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Cafe

By: Electra042



The outdoor cafe was filled with people, tourists and locals alike, all searching for a small piece of blessed shade in which to escape the brutal noonday sun. On the spice laden breeze drifted snatches of conversation in a dozen languages, most of them unfamiliar to Kyle but he found the rhythm of the strange words oddly relaxing.

As he took a slip of the strong, sweet brew that passed as coffee in these parts, he glanced over the many patrons and amused himself by trying to guess where they were from. In one corner, sat two Americans carrying on a friendly, if somewhat heated debate with a German while in another corner a Japanese couple snapped pictures of anything that moved. On his left was a table of locals engaged in a rousing game of dominoes while their veiled women chattered amongst themselves. 

Kyle watched the unintentional entertainment for a few more minutes then decided to go back to his hotel room for a quick shower and a nap before his next meeting. Just as he was about to get up to leave, she walked in.

Dressed in a cream coloured business suit that in any other part of the world would be considered modest, seemed scandalously short and drew the attention of every male in the cafe. Her short dark hair framed a face that seemed both aloof and exotic but what really caught his attention was her chocolate brown eyes. They were dark pools that a man could willingly lose his soul in if he dared to stare too long. Her gaze swept across the room, lingered briefly on him before continuing on. Making her way through the crowded cafe, she chose a table a few feet in front of him, signalled a waiter and sat down. The waiter, a boy of no more than fourteen, rushed over to take her order while nervously wiping his hands on a dirty apron. The lad couldn’t tear his eyes away from her bare legs and she had to repeat her order twice before he hurried away.

Kyle smiled himself and looked down at his newspaper. He didn’t blame the boy in the least for staring at the woman’s long tanned legs and he idly wondered if she had any tan lines. When he looked up from his paper, he was surprised to see her calmly gazing at him, a small smile playing about her ruby lips. The boy brought her drink, something tall and cold with a straw. He found himself staring at her mouth as she took a sip; the way her tinted lips held the straw firmly but gently, and how her cheeks hollowed as she sucked up the liquid; the smooth curve of her throat as she swallowed. 

She put the glass back and tossed the few coins onto the table before standing and smoothing her tight skirt over her hips. Turning to leave, she seemed to change her mind and look back at Kyle. With a crook of her finger she motioned for him to follow her and led the way out of the cafe.

He hesitated for only a moment before getting up and following the mystery woman out into the crowded marketplace. A voice in the back of his mind asked him what the hell he was doing but he ignored his common sense and walked out into the hot sun. She led him away from the main square and down the a few narrow alleyways without ever looking back to see if he was following. At last she stopped in front of a wood and iron door, pushed it open and stepped inside.

Again Kyle hesitated briefly then followed the woman into the building. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust after the brightness from outside but as she led him down a tiled staircase to the pool, he realised he was in a bath house. The air was moist and cool after the heat of the day and he caught the scent of gardenias. The only sounds he heard was that of his own footsteps echoing off the ceramic walls and the tinkling splash of a waterfall in that emptied into the pool.

She stopped in front of a low marble bench and, turning to face him, removed her jacket. The blouse she wore beneath it was so sheer that even in the dim light he could clearly see the soft curve of her breasts and the dark jutting peaks of her nipples. Her fingers moved with hypnotic slowness as she undid the row of pearl buttons and let the blouse hang loose and open to his hungry gaze.

Turning her back to him as she kicked off her shoes, she reached behind her back to unzip her skirt and slowly, teasingly, slid it down her rounded hips and let it fall to the floor. The thin band of a white lace thong disappeared between the firm of globes of her ass and she looked over her shoulder at him, smiling as she inched it down her hips. The smile was both wicked and inviting.

Kyle stepped toward her, drawn by base urges to run his hands over the tanned skin of her ass. She sighed with pleasure and swayed her hips in his grip. She reached back and drew his head forward until their lips touched in a hot passionate kiss. Her lips were warm and demanding and Kyle could feel the answering rush of desire in his belly.

She turned in his arms and began to undress him, carelessly dropping the clothes to the cool marble floor in her haste to taste his naked flesh. Each new area she uncovered; shoulders, chest, stomach, she would explore with her hands and her mouth, tasting and teasing each new inch of his tingling flesh. Her lips moved across chest, her tongue flicking across his nipples and he gasped when she caught the hardening flesh in her teeth and tugged on them playfully. Her hands drifted down over his waist and hips as her mouth moved down over his stomach.

Kyle looked down at her and held his breath in anticipation. His cock was hard, the dark flesh pulsing with need and when her hand drifted down to cradle his balls he groaned aloud in pleasure. Her hands were cool and her touch firm and skilled as she stroked him. Suddenly, she looked up at his face, smiled and led him by his cock to the edge of the pool.

The pool had several steps cut into the marble and she indicated she wanted him to sit down on the top step. Intrigued, he did as he was asked, letting the warm water lap over his legs and balls. She stood on the top step with a foot on either side of his hips, the sculpted mound of her pussy mere inches from his nose. The scent of her excitement and the obvious invitation was impossible to resist and, grabbing her hips he pushed his mouth against her sweet, moist flesh

Flicking his tongue over her nether lips, he heard her groan softly and her fingers clutched his hair to urge him on. The hard bud of her clit pulsed hotly as he sucked it into his mouth and massaged it with his tongue. He could feel her wet nectar oozing over his chin as he sucked and her body began to tremble.

Quickly, he pulled her down into his lap until the jutting tip of his cock parted the lips of her pussy. Her arms moved around his neck and she slowly lowered herself over the thick shaft. She could feel it stretching the soft spongy walls of her pussy and she closed her eyes to better feel the exquisite sensation of him entering her, fully, completely.

The walls of her pussy throbbed around him and it was all Kyle could do not to plunge into her over and over again. He pulled her mouth down to his knowing she would taste herself on his lips and, as he thrust his tongue between her lips, he felt her respond hungrily.

Their bodies began to move together, his cock sliding deep with each urgent thrust. His hands slid up her body to her firm breasts to caress and fondle her trembling flesh. The taut peaks of her nipples were like pebbles against the palm of his hand and he bent to suckle first one than the other.

The woman’s groans became louder and echoed off the tiled walls of the room and he could feel her body tense with her approaching orgasm. The wild thrusting of his cock into her clutching pussy drove his own body towards its inevitable release. He could feel the hot cum boiling through his balls and flooding through his cock to spew deep within her. Locked together in shattering orgasm their bodies jerked once, twice, and then were still.

When at last she felt him soften and withdraw from her she slipped off his lap and swam into deeper water. When she smiled, her cheeks still held the rosy afterglow of orgasm. “Come here often?”

Cafe Affair



The way a woman smells is more of a turn on than almost anything else. Of course I do love the way women look and have a preference for those with a fuller figure and a great smile but if that womanly scent is masked with strong perfume and layers of product it just turns me off. I love the smell of an unwashed body, not festering and gross, just that end of the day smell, the scent of sweat, ozone and, if I'm lucky enough to find someone to indulge with, the smell of urine and pussy soaked into the delicate fabric of a pair of panties pulled tight against swollen, plump cunt lips.

My wife knows this, knows just what I like. She'll return from work and as we make dinner or deal with the evening chores she'll surreptitiously stroke her pussy through the fabric of her pants, her fingers picking up that perfect womanly scent and as she's passing or as I'm cooking she'll come up behind me and hold her fingers beneath my nose. I'll breath deeply and savour the smell and sometimes she'll push her fingers into my mouth and I'll lick them clean. 

...............................

We're no strangers to swinging and swapping and have had the occasional adventure alone so one night, as we lay in bed, I told my wife about Michelle. She listened to my brief description and asked me to tell her what I wanted to happen. I told her in great detail and she stroked her pussy through her knickers, teasing me by letting me smell her and then pushing her fingers inside as I became more explicit with my fantasy. She came as I finished my story, a gentle, mini orgasm. She looked at me and smiled. 

"I don't mind," she said, "just come back and tell me all about it and if she's that hot, bring her back to play."

...............................

I work from home and our house is in an area with a great many fantastic coffee shops within just a short walk. I have a favourite that is large and noisy but has a great vibe, is pretty quirky and serves great coffee. Sometimes I'm there for just that; a Long Macc, just to satisfy the caffeine fix. Other times, when less busy I stay for lunch. The waitresses are lovely, not stunning, just plain and lovely. One wears very short shorts and has little bows tattooed on the backs of her legs. Another is young, early 20's, quite dumpy and has the most fabulous smile and personality. I'd just so love to have my head beneath her dress at the end of a hard day, my face pressed into her cunt as she rubs herself against me. There's the tall lesbian with all manner of piercings and wild coloured hair; she's really funny and sarcastic, very dry and, unless you know her, she might seem a little prickly. She makes the best coffee. There's demure English girl whose only make up is a shocking pink lipstick. She has very blond, almost white hair and of course, I fantasise that when the place closes they all strip of and luxuriate in each other every evening.

I try to sit on the same table. It's a long communal bench and I like to sit closest to the wall. The wifi signal is strongest there and I often take my laptop and work but it's also the spot that gives you the best view over the whole area and I love people watching. I'd seen Michelle a few times over the past couple of weeks, sometimes she called in just for a take away, other times she'd sit with a salad. She must be mid to late forties. She looks elegant and well dressed and is always alone. She has long blond hair, streaked with flashes of dark copper and red tones but she always wears it up, tied in a large bunch at the back. She wears large sunnies which she swaps for glasses as soon as she enters, black rimmed but fading to transparent on top of the lenses. She has a full figure, not fat really, just curvy and womanly with large breasts that she seems to tape down to her chest because they squash out the sides of her top. Every now and then, when she's wearing a tight top I catch a glimpse of a beautiful roll of plump flesh around her waist. Her hips are wide and her arse shapely, as are her legs which narrow down to toned calf muscles and slender ankles.

Just over a week ago my day was quiet, I had some research to do and it was pretty warm so I thought I'd sit in the cafe and work there. It was reasonably busy when I got there but I was fortunate that my favourite spot was free. I'd been working for around 30 minutes, looking up occasionally as it filled to overflowing with the lunch crowd. I watched Michelle order and stop to look around the space for a comfortable seat. There was just one table free at the other side of the room; four seats, not good when you're alone in a busy cafe and some seating outside in the hot, bright sun. Just as she took a step toward the large table the two people on the bench opposite me stood to leave. Their movement caught her eye and she smiled at them as they passed. She wandered over and sat against the wall, directly opposite me. I smiled and said hi and she smiled back.

Although I love this cafe, when busy, the service is dire and today it was heaving. 30 minutes was a long time to wait for a salad and I was beginning to give up hope when Lesbian came over with my plate covered in thinly sliced fennel and wedges of blood orange, micro greens and all manner of seeds and nuts. She dropped it down in front of me, leant on the table and bent her head to my ear.

"You're fucking lucky you came when you did," she said, just loud enough for me to hear, "some of these cunts won't see their lunch for hours." 

She stood without waiting for my reaction and turned towards the kitchen. I chuckled and turned back to my laptop and food. I caught Michelle's eye, obviously curious about what she'd said so secretively. I smiled but didn't think she'd appreciate the news. She smiled back, a questioning look on her face, hoping I'd tell her what was said,

"How long did you wait for that?" she asked

I screwed my face up a little to emphasise my dissatisfaction, "About half an hour."

Michelle turned her mouth down in mock sadness, "I bet I'll be here bloody ages then." she paused and looked at my plate, "It's a shame, I ordered the same and it looks lovely."

I stood and walked over to the cutlery table and picked up another set. Returning I offered her my plate and handed her the cutlery.

"We can share," I offered, "I'm not that hungry."

Of course she refused and I insisted and eventually she picked up the fork. I closed my laptop and we began talking. Michelle is married but like many women here, her husband is on a fly in fly out contract. He earns enough for her not to have to work but she enjoys her garden and does some voluntary work. She also writes, something I had always wanted to pursue and that is what we talked about, her stories, articles, books. She'd had little published, mostly local press and newsletter type things, it was a hobby and she enjoyed the process, had little interest in any reward or recognition.

We sat for more than an hour and by the time her salad arrived we had little interest for it and so it was transferred to a small cardboard box and went home with her. We swapped numbers and for the next week or so we'd text each other whenever we were heading to the cafe. We sat in the same space and just had a laugh and at the end of the week Michelle broached the subject of my wife.

"Wouldn't she be worried about her husband meeting someone in a cafe like this?" she asked me.

I smiled and reassured her, brushed it off as 'just coffee' but she didn't seem convinced.

"She has other men friends," I told her, "I have friends who are women, there's really no big deal, not for us anyway. I'm sure she'd like to meet you, we're attracted to the same people." She understood my meaning, there was no need for me to be explicit.

"Am I attractive to you then?"

"Definitely and I'm sure Jenn would think so too. I sit here because I like to see who comes and goes and I've always cast a sly, admiring glance your way."

"I had noticed, though you do it well, it's not obvious." 

We were silent for a few seconds and both sipped at our coffee, not breaking eye contact. It seemed that Michelle had thought about meeting me for more than just coffee, as I had thought of her but the next step seemed to be a bigger issue for her than I. 

"When my husband accepted this job that we knew it might be difficult being apart but we're doing it for the long term. We're renting here, it's convenient and in 5 years we'll be mortgage free, and free!" she paused, "I do find it hard though, in lots of ways."

There was certainly some hidden meaning behind what she was saying, it wasn't an open invitation but she also wasn't closing the subject down.

"Jenn and I just enjoy other people," I told her, clarifying just exactly the kind of relationship we have, "sometimes we're together, sometimes apart but there are no secrets between us, I've already told her about the hot woman I meet in the cafe most days."

Michelle laughed, "Hot?"

"Damn right, I think you're very hot."

She laughed again, a little embarrassed and then we sat in silence for a few moments.

"What do you like most about seeing other women then, what is missing from your marriage to make you want to do that?" Michelle asked, breaking the tension.

"Mostly it's the excitement that Jenn gets out of it. I love seeing her with other people, love hearing about her experiences with others and love watching her as I tell her about mine. I enjoy being with other women at that moment, when I am with them but the real fun happens when I tell Jenn or when she gets involved with us"

Michelle thought for a second, "It must get boring though, don't you crave something more, something different or extreme each time to keep the thrill going?"

"I know what I like and I'm quite adventurous and open, vanilla is not what I look for."

"Oooh, this is all very interesting for a writer, what do you look for?" she asked and leant forward.

I smiled and moved closer to her, staring into her eyes, "Now that does sound interesting, want to play a game?"

Michelle grinned "Yes, what?"

"Write about me, us, Jenn and I. Interview me and I'll tell you everything."

"When?" Michelle snapped back at me enthusiastically

"I'm ready."

Michelle said nothing, just stood and grabbed her bag. We left there together and walked around 15 minutes to her house. It was tucked into a side street and hidden behind a high wall, Frangipani's growing tall in the front garden. We stepped into the hall and Michelle pushed the door closed behind me, brushing up against me as she did so. I wanted to catch hold of her and kiss her but was worried we might end up fucking right there on the floor and there was more fun to be had yet.

I followed her into the lounge, a large corner sofa sitting on the polished wooden floor. Michelle found a pad and pencil and we sat opposite each other at the corner.

She smiled, tight lipped and nervous, "Go on." she said.

"Where should I start?" I asked

"I don't know, maybe with what you like. If vanilla is not your flavour then what is?"

"Okay."

I described what I liked, my love for fuller figured women, great eyes and a smile. How I love watching Jenn being fucked by another man or woman, describing situations we'd been in, watching another man's cock slide slowly in and out of her, how we'd been to several glory holes and I'd watched Jenn suck and fuck strangers cocks. How I considered myself cock friendly, that I like sucking other men, particularly if they've just been inside a woman's pussy and how I liked to lick my own or another mans cum from Jenn's body. I told her I liked anal sex and women that squirted when they came and that I could watch two women kissing for hours. I told her all this in explicit detail but I saved my most erotic turn on for last.

"I love the way a woman smells." I told her, "I love it when a woman has the aroma of the day on her, especially if she hasn't washed her pussy that day and I get to lick and taste her. I love the smell of stale urine in a woman's knickers and the way that, when wet and aroused, the smell of their pussy, the wetness makes the scent on the fabric even stronger."

I could see Michelle was very agitated, she hadn't written anything down for more than ten minutes and was staring wide eyed, visualising the scenes I described. She carried on staring into space as she asked her next question.

"Do you like watersports?"

"I like to watch a woman pee," I said, "I love the hot fluid on my cock and love it when a woman pees on me but no higher than my chest and I don't really like the taste."

"What about poo?" she asked and then snapped back to life and looked at me, another embarrassed smile drawing over her lips

I laughed at the childish way she'd said the word 'poo', "No, I don't like that." I replied, "In fact, although I love the smell of a woman a dirty arse is not very pleasant. I'd love to push my tongue into your arse but only if it's clean."

It took a second for what I'd said to sink in.

"My arse?" Michelle asked

I stopped for a second and thought, "Yes, your arse."

Michelle cleared her throat and fanned her face dramatically as she stood. "Sorry, give me a second."

She looked very flustered and stepped up into the kitchen area and down a corridor towards the back of the house. She was gone a few minutes and when she returned she stopped in the kitchen then walked over with two large glasses of water. I sat on the edge of the sofa as she handed one to me and I drank some then placed it on the floor and watched her finish hers, gulping it down and panting heavily as she bent to place her glass next to mine.

She said nothing as she stood and raised her right foot, placing it on the sofa beside me. At the same time, staring into my eyes, she ruffled her skirt up to her waist, her fingers trembling and her breathing rapid and shallow. She revealed a pair of deep red knickers that covered a mat of dark hair that grew up over the top of the waistband. She placed her fingers from her free hand in my fringe and slowly slid them through my hair to the back of my head then applied some pressure and pulled my face close to her pussy, pushing herself forward at the same time.

"I washed my arse hole for you." she said and I closed my eyes, pressed my nose to the gusset of her panties and took a deep breath.

The smell made my mouth water, she couldn't have washed her pussy that day at all and the strong smell of urine tingled my nose. I pushed my nose down lower and she parted her legs more as I drew breath again. Her skin was sticky with sweat and she had a strong odour that made me hungry to push my tongue into her. I licked at the soft, plump skin between her legs and tasted her saltiness then ran my tongue over the smooth, silk fabric. A delicate flavour rippled along my tongue and I squeezed my tongue between the soft, sticky flesh of her legs and the rough, scratchy hem of her knickers, loving the scent on my nostrils and the salty taste on my tongue. I pushed further and further down until I'd pushed the edge of the fabric up into the crease of her groin and her pussy lips bulged, filling the gusset of her knickers looking amazingly delicious and plump. I closed my mouth over them and sucked and moaned at the intense flavour. I wanted more and ate at her hungrily, trying to slip my tongie inside her pants to lick her swollen lips clean but the fabric was too tight. I hooked my fingers into the gusset of her knickers and pulled them away from her pussy to release more of her scent. They stuck to her skin and hairs as I turned them outwards to take a closer look and could see a faint patch of yellowy, milky fluid staining the red silk, diluted by a fresh patch of wetness, possibly a dribble of pee, maybe a secretion of sex or my saliva. I pressed my nose to them and sniffed at the strong odour and my cock responded, hurting against the restriction of my underwear and growing as hard as can be. I pushed out my tongue and licked the sticky patch then pushed against the fabric with my fingers and sucked it into my mouth. The flavour was strong and acidic and it made my tongue twitch and cut into my throat. I sucked them clean, moaning with pleasure, pressing my nose against her plump pussy, soaking the pants with my saliva and lapping at them, probing with my tongue to find every morsel of womanly fluid. When finished I carefully pulled them to one side and through the thick, dark hair I could see a pair of large brown, wrinkled lips, wet with clear pussy juice, quivering and desperate to be sucked into my mouth and cleaned.

Michelle squatted down a little more and I held the fabric away from her, parted her lips with my free hand and licked the brown, swollen folds of skin. She moaned above me as my soft tongue pressed against her cleaning her hair of the days sweat and stale urine that had gathered, then louder still as I pushed the tip into her to get to the thick cream oozing from her cunt. My nose in her soft pubes and plump belly became coated in the strong scent so every breath made me want more. I ate her, sucking her lips into my mouth, moaning loudly, loving her taste and smell, pushing my tongue deep into her and rubbing the tip of my nose across her large, hard clit.

I wanted her to cum in my mouth, wanted her to explode but she kept swaying and grabbing my shoulder to steady herself and I knew she couldn't be too comfortable. I held her hips and stood, moving behind her, pushing her forward to kneel on the edge of the sofa. She complied and I exposed her round arse to the air, knelt on the floor and once again, buried my nose into her as I pulled the fabric over one of her soft cheeks. Her arse hole was tight, wrinkled ridges of brown skin puckered into a tiny entrance formed by her strong sphincter muscles, the faint smell of perfumed soap from the hair that extended past her pussy and around her brown hole. I flicked my tongue over her and she jumped and squeaked. As I did it again with more pressure and I used the tips of my fingers on her cunt lips, parting them, stroking them and pushing a small amount into her, massaging her folds. She pushed back on me and I began to wriggle the tip of my tongue into her tight hole, my fingers pushing deeper as I did. When two fingers were inside her to the knuckle, coated in a thick layer of creamy white lubricant my tongue was as far into her arse as I could get and she rocked back and forth onto me. Her hole was tight and squeezed my tongue, her pussy juice trickled down to my wrist and I pulled my fingers from her and wiped the flavour all around her arse hole. I pushed my fingers into her again then withdrew them and licked them clean and once more pushed them slowly into her sticky pussy. I licked her arse clean of pussy juice, smearing it over my face and then forced my tongue back into her arse.

She was moaning loudly, her face buried in the soft cushion of the sofa. I felt her fingers on her clit and slowly withdrew my own from inside her plump, tight pussy, sat back and wiped them over my face before I licked them clean and watched her rubbing herself with some vigour.

"Don't stop." she said loudly, her voice muffled and I returned my tongue to fucking her arse. I pushed one finger just inside her wet pussy and moved it in firm but gentle circles she cried out that she was about to come and I increased the pressure just a small amount, finding her G spot and focussing the pressure against the ridge.

She raised herself from the sofa and shouted 'shit' in a long drawn out way as her orgasm built from her toes to the top of her head. I pulled my tongue from her and began flicking it over the ridges of her brown hole as my finger was forced out of her and a huge squirt of her cum soaked my shirt sleeve.

"Oh, fuck yes, Michelle," I told her, "cum all over me, show me your cum." and I pulled her lips apart and licked at her arse again.




Cafe Affair



She growled a deep, throaty roar and another squirt sprayed from her and I told her I wanted it in my mouth, I closed my lips over her cunt and swallowed the next, less powerful squirt of bitter tasting liquid then licked the final trickles from her until she slumped forward in a heap.

It had taken less than five minutes for her orgasm to come but, from her reaction, it was one that had been building for some time. She turned her head from the cushion and still panting and with eyes closed she smiled,

"My god, you don't know how good that was."

I smiled back and looked down at my shirt as she looked at me.

"Oh shit!" she said, twisting herself round into sitting before me, "I'm sorry, I didn't realise there was that much."

My shirt clung to my chest and stomach, a wet patch darkened my jeans and a puddle had formed on the floor between my legs.

"Don't apologise, I thought it was amazing." I reassured her

She leant forward and kissed me for the first time and as she did she began to unbutton my shirt. When it was off she stood and held out her hand.

"Come with me."

I took her hand and she led me down the corridor to the master bedroom at the back of the house. To one side was the en suite, a large wet room with an enormous shower head in one corner a large mirror above his and hers sinks and a bright orange acrylic stool against the wall. She took the stool and placed it in the middle of the room, stripped naked, told me to undress and sit then she stood astride me, bent forward and we kissed again. Close up and naked she looked amazing. She had the most beautiful tanned, smooth skin, dark, downy hairs over her arms and face and delicate stretch marks on her stomach. Her breasts were smaller than they looked when dressed but she had very dark and very hard nipples that pointed straight out that I wanted so desperately to suck on. She reached down and began stroking my length, pulling my foreskin down to expose the head and then squeezing as she pulled it back. She broke the kiss and looked down at my cock, a bead of clear fluid forming at the tip which made her drop to her knees and, looking into my eyes, she licked it from me and moaned like she was eating the most intense chocolate desert, the vibrations travelling down my cock and into my balls. She stood again and we kissed as she went back to wanking me, her other hand fumbling between her own legs. 

I felt a couple drips of hot fluid against my stomach, then more and then a trickle. Michelle laughed as she kissed me and then stood, squatted and held her lovely brown labia open as a stream of burning hot pee hit my stomach and she moved to direct it at my cock.

"Wank for me, I've always wanted to do this." she said and I did so, watching the clear fluid leave her body and splash all over me.

"Fuck, that's amazing," I said, entranced by the powerful stream from her body, so turned on by the filthiness of the situation, her round, soft belly in front of me and the smell of her cunt still in my nostrils. "It's not going to take me long to cum."

She squatted again and held her pussy close to me so each upward stroke of my hand would thump firmly into her clit and lips. She moaned and told me she wanted to feel my cum then moved so the tip of my cock was just inside her hot pussy as her pee rushed out and covered my hand and belly. I wanked faster and could feel my balls constrict and I opened my mouth and sucked hard on one of those beautiful hard, dark nipples.

The first squirt of cum shot into her cunt and as I released her nipple from my mouth and cried out she moved so the remaining spurts covered her lips and clit and dripped down onto my hand and thighs. It was one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had and it felt like I passed out. I felt her take my hand and wipe the pee and cum from it all over her belly, breasts and up to her mouth. She licked and sucked at my hand and fingers, then returned it to her pussy, rubbed herself against it and then knelt down to lick it clean again and then licked my thighs and cock which twitched against her tongue but didn't soften.

I lent forward and kissed her and we started giggling and laughing. I kissed her neck and then took her nipple in my mouth again, softer this time, tasting my cum and her piss. I cleaned her chest and then looked at her, satisfied but still wanting to make her cum for me again, wanting to feel her pussy around me as she squirted and screamed.

"I've never had anal sex." she said to me and I smiled at her and lifted her up from the floor. I walked with her into the bedroom and she lay on her back on the huge bed that sat in the middle of the room. A dresser against one wall looked as though it would have something suitable and in one of the drawers I found a collection of small brown bottles labelled with a variety of scents. One large one was marked 'Base Oil' and I took it over to the bed with me, sat beside Michelle and raised her knees up and parted them, her feet planted on the cover.

"The secret to enjoying it is to relax." I told her as I covered my fingers with the oil, wrapped them around my cock and then added more before stroking her between the plump cushions of her arse. "You just have to close your eyes, breath slowly and enjoy the pain."

She raised her arms above her head and closed her eyes as I smoothed the oil over her hole. The tip of my finger pushed in easily and Michelle tensed and sucked in a breath sharply but then relaxed as I gently eased it in and out, no more than the first joint.

"How does that feel?"

"Lovely... strange... dirty." she said in between my finger pushing in and out of her.

"You tell me when you are ready for more, we will take this slow."

"I want more, push deeper."

I pushed in to the second joint and once more she tensed but relaxed almost immediately with a sigh.

"More...more...more." she said each time the tip of my finger was almost out of her. Michelle smiled and moaned as she felt my finger push as deep into her as I could go, "That's lovely, ooh, do that some more."

I pulled my finger all the way out and then, in one long push, lost it deep inside her again. She swore and gripped the bedsheets, pulling herself down onto my finger, raising her feet off the bed to allow another few millimetres to enter her.

"Would you like two?" I asked her.

She didn't open her eyes and just smiled a satisfied and relaxed smile, "I don't think so," she said, "I want your cock inside me."

I left my finger there as I moved round between her legs. My cock had softened slightly so I held it against her pussy and stroked her lips until I was hard, coating the tip in cream from her pussy once more, all the while pushing my finger in and out of her arse. I withdrew my finger for the last time and replace it with the pressure of my cock against her tight, brown hole, now shining with oil and slightly dilated from my finger. I pushed against her and she gripped the sheets again. 

"Ow!"

I stopped pushing momentarily, "Relax, it hurts more if you're tense." 

She breathed a long breath out and I pushed harder against her and suddenly, with a pop my head pushed apart the muscles and slipped inside.

Michelle's face contorted and she shouted out so I held still while she grew used to the size of me and the feeling of being stretched. 

"Fuck that hurts," she hissed, "don't stop, it's fucking lovely."

I saw her hands relax and applied more pressure, the rest of my length sliding into her more easily. With each millimetre Michelle moaned louder and louder and then, when my cock was deep inside her, as deep as I could go she looked at me with wide eyes and her moan turned to 'fuuuck'.

I stayed deep inside her and massaged her body, gently squeezing the roll around her belly in my hands, stroking her arms, neck, thighs and massaging her feet before stroking her breasts and pinching her nipples.

"Oh fuck, yes." she said as I pulled the hard buttons away from her body, my oily fingers unable to hold them and them snapping back to their flattened form.

I slid slowly from her and she tensed and then relaxed again and did the same as I pushed into her. By the third stroke she was panting, eyes closed again, moaning, whimpering, swearing, her pussy leaking more fluid which ran down her arse and coated my cock as it slipped in and out of her. 

She ran her fingers through her hair, "More." she said and I began to build a rhythm, lifting her knees higher so they were almost against her belly and I could slide in deeper and faster.

Her moaning became louder and then, as I fucked her with long, steady strokes she started swearing and telling me to go faster.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she began to repeat and I pinched her nipples again. "Yes, yes, yes, I'm gonna cum." she said and I fucked her as fast as I could.

She thrashed so hard as her orgasm hit her that I slipped clean out of her. This seemed to intensify her orgasm and she began thrusting her hips up and down. The first squirt of her cum hit me in the chest as her feet planted into the bed and her hips were raised as high as she could get them. She dropped back to the bed and brought her knees up again and I pushed forward, my cock sliding deep into her wet cunt. She cried again and reached for me, her fingers digging into my back as her fluid soaked the two of us. I began to fuck her pussy and she released me to pinch her own nipples.

I only managed a few seconds and as the second wave of her orgasm hit I began to fill her beautiful pussy with my own cum as I held myself deep inside her.

I was kneeling between her legs, softening inside her as I looked down at our wet bodies. We were covered in piss, cum, sweat and the fluid from her orgasm. I wished Jenn had been watching us, playing with herself. I wish she was there to close her mouth around Michelle's pussy as I slipped out, lick her clean and for the three of us to share a kiss together.

I told this to Michelle as we sat beside each other and recovered.

"Are you both free at the weekend?" she asked.



Cafe Au Lait



Ten o'clock in the morning is not a bad time for coffee. I'd be hard pressed to imagine a more popular drug in the world than caffeine, or a more universal delivery vehicle for that drug of choice than coffee. I mean, who among us doesn't automatically reach for a coffee, espresso, or latte first thing in the morning? It would seem to be a relatively small number among the citizens of this world.

I'm having mine this morning, according to the usual procedure. I get out of bed; take that ever important morning piss, and head for the kitchen as I light up the first slim vanilla flavored panatella of the day. Out of the cupboard comes the white china cup and saucer, and in goes the morning elixir, hot, black and strong. The Irish cream that I usually add shortly thereafter makes that black color quickly turn into its present state, more of a pale caramel color. It's something I've seen for an untold number of mornings without really paying any attention. Seeing that color change, on this particular morning, makes me break routine. This morning I need an additional ingredient, so I also pull down the heavy bottle of Maker's Mark bourbon whiskey and add a healthy dollop to the cup. I leave the bottle out and uncapped, as I'm reasonably sure the next cup I have will need fortifying as well. Indeed, there may be several fortified cups before the morning is over. I also broke up a nice sticky bud into my marijuana pipe.

This is not the first morning that I've begun an all out assault on my fifty year old liver, but it's been quite a while. As a matter of fact, it's been over a year and a half. At that point in my life, I needed some major anesthesia to keep my wits together. My sweet wife of over twenty years had left with my sixteen year old daughter one morning to do some shopping and neither one had come home, courtesy of a trucker who was so wired up on "Tulsa Turnarounds" that he was hallucinating. The bastard was found to be running two log books simultaneously in an attempt to skirt the regulations on his driving hours. Of course, my shark of a lawyer had torn into the trucking company like a one man version of the Mongol horde and they paid dearly for the driver's mistake. This, of course, didn't cause the resurrection of Kelly and Katie, nor did it do much to alleviate my pain and suffering. Unfortunately, neither did the alcohol and marijuana induced fog I lived in for nearly six months. Fortunately, some of my dearest friends had a "come to Jesus" meeting with me and I realized they were right. My girls would be damn disappointed in me should they be watching what my life had become, and I turned things around. Granted, I didn't stop either the bourbon or the Mary Jane completely, but I was indulging like a gentleman, not a man trying to commit slow suicide. So I guess this begs the obvious question, why am I stirring a healthy amount of bourbon into each cup of my morning coffee today?

Of course, before we get to know the answer to that question, I need to introduce myself. I'm Thomas Lee Stuart, or as I'm know to most folks in town, "Thunderbird Tommy." Those in my inner circle just shorten it even further to "T-bird", and I'm fifty years young as I mentioned. If you walked past me on the street, you'd never guess I was more than in my late thirties, thanks to good genes and a strict exercise regimen. I'm right at six feet in height, and weigh in at a well toned 180 pounds. I've got dark brown hair that I wear long, about to the bottoms of my shoulder blades, and I'm showing no gray yet. I've got brown eyes and I wear a beard that I keep trimmed close. Most women describe me as handsome in a rugged way, but I'll readily admit I'm no Brad Pitt.

Now, let me dispel any misconceptions any of you might have about the "Thunderbird" nickname. No, I'm not known for drinking the horrible cheap wine by that name. You see, I'm a musician and singer. I'm a bass player, and my main stage axe is a Gibson Thunderbird five string, with a black finish and a custom mirrored glass pickguard. Despite my description, I'm not a rocker either. I am, quite unapologetically, a Blues man. While I appreciate nearly all forms of music, and could jam with just about any group of musicians you could put together, I was always a sucker for the Blues and Southern Rock, the latter of which is ninety percent Blues anyway. I loved the Allman Brothers Band coming up, and was particularly into Berry Oakley, their bassist who was tragically killed not long after Duane Allman, weirdly enough on a motorcycle as well. I bought a cheap Mexican Fender bass and practice amp, along with a basic instruction course manual, at the tender age of twelve with my chore money, and practiced every spare minute I had, until my fingers literally bled. Hey, you have to suffer for your art. It wasn't a great deal of time before I was getting good and within a couple years, I could play just about anything I heard, note for note. I was blessed with a kind of natural voice for the bluesy stuff, clear and strong, with just a touch of gruffness and the ability to invoke heartbreak and pain in the heart of the listener. If needed, I could just as easily do back up vocals, and I could harmonize well while doing so.

I played in several bands through my high school years, but kept getting frustrated. All the people I kept getting swept in with were rockers. There was just not that great a demand for Blues musicians in my area of the country, not surprising when you figured the Black population was so small. I was right in the heart of a Country and Bluegrass fan base. The rest were into Rock. Then that God cursed Disco thing hit. It was obvious I was getting nowhere fast, so except for playing along with records, I just quit jammin' with anybody else.

After graduating high school, I did a tour of duty in the Marines. I never saw combat, but they damn sure made certain I was ready for it. I was a forward observer for the artillery and it was my task to call in and guide artillery fire. I was stationed in California, Okinawa, Japan, and finished up at Camp LeJeune, North Carolina.

I went back to civilian life and managed to get into a job program that trained me to be a machinist. I came out and was hired within a week for a firm that manufactured compressors for air conditioning units. The job was steady, it paid very well, and I got an outstanding benefits package.

I met my wife Kelley on the job. She was a worker on the assembly line, and I saw her more than a few times in the break room. She was a tall, cute strawberry blonde with a nicely curved figure and a dynamite personality. Faint heart never won fair lady, so one day I just walked up, bold as brass, and introduced myself. We went from talking, to dating, to married within two years. She was all you could ask for in a wife. She was sexy, loving, faithful, and a great cook. We hardly ever argued, and were just as happy cuddling on the sofa in front of the television as we were out on the town. She gave me a daughter, Katie, a cute little heart breaker with a sweet pug nose and brown hair with reddish highlights. The girl proceeded to wrap her daddy around her finger in record time. Kelly and I were nearing the twenty four year mark, and Katie had just turned sixteen when they were taken from me.

It was music that kept me going, and my musician friends that helped me get back to living. Both Kelley and Katie had been after me for years to try and get back into the music scene and I finally decided to stick my toe back in the water and test the current. I found some things had changed. The popularity of Stevie Ray Vaughn, Kenny Wayne Shepherd, and others had caused resurgence in the Blues scene, even here. A few months before the accident, I began finding some like minded people to jam with, although there was a considerable age difference. They all assured me they didn't give a rat's ass how old I was. Decent bass players are hard to come by to start with, and bass players who can sing lead and backing vocals are a relatively rare commodity. In a few months, Thunderbird Tommy Stuart and Blue Velvet came to its genesis.

We were a five piece group. I, of course, handled lead vocals and played the bass. On percussion was Carnice White, our "token" black member, as he jokingly referred to himself. It wouldn't have mattered to me if the young'un had been purple with yellow spots; he was a fantastic drummer and a great guy. Our keyboard player was Lynn Stradlyn, an attractive brunette with a dazzling smile that could make her digital piano and Hammond organ talk. Our guitar duo consisted of a brother and sister from the neighboring town. Chet Everett was a slim six footer, with long blonde hair and a light colored beard. His sister, Tina, was a petite little pixie of a figure around five feet, four inches. Her peroxide blond hair was cut short and spiked on top. Both of them were talented, but Tina generally handled most of the lead guitar work. Put that red Gibson SG in her hands and I'd put her up against Stevie Ray himself. Chad would fill in on the twin lead stuff, and was content to hang back and play rhythm the rest of the time. He also did any slide guitar playing as needed. Both of them had great vocal skills. Chad did backing vocals, and Tina did several songs where she took the lead.

We jammed steadily for nearly two years before we ever took a gig. We wanted to be tight as a drum head and have our set list down before we tried a public appearance. Of course there was some down time after the accident, and the troops had to rally around their temporarily fallen leader. They finally managed to get my head out of the jug and we got back down to business. In no time flat we had performed several gigs and were starting to draw an enthusiastic following in our town. We soon had managed to get a very nice steady gig lined up. We contracted to be the house band at the Cumberland House, a combination restaurant, inn, and tavern. They had featured live music for years, and had a large ball room with a big seating area. The first two times we played there, we pulled in respectable numbers. By the fourth time, we packed the house. The owners were making a killing on drink sales. They were more than happy to pay us a decent amount to show up every Saturday night. 

Thanks to the settlement from the accident, it was no longer necessary for me to work at all, and I gave that scenario a valiant go. I soon discovered that it was an unacceptable state of affairs. Frankly, I got bored. So I soon took a job with the local music store. I helped out with sales and musical instrument repairs, but my main task was teaching. I didn't need the money, but it was fulfilling to pass along my craft to those coming up. It also kept me busy enough that dark thoughts and regrets didn't overwhelm me.

The real problem, I had discovered lately, was the opposite sex. This difficulty attacked me on one of two fronts. As the front man of a popular band, women tended to aggressively seek me out at our gigs, especially when their inhibitions had been lowered by a few drinks. Then there were those well meaning attempts to "fix me up" by some concerned friend. More than a few of our fans and friends had even dropped not too subtle hints that Tina or Lynn and I needed to become an item. This horrified me, though I'd be lying through my face if I denied that either girl was as sexy as a rooster wearing socks. First, it was my firm belief that you just don't mix business with pleasure. If it went wrong, we'd be forced together in a most uncomfortable way. Second, I just wasn't ready to move on. The pain wasn't as raw anymore, had in fact subsided to a dull ache, but I couldn't bring myself to just drag myself out there and use somebody to blow the rust out of my pipes. I knew full well that any woman in my bed would, in my mind at least, be wearing Kelly's face. This would hardly be fair to the woman concerned. Nobody can fight a ghost, nor should they be expected to. 

My life turned upside down on a warm spring day. As a veteran of Uncle Sam's Misguided Children, I had my medical care provided through the Veteran's Administration. I had an appointment that day to be poked, prodded, and generally and thoroughly gone over by my fine doctor. It did not escape my notice that a new name was given on my paperwork for the doctor who was to see me that day. This was no shock. The doctor who had seen me for the past many years, Doctor Simpson, was getting a bit long in the tooth, and had mentioned more than once he was getting ready to hang up his stethoscope. I just hoped that Dr. Overbay, whoever he was, would be the personable and understanding type I was used to. I wasn't looking forward to rabid lectures on the evils of cigars, bourbon whiskey, Mary Jane, and other questionable lifestyle choices.

After the typical opening salvo of temperature, blood pressure and heart rate tests, and a weight check performed by the harried and overworked nurse, and having about a quart of blood and urine drawn, I found myself waiting in the exam room on the padded table covered by that damned annoying paper. I was, of course, in that cursed backless exam gown that lets you experience a cold chill down your back and ass every time the AC unit kicks on. After a wait of what seemed to be hours, the door opened, and my new doctor made an appearance.

I stared. I was "catching flies" as my late daughter Katie had called it, mouth hanging slightly open in surprise. You see, my doctor wasn't a "he." No, "he" was most decidedly a "she", and a most decidedly attractive "she" at that.

She was an African-American woman, with skin the color of heavily creamed coffee. Her hair was long, drawn back in a ponytail, and was wavy instead of kinky. It was jet black. Her eyes were arresting, an icy blue, instead of the brown that you would expect. Her face was lovely, with high cheekbones, the nose well formed, and lips that were full and juicy. Obviously, either her mother or father was white.

She was of average height, but even the starched white lab coat couldn't hide the fact that her body was anything but average. Her breasts were ample, with a touch of cleavage showing, and her hips swelled enticingly. The nylon covered legs beneath her skirt were well shaped and long, and she was wearing sensibly heeled pumps. Something in me prayed that this one would take a good long time to retire. I would even gladly allow her to chastise me for my bad habits. Hell, I might even try to reform.

"How are you today, Mr. Stuart?" She inquired, with a smile that would melt ice. The woman's voice was even sexy. "I take it that I was not quite what you were expecting?"

"I'm sorry about that Doctor." I replied with a noticeable blush, "Let's face it, you're hardly old Doc Simpson. Also, not to sound like a male chauvinist pig, I just automatically expected a male doctor for some reason. Please excuse my idiocy and accept my most humble apologies."

"No harm done and no offense taken." She replied with that lovely smile, "I'm Dr. Nan Overbay. The 'Nan' is short for Nancy. And you, Sir, have the dubious distinction of being my first patient at my new practice. Now let's check you out and see if everything's in order."

She went to her task in a brisk and efficient fashion, peppering me with the usual questions, and rebuking me for indulging in the usual vices that the medical community frowned upon. When she asked how I made my living, she seemed quite fascinated by the news that I was a musician, and expressed interest in hearing our music at some future point, especially as she was a fan of the Blues.

I had reached the conclusion that my lovely female doctor was a gift from Heaven, and was superior to Doc Simpson in every way. It was at that opportune moment that reality reared her ugly head.

"Okay Mr. Stuart, I need you to hop down, face the table, and spread your legs so I can examine your prostate gland."

This was a possibility I had not prepared myself for. I mean, I'd gone through this disturbing ritual with Dr. Simpson, but this was a whole different damn ball game. I felt like seeking out a very deep crevice in the Earth and crawling into it. Yet, what could I do? It was her job, after all. I just had to endure this, shut my eyes and dream of England as it were, and it would soon be over. The problem was that "Little Tommy" chose this wonderful moment to awaken and see what was going on. Here I am, this lovely creature's digit exploring my anal cavity, and I've got half a hard on. Just freakin' lovely!

The morning was about to get worse. Next came the procedure for checking the possibility of a hernia. Whereas before I was at least afforded the partial dignity of facing away from her, now it was to be quite obvious that I was responding inappropriately to her attention. To make matters worse, now I was rigged for full sail, all eight inches standing proud and firm. "Dear God above." I whispered helplessly to myself, "What have I done to make you hate me so?"

"It's okay Mr. Stuart." She said with a smile, realizing my discomfort as she rose to her feet while removing her gloves, "This sort of thing happens far more often than you'd expect. I realize that telling you not to be embarrassed won't help a lot, but I'll tell you anyway. Look at it this way, now you know how I feel every time I see my gynecologist. At any rate, I assure you, I'm quite flattered."

"Doctor Overbay, you're not exactly helping out the situation here." I gently rebuked her. My face was so red and hot it felt like you could have lit a cigarette on it.

"I'm truly sorry. I thought a little levity might break up the tension." She continued with a mischievous grin, "Promise me that you won't report me to my superior for my atrocious bedside manner."

"I guess being embarrassed is good for a man. It kinda keeps him from getting a swelled head."

Her gales of laughter confounded me until I realized my unwitting double entendre. Soon I had joined in her mirth. It was near impossible to be upset with this woman. 

Needless to say, I was in the grip of an obsession after leaving the clinic that day. Nan Overbay managed to intrude on my mind on a regular basis, and I found myself enjoying some very naughty things with her in my mind. My band mates roared with laughter as I related the events of that day, and they chose to needle me about it at every opportunity. Carnice, of course, chose to hit me with the old warning "Once you go black, you never go back," along with the equally lame, "the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice." Of course my protests that I would likely see this woman a grand total of three or four times a year fell on deaf ears. It was, I was forced to admit, a sweet fantasy. It also shocked me to realize that, at long last, I was actually having a fantasy. For the first time since Kelly's untimely demise, I was actually seeing the possibility of being romantically involved with a woman. This realization was tempered strongly by the fact that our relationship was hardly likely to move beyond a professional level.

Three weeks later, on a Saturday night, we were jammin' away to a large and enthusiastic crowd. It was just before going into the last song of the first set that I noticed her, at the center table, about two rows back. She looked stunning, her hair down, wearing a pair of tight black pants and a white sleeveless blouse with spike heeled shoes. She was sipping her drink and gave me a wonderfully sexy smile as we locked eyes. The next song on the set list, Kenny Wayne Shepherd's "Deja Voodoo" was highly appropriate for the situation and the way I felt. I ignored every other soul in the building and sang it directly to her, pouring all the emotion in me into my voice. Tina outdid herself, as her SG screamed in pain through the song's intricate guitar licks.




Cafe Au Lait



Needles in my heart, a spell on my mind

Your powerful potion, it gets me every time.

I toss and turn, but I can't sleep

Your kiss burns thru my dreams.

Now here it comes again, and I don't stand a chance

Soul possession's got me in a trance.

It's pulling me back, back to you,

Deja Voodoo

Deja Voodoo

Fire in the dark, a poundin' on my brain

Driven by the chant, callin' out my name

I toss and turn, but I can't sleep

Your kiss burns through my dreams.

She never once broke eye contact between us, as her upper body slowly swayed in time to the music. It was like we were having sex through the music. Her eyes had a wild, glazed sheen and her tongue would lick at her lips as if she couldn't keep them wet enough. She gave all the appearance of breathing hard, her bosom rising and falling perceptibly, her mouth open and gasping. I'd never seen a more openly sexual creature in my life while looking at her in that moment. It was raw and animalistic. It was palpable. Yet we were fully clothed and separated by several yards and quite a few people. What in God's name would happen if we were to actually come together physically?

When the song was over, I announced a short break and got myself a Maker's Mark on the rocks. I sat down across from her at her table with my best smile.

"I'd normally be enjoying a panatella with this bourbon right now, but, inasmuch as I was about to talk with my physician, I figured that might be a bad move."

"I'm not in my lab coat tonight Tommy." She said with a smile, "If you were perfect, you'd be on the right hand of God. Although, judging by the way some of these women act while you're singing, you're pretty much there already."

"So what did you think?"

"You guys are good, damn good. That girl on keyboards is very talented. Both the guitar players are smokin' hot, especially the little blond, although she looks more like a Punk Rocker than a Blues musician. The drummer's tight. I'm kinda partial to the singer and bass player though. You've got mad skills on that bass, and your voice is like whiskey soaked velvet. I'm very impressed to say the least. I found myself alone tonight and thought I'd come check out one of my favorite patients."

"We're glad to have you. If you hang around, I'll introduce you to the guys and girls after the show. I'll warn you beforehand though. I told them about the 'incident' at the exam. They'll not fail to break my balls about it again. I just wanted to warn you."

Nan was a hit with the band. Lynn and Tina immediately got a conspiratorial look on their faces and blockaded her in a corner. God only knew what that was all about, though I had a sneaking suspicion. At any rate, when everybody was finally out the door and on their way home, I found myself alone in the parking lot with my favorite doctor.

"Tommy, I don't want you to think me an overly forward woman, but I'm not ready for the night to end. Is there a chance that we could have another drink or two, maybe at your place?"

"I don't think you overly forward, as I quite frankly feel the same way. Hop in your car and follow me. My house is about fifteen minutes from here."

She never got her drinks. We barely made it into the house and got the door shut before we were all over each other. I've always loved to kiss a woman who knew how to do it and who got into it. Nan was capable on both accounts. Her body felt so good molded against mine as I explored her delicious lips, licking and nibbling. Our tongues danced together as I let my hands roam up and down her back, finally cupping her delicious buttocks. They were so delightfully soft and yet, at the same time, firm.

"Take me to your bed Tommy, or I swear to God I'm going to have you right here on the floor."

Never one to disappoint a lady, I swept her up in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. Setting her down beside the bed, I continued to kiss her hungrily, as I unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. I then quickly pulled off her shoes and removed her pants, laying her on top of the wedding ring patterned quilt in her bra and panties. I removed my own clothing as I gazed down on her, her treasures only barely disguised by the filmy white material of her undergarments.

"You're my first, you know." I informed her softly, with a blushing grin.

"I thought you were a widower...how can I be your first?" She responded, her face a mixture of lust and confusion.

"I've never been with a...a black woman before, or a doctor, for that matter."

"Oh, so I not only get to be a representative for my race, but my profession as well. You wouldn't put a girl under any pressure would you?"

I gathered her to me as I began kissing her lips and stroking her soft skin. "My dear woman, we could stop right now and I couldn't remember too many times when I've had a woman excite me more. It can only get better from this point on. And I'm the one under pressure. I want you to enjoy this night. I want to make love to you until you beg me to stop. All I ask is that you not rush me. I want this to last and be right."

She not only looked and felt good, she smelled and tasted good. I soon had her naked and began kissing her neck and throat. I would move up to her ear and kiss and lick it, now and again nibbling at her earlobe. My fingers of my right hand were lightly stroking her heavy breasts. They were very sensitive and lush. Her nipples were long and thick and both they and her aureoles were a milk chocolate brown. I soon began kissing and nibbling my way down to her right breast, while my fingers concentrated on teasing away at the nipple of the left one. Her reaction was most favorable as I began kissing and licking away at that beautiful orb, slowly circling inward toward my final goal, the nipple.

As my mouth closed over it, she began to moan and coo in excitement, and I felt her right hand enclose the rigid shaft of my cock. She began to slowly and gently stroke along its length. That wonderful sensation was making it mightily difficult to concentrate on the task at hand, but I strove valiantly on. I reversed my right hand, lightly and slowly dragging my fingernails from her breast down to her stomach. With that steady slowness I began heading toward her pubic mound, as I began alternating my oral attention on the other breast as well.

Her mound was nearly bare, with just a small "landing strip" right above the slit. I used my hand to spread her legs wide, and then I began to stroke lightly all around her sex, from the top of her vulva to the tops of both her soft thighs.

"You're...being an awful...tease." She gasped huskily. 

"I'm not being a tease. I'm being thorough, building up excitement. Be patient and it will pay off."

Sure enough, when my middle finger began lightly stroking her labia and through the deliciously wet slit, her hips began to buck violently and her moans went up a few degrees in intensity. It inflamed me to feel how wet her sex was. I began to gradually increase the pressure of my finger, alternating between plunging it softly into her vaginal canal, and circling her distended clit. At long last, I homed in on her love button, gently flicking it with my finger.

"Oh, dear God, you're making me cum!" She cried out, her body shuddering.

I didn't stop there. I backed off from manipulating her clit, as I didn't want to over stimulate it and make it go numb. I did start feeling around inside her velvety canal in an attempt to find her G Spot. It didn't take long to do so, and I was rewarded with feeling her push her pubic mound into my palm. She was shaking her head from one side to the other and groaning. Her right hand was still squeezing and stroking my cock, and her left hand had taken a firm grip on my hair. I figured the time was right, so I added my thumb to the assault, using it to stroke her clit.

Her body literally started shaking like she had made contact with a live wire. Her language had degenerated into complete gibberish, and her heels were drumming on the quilt covering the bed.

"Oh, that's another one!" She announced, nearly out of breath, "Please put it in me!"

"Not quite yet, pretty lady!" I whispered with a chuckle, "I've got to see if that little pussy of yours tastes as good as it looks. Remember, I asked you not to rush me"

"Oh, Tommy, you're killing me."

I began, with maddening slowness, kissing my way down her soft, flat stomach. I took my time once I reached her delightful little navel, both kissing it and exploring its depths with my tongue. Finally I felt that closely trimmed pubic hair brush my cheek. I quickly spun my body around until I was lying between her splayed legs. Grasping her ankles, I placed her feet on my shoulders, and let her legs fall open. There, just inches from my face, her sex was displayed in all its glory and vulnerability.

It was gorgeous. Due to all the previous stimulation, it was blood engorged, and was a most unusual color, a blend of pink and dark purple. It was noticeably wet, and even from this distance I could detect its heady aroma. It was musky, earthy, with spiciness beyond description. In a near daze I leaned in and began my feast, nuzzling and kissing all around its perimeter. Once I finally moved in to its center, I would take long licks from her little brown starfish right up to the base of her clit's hood. I would force my tongue into the canal and flick it in and out. I made geometric shapes, circles, triangles, and cubes. I traced the letters of the alphabet, both upper and lower case. I eventually moved my middle finger in and began rubbing her spot, while my tongue sought out her clit, taking light swipes around its perimeter. I could hear her suck in her breath rapidly, while with both hands she tried to pull my face even closer to her. When at last I sucked her clit into my mouth, she went wild. While my lips applied gentle suction to the entire hood, my tongue rimmed the clit proper, occasionally flicking it. With a keening wail, she stiffened, shuddered, and collapsed.

At eight inches, and with a decent circumference, I'm a little bigger than average. Thanks to the juiciness of her canal I had no trouble sliding in however. I still took it slow, and once I bottomed out, I let it rest in order for her to become adjusted to my presence inside her. I could tell she was ready when her hips began pressing upwards toward me. She was obviously suffering no discomfort, as she was matching each stroke I made with an upstroke of her hips. It was such a delicious sensation. Her heat and wetness were beyond description. Feeling her body respond only added to the experience. Her thighs would clench and unclench around my hips and waist. I could feel her fingernails scratch up and down my back, from the base of my neck to the cheeks of my ass. Her breathlessly whispered endearments were just further icing on the cake. The thought came unbidden to my mind that it was a good thing I'd been spending lots of time with Rosie Palm and her five daughters in the shower each day. Otherwise this would have been over a long time ago. Soon, I could hold out no longer, and I felt my own orgasm coming up from my swollen testicles. As I flooded her vaginal canal and gave my last few shuddering strokes, she arched her back and squealed through one last orgasm of her own.

"Sweet Jesus, that was amazing." She moaned into my ear as I collapsed beside her, taking her into my arms, "Was I good for you too?"

"Nan, if you had made me feel any better, you'd be performing CPR right now. It was even better than I'd dreamed it would be."

"So, you've been plotting this in your evil little mind, huh?"

"I wanted you about thirty seconds after you walked into that exam room three weeks ago. I just never dreamed it would actually happen."

"Okay, since it's true confession time, that day started it for me too. But when you sang that song tonight, it pushed me right over the edge. I felt like I was the only woman in the place, and you were singing to me. I could feel your desire, your need, and your frustration. I was getting wet for God's sake." 

That night started my new relationship. You'd think I was in Nirvana. Indeed, I was ecstatic when I had any time with Nan. The sex was just incredible. That wasn't the extent of the relationship either. She was an extremely intelligent woman and could converse on a wide range of subjects. We had much in common in music, literature, our tastes in films and television shows. We differed slightly on the subjects of religion and politics, but those two subjects I like to tread lightly around to start with. Politics especially were touchy if I got involved in a discussion, as I was a Libertarian, and thought the Republicans and the Democrats were both full of crap. My band mates were glad to see me focused on a romantic interest as well. So what, then, was the fly in the ointment?

The answer was pretty simple actually. I was falling head over heels in love with this delightful creature. Any attempt on my part to try and hint of my feelings toward Nan were gently rebuffed by her. She told me that her life was complicated, and we needed to take this thing easy and give it time. And time itself was part of the problem. I might only get to see her for a couple or three hours once a week, and maybe once every three weeks she would spend the night, or some portion of it, at my house. This, coincidentally, usually happened the night of a show.

As the weeks went on, disturbing thoughts began to creep into my mind. First, I noticed that she called me every day during the week, Monday through Friday, but hardly ever at night. There were calls on the weekend, but they were scarce as hen's teeth. Also, in all this time, we always met at my house, never hers. Now, I was born at night, but it wasn't last night, you dig? I was beginning to get the unsettling feeling that I was a "backdoor man" if you will. If she was to be involved with someone else, or God forbid married, and here I was running around carrying a torch for no one but her, well let's just say that situation would not stand. As Mama always told me, "What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander." 

It didn't take long to find out the truth. All I had to do was borrow a car from a friend so my very distinctive orange '68 Ford Torino Cobra didn't get spotted. I wore a baseball cap and tucked my long hair up under it, and wore some wrap around shades. When Nan left work in her BMW, I gave her a two block lead and followed her home. With my thermos of coffee and a couple sandwiches and chips, I settled down as unobtrusively as possible to recon the area, parking a few doors down from her house. Sure enough, about an hour after she arrived, a flashy Mercedes sedan pulled into her driveway. A distinguished looking black man dressed in a suit and tie emerged and let himself into the house. I copied down his license plate number and drove away. The rest was simple, thanks to a distant cousin who was a city police officer. The plate was for a black Mercedes, registered to a Dr. Nathan William Overbay. It appeared I was the "other man."

I played it cool. She called me the next day and let me know she would be at the show Saturday night. I didn't let the cat out of the bag. I decided to make my statement at the show, and end this mess where it all got started. There's an old saying that music is the universal language, and I decided to let the music do the talkin'.

Saturday night the house was packed. The fans were consuming their libations of choice, and a good time was being had by one and all. It was as if we could do no wrong, we were tight, and the set list was just right. We'd lift 'em up a little while, and then throw a few Blues tunes into the mix that would damn near have them cryin' in their drinks. I'd already let the troops know there was a special song on the set list, so they'd be ready when I announced it.

She looked damned good when I spotted her, sitting nearly where she was the first time she came to hear us. She was dressed in white, if you can imagine that, a sleeveless tight number with a short hem. Her spike heels were white as well. Needless to say, the innocence of that color was somewhat wasted on my darling lover, what with the knowledge I now had in my head.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to send this one out to a special friend in the audience tonight." I announced with a casual grin," She'll know who she is." 

The song was as definitely appropriate for tonight as the one I'd sang the first time she'd been here. It was an old Allman Brothers' Band staple, titled "One Way Out." It was about a man trapped in a second floor apartment with a woman he was cheating with. He was trapped because some shadowy figure was lurking around outside the buildings' entrance, and he had no idea if he was the woman's old man or not.

Ain't but one way out Baby

But Lord I just can't go out that door.

Ain't but one way out Baby

And Lord I just can't go out that door.

Cause there's a man down there

He might be your man, I don't know...

The circumstances were much the same as the first time as I sang to her, singling her out of the crowd and pouring out my heart to her. The results, as you might imagine, were drastically different. I could see the realization in her eyes that the jig was up. Even at the distance I was from her, I could see her chin begin to quiver, and a tear slide down that beautiful coffee and cream cheek. She picked up her handbag, rose to her feet, and strode from the room. Despite the fact that I had got my point across in a fairly dramatic fashion, it was a Pyrrhic victory, for as she strode from that ball room, a big piece of Tommy Lee Stuart's heart went with her.

So now I'm drinking my coffee with not only cream, but with some of Kentucky's finest as well. The questions keep coming as I once again take a hit from the glass pipe. Was Nan just a cheating slut that saw someone she wanted and went after him, and kept doing so until the ride was over? On the other hand, was she trapped in a marriage that was unsatisfactory, with the love gone and the ashes cold, if indeed there had been any ashes to begin with? I much preferred that scenario. It left her, and me, in a better light. In that scenario, there was mutual love and caring, until the fragile house of cards had been blown down.

The hell of it all is that the questions could never really be answered either way. She had lied to me, or at least failed to give me the full truth, which in my book was the same. The poison of doubt was now planted deep in my mind, forever there to remain. Even if she divorced the good doctor and came to me free of her marriage, I'd be waiting to be the next man shot out of the saddle.

Epilogue

Several months have passed since Nan and I had our brief but intense affair. I talked to her days after she walked out of the Cumberland House and I at least got her side of the story. She chose to give me scenario number two, which was that she had what had been basically a prearranged marriage. The sad thing, according to her, was that not only did she not love her husband, but did not particularly like him either. She basically tolerated him. She also swore up and down that I was the only man she had ever cheated on him with.

The thing was, it was a Catch 22 situation. Her dishonesty and adultery had destroyed any chance of our relationship continuing. Had she been upfront from the beginning, I would probably never have slept with her in the first place. It was maddening situation, but in the end, despite my feelings for her, I finally made her understand we had no future. Believe it or not though, we remained friends. Now and then she even shows up at our shows.

I will give her one thing. She, at least, opened me up to the possibility of loving another woman again. There are some delicious looking little fillies willing to hook up with a musician, and I'm starting to notice the old hunger coming back. There's a catchy little tune we cover by Lynard Skynard about those little ladies that sum up my feelings perfectly.




Cafe Au Lait



I said Baby, now Mama I don't know your name

But I say Baby, Sugar I can play your game.

Every night when we leave the hall Babe, I see you hangin' round.

You wanna ride in my big black car Babe

You wanna go uptown.

I know who you are Baby, and I know what they call you girl

I'll never put you down Baby

I'm just like you, Baby I'm on the hunt.



Cafe Au LAY



I got there early and spied a nice table in the corner, so I quickly ordered my simple Cafe au Lait and slid into the supple aubergine-colored leather of the corner booth. I set my cup and saucer down in front of me on the pristine white linen tablecloth that covered the small round table, then leaned in to smell the single white rose in the glass vase that adorned the middle of my table. I smiled knowing he'd be arriving any minute. I couldn't help but wonder how this was going to play out. He and I had been so attracted to each other over the last few weeks...would it translate in person? Would we be unable to keep our hands off each other? Or would the attraction prove imaginary once he arrived? I heard the bells on the coffee shop door jingle and looked up. I recognized that face immediately. It was him. He was here.

I stared at him as he scanned the semi-crowded cafe. Finally our eyes met. He smiled. I smiled. Oh yeah, the attraction was anything but imaginary. Sparks flew instantly, even from 15 feet away. I wanted to run across the restaurant and throw myself at him. Instead, I watched as he motioned to the coffee bar to place his order. I watched his every move...I watched him stand in line, order his smoothie since he didn't drink coffee, then pay for it. I watched as he stood there waiting for his drink. My heart jumped as I saw him turn around and finally head towards me. 

"Lore!" he said warmly, greeting me as he set his beverage down and slid into the booth beside me.

"Brian!" I exclaimed, leaning in and giving him a light kiss on his cheek. "Have a good drive?"

"Yeah, not bad. I'm just happy to finally be here...with you."

"I'm happy you're finally here...with me," I said, giving him a wink.

"Damn, you look delicious," he growled, giving me the once over, then slipping his arm around my waist and scooting me closer to him. "You don't mind if I want you as close to me as humanly possible, do you? The last few weeks have been pure torture, as you know."

I giggled. "I don't mind a bit...as you know."

"Those lips look mighty kissable."

"You better test 'em out...ya know, just to be sure."

He laughed, then reached up and brushed his hand across my cheek. He angled my chin upwards and leaned into me. Our lips lightly made contact. A wet heat immediately flooded my pussy. The passion, even in such a simple kiss, was undeniable. Our kiss got slightly deeper, became slightly more pressured before we parted and looked into each other's eyes. "Wow," he whispered.

"Yeah...wow," I agreed.

Brian leaned into me, brushed my long, dark red curls aside, and kissed my neck lightly. I shivered. I felt his hot breath against my ear. "Just for the record," he whispered, "that one kiss left me dying to fuck you."

I whipped my head back and looked at him. He had the slyest, most self-satisfied smile on his face. "Dick," I mouthed.

"Speaking of dick, wanna feel mine? It's rock hard." Before I could even answer, he grabbed my hand, pulled it beneath the white linen tablecloth, and placed it on top of his pants where his cock was indeed hard as a rock. 

"Mmmmmm," I moaned.

"Like what you feel, baby?"

"You know I do...."

"I wonder if I'll like what I feel?" he pushed, taunting me. I knew he expected me to back down. 

"You should check...and there's no time like the present." I said as I swiftly spread my legs wide beneath the table. 

Brian looked around the cafe at the other patrons. All were involved in deep conversations or surfing the net on their computers...not one was paying attention to us way in the back corner. "You're gonna get us kicked outta here."

"Are you saying you don't wanna check?" I taunted back.

He turned towards me quickly and before I realized what he was doing, I felt his hand up my skirt. I purposefully didn't wear panties, hoping this exact scenario would play out. I spread my legs a little wider and felt his finger against my slit. He leaned his face into my neck again. "I've been thinking about this very moment every day for weeks now...."

"Me too," I breathed. 

His finger ever so slowly travelled the path down the length of my soaked pussy. He reached the opening to my womanhood and without hesitation, pushed his finger inside me. We both exhaled loudly in unison. "Oh...fuck...yes...." he whispered. "Do you have any idea how good you feel?"

"I've felt me before," I said, sarcastically.

"Fuckin' tease," he breathed against my ear as he brazenly sank his teeth into my neck. My entire body tensed up. He released his teeth from my skin and sat up slightly. "Just for that, ya know what I'm gonna do?"

I looked at him curiously. "What?"

He leaned into my neck so very close to my ear. I could feel his hot breath against me again and that alone sent shivers up my spine. "You're gonna cum for me...right here, right now."

"Here? Now?!"

"That's what I said," he declared as he began to move his finger in and out of me slowly.

It felt so good that I closed my eyes and moaned. Quickly coming to my senses, though, I whispered, "I...I can't, Brian...not here...."

"You can and you will. I own you, remember?"

"But...."

"Shhhh, no buts. You're mine to do what I want with and right now I want my pussy to cream...."

The commanding tone with which he said it made me want to comply instantly. But the sensible part of me couldn't help remembering where we were. "But what if someone sees us?"

"The tablecloth is completely covering you, trust me. I tried to look beneath it when I walked in the front door and could barely see your ankles," he joked.

I giggled. 

"Do you trust me, Lore?"

"Emphatically."

"Then do as I tell you. Cum for me."

I no longer resisted. I gave into him completely. As his fingers made their way back up my slit and rested over my clit, I looked up into his eyes. I found his gorgeous, baby blue eyes staring back at me. I started to look away, but he brought his hand up to my face and tilted my chin towards him. "Look into my eyes as you cum," he whispered.

I stared at him, stared into him, as his fingers made slow, rough circles around my little clit. "God, you're so fucking wet...."

My mouth dropped open. I could feel my orgasm approaching. I wanted to stop it. I didn't want to cum yet. I wanted to hold out, make it last. But everything was happening so fast, and he felt so good, and I longed for him so much...I couldn't stop myself. "Brian...."

"Let yourself go, baby...look at me...let yourself go...."

I stared straight into his beautiful eyes and bucked my hips towards his hand slightly...and that's all it took. A huge rush of an orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. I shook and shivered right there at the table as his fingers eased off my clit. I could feel a wave of wetness soak my cunt.

To my surprise, he leapt up from the table. "Meet me in the Ladies' Room in one minute."

"What?!"

But he didn't answer. I watched him walk towards the back of the restaurant and disappear. I waited the required 60 seconds and then proceeded to the Ladies' Room as instructed. I knocked on the door. "Brian?"

"Get in here and lock the door behind you."

I was glad to see it was a single room with just a toilet and a sink...and most importantly, a lock on the door. I indeed locked the door then turned to see Brian sitting on the tile floor. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked him.

"Get over here. I have to taste your cum. NOW!" 

"Brian, we can get out of here. My apartment's just up the street!"

"Now, I said. C'mere."

Again, something in his voice was needy, yet commanding. I wanted - no, I NEEDED to comply.

I walked towards him and straddled my legs on either side of his hips. He looked up at me and stared into my eyes as he lifted my skirt. "Damn...I can already smell you."

"What's the verdict?" I asked, grabbing the hem of my skirt and holding it up for him.

"I'm rock hard...and I haven't even tasted you yet."

"What're you waiting for?"

"Mmmmm," he moaned in agreement. I studied him...watched his every move. His hands moved up my legs, around to the backs of my thighs...his fingers sank into my ass as he pulled my hips towards his waiting mouth. His amazing eyes flashed at me just before I felt his tongue make contact with my wetness. I, in turn, leaned my head back and moaned loudly, which only encouraged him. He covered my cunt with his entire mouth...buried his face in my slit. I could feel his tongue lapping at my pink flesh while his lips sucked my pussy lips. I'd never felt anything like it before in all my life. It felt like he was literally devouring me. I couldn't have stopped myself if I'd tried...I started bucking my hips into him, fucking his face.

He stopped momentarily, only long enough to say, "That's it, baby, don't stop fucking my face...I'm gonna make you cum like you've never cum before!" 

Breathing heavily, I looked down at him. His face was once again buried in my cunt, licking me, but his eyes were locked on mine. I grabbed a handful of his hair, pulled his head toward my cunt, and resumed fucking his mouth. He moaned in approval. I reveled in his expert tongue lapping at my pussy lips...long, slow, endless licks that finished with him sucking the abundance of my wetness into his mouth and down his throat. He shoved his tongue inside me several times, stiffened it, let me ride it. He'd swirl it around my opening, taunting me. Finally, he sucked and nibbled his way up my cunt until he found my rock hard clit. His powerful tongue circled it a couple times, making me moan and buck faster. He held my clit between his teeth with gentility as his tongue pressed on it hard and licked at it furiously. My legs had already begun to shake when I felt two of his fingers shove their way inside my cunt. The pressure of feeling him inside me along with the glorious things his tongue and teeth were doing to my precious clit sent me over the edge. I bucked my hips into his mouth like a woman possessed, fucking his face with reckless abandon, until my juices were expended from my body, coating his entire mouth and dripping down his chin. 

I felt so weak. No orgasm had ever left me feeling so...so...satisfied. All my muscles felt loose and tingly. Even my toes began to curl. Brian must've sensed this because he scrambled up from the floor just in time to wrap his arms around my waist as my knees gave out on me. I looked up at him, eyes at half-mast, and smiled. He smiled back at me. "That was...wow," I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"You're fucking incredible, baby."

"Me?! YOU!"

"My cock is so hard for you right now...I can't get over how good you taste."

I brazenly reached down and grabbed a handful of his cock through his jeans. He was indeed hard as a fucking rock. "Mmmm," I moaned. "I love doing this to you...."

"I love everything you do to me!"

"I haven't even begun. Wait 'til you see what I can do with MY mouth," I said matter-of-factly, winking at him.

"Oh? When do I find THIS out?"

Without hesitation, I reached inside his jeans, down his boxers and took his hardness in my fist. "How's about now?"

"Oh god...."

I'd barely even done more than grip him in my fist and stroke him slightly, but I felt his entire body tense...his eyes closed and his lips parted. He looked so deliciously wanton. I knew this was my cue.

I took complete control now, removing my hand from his pants, turning him around, shoving him against the wall, and dropping to my knees. I didn't hesitate for one second as I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles along with his boxers. I did, however, hesitate when I saw his cock for the first time. I'd wanted it for weeks, but to see it now, in person, inches from my greedy little lips was almost more than I could take. It was the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. It wasn't too big or too small...it wasn't too long or too short...it wasn't too thin or too fat...it was perfect...and it was mine...ALL mine. 

I looked up at Brian's face. He looked so needy and lustful...even his breathing had become ragged. I stared into his eyes as I licked the few drops of precum that had formed on the head of his cock. He let out the deepest sigh of relief. His hand came down and caressed my cheek. I continued, swirling my tongue all around the head of his cock. His body tensed further. I knew I wanted to tease him for hours, but this wasn't the time. He'd just brought me to two perfect orgasms and I knew he was in desperate need of his own release. I wasted no more time. I took him past my lips and down my throat, letting him sink balls deep into my mouth. He moaned loudly, his eyes closed, his mouth opened as he leaned backward and steadied himself on the railing behind him. His fists grabbed tight onto the metal bars until his knuckles went white. "Loreeeeeeeeeee...."

I slowly curled my lips around his cock and drew them backwards against his taut skin. My tongue swirled over his entire shaft, catching every nerve up the length of his dick as my teeth ever so slightly scraped him. I'd travelled up the entire length of his shaft...just before he was about to fall from my pink, pouty lips, I slammed my mouth down over his cock and took him into my throat once more. Again, a loud moan escaped his lips. "I can't take it...I need more...."

I slowly pulled my mouth off his cock and looked up at him. "More?"

"More," he growled, grabbing my arm roughly and pulling me to my feet. I was surprised at his sudden aggressiveness, though it instantly turned me the fuck on. He turned me back around and shoved me against the wall. Both his hands came up to my face and pulled me towards him for a rough, passionate kiss. His tongue roamed my mouth possessively, like he was taking ownership of me. One of his hands snaked downward - but to my surprise, it snaked downward past my pussy. He hooked his right arm under my left knee and forced my legs wide open as he brought my knee up into the air. I was so lost in him, it didn't even occur to me what he was doing. It wasn't until I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to my soaking cunt that I realized what it was he needed more of so desperately. Even as needy as he was, though, I knew he wasn't going to go without teasing me...and I was correct. He pushed just the head of his perfect cock inside me and swirled his hips in a circular motion, studying my face.

"More," I breathed. 

"I want you to be desperate to have me inside you," he teased.

"I am!"

"Tell me. Beg for my cock."

"You're really pushing it."

"I'd rather be pushing my way inside that perfect cunt right now," he breathed against my ear. "All you hafta do is tell me how bad you want it and I'll fuck you until you can't take it any longer."

There was a knock at the door. 

"One minute!" I yelled.

"Better hurry and tell me," Brian whispered. "Sounds like someone needs to use the facilities."

Momentarily, I wondered how on earth he'd turned this around so quickly. He'd been desperate to fuck me and now, somehow, he was making me beg for it. It was so very...Brian. There would be plenty of times to argue and tease and resist him later. Right now, though, I wanted to submit. I truly did need him inside me.

"Brian?"

"Yes?" he asked, cockily.

"I need your cock inside me. Please...."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me."

"How bad do you want me?"

"Bad."

"Just bad?"

"Really fucking bad!"

"I'm not so sure...."

"Brian! Please!"

"God, I love pushing your buttons," he laughed.

"You're too fucking good at --" my voice cut off as he shoved his cock roughly inside my waiting pussy.

He leaned in and lightly kissed my lips. Then, our eyes met. We wrapped our arms around each other and our hips started moving together in unison. His cock fluidly moved in and out of my soft, wet folds. We thrust into each other rhythmically...our need for each other evident in our lust filled eyes. His free hand came up and caressed my cheek lovingly. Our eyes closed and we leaned our faces down so that our foreheads were touching. I'd never felt closer to another human being in all my life. 

His pace quickened exponentially and I followed suit until our bodies were slamming into one another in a twisted passion. We resumed kissing...our greedy tongues roaming each others' mouths like we were trying to swallow one another. Suddenly he dropped my leg that had been locked over his arm and his hands went straight to my ass cheeks. He dug his fingernails into my soft flesh and pulled me hard onto his cock as he exploded inside me. As he continued bucking his hips, emptying every last drop of cum from his cock and into me, I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingernails down his scalp and across his neck. Finally, once he was drained, he brought his arms up, wrapped them around my waist, and held me tight to his chest as he buried his face into my neck. We stood there tangled up in each other, silent, for several minutes. 

Finally, he looked up into my eyes with a serious look and said, "What if that poor woman that knocked on the door a bit ago is out there doing the pee-pee dance because we're in here boffing each others' brains out?"

I burst out laughing. "Wanna boff at my place instead?"

"Sure!"

And with that, we pulled our clothes together, proudly walked out of the Ladies' Room holding hands, passed the woman who'd knocked at the door, and headed to my apartment where the furnishings were a bit more apt for sexual pleasure and we could take all night if we wanted to because there wouldn't be anyone waiting for us to finish.



Cafe au Sex



I looked up and his eyes met mine. Sitting comfortably in my usual spot in the coffee shop and reading the paper was my daily ritual before work. I looked up again. Oh, there's no way he didn't see me looking at him this time. His deep set, light blue eyes were hard to ignore. He flashed a grin at me, I quickly went back to reading my paper, while taking a sip of my double espresso. He was just too good to be true. No, I thought. That smile was not for me. 

A minute later I felt the presence of someone standing behind me. "Excuse me," I heard a raspy male voice say. I looked up slowly, my eyes tracing the bulge in his tight worn jeans. I also noticed the veins in his rippled arms as my eyes finally met his. 

"Yes." I said. "I couldn't help but notice you have lovely legs." he muttered. 

I crossed them nervously and managed to squeak out "thank you." I swear, if this man says one more word to me, I will have no choice but to wrap my legs around him without any regrets.

"May I join you?" he asked. Without waiting for me to reply he sat down. All the while looking me over. Could he see the desire in my eyes? Could he see down my blouse? Wow it was getting warm in here. I unbuttoned a button on my blouse. With out a word he took my hand and placed it in his lap. I could feel the bulge I saw earlier growing with my touch. I didn't care if anyone else in the store could see what we were doing under the table. It felt good.

I began to massage the healthy bulge through his pants until he took my hand and placed it back on my own lap. What the..? Then he got up from the table and headed to the restroom. He glanced back at me with a smirk on his face and beckoned me with his eyes. I looked around the shop and everyone was busy doing their own thing. I slowly headed towards the bathroom and casually turned the knob. With 30 minutes left before I would be late for work, I said what the hell and pushed the door open.

He was leaning against the sink giving me a devilish grin. I closed the door and he grabbed me from behind. I dropped my briefcase as I felt his hands caress my breasts through the fabric of my blouse. He undid one button and then another until they were all open. With a frenzy, he pushed aside my bra and squeezed each breast gently. I felt myself grow wet and I surrendered myself to his touch.

As he kissed my neck, I knew I couldn't take much more. I spun around and threw my arms around his neck and kissed him with a ferocity that surprised both of us. We broke apart and he nibbled on my nipples as his hands roamed further down. I unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it out of his jeans. He pulled it off his arms and flung it onto the counter. 

I could feel the toned muscular body as I slid my hands down his body. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans finding that he was commando grasped his already hard pole and slid down onto my knees. I enveloped him in my mouth and laved at his cock with my tongue. He moaned with delight as I took in as much as I could feverishly licking and sucking his engorged manhood. 

Before I knew it, he lifted me off my feet and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to the counter and set me on it gently. He lifted my skirt and knelt before me. He licked, nibbled and kissed his way up my body, from my ankles, up my legs, over my waist and lingering on my breasts. Suddenly he jammed his hard cock inside me. oh yeah. I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts as we rocked in unison. He lifted my leg over his shoulder and pumped harder. "yes, yes, yes" as I shuddered with an orgasm.

He lifted me off the sink and I pushed him down on the toilet seat and mounted his stiff cock. He grabbed my hips and I slip up and down his power pole. He thrust his hips towards me as he grabbed my breasts massaging the hard nipples. "Oh yes baby, come for me again." 

Finding ourselves lost in the passion, we hardly noticed the heavy knocking on the door. Just as I was about to come yet again, he held me down on his cock. I felt his pulsing member deep inside me and I started to tighten up and I shuddered. He moaned in ecstasy and our bodies convulsed into pleasurable spasms. The knocking continued. "Is everything alright in there?" We both giggled and I managed to shout out a "Yes!" as we gathered our clothes.

"I'm late for work," I gasped as I buttoned my blouse and tried to put my hair back in a bun. "You're amazing, but you already knew that didn't you?" he asked as he kissed me and wrapped his arm around my waist again. I wiggled free as I turned the door knob and opened the door. I flirtatiously replied "Yes" as I walked out the door.