2 comments/ 5283 views/ 0 favorites Mind the Gap By: suaveboy John was on edge with excitement. The girl he had corresponded with for months in America was coming to see him in London. Her name was Beth, a name that evoked a number of thoughts in him - exotic, sexy and passionate. They had bonded well from the start of their e-mails which had got very steamy even early on and there had been photo exchanges and phone calls. But meeting was something else, and here he was at Terminal 4, Heathrow, waiting for her arrival. His heart was pounding as the crowds poured out of international arrivals. He wondered what had brought her here all this way and grinned to himself that other than himself there was also his penthouse riverside suite in the City overlooking the Thames. Despite the throng his heart skipped a beat when he spotted that tell-tale red hair that he adored. She hadn't seen him but when he called out Beth! her face lit up and she ran towards him. She flung her arms around him and they hugged so hard he lifted her off her feet. Then there was their first kiss....and what a kiss. It was hot and passionate as they held each other tightly. It lasted several minutes, they were oblivious to everything and everyone that surrounded them. Despite her long journey she chattered brightly and he took stock as they headed for his car. The pictures didn't do her justice. She was very pretty with shining green eyes and that flaming hair. She had a lovely curvy figure and nice legs and although dressed conservatively, her breasts were prominent and eye-catching. It being early Sunday morning, there was relatively little traffic about and they skimmed past some of the landmarks shed heard about on their way back to his apartment. The view that he had been looking forward to showing her, was spectacular. She loved it and enthused in her captivating way. He loved how she said exactly what was on her mind. But of course she was tired, not having slept much on the plane and with the time difference, it wasn't long before she was sound asleep. He had planned for that and ensured she had a restful day. On Monday he wanted to show her around a little without tiring her out too much. So they did a few touristy things. Beth loved having a native show her London. John of course knew where everything was, and took her to places off the beaten path. She felt better with him on the tube, even "minding the gap!" They went up the London Eye and he pointed out some landmarks as fortunately it was a very bright clear day. He took her to the National Gallery as he knew she loved art. They enjoyed each others company immensely as despite the plethora of words written between them the meeting was a more difficult test. He was enchanted by her playful manner and their ease between each other. They laughed a lot, held hands, stole kisses. John was gratified Beth seemed to appreciate his silly comments. She liked his indefinable "Britishness" and was attracted to him too. It was obvious to them both that they were incredibly attracted to one another. Not wanting to do too much, after all there was plenty of time for that, they went back to the apartment and he told her of a little treat he had in store for the evening. He would take her to a very nice restaurant and then they would see a play at the open air Globe on the South Bank. Beth was thrilled with this as it was a totally different theatrical experience. Beth wasn't sure what to wear but plumped for a black dress with spaghetti straps that showed off her shoulders to perfection and came down to just above her knees. It was cute and she looked very sexy in it. They had a very pleasant and leisurely Italian meal. Mercifully the weather was perfect for the Globe and they both thoroughly enjoyed the play in this very different setting. They arrived home quite late that evening, John turned the lights down low and put on some soft music, hoping to entice her mood. He needn't have worried! They sipped a glass of wine and looked out at the view. Beth was enthralled with that - the boats twinkling on the Thames, the floodlit landmarks - it was very romantic. They kissed and slow-danced to the music, John holding her very close with hands straying to caress her cute bottom through the slinky dress. Beth could feel his burgeoning cock pressing into her tummy. She broke from him and with a deft movement slipped the straps from her shoulder allowing the dress to slide down her body puddling at her feet. John was dumbstruck, getting his first glimpse of her in her glory. She knew exactly how to please him as she stood there in a black lacy bra that could barely contain her sumptuous, perky breasts, sexy black French style panties worn over a black garter belt and stockings. She was simply stunning and at first John could only gape inanely. However, he did manage to tell her how beautiful she was and began caressing her breasts through her bra. Her nipples sprang up as they were very sensitive and soon he had the bra off and was astounded at how beautiful her voluptuous breasts were. He trailed kisses across her forehead, down over her fluttering eye lids, feeling her lashes sweep against his smooth moist lips, slowly reaching her deliciously sweet earlobe, blowing sweetly against her moist flesh. Then finding the sleek curve of her neck, softly allowing his tongue to linger at her heated pulse. Gently he took her breasts in hand caressing them as her pink nipples came to life, standing out proud and erect, enjoying the attention he was giving them. He took her hand and led her to the bedroom and lay her on his king size bed. As she posed he admired her curves, her alabaster skin contrasting with the black satin sheets - she was a work of art to behold. John ran his hands through Beth's flaming hair that he loved so much and they kissed deeply, tongues exploring and intertwining, long, hard and wet. While kissing her Johns hand stroked her pussy through her panties and then it snaked inside and she let out a moan as it found its target. He felt no pubic hair - he adored the feel of a shaved pussy and one that was getting wetter by the minute. Beth got up and opened Johns trousers, took them off and stroked his cock through his boxers. It was straining to be released and she pulled them down and saw his very hard seven inch cock pointing at her for the first time. She licked her lips, figuratively and literally as she loved giving head - John had no idea of the treat she had in store for him. She stroked his shaft and balls then slid her warm wet sensual mouth over his cock head, licking thoroughly and around the sensitive rim. She licked the shaft again and took it more fully into her mouth. She wanted to tease him slowly which was exactly how he liked it. She was an expert cock sucker, taking one of his balls into her mouth he was in heaven. He held her head and stroked her hair as she began pumping his cock with her mouth more quickly and he was in ecstasy watching her giving him such pleasure, her gorgeous green eyes looking steadfastly into his. She greedily licked up the pre-cum and John willed himself to hold back as he wanted to cum inside her pussy first for this first sexual encounter so he reluctantly withdrew. He wanted to heighten her sexual pleasure, kissing her lightly all over, tempting her senses. Beginning at her toes kissing one at a time, lingering long enough to hear a soft moan escape her lips. Taking his time, he explored up her long curvaceous legs, running his hand closely behind his mouth, feeling her fevered skin tingling as he traced his tongue further towards her now pulsating sex. He kissed and licked her exquisite flesh above her stocking tops, thighs, inner thighs, getting ever closer to the destination. He rubbed her pussy again through her soaking panties and she sighed and raised her hips signaling he should take off her panties. This was very arousing for him as he slipped them down her legs and he gasped as he saw her beautiful shaved pussy for the first time, glistening with her juices, her plump and engorged lips begging to be eaten out. The windows were clear and looked out on two sides on the London night. Beth wondered if any voyeur could see them and smiled to herself that she didn't care if they did - in fact it aroused her a little more. John spread her legs and lowered his head to feast on her pussy. His tongue lapped around her outer lips and savoured her cum as she rocked her hips. He licked up and down between her inner and outer lips and delved further inside as he had a long tongue and moved it around in circles. It sought out her throbbing clit which popped out once he had flicked at its hood. He lapped around her pink pearl and gave it plenty of deft licks then sucked it into his mouth. He inserted a finger then two into her pussy and got them well coated with her cum before slipping one into her rosebud while he continued his tongue lashing of her clit. The aroma of her sex was truly intoxicating to him. The crescendo of her orgasm was building and she was panting harder and moaning louder but he didn't want her to cum too soon. Her sublime body was writhing from intense pleasure and this was a huge turn-on for him. "Oh John, John, please put it in - I need to feel you inside me, please fuck me NOW. " In one smooth motion he held her hips and thrust his throbbing cock hard inside her. She gasped as she accommodated his girth. She felt deliciously tight on his rock hard cock stretching her velvet pussy walls and he withdrew to insert again. He used long slow and deep strokes, massaging her clit with each stroke and increasing the pace after a while. She crossed her legs behind his back to draw him deeper into her. He adored watching his cock penetrating her, the feel of his balls touching her and her breasts heaving with each thrust. He looked deeply and lovingly into her eyes as his orgasm built up. He could feel the semen rising and Beth was moaning very loudly as he pumped into her. He felt her pussy contracting on his cock and he could hold back no longer. "Oh Beth I'm going to CUM" and with that his cock exploded spurting out torrents of his warm cum inside her. This was enough to send her over the edge as the wave of her intense orgasm climaxed, she cried out "Oh God I'M CUMMING, John." and she arched her back as she came very hard and her juices erupted in a flow. John kissed Beth passionately with his cock still inside her and held her body so close to his, caressing her back and buttocks, their bodies melting into each other. He withdrew from her pussy, their cum trickling down her thigh. He wanted to make love to her all night and already he could feel his cock hardening again at the sight of her beautiful body. Mind the Gap "The usual..." you messaged back when I asked what was on your agenda that day, "...laundry, cleaning and then a welcome but all-too-brief 2 hours to myself. The kids are on a play date from 2-4 today and I'm heading out to the mall for a quick shopping trip. The glorious life of the housewife." "Sounds like fun." I reply, the wheels turning furiously in my mind. 12:25 now....just enough time. "OK Gorgeous..." I type, "I'm heading out for a bite. What stores are you going to so I'll know where I'm eating? ;)" "LOL" and a smiley face is the reply. "Enjoy your lunch....may be online later.....xoxoxo", and you log off. Not much time to waste so I pick up my cell phone and fake a conversation with the kids' school.....unfortunate timing but a sick kid is a sick kid and I've got to leave work early today. I jump in the car and start my journey to you. I hit the parking lot around 2pm and start walking the mall wondering when you'll arrive, hoping I'll be able to spot you. After 20 minutes of searching, I'm starting to get worried....3 trips around the mall and no sign of you....what if you changed your plan? What if you chose another place to shop? Then.....an Angel catches the corner of my eye.....BINGO! You're wearing your "Mom" clothes, Lululemon pants and a T-shirt showing off just a hint of that yummy tummy I love so much. Sunglasses in your hair and a purposeful look on your face as you walk into the Gap. I follow you in and stay out of sight as I watch you pick and choose a couple of pairs of jeans that will no doubt show off your magnificent ass...ets and you move off to the dressing rooms. By chance, I see you get the last one in the line and as luck would have it, it barely looks like a dressing room door at all....more like an employee break room. I might not have even recognized it for what it really was. You go in and I wait for the change room clerk to wander off before knocking gently on the door..."Ma'am can I help you with any sizes?" "Um....maybe...." you reply as you open the door a crack, eyeing the jeans still in your hands, "Do you have this one a size smaller?" You look up just in time to catch my eye as I push the door open. Your jaw drops as I move you away from the door and close it behind me. It fastens with a satisfying click that seems to create a whole world of our own on the inside. Before the look of surprise even has time to leave your face, I push you back against the full length mirror and press into you.....our eyes locked. Your expression changes quickly as you assess the situation and you feel the heat beginning to rise between our bodies.....I see that look of need....of wanting....of desire that I know can only be sated in one way. I take your hands in mine and bring them up over your head, your hot breath and mine mingling as I feel your tight body molding itself to mine....one leg wrapping itself behind mine almost of its own accord. You shift your hips ever so slightly forward and I can't go another second without those lips. I kiss you fully, hard and desperately as your mouth opens slightly, allowing my tongue access, meeting your own as they dance around and with each other. I take both of your hands in one of mine as I work my other hand down your arm, across your side and find the soft, supple skin of your midriff. I wrap my arm around your back as I pull you in closer. Your body melts into mine as if it was always meant to be there. A quiet moan escapes your mouth and it sends me into a feverish frenzy. I leave your arms in the air as I grab your shirt and lift it along with your sports bra over your head exposing your magnificent breasts to the cool air. I can feel your nipples harden through my shirt and it drives me wild. My mouth moves from yours and down to your neck....my tongue slithers across your collarbone as I move lower still. I take one hard nipple into my mouth to a satisfied gasp from your lips as I begin to suck and lick and nibble. My hand finds the button of the jeans you were trying on as my tongue moves across your chest to your other nipple and I begin to unbutton then unzip them as I give your breasts even more attention. I slide your jeans over your hips and run my hands back up your legs to your ass....so perfect in my hands....and my thoughts wander to the things I'd like to do to it....but that's not why I'm here today. I pick you up by that glorious ass and you wrap your legs around me as I move you to the small bench seat in the dressing room and sit your down on it as I kneel in front of you, my mouth now placing kisses down your stomach, your hips, your thighs. I move between your thighs and gently pull aside your thong and take in your heavenly scent.....the thought of tasting you so compelling now that I don't even remember moving my mouth to you. I begin to lick you in long slow strokes, enjoying your savory bouquet and your heavenly sighs and moans. Slowly now, I part your lips with my tongue and probe you deeper, moving in and out in a slow rhythm, swirling around and finding every corner of you. I can feel your legs starting to shake on my shoulders as my intensity increases and I move up to take your clit into my mouth, gently sucking it in and flicking my tongue across it. Your eyes find mine as I watch your exquisite reactions to my ministrations. I become acutely aware that we haven't spoken a word to this point....and I realize that none have been needed at all. You're telling me with your eyes that you're getting close.....how badly you need this....urging me not to stop.....to take you the rest of the way. I oblige by speeding my pace....increasing my pressure as I suck your nubbin even harder into my eager mouth. I slide one finger inside you and slowly start working it in and out. Your breathing speeds up as I add a 2nd finger, never easing up my oral pressure. Your hands find my head and you pull me up enough to look back into your eyes which are telling me it's time.....I want to watch you in this moment as you spasm and thrash about. Your skin is glowing, your eyes are wild, your hands are clawing at my head, pulling me into you as your body shudders. I don't know how long you cum for but it seems so much longer than it should be....longer than it has any right to be. Your body begins to relax as I slide my fingers from inside of you. You're even wetter now than when I started and I lick your nectar from my fingers before returning to your pussy.....treating you to long, slow strokes of my tongue as you come down from your orgasm. Your eyes are still closed as I rise and place a gentle kiss on your lips, then I turn and crack the door a notch, making sure the coast is clear before I step out and close it behind me. Mind the Gap Annie served us dinner, myself and our daughter and son, thirteen and fourteen respectively. It was an ordinary day; all of us shared our great or small happenings from during the day. There was a cozy atmosphere around the table in a well functioning family. I looked at my kids, then at my wife. What a lucky guy I was. We had been married fifteen years; Annie had aged very little and looked like a young lady in her mid twenties, although she would be thirty-five next week. Very few would think Theresa and Thomas were her children; they would believe they were her younger siblings. I, on the other hand, could easily be taken as her father. I had been thirty five when we married. Her mother never did forgive me for marrying her twenty year old daughter. I was too old for her and therefore her mother and I never got to the friendly stage, I am sorry to say. We cleared the table and made coffee, which Annie and I would enjoy in the living room while the kids went about their homework and other doings they had planned for the evening. We relaxed in our chairs, sipped our coffee, and had our daily small talk. She is the kind of woman who always made some funny observations during her day. Small incidents like seeing a couple in disagreement, saying stupid things and making up afterwards; or a man running after his hat through water puddles to the great amusement of the bystanders, etc. She described the scenes vividly and made them funny. I loved being married to this woman. After a while she said, "Ted, I need to visit Mom tonight. I will take the bus and stay over." "OK," I replied, "but if you take the car you can come back late tonight, so you don't need to stay over." "No, I'll take the bus," my wife insisted, "I will need some time with her because she has a problem I would like to help her solve. You need the car tomorrow. The kids are old enough to get ready for school without me, you just see to it that they do not sleep in. You can surely manage that," she said with a broad smile, then continued, "I have told my boss I will be in before noon tomorrow so I will have some additional time with Mom." She kissed me on the cheek and went upstairs to pack her overnight bag. Just as I hear the shower start, the door bell chimed. I opened the door and a young man was staying outside. He struck out his hand and said, "I'm Charles Smith, a friend of Annie. I wondered if she is in?" "Sure," I replied, "She is in the shower preparing to go out." "You must be Mr. Wilson, I presume. May I come in and wait for her?" "Of course; how rude of me not inviting you in immediately. Please enter," I said, holding the door open for him. Once I had Charles seated in the easy chair across from me, went to the kitchen for a cup, and poured him coffee. "Well Mr. Smith, how do you know Annie?" "Mr. Wilson, I met your daughter at a party a few months back. We hit it on famously from the start and I made up my mind she was the one. I fell head over heels in love." I think I was able to suppress the shock I got when he called Annie my daughter. I was able to contain the urge to point out that she was in fact my wife. I needed badly to hear what he could tell about their friendship. He smiled at me and took a sip of the coffee before continuing. "As I said, we met at a party. We have gone steady for the last few months. Well, at least in my opinion we are exclusive. There is a bit of a problem though: I am not entirely certain that she is as keen as I am. You see, she will only meet me during lunch hours and Tuesday evenings when we go bowling, and Thursday when we go to see a film or a concert, never during a weekend. That's why I would like to talk to you Sir." "Go ahead young man; what would you like to talk about?" "The thing is, Sir, I am keen to take my relationship with Annie a bit further. I find it very hard to understand that a girl in her mid twenties is so conservative. When I am pushing, she says that her father is strict and has very out-of-date values. She therefore refuses to go beyond petting and a bit of fondling. Also I find it difficult to understand that all weekends are for your family exclusively and that she cannot spare one for me once in a while." "What do you want me to do or say Mr. Smith?" "Please call me Charles, Sir. When I am asking about you, she always give the impression that she loves you very much and she will not go beyond what you find appropriate; so that's why I spied on her to find out where she lived, so I could approach you to tell you that I am not after a fling, but a long term commitment. I think I will be able to convince her today that a sexual relationship between consenting adults in their twenties are in order. She has accepted my invitation to stay over at my flat tonight. I came to pick her up and ask you to say to her that she does not disappoint you if she chooses to make love to me. Because that's what it is all about: love. I can promise you, Sir, I will take good care of her and love her for the rest of my life, if she accepts me as a husband." Before I could make up my mind how to respond to this young man's request, Annie opened the door to the living room. The door swings inward so that Charles was hidden from her sight. She came up to me with the overnight bag in her hand, gave me a kiss and said, "See you tomorrow, Darling." With a forced smile I replied, "I think your bag is too small dear. You need to bring more with you. At least so it will last you a few weeks. I understand you have already marked out your next husband. He is here to pick you up and take you to his flat." She looked at me with an expression clearly spelling out 'what are you talking about'. Then when she followed my glance towards Charles, her hand flew to her mouth and she screamed "NOOO ---" and fainted. Charles sat in his chair, white as a ghost. He looked at Annie lying on the floor, then at me and asked, "What's happening here? I don't understand." "Well, you wanted to marry her, didn't you? However, you may change your mind when you know she is thirty five, my wife, and mother of two teenagers. If you still want her, you have to wait until the divorce is final, you understand." "I'm so sorry Sir, I didn't know --she really fooled me," he replied. He got up and walked slowly towards the door, turned towards me, and said as his parting words: "I have to follow Dad's advice Sir, to Mind the Gap!" There was a moment of silence, then the soft 'click' as the front door closed. The End. I would like to thank my editor 'gwen5465' for her assistance. She does indeed find my grammatical blunders. Thank you. Mind the Gap It's late. The train is almost empty; the commuters long since tucked up on their expansive sofas with in their kaleidoscopic onesies holding oversized glasses of red wine and watching uninspiring programmes on their immense televisions. It's predictable, and they think their lives are hard. We've all heard the moaning: their boss, the length of their commute, their pay, the costs of their commute, their children, the stifling crush on their commute, their life, their choices, their frigging commute. It's all about them. But I see you with your friend, looking around the train and wondering; I'm there, but I'm listening to my music, oblivious to the world around me. I'm not a threat to you two: I'm no mugger nor a problem. Just a guy on minimum wage travelling home after his shift. I just want my bed and my book. That lingering look you give anyway; just checking before train departs. Seeing if I return it. I don't. It's not that I don't think you're hot, because you're pretty gorgeous: long, bronzed legs, short tartan skirt and a beautiful white blouse that captivates. I love the plunge of the neckline between your breasts, and the bob on your brown hair. I love your smile too: it's coy and sexy. I'll be masturbating to you later. But travelling is a solo activity and your friend looks a little anxious. Scared almost. She's pretty nice too: her darkened skin suits her red summer dress that shimmies as she moves to her seat. It's thin; I can almost see through it to the delicious curves underneath. And they are very delicious curves. However, it's you that has captured my attention. You, with your feminine wiles. The swing of the hips, the pout on your lips, the sultry glance towards me. Girl, you are sexy and you definitely know it. Do you want me to look through the gap in the seats? Are you wanting me to stare and ogle your tight-fitting clothes? So I glance up, causing a wry smile to escape from your lips. So that is what you wanted! Sliding back on the seat causes your skirt to rise up. Your eyes glance; first at your friend and then at me. I can see you, as I am looking directly at you through the gap in the seats, writhing on your buttocks and adjusting your blouse. No, unbuttoning your blouse; revealing the outline of the soft, orbs underneath. A flash of heaven, my prick rises at your teasing but then you want that! My eyes cannot help but stare at the milky white bosom, not noticing the flash of pink between your legs. No knickers. You came onto the train with no knickers. My cock is straining to escape from my shorts, as you taunt me with your sexiness. I'll be wanking to you for a long time, dreaming of your exhibitionism and feverishly imagining sex acts you would never dream of. But you're not alone; I glance at your friend sitting next to you and her dress is to her waist. I barely notice the train start, but focus on the hairy mound staring at me. I want it. I want to kiss you, kiss you both. I want to caress your pert breasts and then plunge my tongue between your delicate mounds. I want you. My music long since discarded by my attention, my mind focused solely on the two lovely ladies in my direct sight. My throat feels dry, my hands anxious as I wait. Wait for something. Waiting for your next move. A finger tracing your body, landing between your legs. A groan escapes from my mouth as your friend does likewise, sliding her outstretched finger between the scarlet hem of her flimsy dress. If I'm staring open mouthed, there is nothing I can do: I don't think I've seen anything like this before and stray whimpers escape from my mouth. I know I am staring, but you can't see: your eyes are closed as you look away, your finger openly sliding over your clit. No pretence now; you're masturbating on public transport. I watch every movement: the twist of your knuckle, the swell of your chest, the grip of your bosom and the lick of your lips. I can feel your pleasure, a delightfully heady mix of lust and desperation. I watch your friend too: she's taken to parting her legs fully, giving me an amazing view of her sopping pussy. Are you two competing for my attention? Is this a bet you have with your friend? I feel like I'm a pawn, and am being used, but I don't care. My erection presses against my shorts. It's dirty. Filthy, sexy and amazingly arousing. I can sense your arousal. Taste your excitement. Then you kiss her; leaning across her lap and kissing her. Not a gentle peck either, but a grab of the back of her head as your tongues twist and writhe against each other. Passionate. Raw. Sinful. This is no act, but a glorious expression of lust that I am privileged to witness. But the fingers start exploring again, wandering and probing. Two sexy women playing with each other on the train as the aged engine jostles over uneven tracks. I feel the heat of your passion, exploratory fingers sliding against moist cracks and swirling against engorged clitorises. I hear the first delicate whimper, I think I make the second. I want to join in, running my hand along my shaft as I watch. My eyes transfixed on the show as your bosom rises with your desperate panting. Your friend knows exactly how to get you off and with every swirl of her fingers I see your legs tremble. The sensation has taken you nearly there. I can feel you approaching your cliff face; suddenly I don't exist to you, this is about you not me. I hear your escalating mews and feverish cries. I feel your visceral expectation as your body inches ever closer to that moment. I can taste your desperation as your hips buck faster and faster, eager to take in the swell of your climax. But most of all, I see. See the trembling orgasm, the long breaths and the clenched fist. See the relief on your face as you redouble your efforts on your friend, forcing me to watch her explode into a million pieces of sheer orgasmic delight. You dress before the station, alight at the platform. "Hey," I cry as you walk away. "What was all that about? Was that for me?" "An exhibitionist can have no fun unless there's a willing voyeur!" You reply, blowing me a kiss as you walk away down the platform, sexily swinging your hips. That may be true. But just so you know: I'll be masturbating to you tonight. A wanker can have no fun unless there's a willing fantasy. And now have two gorgeous women to think about.