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A Chance Meeting

By: azaggie



It had been an unusually long and stressful day at the office. All day, people were antsy and short-tempered. So, needless to say, it was great to be able to get away and take in a drink or two to unwind.

There were the usual "regulars" at the bar and maybe a few others that were newbies to the familiar watering hole. As I sat sipping my Jack on the rocks, I felt the stress of the day slowly oozing out of my body. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the entrance door open as she walked in. 

She carried herself with an unusual air of confidence that not many women knew much less possessed. She was not a regular and by her demeanor I could tell she was not your ordinary woman. 

As the waitress led her to a table for two, I pondered whether or not she was alone or perhaps meeting someone. She wore a wedding ring but that did not deter me. She was not particularly dressed to kill but something about her told me she was special. Was it her body, her smile or the way she walked? 

She was a petite little thing, maybe about 5"1" or 5'2". She had beautiful thick jet black hair not quite to her shoulders that made her olive skin radiate. She had a beautiful smile that made you feel good inside with perfect white teeth and lips that made me imagine the best in her.

I would love to see those beautiful luscious lips wrapped around my dick, I thought. And what a wonderful thought it was! Maybe just the usual thoughts men have when they see someone as beautiful as she.

She was wearing a business suit that did not do her body justice. But it really made you wonder what her body was like underneath all that clothing. I wondered what she would look like naked. 

She ordered a Midori Margarita on the rocks, guessing by the tell tale greenish color of her glass. She checked out the scenery as she sipped on her glass. Did I dare make a move? Maybe just a few minutes more or one drink more. In the back of my mind I kept thinking... he who hesitates!! I reluctantly decided to wait.

She had round dark eyes and a beautiful face that would make any man look at her twice and stare in awe. She had a nice neck that was certainly made for nibbling while wearing a nice disc necklace and matching ear rings. You could certainly tell she cared about how she looked. Underneath her coat she wore a white silk blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to make you curious and aroused. By the looks of her blouse, I would guess they were at least 36C's or maybe D's. There was no doubt in my mind.

After sipping the last of her margarita she ordered another. I motioned to Paolo, the bartender, that I would buy her drink and if he would find out her name.

"Alanee", he said. What a beautiful name I thought. It was then that I decided to make my move.

Pulling out the chair, I quickly sat myself down before she realized I was already making myself comfy at her table. I commented how her Margarita looked refreshing and if she minded that I sit down at her table. 

We carried on the usual small talk and I could not help but become further intrigued by this beautiful and mysterious woman. Mysterious that she was alone at this bar and that I was able to sit next to her.

I asked if she would mind if I ordered an appetizer and she said it would be nice. As we waited for the appetizers we ordered another drink and made more small talk. She finally removed her jacket. I could tell she was more at ease with me and could not help but notice that her breasts had to be 36D's and more voluptuous than I had originally imagined. As the evening passed and we conversed she admitted that she had had enough to drink and needed to go home before she couldn't drive home. 

I offered to walk her to her car and she accepted. She made some comment and smirked about how there may be something mysterious lurking in the dark shadows. I walked her to her car, a Toyota Camry, and as I opened the door for her to get in, I could not help but notice her skirt riding up her silky smooth thighs revealing her lacy thigh high stockings. The sight of her thighs immediately drew a response from my manhood!!

She closed the door and rolled down the window as I dared to boldly reach for her neck to pull her in closer to me for a good night kiss thinking that was the extent of my evening with her. As she returned the kiss she grabbed my tie and pulled me in closer to kiss her and she gently bit my tongue. With that she let out a sigh and asked me to sit down on the passenger side of the car. She unlocked the door and I quickly slid into the seat. I could not help but reach for her thigh and feel her silky smooth thighs. They reminded me of the smooth feel of honey and the type of thighs that I always fantasized about.

With my left hand I reached for her neck and got a kiss that sent my soul to the heavens. As we kissed, my hand went further up her thigh and she did not refuse. I felt her lace panty and felt for the hair around her pussy. By now I was as hard as a rock and I am sure her pussy was dripping with her pussy juice, and I was determined to find out!

I madly kissed her and our tongues groped for one another. I slid my hand further down her smooth tummy towards her pussy and felt her crisp pubic hairs that surrounded her pussy. I could tell that she trimmed it and this further drove me to ecstasy. 

As I played with her pussy, I could feel her opening her thighs further apart giving me room to play with her clit. By now her clit was rock hard and wet. Sliding my thumb across her clit, she opened up and let me slide my finger deep into her now wet and dripping pussy.

Her hips began thrusting into my wet finger asking for more as I thrust my finger deeper into her love hole. As I felt her rock hard clit under my thumb, I pulled my finger out to lick the deliciousness of her love juices. I pulled her blue thong off her legs and she opened wider as she pushed my head down to devour her dripping wet pussy. 

I twirled my tongue around her hard and wet clit and this drew many lusty sighs from her as she moved her ass in circles further driving my tongue deeper into her. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head away as she gasped for air. I relished her moans as she enjoyed my tongue flickering in and out of her pussy. I put my finger into her once again and kept finger fucking her into sheer ecstasy. As I did so she asked me to drive my finger into her deeper and faster as she squirted her pussy juice all over my fingers. Her pussy filled with hot love juice as I never experienced before. 

After climaxing she lay there, like a rag doll and I unbuttoned her blouse to reveal the most delicious breasts I have ever seen or felt. They were full and round, smooth and inviting with cleavage that would drive any man crazy. As I pulled up her blue bra, I noticed her large gum drop nipples. They were hard and huge and were begging for me to put them into my mouth to lick and bite. As I kissed one breast, I cupped and pinched the other nipple to her delight. I could tell she loved me playing with her breasts as she moaned and sighed with pure delight. 

By this time my cock was at full attention and ready to burst with hot cum. Sensing my rock hard bulge, she rubbed it harder and harder never unzipping my pants. It was excruciatingly exciting but frustrating to say the least. A prick teaser if ever I saw one!! I could not help but want her full lips wrapped around my cock sucking every bit of cum that I could shoot. I needed her to take me deep into her mouth. I imagined her tongue licking every inch of my 9 inch shaft. I wanted her to tickle my balls as she stroked my cock and took me into her mouth. I imagined shooting my hot cum all over her and her smiling with deep satisfaction.

Just then, her husband arrived at the table and kissed her where my cock should have been. He pulled out the chair I imagined myself sitting at and started making small talk. 

Alas, it was but a fantasy, but what a fantasy!! I will never forget her name or ever know if she was that good or not. But somehow, I can't help but feel how lucky her husband must be. 

Some guys have all the luck!!! 

A Chance Meeting



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"So what do you look for in a woman?" he grabbed the seat in front of me, and sat down with a smirk. He was my height, jet black hair with elegant spikes and a commanding manner.

I continued reading my book: "I am not here to look for a woman, I have one at home." I replied.

"Then what are you are looking for?"

"Possibly some quiet reading time?" I said, and thought: this could be interesting, "or maybe a good friend," I offered with a smile.

"And what would be some of the qualities of this friend?" he leaned forward on the table.

"Intelligent, extroverted, creative..." 

"And of course he should never fear to share." With this last one I could not help but laugh.

"Need he not be attractive?" he responded.

"A smart friend would leave that to me."

I returned to my book, thinking the game was over, but he would not budge, nor did he say anything. The waiter came to our table and he ordered a beer, it came and he sipped from it.

"As you won't leave, it seems I should ask what brought you here?"

"Well, like you, I came for a quiet place to catch up on some reading, but as I have misplaced my book, and do so fear looking like a fool were I to sit alone, came to a quiet table of one, making it an interesting table of two."

"Ah, quite the speech."

"Don't be cheeky." 

"Sorry." I should not have apologized, and I don't know why I did, except for that certain something in his voice that in some primitive cerebral chamber told me it would be a good idea.

"Well, it was certainly an interesting conversation."

"It was, but I feel that we could much better talk at my apartment, this place is much too yuppie for my taste."

When I did not respond he said: "I do feel we could be the best of friends." His hand wandered up my thigh, he squeezed and I pulled away.

"I don't think so." I said.

He got up, stepping closer to me, and as I was still sitting, his pant covered phallus was right before my eyes. 

"Waitress!" he called, "Check please."

"That'll be 50 shekels," he nodded, put the money on the table and then turned to me, even closer now, picked up my phone and dialed his number, then shut both: "I promise that next time you call, I wont hang up." 

*******

The entire day was spent in complete and utter confusion.

Though I don't see myself as an emotional man, even I couldn't help but sneak a few glimpses at the phone.

Pretty quickly after he left, I got back home, made my self a second cup of coffee and sat down in my back door garden. I rent a three bedroom apartment and one of its greatest perks is that nice little garden, closed off from the world, that was all my own. 

I sat down, with my cigarette and my coffee, contemplating the day's events.

My phone rang, I picked it up and read the message:

To whom may we turn?

When our nightmares turn us so?

It was him.

Nightmares? Are you the boogey man?

I'm not afraid, only mildly interested.

I responded casually, and sipped my coffee.

*******

Night came, as all nights do, and I enjoyed a nice cup of Merlot at home while watching some teenage comedy, had my last cigarette of the day, and fell asleep.

Very uncharacteristically, and perhaps very much in the spirit of the day, I forgot to close my window, so that when I woke up only a few hours later, feeling a heavy stare, and a salty taste on my lips, I saw him.

"Hello," I lapped at my lips instinctively; a smile came to his face: "I thought we agreed that I would call you?" 

"We did, but I just couldn't wait to share."

"Your cum?"

"So clever, even when just woken."

"What the hell made you think that you should come over here?"

"The boogey man."

"What the...?"

"No, no, no." He nodded his finger at me as if I was a little boy: "I give you far too much credit for you to start cursing away at me." 

Then he stood up, moving to one of those clothes stands we all have in our bedrooms, withdrawing a cigarette from his pants.

His pants?? I thought, and then it struck me, he was naked but for a nice black sweater, his dick at half mast with a bubble of cum at the tip.

"Now that you got your first glimpse of the scary boogey man, want to dry it off? Oh don't look so disgusted, you still have not cleaned yourself after all."

"What would be the point?"

"Too true, and still I feel that you should show some more enthusiasm."

I sat up in bed and lit my own cigarette: "Should I call the cops or are you goin' to leave now?"

"That's not how it's gonna work," he said with a sexy smirk of confidence.

"Its not?"

"No. This show you have put up until now was cute, I must admit, but it's getting tiring awfully quickly. So... what we'll do is this: You will tell me now that you need me, that I am what you have been looking for these past however many years and that you are ever so grateful for every single seed you are blessed to bath in."

"Is that what gets you off?"

"No, what gets me off is that PASSIVE that's written on your forehead in blazing letters, what gets me off is the absolute certainty that you will never stop me. I have no need to hear it." He motioned with his cigarette, got up, moved closer to me, in my mind's eye I already saw him abusing my mouth and chocking me with his pretentiously delicious sperm.

He had other plans, he got within a foot of my bed, held his prick in his right hand, took a puff of his cigarette and showered stream after stream of urine all over my face, my body, my sheets. I was shocked, I was horrified, and I was gone. I was drenched: my taste buds overloaded, my body shaking, I didn't know what to do.

And he? Now empty, put his pants on and walked out the door.



A Chance Meeting



The night started out fairly simple... me, the wife (Erin) and her friend (Anna) were heading out to have a quiet night of dinner and a movie. The past few weeks me and Erin have been really busy with work and just life in general. I had agreed to let Anna come along with us due to the fact that she had just gotten a divorce and was feeling a little down in the dumps with life in general. And she has a really nice rack and like to dress slutty- actually a little whorish, like my wife does when we go out for a party night on the town.

We all got dressed around 6pm and got into the Jeep and headed to the movies. The girls outvoted me and we ended up seeing a romantic-comedy, that was actually pretty funny. During the movie there were some "wondering" hand between me and the wife, Erin. Nothing major or particular inappropriate but was very arousing because of it being in public and the fact that Anna kept looking over and smiling. This I didn't think anything of because Anna always smiles when she sees me and Erin kiss or touch each other. I had a feeling it could be one of a couple of things but nothing to give me really a concern or apprehension of something being off with her.

As we walked out of the theater, Erin suggested that we grab a quick bite to eat instead of going to a sit down dinner and hit the bar afterwards. That Anna and her are in the mood for a few drinks. As a running rule in my life, I never discourage a woman that I am with, not to drink unless its been agreed that she is the driver for the night. This was not going to be a exception. Especially with the fact that Anna is not a very heavy drinker and neither is the wife, but Erin gets very bold and "interesting" when she drinks. The last time we drank, in public, without our group of friends was in New Orleans, Louisiana on St. Patrick's Day. She ended up riding the mechanical bull that they had in the bar, with her top down. Allowing everyone in the bar to see her tits, and when she was done, kept her top down as she walked back to me, stopping and letting some men and some woman feel her tits and even let a few suck a little on her nipples. She loved

it and expressed how much she was turned on by the fact that it happened and I didn't have a problem with it, like many men in her past did. And to tell you the truth, I loved seeing her like that.

We get to the bar that we have got to for a few functions for work and it was fairly slow for a Thursday night because school was out and most of the college kids were already gone for the summer. This pleased me very much because of dealing with the drama of that scene, usually takes me to my limit and words and fists are commonly exchanged, and tonight I surely wasn't in that type of mood.

I spot a table in the far side of the bar the furtherest from the door, because me and Erin have a thing for "people watching" when we are out and seemed like a prefect spot to do so because the two table to the left were empty and the table to the right was occupied by a slightly attractive woman, with brown hair and okay tits.

As the night goes on, the girls are drinking at a fairly slow but steady pace. And the topic comes up, about it wouldn't be expensive for us to take a cab home and Anna just staying the night and that we should all have fun and go where the night takes us. Of course, I am completely on board with this entry scenario and make my way to the bar to grab a few shots of Crown for myself. When I turn to head back to the table, I see that Erin and Anna are no where to be seen. Considering they had both a soda at the movie and have been drinking booze for the past 45 minutes, it seemed clear that they were in the restroom and would be back shortly.

As I walk up to the table, the woman at the table next to us, still alone, said that the girls told her to tell me that they would be right back and went to the store down the street and would return shortly. And that if she was okay with it, that she should keep me company until they returned. Since the woman was alone and seemed to be okay with talking with a complete stranger, I pulled a chair over to our table and asked her to join us, even though she would be joining just me at the time.

Conversation started a little slow... the exchange of names, etc. She started telling me that her husband had left her today and that she is happy to see a couple so happy (referring to me and the wife). This left me thinking.... great. Another broken heart to deal with for the night. But being the guy that I am, I continued talking with her. Telling her the normal breakup speech. She smiles and thanks me and asks me if I wanted to dance. Being that I don't dance often, I took the last shot, of 4, and stood up and held my hand out, and took her to the dance floor.

The first song was a newer type song, which I really didn't care for... but the second turned out to be a slow song, and I was concerned that she would want to return to the table. She gave me a sly smile and moved in closer. Being that me and the wife have a very trusting relationship and have rules for these types of things, I moved right into the part.

Some back story to the rules.

No sex without the other's knowledge. Didn't think that would happen on the dance floor. So no worries there.

Touching in a sexual manner is started by the third party. If its welcome, fine. If not, remove yourself from the situation. If it becomes heated, refer to the rule above. Kissing is fine.

As the song continues, she moves slowly forward towards me until by the end of the first minute or so, she is right against me. When she is finally against me, she smiles up at me and reaches for my arm on her back and slowly moves it down to right under her left ass cheek. Surprised I smile, and as I start getting a erection, she looks up and smiles at me.

At this point, I am think awesome. She is having fun and getting her mind off of her situation. Shortly there after the song concludes and she says "Lets go have a few more drinks". We head back to the table and she sits down and I head to the bar and order 2 Rum and Cokes.

Returning to the table, Erin and Anna are back and are talking with Sara. Ironically, the seating arrangement had changed to where I was sitting between Anna and Sara. Looking at the wife, she smiles at me and says "Did you have a good time dancing with Sara?" Responding I said "Yes. What do you and Anna want to drink?". They tell me what they want and I return to the bar with my drink in hand. I order and the bartender brings the drinks and sets them down. I decided to linger at the bar, and finish my drink quickly, and order another.

Returning with all the drinks in hand, I sit down between Anna and Sara and start listening to the conversation. Shortly after starting to listen, I realize that they are talking about sex. Telling each other what they like. What they don't like. But it was mostly Erin and Anna talking and laughing, the way women do when they are talking about those things. Erin is explaining how she likes the exhibitionist thing and showing people her tits and having strangers touch them, etc. Stuff I found out long ago! Anna tells that she likes the bondage thing. That she likes tying up her tits, and having them slapped. That she loves the idea of having sex with another woman and haven't done it yet.

Out of no where, Sara says "I like to be made fun of... To be called names. To be used. To be degraded, in private and in public".

EVERYONE of us went silent staring at her and each other. But the first thing that I notice is that Erin smiles and looks right at me and nods. I turn my head to Sara's direction and she nods again. I have gotten the signal. I have gotten the signal to start some stuff.

Sitting there, I finish my drink, thinking... what should I do? What can I do? What is she going to let me do?

Finally, I lean over and say to Sara, low enough to only she can hear me, to go to the bathroom and take off her bra and panties. Put them in her purse. Go put her purse, securely in her car, and come back and sit down. She says "Why?". I reply "Because if you want to have fun tonight, you are going to do exactly what the fuck I tell you to do. Is that understood?" This is still low enough for only me to hear. She smiles and nods and excuses herself to the restroom.

When Sara is gone, Erin asks me how far am I going to take tonight? How far am I willing to go? Still with a smile on her face. I reply "As far as necessary. As far as you want me to take it.". She says while looking at Anna, "Take it ALL the way. Take it as far as you want. As far as you dare! We will take your lead 100%". Shocked, I smile, nod and continue my drink, thinking "Take off your thinking caps folks, its about to get freaking stupid tonight!"

Sara returns and sits down in her spot next to me... it is obvious that she isn't wearing a bra anymore. And to prove that she isn't wearing any panties, after she sits down, she pulls my hand under the table and runs it up the inside of her leg, until I feel the moisture of her pussy. She smiles and lets go of my hand.

After she lets go, I say loudly for many people to hear, "Imagine that! This slut isn't wearing a bra nor parties! I wonder what we should have this little whore do for us tonight!". A few guys nearby hear this and cheer and hold up their drinks in the celebratory mannor.

Turning to Erin and Anna, I say "Your turn, here are the keys." They get up taking the hint and head to the restroom to remove their bra and panties, and place them in the car.

While they are gone, I look at Sara, in a moment of seriousness "Do you want this? Honestly? No pressure, no hard feelings, I want to know you are 100% comfortable with us and the course that appears to be developing." She smiles and nods. "Absolutely, you do what you want, have me do what you want." Taking this as consent to the night that is about to develop... I smile back and her, and say "I really could use another drink." She stands up, to go get me one and I grab her hand. "If you are going to get me a drink, you aren't going to go up there dressed like that. Take your fat ass out of that skirt and get me a drink. Looking at me with a little shock, she lowers her head and looks down, pulling down her skirt and letting it hit the floor. "If someone stops you and wants to touch you, you let them, but remember, that fat-whore pussy is mine"

She gets to the bar, unstopped. A few people looked and laughed, but no one stopped her on the way there. The bartender laughed as he picked up on what was going on when Erin and Anna walked to the bathroom, after I said it was their turn. On the way back, a few more people laughed and high fived each other. One guy slapped her gently on the ass, and said "That a girl!". Returning to the table with my drink, I have her sit down on my lap, as the girl return to the table. Being both fairly big breasted, there was NO denying or wondering if they were wearing bras. When they got physically to the table, the both lifted there dresses at the same time showing their shaved pussies.

Erin looks at me after sitting and says "Whats the plan for us honey?"

Think about this for a moment, "I think Anna is going to get her wish!" Hearing this made Anna stand up saying "Awesome, lets get out of here!".

"No." I say.

"No?"- Anna

"No. If you are going to get your pussy eatin' by this whore, I want people to see it. I want people to know that this slut is eating your pussy."

"Ummm..... okay...... Where? How?"

"You stay RIGHT there..... Sara, get on your knees between Anna's legs, and eat her pussy. You are not to stop until she has gotten off. Is that understood?"

"yes...." Sara says quietly.

Shortly after Sara starts licking Anna's pussy, a few people walk up, as Anna is starting to get vocal about what is happening and ignoring the fact that she is in a bar. Two couples and 5 guys ask if they can watch. "Absolutely" was the response. "That is the idea!"

As Anna is getting closer, she says "I want a cock in my mouth before I cum" to Erin. Erin looks at me and says "Honey... your needed...." Standing up, I unzip my pants and pull them down, exposing my obviously hard cock! No sooner is it exposed, it is placed quickly into Anna's mouth, without hesitation. A few minutes of this go by and Anna is starting to tremble and take me deeper into her mouth... as she starts to cum... Something that Anna forgot to mention is that she is a squirter... she sprays Sara down, completely.

Enjoying that was amazing, but I felt that there is much more to be done with this slut that just that... As Sara stands us with her shirt completely soaked. I tell her to remove it, and go give her shirt and her skirt to the bartender so he can throw them out. As she walks away, I move over to Erin's side and whisper "This isn't over...." Looking up at me, she smiles and winks.

When Sara returns she has a look of "what the hell is getting ready to happen" because the three of us, me, Erin and Anna are all standing. We have a cab waiting outside. You are coming with us. She smiles and leads us outside.

The cab driver, smiled widely and then said that there is no way he is going to get a ticket because of a naked woman in his cab. His wife would kill him, etc. After tipping him $100 ahead of time, he finally agreed and we departed in a full cab with me in front and the girls in the back for the 20 minute cab ride home.

Knowing that there would be some touching in the back seat, I had Sara sit in the middle, plus it would allow the cab driver to see her slutty small tits which get put to shame compared to Erin's and Anna's.

Other than the sounds of giggles and some kissing the cab ride was very uneventful.

Getting into the house and into the bedroom, took no time at all. My first order of business was to get everyone nude, which did not need prompting by me whatsoever and Erin and Anna removed their cloths immediately.

"See their tits? Those are amazing tits aren't they Sara? Those tits make your tits look like garbage and you should be ashamed to have such small tits in front of those! What do you think we should do about these small tits on such a slut?"

Turning red, Sara looks down. "I think you are going to have to make yourself worthy to be in their presence. I think you are about to eat another pussy." Smiling, Erin lays on the bed with her legs wide open. Grabbing Sara by the hair, no hard, but leading her straight to Erin's pussy. Sara begin's eating her pussy.

Thinking that Anna had nothing to do, she starts to sit on the bed... "What are you doing Anna?" You are not properly dressed for this event now are you?" Looking at me sort of puzzled, I point to her tits. "Are those supposed to be tied up to keep them from swinging around? Maybe you should go tie them and show Sara how those tits need to look."

Walking out of the room to retrieve something to tie her tits up with I add, "Tightly." as I grab her arm. She smiles and nods and walks off.

Minutes after Anna walking about of the room, Erin gets off, LOUDLY. Anna comes running in like she doesn't want to miss anything with her huge tits tied and already starting to turn color, to a pleasantly looking red.

"Don't you want to ask Erin how that felt? If she enjoyed that?"

"How was it? Did you like it?" Sara asks.

"Oh yes! You are very good, but I have had much much better. I would of thought a slut like you would be better at that. I think your oral skills need work."

Taking the hint, I tell Erin to go retrieve my cell phone from out of my pocket. She leaves to get my phone from my pants in the hallway outside of my door. When she comes back in, "Honey? I think you need to go through my phone, and find 5 men that you think this whore needs to practice on, and call them, and tell them that we have a surprise for them."

She immediately starts going through my phone while walking out of the room.

With Anna still standing there with her tits tied... which are starting to turn into the purple phase, it hits me... Sara and Anna.

"So Anna... do you think its time to return the favor?"

Looking at me, she says "Definitely"

"Lay on the bed Sara... And remember that whore hole of yours is mine, you don't cum until I say you can. Is that understood?"

Nodding and smiling, she lays on the bed and Anna goes to work.

Erin returns to the room, "Everyone should be here within 20 minutes"

Smiling I am satisfied with the events so far.

30 minutes goes by.... Anna has gotten Sara off with my permission. And all of the five men that Erin was instructed to call, were sitting in the living room. I am talking with all of them. Clothed. About petty things. All of the girls are in the master bedroom, showering for the guests of the night. As the activities are about to get interesting.

Getting the text message that is the signal that everyone is ready.... I stand up. And say the following: "Who here has a girlfriend?" No one raises there hand. "Good." "Who here has had sex in the past 48 hours?" No one raises there hand. "Who is willing to fuck a slut, bareback, right now tonight, that you do not know?" 3 of the 5 raise there hand. "Who is willing to fuck a fucking whore, bareback, right now, that you do know?" All 5 raise there hands. "Gentlemen, tonight is your night."

They all look at me, puzzled. C asks me, "what are you talking about?"

"Ladies, come out here!"

All three of the ladies come out into the living room, in the nude.

Now, this is how it is going to work. The five of you get to choose who you get to fuck tonight. All of you must cum inside of the girl that you are fucking. NO EXCEPTIONS. If you cannot do this, no problem, you are still invited to watch.

Two men said that they didn't want to do this. Which left them there for watching only.

"Now... to make this fair, this is how you are going to be paired up. There are now only three colored slips of paper in this bag. The three of you decide who picks there slip first."

The three of them decide who picks first and the order.

Now, to find out which one you get.....

"Ladies, turn around." In the small of there back are little circles of color. But here is the thing. Placing two colors on Erin's back. As she will be fucked by two of the men....

"Dude, your wife has two spots and the fat one of there has none... whats the deal?"

"The deal is that the two of you are going to fuck my wife. The two of you are going to fucking cum inside of her. Is that a problem?"

"No. Not when you say it like that, but why isn't she getting fucked?"

"Because she doesn't deserved to get fucked. What she is going to do is clean the dicks and pussies with her mouth after you all are done."

Picking up on the gab of activities, Erin asks, "What are you going to do?"

"Erin, I am going to fuck your friend."

"Oh. I just thought that.... you would be the second one with me?"

"Nope. You are getting the two strange cocks tonight honey."

"Okay...."

The guys that are fucking Erin, get right to it... Fucking her face, pussy, and ass. The three of us, decide it would be better to watch Erin and her two men fuck her, that way, Sara's fat ass can clean their cocks and Erin's pussy, without having to worry about us.

After about 45 minutes of the three of them going at it, the first one cums deep inside of her. He pulls out and places his cock immediately into Sara's mouth and she begins to suck him dry and clean. Before the first guy is clean, the second is already filling her pussy with more cum, with out even being cleaned out first by Sara, Erin is a sloppy mess, with a cum-filled pussy.

The second guy tells Sara, to clean up Erin first and Erin moves to the edge of the couch and pushes the cum onto Sara's face and into her mouth. Moaning, Sara begins eating her pussy once again...




A Chance Meeting



Taking this as our cue, Anna is already rubbing herself and getting herself even wetter and gives us the "come-here" finger. I sit down next to her, and she hops on, allowing the other guys to get his cock either inside of her pussy, with me also inside or her ass. He ops for her pussy as well.

It took a significantly shorter amount of time for both of us to be ready to cum.... And we stayed in that same position, fucking her both in her pussy with her screaming with pleasure. We both cummed inside of her nearly at the same time. We also allowed Sara to clean Anna in the same fashion that she cleaned Erin, before cleaning us...

After we all were clean and sitting all together on the couch. The men, including the men watching decided it was time for Sara's male practice and that she had to suck ALL of us.

Like a good little whore, she started with me. Take me all the way to the base, each time. She stopped to take a breath and looked at me.... looking at her, I leaned forward and grabbed her tits, HARD. I think these need to be punished. Smacking them three times each, they were really red. Anna had already taken her tits down and they were returning to color.

As she was blowing me, Anna grabbed the little fat whore's tits and tied them up... "Maybe like this they won't think you are so fucking worthless, even though they already know."

Shortly after having her tits tied, she stopped again. Looking at her, "You don't deserve to swallow our cum. You will take it in your mouth, then you will dribble it on Anna's face and tits." Putting my cock back in her mouth she smiles and I begin to cum in her mouth....

This continues until she has blown and taken six loads in her mouth and has dribbled it all onto Anna's face and tits. Satisfied, I stand up... and get dressed and the other men follow suit and leave.

"Seeing that you did what you were told, you have earned yourself a ride home. Erin clean Anna's face and tits off with your tongue and I will be home shortly."

Standing at the door, she looks at me and says, "I am still naked... How am I going to get home. I can't get out of the car at my house like this..."

Cutting her off I say, "You will be fine. Now get in the car or your whore ass is walking home"

Driving the 20 minutes into town, I was completely silent. As we got to town I asked her address and proceeded to her house. Getting to her house, I pull into the drive way. All the lights were off, all of the houses were dark. She gets out and I get out with her. She is starting to walk towards the door...

"You forgot something." I say.

She comes back to the front of the car and looks at me. Grabbing her hand, I turn her around, and bend her over.

"Guess what you fucking whore. You aren't getting out of this without taking my cock in your pussy. You are going to go in that house with a load of cum inside of you. Now are you going to be a good slut and take my cock?

"Definately"

While she is leaned on the hood of the Jeep getting fucked, a few cars pass. Nothing exciting.

About half way through, she turns around and says, "I am not really getting divorced. I made it up."

"So you really are a whore. Well, guess what. I am still going to cum inside of you. And now, you know where I live. You better be over next weekend. You have some more whoring to do you fucking slut." as I slap her across the face. Leaning in and whispering in her ear. "if you don't, I will be by to tell your husband."

She turns around and continues to take my cock, like the whore she is. Looks like I am breaking a rule. I cum deep inside of her, pull out and she immediately drops to her knees to suck me clean. I pull away... "No. Anna will be cleaning that off." I pull up my pants and get in the Jeep and start it up. And begin to drive away.

She runs up to the jeep a few seconds later. "My keys are in my purse at the bar. I don't have a key and I would have to wake my husband."

"Tough shit. See you next weekend."



A Chance Meeting



 [This story includes (but is not limited to) heterosexual relationships between a man and a woman, another man and the same woman and no cheating. No one gets horns hung on them in this story and no one gets divorced. The people in this story do not actually exist. The places mentioned in the story exist.]

*****

Now that I am ready to tell this story I find that it begins before I am in it. Julie starts the story fully a year before we met. She turned eighteen one year to the day before we met. July 24th. A Saturday.

She and a dozen or so of her friends drove to the Kern River and camped for the weekend. The trip was to celebrate summer, not specifically Julie's birthday. Of the dozen or so people gathered for the trip four had invited themselves along. Brian was one of the four. Julie had been watching Brian for over a year. He was a year older than her and had been dating Julie's friend Jolene for most of the year. 

As she tells it now Jolene had shared with her friends that Brian was hung and liked sex with her. She shared with Julie her fear of Brian and the fact that he was sometimes violent and more often something of a sadist. As Julie watched she saw the way Brian treated Jolene and it was as if Jolene was his toy. He didn't give her presents or spend much money on her. He spoke to her as if being with him was reward enough for her to be satisfied with her lot in life.

On Saturday morning as the rest of the group were preparing breakfast Brian came out of his tent. He finished buttoning his shirt as he walked to their table and he said, "I'm done with Jolene. She needs to move into a tent with someone else. Anyone want her?"

An acquaintance, Sam, asked, "What do you mean you're done?"

Brian answered as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "Done. Finished. I don't want her any more. I told her a few minutes ago to pack her shit and get out of my tent."

Another acquaintance, Mark, asked, "Why? What did she do wrong?" Both Mark and Sam had been looking at Jolene with interest ever since they had arrived at the campground.

Brian said, "She didn't do anything wrong. I'm just bored with her. I want someone else. I want Julie."

Julie was stunned. She didn't think Brian had ever really noticed her. He made his statement and then sat next to Julie at the table. Sam asked, "What if Julie isn't interested in you?"

Brian put his arm around Julie and said, "If she wants a social life, she's interested in me. I'll kick the ass of anyone who dates her before I tire of her."

He faced her and kissed her. She struggled but could not stop him from kissing her. Brian was bigger than the other guys on the camping trip and they knew he had been in fights before and hurt the guys he fought, so they let him have his way.

After breakfast he had Julie move her things into his tent and for the rest of the camping trip he treated her as if she should be grateful he picked her. She confided in me that during that weekend she stopped being a virgin and got her first couple of lessons in sucking a cock. When she told Brian she didn't want sex with him or anyone he hit her and threatened her until she gave in.

When the campout was over Brian made it known in their social circle that Julie was his property and that she had given him the gift of her virginity. He let everyone know he was having sex with her whenever he wanted. She cried almost every day. She was humiliated and her friends all felt badly for her.

On the weekend of her nineteenth birthday Brian organized a birthday breakfast for her. The entire group would meet at a small café they frequented near Ojai. It wasn't a surprise party for Julie. He told her all about it. He also told her she was paying for the breakfast for everyone. He didn't have a job. Julie worked at the local wholesale produce distributer when she wasn't in school. She didn't make big money and she pitched in to help her mom with the household expenses using a big part of what she made. Paying for a big breakfast was not what she wanted to do, on her birthday or any other day, but Brian wasn't listening. He invited who he wanted and Julie knew the bill would come to her.

That brings us to the moment when I entered the story.

I had a new car. I picked it up Friday afternoon from the Honda dealer. A brand new Honda CR-V. I'm an outdoor kind of guy and the small SUV suited my lifestyle perfectly. I packed it up and headed away from Santa Monica early Saturday morning. I thought a road trip was a good way to enjoy my first days with my new car.

The weather was perfect, warm and clear. I drove north and took the road to Ojai figuring I would stop and get some fresh-off-the-trees oranges. As I drove past thousands of orange trees I saw the small café and it looked like a good place to have breakfast, so I stopped.

Inside I sat at a table by myself and after I ordered I watched a group of young people sitting not far from me. They seemed to be faking having a good time. One of the men at the table seemed to be the alpha male, dominating the conversation and dominating each of the others at the table. He had his arm around one of the girls, with his hand holding her breast as if that were normal, acceptable behavior. I wondered why she would allow that. I wondered if she liked being used that way.

Shortly after my breakfast was delivered he got up from their table and said, "I'm gonna go take a dump. Julie, pay the bill and leave her a nice tip. When I get back your birthday breakfast is over. Don't forget to thank your friends for coming."

I watched him strut all the way to the restrooms at the back of the café. As soon as the door closed behind him the entire group got up and left the café. Julie got money out of her wallet and paid the bill. I saw a tear on her cheek as the waitress took the money and walked away from her. I motioned and the waitress came to me.

"You know those people?" I asked.

"Yup. They come in about once a month or so. The guy orders and she pays. Don't matter if it's just the two of them or a group, he orders and she pays."

I gave her money for my breakfast and asked, "What if she didn't pay, but left?"

"Then he'd have to pay or I'd call the cops."

"Write down the license number off his car and give her back her money. I'll pay for their breakfasts, but I want you to act like I didn't. Get him to pay, or call the police."

I gave her a hundred dollars, cash, and she thanked me. She and I walked to their table and I said, "Julie, she's going to give you back your money. You and I are leaving before that guy comes back from the restroom. That is, unless you like being treated like his servant."

Julie looked up at me for about three seconds and then stood up. She said, "I hate the way he treats me!"

She took the money and we walked out. We got in my CR-V and drove away.

When we were about two miles down the road she said, "Brian is going to explode."

"Brian is a bully." I said.

"He'll come looking for me and when he finds me, he'll hurt me."

I handed her my cell phone. "You live with him?"

"No! I still live with my parents. He doesn't want me to live with him, in case he gets tired of me. It will be easier to dump me when he's through if I live at home."

"Call your parents. Let them know that you're safe and that you won't be home this weekend. Let them know they are not to tell Brian where you are or who you're with. By the end of the weekend we'll have a plan for Brian."

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"You don't, but you already know what life with Brian is like. You can go back to him or we can find you a better way to live. However, if you say so, I'll take you back to him."

She called her Mom, gave her my cell number and begged her not to give the number to Brian. She told her Mom I had rescued her and we were headed for the desert. She hung up the phone and sat quietly looking out the window.

She sat quietly and still for five miles, then asked, "Where are we going?"

"Camping. I don't know where yet. We'll decide before dark. Don't worry, I'm not going to rape you. I'm a nice guy." She didn't say anything for three miles, when she spoke it was as if she was talking to herself.

"I've already been raped." She said. Her voice was soft and low, with most all the emotion drained out of it.

"I'm sorry it happened."

"Brian did it a year ago and seventy-three times since. He doesn't understand the word no." She said the words with almost no emotion. I stayed quiet and she eventually told me the story.

We were north of Solvang and it was mid-day. I saw a mall just off the highway and so I got off the highway and parked. I walked us into Wal-Mart and said, "You didn't pack for a weekend away, so there are things you need. We're here to get them."

"What things?"

"I don't know. Women need things to spend a weekend away. Lipstick, a toothbrush, deodorant, clothes for tomorrow."

"I can't spend money like that. Most of my check has already been spent by Brian. What I have left is what the waitress gave me back and it needs to last me two weeks. I need to be able to give my mom something towards the bills, too."

"I'm buying." I said.

Almost an hour later we were back in the CR-V headed north. Julie had feminine supplies and a new outfit for the next day.

"You told your mom we were headed for the desert. You knew when you said it we weren't. Why tell her we were?"

"If she tells Brian anything, he'll go looking in all the wrong places."

"Good thinking."

As we neared San Luis Obispo I said, "I've had enough driving for today. Let's check into someplace, get dinner and relax for the night."

"A campground? The first time Brian raped me was on a campout."

"Then let's stay in a motel."

"One room or two?" She asked.

"How about one room with two beds?"

"Ok." She didn't smile. She was resigned to the possibility that I was going to have sex with her. Given her year with Brian I understood her thinking. I also understood that she didn't know me.

We ate at the Apple Farm Restaurant and then drove maybe two miles from there and into a small motel. She stayed in the car while I registered. As I filled out the card in the office I realized I didn't know her last name, just Julie. 

I carried my backpack and the bags from the mall into room five. Julie followed me inside.

"What's wrong?" I asked, after I closed the door.

"I've never been in a motel room before."

"I have and this one is about average. It's clean and that's the best part."

She looked at the two beds and asked, "Which one is mine?"

"Either one. You choose."

She sat on the one closest to the bathroom door. She smiled at me and I said, "Ok, that one is yours." I opened my backpack and found one of my t-shirts. I tossed it to her and said, "Here's your nightgown. We forgot to buy you one in Wal-Mart."

She stood and held the t-shirt to her, we both noted that it was long enough to cover her panties. She sat back down and said, "It feels strange being here with you. I don't even know your last name, what you do for a living or anything about you."

"You still have my cell phone?"

She nodded, holding up the phone. I said, "Pick any speed dial number on the phone. Call the number and tell them I handed you the phone so you could ask questions about me. Let the people I know tell you who I am."

She opened the phone and hit the speed dial. She spoke into the phone, "Hi. My name is Julie and I'm... I'm on a date with Pete. He's letting me call you on his phone and ask questions about him." She paused and asked, "What does he do for a living?" Her eyes got wide and she asked, "Has he been married? What happened? How long have you known him?" As she listened she looked at the floor for a while then back at me.

She thanked whoever she had called and ended the call. Her eyes were full of tears and she said, "I'm sorry your wife and son died. I'm sorry you have been alone for three years."

"You don't need to tell me who you called. Whoever it was is probably on the phone right now to tell my other friends that I'm on a date. They have all been after me to get back to living."

"A date? Is that what this is? I thought a date was when a guy took a girl out to dinner and a movie."

I turned on the TV in the room and surfed through the channels until I found a movie. I said, "We had dinner and here's a movie."

She smiled and said, "This doesn't count. On a date someone buys popcorn."

I picked up my room key and said, "I'll be right back." I left the room and walked half a block to a 7-11 where I bought a box of microwave popcorn and a six-pack of sodas. When I came back into our room Julie was in bed, wearing my t-shirt and covered to her waist. I smiled and popped a bag of popcorn into the microwave in our room. When it finished popping, I opened the bag and gave it to her. I popped a second bag and while it popped I took off my shoes and sat on my bed.

The movie was funny and we enjoyed the popcorn. When the movie and popcorn were finished I gathered the trash and threw it in the small trashcan by the bathroom door.

I said, "I'm going into the bathroom to get ready for bed. When I'm ready to come out I'll tell you. I usually sleep nude, but since this is our first date, I'll keep my underwear on."

"I won't look." She sounded like a girl when she said it, not like a woman.

I closed the door with me inside the bathroom. I showered, shaved and drained my bladder. As I shaved I realized I hadn't shaved at night since my wife and son died. I felt a painful pressure in my chest thinking about them. I heard a voice in my head saying, 'It's Ok to heal. It's Ok to love again.' The voice in my head sounded a lot like Sarah's voice. Sarah had been my wife.

I opened the door when I was ready and said, "Ok, I'm coming to bed."

Julie had a hand over her eyes as I exited the bathroom and I quickly made it to my bed. Once I was covered I said, "I'm in" and she uncovered her eyes.

I shut off the light and we settled in for the night. I listened to her breathe for a long time. It was a comforting sound. I realized I had been missing the sound of someone else's breathing ever since Sarah and Michael died. 

I did fall asleep. I woke suddenly to the sounds of an argument in the dark. A male voice said, "Get your ass back in this room, Darlene!" The voices were just outside our door.

A female voice said, "Not on your life! First, you apologize, then maybe."

"I wasn't flirting with that woman! She's no where near as pretty as you and I love you, not her!"

"Then, why did she ask you to dance with her?"

"You'd have to ask her!" I got out of bed, pulled on my jeans and opened our door. The couple looked at me and I said, "I don't mind if you argue, but could you whisper? We're attempting to sleep."

The female voice said, "What, you gonna call the cops?"

I said, "I don't need to. I am a police officer. Please, let me go back to sleep." I closed the door. I padded back to bed, dropped my jeans on the floor and climbed in. When I was in I moved to settle in again when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Move over a little, would you?" Julie asked. I moved. She lifted the covers and slid into bed with me.

"Could you hold me for a while?" She asked.

"Sure." I wrapped her in my arms and she molded herself to my side. It didn't take her long before she was making breath sounds that told me she was asleep. 

Holding her against me in the dark was something else I had missed. She felt a lot like Sarah used to feel and yet different. After a few minutes I realized I was crying. I missed Sarah more than I would admit, even to myself. Julie had opened me to the feelings I had suppressed for years.

I did sleep. When I opened my eyes it was light in the room. It was daylight. Julie was still holding herself against me. We hadn't moved in hours.

Without moving she said, "I like sleeping with you. I felt safe and ..." She hesitated.

"And?" I asked.

"Safe and loved. I know it's too soon for me to feel loved from you, but it is what I felt."

My grip on her tightened a little and I said, "I won't say I love you, but I can say I love holding you just like this."

"I've slept in bed with Brian seventy-three times and he's never said anything like that."

"I'm not a bully."

"He is. So is his father. His mother is scared all the time."

"That part of your life is over. Con su permiso, We're moving you away from Ojai and finding you a job and a life without Brian in it."

She lifted up and looked me in the eyes. "You can do that? You're willing to help me that much?"

"Maybe you can help me at the same time."

"How?"

"Wake up beside me every morning."

Her pause lasted what seemed like hours. Then she said, "I need to go home, so I can pack."

I breathed. I hadn't known I was holding my breath, but I had been. I moved a little, starting to get up and start our trip to her mom's house.

She stopped me. She crawled up on top of me and when her face was inches from mine she asked, "Are we going to be roommates who share a bed?"

"I'd say my intention would be to live with you as if we were married, with all that entails. I won't rush you but when you're ready I want to include sex between us as part of our life together."

"Yesterday was our first date. I don't like sex on first dates. Brian raped me on our first time together. This is our second date. I trust you won't rape me. I'd like it if we could include sex on our second date."

We kissed and I'm sure she felt my penis swelling and letting her know how interested I was in sex with her. She sat up, peeled off my t-shirt and her panties, then she lifted my hands to her breasts. "Brian complained because they are small."

"They look and feel perfect to me." I sat up and kissed her, still holding her breasts in my hands. As I kissed and explored her body I found bruises in various stages of healing. She told me about each one. What Brian was upset about, what he had been drinking, or what had set him off that had included her because she was available. 

When I scooted down on the bed and my face got close to her mound she said, "You'll be the first to kiss me there."

"This date may have a lot of firsts in it." I said as I breathed on her mound. Then I kissed the inside of her thighs and she shuddered. I didn't hurry. When I finally licked along her slit she moaned loudly and shook. Her hands grasped my head and held me to her pussy.

"Oh Pete, that's Heavenly. Please don't stop."

Stopping was not on my agenda. I licked, kissed and probed her with my tongue. I felt her body quiver and her back arch as the orgasm swept over her. I hesitated, waiting for her to calm just a little so I could join with her towards another orgasm.

I started to move up along her body when she rolled us both over and she mounted me. As she lowered herself, impaling herself on my cock she said, "Oh! Oh yes!"

Her hands locked fingers with my hands and she rocked, lifting until my cock barely touched her and then lowering herself slowly until our bodies crushed together. She held her eyes closed for a long time and when she started shuddering again they opened.

"I can say it now. I love being here with you, Pete." She leaned forward and as our orgasms swept over us, we kissed. We kissed many times and only paused when I popped out of her. She untangled herself from me and raced into the bathroom.

I said, "You don't need to go. I'm willing to clean up the mess I made. Come back Julie."

She came to the doorway of the bathroom holding a washcloth to her pussy. "Are you sure?"

I nodded and motioned her back to the bed. "Don't gauge the world by the opinions of a bully. He's never been in love, never intended to love someone other than himself. He thinks fucking is what women are for and he's wrong."




A Chance Meeting



I flipped her onto her back and dove back into her pussy, face first. Three orgasms later I carried her into the bathroom and started the shower. We scrubbed each other and when we shut off the water and dried each other Julie asked, "Can we do this often?"

"Wait till you see the shower at our house. You'll love it."

We ate breakfast at a local restaurant and headed south to Ojai. As we got close I noticed Julie getting nervous.

"Does Brian do drugs?" I asked.

"Yes. Cocaine and pot, mostly."

"Does he have a stash at home?"

"Yes. If you pull the mattress away from the wall there's a hole in it and a bag full of drugs inside." Her voice had a nervous edge to it and her eyes darted all around, looking for something she didn't want to find. Brian.

She gave me his address and his full name. I pulled over and dialed the Ojai police department. Three minutes later we were back on the road.

"He'll be in custody before we get to Ojai." I said. She calmed down.

It was late afternoon when I parked in front of a small clapboard house on a street full of small clapboard houses. When we were halfway between my car and the front door, it opened. A woman who looked like an older version of Julie opened the door and smiled at us.

She said, "Brian did come by. He was really pissed. Said you stiffed him with the bill for breakfast."

Her smile didn't waver as she told about Brian's visit. She stuck out her hand and said, "Pardon my manners. I'm Donna. Donna Jones." Her handshake was firm. 

"I'm Pete. Glad to meet you."

The inside of the house was furnished in contemporary junk, but it was clean and welcoming. Julie said, "Mom, Pete rescued me from Brian and he's going to help me get a better job. He's invited me to live with him, away from Ojai and Brian."

"How long have the two of you known each other?" Donna asked.

I answered, "Since breakfast, yesterday morning."

"I think moving in with him is a little quick."

"Mom, he saved my life. He treats me like I deserve a good life. If it doesn't work out I can always come home and go back to being Brian's slut."

Donna looked at me and asked, "Can I have her new address and phone number? I'd like to stay in touch."

I said, "Julie, go pack. Donna and I will make sure she has all the information she needs or wants." Julie smiled and went to her room. Donna got a pad of paper and a pen. I wrote down all my contact information and we talked about why I would rescue Julie from Brian like I had done. When Julie came out of her room with the first packed suitcase Donna and I were well on our way to being friends.

An hour passed and the back of my CR-V filled with boxes, suitcases and bags of all Julie's things. When we were ready to leave Donna hugged Julie and then hugged me. She said, "Take good care of her, please." She paused and added, "And come visit often." I promised.

Julie gave her mom all the cash she had. Her mom relaxed some when Julie gave her the money and I took that as an indicator of how much she needed Julie's financial help.

As we drove south towards home Julie wanted to know all about my life. She asked questions about the house, my job, my friends, my family and my background. I asked a few questions and got the answers I needed. She had never been arrested, thrown out of school and had been a good student.

"What do you want to do, now that Brian doesn't run your life?" I asked.

She sat quietly for a few minutes, until I asked the question again.

"What do you want to do, now that Brian doesn't run your life?"

"I don't know. When I was in school I wanted to get married, have some kids and take good care of my husband. All that changed when Brian took over my life. Now, I just don't know."

"You're giving him a lot of power in your life. Brian isn't typical of all men. Neither am I. Can you cook?"

She said she could cook, liked keeping a clean house and liked learning new things. I asked if I could hire her.

"Hire me? For what?" She asked.

"To take care of my house and me. You'll buy the food we eat, cook it and share it with me. You'll clean the house, do the laundry, do the shopping and share my bed. I'll go to work, bring home my paycheck and take care of the maintenance on the outside of the house, the yard and our cars."

She smiled and asked, "How much are you willing to pay for this service?"

"Considering that you'll have no expenses I think five hundred dollars a month should be enough."

"Five hundred isn't as much as I made working at the produce center."

"Ok. I'll pay you ten dollars an hour for twelve hours work a day. However, I'll need to charge you rent of say nine hundred a month. I'll need to charge you rent on your car of two hundred a month and you buy your own gas and insurance. You'll give me a receipt for what you spend on food and I'll pay for half."

"I like the first plan better. I'll make you a good employee. I promise."

"I can be a demanding boss."

"Try me. I was taught how to avoid disappointing Brian and he didn't beat me very often because I kept him satisfied."

"I noticed the bruises were mostly healed. I won't beat you unless you like it. Do you like it?"

"No! He beat me for his pleasure, not mine. I don't think Brian ever cared what I liked. Life with him was all about his pleasure, his wants, not mine."

"If I ask for something will we need to have a long discussion about it, every time?"

"I don't know. Is there something you want right now?"

I thought for a few seconds and said, "I'd like it if you removed your bra. Your breasts are beautiful and covered in that white bra like they are it's tough to tell how nice they are."

"You want me to go bra-less? Just until we get to your house or always?"

"Most always. And I'd like you to tell me I have permission to touch your breasts most any time. I won't do it like Brian did, to show everyone he owned you. I'll do it when we're here in the car or when the likelihood of being seen is low."

"I give you permission to touch me. In fact, I request you touch me often to show me you enjoy being with me, enjoy our relationship." That said she took off her bra and it came out of her shirt through the arm hole on the right. She tucked it into her purse and said, "I like how going bra-less feels."

I reached over and caressed her breast with my right hand. "I like how it feels to hold your breast in my hand. Thank you."

When we arrived in Santa Monica I showed her where the market close to our house was, where to get gas, where the Costco was and three good restaurants for take-out. She asked, "Do I really get a car?"

I turned the last corner and pointed to a 2003 Subaru Outback parked at the curb in front of our house. It was not all shiny and new looking. It wasn't filthy either. I explained that it was a 2003, had a hundred-thirty-three thousand miles on it and was hers to use. I said she needed to wait until I added her to the insurance before she drove it.

I pulled into the driveway and she said, "Your house has two front doors!"

"It's a duplex. Two houses stuck together. We live on the left side and my partner lives on the right side."

At that moment the right door opened and my partner came out. He held a camera in his hand. He stopped when he saw that I wasn't alone. I stopped the car and shut off the engine. When I opened the door he said, "I thought you just bought a new car. Now you come home with a beautiful woman and a new car! Introduce me, please."

I said, "Honda, meet Nick. He's my partner. If he gets in the driver's seat, don't start." All three of us laughed.

"Please partner, introduce me to her, not your car."

"Julie this is my partner, Nick Travis. Nick this is Julie Jones."

They shook hands after I opened her door and she got out of the car. Nick had the BBQ going and offered to cook our dinner as well as his while we unpacked the CR-V. We accepted and he asked what all the boxes and bags contained.

Julie said, "Everything I own. I'm moving in with Pete."

Nick looked stunned and as we carried things past him and into the house he got the story of how we met and why she was moving in. Inside our house Julie kissed me every time I brought in a bag, a suitcase or a box and deposited them in what until then had been a guest room. An unused guest room.

As I brought in the last box I told her, "This room is where your stuff lives. You sleep in the other bedroom, with me. I hope that's Ok with you."

"I sort of knew that when I woke up beside you this morning. I like the feeling."

As the three of us ate Nick relaxed and asked Julie good questions. We were due back at work on Monday afternoon. We talked about all the things we needed to do so that Julie wasn't a visitor but was a live-in roommate. We made a written list and Nick volunteered to help get everything done.

I helped Julie unpack after dinner. I noticed how threadbare and worn a lot of her clothes were. I asked about where her dad lived.

"Dad died. Mom and my sister and I have been on our own since I was in seventh grade. My sister got me the job at Sunkist. She works there too but she doesn't live with us. She's married and they live about three miles from us. Mom cleans people's houses and does some cooking for a few handicapped people."

"Is the five hundred I offered going to give you enough to send some each month to your Mom?"

"I've never been able to give her more that about three hundred a month. I have been hoping I'd get a raise before Christmas."

Nick had come inside to get us for dinner and he said, "If I heard you correctly Pete is paying you to cook, clean and shop for him. Maybe I could hire you to do the same for me."

I said, "The going rate is five hundred a month for Julie and we pay for everything she buys for the houses, food and supplies."

Nick smiled and said, "You want a check or will cash be better?"

Julie got excited and said, "Cash, please. I don't have a bank account. With you guys paying me that much I can help mom.

As we ate dinner Julie quizzed us and made shopping lists for the market, Costco and other stores. She made a list for both of us as well. Number one on my list was to get her insured so she could drive. Nick gave her a key to his half the duplex and I gave her the key to our side. The three of us cleaned up after dinner and Nick left us so he could go on a date.

Long before Nick returned from his date Julie and I were in bed. She kept up banter about living with me and the things she wanted to cook for us. That is, she talked and talked until my hands and mouth distracted her and got her focused on enjoying our time in bed together.

We were about to fall asleep when we heard Nick come home. He turned on his stereo and listened to a collection of Paul Simon music as he got ready for bed. It was on low volume and he shut it off when he went to bed.

Julie woke up before I did and when I woke up I heard the noises she made in the kitchen. I smelled breakfast cooking. I hauled myself out of bed and into the kitchen. Nick was sitting at the table lifting a big bite of pancake to his mouth as I entered the kitchen. He looked up and smiled.

Julie stood at the stove dressed in one of my t-shirts. He bare legs and cute body made that morning special and had both Nick and my attention.

She said, "Sit. Pancakes and eggs. Neither of you had any sausage or bacon so no meat this morning."

I sat. She served me a plate with three big pancakes topped with two eggs. A few seconds later she handed me a mug of strong black coffee. I tasted the coffee and knew someone had trained her well. Most of the women I had ever known made weak coffee and liked flavored cream, sugar and other things added. The mug she handed me was hot, strong and black.

She loaded another plate and sat with us. We ate and I noticed we all smiled. Julie asked questions and we answered.

"I noticed you turned on music when you came home last night." She said. "Does that mean you like music in the background a lot?"

Nick answered, "I love music. It helps set the mood for whatever. Last night I had a good evening and listening to Paul Simon helped continue the feeling."

"I like music too. My stereo is in the living room and you can feel free to play anything you like."

"Just don't mix up our music collections." Nick said.

We complimented her cooking and I caught Nick looking at her chest in lust as we finished eating. I looked as well, noticing that she had only the thin t-shirt covering her chest. Her conical breasts pressed against the thin shirt and seemed to be inviting our attentions.

We explained that we had to get ready for work starting at two in the afternoon, leaving at two-thirty. Julie smiled and gave us our lists of what needed our attention. My list included getting her on my insurance, a shopping list for the market and she wanted a way to contact us while we were at work. Nick's list included a shopping list for Costco and the hardware store.

We got fully dressed and went to work getting things done. Nick and I dressed, Julie stayed in just a t-shirt. She stripped our bed and started washing the sheets. She went next door and stripped Nick's bed and started his sheets washing. She started music playing on Nick's stereo and she started singing along with the music. 

Nick and I left her to her work and we went to do the shopping as she requested. I found that as much as I had been saying I hated shopping that day I smiled as I did it. I looked at the list, written in Julie's hand, and every time I checked the list, I smiled.

That evening as we drove around our part of the city on patrol Nick admitted he did the same smiling. "Julie seems to really make a difference around the house." He said. "And, I noticed that when we came home Julie had cleaned my place to a new level of clean. I never considered myself a slob or anything like that, but she cleans and everything looks, smells and feels cleaner."

Our shift ended at three in the morning. By three-forty we were home. I didn't turn on the lights when I entered. The light from the street light was enough to guide me through the house to our bedroom. When I opened the bedroom door Julie sat up in bed and looked frightened. I said, "Don't be afraid. The police are here to protect you."

I said it is jest but Julie was genuinely afraid. She said, "I was dreaming about Brian. Are you sure he's locked up?"

A minute later I had called the Ojai police and found that Brian had been arrested for possession with intent to sell and for having a 9mm pistol and five hundred rounds of ammunition with no permit. After I shared the news with Julie she calmed down and welcomed me into our nice, warm bed. We attempted to join as quietly as possible, knowing that the wall between the sides of our duplex were thin.

At breakfast the next morning Nick said something that let us know we failed to be quiet enough. He wasn't mad. As the week progressed we got the dual household set up and functioning to serve the three of us. By Friday night at work other officers had noticed that both of us were happier and better rested.

Saturday evening Julie fed us dinner of enchiladas, rice and beans then Nick changed clothes and went out on a date. Julie and I sat in our living room and started to watch a movie. As we got things set up to start Julie said, "Nick told me you hadn't been on a date in three years."

"No, I hadn't. When Sarah and Michael died I think I let part of me die too. I grieved for at least a year. I didn't go to gatherings of any kind. I worked, watched football on TV and slept for at least a year. Then I thought I was Ok, but I still didn't socialize. It didn't seem right, for me to enjoy myself when Sarah couldn't share it with me."

Julie had been sitting next to me on the couch. She moved into my lap and kissed me. When she ended the kiss she said, "I don't care about the movie. I care about you. When Mom, Bonnie or I got down in the dumps we would go down to the beach and listen to the waves. It always helped. Could we go to the beach?"

We went. We walked in the wet sand for a couple of hours, holding hands and stopping often to share kisses and to stand together just holding on for dear life. We didn't talk much. We didn't need words.

Back at my CR-V I held her in my arms and she said, "Please, don't say anything until we get home. I have something to say to you and I want it to sink in. Just let my words sink in and feel the truth of what I'm going to say."

I nodded, acknowledging her request that I stay quiet.

"Pete, I love you. Not like a sister loves her brother. I love you for who you are in my life. I love how my heart feels when I'm touching you, how I feel when I get to do things for you, for us, every day. Your life is more important than mine to me." She pressed herself against me and we kissed. 

I wanted to say, "I love you too" but couldn't. I drove us home in silence, her words penetrating deep inside me. Her hand rested warmly on my thigh as I drove.

At home we undressed, showered and then crawled into bed. Julie held on to me and I held her in my arms. We slept that way. In the morning I couldn't bring myself to say words that seemed inadequate to tell her how she had become so important to me so quickly. Words just didn't seem enough. I kissed her as she made breakfast for us. I took her car to the car wash and had it cleaned and detailed. On the way home I stopped and bought her flowers.

When I got home she was in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the three of us. She welcomed me home with her arms around me and her lips pressed against mine. 

Over the next few weeks I seemed constantly aware that Julie was loving me, even when I wasn't with her. Even when we were at work I was thinking of her. On our beat there was a little clothing shop. We went inside when the owner had reported vandals had defaced the back wall that faced the alley. I saw some clothes I thought Julie might like. The next day I took Julie into that shop and we bought her some clothes.

I'd never done something like that, even for or with Sarah. I loved Sarah and I knew I loved Julie. Differently.

Nick ate dinner with us almost every day. On the weekends he dated and he almost never brought anyone home. In the third month of having Julie in residence we were eating dinner on Monday afternoon when Julie asked, "Nick, when are we going to meet the woman you've been dating?"

Nick put the fork he was holding down on his plate and looked up into Julie's eyes. He said, "Never. First, because there isn't one woman I've been dating."

"Oh. I thought you'd been dating the same woman all the time."

"I had been. For the six months before Pete brought you home I'd been dating Caroline. By the time you'd been here a month I knew she wasn't who I wanted in my life, as a partner, a mate, a wife. We'd been together months and she'd never cooked dinner for me, or breakfast. She was happy with us being friends with benefits. You showed me I wanted more. I've been looking for more ever since."

"Oh. I'm sorry." Julie said.

I said, "You never said anything."

Nick looked at us and said, "What can I say? Hey Pete, did you know I'm in love with your woman? No, I can't say that."

"You love Julie?"

"Yes. Every time I see the two of you together, I ache inside. On Monday when we go to work I've decided to put in for a transfer. I'll sell my side of the house and I'll move. Maybe I can move to the far side of L.A. or somewhere."

"No!" Julie exclaimed. "You're like brothers, only closer. You trust your lives to each other. I don't want you to go. I don't want to come between you!"

Her words cut into me like a knife. Did she want me to go? Did she love Nick? Did she want to leave us? As I sat stunned she turned and faced me. It was as if she heard what I was thinking.




A Chance Meeting



"Don't go there, Pete. I love you! I started loving you when you stepped in with your Superman cape and saved me from Brian. It's only gotten stronger. You brought me home and trusted me to care for you and for Nick. You even made sure I had enough money to help take care of my Mom."

She turned a little and faced both Nick and me. "I love taking care of both of you. I love that you are partners and I love it when I've heard each of you say that partners share everything. OK. Let's share. Let's cut a doorway between the sides of the duplex. Let's love each other. You guys already love each other like brothers. You both say you love me. I love both of you. All that's missing is that Nick and I have never kissed, never allowed ourselves to express the truth of our feelings."

I asked, "Are you nuts? It isn't done. Two men sharing one woman?"

"It makes more sense than one man attempting to satisfy more than one woman. Think about it. What's the thing that you don't share with Nick? Me. The one thing. From my first night here we've worked hard at being quiet when we go to bed, in consideration of Nick. We don't kiss as often when you're home as we do when you're out looking for a woman. All that can relax if we allow our love to be shared."

I looked over at Nick and he looked at me. We'd been partners on the police force for five years. We had gone through hell together on the streets of South Central, had lived through the end of Sarah and Michael's lives and had stayed closer than most brothers. He could and had borrowed my clothes, my car and damned near everything else I owned. I could and had borrowed his clothes, his truck and damned near everything else he owned. We jointly owned the duplex. Julie was right. The only thing we didn't share was her.

"I've got to think about this." I said.

"Take your time. I'm not going anywhere." Nick said.

Julie nodded and said, "I'm not planning to go anywhere either. I feel like I'm home. I'm not living in my Mom's house, I'm home. You both have allowed me to make both sides of the house mine, by letting me inhabit the kitchens, clean and organize both living spaces and by giving me a key to both sides."

I went out on the front porch and sat. If cars drove by, I didn't notice. If someone walked by and said something to me, I didn't hear them. My mind and heart were engaged in a battle. A battle between what made sense and what the rest of the world called normal. When I was done thinking I got up and went back inside.

Julie was standing at the stove and Nick sat at the kitchen table. They both turned and looked at me. Neither spoke but the looks on their faces told me they wanted me to talk.

"Nick, you've seen me kiss Julie many times. What reaction does your body have when you see me kissing her?"

He answered, "Many times I've seen you kissing her and I've almost said, "My turn." It's Ok with me that she loves you and that she kisses you, makes love with you... I just want the same thing."

"It's weird. I understand what you're saying completely and something inside me wants to own Julie, keep her all to myself. I haven't done that. I've shared her... up to a point. What we don't share is physical affection."

Julie turned off the stove, wiped her hands on a towel and walked to me. She said, "I want you to kiss me. Kiss me any way you want and use the kiss to tell me you love me."

I started to wrap my arms around her and realized that Nick was watching and had heard what she was asking me to do. I knew he wanted a turn. He wanted the turn that Julie and I had denied him for months.

"I can't. I love you and I love Nick too. He wants a turn. I can kiss you, but it will have to be after you kiss Nick. I don't want to share... but I will. If I share I get to keep both of you in my life."

Julie turned and went to Nick. He stood up and they wrapped their arms around each other and kissed. I was struck at the power, the tenderness, the energy I could see and feel as they kissed. I understood how seeing her kissing me had upset Nick.

When the kiss ended Nick did not want to let go. Julie untangled herself from him and came to me. She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed.

I felt my body respond to her. Our lips parted and she said, "I love you. Can you feel it?"

"Yes!" It was hard for me to speak. I felt her love and knew I felt her love for both of us, not just for me. She wasn't holding anything back. I looked over at Nick and saw him wrestling with feelings he wasn't used to having.

Julie untangled from me and said, "We can do this. We can live together and love together. I will do everything I can to avoid conflicts over who gets alone time with me. I will take care of both of you, just like I do now and even better."

Nick stepped closer and Julie opened her arms to include both of us. When the hug ended I realized I had things to do. I took the keys to the Subaru, my CR-V and Nick's truck and said, "I'll be back in a while. I'm taking all three vehicles to get cleaned for the week. I won't come back inside until all three are clean."

As I drove Nick's truck to the car wash I caught myself smiling. I knew Nick was undressing Julie and that they would be sharing the intimacy they wanted while I was washing the vehicles. When I brought the truck back and parked it in his driveway I didn't slam the door of the truck. I didn't want to disturb them.

I cleaned the Subaru next and did a great job of it. When I got back I realized that we'd been parking the Subaru at the curb. I parked it behind Nick's truck.

I thought, 'If she parks in either driveway we'll know which car we're taking to work and which side of the house she's sleeping in.'

My CR-V got cleaned and when I returned I made plenty of noise. I entered my side of the house and turned on the stereo. The random selection of tunes started playing whatever was next on my playlist. By the third note I was laughing. The Oak Ridge Boys were singing, "You're the One." Of all the songs that might have played, it had to be that one!

About half an hour later my phone rang. I answered and Julie's voice said, "Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes. We'll eat over here in Nick's home. Thanks for giving us some time." I didn't get a chance to say anything. 

Eight minutes later I went next door.

Over dinner I talked with them about the idea I had about parking the Subaru. They liked the idea. For the first time since I met Julie I slept alone that night. I had the stereo on low and fell asleep without any trouble. If Nick and Julie made noise I didn't hear them.

Monday at two-thirty Nick and I got in my Honda and went to work. We had a pretty good evening at work, with no shootings and only one domestic disturbance. In the station house we didn't talk about home, Julie or sharing.

When we got home the Subaru was in my driveway. Dinner was on my side and Julie bubbled all over both of us.

It took two weeks before we had settled into a routine that worked for all three of us. Another two weeks and our lives felt incredibly good to all three of us. As Life sometimes does Life tossed a change at us about that time. 

My phone rang at noon on Friday. I woke up and answered. It was Donna, Julie's Mom. "Can I speak with Julie please?" She asked.

"She's next door right now. I'll have her call you when she gets back, unless this is urgent."

"I can talk with you. I'd like a visit. I miss you and Julie. When could you come?" I could hear something in her voice that told me she didn't want to say it was urgent... but it was.

"Donna, let me talk to Nick and Julie and I'll call you back in less than an hour. I'm not making a promise but I think we might be able to come up tomorrow."

"That would be great!" I heard the relief in her voice. 

I asked, "Is there something special you need to talk to us about?"

"There is, but not before you get here. Call me back, Ok?"

"Sure." We ended the call. I went next door and rang the doorbell. In the old days the only time Nick or I rang the doorbell was when one of us had a woman staying over. Part of the new way of living was to ring the bell every time, allowing the people inside to get dressed before they were invaded.

A few seconds after I rang the bell Julie opened the door and gave me a kiss. Not a peck, a real kiss. I told her about the call and the three of us called Donna.

She wouldn't talk about whatever had her wanting us to visit, but made sure we understood it was important.

As soon as the phones were hung up Julie said, "Mom sounds worried."

"Ok." Nick said, "We can leave work at three and be home by three-thirty. We can sleep until nine and be on the road before ten. That puts us in Ojai at noon. Julie, call your Mom and let her know that's our plan. Ok?"

Nick got a kiss and Julie made the call. About a minute after the kiss I realized that when she kissed Nick it didn't bother me. 

When we got home from work Julie was in my kitchen making dinner for us. We kissed her "Hello" and went to our respective rooms to clean up and get ready for dinner. We were well aware that most people ate dinner around sunset and we ate it between four and five in the morning. Working the three-in-the-afternoon to three-in-the-morning shift made our lives strange in that way.

When dinner was over Nick went home and took a nap. Julie and I went to bed and got a shorter nap. As we snuggled after I asked, "Are we asking for too much sex?"

"You're worried that my having sex too often will wear out my pussy? Or, are you worried that I'll start feeling used?"

"I guess both. I love you and love snuggling with you and sex with you. Last night as we were on patrol I did some calculations. In the last month you and I have had sex... intercourse, every night we've slept together. I assume that the same is true for you and Nick. That means you've had sex every time you've come to bed since Nick said he wanted a turn."

She kissed me and snuggled in closer. "I'm not complaining. If there comes a day or night when I need a break, I'll let either of you know. So far neither of you has even noticed that I've had my periods. I clean up and come to bed ready to love the men I love, every night."

We kissed a few more times and then slept. At nine that morning the alarm woke us and we got up. Fifteen minutes later the three of us were in my Honda and headed north.

I drove with Julie riding shotgun. We stopped for a pee break in Oxnard and Julie moved into the back seat with Nick for the rest of the trip.

At ten after twelve I parked in Donna's driveway. She met us on her front lawn. My examination was quick and it told me that Donna wasn't getting enough to eat. Or, she was sick.

She wasn't sick. Some of the people she normally worked for had cut back and having her clean their houses was what they cut. Instead of cleaning five houses a week she was only cleaning three. 

Nick opened his wallet and I opened mine. We each gave her a hundred dollars and I included the keys to the Honda. "Go to the market. Spend what you need to spend and keep whatever's left." I said.

She kissed all three of us and went. We watched her drive away and as she drove I said, "I have an idea."

Neither Julie or Nick looked at me. Nick asked, "Julie, how well do you and your Mom get along?"

"Now or when we lived together?"

"When you lived together." I said.

"We were more like sisters, sisters that like each other. We got along well. We were trying to survive so we had to get along with each other. I understand her and she understands me. Why?"

"Us giving her a couple hundred a month isn't going to be enough for long." Nick said. "We need to have a plan for two or three months from now when she only has two houses a week to clean."

"Or maybe no houses to clean." I said.

"Maybe she needs to move..." Nick said.

"With us?" Julie asked. Nick and I nodded. We stood at the window quietly waiting for Julie to digest what had been proposed and for her reaction.

When she was ready she asked, "Which of you will she live with?"

Nick said, "We need a conversation with her about the logistics. The question is could you be Ok with her living with us? Knowing about our unusual family."

"She knows I sleep with both of you. We talk on the phone. At first she thought I'd mess up a good thing by sleeping with both of you. Now she knows it works for us."

"Let's wait and talk with her when she gets back." I said. 

We waited. When Donna parked we went out and carried bags of groceries and supplies into the house. Julie made sandwiches for all of us and when we sat down she said, "Mom, we talked while you were at the store."

Donna froze with her sandwich inches from her mouth.

Nick said, "Times are tough all over."

I said, "We see evidence on patrol every day and we want to help you."

"I'll find other houses to clean, this is a temporary set back.." Donna said.

"Mom, have you ever seen where we live?" Julie asked, knowing Donna had never been to our homes.

Donna shook her head and said, "Nope. I figured maybe for Thanksgiving or Christmas I'd be invited."

"You're invited now." Nick said.

I said, "Come take a look. We're thinking that, if it works for you, you might move in with us and live with us."

"I don't want to intrude!" She was overwhelmed at the thought of moving, at the thought of being a burden to Julie and us. Her eyes went wide open and she blurted, "Wait! Does this mean I would be sleeping with both of you, too?"

Nick laughed out loud and answered, "I'd be honored if you wanted to sleep with me, but I have a bedroom no one is using and so does Pete. You can have your own room."

"You'd be honored? Be serious. I'm older than you, by a lot. You don't want someone as old as me messing up what appears to be working well for the three of you."

"At least come check it out. Spend a couple of days with us, then decide. I know this, it would be cheaper for you to live with us than for us to pay rent on a house in L.A. and another house here." I said.

"Ok. I'll come check it out. If I don't think it will work I'll take the bus home." She smiled and went to her bedroom. Julie followed. Fifteen minutes later they were back with one suitcase.

On our way home Nick rode up front with me and the ladies talked in the back seat... all the way home. I thought about the changes that had happened since I bought the Honda. I had driven it thirty-eight thousand miles in the few months I'd had it. Julie had moved in with us. Julie had started sharing us. Both Nick and I were happier than we had been since the accident that killed my wife and son. What would including Donna do to the balance we had achieved in our home? Would Donna want to sleep with either of us? Would Donna and Julie be willing to share us?

We listened to Julie telling Donna about where we lived and the things close by. As she talked I gathered that Julie was happier with us than I knew. Even with the daily changes to residence and the sex every night she was happy. They way she talked to Donna showed me that she really loved being loved by both of us, taking care of both of us and she was presenting our lives to her Mom like she wanted her mom to like it too. I had been asking myself questions about her happiness. Listening to her, I was reassured.

As soon as we were home Julie took Donna on a tour of both sides of our duplex. Nick and I turned on the TV on my side and watched a cop show I had recorded. We watched and we talked.

I asked, "You honestly think it would work to have Donna living with us?"

Nick nodded and said, "Yes. If she can stop being Julie's Mom and be our girl-friend, this can work. If she has to act like Mom, it won't work."

"I agree. We had moms. We grew up and I don't want to go backwards. How do we get Donna to see the need for a role change?"

"Maybe we don't need to do anything. Maybe she will see the need herself. I think being one of us would be easier than trying to be our Mom."

"Yeah. I don't want another Mom."

Julie and Donna joined us in my living room and I shut off the television. Nick asked, "Well, what do you thing of our homes?"

Donna smiled and said, "I think I like them both. When Julie first told me about how you were living I really didn't understand. Now that I see it, I get it. You each need your space, your territory. There are ways you are alike and ways you are quite different."

"Think you could live here?" I asked.

"With some adjustments, yes." Donna said. Julie nodded her agreement. Donna continued, "I'm Julie's Mom. That's a fact, but not a fact that I need to use as a role I live in. I've never tried to think of Julie as an equal. She's always been my daughter. If I can change my thinking and both of us live here as equals then yes, I can live here."

Nick asked, "You see any problems living with Pete and me?"

"Yes. I totally get that you both have a sexual relationship with Julie. She's nineteen and beautiful. I'm thirty-nine..." She left the rest of the sentence in the unsaid.

"Stay a few days. See how you feel and how you fit into the routine of our family. If it works for all of us, stay. If it doesn't work we'll help you as best we can, financially, so you can stay in Ojai."

"Ok. I don't need to be back in Ojai until next Thursday so I'll stay until Wednesday and decide then if this can work." Donna said.

Julie and Donna went into my kitchen and started putting together dinner. Nick followed them into the kitchen and invited Donna to go with him for a walk. 

After they left Julie came to me and said, "Donna felt conflicted as soon as Nick invited her on the walk. She felt like she should stay and help me prepare dinner. That's what a Mom would do. She had to step out of the Mom role and go for the walk. How she does on the walk will tell her a lot about if she can fit in our family."

Donna and Julie worked hard at making the transition work for both of them. Nick and I went back to work and enjoyed being cared for by both women. Julie switched beds every night as she had been doing for months. Donna switched "guest rooms" so that if Julie was with me Donna slept in Nick's place. When Julie traded beds, Donna traded bedrooms so she was not sleeping on the same side of the duplex as Julie.

On Wednesday morning when Nick and I came home from work we wondered if Donna had decided to stay or if she was headed back to Ojai. As we ate dinner Donna announced, "I'm taking the bus back to Ojai today."

After both of us voiced our disappointment Nick volunteered to take her to the bus station. She was already packed and knew when the first bus left for Ojai. We finished breakfast and Nick carried her suitcase out to his truck.

As soon as they left Julie came to me and asked, "Would you like noisy sex?"

"Noisy sex? Does it need to be noisy?"

"Donna noticed that we're very quiet when we're in bed. She noticed that neither of you made a move on her while she was here. She decided you don't really want an old woman living with you. I don't have a strong argument against her thinking."

"Did she say she wanted to have sex with either of us?" I asked.

"We talked about it. She asked if I felt possessive about you. I told her I'd been thinking about how it would be if both of us were lovers to both of you."

"And?"

"And I like the idea. Donna likes the idea. We weren't sure how you and Nick feel about it. The fact that neither of you has hit on her since she's been here has us believing neither of you wants her."

I was stunned. 

"Nick and I never talked about it. I don't know how he feels. Donna turns me on. She's enough like you that it seems natural to be turned on by her, but she's enough different from you that I wanted to give her room and not push her into a sexual relationship that she might not want."




A Chance Meeting



About that time we noticed that Nick wasn't back. It was fifteen minutes to the bus station. They had been gone an hour.

I found my cell phone and called Nick. His phone rang five times before he answered, "Yo! What's up?"

"Let me guess. You decided dropping Donna at the bus wasn't what you wanted to do and you're on the road to Ojai."

"Right! I just passed through the tunnel and we're headed up PCH for a while."

"Are we on speaker phone?" I asked.

"Of course. I don't want or need a ticket for holding on to the phone."

"Donna, I owe you an apology. I'm sorry if I offended you." I said the words and Julie looked at me with a look that said she didn't know what I was talking about.

Donna said, "What are you talking about? You didn't offend me."

"Well, I should have. My behavior was dishonest. I lived a lie of omission. There was something I should have said, something I needed to do and I lied to myself and to you about it."

Nick said, "Would you mind telling both of us what the hell you're talking about?"

"I made up my mind to give you plenty of room to make your decision about living with us. I made up my mind not to pressure you too much. You slept in my guest room three nights. I never invited you into my bed. I didn't hit on you, didn't knock on your door once. I never told you how pleased I'd be if you shared my bed. Donna, as soon as you left this morning I missed you and realized I had been dishonest. Can you come back and crawl into bed with me?"

"Julie told you to call. You don't really want me in your bed. I'm old."

Pete would have made a great receiver in football. He caught the pass I threw and said, "Oh my God! I did it too! Donna, forget going back and sleeping with Pete. I did the same thing he did. I wanted to give you plenty of room to check us out with no pressure. Every night you were in my guest room I wanted you in bed with me!"

It was quiet longer than I was comfortable with and I opened my mouth just as Donna spoke. "I still need to go home to Ojai. I need to clean Mrs Thompson's house one last time. She's depending on me to be there tomorrow morning. When I've cleaned her house one last time, I'll quit and turn her over to Mrs. Garcia down the street. Then, I can move in with you." She paused and four seconds later added, "But only if you promise to hit on me often!"

"Deal!" I said. Nick said he agreed and said he would call the desk and let them know he had car trouble and was stuck in Ojai. He'd miss our next shift. I knew he would be enjoying Donna's bed and Donna while I was at work."

Julie was naked when I hung up the phone. She helped me undress and we had noisy sex right there in the kitchen. A little while later we had noisy sex in our bed. I was at work on time that afternoon, tired but on time and in uniform.

When I got home at four in the morning the only lights on in my place were the porch light and the lights leading me to my bedroom. I stepped inside and found Donna in my bed. She was asleep. I took off my clothes and crawled into bed with her.

Her eyes opened and she said, "I decided we'd waited long enough. You don't need to hit on me to convince me you want me. I forgive you and Nick for forgetting to hit on me."

We kissed and when that kiss ended I was hard, pressing against her leg and starting to move towards a more comfortable position. She said, "Julie asked me to remind you to be noisy."

We were.



A Chance Meeting?



This story is an erotic tale of two women who meet at a bar and begin a very sensual relationship. Was their meeting by chance? Read the story to find out. Please take a few moments after reading to comment on the story, whether you enjoyed it or not. 



The woman sitting at the bar was all alone, and if anyone had been watching her closely, they would have seen that she was not a happy person. At forty two years old, Katie felt like she had lost everything, and she just wanted to have a few drinks by herself and wallow in self pity. 

She had been sitting for nearly ten minutes on the comfortable bar stool, nursing her drink, when a person sidled up to the bar and sat down two seats from her to her right and ordered a light beer. It was a feminine voice, so Katie glanced over and saw that it was a young woman who looked barely old enough to drink. The girl looked at Katie and their eyes met briefly.

Katie looked back down at her drink as the bartender, a handsome man who seemed way too flamboyant to be straight, carried the drink to the young woman and then headed back to the other end of the bar.

"Are you meeting someone?" Katie heard the voice of the young lady to her right asking and she glanced over again before realizing that the woman was speaking to her.

"Ah no, no I'm here by myself." She replied, not really feeling much like getting into a conversation right now.

"Yeah me too. I'm not usually the type of person who just pops into a bar for a drink in the middle of the day, especially by myself, but I just really wanted a beer. Tough morning." She grimaced.

Katie nodded and looked back at her drink. She really didn't know why she was here either. It wasn't because she wanted a drink, she really didn't like the taste of alcohol much. She supposed that it was because the bar was the place that all depressed people went to when they felt really bad, and she felt really bad right now.

"So ah, what about you?" The woman asked, "Do you often come here during the day for a drink all by yourself?"

Katie shot the woman an appalled look, thinking that she has a lot of nerve to ask such a question, but before she had the chance to be very angry, the woman said "I'm sorry, that was out of line. Don't answer that question. I'm not very good at conversations with people I just met at the bar." She sipped her beer and mumbled something under her breath.

Even though Katie was not in the mood to chat with a stranger, she could see that the woman felt genuinely bad, and she thought that it was better to talk with another woman then to sit by herself and wait for some man to try to pick her up. Since showing up, she had already been hit on once by a much older man.

Turning to look at the woman, Katie said "This is the first time I've ever been in this place." and she chuckled.

"Seriously?" The young woman looked on with genuine surprise, and Katie thought that she looked very pretty. She momentarily wondered why such a pretty, young, vibrant woman wanted to talk to a much older woman. This girl was about the same age as her own daughter.

"Yes, I'm serious. I'm not real big on bars either to be honest." Katie replied, shaking her head. "And I really don't love alcohol either." She held her drink up in her hand and swirled it around.

"Then why are you here?!?" 

Katie sighed and her shoulders slumped. For a moment she seemed lost in thought, then she turned back and said "I don't know. I guess it's because the bar is the place that people go to when they find out their spouse is cheating on them." Her lips pursed and she blinked back tears that threatened to spill over her eyelids.

The pretty young lady, showing concern, slid over to the seat next to Katie and said "Oh shit, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to pry."

"It's alright. It kinda feels better to talk about it you know. I haven't talked to anybody, so it's still pretty raw right now." It was strange talking about this with a stranger, but it felt right.

"Well look, if you want to be left alone, I understand, but if you want to talk to someone, I'm a good listener. You don't know me so you can tell me anything, and it might be cathartic to get it all out too. I've got nowhere to be, so...it's up to you." She looked on with raised eyebrows.

After some internal debate, Katie decided that she could trust this young woman and the two moved to a booth to talk. The girl introduced herself as Anne and from there Katie talked about her husband Derek and their twenty one year marriage. She told about finding the incriminating text on his phone and confronting him. She told about how he denied it all at first, but then finally broke down and told her everything. 

"So it turns out that he's been fucking this twenty one year old bimbo for like six months now. Some bitch named Beth, and she knows that he's married too. I was so pissed that I kicked him out. I told him to expect divorce papers to be coming soon."

Anne had sat in silence the whole time, listening intently, and now she finally asked "Have you filed for divorce yet?"

"No. I don't even know if I'm going to. On one hand, I'm so angry with him, I could kill him, but I still love him too, and it seems like such a waste of twenty years."

"You must have a lot of anger toward the other woman."

Sighing deeply, Katie said "When I first found out about her, I wanted to strangle her. After I calmed down though, I realized that she means nothing. I mean if he wasn't fucking her he would be fucking someone else. He's the cheating bastard, and when it comes right down to it, I should be angry with his decision to go outside the marriage."

Anne sat for a few moments in silence, mulling over what she had been told, then said "Maybe you should do to him what he did to you. I mean, he slept with a young woman, you should do the same."

"Oh no, I don't sleep around like that. Besides, how many twenty year old men would want to fuck an old broad like me?" Katie said, taking a long swallow from her drink.

"Oh please, give yourself some credit. You are sexy as hell, and any guy, any age would be all over you, and quite a few women as well."

"Now your just trying to make me feel better." Katie said, giving her the raised eyebrow look.

"No, I'm not." She reached across and took Katie's hand in hers, looked her straight in the eyes and said "I find you very attractive, and I'm only twenty one."

"Are you hitting on me?" Katie questioned.

"What would you say if I was?"

Sitting back in her seat and pulling her hand with her, Katie said "I'd tell you that you are barking up the wrong tree. I'm not a lesbian, which is why I married a man."

Anne sighed loudly and replied "Gay, straight, bisexual, lesbian. We have all these labels that we place on everyone, like everyone belongs in a box. The gays in this box, the straights in here. I don't consider myself a lesbian either. Some days I want big, hard, throbbing, pulsing, sweaty cock. I want to smell it and lick it and suck it and fuck it. Then the next day, I feel like diving in to the slick, silky soft folds of a creamy pussy. I just want to smell it and lick it and drink all her lovely juices."

Katie felt her face blushing as she listened to the pretty woman. She had never in her life been attracted to women in a sexual way, but there was something about this woman that was getting to her. She realized that she had been holding in her breath, listening to the sexy sounds of Anne's voice, and she slowly exhaled through pursed lips. "Well, I ah, I think that I should be going now." She said and started to slide toward the edge of the booth seat. That was when she realized just how wet she had become.

Anne reached over and caught Katie's arm, and when Katie looked up at her, Anne smiled warmly and said "It's okay to try something different you know. It won't mean that you are a lesbian either, just that you are adventurous. I've got a few hours to kill and my place is just around the corner. Why don't you come with me. I'll let you decide how far we go, and if you are uncomfortable, we will stop."

It was so difficult for Katie to think straight at the moment. The last few days had been filled with so many bad emotions, she had lost respect of her husband and probably lost her marriage, her daughter was away at college, and four months prior, she had lost her mother to cancer. Ever since her mom had died, she had felt lost and distant, and intimacy with her husband had become non-existent, the reason that he gave for sleeping around. 

"I...I don't think that...I could do that. I just..."

"Ssshhh, just let yourself go for a change." Anne said, reaching up and caressing the side of Katie's face. "Take a chance and allow yourself to have the most pleasurable experience of your life. I promise you won't regret it."

"But...I've never..." Katie's mind was in a quandary. She knew that she should just get up and leave, she wasn't a lesbian and she wasn't into having sex with strangers, but for some reason, she didn't want to leave. 

"It's okay, I'll teach you." There was something about Anne that Katie just couldn't resist. She was nervous and shaking as she nodded her head and whispered "Okay. I'll try." She almost felt guilty when she said it and nearly recanted, but when she saw the bright beaming smile from Anne, she felt better.

Ten minutes later they entered Anne's apartment, and once the door was shut, Anne turned to Katie and said "Would it be alright if I kiss you?"

Katie's eyes looked at Anne's lips for a second, then back up into her eyes and she nodded. Once again Anne smiled wide and slowly moved toward the older woman. As Anne moved in close, Katie could smell her perfume. It was a familiar smell, but she couldn't remember from where, and it smelled really good. 

The kiss was the most sensuous, erotic kiss that Katie had ever experienced and made her juices flow and her nipples erect. She had never felt such soft lips and when she felt the tip of Anne's tongue touch her lips and slide between them, she almost had an orgasm without any contact. By the time the kiss broke, she was breathing heavy, her eyes closed and her mouth open slightly, the moisture causing her lips to shine in the sunlight through the window.

"Mmm Let's go to the bedroom." Anne said, ushering Katie down the hallway toward the bedroom. Like she was in a dream, Katie allowed herself to be led into the bedroom and over to the bed. It was so strange to be here with a woman, a young woman no older than her very own daughter, who wanted have sex with her, and the strangest thing was, she wanted it too.

Katie sat on the edge of the bed, her body trembling from nervousness, Anne stood in front of her and caressed her face gently, pushing her hair to the side and tucking it behind her ear. She bent down at the waist, tipped Katie's head up, and started kissing her face. Starting at her forehead, she slowly kissed down around her left eye to her cheek. She moved close to her mouth, but then moved away, kissing back along her jawbone to the spot just below her ear. She spent some time gently kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling the sensitive spot, and she could tell by the reaction that Katie was enjoying it.

Anne moved up so her lips were at Katie's ear and she whispered, "Mmm, I want to lick every inch of your sexy body." She felt the older woman shudder, and she grinned as she moved down, licking her neck with her thick tongue.

She wasn't a lesbian, but Katie couldn't remember ever being this turned on before. Her whole body felt like it was melting when Anne was nibbling below her ear, and when she whispered that she wanted to lick every inch of her body, Katie nearly came without touching herself. It was confusing to her, she had never been attracted to women, but she wanted this woman more than anything right now.

Katie felt her shirt being lifted and she willingly raised her arms above her head so that Anne could pull it off. She wore a half cup bra that pushed her breasts up and showed the tops of them, giving the illusion of cleavage. 

"Mmm, you are so sexy." Anne whispered with a smile, her hands slid down to the sides of Katie's breasts as she continued to kiss the older woman on the cheek and below the ear. Her hands moved around Katie's back to the bra latch and she felt the woman stiffen up just a bit. Not wanting to lose her now, Anne quickly slid her mouth around and kissed her. It was a deep passionate kiss and she slid her tongue into the woman's mouth, causing Katie to moan, her breath coming in raged gasps through her flaring nostrils. Meanwhile, Anne's hands unlatched the bra and slid it off Katie's shoulders, dropping the garment onto her lap.

This kiss was even more intense than the first kiss. Anne's tongue was everywhere in Katie's mouth, and at that point, she decided that she didn't care that she was with a woman, and she didn't care that the woman was the same age as her daughter. Her body was responding to every touch as if she was being shocked, and she realized that it hadn't even been this intense the first time she had been intimate with a man. She felt more alive than she had in years and she wasn't about to stop.

Anne noticed a difference in Katie about half way through their kiss. Whereas before, the older woman was stiff and tense, she suddenly became responsive and relaxed. Pulling back from the kiss, Anne leaned down further and kissed the top of Katie's left breast. She hefted the globe in her hand and looked at the perky nipple surrounded by a large, half dollar size, aureole. "Beautiful" she whispered, and gently sucked the nipple into her mouth.

'Heavenly' was the word that came to Katie's mind as to what it felt like having Anne's thick lips wrapped around her nipple. She was so turned on at the moment, that her undies felt soaked from her flowing juices. She felt herself being pushed gently backwards and allowed herself to be lowered to the bed, the pair of lips never releasing her nipple. Anne's tongue swirled around and around eliciting shivers of delight from Katie. She squeezed her thighs together, her pussy throbbing and threatening to go into orgasmic spasms.

Anne was sucking hard on the nipple now, drawing more and more of the breast into her mouth, and it felt so good that Katie wrapped her arms around the girls head and moaned "Oh fuck yeah." Finally, Anne pulled off the nipple, her mouth making a loud smacking sound and leaving a red circle on the top of Katie's breast. 

Lifting up and looking into Katie's face Anne said "Beg me to lick your pussy." She lowered back down and kissed between Katie's breasts.

"Oh God yes, yes lick me please, I want it so bad." Katie breathlessly moaned.

Sliding her body down lower on Katie's body, Anne stopped at her waist and began undoing her belt. Once undone, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, then began to tug them down. The jeans were tight, hugging Katie's hips and accentuating her ass, so Anne had some difficulty pulling them down, but she was determined and soon she was tugging them past the older woman's feet and dropping them on the floor.

Once Katie's jeans were off, Anne stood up between her legs and and looked at her whole body. With a sexy smile, she slowly climbed back onto the bed, and up between Katie's legs. Kissing her way up the inside of Katie's thighs, first on side, then the other, Anne slowly, teasingly, made her way closer and closer to the older woman's pantie clad pussy. The panties were getting quite damp in the crotch as Katie's pussy kept leaking her lubricating juices.

As Anne's face moved closer and closer to Katie's sex, she slid her hands up the outsides of Katie's legs until her fingers hooked the elastic band of her undies and she began to tug them down. The front of the undies lowered to the top of Katie's bush and a few stray hairs peeked out. Anne pushed her face into the crotch of the undies and breathed in the moist fragrance, her eyes closing as she inhaled deeply enjoying the wonderful odoriferous scent of sexually excited cunt.

Katie was about to go completely overboard by the time she felt Anne's face pushing against her underwear. She could feel the coolness every time the girl breathed deeply through her nose, the air whistling in her nostrils. She felt something else underneath the cool air and it took a few seconds before she realized the it was Anne's tongue pushing against her panties forcing her labia apart. 

Afraid that she would go crazy if the teasing continued, Katie lifted her head and whined "Oh you're driving me crazy! Please, I need to cum so bad."

This was exactly what Anne wanted and she tugged Katie's underwear the rest of the way down, exposing her fully. Once more she climbed back between the older woman's legs, stuck her long tongue out, and moved it to within centimeters of her pussy. 

Katie desperately wanted to cum and when she saw Anne's tongue moving right up to her pussy, she sighed loudly and dropped her head back to the mattress in anticipation of the blissful feeling, but it didn't come yet. Once again she lifted up to see what the younger girl was doing, and saw that she was slyly grinning at her just inches away from her throbbing cunt. "Is something wrong?" She breathlessly asked, wondering if the girl lost her nerve all of a sudden.

"I want you to give me your word that you will lick my pussy too. I know that you've never done this before, so I thought that you might be hesitant to do me. Promise that you will, and I'll give you the best orgasm you've ever had."

Without a moment hesitation, Katie blurted out "Yes! Yes I'll do it, whatever you want me to do. I promise, just please finish me." 

Anne dove in to the wettest pussy she ever tasted, and began lapping up the succulent juices. She was a woman on a mission, licking all around the labia, but intentionally avoiding the clitoris. She could hear the moans and grunts from above and that pushed her on. Finally, she slid the first two fingers of her right hand inside the fleshy tunnel, and curled them up, searching for her g spot. She knew that she hit it when Katie bucked and sucked in her breath, so that was when Anne went in for the kill.

Katie felt herself being invaded by two slim fingers and the fingers rubbed the top part of the inside of her vagina until they hit a spot that sent a jolt of pure pleasure through her entire body. She jumped as if she had been goosed, and at that instant, Anne clamped her mouth over Katie's swollen clitoris, sucking and flicking the sensitive nub with her tongue, sending her past the point of no return.

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!" Katie wailed as her whole body went ridged and her pussy began the pleasurable spasms of orgasm. She felt the urge to pee suddenly and tried to hold it back. It was so unexpected and with Anne's fingers rubbing inside her, and the intensity of her orgasm so overwhelming, she lost control and squirted some.

"Oh yeah baby, let it go and spray that cum out!" Anne yelled as the spray squirted out around her fingers.

That was when Katie realized that she wasn't peeing at all, she was ejaculating, something that her husband had never been able to coax from her. She felt Anne redouble her efforts and the pressure was back. This time she didn't hold back and pushed like she was urinating. She felt a gush come spraying out and Anne pulled back her face but kept stroking that spot inside her, which helped to extend her orgasm. She opened her mouth in a cry of release then had to push Anne's hand away as the pleasure became too much and the sensitivity too intense. 

Anne stepped away from the bed and went to the bathroom where she picked up a large bath towel and brought it back in to mop up the puddle. She was well aware that she would have to strip the bed and wash it all, but at the moment, she didn't care. She crawled onto the bed beside Katie and stared at the older beauty, watching her come back to earth after her orgasm. 




A Chance Meeting?



"God you look so sexy after having an orgasm." Anne said.

Katie grinned and giggled a bit, then looked at the much younger woman and said "I don't know how you did that, but I am so glad you did. I have never cum so hard in my life. I thought my heart was going to stop, but it felt so good."

"Mmm, hopefully I can give you many more orgasms like that one." Anne replied. She leaned in and kissed Katie on the shoulder and said "So are you ready to do the same for me now?"

"I think so. I want to try, but I've never done this before so you'll have to bear with me."

"I think you'll do just fine." Anne said with a warm grin.

As Katie sat up she saw the large wet spot on the bed and said "Oh shit, I'm so sorry about the mess. I've never done that before."

"Don't worry about it girl. I thought it was the most erotic thing I've ever seen."

It was hard for Katie to understand her sudden attraction to Anne, but she felt so comfortable with this woman whom she had just met, this woman young enough to be her daughter. Looking into blue eyes, Katie felt as if she could fall in love with her. She rolled onto her side and slid her leg over Anne's legs and her hand up inside her blouse. She immediately noticed how smooth and soft her skin was.

Katie slid her hand up until she felt the swell of Anne's breast under her bra. "Let's take your top off." She said and moved so Anne could sit up and pull her top off. Then Anne turned her back on Katie so she could unlatch her bra. Now topless, Anne laid back on the bed so Katie could explore her breasts.

And what beautiful breasts they were. Katie loved how perky they were, the nipples tilted slightly upward. She cupped first one then the other, lightly pinching each nipple until they both stood erect. All the while Anne had a bemused smile on her face as she watched the older woman becoming almost entranced staring at her breasts. 

"Why don't you try sucking them." Anne whispered.

Katie nodded slowly, then leaned in and took Anne's left nipple into her mouth. She gently flicked her tongue around the little nub, getting a gasp from her young lover. Taking that as a good sign, Katie sucked the other nipple also, this time hearing a 'mmm' sound from Anne. Now she wanted more. The nipples were fun to suck on, but she wanted to try pussy.

Getting up on her knees, Katie unzipped Anne's skirt and helped her tug it down. She giggled at Anne's underwear, a frilly black mesh thong, then helped her to remove that also. Finally she got her first good look at the girl's pussy.

Anne kept her bush shaved and Katie thought that it looked incredibly hot like that. She was surprised at how ready she was to lick pussy for the first time, something that she never, ever thought she would want to do. Moving in close, she smelled the intoxicating smell of Anne's sex and her mouth watered in anticipation. Just as she was getting ready to taste the moist folds of the young woman's vagina, she had a moment of guilt, and her inner dialog started saying 'what the hell are you doing here?'. She froze, scared to move one way or the other. 

For a few moments, Anne just laid there waiting for Katie to start licking, but when the moment dragged out, she sat up and said "Is something wrong hon?"

Katie wasn't sure why all of a sudden she felt like she did, when just moments ago she was ready to dive in. Apparently after her orgasm, her mind became clear and she realized that she should not be doing this. "I... I shouldn't be here... This is not me, I'm not...I'm sorry Anne, but I should leave." She felt tears come to her eyes all at once and she started to move to get up.

Anne quickly reached out and grabbed Katie's arm and said "Wait, you at least owe me an explanation. I thought we had something here."

Wiping the tears from her eyes Katie said "I'm so sorry Anne. I just...I don't think I can do this."

Instead of being angry, Anne sat up and embraced Katie, holding the sobbing woman tightly until she had calmed down. Then she pulled back and said "It's okay if you can't continue, but I really think that you should try. What is the worst that can happen? You think my pussy tastes disgusting maybe."

This brought a giggle from Katie and then a laugh, and in moment they were both laughing hard, so hard that fresh tears flowed from Katie's eyes as the stress she had pent up was released again. Finally they both settled down and Anne said "So...are you going to lick me, or do I have to take matters into my own hands and masturbate?"

Sighing deeply, Katie looked at Anne and nearly burst into another bout of uncontrolled laughter. Instead, she said "Okay, I'll try it."

This time, as Anne began to lie back, she wrapped her legs around Katie's neck, and slowly pulled her forward. Katie didn't attempt to pull away this time, instead, she went for it, sliding her nose into the younger woman's soft folds and driving her tongue into it's syrupy depths. She decided right away that she loved the taste, and from that moment on, she had one task in mind, to make Anne cum. 

For the next seven minutes, Katie licked and flicked and fingered Anne's sopping wet pussy, trying to duplicate what the younger woman did to her. Finally her efforts paid off when Anne began to cum. She didn't actually spray like Katie did, but there was a lot of white milky liquid seeping out and when she came, she bucked hard and screamed.

Afterward, the two woman laid together on the bed and Anne asked "So, how was it?".

"I still can't believe I did it, but it was fantastic." She turned toward Anne and said "Do you think that we can meet up again sometime? I mean, I never thought I would be interested in women, but there is something about you that...I don't know, I guess I like you."

Anne smiled and said "Well, I like you too, and I would love to get together with you again. In fact, I'd love to take you out to dinner tonight if you don't have any other plans."

It sounded like a great way to spend the evening to Katie. "That sounds wonderful, I'd be honored to go out with you."

"Great, would you like to take a shower here, or do you want to go home for that?"

"Uhm, I'll probably just wait, because I want to get some different clothes first."

"Okay, well I'm going to jump in now. If you want to wait for me, I'll go with you to your place after and wait for you to shower, then we can decide where to go eat." Anne said.

Looking at the clock on the wall, Katie saw that it was still plenty early, so she said "Okay, but don't take too long."

"I won't" Anne said and headed into the bathroom. Soon the water was running and the door was shut. Katie got off the bed and decided to take a look around the place. There was a robe hanging from a hook so she tried it on and checked herself out in the full length mirror. It was shorter than what she was usually comfortable wearing, but things had changed over the last hour or so. 

Katie wandered out into the kitchen thinking she could use a cold drink, and upon looking in the fridge, she found a jug of what turned out to be iced tea. She opened a few cupboards until she found glasses and poured herself a half glass of tea, then had a seat at the table. There was some mail on the table and she glanced at the name on one envelope and gasped. The envelope was addressed to Beth Anne Ripley. The name of the woman that her husband Derek had been fucking was Beth Ripley.

The color drained from Katie's face as she suddenly felt like she had been punched in the gut. It had to be the same girl, there was too many coincidences. They were both 21, they both had the same first and last name, they both lived in town, and now Katie remembered where she had smelled the perfume Anne had been wearing, it had lingered on her husband. They had to be one and the same. 

Katie got to her feet on unsteady legs. Her legs were always wobbly after a great orgasm, and now the revelation that she had just slept with the same woman that her husband had been cheating on her with, made her even more unsteady. She made her way back to the bedroom and quickly scooped up all her clothes. The shower was still running, as she dressed herself, her mind a confused jumble the whole time.

She wondered if Derek had put Anne (or Beth) up to it. She could almost hear him talking the young woman into seducing his wife. For what reason, she didn't know, but she suspected that maybe he was hoping that she would change her mind about divorcing him if she had cheated too. Or maybe it was a malicious attempt to discredit her in front of the judge at the divorce trial. He could say 'Yes your honor, I did cheat on my wife, but she also cheated on me.'. That would level the playing field and hurt her chances of getting what she wanted.

Once Katie was dressed, she sat on the end of the bed as Anne finished her shower and shut the water off. A few minutes later, the beauty walked out of the bathroom with a towel loosely wrapped around her naked body and smiled at Katie. "I'm glad you didn't sneak out on me." She said as she went to her dresser and retrieved a pair of panties. 

"Did Derek put you up to this Beth?" Katie asked trying keep her voice steady.

Beth froze with her back to Katie then slowly lowered her head. She took a deep breath before turning around to face the music. "I haven't talked to Derek in weeks. I've blocked his number from my phone because he kept calling." There was a long pause as Katie digested the information, then Beth asked "How did you find out?"

Holding up the piece of mail Katie said "I went to the kitchen to get a drink and saw this. I recognized the name. It was smart of you to use your middle name with me." She said with a smirk.

Beth took two steps toward the bed and Katie held up her hand "Stop!" she said "Don't come near me. I just want to know why before I leave. You owe me that."

Nodding, Beth said "You're right, I owe you an explanation, and I'm going to give you one. I met Derek at the restaurant I worked for. I was on the waitstaff and he was one of my regulars. He flirted with me for months, and I thought he was cute, but I also saw the ring on his finger. One day he told me that he was going on a business trip over the weekend and asked me to go with him."

Katie cringed and shook her head, remembering the business trips he kept volunteering for at work. He had told her that it was easy money and gave him a chance to unwind, but she had wondered why he seemed to want to take more and more trips.

Beth continued "At first, I laughed at him, thinking that he was bullshitting me, but he insisted he was serious. I remember saying to him 'why don't you take your wife?' and he said 'my wife left me about a month ago. I think she wants a divorce.' he said that you were having an affair and had moved in with your boyfriend. I didn't agree to go with him right away because I had other plans that weekend with my friend, but later that day my friend called and said that something had come up and she couldn't make it. The next day when Derek showed up for breakfast, I asked him if the offer was still open."

"Derek was such a gentleman that first weekend - opening doors, pulling out my chairs - he was so nice, and he never even tried to take advantage of me either. He paid for me to have my own room even. I asked him at dinner one night why he invited me, and he said that he just wanted the company of a beautiful woman. I was smitten with him after that, thinking that he was a dream come true, and when he invited me on another trip, I didn't hesitate to agree, even told him that he only needed to get one room this time."

"We started sleeping together that weekend, and I thought I was in love with him. He told me that he was going through divorce proceedings. He told me that he wanted me to move in with him after the divorce was final. He told me plenty of lies. We were together for nearly six months, but toward the end he changed. I was starting to question why he was still married, and why he never took me to his house, and his explanations had me thinking that he was lying. So, I started to do some detective work. I followed him home one day, and I saw you for the first time. I realized then that he had been lying to me all along. I broke it off with him the next day."

"I found out a week later that he had been kicked out of his house because you had found out about us. It just killed me to think that I was responsible for that. I wanted to go to you and beg your forgiveness. I never wanted to break up a marriage. I felt so dirty and...just miserable for being so stupid and gullible. I just wanted it to be real. I wanted it so bad that I was overlooking the obvious."

Katie had tears in her eyes as she listened to the story from Beth. "Why did you seduce me in the bar? Why not just tell me the truth from the start?"

"Would you have listened to me if I had introduced myself and said 'I'm the one who has been fucking your husband.'?"

Katie pursed her lips and shook her head 'no'. "I probably would have told you to get the fuck out of my face." She said.

"I really wanted to hate you when I started talking to you. I thought it would be easier if you were a bitch to me. But then you were so nice, and you looked so depressed. I knew it was my fault, and I wanted to do something to make you feel better, to help you through this. Katie, I'm so so sorry." Tears fell from both of Beth's eyes "I was going to tell you, I swear I was going to tell you. Can you ever forgive me?"

It was a lot of information for Katie to process, but she could see the heartache in Beth's eyes. She sat quietly for several seconds, staring at the floor and thinking about everything she had heard. Finally, she looked up at Beth and said "I'll forgive you on two conditions. If you promise to never go back to Derek, and if you promise to give me many more orgasms like the one you gave me earlier."

Beth's face broke into a big wet, tear filled grin, and she nodded and rushed to the bed. Katie stood up and the two women hugged and sobbed and laughed together. It would prove to be the beginning of a long and passionate relationship.



A Chance Meeting



"That's just great!" Nora said aloud as she slammed the door on the old Chevy farm truck. Steam was pouring out from under the hood. She looked up and down the road. Realizing she was on the loneliest stretch of road in the county. The only houses within 10 miles were the neighboring ranch houses. Each one isolated by hundreds of acres. She pulled her cell phone from her back pocket, no signal. "Figures," she thought to herself, "I would end up in the one place where the cell towers haven't been fixed after the last storm."

Chase looked up from repairing a section of barbed wire fence. "Luckily the cattle haven't found this downed section yet." He muttered aloud. Standing up straight, he stretched. His back sore from being stooped over stringing the fence strands. He glanced quickly at his watch, 11:45. Just enough time to get back to the ranch house for lunch. Gathering his tools, he loaded them in the truck. Climbing into the cab of the pickup, he set off for home. Wondering what his sisters had planned for the day.

Chase had only recently returned home after working on a large cattle ranch in Montana. He had spent the time away from home learning the ins and outs of a working cattle ranch first hand. He and his two sisters continued to run the ranch together after the death of their parents a few months earlier. 

As he pulled in the drive, he realized just how much he had missed his family and the comfort of home. Knocking the dirt from his boots, a huge smile spread across his face. He could hear his sister's playful banter coming through the screen door.

Lunch passed quickly with the table talk revolving around The Rocking R Ranch. Their Closest neighbor, The Rocking R had been owned and operated by Herbert Rowe and his wife Mildred. Herbert had recently passed away leaving the horse ranch to his granddaughter Nora Hunt. 

For many years, Herbert had raised the finest Quarter Horses in the county. His horses had competed in numerous events, both in hand and ridden. Winning multiple championship ribbons and prize money at the local and national level. Many a youth had competed on his horses and done well. The ranch was currently home to around 100 head of quality horses today. They consisted of show animals and the breeding stock, mares and stallions. 

The family continued to speculate about Nora. What did she look like? How could she drop everything and take over such a large operation? Would she continue to operate the ranch, or have a huge sale and disperse the whole thing?

As the meal wound down, Chase's older sister Carol asked if he would mind running into town for some supplies. "Make me a list." He replied. List in hand, he headed into town. As he drove, he surveyed the damage from last week's storms. Large trees had been blown over, roofs had been stripped from out buildings. The local news station had called it straight line winds. The damage was still very obvious along this road. His thoughts wandered back to Nora Hunt. What did she look like? Was she the stuck up city slicker type? No, that just didn't fit. Herbert never would have trusted his prized animals to someone who didn't love them the way he did, blood relation or not.

Chase travelled along the empty country road, lost in thought. Topping a hill he spotted Herbert's old Chevy truck with the hood up, parked at the edge of the two-lane blacktop, just at the bottom of the hill. Slowing down, he realized that there was someone sitting in the front seat. He parked behind the battered Chevy and walked up to see if he could help.

Nora heard the truck coming before it topped the hill. She felt a little uncomfortable, not knowing anyone in this area. That changed as she saw the man step from his truck. She watched him in the side mirror, analyzing him from head to toe. His tight fitting, dusty jeans looked like a second skin even from 20 feet away. His long sleeves rolled to the elbow, shirt slightly open at the neck, revealed a smooth expanse of darkly tanned skin. His eyes were hidden by sunglasses. His hair was dark, not quite brown, not quite black and cut short. She wanted to run her hands through it. "Wow, where did that come from?" she asked herself.

"Need some help?"

"Sure do, seems like I busted a radiator hose." Nora replied.

"Let's take a look." He said. "By the way, I'm Chase Hardin, from the Lazy H cattle ranch. You wouldn't happen to be Herbert's granddaughter would you?"

"One and the same," she replied. "I'm Nora."

Nora stepped from the truck, her dusty boots crunched on the country road. Chase hastily stuck his head under the hood, suddenly very aware of the young woman standing beside him. She leaned under the hood, peering at the busted radiator hose. Her shirt sleeve brushed his bare forearm.

"Come on" Chase mumbled, "I'll give you a lift into town." Chase watched as Nora opened the driver's door and leaned forward across the truck seat. He noted how her tight, worn jeans hugged her shapely hips. Grabbing her keys and purse from the seat of the old truck, she turned and her gaze met his. His face turned slightly red as he realized she had caught him openly staring at her. Thank goodness he had sunglasses on to mask the hungry look in his eyes.

Opening the passenger door on his truck for her, he was able to scan the rest of her. Her tank top dipped low over her breasts, showing a hint of cleavage. Her plaid shirt tied at the waist just accentuated her curvy figure even more. Gods he wanted her. Closing the door he walked around the front of the truck. Climbing in, he settled behind the wheel.

Nora spoke first. "Thanks for the lift, I was beginning to think I was going to have to walk to town."

"No problem, where you headed?" He asked

"I was going to run some errands in town, place a feed order and pick up some groceries." She said.

"Today is your lucky day, I was headed to the same places." He waved his sister's shopping list in her direction to prove he had to do the same. "Let's run by the parts store first and get that hose and some antifreeze to get you back on the road."

She agreed. "You really don't have to take me all over town. I can come in later after the truck is fixed."

"No, it's no trouble. Carol sent me to get some supplies. She would skin me alive if I didn't come back with everything on her list."

"Well, in that case. We better get started on that list." Nora said, matter of factly.

Chase couldn't think of a better way to spend the day than with this beautiful woman. Wrapping up their errands they headed back to make the repairs on the truck. Chase was able to fix it in no time. Before parting ways, he had invited Nora to dinner at the ranch. She gladly accepted, promising to be there at 7:00 pm.

The rest of the day passed quickly for Nora. She couldn't quit thinking of him. She remembered the way he confidently walked up to the truck and how it felt to stand beside him as he made the repairs.

Nora found her thoughts wandering again as she showered. She kept imagining his hands on her body while she soaped herself. The hot spray pelting her back. Her body heated, she let her hands wander, slowly circling first one nipple and then the other. Her hands cupped each full breast while her thumbs rubbed her nipples to their full hardness. Her eyes closed, lips slightly parted and head tipped back, she allowed her hands to roam over her body. Her right hand rubbed across her stomach and then continued lower. Her heated womanhood already slick with her juices. She felt the sensations build. Her skin was flush with passion, her fingers found her clit and slowly deliberately began stroking the most sensitive part of her. As the sensations built, she slid first one finger and then another into her hot wet pussy. She started slowly, moaning softly, gradually increasing the tempo. Her thumb brushed against her clit with every inward thrust. Faster and faster she stroked herself. Rapidly bringing herself to a body clenching climax. She stayed under the shower spray, forehead pressed against the wall, water streaming down her back, her breath coming quickly. "Wow," she exclaimed aloud. "It's been a while since I've enjoyed a shower like that."

Stepping from the shower, she toweled herself dry. The soft terry cloth towel rubbed across her nipples bringing new sensations to her still heated skin as she continued to think of him. She slipped into pale pink lace underwear. Sliding on a pair of khaki pants and an olive green light weight sweater, she opted to pass on her bra. They always made her feel so constricted and trapped. She loved the feel of the soft fabric sliding over her bare nipples. Completing the look with a chocolate belt and matching boots. She headed to the Lazy H. Opting to drive her little SUV instead of the old truck that had left her stranded earlier today.

Chase saw the trail of dust that signaled a car coming up the rocky drive. His younger sister Cathy announced Nora's arrival through the screen door. Chase walked across the porch to greet her, followed by the black and white farm dog. The dog happily barked a greeting.

As Nora stepped from her car, she noticed a smile forming on Chase's face. She returned the look, remembering the shower she had just taken. She couldn't help but think that he might be as attracted to her as she was to him.

Dinner was relaxed and comfortable. The conversation came easily between the four of them. As the evening wound down, Nora and Chase walked out onto the porch together. Nora leaned against the porch rail, watching him cross to where she stood. Stopping beside her, he leaned in and said "I've been waiting all night for this." His lips soft and yet firm at the same time, sealed over hers, bringing warm sensations to her entire body. Her lips parted, she wanted so much more from him. The kiss was brief, but thorough. Leaving no doubt as to the attraction Chase felt for her. "I hope you don't mind." He said as he stepped back from her.

"Not at all" she replied, her voice shaking slightly. "I was hoping you would do that."

Chase laughed softly. "What else were you hoping for?"

"Well, since we just met, I think I'd rather not say until later."

"Fair enough." Chase wanted this woman more than any other. His body responded to her nearness without even touching her. Something was very different about her. 

They walked to her car, Chase close beside her. Their hands brushed against each other. Nora felt small electrical shocks where their hands met. Her eyes widened and she stopped suddenly, turning to look at Chase. The sensations were intense. She reached out her hand and touched his fingers. Lifting his hand she stared at it as if it were a rare creature never before seen. She pressed her palm to his, her heart beating faster and faster. Her breath ragged. Just the thought of his hands on her bare skin had her thoughts racing. She stepped forward and standing on her tip toes, kissed him, her hand still holding his, her fingers laced between his. 

Chase was taken slightly off guard by her sudden move. He willingly deepened the kiss wrapping his free arm around her slender waist. Tasting, dueling, and savoring every thrust of her tongue. Enjoying the way her soft, full lips felt pressed against his. Their breathing coming rapidly, they breathed each other in. She bit his lower lip lightly, gently sucking on it as she pulled away. Leaning against him she struggled to catch her breath. Her body trembling from the intensity of the kiss she had just initiated. Her hand still locked in his, her free hand pressed against his chest. His shirt clenched in her fist. Nora took a step back and looked up into his face. "I...I'm sorry" she stammered. "I don't usually do things like that."

Chase looked down into her blue eyes, noting the way they sparkled with desire. He leaned down and without saying a word, answered her with another kiss. This time, he kissed her deeply. Slowly twisting and twining his tongue with hers. His hands sliding under her sweater, he groaned at the feel of her soft skin under his palms. The raw sensations overwhelmed his senses. He wanted more, so much more. His cock was already rock hard as he pressed against her body. "Damn!" Chase drew back from her. Realizing they were still standing in the front yard of the farm house. His sisters were likely spying on them through the window. The porch light bathed them in its yellow glow, highlighting Nora's face and glinting off her bright blue eyes. Neither spoke for a moment. Their breathing began gradually slowing to normal. Nora stepped back slightly, looking up into his face. Unsure of what had just happened between them. Only certain that she wanted far more than a kiss from this man she had only met this morning. "I really should be getting back to the ranch," she finally managed to say.

He reluctantly pulled back from her. Their hands still entwined. "You probably should be going, before I take you upstairs and we give my sisters an earful." He laughed lightly at that thought.

Nora opened the car door. Standing with her back to her car, trapped between the door and his warm body. She stood on her tip toes and gave him one last kiss. Slow and sensual, a reminder of what she wanted and what they had just shared. She eased herself away from him. Sliding her way down his body as she did. She could feel his cock through their jeans, hard and straining at his clothes begging to be released. She had to leave before she did something stupid. She really wanted to be in his arms at this moment. Instead, she reached into her purse and retrieved a business card. Handing it to Chase, she asked him to call her sometime. Hoping he wouldn't wait too long. Chase promised her he would call soon. With that, she headed back to her ranch. Thinking about what had just happened, her body tingled as she recalled the way his hands felt on her skin and the taste of his mouth and lips against hers.

Chase had watched Nora's car as she left the ranch. God that woman heated his blood! He wanted her, badly. He walked back into the house and his sisters began to tease him about making out with their dinner guest on the front lawn. Chase took it all in stride, knowing they meant well. 

He went upstairs, lost in thoughts of Nora. He couldn't help but recall how she had held his hand and stared at his palm. How she reveled at the feel of her hand against his. His cock began to stir at the thoughts of her kissing him. He grew harder with every thought. Chase walked into the bath room, he rubbed his cock through the stiff denim of his jeans. Imagining what her hands would feel like as she stroked him. His cock was standing erect, straining to be released from the uncomfortable restraints of his clothing. He pulled his shirt off first. Looking in the mirror, he saw his sun darkened skin, his muscles hardened from the physical labor of running a cattle ranch. He liked what he saw, not in a conceited way, but in a self-assured confidant way. Turning from the mirror, he started the shower. Removing his jeans, he stepped into the shower, his cock jutting upwards, fully erect. As he showered, he couldn't help but remember how good her body had felt pressed against his. How she had tasted as he kissed her full lips, how she had responded to every stroke of his tongue with more urgency and need. Stroking himself, he ran his thumb over his swollen head, causing his breath to come quickly. One hand gripped the base of his shaft, lightly squeezing as he slid his hand upwards toward his head and back down again. Groaning softly at the sensations this brought, he continued to rapidly stroke his shaft with one hand as he rubbed his fingers over his head with the other. The sensations clouded his brain, swirling through his body. He continued to pump his rigid cock with one hand, putting his other hand against the wall to steady himself. He could feel his legs getting weaker as the sensations rushed through him. His balls ached with the impending release, drawing up tighter against his body. He could feel the orgasm building. He felt his head swelling under his hand, could feel his balls tighten as he began to cum. He continued to gulp air as he pumped his cock. With a forceful moan, he came, his seed flowing from him in short bursts. He pumped himself a few more strokes until the pulsing sensation slowed, until there wasn't a drop of cum left in him. He backed under the cooling spray of the shower and let the water rush over his heated skin. "God that was amazing." He thought to himself. He couldn't wait to fuck this woman for real. 

Undressing for bed, she stripped her panties off. Her hands brushed against her heated skin. Her pussy was still soaking wet from the make out session she had just experienced. She climbed onto the king sized bed, her body still too heated to slide under the covers. Her fingers traced her mouth. Recalling the way his mouth felt on hers. Her hands slid down her body, her skin super sensitive, aware of every touch. She ran her hands across her hips and over her stomach, slowly reaching lower towards her warm, slick pussy. She brushed her fingers lightly over her closely shaved mound to her soft folds. She dipped one finger inside herself. "Oh god," she thought," I am so wet!" Removing her finger from the depths of her heated pussy, she brought it to her mouth and sucked her juices from it. God she loved the way she tasted! The flavor of herself turned her on so much, salty and slightly sweet at the same time. A taste like no other she had ever experienced. Her hand went rapidly back to her heated pussy and began playing with her clit. Softly as first, she stroked her sensitive little bud bringing sensations to her very core. Gradually she increased the intensity and the speed. She felt the climax building inside her. She rubbed her clit, vigorously, her breathing ragged. While she continued to stroke her most sensitive spot, she reached into the drawer of the nightstand with her free hand and fumbled around for her favorite toy. She grabbed the magic rabbit and pulled it from its hiding place. Turning it on with one hand, she rubbed her tits with it while massaging her clit with the other hand. She slid the toy down her stomach, bringing it closer to her hard swollen clit. Her body ached for release. Her head was thrown back on the pillows. She arched her back as she touched the pulsating, vibrating toy to her throbbing woman hood. Unable to hold back, she slid the toy deep inside her hot pussy. Nora moaned aloud at the exquisite feelings it brought forth. Her body shuddered as a small orgasm took hold of her. She arched her back even more, bringing her knees together trapping the rabbit toy deep inside her, intensifying the feel of it as it throbbed inside her. The rabbit ears teasing her clit making her squirm against it, she moved the toy in and out of her wet pussy . Unable to hold back any longer, her body convulsed, causing her hips to come up off the bed. Pushing the vibrator deep inside once more, she felt herself clench tightly around the shaft of her favorite toy. Her velvety walls quivered around the vibrator, her juices running hot and slick, creating a small pool beneath her ass on the bed sheets. Her orgasm had hit her hard, making her whole body clench and unclench as she felt wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her. She kept the vibrator in place as she rode out the sensations she had allowed to take over.She shuddered as the final waves washed over her body, spent, her breathing coming in short gulps. She lay across the bed sated and sweaty, her body beginning to cool. She started to shiver slightly, drawing the covers over her body, she drifted off to sleep.

The next day, Nora busied herself working in the barn. Getting the foaling stall set up for Star. The chestnut mare had been her grandfather's favorite and she was rapidly becoming a favorite of Nora's as well. She had been bred to Samson, one of her grandfather's top money earning stallions. Nora was anxious to see what the foal would look like, she had high hopes for this baby.




A Chance Meeting



Her thoughts drifted back to Chase Hardin and the previous evening. She hoped he would call her soon. She couldn't quit thinking of him. She was having a hard time focusing on the tasks at hand. Lucky for her it didn't take a lot of concentration to muck out a stall.

Chase was having a difficult time that day too. His thoughts wandered back to the first kiss on the porch, her back against the railing. He didn't even remember checking the fences in the lower pastures, he was so distracted by thoughts of her. He pulled her card from his wallet, he started to call her. Unsure of her reaction, he put the card up. He'd call her when he stopped for lunch. 

Chase dialed her cell number. He heard her answer and almost couldn't say hello. He managed to get the word out, but it sounded odd, strained. Nora replied "Hi, I was hoping you'd call, I didn't have your number." What she was really focused on was how good his voice sounded in her ear. She was instantly reminded of the evening they had shared. They talked idly about nothing in particular. Nora finally cut in "I was wondering if you would like to have dinner at my place tomorrow night?" 

Chase didn't want to seem too eager, "Yeah, tomorrow should work out fine. Can I bring anything?" 

"Sure, bring your favorite beverage. Be there at 8:00 sharp!"

"Yes ma'am you have a deal, but you're awfully pushy."

She laughed lightly, "guess I am, sorry, just don't forget the drinks."

They said their goodbyes and hung up, each continuing to think of the other long after their brief conversation had ended.

At 8 o'clock sharp, Chase was crossing the porch to Nora's ranch house. Herbert had built this sturdy home many years earlier. It was a long low brick house, resembling the western style ranch houses. A stark contrast to the two-story Victorian style home that Chase lived in. He was about to knock when he heard her call from the kitchen "Come on in." Chase did, removing his hat and laying on the entry table as he crossed into the kitchen. It smelled wonderful, a mix of rosemary and lemon teased at his senses. "Wow, something smells really good, what's for dinner?" 

Nora smiled, thinking to herself, "Its desert I'm more interested in." To him she responded, " rosemary chicken, green beans in garlic wine sauce and whipped mashed potatoes. I hope you like it."

"No worries there, if it tastes half as good as it smells I will be a happy man." He answered with a grin. "I hope you like the wine, it's a Moscato from one of the local wineries."

"Sounds interesting, the glasses are on the far counter , make yourself at home." She replied.

Just then her breath caught in her throat, causing her to look down quickly. She could feel her face turning slightly red. She could not stop thinking of skipping dinner and going straight to her bed. 

Chase pretended he didn't notice her silence and red face. He was pretty sure they were thinking similar thoughts. He poured two glasses of the sweet white wine and took one to Nora. Asking if he could help with anything, and she put him to work setting the table. 

The dinner was incredible. They ate seated side by side at the large table that looked over the mare pasture. Chase turned his chair slightly so he could watch her more clearly, all the while pretending to be watching the horses as they grazed calmly in the pasture. They talked easily of the ranch he had worked at in Montana, and his family. He listened closely when she told of her studies in equine sciences and the dreams she'd had as a young girl of running this ranch with her grandfather. 

She shifted her chair slightly, moving closer to him. He reached out and took her hand in his, bringing it to his chest, he drew her in. She looked up at him with eyes that spoke volumes. She wanted him as bad as he wanted her. He could see that now. He leaned in to kiss her, taking his time. He could still taste the flavors of rosemary and wine on her lips. Chase stood, bringing her with him as he did. He continued to kiss her, as hungry for her as she was for him. Her arms instinctively went around his neck, pulling him tight against her body. Her breasts pressed against his chest, both of them panting with need. She could feel his cock as it grew harder against her stomach. She wanted him bad! She wanted to feel his skin against hers. She pulled back, leaning her forehead against his chest, waiting for her breathing to even out so she could speak. Chase too was struggling to breathe normally. 

She stepped back and took him by the hand, drawing him with her. She led him through the dining room and living room, into the hallway that led to the master bedroom. She led him straight to the king sized bed, neither holding back their desires. She paused long enough to kick her shoes off at the foot of the bed, before turning and beginning to unbutton his shirt. Nora reached her hands out and lightly touched his ribs. Her delicate touch caused him to suck in a sharp breath. Rubbing her open palms against his ribs, she pushed her hands around him towards his back, reveling in the way his skin felt under her touch. Kissing him feverishly, she brought her hands up to his shoulder blades and back down his ribs again. Bringing her hand up the front of his chest, she lightly brushed them across his nipples. They were already hard from her slight touch. She ran her hands to the front of his shoulders and pushed his shirt off, her fingers seeming to sear his skin everywhere they caressed. His shirt dropped to the floor and she leaned forward, touching his chest with her lips, tracing the kiss with her tongue immediately afterwards. She nipped lightly at his skin as she crossed his chest, exploring as she went. Her hands traced his ribs and waist as she moved her mouth from one tight nipple to the other. Her hands slid down, to his waistband and began fumbling for the snap on his jeans. She managed to get it undone without too much effort. Sliding her hands under his jeans, she continued to kiss his chest and ribs, slowing moving lower. 

Chase was breathing rapidly, his hands around her waist slid upward under her shirt as she moved lower. As she lowered her self to her knees, he pulled her shirt off over her head, watching the way her light brown hair spilled over her bare shoulders. She kissed him just above the waistband of his underwear, causing him to draw a ragged breath. She slid his jeans from his hips, taking his underwear with them. She could hear his breath coming in short puffs. She kissed her way down first one thigh then the other, her hands wrapped around his thighs, stroking closer and closer to his fully erect cock. Teasing and stroking him with her tongue and her breath. She brought her hands around to the tops of his thighs. Looking up, directly into his eyes, she took his cock in one hand. Her breath caught in her throat, she wanted this as bad as she wanted him inside her. She continued to look into his eyes as she stuck her tongue out and ran it over his swollen head. He closed his eyes his body shuddered slightly, with a low groan. His hands sought her soft hair, pulling her closer to him. She lowered her gaze and breathed lightly over his head, now wet from her tongue. He groaned again, enjoying the teasing tantalizing sensations she was causing. Her free hand slid slowly up his thigh, to come to rest just under his balls. A breath later, she took the head of his cock in her mouth, at the same time, she reached to stroke his balls. "Oh God," he groaned aloud through clenched teeth. It was all he could do not to cum at the first touch of her mouth. She circled his head with her tongue while holding it in her mouth. Slowly drawing back, she ran her tongue across the underside of his head as she pulled away. She looked up at him, he gazed back at her, his eyes dark with passion. She took his cock in her mouth as deeply as she could in one move, still making eye contact. Lowering her gaze she began bobbing her head up and down, one hand wrapped around the base, the other stroking his balls. She moaned softly, the vibrations caused him to tighten his grip on her hair. She gripped his shaft firmly with one hand and ran the tip of her tongue up the underside of his shaft, to the tender skin where his head and shaft joined, pressing slightly harder she rubbed him with her tongue. She continued to move her tongue up and down the most sensitive part of him. Her lips sealed around his shaft, her warm wet mouth felt so welcoming to him. She moaned against his cock which filled her mouth completely, she could hardly breathe. Nora's panties were soaking wet from her efforts, her body hummed with anticipation and need. Chase struggled to keep from cumming in her mouth, he wanted, no needed release, but he had to taste her, now. He managed to grind out one word, "stop!" Roughly he pulled her to stand in front of him, leaning down to kiss her artful mouth. He crushed her to him, the urgency in both of them leading them on. She matched his almost savage kiss, stroke for stroke, breath for breath. He turned her back to the bed and pushed her onto it, following her down to the soft mattress. 

He pressed her onto the bed with his whole body. She loved the feel of his body stretched over hers and his cock against her hip. Chase wanted to plunge into her soft folds, the only thing holding him back now was her jeans. He deftly unbuttoned her jeans with one hand and pushed them over her hips and down her legs. Nora kicked them off when they reached her calves and pulled his naked body against hers. She gasped aloud at the feel of his warm smooth skin against her heated body. He moved his free hand down to her breast, and cupped it in the palm of his hand. Her nipple tightened against his palm, her back arched involuntarily pressing her breast more firmly against his hand. Chase was caught up in how soft and warm and welcoming this woman felt beneath him. Stroking and circling her breast with his fingers, he kissed his way down her neck. Flicking her nipple with his tongue, it hardened even more. He sucked it into his mouth, lightly running his tongue over the tight little bud. Nora moaned in pleasure. Chase moved to her other breast, paying equal attention to it as he did the first. He slowly teasingly kissed his way down her stomach to her hip. Nipping lightly and kissing as he went. He sucked lightly at the crease where her leg and body met, causing her to squirm with need and pleasure. He paused to gaze at her closely shaven pussy, glistening with her juices. He ran his tongue across her clit. Nora responded by lifting her hips to him, gasping softly. He licked her pussy lips from bottom to top, savoring the wetness, and the flavor of her. He groaned lightly against her, causing her to writhe in ecstasy. He drove his tongue deep inside her, thrusting firmly. Nora grabbed a handful of Chase's hair and pulled him against her. He stroked her faster and firmer with just his tongue for a few more strokes, before pausing to suck her swollen clit. Chase rolled his tongue over it, bringing a whole new level of sensation to her. She could hardly breathe, her pussy already slick with her juices became even wetter, she could feel the sensations building in her center. Chase used his fingers to rub her clit, and dipped his tongue deep inside her again. Nora moaned, her hips rising off the bed, she pushed herself closer to his mouth, wanted his tongue deep inside her. He slid one finger inside her, stroking her warm wet velvety walls. She gasped aloud, a whole new onslaught of sensation gripped her. She bucked her hips, unable to keep from responding to his stroking. Chase licked and teased her clit and continued to move his fingers deftly inside her warm greedy pussy. Her juices flowed like a waterfall, running down to cover her tight ass hole. He could feel her begin to quiver, feel her walls tighten on his fingers. Nora was going to cum in his mouth. Chase moved his other hand lower to cover one ass cheek. She moaned again, this time followed by a loud gasp. He moved his hand lower and slid one finger inside her ass hole. She nearly screamed in pleasure and surprise. Her hips moved uncontrollably pressing her wet pussy against his mouth and hands. Her pussy walls flooded his mouth with her essence as she convulsed wildly and came against his mouth. He licked at her flowing juices, drinking them in as she was consumed by wave after wave of her orgasm. He stilled his fingers, letting them rest inside her pussy and ass, waiting for her to come back from her wild ride. 

Chase pulled himself off of her, crawling up the bed, his body directly above hers. She looked between their bodies to admire his engorged fully erect cock, remembering the feel of it in her mouth. She bent one knee, moving her leg to the side to allow him to settle between her legs. One arm snaking around his waist, her other reached between them and guided him into her warm wanting pussy. Her hand still wrapped firmly around his shaft as he pushed into her. She continued to grip him for a couple of strokes, enjoying the feel of his swollen head as it just pushed inside her. She could feel him warm and rigid in her hand, his smooth soft skin sliding over the rigid form below. She began to release his cock, slowly one finger at a time, allowing him to penetrate her wet pussy a little deeper with the release of each one. Until she couldn't resist any longer, removing her hand, he groaned and pulled back the full length of his cock, only to plunge into her again, burying himself fully in her warm velvety wetness. She raised her hips to meet his next stroke, driving him deeper into her as she did. They found a rhythm and rode out their passion with him pounding into the beautiful woman. Just before he was going to cum inside her, Nora pushed on his shoulder and said " I wanna ride you! Roll over." Chase rolled easily, pulling her with him, and managing to keep the warm wetness of her speared on his rock hard cock. Nora drew her legs up beside his hips on the bed, leaning low over his body, she allowed her breasts to graze the smooth skin of his chest. Rocking back, she shifted the angle of her pelvis over him, pushing the head of his cock firmly against her g spot. Leaning further back, Chase reached forward and used his thumb to stroke her clit. Once again the overwhelming need for release tugged at her. Chase spoke aloud, " Cum on me Nora, ride me!" She could not hold back any longer as wave after wave of tremors began to build in her core and grow in intensity as she rode him. Each movement sent delicious fluttering sensations through her entire being. Chase couldn't hold back any longer, the feel of her pussy walls quivering over his shaft made him cum hard. His body convulsed, his hands on her hips allowed him to push deep inside her as he released his sperm. She rode him until his body stopped pumping her full of cum. She leaned forward, resting her head on her shoulder. His cock still inside of her now satisfied pussy, she rested on top of him. As their breathing returned to normal, Chase wrapped his arms around Nora. She moaned lightly and fell asleep in his arms.

She slept deeply for a long time, rested on top of his warm muscular body. Chase had fallen asleep shortly after her, enjoying the feel of her soft body against his and the even sound of her breathing. She shifted on top of him, realizing that she had fallen asleep. She moved, her legs cramping from the awkward position she had slept in. As she tried to pull away from him, he reached out, eyes still closed and pulled her with him as he rolled onto his side. Positioning her body against his. They drifted back to sleep. Each comforted by the presence of the other one.



A Chance Meeting



'Sarah?'

She seemed immediately taken aback by the person saying hello to her. I had no idea why. He was tall and well built, probably a few years older than her, making him possibly in his late twenties. 

'Oh, errr hi Shaun,' she said, her voice was at least 2 octaves higher than I'd ever heard it. The usual confident poise was gone immediately. She sounded younger and somehow smaller. The guy, 'Shaun,' sat down next to her without invitation. We had been sitting opposite each other, as we always did on the train home from work. Sarah was wearing her usual office attire; a black, knee length skirt, stockings and a white shirt that clung well to her small chest. 'So how have you been?' he asked. He must have noticed her discomfort. You could almost taste it in the air. She shifted away from him in her chair, but his demeanour gave her no choice but to answer the question.

'Umm, ok thanks,' her voice quavered on the last syllable.

'It's been a long time,' he said, offering no acknowledgement to me, her boyfriend, sitting directly opposite. 'I haven't seen you since. . .' he trailed off deliberately. His eyes were fixed on her, as though he were drinking her in, or picturing her in some other setting. 'So aren't you going to ask how I am, Sarah?'

She looked up. I was starting to get worried. She was obviously distressed by his presence, but my confident, outspoken girlfriend would normally tell the guy where to go if she wasn't happy. 'How are you Shaun?' she asked in a flat, monosyllabic tone. She had turned herself towards him now, obvious accepting that he wasn't going anywhere. Who was this guy?

'I'm great Sarah! You're looking pretty good yourself. Let's get a look at you.' he said, brushing her hair away from her face. I couldn't believe the way he was talking to my girlfriend, with me sitting right there. I felt powerless to do anything about it though, as though a strange paralysis had come over me and all I could do was watch the events unfold in front of me. 'You look just as good as the last time I saw you. You do remember that, don't you Sarah?' he said with a smirk. 

Her eyes flashed with anger. 'Yes I remember!' she spat. 'I can't believe you're smiling about it. How dare you bring that up?' 

'Hey, calm down gorgeous.' He said, putting a hand on her shoulder. 'I'm just reminiscing, it's a good memory. Don't tell me you don't think about it. I know that you do.'

'Shaun you raped me!' she rasped. 

The bottom dropped out of my stomach.

When I first met Sarah it was months before she was comfortable enough to allow me to get close to her physically. She explained once we had been together a while, that she had been sexually assaulted as a teenager, that it had made her nervous around men and that she had never gotten over it. We'd never spoken about it in much detail, but I tried to be understanding and was always gentle in bed with her. She also told me that she had never had an orgasm because of the experience, and that this was common for rape victims. I tried constantly through our three year relationship to make her come, however she would always stop me when the sensation became too much for her, never letting herself reach climax. I couldn't believe that she would sit and talk civilly with the source of her torment.

'Oh Sarah,' he grinned at her and moved the hand on her shoulder, gently stroking the cotton covered flesh. 'Rape is such a strong word. The way I remember it, we had both had a little to drink, we were young and we got a little bit carried away with ourselves. Doesn't that sound right to you?'

'No Shaun!' she said, her voice rising slightly, although not enough for other train passengers to hear 'You held me down, I asked you to stop and you wouldn't.' She was getting braver now, finding her voice again. She had just been shocked to see the guy again.

'Hmm and what happened after that Sarah?' he asked, that maddeningly smug grin still on his lips.

'I. . .I'

'Because I remember quite clearly,' his hand had slipped off her shoulder, and was now stroking her upper arm in a way that I wasn't happy about at all. Still though, I was paralysed. 'You certainly weren't asking me to stop a few minutes later, were you gorgeous?' Sarah couldn't speak. Couldn't respond. Her shining eyes flitted to mine for a split second, then down, then back to his. 'Quite the opposite in fact!' He didn't elaborate, but again his hand slipped down her body, resting on her knee. 

Surely she would swipe the hand away? She would tell him that he was speaking nonsense, and she would ask me to come and sit somewhere else with her? She didn't move from her seat though. Placing his hand on her stocking-clad knee seemed to have broken what little resistance my girlfriend was offering. She opened her legs as his hand stroked up and down, stopping around mid thigh then tracing back down. She shuddered.

'There's a good girl,' he chided. 'I remember exactly how responsive you were last time I touched you too. It's like you just can't help yourself.'

'No, please,' Sarah moaned, her voice barely audible, and not very convincing. 

'You see,' he said in a lecturing tone 'I found this last time we were together, my hot little Sarah. Your words say one thing, but your body is telling a totally different story. Look at your little nipples standing up. I was never really a fan of flat-chested little girls like you, but those things are just begging to be touched. I'll bet you're picturing me holding you down, penetrating you and fucking your brains out aren't you Sarah? I bet you're soaking wet just listening to my voice.' He was talking in a hushed tone directly into her ear now, hand stroking roughly up and down the inside of her thigh. My beautiful, petite girlfriend was breathing raggedly and visibly shaking. Tears were in her eyes yet she showed absolutely no sign of resisting him. In fact her legs had been spreading further and further apart as he spoke. 'No answer? Let's let your body do the talking for us shall we?' The hand slipped under her skirt, and his eyes lit up immediately. I knew what he had found. He brought his hand up in front of her face, two fingers visibly glistening. 'What's this Sarah?' he asked 'Why is this all over my hand? All over your little pussy, even through your underwear?' Sarah let out a little sob, but said nothing. The tears that had been welling in her eyes were now streaming down her face. 

'Answer me Sarah. Why is your hot little pussy getting wet for me?'

'Buh-buh because. . .' she choked out between her sobs and her ragged, aroused breathing

'Buh-buh because you're a little slut, isn't that right? You loved me taking you last time, and you would love it again right now wouldn't you? Your beautiful little body is telling me everything I need to know Sarah. You're practically doing the splits to let my hand higher, you're breathing like you've just run a marathon, and most importantly,' he said, sliding his hand underneath her black skirt again, but keeping it there this time, 'your little cunt is soaked and wide open for me.' 

He turned his body further towards her and brought his other hand up into her long, chestnut coloured hair. He grabbed a handful of it and yanked her neck back as he began to move the hand between her legs.

Sarah let out a guttural moan, the likes of which I had never heard her make before. He kept up the stream of filth in her ear. 'Yeah, you made noises just like that last time I saw you. Last time I had my cock deep in this wet little hole, don't you remember?'

'Yes,'

'You loved that didn't you Sarah? You loved having me deep inside you.'

'Uhh, yes,' Her eyes had glazed over completely now, she was barely aware of her surroundings at all. Virtually every breath came out of her as a soft, keening sigh, punctuated by the guttural noises that were so unfamiliar to me. 

'Look me in the eyes and tell me you loved it,' 'I, uhhh, I, uhhhh,' she could barely get the words out. 'I loved your cock inside me. Uhhhhhhhhh,'

Her legs jerked together, spasming around his gyrating hand, holding it in place. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she let out a deep cry of climax. 

'Good girl. You did that last time too, didn't you. Made yourself a little mess. It looks like you've pissed yourself you silly slut,' he said, bringing his hand out and wiping the glistening fluid on her face. 'Come on, up we get. This is my stop.' 

He dragged her up on unsteady legs and she walked away willingly. The last thing I saw, which I can remember to this day, was the wet patch on the front of her skirt, and the clear fluid running down her leg.

They left me sitting alone as they got off the train together.



A Chance Meeting



She didn't go into chat that often anymore, being bored with all the usual talk from all the just average guys she met there. It was always the same old things..."What are you wearing?"..."When was the last time you been fucked?"..."I'm bored and want some fun"..."Wanna help me get off?" All this was so dull...banal...and cliché. They always thought only of their own pleasure and if she got anything out of it she felt lucky. And that rarely happened. She wanted so much more. Sadly she had pretty much given up on ever finding it.

Then she took a chance and all that changed.

It was an early Monday morning and so far all she'd found in chat was the same old thing. She was about to leave when it happened. She got a PM from him. It was clear early on he was nothing like the others she had talked to. He didn't come on strong right off or get downright blunt at first. He asked things about her and her life, and that caught her attention. He didn't say all the things she had become bored and frustrated with. He didn't ask for naked pics or for her to get naked on cam. She found this incredibly fascinating and intriguing. So when he mentioned that he would like to talk to her on the phone she readily agreed.

At first they talked of the things going on in their lives, and a couple of times her daughter commented on the conversation. Unlike the others, he took it in stride and with good humor. This impressed her tremendously. Obviously this guy was different, there being more to him than the same old thing she had become tired of. He didn't get frustrated when she told him she had to be good because of her daughter's presence in the room with her. Instead he told her not to worry and to just listen as he talked.

He began to talk of being under her desk where she did her writing, telling her to rock her hips back and forth slowly and covertly, tightening then relaxing her already wet pussy as she did. He wanted to watch her as she did this, watch her movements, watch as she got wetter and wetter for him. He had a very good imagination and was an intense talker, putting vivid images inside her mind in a way she wasn't used to, that always being left to her to do in previous conversations with others.

"I want to watch you rock your hips and see your pussy get wet," he said softly. "I'm right here under your desk, right in front of you and I can see how wet you're getting and I can feel the heat coming off that beautiful little cunt Angel. Now tighten your pussy... now relax it. Good girl. I'm moving closer, you can feel my breath on it. I can smell your scent and I want to taste you. Come on and push your pussy towards me so I can see more of it...see how wet you are for me. God you're so hot Angel."

His words made her shiver and her pussy began to twitch as she thought of him being so close. In her mind she could see him right there between her legs, and on her thighs she could almost feel his warm breath, making her tremble even more. And he painted such an immensely erotic picture in her head that she could barely keep herself under control and keep her building excitement away from her daughter's notice. He continued talking, pushing and pushing her in a sweet and delicious way towards a desperate need for release. He wasn't demanding or insistent, just leading her gently, making her want to obey. His words, his voice, his seeming knowledge of her needing it...wanting it...craving it...drove her almost to distraction it was so intense. She sat there rocking back and forth, tightening and relaxing the soft female flesh between her legs as he made it feel so real, so good.

This went on for some time, and then finally he suggested that since she was on her cell phone she should take it and go to her room. It was almost like he knew she needed this. Eagerly she did as he wanted, taking her phone to her bedroom and closing the door. Once there he told her to lie down on her bed and pull her nightgown up to her waist. She readily obeyed, loving the slow burn building in the pit of her stomach that would soon spread to the rest of her until it was an out of control conflagration.

"Take one finger and slowly trace circles around your clit," he said breathlessly. "Just tease it Angel, enjoy the feel of it. Take your time and do it like it's my hard tongue. Are you doing it?"

"Oh yes," she sighed softly, her voice full of unrestrained passion.

"Good girl," he said, his own voice filled with lustful excitement, making her shiver even more. "You're such a good girl Angel."

"Always," she replied, the submissive part of her wanting him to know she would willingly do anything he asked of her. She lay there, gently and slowly playing with her now swollen and hard clit, moaning softly, trying to be quiet so her daughter wouldn't hear her. As he instructed her actions, she followed his instructions to the letter, enjoying it and coming closer and closer to the edge of losing all control. As he spoke she willingly fell over that edge, cumming hard and fast, soaking her hand, making it wet and sticky. After a few moments she lay there, panting, trying to catch her breath. But he wasn't done with her yet. Not by a long shot.

"Now Angel," he said in his incredibly sexy voice that was driving her crazy for him, "take your fingers, you choose how many, and put them inside you...slowly...oh so slowly...imagining it's my hard wet tongue, and fuck yourself with them. Slowly so I can feel every part of you, every inch, every fold of skin, tasting all of you, fucking you with my tongue. Mmmm you taste so good Angel."

She did as he wanted, taking two fingers and pushing them inside her soaked cunt, and pulling them back out again...slowly...deliberately...and in her mind it was his tongue, fucking her, thrusting in and out of her over and over. It didn't take long for her to reach her breaking point again, cumming and shivering all over, trembling and gasping. It was obvious he was paying very close attention to her because when she would come close his voice would become louder, more intense, pushing and pushing her closer and closer to that edge of control, like he could read her thoughts and her movements. His voice dominated her now and in unexpected rapid succession she came again, almost wanting to scream it shook her so hard. Once more she lay there; trembling all over, sweat having broken out on her forehead, limp and drained. And once again, he wasn't done with her.

"And now Angel," he said softly, implacably, as if he had no mercy on her, "take your fingers and grab some of that warm wet cum and drip it down onto your tongue, tasting yourself, as if it's me tasting you...are you doing it? Let me hear you."

She did as he wanted, reaching down between her legs to the warm wetness there, taking her own cum and letting it drip down into her waiting mouth, making sure he could hear her tasting it and swallowing it. She moaned in passionate lust, loving her own taste and wishing he could too.

"Mmmm yes Angel that's right," he breathed. "God you taste so good, so sweet. Now do it again and this time suck it off your fingers like it's me. Let me hear you sucking your cum from them."

She did as he told her, taking more of her own cum, wetting her two fingers with it and sucking it off them like a hungry child, sucking loudly, moaning softly, until there was none left. She was totally taken over by him now and she loved it.

"You're such a good girl Angel," he said approvingly. "Now one more thing. Get your finger wet with your cum and reach down to your asshole and trace around it, getting it wet... did you do it?"

"Yes," she said, her breath almost gone from her now, as she reached down and did as he instructed, taking more of her cum and putting it on and around her asshole. She was so far gone with passion that her legs were shaking uncontrollably, her whole body in total chaos.

"Now tease it...slowly...gently," he told her. "And put your finger inside it...just a little. And slowly move it in and out, fucking your ass Angel. Can you cum this way?"

"Yes," she gasped. She barely had time to answer before she broke yet again, cumming so hard...so fast. She had to bite her bottom lip to keep quiet; she was so out of control now. Her pussy and her upper thighs were soaked with her cum now, the scent of it filling her lungs and the room. She collapsed, limp and exhausted, her arms falling to her sides, unable to hold her legs still she was shaking so bad. She was panting hard, trying to catch her breath, sighing in happy delirium. She had no words, her whole body and mind scattered.

"God you're so hot Angel," he sighed happily. "I love how you sound...how you breathe...how you cum."

"You're amazing," she said breathlessly. "You have quite an effect on me."

"Good I'm so glad I do," he said, laughing softly. "You're so responsive and you listen very well. You're such a good girl Angel."

"Thank you," she said. "But sadly my cell phone is going dead. I should put it on the charger now."

"Ah then do as you must," he said, laughing. "I want to do this again with you Angel. Shall I call you or should I meet you in chat first?"

"Oh no," she answered, "You can just call me...anytime you like."

"Anytime huh?" he replied. "So I will Angel. You have a good day and this was a pleasure. I look forward to more of this with you."

"As do I," she sighed happily. "As do I."

"Good then...goodbye for now Angel," he said.

"Goodbye for now," she answered.

As she hung up the phone she realized he had done things to her body and mind that no one else had. He had shown her an intense pleasure none had ever taken the time to do. She also realized he had asked for nothing in return...it had been all about her. She smiled to herself...and with her thoughts full of this lovely, sexy stranger she went on with her day, looking forward to next time. 



A Chance Meeting



Hi my name is Vicki. Every Friday night I like to go to this club that is right next to the Airport where it is surrounded by hotels filled with people that are here mainly on business trips. I can always find some lonely business man or woman looking for some company and I get to have some fun. So I put on my makeup, a short white dress with spaghetti straps that had a pleated bottom, white stockings and heels with no bra or panties. 

Then I headed over to the club to see who I could find. When I got there it was pretty crowded so I took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. After a while a woman came in with raven hair, brown eyes and wearing a tight blue dress. I watched as she looked around then went came over to the bar and sat next to me. I kept looking over at her and smiled. She smiled back and ordered a drink. I decided to see what she was there for and started talking to her.

"Hi, my name is Vicki." and introduced myself.

"Hello my name is Jan." she said.

Vicki "Are you waiting on someone?"

Jan "I'm waiting on my husband. He is here on a business trip and I tagged along for the fun of it."

We talked for a little while and then a man came over and asked me to dance and so I did. As I was dancing I noticed that Jan was watching me and I'm sure she got a glimpse of my bare ass and pussy. Every time I twirled around and my pleated dress flew up she would get a view. Once the dance was over I went back to my chair and made some more small talk with Jan. She asked if I was waiting on someone and I told her no. I her I was just there for the fun of it and to see who I might meet. She smiled and we continued our conversation.

A song came on and Jan said "Oh I just love dancing to this song."

So I grabbed her hand and said "Well let's go dance then."

We got onto the dance floor and started moving around together, bumping our asses and spinning each other around. After that a slow song came on and I told her, 

Vicki "I love this song." and pulled her closer to dance with me. She didn't seem to mind but I didn't try to get to fresh with her. I just pulled her close and swayed to the music. After the song we went back to our seats and had another drink.

She happened to notice 2 women sitting in a booth in the corner and they were kissing. She pointed them out to me and said,

Jan "Look at those 2 women there kissing like it was no one else business."

I kind of got the impression that she was against it but then she asked me if I had ever kissed another woman and I said yes. All she did was smile and went back to her drink. About that time her husband came in and she introduced him to me. They asked if I would like to join them at their table and I agreed.

We went to a table and she sat next to me with her husband Dan across from me. We ordered some drinks and chatted about general things like his job, her job and what I did for a living. They asked me why I was at the club alone and I told them.

Vicki "I just come here for the fun of it and to see what excitement I might find."

Dan "What kind of fun or excitement do you usually find here?"

Vicki "Well that depends on the people I meet and what they might be looking for."

They both looked at each other smiled. We took turns dancing with each other and every time I danced with her husband I could see her watching me intently as I grind-ed up against him. I also noticed Dan watching Jan and I as we danced and grind-ed up against each other especially when I would twirl around and give him a peek of my bare ass and pussy. 

As the night went on Jan said "I need to use the Ladies room." and grabbed my hand to go along with her. We went to the ladies room and did our thing and began fixing our makeup.

Jan asked "Vicki, I don't want to sound so forward but, have you ever been with another woman

sexually?"

Vicki "Well, yes I have, actually a few a times. Why do you ask?"

Then Jan confessed "Well to be honest, I came along on this trip with Dan because he has been hinting about wanting a 3 some, but I didn't want to do anything around where we lived. So I thought if I came here we might find someone who might join us. But I've never been with another

woman before."

Vicki "Being with another woman isn't hard. You know what you like done to you so just do what you like to have done and do it to them."

Jan blushed and said "I was wondering if maybe you would like to join us at the hotel and have

some fun?"

Vicki I smiled and told her "I'd love to." Then I pulled her closer to me and gave her a kiss. "That's to seal the deal."

She smiled and returned my kiss. Then she told me that Dan knew nothing about it and she wanted to surprise him and I agreed. We went back to the table and she told Dan it was time to go and then asked him if it would be alright if I joined them for some drinks at the hotel, which he readily agreed to.

We left the club and walked down the street to their hotel each of us holding onto one of Dan

arms and laughing. Their hotel room was a very nice suite with a sitting area in the front room and the bedroom in back. Jan and I sat on the couch and started talking again while Dan poured some drinks and sat in a chair just listening to us ramble on. After a short while Dan turned and started watching some TV. 

Then Jan said "OH I want to show you this outfit I bought the other day." and took my hand and led me to the bedroom.

Once we were alone Jan asked "How should we do this? I've never done anything like this before."

Vicki "Well, he's watching TV so we could just really shock him and walk in naked, go to the couch and start making out." I smiled.

Jan "No, that would be too much of a shock I think." and laughed.

Vicki "Well then, How about we can just go in and you tell him you have a surprise for him, then we can kiss and go from there?"

She agreed to that idea, so we walked in and stood in front of him and just smiled at him until he asked. 

Dan "What are you two doing?"

Jan smiled "We have a surprise for you." 

Then she turned to me and I gave her a long deep kiss. Our hands began exploring each others bodies as Dan watched in amazement. As we kissed I unzipped her dress and slipped it off her revealing matching blue lace bra and panties. She then slipped the straps off my shoulders and let my dress fall to the floor revealing my bare breasts and shaved pussy. 

I could see the bulge growing in Dan pants. I started kissing her neck working my way down between her breasts as I undid her bra, kissing around her nipples then sucking one into my mouth. My fingers slipped inside her panties as I slowly pushed then down and kissed my way down her tummy to her pussy.

Dan was rock hard by then and unzipped his pants to release his cock. I moaned when I saw it but continued licking and sucking on Jan's slit. I guided her to the couch and spread her legs. I licked the pink folds of her pussy then took her slit into my mouth as she moaned loudly. Dan was now taking his shirt and pants off and started stroking himself as he watched.

I slipped my tongue deep inside Jan and she gasped, she put her hands on my head and her hips started moving pushing her pussy harder onto my tongue. Her body tensed as her breathing became heavier and she filled my mouth with her sweet cream. I slid up her body and again kissed her deeply sharing her flavor with her. 

I guided a nipple to her mouth and she licked and sucked on it while I rubbed my pussy on her leg. She slipped her hand between us and started rubbing my slit before sliding a finger inside me. My juices were flowing and covered her hand in them. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked the cream from then and we kissed again.

We sat on the couch in each others arms cuddling and smiling at Dan. Dan was dumbfounded, he just sat there holding his cock in his hand. We giggled then stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

Jan looked at him and asked "Are you coming with us?"

Dan got up and walked towards us, Jan grabbed him by his cock and said, "OK big boy, time to take care of this for you." He smiled and just followed us in the bedroom. We pushed him down on the bed and each got on our knees and began licking and taking turns sucking his cock. I could tell he was in heaven.

Then I smiled at Jan and asked "May I?" pointing to Dan cock.

Jan giggled "Well you are our guest." And laughed.

I stood up and straddled Dan grabbing his cock guiding to my pussy slowly lowering myself onto him. His cock spread my pussy nicely and I took all of it in until it was fully inside me and started grinding on him. 

Jan knelled on the bed next to us and began sucking on my nipple while Dan fingers found Jan's wet pussy. I started slowly fucking myself on his rock hard cock squeezing my pussy on him milking it while enjoying the attention Jan was giving my nipples. 

Dan started thrusting his cock faster inside me and I could feel my climax building. My body began shaking and I held his cock deep as I covered his cock with my orgasm.

Jan "Don't forget to share."

I smiled and said "Of course I'll share."

I slid off Dan cock as Jan stood backwards towards him and slipped his cock in her from behind. She had her feet on his legs as Dan began ramming his cock up inside her. I got down on my knees between their legs and started licking Dan balls and sucking on Jan's slit Jan was almost screaming in pleasure as was Dan. Then Dan let out a loud groan and exclaimed that he was about to cum. 

Jan also was on the verge of orgasm and they came together. Dan cock slipped out of Jan and I licked and sucked him dry. Then I once again gave Jan a long deep kiss sharing both their flavors with her.

We all laid on the bed for a little while, then I went to the bathroom to clean up so I could get dressed. We moved back to the living room for another drink. We talked for a bit and both Jan and Dan thanked me for a wonderful night. I thanked them for having me, kissed Jan goodbye and left to go home with a smile on my face.



A Chance Meeting



The drow's blade spun over the lumbering swing of the orc, tapping down lightly along the wooden shaft. The enchanted falchion's flat, runes visibly glowing, ignited the wood of the crude spear sending a wave of panic through the dim-witted orc. Its yellow, bloodshot eyes went wide at the sight of the flame on the weapon and it opened its mouth, a curse on its tongue. The only sound that escaped was a gurgle as the drow completed the circuit with the weapon, plunging it deep into the orc's chest. Icebane, forged in the Elemental Plane of Fire, easily sliced through the orc's crude leather armor, biting into its flesh and cauterizing the wound. The drow, Khalirius, had been given this extraordinary weapon over two hundred years ago and had mastered the many properties it had. The orc's reaction did not surprise the drow in the least, a grim smile on his face as the light of life left the eyes of his enemy. 

A turn brought the agile dark elf around to face his next target, a greatsword-wielding half-orc. As expected, while the drow had been tied up with his companion, the orc had sought to charge and attack from behind. Khalirius continued the turn, bringing the blade down to his waist and pressing the back of the curved edge against his stomach. Continuing his turn, he dropped his left leg out behind him, bringing it around in a wide arc that the half-orc would see. No stranger to battle himself, the half-orc grinned as he leaped over the obvious sweep. He roared victoriously, thinking the end of the elf at hand. It was interrupted by the slashing blade, as Icebane flew out from Khalirius's body, the spin increasing the momentum of the swing and slicing through the thick forearms of the burly half-man and cleaving through his face. 

His spin presented another opportunity for the wily drow as well. In mid-turn, he noted the two other orcs approaching as well. After he finished off the half-orc, he turned and noted that one of the orcs had halted his approach. The orc was fumbling with a wicked looking short bow as his partner continued his charge. The orc bearing down on his wielded a heavy mace with two hands and roared as he approached. The charging orc was in the back of the drow's mind; his main concern was the bowman. He parried a clumsy lunge from the orc and turned, placing the orc between him and the bow-wielder. He continued playing with the orc, baiting it into swinging the heavy weapon. The breaths of the orc started becoming more ragged and the swings were coming slower now. 

He's tiring now, the drow thought, a grin spreading across his face. He parried another lumbering swing, batting it high and making the orc stumble forward. He changed step mid-stride, crossing left after pushing right, spinning as he went. The deceptively light blade of the falchion swept in behind the swing. The drow's spin slid the blade across the orc's throat, severing both main arteries. A geyser of blood erupted from the orc's gaping neck and he dropped down, gurgling curses as he slipped into death. 

Khalirius turned as the orc brought the bow up, locking the barbed arrow in line with the drow. The drow threw his cloak wide, hoping to catch the arrow in the heavy folds. The arrow never came. Khalirius dropped the cloak and stared into the bewildered eyes of the orc. His hands held the bow and arrow still but the bowstring had been cut. He blinked twice, staring incredulously at the nearly seven foot drow. His yellowed eyes suddenly went wide and he opened his mouth in a silent scream as thin lines of blood formed on his throat, chest, and arms. The orc fell over, a dull thump in the ominously quiet fields of Amn. 

Khalirius straightened, sheathing Icebane under his robes again. He walked cautiously, peering around as he approached the downed bowman. Twilight had fallen over the Amn as he approached, examining the fatal wounds of the orc. A fine blade, wielded by a skilled hand, had severed the orc's main arteries in his neck and the tendons in his lower arms. A quick examination of the chest revealed a stab directly to the heart. The orc would have not been able to fire the arrow even if the bowstring had not been cut. The realization of the assassin's presence hit as the keen ears of the drow began to detect the low refrain of a flute.

The black-cloaked flute player sat upon the corpse of the greatsword wielding half-orc, his legs crossed nonchalantly. The slim, delicate fingers of the assassin picked across the pale instrument as the slow melody of a dirge floated across the silent air. A shock of jet black hair peeked out from under the hood of the cloak, a stark contrast to the pale white of the drow's hair. The flute player stopped, his song completed.

"What is the meaning of your interference?" the drow asked, his hand hovering over the adamantine handle of the blade hidden under his robes.

The sing-song voice of an elf carried on the air to the drow's ears.

"A funny way of showing thanks, my dark-skinned friend." The elf said, rising to his feet.

Khalirius frowned. "I did not ask for your assistance," he said, his amber eyes narrowing, "and I do not appreciate so familiar a tone from someone I do not know."

The elf held up an outstretched hand, palm forward, as he spoke.

"No offense meant. As far as not knowing me," the elf said, pulling back his hood, "I am quite certain that you've heard of me. I am Ghost."

The pale, alabaster skin of the sun elf was offset by his black hair, giving the elf an unearthly beauty. Khalirius, however, was not concerned with the skin or hair of the six foot elf. His eyes were transfixed on the same amber sheen of the elf's eyes, a reflection of his own.

Khalirius's voice cracked as he spoke again. "I have lived for nearly three hundred years now on the surface and I have never met an elf with eyes quite like yours."

"Well that is an easy enough explanation," the elf said, smiling, "I acquired them from my father."

"I do not understand." Khalirius said, taking a step back from the elf, "I know of only one people that have that color eyes and those are of my bloodline."

"I am szarakai." The elf said. From his neck, he produced a small purse, easily identified by the drow, "I am your son, Khalian."

The elf produced an adamantine coin from the purse and expertly flipped it to the shocked drow. The coin, Khalirius knew upon a glance, was the same house coin carried by every member of his family, a long forgotten house of Menzoberranazan. The realization caused the drow to take another step back away from the albino drow, his long dead son.

Khalirius rolled the house coin over in his hand, feeling every feature he had carved into the unforgiving metal many centuries before. His own house coin hung forgotten around his neck, a relic of a long forgotten time.

"I thought you a stillborn," Khalirius said, looking up at his son.

"As you were supposed to," Khalian said, smiling and bowing to his father.

"Where do we go from here, my son?" The drow asked.

Khalian smiled. "This is only the beginning, father."



A Chance Meeting



Part 1

She was exhausted. She had to get up 3 hours earlier than usual to make the drive from Richmond to D.C. for the 9 o'clock meeting. It had been a long day with a working lunch. Fortunately, the meeting was at the hotel where she had a room, and she had been able to slip away for a few minutes in the afternoon to check in. She would enjoy a restful evening and a good night's sleep. After the meeting the next day, she would head back home, maybe. Her company had offered to let her stay a second night and she was seriously considering it. She was thinking that she wouldn't want to make the drive home after another lengthy, intense work session, and have to make that daily transition from professional woman to mom after a long drive. But, she could make that decision tomorrow. 

She finally said her goodbyes to the other team members, and again reassured them that she would be fine going back to the room. She explained that she was tired, and wanted to grab a quick bite to eat. She said that she also needed to call her husband. She lied, but it added more plausibility to her excuse.

She was really tired of these people. They were nice enough, but it had been a long, intense day, and she was ready for some distance. She would get a drink, or two and something light to eat, and then enjoy a nice long bath and the solitude of her room, and some much needed down time.

The young man at the front desk suggested Maddy's. It was only four blocks away, and they had great food with a laid back atmosphere. He said it wouldn't be too loud, but there would be a crowd, and most likely a short wait for a table or booth.

The thought of waiting to eat alone didn't intrigue her, but she figured she'd give it a try. She could always come back to the hotel and order room service. She thought about changing first, but knew if she went to her room, she wouldn't leave. She really did want to get out, at least for some fresh air. 

She walked the four blocks. It was a pleasant evening, so she somewhat enjoyed it, even though her feet were killing her. Sure enough, there would be about a 30 minute wait, but the hostess suggested the bar if she was eating alone. The round tops and the seats at the bar were first come, first serve.

She bit her lip, thinking about. As soon as she looked over toward the bar, a man who was seated near the end, stood, threw down some cash, and left. She quickly moved toward the empty seat. There was a couple engrossed in a conversation to the right, and a man sitting at the end to the left, who appeared to be reading a Kindle or maybe a Nook. Perfect. She wouldn't have to talk to anyone.

She didn't ask either the man or the couple if the seat was taken. She just sat down. Within a minute, one of the bartenders, a clean-shaven man who appeared to be in his late twenties, came over, smiled and asked, "What can I get ya?" as he scooped up the check and the money on the bar.

"Whatever Merlot you suggest, and a dinner menu please."

"Sure. Chateau St. Jean."

He leaned to his left, and grabbed a menu and placed it front of her.

"Appetizers are half price for another 20 minutes."

"Thanks"

She looked at the appetizers, but everything seemed to be fried, or something she didn't really like, so she continued to look over the menu.

The man, of the couple to the right, had his back to her. She could hear bits and pieces of the conversation. She decided they weren't a couple because they seemed to be discussing something related to work, or possibly gossiping about co-workers. She sensed she had rolled her eyes. They also seemed to have been there awhile, at least the man who was holding a drink that was half empty.

The man to the left was engrossed in whatever he was reading. Occasionally, he would take a sip of his beer, which was mostly full, but he would never take his eyes off the screen of his e-reader. Yet, he did seem different. It appeared that everyone in the bar was dressed in a suit. Some of the men wore khakis and button down shirts, but almost all of them had ties. The women were dressed just as professionally, wearing either business suits or nice blouses and skirts. She was wearing a professional, but very tight fitting black dress that accented her figure. When she had put it on that morning, she really didn't know why she selected that particular dress, but she didn't think about it too much either. 

The out of place man was dressed in an untucked, faded bluish t-shirt, short pants, and sandals. 

Tom Cruise, she thought to herself. That's who the bartender looks like. Tom Cruise in ... what was the name of the movie ... Cocktail! I wonder if ... no, she thought to herself. He's probably never seen it. He's too young. She laughed audibly, but to herself. Out of the corner eye, she thought she saw the man to her left quickly glance over, but then back to his book. She didn't return the furtive look.

Tom Cruise returned with her Merlot and asked if she was ready to order.

"I'll have a Greek salad with the Vinaigrette. That's it. Thanks."

"Be right up. Bread?

"No thank you."

She began to sip her glass of wine. She quickly decided that Tom Cruise made a pretty good suggestion. She had a quick thought she might be here awhile. All she needed to do was make it back four blocks, but then she remembered the bath that was awaiting her. She would eat the salad, and maybe have another glass of wine, and then head back to her room.

She continued to sip her drink, enjoying the taste, and the relaxing effect it was having on her. Still, she rubbed her neck which was still tense, both from the drive and the day-long meeting, that hadn't gone that well. They had made progress, but still had a lot to accomplish the next day. She had almost finished her glass of wine when Tom Cruise returned with her salad.

"Another one?"

"Yes, please"

The salad was way too big. She could only see herself eating half of it. She would do what she could do, finish her second glass of wine, and head back to the room. She slowly worked on the salad, and the wine that Tom Cruise had brought her. She had just taken a bite of the salad when he cruised by and asked, "Anything else?" Her mouth was full of salad so she nodded no. "Okay, I'll get your check."

With her mouth still half full of salad she almost shouted, "Shit ... shit."

The man to the right never heard her, but the man to the left, still engrossed in the book looked up and said,

"I've had the salads here. They're not that bad."

She finished chewing, swallowed and said, "No. It's just. Damn. I left my purse in a meeting room at the Marriott just down the street."

"Hmm ... quite the predicament," he said with a wry smile.

She smirked. She didn't see the humor. She thought she might be able convince Tom Cruise to let her walk down, find someone to open the door, get her purse, which was hopefully still there, and then walk back down to the restaurant, and then back down to the hotel, all in these shoes that were killing her feet.

"This just kind of put a damper on my evening. I was really looking forward to relaxing and a nice, long hot bath. Not the best end to not the best day."

"Tell you what. I'll take care of your dinner."

"No, you can't do that."

"Sure I can. No hidden agenda. Promise. You'll get back to your room and into your bath a lot sooner. Just pay it forward when you get the chance."

She quickly thought about the trek up and back and back up again, and trying to find someone, and ...

"Well, okay. Are you sure?

"Absolutely."

"Well, thank you so much. My name is Stefanie."

She extended her hand, which he took and smiled, "I'm Asa."

Part 2

Their conversation was natural and casual. She told him a little about her job and why she was in D.C. The day had been long and the meeting had been intense and exhausting, but they had accomplished much. She thought they would be able to finish by mid or late afternoon on Friday, at which point she would decide whether or not to head back to Richmond. She didn't need to get back right away, and the thought of drive after another stressful and draining day was not very appealing.

He told her that he had an apartment within walking distance, and that he frequented Maddy's at least once a week. He spent more time at The Meeting Place, a coffee shop down the street. Most often, he spent his evenings alone.

He was an English professor. He had relocated to the Northern Virginia area about 10 years ago, had left for a couple of years, but had just returned to D.C. to take a teaching position at American University. He was passionate about education, and couldn't imagine doing anything else. Although retirement was on the distant horizon, he didn't obsess or think about it much. He would keep teaching as long as he enjoyed it, and maybe, eventually transitioning to teaching part-time to spend more time writing.

She had lived in Richmond about 10 years; it was now home, but not quite. She didn't elaborate too much on where she was from or the path she had traveled.

She had a daughter middle school and son in elementary school. In the last few years, life had a different feel. There seemed to be more time for her, fewer obligations, at least with family. She had her friends and different things she liked to do, the gym ... the weekly book club. She was active, exercising daily, whether it be running or working out.

He told her of his love for the outdoors, and his passion for cycling. He didn't like groups, enjoying more the solitude of a long, lonely ride. Hiking, camping, and riding all allowed him to indulge his reclusive tendencies, alone with his thoughts and the experience of the moment. This isolation and aloneness were necessary to both his mental and emotional well-being. It allowed him to explore and reflect upon his deepest aspect of his true self.

But, he liked to spend time at Maddy's and a few local coffee shops, and other places with people. He was able to connect with others, but still at a distance, observing and listening to those around him without having to get too close.

He too was a voracious reader with eclectic tastes, consuming everything ... fiction, news, political ideology, history, philosophy, theology ... erotica.

"What are you reading now? You seemed enthralled by it."

"Delta of Venus by Anais Nin. 

"Don't know it, or her? Or him?

"Anais Nin was probably the first female writer of erotica, in Paris in the late 30's and 40's. She had an affair with Henry Miller, and possibly his wife June Miller. They were all part of the Bohemian scene. Miller, Nin and a few others wrote erotica for a guy they referred to as "The Collector" for a dollar a page. She later moved to America where she married another man, while still married to her husband. One was on the East coast, the other on the West.

"Anyway, in her erotica and diaries she explored female sexuality, and a few other taboo topics. She's kind of revered by modern feminists who see her as a woman who was in control, relationally ... sexually."

"Here," he said, opening his Nook. I had just read this when I heard you say 'Shit,' twice I think.

She smiled, only slightly embarrassed.

'When she closed her eyes she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly over her, and with a wolf-like sharpness, his teeth sank into her fleshiest parts. Naked now, he lay his full length over her. She enjoyed his weight on her, enjoyed being crushed under his body. She wanted him soldered to her, from mouth to feet. Shivers passed through her body.'

"It's more than who's on top. She's in control, of at least her situation."

"Really?" 

He didn't respond to her question. He stared into her eyes, leaning forward slightly. The moment was tense, and passionate. She thought she might be blushing. She tilted her head and asked, playfully, "What's a high school English teacher doing reading erotica. You're not looking for a new novel to teach? I'm sure it's on the some banned list somewhere."

Smiling and moving a bit closer, he continued, "Nin provokes us to challenge the morals and norms that confine us, repress our true nature. She demands that we reject society's notion of acceptable sexuality. She refused to allow expectations to define her.

"Most people live in a perpetual state of fear, primarily, we are scared, no terrified that we are going to die, without ever having lived and done the things we most want to do."

Slightly turning her head she asked, "So, like writing an ... erotic bucket list of sorts?

"Much more. Nin also wrote, 'Those who live deeply have no fear of death.' Only when we allow our passions, desires, needs ... lust to consume us, will we be free from all that restricts and oppresses us. Only then are we free to live the life we have imagined."

Again, he stopped abruptly, looking into her eyes. He was enjoying the silence, and that she was clearly, at least mildly, uncomfortable.

She pulled back, but only slightly, for she had felt herself leaning toward him too. She thought quickly thought of Ron, her husband. They had met and dated during college, and then married. They had kids, worked on their careers, and done everything they were supposed to do. Along the way, almost from the beginning, they drifted apart, finding different interests, living separate lives. Now the kids were growing up and finding their own interests. At times, she would sigh deeply at the thought of being alone with him in the house, sometimes, unaware that he was in the room. He would ask, "What's wrong," and she would smile and say, "Oh, nothing."

She sighed, and briefly looked off into the distance, but then back at Asa.

Then again, she looked away, reaching over and picking up her glass of wine ... her fourth. She took a sip and placed it back on the bar. She looked back at him, deeper into his eyes.

Her left hand was on her thigh. He looked slightly down, and without asking, reached over and took her hand, softly rubbing the top with his thumb. Then, lifting his head and he asked, "How deeply are you living."

Part 3 

She continued to look at him for another few moments. She looked away, aware that he was still staring intently at her, yet somehow lost in her own thoughts ... and rising emotions.

Life wasn't supposed to be a mundane, routine. Certainly, we needed to work, pay the mortgage and the other bills, and build a nest egg for retirement. Had success and security consumed her? Did responsibility, obligation, and expectations own her? What was purpose of living without passion, adventure, excitement, even abandonment at times?

Was she afraid? Was she too focused on what she should do and was expected to do? Did she dwell too much on what she hadn't done? 

Tom Cruise returned, and Asa told him to bring the updated check that included an extra glass of wine. 

Was the clock ticking? Did she need to make a decision ... quickly? Was this another opportunity that she would let slip away? Would her heart never win the struggle with the sound, impeccable reasoning of her mind? Would she always remember with regret what she hadn't done? She felt her heart racing, almost fluttering. She also sensed a tingle ... butterflies she hadn't felt in a long time.

Tom Cruise had returned with the second check. Asa reached into his wallet and pulled out a card. He place both checks in the same folder, along with the card on moved it toward Tom, who took it and headed toward the register, which was thankfully at the other end of the bar.

She looked at him, almost pleading.

"I have a lot at stake here. The kids. The house. The marriage, even though it's really not. You're not married are you?"

"Why would you say that?"

"Well, you don't have a ring, and I assume you live alone ... in your apartment?"

"I choose not to wear a ring, not because I'm a player, but because I don't like jewelry. My wife lives in New York. I moved here alone. It's a bit complicated, but I go there about twice a month. She comes here about once every other month. My schedule is more flexible. Even though we do live distinctly different and separate lives at this point, I'm still very married. 

Tom Cruise returned and placed the folder in front of Asa, and said, "Thanks. Ya'll have a good evening." Asa nodded and smiled, and opened the folder, retrieved his card and returned it to his wallet, scribbled a few things, and closed it.

He then returned his undivided attention to her. Stefanie could feel that she was the center of his attention, of his world at this moment. Somehow, she trusted him. She reached down and took his hand. Sliding off the bar stool, she kissed him on the cheek, and said, "Let's go."

Part 4

He held the door for her, and she exited to the street. 

"You're at the Marriott, right?" he asked.

"Yes."

They didn't talk much, hardly at all. He commented on the evening, and how he enjoyed this time of year, the warmth of the days and the coolness of the nights. She added that she was always enjoyed spring, and that it was merely about the more moderate temperatures, but the sense of change and new beginnings. 

For next few blocks, neither said a word. They walked beside each other, each one stealing an occasional glance. He seemed to walk as if he didn't have a care in the world, as if this were the natural end to a normal day. Although she appeared calm and unnerved, her heart was racing, and thoughts flooding her mind, emotions continuing to rise up within her. In a brief moment of doubt, she looked at him, and he smiled, almost reassuring her, allowing her convince herself that this is what she wanted to do ... needed to do. Her always rationale and pragmatic mind would not win the day. She would follow her heart, and the longing and desire that she felt now even more deeply.

She could feel her sense of expectancy growing, the nervousness and anticipation that she had not felt in what seemed like forever. They walked slowly, but with purpose, neither wanting to appear overly excited.

As they got closer to the hotel, suggested what they should do when they got to the hotel, and he agreed. 

When they finally arrived at the Marriot, he opened both the outer, then the inner door. As they entered the lobby, he strolled toward the elevators. She proceeded to the front desk, and spoke to a young man who seemed anxious to help. She explained her situation. He smiled and rounded the desk and led her toward the conference room. He unlocked the door, and opened and held it for her. She walked over to where her laptop and computer bag sat on the table. She knelt, and retrieved her purse from under the table where she had left it. She walked by the young man, smiled, and said, "Thank you so much." She then headed toward the elevators.

When he saw her coming, he pressed the 'Up' button. Just as she arrived, so did an overweight, disheveled looking business man who looked like he had been through hell. He was holding a briefcase and pulling a cart with two other bags.

As soon as she got to him, she reached up and lightly touching him on one cheek, she kissed the other. He turned and kissed her on the lips, lingering only for a moment. The door opened and they entered, followed by the unkempt man. They positioned themselves at the back of the elevator, holding hands, shoulders touching.

The door closed and the business man pressed Floor 2, and then looked around. She said, "Seven please. He obliged.

The elevator quickly made its first stop. The man exited, and Asa reached over and pressed the 'Close' button. Not quite before the door had closed, dropping her purse, she twisted and almost lunged at him. They began to kiss deeply and passionately, her hands up on his shoulders. After dropping his satchel, he moved his hands to the small of her back, pulling her toward him.




A Chance Meeting



She could immediately feel him harden. Slightly lowering her hands and tightening her he pulled herself close to him, rubbing slightly against him. He lowered his hands to her ass, gripping hard, and then slightly spreading her cheeks as he pulled her up, along his now rock hard cock. She slightly lifted her right foot off the ground to spread her legs only slightly and to better feel his hardness. He then pulled her up further, where he was sure she could feel the tip of his cock. But, when she started to raise her right leg further to wrap it around him, the bell sounded, indicating they had reached the Seventh Floor and that the doors were about to open.

He lowered her to the ground. They broke their embrace and their lips parted. She reached down for her purse, and he for his satchel. They exited immediately without saying a word, and headed for Room 704, which fortunately was only a few doors down the hall. She led the way, and as they walked, she fumbled in her purse for her room key. She found her phone which was flashing, indicating she had received either calls or texts, or both. She discarded the phone to the side and found the room key. 

They still hadn't said a word. When they reached the door, she inserted the room key and heard the click of the door unlocking. She turned the handle, opened the door, and entered, followed by him. As she turned around to face him, she kicked of her shoes and tossed her purse to the side. He dropped his satchel. This time, though, he was the aggressor, moving swiftly toward her. They embraced and began kissing at the same time. He slid his hands down to her ass, which he again gripped firmly. He pulled her against him, and again, she immediately felt the hardness of his cock. He walked her backwards until he felt her legs touch the bed. They paused only for a moment before he began to ease her backwards, until she was lying down. He stopped kissing her long enough only to slide her up toward the headboard until her head was resting on a pillow. 

Then, bracing himself with a hand to either side of her shoulders, he began to devour her again. 

Part 5

From this position, he was able to grind his hard cock against her, creating a friction that caused her to moan. She could feel both the length of his cock and the tip move against her. She moaned again, as she attempted to move with him. Her desire was beginning to consume her. She moved her hands from his shoulders down his back, to his ass, where she began to pull him against her in an attempt to create more pressure.

Continuing to grind, but now in a more circular motion, he moved from kissing, to nibbling on her ear. She turned her head slightly and then she felt his lips on her neck. He shifted his body to her side, and reached up with his right hand and pulled the sleeve of her dress off her shoulder. He then slid the same hand down her side to her dress that was bunching up around her thighs. He slid up her dress, pushing it up around her waist, his hand briefly slipping in side her panties, but not too far. Bracing himself with his other hand on the bed, he pulled the other sleeve off her shoulder, and then down her side. Her entire dress was now completely bunched up around her waist. He then moved back on top of her, and resumed rubbing against her. She desperately longed and needed to feel him inside of her.

He once again positioned his hands to either side of her, so he could kiss down her neck to her chest, finding a black, satin bra. Growing impatient himself, he sat to his knees. Sensing his next move, she slightly lifted her ass off the bed, allowing him pull her dress down past her thighs, her knees, to her ankles and then over her feet. Momentarily, he stared into her eyes, and then down the full length of her body, as she involuntarily moved her right hand to her waist, and just inside her panties. 

He placed his hands on her stomach, and then moved them under her bra, feeling her breasts and hard nipples, deeply massaging them, causing her to moan and close her eyes. He pushed her bra up, revealing her beautiful tits, and hard nipples. Immediately he leavened forward, his mouth engulfed her entire right breast. He sucked hard and she moaned again, deeply, as her breathing increased. He twirled his tongue around her protruding nipple, gently biting it with his teeth. He sucked hard against it pulling it away from her breast and then releasing it. In the meantime, he had resumed grinding against her, up and down, which she could feel more directly since she was only wearing her panties.

From her breast, he began to slide down the bed, kissing her body. He placed gentle kisses, all around her stomach, circling his tongue in her naval. She took the opportunity to sit up slightly twist her bra around, unclasp and remove it, tossing it the side. Her hands then moved to his shoulders, and then his head as he moved further down.

She felt him grip the sides of her panties, so she raised her ass once more so he could slide them down. She moved her legs together so he could remove them. He then placed a hand on each thigh and spread her legs wide. He kissed both of her inner thighs, almost teasing her, allowing his tongue to touch only her outer labia. He found her neatly trimmed, almost with the intuitive insight of a woman who been expecting a random, sexual encounter. 

Her scent was intoxicating. She could feel his tongue start to explore, touching her ever so slightly, placing his thumbs on her labia and spreading her awaiting pussy. She raised her ass slightly off the bed, hoping to feel his tongue inside her. He took this opportunity to move his head slightly down and fully extend his tongue. She gasped when she felt his tongue move from her ass, and then licking all the way up her wet, throbbing pussy in one movement. He did so again. She gripped his head and pulled it toward her, feeling a shiver throughout her entire body.

With her pussy spread, his tongue began the exploring that she desired. He pressed it deep inside, probing, licking. He made circular motions around her pussy, and then began moving his tongue deep inside of her, finding and sucking her inner labia. 

She was now rubbing her left breast with her right hand, pinching and tweaking her nipple, her left hand returning to his head.

He then moved to her clitoris. He licked it with his full tongue, and then with the tip, side to side, up and down, side to side, repeatedly, faster and faster. He then began to lick her clit in and circular motion, applying even more pressure, his hands on her ass, pulling her closer to him. She moaned with pleasure, breathing deeper and faster. He moved his right hand closer to her pussy and inserted his finger, then two, moving them in and out, slowly at first, but deeply, while continuing to lick her clit. She could both feel and hear how wet she was.

She was overcome and close to orgasm. The pace of her breathing and moaning were continuing to increase. Her hips were gyrating, trying to keep in sync with his tongue and fingers that were pressing deep inside her at a quickening pace.

Somehow sensing she was about to cum, he pulled away, and leaned back, resting on his knees, which he moved between her legs against her thighs. He quickly removed his shirt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He pulled his shorts and boxers off one leg and then the other. She opened her eyes and saw his erect cock that he was now gently stroking. 

Part 6

She lay back, grabbing both her breasts, using the moment to catch her breath, never taking her eyes off him, as he stroked his cock in his right hand.

He moved closer, steadying and bracing himself with his left hand. He moved his cock closer to her awaiting pussy, but he did not plunge it inside of her just yet. He inserted only the tip, in and out, in and out. He began to rub her clit with the head of his cock, and then slide it up and down her wet pussy, only allowing the tip to enter.

The desire began to surge from deep within her. She had place her hands on his shoulders, but was not gripping them, pressing her knuckles deep into his flesh, bringing a slight smile to his face. Yet, he continued to tease her, rubbing her wet pussy, her clit with his hard cock.

She closed her eyes, and breathed deeply, saying almost in a whisper, "Fuck me, Asa ... fuck me hard ... now."

Finally, he plunged his cock in, deeply, and began a slow, methodical in and out movement. She could feel it completely inside of her, pressing deeper almost with every thrust. She moaned, and began to slightly exhale with every thrust, wanting him to quicken the pace. But, he did not change his rhythm, seemingly content for the moment, as she began moving her hips to sync with his steady thrusts.

He began to quicken the pace, but only slightly, but still deep with every thrust, now releasing a slight groan with each thrust. Her nails dug deeper into his flesh as he quickened the pace even more. She could now both feel and hear him fucking her ... the pounding of his flesh against hers. The sounds of her sighs and moans became more noticeable to him. She, however, was lost in the moment, never quite feeling this aroused. Just briefly, she had a lucid, rationale thought realizing that I am being fucked by a completely stranger ... and I love it. She had opened her eyes at the sudden realization, but quickly closed them as the in and out thrusts of his cock into her pussy was now fast and even more powerful.

Then, the thrusts stopped, and she could feel his hard cock, slip from her wet pussy. She felt him kiss her neck, the top of her chest, and then her right breast, pausing only briefly to suck her nipple. He slid slightly away, placing his hands on her hips, rotating her onto her stomach. She quickly assisted.

Lying flat on her stomach, she sensed him behind her, and she could feel him kissing her butt, first one cheek, then the other, licking, exploring her ass. He gently spread her cheeks, and she lifted her pelvis just off the bed. She felt his tongue, probing again, starting at the top of her crack, moving downward until he found her anus. Spreading her cheeks again, she felt his tongue just on the outside of her opening, teasing her ... licking around the rim. She began to breathe deeper, releasing a slight, but steady moan, and then she felt his tongue, entering her ass, causing her to feel a new, yet erotic sensation ... she felt a tingling between her legs.

She raised her hips slightly, as he continued to pleasure her with his tongue. She moved her hand to her wet pussy. Finding her clit, she began to rub it, in a slow circular motion. As he continued licking her, his hands on her hips, she began to rub her clit from side to side, more firmly, more vigorously. 

He breathing became more pronounced, her moan a bit louder as she rubbed her clit feverishly, firmly ... and he licked her ass. She was intoxicated and lost in this new, erotic sea of pleasure. 

He then pulled away, now on his knees behind her. He then moved his hands to her hips, and assisted her to her knees. She rose, extending her arms and placing her hands on the bed to steady herself. She could sense him positioning himself behind her, placing his left foot outside her leg, and his right knee just inside the other. She could feel the tip of his cock, rub down her crack, briefly pause at her anus, but then enter her now dripping pussy.

Then, slowly, he plunged his cock deep, as far as it could go, his lower abdomen pressing against her ass. He did not begin a stroking motion, though, only keeping his cock pressed into her pussy as deeply as he could, placing his hands on her hips.

He then began fucking her. At first, slowly moving in and out, guiding her ass with his hands. He quickly picked up the pace, and she could hear her ass slapping against his lower abdomen. With each inward thrust, he pulled her ass against him until he was fucking her hard, at a steady, quick pace. She moaned with pleasure as she felt his cock move in and out, only hearing him breath, and occasionally moan, or even grunt. 

Bracing herself with her left arm and hand, she moved her right hand to her almost dripping wet pussy and clit, which she began rubbing in a quick, side to side motion, as he continued to thrust. Even though his cock filled her pussy, she could feel its moisture on her fingers. Deciding to venture further in this new reality, she moved her hand to her mouth, and licked her own juices, inserting two of her fingers deep into her mouth. It was wonderfully erotic.

She returned to rubbing her clit, but not for long. Pure and simple ... he was now fucking her, and fucking her hard. Her pussy had never been so aggressively attacked. The strokes and slaps of flesh were rapid. She could feel a not too distant orgasm. She removed her hand from her clit to provide more stability, but had to lower herself to both forearms. This immediate change of angle caused a different stroke angle and pressure, and new sensation that sent a shudder that began in her pussy and extended what seemed throughout her whole body.

Just as she was approaching a climax to her pleasure, he stopped once again, almost flipping her onto her back. She looked in his eyes and saw a passion, a depth of emotion and desire that were foreign to her, at least in the eyes of a lover. He stared intently and purposefully at her as he slid his cock into her again, resuming a steady, pace for a few brief thrusts before each one became more forceful and sudden.

She could feel his weight on her, as she lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist. She started to close her eyes. However, gently touched her cheek with his fingers causing her to blink and look directly at him, as he quietly, but assertively said, "No ... I want us to look into each other's eyes. I want us to see into each other's souls ... the desire, the desperate longing we both share."

She was more turned on now than she had been in years, maybe forever. He continued to fuck her hard, pounding against her, the thrusts going deep, faster and faster, while never glancing away, almost never blinking. She felt his gazing penetrating to a place that she had no one knew ... that she had always kept hidden from everyone. She saw in him a fire and intensity of purpose, yet a depth of feeling, pain and loneliness that only made him more attractive.

She exclaimed breathily, "Oh, God ... Oh God ... yes, fuck me, yes, yes, yes!"

He continued fucking her for only a few more strokes before she said,, I'm going to cum ... I'm going to cum ... I'm ... oh, fuck ... fuck .. fuck ... yeeesss!"

He immediately knew that she had reached climax, and as if on cue she heard him, utter a low, "Ohhhhhhh, fuck," as he exploded inside of her.

His pace continued, and then slowed, and she could no longer hear the slapping of their flesh, though he continued to slide his cock slowly, in and out of her now tingling pussy for a five, six, seven, eight more strokes. 

She felt his weight shift toward her slightly. She now rubbed his back, and then his neck with her right hand, edging his fingers into her hair, as she unwrapped her legs from around him.

Then, she felt his cock slip out of her pussy as he breathed, dropping to his elbows so she could feel even more of his weight, and his cock resting against her lower abdomen. Even from this position, their eyes met. They both smiled at the same time. He then closed his eyes, and rolled to her side on his back. 

She thought only for a moment before she moved on top of him, and slid down his body, to where her mouth was now only inches from his semi-stiff cock. She cupped his balls, and he quivered. She then began to lick the cum from the head of his cock, completely. Then, she licked down his shaft which was becoming more limp, but still slightly rigid, tasting a mingling of cum and her own juices. His breathing revealed his pleasure.

She moved up toward him and kissed him, passionately but softly. Then, as she laid her head on his chest, she straddled his right leg. He shifted and slightly bent his left knee, giving her more room. She could feel her still wet pussy against his thigh. Bending her knee upward, she could feel his balls. She could hear him breathing deeply. She rubbed against against him, softly but only briefly before exhaustion and sleep overtook her.



A Chance Meeting



Out to lunch alone, nose buried in a book, I almost didn't notice someone trying to get my attention. 

"Uh, excuse me, miss?" He reached out with a gentle tap on my shoulder. 

I jumped, squeaked, and immediately turned beet red as I looked up to meet startlingly blue eyes. He was tall, and had dark hair, greying at the temples. His face was covered with light stubble, his smile at my startling made his eyes crinkle delightfully in the corners.

I stammered, almost dropped my book in my soup and said, "Yes?"

"I couldn't help but notice you were reading one of my favorite books. Also, you left your wallet at the register," he added with a laugh as he handed the blue leather pocketbook over to me. 

I smiled, looked down slightly, and said "Thank you. That is very kind of you. Most people wouldn't do that."

"I have a knack for finding lost things. Can I join you?"

I nearly choked on my own saliva. He was ridiculously hot. And he wanted to sit with me. What. The. Hell. 

"Oh! Sure, if you'd like!" A nervous laugh bubbled up from my throat and I tried not to be too obvious in staring at him. 

"So, you clearly have good taste in reading material, what else do you like to read?"

My nervousness dissipated as book chat flowed between us effortlessly, ebulliently. I let it slip that two of my favorite books were Henry and June and The Story of O and quickly moved on to fantasy books. I saw his eyebrows raise in a flicker and my stomach dropped, but he didn't miss a beat, talking broadswords and knights like he knew how to role play. (I mean with medieval weaponry, obviously.) 

I glanced at my watch and gasped. "Oh my goodness it's way past my lunch hour! I need to get back to work. It was nice chatting!" I scooped up my stuff with one hand and went to wave goodbye in a panic with the other, when he grabbed my free hand gently and said "You know, I think we might have more in common than just books. Can I take you out later?"

Again, I flushed red, nodded, and gave him my phone number. "I'm free tomorrow night."

I dressed modestly for the evening. Not that I had any choice, really. I only dress modestly. Cardigans, skirts, glasses - the whole librarian-esque nine yards. When you've got a DD chest, anything but a turtleneck gives you cleavage. Modest is your only hope for work appropriateness. On a hope, on a whim, I wore my black, push-up lace bra and no panties. Instead of mousy tights, black thigh highs, clipped up and held in place by a matching garter belt. Worst case scenario, saucy underthings give me the confidence I need to get through the night, right? Right. 

I hailed a taxi and sped through the city to the tapas restaurant he wanted to meet at. It pulled up to the entrance, and I saw him standing on the sidewalk by the door, already waiting for me. Slowly, deliberately, I stepped out of the taxi and let my skirt slide up a little bit so that the lace top of the stocking peeked out a little bit. I looked up and his eyes were dark, locked on my legs, with something hungry in them. 

Butterflies of fear and lust and desire danced through my stomach. It had been so long since I had felt this way. How intimidating, how unbelievably irresistible. 

I walked up and awkwardly waved hello, and in response, he smiled warmly and took me by the hand and led me in to the building. The salsa music was loud and patrons were talking even louder.

"I'm going to order for the two of us, I hope you don't mind. Though, something tells me you are quite amenable to it."

I smiled. "I usually like it when I don't have to worry about things like that, and everybody's happy with the outcome."

"Ah, a people pleaser. A people pleaser who likes The Story of O. I bet you'd look beautiful with a leather collar around your throat."

I flushed red across my cheeks and my chest. I smiled, almost defiantly. The game was on. "It's been a very long time since I've done anything like that. Plus, I have to say I am quite picky about partners. I find that not everybody can inspire, ah, how do I put this? Obedience, I guess, in me?"

"I get a feeling from you that you're stuck in your head, in your daydreams and books. I bet if your partner knew how to get in there, make space for obedience, for their commands and desires, you'd turn into an eager, willing little girl, wouldn't you?" He tapped his fork for effect, punctuating the last few words of his sentence. 

I felt my pussy get hot and wet and swollen all at once. Oh, fuck me. My cunt ached and I'd only known this man a few hours. God help me. 

A little overcome, I could barely speak, so I just nodded, a pained look on my face.

"You need someone to give you a reason to be a very good girl, don't you?"

I nodded again, and whispered "Yes". 

"Yes, what? And louder."

"Yes, sir, please." I said, swallowing hard, with a little more conviction in my voice. 

"Tell me what you want, little girl."

Another warm gush between my legs. I began to evade, shyly. "Well. I... Uh, hmm. How do I put this?"

"Go on. Tell me."

"I want to be dominated. I want to be claimed, forcefully. I want to be owned and collared. I want to be spanked and gagged and cum on." My eyes were wide, almost shocked at what I said. I was flushed pink from the humiliation of being made to say the filthy things I've always wanted aloud. Always thought, never spoken. 

He smiled, wolflike, and murmured, "Good girl."

Oh, how I wanted those things. Every word, truthful. My skin itched for the bite of a cane, I lusted after nipple clamps. I touched myself at night thinking about being bound and stuffed with cock. Even now, I think he knew just how badly I wanted it, how I wanted him. 

I hardly noticed the bill being paid when he invited me to his place. 

"Yes, please, please." Just shy of a beg and he hadn't even touched me yet. My tiny thread of self-control slipping away quicker and quicker. 

Another taxi ride through the city, but this time his hand was firmly gripping my hair, whispering instructions in my ear. A secret just for me to hear. 

"You are mine for tonight. You will do exactly as I say. You will be a good girl and you will be rewarded for your obedience. Before you are let in the loft you are to take your clothes off. You are mine and my pet will wear what I choose in the house."

I nodded just to feel the pull of my head against his hand.

I could feel my wetness seeping through my panties when I stood on shaky legs getting out of the taxi. He grabbed me by the arm and led me inside, up to the 23rd floor. At the end of a long hallway, he stopped at door 2308 and unlocked it. He stepped inside, leaned against the frame, and looked at me with a cocked eyebrow, rather expectantly. 

Fiercely, my eyes met his and did not stray as I shrugged off my cardigan and handed it to him. Button by button I undid my blouse, exposing the black lace and my full breasts. A click of a lock a few doors down made my pulse race. 

"Keep going, baby girl. You know the rules." 

So stern. So fucking sexy. 

A hip shimmy and the skirt fluttered to the doormat. His eyes widened at my naked pussy, neatly trimmed just that day. Another lock clicked undone and neighborly laughter filtered through the hall through their closed door. I took a step forward, in my bra and stockings, making a motion to enter. 

He held a hand out in pause. "Ah, ah. I said take it all off. You can keep the stockings and garter belt. They please me."

In a panic, listening to the neighbors prepare to leave their home, I fumbled with the bra clasp, unhooking it and pulling it away from my heavy breasts. I dropped it on the ground and stepped into the room, as the neighbors stepped out into the hall. 

He brought in the rest of my clothes, closing the door behind him. "A little hasty, though you're quite obedient nonetheless, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir." An unusual bit of pride welled in my chest. 

"Bend over the couch. I told you, good girls get rewarded."

Already, my head was filling with quiet. No longer concerned with anxiety or mundane tasks, he was filling me with calm, through commands and my own pliant, willing response. A response, which, in this case, was to bend forward over a plush couch, and stick my ass high in the air. I gave it a little wiggle for good measure. 

"Tell me again what you want."

I could barely remember what I said at the restaurant. "I want to be dominated." He walked up behind me and ran his fingertips over the curve of my ass. I squirmed and my voice got huskier, quieter. "I want -" He spanked me once, hard. I bit my lip to keep from crying out in the last little threads of desire I had to maintain control. "I want to be claimed and -" Another spank. My voice quieter. Meeker. "Owned. I want to be owned, sir." 

He cupped my pussy, sliding a finger between the lips. "Judging by how much of a wet little tart you are, I think there's more that you want."

I whimpered. "Yes, sir. I want to be gagged and -" He slapped my other ass cheek twice in quick succession. I gasped out the trembling words, balancing on now trembling legs. "And... And spanked. And cum on. And fucked. I want you to fuck me." The last few sentences tumbled out in a needy rush.

"I think you added something new at the end, but that will do, my darling."

I could hear him slide his belt out of his pants, and he cracked it once. I jumped and he laughed, lightly trailing his hand down my back. 

He withdrew slightly, and I could hear the belt whirring through the air, and with a crack, it landed across both of my ass cheeks. I cried out, my pride erased in a second of blinding pain. 

Not leaving any time for the sensation to subside, he hit me again and again. I buried my head in the cushions, gripping them for dear life as I moaned and whimpered, the start of tears burning my eyes. 

I lost track of the lashes. I tried so hard to endure, but my poor little cheeks were sore and aching and I couldn't help but try and squirm away. "Please, please," I pleaded, unable to form more coherent words. 

His hands trailed over the welts and bruises, the tender flesh so sensitive to the light touch. "Please, what?"

I cried out again, the sensation flooding my already frayed senses. "Please." I said, endorphins flooding my mind, as I reached behind me for his hand, and clumsily placed it on my breast. 

"Stand for me." He said, rather quietly. 

I stood up, and turned to face him, flushed, a blurry sort of lust in my eyes. Submissive desire, through and through. In that moment, I would have crawled over glass for his command. I would have worshipped him like a God if only he would have asked. I burned brightly, a fire lit inside me that consumed everything until all that was left was an aching "yes, please, more". 

"Open your mouth."

I grabbed my wrists behind my back, sticking my chest out slightly, my nipples hard, parting my lips. He slipped a rubber bit gag between them and buckled it at the nape of my neck. 

"My good girl. Back over the couch."

Obediently, I turned and bent over the couch, sticking my bright red ass in the air again. The saliva dripped down my chin from the gag. I heard rustling and a zip from behind me. 

Without warning, he shoved his cock inside me and I moaned deeply. He was big, bigger than I was used to, certainly. He filled every last inch of me, satisfying that deep ache I had between my legs since the night began. I heard him mutter "oh fuck" as he began to thrust into me slowly, giving my body time to accommodate his generous girth. 

Through the gag, I begged, I pleaded. Please. More. More, please. Don't stop. Fuck me. Please fuck me. Please. Oh god, please. 

He slipped easily in and out of me, my wetness slick down my thighs, increasing his pace at my incoherent urging and his obvious need. I reached between my legs and flicked my clit back and forth, getting closer and closer to orgasm as he pounded in to me from behind. Forceful, deep thrusts that pressed my thighs against the back of the sofa, and bounced my tits back and forth. 

He grabbed the strap of the gag roughly, arching my back towards him, saying "You are mine. Come, come for me. Be a good girl and come for me."

In my masochistic bliss, all I could do was moan and smile. I tried to keep his pace with my own hips, pressing back against him at the deepest point of his hard strokes inside me, but lost out to his frenetic rhythm and my fingers on my clit. I tightened around him suddenly, crying out, lost to waves of pleasure, jerking my hips uncontrollably. 

He pulled out, and with a groan, spilled his hot, white cum on my bruised and welted ass. Delicately, he rubbed it into my skin. 

He led me to lay down on the sofa, where he enveloped me in his arms, more tenderly than I honestly would have expected. He kissed me on the forehead and said with a smile "We'll get you a collar on our second date."



A Chance Meeting



My friend Ajay and I were returning from a nightclub one rainy Saturday night, when we saw someone lying by the side of the road. At first we thought that it was a drunkard. But as we came closer, we saw that the person was wearing a dress. We stopped the car and went to inquire. All the while, we kept a vigilant eye around us because we thought it might be a set up to make cars stop for thieves to rob the passengers.

As we neared the body, we were relieved to see that she was breathing. But there were bruises on her face, knees and arms. Furthermore, she was covered in mud and we could not distinguish her face well. Gently, Ajay held her shoulder and shook her. She mumbled something then opened her eyes and sat up. She seemed dazed. 

Upon questioning, she informed us that she had been kidnapped by three people and was being taking somewhere in a van. Luckily, she managed to jump out of the van. Her assailants tried to stop her but did not follow her far as they saw the headlights of some vehicles coming. She succeeded in hiding herself till they left. Then she came out to find a public phone or someone to help her. Unfortunately, she lost consciousness and fell by the side of the road where we found her. 

We helped her to her feet. She walked a few steps and fell unconscious again. On time, Ajay and I grabbed one arm each. We carried her to the car and laid her on the backseat. Then we started to discuss about what to do next. We feared that if we took her to the police, we might be involved in a police case. Even worse: considered as culprits. 

But we couldn't leave her like that. Finally, it was decided to take her to my place, to take care of the wounds ourselves (they were superficial anyway) and wait till she regained her senses. 

So it was that our unconscious friend was brought to my house. 

-*-

Getting her inside the house was not a big problem. The garage leads directly into the house. So no one saw us carrying an unconscious woman, which could easily be confused as dead, inside. We laid her on the sofa. 

Fortunately, it was covered in leather. Imagine the dirt I would have had to clean afterwards if it was cloth. But now is not the time to worry about that. Get back to the story.

I took out the first aid box, some warm wet towels and a blanket. Together, Ajay and I wiped her bruises which could be seen on her arms, elbow and knees. I applied necessary treatment to prevent any infection. All this time she was unconscious but winced when we touch or rubbed too hard on her wounds. As we cleaned the dried mud, we realised how fair skinned she really was. 

Then we moved to her face. As we started cleaning it, an alarm went off, together with a male voice saying, "Warning! Warning! It's the wife!"

She woke up.

And screamed.

Both of us guys had to move back, fearing damage to our eardrums.

Quickly, I covered her mouth and told her we meant her no harm and that she was safe. Then I informed her where we found her and where she was now. To finish, I again reminded her that she would not be hurt by us. 

Slowly I removed my hand from her face, ready to shut her again if she started to shout. She stayed quiet. And we calmed down. 

Except the damn phone which kept resounding.

"Yes," said Ajay into the device, moving to another room.

The girl looked around her. I could see that she was assessing the room. Maybe looking for weapons to use in case we attacked her. 

"Uttam, you have to drop me home quickly. Emergency dude," Ajay hurried into the room and said. He seemed concerned. 

I would have agreed to drive him home but to leave an unknown girl in my house...

I might not have a house when I return...

So how do we do?

"Take the car. Key's on the table."

I knew that if he wanted to tell me about the issue at hand, he would not have said "emergency". So no point in asking. 

My friend took the keys and left hurriedly. As I heard the car reverse and speed off, I realised one thing: I was alone with this woman. May God save me! 

-*-

Immediately, I retreated to a reasonable distance. 

And she curled up on the sofa. Oh my poor sofa! All sullied.

'Attempt to cajole her. Let her know that she has nothing to fear,' I thought to myself.

"Hi. My name's Uttam. Maybe you might have guessed. You are now in my house in Plaine des Roches. We found you in Grand Baie, on the side of the road while returning from a nightclub. You were injured and unconscious. We didn't want the police to doubt us for a foul play; we brought you here to take care of you. We cleaned your wounds, applied antibacterial and were in the process of cleaning the mud on your face when you woke up and tried to tear our eardrums."

'Well done. Some humour is not bad. It will help to settle her,' I congratulated myself.

"By the way, that was my friend, Ajay."

Silence. She observed me for some time. I guess she was judging my sincerity in what I told her.

"Beena." 

"I suppose that's your name. I think you might want to have a warm bath to remove all that dirt on you." Then, continued as she nodded her head. "The bathroom is upstairs. I don't have any lady's clothes but you can use the bathrobe hung in the bathroom. Come, I'll lead the way."

She recoiled further on the sofa. 

Seriously, I was considering throwing that furniture away.

After a few seconds, she made her decision. She opened her arms, put her legs down and stood up. She looked a bit uneasy on her feet but soon steadied herself. She followed me up the stairs by holding the staircase strongly. From time to time, I looked behind me to make sure she was alright and didn't need any help. She did fine. 

I led the way to the bathroom, opened the door and waited for her. She entered the small room, all the while inspecting everything around her. 

"You will find the things you need in the little cabinet," I said and moved away from the door.

Almost instantaneously, I heard the lock on the door. I made my way down the steps and into the living room.

'Oh God! Look at all the mess she has made on the floor too!' I screamed in my head. 'Who's going to clean all that? Obviously me! Who else?!'

I set about mopping the floor. Then, my poor ruined sofa. Luckily, it was only dirt and it came off easily. Still, I would have preferred not having to do it in the first place. 

'Speak about helping some stranger.'

To be honest, I am a freak of maintaining cleanliness and tidiness on my property. I prefer everything to be at its place before and after use. Without being on the obsessive about it. I think...

-*-

Oh! By the way, did I tell you that our unknown guest had no underwear since the beginning? Yep, she is naked under her clothes. At least, I'm sure she has no panties on. 

How do I know?

Well, remember she was recoiled on the sofa? She was in the foetal position and her clothes did not cover her privates well. Neither did her legs. 

Wonder what might have happened before and during her kidnapping. Or was it something else?

What did I get myself into?

-*-

Finally, I finished cleaning. I looked around. Everything was as clean as could be in such short time and each object was where it should be. I left the room to put away the cleaning stuff.

When I returned, she was on the sofa again, in the same foetal position. Her head was on her knees which were tightly circled by her arms. Her fingers were long, thin and well manicured but not varnished. She had fine, little, well manicured toes which enhanced her small feet. 

I must say, she is a knock out beauty. At the beginning I thought she was fair skinned but in fact, it is white. Her black hair was humid from the bath and hung in curls around her face. The shape of her face was triangular. It was beautiful; big rosy cheeks, a fine nose and two light green eyes. Her lips were pink and thin. They were made for kissing. 

I stop my description of her here. 

She seemed in deep thought and wasn't paying attention to her posture. Her feet were slightly apart again and again displaying her intimates. 

I walked in the room and sat on the sofa to her left. This way, I would not be distracted by her feet and what's on display.

After I sat, I started talking to her. 

"Would you like to inform someone?"

"Nobody must know that I am not in my house," she simply said.

"HUH!" was all I could think of to express my surprise. 

Nobody must know that I am not in my house. What's this now? 

"Am sorry but I don't understand. Why don't you want anyone to know you are not home? You went through such a traumatic situation. You must be having someone who is looking for you. I'm sure by now or by morning your absence will be noticed."

She kept quiet.

What did I get myself into? 

This kept coming to my mind. Like the notes of a song which I was starting to dislike. 

"To me, this is a surprising situation. You were abducted. You were harmed. You succeeded to escape. You fell unconscious in a ditch. You are taken to a strange place. By two people you don't know. If I were a girl and in your situation, I'd do anything to get away from this place and look for some place secure."

"This place is not so bad."

Excuse me! Did she just call my house 'not so bad'! I spend half my salary to maintain this place perfect. And she says 'not so bad'! What does she think of herself! Calm down, boy. She knows not what she says. She is in shock.

But then she adds...

"This place is not as luxurious as mine or big. Nor secure, as it seems. Normally, I would never stay in a place like this but I can't really complain. Can I?"

I swear I turned red trying to hold in my breath. And temper, of course.

'Did she get a knock on the head too? And that has caused mental trauma?'

Calm down, boy.

"What do you think of yourself, woman!?" I finally lashed out. "I assure you that insulting your host and saviour like this could lead to you spending the night outdoors."

"Oh, as the princess of this state, of course."

'Yep, that's mental problem. Definitely.'

"Your Highness. Please allow me to say something," I said with all reverence due for a person of high ranking. "You are now in Mauritius and this country has become independent 47 years ago and a republic since 1992. So you being a princess of this state is totally impossible. I would suggest you received a knock to the head and lost sense of reality."

"Are you calling your princess insane?"

Exactly.

"Yes ma'am. As a matter of fact, I am."

"How dare you!"

And she jumped on me. Literally. With hand in front and manicured nails as weapon, she scratched my face and neck. I managed to spare my eyeballs. Narrowly. I had fallen on the floor and she was all over me. Hitting with her knee and feet as well as using her hands in the fight. The only words that came to my mind then were 'wild cat'.

Somehow I managed to catch her hands with mine and block her legs in between mine. But the position we were in led her whole body be over mine. I could feel her upper body pressed on my own and in between my legs I felt her privates onto my penis. By this time we both realised the situation we were in. Yet, she managed to hit me with her knee onto my balls.

It hurt like hell. Releasing her, I placed my hands in between my legs and rolled in pain on the floor. She immediately retreated to a corner of the room. In anger and suffering, I ran after her. I only had one idea in mind: vengeance. She had to suffer as much as I am. 

We ran around the living room with me finally catching the tail end of her bathrobe in my hands. Quickly I gave a sharp pull on it. She continued running ahead of me for a few steps. Then, shrieked loudly. 

-*-

It was at that moment that I realised that I was still holding the robe which had come loose while running and then off her when I pulled on it. I stared at the piece of clothing in my hand for some time. When I finally raised my head, she was crouching behind the sofa. Her arms were trying to cover her breasts. From where I was standing I could only see her head and back only.

"Give it back to me!" she demanded.

Realising the upper hand I had on her, I decided to maximise on it. 

"So, you think my house is just 'not bad'. And you are the princess of this country?"

"No, I was just fooling around with you. Your house is beautiful, well maintained, beautifully decorated and in pristine condition. Also, I am not a princess. That was just to pull your legs. Please give me the robe now."

I pretended to be thinking on it. But then I had already decided what to do next.

"Ok. I'll give it to you. But, you have to come out from behind that furniture."

She looked surprised by my condition. "And to think that I started thinking you were a nice guy. Please, let me get the robe back. Be the gentleman that you are."

"You don't accept my condition? Ok. Then you will have to answer my questions."

"What questions?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm Beena."

"That I know. Who is Beena? What does she do in life?"

"Really? You don't recognise me? Don't you read newspapers? Look carefully at my face. Try to remember where you saw my face."

"What the..." I started but then changed tactics and instead asked, "Do you remember who you are? Apart from the name?"

"OMG! Really! You haven't realised who I am?" she seemed in great trouble believing that I don't know who she is. The way she says it, it seems people realise who she is everywhere she goes and she doesn't need to introduce herself. "Do you have a newspaper? Or better, you have internet access?"

She looks around her while talking. No doubt looking for a newspaper or a computer. Of course she won't find any of it here. I don't buy newspapers but read them on my laptop, which at the moment is in my study. Quietly, I fetch the laptop from there, all the while wondering why she seems so offended I haven't comprehended who she is. 

When I came back she was still behind the sofa, covering herself with the drape I use to cover that sofa.

"Here," I said, handing the switched on device to her.

She immediately took it from me and opened a browser. I stood behind her as she typed in the search bar: Beena and her family name.

-*-

Even before she pressed enter, I had made the connection. But it was hard to imagine that the person in my living, sitting with my laptop on her exposed legs could be the daughter of a king. Not a real king but the king of business nonetheless; one of the richest men in the country, from the richest family on the island. 

No doubt the bitch found my house 'okay'. She has been used to luxury all her life. And she called herself the princess earlier. Bloody hell! What did I get myself into?!

I started wondering what else was in store for me in term of surprises. Suddenly, I grasped that she has escaped a failed kidnapping. And it surely has something to do with money. Ransom maybe. Then, possibly, the kidnappers are still looking for her. Or they have followed my car to my house. And now they are waiting outside for the right time to attack. 

What the hell have I got myself into! I may be in danger also. Oh god!

My realisation must have shown on my face because she was looking at me with the unmistakable expression of someone who has the upper hand on someone else. 

"Yes, so now you know who I am, I suppose you also realise why I was being abducted and that I was lucky to escape. But don't worry. They haven't followed us. I know because by now they would have already come in to finish the job. And they would not hesitate to kill if necessary." She added the last part with that air of superiority I had started to hate. 

Many thoughts were running in my mind. Some about the security measures I had taken to prevent theft in my house. Some for my own security. And some for the ways to kill this 'princess' so that she stopped having fun at my expense. But I need to first calm down and start putting pieces of this increasingly confusing, and dangerous, situation together.

"Now that the introductions have been made, let us return to the fact that you don't want anyone to know where you are now," I said. 

Putting my laptop on the table, she stood up and covered herself decently with the drape she was using as body cover. Then she came close to me, raising her left arm. When it was sufficiently uncovered, she turned to show me something. 

"You see this," she said, indicating to a spot on her shoulder, "It is here that I have been injected with a tracking device. Wherever I am, my family knows it. It is very precise."

For a second, I started believing her words. But then she broke out laughing. Again, she was making a fool of me. How naïve can I be? 

"I knew you were too much into science fiction and spy movies by looking at the wallpaper on the laptop."

And she laughed harder. 

I must admit that I did think along those lines. After all, it is a possibility nowadays to have tracking devices implanted in you in cases of abduction. Especially for rich or important people. 

But then I had a realisation that she had shown me where she must have been vaccinated as a kid. 

"Oh, go to hell dumb woman!"

Just then, the wall clock chimed to indicate it was two o'clock in the morning. And just then she yawned loudly. In so doing she stretched her arms to suggest that she was feeling sleepy. 

My heartbeat accelerated because I almost saw her naked breasts as the drape almost fell down. Seizing the opportunity, she snatched the robe which was still in my hands. But I held on to it. I couldn't let go so easily of the little advantage I had on the shrewd woman.

"No, you won't get away so easily," I said and gave a quick jerk on the robe to pull it to me. 

Since she held firmly to it I could not make her let go. But what happened was better that what I expected. 

-*-

In an attempt to get the robe back, she couldn't handle the cloth she had wrapped herself in. And it fell down. Exposing her naked and glorious body to me.

All I could do was staring and admire her perfect beauty. She was simply magnificent: pure white skin, no freckles, hour-glass body. She had perky breasts, topped by soft, pink nipples. Her circle around her nipple was slightly darker than her skin. She must be size 34.

Further down, all I could take in was that she was shaved. Confirming what I had seen earlier during the night. 

When she saw me engrossed in contemplating her body, she let go of the fight and stood brazenly in front of me, as if taunting me to look at her. Her eyes were saying: 'Look as much as you want, you pervert. Look at this body which you can only dream to make yours.'

Finally, I averted my eyes. I threw the robe at her. I didn't care if she took that as a sign of weakness, shame or what else. All I knew was I had taken undue advantage of the situation. My anger against her had disappeared during that time. 

"I knew you are a true gentleman. You would not take advantage of a situation. But you needed the upper hand to get some answers," she said after wearing the robe, wrapping it tightly around her and tying it in place tightly.

She came in front of me. 

"I'm sorry for leading you on like that. But I needed to assess your intentions. It forms part of the training given to me specifically for this kind of situations." 

When she saw the puzzled look on my face, she continued.

"You see, my family knows that we may be targets for people looking for some easy money. So, since young we have been trained in self defence for one on one fight, observing our surrounding as well as our kidnappers. It helps to find useful information which could lead to an escape or later, to recognise our attackers if they were hiding their faces. Every information is useful."

I was wondering whether she was again making fun of me or being truthful. But she seemed sincere.




A Chance Meeting



"And what have you concluded so far?"

"Three things. First, you are not a threat to me. Second, you live alone, no wife, no children, no girlfriend. Third, you are easily distracted. You wanted some answers from me but got strayed on the way. You need refocusing." 

"So far, so good."

"Last, but not the least, you are very handsome," she interrupted me. "Which is a problem because you also seem like a pervert, judging by the way you keep ogling my body; trying to see down my cleavage or up my legs. But I guess it's natural since I have such gorgeous breasts and sexy legs. And I have been kind of testing you." 

"You bloody wicked woman!"

"Okay, now that I've said it all out, can I have something to eat? I'm starving." 

"What would the lady like to have as late night dinner?" I asked with mocked reverence. 

"Oh, a fruit salad, no vinegar, no onion, but lots of mozzarella cheese, and a glass of red wine," she quipped with the same superior-to-you smile. But then she added almost pleadingly. "Seriously, I am feeling very hungry after all the adrenaline that had run in my body since the beginning of this adventure. Now that things have calmed down I crave for food."

"OK. Let me see what I can do."

With this I went into the kitchen to find something to give my guest. There were some biscuits on the shelves, some fruits in the fridge and the leftovers from my lunch of the day. Beena had followed me into the kitchen and grabbed the plate from my hands. Without losing time she started eating using her fingers. 

It was so funny. A filthily rich girl in my kitchen, voraciously eating my leftovers and with her fingers.

I almost started laughing. Suddenly, she stopped, complained about the food being too spicy but kept on eating. That's when I burst out laughing. 

"Not fair!" she cried out with her mouth still full.

Still laughing, I filled a glass of water and handed it to her.

"You must be savouring the one chance you got to enjoy the upper hand on me tonight," she taunted.

I just nodded, realising at that precise moment that it was completely true. I had been kind and foolish enough to let her manipulate me the whole evening.

When she finally finished the plate, I took out another half filled take away container and handed it to her. 

"Here, you may finish this if you want," I said teasingly. 

To my utter surprise she took it and started eating again. She was doing it because she was real hungry and not because I was teasing her. Finally, I pulled out a chair and led her to sit on it. Then, I left for the spare bedroom to make the bed for my rich uninvited guest. 

This room is usually my working space from home because I rarely receive guests due to my odd hours of work. There were a lot of files, document holders lying here and there. On the bed was laid a heap washed clothes that I planned to iron and fold on the next day. I know it sounds odd considering my obsession for order, but it was the workspace. Some bits of information were in this sheet, some in another. This chaos was ordered. I knew exactly where each item was and could restore them quickly. 

I started by collecting the documents for work first and put them in their pre defined spaces. For the clothes, I pulled together the four corners of the bed sheet, made it in a ball and laid it in a corner. I will keep it in my room later. Next, I took out a fresh sheet and spread it on the bed. When the bed was made, I went in the kitchen to inform Beena that the bed was made and show her the way.

But she was not in the kitchen. I went to the bathroom. Not there too. Room by room I searched for her everywhere in the house. But she was nowhere to be found. I started worrying. By the time I searched the whole house, my fear had increased ten folds. I even searched outdoors in vain. 

It was like she disappeared into thin air. But the plates in the sink, the drape of the couch, my laptop on the coffee table with the browser still open on her profile, the dirty clothes in the bathroom, all indicated that I did not have an illusion. The doors were closed, I had checked during the search. 

So where was she? 

Did the kidnappers come in, catch her and leave without my noticing?

So many questions came to mind. In addition to the one nagging me since the beginning: What did I get myself into?

-*-

oot! Toot! TOOT! TOOT!

The alarm woke me up. I pressed the snooze button and laid my head down. Then I jumped up when images from last night came to my mind.

I was in bed under the quilt. But I couldn't remember at what time I got in here. All I remember was the headache I had developed with so many unanswerable questions running in my head.

Trying hard to find any logic was bringing back the head ache again. So I got out of bed and freshened myself. When I opened the cupboard to take out fresh clothes, the bundle of clothes I had hidden in there tumbled out. Further proof that last night was not my imagination.

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This is my first story, written a while ago and finally submitting now. Your suggestions and comments are welcome.