4 comments/ 43599 views/ 16 favorites Chance Meeting By: Moondrift “You won’t be rough with me, will you?” she said softly. My hand still caressing her breasts, penis poised to enter her vagina, I looked down into her gentle hazel coloured eyes. They reflected a strange mixture of sexual desire and anxiety. “No Alicia, I won’t be rough with you,” I whispered. She smiled up at me and I felt her felt her body relax, yielding to my gentle probing of the entrance to paradise. She was ready for me – very wet – and as I penetrated I felt the soft, tight fitting warmth of her vaginal tunnel seeming to absorb and draw me into her depths. “Oh God, that’s so beautiful, Alicia.” “I do love you, Malcolm.” I moved slowly in her at first, careful not to be forceful, but after a few strokes I felt her begin to responded, raising and lowering her hips to meet my thrusts. Shortly she began to gasp, “No Malcolm, no…don’t make me come…please…please don’t make me…” Then suddenly she gave a sighing whimper and her words changed to, “Oh yes, darling…yes…faster…deeper…oh…ah…oh…aaah.” Everything about Alicia was gentle, and yet as she climaxed and the first ejection of my sperm beat into her I felt her legs wind round me struggling to drag me ever deeper; “Yes, Malcolm…yes…in me…deeper…deeper.” My hands under her buttocks I strove to get the last millimetre of my length into her, obeying the primal commandment to man and woman, “Thou shalt impregnate and be impregnated.” I finished, but could still feel the involuntary contractions of her vagina round my relaxing penis. She was whispering repeatedly, “Oh Malcolm…oh Malcolm,” as her orgasm slowly faded. Then she was quiet, lying beneath me, both of us looking into each others eyes and still united at the genitals. It was then she dropped a bombshell. This, our first sexual coupling had finally confirmed in me that I dearly loved this little woman, that I wanted her as I had not wanted anyone since Agnes. “Malcolm, I have to leave on Monday.” A cold hand seemed to grip me. “Leave? Why leave? Where are you going?” “I have to go back up north; there are things I have to do at The Place.” She had often referred to “The Place” using it almost as a proper name, but exactly what The Place was and where I had no idea. In fact for all my love of her I had very little knowledge of Alicia, but it seemed the “The Place” was some sort of property once owned by her parents. Her mother had died, as had my beloved Agnes, of that scourge of our time, cancer. Her father had been killed not long after his wife’s death in a tractor accident. Now it seemed “The Place” belonged to Alicia. “Why do you have to go now after…after…?” “We’ve made love? I have things that must be attended to Malcolm, but I can come back. Do you want me to?” Did I want her too? A couple of hours before I might not have been able to say “yes” or “no,” now there was no doubt in my mind. It had only been just over a month since I had first met her. I was walking down King William Street eating the remains of a pie I had bought for lunch, when a voice from behind me said, “Excuse me.” I turned to look down from my six feet two to see a little woman who was about five feet two, and into a pair of widely spaced appealing hazel eyes. “Could you tell me the way to the post office please?” We were in fact only a couple of hundred metres from the G.P.O. so I pointed her to the two clock towers, one the Town Hall tower and the other the G.P.O. standing facing each other on opposite sides of the street. “The one on the right is the post office,” I said, “but I’m going there myself so why not walk with me?” She hesitated only for a second or two then said, “Thank you.” We went together and I asked, “Visiting the city?” “Yes; my parents brought me here when I was a child and I’ve often thought of it since, so as I had the time I thought I’d make a proper visit.” We entered the P.O. and there was the usual lunchtime queue of city workers so we tacked ourselves on to the end. Now I could look at my companion a little more closely. Perhaps I shall disappoint you. You might like me to say she was an incredible beauty with full, swelling 38DD breasts. I cannot in all truth write that. She was, as I have indicated, quite short. Her face was heart shaped with a neat little indent in her chin. Her mouth was neither large with full lips nor small with thin lips. It was somewhere between, but most noticeable was the fact that the corners of her lips turned up slightly as if ready to smile. Her nose was almost like a child’s and turned up slightly. Her hair, neatly bobbed, was ash blonde. My male instinct brought my eyes down a long slender neck to her breasts. She was wearing a T-shirt and, so it seemed, nothing underneath it. This revealed a pair of small seemingly firm breasts with equally small nipples. Since she was wearing jeans her legs were not open to view, but for her height they seemed well balanced with her body length. As to her age, I conjectured somewhere between twenty five and thirty. Thus in appearance she was the sort of female who on passing her in the street, you might want to take a second look at without necessarily being bowled over. There was one feature that I had only been able to sample briefly, her voice. I am very responsive to the female voice, and the little lady’s voice was particularly easy on the ear with beautiful diction. She was served before me, but instead of departing she stood aside as if waiting for me. As I turned from the counter she asked, “Can you tell me where I can get a decent cup of coffee?” Normally I would have simply pointed the way to Jenaro’s and left it at that, but glancing at my watch, and seeing I still had twenty minutes of my lunch break left, I said, “Yes, I wouldn’t mind a cup myself, would you like to join me?” She smiled up at me and said, “That’s very nice of you; yes, I would like to join you.” I returned her smile and said, “Well, since we are having coffee together, perhaps we ought to introduce ourselves, “I’m Malcolm McCulloch.” “Alicia Blake,” she responded, extending her hand. No doubt this is where I should write that her hand was “small and soft.” It was “small,” yes, but the grip was firm and warm. Jenaro’s coffee is not only good, but comes at a price I can afford, thus I made it my treat. In the short time we had together she got from me the information that I worked for the Gas Company and had lived in the city from birth, apart from an overseas trip after Agnes…but more of that in a moment. From Alicia I got only the information that she came from up north and was spending a few weeks in the city, “having a look around.” Neither of us volunteered more intimate personal details except when I came to leave. I had said goodbye and adding how nice it had been to meet her. I headed for the door and came to a halt. I liked this lady and was loath to let this meeting be the end of things. Feeling a bit of a fool and anticipating rejection I turned back to Alicia and said, “When I’m not working, you know, evenings and weekends, I’d like to show you around. Would you let me?” She looked at me for a few moments then as if making up her mind she said, “I’d like that, but isn’t there someone…I mean…I don’t want to take up your time…I…” “Widower,” I said briefly. “I’d enjoy showing you around…if…if you’d like me to. Its Thursday today, how about Saturday? We could meet under the Town Hall clock at ten?” “Lovely,” she said, giving another of her engaging smiles. “What would you like to do?” “Let’s wait until Saturday and we can decide then.” I had four minutes to get back to work, so I left it at that, and saying “goodbye” again I hastened off. That afternoon the vision of Alicia kept popping into my head. Beyond, shall we agree, her reasonable appearance, there was something about her that attracted me. How to describe it I find difficult but perhaps the word “Warmth” covers the case, a sort of unaffected and quiet friendliness. My beloved wife Agnes had died some two years before this meeting. I was not at all stoical in my bereavement, grieving deeply for my loss. Childless and forty one years of age I tried to flee from my misery. It was a fruitless effort for the pain lies within and we take it with us. My flight took the form of an overseas trip. Agnes like me had worked for the Gas Company. We were both eighteen when we met at work. I often wondered during the course of our marriage how an ordinary guy like me had won lovely Agnes. She could have had the pick of the single guys at work, and some who were not single, but she chose me. Incredible though it may seem for our time, we were both virgins the first time we made love, and that act sealed our intentions to get married. It was love, deep lasting love – a love that had endured beyond death. We had always intended that when our long service leave was due, we would take an overseas trip. We saved for the trip, and just as we had enough money and the leave was due, Agnes received the fatal diagnoses. It was with that money I tried to make my escape. During that wretched trip I met a few willing women, but the only time I accepted an offer I failed to get an erection. Agnes was still with me like my shadow. Now, for the first time since the loss of Agnes, I found myself after an acquaintance of no more than three quarters of an hour, drawn to this little woman – a woman so different from Agnes who had been tall, dark haired and yes, 38DD. That night in bed I continued my mental contemplation of Alicia. I felt that sense of foolishness again. “She won’t turn up on Saturday, why should she? Why would she want to tour around with a guy she’d only just met, especially with one of no great looks or other distinctions?” That was how my thoughts ran. I forgot at that point that I had won the lovely Agnes, but after all, that had been eighteen years ago and time had wrought physical changes. So that night and for the next day I hung in a wretched sort of limbo telling myself that Alicia would not turn up, but clinging to the hope that she would. Looking back now, I suppose this wish to be with Alicia was an early sign that I was at last letting Agnes go, and was beginning to crave the female company I had been so indifferent about since the death of Agnes. I shall not be romantic or overly sentimental about my desire to be with Alicia. It was not love at first sight. I think it was simply the male desire to be in the company of a female. True such companionship nearly always contains the potential for sexual desire, but in this case I think it was simply the wish to once more be within the physical orbit of this friendly little woman. Perhaps even this seems to be too much given the brief acquaintance, but let me refer you to your own life experiences. Have you not met a stranger to whom you have been drawn? Of course there is the obvious sexual attraction, but apart from that, there is the person you feel yourself warming to and want to extend the relationship. So it was that on Saturday morning I drove my aging Toyota into the city and after much searching found a parking space. It was a sunny day, but with a cool breeze blowing in from the south-west. I had taken special care over shaving and my choice of clothing, and such was my apprehension about the meeting I was standing under the Town Hall clock half an hour before the appointed time. I felt a bit an idiot standing there scanning the passers-by, so to try and pretend that I had not been early I walked round the block twice. This occupied about fifteen minutes and by then the anxiety level had really started to rise. I began the face scanning again and was still taken in the rear when a voice said, “Hello Malcolm.” I turned to see those hazel eyes looking up at me. “Hello, Alicia.” With frankness I was to learn was characteristic of her she smiled and said, “You know, I thought you might not turn up and I got here at quarter past nine. I thought that was rather silly so I went and had a look round some of the shops.” That inspired me to make my own confession about arriving early for the same reason. We both laughed at this and Alicia said, “Foolish isn’t it? We both have doubts about the other turning up, so we get here early. There’s no logic to it, is there?” “What would you like to do,” I asked. “Well,” she said, “I’ve heard a lot about the gardens that go right round the city centre. I suppose I could have gone and had a look on my own, but I thought, “If Saturday is a nice day, we could walk round them together’, and it is a nice day.” “Are you good at walking?” I asked, “because it’s a long way round.” “I bet I can outwalk you,” she boasted. “You might live to regret that statement,” I chuckled. “Try me,” she said, so we drove to the point where the Festival Theatres, situated by the river, form part of the gardens. This was an immediate winner with Alicia who had to walk round the large complex exclaiming, “I shall have to go and see something here.” I made a mental note of that, deciding hopefully that if I could discover Alicia’s taste in entertainment, I might get lucky, book seats, and go with her. We continued the walk beside the river until we came to a well-known restaurant just above the city weir. This inspired me to ask, “Would you like to have dinner here with me tonight? We could book a table now.” Much to my relief Alicia jumped at the idea, so the booking was made and we wandered on. As I have said, the gardens surround the city centre so we passed many different scenes. The old City Jail now no longer a jail and oddly a tourist attraction; the Brewery and other assorted businesses; even the City Cemetery where so much of our history lies buried; then through an area given over to sport, where was watched girls playing netball, boys playing cricket and others simply kicking a ball around. Our talk arose mainly out of Alicia’s comments and questions about what we saw, and still I learned almost nothing about her personal life. What I did learn, however, was that she was intelligent and a delightful companion. We stopped at a small restaurant for lunch and finally arrived back at the car after nearly five hours of walking. She had been right, she was still fresh and lively, I was beat. Alicia was stopping at one of the city’s classier hotels, which was a bit of a worry since it might have indicated expensive tastes. I got a reasonable salary but it wouldn’t stretch to cover things luxurious. I dropped her off at the hotel and made my way home to rest and get ready for the evening. I picked her up at the hotel and during the course of a very pleasant evening I got my first indication of her taste in entertainment. “Malcolm, I saw a poster outside the Town Hall this morning advertising a symphony concert. Where I come from we don’t get much chance to hear live music. Would you like to go with me if you’re free?” I wasn’t too sure about a symphony concert. I listened occasionally to classical music on the radio, but had never been to a live performance. Never the less, the idea of being with Alicia was starting to become a bit of a drug, so I agreed, saying I would make the booking. Alicia would not have this, and insisted that she made the booking and did the paying. “A very modern women,” I thought. Now began series of outings with Alicia. While I was at work it seemed that she spent time revisiting places we had passed on our walk, and had a look at other places I suggested. In the evenings we went to the cinema; managed to get seats for a musical at the Festival Theatre, and on Sunday we drove out to the hills that are like a backdrop to the city, and walked. The more I saw of Alicia the more I wanted to see her. There was nothing overtly sexual in our relationship. I think I still carried the memory of being unable to get an erection with the willing woman during my overseas trip. The truth was I didn’t get an erection at all at any time. It was as if my sexuality had gone in to neutral after the death of Agnes. Each time I dropped Alicia off at her hotel I had a dread that she would invite me to her room “For a nightcap,” and if things developed I would reveal what a sexual wimp I was. As it happened no such invitation was extended. Nevertheless, however muffled the sexual instinct might be, in an otherwise healthy person the old monster lurks there still awaiting its chance. The chance came when Alicia suggested that we might go to the beach one Sunday. I cannot boast that the beaches adjacent to our city are the worlds best, but there are some quite nice spots. On the Sunday in question we drove out south from the city to a reasonably quiet beach. I had my bathers on under my jeans and, as I was to discover, Alicia was also bather clad. The weather was once more kind to us, and I had brought a beach umbrella along. We set up the umbrella and spread a blanket on the sand, and then opted for a swim. The moment of my undoing was at hand. Alicia peeled off her outer clothing to reveal herself clad in the flimsiest bikini I had ever seen. I was speechless as I gazed at her. Her breasts, as I have indicated, were not large, probably 34 something or the other, but they were obviously well formed and firm and her top revealed them almost to the nipples. The bottom of her bikini where it passed over her sex organ sank into her cleft that seemed firm and well indented. Her legs were completely exposed to my sight for the first time, and were strong but beautifully shaped with strong looking thighs. I had my jeans halfway down and wanted to pull them up again because I was beginning to get an erection; and what an erection it turned out to be! Throbbing in time to my heart beat, straining for release from my bathers, quickly I felt it start to drip pre-cum; all this while Alicia stood looking at me, waiting for us to head for the water. I did the only thing possible and got out of my jeans fast and ran for the sea desperately trying to conceal my embarrassing projection from Alicia. Fortunately there were few other people on the beach to witness my discomfiture. That set the pattern for the day. It was an agony of craving for Alicia’s body. When other men passed by and stared at her I felt waves of hot jealousy engulf me. Perhaps I should have been happy that the curse of impotence had been lifted, but you men will no doubt understand the frustration of unfulfilled sexual hunger, especially when the object of that hunger is lying near you, touching you, and letting you experience that female fragrance that redoubles the desire. That’s how it was for me that day on the beach. Alicia talked quietly but animatedly, telling me about the things she had been to see when I was not with her, and the things she still wanted to see. All the time I was struggling to remain calm – or at least look calm – and could barely reply to her I felt so choked up with sexual arousal. On the pretence of obeying a call of nature I went to the toilet block and ensconcing myself in one of the cubicles I masturbated. I don’t know if my testes had been storing up my semen for the long period of my abstinence, but I felt as if I ejected a couple of bucketfuls. My action relieved my problem for a short while but the ongoing presence of Alicia soon had me worked up again. The companionship we had enjoyed, the growing friendship and ever more obvious affection we felt for each other, was coming into full flower. It was love, hot passionate love, or should I write lust? I was feeling. Alicia did not seem to notice my condition and for the first time that evening when I dropped her off at the hotel, I longed for that invitation to her room. Still the invitation was not made. I left her and drove home confused and frustrated. Chance Meeting That night I barely slept. What did she want of me? Was I just a passing acquaintance, someone to serve as a guide and companion while she remained in the city? She had done a lot of the paying for our trips and entertainments; was I just her toy boy set up for her amusement? I had to masturbate twice before I could get off to sleep. During the times we had been out together I had revealed something of my life with Agnes, but now I began to realise that Alicia had spoken hardly at all about her own life, even where she came from, what she did in the way of work, who her friends and relatives were. Her side of the conversations always concerned the immediate or very recent events and experiences. We continued to go out together but on my side the relationship had changed. I became eaten up with desire for her and was unable to concentrate properly on her talk and the things we were doing. I think the change in my manner must have been obvious, but Alicia appeared not to notice and went on in her now familiar quietly lively manner. How or why I did not try to make a sexual attempt on her I am not sure now, but feeling as I did I knew things could not go on as they were. Something had to give way, and when it did it was Alicia who initiated the action. It was a Saturday night and we had been out to see a show at the Royal Theatre. We had driven back to her hotel afterwards and I was anticipating the usual goodnight peck on the cheek and Alicia disappearing into the hotel. This night proved different. Instead of getting out of the car Alicia sat on. She was silent for a while and I waited, expecting her to say something about our next date. Then, with typical openness, she said, “You want to make love with me, don’t you Malcolm?” “I…I…er…I…” “It’s all right, Malcolm, I knew…I saw that day on the beach. I know why you’ve been so quiet since then; come up to my room.” I went with her in a daze, unable to believe that I was about to make love with her, and shaking with anticipation for what was to come. For all her frankness, when we had entered her room Alicia seemed overcome by shyness, and it was for me to make the moves. I began by kissing her gently and slowly removing her clothing as I did so. She was shaking as much as I was and once I had stripped her down to her panties – she was not wearing bras – I undressed myself and then lifted her onto the bed. There I removed her panties and deep kissing her I started to explore her breasts with my hand. She began to make little murmuring sounds as I started to suck her nipple, the sweet pink little mounds that I had come so close to seeing on the beach that day. Now they were there for me to enjoy. As I sucked I started to explore her vagina, and feeling its wet warmth I knew she was ready for penetration. Being at exploding point myself I drew her legs apart and came down between them, probing with my penis for her entrance. It was then she spoke those words, “You won’t be rough with me, will you?” Now our first sexual union was over, the union that I hoped would be one on many to come, and she stunned me with those other words, “Malcolm, I have to leave on Monday.” So what had this been a sort of farewell bonus? But then she asked if I wanted her to come back. She had come to occupy a foremost place my life; she had in a sense given me back a life and finally drawn me out of the sexual desert I had been wandering in, and now she asked if I wanted her to come back! Of course I wanted her to come back! Yet some reticence remained in me and I asked cautiously, “How long will you be gone?” Being Alicia she cut through my ambivalent response. “That does not answer my question, Malcolm. Do you want me to come back?” I still played my little game. “Do you want to come back?” “We’ve made love Malcolm, and I don’t do that lightly. I’ve said I love you and I don’t say that frivolously. Can’t you be honest with me and say what you really want?” “Yes, I want you to come back.” “Then I will come back; and in answer to your question about how long I’ll be away, probably a month, maybe a little more.” “What are you going to do?” “There is some business I have to settle. I’ll tell you all about it at the right time.” So there I had to leave it. I spent the rest of the night with her making love, continuing for most of Sunday. She had released the old devil in me and, so it seemed, it had been the same for her. She had not been a virgin at our first coupling and I wondered who had been the lucky man to split her maidenhead. I felt a nagging jealousy about that, but did not dare to ask any questions about her past sex life, despite the fact she knew about mine with Agnes. I tried to tell myself that what is past is past and has no bearing on what happens now and in the future. Despite my own experience with Agnes and what had followed from her death, I had still not learned how people are often held in thrall by past events in their lives. Late Sunday evening I left her. The next day I had to go to work and would be unable to see her off at the airport as she began her journey to “The Place.” She had said she would write to me and I could reply to an anonymous post office box that by its postal code I managed to identify as a small, remote township in the northern state. In the following weeks brief letters came from her telling me that all was going well and ending with, “I love you.” I replied in similar vein, being unwilling to reveal the depths of the loneliness I was experiencing and, since my release from sexual inability, how urgently was my hunger for her body. The weeks seemed to drag by and by the fourth week I began to get those feelings of doubt again. Was she just playing with me – still playing with me – and soon would tire of the game and I would hear no more from her? What was this “business” she had to deal with? Had I been a fool to let myself fall in love with her? I tried to tell myself I didn’t need her; that I would soon forget her, but none of this worked. It was during the fifth week of her absence that a brief note came; “Arriving airport Sunday 4-30 p.m. Please meet me. Can I stay in your house?” Then the usual, “I love you.” That was all. It was too late to write and tell her that she could stay at my house, but how was she to stay? Was she to share my bed – the bed where Agnes and I had made love so often? Should I get the single bed ready in the second bedroom? Before she had been stopping in a rather luxurious hotel, how could I compete with that in my comparatively humble suburban cottage? I decided that I would have to wait and find out the answer to my questions. I was at the airport and 4 p.m. almost shaking with excitement at the thought of being with Alicia again. The plane was late and I felt those feelings of agitation many experience on such occasions, and then the feeling of relief when the arrival is announced. Alicia came towards me in the arrival lounge smiling. I wasn’t sure how I was to greet her but as so often she took the initiative, pulling close to me and lifting her face to be kissed. With our arms round each other we kissed avidly much, I suspect, to the amusement of the other passengers and their welcomers. When we finally managed to stop the kiss Alicia said in her soft manner, “I’ve missed you so much Malcolm. I do love you.” Trying to swallow a lump in my throat I managed to croak out, “And I love you very dearly.” We collected and trundled off with her baggage. The quantity of her luggage gave the indication that she was intending to stay for a long time. I didn’t know then for just how long she would stay. Arriving home we had barely got her gear into the house when she flung her arms round me and pulled herself tightly to me saying, “Make love with me, Malcolm, make love now.” She was wearing a skirt for once, so I carried her to the old divan in the lounge, lifted up her skirt, removed her panties and with my trousers half way down my legs I penetrated her without any preliminaries. She was hot and very wet, her thighs soaked with lubricant, indicating that she had been sexually aroused for some time. I was in no better case, having suffered an erection from first sighting her at the airport. She came very quickly, beginning with soft gasps that climaxed in a squeal of ecstasy, as I shot my sperm into her. When we had finished she whispered, “I needed that so badly, my love.” I chuckled and replied, “Not nearly as much as I did.” I could very quickly have repeated the union but thought it better if I got Alicia settled in, after which, Alicia willing, we could continue with a less restricted period of conviviality. I might easily have conjectured that our activity indicated that Alicia would be sharing my bed, which of course was a double bed. Nevertheless, I thought it best to give her the choice. “Where would you like to sleep?” I asked somewhat sheepishly. She looked a trifle hurt at this question and replied, “With you, of course,” then sharply, “Don’t you want me to?” “Of course, darling,” I replied hastily, “I just wanted to give you the choice.” “You mean you wanted that silly self-doubt you seem to suffer from overcome, that’s it, isn’t it? You were testing me. Well I tried to reassure you as soon as I could. We could hardly have copulated at the airport.” “Sorry I muttered,” feeling a thorough idiot. We were standing, and she came to me and put her arms round me. “I have my doubts too, Malcolm, but of one thing I want you to be sure, I love you and want to be with you. At least trust me in that. Now kiss me and then show me where the shower is. I’ve had a long flight, I’ve made love, and now I’ve got your sperm and my juice running down my thighs and it’s uncomfortable – by the way, do you always ejaculate so much semen?” She laughed and went on, “Don’t answer that, just let me find out from experience.” She opened one of her suitcases and dug out a bathrobe, and after showing her the shower I carted the rest of her things into my bedroom. I looked round the room, remembering where Agnes’s clothing had hung and been stored in drawers; the dressing table where all those little items of feminine make up had once lain; then at the bed. For a moment I felt a pang of doubt spear through me. How could I share the bed with another woman? Then the thought, “I loved Agnes in life and beyond. I still loved her memory – would always love it – but life with all its joys and pains goes on whether we want it to or not, and now I loved another woman and would, I believed, continue to love her.” I remembered that Agnes had never been the possessive type, and would hardly have wished me to remain on hold for the rest of my life. Alicia entered the bedroom in her bathrobe. My own genitals and groin were somewhat sticky with our drying fluids, so I opted for a shower myself. I pointed out where Alicia could stow her things, and putting on my own bath robe headed for the shower. The incipient erection I had been experiencing came to full flower under the shower, and I decided that for once I would be the initiator when I got back to the bedroom. My decision was in vain. Arriving back at the bedroom Alicia was lying on the bed, her bathrobe open. “I thought you’d be ready for more loving, darling,” she said. “Come and make love slowly.” I looked at her; the small firm breasts with their inviting nipples; the long slender neck and those lovely hazel eyes, now half closed with a sort of relaxed desire; the narrow band of pubic hair, beginning on her mons and running down to her vagina. I felt the urge to taste her, something that I had not done with her so far. I took her by the hands and raised her up to stand on the floor. I pushed the robe from her shoulders and it fell to the floor. Mine quickly followed. I then sat her down carefully on the edge of the bed and kneeling before her parted her legs, and then raised her feet to rest on the bed. Her womanhood was open before me, the outer lips parted to show a hint of the soft, pink, inner lips. Above I could see the little hood on flesh covering her clitoris. I raised the hood and touched her clitoris. She gave a gasp of pleasure. I parted the outer lips with my fingers to expose more of the inner lips and bent forward and kissed them. At this Alicia started to try and struggle free of me crying out, “What are you doing to me? You can’t, you can’t…you might…” She did not finish whatever she wanted to say. I held on to her and converted my vaginal kiss to a thrusting tongue, pushing into her vaginal tunnel. She ceased struggling almost immediately, but continued to cry out, “What are you doing to me? You’re driving me mad…Oh Malcolm…what are you doing.” I transferred my tongue to her clitoris and her cries changed to a wordless sighing wail. I could feel her right on the edge as I continued to lick her, tasting the sweet liquor of her female juice and smelling her fragrance. She began to quiver, then gave a sudden convulsion accompanied by a long scream, then body shaking sobs as the delicious agony of her orgasm engulfed her. Passing her climax her cries became broken words; “Don’t…don’t…stop…please don’t sto…oh God…” When the last tremors of her orgasm had passed she fell back on the bed wailing, “What have you done to me…what have you done?” I came beside her on the bed intending for the moment to embrace her until I thought she was recovered enough for me to penetrate. She recovered more rapidly than I imagined. I was no sooner beside her than she sprang to life and began to smother my lubricant soaked face with kisses. Between the kisses she gasped out, “What have you done…what have you done to me you beast…you’ve ruined me you animal…I’ve never…I’ll always want…oh God, what have you done?” Clumsily I asked, “Haven’t you had cunnilingus before?” She seemed to shrink from me and muttered, “No.” I knew I had stepped on to painful territory so I tried to comfort her. “It’s all right darling, as long as you enjoyed it. Did you like it?” “You know bloody well I liked it, Malcolm, and I hope you did because I’m not going to be without it in future.” “That will be no problem,” I grinned, and with that I decided my time had come and apparently so did Alicia because she spread her legs wide as if ready to receive me. I came between them and felt her hand guiding me into her. Once more there was the sweet clinging warmth and a sensation of being sucked down into her depths. She was soaking wet with lubricant and my movements produced soft sloshing sounds that I found increased the urgency of my need to fire into her. When I finally came it was to the sounds of her voice murmuring, “I love you Malcolm, I love you so much.” Inspired by her declarations I struggled deep into her, and somewhere in the midst of this, and to my amazement, Alicia was having another orgasm. We howled and groaned together, words of love and desire pouring out of us along with my sperm and her juices. We ended, and I was overwhelmed by what I seemed to have unleashed in Alicia. The quiet little woman seemed to have turned into a consuming fire of sexual desire. And what had she done to me? I too was overpowered by my thirst for her. Laying there, my penis still in her vagina, I felt as if I never wanted to separate from her. That of course is the tragic dimension of sexual intercourse. No matter how long it may last; however many orgasm may be experienced, the time comes when the beloved ones must separate. And so it was for us. Other basic needs took over and eating was the order of the day. As together we prepared a meal and sat down to eat it, new thoughts about the relationship between Alicia and I arose. You may laugh at my antiquated ideas, but I am the sort who believes that the feelings Alicia and I had for each other, betokened marriage. That night in bed I said as much. Alicia seemed to freeze and I asked her if I had said something to hurt her. In a voice so low I had to strain to hear her she said, “I didn’t expect that marriage would be mentioned so soon.” “I don’t want to put any pressure on you Alicia, I just wanted you to know how I felt.” “I know, darling,” she said, but still remaining separate from me she was silent for a long time. Finally she said seriously, “I have something to tell you, Malcolm, something that might change your feelings for me.” “There’s nothing you could tell me that would do that,” I replied. “We’ll see. When I finished high school I went on to study at the Agricultural College. It was my intention when I finished to go home and work on the place. Before that I took a year to travel overseas…at least that was the intention.” “While I was away I met a man – oh, he was good looking, charming with all the right talk. I was twenty two, and would you believe, still a virgin. He talked about loving me and wanting to marry me and I was absolutely, and no doubt naively, taken in by him. I thought myself in love with him and that led on to my agreeing to have sex with him.” I thought that might be the end of the story, and I began to say, “But that’s something that happens to…” “No Malcolm, that isn’t the end. I was a virgin and let him split my hymen. It was very painful and I thought if he loved me he wouldn’t press on when I begged him not to. He didn’t stop and he hurt me badly.” “So you had no more to do with him?” “Please Malcolm; let me get it all out.” She was speaking more quietly than ever so I really had to strain to hear her, especially as she had got as far away from me on the bed as possible. “Malcolm, he did something terrible. I had been set up. He no sooner finished than he got off the bed, opened the door and called out, “Okay boys, she’s all yours.” She had turned her back to me and alI managed to hear at first were broken phrases but she became more distinct as her emotions took over. “Six…more…I tried…down…I don’t know…they hurt me so badly. He was…was laughing at me…’slut’…’whore’…getting ‘what women like you deserved’…and….and they kept on and on…the pain, the humiliation.” She stopped, sobbing pitifully, but then struggled on. “They left me bleeding. I was so broken… humiliated, I felt defiled…filthy, and I hated them…I hated men. I’ve never told anyone until now…no one. I didn’t even wait to report it but fled home as soon as I could and lost myself in work at The Place.” “Then mother died and father was killed. I worked on until I decided…until I decided to come here for a month. I suppose I’d got over it a bit by then, but I was still bent on avoiding men until I saw the back of your neck.” The weeping continued as she stammered out, “So now you know what a degraded woman you say you want to marry.” Her voice became unusually shrill and sharp as she turned to look me with tear filled eyes – looking at me with such intensity. “Do you still want to marry a slut, I filthy defiled woman?” I was horrified by the story she had told me but even more appalled at the terrible words she used about herself. I had wanted to ask her why she had never said anything to anyone before. Why had her loathing of men had not included me? Why was she revealing this now? But I had little time for contemplating these questions and certainly no wish to add to her pain by asking them, at least for the present. She was weeping heart-rendingly again, the sobs shaking her body. I let my heart speak at that moment and said, “Yes, Alicia, I want to marry you.” Plain words- perhaps too plain, but their effect was equally plain. She looked at me for a moment, then taking a long shuddering inward breath she then breathed out, “Oh Malcolm,” and flung herself against me. I held her in my arms as she wept out the poison she had retained so long. A small woman, she seemed even smaller now, and buried herself against me like a child seeking protection from the monsters of a nightmare. This petite woman, normally so strong and forthright, was now a sobbing little one in my arms. Chance Meeting I don’t think I had ever felt so protective of anyone – in fact I had never been called on to be so shielding. I felt privileged that I was the one she had told her story to, and loved her even more for her trust. I let her weep on until finally, exhausted by the outpouring of emotion she slept. I continued to hold her, and there was no further attempt at sex that night. I lay awake for a long time embracing her and thinking of what she had told me. One thing she had said puzzled me, “Until I saw the back of your neck.” That seemed totally out of place in the context of all she had told me. What had the back of my neck got to do with it? I felt I could safely ask that question in the morning. Eventually I dropped off to sleep with Alicia still burrowed into me. I woke in the morning to find Alicia still asleep and in my arms. I carefully disengaged myself from her, crept out of the room, showered, dressed and prepared breakfast. I took both our breakfasts on a tray to the bedroom where Alicia was just waking. “Breakfast, darling, I said.” It has often been said that we do not look our best when we first wake up, and I suppose there is some truth in that. Now I was surely seeing Alicia at her worst. The ravages of her tears still marked her cheeks and she looked anxious, perhaps regretting the revelations of the night. In this moment of vulnerability I think I loved her more than ever. “Come on, Alicia, sit up and eat.” I put the tray down on the table beside the bed and bent over her to raise her and put pillows behind her. She seemed to simply submit to this and said only the now familiar, “Oh Malcolm.” “It’s all right, my love, it’s out now and we can stare down the monster, just as you helped me deal with mine.” I took her hand and kissed it, and then she drew it to her cheek to let it rest there saying, “You really are a dear man.” I felt as if I wanted to cry myself, but instead I balanced the tray on the bed, sat beside her, and we ate in silence. That day I was due back at work, but telephoned in to say I had a “family situation” to deal with, which was at least partially true since I fully intended that Alicia would be family and at that time she needed me there. I waited until the afternoon by which time Alicia seemed to have brightened up. Long afterwards she told me she thought the morning light would bring about a change in my attitude, and that I would after all find her abhorrent. As she discovered that the contrary was the case her old self was gradually restored. It was then I decided to ask my puzzling question. “Alicia, last night you said that you were still avoiding men until you saw the back of my neck; what ever did you mean by that?” For the first time that day she laughed and said, “I found the back of your neck attractive.” “The back of my neck!” “Why not? People find all sorts of thing attractive. You men find women’s breasts attractive; their legs, hair, noses, eyes and so on. Women find all sorts of things attractive about men, so why not the back of a neck? I was looking for someone to ask the way top the post office and I saw the back of your neck and thought, “That looks nice I’d like to kiss it.” She followed word with action and kissed the back of my neck, and that sent a frisson of desire coursing through me, but I decided that the moment was not ripe to follow it up. Just between ourselves, I later tried to see the back of my neck with an arrangement of mirrors and I really couldn’t see anything especially attractive about it. But then, if Alicia thought it was, who was I to complain since that had brought me to the brink of marriage with her. That brought the subject of marriage to the fore. “Last night Alicia you asked me if I still want to marry you, I said ‘yes’, but you haven’t said you want to marry me.” “Yes, as soon as possible please.” As usual her bluntness caught me on the wrong foot, but I recovered sufficiently to express my delight and to kiss her at length. It took five weeks to get the marriage arrangements settled. Alicia had no parents, but a remaining grandparent, some aunts, uncles and cousins came from far and wide. My own parents travelled some distance to the wedding and that caused a brief period of awkwardness. They had been very fond of Agnes and felt a little wary of Alicia, but as I suspected, it took them only a short time to become enamoured of her. After the wedding breakfast we took off on a fortnight’s honeymoon and it was during the course of this that the matter of the house came up, and this gave rise to a couple of highly significant matters. It was after our nightly love making that Alicia asked, “Could we get another house, Malcolm?” My first thought was that she found it hard to live in the house I had occupied with Agnes, and I said so.” “Don’t be silly, darling,” she laughed. “I know how much you loved Agnes from the way you’ve talked about her. I’m glad you loved her so much because it shows just how much love you’re capable of, and now I am getting that love. If you’d said you hated Agnes or said nasty things about her I wouldn’t be in bed with you now.” “I’d like us to get a bigger house, I mean, yours is just a two bedroom cottage and I think we need a four bedroom house.” “For two of us?” “No darling, for three of us initially.” “Three?” “I didn’t tell you before, my love, but I’m pregnant. I think it must have been the first time we made love.” “What?...Why didn’t you tell me?” “And have you marrying me because I was pregnant? I wasn’t going to risk that. You were going to marry me because you wanted to be married to me, not because I might have blackmailed you into it.” “You know that wasn’t…” “I know, darling, but I had to be dead certain.” “But if your going to have a baby we still will only need two bedrooms.” “Malcolm, what are you saying? That we only have one? You are going to father at least three and possibly more.” “But Alicia, you know I don’t get much money so how…” “I’m afraid that’s another thing I haven’t told you.” “My God, what else is there to tell me?” “Well, my love, when I went away it was really to achieve two things. First, I wanted both of us to have time to think. Was our relationship one we really wanted to continue or was it a passing thing? I made up my mind that if you could accept me even after what I had to tell you, then you were the man for me.” “What’s the second thing?” “Ah, well, you see before I came to the city I had set in motion the sale of the property. I went back to complete the sale. I’m afraid, darling I’m…we are rather well off.” “How well off?” She mentioned a figure that shook me to the core. “My God, what was this place you sold?” “It was several thousand hectares.” “And you didn’t tell me?” “Darling, what would have happened if I had told you? You might have run because you didn’t want to take advantage of a rich woman, which knowing you it was the sort of thing you would do; or you might have married me for the money. You see, I had to be sure about that too. You married me for me and nothing else. “Is there anything else you haven’t told me I ought to know?” “Oh, just a couple of minor matters. On the day of our wedding a sum of money was deposited in the bank in your name. We can settle the details when we get home. The other thing is, I put of lot of my furniture and other stuff in store, so we won’t need to buy much for the new place.” “Oh my God, why me, Alicia, you could have had almost any man so why…” “Because I fell in love with the back of your neck; now do stop being difficult. I’m feeling turned on so make love with me again.” Not then or since have I ever been able to disobey that command, but to be fair, Alicia has been equally compliant with my wishes in the matter. The outcome so far has been a four bed roomed house and two children with every intention to try for another. Perhaps “try” is the wrong word because it suggests a chore and Alicia and I never seem to find making love a chore. Chance Meeting I had about an hour to kill before my next appointment so I stopped in this attractive cocktail lounge, sat down at the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks. As I tilted my glass to drink, I noticed you looking intently at me from the other end of the bar. I thought I detected something sexual in your gaze but wasn’t sure. You smiled and when I returned the smile, you picked up your drink and moved over next to me and introduced yourself. We talked for a while getting acquainted and finding that we had much in common and I still felt strong sexual vibes between us and wondered if you did also. When it was time for me to leave for my appointment, I told you that I was staying at the Marriott and asked if you’d like to get together later for drinks and dinner. When you quickly agreed, I told you my room number and said that I should be back at the hotel around 5 and suggested that you stop up to my room. I had gotten back earlier than I expected and decided to hop into the shower as long as I had some time. Meanwhile, you had also wrapped up business early and since you were in the neighborhood, decided to try me and see if I was back yet. I had just toweled dry when the phone rang and you asked if it was OK to come up a little earlier than we planned. I told you to come on up and slipped into a terry cloth robe just as there was a knock on the door. I let you in and you noticed that I had just showered and asked if we had time for you to jump in and take a quick shower to refresh yourself. You started to peel off your clothes and I got a quick look at your equipment as you headed for the shower which made my cock jerk in wishful anticipation. I lay down on the bed and turned on the tv as I waited for you and a few minutes later saw you open the bathroom door and step into the room totally naked with a huge, beautiful hardon. I gasped as I gazed transfixed at your erection and you advanced towards the bed with your pole sticking out in front of you. When you got up on the bed on your knees, I reached out and grasped your hard meat and tugged it closer to my lips so that I could take it in my mouth as I found it completely irresistible. As I started to flick my tongue out to lick your cockhead, you swung around so that you were on top of me in a 69 position and my eyes beheld your gorgeous cock, full, tight balls and puckered asshole. I couldn’t wait any longer and began licking your balls and sucking them as I felt you open my robe and then felt your warm breath on my genitals as you lowered your head and began working on me also. I pressed my face into your crotch and breathed in your sexy man odor as I ran the flat of my tongue over your throbbing shaft from the base to the tip and then took your entire crown in my mouth and began sucking your cockhead and tasting your delicious precum as it flowed onto my tongue. You were nursing on my cock also and the two of us were transporting each other into a beautiful world of sexual pleasure that cannot be compared. Your cock was made for sucking. I loved the flared, smooth head with the deep ridge around it and was completely lost in sucking it as your mouth had me in another world at the same time. We started deep throating each other and began milking our shafts each time we swallowed. I felt it coming and held you tight around the waist as my cock suddenly began shooting hot jets of cum into your mouth. That was all you needed and I felt your penis expand in my mouth followed by hot ropes of cum pouring down my waiting throat. We both hungrily sucked our juices down and held our cocks in our mouths until we sucked out every drop from each other before collapsing on the bed to recuperate. I suggested that we order dinner in the room so we could play as much as possible tonight as I had to leave first thing in the morning. We placed an order with room service and were lying on the bed talking and playing with each other’s organs when there was a knock on the door. You got under the sheets and I slipped on the robe to answer the door. The waiter came in rolling the cart before him and when he saw you lying in bed and me in a robe seemed to put two and two together and gave us both a look of approval and desire as he set the table for us. He was a very good looking guy in his 20’s with an athlete’s build and seemed very comfortable being in the room with us. I asked him, with a knowing smile, if he would like to stay a while and perhaps feed us our dinner and his eyes lit up in anticipation as he agreed saying that he was going off duty for a break as soon as he served our meal so he would be delighted to stay. I opened my robe and his eyes were riveted to my semi-hard penis and then you threw back the sheets and he gazed at your full erection and automatically began taking off his uniform. When he was completely naked, he turned around to face us and both of us gasped as we looked at his organ. It was fully erect and had a thick shaft about 8 1/2” long capped by a gorgeous flared crown with a prominent ridge all around. I grasped his penis in my hand and led him over to the bed where we had him lay back so that we could look him over properly. You bent over his cock and started playing with his balls as you gazed in reverence at his erection and I moved up and rested my cock on his face as he licked my shaft and tried to get the head into his mouth. I turned my head and saw you take his large cockhead in your mouth and heard you groan in ecstacy as you sucked his magnificent penis. After slapping his face with my cock, I fed the head to him as a big drop of precum was forming and he sucked it up and searched for more. He knew how to suck cock and you could see in his eyes and face that he was enjoying every moment of it as he worshipped my organ and sent waves of pleasure rolling over my entire body. I wanted a cock in my mouth also and suggested that we lay in a circle on our sides and suck each other to orgasm. You swung around, without missing a lick, and presented your crotch to my eyes and I just naturally gravitated towards your most beautiful and sexy cockhead since it was made for my mouth. When I closed my lips around your swollen head, I was in Nirvana since he was sucking me so beautifully at the same time. The three of us rested our heads on each other’s thighs and nursed sensuously on each other’s organs as every once in a while, I would reluctantly stop sucking you and take your balls in my mouth and run my tongue over them as I sucked them. Then I would go back to my favorite hobby which is sucking your delicious cock and enjoying every minute of it. Our waiter, Raoul, was milking my penis with his throat muscles and massaging my balls when suddenly I felt my orgasm approach and began shooting jets of cum down his throat which he greedily swallowed. This triggered his orgasm and I heard a muffled cry of surprise as his cock erupted thick ropes of jism into your hungry mouth and pushed you over the edge also as I felt your cock swell and was soon rewarded with mouthfuls of delicious cum as you twisted and turned in passion. I sucked every drop and drew deeply on your cockhead to draw out more before I lay my head back down on your thigh and rested as each of us did. We refreshed with the food and drink that Raoul had delivered and he asked if one of us would like to fuck him. The thought of working my cock in and out of his sexy ass was overwhelming and I volunteered immediately. He got up on the bed on his hands and knees and presented his beautiful rosebud asshole to me for my pleasure. I smeared some lube over his tight hole and put some on the head of my cock and fit my hard penis to his opening and pushed in just so the head popped inside and heard his moan as my thick cock penetrated him. I waited until he relaxed and then started to feed him more cock inch by inch and listened to his cries of passion as I got deeper and deeper inside. Meanwhile, I saw you crawl between my legs on your back and take his huge erection in your mouth as you began sucking him while I fucked him. His ass was nice and tight and gripped my shaft beautifully as I stroked in and out and then I felt your hands tugging on my balls and your fingers playing with my asshole and I gave myself up to the pleasures of the moment totally. The sensations his ass was providing as well as your hands on my balls had me in a different and most pleasant world and I could have stayed that way forever when suddenly I heard him cry out that he was going to cum and I stroked deeper to help him along. I felt his body tense and his asshole tightly milked my shaft as he started cumming and pumping his hot juices into your hungry mouth. I heard you moaning as you drank his cum and I worked my penis around inside him to try and feed you more of his juices. Then I let my cock slide out of his asshole and he collapsed on top of you as you kept sucking his slowly receding organ. After showering and relaxing a while, Raoul asked us if we were bi or strictly gay and when we told him we were bisexual, his face lit up with a smile. He told us that if it was OK with us he would call his wife and ask her to join us as she is one hot ticket and a beauty at that. He said that his wife, Carmen, loved cock and was especially turned on when she watched him with another guy. We both agreed immediately and he called her and told her that he was with two very sexy guys and she should come right over if she’d like some fun also. He said it would only take her about 10 minutes and told us that he would like to be 69ing with one of us when she walked in as that would turn her on right away. It was just about 10 minutes later when there was a knock on the door and Raoul got on the bed and motioned you to join him in a 69 before I opened the door. When you were busy working on each other, I opened the door and motioned her inside quickly shutting the door behind her. She was a true beauty. Long jet black hair, very sexy, good looking face and a body that never ended with the most gorgeous breasts and ass I’ve ever seen. She took one look at her husband and you sucking each other and immediately began to strip, never taking her eyes off him as he deeply sucked on your cock while you were deep throating his substantial organ. When she was naked, she walked over to me and took my semi erect penis in her hand as she watched the sexy scene before her. I led her over to a comfortable chair next to the bed and sat her down to watch the show as I dropped to my knees and started licking the insides of her thighs and slowly worked my tongue and lips up to her petal-like labia. I kissed each lip and then sucked each one into my mouth before sliding my tongue up and down her slit from her asshole to her clitoris. I dipped my tongue inside her pink vagina and tasted her delicious juices and her moans and gasps of pleasure were like music to my ears as I happily licked and sucked her. Then after some time, Raoul suggested that she get up on the bed so that the 3 of us could work her over properly and had me lay down on my back so that she could sit down on my cock. As soon as she had my organ deep inside her pussy, she leaned forward resting on her hands and presented her asshole for a cock also. You got behind her and lubed her puckered hole and slid your shaft inside her and we both started to fuck her as we felt our cocks rubbing each other through her thin membrane. Raoul stood up and leaned back on the wall as he fed her his soft cock to suck and all her holes were filled with cock and all of us were turned on by her whimpers and moans as we fucked both her openings and her husband fed her his meat to suck. The three of us had cum a few times already and were at that stage of sex where we could remain hard for a long time without cumming and yet feel all the fantastic pleasures our cocks were experiencing but Carmen had one orgasm after another as we switched positions every so often so that she experienced different feelings with each cock that entered her. She had cum at least twice with each of us and asked for a short break to rest for a few minutes and asked her husband to suck cock for her as she watched as it would get her going again in no time. I was lying alongside her so Raoul got down between my thighs and took my swollen cockhead between his lips and started sucking on it as he looked up at her with smiling eyes. Then you got down and started to suck his organ and the three of us immediately gravitated to a suck circle with Carmen eagerly watching and making sexy comments as we sucked each other for her viewing pleasure. Every once in a while we would hear her cumming and telling us how sexy we looked sucking each other as she shuddered in orgasm. She came over and played with our balls and assholes as we were in a different world tasting each other’s cocks while having ours so beautifully sucked. Then she asked if we would please stop for a moment as she would like to have one of our cocks inside her pussy so I immediately volunteered and got on top of her and rubbed the head of my penis up and down her slit mixing her juices with my precum just before feeding her my thick organ slowly inch by inch. Her gasps and moans were like music to my ears as I fed her more cock until she was full of my meat. I held my throbbing penis deep inside her and was just going to start stroking when I felt a cock press against my asshole and then felt a thick crown pop inside followed by short thrusts to lube us up before I felt his glorious organ begin to stroke deeply inside me. I was in heaven with my cock receiving tremendously exciting sensations from Carmen’s talented cunt as well as having a beautiful, hard, thick cock fucking my ass at the same time. Then I found out it was Raoul who put his arms around my body as he fucked me. Then suddenly he stroked deep inside me and held his throbbing tool there as he told me that you had just inserted your thick erection into his asshole and began describing to me how good it felt as it filled his ass. I don’t know how we managed it but we all stroked in rhythm and Carmen seemed to be cumming every five minutes. We were all lost in a world of sexual pleasure and our mutual moans, gasps and sighs added to the atmosphere of the moment. Then I felt Raoul’s arms tighten around me as his cock swelled and started pumping hot cum deep in my ass in spasm after spasm. I felt his hot juices splash into me and my penis erupted as I fed Carmen’s hungry mouth every drop of juice she could get out as I visited Nirvana. Soon after this, I heard Raoul grunt and then you cried out that you were cumming as you buried your organ deep inside him and shot load after load of your cum into his ass. Since Raoul had to get back to work and was already very late, Carmen left with him and we went back to bed as you decided to stay the night since I was leaving in the morning. That night we fulfilled a long time fantasy of mine as we slept with each other’s organs in our mouths all night and woke up a couple of times during the night being sucked or sucking to orgasm and then going back to sleep again. We had one last 69 in the morning for breakfast and determined that we would try and get together again as soon as possible whether it meant my coming back or you getting to see me, we would work something out. Chance Meeting David rolled onto his side and studied her nakedness, his eyes running from her slender throat languidly down to her glistening pale pubic hair. With equal slowness they returned and continued passed her throat to her moist face and stopped short when he realised that she was examining his body in the same manner. Comprehending he was staring at her, Louise blushed, her eyelids covering the blue eyes partially, adding to the surrealness of what was and what had been. Both gazed into the others eyes, minds wandering back to the ferocity of their lovemaking. David smiled gently as he recalled her delight at his passion; a delight matched by his at her vibrancy. What had started in the afternoon as a chance meeting at the golf club had actually attained a level of substantiality he had rarely experienced. "You know," she finally broke the silence, "it has been a good fifteen years since we first meet." He stared at her, the intake of breathe at her words bringing a frown to her face. Could she read his mind? He asked her, and she just giggled. "You know, I have wanted to do this from the first afternoon I saw you in the bank." Maybe returning the conversation to the past would ease his embarrassment at the last question. Once more she blushed, this time as her mind drifted back to the unshaven face that had leered at her over the counter; a leer felt all the way through her body; a face that had barely aged in the intervening years. She cleared her throat, consciously, rose and glided across the floor to the air conditioner. “This might keep us cool, although…,” her voice trailed off as she returned to the bed and stretched out beside him. David rolled onto his side, his left hand slowly tracing circles around her nipples, alternating the direction of circle as his hand meandered from nipple to nipple. "And you recall our little chat in the car park a few days later?" She waited his reply, her hand relocated to his chest and gently stroking his hairless chest. "You mean when I made a fool of myself again?” She nodded. “You told me that you were imagining yourself lying on a hammock on some desert island, watching the surf rhythmically roll in." "Very good." The tone indicated the amount of surprise she felt at his recollection. "You never did say what your fantasy was." "I didn't, did I." He fell back on the bed, hands clasped behind his head as now both her hands were running lightly over his torso as she adjusted her position again to maintain eye contact. "To be honest, then and to this day it is the opposite of yours." "Oh? Tell me more." her hands stopped their movements as she rose, crossed her legs and gazed upon him, awaiting his revelation. "A sleigh ride, along a winding track through a thick forest, in say either Canada or Russia, maybe even Siberia. Man and woman, a driver, a sleigh or troika, a horse and bells a jinglin' and the deepest white snow imaginable." He laughed, somewhat self consciously. "I was naked on the hammock.” Louise raised a hand from his chest and ran it through the damp blonde fringe that hung now over her eyes, “I hope we aren't naked in the sleigh." "Oh not entirely, as we are swathed in thick furs, buried under a thick fur rug." "MMMMMMMMMmmmm sounds nice and warm, and sexy." She grinned cheekily. "And that's all we do, just ride through the forest?" "No, because you are as naked under your coat as am I. The driver stops, we get off, remove the rug and tell him to return in an hour or so, and then we stroll off into the forest til we come to a clearing and then we... something the matter?" She had suddenly rolled off the bed and disappeared out the bedroom door as he asked the question. He rolled back onto his side, made as if to follow and then a sound stopped his movement; a door squealed open and hangers scraped against the metal rail and other hangers. He heard her footsteps on the timber hallway, she then reappeared. He gazed at her in bewilderment. She was wearing a white fox stole and holding two other fur coats still on their hangers; a blue fox and a white mink trimmed with white fox. "Time to see how that little fantasy of yours works out, lover. Chose your coat while I turn the air conditioner to freezing." Chance Meeting She stepped into the lounge and walked across toward her usual table setting down her books before dropping some money in the jukebox. She was unknowingly being watched as she chose her music for enjoyment during tonight's studies. Kaylynn sat down and opened her book. She grumbled at yet another night of homework and boredom. "Here ya go sweetie." said Beth when she dropped off Kaylynn's usual drink. "But I haven't even ordered yet." She replied. Not that she needed to anymore, but she always did. "I know, and it's been paid for." Beth pointed toward the bar where a rather tall robust looking man sat. "He's been in here for a few nights now… You really caught his attention sweetie. He's been watching you every night, putting on this 'shy' act." She said and rolled her eyes. Kaylynn wondered exactly what Beth meant by the 'shy act' comment, but didn't have time to ask… It was Friday and Beth was summoned to another table. For a moment Kaylynn eyed the man sitting at the bar. From this view he was quite handsome; tall, fit, shaved head, and well dressed. She turned her attention back to her books just before he turned to meet her gaze. He caught her head turning away to her studies. 'Was she looking at me?' he thought. The familiar music began to pour out of the speakers. It wasn't the same every night, but a similar style that seemed unfitting of her appearance. He rose from the bar stool. She was slim, well manicured, nicely dressed, and seemed quiet and solemn. The music she played was just the opposite. It intrigued him. He wondered if there was another side to her. He walked towards her hoping he was about to find out. "I like your choice of music." He said with a smile. Noticing she was nearly through with her drink he added "May I buy you another?" "Thank you, and sure why not." Kaylynn didn't look up right away. Something in her stopped her from doing so. "Would you like to sit?" Her loss for words was frustrating her more and more, and it was worsened when she did finally look up to meet the gaze of the familiar face sitting across from her. "I…" "My name is Mark," he said quickly, "and you are?" Smiling softly. His voice was just as familiar as his face. "Kaylynn," she said shortly "do I know you?" It was all she could think to say. She knew the answer, but couldn't help herself. "I'm sorry, of coarse I don't. Thank you for the drinks. How are you?" She wished he'd shut her up. The more she spoke the worse it got, and she was sure she was just a shade short of being the same color as her low cut burgundy shirt. He chuckled, "It's ok, I caught you off guard, you being deep in your studies. Let's try this again… Hi, I'm Mark." He said still smiling. "I'm Kaylynn. Would you like to join me?" She had to take a deep breath so as not to ramble on again. He was… gorgeous… stunning… and his voice, commanding. She continued cautiously, "So, at risk of sounding cheesy, do you come here often? I so often have my nose in my books that I don't really notice… anyone." She had to struggle with every word to make it not seem as if she was falling to pieces. "Not really. But I have been here for the last few nights. It's quiet here. People don't bother you… much." He turned his head toward the wall as if avoiding something or someone. There was a girl across the room that Kaylynn spotted who seemed to be fixated on Mark. Kaylynn smiled when she met the gaze of the girl, then turned to Mark put her hand on his and leaned closer to him. "Has she been watching you all night like that?" He nodded and leaned closer taking Kaylynn's hand in return. "Looks like she's on the phone with someone. Do you know her?" "No, but looks like she knows me. I may have to get out of here… But I just got the chance to meet you." He sounded sincerely disappointed, and squeezed her hand slightly. The more he spoke and the more she looked at him she began wondering if Mark was actually his name. Could she be talking to… no, it couldn't be… could it? "I know a little coffee shop near my house. Besides I could use a little pick me up after all this homework." Kaylynn hoped he'd say yes. She wasn't ready to let this night get away from her to end up in another Friday night movie marathon. He didn't even answer her he stood up still holding her hand and motioned for her to lead on. Reluctantly she let go of his hand so she could scoop her things into her bag, and in a single motion she through the bag on her shoulder grabbed his hand and led him out the door. Kaylynn saw the girl getting up from her chair so she moved a little faster. He easily kept pace with the long stride he possessed. When they stepped out the door there was a car coming around the corner and slowing down. The windows rolled down and three girls started screaming. Kaylynn knew it was him now. She quickened her pace to a run. "I know a better place." "I don't think anywhere will be safe." He was doubtful and pulled out his phone to make a call, but Kaylynn seemed sure so he followed. He would be at the ready to call his car. She led him into an alley, and for a moment wondered what she might be thinking. He thought about taking off, but she led him through the back door of an apartment complex. She yanked hard on the door to shut it "There will be a missed teenage liaison tonight, but those girls won't be able to follow us in." She smiled softly at him careful not to meet his gaze, and when she finally realized who she was really with her heart leapt into her throat. Why would he have picked her to talk to out of all the obviously available girls in the bar? "So, where's this coffee shop you were telling me about?" He smiled and took her hands again. "Up two floors in my kitchen?" She hoped he wouldn't think poorly of her. Under normal circumstances she would not be taking a man she just met up to her apartment, but by the look on his face she could tell he was grateful for the invite. She opened the door to her one bedroom apartment and a subdued scent of fruit drifted out into the hallway. Her place was clean, but it definitely looked lived in. There were a few articles of clothing she immediately snapped up that said she was not expecting company. He just stood there in the doorway for a moment wondering where this was going. She was already in the kitchen getting her coffee maker out. "What'll you have?" She was so nervous now that all she could do was go through with what she had said. She heard the door shut. She wasn't sure what she'd do if she looked him in the eyes again. "I use to work in a café so I can make pretty much anything." She felt his hand on her shoulders, and almost jumped. "Thank you for bringing me here. I didn't want to go home, and that's where I would have ended up if those girls were able to keep up the chase. I'll just have some ice water if it's all the same." As he spoke to her he started rubbing the tension out of her shoulders. She set the coffee maker down and wilted against him. He felt her let out an audible sigh. He let go when she leaned towards the freezer door. She pulled out a bag of ice that had solidified from infrequent use and started to chip away at it. She felt his body beside hers and his hand was on top of her hand taking the butter knife away. "It's ok." He whispered. She turned to look at him for the first time since the bar and could feel her legs weaken. He brushed her hair away from her eyes and when his fingertips touched her cheek she felt her heart pounding out of her chest. "Come sit down and well get to know each other." She nodded and they sat on the couch. "I had planned on asking you to dance before we got rushed out of there… Can we turn on some music?" Kaylynn crossed the room to turn on the radio and shed her sweater along the way. She felt his eyes on her. She knelt down to pick out her favorite CD, and when she hit play bluesy Rock `n' Roll poured out of the speakers. He met her half way, took her in his arms, and began to dance. His moves were fluid. That is until he backed into the coffee table and they tumbled down to the floor. Both laughing Kaylynn started to pick herself up, "I think this may be too small a space for a dance floor." She said giggling and sat on the couch. He sat next to her. There was silence for what seemed like an eternity before Mark asked her if he could see her again, "Maybe in a more… controlled environment?" Though she tried not to let it show a look of disappointment came over her face. "I'd love to… Are you leaving?" She was trying not to sound desperate, and failing miserably. "No!... Uh… Unless you want me to." He felt like a fool. Finally he did what he had wanted to do since the first time she took his hand. "I don't…" She got out before he leaned in to kiss her. When his lips touch hers her entire body shuddered. It had been so long since she had been kissed, and even longer a kiss like this. Their eyes met once again as their lips parted and she could think of nothing more but the want, no, the need to kiss him again. So, she did. She was met with the same immediacy from him, and this time it was deep, passionate, and lasting. She felt his hand on her knee moving slowly up her thigh then around to the small of her back. He pulled her into his arms and leaned over her as she lie back on the couch. She could feel the strength in his arms that held her so gently. Kaylynn wasn't sure what she was doing, but she couldn't stop, not that she wanted to. She moaned softly, and he pulled away. "Are you ok?" He whispered. She smiled "Oh yes." He slid his hand up into her hair and pulled her into him once again. He felt her hands on his back as she clenched his shirt and pulled him closer. He started kissing her neck and slowly moved down to the curve of her breast. He felt her writhe beneath him. "I want you…" she heard herself whisper. She feared what he might think of her, but his hands and lips were so warm and soothing that she couldn't help herself. She wanted to be taken. "Not here." he whispered in reply. He sat back taking her with him. He stood and swept her up with him easing her legs around his waist. She directed him towards her bedroom. When they got to the door she reached down to turn the handle. In her urgency she fumbled and he pinned her against the door. She cried out in pleasure then managed to get the door open. They stumbled into the room and onto the bed. He leaned over her and she started unbuttoning his shirt. She ran her hands up over his shoulders to remove the shirt. She could see the definition in every muscle even in the dim light that shone in through the doorway. He paused a moment and looked at her intently. "I hadn't planned on… Do you… have protection?" He whispered stammering through the awkwardness. Kaylynn tried to catch her breath. She stood in front of her vanity, weak kneed, rifling through a drawer, and then let out a sigh of relief… There was one. She started back to him and he grabbed her waist to sit her down on his lap. His finger tips smoothed along each side of her breasts following the line of her shirt till they met at the base of her neck. He unhooked it and proceeded back down over her breasts to take hold of her shirt and pull it off over her head. He caressed from the tips of her fingers all the way down to her waist where he lifted her up to stand before him. He pulled her into him wrapping his arms around her to unzip her pants. There was what appeared to be an elaborate tattoo on her lower back that he had caught a glimpse of earlier and was anxious to see just how for down it went. "Beautiful." The sound of his voice resonated in her ears. She turned toward him and stood there fully revealed. The look on his face was that of desire, hunger; he ached for her. She watched his eyes study her from head to toe. Just as her nerves began to take hold of her she felt his hands in hers. She jumped and let out an uncontrollable yelp. "Are you ok?" He asked again. It was as if she had to force herself to speak. "Yes" it was almost inaudible. "I…" She couldn't speak, so she kissed him passionately. As she moved into him she explored him with every inch of her body letting him know that she was indeed ok with this. He reached down to unzip his pants and she stopped him. "Let me" she whispered and nibbled on his ear. Breaking contact with him was torturous. All she could think of was being as close to him as possible. She had him stand so she could remove his pants and as she stood back up she caressed his body with her own. For a moment she fumbled with the wrapper, her hands shaking from nervousness and anticipation. He put his hands on her shoulders, and as she put it on him he shivered. Again he swept her legs up around his waist and sat back down on the bed. It thrilled her that he did this with such ease. She maneuvered so he could enter her and slowly let herself down until he was deep inside of her. Together they moved kissing one another, their hands exploring every reachable part, sounds of pleasure resounding throughout the room. The softness of her skin was like silk in his hands, and the strength of his body beneath hers sent tremors throughout her. She could hardly contain a scream of delight when he grasped her tightly, turned over onto the bed and thrust into her. She could feel the perspiration forming between them making it seem that they were becoming one. She heard the music still playing in the other room, and felt the beat pounding in her ears. As he entered her again and again she felt herself rising into a level of ecstasy that was beyond what she ever remembered. He felt her contracting around him and she could no longer stifle her cries. The sensation burned like a wild fire from her thighs out to her finger tips and into her toes. She let go and then clenched his back not realizing the evidence she was leaving behind of their mutual seduction. He could hold back no longer. He thrust wildly into her, his voice echoing in her ears. "Oh Kaylynn, yes… yes!" His heart pounded so hard he began to feel dizzy. Still he kissed her deeply and felt her hands slide down and pull him into her once more. They moaned in unison, holding on to the last bit of physical sensation that too quickly abated. He lay beside her, both of them trying to catch their breath. He ran his fingers across her neck down to her thigh and rested. She awoke next to him, still in his embrace. Chance Meeting I was walking down the street one day on my way to the shopping mall. When I noticed this 18-year-old beauty bending over wearing this spandex-jogging suit. I Slowed to take in the full view her nice tight rounded firm ass. Her long beautiful legs as she stood up I noticed her firm 36c breasts she had a nice face red hair green eyes and a set of pout lips begging to be kissed. As I walked by I smiled at her and she smiled back I walked in front of her I bended over to pick up something I dropped so I could giver her this view and as I bended over my skirt raised giving her a view of my tight little thong hugging my ass and crotch. I looked back a little and she was stairing right between my legs, which I loved. As I stood up she walked towards me and said hello my name is Karen. Hi I’m Chrissy. We exchanged pleasantries. And we decided to go get some coffee together. We sat there drinking coffee getting to know each other better. After a couple of hours I started to rub her leg with my foot that I slipped out of my sandal as we talked. She smiled at me shyly as I looked into her eyes. I said did you like the view earlier? Karen turned a deep red and said yes. I rubbed her leg more creeping up more towards her thigh till my foot rested between her legs toe very lightly teasing her pussy through the crotch of her spandex shorts. Karen faces turned even deeper red as I teased her with my toes. I looked at her and said would you like some more? She shyly said yes. I removed my foot slipped my sandal back on and we got up and left and walked towards my place, which was only a few blocks away. As we walk I whispered dirty little thoughts in her ear. As we arrived at my place Karen was flush and red knowing that what I had said to her on the way over was starting to sink in I opened the door and closed it behind us. I lead her into my bedroom unzipped my skirt let it fall to the floor and climbed into my bed. I laid down on my back spread my legs and started to softly rub the crotch of my panties feeling how wet I had become every touch was making me shiver. I watched Karen stair at me as I please myself I moved my panties aside and I slowly push 2 of my fingers deep inside myself. Mmmmmmm I moaned as Karen eyes were fixed on what I was doing. Karen come onto the bed I finally said after cuming on my fingers. She climbed onto the bed next to me. And I placed my dripping wet fingers in her mouth and she started sucking on them like it was her last meal it drove me wild. After she let go of my fingers I kissed her passionately then removed her spandex shorts to see she had no panties on and her crotch was soaked I smiled and moved down between her legs. I spread her legs wide open admired her perfectly shaven pussy then slowly lower my tongue down to her dripping pussy and take a slow long lick savoring her sweetness. As I licked her pussy deep starting to flicker my tongue faster hearing her moan louder and louder I found her clit with my fingers and rubbed it in slow hard circles driving her over the edge making her wildly cum and buck her hips off the bed. As she calmed I slowly climbed up the bed beside her and kissed her deeply again knowing she could taste herself on my lips. Tracing her pussy lips with my fingers making her shiver with pleasure. I slowly started circling her clit with my fingertip pushing my finger deep inside every couple of circler motions sinking in deep to her wetness. Faster and harder deep as I can till she finally explodes all over my fingers. I slowly removed my finger and sucked her juices off them mmmmm tasting so good licking my own fingers clean. After I was finished I started to softly push her down between my legs she slowly moved down till she was just inches away from my dripping wet pussy lips. She slowly lowered her head down and started to softly suck my pussy lips into my mouth spreading my lips with her tongue pushing her tongue deep inside me well she sucks my pussy lips into her mouth god it felt so good. As she sucked hard the louder I started to moan felt so good with in minutes she had me cuming hard into her not letting she found my clit with her thumb and started to rub it in hard circles making me cum even harder spraying my juices all over her face bucking my hips wildly. As I calmed she smiled up at me my juices glistening on her I pulled her up and kissed her deeply tasting my own juices mmmmmmm cleaning her face with my tongue. After we kissed we fell asleep in each other arms. I awake to a note that said. I’ve gone shopping call me if you want me to come back 555-6767. I smiled and went to take a shower made sure I shaved my pussy clean. When I got out I wrapped myself in a towel and walked to the phone and picked it up and dialed the number. Karen answered right away I said hello and asked her when she would be back and she told me right after she got out of the lingerie shop she was in. I smiled hung up the phone and got dressed in my tightest snug fitting thong and a tight lace nighty and sat down in the living room waiting for her. When she arrived Karen walked right in and I called told her I was in the living room waiting. I sat there waiting in my most seductive pose. She said she would be right in after she changes. She went to bathroom and walked out into the living room wearing a see through body suit with the crotch removed. Karen saw me and noticed the wet spot in my panties right away. She right away kneeled down between my legs and started nibbling at my crotch through my panties making me moan and squirm under her touch. Then she slowly removed my totally soaked through panties and tossed them aside and pulled me down onto my back and straddled my face. I saw her beautiful wet pussy inches away and reached up and started to lick her pussy deep well she leaned down and started to suck my pussy with her tongue berried deep inside me like the day before. Within minutes we had each other cumin wildly in each other mouths. We continued licking and sucking each other till we both cumed another 2 times. She turned around and we kissed each other deeply tasting each licking each other face clean our juices mixing tasting so good mmmmmmm. I spread my legs and she started to rub our clits together. The pace quickened and we cummed hard our juices mixing once more we cummed so hard. We laid there cuddling to each other for what felt like minutes but turned out to be an hour. We looked at each other and deeply kissed. And moved to my bedroom. We got onto my bed and started kissing passionately hands roaming all over. We got back into the sixty-nine position and started licking and sucking each other to many glorious cums. We switched and I was down between Karen legs licking her very deep with my finger pushing into her tight bud she started moaning even louder I had her Cumming in seconds she wildly started bucking her hips well my finger was berried deep in her sweet bud well my mouth tried to keep up with her spraying pussy. When she finally calmed I removed my finger and climbed up and kissed her deeply. After we kissed I straddled her face and she leaned up and started to devour my pussy licking it deep sucking my clit switching back and forth between the two. I rotated my hips to her every move. My pace quickened as Karen started licking me faster and deeper till I cumed hard in her mouth grinding my pussy into her face harder knowing I’m spraying her face with my juices. When I finally calmed I laid down next to her kissed her deeply and we fell asleep in each other’s arms. Chance Meeting "Where IS Maree?" She shuffled impatiently in her seat. It was so typical of her girlfriend to forget to meet her at their coffee shop that afternoon. She looked around at the full-house; animated couples and comrades chatting about the coming weekend, suit-clad brokers holding meetings and scribbling on paper napkins, a gaggle of high-school girls playing "he said, she said." Five more minutes and that's it. Damn it was hot. Where was she? She took a sip from her OJ. She was about to bend over and pick up her bag when a figure filled the doorway to the coffee shop. The sun was behind him and the glare left details fuzzy, but his silhouette was complete in itself to command attention. He moved in and was clearly looking about for someone. "Oh well, I can dream, cant I?" she quietly muttered under her breath. Still, he had a presence about him that demanded she continue her appraisal. As he walked, nay – glided, about the entrance, she could see he was well tailored, designer jeans not ostentatious, classy, white polo, and, yes, his shoulders filled it well – this guy works out. Trying not to look too obvious, she looked about her, fidgeting with her bag trying to look busy. It dawned on her that every female and schoolgirl in the shop was openly gazing at him, some stroking their hair in obvious approval. He seemed aware, but in a way that suggested he was comfortable with himself in that situation without appearing arrogant. He was tall-ish, six feet and a bit, neat, medium length dark hair with a slight wave, swept back and glossy. His face showed him to be in his early thirties, with a clear complexion that gave signs of outdoor sporting activity and remnants of what looked like a penchant to grin boyishly. Dark brown eyes, deep and intelligent, not puppy-dog at all. Handsome? Yes, but in a strong sense rather than some cutesy model-boy look. He exuded depth and well, when he turned away momentarily and she glimpsed his strong legs and tight butt, whew, it was REALLY hot in here....wasn't it? Ever had days when you are as ripe to pick as a golden peach? The day destiny looks over, spots you and says, "Come hither, I have plans for you...?" Our male focus finally looked about and shrugged nonchalantly. He turns and walked towards her. She swallowed. He leaned over to her and in a smooth tone, asked "Excuse me, I'm supposed to meet a friend here, she hasn't arrived. Is that seat next to you taken? Do you mind if I sit there while I wait?" She wanted to say, "Stay here for the rest of my life, honey." She wanted to say "Forget your friend, she doesn't deserve you, take me instead." Oh God, was she actually not going to say ANYTHING? She mustered some dignity. "Seems we're in the same boat. You're very welcome to wait here – I'm, Angela." And assertively held out her hand. Their eyes met and electricity flew as their hands clasped lightly and – almost – lingeringly. A smile creased his face – there was that grin hinted earlier – what a knockout. Why didn't they turn up the air -conditioning? "I'm Aaron, thanks for the seat." He said sitting just close enough to her in the booth table so that they were next to each other. Doing what strangers do, they made small talk. They talked about the weather (he felt the heat today for some strange reason,) they talked about café society culture; they commented on the different types of people about the store and got deeper and deeper into conversation. On occasion their eyes would linger, locking, and longingly, there was that spark again, and both would shyly distract themselves into further conversation. They had plenty in common. He was a yachtsman by leisure and an Internet consultant by trade – she loved the idea of the yacht. He enjoyed drama, theatre and dance. She was a dancer and rising actress bordering on several stage opportunities – she made a decent living and it was her passion. The schoolgirls caught her eye; they were giggling and making eyes at him. He politely ignored them as he listened to her speak about her recent role in an Ibsen play. She felt almost possessive. Girls, you're out of your league – he's with me. A trickle of succulent sweat escaped from her tied back long hair and ran down her back – but it felt sensuous and welcome. Her body was warm, relaxed, supple and strong – no stranger to working out. It reminded her that she too was attractive, that he might find her – attractive? She was more than that by now, the heat, the compatibility, this gorgeous male, her juices were positively simmering. In their animated conversation, their hands brushed, sparks flew, fingers touched, and somehow stayed together. He looked at her, their eyes both revealing their yearning. "I don't know what happened to my friend...." And his voice trailed away as if to say "And I don't really care anymore." She moved next to him, her mouth aching for him. Their legs touching, her hand holding his where their legs touched. She wanted him, now, over and over. His face said it all too. So much heat! She wanted to explode. He read her need well and took a risk. Slowly unclasping his hand from hers, he let it drift down, slowly to the hem of her short skirt and lightly, like silk, touched her, ever so slightly on the inside of her thigh just above her knee. She could not take her eyes off him, her cheeks slightly flushed. As if of their own volition, her legs slowly parted to give him permission. Angela could feel his breathing, earnest, anxious, excited but controlled near her and she felt sure hers was the same – but breathless as well. He swallowed silently and gently started to stroke upwards along the inside of her thigh. Her toned dancer's muscles felt like they were smooth silk on fire to him, as his hand and fingers lightly found their way slowly and tantalisingly further up her. Angela felt her body respond. She felt and saw her shapely breasts and nipples hardening under her light summer blouse – she felt delicious, edible. The waiter walked past with a knowing smile – he knew something was afoot even if nobody could see it. They both made a futile attempt to sound like making small talk, but it was not convincing – in anyone's book. Still, the rest of the café seemed oblivious to the building passion. His fingers finally rose to softly touch her cotton pants. Even with this tantalising touch, he could feel the moisture, how wet her lips were becoming. He ever so gently stroked along their length, savouring the sensation and Angela's radiating heat. Her hips rocked backwards, her legs as discreetly open as he could muster without giving the game away, she gave him a look of raw, aching desire. A lot less subtly, her hand moved across to his groin. No mistaking how hard he was. His eyes widened and lips parted and he settled to the sensation of her hand gently squeezing his rock-hard penis inside his jeans. Aaron gently slipped one finger under the side of her pants and then another, slowly sliding Angela's pants aside and rythmically stroking along her soaking lips, every so often entering her wet heavenly pussy. He felt her clitoris, hard, and gently teased it before recommencing his stroking. Angela gasped audibly. It was too much. She was not going to be able to control herself any further. She moved his hand back, settled momentarily, grabbed her bag and his hand and threw a note on the table, taking him with her. The girls "ooohed" as they went past. She needed to have him now. Alongside the café was an alleyway – "There is a God" she muttered and they both walked down there. Along the Alley was an alcove area normally used for storage, it was out of general view of the public. As soon as they made the enclosure, they locked together, mouths eagerly taking their long-denied satisfaction. They breathed each other deeply and pressed themselves long and hard against each other. She became aware their hips were rocking together in unison. Angela felt Aaron's mouth leave hers and kiss her lightly down her exposed neck, pondering longingly at the nape, and lightning! Her hand unbuttoned her blouse and drew his head down towards her breast. Aaron was eager to continue where he left off and as his tongue lightly flicked her hard nipples and sucking long, she pressed herself against his face. His hand moved again up the inside of her thigh and this time removed her pants. She was sodden and gasped again as his fingers took up their amazing work along her, inside her, building up and exciting every erogenous point inside her and out. His other hand stoked her back and buttocks. Angela rocked her hips to the call of her body, she was groaning, deep inside her came moans aching for release. She let go and let herself be overcome by ecstasy of a type she had never encountered – out here in the open, being pleasured by a stranger that she felt she had loved all her life. Before the point of no return, Aaron's mouth moved down her body and met her need without missing a beat – what a lover! His tongue worked along and inside her and finally, this was it. She gasped, panted, stifling a scream as her body was overcome by wave upon wave of explosive spasms. She clutched his head to her groin as if it were her very first orgasm and wanted to have it forever. He seemed to be instantly responsive to the passing of her first waves and paused to move up to her, kissing her and stroking her as he pressed against her. "Patient soul, to want to please me first," she briefly murmured between caresses and kisses. "You think I didn't enjoy that? You are fantastic, but I need..release." he responded hungrily. Angela pulled back briefly, smiling with a coquettish girl look and loosened his buckle and jeans. "Let me see what we have here." She said and deftly pulled down – "I'd say pretty well hung, buddy – but in need of some attention." She descended downwards, and appraised her new lover's appendage. He stood proudly. She placed her long fingers around it at was pleasantly surprised that she could barely wrap them around –designed to please. Angela could not be happier if she had won the lottery. Carefully she cupped him. What word came to mind? Substantial. She looked up at him, he standing there, prone before her, his head haloed in the sun – an urban angel sent for her. She could see by the look of Aaron that he would not be long, and wanted to make the most of it. She playfully teased him with her tongue, tasting his saltiness. She let her tongue roll around in languid licks, causing him to moan. Gently she squeezed with her fingers. Not yet, not yet. Still gently pressuring him, her mouth took him in. She thought to herself: "Feel me, Aaron. Feel the velvet inside my mouth, how moist, how inviting, how tantalising, you want more. This is heaven and you never want it to end." Gradually working with her tongue and head, she moved slowly and further along. Aaron's eyes rolled back into his head, closed. His hips took on the slow rocking motion she had only herself enjoyed. She felt herself heating up at the scene this must present. "How naughty, how deliciously naughty!" To have so much power with one's mouth was wickedly sinful – there truly is a God. She took as much of his length as she could comfortably, and he responded with gasps and moans that brought her to a new depth of heat. It was time, she thought. She removed her mouth gently, and again squeezed him until he drew a shuddering sigh. Picking herself up off her knees, she drew her to him, still holding his rigid member, and lifted her skirt once again. Aaron lifted her gently off the ground. She stared in his eyes. His hunger for her was palpable, making the air shimmer around her, making her wetter and wilder, prepared to abandon all. She spread her legs and moved them forward to straddle him. Aaron had found a bricked-up window ledge to steady her as he closed in on her. Their mouths tasted each other searchingly. She guided his hips and paradise to hers. His tip touched her womanhood. She breathed in, breathed out and kissed him deeply as her lips parted to let him enter. There was that electricity yet again – even after so much already! He slid into her, at first gently, letting her take him fully. Then they were fully together. He started long, strong strokes, leaving her oh-so-briefly only to plunge back inside her. Even now as he built up to his crescendo, he was making sure she took full stimulation. She felt on fire, her body again responding with more fundamental gasps, he moving in and out, in and out, over and over, gradually building his power, she could feel his muscles tense, he wanted to come but he was going to bring her with him. They bucked against each other. Freed from the windowsill and he carrying her fully, her eyes those of a lost sprite taken in joy; his like a wild lion, exuding strength and power. She could do no more, and abandoned any shred of remaining modesty. Angela gasped and moaned, biting into his shoulder. Aaron shuddered and roared as finally they came in a long rolling climax. Bliss, oh, bliss. A bead of sweat trickled down her face, she must have momentarily blacked out – wow, another first! The first of many, she hoped. A pair of soft lips kissed her cheek. Her eyes still closed, she moved her mouth from his shoulder to kiss them long and deeply. Her hair wet (along with all of her.) A gentle hand cupped her breast and stroked down her back. She allowed the lips to quietly suck her. Mmmmmm. Yum. She let those fingers move back between her legs and gently enter her. Mmmmm. Something had changed – it was the taste of that last kiss. Slowly she drew from her dreamy state and remembered delicacy of these lips, tongue, taste, and the long delicate fingers. Angela realised it was not Aaron and opened her eyes to look at him. He was still closed in his reverie. "I see you two didn't waste any time, mind if an unreliable friend gets her just reward? I think a bottle of ice cold champagne is sitting in my fridge – let's see, first you can spank me for being sooooo naughty and then we'll see what we can get up to with the bottle after we drink it. Mind if I bring my boyfriend home to meet you?" In unison the new lovers groaned and laughed: "Maree!" The End Chance Meeting {There is almost no sex in this story.} * I had just waved goodbye to my client as the limo pulled away, taking him to the airport. "Very successful meeting!" I thought. The signed contracts in my briefcase meant almost a half year's income to me. I am a money finder, I find someone who needs money, then I find someone who has money, and I get in the way of it and make a few bucks as it goes by. That's a bit simplistic but you get the idea. So I was happy, the new startup had the 3 million dollars they needed, my clients had a nice 9% return and I got my piece out of the deal. Of course my share arrived in bits and pieces over the terms of the deal, but the first transfer was already made, a nice fat 5 grand was in my account. Once again, just in time, the house payment was due. I turned and headed for the Max, our local train if you can call it that that runs back and forth from the suburbs to downtown. If I had been looking at where I was going or what was around me everything would probably have been different but I wasn't. I was giving my bread and butter client a last bright smile. Then my world seemed to explode. Something hit me, it took me a few seconds to realize a woman had run into me full tilt. It didn't help that she wasn't looking either, she was looking over her shoulder. There was a sickening flash of pain and shock, we hit dead square and down I went, her body momentarily on top of me and then rolling on past down the sidewalk. For a moment I couldn't breathe, then the screaming pain in my groin added to the agony. Somewhere in the haze of my mind I heard someone shouting, it was a male voice. Rolling over on my side, I saw a man holding the woman by her hair, his arm drawn back to strike her as she screamed. I could see people standing around staring, none of them were making any move to help. Sometimes I hate this fucking city. I managed to get to my knees, tried to yell at the man who was now slapping the woman over and over but there was almost no breath to make a sound. She was struggling, trying to fight back but the guy was just too big, too strong. Somehow, I managed to get to my feet, catch a breath. "Hey, hey!" I yelled, reaching out to try and stop him. That just got me knocked right on my ass again. "Mind your own fucking business, asshole!" He growled, advancing at me. Great. Now I did have his attention. I was trying to crabwalk back on my heels and elbows as he moved at me, when mayhem came over the top of him from behind and he and the woman both ended up on top of me. She was digging at his face, his eyes as I rolled aside, got back to my feet. He shoved her and was just rising, his arm came back to belt her. I saw my opportunity and hit him as hard as I could, right behind the ear. He didn't make a sound, just folded up and dropped like a stone. The woman looked at him, then at me. Her face was puffy, red. Blood trickled from her nose and mouth. I glanced around for my briefcase, it was gone. One of the street hoodlums that hang around the Max terminals had likely grabbed it. God, I hate this fucking city! Just then the man let out a groan. "We better get out of here." I told her. We boarded the train, as it pulled out I looked back, the guy was on his hands and knees. I had bonked him pretty good, I was a bit proud of myself. Then I realized that my hand hurt. I looked down, two knuckles were already twice the size of normal. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, it came away bloody. Looking around the rail car, people were pointedly ignoring us. "What was all that?" I asked her finally. "My ex-boyfriend." "Oh." I didn't really need to know any more. None of my business. But now I wondered why we were sitting side by side on the Max rail car headed for east county? "Where are you headed?" I asked her. "I don't know." Then she started to cry. God, I hate that. "Do you have some family, friends?" "No.... No one." "There has to be someone, some place you can go." She sat there, silent. I decided to let it slide, none of my business. My stop was coming up, I started to get up, wish her good luck. "Hey......sir? Is there any way...can I maybe... stay with you for tonight?" Stay with me? I hesitated. Her eyes were puffy, red. She looked....hopeful? "All right." I have no idea why I said that, picking up some homeless waif off the street wasn't something I would normally do. Beaten up be damned, not my concern. Call a cop, let them deal with it. That was the right thing to do. But we did have the altercation in common, maybe that was it, I don't know. I still didn't even know what that was all about. Hell, I didn't even really care, I just wanted to stay away from that kind of stuff. She got off with me, followed me over to the Park and Ride. It was nice to find my car intact for a change. I unlocked the old Volvo and she hopped into the passenger seat. I got some none too clean rags out of the back, gave her one to wipe off some of the blood, she was a mess. Well, I guess I was a mess, too. It was a short 10 mile drive to my house out at Corbett, a tiny community east of Portland. We made the ride in silence, I was struggling with the controls since my leg felt swollen, my right hand hurt like hell with two fingers now going numb, and my balls still felt like someone had drop kicked me. Well, I guess she had, even though that part was an accident. I got my first real good look at her as she went ahead of me into my house. She looked to be in her early 20's, she had maybe 10 extra pounds on her 5'3" frame. By no stretch of the imagination could she be called busty, in fact, I couldn't tell from the blouse and sweater she had on if she had any breasts at all. Her hair was dishwater blonde, stringy. She looked to me to be a lot like the typical street kid I saw a lot of when I was downtown. "Just great." I thought. Here I had lord knows what in my home and I didn't even know her name. "I'm Dan." I told her. "I'm Joyce. Everybody calls me Joy." She turned and smiled at me. "Can I wash up?" she asked. "Sure." I pointed to the bathroom, then I turned and limped into the living room. She stood there and watched me. "I didn't say thank you." "You just did. You are welcome." I collapsed into my recliner as she went into the bathroom. I reached over and flicked on my PC that sat on the table alongside, double checked the contract filings. They were there, recorded online. I felt better at that, whoever stole my briefcase got some paperwork and a $30 case. Nothing they could use, maybe 5 bucks at the hock shop. I soon heard the shower running, then she was singing, some song I didn't know. Her voice was pretty, I found myself listening carefully. Then the shower shut off, she came out with one of my big bath towels wrapped around herself. "Can I wash my clothes?" "Sure. Let me get you one of my T-shirts." I got up with a groan, every movement was an effort. I hurt in places I didn't know I even had. She watched me with that same odd look again, almost like...an inspection? I handed her one of my heavy T-shirts, it had lettering from some car company on the front of it. Then I limped back to the chair. Joyce went into the bathroom, came out moments later with her clothing. The heavy T-shirt did a good job of hiding her figure, assuming she had any. I got up with another groan to show her where the washing machine was. She thanked me, I went into the bathroom and took a shower, noticing my groin was swollen to at least half again normal size. It hurt like hell. I dressed in some fresh blue jeans and another T-shirt. I noticed she had cleaned up, carefully wiping down the shower stall, everything was neat as a pin. When she came back in, I showed her my spare bedroom. It was a bit sparse but there was a table, a chair, and a bed. I dug around, found my package of new toothbrushes, gave her the pink one that I would otherwise throw away. Then I went into the kitchen, rustled up some canned meatballs and gravy, some toast. I called her into the kitchen, handed her a plate. We filled the plates right off the stove, sat and ate. "Is there somewhere I can give you a ride to tomorrow?" I asked her. "I don't have anyplace, I was living with Gerald." "Gerald is the guy....?" I let that trail off. "Yes, I met him when I got off the bus." "The bus?" "Yes, I came out here from Kansas City, I had a job waiting for me. But when I got here and called...." I suddenly got the picture, she found herself abandoned, no place to go...the "nice" guy shows up, offers to "help." Joyce looked at me, then her eyes looked down. "He wanted me to....to...." "I get the picture." "Then when I refused..." I let it go at that, after eating I went into the living room, sat down in one of my beanbag chairs. I know I slept, I woke up to Joyce humming in the kitchen. I listened for a bit, then got up to go see what she was doing. She was just finishing up the dishes. The table was wiped down, my stack of newspaper was straightened up. She looked up at me, gave me a dazzling smile, and just went back to work. I shook my head, returned to the living room. The old beanbag chair was the most comfortable, I plopped down into it. It must have been 2 AM when I woke up in time to see a shape cross the living room and go into the bathroom. It was dark, just the tiny nightlight I kept in a wall socket barely lit the room. She came out a minute or so later, tiptoed back across the carpet to the spare bedroom. I got my first real glimpse of her body framed by the light behind her through the thin T-shirt. She was slender, I doubt she weighed 120 pounds, but she had a little roll at her abdomen. Obviously she was well fed, at least up until now. Not a street kid, I decided. Just someone caught up in circumstance. The next morning I tried to get up and my right leg wouldn't work. I began crawling across the floor to try and get to my closet, I had a pair of crutches stored there from back when I went up on Mount Hood to pretend to ski. Joyce came out of the spare bedroom, stopped. "Oh! Oh my!" "Can you get my crutches out of the closet, please?" She got them, helped me get to my feet. I managed to hobble into the bathroom and turn on the water into the tub, screaming hot. While the water was running, I sat down on the toilet lid and removed my pants and underwear. My right testicle was the size of a damned grapefruit and discolored. It was quite a bit worse than I had thought it would be. I took off my t-shirt and managed to slip into the hot water, settling back with a groan. Joyce knocked on the door. "Can I help?" "No, I am in the tub. I am all right." "I'm coming in." The door opened before I could holler no again, she came over and kneeled down beside the tub. "Let me see." "Jesus Christ!" "I have seen men before, just relax." It was an order. She reached down under the water, gently put her fingers on my groin. "Oh, my." "I am pretty swollen up." "Let's get you out of there, I don't think the hot water......" She helped as I managed to stand up, the hot water had seemed to ease the pain some. I was standing stark naked in the tub, supporting myself by holding onto the handrail. No way could I put my full weight on my right leg. She reached for a towel and began to dry me off. Then she helped me step out, I wrapped the towel around my waist, feeling vulnerable being naked in front of her. Joyce led me into the spare bedroom, had me stretch out on the bed. Then she got some ice and more towels, and rubbed the ice on the upper part of my scrotum. Oddly it felt numb but hurt at the same time. All I could do was lay there and turn red as she carefully used the ice, then wrapped a cool pack around me. Reaching for a blanket, she snugged that up over me, then checked the swellings on my face and hand. "Sorry." I told her, not sure why. "Hey, you helped me, it's the least I can do." Then she left me alone, I soon went to sleep. I woke up hours later to a cool feeling, she was lightly rubbing ice over me again. I looked down at myself, the swelling did seem to be subsiding. At least the swelling in my testicle was, the other part wasn't. I felt my face flush red. Joyce glanced up at my face, then back to her ministrations. "Relax, I have seen men before." she said again, sensing my discomfort. Then she pulled the covers up and stepped out of the room. I slept some more, woke up to find her standing at the open door looking at me. I hastily pulled the blanket up tight over me, unsure why. Hell, she had already had her hands all over me. "I have some food ready." "Ok." I struggled up, my leg was working better now. I found my old robe in the closet, I probably hadn't touched it in 5 years but I didn't want to put pants on right at the moment. There was a stack of waffles sitting on my kitchen table, she had found my waffle iron in one of the drawers. I never used it, preferring to heat and eat, mostly out of cans. Living by myself didn't lend itself to fancy meals or taking a lot of effort. Most of the time I grabbed meals at restaurants. Not the best lifestyle, I knew, but my business was spotty, I was always on the go. We ate in silence, she had even taken the time to heat up the syrup. The waffles were good, light and fluffy, I wondered how she had made them since I didn't have any pancake flour or anything. "I made those from scratch, I couldn't find any pancake flour." she said, reading my mind. "So have you decided where to go?" I asked. "I was thinking....You need help and maybe I can cook and clean in exchange for staying...?" "Just for awhile..." "Hey, look. I don't need any...." "Yes you do! I won't be in the way." I just looked at her. I really didn't want a housemate much. I had lived with a woman a year or so before, in no time she was telling me when to come and go, into everything. She even bought me some brown slacks. I hate brown slacks. Hell with that. "I know you probably have a girlfriend, I won't be any trouble." "I won't take anything.." she read my mind again, I knew nothing about her. I thought about it for a minute, hell, if she took everything I owned she still wouldn't have anything. So that was settled, Joy lived in the spare room. I went about my days normally, I even got used to having a decent meal regularly. Several times she used ice on me, once towards the last I reacted and she smiled. "Should I take care of that?" She asked. "No, that's OK." I told her, suddenly bashful. I must have been out of my fucking mind. A couple of times she went with me to a local store, we stocked up on a few items. Somehow we settled into a life, just living together. I healed up nicely, feeling normal after just a couple of weeks. Joyce spent most of her time wearing my T-shirts, the sum total of everything she had was a blouse, sweater and the slacks she was wearing when she arrived at my house. In 3 weeks she never left except for the few trips with me to the store, that was it. In the evening she sometimes sat and watched TV with me, or she sat in her room and read. I had a lot of books, she seemed to always be halfway through one. There wasn't a spec of dirt in my house, everything was put away, always. Completely abnormal to my usual lifestyle. Then I was coming up my driveway and noticed the rock borders that were normally scattered around were all back in place, the tiny lawn, if it could be called that, was turning green and trimmed. The shrubs were taking on color and were no longer scruffy looking. She not only was taking care of the inside, but the outside too. I parked my Volvo and got out, my next door neighbor Harold was sitting on his porch. His place was always perfect, either he or his wife were outside messing with shrubs and plants all the time. He waved to me, I waved back. "Looking good over there, Dan!" He called out. I nodded, surprised. I doubt that Harold had said two words to me in the 5 years or so I had lived there. "That little woman of yours is busy as a beaver!" he grinned at me. Little woman? I shrugged and went inside. Little woman, huh? I was thinking things were maybe getting a bit too damned domestic, my lifestyle really didn't have a place for a full time woman. Besides, I was feeling pretty chipper again, and was thinking of heading over to the local massage place, called Margie's. I liked the place, there were four gals working there, for a $50 bill and a $20 tip I could count on a nice set of hands taking care of me. Sometimes they would take off their top and let me play with their titties, too. Once in awhile if I was in the mood I would have Margie herself do me. She was older and a bit on the heavy side, but she just plain loved to suck cock. None of her girls really would, using their hands instead. Of course that meant a nice $50 tip and that wasn't in my budget very often. It was just fun, filled a gap in my life. There had been nothing sexual at all between Joyce and me, she had helped me of course with the injury. Well, she had "suggested" once when I erected at her touch but that was it. I had turned her down, too many possible complications and all of that. Around the house she always wore my T-shirts. She took showers and I saw her with a big towel wrapped around her from time to time but thoughts of her like that hadn't crossed my mind. Of course with my nuts sore and swollen up, sex hadn't really been on the agenda anyway. I went inside, dinner was ready, it always was. I sat down to roast beef and potatos, salad, peas on the side, good like always. "I am going out tonight." I told Joyce as I finished up. For some reason that was hard for me to say, I felt guilty about wanting to go take care of my needs. Like I was fucking cheating on her or something? Hell, that was silly, but I still felt that way. "Oh, Ok." She got up and started on the dishes. I showered and shaved, cleaned up. I hopped in the Volvo, headed over to Margie's Therapy center, thinking of getting a nice rubdown and a sweet hand finish. It had been way too long. I ended up downtown at a Freddie's department store instead. I bought several blouses, some slacks, some simple undergarments. I also bought a small suitcase. Then I spotted a soft blue dress, it was conservative and pretty. I had a fair idea of Joyce's size, the dress was expensive, over $300. I bought it, too. I even bought a small purse, realizing she didn't have one. Then I drove back to my house. I was thinking with some clothes, something for a beginning, she could move on. Joyce looked up at me as I came inside. "I bought you a few things." She opened the packages, looking each item over. Then she opened the one with the blue dress. I realized her eyes were damp. "You want me to leave?" "Well...you can't stay here forever.." I managed to get that out, feeling guilty again. "All right. It's OK, I will manage." She got up and headed for the spare bedroom, turning back at the door. "Thank you for the clothes, Dan." I sat there for a long time, feeling miserable and not really knowing why. I went to the office the next day, she was gone when I got home. I guess I had expected that, but it still was a bit of a surprise. Several times I walked into the kitchen, almost expecting her to be there. It was an odd feeling. My life went back to normal, a couple of weeks went by. I ran into Harold, or I should say he was waiting for me when I got home. Chance Meeting Nosy old fart. "I haven't seen your gal lately?" he asked. "She left." I headed for my door. I heard him mutter something as he turned away, something about "Head in his ass." I started to offer a retort but he just went inside and shut the door. One afternoon I stopped by a nightclub that I had frequented before, they featured dancers and the coldest beer in town. I was sipping a tall one when I looked up at the stage. The dancer was familiar, it took me a few seconds to realize it was Joyce. That startled me. Her breasts were bare, the first time I had even seen them. They were perfectly formed, smallish. There was no hint of the little roll I had noticed before, her stomach was flat as a board, rippled in fact. All she wore was a tiny thong bottom. Her movements were graceful, practiced as she moved across the stage. Women don't stay chubby very long when they dance for a living. She spotted me after a few minutes, she blushed but she kept on dancing, picking up a few dollars here and there. As the last tune started, her hands came up to the tie at her hip, she looked almost shamefaced at me but dropped the tiny thong. She was shaven bare, something else I didn't know. She danced around the stage, but there was none of the leg spreading or blatant displays so many of the dancers did. She looked almost.....modest, if that is possible to be when fully nude. Her set ended, she came out wearing a wraparound thing and sat down. "Hi, Dan. How are you?" "Fine. I never expected to see you....here?" "Well, I am an accountant and this is August. I needed money." I thought guiltily of the $100 in twenties I had stuffed in the purse I bought her. Not nearly enough, I realized. "Well, you are pretty enough for it, I guess." She laughed at that. "Hey, how about after you get off...I buy you dinner?" That just popped out of me. She looked at me, smiled. "OK. I would like that." I waited around for a couple of hours, nursing the beer. Well, it turned out to be three of them, way more than I normally drank. Joyce came out, she was wearing the blue dress I had bought her, it fit perfectly. She looked beautiful, hair fixed up, a hint of makeup. My head was buzzing a little and somewhere deep down inside I wanted her. I foolishly went into my pickup mode, holding the door of my old Volvo for her, complimenting her on her looks. We had a fine meal, at the end I suggested that I would like her to come home with me. "You want me now, is that it?" Her expression was fathomless. "I..well..You are..." My hand came up and brushed at my hair, I was suddenly nervous. "You had me once, all you had to do was ask." Her eyes scanned my face. "All right. Let's go!" She got up suddenly, I paid the bill and we made the drive to my house in thick silence. Inside, she set down her purse, shrugged the blue dress off her shoulders. She reached back and tripped the lacy bra, then hooked her thumbs and stripped the thong panties down. She was completely naked before I even got my jacket off. I realized again she was beautiful, what the hell had I been thinking? I stood there feeling stupid. "Well?" She just stood there, waiting. I realized I couldn't...I just couldn't. "I...this is...I made a mistake." "What's wrong?" "I don't know. Not like this." I looked away. "Get dressed, I will take you home." "It's late. I will just stay here, you can take me home tomorrow." "OK." I retreated to my bedroom, hopelessly confused. I spent a fitful night, I woke up several times to dreams of Joyce in my arms, smiling at me. I thought of the several weeks we had lived together. I liked my life, living by myself, coming and going as I pleased. I liked being able to just drop by Margie's to take care of my needs, no pressure, no one to be concerned about. But I liked my house neat, the good meals, someone to talk to, too. The first night I had come home and she was gone the house seemed...empty? The sun woke me up, shining in the window on my face. I got up and dressed, went into the other room expecting to see Joyce. She wasn't there. I felt a shot of panic. Looking around for her, I heard voices outside. Joyce was in an animated conversation with Harold at my fenceline, Mrs. Harold, (I realized I didn't even know her name) was out there in a housecoat too. I pulled on some shoes and a shirt and went out to see what was going on. "Morning!" Harold said as I approached. "Nice to see you brought this little gal back home." I think I flushed a little at that. "Dan is my hero!" Joyce told them. "Without him, I don't know what would have happened." She reached out and touched my arm, it was like an electric shock. "Well, without you we don't know what he's got!" he looked right at me. "You two folks are like peas in a pod." We headed back to the house, giving Harold and his wife a wave. Harold had a big grin on his face. Hell, I barely knew them, but he was acting like some kind of matchmaker or something. Inside, I began to prepare some breakfast, Joyce pitched in and helped. I was trying to put words into my head, trying to think of words to say about the night before. I had wanted her, badly. But it was all...wrong somehow? "About last night....." I managed. "It's all right, Dan. I understand. I acted slutty, I was upset because you were..." "Putting the make on you?" "Yes. It's because...before...I was falling in love with you!" I just stared at her. "I was falling in love with you, too!" That just came out of me. We sat and stared at each other. "My god." she muttered, tears flooding her face. She poured into my arms and we kissed. It was like magic, that first kiss. Finally we seperated, she looked at me with a smile. "So what do we do? Maybe date and see what happens?" she asked. "How about you marry me and we see what happens?" She smiled, more tears filled her eyes. "Oh! Yes. Yes! I will!" We kissed again. We married just two weeks later, Harold and his wife Annie were there, grinning from ear to ear. Our first time making love was that same evening, and it was fine. The house takes streaks of being neat as a pin in between the complete disruption caused by two strapping little boys and a girl that thinks she is a boy. The Golden Retriever adds to the mix, standing guard from dawn to dusk over the three of them. Annie next door sadly passed, Harold soon after. The surprise was they left us their house and property, some comment about him knowing that it would be kept up and taken care of because of Joyce. My Joyce still calls me her "hero", but the truth? She is mine. Chance Meeting Terèse Boynton saw the tall brown-haired man walking toward her. She wasn't really paying any attention to him, but she knew he was coming, and she assumed he was headed to some point beside or beyond her. She had registered his good looks, his height, the ease of his movements as he sauntered over. Damn, but he was a good-looking son of his mother! After a minute, she took her eye off him, and concentrated on rewriting the last sentence. She had to have the edits and rewrites done by tomorrow, or she'd miss the deadline for the third time, and the publisher would pull the plug on the novel. It was her third, and although the success of the first two meant she could find a new publisher fairly easily, she didn't want to have to go through all that until she was making enough money to leave her part time job as an adjunct lecturer in the local college. When the waiter came to take her order, she spoke to him absently, and went back to her writing. "Teri?" the voice said, in her ear, it seemed. She looked up. It was the handsome brown-haired man. Close up, he looked vaguely familiar, but she had so many white male friends who were brown-haired, with a great smile, sexy lips, and a straight nose, that she couldn't place him. She wondered briefly how to respond, and chose cool aloofness, to cover her nervousness. "You are...?" She let the coolness settle in her voice. "Ethan Dunn," he replied, a hint of a drawl in his voice. "Don't you remember? From Austin, Texas. I told you I might be coming up on business." Teri's eyes widened slightly, but she collected herself and put the laptop aside long enough to raise a hand to shake the one he held out. She was stunned that he recognized her, that he remembered her, even. She was one of the women he had invited to be his friend on the webpage where he kept a blog, among other things. She visited his page once or twice a week, mostly to say hello on the top page, every now and again stopping to catch up and read his blogs, and maybe comment on a couple. He was a witty man, but aloof, or at least that was her reading of him. Or actually, he was aloof with her. He seemed to get along well with the other friends on his list, but she had not felt any special interest from him at all. At first, because she knew how attracted to him she had become, she had been hurt by that, but eventually she gave up any hope of attracting more than a passing glance from him, and went on with the business of living. As far as she knew he was married, so he was unavailable, anyway. "May I?" he was saying, indicating the chair to her right. She blinked, and then nodded. When the waiter returned with her order, he made his. "How are you?" he asked, clearly intent on doing more than merely sit there quietly while she worked. She sighed inwardly and reluctantly put the laptop aside. "I'm fine, thank you. You?" He smiled, and for some reason, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. "I'm much better, now that I've found you. I'd given up hope, and was just coming for a bite of dinner before heading back to my hotel. And suddenly, there you were!" "You were looking for me?" she asked, forgetting the food in front of her for a minute. "Why?" Again the smile that made her tingle. "I told you I would, in my e-mail, didn't I? I always keep my word. And I'm very glad I found you, too. You're the friend I've most wanted to meet offline, because," here he paused, "quite frankly, you're the most mysterious to me." The waiter brought his drink, and she suddenly remembered the food she had been served. She picked at it, wondering why he would want to search out the "mysterious" black friend he barely acknowledged online. She felt increasingly uncomfortable, especially when she realized that the feelings for him she thought she had gotten over were now threatening to choke her, making it hard for her to do such a necessary thing as breathe. She realized she was holding her breath again when the waiter returned with his order. She swallowed and took a deep breath. "I'm flattered," she said, her voice a little husky. She wanted to clear her throat, but didn't want him to know the effect he was having on her. So she picked up her glass and drank deeply from it instead. She hunted around in her suddenly vacant head for something, anything, to say to break what was for her an uncomfortable lull in the conversation, such as it was. "So, is your business done, Ethan?" She half hoped he would say yes, and therefore could not account for her disappointment when he did just that. "Yes," he nodded. "I was planning on taking a late flight home tonight, but now..." He looked at her, then at his plate, then back at her. "Now I think I'll go tomorrow." Teri's appetite had long since deserted her, but she ate mechanically for another minute before pushing the plate away. The waiter appeared, as if by magic, and asked if she wanted to take it with her. She nodded and he left with her almost full plate. "Not hungry anymore?" Ethan wanted to know. He eyed her, taking in the blue jeans she wore, and the sleeveless red shirt with the V-neck that gave him a sweet view of her ample cleavage. She wore a simple, thin gold chain around her neck, with the initial B as a pendant, a graduation ring on her left ring finger, and another ring, with a sapphire, on the right ring finger. Her fingernails were varnished with clear polish. The watch she wore was simple but elegant, with a thin band of linked hearts, and a bracelet, of dolphins breaking the waves, adorned her right wrist. Her ears bore oval-shaped gold hoops. He knew he was making her nervous, and the thought thrilled him for some reason. He watched her eyes follow his as he took in her whole appearance. "Teri," he began, swallowing some of the beer he'd ordered, "I really wanted to meet you to ask you something." He looked at her steadily now, and Teri felt her face flaming. "Yes?" "You once told me that you'd never played Truth or Dare. Ever since that day, I've wanted to play that game with you." Although his voice was even, Teri thought she detected an undertone of something that made her begin to shiver. "Really?" Her surprise was genuine. "Why?" "I think you know why," he answered, and Teri found her hand held fast. "You ran away from a conversation we began months ago, when we first became friends. You said you would try almost anything once, but when I asked if you'd have sex with a stranger, you hemmed and hawed." Ethan watched her, and saw her face flush with embarrassment, or acknowledgment, or both – he could not be sure. He gripped the handle of the beer stein a little harder and raised it to his lips. Although he had never given her even the slightest hint, Ethan had found the tall caramel-skinned woman sitting across from him intriguing and sexy from the time she had chatted with him for about an hour about their lives, their interests, and had played word games. She was good with words, he knew that much, and she had told him about the books she had already had published. He guessed, by the laptop, that she was working on another one now. And he knew he wanted to take her away from the world she created in her writing, to a world in which he could show her how exciting it could be to spend time with him. He wanted her, he realized with a flash of insight, to be as fascinated with him as he was with her. He wanted her to...well, it was becoming increasingly clear to him that he just plain wanted her. He came back to the moment with a start when Teri cleared her throat and said, "I don't normally talk about those things with almost total strangers. And anyway, the idea is outrageous! Would YOU have sex with a stranger?" Teri watched Ethan's expression change from cool amusement to warm interest. Whenever her small hairs tingled, she knew things were going to get pretty interesting where she was. And those telltale hairs were fairly quivering with excitement now. Her brown eyes met his brown eyes, now darkened to almost black, and she saw the flash of desire in them. She tried to catch the breaths she couldn't seem to hold on to, and felt the force of his reply like a sensual caress. "Only if that stranger was you!" Ethan's eyes held hers, and Teri knew in that moment what it felt like to be mesmerized, bewitched, enthralled. "Ready?" he asked. "Let's get out of here!" Teri packed up her laptop while Ethan paid the check and collected her food. He extended a hand, and she slung the laptop bag over her shoulder and took it, enjoying the warm hardness of it as he engulfed her hand in his. "Nervous?" he asked, looking down at her as they walked out into the late afternoon sunshine. "Yes," she answered. "Where are we going?" Ethan stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and turned her to face him. "Where do you want to go?" he wondered huskily, his hand reaching up to caress her cheek, a thumb sliding warmly over her full lips. Teri opened her mouth to reply, but no words would come out. She felt swamped by all the desires she had tamped down since the first time they had chatted online and he had dared her to come play with him and his friends in their Friday fun sessions online. Although she had been tempted, she had never gone, knowing that she was not brave enough to display any part of her body to strangers. Which made her wonder now what she thought she was doing going anywhere with a man she had only ever "met" online! "Look, Ethan," she began, but he stopped her. "Wouldn't you like to know how it could be between us? Just you and me. No outsiders. No voyeurs." He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I think you know there's always been something unspoken between us, hon! I dare you to explore it with me. Now! I dare you to come back with me to my hotel room and find out what it's like to have sex with a stranger!" There! He'd said what she was afraid he would, and yet she knew she wanted to hear it, and to do what he dared her to do. She wanted to feel alive, to feel desired, to be made love to by someone who knew what he was doing, and who could make her forget her name in the throes of passion. She suspected, from the things he said to her, the things he wrote in his blogs, and the comments he wrote on his friends' pages, that he was experienced and passionate, and that he would be an exceptional lover. "Look," he said, taking her hand again and pulling her along, "why don't we drop your food off and take a ride on the train. We can get off at the last stop, take in a movie, and then I'll take you home. If nothing happens, I'll leave, and the game's off." "Why don't we just do the drive-in movie here?" she heard herself asking. "They're showing "The Transformers", and I want to see it again!" "Where's your car?" "In the public parking lot. Down this way." She turned almost immediately down a side street and walked him to her car. "The first show is in twenty minutes. It'll take fifteen to get to it." "D'you mind if I drive?" he asked, reaching for the key. "Just point me in the right direction!" Teri relinquished her car keys, feeling buoyant and anxious at the same time. She gave him directions to get to the main road and soon they were parking her car on the grassy verge in the back of the drive-in lot. She heard her tummy rumble, and remembered that she hadn't eaten. Apparently, Ethan heard it too, for he said, "You should probably eat that food now. I'll go get you a drink." He got out before she could protest, and she watched him lope off to the convenience store in the center of the large field. Her fingers were tingling with nervousness, and she tried to still the faint trembling of her hands. She opened the paper bag and fumbled with the container, finally opening it, just as Ethan returned with two large cups. "What on earth is IN there?" she asked laughingly, her nerves settling. "And more importantly, will I like it?" "You'll love it," he answered, putting the drinks in the cup holders. "It's a double thick chocolate milkshake." He closed the door and turned fully to her. "Now eat. I don't want your tummy disturbing my concentration. Besides, I wanna hear the movie!" He laughed and shied away from the playful swat she aimed at him. He watched her eat, and noticed how she licked the bits of food off her lips. She was a dainty eater, and a tidy one, too, not letting a morsel of food go anywhere except into her mouth or the plastic container. He had made sure to watch her surreptitiously, but when they both reached for their drinks at the same time, she looked up and saw the heat in his eyes that had been building since she had licked away the first crumb. He did not hide it, but let her see what he was thinking, by staring at her mouth. "Stop it, Ethan!" she said, and turned her head away, sucking the drink through the straw. Ethan took the trash off her lap, and left the car again to dump it. When he got back, Teri had set her seat back and was reclining, the drink in her hand, her eyes closed. He closed the door quietly, and then let his hand rest lightly on her knee. She opened her eyes and stared at it as though it had spoken. He squeezed gently, and heard her sharp intake of breath. "Come here," he ordered his voice as gentle as his touch. She turned her head, but did not move, watching instead as he came to her, and when he was an inch away she whispered, "What are you doing?" Ethan chuckled softly. "If the mountain won't come to Mohammed, Mohammed will come to the mountain." He closed the small space between their mouths and caressed her lips with his. He felt the swell of heat roll up from his groin and sweep over him, making his hands burn and his heartbeat accelerate. He kept his hand where it was but used the other one to raise her head a little, and then he licked her lips. Once, twice, and then he pushed his way inside her mouth. When she groaned, his cock, which had been growing harder since that first lick, jerked. He took her hand and placed it on the front of his pants, over his throbbing cock, and pressed it gently in place. "All you've done is eat, and I'm ready. Do you doubt me now?" His breath when he spoke sighed into her open mouth. "Doubt you?" she asked bemused, wondering why he wasn't still kissing her senseless. "About what?' Ethan chuckled again. "Keep up, little one," he said, amused despite his arousal. "How are you gonna understand the movie if you can't even hold a single thought?" He dropped his mouth again and kissed her swiftly, a hard, hot kiss. "Do you doubt that I will have sex with a stranger if that stranger is you?" Teri swallowed. "No," she replied. "No, I believe you!" She stared at his mouth helplessly for a second or two, and then raised a languid arm to pull his head down for the kiss she was now dying to have. Ethan obliged, pulling her fully into his kiss. He plumbed the depths of her needy mouth, giving her his tongue and taking hers in a passionate assault on her senses that left her dizzy with need. Only when the drinks threatened to spill did he pull back, slowly relinquishing his claim to her trembling mouth. He smiled when she whimpered a protest. He wanted her so badly that he would gladly have left without seeing the movie. But he didn't want to scare her. He wanted to make love to her – hot, hard, wet love, over and over again until morning. "We're gonna miss the movie if you don't behave!" he said teasingly, and picked up his drink. Teri sucked hard on the milky liquid in her cup and tried to concentrate on the movie, which had by this time begun. She had always loved the cartoon, which she watched with her sons when they were younger. Optimus Prime was her favorite Transformer, and by the time he appeared, she was sufficiently engaged that she could ignore the hand that was massaging her knee. But when Ethan moved it up her leg, and slid it over her left breast, she lost her breath immediately and almost choked on the milkshake. "Ethan, stop!" she chastised him. "Please!" Ethan moved his hand immediately, and tilted his seat back as far as it would go. He let his head fall on the headrest and turned so he could look at Teri. She was trying hard to concentrate on the movie, which he had already seen. But though he liked it, he was caught up so completely in a web of lust that he could focus on nothing but her. He admired the curve of her cheek, the sweep of her lashes, the high ridge of her nose, with the bump on top that made him wonder if it had been broken, the lines of her full lips. His cock swelled when she licked her lips as she finished her drink. He gave in to the sudden urgent need to suck on her, and touched her face. When she turned to look at him, he pulled her toward his raised head and kissed her deeply. When she made a small sound and touched his chest, whether to keep her balance or for some other reason, he didn't know, he sat up and pulled her more securely into his arms, kissing her again with all the fire he had been storing up since he had first seen her across the room in the restaurant. "Damn, girl, you're killing me!" His words were a groan, a plea that Teri was finding it hard to ignore. "I'M killing YOU!" she exclaimed on a shaky laugh. "D'you have ANY idea how hard you're making it for me to me sensible?" "Who wants to be sensible?" he said, opening the moon roof on her car and pulling her over onto his chest. "I want you, pretty lady! All of you! Don't think I can wait to take this some place else. Don't think I want to." He looked around. Their car was in the last row of cars in the lot, and it was separated from the rest by a large flowering tree. No one would see anything that he did unless they walked over. "Can we please go, babe?" he begged her, his voice scarred by desire. "Just say yes!" He didn't wait for an answer but took her mouth again in a kiss that told her he was well past ready to take their time together to the next level. His hands roamed over her shoulders, down her back and arms, and he seemed to need to inhale her. Teri pulled away from him, and said shakily, "Okay!" She kissed him back, opening her mouth to his probing tongue. "Well, I guess I'll take that as a 'yes'!" he quipped, releasing her and straightening his seat. "Buckle up!" The ride back to Teri's house took another twenty minutes, but once there, Ethan knew no one would interrupt what he meant to be an endless night of lovemaking. Unless they lived there... "Where's your family?" he found the presence of mind to ask, as they were going through the garage door into the house. "Vacationing. Away from me! We agreed I needed some 'me' time, and it was easier for them to go – and they wanted to anyway!" Teri answered, hanging the key on the carriage key chain and heading into the kitchen. "When are they due back?" "Three more days," she said, rounding the corner of the island and going to the microwave. "Would you like something to drink?" "I want YOU, miss!! Now!!" He followed her and put his arms around her, pressing himself into her back. She groaned when she felt the thick ridge of his need in the crack of her bottom. She couldn't help herself. His answering groan shook her all the way to her toes, and she found herself being turned in his arms, and her face being turned up for a kiss. He pushed against her again, and this time she parted her legs to cradle the rock hard impression of his cock between her thighs. He pushed the top she wore over her head, and began to unbuckle her jeans. "Ethan, not here!" she protested weakly, not really caring too much where she was. "Yes, here!" he insisted, as if he knew. He pushed her up against the refrigerator, and raised one of her legs, curling it around behind him, and pushing himself against her as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Teri pushed back, as much as she was able, because her legs were trembling and her heart was racing. She felt his hand at her bottom, his questing fingers reaching for her aching center. Chance Meeting "Oh, gosh, Ethan, please!" she begged him, raising herself in an effort to get his fingers where she needed them. "Soon, baby, soon!" he promised, releasing her leg and finishing the task of undressing her. He took her hand and led her to the couch in the great room on the other side of the island. Pushing her onto her side, he settled himself behind her, and slowly swept her body with his warm hand. She tried to turn to face him, but he kept her back to him, and tormented her with his wandering fingers, kissing her neck and fondling her breasts, before moving down to the hard, aroused point of need that had been wanting his touch, needing it since he had kissed her that first time in the car. He walked his fingers up and down the length of her slit, and circled her clit, never touching it, making her squirm and whimper. Finally, because he was on the ragged edge himself, he plunged a finger inside her, then withdrew it to slide it up to the peak of her arousal. Teri groaned. "Like that, huh?" he whispered, and had to clear his throat to continue speaking. "Damn, Teri, you're so wet! You're ready for me, aren't you, sweetheart?" He turned her head and kissed her, then turned her over completely, till she was on her back. Just looking at the way her breasts fell, at the smooth mound of flesh over her leaking pussy, at the long legs opened for him, made Ethan impossibly hard, and he knew he dare not wait another second. He moved, shedding his clothes and settling on top of her. Teri raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist as Ethan slid slowly inside her. The position gave him total access, and she felt as though he filled her completely. She wanted this man, whom she had not really met until that afternoon, with a desperation that defied her ability to understand. She realized, as he pumped in and out of her, over and over again, and as she pushed back, giving him all of herself, that she had never really gotten over that crush on him. She had merely pushed it down, down, down, until it felt like it had gone. When Ethan reached between them and rubbed her needy clit between his fingers, she forgot to think at all. She felt herself nearing the point of explosion, when he withdrew completely. "What...?" Her question never got asked, for she felt his mouth where his hand had been, licking her weeping sex, and sucking her turgid clit, and she came. Hard. And then she came again, when he thrust a finger inside her. And then he reared up and thrust his cock back inside her, pumping into her hard and fast, over and over again, seeking his own release. His groans of pleasure pushed her right back to the edge, and she came a second before Ethan's whole body clenched, and he shook with the force of his orgasm. Teri squeezed him, milking his cock until he collapsed on top of her, sated. He panted, as though he had just run a fast race, and she hugged him to her. Ethan was speechless. For the first time in a long time, he didn't know quite what to say to a woman at the end of lovemaking. Because although he had a wife, and he loved her dearly, what had just happened with Teri was not just a good fuck. Something was different about her, and he wanted to do it again, at least one more time, before he had to go back to his real life. He rolled to the side again, pulling her with him, so that they were spooned again in the long couch. "Ms. Boynton, you were great!" he whispered when he had caught his breath. Teri turned her head to look at him, and he slanted a wet kiss over her lips. She turned fully, facing him, and wound her arms around his neck. "And you were incredible, Mr. Dunn," she whispered back. She let her breasts push against his chest, wishing she understood why she needed him to fill her up again. She looped a leg over him, opening herself to him again, and pressed herself against his cock. She felt the jerk as he responded, and she pulled his face closer for another kiss. When he resisted, she looked into his eyes. "What do you want this time, babe?" he asked, smiling into her eyes. Despite the desire racing through her again, Teri blushed. Ethan chuckled. "And you're cute, too, sweetheart!" He hugged her, and pushed back, rubbing his cock against her clit. "Don't be shy! Tell me!" "I'll do anything you want," she admitted, and hid her face in his neck. Ethan made a decision. "Then let's go take a shower first!" When she looked puzzled, he kissed her and added, "Ever heard of foreplay?" Teri blushed again, but let him pull her up. They picked up the scattered garments and she led him down to the basement, to the bathroom in the guest quarters. She had only that morning cleaned it, so the fruity smell lingered still. She turned on the tap, and water flowed cold through the massaging showerhead. She set it to the temperature and waited, a little self-conscious, for it to adjust. Ethan came to stand in front of her, taking her hands in his. "I'm loving every minute of this, you know," he said, and bent his head to kiss her. "And it turns me on when you're shy with me." He put his arms around her, and pulled her with him onto the shower stall, turning her around and asking for the shower gel. "Over there," she said, pointing. "Shampoo?" he asked again. "Right next to it." She went to take the washrag, but he held her hands. "This time, I'm bathing you!" Never before in her life had Teri been so aroused by a shower. Starting with her neck, Ethan ministered to her, washing her thoroughly, cleansing her skin, and then when he rinsed her, caressing her breasts, stealing heated kisses from her swollen lips, massaging her clit, and when she opened her legs, stooping to taste her, feasting on her with hot kisses and deep pulls of his lips and sweeps of his tongue. "Ohh! Oh God, Ethan!" "Come for me, baby!" he commanded her, pushing inside her with two fingers, and she obeyed. Teri plunged over the crest, and Ethan held her till she came down from her high. "Oh baby, that was good, wasn't it? To watch you, and hear you cum like that!" Teri turned in his arms and kissed her way down his belly to his erection, riding high and hard. She touched him with her hands first, and he flinched, but did not move otherwise. She slid her fingers up and down his rod, then circled it, teasing him and making him moan. She pumped him hard and fast, fondling his balls as she did, making them swell, and his erection grow even harder. When she couldn't bear to wait another minute, she took him in her mouth, the water falling on her back. She liked how thick and hard he was, and she swirled her tongue around him, like she would a melting ice cream cone. She loved it when he twitched, and groaned, and she raised the pleasure level by circling the rim around the head with the tip of her tongue. Ethan shoved his hands into her hair and held on as Teri loved him. Ethan knew he was about to burst, and he wanted so much to come inside her, but Teri seemed to need him in her mouth. "Babe..." he began, on the very edge of losing his control. Teri ignored him, and sucked hard on his rod, taking as much of it as she could into her mouth, and pumping him with her hand as she sucked on him. When she felt his legs stiffen, and she knew he was ready to burst, she slacked off, and looked up at him. "Ready for me, big guy?" she teased, smiling smugly. "Witch!" he growled, and pulled her up, turning her around and spreading her legs. Teri leaned forward, and Ethan slid into her, filling her so completely, she thought fancifully he could touch the back of her throat. When he started to move, Teri groaned, and before long, with the pace he set, his balls slapping her bottom, one hand around a breast, the other holding her steady, he poured himself into her, making her shake when he moved his hand from her breast to her clit and massaged it deliberately. "Cum for me, sweetheart! I want you to cum with me!" His voice was ragged, and Teri felt the ache in her groin swell to a pitch that made her cry out when she came, Ethan pumping into her uncontrollably now, coating her channel with his seed. He grunted when his orgasm finally slowed, and pulled her back against his chest. He felt drained, spent, and it was the most beautiful feeling in the world. He held her gently and rinsed her off again, before shutting off the water and reaching for a towel. "Where to, now?" Teri asked as he patted himself dry. She was dressed in a long sleep tee, with a fat cat curled up asleep on a rug. "Is there a bed down here?" he wondered, wrapping the towel around his lean hips. "You wore me out, miss!" He chuckled as he said it, and Teri smiled back at him. "Follow me!" She led him into a fairly large bedroom next to the bathroom, with a queen-sized bed init. The bed was unmade, and Ethan looked questioningly at her. "I've been sleeping down here." She offered no explanation, and Ethan asked for none. "Come here," he said, and pulled her down onto it with him. "Scoot up so I can hug you!" Neither of them knew when they fell asleep, but a hard pecking on the glass door woke Teri. Ethan was nowhere to be seen. For just a minute, she panicked, thinking they had been discovered, but suddenly she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head in time to see him coming back into the room with a bottle and two fluted glasses. "I thought you might like a drink, love," he said. "I know I do!" He poured a glass for each of them, and set the bottle aside. "What shall we drink to, Teri?" He settled into bed next to her, and she sat up. "To friendship!" she said without hesitating. She took a deep swallow, and then set aside her glass, watching the television that the timer had set off again. A man and a woman were making hot, hard love on the screen. "This is what you were watching last night?" Ethan wanted to know. Mirth, tempered with understanding, appeared on his face when Teri blushed. "I can make you cum again if you like, baby!" he offered. When her eyes widened Ethan said, "I want you, honey! Bad! Tell me what you want. You'll make me harder when you tell me how much you want me, too!" He set his own glass on the ground next to the bed and reached for her. He didn't understand this urgent need he had to possess this sexy woman completely, but he was burning for her all over again, and his hands trembled just a little from the anticipation of having her even one more time. He had seen the time, and knew he'd have to leave soon. He pulled her across his lap, so she could feel his hard rod, and she sighed into his mouth when he lowered his head for the kiss. God, how she made him ache! He deepened the kiss, caressing her back, shoulders, and arms as he did. He felt his desire for her rising inside him like a fever and he slid down with her on the bed rolling her under him as he did. He feasted on her – her eyes, her ears, her cheeks, her mouth, her shoulders. He took his time over each breast, kneading each one gently, sucking the hard nipples into his mouth, swirling and licking them, before continuing his way down past her belly button to the smooth mound of flesh he most wanted to invade with his tongue, his hands, and his raging erection. Teri was a squirming mass of need before Ethan touched her in that place she most wanted him, and when his tongue slid around it, she almost died of pleasure. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her when he finally tickled it with the tip of his tongue, before sucking on it, hard. She came, lights bursting all around her like firecrackers. She could no more have held it back than Noah could have held back the Flood. "Just lie back and let me love you, baby!" he said hoarsely, and Teri let him, for she had no energy left to do anything else. Ethan rose up over her, smiling into her beautiful brown eyes. "Spread your hips for me, sweetheart, and let me bury my cock inside you!" His voice was shattered, so close to losing control. Teri spread her legs, and he sank into her, feeling her lift up and place them around his waist. They were long, elegant legs, tapering down to thin ankles. She dug her heels into his back. "That's it, baby! Rock those hips for me! Give me a real good ride!" He rocked into her, and she rocked back. "Squeeze me, sweetie!" When she did, he almost died, but he managed to speak his pleasure. "Yeah, just like that!" "Oh God, Ethan, please!" The plea was torn from Teri's aching throat. "I know, Teri! I can feel the little twitches. I know you're close. So am I, babe!" He rocked into her again, and only stopped himself from coming by pulling out almost completely. Teri groaned, a low, raw sound of protest and desire. "You taste so good, babe, and you smell so sweet. And you fuck me so good, darling," he said before sinking back inside her. He moved faster now, needing to cum and needing her to cum with him. "You're so fucking hot!" he exclaimed "Are you ready baby?" "Oh, God, yes!" Teri almost shouted, her legs shaking, her belly clenching. "Now!" The word shot out of him as he stiffened over her, and then he was pumping into her uncontrollably again, over and over, feeling her cum, feeling himself cum, feeling like a lit-up Christmas tree with musical lights. The spasms were slow to fade away, and he died a thousand deaths until they did. He realized he must be stifling Teri, and though he felt completely drained, he managed to roll off her, but he pulled her with him, and hugged her to his chest. "Honey, this is the best evening I've had in a really long time." He kissed the top of her head. "I kinda wish I could stay another day, just to be with you." His raised her hand to his lips. "You're a beautiful, sexy woman. Thank you for tonight, babe!" Teri turned fully to Ethan as he stopped speaking. She knew this was goodbye. She knew she'd probably never see him again after she dropped him off at his hotel. She knew he was married, and that this one-night stand had been wrong from the beginning. But she also knew she wouldn't trade the hours she had spent in this man's arms for anything in the world. She raised her arms to encircle his neck, and when he lowered his head, she kissed him hard, feeling the tears gather behind her closed eyelids. She pulled her mouth away, swallowing in an effort to stop them from overflowing, but one escaped. She lowered her head so Ethan wouldn't notice, but he did. He pushed her face up with a finger under her chin. "Baby, don't cry! Please! I want to remember you the way you look when you cum for me." He dropped a quick kiss on her lips, and licked a tear off her cheeks. "You're sweet, babe, and very desirable! Don't ever forget that!" He pulled her over his chest and said, "Let's go shower again. I have to go." Ethan let her shower first, and by the time he was ready, she had the car out of the garage, the engine purring gently. It was almost dawn, and the purply-pink clouds drifted across a cool morning sky. He let her drive back, and gave her directions to his hotel. The clouds were golden-pink by the time they got there. "Thank you for last night, baby!" Ethan said, leaning over to kiss Teri's lips. He wanted to keep the kiss light, but when she opened her mouth, he took the final gift she offered him, and kissed her deeply, wanting to leave his mark on her. He released her mouth slowly. "See you online, sweetheart!" He opened the door, and Teri watched him walk into the hotel lobby. He waved goodbye and blew her a kiss, then disappeared inside. She swiped at the tears on her cheeks, put the car in gear, and drove back home. © Copyright 2007 Chance Meeting Joan Davis positioned her chair in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom and sat down. She pulled open the silk robe she was wearing and under which she was totally naked. Considering her age she thought she looked reasonably presentable. Spreading her legs so that she could see her sex in the reflection of the mirror, she experimented with a number of poses to see which one provided her with the best view. When she was satisfied with that she moved her hand to her groin and slowly began to finger her clit. Staring at the intent face in the mirror she continued to move her fingers in a gentle circular motion until she began to feel the explosion building inside her. When it came she cried out in pleasure, falling back in the chair. In the warm afterglow of her orgasm she contemplated the contented figure in the mirror, and her mind drifted back to the events of the previous day. On days such as these Joan found herself in her car heading towards the Cape. Sitting there on one of the benches, looking out to sea, was a way to relax and clear her mind. It was something she had done a lot since her husband Phil passed away nearly three years ago. There had been no great passion in their relationship, but she missed his presence and the companionship it brought. A way to counter that was to keep busy; an active mind and all that, and after all she was only in her early fifties and far from being in an infirm old age. Driving to the Cape was one of the things she looked forward to doing whenever the weather allowed. That meant when it wasn't too windy which it was most of the time. Today, however, was beautiful and calm and it would be a joy to be there. Joan stopped in the public car park, picked up her small hamper and headed off towards the beach. As she reached the area where the public benches looked out towards the sea, she saw a man sitting on one of the seats. He was doubled over and as she moved closer she could see that he was crying. Not quite knowing what to do, Joan stopped and stared. As if sensing he was being watched the man looked up. Joan could see the tears running down his face. 'I'm sorry,' he said and took a deep breath, 'I hope I didn't frighten you.' His voice was soft and pleasant. 'No', Joan replied,' I'm the one who should be sorry. I had no right to stop and stare. Are you okay?' 'Probably. It's just that my wife died a year ago today. We used to like walking out here so I thought I'd come out, but the memories got a bit much.' He smiled, 'I think I'm over it now. Please have a seat.' He indicated the space next to him and Joan, without thinking too much about it, sat down beside him. He seemed to be about her age and in quite good shape, no paunch bulging over his trousers. 'By the way, I'm Steve Charles.' He put out his hand. 'Joan Davis,' she replied, touching the hand briefly. She had never been a great one for physical contact. Sitting there, looking out to sea, they started chatting and within a few minutes they had exchanged stories, discovering that they had a great deal in common. They lived in the same suburb, had both lost their spouses suddenly and really missed the companionship that their marriages had provided. The conversation continued and when she looked at her watch Joan realised they had been there for over an hour. She had no idea why she asked the next question in much the same way that her new friend had no idea why he gave the answer he did, but she turned towards Steve and said, 'Tell me, what is it that you miss the most?' He smiled, 'I don't mean to offend you, but I miss the relationships we had.' The thought crossed Joan's mind that he was just like all other men really. Steve must have caught the look. He raised his arms, 'No! No! I don't mean having sex. In fact we found that not very satisfying at all. Never lasted long and was accompanied by much grunting and groaning.' He laughed. Joan laughed as well, ' I must say I have to agree with you there. Our relationships, if you want to put it that way, were rather ordinary and as you say, not very satisfying.' 'Well, we are agreed on that then.' Steve looked at her intently. 'You asked me a question and I'll give you an answer, but I in no way wish to offend you.' Joan nodded as he continued. 'We reached a point early in our relationships where we decided that intercourse was not for us. That we enjoyed pleasuring ourselves far too much and that we enjoyed putting on little shows for each other.' Joan looked a little startled by this, but Steve's words intrigued her. 'So, what did you do?' 'I guess we were both in some way exhibitionists and voyeurs, but only for each other, mind. We would never have considered bringing anyone else into our relationship. We just loved each other so much. Now I miss those shared little intimacies.' Steve seemed to realize what he had just said, 'I really can't believe I've told you that, but I might as well tell you the rest. We would put on little shows for each other and then we could enjoy ourselves in our own way.' He shook his head. 'I know it must sound weird, but we were happy and we never harmed anyone else or each other.' Joan looked at Steve intently. It seemed that what he had said had touched a kindred feeling in her. She smiled. 'You may find this hard to believe, but I know exactly what you are talking about. My George and I never did anything like that, but I wish we had. The poor man was a terrible lover, all good intentions, but no skill whatever.' She paused for a moment and then seemed to make up her mind. 'Seeing that you have been so honest I thought I would do the same. He never gave me an orgasm, but I doubt he ever knew that.' She smiled at a sudden memory. 'Perhaps there was one time, although he knew nothing about it. I was going to the bathroom and I just started to open the door and I realised that George was already in there. Not only that, but he was playing with himself. He didn't know I was there and I just stood there and watched him. It was amazing and when he came, I did too. Never even had to touch myself' She blushed at the memory. 'I'm sure you'll think I'm a dreadful woman. I've never told anyone that before.' 'Not at all,' Steve replied. 'That's just the sort of thing Myra and I would love.' 'Are you serious?' 'Absolutely.' Joan was intrigued. 'So what did you actually do?' 'Well, I guess we would create situations, or just things that happened around the house where we could expose ourselves and then masturbate while we watched each other. I know it sounds kinky, but we loved it.' 'It sounds wonderful. I just wish George and I had found something like that. It would have saved a great deal of frustration.' 'It's never too late,' Steve said and they both laughed. While they had been talking they had shared the contents of Joan's little hamper. 'These cookies are delicious. You must be a great cook.' Joan smiled at the compliment, then she made a decision that driving home she found incredible. 'Would you care to come around to have dinner tomorrow night and we could get to know each other a little better, if you know what I mean?' She was amazed at her own boldness. Steve looked at her and smiled. 'That would be lovely, but are you sure you know what you are saying?' Joan smiled, 'Believe me, I know exactly what I'm saying. It might cheer us both up' She gave him her address. 'Be there around seven.' On the drive home Joan could scarcely believe what she had said and done. How could she have told a total stranger her most intimate memory and just what was she going to do when Steve came around to dinner tomorrow night? She wasn't quite sure, but the tingling feeling in her groin told her that she was looking forward to the experience. The next day Joan was faced with just how to produce the sort of erotic dinner party that would please both her and her guest. Food was not a problem. She was an excellent cook and could produce any number of dishes. But she would have to give careful thought as to just what she would wear and equally as important, how she would behave. She decided to consider her wardrobe first. Joan did not want to be too obvious to begin with, but knew she would have to be more revealing as the evening wore on. After experimenting with a number of outfits she came to the conclusion that nothing in her current wardrobe would be suitable. It was then she remembered her old clothes in the spare room. Perhaps there were some things there that might work, and indeed there were. Joan had put on a little weight since she bought many of the items, but the fact that they were a little tight made them more revealing and that was what she was after. One particularly interesting find was a low cut bra which made her breasts stand out in front of her. Joan's breasts were quite large and they sagged a bit, but the bra made them look enormous. It was tight and quite uncomfortable, but she could put up with it for a while. After much debate she decided that the item to wear with it was a thin woollen pantsuit. When she looked at it Joan could hardly believe that she had purchased it and had no memory of ever wearing it. Probably it was one of those things that looked good in the store, but was a fashion disaster when she got it home. However, the bottoms were skin tight and worn without panties it was possible to see quite a lot. The top came in the form of a round-necked cardigan that she could just manage to button across her extremely prominent chest. She had worked out a couple of other things for later and was quite pleased with the results. She just hoped that Steve was a little into retro. All the time she had been deciding what to wear Joan had thought little about why she was doing this, but while she was preparing dinner she started to think about the evening ahead. All this was for a man she had met once, for just a couple of hours. Was he really the kind of person she thought he was, or had she invited some kind of pervert into her home? Should she call it all off, lock the door, turn out the lights and pretend no one was home? After some soul-searching she decided that her first impression was a good one and she considered that she needed just a little excitement in her life. Anyway, the more she thought about the whole exhibitionist-voyeur thing the more excited she became. The idea of a relationship without intercourse seemed very appealing after enduring years of poor George's clumsy efforts. About thirty minutes before Steve was due to arrive dinner was in the oven and nothing more needed to be done. It was time for Joan to get herself prepared. Putting on the pantsuit was no easier than it had been earlier in the day, but the task was soon completed. A bit of work with her hair and make-up and the result was something else. Joan hoped it the effect on Steve would be sexy rather than ridiculous and that he would at least appreciate the effort she had gone into in order to squeeze herself into the outfit. Promptly at seven the doorbell rang and after a quick look through the peephole to make sure it was Steve she opened the door. The serious look on his face changed to a smile as he saw her. 'Good evening Joan, you look fantastic.' 'Thank you, I thought you might like a little retro, and you don't look too bad yourself.' He was dressed in brown slacks and a light coloured sweater and looked very relaxed. 'I just love retro, especially when it is dressed up like that. I brought some wine. I hope it's okay?' He held out what must have been quite an expensive bottle.' 'That's lovely. Thank you so much. Please come in' She turned and walked down the hall, giving him a look at a very tightly enclosed rear. Dinner would not be cooked for another thirty minutes, so they decided to open the wine and have a glass. Steve sat on the sofa and Joan placed herself in an armchair directly opposite, opening her legs to make sure Steve had the best possible view. The effect was obvious from his intent look to an equally obvious bulge in his trousers. Joan decided to go a little further. She rubbed her hand over her groin, 'Goodness me, these slacks are itchy. The wool is playing hell with my private parts.' 'You poor thing! I don't mind it you give it a rub to ease the itch.' Joan did just that until she thought she would explode. Then she took her hand away and looked down, 'Oh dear,' she said, 'I appear to have leaked,' pointing to a moist spot showing in the crotch of her pants. 'I suppose that comes as a result of not wearing panties.' Steve could only squirm in his seat. Then she decided to change direction. 'The wine is lovely and I could sit here for hours, but we need to get dinner ready. Will you excuse me?' she said as she stood and moved towards the kitchen. 'Certainly, can I help?' When Steve stood the bulge in his trousers was very obvious. Joan smiled, 'Of course you can. But we can't have you getting messy, so I'll just go and grab a couple of aprons.' Leaving the room she went not to the kitchen but to the spare room where she stripped off the tights with their now sodden groin. Around her waist she tied a small pink apron and picked up a blue one off the bed. Walking back into the living room she handed the blue apron to Steve. 'There you are. Put this on and join me in the kitchen.' With that she turned and walked out giving Steve a clear view of her naked rear. It was not long before Steve joined her. His trousers had been dispensed with, as had his shoes and socks and the apron was tied around his waist with his cock tenting out the front quite dramatically. Joan smiled and clapped her hands, 'Steve, you look lovely. Blue really is your colour and that's a most impressive erection.' She could have sworn it got even bigger with her words. They then busied themselves putting the finishing touches to their meals, although Joan found it a little difficult working with the enormous projection of her chest sticking out in front of her. When all was ready she stood with her hands on her hips, 'Can't wear aprons while we're eating,' said Joan, removing hers with a flourish and exposing the lower half of her body. 'Indeed,' said Steve, removing his apron, allowing Joan to see just how large his erection was. She nodded in approval, 'As I said before, most impressive.' They proceeded to enjoy the meal, talking about a great many things, but none of them sexual. It only served to heighten the anticipation. When the main course was completed, Joan said, 'Now it's time for some dessert, but before we eat do you mind if I change. This bra is very tight and I think I need to give my poor breasts some relief. However, when I take my bra off I should warn you that my titties will sag quite a bit. It's the curse of age I guess, but if saggy boobs offend you I then I will keep it on for you.' 'Not at all,' replied Steve. 'I quite like saggy breasts. They're much more realistic than those silicone jobs so I certainly enjoy the effects of gravity.' At those words Joan smiled and stood up, leaving the room to prepare for the next step. In the spare room she undid her cardigan and removed it, then with great relief undid her bra, letting her breasts hang free. The bra really was uncomfortable, but nothing she could not have put up with if she thought it was worth it. It had become obvious to her that Steve was quite submissive and willing to do whatever he was told. She was certain his late wife had been the dominant one and that one of the reasons he was a little lost was that there was no one to tell him what to do. She knew she was capable of fixing that problem. While she was going over this she picked up a thin, light blue v-necked cardigan which she put on and buttoned up. The neck was a little low and allowed her to show quite a bit of cleavage. It was also rather tight and clung to her breasts in a way that pleased her. Returning to the living room she found Steve sitting, gently stroking his cock. 'I think that should be kept for later, don't you?' Joan's admonishment brought a guilty smile. His hands moved immediately away, but the erection stayed when he caught a look at her. 'Come on, let's have some dessert.' When she was serving his portion of apple pie Joan made sure she leaned over in front of him in order to give him a good look down the front of her cardigan. She did the same when they had finished eating and she was picking up his bowl. 'That was great,' he said. Joan smiled, 'Me or the pie?' 'Both.' 'We'll leave the dishes. Let's go back to the living room.' Steve dutifully followed her and then she asked him to move her armchair closer to the sofa so she would be much closer to him. Then they sat down and Joan took their game to the next level. 'Listen carefully, Steve. I am enjoying tonight so much that I am going to play with myself while you watch me. But while I am doing it you are not allowed to touch your cock. Just sit back and enjoy it. You'll get your chance later. Is that okay?' Steve could only nod. Joan now assumed the pose she had decided on earlier in the day and began slowly stroking her clit. 'While I'm doing this you can tell me what you think of me.' Steve seemed mesmerised by her performance. 'I think you're wonderful,' he said quietly. 'I can't believe how beautiful you are and you've gone to so much trouble for me.' Steve was as lost as she was in the moment. 'I think your choice of clothes was great, but I was wondering if I could see your titties in the flesh at some point, rather than just looking at them through your cardigans.' Joan smiled, ' I think that can happen later. Keep talking while I cum.' Her breath started coming in gasps and her fingers moved faster across her slit, occasionally sliding one inside. 'I seem to be obsessed with your tits, probably because they looked so amazing in that bra, but your cunt is beautiful too. I'm so lucky that you sat down beside me on that bench. Good. You seem to be coming now. Are you?' 'Yes. Yes.' Joan managed to get out before the waves of pleasure washed over her and she arched back in the chair as orgasm after orgasm ran through her. She had never felt anything like it in her life. God, what a feeling! It seemed some time before she was able to focus on Steve sitting quietly opposite. He just sat there smiling at her. Joan had been well satisfied and now it was his turn. She sat up in the chair, reached into her cardigan and drew out her breasts. Because the cardigan was still buttoned it gave her tits some support, making them stand out. 'Is this what you wanted?' she asked. 'Oh, yes,' said Steve, his voice barely above a whisper. Joan took their weight in her hands and lifted them up towards him. 'Oh, yes,' he said again. 'Now it's your turn,' Joan said. 'You've been such a good boy I think I will let you cum. But there will be some conditions.' Steve looked at her. 'When men cum there is always a mess and I don't wish to have a mess to clean up, so I will get something to take care of that.' With that she stood and with breasts hanging over the top of her cardigan walked into the kitchen where she took a large plastic mixing bowl from the top of the bench. Returning to the living room she walked over to Steve, knelt in front of him and placed the bowl on the floor. Steve leaned forward, 'Joan, do you think you could unbutton your cardigan, please? I would love to see your beasts sag. I want to see how much they hang.' She smiled and nodded, slowly undoing the buttons until the cardigan was opened and her tits were hanging down on her chest. 'There,' she said, giving them a shake, 'is that what you want?' 'Oh yes,' replied Steve softly. 'They're wonderful. Can I play with myself now while I look at you.' 'You have my permission because you've been so nice and I really want to see you cum. Kneel in front of me.' Steve moved off the couch and got on his knees in front of her. 'Now you can start, but you must tell me when you are going to cum.' Steve nodded and began moving his hand up and down his shaft. He had been in such a state of arousal for so long that she knew he wouldn't last long. However, he seemed to have a bit more willpower than she thought. Joan decided to add to the pressure by lifting her breasts and then letting them go so they dropped back onto her chest, then she shook her shoulders making them wobble back and forth. Chance Meeting This last move was enough. 'I'm going to cum,' Steve managed to gasp. 'Good boy.' Joan picked up the bowl, holding it in front of her. 'Now shoot your load right in here.' With those words Steve gave a cry and did just that. Gob after gob of sticky white cum flew from his cock to land in the bowl. Joan had never seen anything like it, not that she had much experience in the area, but she knew it was a lot. An unexpected bonus was that she had also cum while watching Steve. When he was finished he looked at her and smiled. 'Thank you so much, that was so wonderful and I have you to thank for it.' Joan smiled in return, 'You're welcome, but I think I should be thanking you. It's been a wonderful evening. Would you like to do it again?' she said as she watched the last drips fall from the end of his cock. 'Whenever you want,' came the reply. Chance Meeting It had been a year since my sub/girlfriend Amy had died in a car accident while visiting her family. Amy was 25, and had been my secretary and very personal assistant. She was young, vivacious and wanted to explore new things with me. I was her boss, her Domme, and her lover. For a few months I had been celibate and angry at fate. Then while on a business trip, I met, in a upper class lesbian bar, Cindy. She was a woman, thirty years old, with whom I had great vanilla sex and that I had spanked. A few nights later I decided, on a whim, to look at a lesbian relationship site just to see what was happening. There I had a Domme nickname before I met Amy. Members could still think I was in New England as I had not changed my profile but I had, after losing Amy, moved to a better job in the Sun Belt. I looked around by state and found, to my surprise, that there were many lesbian subs in this region. Looking at an alluringly named profile, I recognized by the stats and body pic someone I knew from the GLTB community. I never viewed Allison as a sub there but I liked the way she behaved. I wrote her a terse message to figure out if she was a possible replacement. Allison, who was a nurse, was close to my 45 years and was a plump Sherry Stringfield look-alike with long dirty-blonde hair while I was athletic, with Catherine Keener looks, some said. Allison answered, as I hoped she would, in a beautiful, well-written email about power exchange and not wanting to move from her town and responding to most of my queries. I answered back I had job offers in her region so I could move maybe if had another good reason to. For a few days, we emailed each other about this and that and she reacted like the educated sub I thought she would be. On Thursday night, I sent her an email saying, "I like movies and I will be in town for business this weekend and we could meet on Friday night to see where it could lead us." She chose the theatre and I picked the movie, adding, "We would go Dutch on our first date and would then exchange more than phone numbers if it went well." She described herself and where she would wait with the two tickets. I wrote back, "I'll be in a light blue business suit with thin white stripes, and a light lavender shirt with flat pumps." I arrived at the theatre seeing her a little nervous wearing a denim skirt and a delicately flowered blouse. She saw me and I waved as I approached her. "Hello Allison, how have you been lately?" "Fine, a little tired, too much work," "You are waiting for someone, I see," "Yes, a friend," "I know. I'm the one, "grinning and putting my hand on her right hip, "I'm Ann, it's my other first name," "Oh!... Do you still want to see the movie?" "Yes and I think you'll like it," "Ok! You're the boss," she answers smiling. " We'll go eat afterwards." We go into the multiplex and, letting her walk in front, I ogle her nice round butt. I choose where we sit and chat while waiting for the movies to start, our hands touching each other on the armrest. I grasp her wrist at one point and she smiles. I whisper in her ear, "I didn't think you were a sub when I saw you in our community meetings." She replies the same way, "I thought you could be a Domme and I hoped I could be your girlfriend." The movie was a little better than I hoped, Allison liked it a lot maybe because my hand stayed on hers the whole time. Going out, we see some acquaintances and talk a little with them. They propose that we go eat together in a new restaurant they had heard about. Allison replies, "No, we are going to my home for a dinner I have prepared." The couple smiles, feeling we were having a girlfriend's night out. Arriving at her place a few minutes after her, as we had each our own car, I see her through the window waiting. She opens the door, having taken off her bra under her shirt, and, after I close it, kneels to kiss my hands. I smile and say, "Stand and turn around." Slapping hard her butt a couple of times, I add, "Allison, get me a glass of white wine, I allow you a non-alcoholic drink," "Yes Ma'am Brenda." she answers, as I go to the living room. Bringing a tray with my glass of wine and her glass of 7Up, she bends forward to present it to me. I see her nipples are half erect and I take the glass, sipping it to taste its coldness and quality. My Allison puts the tray on the coffee table and sits cross-legged on the carpet in front of me. After a few minutes of chatting, I ask her what's for dinner. She answers by listing a Tex-Mex menu she had prepared last night for herself and possible visitors. I reply, "Fine, but first,let's look at your toy-chest so we can figure out what fun we might have for a long time." She walks in front of me to the bedroom while I tickle her butt. In her closet, she takes out an old Samsonite bag filled with different clamps, cuffs, floggers and other paddles and dildos. "Great Allison. With my things, I'm sure we have enough to explore and I expect you to give me a list of your favorite kinks and fantasies," "Sure! Mistress Brenda, you can ask anything," "Hands on bed" I add, lifting her skirt, pulling down her panties, seeing her slightly open asshole, and taking the big hairbrush on her dressing table, I say, "COUNT!" ... SLAAAAAAP! "One," SLAAAAAP! "Two," SLAAAAAAAAAP! "Threee," SLAAAAAAAAAAAP! "Four," SLAAAAAAAAAAAP! "Fiive!" Allison is getting wet and is having difficulty saying the numbers SLAAAAAAAAAAAP! "Sixxx," SLAAAAAAAAAAAP! "Seven," SLAAAAAAAAAAAP! "Eightt!" SMACK! SMACK! With my hand, to leave my imprint on her butt Using the brush-side on all her reddish pink rump, I tickle the back of her neck before putting back the hairbrush on the nightstand. " My Allison, you know that you'll get spanked every night," "Yes Mistress," she answers with smiling tears in her voice. "Let's go eat." We sit at the kitchen table, eating, sharing a bottle of beer. "When did you put that profile on the site?" Allison replies, "Three weeks ago. When I lived in the Pacific Northwest, I had a Mistress that I was very fond of but I found out she had subs on the side, especially a married woman, so after a while I felt frustrated that she didn't even want me as her alpha-sub. When the offer to move here came, I took it. In this town, I had a couple of short affairs but something wasn't going well because of our ego trips. I knew I was not following my leaning so after the last breakup, I decided on becoming a sub again and I'm glad I did even though I'm sure this whirlwind courtship is contrary to internet protocol about first meetings." "Well, as I wrote to you, you will be my only girlfriend and sub and I value your ideas but I'll decide what's best for us as a couple," "Yes Mistress," she answers, smiling, "How should I address you here?" "Brenda is fine except when we are in a more D/s scene. Then it is Mistress or Ma'am. I'll use Ally as your sub name," "Ma'am, would you like Ally to give you a foot massage before bed?" "Yes, and get your nip clamps first. But before, come and stand in font of me." She comes even closer. I unbutton her shirt and smack the undersides of her breasts, lifting them and kissing her nipples. "GO!" She comes back wearing only her panties and, head lowered, hands me her butterfly clamps. I trail one on her left breast, seeing her anticipating my action with every pore of her body. I clamp her fat right nipple, she breathes in not uttering a word. I push on her clit with my thumb as I clamp her fat left nipple and tie the two with a chain. She falls on her knees as I sit on the big chair that is now mine to use alone. My Ally takes off my black pumps and begins to caress and kiss my feet, taking her time showing she knows she has found her place. I look down at her smiling. After a few minutes, I say, "My Ally, let's go to the bedroom, you'll have plenty of time for pampering me in the months and years to come," "Yes Mistress." I pull on the clamps chain with my right little finger as we walk to the bedroom. "Kneel and take off my skirt and pull down my panties and stockings." Allison smiles and does as told. Taking off my shirt and bra, I tell her, "Hand me the strap-on!" "Yes Mistress," she takes off her panties after handing me the strap-on. I allow her a kiss below my bellybutton as she buckles the belt. I take her hand and lay her on the bed as I tease her upper thighs with the cock before pushing it in looking down at her flustering face, kissing her nose and going in and out of her incandescent pussy. Allison puts her hands on my hips feeling complete with me above her. I pull out lightly and push back in and out for a few minutes then pull out. "Grab your thighs!" as I lift her legs before pushing the strap-on in her slightly open asshole. She complies, smiling and I pound her asshole. She breathes heavily and begs, "Mistress!! Can I come please?!" "Yes!My slut Ally" I unclench the clamps and pinch her clit hard, she groans and says "Oh GAWD! Fuuck!" as I cum. I fall beside her on the bed caressing her whole body, I kiss her forehead, her nose, her lips as she giggles and coos in my arms, resting her head on my shoulder above my breast as I pull out gently. "This is the start of a beautiful friendship," "I love you Mistress," she replies, seeing me taking off the strap-on and returning to the bed beside her. "Good-night, my Allison," as I kiss her slowly on the lips and caress her body as she does mine, slowly drifting to sleep. Next morning, after spanking lightly her butt, she begs to drink my morning pee and after she kisses my feet and hands, we go to the bathroom and I stand in the bath as she kneels in front of me, opens her mouth and drinks smiling. We take a shower together, scrubbing each other's backs. After a good breakfast, before going shopping for knick-knacks, we go to her computer. I command her, "Delete the pics from the site and send mail saying: 'Thanks, I found someone'," "Yes, my Brenda," "I'll do the same on mine." At the mall, I find a high-end jeweller and we enter holding hands. I look at a simple sterling silver necklace that I buy and put around her neck, whispering in her left ear, "It's for our one week anniversary." We go out and she asks, "What should I tell my other friends?" "When is your birthday?" "Next Thursday," "Well, we both got gifts. Tell them it's a birthday gift from me," "Yes my Brenda", she answers beaming and seeing a hardware store, "Brenda, as we are ecologically friendly, I think we need more clothespins for our bigger laundry now that we are a couple" "Yes, my Ally, you are right, another thing for you to do," I answer grinning. This is a work of fiction. If something similar happened to you, I'm very happy *G*. Chance Meeting Fiona fidgeted at the table. When Frank had offered to set up another threesome, she did not realize it would be so involved. Chance and Frank had been roommates in college. They still owned the small house they had lived in during college. Both of them used it as weekend getaway. Frank had suggested that the three of them meet at the house. It was a short flight to get here. Now she was sitting in a pub, waiting. Frank was talking to a guy that just walked in, probably his buddy. The guy was pretty good looking, a little shorter than Frank. He had a athletic build and short black hair with full sideburns. He was wearing a button down shirt and 501 jeans. His back was to her, so she spent some time checking out his ass. Fiona nodded to herself. She decided he met her standard of approval. He turned around, looked at her, and smiled. Frank and his friend walked over to the table. Fiona's eyes went right to the button fly of his jeans. He looked good from that angle as well. "Hello, I'm Chance'" he said, extending his hand. "Are you going to be my new fuck buddy?" Fiona replied "Yes. Yes I am," he replied without missing a beat. "When do we get started?" Frank settled in next to Fiona, and Chance sat down across from her. After a few minutes of small talk, Fiona slipped off her shoe and slid her foot between Chance's legs. Fiona watched his face. He did not seem surprised. He did glance over at Frank. A tall blonde waitress came by and recited the daily specials. Frank and Chance were both trying to look down her shirt when she set down some coasters on the table. Fiona continued to rub her foot on Chance's crotch. "Get used to it" Frank said, looking at Chance," She is just getting started". "Hello, I'm Misty," the waitress interjected, "Can I get you something to drink?" The three of them gave her their orders, and she headed back towards the bar. Fiona was tracing a figure 8 on Chance's crotch with her foot. "By the end of night, we will be making out like drunken college kids" Fiona interjected. "Make that drunken horny college kids and I am all in," Chance replied, running his fingers along Fiona leg. "Wanna see my tits?" Fiona asked, looking right at Chance," Do as you're told and you just might." The waitress delivered their drinks. She smiled knowingly as she set down each glass and then headed back to the bar. "I think she is on to us," Fiona half whispered" and she likes it. Check her out when she gets back; she has a nipple hard on..." "If she follows us home, can we keep her?" Frank asked. "No," Fiona replied" Tonight you two are all mine." Fiona continued ", Now if you will excuse me, I need to powder my nose." While Fiona was in the ladies room, Chance quizzed Frank about what was going to happen. "Have you done this before?" Chance asked. "Once, a few weeks ago. It was pretty awesome." "Was it with another guy or another girl?" "It was another guy, but I think two women are in my future." "Was it weird with another guy there?" "I'd be lying if I said no, but it was totally worth it. FYI, guy on guy stuff turns her on. If that is a problem for you we can skip it, but if the two of us get touchy feely... well, Fiona makes it totally worth it". "Frank, I like you and all, but I am not going down on you. Don't take that personally, just one of my rules to live by". "That's fine, but more than likely, she just wants to see a little groping." "She certainly seems like she knows what she wants." Chance said. "Without a doubt." "So what did she do with you and the other guy?" "She started by giving us both blowjobs.Then while one of use fucked her, she would suck, stroke and tit fuck the other. She does like to do the grand finale one on one. Watching her make a guy come is pretty intense... I'm pretty sure you will find out later." Fiona retuned to the table and sat down. "I ran into our waitress in the restroom" she said with a smile. "Really, anything interesting?" Chance asked. "She wants to fuck one of you. She asked me which one of you I was taking home, because she wanted the other." "What did you tell her?" "That I was taking both of you home, but you two might be available at a future date." "You're pimping us out?" Frank asked. "Well, you two are coming back here for that race in a couple weeks, right? I got her number and email address. We can facebook stalk her. If she pans out, you can call her". "You think she was really interested?" Chance inquired. "I got her to flash me... so I'd say yea." "What? How?" Chance asked. "I just asked. I told her that neither of you liked fake boobs. I needed to report back. In case either of you were interested in her." "And?" both Frank and Chance replied "They are real and they are spectacular. Now finish your drinks, I already paid the bill and tipped the waitress." All three of them stood up. Frank and Chance were half trying to hide their erections from everyone but the waitress. Fiona made no attempt to cover the way her nipples poked out through her shirt. They hailed a cab, Fiona settling between the two men. As soon as the cab pulled away from the curb, she leaned over and kissed Chance on the lips. At the same time she slid her hand inside Frank's pants and began to stroke his cock. She continued to kiss and stroke both of them for the short drive to the house. Frank closed the door behind them, and they all headed to the bedroom. "Still wanna see my tits?" she asked Chance. "Absolutely," he replied. "Well, you are going to have to work for it. I'm going to tell you or Frank to do something. Each time you do what you're told, everybody removes a piece of clothing. We continue until everyone is naked. Think you can do that?" "Yes" Frank and Chance replied in unison. "Chance," Fiona started," I want to see how you like to be touched. Stand behind Frank and grab his dick. Keep in mind I'm probably going to do the same thing to you." Fiona watched intently as Chance stood behind Frank. Chance's hands rested on Franks hips. He slipped them under Frank's shirt. Then Chance slid his hands up Frank's chest. Fiona found herself touching her own chest as she watched. She could see Chance pinching Frank's nipples under his shirt. She did the same to herself. Slowly Chance's hands moved back down. Soon they were on to Frank's thighs. She watched as Chance's fingers pressed into Frank's legs, and finally onto his crotch. "How did I do?" Chance asked. "Very well Now come over here and claim your prize." she replied. Chance walked over to Fiona and grabbed her shirt. With a quick tug he pulled it over her head and tossed it to the floor. Fiona hooked her thumbs under Chances shirt and slowly slid her hands up his ribs. Once she had stripped the shirt off Chance's body, she told him to remove Frank's shirt. "I want," Fiona said once they were all shirtless "Frank to caress your chest." She was looking directly at Chance, licking her lips. Frank stood facing Chance and pressed his hands against Chance's abs. He slid them up, letting his fingers run through Chance's chest hair. His fingertips circled around Chance's nipples, and then gently brushed against them. "Nicely done." commented Fiona "What do you want me to take off?". Frank chose shoes, a necessary but boring choice. Fiona took a step closer when everyone was ready to play again. "Chance, I want you to kiss Frank. I'm going to be doing the same to you soon, so make it something I will enjoy." Frank had a big ' I told you so ' grin on his face. Chance started by kissing him gently on the lips, then the cheeks. Chance continued on, nibbling on Frank's ears before moving on to his neck. Then Chance put his hands on Frank's head. He pressed his lips on Frank's mouth. Fiona watched them kiss passionately, imaging that they were French kissing each other. "That's what I want," Chance said, a little out of breath. "I think I want that too," Fiona replied. "It is, Fiona. You totally want that," Frank interjected. "I'll be taking your bra now," Chance said "and you can take mine... Whoops, I'm not wearing one." He grinned as he unzipped Fiona's sports bra. Her breasts tumbled out. Chance starred at her tits for a moment. His eyes fixed on Fiona's erect nipples. "Not so fast," Fiona interjected, "This is my game. I say you can't have more items of clothing than I do. Who is wearing underwear?" Only Chance raised his hand. "I'll be taking your jeans then, cause them's the rules" Fiona said, kneeling in front of Chance. She carefully unbuttoned his 501s and slid them down his legs. She paused for a moment, looking at the bulge in his boxers. Fiona stood up again. "The kissing really worked for me," Fiona said," so this time let's have Frank kiss Chance. I will tell you when to stop." Frank started by kissing Chance on the neck. He moved on to Chance's cheeks, ears, and finally lips. Fiona watched, her hands on her breasts, her fingers tugging on her nipples. He bent down and pressed his lips to Chance's chest, and soon was circling Chance's nipples with his tongue. Fiona put one hand inside her panties. She noticed Chance's eyes were focused on her fingers as she touched herself. Fiona closed her eyes, and began to move her hips back and forth. Her hand moved from her breast to her mouth. She put two fingers inside her mouth, gently sucking on them for a few seconds. Then she pinched her nipple between her now wet fingers. As Chance watched her she mouthed 'Fuck me hard' ,and a quite moan escaped her lips. Frank was now kissing Chance on the shoulders, but he did not seem to notice. Chance was in a trance, watching Fiona masturbate three feet away from him. "I think we have played this game long enough." said Frank, interrupting the trance Fiona and Chance were in. He took Fiona by the hand and led her over to the bed. She lay down in the middle, and Frank tied her wrists to the headboard with some leather straps. Chance was starring at Fiona's breasts as they rose and fell with her breathing. Fiona watched as Frank removed his remaining clothes and climbed on to the bed. "Your turn, " she said to Chance, who was standing motionless, staring at her tits. Fiona returned the favor, staring at the bulge in his shorts. Chance slipped his underwear off and his erection sprang free. Fiona looked up at the naked men on either side of her. She longed to feel them. She wanted their hands to touch her, their mouths to lick and suck on her. She wanted to feel their hard cocks inside her. They both reached down and lightly stroked her, starting with her neck. Frank's fingertips brushed against her face, then traced around her mouth. Chance drug his fingers down her neck and onto her shoulders. Their light touch made her even more sensitive. Her nipples became more swollen and her pussy was getting wetter. Fiona strained against the leather straps that held her in place. Frank put his hand on her breast, his fingers spread wide. He slowly slid them across her skin. When her nipple was pinched between his fingertips, he gently tugged on it. Chance was cupping her other breast in his hand, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. As Chance continued to pinch and tug on her, Frank made slow circles on her breast with his index finger. Fiona looked at Chance. "Untie me so we can get started. I'm so turned on a stiff breeze on my pussy would make me come," she said. Chance leaned over and pressed his lips to her breast, taking her stiff nipple into his mouth. At the same time he started to move his hand down her body. Frank stopped him, guiding his hand to her thigh. "Let's make her wait just a little longer" Frank said. He moved so that he was kneeling right beside her head. Frank put his hand on Fiona's head and turned it towards him. With his other hand he guided his cock to her mouth. Fiona moaned softly, either from Chance pinching her nipple between his teeth, or the thought of taking Frank in her mouth. Frank pressed his penis past her lips and into her mouth. He watched as her lips stretched around the shaft of his dick. He moaned as her tongue press against him. Chance crawled up so that he was on the other side of Fiona's face. Frank pulled his cock out of her mouth and turned her to face Chance. Fiona leaned towards his cock, extending her tongue to lick it. Almost immediately, Chance pressed his penis into her waiting mouth, rapidly sliding it in and out. Fiona moved her head back and forth, letting him fill her mouth. Each time his penis slid past her lips she pressed her tongue against it. Fiona craned her neck towards Chance until the head of his cock was against the back of her throat. It was not long before she could taste him leaking into her mouth. She pulled her head back and looked up at him. "Untie me and I will do something that feels even better," she said, licking her lips. Her eyes shifted to Frank, "You will just have to watch and wait your turn." Chance started to untie Fiona. Frank moved off the bed and settled in to a chair that gave him a good view. Once she was free, she stripped off her panties and tossed them into Frank's lap. Fiona sat on the corner of the bed and waved at Chance. He stood in front of her. She put her hands on his chest. Her fingers ran through his chest hair until she located his nipples. She let her fingertips glide across them a few times to make them stand up, then pinched them hard. Chance let out a quiet moan. Fiona put her hands on Chance's ass and pulled him closer. Next she wrapped her hands around his erection and began to stroke up and down. He was still a little wet from the blowjob, and her hands moved easily up and down his shaft. Each time her hand covered the head of his cock she gave a little twist. Fiona leaned forward, licking his cock with her tongue. When she had covered every bit of his she took him in her mouth again. "Don't come yet", she said to Chance, "I will tell you when I am ready for you to finish." and she plunged his cock back into her mouth, deep throating him again. Her whole body was bobbing back and forth. Chances eyes shifted between watching his shaft slid between her lips and her breasts as they swayed back and forth. Fiona took one hand off him and put it between her legs. Both Frank and Chance watched Fiona's hand as her fingers alternated between rubbing her clit and slipping between the lips of her pussy. She realized Chance was getting close again and she stopped for a moment. After giving him a few moments to regain control, she pulled his penis against her chest. Fiona cupped her breasts in her hands and wrapped them around Chance's cock. She began to move them up and down. Chance started to thrust his hips, trying to fuck her tits. "Hold still, let me do this," she said in a stern voice. Fiona continued to rub her breasts along his cock, her stiff nipple pressed into his skin. He was staring at her. She was looking right back at him. Fiona thought about making him finish like this, letting him smear his come all over her breasts, then licking his cock clean. But she wanted to be fucked. She lay back on the bed, and Chance wasted no time climbing on top of her. The two of the squirmed into the middle of the bed. Chance felt Fiona put her arms around his neck and pull him down. Her lips pressed against his. Her tongue penetrated his mouth. She gave him a long, passionate kiss. Chance pressed his hips forward. The head of his cock slid inside her. She squirmed back a little. "Don't be in such a rush," Fiona whispered, "you will get to fuck me, but I'm going to make you work for it." She pressed his head down, and Chance found his face pressed against her breast. He kissed and licked her all over. "That's a good start," she moaned as she guided his head to her other breast. Once again Chance started kissing the edge of her breast, working his way in. Finally he wrapped his lips around her erect nipple and swirled his tongue around it. It was swollen with excitement. He pinched it between his teeth. As he bit down on her she moaned and wrapped her legs around him. She held him there for a few minutes, and then Chance felt a downward pressure again. Fiona guided his head between her legs, throwing her legs over his shoulders. Her heels dug into his back. She felt his lips press against her clit. When he started to suck on her, she pressed her heels into his back even harder, drawing him closer. Fiona felt him wrap his arms around her legs, his fingers pressing into her thighs. A feeling of warmth was spreading from between her legs and enveloping her entire body. Fiona let go of Chance, putting her hands on her breast, tweaking her nipples His tongue pressed against her, and she began to thrust her hips back and forth. She was fucking his face. Her orgasm cascaded over her. The feelings came in waves, each one more intense than the last. She moaned as the last wave of pleasure washed over her. Fiona let go of her breasts, grabbed Chance's head and pull him onto herself. Chance felt her hand on his cock, pulling between her legs. He easily entered her, she was so wet. Her hands were on his ass now, pulling him into her. He leaned down and kissed her, his face still wet from going down on her. She kissed him over and over, their tongues swirling together. Between kisses she urged him on, almost grunting works like harder, deeper, faster. He raised himself up, watching her breasts move back and forth as he thrust into her. He was fucking her with long strokes, pulling his cock almost all the way out, then ramming it all the way in. With each thrust the base of his cock pressed against her clit. They were both covered in sweat, their breathing was labored. "Hold still," she whispered to him, "I want to fuck you for a while." Chance pressed his cock into her, and she started to grind her hips back and forth. He could feel her squeezing his dick inside her. She was rubbing her clit against him. It was almost too much. Her next words were a relief to hear. "I'm ready for you to come." Chance started thrusting again. As his orgasm built he could feel every bit of her flesh. Each time the lips of her pussy stretched over the head of his cock, the orgasm got closer. "Oh, your cock feels so good," she gasped, "Don't stop. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me. I want to feel you come inside me. I want you to fill me up. Your making me come Don't stop! Please don't stop." Hearing her talk like that was the final straw. Chance exploded inside her as they came together. Fiona put her hands on his ass, pulling him into her until his erection was gone. Chance lay on his back, completely exhausted. "Was it worth the trip out here?" she asked. "Hell yes, and then some." he replied. "Are you going to watch me do Frank? You can join in if you want to." she whispered into his ear. Chance climbed out of the bed and sat down. Fiona walked over to where Frank was standing. The sweat on her skin made her look like she sparkled. She put her arms around Frank's neck and kissed him. As they kissed, she spun him around and pushed him onto the bed. Frank was lying across the bed, with his head towards Chance. Fiona walked around, standing between the two naked men. She bent over, kissing Frank on the lips. Her hands were on his shoulders. She bowed her back, showing her pussy to Chance. She wanted him to see what he had done to her. Chance's gaze fixed on her vagina, still wet from their encounter. Fiona was focused on Frank. Her lips wandered about, kissing him on the lips, cheeks, ears, then moving to his neck. She walked her hands forward, so that they were beside his chest. She was kissing him on the chest now, the tip of her tongue probing his nipples. Her breasts were above Frank's face, and he was doing everything he could to them. His hands caressed and squeezed them. His tongue licked them. His lips kissed and sucked on them. Fiona kept going, her lips exploring Frank's abs. He had stopped kissing her. He was just lying there, enjoying the feeling of Fiona's lips on his skin. His cock quivered with anticipation as her lips moved closer. Chance Meeting Frank could feel his skin tingling. The feeling increased as Fiona's lips got closer and closer to his dick. Her breasts were brushing against his chest. .If he titled his head back, he could see the tuft of hair just above Fiona's shaved pussy. He longed to feel the lips of her vagina with his tongue. His desire overcame him. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over on the bed. They were lying lengthwise on the bed now. Frank glanced over at Chance, and saw that he was intently watching the two of them. Now Frank was on his hand and knees above her. He put his head down started kissing her thighs, moving closer and closer, until his head was between her legs. He felt Fiona's hands on his cock, slowly stroking it. Frank's mouth found Fiona's pussy, and he started to lick and suck on it. Fiona started to moan and squirm as Frank went down on her. After a few minutes both of them started to move their hips back and forth. Fiona felt Franks tongue as it explored between her legs. She had his cock in her hands. The longer she stroked it, the more she wanted to have it between her legs. After having been pinned under Chance for an amazing orgasm, she wanted to take control. She pushed Frank off of her, and in almost the same movement straddled him. She glanced over at Chance, and motioned for him to come closer. She put one hand on her breast, pulling it up to her mouth .She started licking it as she locked eyes with Chance. Fiona put her other hand on Frank's dick, pointing it straight up. At the same time she lowered herself until she could feel just the tip of his cock. She still had his penis in her hand. She moved it back and forth. The head of his penis spread her lips apart, and brushed against her clit. She continued to tease Frank this way for almost two minutes. He did not seem to be complaining. Instead, Franks gaze was shifting from her hand on his cock to the hand on her breast. "I hope you are ready to be ridden hard," she said to Frank as she plunged down onto him. She felt Frank's girth spread her lips apart. When he had filled her up, she leaned forward and kissed him. As soon as their lips touched, his tongue slipped between them. She ran her fingers through the hair on his chest. Fiona rode up and down on his cock, rubbing her clit against him on each stroke. Fiona felt Chance behind her; he was straddling Frank, pressing his half erect cock against her ass. Chance's hands were on her tits, his fingers toying with her nipples. Fiona felt a jolt of pleasure between her breasts and her vagina. The two naked men were giving her that feeling of warmth again. It wasn't like waves building this time, it felt like an avalanche coming. The feelings did not rise and fall, it just getting more and more intense. "You are going to come for me Frank," she cried out, "You are going to come for me right now! Yes, yes, yes." She leaned forward, pulling her breasts away from Chance, and putting them against Frank's face. Chance leaned forward with her. He pressed his cock against her ass. She felt Frank come inside her. "I'm not done with you yet Frank," she whispered to him. She rocked her hips back and forth, milking every bit she could out of his cock. Then the avalanche hit her. It exploded from between her legs. It spread to her fingers and her to toes. As her muscles clamped down on Frank, it felt like his cock doubled in size. She could feel Chance getting harder as his cock slid between the checks of her ass. Then she felt Chance come on her ass, the hot, slick fluid spread over her skin. All three of them collapsed on the bed and drifted off to sleep. Chance was the last one to wake up the next morning. Before he opened his eyes, he wondered if it had been the best wet dream ever. He opened his eyes and the room slowly came into focus. The smell of sex still hung in the air. Chance looked around, and saw Frank across the room. Frank had a towel around his waist, and was digging through his suitcase. "How often does that happen to you?" Chance asked, looking at Frank. "Until Fiona came along, pretty much never. With her, this is the second time in a month," Frank replied, neglecting to mention that it was the second time ever. "Fiona's in the shower. You should peak in on her. It's that last time you will see her naked for a while." "She won't mind?" "Hello, were you here last night? I don't think she will be too concerned if you see her naked... again," Frank said with a grin. Chance cautiously walked into the bathroom. Fiona was indeed in the shower. As he watched her shower, he found himself wishing it was in slow motion. She was facing him, but had her eyes closed and her head back as she rinsed her hair. Her wet skin glistened in the morning light. She did not have the look of airbrushed perfection that magazine models had. She had a scar or two. She was fit, but did not look like a body builder. Her breasts sagged slightly. But a herd of Elephants could be stampeding through the next room. Chance would not have looked way. She opened her eyes and saw Chance watching her. The shower was one of the hand held type, she pulled it from its mount and slowly sprayed it across her breasts. Then, she lowered it until it was between her legs, and switched it from spray to massage. She gave Chance a seductive grin, put the shower back on the wall, and stepped out. "I left it on for you. It feels great. Why don't you get cleaned up and join us?" She wrapped herself in a towel and walked towards the bedroom. Chance stripped down and took a quick shower. His brain was still processing the "join us "part of Fiona's comment. Surely she meant for breakfast. But in the event it was something else, Chance did not want to waste any time. He turned off the shower, toweled off, and headed for the bedroom. Fiona and Frank were waiting for him, still just wrapped in their towels. "We have to leave soon to catch the flight home, but if you are up to it, I'd like one for the road," Fiona said. As if for dramatic effect, as she spoke, she dropped her towel to the floor. "I want both of you to come inside me." She looked at Chance, "you in my pussy." He gaze shifted to Frank, "and you in my mouth. Any objections?" Frank and Chance both slowly nodded in unison. "I want to start off with Chance behind me," she said, climbing on to the bed. Chance dropped his towel and crawled behind her. Fiona motioned to Frank. He walked to the edge of the bed. "Frank, I want you to feed me your cock." Chance guided his cock between her legs. He rubbed the tip of his penis against her, feeling how hot and wet she was. Fiona let out a moan as Chance penetrated her. Frank put his hand on his erection and pushed it down until it was level with Fiona's mouth. She flicked her tongue against it. In one smooth motion, she took his entire length into her mouth and throat. Fiona relished the feeling of having two men inside her. Both Frank and Chance were slowly thrusting in and out of her. As Chance's penis filled her vagina, Frank's cock slid out of her mouth. Just as her lips started to stretch over Frank's dick, Chance pulled back. But she wanted to be in control. She pulled her head back, and straightened up. As she did, both of the men pulled back. Fiona turned to Chance, and pushed him down onto the bed. In a fluid motion she straddled him, grabbed his cock and guided between her legs. When she was done, she had his arms pinned to the bed, and he was completely inside her. "Get over here Frank", she said. She motioned with her head as she began to ride up and down on Chance. Frank knelt in front of her. She leaned forward and engulfed his penis with her mouth. Frank stroked his cock, following her lips as they went up and down his shaft. Neither of the men moved. Fiona felt like she was fucking both of them. As she rocked forward, Frank's cock filled her mouth. As she rocked back, her pussy was filled with Chance's erection. She would be bragging about this to her friends when they talked about how slutty they had been. She felt Frank's other hand caressing her breast. That was the final piece of the puzzle. When he tugged on her nipple is was like he flipped the orgasm switch. There was absolutely no build up to this one. It was like being stuck by lightning. One moment the sex just felt good. And then her whole body was tingling. Her pussy clamped down on Chance. She could feel every detail of Frank's cock in her mouth. It appeared her orgasm was spreading. Just as the feeling of ecstasy began to slip away, Chance and Frank both came. Frank filled her mouth to overflowing. Chance's come spilled out of her and ran down her thighs. She kept fucking both of them until they had nothing left. As soon as Frank pulled his cock out of her mouth, she grabbed him by the neck and kissed. As there lips pressed together. She smeared his face with come, another round of fireworks when off inside her. She release Frank, pinned Chance's arms down again and kissed him. His tongue speared into her mouth. The last bolt of sexual energy passed through her. She rolled on to the bed next to Chance, and Frank collapsed next to her. "That was fucking amazing," they all said at once, and then burst out laughing. Chance Meeting I saw her one morning on the bus to work. She looked a little lost so I asked her if I could help. "Please, I don't know which stop to get off at. Today is my first day on the job and I thought I knew just where to go, but it all looks so different this morning." "I understand, it was that way for me my first time on the bus. Where are you going? Maybe I know where you get off at." "22nd and Aims. I work at the Plaza Building." "Oh, I work there too. Just follow me." I didn't want to let her go. She was so cute. Mid 30s, shoulder length dark brown hair, nice body, and cute little nose. Best of all, no ring! So I just started asking about her job, her life, whatever I could think of to keep the conversation going. Soon it was our stop and I led the way to the building. "Well, here you are. I guess you don't know what time you are leaving. But if you get off about 5 there is a 5:15 bus. That's the one I usually take." "Thanks. I hope to see you then." Well, I couldn't get her off my mind all day. I got out of work a little early and wandered down to the bus stop, hoping to see her again. The 4:55 bus was waiting, but she wasn't on it. So I waited for the next one. She showed up about 10 minutes later and immediately came over to me. We talked about her day until the bus came. We ended up talking the whole way home. When we got to her stop, I asked if she would like to go out tonight to celebrate her first day on the job. "Not tonight, I really am tired. But I would like to go out Friday night." "I certainly understand. But how about a quick bite right now? There is a good place right down the street." I didn't really know the neighborhood that well, but it was the only thing I could think to say. It was incredible how much I wanted her! Apparently, she felt the same way. Her leg was touching mine as we sat the cramped table. I would have complained about the seating, but it was very private and I liked being so close to her. I put my hand on her knee when I leaned forward to pour the wine. She didn't react, so I just left it there. Soon my fingers were wandering a little, mostly just rubbing her skin. It was so soft. But then I decided to get a little bolder and my hand moved up under her skirt. Then I started rubbing the skin in the inside of her thighs. Looking into her eyes, I could tell she both wanted me to continue and was afraid at how fast things were moving. Our conversation was faltering now, neither of us could think very well. So I took her hand and kissed it. She blushed and took a sip of her wine, a rather large sip. My hand was moving further up and began to brush her crotch. I could feel some moisture, so I knew she wanted me. I bent over the table and kissed her. Her response was so hot! Her mouth opened and she shoved her tongue was into my mouth. We kissed for what seemed like forever. My hand gave up all pretense of just rubbing her leg; it was now rubbing her pussy. Her legs parted even further and I slid a finger under her panties to find her clit. I started rubbing and flicking it. She put her head back and moaned softly. I told her to lift her hips. She asked why but lifted them anyway. I took both hands and slid her panties down. She looked a little embarrassed when they fell to the floor but I shoved two fingers in her pussy and started pumping. I had never done something like this before in public, but it was like I was possessed by my desire for her. She started to moan very quietly, it was obvious from the look on her face she would have liked to just let it out but had enough presence of mind to know where we were. At that moment, the waiter came to the table. I stopped pumping but didn't remove my fingers from her pussy. She just sat there with a wanton look on her face. I was glad the waiter left quickly; probably he could smell the sex in the air. Then I realized that he probably saw her panties on the floor. Oh well, I decided what the hell, give him a thrill. She was wearing a nice blouse; I reached over and unbuttoned the button holding her straining breasts. Then I reached around and, with a little fumbling, I unfastened her bra. I put my hand inside her blouse and moved her bra up so I could play with her nipples. So there I was, one hand inside playing with her nipples and the other pumping her pussy. This, inside a restaurant with a woman I met by chance on the bus that morning. I could tell this was not something she had ever done either. Suddenly, her eyes almost crossed with trying to hold her moans down. She was cumming. My fingers felt like they were gripped in a vice then she just slumped in her chair. I pulled my fingers out from beneath her clothes and buttoned her blouse back up. Then I kissed her lightly on the lips. A few minutes later, the waiter came by and I paid the check. By that time she could walk again. So we got up and walked out the door, leaving her panties as part of the tip. Needless to say, we spent the night together. The next morning, I called in sick. I had to. We hadn't gotten that much sleep and by the time we finished making love after the alarm went off, I just didn't have enough time to go home and change before work. Besides, I was tired and wanted to make plans for that night. Maybe we would eat in tonight. Chance Meeting All characters are fictional and it is no intent on the part of the author that they should represent any real persons, either living or deceased. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. All characters are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years. The track whisked by under her feet as Cassie made another lap, fully enjoying the heat of the sun on her skin and the feeling of the breeze in her hair. Normally she would have had to contend with the track team doing their weekly work-out but today they were working inside and left the field open to her. She whistled as she passed the starting marks and only came to a halt after another half-dozen laps. By then her skin was coated in a sheen of sweat and she was breathing heavily. The team should be done with their work out and showers so, as long as she was quick, the Coach should not have a hard time with her using the showers before making the walk home. Grabbing up her water bottle and sweat towel she headed off the field toward the locker room and showers. She had been right in one thing at least. Practice for the track and field teams was over, but the only showers and locker room available was the boy's. She had stopped the Coach on her way out of the gym and been assured that she was going to be the only one in there and should not worry too much about the impropriety of cleaning up in the 'other teams' locker room. Cassie just nodded but made double sure to look around before ducking into the locker room. The boy's locker room was no different from the girl's except that there were urinals mounted with the stalls and, not a big surprise, a condom dispenser as well. Cassie thought for a minute about wearing her swim suit into the shower – just in case – but seeing as nobody was around, decided to chance it and stripped out of her jogging shorts and the rest of her clothes. Pausing in front of the mirror she took stock of what she saw and decided that it wasn't all that bad. Sure, her small c-cup breasts could have been a little larger but at least they were not so far gone that they hurt after she went for her runs. Her hips had been narrow for the longest time but between weight training class and jogging her body had finally caught up with her age and she had started to look like a proper young woman in the last year – not the scrawny tom-boy that hadn't gotten much in the way of attention from the guys – and she thought of herself now as attractive. Not stellar, certainly not someone that would turn the heads of the most popular guys in school, but she had been getting noticed more often of late and that made her feel good about herself. The only thing that she didn't really like about her body image had to be the thick growth of pubic hair between her legs and blanketing over her mound! The auburn tangles were just not that attractive, but she had not worked up the courage to trim them down, or shave them completely. With her appraisal over, Cassie stepped into the nearest shower stall and cranked on the hot water. She was ten minutes into letting the hot water ease the soreness in her muscles when she thought she heard the locker room door slam shut, and then the soft tread of sneakers on the concrete floors. Oh shit, she thought as she quickly shut off the water and wrapped a towel around her breasts and hips. Everything was covered, but her clothes were still ten feet away and Cassie was certain that she wasn't alone anymore! Slipping on wet tile she collapsed on the bench next to her duffle bag and began pulling clothes out of it and trying to figure out what went which way. Her skin was still soaked and that made making the material do what it was intended to all the more difficult. Not to mention that she was agitated and nervous so her fingers were not wanting to work the right way. She was half way into her bra and struggling to straighten her underwear when he stepped around the corner. She gasped, dropping her panties in the process, and since her towel was already pinned underneath her and open, the boy got a free shot of her! He paused, a clipboard in his hand, and his eyes traced a line from the deeper shadows between her tightly closed legs to her trembling breasts, and then they read her face. "Sorry" he stuttered. "I didn't know anybody was still here. Let alone using the showers." "Coach said it was okay: stammered Cassie. "The other locker room was closed so he sent me in here to clean up . . ." She sounded in a panic even to her own ears and she wasn't, technically speaking, even doing anything wrong. The encounter was only becoming more awkward the longer that it was dragged out. She couldn't stand up to pull on her underwear without flashing him everything, but at the same time she did not want to just sit here, wet and naked, trying to make small talk until he left. Cassie knew she recognized him from somewhere though – probably from one of her classes – but wasn't quite connecting on his face. He stepped around her and opened the Coach's office, deposited the clipboard that he had been holding, and then closed and locked the office again. "Okay, all finished" he said. Sounding relieved. But that didn't stop him from taking one more, long, lingering, look at her body. Cassie felt heat creeping into her cheeks and her chest flushed in embarrassment, but this unlooked for attention was making her body react in ways that she would not have expected. It was tightening up in all the right places and reminding her of just how long it had been since . . . well, she had gotten laid. Growing up in a small town where the only extra-curricular activities revolved around getting high, getting drunk, and getting laid she had always opted for the less dangerous of the three and had not been a virgin since she was sixteen. Now that she was looking at high school graduation in a few more weeks it was no wonder her body was responding in such a way! Thinking back now she knew it had been, easily, three months, or more, since she had last had sex. As her unexpected company moved to step around her she stood from the bench and placed a hand on his chest to stop him. Her own hormones were raging and she knew that she was beyond the point of caring if anyone else walked in. His eyes slipped from her face and took in her body – now fully exposed – and from the tent growing in his jeans, Cassie knew that he was a little more than interested! Good, that meant that the rest of this was going to be easier than she had hoped. The bench was not the most comfortable of perches but Cassie did not care! She felt heat between her legs and a tension building in her loins and knew exactly what it was that her body wanted. Normally, she was not one to go in for getting any from random strangers, but since she wasn't dating anyone at the moment and would not have risked masturbating in public, she didn't really see anything wrong in doing what she was planning. Besides, it was not possible to rape the willing and she was happy to note that her new friend was proving to be more than willing. She had him stripped to the waist and his jeans were pooled around his ankles. The only thing stopping the two of them were his cotton briefs that were still in place. Grabbing those, Cassie yanked them down – making sure not to drag the rough elastic over the reaching length of his growing penis – and sent them down to keep his jeans company. One of her hands reached down between his legs and eagerly found the shaft of his cock. A loose 'sausage grip' was all that was needed and she stroked him until he twitched in the palm of her hand, signaling his readiness. Meanwhile her other hand had been busy at her mound, rubbing and teasing it until her palm and fingers were slick with her own juices. Pushing him down on the bench she stood above him, straddling his waist. "Rub here" she instructed as she pushed his trembling hand against her eager snatch! "Ohhh" she breathed as that first contact took her. Meanwhile she bent at the waist, facing away from him, and swallowed the head of his penis and two or three inches of his shaft. She heard him breathe in and his body tensed at the sensation, but he did not stop rubbing at her mound! After just a few measured bobs of her head he was slick with her saliva and judging from the heat rising between her legs she was more than ready – no more foreplay! Cassie groaned as she carefully angled his shaft to make penetration more comfortable for her and then she eased down onto him. The bulbous head of his penis sank inside of her, past her outer lips, and burrowed deep into her vaginal canal until she was stretched and felt her mound come into contact with his balls! He was all in and it felt wonderful! Riding him in a reverse cowgirl gave her an angle on her g-spot and she made shallow motions so that he could not pop out of her. Every bounce sent her arching toward her climax and she felt him grunting as his erection was engulfed in her tight, warm, and wet slit. In so far as getting sex on the fly was concerned, Cassie was beginning to see the appeal in it. She ground herself against him. Feeling the coarse hairs of his pubic regions against the soft skin of her ass and then focusing on the sensation of being almost completely filled with hard and willing cock! She had not had a lot of lovers, but this one was proving out to be one of the better endowed ones. Closing her eyes she changed the angle of her hips just enough and on his next plunge was pleased to feel the swollen head of his cock brushing against the neck of her womb! "Ohhh, sweet fucking god . . . "she groaned at the sensation of deep penetration! Then, unexpectedly, he shifted and bucked his hips upward, that was all that was needed as Cassie toppled over the edge into her orgasm! She was only vaguely aware of her hips grinding against him as she focused on breathing and the waves of unequaled pleasure as they broke over her for what felt like eternity. Her hand was pressing against the swollen bud of her clitoris and her friend was still trying to move underneath her as she continued to come. After what felt like an eternity she calmed and her body relaxed, she was spent and glowing from her finish but sensed that her companion was not yet done. It would have been rude to just get herself off and then leave him with nothing. "Mmm" she moaned. "Your turn" and she leaned forward until cool air came between the two of them and she crawled onto her hands and knees, her sex – wet and waiting – was presented to him! Thankfully he did not disappoint. With her head down she couldn't see anything but his upper thighs as he slipped up behind her and rubbed his penis down her oozing slit, feeling for her opening, and teasing her at the same time. Cassie reached down between her legs and began rubbing her own mound and then felt the pleasure/pain of deep penetration as he slipped back inside of her in one deft stroke! His hands, soft though they were, gripped her under her hips, and pulled her back against him on every stroke. Driving the breath out of her and nearly making her topple off the bench on more than one occasion. She grunted her pleasure with each one of those and felt the muscles in her pussy tightening and drawing him deeper into her, in essence trying to milk his penis into her waiting and wanting womb! He was not long at her – perhaps another five minutes – before his deep strokes became more irregular and erratic, his breathing a little faster, and then plowed into her until his balls slapped against her clit and the tips of her fingers . . . "I'm coming" he gasped! Every spurt teased her and Cassie could feel it pooling inside of her! She groaned but also tightened down, holding him inside of her until she felt the last twitches of him. Without another word he slipped out of her and fell back on his haunches. Sitting up and looking back she could see that he was already shrinking, his erection spent, it was returning to its normal, flaccid, size. Before it could get away completely though, Cassie was face forward in his lap and took it into her mouth again. Sucking at it as though it were a straw and she was most anxious to get the last drops out of it! He gasped – still over sensitized from his orgasm – but he did not pull away. She released him only after she had gotten her fill and watched as he hurryingly pulled on his clothes, straightened them, and then beat a hasty retreat from the locker room. She took her own time dressing now. Fully satiated, there was no more need to hurry and she walked out of the gym, a little sore for her experience, but fairly certain that it was not going to be her last. END Chance Meeting I was in town that week for a conference. They had me staying at one of those nice hotels downtown, within walking distance of everything; stores, clubs, restaurants. It was Tuesday afternoon and I had been able to get away from the meetings a little earlier than usual, so I decided to go walking around and see what was out there. I spent a couple of hours just meandering, looking in store windows, popping in when something looked interesting, just relaxing and enjoying the fresh air and sights of the city. It was about 4:30 pm, and I was walking along a side street of small shops. I noticed that one of them was a lingerie store, and of course, that caught my interest. I wandered up to the window to look in at the displays. I've always liked the smaller, non-chain lingerie stores. They always seem to have a better selection of items, and the salesgirls are always far more helpful because they have a far greater interest in being successful. As I stood there looking into the store, you caught my eye. You were standing at a rack, looking very serious, trying to decide on an item. You were wearing a long black skirt with a slit up the side to your thighs, a nice leather coat under which I could see a white buttoned blouse. It was a little difficult to distinguish what sort of figure you had, but what struck me immediately was your face. You had a beautiful smile and glowing eyes. I had to get a better look. I went into the store and pretended like I was there to do some shopping. One of the salesgirls asked if she could help me, and I told her I was just browsing. Normally, I would have struck up a conversation and possibly try to get her to model something for me after the store closed. But I was intent on you. You were over by the merry widow rack, looking at different colored ones, trying to make a decision. I moved in a roundabout way through the store, keeping my eye on you, trying to look innocent. Finally, I was near you. The smile was even better than I had thought when I first saw it through the window. And your figure was now discernible… you had shapely legs visible through the slit in the skirt, and your breasts looked full and firm, stretching the buttons on your shirt a little. I could see the outline of lace on your bra through the shirt, and the faint hint of hardness in your nipples. And you smelled divine. I wasn't sure what the perfume was, but it sent chills straight to my groin. I moved next to you, still pretending to shop. You were now looking at a jade-green merry widow… I decided to take a chance… "That's a lovely color" I said. You looked over at me, almost annoyed, but then I noticed the look change to one of interest. "I think so too, but there are so many different ones to choose from" you answered with a smile. Your eyes were wide open behind your glasses, like you were examining me. I guess you thought I was safe. I offered my assistance in helping you make a decision. You accepted. We talked while we looked. You told me that you were from out of town too, attending a different conference, but by coincidence staying in the same hotel as I was. You told me that you were married, but I got the impression from the way you smiled that if something interested you, you would possibly enjoy the moment. We finally decided on the jade green item… it would go well with your skin tone, I said. You went back and tried it on for fit. How I wished that I could see you in it, but you didn't offer. You came back a few minutes later and announced that it was perfect. I smiled and told you that I had wished that, since I had helped you pick it out, you would have let me help with the final decision. You smiled and told me that I shouldn't worry about that….. maybe I would get the chance to see it some other time. I took the chance to ask what you were doing that evening, and you said that you had no plans other than grab a bite to eat and retire to your room. Funny thing, I said, those were my plans too, and frankly, they seemed to be a little boring. I proposed that we meet for drinks and dinner, and you accepted. I would meet you at 7:00 in the hotel bar, and we would take it from there. I offered to walk you back the short distance to the hotel, but you said that you had a few other errands to run, and wanted to finish them up. I was ecstatic as I walked back to the hotel… I had met a beautiful woman who was interesting and seemed fun to be with. I stopped by the front desk and asked if there were any small, cozy restaurants near the hotel, and was told about a nice, quiet one around the corner. It sounded perfect. I returned to my room to clean up and get ready for our date. I was in the bar at 6:45 and found a small booth in the back where I could still see the door. I ordered a martini and slowly sipped it while I was waiting for you. You arrived a little after 7; you were even more beautiful than when I had seen you at the store. You had a dark, mid-calf length skirt, which buttoned up the middle from the bottom to the top. Your blouse was silk and deep red in color. You had the top few buttons open, revealing the top swell of your breasts where they met. And it was a little snug on you, accentuating your figure. You had that wonderful smile on your face and waved when you saw me. You came over and I helped you slide into the booth, and I sat next to you……. Close, but not intrusively close. I ordered a drink for you and we talked. Just casual banter, finding out about each other, our families, where we were from, our likes and dislikes. We had another drink. Your face glowed. You seemed to inch closer to me as you readjusted yourself on the seat. Almost touching me. And then I mentioned that we still needed to go eat. We got up and headed out of the lobby onto the street. The restaurant was just around the corner, a small dimly lit place. The hostess had my reservation, and led us to a small booth near the back. It was somewhat private, out of the mainstream of traffic. The cocktail waitress came by, took our orders with a knowing smile, and left. You removed your coat, and I could see the outline of your figure in the dim light. You had a gorgeous smile. We continued our talk from the hotel bar… telling each other about ourselves. Our drinks arrived, my martini and a Long Island iced tea for you. We sipped, looking across the glasses at each other. I saw interest in your eyes, and I hoped that you saw the same in mine. The waitress took our order, and we continued to talk. The booth we were in had a small table and a long seat that wound around the table, so we were sitting next to each other, but not really next to each other. But I noticed that as we continued to talk and laugh at our stories, that we started to gravitate closer to each other, though the movement was not actually visible. It just seemed to be happening that way. Our food arrived and we began to eat. The meal went slowly, though that was not a bad thing. We would take small portions of our food, then talk, then eat a little more. I was fascinated by the way you would take the food to your mouth, pause, slowly stick your tongue against it for an instant, then slowly open your lips and take the food into your mouth. I don't think that you were aware that I was staring at you doing this. I found it very erotic and stimulating, and could have watched you do that all night. By this time we were on our second round of drinks and through the course of the meal we had ended up sitting right next to each other, our legs just barely touching. The waitress cleared our plates and asked about dessert. We decided to share one of those decadent chocolate things, with ice cream and whipped cream on top. I could feel the warmth of your body next to me, and where our legs touched, it felt like a furnace. I watched the rise and fall of your breasts under your blouse… they looked full and firm, and stretched the buttons on your blouse with every breath. And then my concentration was broken by the arrival of the dessert. It looked almost obscene, laden with the whipped cream. I took a small spoonful and on a whim, offered it to you. You leaned forward slowly, moistening your lips with your tongue. As your mouth neared the spoon, it slowly opened, not very wide, but just wide enough. Your tongue touched at the cream and rolled on it a little, then you took the spoonful into your mouth, encasing it with your lips until it disappeared. I could see your tongue move around the spoon, maybe sensed it more than saw it, and then you opened your mouth and let me withdraw the spoon. The whole time your eyes looked directly down the spoon at me, never wavering. They were gorgeous and so enticing. I could feel a stirring in my groin and a hot flush across my body. You now took a spoonful for me, and I tried my best to at least duplicate what you had done. I think I did it well, for there was a sensuous smile on your face. We alternated feeding ourselves and each other, and we both started to really exaggerate our actions in taking the spoon into our mouths. You seemed to concentrate more on taking the spoon into your mouth to clean it off, whereas I concentrated more on cleaning the spoon slowly with my tongue outside my mouth. Our legs were now pressing hard against each other, and I was definitely aroused. We order some after dinner drinks. I innocently placed my hand on your leg, to see what sort of reaction it would cause. You smiled, and seemed to adjust yourself closer to me. MMmmmmmm I could sense that maybe things were going well. As we talked, I would move my hand a little bit, not in any general direction, but just along the top of your thigh. It felt wonderful through the skirt. You shifted and excused yourself, saying you had to go to the restroom. I watched as you walked away, admiring the movement of your body as you walked across the floor. When you came back, it seemed to me that the buttons on your skirt were opened higher than they had been originally; they seemed to be opened to at least the middle of your thighs. And the smile on your face was delicious. You sat down even closer to me and sort of leaned against my shoulder. You said that you were having a wonderful time, and hoped that the evening would never end. I agreed. I placed my hand back down on your thigh, and started to slowly rub you back and forth. I could feel the skirt open a little with each movement of my hand, confirming that more buttons were now open. I felt you place your hand on top of mine and squeeze it lightly, then slowly direct it towards the open front of your skirt. As my hand reached the opening, you withdrew yours and leaned back on the seat, and more against me. You sighed, and I could sense the relaxing of your body. My hand slipped inside your skirt, and now moved along the smoothness of your leg. I could feel your hose as my hands now caressed your thigh, moving up and down along it lightly. I could sense your legs moving apart slightly. And it was very warm under your skirt. As this was going on, the waitress returned to see how we were doing. With a knowing glance in your direction, I think she knew exactly how things were going. She smiled that sort of knowing smile, somewhere between I know what you are doing and I wish that I were doing it too. I asked her for another round of after-dinner drinks; she said "are you sure you really need them?" I smiled, and told her that we didn't need them, but that we just wanted to have something to sip on while we talked. Again, she gave me that knowing smile, and walked away. She was very pretty, with a firm body, long reddish hair, freckles along the top of her chest…….. but that might be another story. My hand continued to wander along your thigh, reaching the top of your hose. As I moved it around a little more, I could feel the garter strap which held it up. You were full of surprises tonight. Your bare skin was velvety smooth and very warm to my touch. As my hand move higher along your thigh and closer to your womanhood, I noticed that your breathing was becoming a little deeper, with an occasional moan of satisfaction. My hand and fingers continued upward, encountering no resistance, until finally, I noticed a change in the feel of your skin. I had moved off your thigh and was now touching the skin of your lower belly. Could my hands be deceiving me?? You were not wearing any panties. Did you remove them when you went to the restroom, or had you never had any on at all? That was not important now. I moved my hand back down your thigh and proceeded to use my fingers, lightly scratching against your skin as they moved along. I continued with this, slowly moving up and down your thigh. I noticed a little movement from you; you shifted a little in your seat. I felt your hand on my thigh, and you proceeded to lightly rub me; down to my knee and then back up to midway along my thigh, then back down again. The result was almost immediate. I could feel my cock slowly start to swell in my pants with each movement of your hand, until it was rock hard and straining against my pants. I think you sensed that, because you moved your hand so that it brushed against it. You sighed and shuddered, and leaned into me, looking up at me. I looked deeply into your beautiful blue eyes, leaned down and met your lips with mine. Our kiss started with our lips barely touching, very little pressure. I could feel the heat of your body against me. Then we pressed harder into each other, our lips exerting more pressure, and then our lips parted, and our tongues met. We began to slowly explore each other's mouth, our tongues intertwining with each other. The inside of your mouth was wet and hot and delicious. We kissed for what seemed like hours, never coming up for air. Finally we broke apart, both of us out of breath. We looked at each other, and I asked if you would like to leave, to go somewhere else? You said yes, anywhere, please……… We sat back up straight and separated. You looked like you had regained your breath. I motioned for the waitress and asked for our bill. She smiled, and left to get it. When she returned, I noticed that she was very attentive to us, looking us both over, but seeming to linger over you. Was she noticing that your hard nipples were now visible through your tight blouse; did she see the red flush on your face? She smiled at us and told us to enjoy, and to feel free to return whenever we wanted, the sooner the better. She said that her name was Barbara, and to ask for her if we came back. I smiled and told her that I would do just that. We got up from the table and I helped you with your coat. As you put it on, you leaned back into me; I could smell your perfume, feel you in my arms. We walked out into the street and headed back to our hotel. It was about 11 pm. It was a cool, clear night, and the city seemed alive. I held you against me as we walked. We entered the lobby and headed towards the elevators. I asked if you wanted to return to your room or go to mine. I was on the 15th floor, and you were on the 40th. You said that you wanted to go to your room, that the view would be far better. We entered the elevator and were alone as the doors closed. You turned to me and fell into my arms. We kissed deeply and passionately, this time our hands exploring the other's body. I unbuttoned your coat and slipped my hands inside, cupping your breasts and rubbing them. They were firm and full, the nipples hard under my fingers. Your hands went to my pants and rubbed against my still hard cock. I moved my hands down to your waist and then behind you, cupping your ass cheeks. You pressed against me as I put your back against the wall of the elevator, and I lifted you. I could feel your legs come off the ground and then grip around my waist, our kiss not faltering at all. I pressed hard against you so that you could feel the hardness of my cock against your pelvis. And then the bell rang, announcing that we had reached our floor. We once again broke apart, straightened our clothes, and walked to your room, holding each other tightly. You opened your door and we walked in. You had a large room with a king size bed, couch, desk, a couple of chairs and a large window that looked out over the city. The lights in the room were dim, and you had left the radio turned on. The soft music wafted through the room. The door closed behind us and you were immediately in my arms again. Our kiss was even more passionate than before; we held each other very tight, our bodies melting together. We broke apart after what seemed an eternity. We removed our coats and walked over to the window. The view was spectacular. We could see the lights of the entire city below us. The hotel was horseshoe shaped, and we were in the center part. We could see the rooms facing us from the two sides, but they did not really obstruct our view. I took you into my arms again as we stood by the window. The desk was next to and partially in front of the window. We began to kiss again, and this time our hands sought out each other's body. I ran my hands down your shoulders and back to your waist and ass, taking your cheeks in hand and massaging them. Our lips remained locked together, forming a passage for our tongues. My hands moved back to your shoulders and then to the front of your blouse. I began to unbutton it, one at a time, and then let it fall off your arms to the floor. I could see that you were wearing the merry widow you had purchased that afternoon. I saw the full roundness of your breasts straining to be released from it. You, at the same time, returned the favor and had unbuttoned my shirt, kissing my chest as each button opened, until finally, it too fell to the floor. I reached behind you and undid your skirt, letting it fall. I saw that I had not been mistaken in the restaurant; you wore a garter belt with no panties. You reached down and undid my belt, then my zipper, then lowered my pants around my ankles, and I kicked them off. We were still standing in front of the window, with the dim lights behind us, and the thought that somebody might be watching us added that much more excitement to the moment. You lowered my shorts, and I stood naked before you, my hard cock sticking out in front of me, throbbing with anticipation. Without a word, you slowly pushed me to the desk and had me sit on the edge, then put my one foot up on the window sill. You pulled a chair over and sat in front of me, gazing at my cock. I watched as your head slowly moved towards me until I could feel your hot breath on the tip. You placed your hand on my shaft and lifted it, so that your mouth now had free access to the underside of my shaft and my balls. I could feel more than see your tongue snake out of your luscious lips, and then slowly start to lick my balls. The feeling was exquisite. You used just the tip of it, moving around them, one at a time. Then your tongue moved along the bottom of my shaft, from bottom to top and then back again. I leaned back on the desk and a moan escaped from my lips. You continued this wonderful action for many minutes, driving me insane. In one of my brief moments of lucidity, I looked out the window at the lights of the city. What a turn-on; your tongue on my cock, and the whole city below us. I glanced at the wings of the hotel, and saw that we had a small audience. I could see a woman across from us and on the floor above us standing at her window, staring straight at me. I could see a smile on her face as she watched; I waved at her and she waved back, but she did not leave the window. As far as I could tell, she was alone. It was hard to tell what she was wearing, but it looked like a teddy. I told you that we had an audience. You looked up at me as your tongue snaked along my cock to the tip once more, you smiled, and then as you reached the tip, your mouth opened and you slid the head of my cock into your mouth, slowly engulfing it until you had my entire hardness swallowed. The sensation was so intense and sudden that it was all I could do to keep from cumming right then and there. Your mouth was hot and wet, and I could feel your tongue washing my cock as you moved your mouth up and down the shaft. With each stroke you increased your speed, your fingers now playing with my balls and teasing at my asshole. I knew that I was closing in on my orgasm. I glanced up to see if our audience was still there, and she was. She had moved a chair to the window, and was sitting there with her feet spread wide apart, and I could see that she had her hands between her thighs, playing with her pussy. I told you about her, and in one motion you swallowed me completely, deep down your throat. This threw me over the edge and I started to explode, the hot cum that had been boiling in my balls now shooting along my shaft and out against the back of your throat. I could feel you sucking as the cum shot out, milking my cock, draining it. It was all I could do to keep from falling off the desk from the intense orgasm. I thought I would not stop shooting into your mouth. And you continued to suck on me, getting every drop of cum that you could. I lay back on the desk, drained, feeling you licking my cock and balls clean. Chance Meeting As I stood at the desk looking out at all the people standing around talking and working out, I thought back to my morning at work. What a morning it was, two complaints that I had to deal with and one rather silly man trying it on, mind he was nice looking but that is beside the point and of course the boss with her snotty way of looking down her nose at me, how I would love to flatten her nose! The door bell sounded as another person walked in ready for a session of working out, I could see him walking up to the desk, so I turned around to do something on the computer as someone else dealt with him, I was not in the mood for customers. I could sense his eyes burning a hole in the back of my head, the feeling was strange, I looked up and there he was looking straight at me, his dark eyes seemed to look right inside of me, I blushed and he smiled a smile so warm and friendly, WOW I thought what a smile, he paid his money and was gone as quick as he had come, I watched him walk down the corridor to the changing area and into the door and he was gone. I had looked at my watch and it was time for my shift to end and I was ready for a relaxing sauna, I could not wait so I logged off the computer, put my files away and headed off towards the changing rooms, if nothing else I had wonderful perks with the job, a free sauna at any time I needed it and that day believe me I needed it. I was alone, just me, myself and my thoughts, as I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off, the heat from the sauna was so relaxing and I felt the troubles of the day slowly release from my body. As I lay there I heard the door open and someone enter, I could not be bothered to open my eyes I just lay there, in my own little world happy and stress free, “I hope you don't mind,” I shot upright, It was the sound of a male, I could not believe it as this sauna was for females only, I held my towel tight around my body, “This is a female only area sir” I replied, “I know, but I just felt the need to talk to you, I saw you enter and I hope you don't mine? I can leave if you wish.” I looked up at him suddenly realising whom it was, it was the fellow from earlier on with the dark eyes and hair, I felt a fluttering in my stomach and it was not the first time I had felt this feeling, I felt it when he first smiled at me at the desk, I looked deep into his eyes and saw no threat there, I could not believe what I was hearing come out of my mouth but I said it and to this day I still cannot believe it. “No, I don't mind, feel free, I could do with the company." He walked over to me and sat down, I could see his muscles his body so firm and tanned, just a small towel around his waist, I smiled at him and he returned it and with his hand he brushed my hair out of my face, his touch was soft and tender and once again the tingling returned to my stomach and my body ached, for his touch all over. I could not believe the feelings I was experiencing, next thing I knew he was kissing me his tongue probing inside my mouth and in response to that I was returning the kiss, tongues dancing and my hands on his chest, the sweat rolling down his torso, my hands sliding all over while his hands are on my legs. Slowly I lay down with him there right on top of me just our towels separating our bodies. His hands slid down my legs and up over my stomach and then feeling my chest, the towel now on the floor and his was soon to follow, two naked bodies locked in passion his tongue moving down my neck and down between my breasts licking all the way down, I grabbed his hair and rolled him over, my tongue sliding down his body tasting the salt and the sweat from the heat of the room, my hands rubbing his chest as my tongue slid all the way down to his navel, bodies twisting and turning fitting together like two pieces of a jigsaw, his mouth now placed into place, his tongue flicking at my clit, my hands gripping his legs feeling his muscles all tight hmmm, my mouth positioned over his hard throbbing cock. I opened wide and allowed it to enter all the way, deep in side my mouth, I could feel it at the back of my throat, slowly I moved my mouth up and down over his aching swelling cock, I can taste it, smell it and most of all I loved it, the sucking and him finger fucking me, sweat rolling off our bodies, his one hand groping at my tits and the other spread over my wetness, his thumb in my pussy and his finger in my butt, our bodies locked together in total ecstasy. My body started to shake as my juices started to flow, I am Cumming, the pleasure, the total experiences of it all, as I cum he starts to shake, filling my mouth and hitting the back of my throat with his hot cum, I can taste it so salty and yet so sweet all at the same time, I pull away my mouth, cum dripping down off my chin, he turns to me and licks it off and stands me up, pushing my body up against the wall his cock still swollen and wanting more. His hands slide down and take my legs lifting me up off the floor and wrapping my legs around his waist, I feel him enter me, Oh the hardness of him, I can hardly catch my breath as he starts to pump me in and out, his ball crashing against my butt, his hands one on each cheek spreading them wide allowing his cock to thrust deeper into me, filling me completely, my hands gripping on tightly to his back, nails digging in, eyes looking deep into each others. Two hot sweaty bodies fucking, moaning and groaning as once again together we come, Slowly he released his grip on my body and slowly I regain my standing, my legs shaking after the experience and softly he kissed my forehead and once again that tingling feeling enters my stomach, I love my job I thought to my self, such perks I get! Chance Meeting Sara sat alone in the small restaurant/bar of her hotel trying to concentrate on the book she had been reading while waiting for her meal to be served. She was still upset over her friend not keeping his promise. He had made her visit unbearable and rather than argue with him another day she had left and gotten herself a room till her flight out Sunday night. Alone, in a strange city, not knowing how she was going to occupy herself for the next three days. She had picked up some tourist fliers in the hotel lobby that morning and had spent the early part of the day visiting a quilt shop, and various other shops nearby. Sara knew that Jack still had feelings for her but they had discussed that many times in the last couple of years. She had thought they had agreed that all she could ever be to him was his friend. When he invited her down to Dallas for the holiday she made sure that he understood she was only coming as his friend and he had promised her that he would not try to get her to take up a more intimate relationship with him again. Five years ago their friendship was an intimate one for a short time. They had been friends who enjoyed each others company, enjoyed the same kinds of music and best of all Jack was a fantastic cook. Sara's talents did not lie in the cooking area. She was lucky if she could fry an egg without breaking the yolk. They had met five years ago while he was staying in Ohio for a year on a teacher exchange program he participated in. He used to come into the store where she worked everyday to buy his cigars and wines he enjoyed. They had, over time became friends, getting on a first name basis and talking more and more when he came in the store. They had known each other a couple of months when he invited her out for dinner and a movie. Over the next few weeks they went out often to see a movie and a couple of times to a concert when they got tickets. She was pleasantly surprised to find out that he was also a lover of classic rock as she was. They had gotten tickets to an ACDC concert and had the best times of their lives that night. Jack was 52 and she 49, both were divorced, he for 15 years and she for 7. She had asked him how come he had never settled down with anyone after being divorced for so long. He told her that he had dated a few times over the years but just never found anyone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Sara felt the same way, she too had dated a few times since her divorce. The three relationships she had had during that seven years had all ended for various reasons but within all three relationships the biggest reason was because of a lack of intimacy. Sara was very oversexed, she wanted intimacy in her life daily, not on a weekly basis. Nor was she happy with a wham, bamm, thank you mamm type either. She could never be happy nor settle for anything less then a very sexual relationship with her partner. When she and Jack had first become intimate, she was terribly let down. It had been so long for Jack that he just could not maintain an erection. She never said anything to him, telling him it was ok and that she would bet once he was used to being intimate again things would change. She did not want to hurt his feelings in anyway as she really did care for him as a friend. The next few weeks, nothing changed. After the second time they had become intimate Sara knew that Jack would never be the kind of lover she needed. Not even with help from the magic blue pill could he ever be the man she needed. In the back of her mind Sara had a feeling that his ineptitude in that department is the reason his wife left him. She finally told him that she wanted to be his friend but that she could only think of him as a friend and not a lover. At first he was hurt and wouldn't talk to her. For almost three weeks he never came into the store after she had told him they could only be friends. Then one night he came in and asked her to forgive him for being such an asshole and would she come to dinner as his friend. For the next few months until his year was up they shared many meals and just acted like good friends. There were a few times when Sara knew he was hoping he could change her mind but she stopped any ideas he had on that quickly. When he went back home to Dallas they kept in touch by phone and in letters. He had called and invited her to spend Christmas vacation with him. She could tell he was really depressed and needed someone to spend some time with over the holiday. She needed to get away as well, feeling that same little bit of depression as he was not having anyone to spend the holiday's with either. She had to lie to her boss to get the time off telling him that it was a personal family emergency in order to get the time off. Jack called the travel agent near her to arrange for her ticket and she was set to leave two days before Christmas. She had bought him a couple of small gifts, some cigars and six bottles of his favorite wines. She was going to spend ten days with him coming home two days after New years. The first week went great, they caught up on what had been going on in their lives, she got a tour of the school where he taught and met some of his coworkers. They attended a holiday gathering the teachers had every year the last night of school before the holiday, meeting many of his friends. The trouble began two days before New Year's. He had taken her site seeing, she saw where Kennedy was shot, stood on the Grassy Knoll and that night he had taken her to a fancy restaurant instead of cooking in. Sara was not a wine drinker at all, she had never tasted any wine that she liked but he had ordered her a sweet wine that she enjoyed very much. When they returned to his home they sat around watching TV for a bit then Sara excused herself telling him she was going to turn in. She had only been in bed about 30 minutes when he came into her room. She could tell immediately why he was there. He tried to convince her to let him make love to her just once before she returned home. She argued with him for almost an hour brushing off all his advances, until he finally stormed out of her room. Sara laid awake for two hours making sure Jack had finally fallen asleep and was going to leave her alone. She quickly and quietly packed her things then slipped out the back door and left. She found a hotel and got herself a room, then she fell into a troubled sleep. She called Jack early the next morning telling him she was sorry but she had decided to go home early and hoped that they could still remain friends. She put the book down giving up trying to read it right now, she would try again later when she was back in her room. She had just put the book back in her purse when a man came to her table and introduced himself. "Please excuse us for being forward and intruding, but my wife and I would like to invite you to share your meal with us. I'm Pete Thompson and this is my wife Kate," he told her introducing themselves to her. Sara shook his hand and told them her name politely refusing their kind offer. "Please join us Sara, we would enjoy your company and there is no reason why you should sit here alone eating when you could be making some new friends," he told her smiling. "Besides, you would be doing me a favor as I have to leave shortly for a business meeting, you and Kate could keep each other company while your eating." Sara finally accepted and moved over to their table, she could use some friendly company and it would get her mind off of being upset with Jack for ruining their friendship. "So what brings you to Texas Sara," Kate asked her. "I'm on vacation," she didn't lie to them she just omitted to tell them she was there to visit a friend. Just in case they asked she didn't want to try to explain why she wasn't staying with her friend. "Pete had business so I tagged along rather than sit home alone over the holiday's," Kate explained. Over dinner they talked about where they were from, kids, pets, hobbies and so on. As soon as Pete was finished with his meal he excused himself to head to his meeting. He told Sara it had been a pleasure to meet her and thanked her for keeping his wife company while he was gone. Sara guessed Pete to be around 6' 3 or more, he had striking gray eyes, his hair was gray and he was in good shape as well. He was a nice looking man and she guessed them both to be around her age in their early 50's. Kate was about Sara's height so she had to be around 5'6 or so. Her hair was dark brown, cut short, framing her round face. Sara guessed Kate was a little heavier than she as she was built broader while Sara was rounder in body size. Really the only difference between the two women were their clothes. Sara's straight off the rack at K-Mart and Kate's were designer clothes probably made especially for her. They had a couple of drinks with their meal then a couple more while they talked. Kate invited Sara to their suite to have another drink and watch a movie with her. Sara liked both Kate and Pete, they were very friendly and didn't act at all snobby. She had asked Kate how long they had been married and was told that they had just celebrated their 18th anniversary. Kate told Sara that both she and Pete had been married before they met each other. Kate poured them both a drink and switched on the TV when she sat down next to Sara on the couch. Kate looked a little embarrassed when they glanced at the TV to see two couples naked, making love on a huge bed. "Oops, I'm sorry I forgot the tape was still in the player." "No problem, I'm not offended so don't think anything about it," Sara told her. "So you've seen a few of these yourself then I take it," Kate said winking at her. "I've seen my fair share, you bet," Sara told her smiling. "Sara, can I ask you a personal question?" "Sure, ask away." "You looked sad when we saw you downstairs, is anything wrong? I don't mean to be so forward and if it's none of my business I will understand completely." "I am on vacation but I had come down to visit with an old friend. We were lovers for a short time five years ago, but we parted as friends. He invited me down for the holiday's as an old friend, but yesterday he tried to get me to become intimate with him again after he promised there would be no mention of sex between us if I came for a visit." "No wonder you looked so sad. What made you two end it, were you not compatible?" "Not really, we enjoyed each others company, enjoyed the same music, movies and he was a fantastic cook, which I'm not. We just were not suited sexually." Kate stood up to make them another drink. "So he wasn't a good lover then I take it?" "No. He could not give me what I needed and to be honest he was just a terrible lover period. He couldn't last and just had no idea about pleasing a woman. I'm pretty sure that is the reason his wife had left him fifteen years before," Sara told her. "So are you in a relationship now Sara?" "No." Sara glanced at the TV and saw that now there were just two women making love to each other on the screen. "Have you ever been with another woman Sara or in a threesome?" "Nope." "You don't know what your missing till you've tried it, it can be very pleasing for all and so sexy." "You've done that then?" "Yes, many times and it's very pleasant." "You mean when you were younger? I guess maybe if years ago I had the chance I might have done so as well." "Age has nothing to do with enjoying that kind of pleasure Sara. Many people our ages still enjoy that kind of intimacy with others. I'll tell you a secret, the real reason I'm on this trip with Pete is because we were supposed to have been spending the weekend with a woman who backed out at the last moment." "No kidding? You two are really here to have sex with another woman?" "Yes, but Pete did have business to attend to as well. We had so looked forward to having another play with us, as it has been a long time since the last time we played with someone else." "In fact Sara, when we saw you sitting there alone and looking sad we had both mentioned that it was too bad that you were not the one we had come to meet." "Your kidding right? I'm flattered, really I am but I don't think, at this late stage in life I would ever have the nerve to do something like that." "Why not? If you thought about it when you were younger why should you feel different now?" "I don't know. For one thing I'm basically very shy when first starting out in a relationship, let alone trying a first time experience with a couple. I'm not sure I would be comfortable with it, let alone have the nerve to even try." "I don't know Sara, you don't seem the type who would not enjoy it once you became used to it. Your very upfront, I'm saying that because you admitted your real reason for being here. Secondly, you also admitted you would have done it had you had the opportunity when you were younger. As I said, age has nothing to do with consenting adults doing what is pleasant to them. I would bet that once you started you would want to continue and would enjoy yourself." "I can't say if that would be true or not as not ever having done it, or had the opportunity to experience it, I can't say I would have or not in all honesty. Knowing how I felt then and my desires now I would guess that I probably would have." " I get really turned on by pleasing another woman and by watching Pete fuck and eat another woman's pussy as well. I've always been bisexual but I'm more bi then straight, which is why I enjoy watching my husband with another woman, as long as I get equal time with her as well. To be honest Sara I would rather please a woman than I would to be fucked by a man." Kate had gotten up again to refresh their drinks. Sara was going to tell her not to pour her another as she was already ten sheets to the wind as it was, but before she could Kate was back with fresh drinks. When she sat down again she sat closer to Sara so that their knees were almost touching as they faced each other on the couch. "Sara I would love to be your first as would my husband. Pete finds you very attractive and told me so when we were talking about you in the lounge." Kate leaned closer to Sara, their knees now touching. "Sara why don't you let me show how aroused and pleased I can make you? I promise Sara the moment you don't like what's happening or you feel uncomfortable I will stop and that will be the end of it. I'll not pressure you but I have a feeling you will love it." Sara had to admit the thought of it was exciting to her and she could already feel the wetness forming within her. She didn't know if she would be able to go through with it or not no matter how exciting it sounded to her. Sara didn't know what to say, she did so much want to say yes, but just stared at Kate not being able to say yes or no. "Just relax Sara, I will go very slowly and you just have to tell me to stop the moment your not comfortable and I will stop immediately." Sara didn't say anything but watched in excited fascination as Kate leaned closer to her until her lips touched hers in a slow kiss. Sara knew she was stiff as a board at the first touch of Kate's lips on hers, but then she realized that she was kissing Kate back without thinking about it. The kiss was turning Sara on, not because it was a great kiss, but because it was being given by someone of her own sex that made it all the more exciting to her. Kissing Kate was no different from kissing a man but still there was the added excitement because it was another woman kissing her. Kate slipped her tongue into Sara's mouth as their tongues twisted and mated in their mouths. Kate lifted her hand to Sara's breast and cupped it gently. Sara pressed forward at her touch making Kate excited. Kate undid the first two buttons on Sara's blouse, slipping her hand inside. Her fingers found Sara's nipple through the lace of her bra and rubbed it gently. Sara's nipple became firm under the touch of Kate's gentle fingers. Kate slipped her hand under Sara's bra lifting it away from her full breasts. Sara's huge breasts spilled out filling Kate's waiting hand. Kate was feeling the wetness forming in her lacy panties with each touch of her fingers on Sara's nipples. Kate tore her mouth away from Sara's lips, hungry to take a nipple in her mouth. She latched onto her right nipple, sucking it gently into her mouth letting her tongue roll around it's firmness, then gently sucking it. Sara sucked in her breath as Kate suckled at her nipple. She didn't even realize that she had arched her breast forward more fully into Kate's eager mouth until she reached for her head to press her more deeply into her breast. Sara was watching Kate's mouth suck at her nipple and felt her arousal growing more as she watched this stranger sucking at her tit. Kate bit her nipple gently before moving on to her other nipple making Sara moan in her pleasure. Kate pressed Sara back into the cushions of the huge soft couch till she was almost laying flat on her back. Kate didn't want to scare Sara with her eagerness to please her so she tried to cool her own arousal and slow down. "Does that feel good Sara? Do you like that when I suck on your nipples?" "Fuck yes Kate, it feels wonderful. I love my nipples sucked like that." Kate slid her right hand slowly down over Sara's round belly until her hand was resting at Sara's crotch. She pressed the palm of her hand firmly into her crotch, feeling the wetness there through the material of her slacks. She moaned when Sara lifted her crotch up towards Kate's seeking hand. Kate couldn't wait any longer to feel Sara's wet pussy. Just the thought of touching her pussy made Kate have a small orgasm. She slipped her hand inside the waistband of Sara's slacks finding a smoothly shaven pussy at her fingertips. Now Kate was soaking her panties knowing she would soon be tasting that smooth pussy. Her finger found her slit and slipped inside to finger fuck her slowly. She shoved her finger deep inside Sara with each thrust. Christ, she had to bury her face in there soon or she was sure she was going to die from want and need. Kate found her clit already hard and extended with her arousal and rubbed it slowly in a circular motion. She loved hearing the little moans and sighs Sara was making as Kate played with her clit. "You like that don't you Sara? Do you like how my finger rubs that sweet clit of yours?" "Yes Kate, it feels wonderful," this said in a breathless voice. Sara was on fire and she knew she wanted to feel Kate's mouth at her pussy soon. "Oh shit Kate please eat my pussy, I'm on fire, I want to feel your mouth on me." Kate didn't have to be asked twice, she pulled Sara's slacks off then pulled her leg over the side of the couch so she could have easy access to her pussy. She buried her face deep inside licking at the sides of her pussy walls as she took her first taste of Sara. She tongue fucked her pussy, licking and sucking her clit, rubbing her tongue hard over her hard little nub before finally wrapping her mouth around her clit sucking it madly. Sara was squirming all over the couch as Kate sucked her clit. She felt Kate slip her finger inside her pussy, finger fucking her while she sucked on her clit. "Oh god yes! Oh fuck that feels fucking wonderful! Don't stop Kate, oh my god don't stop, I'm going to cum!" Kate sucked Sara's clit harder pressing her tongue hard on her clit now and then. Sara came a few moments later filling Kate's mouth with her sweet nectar. Kate didn't give Sara any time to come down from her climax. She stood up quickly pulling Sara up with her. She pulled her behind her hurrying her into the huge bedroom with the king size bed. Chance Meeting Sara's slacks were laying in a crumpled heap on the floor by the couch, her blouse was open with her bra pulled up above her tits when Kate pushed her down onto the bed. Kate pulled her legs apart as she knelt down between her legs burying her face back into her pussy. Kate was on her knees on the floor beside the bed with her face shoved deeply into Sara's wet pussy. She licked and sucked at Sara's pussy, driving her nuts. She sucked her clit hard into her mouth and sucked it hard, looking up at Sara who was now leaning on her elbows watching Kate eat her pussy. Sara was rubbing her nipples while she watched Kate eating her pussy. This was fantastic, she was more turned on then she had thought she might be and Kate was very talented at eating pussy. Sara was close to coming again and fell back down onto the mattress tugging and pulling at her nipples while Kate sucked on her clit. Kate knew Sara was ready to cum again but she didn't want her to quite yet. She got up and laid down on the bed beside Sara. She leaned down and kissed her deeply, her tongue demanding surrender of Sara's tongue to her own. She broke the kiss and let her mouth wrap around a nipple sucking it hard. " Oh Sara, you taste wonderful, I could suck your nipples and eat your pussy for hours," She slipped her finger back into Sara's wet snatch, fingering her pussy slowly and with deliberation. "You will love being fucked by Pete Sara. Not only does he have a good size cock to fuck with, but he stays hard even after he comes. He can come five or six times a night and loves to fuck." Kate kept fingering Sara's pussy and now moved onto rubbing her clit slowly in slow gentle circles. "I'm dying for him to fill your pussy with his cum, he has huge loads and he tastes fantastic. I can't wait to eat his cum from your pussy Sara. It turns me on to think of you as our personal slut. Do you mind that Sara? It's just a form of role play but something I enjoy." "I don't mind Kate," Sara told her breathlessly. She was going to cum with this slow gentle clit fucking she was getting from Kate's finger. Sara didn't see Pete standing in the bedroom doorway. He had been watching his wife and Sara for the past ten minutes. He had taken his cock out of his pants and had been stroking it slowly watching his wife playing with Sara. He knew that Kate had seen him but she hadn't let on to Sara that he was there. He could hardly wait to sink his cock into her pussy. He was sure she was going to be able to take all of him and he was looking forward to that. He had always been attracted to the larger, more fuller figured women. He realized years ago when he was still in his teens that the reason larger women were sexy to him was also because they were more able to handle his rather huge cock. He had tried to screw a slim gal once and it was miserable for the both of them. Pete's cock was a good nine and a half inches long, but it was also thick. He had gotten used to the looks on women's faces when they first saw it years ago when he was single. Some had even backed off saying no way in hell was he going to get that near or in them. His first wife had hated him touching her. She had married him for his money and that was it. She tried for the first couple of years to pretend that she enjoyed making love with him, but he knew soon into their marriage what the real score was. He eventually divorced her after just three years of marriage. She got a rather nice sum of money from him to get out of his life. When he had started dating Kate and it looked like they would get married she was honest with him telling him that he could fuck any woman or as many women as he wanted as long as she could play with them as well. She told him she preferred to play with women over men, he had liked her honesty from the start. Not to mention that she was giving him free reign to fuck other women as well. He moved slowly into the bedroom watching and listening to his wife as she played with Sara's pussy while telling her how much she wanted to watch him fuck her. "I want you to be our slut Sara, a sex toy for our pleasure. I want to think of you as a slut who will give her body to the two of us, to use as much and as often as we like. Your the slut I've picked up for my husband to fuck while I watch him. Your the slut who's going to let him fill your pussy with his cum so that I can eat it from your pussy each time he fucks you. Will you be our slut for the entire night Sara and let us use your body for our pleasure?" "I think you already know the answer to that, but yes I will." "Good, now get ready to get the best fucking of your life," she looked up drawing Sara's eye's in the direction she was looking to see Pete standing there, naked and fully aroused. "Holy shit!" Sara couldn't help her outburst when she first saw Pete standing there with his huge fucking cock. He had smiled at her when she said that as he sat down beside her on the bed. "It's ok Sara, every woman I've ever been with has said more or less the same thing. Pete leaned down towards her kissing her softly. He had intended on kissing her slowly but the kiss deepened quickly. She loved to kiss he knew that instantly and it was a turn on for both of them as he did as well. He loved long, wet, tongue swapping kisses. Kate was still fingering her clit slowly while Pete was kissing her. His hand slipped to her breast to roll her nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger. He couldn't resist sucking that nipple as he had watched his wife do earlier. Christ! Between the both of them Sara was going to cum again. She felt her body tighten as the waves of pleasure rushed over her while Kate fingered her clit as her husband sucked at her nipple. She came quickly. Pete got between her legs lifting them high in the air to his shoulders. He eased his cock slowly in her slit, rubbing the head of it against her swollen clit. He loved to feel a good hard clit rubbing the head of his cock before he fucked her pussy the first time. He eased his cock slowly inside her wet pussy, letting it stretch to fit his size. He went a little deeper with each slow stroke, and knew when he was halfway inside Sara that she was going to be able to take all of him and that made his cock harder. Sara had never had a man as large as him inside her and she had to admit she was loving it. Each stroke was taking her breath away but christ it felt wonderful! He fucked her slowly for about five minutes before picking up the pace a bit. Pete pressed harder into the recess of her pussy with each stroke of his cock. He was thrilled that he was all the way in her, and loved watching his cock disappear inside her pussy. His pace quickened, eager to fill her pussy with each stroke of his cock. "Mmmm Sara, your such a nasty slut, enjoying my husbands cock in your pussy. I love watching him bury it deep inside you and how it glistens with your cream as he pulls back. Makes my mouth water knowing that I'll be eating his cum from your pussy fairly soon." " Harder Pete, fuck her harder, slam your cock into her pussy!" Pete rammed his cock in fast and hard, burying it to the hilt in her pussy. He loved feeling his balls slapping against her ass with each deep thrust of his cock. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman who could take his cock fast and hard and he was not going to disappoint her. Kate leaned down to Sara's breast and took her nipple in her mouth sucking hard, nursing her nipple like a babe at her mother's breast. She felt Sara's hand at her head urging her nipple deeper into her mouth. Sara was breathing hard and moaning in her pleasure of the fucking her husband was giving her while Kate nursed at her breast. Pete spread her legs wide apart watching his cock ramming into her pussy with each stroke. Kate slipped her hand down between Sara's legs getting her finger on her clit and rubbing it hard while her husbands cock was doing a great job of fucking her pussy. Pete came hard, filling Sara's pussy to overflowing with his huge load of cum. When he glanced at his wife as he spilled the last bit of his seed into Sara's pussy he could see the hunger in her eyes. As soon as he had pulled out of Sara's pussy, Kate had buried her face in it licking and lapping at the mixture of their cum now oozing out of Sara's filled pussy. After all these years Pete knew the signs from his wife. He knew that right now she was having one orgasm after another as she ate his cum from Sara's pussy. It struck him as kind of funny that Kate was the only one of the three of them who was still fully dressed. Five minutes later Pete had Sara on her hands and knees and was fucking her doggy style. He loved fucking a woman this way and when Kate was talking nasty to Sara, she had admitted she loved to be fucked like this best. Pete was stroking his cock slow and hard in Sara's pussy. Kate had moved underneath Sara, laying on her back so she could suck and lick at her hanging tits while he was fucking her. He felt his wife's hand touching his cock as he slid it in and out of Sara's pussy. She would get her finger on Sara's clit and rub it while he was fucking her then she would run her fingers around his cock as he pressed in and out of her pussy. Sara was in heaven, she had never had this much pleasure given to her in all 52 of her years. Kate had moved more fully under her and she could feel her tongue now and then on her pussy lips as she was licking the cum from them as Pete fucked her. " Fill her up baby, shoot your load in her honey, I'm starving for it baby. That's right baby shoot that jizz in her hard." Pete shot another full load into Sara's pussy, his cock still hard even after shooting his wad. This time he didn't take his cock from her but kept stroking her pussy slowly with his cock while his wife ate at her pussy and his cock, making sure she was getting as much of their cum as possible. For the rest of the night Pete and his wife pleasured Sara. Kate had finally gotten undressed so she could put on her strap on so she could take her turn at fucking Sara while Pete watched and played with Sara as well. By dawn they were all exhausted and had fallen asleep together in the big bed. Three pairs of legs and arms all entwined together as they fell into a contented slumber. In the morning they all took a shower together then played some more for the next couple of hours before Sara said she had to get back to her room. They met later for lunch, spent the day together site seeing then spent the rest of the night playing as they had the night before. For the three days that Sara was there all her time was spent with Kate and Pete. Before she left they had exchanged phone numbers. Pete said they would like to spend another weekend with her very soon and would call to make arrangements. For the next six months, twice a month, Pete and Kate would come to Ohio to spend the weekend with Sara. Twice Kate had come a couple of days in advance of Pete so she could have what she called private time with their slut. She had just gotten off the phone with Pete who had called to see about meeting her the following weekend. He told her that he and Kate had something to tell her but would keep it as a surprise until they met. The following weekend they took her out to dinner then after getting back to their hotel suite they sprung their surprise on her. They wanted to know how she felt about moving to Vermont and living with them as their guest. They told her that they had a guest house that would be Sara's and that she would have everything she needed provided for her, even a car to use. Sara just looked at them in shock while they were going on and on about this idea of theirs. They actually wanted her to come live with them so that they could have more time to all be together. When she didn't say anything Pete suggested that she come visit them next weekend to see if the idea would appeal to her or not. He told her he would arrange a flight for her and would she be able to take a whole week off to give it a weeks try at least. "I can't Pete, they will never give me a whole week off with this short notice." "Tell them you have a family emergency, and that you are taking a FMLA leave, they can't refuse you by law Sara." "Pete it sounds wonderful but it's not just that, I can't afford to take a whole week of work off." "Sara I'll pay you your regular weeks wages if that's what's holding you back. I would never expect you to just drop everything like this on this short of notice. Now don't say no, I insist that I do, we want you to come Sara." "Sara please say you'll come, Pete and I would love to have you stay with us. We promise you won't disappointed and hopefully we can convince you to move to Vermont," Kate pleaded with her. "Ok, I'll make something up next week to get the time off and call you when I know for sure."...........to be continued......... Chance Meeting at Fire Lake As I turn unto the unpaved road leading to my lakeside retreat, I roll off the throttle of my Harley, thundering down to a slow ba-boom-ba-boom and cruising easy into the area by my well tucked away cabin. The air is fresh and I can hear wildlife in the midst. The busy life I endured this week in the city was behind me for a few days and I pull the clutch and brake levers and my dusty black harness boot moves the kickstand to the earth. Swinging my leg over the rear fender, I take in a deep breath and smile, closing my eyes and taking in the solitude. Time for some r and r! I shut off the hot engine and move to unpack the bike. A small bag of clothes, some food and a few bottles of red wine, all I need for a few days out of the madness and into peace and enjoyment. I lock the wheel up and walk over the stones to the cabin's door. I unpack and grab my guitar that is resting at the arm of an old wooden rocking chair. I take some cigarettes, a bottle of wine and the well aged guitar and move out the back patio to the rocks by the lake. I find a nice, big flat rock, light a smoke and uncork, taking a swallow over my wind dried lips and refreshing my tongue. Another drag, another drink and I set the bottle down beside me and lift my hands to the strings. Playing out what has been inside me, but was unable to find words for I lose myself to the music and the scenery. I let loose for a while and close the song as I crush out the cigarette on a rock and reach for my wine again. As I tilt the bottle back I damn near choke as I see down the shore a little ways a gorgeous, woman smiling at me with hair red like fire! Fuck, I thought I was totally alone here! Damn, now I might have to wear clothes all weekend outside! There goes my privacy. She calls over to me, "Don't stop now, I was really enjoying your music!" She smiles at me and the reflection of the sun from the water lights her face like an angel. Hell, maybe she is! I never see anyone else out here. I smile back and nod and start another piece. She watches me, wading her feet in the cool water, resting back on her hands and leaning her head back, face to the sky. What a vision! She is stunning! She has a soft tone to her skin, faded, cut off jeans, a light summer top off her shoulders and red hair dancing in the air like the tips of a warm fire, flowing down her back, and brushing softly at the rock where she is resting. As I play, she smiles to me and plays with her hair. I smile back and we start giggling like children. She motions for me to come over and I set down my old guitar, grab up the bottle of wine, and make my way down the rocks and sand to the boulder where she sits. "I'm Luke." "Hi! I hope you don't mind me being out here. I was on a long drive one day and found this place. I come out here to get away from the crazy, restrictive life of town. I have seen you out here some times, but have been reluctant to let you know I was here. I had to check you out and make sure you weren't some crazed axe murderer or something! I also didn't want you to ask me to leave, I love it out here and sneak out here and camp. I hope you don't mind." "Not at all. You don't have to worry about much here, this is my Shangri-La, and you are more than welcome anytime you want." "Mind if I have a little of that wine? It's hot out today." "Sure, don't worry, I have more back at the cabin." As she tilts back the shiny, dark vessel, I wonder where she came from other than my dreams. I must have done something right sometime in my life! Her I am at my hideaway and I've had the woman of my wildest dreams sneaking out here right under the radar! Almost too good to believe! "Aaaaaaaaahh, you are definitely going to have to open some more of this!" "I have more back at the cabin, you can come if you want." "I'd love to!" I extend my hand to help her up, we gather our things, I pick up my old guitar and we walk together up the path to the porch. As we walk, she says, "I see you out here sunbathing and swimming naked a lot, do I have the same freedoms?" "Sure, if you want. It stays pretty private out here, which is why I got this property. Be my guest." I try to hide my enthusiasm, but she catches me smiling like a kid on Christmas. "You really don't mind?" she asks giggling. "No worries, be my guest!" We reach the porch, I set my guitar against the arm of the weathered wooden rocking chair, and grab the brass handle of the oversized, handmade wooden doors. The place opens up and light falls inside the doorway and windows. It smells like leather, wood, old books, and metal. "Come on in!" I tell her, smiling a little boyishly over my shoulder. I welcome her inside and she lays her things on the table in the entryway. "How about more of that wine?" she asks. I open the deer hide curtain to the pantry and pull out another bottle and uncork it with a pop, fetch two Mexican glass goblets, and pour us a round. We sit on the chaise lounge and talk, sipping wine and getting comfortable with each other. We share stories of life in town and how good it feels to sneak away from it all. I tell her that I wouldn't mind if she used the cabin when she came up, just to lock up when she left. "If you want there is always a little food and wine in the pantry, books in the shelves, candles and lamps and if you need, the clawfoot tub by the back porch has hot and cold running." "God, that sounds great about now! I've been camping here the past few days and bathing in the lake. A hot bath would feel so good." "I can draw you a bath now, if you want." She thanks me and lets me know she would really appreciate it so I start the water and pour in some scented oils and light the candles and lamps in the back half of the house. She goes over to the stereo and picks out some soft music. I'm glad she is feeling comfortable here enough to do this without asking. As her tub is filling, I let her know that it's usually just me here, so there aren't any curtains or doors to the bath, but I can go outside if she would be more comfortable. "Actually, I was hoping you would help me get my back and shoulders! Is that okay?" she asks while smiling coyly and biting her lip. I'm speechless for a second, but nod and smile warmly. I turn the water faucets off and stir the water with a long silver paddle, mixing through the oils and bubbles. As I turn to set the paddle back on its hook, she is on the chaise lounge, now completely nude. She is incredible and I stop breathing a moment from the shock of all of this. Her body is amazing. Deep red hair falling down over her shoulders and cascading softly onto her soft, fair skin. Her breasts are supple with the kind of nipples that have always caught my attention. I admire her lean body and tender curves going down from her fiery hair down her defined ribs and hips, down further over her long, feminine legs, and to her soft feet and painted nails. She parts her legs to stand and I catch a glimpse of her beautiful womanhood, with moist, pink lips budding from the same red hair I was caught by in the sun moments ago. I stand, gazing at her beauty and she rises up and crosses the room towards me. Her long, thin fingers touch my chest and she looks me in the eye and says, "Maybe you should get undressed too, Luke." Her voice is with a more direct and deep tone and I follow suit, pulling off my dusty boots and sliding out of my faded jeans, setting them on the chair. She steps into the tub and washes water and suds over her body with her hands. The candle light and lanterns light her body and accentuate every curve and muscle. She motions for me and I approach the bath, standing nude before her in the steam. I listen to the trickling of the water as she washes over her beautiful body. I stand in the steam and gaze at the wonderful woman who came from my dreams, there naked before me, bathing in a warm scented tub I usually only see when I'm here alone. She is a blessing to my lakeside getaway and I think of how surreal this all is. Her head turns to me and she extends her hand from the water and places it on my leg, water dripping down my thigh from her touch. She pets the inside of my thigh and hums a lovely tone while she explores my skin. With this, I am growing erect and my cock is rising in the steam and halos of candlelight. She moves her caresses up my thigh and strokes my balls, teasing me until my breathing becomes audible. She turns to her side and reaches with her other hand to the head of my now pulsing cock. Teasing the tip, she uses first only her fingers, then envelopes my shaft in her wet grip. I grab the edge of the tub's rim and move closer. She strokes me slowly and breathes cool air at my manhood. I reach down and comb my fingers through her hair and she looks up at me, licking her teeth and smiling like a huntress. Fuck, she is driving me wild! I place a warm hand on her shoulder and she takes me into her kiss. Closing my eyes, I see what I must look like in her mouth as she works my genitals with her very soft, warm, and talented tongue and her lips' embrace. She pulls me deeper into her kiss by grasping my buttocks with her hands. I open my eyes and look down at her while she takes me with passion and gentle control. I want to take every inch of her and think it may be time for her to come up out of the water before it cools too much. Time to dry her off and take her to the comforts of my king-sized brass bed and warm, full fur blankets and pillows. I want to explore her every inch and savor her completely. I give her my hand and she rises up from the water meeting my gaze and stepping out onto the rug, our bodies now pressed together. I reach to a brass stand at the side of the tub and retrieve an oversized towel to dry her off. I move behind her and pat dry her glowing skin. I move up and down her incredible body and softly caress her entirely with the billowy fabric. I take her hand, kiss her softly on the neck, and lead her to the bed. I lift her up, my arm under her soft, long legs and look into her sparkling eyes. I smile to her and lay her gently on the fur throw that covers the bed. The sight of her there in the lamplight holds me captive and I pause a minute to marvel at her lean, but perfectly curved body. I sit beside her and gently trace her form with my fingertips. She speaks to me in breaths as I touch her. I lower my chest onto her, brushing her nipples with my skin. My hand rests on her shoulder and we move into one another with a passionate kiss that seems to last hours. As we slowly part from our lips' embrace, I gaze into her angelic face and am alight inside from the warmth of her priceless smile. She moves her fingernails up my sides and I follow her lead to move up against her closer to the head of the bed, onto a large mound of pillows. The Textures of the pillows vary from fur, to leather, to velvet, and the sensations of all the different textures under our skin adds to the experience. I lower myself to her body and move between her legs, sliding up her inner thighs with the muscles of my stomach. I kiss my way up the petal soft skin of her stomach and soon my face finds its way between her supple breasts. I take them each in my hands and enjoy their fullness and the soft feel of her flesh. I brush my lips over her flesh and slowly tease her now erect nipples with warm, wet kisses, rolling them between my fingertips and exchanging them in my mouth. I feel her nails at my back and her feet lock around my ankles, drawing me to approach her sex with mine. I move my body up and kiss her neck deeply. My cock pulses against her thigh and soon I feel the tip grazing something very hot and moist. I feel the parting of her wet, pink lips and she paints the swollen head of my cock with her juices. She reaches down with her hand and wraps her slim fingers around my pulsing shaft, guiding me inside of her. We breathe audibly, talking to each other in whispers, and I feel her envelope me inside her sweet sex as I feel our bodies intertwine. "Push..." she whispers at my neck. I move into her and feel her breath shudder warmly at my neck. She runs her fingernails down my back and claws her grip into the sides of my buttocks. I take her tiny earlobe between my lips and suckle it as she writhes beneath me. With the second stroke, I am covered in her wetness, as I slid my cock through her deep on the first slow stroke. I buck my hips gently and then push inside her deeper, then slowly grinding my pelvis at her clit. She claws her nails deeper into my flesh and I thrust harder inside her and nibble her earlobe animalisticly, tugging on it with my incisors. I hold her at the base of her ribcage with my hands and get into a moderate rhythm in my stroking, twisting my hips a little at the end of every thrust, working her erect clit at the base of my cock. Her back arches beneath me and I hold the small of her sweat painted back in my right hand, and rest my weight on my left beneath her armpit. I love the feel of her hot sex around me as I'm inside her. So wet and pulsing, and she displays perfect muscle control inside her. As I pull out almost all the way, she smacks my ass hard and shakes her head, "NO!" I smile down to her devilishly and deepen my thrusts and step up the tempo. She closes her penetrating eyes and breathes to me in song as I fuck her harder. I want to get inside her deeper still, so I decide we should change positions. I turn her onto her side and straddle her leg, lifting her raised calf above my shoulder. I'm absolutely wild about her beautiful, long legs and am quite impressed both by their perfect form and the suppleness of her skin. I pet her leg as I have it extended up my chest, and lean my hips into her, pushing my cock deep inside her so far that I can play with the tip at her cervix. I rub into all of her deepest erogenous zones, exploring her deep inside and straddling her clit firmly, bucking on it as I fuck her at full thrust. A wet pool of sweat is developing in her cleavage and I work the palm of my hand between her full breasts, oiling her tits with her own sweat. She looks up at me and bites her lip and I bite mine back as I fuck her with hard strokes, now squeezing her perfect ass hard in the grip of my right hand. She rolls her pupils back into her head and her moaning gets short, loud and quick. I keep the length and pace of my strokes inside her and massage her ass and breasts with both hands as she presses her clit hard into me and grinds. Soon, her moaning is silenced for a second and I feel her tighten around my throbbing cock. A warm flood of her cum flows over me, down my swollen shaft and over my balls, and I begin to slide atop her inner thigh. She relaxes her legs and sighs deeply. I lean down and kiss her neck and hold her face in my hands. She turns her lips to me and we kiss deeply and passionately. She pulls her lips back and looks into my eyes with ferocity. "You haven't cum yet. Take me. Fuck me hard. Take me and use me. Fuck me like a porn star. Use me in any way that gets you off!! Take me now! I want your cum! Get dirty!" Well! The ante has just been raised! I will gladly see her bet! I pucker my lips and smile. In a quick takeover, I roll her over to her onto all fours and instruct her to raise her pretty ass up to me. I run my fingertips hard down her wet back and meet my two hands together between her shoulder blades. I push down with my arms and her shoulders touch the mattress. I stroke my cock, working all of the blood up in my shaft until I am completely engorged and swollen. I insert my fingers into her pussy and part her dripping lips, exposing her wet, pink inside to me. I hold my throbbing cock firmly at its base and thrust into her, balls deep. Her ass is perfectly presented up to me and I show my appreciation by gripping her hips hard and pulling her onto my cock and giving her long, fast, full strokes. She moans into the pillow and bites onto the warm leather as I fuck her hard and deep. My stomach is flexed and covered with sweat and steam as I give her a good hard probing. Smack!! I surprise her with a large, pink handprint branded on the side of her ass. I rub the skin, working the awakened nerves through her cheeks. SMACK!! I match the print to the other cheek and rub them both, moving her ass tightly together, then parting it with my hands. She moans and meets my thrusts with her pussy as I fuck her with primal force. I am absolutely SLAMMING my balls at her clit as I am fucking her and I feel them tighten and get a cold sweat forming under my eyes. I know I am about to cum and want her to wear my cum on her skin like pearls melting on her body. I ride her pussy so deep and hard that she almost screams. I reach beneath her and massage her full tits as I move her body, and the whole bed, with the force of my thrusts. I feel the inside of my shaft pulsing with electricity and pull out of her hot, well ridden pussy. Moving up beside her, I roll her onto her back and pump my cock at her tits as she opens her mouth and gazes wantingly at the swollen head of my dick. I straddle her ribs and my cock erupts over her full tits, onto her soft neck, and then I rub it in her cleavage as I milk out every last drop from inside if my balls. Her scarlet tresses fall around her face, wet with sweat, and move over her shoulders and the pillow her head is rested upon, as I notice a wet bite mark at the corner still in the leather. She coos to me and blows cool air at my stomach through her puckered lips and I spread my juices over her breasts with my hands, basting them with my juices. I gaze down to her and she strokes my shaft with her fingertips. "Could I have some more wine?" I kiss her forehead and stroke her shoulder, then rise onto my feet from the bed, crossing the rug to go fetch us a fresh bottle and some glasses. As I rise on to my feet from the bed, I walk (slightly shaking after all of the activity) and go through the lamplit kitchen to the pantry to uncork another bottle of wine. I gaze out the window and am surprised by a man looking inside back at me. "Holy fuck!" I say in surprise. "What's wrong? Is everything okay?" she calls from the pillows. "There's a fucking guy spying in my windows!" "Don't chase him off!" "Why not?" "Because that's my husband!" "What?" "Yes, he's been watching the whole time." "Are you in trouble now?" "Actually, no! You see, we come up here together and we talked about how much I would love to have you as he watched unnoticed. We put it off several times as we were making sure it was safe and you weren't some kind of serial axe murderer or something. After watching you from our hidden camps, we talked it out and decided that it was time. He tucked himself into a nice vantage point and I went out to the shore while you were playing, because I realized that's when you always seem to dream of love. I can tell by the look in your eyes when you play. He has been carefully following us here, watching the whole time, careful not to be seen or heard, like a phantom." "Wow!! How am I sure that you aren't serial axe murderers?" I say smiling. She replies, "How many axe murderers have you slept with lately?" We laugh and I ask her if I can invite him inside for some wine. She smiles and nods, pulling the blankets around her and giggling and I move to the door to go let him in. "Hello! I'm Luke. Come on in and I'll get an extra glass." He smiles and moves from his hiding spot into the clearing and brushes himself off as he approaches the doorway. We smile and I extend my hand, and we shake as he introduces himself. I open the door for him and we enter the cabin and move to the bedroom where she is waiting for us, smiling. I pour the wine and we sit together, the three of us on the bed and talk, getting to know eachother. Chance Meeting at Fire Lake Sitting together close, we drink, laugh and talk. I notice that the bottle is near empty and offer to get another. "May as well get a couple and we can get cozy for a while." she coos. I cross the room and go to the pantry and hear whispering behind me coupled with giggling. I smile and turn with a few bottles, returning to the big, fur covered bed and my wonderful guests, wondering what they have up their sleeves. I open another and pour our chalices full and then cozy up to her side, opposite from him. As we converse, she starts to stroke our legs with her fingertips, biting her lip. I instantly get erect with this and feel things are about to get hot again. She moves to him and kisses his neck, unbuttoning his shirt, then his fly, freeing his swollen cock as she takes it in her hand. She sets her glass on the nightstand and lays him back on the bed, sliding off his clothing and dropping them to the rug. As she does, her tits fall onto his body and her beautiful bottom is raised, teasing me. I caress her hips with the tips of my fingers and she moves down his body, bringing her ass towards me. I hear the wet sounds of her taking his cock in her mouth and working it with skill and talent. Her waist narrows as she arches her back, bringing out her incredible curves. She's stunning!! I move my caress to the inside of her thighs and soon I am tracing the wetness of her parted lips, then sliding my fingers inside her as she meets my probing with the motion of her hips. Taking her man's cock in her hands and stroking it faster, she turns over her shoulder and asks me to mount her, to enter her and take her as I wish. I move onto my knees and approach her open pussy with my pulsing cock, grasp her soft hips with my hands firmly, and enter her fully to the base of my cock at the first thrust easily, as she is soaking wet. Her hair dances like a slow burning fire as she works her husband's manhood and I gaze down to her as I ride her from behind, basking in her flames' heat. I hear him moaning as she must be getting him close to climax and I thrust harder and faster inside her, grabbing her hips tightly and pounding my swollen head at her deepest erogenous zones, my balls striking her clit as I penetrate her. I move one leg over hers and find myself deep inside her, fucking her hard. My hand moves strong up her waist, following her ribcage, then to her breast. I clutch it firmly in my hand, pulling her hard nipple between my fingers as I squeeze it and my fingertips meet his as he is working her other breast and doing the same. I hear her moaning and squealing as we both stroke her hard, her moaning muffled as her mouth is filled with masculine meat. I feel her pussy constricting around my stroking shaft and she gets so wet that I almost slip out when I stroke her. I pound my cock into her and she works his cock and balls with her mouth and both hands fiercely and I hear his moaning getting louder. She pulls his head from her mouth and pumps it in her wet hands until he erupts large, long blasts of pearly cum onto her flesh. I reach down under my balls and rub her soaking hot clit and fuck her wildly, fast and deep. She pours a long, heavy flood of warm cum over my shaft and it runs over my balls and down my inner thigh. I take her hair in my other hand and ram my cock into her until I feel my thighs getting tight and my head growing hot. I know I am about to cum, so I pull out of her hot, honey-sweet vagina and move over her stunning ass, pumping my cum in a heavy pulsing stream onto her soft skin at her ass, thighs, and lower back. The air is hot and smells like sex. Every window of the cabin is coated with steam and our brows are all three dripping sweat to our eyes and down our cheeks. She moves forward, kisses his neck and I move up to join them. We lay together, smiling and caressing, savoring the afterglow. Together, we sip some more wine and lay in an intertwined juncture. We are silent for a while, just our breathing uttered for some time. I kiss her neck, caress her stomach, then move from the bed. I go to the bath and fill a basin with warm, soapy water and place a cloth in it. Taking the basin and a fluffy towel in my other arm, I return to the bed and give her a warm, hand bath. They kiss as I wash her skin and after she moves over, I finish her bath, then pat her dry with the dense terry cloth towel. I cross the floor again and return with an antique silver powder box and puff. I hand them to him and he pats her soft body with fragrant powder, leaving her smooth and dry, and with the scent of a lady of days gone by, about to attend a formal ball in her finest wares. I fetch a brush from the vanity and smooth her tresses, then lay them over one of her soft, feminine shoulders. She sparkles! Her eyes seem to illuminate the air. We gaze at her in all her glory, her husband and I. We begin to talk again and I thank them for giving me such a priceless surprise. I let them know that they are appreciated, welcome anytime, and that I will be giving them an extra key to the cabin so they can come stay anytime they would like. We chat and caress until we lie asleep together, the candlelight flickering out to cool darkness around us. We rest through the night and our sleep is filled with enchanted, vivid dreams. I wake at dawn's first light and they are still sleeping. Moving carefully not to wake them, I gather my things, get ready, write them a note, start some coffee, and leave a key on the note at the nightstand. I slip out the cabin door and walk the bike down the path a bit. When I get a little distance from the cabin, I fire up the engine and let it warm up a minute, aiming the pipes away from the cabin, then pull the kick stand up, stomp the transmission into gear and move on through the cool morning air on my way from my retreat and back down the road to the city and the busy life that waits for me when I return. I know that no matter how crazy life there gets, I have incredibly wonderful memories, a well tucked away haven to escape to, and the hope that I will find company on many of my returns. My heart smiles, as does my face, cutting through the crisp morning air and I ride on, both to home, and from it. Chance Meeting at the Gym Another story about Cara, a middle-aged librarian with a thing for young and hairy women... *** Cara was distracted, although while at the gym she worked out at it wasn't unusual for the middle-aged woman to look around at the females in their skimpy attire and let her mind wander. To be honest however, most of the women there were boring to Cara, who had tastes that were eclectic when it came to women, but she was fond of looking at the female form regardless and the sweat even made it sweeter. The young woman who had caught the librarian's eye was no stranger to Cara, and because this gym was a considerable distance away from work she was shocked to see someone she knew, since Cara preferred to keep her professional life apart from her personal life. Cara didn't know Leigh Davis very well, since the twenty-something woman worked on another floor of the Library, although their paths had crossed on occasion. Cara knew Leigh well enough to know that the younger woman was known as a tree-hugger and a vegan, which probably meant that the clerk had little in common with the older and more conservative administrator in most matters. Still, there was something about Leigh that attracted Cara, and not just because of the vague rumors that followed her young colleague. Leigh was not beautiful by any standards, having some complexion problems and a rather plain appearance, but she also seemed to eschew make-up in preferring a more natural look. Natural - now that was something that Cara appreciated. So Cara kept an eye on Leigh as she worked out, trying to keep out of her sight as she watched. Leigh's gym clothes were no more provocative than her own, so Cara didn't get much of a look at what seemed to be a lean and fit body. Eventually, Leigh headed toward the locker room, and after waiting a minute Cara followed her in. *** The locker room was not crowded, which made it easy for Cara to find her colleague who was undressing down in the corner with her back to the center of the room. The young woman was stripping down quickly and so Cara followed suit, hoping that Leigh would choose to take a shower. Skinny girl, Cara noted, but no tattoos within sight so far, which was a plus for Cara. When Leigh peeled down her panties, she revealed a pert butt that was quite shapely, and for a second Cara was unsure whether the darkness in the crack of her butt was hair or a shadow but Leigh was already on her way to the showers with a towel in hand. Cara quickly stripped down, peeling off the cumbersome breast compression band that had kept her bust masked all day at work, and after giving her breasts a squeeze to get the blood flowing she hurried into the shower room. Leigh had chosen one of the shower towers at the back of the room so Cara tossed her towel on a hook and walked down that way toward Leigh, who was soaping up her hands and oblivious to Cara heading that way. From the side, Cara was surprised at the profile of Leigh's breasts, because while they weren't large they seemed to defy gravity the way the cones jutted straight out with nipples like stacks of dimes. "Hello there," Cara said cheerfully after arriving at the tower of nozzles opposite Leigh, and Leigh didn't answer at first, instead merely glancing up at the chest of the busty woman across from her. Then Leigh glanced up at the face the voice was coming from, and it was then that the girl did a double take, looking up at Cara and then back down at the pendulous breasts that the torrent of shower spray was pelting. "Oh! Hi Cara!" Leigh said, clearly shocked at seeing it was her co-worker naked in front of her. "Didn't recognize you at first." "Small world," Cara said with a laugh, and she was pleased when Leigh seemed to recover from the shock of seeing her the way she really was outside of work. Better yet, Cara's flesh tingled when she watched Leigh casually squirt soap into her palm and worked the lather into an armpit that was just the way nature intended. Leigh's bush was a generous triangle as well, and as Leigh lathered that thick jungle Cara felt her own nipples swell. Cara was also pleased that Leigh kept checking out her breasts as subtly as she dared, and in return Cara soaped them generously under the younger woman's gaze. Cara was determined to stay under the spray as long as Leigh did and was pleased when she stayed in the shower for a long time until she was finally rinsed off and reluctantly killed the spray. Cara left a few seconds afterward and padded over to the area where Leigh was drying to exchange small talk, and as they dried there was little effort on either of their parts to not look at the other. Cara's nipples were so stiff they felt like they would explode as she enjoyed letting her co-worker look at her really for the first time, and like most others who saw her large breasts out of their cramped confines Leigh seemed stunned at their massive size as they dominated the older woman's short 5'2" frame. Cara also enjoyed the little smile Leigh gave when she got a look at the sparse wisps of hair under Cara's arms as she dried her scalp, and as a thank you Leigh made a point of letting the older woman get an extended view of the dense jungles of her armpits. The girl was not in the least bit shy about exhibiting the profuse growth as she dried them thoroughly and shamelessly. Cara was quite pleased to note that Leigh put on her clothes without poisoning those hairy hollows with chemicals either. Cara appeared ready to wrap the compression band over her breasts as she got dressed but changed her mind and put the wrap in her gym bag before pulling her sweater on, something that seemed to please the younger woman. "I'd love to," Leigh replied when Cara asked if she would like to go out for a drink, and it was then that Cara sensed that Leigh was hers for the taking and had been hoping to attract the librarian with what bordered on flaunting her natural assests. "If you'd like we could take my car and then I'll bring you back," Cara suggested, and when the younger woman agreed she let her in the car and started it up. "Actually, I live nearby," Cara mentioned as she drove out of the gym parking lot. "If you would prefer we could go there for..." "Yes, I would very much like that," Leigh said, not even waiting for Cara to finished the question, and all Cara could so was smile as she stepped on the gas. *** "This is a beautiful place," Leigh gushed as she looked at Cara's upscale house while her host locked the door behind them. "Thank you," Cara replied, taking Leigh by the elbow and leading her through to the den where Cara had a little bar in the corner of the indoor/outdoor room. "Oh wow - a hot tub," Leigh said when she looked across the room, and the fact that the librarian's place was just as the other girl had described was just another indication that the stories about Cara were not fictional ones. "It's a shame that I wasn't expecting company or else I could have had it warmed up for us," Cara explained. "Maybe another time?" "I'd love that," Leigh said, and when Cara asked what she would like to drink she answered, "Whatever you're having." "Try this," Cara said as she handed Leigh a rocks glass half full of Bailey's and ice. "Mmm - I love this. Goes down too easy though," Leigh added. "Have to remember I need to drive home." "Do you?" Cara asked. "You're welcome to stay." "Oh?" Leigh replied. "Wouldn't want to be a bother, but it is nice to relax and get to know you better. I've only really got to admire you from afar in the past and people are often so different away from work than they really are" "I'm flattered and you are right. This is a nice chance for us to get to know each other outside of work, since I don't get down to your floor much these days" Cara said as she came around the bar as she escorted Leigh to the side of the room and turned on the outside light to show her guest the pool. "Too chilly for swimming though." "Wow, this is really something," Leigh said. "Plus, it's so private that you can really enjoy yourself without prying eyes. It would be nice to try this out on a warmer night but I'll take a rain-check for now. Besides, we've already seen each other wet tonight." "Quite well at that," Cara agreed "That's right," Leigh responded with a blush. "When you first came up to the shower I didn't recognize you. You sure looked - different." "Different good or different bad?" Cara asked. "Good," Leigh said. "Most definitely good." "Thank you," Cara replied and raised her glass so they could clink the vessels. "I would like to be able to say that I didn't know you were there, but that wouldn't be true. That was why I came down and shared your shower. Hope you didn't mind." Leigh shook her head while taking a sip of the cream whiskey. "My turn to be flattered, Cara," Leigh said. "My looks might best be described as not for everyone." "I've always found you rather intriguing, if you don't mind me saying so. Seeing you in the shower tonight - let's just say I think you have an amazing body," Cara said. "I do?" Leigh replied with a shyness that she hoped wasn't overdone. "I mean, I'm certainly not used to hearing that. Especially from somebody that looks like you." "Nice of you to say but I'm not a young girl anymore." "I'd love to look half as as good as you when I reach your age," Leigh said before struggling for words, still rather stunned that the older woman really did have an enormous bust, just as rumored. "I had no idea you were so... well endowed. Why do you wear that thing?" "I don't like the attention I get from some people," Cara said. "Makes my skin crawl, but around people I like - other women - that's different. Around other women I feel relaxed, even if they stare." "Oh, there were a couple of them staring," Leigh said with a nervous chuckle. "Besides me I guess. I know if I had your body I wouldn't hide it." "Maybe yes and maybe no. Maybe for the same reason you don't wear sleeveless blouses at work. Some things aren't appreciated." "Touche," Leigh said as she blushed and nodded before finishing the rest of her drink and spinning the ice cubes around in the glass before asking, "And you're one of those ones that do?" "I think you know the answer to that, don't you?" Cara asked as she stood so close to Leigh she could feel the heat from her body. "Don't know what to say except I thought I did but one can never be certain," Leigh replied. "Maybe you could start off with asking to see the rest of the house," Cara suggested, but just as Leigh started to speak the older woman interrupted her. "If you don't mind me being blunt, after sharing the showers with you there's only one room I'm interested in seeing, Leigh cooed. "This way." **** "Wow!" Leigh whispered as they entered the bedroom, the act of them tripping the sensor activating the soft lighting that bathed the room with a warm glow. Cara loved the reactions of her conquests when they got a look at the rather lavish surroundings, the creature comforts that her position allowed her to enjoy. Along with the large round waterbed and the mirrors above it, there were the extras that the guests weren't aware of like the cameras that monitored every move. They were there to document the activities that went on in the room, and although the reason Cara gave to the company that installed the cameras was to keep an eye on the cleaning people, that was only one excuse, and that was way at the bottom of the list. The main reason was to have a lasting memory of her conquests, and many was the night when Cara would spend an evening watching herself making love to women of all ages. There were over thirty evenings on film, and while some were better than others they all had wonderful erotic moments. The thought that if something happened to her the tapes would be found did not phase Cara in the least, because she had no children or relatives worth a damn. One of the benefits of being very single and not giving a damn what others thought of you. "You like?" Cara asked an obviously awestruck Leigh as she led the younger woman towards the bed, and as she stopped by what looked like a dresser and pushed a button. the drawer opened to reveal a small refrigerator with champagne chilling. "Thirsty?" "No," Leigh's quivering voice replied, and with that Cara took Leigh's glasses off and set them on the end table before cradling her face in her hands. "You look nervous." "I am," she admitted while looking down at Cara's hands moving down the row of buttons on her blouse, and when the mature librarian opened the blouse up she smiled at Leigh's heaving chest before peeling the top off her pale shoulders. "God help me how I love hairy women," Cara whispered as her fingers toyed with the dark brown hair that peeked out from the folds of Leigh's arms even though they were at her sides. Cara moved behind Leigh and undid the hooks of her bra, kissing the slightly scarred back of the younger woman as the harness popped open, and then Cara's arms slipped around her and replaced the cups with her hands as the bra went to the floor. "Incredible tits," Cara muttered while grinding her own breasts into Leigh's back. "Want to see yours again," Leigh said but Cara was already reaching into the drawer for a prop, and in a matter of seconds had managed to grab Leigh's wrists and slapped the handcuffs on her, leaving her with her hands locked up behind her head. "You will," Cara said while turning the girl around to face her while calming any fear she might have about the toy handcuffs. "If you want to get out of them, all it takes is a little jerk and they pop open. Okay?" Leigh nodded as Cara took at step back to enjoy all of the younger woman's natural beauty. The gravity defying breasts and their conical nipples that stuck straight out were enough to make Cara wet but it was the sight of Leigh's armpits that drove her crazy. The rich brown hair stuck out like little feather dusters, completely filling what seemed to be deep caverns under her skinny arms although with all of that hair it was impossible to see how deep. Cara reached up and raked her fingernails through the jungles, and nearly swooned when all that came out of the moist tufts was a faint soap scent and raging pheromones of a girl in heat. Cara let out a moan before lurching forward and burying her face in the lush growth, licking and sucking and snorting in a very feral manner while Leigh stood there and shivered from the assault, and after Cara repeated the action under Luann other arm she yanked Leigh's jeans down while going to her knees. "Ooh!" Cara moaned while running her hands over the crotch of Leigh's panties, with the outline her bush clearly defined. "How I adore hairy girls!" "Am I hairy enough for you?" Leigh asked as she looked down at her colleague who was saying and doing everything she had been warned about. "Mmm..." Cara grinned as she yanked down the panties while looking up at the young girl and the droplets of sweat drooling down her sides from her armpits. "What do you think?" Leigh popped the handcuffs off and reached down, grabbing Cara and pulling her up to her feet but when she tried to yank her sweater off Cara pushed the younger woman back onto the bed and straddled her. Looking down at her prey, Cara reached down and peeled the sweater up and over her head, and after tossing it aside leaned forward a bit and sneered, "These what you wanted?" "Omigod yes," Leigh moaned as her hands flew up and grabbed the pendulous breasts, leaning up and burying her face between the weighty globes and making no effort to hide her lust. "That's it baby," Cara moaned as she let Leigh suckle on her plump nipples. "Suck on my tits. Suck them hard." "So big," Leigh whimpered as she kept kneading the doughy flesh while her lips tried to inhale the fat pegs, and Leigh lifted her elbow to let Cara's hand under her arm to pull on the damp bushy growth until the older woman could hold back no more and pushed her back onto the bed again and climbed over her while spreading her legs wide. "OH!" Leigh cried out as Cara dove down and buried her face in the pussy, tonguing the steamy fold while snorting like a pig unable to control herself as the younger woman clamped her thighs around her head as she came hard. Cara was having trouble breathing when she finally pried her head out from between the young woman's thighs, after which the librarian fell off to the side of the still shivering girl. "Wanna make you cum," Leigh said as she got up to her knees and knelt beside Cara, running her hand through the sparse fur that grew on the older woman's mound before slipping a finger in a wet gap, and when she saw how gaping Cara's pussy was she stuck and second and third finger in. "Show me," Cara was saying as she started squeezing her own jugs. "Show me your armpits." "You really do dig hairy pits don't you?" Leigh said as she lifted her free hand behind her head. "Guess the rumor was true." "OH!" Cara groaned when she felt the younger woman slip her pinkie in with the other three fingers and started to spin the four digits in. "Fuck!" "Word around the library is that every time a woman starts working there that has hairy arms, you're all over them," Leigh taunted as she watched the normally in control woman begin to lose it. "My arms aren't all that hairy so I thought that's why you never hit on me, but I guess the rest of me makes up for that, doesn't it? Did you see my asshole yet?" "Want to..." "You want to what?" Leigh said just before she wedged her thumb into Cara's pussy, the older woman's squeal making Leigh spin her clenched fist into the now gaping hole. "You want to see my ass crack?" "No - give it - sit on my face!" Cara cried out. "I want to eat your asshole!" Leigh laughed as she swung her leg over the librarian and backed up, straining to keep her fist in Cara's cunt while wiggling backward toward's Cara's face. "Closer," Leigh heard Cara beg as her hands went from her breasts and up to Leigh's hips while trying to pull her backwards. "Can't reach." "You want it my anus? Is it hairy enough for you?" "Yes - please!" Cara cried out as she clawed at Leigh frantically. "What about my hand? You want me to stop fisting you?" "NO!" Cara yelled as she lifted her left leg up and back, allowing Leigh to grab her by the back on her thigh and pull her bottom half back even further which allowed her to keep her hand spinning inside while she sat on Cara's face. Leigh jumped when she felt Cara's tongue burrow through the dense hair and into her anus. The snorting sounds the older woman made were a perfect match to the feral way she was feeding at the young woman's puckered ring, and Leigh kept spinning and pushing her little fist into Cara's pussy until almost five minutes and two orgasms later the librarian had enough. "No more - no more," Cara was saying as she struggled to get out from under the lithe hirsute girl and her increasingly brutal fisting. "That hurt," Cara said as she crawled into a fetal position and hugged herself. "Should have told me to stop earlier," Leigh replied as she looked down on the red-faced older woman. "Sounded like you were getting off on it." "I was," Cara mumbled to herself as she brushed the little curly hair off of her lips, her pussy raw and sore. "I'm sorry," Leigh said as she tried not to smirk at seeing the usually smug administrator reduced to this shivering woman next to her, and as she squirmed down next to Cara she put her arm around her shoulders and drew her close. "I'm okay. It's alright," Cara said as she snuggled under Leigh's arm with her cheek nestled in the damp tuft of air as she inhaled the natural aroma, and suddenly remembered things that were said when she was in her frenzy. "What were you talking about before? What rumors?" Chance Meeting at the Gym "Oh I don't remember - just stuff," Leigh replied. "That was just dirty talk. Hmm... that feels nice but I bet I'm all sweaty." "I don't care," Cara sighed as she snuggled closer. "I didn't think so," Leigh said, smiling as she looked over at the librarian with her mouth full of her pit hair, sucking softly. "I know what you like." A lot of people do, which is what Leigh thought but didn't say. *** thank you for reading