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Rendezvous

By: D.B.Metallo



It started out as a typical Saturday, with not much going on except a couple of phone calls that weren't of any consequence. Lounging on my sofa, listening to some music, and reading "Catch-22" seemed like a proper way to allot my time. Steely Dan was wafting through the speakers when there was a soft tapping at my door. I sure as hell hoped it wasn't some damn Jehovah's Witness trying to sell me Jesus. Christ isn't for sale, as far as I know, and a theological discussion with some naive rube from Arkansas wasn't at the top of my dance card. I turned the music down a bit, and hurriedly pulled on a shirt and opened the door.

"Hiya Danny!! Surprised?!" she exclaimed. A smile lit up her enchanting features. I stared at her dumbfounded, and a grin eased onto my face. 

Beth was a very pretty woman I was "involved with" in college. She was 27 years old, stood about 5 feet 7 inches tall, and weighed about 125 lbs. She had long chestnut brown hair falling lightly to an exquisite ass, wonderfully-shaped firm pert breasts, about a 34B, long slender legs, and a rather angelic face. She was sort of shy when we first met, but that dissipated fairly quickly as she met more people and matured intellectually. Eventually she became something bordering on assertive. 

"No, not at all. I've been expecting you, Beth." The wide grin on my face strongly hinted at the veracity of my claim. "You look very lovely." I looked into her sparkling blue-gray eyes. She was as beautiful as I had remembered her, perhaps even more so. 

Beth had usually dressed fairly casually when were attending school together, and today was no exception. She had on a pair of old military-surplus fatigues that served to accentuate the alluring shape of her ass, and a simple white t-shirt that made it quite clear there was no bra between her pert breasts and the thin cotton shirt. Her perky nipples made their presence known from beneath the light shirt, subtly pressing through the material. I realized at that moment how much I had missed her. It had been going on five years since I last had seen her elegant face. 

In the not-so-distant past when we were both attending the University of Arizona, we would spend countless hours talking history, philosophy, and a broad range of other topics, and I believe we both came to appreciate each other's intellects and varied senses of humor. Beth possessed a sense of humor consisting of large portions of irony and sarcasm, and her rapier wit had humbled many an opponent. Many men seem to be put off by a woman with a strong intellect, especially one greater than their own, but I was initially drawn to Beth because of her cerebral nature. Of course, it didn't hurt at all that she was attractive and alluring. I still distinctly remember when the relationship transcended mere intellectual appreciation. 

We were walking home in no hurry from the U of A library in our sophomore year, casually discussing a mid-term exam approaching in one of our more difficult philosophy courses, and without warning she took my hand into her soft grasp. I was rather surprised by this spontaneous event, as ours had been a connection with platonic roots up until that point, although I doubted we would have denied a sexual attraction. 

After Beth took my hand, she looked at me with something resembling a mix of love and ardor in her eyes, and brought her pretty face very slowly towards mine. She smiled softly at me as she swept her hair away from her face, then was hesitant as she kissed me with her soft lips, very tentatively at first, then with increasing passion as she eased her tongue into my mouth, seeking out my own. It was tender. It was sensuous. It was loving. 

I pulled her close to my body, feeling her firm breasts pressed against my chest, experiencing her warmth while I kissed her with tender emotion, my tongue dancing rhythmically in her mouth. I remember the clean smell of her hair. I recollect the seductive nature of her subtle perfume. We paused from our unanticipated embrace, looking intently into each other's eyes. We then turned in unison, and slowly continued on our way in silence with slight smiles on our faces, my arm around her shoulders. When we got to her door, I kissed her very tenderly on her soft lips as I eased my arm around her petite waist. I reluctantly turned to walk to my apartment, elated at what had just transpired.

I pondered our initial kiss all of the way back to my small college-ghetto apartment, and into the evening, mulling over where it might lead. Beth's feelings were the same as mine I thought, at least hoped they were. I just didn't want to overstep any unspoken boundaries, as I regarded her as an unparalleled friend first and foremost. She was intelligent, she was stimulating, and she was beautiful in my eyes, and if I could tell anything from the leers she received whenever we ambled across campus together, she was pretty hot in a lot of other guys' eyes as well. 

Over the next several months, it became rather apparent where this romance was evolving. We began to gradually transform into a couple as time progressed. We went to the campus bookstore together when we needed to, we would go to various restaurants and fast food franchises on occasion, and we unfailingly went to our common classes together daily. We hung out on weekends at my apartment, listening to Steely Dan, Elvis Costello, and alternative radio, among other things. We also happened to have in common an avid inclination for the blues. There was a definite shared predilection for each other. 

We hugged and kissed considerably more, in private at first, and we gradually became more public with our affections. We profoundly enjoyed each other's company, and both of us sought out one another on an increasingly frequent basis. Eventually leading up to an evening where Beth found herself alone at her off-campus apartment, as her roommate Monica had left for Cabo San Lucas for spring break. She called to invite me over to her place at 8 o'clock in the evening for "maybe some coffee, a few drinks...," she giggled, then added cryptically, "and whatever." I imagined I heard her grinning through the phone. After showering, shaving quickly and throwing on some cologne, I got dressed and walked the short distance to her apartment. I proceeded with a leisurely pace to her house, debating whether I was just imagining the implications I thought I heard in her voice on the phone. Beth met me at the door, and after a warm and inviting kiss, welcomed me into her house. She was dressed casually; wearing tight faded Lee jeans, a loose fitting skull-and-roses Grateful Dead t-shirt (she was somewhat of a Deadhead), and was barefooted. I thought I could discern the outline of erect nipples beneath her thin cotton shirt. In my somewhat biased eyes, she was simply beautiful.

"Hiya Danny. It's great to see you. Come on in," she said softly with a shy smile, and eyed me at the door. "How are you? Gee -- you're looking quite dapper -- got a date after you leave here tonight?" she teased playfully. She was referring rather facetiously to my weathered jeans and a somewhat tattered Elvis Costello "My Aim Is True" t-shirt. "That is, if you leave here tonight," I thought I heard her whisper under her breath. I was pretty sure I had understood what she had said. I kept whatever I might have had to say to myself.

"Hey Beth. I'm pretty good. Thanks for asking. It's damn good to see you as well, babe." I put my arm around her and kissed her softly on the lips as I entered the house. "And thank you for the comment on my clothes, babe; I didn't want to outdress you," I kidded her. She answered with a practiced smirk and a toothy grin. 

"Still listening to Jackson Browne, eh?" I asked her rhetorically as I found myself listening to Late for the Sky emanating from her speakers. I looked to see her nod her head and softly smile. Beth had a certain fondness for early seventies music.

We also shared a mutual interest in the sixties. Beth was drawn to acid rock and the alternative lifestyles, i.e., "hippies", while I was more attracted to the political upheavals of the era, particularly the Democratic National Convention in Chicago in 1968, the Weather Underground, and Huey Newton and the Black Panthers. I had wanted to be a revolutionary back in high school, despite the fact I realized even then that the pension plans for freedom fighters were somewhat less than ideal. I decided to go to college to sort out my political leanings, among other things. I waited two years before I entered college, as I went on a two-year "self-discovery" period. In time, I decided what I wanted to do. Namely, I wanted to be a writer.

The room had the vaguely sensual scent of jasmine enveloping it, and I looked to see a stick of incense burning in an ashtray, sending up plumes of fragrant smoke. There was a pleasantly mellow ambience in the room. I noticed a fine-looking calico cat, and her name was "Peckerwood", based on my conversations with Beth, walking warily around the room, eying me nervously. I'd always wondered why she had named her female cat Peckerwood. 

"Would you care for some fresh coffee, babe? I have some pretty nice coffee from Sumatra I just brewed. Sumatra Mandheling. I just put the beans in the grinder just a moment before you arrived." 

Coffee was another subject we shared in common. We both purchased our favorite varieties and ground our beans fresh, just before brewing. Our early "coffee dates", where we would sit and discuss books, current affairs, with her even indulging me as I talked about baseball, provided a sturdy foundation for our alliance. We simply enjoyed talking to one another. In fact, we seemed to fascinate each other. I noticed she was looking at me in a manner different from what she usually did. I wondered what the significance of her assessment was.

"Yeah, I'd appreciate some coffee. Thank you. I can smell it. It has a nice rich aroma to it. And it looks as if you have great taste in art," I pointed out. I was alluding to the Dali prints adorning her walls. When she returned with the hot coffee, she sat down rather close to where I was sitting, and I slipped my arm around her shoulder, pulling her even closer to me. She was wearing a small amount of subtle perfume, and the effect was pleasing to me. It seemed to me that there was a bit more of the usual sexual tension between us in the room, and that's quite a statement, because Beth and I seemed to exude sort of a physical affinity. As she extended her hand for her cup of coffee, she turned to me and smiled brightly.

"Well, I don't know about art, but I know what I like." Beth looked me in the eye as she said it, and I thought I saw a flirtatious glance. "Actually, those prints are Monica's, honey. She brought them along with her from Oregon," she informed me, referring to her strange roommate from Eugene. "I'm having a few problems writing this paper for the course 'History of American Foreign Policy, 1945-to-Present'. I think I'm doing okay in the class as far as tests go, but this paper is a significant portion of my grade. I think I have a topic, but I'm having a little trouble with my thesis. Didn't you take the class?" 

I reached for my coffee, taking a sip of the hot caffeinated liquid.

"Yeah, I took it. I did pretty well in the course too, if I say so myself... and I just did," I quipped with a smile. "He's a great professor. He got his doctorate at UC Berkeley. In fact, he's why I took the course. I've taken several of his classes. Are there still a lot of ROTC recruits in the class?" Seeing her nod, I continued after taking a quick sip of my coffee. "I believe I wrote mine on the withdrawal of the French after Dien Bien Phu, and the resulting political mayhem occurring in the years following the attack, leading to our increased involvement. I mean, at that time, in 1954, we only had a few quote/unquote 'policy advisors' over there." 

"Yeah, the Domino Theory and all that," she remarked in a manner bordering on sarcasm. She deliberately turned to me and grinned. "But he is a good professor. I really like him. I do have to take a boatload of notes when I'm in his classes though. I was thinking of writing my paper on the issues surrounding the Tet Offensive. It was one of the turning points in the Vietnam War, wouldn't you think?" She pulled a small vial from her jeans.

"Well, it was certainly a turning point in the American perception of the war." I tryed to eye the vial with my peripheral vision. "And Johnson decided not to run a mere two months later. Good ol' LBJ. 1968 was a pivotal year in American history as far as I'm concerned, and I think the '68 Convention had more than a little to do with i." My curiosity got the best of me. "Umm, what's in the vial?" 

"Oh, this?" She had an innocent look on her face, then mischievously grinned at me as she slowly shook the small vial back and forth. "Well, I guess I should tell you that it happens to be some prime Hawaiian marijuana; Kona bud, to be specific. A good friend of mine brought it back from the islands," she informed me with a slight smile on her face. "I haven't smoked any of it yet. I was planning for this to be sort of a 'special' night, so I was wondering if you were interested in partaking with me." She put her hand lightly on my thigh as she did so.

"Really? I really didn't think you got loaded." I looked at her incredulously while considering the many meanings of 'special', and loving the feel of her hand on my thigh. I had given some thought to the possibility of Beth getting high, especially with her fondness for all things "hippie", but had purged the thought from my head when she did so well in her classes. "Wow. I haven't 'partaken', as you say, in a couple of years. Hmmm. What to do?" I looked over at her lovely face, breaking into a grin. "But with you? Sure, let's burn one. I'd be honored to get stoned with you. And you'll be here to take care of me, right?"

"Sure, I'll take care of you, babe," she said with a seductive smile. She paused to kiss me with more than a bit of passion. "Actually, I haven't smoked any reefer since I was a senior in high school, but I thought it would be rather fun to share what could be a rather intimate experience together." I didn't miss her reference to 'a rather intimate experience'. "So, do you think you could manage to roll us a joint, babe? And before you say anything about it being wasteful, I just thought a joint would more properly 'set the mood', as it were." She got up to go toward the kitchen, then sat a couple of beers on the table.

"I think I can manage, babe." I wondered just what she may have been 'setting the mood' for. "You may not have known this, but I was a joint man back when I got high. Let's see the vial and the papers, sweetie." After she gave them to me, I took a drink of my beer and began to prepare the smoke so I could roll a bone, as it consisted of some rather compressed sticky sinsemilla buds. 

"You look like you know what you're doing when it comes to rolling joints, Danny. If you don't mind me asking, why'd you stop smoking dope? Did you get busted or something?" 

"Why, thank you, darlin'. Thank you very much," I told her with a smile, taking a drink of my beer. I had always been sort of proud of my ability to roll a competent bone. I observed her grinning. "Actually, no, I didn't get popped, although I came awfully close to it a time or two. Ask me about it sometime." 

"I think this will be pretty neat, you and I getting loaded together." She looked me directly in the eyes, leaning in and added in a stealthy whisper, "And I get somewhat horny after smoking dope, you know." She tittered nervously as she did, before kissing me with a quiet passion.

"What a coincidence! From what I can remember, I get quite randy after I get high as well. Maybe we'll be able to work something out between us," I laughed as I handed her the bone. I was becoming very interested in where this little dialogue might be heading.

"Perhaps we shall," she said with a sly grin. "Why, thank you so very much, kind sir!" she commented with a mock British upper-crust accent added to her voice. I held a match for her to light the joint. "Whoa! This tastes like some prime reefer here," she commented after holding in a long slow draw on the joint, and passed it to me. 

"You're right. This does taste like some very good smoke." I took a healthy toke from the joint and handed it back to her. It had been quite a while since I had smelled the odor of marijuana so close to me, and the sensation brought back many fond memories. "Umm, how are you feeling, babe?" I ran my fingers through her sweet-scented hair, curious as to how the smoke was affecting her.

"You might not believe this, honey, but I think I'm getting there already," she told me. She had a silly grin on her face after she had held in her hit and passed it to me. Although on Beth's face, it really didn't look "silly". It somehow looked sexy. In hindsight, I think I might have been trying to imagine what her breasts looked like. Without the shirt in the way. We continued passing the bone back and forth and as it got progressively smaller, I took a few drinks of my beer. 

"It's getting pretty small." I proceeded to take a lengthy hit of the joint. I was quite pleasantly stoned, and was enjoying myself immensely. I continued to undress her with my eyes.

"Yeah... that's what she said," she quipped with a devilish grin. As I passed the joint back to her, I noticed her eyes were beginning to redden. "I think this thing is spent, babe." She set it down in the ashtray. She stared at her Beck's for several long moments, transfixed by the geometric patterns forming by the condensation on the bottle, then asked, "Where is Bremen, honey?" 

"It's in northern Germany. Somewhat close to Hamburg, a port city on the North Sea."

"You don't mind, do you, babe? I'm feeling kinda drowsy." She smiled innocently, and wrapped her dainty hand around my back as she lay her head on my lap. I looked down at the sight of her slender body laying on its side, with her jeans highlighting the enticing curves of her firm ass. 

"Umm, I hope you realize that I might 'rise to the occasion', if you catch my drift," I informed her with a wide grin. I was alluding to the likely consequences of my cock being so close in proximity to her face, not to mention her mouth. 

"I hope you realize that it's not as if I was exactly oblivious to your rather painfully obvious erections," she told me with a chuckle. "Sheesh! Did you possibly think I was under the impression that you had a crescent wrench in your pocket pressing into my belly?! I knew you were glad to see me." She giggled as she did, then continued as I observed her with a wide grin. "And quite frankly, I was flattered. I think the world of you. You've let me proceed in this alliance at my own speed. You've never pressured me once to go any farther than I wanted to go. You've let me define the parameters of this relationship, babe. You've respected me in every way. In fact, despite my limited experience in such matters, I'm pretty sure that I... -- well, there's no other way to say this -- I'm pretty sure I love you, Danny." She looked me directly in the eyes, and I felt an instantaneous tightening in my chest. There was an uncomfortable pause in the conversation while we both considered what she had just said. At this point, I think I would be best depicted as "pleasantly dazed". In retrospect, I must have suspected it; but to hear her actually say it was quite a different story. Quite a different story indeed. 

"Yes, I'm quite sure of it. I'm in love with you," she said rather abruptly. She looked up into my face for a response. I wasn't really certain of what, if any, emotions were showing. "I hope you aren't alarmed, but you're intelligent, you're really funny, you're kind, you're informed, you tend to be gentle, and, last but not least, you're pretty good looking." She was wearing a radiant smile as she moved her head upwards to kiss me sensuously on the lips, and by looking into her eyes I could sense she had meant every word she said. I was quite exhilarated.


Rendezvous



"But it was a crescent wrench, babe... how did you know?" I joked. I stalled for time as I wondered what I'd say to her after her stunning revelation. "And I was glad to see you. Very glad. And I think the world of you as well, honey. You're very intelligent, you're loving, you're kind, you're polite, and, you may think I'm going out on a limb here, but you're quite beautiful to me. You really are." I looked to see her blushing slightly as I spoke. 

"And although I have only one or two past experiences to compare it with, you can rest assured that I love you as well, girlfriend." I pulled her up to me and we engaged in an ardent kiss, sharing our tongues, our lips, our passion. I lazily stroked her hair as she reposed her body to the couch, laying her head on my lap. "I do love you, Beth." I looked down to see her beaming radiantly. "And I'm in love with you as well," I concluded frankly. There. I said it. It seemed as if a tremendous weight was lifted off of my shoulders. On the other hand, I could just eliminate all of the melodrama and just say it felt good. And it did. It felt good.

"You know, I think the two of us had sensed we both loved each other, but both of us knew of the impending repercussions. On one hand, you are looking forward to law school at the U of A, while on the other hand, I'm planning to get my masters degree at UC Berkeley." She reached up to gently caress my hair. 

"Yeah, I know, Beth, and I've given it some thought as well. Who's to say that you couldn't get a job here?" I posed the question to her, thinking my logic was sound. I hoped. I was pretty ripped myself. "And who's to say I couldn't come out there?" I blurted out before I had really known what I was saying. 

"That's definitely possible, but do you know what? We have a couple of years or so until we cross that bridge," she pointed out. She looked me in the eyes as she went on. "I suggest we stop worrying so much about the future, and simply enjoy each other now. Enjoy the moment, as the maxim goes. Do you have any objections to that?" she said to me while grinning nervously. "Man, I'm higher than a jaybird!" she exclaimed joyfully. She had a wide grin on her face, then abruptly stood up and grabbed my hand. "Come on... I have an idea," she instructed me. She took my hand in hers, and I followed her wordlessly as she led me down a hallway to the door of what I assumed to be her room. 

"C'mon in... lover," she said rather huskily. She tittered nervously as she opened the door to her room. Her matter-of-fact use of the term 'lover' thrilled me. 

The room definitely had a counterculture feel to it, with Peter Max and Grateful Dead posters tacked to the walls. There was a Jimi Hendrix poster hanging on the wall as well, and she even had one of those 'Desiderata' posters up. The room held a faint trace of strawberry incense, as if it had been recently burned there, and it had quite a pleasing effect overall. 

A small flickering candle on her dresser provided the only light in her room, with the end result being that the room had an almost eerie glow to it. I noticed a futon in one corner of the room, and she nudged me toward it. 

"Sit down, sweetie. Make yourself at home. Do you like my room?" She sat down on the edge of the futon. As I watched, she lit a stick of incense. 

"What's not to like? It's definitely you, babe. And do you mean by 'make yourself at home' that I can take off my shoes and socks and throw them randomly around the room?" 

Upon seeing her engagingly smile, I joined her by slowly easing myself to the thin mattress beside her. As I reached the soft bedding, she pulled me close and kissed me warmly, wrapping her arms around me gently and easing to the bed, pulling me on top of her. 

"Help me take off my top," she whispered breathlessly, looking lovingly into my eyes. 

I was quite pleased at the direction this thing appeared to be heading. I reached down and loosely grasped the bottom hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head as she held her arms out, and cast it aside. 

As I expected, her breasts were superb. They weren't large ponderous breasts, which I consider rather cumbersome, but her breasts seemed so... elegant, for lack of a better term. Conical is the word I find coming to mind when I try to attach a descriptive term, but it isn't quite accurate. Perhaps 'economical' would be more apt, as in 'more than a handful is a waste', and they seemed to defy gravity. Her breasts projected out inconspicuously from her chest with small dime-sized areolas, with prominent nipples jutting proudly upward, and her creamy mounds of flesh contrasted sharply with her deeply tanned body. 

I quickly removed my own shirt, leaning into her to kiss her tender well-formed lips as she pulled me tightly to her body. Her perky nipples pressed into my chest, and our breathing quickened considerably. I kissed Beth passionately, sliding my tongue between her slightly parted lips, our tongues intermingling excitedly in our mouths, and maintaining eye contact as we did, expressing the desire within our eyes. 

I moved the kiss from her soft lips, lazily meandering across her face to her lithe neck, lightly sucking and kissing the smooth skin I found there, and she began to ease her fingers through my hair as I hesitantly continued to her delicate breasts. I kissed all over her small firm breasts, licking and gently nibbling her erect nipples, with her dainty fingers pulling more urgently at my hair, and her murmuring almost inaudibly. Her legs had subtly separated on the futon, and I found myself between them as I kissed, nibbled, and licked across her flat belly, teasing her navel with a tapered tongue. I looked up into her captivating eyes, and she was looking toward me with a serene smile on her face. 

As we exchanged loving gazes, I brought my hands to the top of her jeans, and I worked the button free and her zipper down. I positioned my grip to the sides of her pants, and with concurrent nods of our heads, she lifted her hips slightly off of the futon, and I took my time leisurely removing her pants, drinking in the enchanting view. In the dim light, her panty-clad body appeared lovely, and I was quite sure it would have held up in the full light of day. 

Her panties hugged tightly to her hips, and despite the reduced light, the wet spot on her underwear was evident. I found myself aware of the sensual aroma arising from her womanly charms, and it was a seductive essence. I started to undo the button on my jeans in the first act of shedding them, but then her hand rested on mine. Beth looked at me and made a simple request. "Don't. Let me."

She stood up abruptly, and gently pushed me onto my back, looking at me with a sexy smile as she worked to undo the button on my jeans. When the button was free, she slowly pulled down my zipper, and moved her hands to the belt loops on the side of my pants. I looked at her and smiled, lifting my hips, and she inched them down, then removed them from my legs. She immediately stared wide-eyed at my rising swollen shaft, unrestrained by the constraints of boxers or jockeys. It seemed as if she wanted to say something, hesitated a few moments, and then decided against it. 

Instead, she tentatively moved her hand toward my stiff rod, and she then wrapped her fingers lightly around it. I was watching her dainty hand, and from where I was lying, it seemed as if Beth was acclimating herself to the texture of my hardness. She gazed over into my face, wearing only a soft smile, and with her soft hand initiating a gentle motion up and down the throbbing length of my cock. The sensations I was experiencing from her hands' introduction to my pulsing shaft were varied. They were sensuous and thrilling. There were elements of passion and desire. 

All of her tender stroking had caused a somewhat large drop of pre-cum to accumulate on the swollen head, and she stopped what she was doing, bringing her finger to the swollen head of my hard prick. Beth lazily smeared the slit on my cockhead, gathering up my pre-cum, and she looked at me with uncertainty in her eyes, bringing her finger to her pursed lips. In one smooth motion, she tasted my juices, then slid her finger seductively into her mouth. As she pulled a clean finger from her mouth, she locked onto my eyes, and casually shrugged one shoulder and tilted her head, as if to say, 'What was all the fuss about?' 

I noticed a slight sheen of perspiration on Beth's forehead and upper breasts, and her pert breasts glistened in the soft light. I took in the enticing view of her standing in front of me, and I reached out my hands to her panties, hooking my thumbs in her scant covering and easing it slowly down her slender legs. She was standing in front of me naked, and as I appreciated her nude form, I thought I could scarcely make out a crease between her legs before she quickly eased into bed beside me.

We lay side by side, looking into each other's faces, and Beth leaned in to kiss me, taking my face in her hands as she delivered her tongue between my welcoming lips. I situated my hand on her slightly rounded hip, feeling her perky breasts resting against my chest, and sucking softly on her tongue as it danced wildly in my mouth. My hand eventually wandered to the junction of her thighs, where the narrow spread of her legs was gradually widening, and she commenced to kissing and lightly sucking upon my neck. I moved my fingers slowly to her finely-haired pubic mound. 

She was still sucking on my neck with inspired fervor as I lazily ran my finger along the glistening lips of her dewy slit, and I knew then I had to taste her. I gently dipped a finger into her tight quim, and she stopped sucking on my neck to gasp softly. Looking into her exuberant face, I brought my finger to my lips, tasting her piquant juices, and she paid deliberate attention to me licking her juices with enthusiasm. I returned my hand to where her legs met her body, and slowly ran my finger up along the length of her puffy lips, avoiding her erect clit purposely. 

One finger was inserted into her wet grasping pussy, then two fingers, and I started a slow rhythm within her. She pulled my face down to her lips and kissed me with smoldering need, darting her tongue in and out of my mouth. Taking her face in my hand while softly stroking her hair, I kissed her in a manner skirting on bawdy. I repeatedly thrust my tongue into her mouth, only to be lustily greeted by hers, and gradually eased my face away. Kissing and licking my way to her pert breasts, I focused on one of her perky nipples, then the other, and bathed them lovingly with a flattened tongue, softly sucking upon them. Conceiving of an unbusied approach to sucking and nibbling across her flat stomach, I carried it out, and brought one hand to caress her taut breasts, while the other moved lazily towards her dewy slit. 

As I reached her hollowed navel, I searched it with the tip of my tongue as my hand meandered to her sparse pubic mound, and I brought two fingers upwards along her very wet pussy. I slowly moved my fingers within her pouty lips, feeling how wet she had become, and I kissed and nibbled toward her wispy-thin triangle. Feeling her hands on my head, delicately urging me downward to the source of her fragrant essence, I gladly accepted her hint, moving my head between her widespread legs. I appreciatively took in the sight of her soaked pussy, and as I inhaled her fragrant bouquet, I noted the widespread lips of her labia, gleaming in the paltry light of the flickering candle. I moved to kiss her inner thighs, both of them, kissing and licking all the way to where her legs met her torso, but not yet touching her dripping center. 

I felt her hands return to the back of my head, softly gripping my hair, and I flattened my tongue and drew it vertically along the length of her swollen lips, delighting in the taste of her savory juices. I perceived a soft moan coming from Beth's lips, and after running my tongue along her swollen lips, I searched out her tight hole. Gently sucking on her distended lips, drawing her tender flesh in my mouth, and upon releasing it, I eased my tongue into her. At the same time, I gently insinuated my hands beneath her splendid ass, reveling in the feel of her firm flesh. I heard her moan again, a bit louder this time, and the hands on the back of my head applied a faint pressure as I pushed my tongue impetuously into her juicy cunt. 

Easing my tongue in and out of her dewy slit, a moderate rhythm developed itself, and as I peeked up at Beth from between her raised thighs, I saw her eyes closed tightly, with an almost inappreciable smile crossing her face. I luxuriated in her abundant juices as I ran my tongue along the length of her once more, this time stopping when I reached her proud nub, and took a few playful stabs at her core with my tongue. I bathed it lightly with my tongue several times, and this time when I glanced at her, her head was moving back and forth, eyes still tightly closed, but this time what would have to be described as a tight-lipped grin was affixed on her face. I tenderly surrounded her swollen clit with my lips, and applied a very light suction to it, and her hands pulled my face tightly toward her. Sucking harder, I heard a very low-toned stream of incoherent language being emitted from her lips, as her hips begin to rise up toward my face, with almost imperceptible jerks of her soaked pussy toward my welcoming mouth. 

Taking a few playful swipes of my tongue at her feisty clit, I then ran my tongue up the length of her juicy cunt. Wrapping my lips around her bulging clitoris, she emitted a sound resembling sort of a high-pitched mewling, tightening her thighs closely around my head, tight enough to become worrisome, until she finally went limp on the futon, breathing heavily. I made a trail of kisses across her stomach and her breasts, then quickly shifted my weight and positioned myself by her side. I slid my arm underneath her lithe neck, and looked at her attractive face for several minutes as she recovered from her consummation. She turned to me and smiled unrestrainedly.

"Wow! No one has ever done that for me before, Danny... ever!" she gushed, her lovely face radiantly beaming. She kissed me impetuously while wrapping her arms around me, slipping her tongue inside my mouth to meet mine. "Thank you, and I mean it." She paused with a look of bemused surprise on her face. "Hmm... so that's what I taste like, eh?" 

"That's you, babe, do you like it? I know I do," I told her and smiled. I saw her blush slightly. "And don't mention it. I'm really quite surprised I am the first to taste you. I really am. In fact, I'm honored. I can tell you honestly that I've wanted to taste your pu...," I started to say, then corrected myself. "I mean, umm..., taste your 'kitty', yeah, that's what I'll call it, from about the first day I met you."

"You can say 'pussy' in front of me, Danny! And if I must remind you, a few moments ago you had your tongue in mine," she pointed out to me and giggled. "Girls use it pretty commonly these days. I mean, I try not to say it too often, but girls generally don't say 'he put his pee-pee in my vagina'. 'Pee-pee' is way too schoolyard, while 'vagina' is far too clinical, although I'm pretty sure 'vagina' is from the Latin for sheath, which I think is a fairly apt description," Beth informed me. "From the first day you met me, huh? Color me flattered. So why didn't you say anything? And where did you come up with that 'kitty' thing?" 

"'Why didn't I say anything?" I repeated her words for effect, and explained, "I think that's in Chapter 2 of the book How to Get a Woman to Instantly Despise You - 'Excuse me, ma'am, but may I eat your pussy?' Doesn't usually work, unless you happen to be in the Red Light district and have a few hundred dollars in your pocket." 

"And I'd still like to hear the origin of 'kitty'. I have a feeling I'll be rapt." "Oh, the 'kitty' thing," I said, looking over at Beth's elegant features, "an old girlfriend of mine used it to describe her 'intimates', shall we say. And to be perfectly frank with you, hearing you say 'pussy' somewhat excites me." 

"It shows, honey... and what shall we call this?" she inquired snickering. She pointed at the throbbing cock jutting from my body. "Hmmm -- let's see, 'pee-pee' doesn't seem to do it justice, and 'dick' is a tad schoolyard, I think -- so in this situation, I think we should call it a 'cock' by default." She was demonstrating her expertise in the field of street semantics. "But in your case, maybe we should call it your 'big, hard, pulsing cock'." 

"So, Danny... shall we proceed to the next step, darlin'? I believe I want you inside of me," she told me smiling. She knew she was driving me to my limits. "To be precise, I want this thing," she said while wrapping her dainty hand around my hard shaft, "your 'big, hard, pulsing cock' inside of me," Beth purred. It was a bit beyond mere suggestiveness, shocking me with her candor.

It took several moments for me to digest all of the information Beth had dispersed in the last several minutes, but knowing of Beth's unending enjoyment from shocking me, I tried to collect myself.

"Beth, believe me, I want to 'get in your pants', to use a not-so-subtle euphemism. And I also would like to get my 'big, hard, pulsing cock', your term, inside of you -- you can be sure of that -- but what about birth control? The last thing we need is a child. Well, maybe not exactly the last thing; the last thing might be if we were fused together at the hips. But you get my point... and I don't carry a rubber in my wallet. Never have."

"It's a moot point, Danny. I'm on the Pill," she said, surprising me yet again. "And call me naive, but I don't see you as an intravenous drug user, and we already discussed the homo thing -- excuse me, that's 'gay' thing, Mr. Politically Correct -- and I don't think you're either one of them. Call me a novice, or call me in love, or you can call me both, but I don't want you wearing anything. Why?" she asked rhetorically, and before I could respond, "You don't have to wear anything because I love you, Danny. And loving you includes trusting you not to do anything to hurt me. And I do trust you. But for one who delivered such an eloquent discourse on the discomfort of using condoms, I'm quite touched by the fact you were considering purchasing one to use for our 'sexual congress', your term." 

I didn't detect any sarcasm in her voice, which was something in itself. "No wonder I love you, Danny," she said. Somewhat out of character, she didn't smile. 

"Are you sure, Beth? This could change our relationship drastically, you know." I was secretly hoping she wouldn't change her mind. "I want to do this as much as you do, honey -- damn, I want to do this -- but I don't want to do anything to endanger our friendship." 

I looked to see her silently nodding, looking at me intently. 

"We both know what sexual relationships can do to friendships. It can make bitter enemies of former good friends. It would kill me to place our unique love affair in jeopardy." I proceeded to put the ball in her court. "So this is what I'm going to do. I'm leaving it up to you. If you think we can navigate our intimate friendship through the treacherous tides of sexual intimacy, then so be it. We'll do it." I looked over at her attractive face, hoping she would easily refute my logic. I was counting on it.

"Okay, Danny," she said to me almost immediately. She paused momentarily to consider her next words. "Here's the way I see it -- one, we may ruin our relationship, which is doubtful, but remains a possibility -- on the other hand, we may strengthen our relationship. Are we willing to risk it? I don't know about you, but I am. Baby, I can see your point at being reluctant to risk our friendship, and I appreciate your unselfishness to point those risks out, but Danny, please consider this point: we don't resemble any other couple!" 




Rendezvous



"And two, I think this bond is plenty strong to withstand, and I quote, 'the treacherous tides of sexual intimacy'; nice metaphor by the way, babe," she commented parenthetically. She continued without skipping a beat. "Hell, I've known girls who have had five lovers and more in the year and a half we've been, quote/unquote, 'acquainted', if you will. And Danny, you haven't had any lovers. I'd know. The school isn't that big. Granted, it's big, but not big enough for the juicier bits of the girls' grapevine to elude me." Again she had a point. 

"People already think we're doing each other now, Danny," she told me. 

Again, she had yet another point. Most of my friends, both male and female, suspected our denials were an amateurish attempt to be inconspicuous. If I were an outsider, I'd have likely thought the same thing. I think we may have even had a sexual 'glow' about us. Only without the sex. I believe I was convinced. 

I took her tightly into my arms, running my hands down her back to gently cup the rounded globes of her firm ass, thrusting my tongue deeply into her mouth. Easing her onto her back, she slowly spread her slender legs, giving me a sultry smile. I gently wound my hands through her long silken strands, kissing her very tenderly at the corners of her sensuous lips. My hand meandered down to her downy pubic area, slowly approaching to her excited swollen pussy. 

As my fingers grazed her wet labia, I kissed her soft lips passionately, our tongues madly dancing within our mouths. I kissed my way to her lean neck, gently kissing and licking my way to her shoulder, and then continuing down to her milky-white breasts. Her erect nipple found its way to my mouth, and I ran my tongue softly against her perky flesh, trailing to her other nipple. Her fingers entwined in my hair as I slowly descended down her flattened tummy, kissing and nibbling my way to the beginning of her sparse pubic triangle. 

Reaching the junction of her thighs, she spread her legs widely, bending them at the knee. I moved to kiss and suck lightly on her inner thighs, and her hands were in my hair as I kissed ever so closer to her saturated flower. The center of her flowing slit attracted my kisses, and I drew her distended lips into my mouth, tasting her tart juices. I moved down to the beginning of her sultry womanhood, and I flattened my tongue, slowly bringing it up the length of her soaked pussy, and stopping when I arrived at her upright clit. Lightly swiping my tongue across her sensitive nub, and her hands on my head pulled me tightly against her body. 

Looking up at her face, she silently mouthed the words 'I want you now', and I kissed and licked my way across her flat belly. I arrived at her elegant breasts, kissing and licking on one, then the other, and finally reached her radiant face. Very softly at first, I kissed her, then with increasing passion as I eased my tongue into her mouth. She met mine with enthusiasm, our tongues wrestling within each other's mouths, and I positioned the bulging head at the entrance to her soaked excitement. Tempted to thrust my stiff prick deeply inside of her, I instead rubbed the swollen head all along the source of her moisture, gathering up her lubrication for my initial entry. 

Looking deeply into her mesmerizing eyes I applied firm, yet gentle pressure into her, I slid inside of her, and I was in awe of the amazing tightness of her sweet cunt. There was a look of muted elation on the face of the woman I loved, and I initiated a slow easy rhythm within her, feeling her arms around my back, pulling me close. As I began to thrust harder and deeper into her lubricated quim, I took her perky nipples into my mouth, at first one, then the other, tenderly bathing them with my tongue. Her tight wet pussy was the target of my pistoning hard cock, and as my swollen balls slapped lightly against her superb derriere, she positioned her hands on my ass, pulling me even deeper within her. I moved my face to the side of her neck, sucking and licking on her smooth skin there, and she whispered provocatively in my ear, "Yes, Danny! Fuck me! Oh baby! Fuck me hard!" lost in the throes of passion. 

When I heard her enthusiastic pleas, I pounded her drenched pussy mercilessly, and she met my every thrust with a very alluring expression on her attractive face. Continuing to hammer into her tight slit, Beth pulled me down to her to kiss me with heartfelt emotion, and I could sense that familiar feeling in the back of my swollen balls. She was moving her head from side to side, her eyes tightly closed, and I continued to drive my shaft deeply into her. 

Suddenly, she wrapped her legs around the back of my thighs, and as I drove into her deeply, she began to utter a subdued stream of rousing off-color language into my ear. Releasing a deluge of warm pearly white cum into her womb, I could feel her vaginal walls contracting around me, and I moved my lips to hers, kissing her with love and affection. Backing my face away until I was inches from her pretty face, I gazed into her pretty blue-gray eyes, and she smiled lovingly at me. We rested in silence for several minutes before Beth spoke.

"Danny, I loved that -- we were loving, we were intimate, we were passionate -- we didn't just fuck..., we made love," she said dreamily.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, girlfriend. I very much enjoyed it myself," I told her without pretense, "And fucking comes later; we'll work up to that," I told her with a wide grin.

"That's not funny!" she said as she punched my arm semi-sharply. "We just shared an amazing intimate experience," she said with conviction, "or don't you see it that way?" .

"I'm sorry. I was just being a wise-ass. You're right, baby. It was loving. It was intimate. It was passionate." I attempted to repair her hurt feelings. 

"Really?" She looked to see me nodding with a smile on my face. "You know, I was worried about that somewhat, given all of your sexual experience."

"Beth, I'm not all that sexually experienced. I stayed with my first girlfriend for five years." 

"I believe you, Danny. I appreciate your honesty when dealing with your sordid past," she said grinning, looking at me with affection. "And just to clear this little issue with no misunderstandings, when I said 'no one has ever done this for me before', or something to that effect, I didn't only mean 'oral sex', although now I know the reason it's called 'giving head'. I meant no one had ever given me an orgasm. You know, climax. Spasm. Riding the pony. Discharge. Getting off. The big 'O'. Cum. You're the first, Danny... other than my own hand, that is," she said with an impertinent smile on her face. "But they were nothing like the rapture you bestowed upon me a little while ago. Again, thank you. I love you, babe. And I'll see if I can maybe make it up to you," she said with something of an inviting grin of her face.

"Wow... what about all of your other boyfriends?" I inquired of her. I sincerely wanted to know the answer, while feeling quite full of myself with the knowledge that I had brought her initial orgasm. Well, other than her own hand. "And why are you on the Pill?" 

"Haven't I already told you that I only had two 'real' boyfriends?" she reminded me. I realized she had told me. "And by 'real', I meant that I 'did it' with them or 'went all the way'. 'Going all the way' consisted of two lousy minutes, and that's giving them the benefit of the doubt, of unfocused humping and heavy breathing. And the Pill? Well, neither of my so-called lovers wore protection, and I started thinking what a tragedy it would have been to have either one of those sphincters' children. So I listened, I read a lot, and then marched right up to the public clinic and obtained the pill. Just in case. And then I met you. Like I said, you've let me advance at my own pace -- and I love you for that. You see, I was a pretty protected kid when I was growing up. An all-girl Catholic high school, not being able to date until I was 16, a sexually-repressed mother and father who didn't bother teaching me about the 'facts of life'. At all," she said, sounding pretty exasperated. I put my arm around her shoulder, thinking that the all-girls school and not being able to date until she was 16 would go a long way in explaining why she only had two boyfriends. 

"You seemed to do more than okay a little while ago. How did...," I began to say when Beth cut in.

"I listened a lot. You'd be surprised at how randy the things that are said in the girls' locker room or bathroom are. I've heard girls bragging they screwed some trophy lay, like a professor or something. I don't know if it was true, but I've heard certain professors had creative ways of allowing you to earn 'extra credit', if you will," she said with a displeased expression on her face. "I read quite a bit. And actually, I was just more or less following your lead. I trusted you, and you proved worthy of that trust," she expressed, then said, "And best of all... you lasted more than two minutes." She laughed as she did, kissing me sweetly when she was through.

"Yeah, I was good for at least three, and hell, I might even have lasted four minutes," I kidded her. I looked to see her giggling. "Believe it not, I was a two-minute man myself in the early stage of the game. I kinda think we all are."

"Umm... how old were you at this so-called 'early stage of the game'?" she inquired. She was looking at me with sincere interest.

"Now, I'm going to be honest with you here, so don't brand me as promiscuous or anything," I bargained. "Fourteen."

"Well, it's not like I've never heard of that before. Just out of curiosity... how old was she? And while I'm at it, what was her name?" 

I was quite surprised she had asked me those questions.

"You know what, Beth? I'll be damned if I even remember it. You see, I was really drunk, you see, and...," I looked at her to see her rolling her eyes. "No, I'll be honest ; she was a mature 14. And her name was Rae. Pretty name, huh? And I might point out, we stayed together for about five years, so I haven't had a boatload of girlfriends either." 

"Rae, huh? You're right. It is a pretty name. It sounds to me as if you were both rather 'precocious', shall we say. Did you love her? And, did you -- well, you know -- do everything?" 

"Yeah, I guess we were precocious in a sense. She was my first. And yes, I loved her. And, I think we did everything that a 'normal' heterosexual couple does, but I would guess that depends on how you define 'normal'."

"Woman on top, huh? Let's just say that I'm intrigued," she said smiling. She leered at me. "Did she, umm, you know... umm, orally satisfy you?" Beth nervously struggled to ask me.

"Why, yes she did, Beth. Why do you ask?" I was curious as to where this line of questioning was leading.

"Well... I think I want to do it for you," she said. As she was saying the words I felt myself begin to stiffen. "No, I'm sure I want to do it for you. I mean, you did it for me and made me feel so good. I'm pretty sure I want to return the favor. It's only fair." 

I felt a huge smile growing on my face.

"First of all, you would do it for us; not for me. And it's not about 'fair', darlin'. I did what I did to you because I wanted to. And I enjoyed it. Are you sure, honey? I mean...," I was about to say when she cut in.

"I've been thinking about it since you made me cum so beautifully tonight. I can't begin to describe the sensations I felt. It's the least I can do. Better yet, I want to do this. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Simply put, I want to taste you, Danny." 

As my erection rose up even more, she looked at my face for a reaction.

"Okay, honey. If you're sure, I'm game." I kissed her enthusiastically, and rolled over on my back. The fact was, I was way more than merely game. I think I might have been World Series in relation to 'game', if that's a reasonable analogy. That is to say, 'considerably more than game'.

With that, she climbed on top my body and lay on top of me. She kissed me on the lips, hesitantly and with her lips closed at first, and then she gradually became more aggressive with her sweet kisses. I ran my hands softly over her exquisite rounded ass, feeling her hair reach my hands, and she eased her tongue into my mouth, swirling her tongue in unison with mine. Stroking her hair from the middle of her back to where it ended at her splendid ass, she raised her head and looked directly into my eyes. I saw hints of love. I saw suggestions of desire. I saw expressions of pleasure. 

I looked to see her smile slightly, then she moved her soft lips to the side of my neck, licking and sucking tenderly, and she slowly started to descend down my body. She paused as she came to my erect nipples, pausing to bathe each one with her tongue as she softly sucked upon them, drawing a low moan from my lips. She looked up at me and smiled when she heard me moan, then very deliberately and slowly kissed and nibbled her way across my stomach, and I felt her firm breasts on the top of my thighs. She very briefly inserted her tongue into my navel, and then she very slowly kissed a path to the top of my pubic hair.

"Danny, I've never done this before," she told me in a nervous whisper. She looked up at me expectantly. "I want to do this for you -- for us -- but I don't really know how to go about it. Will you tell me what to do?"

"This might surprise you, honey, but I've never done it in my somewhat brief history either," I pointed out in a soft tone while grinning. I noticed her begin to frown, and I hurried to quell her fears. "Look Beth, first of all, I'm quite honored I'll be your first. Secondly, I don't want you to do this if you're not sure. And lastly, don't worry about it, baby. Just the fact that you have your hand on my cock is thrilling enough to me. Just do what seems natural," I reassured her while looking at her enchanting face, "and I'm sure you'll do just fine."

Kissing in the area near the beginning of my pubic growth, continuing downward until my straining cock gently poked her beneath her chin, she pulled her head away slightly. She looked down at my swollen shaft, and I noticed her very seductively, if not purposely, slowly licking her lips, and she gently wrapped her fingers around my prick. Very slowly, she lowered her head to my shaft, and I felt her hair flowing over my thighs as she hesitantly kissed on the crown. 

Tentatively sticking her tongue out of her mouth, she lightly touched the skin beneath the sensitive bulging head, and feeling me twitch, she quickly moved to the base of my manhood. She slowly drew her tongue up my swollen length, and when she reached the tip, she looked into my eyes and smiled, taking the bulging head into her mouth. I felt her tease the sensitive underside of my stiff cock with a lively tongue as she took more of my prick into the sweet recesses of her mouth, and I noticed as she slowly withdrew my hardness from her mouth her sensuous lips had formed a perfect 'o'. 

Upon reaching the expanded head of my straining prick, she teased the underside before plunging me into the back of her mouth, and the effect was very arousing. She initiated a slow process, moving back and forth on my swollen rod, and I gently insinuated my hands into her hair, gently grasping her head to guide her. She continued these movements for what seemed like five minutes, and the mere fact her pretty face was sliding up and down my hard tool was bringing me close to eruption, despite the fact we had just made love a little while ago. Occasionally, she would look me directly in the eye, with love and an intimation of a grin in her eyes, and she would apply even greater suction. I felt a familiar sensation rising in my balls, and I thought it only fair to warn her of my impending release.

"Baby," I think I'm going to cum," I warned her. I was pretty confident I was being truthful in my appraisal.

"Umm... isn't that the point?" she said softly in a hushed voice quite logically after she backed her lips off of my pulsing prick, with a note of both confusion and slight irritation. Apparently she wasn't familiar with the term 'spitter'.

"If you say so, lover." I watched as she attacked my swollen shaft with a renewed vigor. She began to move her lips along my hard cock, all the while applying her tongue to the sensitive undersurface, and she advanced until the head touched the back of her mouth. She must have sensed I was close, as she began to bob her head quickly up and down my pulsing rod, and just as she looked into my eyes I unleashed my first torrent of cum inside her mouth. She registered a look of surprise on her elegant face, but gathered herself and quickly swallowed that spurt and the resulting shots immediately following. She lovingly kissed and cleaned my softening shaft, and then slowly kissed and nibbled her way up my body. 

"Beth... I love you," I told her, and pulled her face close to mine. 

"Okay -- I don't want to seem self-serving or anything, but I have to know -- how was I?" she said hesitantly. She was wearing a look that evoked sympathy.

"You were incredible. You were sensual, you were tantalizing, you were sexy, you were...," I stopped in mid-sentence and looked at her. She was positively glowing. "Umm, ever read Bernard Malamud?" 

"Why, certainly. I read 'The Natural', I think when I was in eleventh grade. Why do you ask?" 

"That's the one -- 'The Natural' -- except you don't hit home runs, you give pleasure with your mouth, not to mention other areas of your body, although I just did." 

"Really? Good. Because to be honest with you, I rather enjoyed it. I didn't really mind the taste, although it's probably not something I'd put on an ice cream sundae. The feeling of power was neat. It really was. If you don't mind, honey, I think I'll want to do this a lot more." Her blue-gray eyes sparkled at me as she spoke.

"Aww... no way!" I pouted in mock anger. "You've just made me a very happy man, baby," I told her gleefully. "Perhaps we ought to try and get some shut-eye, baby. It will be a special treat to sleep in your arms, lover."

"I believe you're right, lover. Thank you for a wonderful night. May there be many more. Good night, baby." She kissed me softly, flicking her tongue in my mouth, before nestling her head on my shoulder. "I love you," she whispered into my ear.

"Thank you, baby... and I love you too." I kissed her forehead, and we were sleeping in each other's arms quickly after our amorous night. After that eventful evening, we evolved into a rather passionate relationship, as we both enjoyed the charms of each other's bodies, and we took steps to indulge in those charms at every opportunity. We also continued to smoke reefer a little more than occasionally, and enjoyed the sense of intimacy the smoke seemed to provide. We parted on amiable terms after we left school, as neither of us were quite ready for marriage. She went home to San Diego, Mission Beach to be exact, and I stayed in Tucson to attempt to try and write a few stories I had some ideas for, getting them down on paper before entering law school.

The sweet fragrance of Beth's recently washed hair shook me out of my reverie. She was simply gorgeous. I hadn't seen her for a number of years, and although we talked only occasionally on the phone, we managed to remain very close friends over the years, albeit platonic friends. We still professed our love for one another, and I believe we were being candid. I know I was. Which culminated in this exchange.

"Come on in. It's great to see you. Would you like some coffee? I have some French Roast I've been saving for you," I remarked while smiling broadly, shaken from my daydream. I recalled that she enjoyed her coffee on the stronger side. 




Rendezvous



He was sitting at his computer, completely focused on the task in front of him. He never heard the knock on the door or the door opening. He knew nothing until he felt someone standing behind him.

He felt her hands on his shoulders just before he looked around. She gently massaged the knots out of his neck and shoulders. It felt good. He closed his eyes and started to relax.

He turned the chair around to face her. She stood there wearing a raincoat and red stilettos. As he watched she undid the belt of the coat. She slowly opened the coat to reveal what was beneath. He could see she was only wearing black stockings, a black garter and black lacy underwear. He could not believe what he was seeing.

She slowly walked towards him. She leant down and kissed him slowly and passionately. He responded fiercely, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He reached for her but she moved out of his reach. He knew that for now he was not allowed to touch.

She returned to stand in front of him. She reached forward to undo the buttons on his shirt. But it was taking too long so she ripped his shirt open. Buttons flew all over the room. She leant forward and kissed his male nipples. Nuzzling and sucking them. His hands itched to move, but he stopped himself from touching her.

She reached for his belt and removed it. She undid his trousers .... he was hard and throbbing! She knelt down in front of him, leaned forward and slowly took his engorged member into her mouth. At first, she rolled her tongue around the already wet head, but then started to take more of it until the head was at the back of her throat. At the same time she slowly stroked the base of the shaft with her left hand while gently slipping her right index finger into his ass. He was so excited that he started to perspire. She wanted to make him cum, but he wanted her bent over his desk. He slowly pulled out of her mouth and kissed her on her beautiful, full lips. He could taste himself on her.

He slid her very wet thong to one side and gently bent her over his desk. She was dripping wet and he got on his knees and roughly took her swollen clit in his lips. She sighed once and bucked as he ran his teeth over her entire bottom. He suddenly stood up and slipped into her. She took a very deep breath as he started to thrust harder and harder. He just couldn't get deep enough into her! After several minutes, she pushed him onto the carpeted floor and sat astride him, facing away. She moved up and down on his member while he massaged her clit.

They moved together as thought they were one! He reached down and touched her where their bodies joined. He caressed her clit. She went off like a rocket. She thought it was too much ... but was it?? He pumped harder and faster. She couldn't help herself and she exploded into a thousand pieces. He followed soon after. They lay there replete, exhausted. Or were they??

It was now 7 p.m. and they both decided that the office was no longer the place to be. They dressed .. as best they could. There was no way he could repair the shirt he had been wearing. Luckily he kept a spare shirt at the office. But what was she to do? She was wearing nothing but her underwear and a raincoat.

This was no problem. They decided to continue their liaison at a local motel. There would be no need for more clothing and they could order room service.

They reached the motel and for dinner they ordered champagne, strawberries and cream. When it arrived he poured the champagne. They drank. He suggested a shower and she agreed quite readily. The water was warm and sensual as it ran over their bodies in a smooth stream.

He began to wash her from top to bottom in slow soothing strokes. She began to moan. He moved over her breasts teasing each nipple in turn. He replaced his hands with his mouth, sucking each nipple until it was hard. He turned her around and placed her hands flat against the wall.

He reached around her and move his hands down her belly, feeling it quiver with anticipation. He moved his hands still lower until he reached his goal. Then gently her rubbed her. Her moans grew louder as he slipped a finger inside her. He was getting hard with the sounds she was making.

They came at almost the same time in a series of explosions that made them both shiver.

But they were not finished!! She undressed him fully, shivering at the sight of his still erect member. She removed her shoes and slowly peeled off her stockings. He was breathing hard and it took all of his strength to remain where he was ... lying on the floor. She kissed him on the mouth, full and hard. Before he could do anything she moved lower. Kissing and licking as she went. He reached for her breasts. They were heavy and full. He caressed them lovingly. She moved lower still and once again took him in her mouth, sucking and licking. He knew he couldn't take much more. Just before he came again, she stopped, and moved upwards.

She mounted him, accepting all of him inside her. They began to move together, slowly at first then faster and harder ......

He thrust his finger as high and hard as he could. Her knees began to tremble and she could hardly stand upright. He leant against her pinning her to the wall. It was the only thing stopping her from sliding to the floor of the shower. She could feel his erection pressing against her ... hard and hot and insistent!

He continued to stroke her and thrust another finger inside her. She screamed with pleasure, then shuddered as she came. But he was not finished yet. He bent her at the waist and in one smooth fluid movement he entered her. He was hard and throbbing inside her. She couldn't help herself and with one thrust he made her cum again. She screamed again and it was almost his undoing. He stopped and breathed deeply, he didn't want it to end just yet. After a moment or two he began thrusting again. The tempo increased .... as he thrust forward, she thrust back. They moved faster and faster .... harder and harder. Together they exploded.

Their skin was starting to wrinkle so they decided to leave the shower and dry off. He slowly patted every inch of her dry and they retired to the crisp white sheets of the King Size bed. They drank some more of the champagne then she fed him strawberries dipped in whipped cream.

He had a surprise waiting for her, a bottle of pre-heated massage oil. He slowly massaged every inch of her pretty white feet then up her calves and thighs. Some of the oil seeped between her legs and he expertly her massaged her in the area where the oil had gone.

She was burning up with need. She was on the verge of another orgasm but he wasn't done yet. He very gently parted her pussy lips and with great care licked her. As she started to cum, he carefully bit down on her engorged clit. She was exploding and wanted him inside her now!

He obliged her by slipping into her from behind, slowly but deeply. She continued to cum ... she couldn't stop. It was a turn on to him. His breathing became harsher and he thrust harder and faster. His orgasm was cataclysmic and it made her orgasm again.

Exhausted they slept for a time. They lay like two spoons with his arm around her. After a short while she awoke. His hand was gently cupping her left breast and his erection was pushing insistently at her back. She slowly slid from beneath his arm trying not to wake him ..... yet.

She knelt beside him and gently cupped his balls, rolling them in her hand. With her other hand she took hold of his shaft and slid her mouth over the tip. Using her tongue she laved him until she feel it hot and throbbing in her mouth. He was moaning with each swipe of her tongue. Although he was still gripped by sleep his hips started to thrust, driving deeper into her mouth. Just before he cam she stopped. She looked at his face and saw he was awake ... staring at her. She turned to face him and then straddled his lap ... sliding slowly onto him. His groan of pleasure was loud. He then sat up so they were face to face with her impaled upon him. It was her turn to make sounds of pleasure. The sensation of him inside her was almost too much.

He leaned forward and took one engorged nipple between his lips. He sucked it hard and she could feel it in every part of her body. Her back arched to allow him greater access to her breasts. He changed to her other nipple and repeated his actions. It was driving her wild. She started to rock back and forth creating and unbearable friction between them. She couldn't help herself and she reached down to rub her clit. He lay back to watch her, he told her not to stop. He held her by her hips as he thrust deeply into her. Within moments they came together amidst much moaning and screaming. She collapsed across his chest once more drained ........

After a short sleep they awoke and discovered that night was turning into day. It was time for them to part. They dressed in the clothes they had worn and left the motel. They kissed one last time as they parted. She went her way and he went his.

Their brief interlude was over. They had to return home and back to their ordinary lives. They had not even exchanged names.

She arrived at home, took her clothes off and had a shower. She knew her husband would be returning home today. He had been away on an overnight trip. She dressed carefully in her ordinary everyday clothes.

Half an hour later her husband walked through the door. They looked at each other before embracing and sharing a passionate kiss. Before they went to their bedroom, he said "Darling, we should have a liaison like that more often!"

You see the two people who shared the incredible night together were husband and wife.



Rendezvous



Amber opened the envelope again and looked at the key, taped to a note. The key fitted the door to the hotel suite and she swung the door open wide. On the table, directly in front of the door she could see a bouquet of perfect red rosebuds. Swinging the door closed, she picked the card up, from the table, and turned it over. There were only two words on the car “For You.”

She slipped the note out of the envelope and re-read the instructions. “Be at the suite at 2 pm. You will have all afternoon to get ready for dinner. I will pick you up at 7pm, Andrew.” She wandered into the bathroom and found that the bath was full of warm, scented, water. The perfume was light but heady and Amber stripped quickly, testing the water with a toe and slipping into the warm suds. She drifted sensually, buoyed up by the warm water and slowly caressed herself. 

Clean and deliciously relaxed, Amber climbed out of the bath and wrapped herself in the long, soft, robe. She padded across the bathroom and into the bedroom where she saw a series of boxes along the edge of the queen-sized bed. The first box had a not attached, with just four words “for you to wear.”

In the first box, Amber found a tiny pair of panties, a garter belt and a pair of stockings in black silk. She slipped the garter belt and the panties on, feeling them slide over her skin like a lover’s caress. Then she opened the next box and found a long black dress, made in fine shot silk. The dress had a high collar, with a row of buttons down the front, slightly off-centre. Amber slipped the dress on and fastened the tiny buttons, then looked at her image in the mirror. Her eyes seemed to be bluer and more piercing when she wore the dress and she realised that it accentuated her figure as though it had been made just for her. She saw a beautiful, sophisticated, young woman. She sat on the bed and rolled the sheer silk stockings along her calves, fastening them to the garter belt. Opening the last box, Amber found a pair of spike-heeled pumps and a matching evening purse. Everything fitted perfectly and Amber could feel the caress of the silk against her skin. On the base of the last box, underneath the `sole of the shoe was a label. “Go to the dressing table.” It said.

Amber sat in front of the dressing table mirror and saw a tortoiseshell barrette for her hair a pair of single pearl drops for her ears and a bottle of expensive perfume. She unstoppered the perfume phial and caught a whiff of warm, exotic scent. She dabbed a little of the perfume on her throat and wrists, and just a trace behind her ears. Then she fastened the pearls on and began to comb her hair, plaiting it and winding it into a simple, but elegant chignon. The barrette held the coil of lustrous hair in place, off the back of her neck. Instantly Amber became a graceful, elegant mysterious lady, all traces of the girl submerged in this new womanly creature. 

Propped behind the perfume phial, Amber found a final note. This was hand-written, just as the others had been. It said: “Dearest Amber, Thank you for trusting me this far. If you are reading this, you should be ready for dinner. You can still decline my invitation. If you would like dinner with me, and possibly spend the rest of the evening in my company, just dial 702 on the house phone. If you would rather not, you may leave and regard these gifts as tokens of my affection for you. Andrew.”

Amber looked at the note for a moment and cast her mind over the flurry of e-mails and the occasional meetings in chatrooms that she and Andrew had shared. She had seen his picture in the e-mail he had sent; she even knew he was an Englishman and a widower in his early forties. It had been her idea that they meet, when he had told her he was visiting the States. She had even rented a post-box, so that he could send her the note with the key in it. Now she had to make that decision. She looked in the mirror again, girl of nineteen? Or young woman nearly twenty? Amber took a deep breath and reached for the phone. She dialed and listened to the purr of the ringing tone for a few seconds. There was a click and a deep voice saying, “Good evening Amber. I was hoping you would call. Are you going to accompany me to dinner?” 

“I think I would like that.” Amber answered.

“Excellent! I shall be up to escort you in a few moments.” The voice replied.

Amber put the phone down and let her breath out with a whooshing sigh. She had felt a strange jolt, just at the sound of his voice. His British accent and the deep honey-and-velvet timbre were like a caress and she could feel flutter in her tummy as he spoke. Suddenly Amber was a girl again. A deep breath, a glance in the mirror and she managed to compose herself.

There was a gentle tap at the door and Amber spun around on her seat. She stood and moved over to the door, a definite shimmy in her step. The heels gave her walk a distinct tilt, accentuating her calves and adding a sexy sway to her hips. Suddenly, she felt like a femme fatale. The lock opened with a click and she swung the door open. Andrew stood in the doorway, a very dark grey, almost black suit with a vest. His shirt was crisp white cotton, pleated down the front and his necktie was an old-fashioned bow. She looked at the dash of grey at his temples and then was mesmerised by his grey-green eyes. For a moment, she forgot to breathe and then looked at his lips, wondering if he would kiss her. Her reverie was shattered when he lifted her hand from her side and brought it to his lips. Brushing them lightly across the back of her hand and then releasing it. Amber closed her eyes as the electric sensation of his kiss ripped through her body. 

He brought his hand from behind his back and presented her with a single, perfect, yellow rose. Amber took the bloom and inhaled the scent. Absently she noticed that the stem had been carefully trimmed and the thorns removed. She stepped back and gestured him to step inside.

“Good evening, Amber.” Said Andrew.

“Good evening.” Amber replied, blushing at the effect his voice was having “Would you help me with this?” she held the rosebud against the silk of her dress. She was sure that he would be able to see the hard points of her erect nipples pressing against the silk of her dress. His fingers lifted the silk and s delicately pinned the rosebud to her dress. She could smell the sharp tang of his cologne and, suddenly, she had an image of his fingertips against her bare skin. Then the pin was fastened and Andrew stepped back. Had amber imagined that his fingers had lingered on her breast, just a little longer than they needed to?

Andrew crooked his arm and offered Amber his elbow. Together, they walked out of the suite, pulling the door closed behind them. In the elevator, Andrew reached across and laid his strong fingers over her hand, the touch electrifying and robbing her of her breath for a moment. Beneath the canopy, a black limousine was waiting and a chauffeur had the door opened wide, as they descended the steps. Amber lowered herself into the seat and slid across, making room for Andrew. The door closed with an opulent clunk and the driver slid behind the wheel. Andrew leaned forward and spoke to the driver, “Charlie, just as we planned earlier. No rush, but don’t disturb us until we arrive.” Charlie nodded and replied, “Yes sir.” 

Amber was wide eyed and turned to Andrew. “How? What? Why?” she asked. Andrew smiled as he replied, “How? A few calls and a little cash. What? An evening with a beautiful lady. Why? Because I wish to.”

He pressed a button and the car was filled with soft, romantic, and music. Amber felt his hand close around her fingers as he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it very gently. He lowered it to the seat between them, but kept a light hold upon it. Amber, for her part, was content to leave it there, feeling the warmth spreading through her from that tiny point of contact.

The limousine glided through the early evening traffic, Charlie guiding the large vehicle skilfully. The darkened windows prevented them from being seen by passers by and Amber felt cocooned and, oddly, safe. Andrew was content to hold her hand gently, without pressing for closer contact. Outside, the sky began to darken and in the roof lining concealed lamps glowed softly. The music seemed to seep into her very soul, making her feel relaxed, yet alert.

Charlie drifted the limousine noiselessly to a halt outside a very discreet, yet luxurious, restaurant, He opened the door and Andrew slipped out, then walked around the car to offer Amber his hand, as Charlie opened the limousine door for her. The Maitre’d greeted them and raised an imperious finger. An attentive waiter appeared at his elbow to guide them to a table on the upper level. Below was a polished dance floor, where a few couples were dancing to the soft music from a quartet on a small stage in one corner.

The waiter appeared with menus for them each, but Andrew waved them away. “I shall have the mushrooms au crouton, followed by the sole meuniere. My friend will order for herself. “ He said, then leaned forward to murmur, “Whatever you wish for, they will make it for you.” Amber looked into Andrew’s eyes as he spoke and, suddenly, everything else went far, far, away. “Er, I’ll have the same, “ she answered the waiter. Andrew gestured to him, “Make sure the sole are thoroughly filleted, and would you send the sommelier over?” he ordered, softly. The waiter bowed and, a moment later a distinguished gentleman with a huge wine list appeared. Andrew consulted with him and pointed to a selection on the list. The sommelier nodded sagely and almost scurried away.

The mushrooms arrived, and were delicious. Amber could feel the creamy sauce slip over her tongue like silk and each sliver of mushroom was perfectly cooked. She could have been eating cardboard and the quartet could have been playing jackhammers, because Amber was lost in unashamed fantasies about this man, Andrew, taking her back to the hotel suite and making love with her.

Andrew tasted the wine and having pronounced it fit, watched as the sommelier filled their glasses. He raised his glass and said, just loud enough for her to hear, “A toast. To the most beautiful lady to grace this restaurant, to you.” Amber blushed and, feeling very grown up and ladylike, touched the rim of her glass to Andrew’s. The crystal sang gently and she took a large sip of the cool golden liquid.

They had emptied their plates without realising and the waiters whisked them away, replacing them with their soles meuniere. Andrew had adopted the America way of eating with just his fork and he used his left hand to illustrate what he was saying. When he talked about the fit of the dress, his hand traced an imagined caress in the air. Amber blushed at her imagination moving the hand closer, so that the caress would become real. When he touched her hand, she thought that her heart would soar into her mouth.

Again, without realising, Amber and Andrew had emptied their plates. Andrew signalled the waiter to bring a light dessert and coffee for them both. The dessert was a ring of freshly cut pineapple, with a handful of strawberries. The strawberries and pineapple left her mouth sweetened and fresh.

Andrew pushed his plate away and glanced down onto the dance floor. He looked across to Amber, noticing her empty plate and stood, offering her his hand. She took it and he led her down the stairs and onto the dance floor. Amber seemed to melt into his arms, although there was still a small, but careful, distance between them. The y moved gently to the music, feeling the rhythm flow along their nerves. Amber moved into his embrace, pressing herself against him. She blushed furiously in the dim light as the tang of his cologne worked on her senses, making her nipples swell and harden. She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder, as the quartet noticed their closeness and smoothly segued into a slower, more sensual rhythm. 

The dance seemed to last forever and Amber could feel the fluttering of her heart. She prayed that it was not too obvious, as Andrew led them back to their table. The coffee had gone cold, but Andrew signalled for the check and as the waiter hurried over, dropped a handful of notes, including a very generous tip onto the plate.

Charlie was waiting with the limousine and, again, he held the door as Andrew eased her into the back. When anew climbed in the other side, it seemed natural and, well, right, for Amber to slide an arm around his and snuggle against him. She could smell the mixture of freshly laundered cotton and his aftershave, with just a hint of clean sweat on his skin. A deep breath, almost a sigh, and she was surrounded by the scent that, from now on, she would always associate with him.

Charlie eased the limousine under the canopy of the hotel and opened the doors, touching his cap respectfully. Andrew gave him a grateful nod and told him that he would not be needed tonight and to go home. Then he led Amber into the elevator, pushing the button for her suite. He walked her to her door, Amber’s arm around his waist and his arm gently draped across her shoulders. He unlocked the door and dropped the key into her hand. Amber looked up at him and moistened her lips. “Would you er, would you like to come in?” she asked. Instantly giving herself a mental kick in the pants for sounding like a kid. Andrew smiled, “I was hoping you would ask,” he replied in a soft, almost growling tone.

Amber stepped back and pulled him inside, pushing the door closed behind them. Sliding her arms around his neck, she tilted her face upwards for him to kiss her. His lips brushed across her mouth and then he pressed against her, his tongue slipping between her lips, inside her mouth, exploring. She groaned softly, deep inside her breast and he devoured the quiet sound in his kiss. Amber felt her knees weaken and the sensation ripped through her, turning her insides to molten fire. She could feel the soft silk of her panties becoming moist, where they pressed against her pussy. They broke the kiss, both of them gasping a little. Amber stood, panting, within the circle of his embrace, head tilted back and eyes closed, offering her smooth throat for his kiss. She felt his fingers unfasten the high collar and ease the material aside, baring the base of her throat. His lips brushed the sensitive hollow and she moaned softly again, panting as his kiss became a little firmer and he very gently nipped the soft skin. She could feel the points of her nipples pressing against the silk of her dress and knew that they would be as red as cherries under the material. Andrew reached for another button, as amber loosened his necktie. Now, as he pushed the material aside, it slid over her nipple, the light friction sending sparks of excitement rippling through her body. Andrew smiled, his mouth curving against her skin and kissed the valley between her taut breasts as she fumbled the buttons on his shirt undone. Another button and Andrew could kiss the smooth skin between amber’s breasts. Still her dress did not fall around her ankles, because it was caught on the hard points of her nipples. Andrew slid the tips of his fingers under the silk and eased it over her shoulders, letting the dress slide down to fall in a heap around her ankles. Amber trembled as Andrew pulled the shirt from the waist of his pants and dropped it, with his jacket, on the floor. She rested her hands on his chest, feeling the rumble of his heart and the springy curls of hair that matted his chest. He cupped his hands over her breasts, trapping the pointed nipples against his palms. Amber leaned closer, pressing her breasts into his hands. His fingers were as soft as kisses against her skin, exploring the smooth silkiness. She gasped as he ran a fingertip along her chest, just beneath the swell of her breasts. He squeezed very gently, more like rippling his fingers over her skin. Releasing her for a moment, Andrew slowly slid around her, behind her. For an instant, Amber was reminded of a sculptor looking for the figure hidden in his piece of marble. The he leaned forward and kissed the side of her neck tenderly, as he slid his arms around her, his warm hands cupping her breasts. Amber glanced down and saw her erect nipples swelling between his fingers as he caressed her. She leaned back as he pressed her to his body, the hard bulge in his pants pressing against her bottom.

Andrew released her and took Amber’s hand, leading her into the bedroom, right up to the huge four-poster bed. He turned her to face him and hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties, sliding them down past her stocking tops. Bringing his hands slowly up the front of her thighs he caressed Ambers taut belly, kissing her mouth gently but deeply at the same time. Amber felt the shock ripple through her nerves and she fell back onto the bed, her thighs parted to show Andrew her tender, swollen pussy. She watched, fascinated, as he unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. Her eyes widened at the bulge in his tight cotton briefs and she flushed scarlet as she imagined the feel of it inside her. Andrew pushed his briefs down to allow his hard cock to spring free. Andrew reached down and took ambers hand, placing it on the base of his cock. She felt the velvety skin move over the hard flesh beneath and slowly curled her fingers around it. It was no longer than her boyfriend’s but where her fingers could just circle his shaft comfortably, on Andrew they did not even meet.

Andrew helped Amber to sit up, bringing her mouth level with the tip of his erect cock. Tentatively, she pursed her lips into a pretty pout and kissed the tip, her tongue flicking out to taste him. Andrew reached sown and unfastened the barrette from her hair, letting it cascade over her shoulders. Keeping her head still with a gentle hand, Andrew swivelled his hips slowly, pressing the tip of his cock against her lips and easing it into her mouth. Amber fastened her lips around the bulb and sucked him as far into her mouth as she could, her tongue dancing and darting over the surface. Andrew groaned softly and caressed her sleek and shining hair. She pulled away, a loud plopping sound breaking the quiet, as his cock slipped slickly from her mouth. She stroked his cock slowly and leaned forward again, sliding her mouth over the bulging head. She took him deep within her mouth, almost gagging as his cock stretched her lips. She could feel the tightening of his balls and eased back, blowing gently on the damp skin. 

Andrew gently pushed her back onto the bed and began to kiss her breasts, slowly nuzzling her nipples, first one, then the other. She could feel the tip of his tongue lashing against the hard points and swirling around the base. She groaned softly as his mouth released her nipple and he began to kiss down her belly, feeling the tight muscles flutter as he kissed her smooth, milky skin. She could feel the tips of his fingers, opening her pussy lips and exposing the tight bud of her clit. She shuddered as he blew gently on the moist nubbin, feeling the caress of his hot breath. She closed her eyes as her pussy flooded with sweet juices, a few drops trickling between her buttocks. Andrew arrowed his tongue and thrust it into her pussy, tasting her and lapping at her hot wetness. He gently opened her pussy with his fingertips and began sliding two fingers inside her. Slowly, very gently, he worked his fingers in and out of her pussy, stretching it a little at a time. Amber leaned back and spread her legs wider. Andrew licked the tips of her pussy, slowly, teasingly, swirling the tip of his tongue over her clit. Amber felt a swelling in her pussy, like the pressure building behind a dam. Andrew closed his lips on the base of her clit and, as he slowly pushed his fingers deep into her pussy, sucked slowly on her clit. Amber arched her back in a spasm of delight as the orgasm ripped through her nerves and tightened her pussy. Almost in the instant she collapsed back onto the bed, limp and gasping.




Rendezvous



Andrew lifted his mouth from her pussy and leaned over her. The tip of his cock slipped, with a little guidance, easily between the tender lips of her pussy. Kissing her deeply, his tongue sliding into her mouth, Andrew pushed slowly, stretching her tight, but yielding, pussy. Amber could feel him filling her, stretching her pussy with his cock. She felt his hands pressing down on the bed beside her breasts as he thrust slowly and firmly into her pussy. She could feel his cock forcing the wetness out of her pussy, making it seep between the cheeks of her ass. He sank deeper inside her until she could feel the hard tip of his cock nudging against the opening to her womb.

Andrew began to slide in and out of her silky pussy, rearing over her, so that his cock rubbed gently against her aching clit. Amber could not help herself and, for a moment, forgot to breathe, as another orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy closed upon Andrew’s cock, the tight muscles rippling and massaging the length of his shaft. Andrew jabbed into her pussy piercing her deeply until she shuddered again. Her clit was aching and her pussy sore from being stretched and, she murmured to she, “Fucked”. She pushed against his chest and shook her head. Andrew moved back and his cock slipped out of her pussy with a loud slurping noise, just like somebody sucking up the last of their milkshake through a straw. She looked down at his glistening cock, expecting to see it stained with blood from her pussy. She felt as stretched as she had when she had surrendered her virginity and was sure that she had felt something break when Andrew had thrust against her womb the first time.

She was limp and helpless as Andrew turned her onto her belly, she could only murmur weakly and she was not sure, in her own mind, whether she wished him to stop or just to take her again. She felt Andrew’s fingers dip delicately into her pussy and collect a generous helping of her pussy juice. She flinched a little as he spread it between her buttocks and over the puckered ring of her asshole. Andrew gently spread the slippery, slick, liquid over the dark, puckered opening, lubricating her. Each pass of his finger pressed a little harder, and, very soon and without realising, Amber was opening her tight asshole to his caress. When his fingertip finally penetrated her ass, Amber just whimpered softly.

Now he took the lotion from the dressing table and squirted a little directly onto her tight asshole, making his fingers slick and slippery. A gentle push and his finger slid inside her, just the tip and then past the knuckle. Andrew used his other hand to spread the lotion over his cock.

Amber could barely keep still and Andrew judged that the tine was perfect. Taking hold of the base of his cock, he pressed the tip against the opening and leaned slowly forward. He looked down, where he could watch her tight ass stretching over the end of his cock. The whole bulb was almost inside her and she looked into his eyes and then he thrust, a single movement taking him deep into her ass.

Amber cried out in a mixture of pain, joy and surrender. The pain was, for a moment, incredible. It hurt far worse than giving up her virgin pussy. She thought she was burning, her ass the seat of the fire. Her seducer from the internet had plundered her mouth and ass, taken the only virginity she had retained. 

Andrew stayed perfectly still, his cock filling and stretching Amber’s rectum. Slowly she became used to the feel of him buried deep in her ass and the initial burning subsided to dull warmth. He eased back and she felt her tightness straining to keep him stilled within her. Then he thrust forward, very very slowly and she could feel her bowel filling. She strained against him but all she did was open her anus and allow the full length of him into her ass. She clutched at the bedclothes as he began to move in and out, riding her tight ass with his cock buried deep. 

Her ass was too tight for Andrew to last very long and she felt his cock swell inside her, jerking as it began to pump hot strings of thick cum into her tight bottom. He rammed once, deep, producing a mixture of pain and orgasm that ripped through her so intensely that she fainted, for a moment.

Slowly, Andrew’s cock shrank, slipping out of her ass, leaving a slimy trail of cum against the tops of her thighs, trickling down to stain the tops of her stockings. Carefully he slid off the bed and slipped into the bathroom. He showered quickly and ran a warm deep bath, throwing a handful of salt in to soothe Amber’s aching pussy and bottom. Then he gently helped her to her feet, sweeping her into his arms and carrying her into the bathroom, lowering her into the warm water.

When he had sponged her clean, he helped her into a soft robe, led her back to the bedroom and slipped into bed beside her. As she snuggled drowsily up to him, he wrapped his arms around her and rocked her gently to sleep.



Rendezvous



Early afternoon. Not too crowded in the lobby. As they walk together, Pauly is wondering if this is real or something she has conjured up in her head. Clara is certainly real, prettier than the photo she sent, more exciting in three dimensions. Curvaceous. Smiling. The eyes bright and seeming happy. But the uncertainty must be there, a mirror of Pauly's own uncertainty. Two lives on a sudden new course, even if only for a weekend.

Or longer. Only for a weekend? Pauly hungers for it to be more than that, but Clara seems disinterested. A lark, Clara said. They'd have a lark and that's all. She wants no dangers in her life.

Pauly wants more. She's tired of evenings and nights and mornings alone. Nothing but the walls and a half-dead cat to watch her pleasure herself. She's tired of lying alone in the dark and listening to the traffic outside. She's tired of unrealized fantasies. 

As they stand at the elevator, each holding a small suitcase, Pauly looks down at Clara's legs. Heels and stockings. Clara hinted she would in a letter last week. She's a sexual woman. Their eyes meet. Clara smiles. Pauly smiles back. They haven't talked much. They'll have all the time they need to talk. These moments, for Pauly at least, are becoming more and more intense. The sexual tension is palpable. But she's determined to be restrained. She wants each moment to be electric. She's determined to somehow change the beat of time, extend each moment until the anticipation of the next moment becomes unbearable.

Finally, the elevator arrives. Clara enters before Pauly and Pauly looks at Clara's round hips, her full calves, her ankles, the high heels. The door slides shut and they are alone for the first time. They look at each other and smile. Then a kiss. Pauly kisses Clara's forehead first, then her lips. A tender kiss. Then Pauly pulls back. "Let me touch you," she says.

Clara frowns, seems uncertain.

"No, just this," Pauly says. She gently rubs the back of her hand across the curve of Clara's left breast. Just that. Hardly pressing the full breast through Clara's jacket and blouse. Clara blushes.

Pauly wants to kiss her again, but the elevator door suddenly opens and it's their floor. They exit the elevator and hold hands as they walk down the long corridor to their room. In a few moments they are inside, the door closed, their bags on the floor, their arms around each other for the first real contact, mouth against mouth, the kiss consuming them, lasting, a brief respite, then another kiss. It's marvelous. Clara's mouth has a sweet taste. The scent of her hair, her perfume, excites Pauly. She wants to caress Clara, stroke her breasts, but she does nothing. Not yet. They separate and start chattering about the room, the weather, their plans for the weekend. And during it all the sexual tension between them is like a stretched rubber band about to snap.

* * *

A few minutes later, while alone in the bathroom, Pauly thinks of leading Clara out of the room, taking her to a coffee shop somewhere, anything to allow enough time to calm down, calm them both down. Or maybe the point would be to extend this maddening tension, a tension with its own delicious effect. Will the sexual actuality be as intense as this anticipation of it? But when Pauly returns to the room and finds Clara standing at the window, any thought of leaving at this moment seems impossible, even absurd. They are here. They are here in this room alone, together alone for the very first time after all the weeks of longing, and it seems absurd to abandon the moment without something, some action, some contact, something. What should it be?

Clara has large breasts. She told Pauly she has large breasts and the proof is certainly evident. As they kiss, Pauly slowly unbutton Clara's jacket. Clara stiffens a moment, but then she relaxes again. Pauly pulls her mouth away and their eyes lock as Pauly slowly slides both hands over Clara's breasts and covers as much of them as a she can with her palms, gently caressing them through Clara's blouse and bra. Clara's face is flushed. This is their first real physical intimacy. Still holding Clara's breasts, Pauly says, "We have a choice."

"Yes?"

"We can choose to continue teasing each other, even leave this room awhile, or stop the teasing and mess up the bed before dinner. Which would you like?"

"I don't know. How about you?"

"I think we ought to compromise."

Clara smiles. "Compromise? How do we do that?"

"Just a few moments of compromise. If you sit in that easy chair and pull up your skirt, I'd like to run my tongue over you."

Clara blushes. "You want to make me crazy. You're mad."

"Yes, mad for you."

Clara blushes again and smiles. "All right, have your way with me." She walks to the easy chair and she sits down.

Pauly follows and drops to her knees before Clara. Pauly helps Clara with her skirt, helps her get it up past her thighs, past the tops of her stockings. Pauly is astounded to find Clara is without panties, and when she looks up at Clara's face, Clara smiles down at her. "Why not?" Clara says. "I have as much right as you do to be a little crazy."

* * *

Clara shows herself to Pauly. Seated there in the chair, still dressed, her legs open, her hands at her mons, her cunt exposed to Pauly's eyes, Clara looks down at Pauly and says nothing.

Pauly gazes at the cunt. Lush. Wet. She wants it.

Unable to remain passive any longer, Pauly touches Clara's ankles, then slowly runs her hands up Clara's stocking-clad legs and down the insides of her thighs, beyond the tops of her stockings to her groin. Their hands meet, their eyes meet, and then Clara pulls her hands away from her belly and leaves the field to Pauly.

With a gentle tug at Clara's waist, Pauly urges Clara to slide forward on the seat of the chair and then pull her knees even further back. Now Clara is completely exposed, everything visible, her thighs flexed, her legs dangling over the arms of the chair, a faint blush in her face.

Pauly leans forward to sniff her first, to get Clara's scent, to get the musk of Clara's sex in her nose. Pauly is thankful Clara hasn't yet washed away the hours on the train, the arrival at the hotel, the natural scents and faint perfume that now make Clara so alluring to her. Pauly sniffs at the top of Clara's sex and then lower down, her nose barely touching her. Clara's cunt is wet, the lips gaping. Her clitoris remains covered by its hood, but the flesh around it looks engorged.

Finally, Pauly starts licking her, the insides of Clara's thighs first, wet licking near Clara's sex, then lightly over the outer lips, then down again, lower down to the perineum, the sparse hairs around Clara's anus, then back again to the slit of Clara's sex and up to the hood of Clara's clitoris. Fluttering touches of Pauly's tongue. Then Pauly moves her face in, presses her open mouth against Clara's cunt, a light grazing at first, then more pressure, grinding a bit, then sucking all of Clara's cunt into her mouth, the flaps of Clara's labia sucked in between Pauly's teeth, Pauly's tongue extends to scour the opening of Clara's vagina.

Pauly's nose is pressed against Clara's clitoris, and as Pauly moves her face in all directions, her nose rubs Clara's clitoris, massages the bud in its hood. Then down to the vaginal opening again, Pauly's mouth on it, her tongue scooping the fluids, mixing Clara's juices with her saliva, sucking and swallowing, sucking and swallowing. Now Pauly's nose slides inside the mouth of Clara's sex to get the full scent of Clara's cunt, Pauly's face rotating so that her nose widens the opening, pushes in, pulls out, pushes in again. And while Pauly's nose does this, her tongue extends its full length to reach down to flutter against Clara's anus, slide over it, tickle it, the tip of Pauly's tongue sensing the ring of the sphincter, caressing it, tapping against it.

When Clara groans and pulls at Pauly's hair, Pauly withdraws her nose from the vaginal opening and rubs the wet tip of her nose against Clara's clitoris, against the hood, pushing the hood back with her nose to expose the little nub. Finally she sucks the protuberance of swollen flesh into her mouth, fastens her lips on it and tugs at it as she presses her mouth and chin more forcefully into Clara's crotch and vigorously shakes her face to bring Clara to orgasm.

As Clara cries out, her thighs trembling, Pauly keeps her mouth locked on Clara's sex, her lips sucking hard at Clara's clitoris, two fingers now sliding into Clara's pulsing vagina to feel her contractions. Finally, as Clara's spasms lessen, Pauly moves her tongue to Clara's urethra, probes it to get some of the brine that has come to the opening during Clara's climax. Pauly sucks at it, adds it to the mix already in her mouth, and then she kisses Clara's sex one last time before pulling her wet face away from Clara's thighs.

* * *

Later. The airconditioner has been turned off and the room is now a warm sanctum. Clara is on the bed on all fours, her head and shoulders down, her ass in the air.

Having a lover this way always arouses Pauly to a fever of lust. Clara's upraised ass and cunt are a continent to be explored, the dark hair in the divide making the crack look deep and earthy. Pauly could bury her face in it for an hour, but she knows Clara wants to be fucked, to feel the cock inside her, so Pauly prepares for it.

Pauly's strap-on bobs with impatience, the shaft glistening with lubricating jelly. Pauly grasps the cock at the base and moves forward. She bends the cock to rub the head down below at Clara's clitoris, rubbing the outside of Clara's sex lightly, then with more force to open the outer lips, then the protruding inner lips, the wet groove, up from Clara's clitoris to the mouth of her vagina, rubbing up and down without penetrating her yet. Pauly can see Clara's juices gathered in the opening, opalescent liquids at the rim and inside. Pauly wets the tip of the cock there, then rotates the head around and around, just at the opening, widening the open mouth of Clara's cunt.

Finally it's time. Pauly pushes forward just a bit to get the head inside, stretching Clara as Clara groans. Then Pauly pushes forward again slowly, and when it's obvious that Clara is drenched inside and ready, Pauly pushes forward again and give Clara all of it in one long stroke until Pauly's belly presses against Clara's ass.

Clara groans. Pauly remembers Clara's words about the dullness of sex with Clara's husband. Pauly wants it to be marvelous for Clara.

Pauly pulls out slowly, pumps back in again, then grasps Clara's hips and starts the dance. Pauly feels in good form, unhurried, her gaze on their connection, dildo and cunt doing their minuet, the shaft of the cock slick with Clara's juices, Pauly's hands roving over Clara's full buttocks as she continues thrusting. The brown eye winks occasionally, usually when Pauly pulls back, a secret communication since Pauly doubts Clara is aware of it. It's not possible to look at Clara's anus now without wondering if Clara has ever had a lover inside it, fingers, tongue, cock, there's no way to tell. Clara's secrets are safe.

Pauly thinks she might come soon. The back end of the dildo has been grinding against her clitoris and she can feel the rising orgasm, the rising tension, her hips starting to jerk almost in reflex. She could stop, calm down to prolong things, but she's too needful of release. She continues thrusting, but with more force now, slamming against Clara's ass with each stroke, the flesh of Clara's buttocks jiggling with each impact, both of them groaning as the end arrives. Clara suddenly comes, her body shaking. Pauly keeps thrusting as she comes, pumping into Clara, her hands gripping Clara's hips as they finish their orgasms.

* * *

Post orgasm, they call it. except since this is the beginning of the next one, where's the line between post and pre? Pauly is now on all fours and Clara is behind her. Pauly can feel Clara's face pressing against her ass, Clara's tongue tickling her anus. Pauly supposes Clara understands she'll get it back ten-fold later on. But this is Clara's pleasure also, not only Pauly's, so Pauly reaches back with her hands and she pulls her cheeks apart to make herself more accessible.

Clara knows how to use her tongue, either from instinct or experience. As she works it inside, she takes hold of Pauly's cunt in a firm grip, tugs at the lips with her fingers, twists them. Pauly feels her clitoris twitching in response.

Now Clara has her tongue out and she's merely licking Pauly's ass, long licks at the ring of muscle.

Pauly thinks of the juices in Clara's cunt, the juices dripping out of her. The way the lips looked so swollen when Pauly pulled out at the finish. Clara's marvelous cunt. Pauly could lose herself in it. She'd like to stick her head up there and nuzzle Clara's cervix with her nose. She wonders if Clara ever uses a vibrator. She hasn't mentioned it, but Pauly is wondering. She would make Clara come with it until Clara's eyes rolled up. Use a big Hitachi Magic Wand on Clara's clit until Clara was on a cloud. Suck her afterwards, suck the juices out of her, suck her clitoris until it doubled its size.

Clara pulls her mouth away. "Maybe you want something bigger in there," she says. Is that her fingertip now rubbing Pauly's anus?

Pauly chuckles. "I think you're trying to take advantage of me."

She feels Clara's finger now. Clara gets her fingertip inside, screws it around, pushes in some more, pulls it out, then all the way inside again. Then another finger, and this time the stretched feeling is more intense.

And unexpected. Pauly had no idea Clara would want this. What a crazy surprise. Hot Clara. Never an inkling her in letters that she liked anal love so much. Pauly backs up and gets on her knees again while Clara has her fingers inside. Pauly spreads her legs, keeps her head and shoulders down and offers her ass. "Stroke my cunt," Pauly says. "Stroke it while you fuck my ass."

* * *

Later Clara wants the cock in her mouth. Also unexpected. Or is it expected because Clara is married, has a husband, a flesh and blood cock in the house? When Pauly looks back under her body, she can see the cock in Clara's mouth, Clara's lips covering the tip. Pauly dips her hips down gently, slide more of the cock into Clara's mouth, then withdraws, then pushes down again, slowly fucking Clara's mouth.

But the angle is wrong and Pauly is afraid to hurt her. Pauly pull out completely, rolls away and tells Clara to sit up on the edge of the bed. When Clara does this, Pauly leaves the bed to stand between Clara's legs. Pauly takes hold of the cock, and when she rubs the tip across Clara's lips, Clara immediately opens her mouth to accept it. Pauly slides the cock forward, cups her hands on each side of Clara's face and starts fucking Clara's mouth with a slow but persistent rhythm.

Pauly gazes down at Clara, at Clara's lovely red lips stretched by the thickness of the sliding shaft, at her round shoulders, at the swells of her heavy breasts, at her thighs and legs in the stockings. Clara's eyes are closed as if she's concentrating on the feel of the cock fucking her mouth, the tip sliding back and forth over her tongue.

"Open your legs," Pauly say quietly. "Play with yourself. Give yourself pleasure while I do this."

Clara opens her eyes and looks at Pauly, then she does it. She moves her legs apart and she slides her right hand between her thighs to find her clitoris. She begins pleasuring herself as Pauly continues to gently piston the cock in and out of Clara's open mouth. Pauly watches Clara's fingers, watches the way Clara works her clitoris with fingers glistening with her juices.

Pauly is thinking about the previous fucking, thinking about how glorious it was, how lucky they are, how exciting it was to see how much Clara enjoyed it. And then afterward Clara's evident pleasure while fucking Pauly with her tongue and fingers was a delight, intensely exciting and liberating. Pauly decides that later she will suggest that Clara use the strap-on dildo. Pauly wants it. Why not? If Pauly can penetrate Clara, why can't Clara penetrate Pauly and enjoy it as much Pauly enjoys doing it to Clara? How wonderful it is to have someone with whom you can share pleasures!

Did Clara enjoy it when Pauly sucked her? Clara said she did, but Pauly wants more of it. She'd like to bathe in Clara's juices, suck those lovely dangling lips until Clara moans, work Clara's clitoris until Clara can't take any more.

Pauly watches Clara now, watches the slow sliding of the cock in and out of Clara's mouth, Pauly's hips pumping steadily. She watches Clara's flushed face, her closed eyes, her wet lips. Clara takes it so well. Her fingers continue to work her clitoris. Pauly thinks this kind of fucking is as pleasurable as the other. Maybe even more so, since it's more exciting to see the cock in Clara's mouth than in her vagina. Pauly is fucking Clara's mouth, but she is also making love to it, stroking slowly, sometimes deep, at other times just giving Clara the tip of the cock and no more. The way Clara puckers her lips around the tip of the cock is exciting.

Pauly peers down to gaze at Clara's cunt, Clara's full thighs white above the tops of her stockings, the bush of dark hair, Clara's wet fingers rubbing her clitoris.

Pauly has a hunger for Clara's body, Clara's breasts, Clara's legs, Clara's ass. Pauly wants a relaxed interval that will allow her to make love to Clara's ass as long as Pauly likes. Maybe while Clara slowly masturbates. On her back with her knees pulled up and her head raised by a pillow so she can watch Pauly's tongue work the opening. Pauly wants Clara to be so free that she feels no inhibitions about asking her, with a word or gesture, to adore her ass when she wants it.

Pauly pulls the cock out of Clara's mouth, the tip of the cock making a sucking sound as it leaves Clara's lips. Clara looks up at Pauly, her face flushed.

"I must look like a whore," Clara says.

"You look beautiful."

"I don't like doing that to my husband, so why do I like doing it to you?"

Pauly smiles. Maybe she'll have Clara for more than just a weekend. She lifts the cock with her hand and she slides the tip back into Clara's mouth.

End



Rendezvous



In memory of Jane, the true romantic in my life.

We were separated in our relationship by a long distance but kept a hot romance going through our regular correspondence on the Internet. This not only made the time apart a little more bearable, but it certainly led to spicy meetings when we did have the chance to get together. Jane was a very loyal correspondent and hardly a day went by when she didn't write. Sometimes we would just write about work, our daily lives, kids, etc., but often times Jane would stimulate things by writing a hot steamy story about the two of us together. She was an incredibly sensual woman who had been divorced for nearly 16 years. During this time she devoted a considerable effort to raising her daughter and working long hours to make life for the two of them as rich as possible given the circumstances. 

During much of this time, Jane had put her own sex life on hold because of greater responsibilities. When she discovered the Internet she began to explore her sexuality vicariously, and that is how we met. I received a somewhat forward e-mail that was so inviting I just could not resist the response. The rest is history.

Since the opportunities for us to get together were few and far between, I tried to put extra effort into planning every rendezvous. I enjoyed the planning immensely and it served to heighten the anticipation of getting together in person. Most of our get togethers were long romantic weekends, usually spent at some out of the way resort location. We savored every minute together and used the opportunities to relive several of the fantasy stories we had written to each other. Jane was an excellent writer and since I did a lot of writing for my work, it was easy for us to communicate our desires. Jane often wrote very descript stories of exactly how she would make love to me. She was a very tender person and just the site of her name in my inbox usually provoked a rather immediate reaction in my loins.

She often wrote of giving me a sensual massage, including the most unbelievable descriptions of her oral abilities. This woman could write about a blowjob and make you believe it was actually happening while you read her words. Coupled with her incredible massage technique, a night with this woman was an experience I continue to relive in my mind, over and over. 

I replied with my own detailed descriptions of our love making, and also vivid descriptions of my feelings for this woman. Whether you believe it is possible or not, I had fallen deeply in love with this woman through the efforts of our correspondence. It was quite an amazing experience and certainly one that is difficult to put into words.

Jane was what I would describe as a very conservative person. A lot of this is due to her lifestyle and the effort that had gone into raising her daughter as a single parent. As our relationship blossomed we found ourselves telling each other about our sexual fantasies, which seemed to heighten the stimulation of two innately conservative people.

In a recent e-mail Jane alluded to the fact that she had never been in a threesome and had thought that might be an exciting addition to both our sexual experiences. This had been a dream of mine for a long time, and one of the tales I had related to Jane in my correspondence was about a time that I had come very close to having this happen, but not quite. From what you read and hear, it is quite common for men to think about such an experience, however, for me it was quite different to discuss this issue with a woman, especially your sacred lover. I found the topic rather stimulating and as a result was actively involved in the planning of making such and event possible the next time we got together.

Our next planned rendezvous was still a few weeks away, so I had plenty of time to plan and think about exactly just how this might actually come to pass. Since Jane lived in Idaho, it was logical for me to pick a place somewhat close to where she lived for our next get together. Idaho has some spectacular locations and summer was the perfect time to take advantage. I had selected a "cabin" near Coeur d'Alene that I had found on the Internet. A perfect location since it was not too far from where Jane lived and was known for its beautiful lake, often described as one of the five most beautiful in the world.

The "cabin", as it was described had three bedrooms including a Master suite of immense proportions, a spectacular living room, a large deck overlooking the lake, and a hot tub said to be an astronomers dream at night due to its location away from well lit areas. We certainly didn't need three bedrooms, but I selected this particular home because of its secluded location and its luxurious amenities.

Having made the selection, I set upon my next task. That was to find the perfect person with whom the two of us could enjoy this setting. That was not going to be an easy task and of course there were sensitivities about the subject just because of its nature. It is certainly one thing to talk and write about your fantasies, it is certainly quite another to make the actual plans.

Since Jane was really into giving the worlds best massage I thought it might be appropriate to find someone whose profession was the same. My thought was that the best way to make an introduction of this nature might be to provide Jane with her own special masseuse.

I set about this task by first searching the Internet. I knew that this was a risky maneuver, but given my distance from the location, there just was no better way. The typical search engines turned up mostly either therapeutic massage responses or escort services. I knew I would have to delve deeply into these selections if I was to make this effort pay off.

Western Idaho and Eastern Washington are the home to a number of Universities. During one of my searches, I came across the name of a massage therapist by the name of Kerry, who it turned out was majoring in exercise physiology at Washington State University, not all that far away from Coeur d'Alene. On the side, she did sensual massage as a means of paying for her college expenses.

I had sent about a dozen e-mails to various candidates and got either a canned response, from the escort types, or no response at all. However, the response from Kerry was much more personal and I decided to pursue providing her with an explanation of exactly what it was I was trying to accomplish. Her response was not canned and her credentials as a masseuse, at least on her web site, were very credible. This was an important consideration, because my surprise for Jane might turn out to be nothing more than a great professional massage. 

Kerry and I struck up a correspondence on the Internet and as a result I found her to be most understanding and in fact quite interested. During the course of my explanations I shared several of our e-mails so Kerry could learn more personally about our relationship and the sensual nature of her potential client.

Kerry was very professional and told me that she had developed a loyal clientele, basically limited to regular customers. Her specialty was sensual massage, and she told me that among her clients were a number of women and couples. Given her background as an exercise physiology student and her talent as an amateur athlete I knew I was on the right track. She told me that women were among some of her favorite clients, and that to her knowledge she had never disappointed anyone. The picture she provided over the Internet showed her conservatively dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and a tank top. She appeared to be tall, about 5'8", with shoulder-length brown hair highlighted by lighter streaks from her time outdoors. Her skin was tanned but not weathered. She had the firm stomach of an athlete but not the muscled look of a gym rat. She had a prominent chest, probably enhanced by all of her aerobic activity, but also what appeared to be firm large breasts hiding beneath her loose fitting top. If looks were the judge of this project I knew I was off to a good start.

Kerry told me that she would have to charge a little extra for her "therapy" due to the distance she must travel. She was very explicit that her fee was not based upon time and that she was available for as long as the session lasted, which she indicated depended to a large degree upon Jane. She wanted a "booking fee" up front, but do to the relationship we had developed and my distance from her, I found it just as easy to pay for everything up front. I also thought that would send a positive message of trust. Things were falling into place.

The trip was still a few weeks away and I took some of this time to try and explore more of Jane's thoughts about a sexual three-way. Her responses were what I considered positive so I felt confident that I had not gotten myself into something I would regret. The worst that could come of this was an expensive massage.

On the day of the trip, I flew into Pullman, Washington which was the best alternative given the remoteness of the location. I could not help but be reminded that this was where Kerry lived as I checked out my rental car from the airport. Jane and I had arranged to meet at a restaurant in Coeur D'Alene, since neither of us was sure of the directions to the house. It was a glorious August day and the restaurant had an outside patio overlooking the lake. It was the perfect setting in which to meet your lover were it not for the sexual electricity that flowed between us. While I was anxious to relax, I was also anxious to find our way to the cabin to take advantage of some private moments together. We both had an edge that needed to be removed and for the two of us that meant only one thing.

The lunch, as I remember it was pretty good, but the hand holding and casual touching is the part I remember most. Jane has this sensual nature about her that even the subtlest brush of a hand on a hip or thigh can cause a lightening bolt of electricity to flow through your body. By the time lunch was over, I was whipped into quite the frenzy and past experience told me Jane was too.

When you live in the midst of a long-distance relationship like ours, the hardest thing is to resist the temptation of just jumping into bed when you do get together. We both had learned that part of the enjoyment of a long weekend together was taking it slow, forgetting about the clock, and never thinking of the passing of time. We had learned to act as if a few days together for us were more joyful than a lifetime together for some couples. We cherished every minute and never thought about leaving until it was absolutely time to go.

After a little frustration in getting the check, we paid the bill and headed out for the cabin. I followed Jane since she was most familiar with the area. It was about a fifteen-minute drive and with the windows down the pine scented mountain air served to heighten my senses.

The "cabin" turned out to live up to every bit of its reputation. The pictures of the view from the Internet truly did not due justice to the real McCoy. With the bright afternoon sun, the crystal blue water of the lake glistened as no picture could ever do it justice. The mountain air was clear and the light breeze refreshing. We took our bags from the car and as I took them upstairs to the master bedroom, Jane explored the spacious kitchen and living room, which adjoined one another. The kitchen had spectacular hardwood floors and a huge fireplace in a sitting area, which was actually part of the kitchen. Another even larger fireplace adorned the living/family room. Whoever designed this place knew that these two rooms would function perfectly together, especially when entertaining.

Outside on the spacious deck which was nestled below the large overhang of the roofline, was a complete outdoor dining area and a separate nook for the hot tub surrounded by gorgeous potted plants, comfortable chaise lounges and neat wooden cocktail tables tucked strategically throughout the arrangement. The deck area was larger than most living rooms and certainly doubled as a separate living area, at least during the summer.

While I was unpacking my bag and putting things in the closet, I felt Jane's hands circle my waist. She had seductively crept up behind me and the thick white plush carpet had advantageously hidden her footsteps. In a somewhat startled fashion I turned and was greeted immediately with the softest, wettest kiss imaginable. I could feel my cock respond immediately, and as Jane knew it would too, she pressed he lean body closer to feel the response she had elicited. We stood there cherishing the moment for more than a few minutes. Gently I took her by the hand and led her to the large king size bed covered in a beautiful off white comforter and six king sized pillows also totally white. The master bedroom was essentially a large balcony above the living area and shared the same outlook. The large windows afforded a view of the lake and the crystal clear sky of that August afternoon. In the white surroundings I felt as if I were seated on a cloud overlooking the world. It was almost heavenly; with Jane here it was certainly a divine setting.

I pulled Jane to the bed and tossed several of the pillows aside to make room for the two of us. My 6' 4" frame consumes a large portion of the length of a king size bed and I wanted all of the room possible. Jane was wearing a light blue cotton sundress with spaghetti straps that accentuated her figure. I had bought it for her during one of my travels. When I saw it in the store it had her name written all over it. The shape of the dress accentuated her figure nicely, and the soft cotton fabric did little to hide her now aroused braless nipples poking firmly from beneath the dress. I cupped my right hand lovingly over a breast and felt the corresponding response from my cock. I loved a nice pair of tits and Jane had a lot to be proud of. They were not overly large, but the shape and proportion was perfect. They were firm, perfectly rounded and felt terrific in the palm of my hand.

While I was cupping her breasts and kissing her deeply she was holding me so tightly that I found it almost difficult to breathe. 

I nuzzled my lips to her ear and asked, "What's up with the grip?" 

"I just don't ever want to let go!" came the muffled reply. 

"You don't have to and I hope you never will," I purred into her ear as her bear hug only served to increase my arousal.

I eased my hips closer to her pelvis so she could feel my bodily response. That got the desired results as her left arm loosened its grip and I felt her hand searching for my bulge. Jane had a way of touching me that made you realize it was difficult to find words to describe her touch. She could be both gentle and firm in alternating movements. Sometimes I felt like she would make me cum just by stroking the outer layers of my clothing.

As I lay on my left side, I propped myself up on my left elbow and positioned myself to gaze into her beautiful eyes. 

I brushed a soft curl from her cheek to gain a better view and said with assuredness, "I love you more and more with each passing day. You don't know what would happen to me if I could not open my e-mail each morning and find a loving note from you. It means so very much my darling."

"Tres," she said. "I know; I feel exactly the same way. I really could never explain this to anyone else, but I know we both feel the same way."

We kissed more deeply, and as I had come to learn from previous experiences, her tongue was telling me that she needed to be fucked. It is funny how this word, which was seldom used by either one of us outside the bedroom, had become so perfect a description. Yes, she wanted to be fucked and since it was only Friday afternoon, there would be plenty of time for just that.

As her tongue begged for more, my right hand responded by sliding beneath the short hem of her dress. I moved my hand gently upward, taking the fabric with me, until she was exposed to the navel. She had worn a white thong that once exposed told me everything. The soft fabric in the front was already wet with her desire, so it took little effort to slide the dress up over her head when she arched her back expressly for that purpose. I tossed the dress to the floor and buried my mouth on top of one of her luscious nipples. I wondered if she could cum just from the sensation of my tongue. I thought to myself, sometime that will be a goal, but now is not the time.

As her dress was hitting the floor, I could feel her deft fingers undoing my belt and zipper. She loved to feel my cock and was wasting no time getting me exposed. As I sucked first one nipple and then the other, I raised my hips to invite the shedding of my pants.

"No fair!" were the words I heard. "How do you expect me to get you naked when your lips have me plastered to the bed?"

I eased my response and assisted her with her goal; she slid off my briefs and slacks in the same move, exposing an immensely aroused cock. As I sat up partially to slip off my shirt, Jane deftly moved her head to my stomach and began probing her tongue gently inside my navel. This only aroused me further and caused my hips to flinch upwards slightly in response. I knew what would come next and had learned to relax and "take it at Jane's pace." When it came to lovemaking between the two of us, there was no hurry. Yes, we experienced a few "quickies", but they were almost always in our correspondence, especially when one or the other of us didn't have time for our usual two-page letter. In real life, nothing ever happened quickly and every moment together was savored for the special moment that it was.

I felt her fingers work their way up the inside of my thighs. She inserted her left hand between my thighs in a fist like shape. Then I felt her thumb and fingers move in opposite directions inviting me to spread my legs. All the while she deftly moved her tongue to a more strategic position. Occasionally Jane would raise her head and glide her curls over my exposed flesh. She new this sensation drove me wild and caused my erect penis to bob up and down with the flexing of the muscles in my groin. When my cock "bobbed up" to the perfect position she encompassed it with her lips. Slowly she would lubricate my shaft with her moist mouth and gradually consume my rock hard erection further in her mouth.

Before I had met Jane, I had had my share of blowjobs, but nothing like she could offer. She craved my cock in her mouth and I knew from experience that her moist panties were probably now well soaked. While I wanted to find out for sure, she kept her pubic area strategically out of reach so that I had to concentrate on only her actions. She obviously didn't want me distracted by her own desires.

Ever since I my first sexual experiences I had discovered that if I am aroused to the beginning point of an ejaculation and then the stimulation strategically stops, that I can remain erect for a very long time. I had described this sensation to Jane and I knew that this was the response she was now seeking. The throbbing in my cock felt so good. How can anyone ever describe exactly what this feels like? I am addicted to her tongue and the sucking mouth that knows just how too arouse me to the extreme. She could sense when I was getting close and just as the first drop of sperm was about to touch her lips she slipped her mouth off of my cock and planted a deep kiss on my mouth. With one movement she had completely changed positions so that we were side to side and my rock hard cock was nestled neatly against her soft panties. I wasted no time in removing the thong. I wanted us both on equal footing.

She teased my cock closer and I responded by caressing the inside of her thighs in my own teasing little circles. As I gradually approached the opening of her pussy, I could feel the moisture that now flowed out and oozed its way onto her thighs. I cannot tell you the turn on when I feel a woman this wet in anticipation. I flexed the muscles in my groin and Jane could feel my cock rise to meet her wetness. She slid even closer and her lubricated pussy lips parted slightly at the response of my throbbing cock. I moved my hips ever so slightly so that my shaft slid the length of her opening, the head meeting her clitoris with each stroke. She responded by wildly thrusting her tongue deeper into my throat.




Rendezvous



I knew this was her signal to put my cock deep inside, but I wasn't going to make it that easy. I began the easing of the hip movements and concentrated once again on her nipples. I moistened them generously with my saliva and then gently rolled first one, and then the other between my thumb and forefinger, gradually applying more pressure. Her nipples were as erect as my hard on and her whole upper torso responded to the action. Occasionally I would pull her nipples outward, elongating even further their erectness. 

Jane's hips were gyrating in a mock fucking motion. She wanted me inside and it was time to comply. I slid the shaft of my penis downward to where I could feel the most wetness. It was the perfect place to enter her, and even though we were both still on our sides my cock found its home without hesitation. 

There is nothing, for me, quite like the feeling of initial penetration. Being inside Jane was like being home and I rolled her over to her back so I could gain maximum penetration. She was so hot, so wet, and so fuckable. 

"Fuck me, please fuck me, I want it all," were her words. "Oh God, I want... I need to be fucked. Fuck me, fuck me fuck me."

She was really into the moment and I could sense that her words were a prelude to her orgasm. Sure enough, the quivering sensation of her orgasm began shortly thereafter.

With Jane I considered myself lucky to be able to sense not only her orgasms, but also their onset. It makes it so much more pleasurable for me when I can be an active participant. Some women's orgasms were almost imperceptible, but not Jane's. Not only were they volcano like, she could have them over and over under the right circumstances.

Jane's timing with the oral had been perfect. I had a tremendous hard on and her well-lubricated pussy encouraged me to keep pumping. I raised my body and thrust myself in as deeply as I could go. You could feel her body respond with every thrust. She wanted it fast and hard and I was going to give her exactly what she wanted. I was going to seek out the next orgasm that I knew she needed in the worst way.

After several deep thrusts I eased my pace and withdrew my cock to the point of almost exiting, then I slowly slid it back in. I repeated this sequence several times and again her tongue told me what to do. She liked it deep and right now she wanted it deep and hard as another orgasm was building. I could sense the tightening of her vaginal muscles and responded by urging her on to eruption. This time her whole body quivered as she came and cried out my name simultaneously.

"Oh fuck Tres...you are good," came the whimper. "God I needed that!"

"Me too," I replied. "But now it's my turn."

I gently slid my legs over hers so that mine were on the outside. Using a little pressure I forced her legs closed and felt her pussy tighten around my cock. This provided maximum contact and stimulation and it wasn't long before I could feel my own orgasm building. God it felt so good to cum inside of her. The orgasm lasted for quite a while and I pumped my hips until I had released every last drop into her grateful pussy.

I raised my head from her lips and could see tiny tears in her eyes. She pulled my face to her neck and whispered, "I love you Tres, and I am so lucky to have you. I cannot tell you how you have brought me to new sexual and new emotional heights."

That last statement caused my mind to wander to my plans for tomorrow. I couldn't help but think about how Jane would respond to Kerry and tomorrow.

I slid my self from on top and snuggled close to Jane's body. Her fingers reached down and touched my cock now dripping with our combined juices. She put first one dripping finger in her mouth to taste and then the other in mine. 

"I never thought I would find my own juices so sensual, but I do," she said. 

This was a new experience for me as well and before I could say anything more she said, "I have always wondered what another woman would taste like. Someday we are going to have to find out together. Remember how I told you that I would like to be kissing you while another woman sucked your cock, or vice-versa? We're going to have to try that sometime."

I smiled and thought to myself that maybe my timing had been perfect.

We dozed for what was probably and hour and when we awoke the sun was beginning to set over the lake. It was a beautiful sight, one for a postcard. I knew it was time to get up, so I planted a little kiss on Jane's cheek, rose, and headed for the bathroom.

The shower was immense. It had a large frosted glass shower door with a tile wall opposite. The showerheads, yes all five of them, were to the left and the wall to the right was all glass from floor to ceiling. There was no need for a curtain or blinds as the window overlooked the pine forest below and the foothills of the mountains above. It was quite breathtaking.

I took a long hot shower. It felt incredibly refreshing and provided some badly needed rejuvenation after having had "my brains fucked out." This was only the beginning I told myself, but now we need to get dressed and go out and do some grocery shopping.

I dried off and wrapped in my towel approached the bed where Jane had dozed off. I shook her gently only to find that she had been "playing asleep". She jerked the towel from my waste and in one motion grasped my cock in her hand. Her touch elicited the desired response and as she bent over to take me in her mouth I said, "No, no, we don't have time for that just now."

If I hadn't stepped away I know in a couple of seconds more I wouldn't have been able to. 

"Come on, it's time to get dressed. We need to buy some groceries for the weekend," I said.

Reluctantly, Jane rose for the occasion and headed to the bathroom. While she showered, I dressed and headed downstairs to explore the parts of the house I hadn't seen. I was truly proud of myself for having found this house. It couldn't have been more perfect. It was the perfect place to entertain and at the same time the perfect place for a romantic get away.

The house basically consisted of three bedrooms, the master with its own bath and a shared bath for the other two, the living area and kitchen, and another downstairs bathroom complete with separate shower and tub. The outside deck functioned like a separate living area. The two fireplaces complemented the decorating and I could imagine that tonight we would either end up on the deck in the hot tub or snuggled up in front of the fireplace in the living room. Storm clouds were building over the mountains and I could feel the temperature dropping, as the sun was moving lower towards the mountaintops. I was imagining that it might be a nice night for a fire.

Footsteps on the wooden stairway interrupted my thoughts. I turned to see Jane coming down the steps dressed in a white sweater and short navy blue skirt. The outfit, accentuated by open toed high-heeled sandals, complemented her lovely figure. The sweater was just tight enough to be accentuating without being too provocative. Her perky nipples told me that she had obviously neglected her bra 

We headed out the door and to the store.

It was interesting that we should be grocery shopping together. In a fictitious way this was how we met. In one of her first letters to me Jane had described us meeting casually in the produce section of a supermarket. There she had nonchalantly brushed her hand against my thigh while reaching for some vegetables followed by her breast gently, almost imperceptibly, touching my shoulder. I remember her asking if I would have introduced myself. I don't remember my exact reply, but I do embarrassingly remember that it was pretty lame. Now we were heading to the store together, something we did every time we got together. I suppose it was kind of like our own little celebration. We easily could have eaten out in a restaurant, but that was not our style when we had only a few days together.

The grocery shopping took about forty minutes as we casually shopped through unfamiliar surroundings. Afterwards we headed back to the house in what was now total darkness. There wasn't much moonlight as the rain clouds had now settled over our area. Just as we arrived back at the house the raindrops began to fall. Our timing could not have been more perfect. A few minutes later and we would have gotten soaked.

The thunderstorm produced a spectacular light show. Every now and then it would light up the darkness that was the lake below. It was quite impressive and the setting for a perfect mood in which to prepare dinner.

Jane set her purse on the table and after digging a little took out a couple of CD's, She walked to the stereo and put them in the disc player. I would bet a hundred bucks it was Kitaro. Sure enough in a few seconds the eerily relaxing music of Kitaro filled the room, a perfect accompaniment to natures light show.

I unpacked the groceries and put them away except for the steaks I was going to prepare for dinner. The deck was complete with a Weber cooker and when I first saw that I knew that I would be doing at least part of the cooking. I was a Weber fanatic and used it at home probably more than my oven.

Dinner was very casual. While I did the steaks, Jane prepared a salad and some fresh vegetables. It was a simple meal, but special because of the setting and the fact we were together. We toasted each other with a glass of red wine and thanked God for being so lucky. 

"Life is good," I thought to myself.

During dinner the rain stopped. We went out on the deck, but the chill in the air made it less than comfortable. We moved back inside and I made a fire in the fireplace. Jane found a big blanket in the downstairs closet and spread it out in front of the fire. We sat down and for several minutes just stared into the flames holding hands and not saying anything. Somehow in a circumstance like this, things are best communicated by not saying anything.

We started up a conversation, which began to flow rapidly from one thing to another. Since most of our correspondence was through e-mail, most of our daily conversations were one way. When we got together they seemed to change to questions and answers. We seldom had the chance to ask one another a question and then get the opportunity of an immediate response. Now we were bantering like two teenagers at a sleepover.

We talked about just about everything under the sun. The time flew by and before long it was midnight. We had been talking for nearly three and one-half hours and neither of us had noticed. It had been a long day, for me especially, so I suggested we retire. Jane agreed, rose up, and then helped pull me to my feet. We headed up the stairs hand in hand just like this was an everyday experience. In reality it was but just in our own imaginations and in a very vicarious way

Jane retired to the bathroom. This was no surprise nor was what she would be wearing when she came out. I stripped off my clothes, headed for the guest bath and freshened up before slipping naked under the covers. Moments later out came Jane, dressed in the sexy peach negligee I knew she would be wearing. This was no surprise since this had become a tradition as the result of one of her fantasy stories. Every time we were together and only when we were together, she wore the peach negligee.

She climbed into the bed on the same side scooting me over to make room. I could feel her now firm nipples brush against me as she slid in next to me. She put her arms around me and gave me one of those inviting kisses that said "fuck me all over again, please" She could be so very proper.

I don't know if the next hour was part dream or mostly reality. I had crawled into bed alone so many times and yet Jane was always there with me. My dreams became the context for many of my letters and tonight was no different. The sex with Jane was incredible and many times when she made love to me in my dreams or in her letters she told me not to open my eyes for fear the moment would evaporate if I did. Tonight was no different and I drifted of into a comfortable yet restless sleep thinking only of my Jane.

This time when I awoke in the middle of the night I knew it was no dream. There beside me with her arms wrapped around me was my lovely Jane. She smelled of the sweet scent of sex and I smiled knowing that my dream had been real. This time when I drifted back to sleep it was deep and restful.

Part Two

We both slept well and when I awoke and glanced at my watch it was almost 9:00 A.M. Life with Jane was good and the pace much more relaxed. I lay in the bed for a minute just looking at Jane's face. I could feel her breasts close to me beneath the covers and once conscious of this felt my body being to respond. I told myself that today was going to be different, and that because of my plans for the afternoon I had better get myself out of bed and soon.

I slipped out quietly, so as not to disturb Jane, and headed to the bathroom to shower and shave. Thirty minutes later I was dressed and heading down stairs. Jane was just beginning to stir. I hurried my efforts to retreat downstairs because I knew if I didn't I would end up back in bed all over again.

I fixed us both a breakfast of fresh fruit, juice, and coffee and took my portion out to the deck to enjoy the morning sun. The house faced west, so the deck was cast in the shadow of the roofline, providing the perfect breakfast location. There was nothing to disturb my relaxation except the scent of the fresh mountain air.

Shortly thereafter, Jane, who looked radiant in her tank top and white shorts, joined me. She was wearing her running shoes so I anticipated that a morning walk would be in the works. It was now 10:00 and I had scheduled Kerry to arrive at 2:00 that afternoon. This gave us plenty of time for a hike in the foothills above the lake. We finished our coffee and headed out the door.

What a gorgeous location. The air was crisp and clean and you could feel the temperature warming as the sun rose higher. We both enjoyed walking so we set off on a brisk pace to explore the area. The conversation flowed easily and I found this the perfect time to tell Jane that I had scheduled a little surprise for her in the afternoon.

"I know how much you enjoy giving a massage, so today I have scheduled a little surprise for you. It is your turn to relax and I have hired a masseuse to come to the house to give you a massage," I told her. 

"She comes very highly recommended and I think this will be a perfect way for you to relax and enjoy our surroundings before we make plans for the evening."

"Tres, you are so thoughtful. I love your little surprises and as much as I like giving a good massage, I never seem to have time for me to enjoy one myself. You know I really do enjoy a good massage, especially by someone who knows what they are doing." 

We walked on for about forty-five minutes before turning around to head back. I think we could have easily ended up in California the way the conversation was flowing. When we were together like this we totally forgot about time and just enjoyed being together by ourselves.

When we arrived back at the house I was thirsty so I fixed us both a tall cold fruit punch. I was thoroughly stress-free, but thought a little time in the hot tub sounded relaxing. I stripped off my clothes and headed to the tub, drink in hand. 

Jane was hungry, so she set about preparing a light lunch for the two of us while I spoiled myself in the warm swirling waters of the tub. It was a beautiful vantage point and I thought that I was glad I was in the hot tub and not in the cool waters of the lake. There were people out water-skiing, but most wore wet suits due to the cool temperature of the water. I was happy just sitting in the tub and relaxing.

Jane called, "Lunch is ready. Do you want me to bring it outside?"

I replied, "No, I am finished. I need to come in and get dressed anyway."

I toweled off and headed inside. I told Jane that I wanted to run upstairs and put on some fresh clothes before I sat down. I headed upstairs and quickly slipped on a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, a pair of sandals, and returned downstairs to eat. 

We finished our lunch about 1:00 and I wondered to myself if the next hour or so of waiting might be a little awkward. When I had mentioned Kerry on our walk, Jane hadn't really said much so I don't know exactly what she expected. Since our relationship was about as open as a relationship can get, I figured I'd just spill the beans about the whole purpose of the setup if the conversation came up.

The opportunity never presented itself because just after my thoughts we heard a car pull up to the house. If this was Kerry she was almost an hour early. I went to the door and sure enough it was she. 

She greeted me with a cheery, "Hi, I'm Kerry."

I responded, "Hi, I'm Tres. You're early. Come on in."

"Sorry," she replied. "I didn't know how long the drive would be and I didn't want to risk getting lost and being late."

"No Problem," I said. "Come on in and I will introduce you to Jane."

Kerry had a large duffle bag and a portable massage table. I sprang down the steps to help her with her stuff.

"Beautiful day," she said. 

"It was a beautiful drive and I didn't have any trouble with the directions like I thought I might," she said as we walked inside.

"Kerry, this is Jane, your client for the afternoon," I introduced. 

"Kerry, your job is to make Jane the most pampered woman in the world this afternoon."

Jane smiled a big grin and said, "Don't mind him, he's just a tease. Nice to meet you Kerry, I'm Jane. Since you are early can I get you something to drink?"

"Sure," replied Kerry. "I would love an ice tea or something cold."

"Coming right up," came the friendly reply from Jane.

"Can I help you with your gear while Jane gets your drink," I said.

"That would be nice," replied Kerry. "Where do you want me to set up?"

"I thought upstairs in the master bedroom would be the best," I said as I grabbed the bag and table and headed for the stairs. "I'll be back down in just a sec."

As I carried the table and bag up the stairs I thought Kerry was even more beautiful than the picture she had sent. Today, Kerry was dressed in a short tank top cut just above the midriff, slim fitting athletic warm-ups and running shoes. She was wearing a bra, and it was plain to see that although she was a very sexy woman, she was dressed conservatively for the task at hand. She had a professional demeanor about her. And, she had an absolutely gorgeous figure with perfect breasts quite a bit larger than Jane's.

I put her bag at the foot of the bed and placed the unopened table nearby and hurried back downstairs. Jane and Kerry had already struck up a conversation and seemed to be at ease with one another. They were talking about the house as Jane explained that I had found it on the Internet and that it turned out to be even more perfect than advertised.

We casually strolled around the kitchen, living room, and out onto the deck so Kerry could gain an appreciation for the view. 

"Great place for a romantic weekend," Kerry said. "I assume that's why you are here."

"Exactly," said Jane and then went on to explain some basics about our long-distance relationship and the fact that we only had the chance to get together a few times a year. 

"The massage is a nice surprise. I am into massage also, but don't really get the opportunity to be on the receiving end very often. In fact, I am thinking of attending massage therapy school so that I might have a new career opportunity to fall back on sometime in my future."

"It's a lot of hard work, especially at first," Kerry chimed in. "During school, your muscles can get really sore at first. You might not have as many problems as some since you apparently already do massages. A good school can be a very good experience, especially since you are able to learn new techniques from the different staff and other students. I personally really enjoy a good massage and seem to learn something new every time I have one. Shall we get started?"




Rendezvous



"I am available to give a massage to the both of you if you wish. I assume Jane will be first," said Kerry. 

"Tres, do you want to join us upstairs to watch while I give Jane her massage? I find that watching a good massage can be almost as relaxing as actually getting one. I know most massages are given in private, but from what you have told me about your relationship, I think you might each enjoy watching."

Jane contributed, "That's a great idea. I'm ready, let's go."

The three of us headed upstairs, the two women first, followed closely by me. 

Kerry said, "Jane why don't you go into the bathroom and change. Tres, you can just position yourself anywhere; on the bed if you wish."

Jane headed to the bathroom to change, Kerry set the portable massage table up at the foot of the bed, and I positioned myself across the bed propped on my customary left side, facing the massage table so I could watch.

After Jane exited the bathroom Kerry told her to place herself on the massage table. While Jane slipped up on the tabled, Kerry put the towel that had been around Jane over Jane's backside from her mid back to the tops of her calves. Kerry pulled a smaller folding table from the duffle bag and on it proceeded to set up a variety of creams and massage oils. 

She also pulled out a stack of CD's and asked, "Tres I noticed the disc player. Would you mind putting some of these in the machine? I'm sure the quality is much better than that of my small boom box. While you are doing that, I'm going to freshen up a bit in the bathroom. Why don't you also close the drapes a little and light a couple of the candles that are in here? I'll be right back."

I jumped up and went to the CD player. It was a small but very nice six disc CD. Rather than sort through the handful of discs, I decided to put them in the player in the order they were handed to me without really paying attention to what they were. I then went to the wall switch beside the bed and closed the drapes in front of the panoramic windows. They were on an electric switch because of the size of the windows, and because you would have to go downstairs to close them otherwise. Because of our private location the drapes were meant to control light, not provide privacy. After closing the drapes I went to the two bedside tables and lit the 5" diameter candles. The setting changed dramatically from what it had been before and was now much more conducive to the undertaking of a relaxing massage.

As I was moving to close the drapes, the opening strains of a Loreena McKennet CD began to fill the room. I went to adjust the volume slightly just as Kerry was exiting the bathroom. While she approached Jane, I repositioned myself on the bed in the position I had been in before.

It was obvious from the very minute Kerry started her work that she was a true professional. On the little table she had a candle warmer that she used to heat massage oil. She placed a generous amount of clear oil in the top of the candle warmer and then lubricated her hands generously with a white cream.

"Jane I'm going to first massage your skin with this apricot based exfoliating cream. You will find it quite stimulating and also if the level of pressure I apply is more than you like I want you to tell me. Remember this is your massage and to be successful I need you to provide some feedback."

Kerry folded the towel down Jane's back so that the fold rested just above her buttocks. She started with wide circles on the upper back, testing for Jane's response. With the almost immediate relaxing of Jane, Kerry proceeded to apply a bit more of the cream. 

"I'm going to work rapidly on a large portion of your body first. The purpose of this phase is to ready your skin for the sensitivity oil I am going to apply in just a minute. OK?" said Kerry.

There was a relaxed "uh huh" from Jane who was obviously already into the experience. "I like this music," murmured Jane. "It's perfect for a massage."

"Loreena Mckennet is one of my favorites and she also helps me really get into my work," replied Kerry.

After rapidly dealing with Jane's back she moved to her thighs and legs. Kerry unfolded the upper portion of the towel and folded up the bottom to just below Jane's buttocks. Kerry continued to work rapidly and professionally covering each leg with the exfoliating cream. You could tell she was already into her work and it was as if I wasn't even in the room. Just watching caused me to relax considerably and the music added to the feeling.

After finishing with the exfoliating cream Kerry took out a hand towel and wiped off any excess of the cream. You could tell by watching Jane that this felt good and every once in a while I could hear what I thought to be an almost imperctible moan of pleasure coming from Jane.

Kerry moved back to Jane's upper torso. She repositioned the towel and began applying the special massage oil. 

"This is a product I discovered from one of the other masseuses I work with occasionally," Kerry said quietly. "I think you will notice a heightened sensitivity in your skin almost right away. If it's something you do not like, just say so, otherwise I'll keep going."

Another "uh huh," quietly came from Jane's mouth. You could sense there were going to be no objections. As Kerry worked the oil into Jane's shoulders you could see her muscles relax. My vicarious experience was almost as good as an actual massage. If I had been a cat I certainly would have been purring.

Kerry's expert fingers worked each group of muscles in Jane's back thoroughly. She paid particular attention to the small group of muscles in the very lower back just above the coccyx, but professionally avoided the muscles of Jane's buttocks, keeping that location discretely covered with the towel. 

Following the back she moved on to the upper left arm, shoulder joint and then down to her fingers. Jane's head was facing me, but her eyes were closed. Even so I could tell she was really enjoying things so far. 

Next Kerry started on the legs using a generous amount of the warm sensitivity oil. She kept the towel professionally positioned but when she was at the end of the table she gently placed her hands on Jane's ankles to spread them a little further apart. Jane got the hint and almost beat Kerry to the punch, opening her legs until her ankles were just at the outside edges of the table. Kerry began working the large muscles in Jane's thighs, kneading them to perfection. 

A weak voice from Jane whispered, "This is the best massage I have ever had."

Kerry replied, "It's awfully early to judge that, I'm only just beginning. I gather I'm not using too much pressure?"

The question went unanswered and Kerry knew things were fine too. Moving on to the feet you could see that Kerry knew just how to get the maximum pleasure from every body part. She first did one foot and then the other. She then paid special attention to the ankles before moving back up to the thigh area. Even though the towel covered Jane's buttocks, Kerry must have had a pretty good view of Jane's labia.

By now Kerry was well over a half hour into her effort. She seemed unhurried and from all appearances you would guess she was just beginning. As she moved to the left side of the table to work the left thigh, she slid the towel up just a little more so the buttocks was still completely covered, but so that she could more easily work the inner thighs. From my vantage it was difficult to see what was going on, but I could see that her thumbs were on the outside of the thigh and the fingers on the inside. If she was verging on forbidden territory Jane gave no sign. 

Just as I was thinking that, I heard Kerry say, "You still comfortable?"

"Absolutely," came the feeble voiced response I had become used to. "It feels wonderful." 

In my own way I could imagine it did and I was still in my purring cat mode, enjoying the experience vicariously. I was treated as invisible and for all intents and purposes I felt invisible.

Kerry applied more oil and entered the inner thigh area on the left side once more. Judging from the position of the hands I could see, she had to be only millimeters away from the labia. There has to be a little stimulus there and sure enough I could sense just a slight occasional rise in Jane's hips. This has to be a natural reflex for anyone being massaged like this. 

I could imagine a little moisture developing in Jane's pussy and just the thought made me note that Kerry's actions were beginning to get a rise out of me too. I didn't move and I am sure that neither woman was in a state to care about me.

Kerry next incorporated the muscles of the left buttocks into her routine. Sliding her hands beneath the towel, in one move she began massaging the area and had moved the towel completely off Jane's beautiful ass and into the small of her back. Jane didn't even seem to notice or probably more accurately care. Kerry worked the large muscles of the Gluteus Maximus from the inside to the outside. Her firm fingers moved from Jane's crack outward. At the lower end of the buttocks Kerry's fingers had to be rubbing against Jane's labia each time they went deep between her thighs. Jane's response was clear as she arched her hips upward very subtly allowing Kerry's hands maximum stimulation.

Kerry switched sides of the table now and continued the same routine on the right upper thigh and buttocks. The towel remained in the small of Jane's back and now was little more than a decoration in this process. Kerry's left hand disappeared from sight between Jane's thighs with every move and you could see, with more frequency, the subtle rises in Jane's hips. My guess was that Jane was beginning to enjoy the frequent brushes against her labia.

Next Kerry flexed the right leg at the knee and then flexed the entire hip. This later move had to give Kerry a pretty good view of Jane's pussy, which I imagined by now, was probably freely lubricated. Kerry repeated the process with the left knee and leg. I wondered if this view was beginning to have any effect on Kerry.

Kerry lifted the towel from the small of Jane's back and held it out in front of her and told Jane, "Time for the other side."

Jane rolled over and Kerry professionally kept the towel between herself and Jane professionally blocking any view of Jane's upper body. With Jane in place, Kerry positioned the towel to cover Jane from the tops of her breasts, to the tops of her thighs. She commenced her massage again beginning with the neck and shoulders. Her thumbs deftly, yet with just the right amount of pressure, probed the sensitive muscles surrounding the clavicle. 

Being on the right side of the table, this time she did Jane's right arm. She provided special attention to the hand and fingers and then gently placed Jane's arm back on the table beside her body.

"Are you comfortable having your breasts massaged, or is that something you would prefer to skip?" asked Kerry without a change in the tone of her voice.

Jane's reply was, "I don't know, I've never had that done. But everything has been so wonderful so far. Sure, go for it."

I watched with an ever-growing bulge as Kerry folded the towel down so that the fold line was about even with Jane's navel. She applied some more warm oil and professionally cupped both hands around the right breast, massaging the tissue expertly. 

"I love to have my breasts massaged," Kerry said in stride. "I think it is particularly good for the soft tissue that comprises most of this area. That is to say nothing about how good it feels too."

A gentle moan escaped from Jane's mouth in response. She obviously agreed with the latter part of Kerry's statement. 

"This feels so good," were the barely audible words that followed.

Kerry gently began to work on Jane's nipples, which were by now quite firm. I knew from my experience that this was a particularly sensitive feature of Jane's body and could only wonder if she were having the normal response down below.

As Kerry leaned into her work, she strategically brushed her thigh against Jane's hand, which lay at the outermost area of the massage table. I caught the subtleness of this move and I also saw Jane's fingers move ever so subtly to flex against Kerry's thigh. It was as if she were sending a message about how much she enjoyed the experience so far.

After thoroughly stimulating each breast, Kerry folded the towel down even further to just above Jane's pubic area. She applied a generous amount of oil to Jane's stomach and began with large circles of both hands. 

"Judging by your flat stomach, you keep yourself in pretty good shape," said Kerry.

"I try," said Jane. "I enjoy the outdoors and also try to swim regularly."

You have a very attractive body Jane," were Kerry's next words as she continued her massage. 

Her fingers moved lower and lower until they were on either side of Jane's pubic bone. Her hands made smaller circles and her fingers concentrated in the small area just above and on either side of Jane's neatly groomed pubic area.

I thought to myself that this must feel really good. I knew it would if it were I.

Kerry repositioned the towel and moved to the foot of the table. She added more oil and began working her way up feet first. You could see the strength in Kerry's fingers as she massaged first on foot then the other. She gradually worked her way up to Jane's thighs and commenced with moves similar to what she had used on Jane's backside. Kerry's hands regularly disappeared inside of Jane's thighs and I imagined her strategic contact, even though occasional had to be having a stimulating affect.

After a few more minutes I heard Kerry say, "Still comfortable?"

"Yes, very," came the reply from Jane.

"I'd like to move on to the next phase if your wish. For this it is much more comfortable for me if you move to the bed. Is that OK?" asked Kerry.

Jane replied, "Sure, this has been wonderful so far."

"While you move from the table, I'm going to go to the bathroom and wash my hands. 

"Tres, would you be so kind to cover the bed with these towels," she said reaching for a stack of large fluffy towels in her bag. "I don't want to get massage oil all over that beautiful comforter," she said.

I agreed and slowly rose from my relaxed state to help out. Kerry headed for the bathroom and Jane got off of the table. Jane helped me as we positioned the large beach sized towels on top of the bed.

Kerry was still in the bathroom while Jane positioned herself in the left center of the bed. As she moved her naked, oil glistening body into position she gently brushed my hand and whispered, "Come here." 

I complied, Jane planted a wet kiss on my lips, and uttered, "Thank you, Kerry is really wonderful. This is the best massage I have ever had. She is very attractive, but I imagine you have already noticed that." she said with a wry smile.

I positioned myself back on the extreme left hand side of the bed with my head propped on my arm and a couple of the pillows. At about the same time Kerry exited the bathroom. She had shed her athletic slacks and was now barefoot and dressed in brief running shorts and the same midriff length tank top. I noticed that something else was different too; she had obviously taken off her bra and her nipples were poking prominently at her top.

Kerry repositioned the table with the oils near the bedside and said, "Now on to phase two."

"How many phases are there," asked Jane.

"As many as you are comfortable with," was Kerry's reply, not missing a beat.

Kerry blew out the candle warmer and switched to a massage oil in a light blue plastic tube. 

"This is a different oil and will cause you to relax," Kerry said as she applied the oil to her hands.

She deftly moved to the bed and straddled Jane's hips so she could position herself to work on Jane's back and upper body. As she leaned forward I could see her gorgeous breasts expand in freedom beneath her top. If she noticed my stare, she never let on.

Jane was more relaxed then ever and "limp as a noodle," was probably the apropos expression. Her hands were positioned at her sides and her toned muscles appeared totally relaxed. A second Loreena McKennet disc was emanating its sounds in the background adding to the mood.

Kerry now slid off to the right side and went to work on the thigh area once more. This time my view of exactly where her fingers probed was much more clear. I also had a perfect view of her face while she was working. While her outward attitude hadn't appeared to change at all, I noticed a much more relaxed being about Kerry. While she was working Jane's legs I even caught her taking a quick glance in my direction. Her pose was incredibly sexy and I found myself thinking about her beautiful tits and what lay beneath that short cutoff top.

I also caught a glance from Jane as she turned her head in my direction, opened her eyes, and displayed her un-ignorable pleasure. Her hand reached out briefly and touched mine, then returned to its original location.

"Time to roll over," was the word from Kerry. 

Jane turned over slowly, exposing her naked front without any shame or hesitation. Kerry again straddled Jane's waist and I could tell from the look on her face that Jane had noticed the absence of Kerry's bra too. This time Kerry took Jane's breasts in her hands as if it was totally expected. The reaction, from my close-up view, was immediate as Jane's nipples began to harden immediately. The two gorgeous women were coupled pelvis to pelvis and Kerry was massaging Jane's breasts with re-born enthusiasm. 

"This is the first time I have ever been touched like this by another woman," said Jane. "It seems more natural than I might have expected. With you it seems totally natural, Kerry." 

"Thank you," were Kerry's words. "You have very touchable tits as I am sure Tres would agree."

This time the feeble "Uh huh," came from my lips. My cock was now rock hard and there was no way of hiding it.

Jane's hands responded almost automatically by reaching out to touch Kerry's bare back. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," came the words from Jane's mouth almost immediately as she pulled her hands down.

"Don't be," replied Kerry. "I like it more when you participate. I like being touched by the right woman. Have you ever felt another woman's breast, Jane?"

"No, not really, I haven't, but I wouldn't mind touching yours. I feel so comfortable right now."

Kerry reached down, grasped both of Jane's hands with her own and placed them underneath the bottom of her top at the base of her own breasts. 

"Please, be my guest," Kerry urged.

For the first time in her life Jane found herself fondling another woman's tits and I was there up close and personal. 

Kerry removed her hands from Jane and reached with her right hand for the oil at the side of the bed. She then instructed Jane, "Hold out your hand," as she proceeded to squirt it nearly full of oil. 

"I love the feel of this oil on my nipples," said Kerry.

Jane said, "I don't want to get this all over your top."

Kerry's reaction was immediate and the top came up over her head without further ado.

Jane was now free to massage Kerry's gorgeous tits while Kerry reciprocated. This was getting more erotic by the minute. Jane was totally naked and was being straddled by Kerry who only wore her brief running shorts. 

As Jane's nipples remained firm to Kerry's touch, Kerry leaned forward, took one nipple into her mouth, and began to suck gently. The reaction was automatic from Jane and the unmistakable rise of her pelvis was greeted by equal pressure from Kerry's own. 

After a few seconds of sucking, Kerry slid her torso further down Jane's legs and deposited her tongue on Jane's stomach just above her immaculately groomed pubic hair. It was only a second or two before Kerry's tongue found its way to the now soaked pussy in front of her.




Rendezvous



I entered the hotel room anticipation fluttering wildly in my stomach. The lights were seductively dimmed. I closed the door behind me and walked into the bedroom. You're there, waiting for me, ready for me. I smile at you and you grin wickedly, those seductive eyes of yours watching my every move as I step closer to the edge of the bed where you recline in nothing but a thong. 

Your breasts are beautiful as I knew they would be, the dark caramel nipples already rigid with your arousal. I remove my shoes then climb onto the bed. My hands show you more effectively than any words I could have uttered at that moment, how much I want you. I run them slowly along the length of your legs, over your calves to your thighs. I can feel you trembling slightly. It turns me on even more to know you are so...affected by my touch, my presence, the thought of what I am about to do to you. 

My lips follow the path my hands have pioneered. I hear you moan and it spurs me on. I reach your knee and your legs part expectantly but I am not about to rush anything. I have you to myself all evening and I intend to take full advantage. I moved back down to your prettily painted toes and encase the first one in my mouth. I suckle gently and watch as your back arches, as your fingers grip the sheets while you try and endure the sweet torment. My tongue flickers butterfly light between two of your toes and you gasp raggedly. I'm soaking wet now and my pussy is throbbing. I love the feeling, the tightness of it. 

I take my time with your foot, nipping gently here and there, keeping you on edge. I repeat the process with your other foot until I can see moisture darkening your panties. When I have teased you enough, I release your foot and begin anew my journey up your lovely legs. I remove your thong slowly, enjoying the building anticipation. My fingers are inside of you by the time my tongue slips over the curve of your knee. Your wetness is immense, your tightness divine. I probe and find that spot inside you that has your eyes springing open and my name falling off your lips. I watch fascinated for a moment as my fingers move in and out of you, almost as though I am separate from it all. It is pornographic the way your juices coat my fingers and I can stand it no longer. I must taste. 

I push your thighs up, opening you up then dip my head and run my tongue along your soaked snatch. The taste is intoxicating. My tongue wants to be everywhere at once. I start with your ass, nibbling the sensitive hole until you are begging me to make you cum. I move up and push my tongue as deeply into your spasming cunt as I can get it, flicking it around your opening. I can feel your cum filling my mouth and I swallow to make room for more. I lick up and you sigh thinking I am about to relieve your torment but my tongue stops just before your clit and I move back down to your opening. 

I go back and forth between your pussy and your ass for a few minutes until finally your take a firm grip on my hair and put my mouth where you really want it. I acquiesce and wrap my soft lips around your turgid clit. My tongue moves slowly, lovingly over the throbbing morsel. Your legs are shaking uncontrollably. I apply more pressure and begin moving my tongue faster. You are talking to me and the words enflame me. I double my efforts to get you your first big finish. You hold my head tightly, pulling the hair, pressing me in place until you cum. The sound of your voice as you speak drives a spear of desire through me. It takes an act of will I would not have believed possible not to pull out my thick dick and fuck you right then. When your spasms had calmed, I turned you over and moved above you. My tongue starts from the small of your back and makes its way along your spine. You shiver and giggle slightly. 

I kiss my way over your back, delicately nibbling here and there. I kiss the full mounds of your ass cheeks, then deliver a couple of surprising slaps to it. You moan your appreciation at the display of forcefulness. I ask if you are ready to be fucked. You nod your head, too worked up to get the words out. I pull you up onto your knees and spread your legs the appropriate width. I exit the bed and you watch as I strip my shirt over my head to reveal a simple white wife beater. My tattoos are displayed and I know you've noted them but your attention is not held. My hands unbuckle my belt and unbutton my jeans. I step out of the heavy material then straighten to reveal the prominent bulge between my thighs. Reaching into my boxers I remove the thickly veined shaft and watch your eyes light up. 

I don't have words to adequately convey how I feel about my dick. It is not apart of me like a man's which means I am not ruled by it like a man. But it is an extension of me when I wear it, a way of broadening my means of bringing you pleasure and that makes me feel powerful. So I smile as a fingertip of arousal runs its way down my spine while I slowly stroke the thick cock. Your eyes never leave my crotch as I bend to retrieve my pants. I pull out a handful of condoms and toss them on the bed next to you then drop my pants back on the floor and join you on the large bed. 

I quickly rip open a rubber and don its contents. With that done, I position myself between your slick lips and slowly push in. I watch fascinated as your pussy stretches to accommodate it. The thick lips swallow my python and again I am forced to call on that willpower to keep from ramming it home. The visual is enough to make me come but I grit my teeth and keep my composure. I have much more pleasure to deliver to you before I allow myself any type of release. My arms criss cross your lower back and I hold your hips in place as I begin to slowly withdraw from you before pushing back in. 

Your voice fills my ears, the sultry sound of it as you moan, the breathy quality of the words that tumble from your lips. You want to be fucked and I want to fuck you so I let up a little on my control and thrust back into you. You cry out and I almost stop but I see the way you are pushing yourself back against me to take more. I grin to myself and build my rhythm quickly. Fast, hard strokes that have your breasts jiggling and your pussy spitting more wetness on my shaft. My hands move up to your shoulders and I pull you back. I am leaning on my calves and you sit up slightly sure that I will support us. My hand is around your elegant throat and the strength in it is apparently not lost on you. I squeeze a little and you slam yourself down onto my length. 

When you cum this time you scream for me. Oh, how I have longed to hear the sound of your ecstasy this way. I continue to pound into your yielding pussy bringing you to a quick follow up orgasm. You collapse to the bed and I take pity - or is it advantage? - and let you recover. Your arm is over your eyes as you struggle to regulate the shaking in your thighs and your labored breathing. I leave the bedroom and enter the living area of the spacious suite. I grab the duffel bag that I brought along and head back to you. "That was great." You say softly and I smile at you.

"We're just getting started lil mama." I inform you. You watch as I unzip the bag and begin to remove items. 

By the time I have emptied the bag you are sitting up looking on expectantly. I move to a high backed chair sitting in the corner and pull it into the center of the floor space left in the bedroom. "Sit." I command. My voice is different now, stronger, more demanding. You respond to it and I hold my grin in check. This is something else now. You are about to be dominated. You place yourself in the chair and I pick up the first of the tethers that will bind you to it. I squat in front of you and place a thick hand towel on the arm of the chair before moving your leg over it. The towel offers cushioning so that the sharp edge of the chair will not cut into your flesh. I secure your ankle to the leg of the chair making sure that you have virtually no room for movement before repeating the process with your right leg. 

Your breathing has quickened as your mind starts to offer up possibilities about what I will do to you while you are helpless this way, how it will feel. By the time I am done with your legs you are leaned back in the chair with your legs spread wide, your ass resting close to the edge. I pull your arms behind your back, just rough enough to make you gasp softly and to cause wetness to leak from you. I secure your wrists behind your back and though you know you can go no where, you pull against the leather binding anyway. I do smile now because it is futile. 

I circle the chair studying you, occasionally running a fingertip over a sensitive area of skin. When I am ready, I move to the bed and lift the blindfold up. There is a mild panic in your eyes now that arouses me in a way I didn't imagine it would. I place the material over your eyes blocking out all light. "Can you see anything?" I ask.

"No." You breathe.

"Good. I'll be back." I say.

"Where are you going?"

"Did I give you permission to question me?" I snap. I can see your heartbeat fluttering in your throat.

"No." You answer quietly.

"Remember that." I say then quickly dress myself. I leave the hotel room and head to the ice machine. 

It only takes a couple of minutes but I imagine that it feels much longer than that to you in your predicament. I imagine that you wonder if I will come back, if I have left you that way. I even imagine that anger has begun to rise to the surface, an expected self-defense mechanism. I enter the room quietly and again disrobe. I pick a cube of ice and place it in my mouth to speed up the melting process. I stand behind you and hold the ice above your rising and falling breasts. You jump when the droplet of cold water splashes against your fevered skin. "Are you ready?" I ask.

"Yes." You reply. I move around and kneel in front of you. 

My hands are strong as they move over your thighs. I have the ice in my mouth again and guide it along your inner thighs. You moan pitifully and my body tightens with arousal at the heady sound of it. I can see the muscles in your thighs clenching as I slowly move the cube along your fevered flesh. I get to the steamy juncture of your thighs and you cry out as I use my tongue to push the frozen liquid inside of you. I use my long fingers to push it further inside of you and enjoy myself for a few moments drinking from you as the heat of your body melts the ice. 

When the cube is half way melted and your pussy is literally running with juices I rise and put on a new condom. I position myself at your opening and slip inside. As I enter you deeply the ice is pressed further inside of you. When I withdraw it slides along your canal. I thrust back in and you scream your way into orgasm. It is overwhelming and I hang my head as I remind myself to keep my control. I find myself repeating the sentiment in my head like a mantra as each stroke causes you to moan and squirm as the sensation is prolonged. 

When the ice is gone and you have come for me several more times from my ministrations, I withdraw from you and move to the bed. I pick up the vibrating nipple clamps I've brought along and come back to you. I lift the blindfold so you can see what I am doing. I put the instruments on and you hiss at the initial instance of pain. I turn them on and watch your eyes roll to the back of your head. I kneel before you again. "Watch." I command. You look down the length of your body and watch my tongue move along your slick lips. 

You are panting as I keep you teetering on the edge of oblivion. My tongue moves over your clit, firm, very sure of its movements and what it's making you feel. I flick the tip over your sensitized morsel and you beg when you can no longer remain quiet. I punish you for your disobedience by backing away. You strain toward me, feeling my warm breath tickling your throbbing pussy. "Please, please." You plead with me. 

"The longer you ask for it, the longer you'll have to." I say. I am impressed with my ability to remain so detached in my words when I'm fighting a battle with myself to keep from giving in. I have to remain strong, I am dominating right now. I cannot allow myself to give in to the invitation your engorged cunt is giving me. 

It takes a few minutes, you come close to tears but eventually you get yourself together and manage to keep yourself to whimpers. Finally when I can torture myself no longer, I attack your wetness with my mouth. I get into my rhythm, teasing you mercilessly. If your hands were free you would be gripping my head trying to get me to keep the contact steady. I smile against you thinking about how it must torment you. After an indeterminable amount of time I decide I am ready for you to cum. My tongue begins to move steadily faster and you make a keening sound that causes my already rigid clit to spasm viciously. When you are close to erupting I push two fingers into you, plunging you over the edge. I moan against you as I feel your walls vice grip around my fingers and my orgasm is only heartbeats behind yours. You flood my mouth and I drink you down, loving every delicious drop. 

I take a few moments to gather myself before I pull out of you and suck my fingers clean. You are barely conscious as I untie you. I lift you in my arms and carry you to the bed. You whisper something and I have to strain to make the words out. You are telling me you love me but though I enjoy the warm rush the thought gives me I don't take the words seriously. You are high off the after glow of fabulous sex. I remove the nipples clamps and you whimper again as the blood rushes to the sensitized peaks. Your body jerks as you experience a quick follow up orgasm. Not as intense as its predecessor but certainly worth remembering. I put my tools away and join you in bed. You snuggle against me and are asleep almost instantly. I hold you awhile, allowing myself to pretend for a brief time that we are more than just secret lovers. Then with a sigh of satisfaction tinged with regret, I slip from the bed, dress quietly and leave. You will never see me again and you will never forget me. 



Rendezvous



He shoved his hands in the pockets of his trousers, customarily bored. He seemed pitifully lost as he searched the room for her. She smiled to herself as she eyed him; the warmth of her affection rose as she noted his awkward appearance: his hair was slightly tousled; bright red wisps obscured one eye. His collar fell open. Earlier that evening she had managed-after a fair amount of convincing, bribing, and bargaining-to get him into a black suit and a crisp white dress shirt as long as he could forego the tie. This was the compromise. He complained that the shoes were too tight. The suit wasn't really "him." Despite these protests he looked beautiful; so elegantly disheveled. He'd matured so much in the few weeks she'd known him: no longer did he seem the timid, shy little fawn he was the night she first met him. 

Generally he had remained the gentle, guileless boy she had instantly adored; however, there had surfaced in the last weeks a darker side to his personality of which only she was aware. In their private moments, she discovered his fondness for simply lying next to her, cradling her in his arms. This became an early morning routine he initiated in which he waked her with deep, drowsy kisses that became languid explorations of one another. However, he had become slightly more aggressive recently; on occasion he surprised her with new tactics. She began to think that in the process of this systematic cultivation of her young lover, she'd created a monster. 

The sound of voices broke her reverie. They grew louder as a small crowd of people gathered about him. Clearly he was annoyed for a brief, furtive moment, then proceeded to shine each interlocutor with a hurried polite comment, nod, or forced smile. After a short while the little group dispersed. He locked his eyes on her. He merely smirked and mouthed the words, "come here." She smiled tentatively and eased her way toward him. 

She reached a mark within fifteen feet of her target before she was blocked by yet another cluster of people. "Shit." She hissed through clenched teeth. He was swallowed up by the small crowd, and clearly out of her reach. Impatience, then aggravation seized her. In a puerile fit she disappeared into the powder room down the far hall and determined to seal herself in it-for the remainder of the evening if need be. 

She hadn't closed the door behind her before the tears started to well and spill out over reddening cheeks. A lump formed and ached in her throat. Having been repeatedly cut off from her own lover was maddening. In their time alone he was fully accessible to her. Only to her. He was warm, tender, solely hers. But those moments were few and far between lately and she considered-this time with cold deliberation-just how much it was worth it. She remonstrated herself for crying, for ever showing the slightest trace of vulnerability. She forced them away with the heel of her hand, cursing herself. Her eyes stung. She glanced around the room for a tissue to dab her swelling eyes, but then she heard knuckles drumming against the door. 

"Staying in there all night, are you?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe. She started to answer, but he abruptly cut her short; he moved forward into the room. "Suppose you'd like a bit of company?" He snapped the door behind him and locked it with a firm click.

"None of that now..." He said. The breathiness of his voice sent chills through her. She felt his lips, torturously warm and smooth against her face. She struggled to explain, sputtering in a pitiable effort to get out all the anger, but then his lips brushed against hers. 

"I..." she began a second, futile protest.

"Shhhhh." 

The kiss that followed made her instinctively drape her arms around his shoulders and receive him. She loved the way he kissed. His mouth, always sugarsweet and soft; the way he began ever so gently and built gradually to tender aggression. A shock of his ginger hair swept forward and tickled the bridge of her nose. She winced a moment, then smiled against his mouth. He laughed softly, his lips parted slowly. She felt his tongue and realized his intentions.

"Here?" She whispered.

"Mmmhmm." He nibbled her ear...the vibrations of his voice teased her skin and trickled down her spine as she felt his mouth full against the crook of her neck.

"Now...?"

"Mmmmhmm." Was his muffled response. His tongue pulsed against her throat.

His fingers crept around her waist and he began gathering the fabric of her dress in his fists. He guided her backward against the vanity, and lifted her onto the cold, unyielding surface of the bathroom vanity. It was a clumsy operation getting her onto such an unforgiving perch and out of her panties, but nonetheless it was successful. She felt his hand glide between her thighs, and then to her center. He stroked her, whispering a string of deliciously obscene propositions into her ear. 

She weakened at this, but she hesitated to respond fully. He only heard her halted cry she buried against his chest...only felt her hips move to meet his caresses. A quiet skirmish between want and fear went on in her head: fear of being heard and found; fear of falling even deeper. This rebellion lasted but a moment; she became even more limp as his fingers slipped inside her and he gained a steady rhythm as he worked them back and forth. 

"Like that?" He breathed into her ear. She clutched his shoulders for support. She nodded dreamily. 

"Yeah," she responded in a protracted exhale. She licked and then bit her lower lip, now getting very comfortable with the depraved state of mind that consumed her. She then glided her tongue across his lower lip til it met his. He kissed her mouth, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in perfect syncopation with the movements of his hand. She met his next words with a tremulous groan and a hitch in her throat: "Then lean back."

He lowered himself to his knees and placed her leg on his shoulder. His fingers continued unabated in steady, minute thrusts. He trailed tiny, hot kisses up the inside of her bare thigh, alternating with a flick of his tongue. His other hand fixed her firmly in place by her hip. Instantly her eyes fluttered as she felt the tip of his tongue tease her with its quick and featherlike movements against her clitoris-a technique he had perfected with sufficient practice. A wave of numbness followed, then panic, then sheer ecstasy as his tongue dipped further, fuller, deeper into her. He took his time, slowly tasting her, nudging her legs apart while his fingers pumped steadily. A sharp pang of exquisite pain seared through her when she felt his teeth grip that tender flesh. His gentle sucking made her quiver a moment until his hair brushed against the inside of her thigh. He glanced up at her routinely-a deliberate act that he knew brought her to convulsions. Careful not to disturb his momentum and desperate to work through the mounting tension in her body, she slowly extended the leg that supported her, as though to drive her heel directly into the floor. She bit her lip to stifle a shriek. 

In a moment he stood up. The look in his eyes nearly gave her a start. They were greener, more intense and vivid than ever before. A wicked smile played at his pink mouth. She cupped his face in her hands, then glided her fingers through his hair, intent on messing it beyond repair. It was like spun silk...cool and soft and lush.

He bit his lip and glanced slyly at the door, all the while working at his zipper. She raised her legs higher to encircle his hips. The impulse to have his shirt open seized her and she and fumbled feverishly at the buttons. The shirt came open she moved her hands over the smooth flesh of his stomach, to the arc of his ribcage, then to the nubile flesh of chest...and then to her most cherished place on his body: the redblonde curls just beneath his abdomen. He grinned down at her from beneath a curtain of bangs. Slipping her hands round to his back, she felt its sleekness; the taut muscles. Her emotions rushed to the fore and she suddenly wanted to cry again. He was young, alive...warm and sweet and all hers again.

In an instant he was kissing her, forcing his tongue into her mouth just as he entered her. His deep low moan mingled a moment with the soft sighs he produced from her. He opened his mouth wide, and lapped at hers as they felt the length of his shaft sink him to the hilt.

"This is where I want to be." He whispered, the tension in his voice climbed steadily as he slowly withdrew only to drive himself in further, harder. He rocked his hips gently, but his breath became sharp gasps and his body began to tremble. He groaned with the tension; his fingers gripped her hips so tightly she felt sure a bruise would appear. 

"Sorry..." His eyes fixed on hers. He pressed his lips tightly together, then leaned his head in to meet hers as though to gather strength. "It's okay, baby..." she whispered soothingly in his ear, and brushed the hair from his eyes. "...Just let go."

He rocked his hips faster...She drank in the visceral image before her...this lean male form with his shirt and jacket hastily thrown open to reveal pale skin like fresh creme...the muscles of his lean stomach tensing from the movements of his beautiful body...dark eyes peering down at her through a veil of red silk. Voices rose from beyond the door, but neither seemed to notice or to care. She bit her lip, writhed against him, and resolved to keep her eyes trained on the minute movements of his mouth, his eyes. With each of her exhalations there came a soft feminine sigh that visibly urged him on. She tensed her muscles around his shaft, provoking another deep groan from him. Her legs clutched him so tightly that a searing pain threatened. Muttering incoherent praises, she reached for him and glided her hands over his shoulders. The friction he made as he stroked her steadily sent spirals of pleasure from the same sensitive spot his mouth had agitated earlier. She came in waves, clutching the lapels of his jacket; her body jerking as small convulsions radiated through her and extended to the tips of her toes. Fully sated and slightly delirious, she dragged her tongue along the smooth fullness of his throat to the tip of his chin.

"God..." he panted.

She teased at his mouth with her own, barely touching his lips with her tongue. He whimpered softly in response and playfully flicked his tongue at her mouth. She breathed his name over and over, petting him like an adoring Venus. "Beautiful boy..." 

With this he came in a single, violent rush, his face contorted and flushed a bright pink while she stroked his cheek and kissed him. After several minutes he caught his breath and smiled...met her mouth fully and at long last with lips cool from quick, manic breaths. 

"What now, love?" He queried, smoothing his jacket and running his hand through his hair at his reflection.

"Get the hell out of the bathroom without being seen." She said flatly.

"Right." 

She crept out of the room behind him, her fingers interlocked with his. Her eyes darted this way and that down what appeared to be an abandoned hallway. They had not gone but a few steps before he stopped suddenly and turned. He nodded at a man standing sentry outside the door. In a raised whisper the boy simply said, "Thanks."



Rendezvous



The trail had been long and it seemed like it would be hours before they camped. Callia methodically placed one foot in front of the other, instinct willing her to continue. She glanced around at her companions. They all seemed to be feeling the effects of the ale consumed at the Grandfather Tree with the Uthgardt Barbarians. All except Darvic. He looked as crisp as an early spring morning. She shook her head at him. What a stick in the mud. Even Onis had fun with the four barbarian women that carried him off. With a groan, she rubbed her temples. Just a few miles more.

She kept to herself for most of the day. She knew what her companions must be thinking. She'd fallen from grace...again. After a few months of not drinking and not screwing everything that moved, she consumed 2 whole barrels of ale and indulged in intense carnal lust with 2 human barbarian men. No one seemed to look down on her for it. Not a word had been said that her ears had heard. But Callia sensed something. She caught a sneer of disgust on Darvic's face as she briefly glanced at him.

She walked ahead in silence, consumed in thought and occasionally checking the trail for tracks. As the sun began to lower in the sky, they settled on a campsite and started a fire. Callia kept to herself as she shrugged off her pack and gathered her bow and arrows. Hunting would do her some good. She spent nearly an hour in the woods, finding 2 plump rabbits and an armful of wild vegetables. She returned to camp, spotting someone she had not seen in months.

His very presence sent shockwaves racing through her, as if someone had unleashed Shocking Grasp inside her heart. She thought she would never see him again. With a happy shriek, she raced towards him. As she reached him, she threw her arms around him, planting a multitude of kisses on his face.

"NATHAN!" she cried, "It is so good to see you."

"Callia? My, you look so different. I almost didn't recognize you!" He replied, returning her embrace.

"What brings you here? What news can you give me from The Moonwood? Did you make it there without trouble? Were you treated well?" She asked, firing off a barrage of questions.

"One at a time, luv," he replied. "Yes, I made it there just fine. I was treated well. Your brother was happy to hear from you. As for what brings me here, I was sent back to find you by your brother. He sends an urgent message. He asks that you come home with most haste. Your mother is ailing and is asking for you." Nathan replied, hating to be the bearer of bad news.

"My mother?" she repeated. "What's wrong with her? She was hale and hearty when I left some months ago."

"I really wasn't told, hun. I was just told to find you. That is all I know." Nathan replied.

"Allow me to gather my things and say my goodbyes." Callia said, shocked to hear the news about her mother. She stuffed her possessions into her pack and gathered her weapons. Then she said her goodbyes. 

"I must return home immediately. My mother is ill. I will try to catch up if I can." She gave everyone a hug. Onis stopped her before she headed out of camp. "I hope it is nothing serious ailing your mother. Be careful out there."

"I will. I can take care of myself in the wilderness. You are the one who should be careful. I know everyone will be ever watchful for that cloaked werebat who has been stalking you."

"I will be. Darvic will keep me safe."

"Yes, the great Darvic will keep you safe." Callia scoffed. "We could do that and not have to be paid."

"Be nice, Callia. Forget about all that. Look who you have to accompany you on your journey home." Onis replied, his eyes twinkling.

"Yes, I know. I had hopes I'd meet up with him again." Callia smiled, and hugged him. "Take care, dear friend."

Callia joined Nathan and they headed north. "So how long have you been searching for me?" she asked, knowing it had been a few months since their meeting in Red Larch. It was then that she had sent him to The Moonwood with the letter for her brother.

"About a month. I pulled in a favor from a friend. I had her cast a locate spell which pinpointed your location as being The High Forest." Callia gave him a look. "A friend, huh? What kind of friend?"

"Just a friend."

Callia nodded then shot him a blazing smile, knowing full well what he meant. "I am glad you found me. I've thought about you more than you know since our night together in Red Larch."

"You are one hell of a woman. I was more than happy to be the one to seek you out." Nathan replied as he took her hand in his.

"You can show me how much later when we camp," Callia purred.

"I will."

The two pressed on, covering several more miles before full dark made vision difficult. They made camp close to a small creek. Callia nearly shook with anticipation as she watched Nathan build their fire. He left momentarily, returning with a fat rabbit and some wild vegetables. She smiled as he pulled out a cook pot and began to fix a savory rabbit stew.

"Can I help?"

"Nah, you just rest." Nathan replied, with a smile. "Let me take care of you."

Callia returned his dazzling smile. "Gladly."

It had been a rare occasion that a man did this for her. She would enjoy it while she had time with him to enjoy such pampering. She knew Karowyn would never accept her "relationship" with Nathan, but that didn't matter. She did not have to live with Clan Blackhawk if she could convince Nathan to spend the rest of his life with her. The rest of his life...Callia sighed. Nathan was human and would grow old and die long before her. She pushed the thought aside. She would not dwell on the inevitable fate and live for the time they had now. That was if he wanted her like that as well. Who knew? Mayhap Nathan had a betrothed somewhere in the Realms. He could have many women scattered around. Callia hoped he did not. She hoped he wanted only her. She wasn't sure if she could handle that. No, she thought, shaking her head. I will not dwell on that, either. She would live in the here and now.

"You are quiet." Nathan commented, a twinkle of concern in his eyes.

"Just thinking," Callia replied. "I have a lot on my mind."

"Care to share it?"

Callia hesitated. Did she want him to know her concerns about his mortality? Would he be interested in a life with her? "My thoughts concerned you most of all. I could be perfectly happy to be with you for the rest of your life, but that would be all. I am an elf. You are human. You will grow old and die in too short of a time and I'll be left to mourn you for the rest of my days. And while I'm thinking that, a little voice inside me says you may not want to be with me for the rest of your life. That you may have a human betrothed somewhere in the Realms. And there's also my brother who would not allow it. I can deal with disobeying Karowyn. He won't run my life. I don't have to live within the confines of Clan Blackhawk. I could have my home base elsewhere and still adventure. But I know I want you to be with me for as long as possible," she replied, baring her soul to him.

"I have no one waiting for me elsewhere." Nathan said, calming her fears. "You are one hot woman. I know you are free spirited and rather generous with your favors. I want you to be generous and free solely with me."

"Nathan," she purred, her blue eyes sparkling. She climbed into his lap and snuggled against him. She kissed his neck, nipping at his ears. He loosed a feral groan and pressed her down onto the bedroll.

He removed the stew from the fire and banked it, leaving only enough burning embers to illuminate their tiny camp. Returning to her, he relieved her of her armor and furs. Callia trembled with anticipation as his hands worshipped her body. His rough calloused hands sent frissons of delight racing through her. Jolts of pleasure raced along her nerve endings, exploding as it reached each synapses. Callia's body flushed pink with intense desire. She moaned, reveling in their passion. She sucked in a deep breath and exhaled swiftly as his mouth located her breasts. She whimpered as he took one erect nipple in his mouth and suckled while fondling the other with his hand. His teeth nipped. His fingers pinched. Callia unleashed a feral moan, begging for more. Sensations rippled through her, turning her into a live wire. Nathan had ignited a spark with that would burn brighter and hotter than anything else. She hadn't felt like that in a long time...not since the last time they were together.

Nathan burned a trail down her body with his kisses. Callia dug her nails into his shoulders as he skimmed over the folds of her pussy with his tongue. She shivered, her body writhing. He tasted her, his tongue dipping into the sweet honey of her pussy. A shudder coursed through her body and she let out a scream of intense pleasure as his lips closed over her clit. Knowing how it delighted her, he continued to suckle the tight nub, torturing her, teasing her.

Callia felt her climax building. She shook uncontrollably, moaning loudly. She cried his name as her body erupted, flooding his face with her female juices. He lapped with pungent moisture up, sending her spiraling even higher.

"Nathan," she called, her hands dipping into his hair. "Please..."

With a chuckle, he attacked her dripping snatch once more, eliciting more moans from her. Callia whimpered, her cries of passion echoing through the trees. When she swore she could take no more, Nathan intensified the tongue lashing he had been giving her. Callia screamed, her body writhed and bucked, as jolts of pleasure electrified her whole body. A powerful climax rocked her small body, sending her reeling into oblivion. Only then did he pull away. He stood up, watching as she still shook. He stripped off his own armor and clothing, returning to her. He covered her and hissed as her taut nipples scraped across his chest.

Then he kissed her tenderly, softly. He slid his fingers into the depths of her silky hair. "Callia," he whispered, "You are all that is hot and sexy in this world. I am so glad I found you."

Her hands roamed down his sides, over his back and down to his buttocks. She gripped each buttock in her hand, feeling the compact hardness. "Nathan...take me," she sighed, breathlessly. "Please make love to me."

She felt the thick length of hard cock nudge her thigh as he shifted.

"You want this?" he asked as he nudged her thighs further apart and ran the head up and down her slit.

She moaned. "Yesssssss....please."

"You want me," he purred in a husky voice.

"Yesssssss....please."

Nathan persisted in teasing her, slowly poking the large purple head in, stretching her slightly. Callia groaned. The teasing became such exquisite torture. She writhed and grabbed for his hips, attempting to push him in further. Nathan pulled away, pulling out completely. She whined in protest. "Please..."

"What do you want, beautiful?" he asked, grinding his manhood into her swollen snatch.

"I want you. I need you. Please don't tease me. Just pleasure me. Take me....now!" she pleaded, her nails digging into his flesh in emphasis.

"Does kitty want this?" he asked as he poked his throbbing member back into the slit of her pussy.

"Yes, Nathan, yes."

"Does kitty want it bad enough to take it?" he asked, still teasing her.

"Yes......yesssssssssss...." she purred.

He pushed himself deeper into her and rolled them over. Callia sat up on his thighs, still keeping him buried within her. She slid herself down, completely engulfing his hard rod within her tight snatch. Both released a feral growl. She gripped his pectoral muscles, digging her nails into him while slamming her hips down upon him. She rode him fiercely. Her pussy muscles squeezed his cock, milking him. Nathan groaned aloud.

Pulling her down to his chest, he thrust upward and sought out her mouth. He kissed her while he pinched her nipples. Callia reveled in his brutality, his rough kiss, his rough pinching. She urged him on, reveling in the sheer wildness. She returned his kiss with fervor and dug her nails in harder. She slammed her hips down, meeting him thrust for thrust. Callia pulled herself away and slapped his face. She dug her nails in more, leaving angry marks behind. She used her hold on him as leverage, slamming and bucking. Nathan grunted loudly.

Her feralness only increased his own. As she slammed down, he thrust up into her as hard as he could, piercing her fully. Callia screamed as he hit an inner pleasure spot. She shuddered, spasming as she erupted in orgasm. She trembled uncontrollably.

"Take it," she screamed, thrusting down with her hips and grabbing his long hair. She lost herself in the moment, remembering another time.

One climax erupted after another. Just as she had begun to crest completely, just as this most incredible climax was on the brink of explosion, Nathan seized control and rolled her over, putting her beneath him. Pulling out of her slick heat, he turned her, putting her on her hands and knees before him.

"Take this," he growled in return as he gripped her hips and slammed into her from behind. Callia screamed, digging her nails into the bedroll. He slapped her ass and thrust forcefully. Nathan ripped through her tightness, loosening her in the wake of his battering thrusts.

Callia cried out as she exploded, her wetness gushing out to bathe his cock, soaking his tight clenched balls and spilling out onto the bedroll. She screamed repeatedly as his thrusts came harder and harder.

Through her moans and squeals, Nathan could tell her time was close. He geared his thrusts so they would arrive at that point of ecstasy at the same time. He felt it build within him. It was close. He groaned as he held back. He feverishly teased her clit. Callia screamed as she exploded. Nathan loosed his own scream as he felt his balls erupt. Hot streaming torrents of male cum splattered out inside her. He pumped his hips furiously, milking out all he could.

He shuddered and pulled out with a loud slurping pop, collapsing to the ground. Callia joined him, panting as she fought for breathe.

"Oh honey, oh baby, you are still one great fuck." Nathan groaned as he stretched out on his back.

Callia looked at him with tears in her eyes. "I had hopes I meant more to you than just a great fuck. I want to be more than just a bed warmer," she said, hoarsely.

He rolled toward her and placed his hand upon her body. Softly he stroked her damp flesh. "Oh baby, you are. I could never be so lucky than to find some other woman like you. You are beautiful and wonderful. I know beneath that tough exterior there is a sweet thing waiting to come out. I want you to be sweet and soft. Let me be the strong one. Let me take care of you." Nathan urged, as he stroked her face.

"You took me like no one else ever has. I wanted you to make love to me. I wanted soft and sweet. Make me feel those things. I wanted gentleness."

"But you enjoyed it," he replied. "The night is young, luv. You will have what you wish."

Callia smiled and planted a kiss on his neck. Nathan purred. "Baby, let us rest. We can wash up and eat."

She nodded in agreement as she stretched her lean lithe body. Helping her to her feet, he wrapped them in a blanket and lead her to the creek where they scrubbed each other's bodies. Callia took pleasure in lathering him all over, cleaning him off.

As he ran her hand across her backside, he purred, "You felt so good." Nathan nipped her ear and caressed one of her breasts.

"I've experienced much since I've reached adulthood, but I'd never had anyone do that to me and you are of a considerable size."

"You like my size, don't you, baby?" he asked, his voice dropping lower and huskier.

"Yes, very much so." Callia replied, as she reached behind her to grasp his lengthening shaft.

He groaned in her ear. "I love the way you fit me like a glove, like you were made for just me. You are mine, Callia. My woman."

"Yes," she moaned. "I am yours."

Nathan lifted her into his arms and laid her down on the grass beside the creek. She stroked him to full raging hardness. He had to have her once more. He couldn't get enough of her. He ached for her. He gave her what she wanted as he made love to her the way she wished him to.

Slow and tender, soft and gentle. Nathan worshipped her body, bestowing exquisite pleasure upon her. Callia wept at the sheer beauty of the moment. He kissed her tears away, stroking her until she climaxed. Stars exploded overhead and she clung to him, until his own climax washed over her.

"I can't get enough of you, baby. I hope you don't get tired of my insatiable need for you." Nathan murmured as he rested his head against her breasts.

"Never," she purred, her hands finding his hair.

"That's what I like to hear," he chuckled as he heard her stomach growl. "Sounds like my baby needs food. I guess it's true that one can't live on love alone."

"Unfortunately not. I need food," she replied. "Let's wash again and eat."

Dinner passed quickly as the two devoured the rabbit stew. With their bellies full, they snuggled together within the blankets and recounted their adventures since they'd last been together in Red Larch before drifting off to sleep.

Callia stirred as dawn broke. She stretched languorously and snuggled against Nathan. He made contented sleepy noises. She threw her leg over his hip, nuzzling her face between his head and shoulder. Gently she nipped his ear, suckling lightly. Her hands ran down his muscled chest. She rubbed his sides.

"Nathan," she whispered and lowered her head. She found his nipple, flicking her tongue over the flat bud. He moaned as he slowly woke up.

Callia skimmed her hand down the length of his hard compact body until she reached what she sought. She grasped his cock, amazed to find it at full hardness. Nathan's eyes fluttered open then closed as he rolled from his side to his back. Callia stroked him, feeling the incredible hard length from base to tip within her delicate hand. Climbing astride him, she connected their bodies with one thrust of her hips as she guided him inside her. Slowly she rocked her hips, riding him sensually. She undulated her body atop him with slow graceful movements, bringing him to ecstasy. Nathan moaned and gripped her hips with his hands. Unable to withstand the torture of her teasing gyrations, he pulled her down against his chest and rolled her over, putting her beneath him.

"My turn," he chuckled, as he slammed in the full length of his hard rod, impaling her thoroughly. Callia let out a loud moan. She bucked her hips to meet his thrust. Nathan loosed a growl from deep in his throat. He became wild and demanding, taking her to new plateaus of passion. She reveled in the blissful reverberations coursing through her. She took everything he had to give her and begged for more. He brought her to climax many times, taking her higher and higher each time. She crested the precipice and soared out of space and time. Then he shattered her. She screamed repeatedly as sensations bombarded her, building up to an earthshaking explosion. Her final tumultuous climax set off something within him that he had been holding back.

With a series of grunts and shouts, he joined her in this blissful culmination of their mutual passion. Drained and supremely sated, Nathan collapsed upon her, his body wrung wet with sweat. Callia stroked his back as tears ran down her cheeks. No one had ever taken her that high before. No one had made her feel such pleasure. She'd lost count of the times she had orgasmed. It was as if he had turned her body into one long continuous climax.

"Baby..." he whispered, noting her tears. "Did I hurt you?" "No, my love. You were so wonderful," she sighed, breathlessly. "I've never felt anything so....incredible. I'm not even sure if that is the word for what I feel."




Rendezvous



"I know, hun. Unbelievable is what I'd call it. Mayhap indescribable. You are truly the most passionate, insatiable woman I have ever been with."

Callia smiled, " I aim to please."

Callia knew she wasn't the only woman he'd been with. His skill as a lover was far too great to be a novice. She wondered how many others he had bedazzled during his time out on the range. Jealously peaked, yet she was loathe to show it. She knew he enjoyed her because she was like him in her attitude about their affair. They both enjoyed the thrill of the conquest without being tied to it permanently. Yet something deep inside Callia wanted more. She longed to possess him in every way possible...body, heart, and soul. She longed for that eternal love, that great passionate love.

He broke her thoughts as he slid out of her body with a groan. "I think it's time to clean up."

Callia groaned as he removed his weight from her. "Ugh, I'm sore. I think we made pigs of ourselves. But morning is such the perfect time to indulge our passions."

Nathan chuckled, as he gave her a lusty grin. Rolling away from her, he helped her up and lead her back to the creek where they made a game of washing. Carnal desires returned and he pulled her to him. She wrapped her body around his and indulged in their need for one another once more while standing in the water. Nathan wasn't sure what is was about Callia that made him keep wanting her as he did. Usually once he had had a woman he had quenched whatever desire he had for her. Yet he couldn't understand what made her so different. He knew he must discover her allure. What made him want her so? She had spoke of a life together yet he didn't feel it was in his blood to settle down with her or any woman just yet...maybe never. Sooner or later, he'd have to tell her and hope she'd understand. Until then, why not enjoy what she offered?

A week passed before they reached The Moonwood. Occasionally they had encountered small bands of Orcs and Gnolls. Callia and Nathan fought side by side claiming victory over their attackers. Stopping in Quaevarr, they re-supplied and spent a night in the inn. It felt good to sleep in a bed.

Setting out for the Clan Blackhawk hold, Callia became increasingly nervous. She knew Karowyn would have a few words for her about her behavior. And what about her mother? Would she still be hanging on waiting for her daughter? What was ailing her? Questions assailed Callia and with each passing moment, her anxiety grew.

Nathan noticed it right away. He understood her moods well, even in the short time he had been around her. "Callia," he said, stopping her. "I can tell you are nervous and worried, but I'm sure everything will be fine."

"I hope so. My mother means a lot to me. I know I haven't told her how much in a long time. I think only of myself and my needs more than I should. It's not only her on my mind. I am sure I have a lot to answer for. I almost dread facing Karowyn." Callia admitted. "I know he'll be disappointed, maybe even angry with me."

Nathan drew her into his arms. "Just don't dwell on it right now. You'll cross that bridge when you come to it. Focus on your mother."

"I will," Callia smiled. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, luv," he said as he kissed her on the cheek. "Let's go."

Callia led him to the clan hold. As she reached the thick outer wall surrounding the hold, she took in a deep breath. This was it. She was home at last after many months. She walked up to the entrance, a smile firmly in place hiding any anxiety she was feeling deep inside.

"Welcome home, Callia," several armed guards greeted her amongst various guffaws and chuckles. Nathan cocked his head as he thought he overheard whispers from a few of the men about the camp lightskirt being back. He scowled, yet kept his angst to himself. He had heard some of the same things the last time he was here. It seemed most of the men knew Callia in more than a personal way. He had even heard her referred to as the camp mattress, because everyone had taken their turn laying on her. But truth be told, like mother, like daughter.

"It is good to be home. How is my mother?" she asked, noticing some of the gestures from various members of the guard.

"Last I heard she was fairly sick. The shaman would likely know more."

"Or Lord Karowyn."

"Thank you, Daelric." Callia replied as she lead Nathan through the entrance. They walked through the maze of hide covered lodges until she reached her mother's. Her heart pounded as she stood outside. 

She took in a deep breath. Apprehension gripped her and she sent a look of longing at Nathan.

"Be strong, luv. Go on in," he urged.

Callia shook her head. " Maybe I should speak to Karowyn first."

Callia said as she headed for the central meeting lodge where she expected him to be this time of day. She found him to be where she thought he would be. He was speaking to the council when Callia walked in. Quietly she waited at the back of the lodge. She loved hearing Karowyn speak. His words were most eloquent. He was a born leader. As she listened, she became lost in her thoughts. She thought back to her youth. How she had idolized big brother Karowyn. She used to follow him around when he was home. She recalled how he used to take her hunting when she was still in pigtails. That seemed like eons ago. Now there was always some meeting he had to attend. There was always some demand on his time. Her mind wandered back to how wildly she had grown up...she had such little supervision. Her mother let her do whatever she wanted. 

She recalled how Amakiir could be such a sneak. He often tortured her with his budding magical abilities. How she hated him for it. She hated that Shocking Grasp spell he would hit her with repeatedly. His torture had ultimately colored her judgement against magic. It was only until Onis had taught her differently that her hatred lessened. He and Briar had taught her otherwise.

Callia jumped, startled out of her reverie, as she felt someone touch her shoulder. "Huh?"

"Callia?" Karowyn repeated.

"Sorry, I was thinking." Karowyn stifled a chuckle. "That's a new one."

"Ha-ha." Callia retorted.

"I see you made it home. Have you been to see mother?"

"No, I haven't yet. I wanted to talk to you first. I need to know what is wrong with her. How did she get sick? What happened? What's ailing her?" She blurted out.

"She's dying from the wasting. The shaman could cure her. He could ease her pain. She says she has lived her life."

"Is she just giving up?" Callia asked, as tears stung her eyes.

"I'm afraid so, unless you can convince her otherwise."

"What can I do?" Callia asked.

"Go to her. Talk to her." Karowyn replied, as he walked out of the council lodge with her.

"Why has she given up?"

"She said she was tired of living. She was doing fine until Tharundel left. It is a sad tale, Callia. One best heard from her."

"Tharundel left her? Why? Where'd he go?" Callia asked, confused.

"That I can not tell you because I do not know the answers. I do know he left and mother hasn't been the same ever since. We don't know if he is alive or dead."

"Has no one searched?"

"Yes, we have many times." Karowyn replied.

"I will talk to her. I will convince her not to give up, to accept whatever healing the shaman can provide for her. How long has Tharundel been gone?"

"Three months." 

Callia let out a deep sigh, shaking her head. "I thought they were deeply in love. I don't understand. Why would he leave her?"

"That's not all that weighs heavy on her mind. It's not only Tharundel."

"Who else?"

"You."

"Me?" Callia squeaked. "What did I do?"

"What haven't you done?" Karowyn retorted, "We hear things here. The rumors alone are enough to cause her more grief. Did you ever stop to think how your actions affect other people? How it sheds an ill light on all of us? Do you ever think at all? I have enough to deal with without constantly refuting rumors of you screwing half orcs and lord only knows what else? Callia, use the brain you have inside that beautiful head of yours. You are better than that. You waste your beauty, your talents, and your life on men who are unworthy of you. I know that human ranger returned with you. Think, Callia. He's human. He'll die long before you. I don't want to see you throwing your life away. I don't want you to grieve for him for the rest of your life. You are so young. You have so much to offer someone worthy when the time is right. This human...I spoke to him at length when he delivered your last letter. He isn't interested in settling down. He has women scattered throughout Faerun. You are one of many and that is all you'll ever be to him. Set your sights elsewhere and save yourself from that kind of lifelong torment. And as far as you playing matchmaker for me, don't. I will find my own bride. And one more thing, Callia, as far as that moon elf wizard, you'll only be wasting your time. You can do better than a wizard who'll lock himself away in some tower. Is that what you want?"

"No, I'm over him. He is but a fond friend who has saved my life on numerous occasions. And I've never ever screwed a half orc. You should know me better than that. As for Nathan, I know how he is. I'm only having fun. Maybe you should try having some once in a while? Or have you forgotten how amidst all of the endless meetings and your duties as clan leader. I don't need a lecture from you."

"No, Callia, you need a wake up call." Karowyn retorted. "Just promise me you'll think things through before making any rash decisions."

"Yes, I'll think. I'll consider how my behavior makes you look bad." Callia countered as haughtily as she could.

Karowyn scowled at her, and took in a deep breath. "Callia, your behavior reflects more on your mother more than it does me. So if you must cause her more grief, that truly shows how selfish you really are."

Callia took his words like a slap in the face. They hurt more than she wanted to admit. She never wanted to cause her mother any grief or any pain. Was Karowyn right? Or was he just being the same overbearing hard ass in her mind she often portrayed him to be? She shrugged off her thoughts and turned matters back to him.


"And what about you, big brother? You have yet to follow up on the council ruling. You have yet to take a wife. Were you aware that your precious Khaira is alive and well within The High Forest?"

"Yes, I am. Things can not be, though," he replied, with a shake of his head. " Her death grieved me tremendously."

"Do you know she was reincarnated in the form of a bear? She is now the protector of Greengrove. She, along with our other companions, fought a demon for possession of it. She grabbed hold of it and wouldn't let go while the human fighter and the halfling rogues helped defeat it. I guess they banished it back to hell. Khaira got her voice back, but she remained a bear. She even changed her name. She took us all to her village. I met her mother and father. I can see why you and her father were friends. He is quite admirable."

"Yes, Moorkell is. I saw many qualities I admired in him in Khaira. It grieves me that she will never be mine as I wanted," he replied.

"I only knew her as a bear, and damn, was she ever headstrong and stubborn. No one dared make her mad. One of our companions threatened the little female halfling rogue and she hit him with a water spell. Mind you, we were in The Spine of the World Mountains. She just about froze him." Callia laughed. "She was something else."

Karowyn laughed. "She did that to me in the desert. It was so hot. I could have kissed her."

"Why didn't you?" Callia asked. "You should've just grabbed her up and planted a kiss on her. If she was meant to be yours, why not woo her? You had just saved her life!"

"I tried. She wanted no part of it." Karowyn sighed.

"Then it is her loss. Now she's a bear. She knows she made a mistake. She and I had a talk once she got her voice back. She knows she misjudged you. I told her you are a good man who would've given her anything she wanted. She knows she messed up and said she'd spend the rest of her life paying for it. She said she knew deep down you were her destiny and that she was impressed how you saved her. She said she'd most likely spend the rest of her life guarding Greengrove, that she'd probably never marry, even though she'll gain the ability to change her form back into an elf."

Karowyn nodded. "I would never wish that on her. I would want her to be happy and know love. She is not for me, though. She is but an echo of what she once was."

"You are still grieving her loss. I can see it in your eyes." Callia observed.

"I loved her very much."

"You didn't even know her."

"Ah, but I did. I knew her father. She was so much like him. It was the only reason I would marry a moon elf."

"I am sorry I did not get to her in time to prevent her death. I would have brought her back to you if she had been alive." Callia said as she hugged him. "I must go to mother."

She flitted away towards her mother's lodge before the conversation turned even more serious than it already was. As she entered her mother's lodge, she noticed it was cold and damp. Almost dreary. She could smell the foul sickness. It permeated her lungs and made it difficult to breathe without coughing or gasping for air. Callia left the hide door open to allow fresh air to enter.

"Mama," Callia called out, as she walked to the raised pallet she lay upon. "Mama, it's me, Callia. I've come home."

Allia turned her gaunt face towards her daughter. Callia let out a startled gasp, her eyes growing ever wide.

"Mama," she cried, cringing at the sight of her sunken eyes, hollow cheeks and ghostly pale complexion. She had the look of an old crone. She had become rail thin, the skin hanging from her bones. Callia barely recognized her once beautiful mother. The disease had ravaged her, leaving behind an empty shell of what she had been.

"Mama," Callia repeated. "How? When? Why?"

Allia stared at her with a blank expression, "My daughter, my time is gone. The wasting has consumed me," she dryly croaked, wetting her parched, cracked lips.

"No, mama, it doesn't have to be this way. Please, I don't want you to die. I need you. Please allow the shaman to heal you. He can cure your body."

"But even he can not cure a broken heart," she whispered.

"What happened, mama? Why did Tharundel leave? When I left, you two were so happy."

"There are many things you don't know or understand, my child. This is one of them. Before Tharundel came here, he had a wife and a family with her. His village was attacked and she was carried off. He tried desperately to find her, to no avail. Years passed and he wandered aimlessly, searching in vain. Then he and I met. I had you by then. It took him a long time to get comfortable with me. He did eventually fall in love, as did I. Only recently did he learn that his wife was alive. He never married me because he felt he would betray her memory. Yes, he loved me, but not the same way. He went to her. He knew of the wasting. I kept it from everyone here, including you. I could no longer give him what his body desired. Ours was a relationship based on carnal need. I so grieve for him because I love him more than anything. I loved him more than I loved your father."

"Who is my blood father?" Callia asked.

"Do not ask that of me, for I can not tell you."

"Why can't you? Don't I deserve to know?"

"Callia, I have not the will to live. I have not the heart to continue on, for Tharundel was my heart." Allia replied, weakly.

"No, mama, I do not want you to die. I need you here with me. Who will I turn to for support if you are not here? You have always been my strength."

"Karowyn is here for you."

"No, mama, Karowyn doesn't understand how I feel. He is not a parent. He knows not how to comfort me as you do."

"Baby girl, I am tired and long to rest. I long not to feel such pain." Allia pleaded, extending a withered hand to her vibrant, headstrong daughter.

"Mama, tell me. Where is Tharundel?" Callia asked, somehow knowing her mother knew and had not told anyone.

"He is residing north of here, almost at the northernmost reaches of The Moonwood."

"Why did you not tell Karowyn? He said Tharundel was searched for." Callia asked, trying to understand.

"I had not the heart to tell Karowyn the truth. He would have gone after Tharundel. Too many forces work against Karowyn. I could not risk his life."

"And you think I shall not?" Callia countered, angered.

"Callia, leave well enough alone. Tharundel has made his choice."

"And you have obviously made the choice to die, regardless of how the rest of us who love you would feel when you are gone. The shaman can heal you. Time will mend your broken heart. There are other men within the clan who would gladly join with you and be your husband. I need you, mama. Is it wrong for me to be selfish in wanting you here with me? I need you to be here when I decide to settle down and become a mother. I can not do it without you. I need your knowledge. Don't you want to know your grandchildren?" Callia pleaded as tears slipped down her face.

"Callia, are you with child?" Allia's eyes seemed to momentarily light up.

"No, mama, not yet, but I have thought of it. I have died and come back. The way I look at things is different. I want to find one man to be with. If all is right and we are in love, only then will I forgo the precautions I have so faithfully stuck to and hope to conceive a child. Then I shall be complete. But I need you," Callia replied.

"I will think on it, my child. I am forever grateful the heavens granted me the joy of having you." Allia smiled a rare smile. A twinkle graced her eyes and Callia felt she was convincing her mother to hang on.

"The joy of having me? You sound as if you never had any other children?" Callia questioned, her confusion mounting. "You are my only blood child," Allia confessed.

"Karowyn is not my blood brother? And what of Amakiir and Liam?"

"No, they aren't. They are your clan brothers, not blood." Allia said, stunning her daughter.

"Why wasn't I told before now?" Callia jumped up, knocking over the low backrest she'd sat upon.

"I wanted to wait until you were old enough to understand. Karowyn is your brother in every sense of the word. What does it matter that it is not by blood?" Allia replied, hoping to soothe her.

"It is not the same. How dare you destroy my illusion?" Callia retorted.

"Your illusion, eh? And what illusion might that be, Callia? An illusion of power and importance? You ride his coattails because it suits you well. No one dares mess with you because of him." Fire blazed within Allia's eyes and she pushed herself up to her elbows. Gathering what strength she still possessed, she sat up, swinging her legs to the floor. She stood on wobbly legs until she got her bearings.

"Let me tell you something, child. You are strong enough to stand on your own two feet. You need not ride Karowyn's coattails. His path to glory is not yours. Nor should you use his name to make yourself seem greater than you are. Your time will come only when you have matured enough and are ready for it. You fancy yourself to have such power to be like Karowyn, yet you have not learned what he has. You have yet to understand what having power means. What sacrifices you must make for the good of those you lead. You only crave the power of being in such a position will provide you. You are not ready. You are young. Do not rush headlong into something you are not ready for. You must continue to grow and learn." Allia scolded, standing firmly on her own two feet with her arms braced on her hips. She felt life course through her body, invigorating her. Color returned to her cheeks and her eyes took on a renewed glow.




Rendezvous



"Mama," Callia gasped, noticing the change in her mother.

"Callia dear, I am sorry if it sounds like I am being hard on you, but if I am not, no one else will. I allowed you to grow up wild and free when I should have initiated some discipline. Hearing you have died saddens me because I wonder if you will ever learn. You think too much of yourself and your own needs. You think what you do will not affect us because we are so far away. But you are wrong. Tharundel felt shamed because of your free spirit. We fought over your behavior constantly. Stop cheapening yourself, child. Stop being a damn whore. I know I allowed you to do whatever you wanted, but I did not raise you to drop your loincloth for just any man who wanted to vent his lust on you." Allia admonished.

"Mama, I've been this way for years. You could have spoke up earlier. Never once in all the times I made the rounds with Karowyn's men did you stop me? The only reason I never hit on Karowyn was because I thought he was my blood brother. Now you tell me different." Callia retorted, her voice raising several octaves.

"Sorry to be so harsh, but Karowyn would never stoop so low as to bed a whore. He has more respect for himself." Allia spat out. "Something you are obviously lacking."

Callia raised her hand and slapped her mother's gaunt face. "How dare you? I am not a whore!"

Allia laughed, "I see I have proven my point. If you are not a whore, don't act like one," she replied, rubbing her cheek. "And never strike me again. I brought you into this world. I can take you out of it."

"You should listen to your mother, Callia." Karowyn spoke as he stepped inside the lodge.

"No one asked you, big brother," Callia retorted, with a sneer. "Get out!"

"Show some respect for him and for yourself, girl." Allia snapped. "I only tell you this because I love you. You need to wake up and realize what you do."

"Mama, I am not a child anymore. I do as I want."

"If you are not a child, stop acting like one." Allia countered.

"Stop treating me like one."

"We will treat you as you behave. You need to think about your actions. You must consider the repercussions of them." Karowyn stated.

"Yes, oh great, wise leader." Callia mocked. "I'd prefer to talk to my mother in private."

"Very well." Then he turned his attention to Allia. "How are you feeling?"

"Better than I have in months. I have my aggravating daughter to thank for that," she smiled. "I am hungry and would like something stronger than broth."

"I will see to it. Would you also like to have the shaman sent to you?"

"Yes, I would."

Karowyn left the lodge, leaving Callia alone with her mother. "My headstrong daughter, I love you. I do not want to be hard on you, but it is for your own good."

"Mama, I don't want to hurt you, but I don't know how to be other than I am. You and Karowyn can preach to me all you want, but preaching to me doesn't help. Tell me what I should do, how I should behave. Show me my direction, my path."

"Honey, I can't show you your path. It is something you must find on your own. Karowyn understands what having power means. He understands the balance of what being powerful means and how to wield it for the good of all. You still have much to learn. You may not understand, but someday you will and that is when it will matter most."

"I had no idea." Callia whispered.

"Yes, I agree, child. Having power is more than wielding a sword and claiming defeat over another. Knowing when to fight and when to stay your hand is the true test."

"I never thought of it that way."

"You never think very much about anything except your next kill, your next mug of ale, your next sordid fuck." Allia retorted. "I want more for you than that."

Callia let out a heavy sigh. " What should I do?"

"That is for you to figure out on your own. You said yourself that all the preaching from Karowyn and I doesn't work. Just think. I don't want you to end up dead with no hope of resurrection. You say you've died and come back. How can you sound so nonchalant about something so serious?"

Callia dropped to her knees as the tears began to fall. A heavy burden loomed on her shoulders. She didn't know what to do or what to think. She wasn't sure how to comprehend all her mother had said. She simply sobbed into the fur lining that lay on the floor of the lodge.

Karowyn came in with the food Allia had asked for. He eyed Callia, hoping realization of her actions had finally sunk in to her thick head. He stepped past her and set the food he'd brought Allia on a low table.

"That smells delicious," Allia smiled, as she sat down.

"It is good to see you full of life again, mother. The shaman will see to you shortly."

"Thank you, son."

He stopped beside Callia and picked her up. "What is done is done, but you have learned a valuable lesson you can think on in the future. I pray you remember all that has been said to you today. I hope it serves you well in your life. You are no longer a child and we will not treat you like one. We love you, but we will not coddle you, and we will not make excuses for your behavior."

Callia hiccupped as she wiped the tears away. She nodded at him, letting him know she understood him. For she could not find her voice. Karowyn kissed her forehead and felt her nuzzle her head against his shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him as if for dear life. When her lips found his neck, he wrenched her off of him.

"Callia, why must you make everything so sordid? Hear me well, I may not be your blood brother, but your brother I am. I am not interested. I know all too well where you have been. I want a woman who respects herself enough to know it is not a game."

"I didn't mean it to be sordid," she stammered, pulling away. "I'm just confused."

Karowyn shook his head, chiding her. "Are you sure you are not a Bearclaw? You must have been switched at birth."

Callia scowled at him. "At least they would not call me a whore. Forgive me for not being as sanctimonious as your precious Khaira!"

"That was uncalled for," he said, softly, shaking his head. Callia caught the look in his eyes. She would have rathered he had yelled at her. "I am disappointed in you."

"What else is new?" Callia scoffed. "Like that is different from anything else I do. Why is it that every step I make is just another mistake to you. I'm not like you, Karowyn, and I never will be."

"Your ranger is readying to leave." Karowyn told her as he turned away from her, walking out of the lodge.

"NO!" Callia rushed out of the lodge. She ran to the wall of the clan hold, finding Nathan loading up his supplies.

"Nathan?"

He turned to look at her. "Callia..."

"Were you not going to tell me goodbye? Were you just going to leave?" she asked, hurt reflecting in her eyes.

"I must go, baby. There are things I must see to," he replied. "Never fear, luv, we'll meet up again."

"You can't go. I wanted you to meet my mother. Please stay with me for a little while. I need you."

"Callia," he spoke firmly. "I must go."

She let out a heavy sigh, "Fine, leave if you must. Everything else has fallen to shit around me! Why shouldn't you abandon me when I need you?"

"I can't stay, Callia. I can't become attached. I hope your mother is well," he said as he embraced her.

"She is. I convinced her to have the shaman heal her. Actually I believe it was her anger at me is what did it."

"I overheard." Nathan confessed.

Callia's eyes met his, gauging his words. " How much?"

"All of it," he admitted. "You surprise me, my sweet. Your own brother? You would consider bedding him? Hear me. You are mine and I will take care of your needs."

"How can you if you are leaving me?" Callia retorted.

"Only for a while. I can find you wherever you go. I must see to important matters." Nathan replied.

"Then I have no choice but to let you go." Callia said, as she hugged him tightly. Their lips met in a stunning kiss. Tears coursed down her cheeks as she clung to him.

"Remember," Nathan said as he pulled away from her.

Callia nodded and proudly bore the burden of him leaving her. Yet she quaked on the inside, crying out for him not to leave. She valiantly watched as he walked away and disappeared into the thick trees of the forest.

Racing back to her mother's lodge, she threw herself down on the raised sleeping platform and unleashed her emotions. She sobbed loudly, aching deep in her heart and soul. Nathan was gone and there were doubts lurking within her heart. She didn't think he'd return, no matter what he had said. Nathan was gone. 

The End



Rendezvous and Revenge



This is the story about when I cheated on my husband. My name is Ellen and I've been married to my husband for twenty years. We were high school sweethearts. We even went to the same college. We were just so crazy for each other. We didn't want to be apart. 

My husband had gone to college to become a lawyer, and I had gone to college to be a nurse. We both are very busy in our jobs, but we always found time for family vacations. When the girls were small, we always had date nights out. We both loved sex and would have it at least once a day, when time allowed.

We have a set of girl twins. We were a close family, but things have happened lately where our connection just seems to be off. My husband had started working long hours at his law office. I think he might be having an affair. When I asked him about it, he said he wasn't, but I just don't even believe him anymore. 

I recently have met another nurse at the hospital. He's just so wonderful. He's not married and never has been. He's ten years younger than me, but I just feel such a connection to him. We've been intimate with each other now for the past four months. I just feel so alive again. He's so affectionate and is always doing nice things for me. Sometimes, it's just the little things. My husband just doesn't seem to care much anymore.

My husband has no idea of what is happening with me. He's never home and probably off screwing his secretary. At this point, I really don't even care. Jeffrey just makes me so happy and I love making love with him. I love how spontaneous our relationship is. I haven't felt so alive sexually in my life, since meeting Jeffrey.

The last four months have just been incredible. We both enjoy going out to lunch and dinner together. Jeffrey is everything my husband is not. He's so sweet and caring and cares about my feelings. He's very good looking. Jeffrey is six foot two inches and has hazel eyes.

He's in the gym a lot and is very muscular. I'm so attracted to him. He also has those bedroom eyes. Every time we are together and I look into his eyes, I just want to make love to him.

A few weeks ago, we were together at a restaurant. He told me to wear a dress with no panties underneath. All during dinner, he fingered me. My husband never did anything like that before. I was so excited and came several times on his fingers. We even found an empty room at the restaurant and had sex right there. 

I followed Jeffrey down the hall and we went into this empty room. He bent me over, lifted my dress, and shoved his hard cock into my bald cunt. He was grabbing my hips and I was backing up into his seven inch dick. Jeffrey thrust and pounded my wet pussy.

It was so spontaneous and I came all over his cock. Jeffrey then shot his hot cream right up my pussy. I wasn't wearing panties, so when we went back to the table, his come was dripping down my legs. Once seated at the table, he gave me his napkin to wipe away his creamy come. 

We always have sex in strange places. We've had it in my SUV plenty of times when we were at the hospital. At lunch we would head out to the SUV, and I would give him an afternoon blow job. We both would sit in the backseat, and I would remove his scrubs. 

I'd hold and massaged his seven inch cock. I'd work my hands up and down firmly over his shaft. I'd caress and rub his clean shaved balls. I'd lick the tops, sides, and back of his warm cum filled balls. While Jeffrey stroked my hair, I would suck his cock.

I'd swirl my tongue over the head of his cock and take him inch by inch down my throat. I'd bob up and down over his thick prick. I have found when I shake my head, I am able to get more of his cock down my throat. Jeffrey really loved, when I did that. I'd slurp, suck and gag on his prick.

Another time, when we were both on break, we stepped into the storage closet. We took off all our clothes, and Jeffrey bent me over and slid his cock into my wet pussy. His hands were firm on my hips as we made love. I backed up into his cock. We were in perfect rhythm with each other, and then the door opened, and it was one of the doctors. He just stood there with his mouth open. 

The doctor did not leave, though. That was when it got really strange.

"Ellen, you need to suck my cock. If you don't do it, I will be reporting you and Jeffrey for inappropriate behavior. You two just cannot have sex wherever you want it. Open your mouth Ellen!"

Dr. Wells unbuckled his pants and shoved his cock into my mouth. He had a nine inch cock. I couldn't even really suck the whole thing because he was very large. But he face fucked my mouth as I got fucked by Jeffrey.

I slurped and gagged on Dr. Well's cock and Jeffrey fucked my pussy. 

"Oh, fuck, I'm coming Ellen; swallow my hot cum down your slutty mouth," Dr. Wells groaned. 

Dr. Wells shot a huge load of come down my mouth. I have never swallowed so much cum in my life. 

"Ellen, we will be getting together again," he said, with a threatening voice, "You two cannot have sex whenever you feel like it. I know you are married, Ellen. If you don't want your husband finding out, you will be giving me head whenever I want it." 

I started to cry after Dr. Wells left the room.

"Jeffrey, what am I going to do? I don't want my husband to find out about you, but I don't want to be forced to suck his cock whenever he wants it," I cried. 

Jeffrey put his arm around me. 

"Don't worry; we'll think of something to get you out of this, without your husband finding out." 

The next day, Jeffrey met me for lunch and he was so excited.

"Listen; I have been asking around and I found out that Dr. Wells likes to role play. I think I know how we can turn the situation around to your advantage."

Jeffrey told me of his plan and the next day, I came prepared to get my revenge. As I passed Dr. Wells in the hall, I stopped him and whispered in his ear.

"Meet me in the storage closet after your shift; you won't be disappointed."

He smiled and nodded to me.

"I'll be there!" 

Jeffrey had mounted a video camera in the storage closet, aimed right at the center of the room. When I entered the storage closet, I changed clothes and as soon as I was ready, I turned it on and waited. 

Dr. Wells came in, and when he saw me, his jaw dropped and his eyes got huge. I had on a black lacy bra, lacy black panties, black mesh thigh high stockings and shiny black high heels. Before he could say or do anything, I took control. 

"Get your clothes off!" I yelled, and it surprised him. "You're going to serve me as your mistress today, and when I'm ready you'll fuck my brains out!" 

He started stripping fast as he stared at my legs. When he was naked I yelled again, to make sure he knew I was in charge. 

"On your knees, slave, and put your hands behind your back!" 

He didn't object at all and soon, I had him kneeling in front of me with his hands cuffed behind his back. I peeled off my bra very slowly, and when I exposed my breasts, he was almost drooling. I pushed them close to his face and he smiled, but I pulled away. 

"I have a surprise for you, Dr. Wells; I have a video camera going to record our little play session. If you behave you can take it to your office, and watch it any time you want." 

"That's very exciting, Mistress; what can I do to win the tape?" he asked pleadingly. 

I turned around, bent over and peeled my panties down off my hips and my ass as he watched. I peeked down and saw that the end of his cock was wet. He was mine now. I spread my legs and stood in front of him. 

"Smell me," I ordered. 

He leaned forward with his nose touching my bald pussy and inhaled deeply. He actually moaned out loud. 

"Lick me and don't stop until I tell you," I said firmly. 

He lapped at me eagerly like a hungry dog. 

"Is mine the tastiest pussy in the hospital?" I asked. 

He pulled back, his face wet with my juices and said, "Yes, Mistress, yours tastes best of all." 

"And whose pussy have you eaten, my pet?" I teased. 

He was so enthralled with my pussy that he didn't even hesitate to answer. "Nurse Janet's and Dr. Ames', Paula Ames, but yours is wonderful, Mistress!" 

I put my hands on the back of his head, and pulled his face back to my pussy, and I let him eat me until I came. He whined like a puppy when I pulled his face out of my crotch. I turned around and spread my ass cheeks with my hands. 

"Before you fuck my pussy, I need you to lick my ass, slave. Show me how much you love my ass," I commanded. 

He buried his face into my ass and lapped at my rim just as he had on my clit. Having such power over a man excited me and gave me some thoughts about trying new things on my husband later.

"After you fuck my pussy, would like to fuck my ass, my pet?"

He looked up at me with his face still all wet and he must have been drooling in my ass.

"Yes, oh yes, my Mistress, anything to please you!" he blurted. 

I stood up and walked behind him. I unlocked the cuff on one wrist and secured it to the leg of the table next to him. I squatted down in front of him, looking him directly in the eyes.

"Jerk your cock for me, slave, and tell me whose ass you've fucked." 

"Nobody's!" he blurted. "I've fucked Nurse Carla and the new ER doctor, Blair, but never anybody's ass, my Mistress." 

I stood up and his eyes fixed on my pussy in front of him.

"Make yourself come on my shoe, slave; I want to make sure you can fuck for a long time." I ordered. 

He used his free hand and within seconds his creamy load splattered all over the toes of my black heels. 

"Clean it up, my pet," I ordered. 

He looked up at me, seemingly confused. 

"Do it!" I yelled. 

He knelt down and began licking his sperm off my shoes just as Jeffrey came in. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Dr. Wells yelled. 

"I'm just here to see if I can help, Dr. Wells. Ellen must be ready to be fucked by now and I'm her lover. By the way, does your wife like amateur porn? Maybe she would like to watch this with you." 

"Take the cuffs off; we're done here!" Dr. Wells yelled. 

Jeffrey took the cuffs off and Dr. Wells dressed as fast as he could. He took the tape from the video and stormed out, leaving Jeffrey there with me. 

Jeffrey wasted no time in getting undressed. I still needed to be satisfied again, but that's another story.



Rendezvous at a Storm



The castle was an old ruin on a cliff top in Northumberland with breathtaking views along the coastline. The walls either side were mostly intact but the strong seas winds had eroded the other two ancient walls which stood facing the sea. The meeting had been arranged via text and and he lay out a blanket on the grass in the middle of the ruin he hoped she would not be held up by everyday life.

He brought food and wine, more as to show the effort made rather than any hope they would dine. Thick black clouds gathered like eager spectators and he feared any more delays would end on this meeting being a washout. 

His fears were unfounded, she arrived moments later and he eagerly watched her approach. Her beautiful blonde hair danced in the breeze. Her hips swayed in her long summery skirt which immediately set his mind forward to a point when he could grab those hips and pull them towards him.

She beamed the most beautiful smile and kneeled down on the blanket. She had not come to dine either. She leaned over and kissed him very gently, lingering her open mouth over his and gently sliding her tongue to caress his lips. She felt the shiver in his breath which let her know he was feeling everything she did. As they separated they stared into each other eyes. They were both glassy and full of desire. 

The heavens opened and thick slabs of rain started to punctuate the summer sunshine and rumbles of thunder rolled in from the winding coastline. 

They didn't make a sound but they were both in complete agreement that this weather was not going to get in the way of their rendezvous. 

He climbed to his knees and pulled those hips up against his then ran his big hands up the back of her white summer shirt while he kissed her firmly, squeezing her body close. She loved him to kiss her hard, it made her dizzy and tingle with excitement. She grabbed his t-shirt and lifted it over his head exposing his bare chest to the rain. He gave a slight shiver as the heat of his passion was washed by warm summer rain. She ran her hands down his chest and stomach and ran them across the front of his jeans. She could feel his rock hard cock through the tight denim and could not wait to set it free. 

They continued kissing while she frantically undid his buttoned fly ,then ran her hand around the inside and round the back to his tight buttocks.

He began to lose control, clawing at her shirt and almost tearing it off to expose her bare breasts to the rain. He ran his hand up her back and neck and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back while he surveyed her conquered beauty. He kissed her exposed neck while grabbing her breast, gently squeezing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger which sent shivers of pleasure right through her body. She began to fight back pushing him into a sitting position and pulling off his jeans exposing his big hard cock.  She felt the urge to eat it, but her pussy throbbed and she straddled him, lifting up her skirt . 

He climbed back to his knees running his hands up each thigh and round the back of her bare buttocks. He felt another tingle of excitement that she had prepared to be fucked in advance by removing all her underwear. 

The rain got heavier, as if matching their need for each other and the horizon lit up with flashes of lightning which were followed by bellowing crashes of thunder. 

Their wet faces slid past each other as they kissed and he pulled her near he felt the end of his cock touch the outside of her warm pussy.  She shuddered as his tip caressed her clit and immediately reached down and grabbed his throbbing piece and put it towards her wet pussy. She dipped the tip enough to get it wet from her juices and then pulled it out and back onto her clit, gently rubbing from side to side. 

He let out a moan of pleasure and gave her a look that said I want to be inside you right fucking now. She felt her pussy begin to tighten as she neared climax and she waited, and waited drawing quicker, shorter breaths as she rubbed him faster and faster.

Just when she felt her self begin to cum she sat on his full length, throwing her head back and feeling the rain hit her face and her body convulsed. He pulled her in as hard as he could. He knew how she liked to be fucked deep and hard while she was coming. He loved to watch her orgasm more than he enjoyed having one himself. She let out a primal scream and over the backdrop of a concerto of thunder, she told him to fuck her hard. He thrust deeper and deeper pounding her pussy and holding it in deep as she came again and again.

Again he lost control and roughly picked her off and turned her over onto her front pulling those hips he had fantasised about up so she was on her knees.  The rain felt really cold now on her hot back and water ran down her exposed arsehole. He plunged into her pussy, gently at first then gradually harder and harder. She started to climax again as he sped faster and faster into her. Her body shook so much she could do nothing to push back for him even if he didn't have tight hold of her hips. Her back arched as they both came. She felt the warm squirt of his full load spraying into her deepest parts which pushed her over the edge one last time.

He lay down on top of her for a minute, she felt his cock throbbing and winding down as he kissed her ear.  They both let out a little giggle at their naked wet plight. They lay breathless as the storm began to lift and the familiar sound of reality came in the form of her text message ringtone. 

She reached over to her bag and grabbed her phone. He thought she looked so hot with her wet hair dripping onto her naked breasts. She looked up from the message. "It's from your mother" She said smiling, "Can we pick the kids up in an hour"



Rendezvous at Hotel Martinique



Marcel Montego walked out of the elevator and looked around the hotel lobby. There weren't many people around that time of the day, 10 o'clock on a Thursday morning. Most importantly, she hadn't arrived yet.

Walking past the sofas, couches and easy chairs laid out in the center of the lobby, he went over to the bar and ordered a martini with a twist of lime. He then brought his drink over to an easy chair and sipped it while waiting for her.

Thoughts of her ran through his mind, and brought a smile to his face. He was walking through the lobby on Tuesday, on his way to a meeting, when he caught sight of the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. Her golden tresses almost obscured her sensual, delicate features, seeing as she was in tears at the time. She sat on the very same easy chair he was sitting on now, looking so lost and helpless, like her world had suddenly collapsed around her.

Without really knowing why, he walked over to this beautiful, doe-eyed creature. It seemed so wrong, to have someone that lovely sitting there, alone, lost in her own tears. His heart went out to her, even though he didn't know her at all. He sat down on the easy chair next to her, not speaking, waiting until she acknowledged his presence. Slowly, he got her to talk, and she slowly, hesitatingly, revealed her story to him.

A lifetime of picking the wrong men had finally taken its toll on her. As she spoke, he learned that she had just left her latest lover. Or rather, he made her leave... callously kicked her out onto the pavement like yesterday's trash along with her belongings, leaving her high and dry, while moving his new lady in. A friend of hers let her move in while she hunted for a place of her own, and when he found her that day in the lobby, she had just come from seeking out her ex-lover. Apparently, while tossing her belongings out, he found her secret stash of cash and kept it, so she went looking for him at the hotel, where he worked, to try and get it back.

Marcel postponed his meeting, took her hand, and led her to the little Italian restaurant across the street from the hotel, where they sat and talked till closing time. He listened while she talked about herself, and shared parts of himself with her. He never once made a move on her, or made any demands of her, because he simply enjoyed being in her company.

When it came time for her to head home, he hailed a cab and paid her fare in advance, along with a generous tip. Opening the door for her, he wished her goodnight. She gave him a small smile and looked at him, before getting in. As he stood on the curb, watching them drive away, a tinge of regret washed over him, when he thought that he might never see her again. He shrugged, laughed self-consciously, and ran his fingers through his hair while shaking his head. It was probably better this way. Life had not been kind to her, and any moves he made at this point would seem as if he was taking advantage of her situation.

Turning, he walked back into the hotel and strolled through the lobby. He called the elevator, and while he stood there waiting, he thought about Alyssa. She possessed a beautiful, caring, loving soul, yet always managed to pick men who used and abused her. It seemed none of them saw past her physical beauty and chose to treat her as a toy— their plaything— to be discarded when they got bored with her. This angered him. Couldn't they see what he saw... her loving sweetness?

The elevator door opened, revealing its operator. "Good evening, Sir. Which floor?" he asked, nodding at him in greeting.

"The fifth floor please, Enrique," Marcel replied. He leaned back against the rear of the elevator and sighed, anticipating a restless night, with the image of Alyssa haunting his mind.

The elevator door was about to close, when who should come running breathlessly towards it but Alyssa herself. It made his heart stop in its tracks. Enrique saw her, and held the door open for her. Alyssa ran right into his arms, throwing her arms around his neck, shivering... she was shivering. He wondered why.

"What is it, Alyssa? Are you all right?" Marcel asked, concern showing all over his face. "I thought you were on your way home in that cab."

Alyssa looked into his eyes, uncertain, unsure. "I... I wanted to be with you, Marcel. Please don't turn me away," she whispered.

Marcel nodded to Enrique, "It's fine, Enrique. She's with me. The fifth floor, please." Turning to her, he said quietly, "Are you sure, Alyssa?"

Nodding, she mouthed the word 'Yes', before leaning her head against his chest.

Wrapping his arms around her, he noticed for the first time, reflected on the shiny, metallic door of the elevator, that her red skirt exposed the lush creaminess of her very desirable derriere, because she wasn't wearing any underwear. The sight aroused him further, and he was sure Enrique caught sight of it, even if he pretended not to.

When they got to his floor, Enrique tipped his hat at the departing couple. Marcel gently took Alyssa's hand in his and led her to his room. Opening the door, he flipped on the lights and held the door open for her.

"You don't have to come in if you've changed your mind, Alyssa," he assured her. "I'll understand, really."

Alyssa gave him a smile, and slowly walked into his room. "It's a beautiful room," she quietly commented.

"Thank you," Marcel replied, looking around, before walking towards the little dining area with a table and two chairs. He lit the candle, then held a chair out for her, not quite sure what else to do. "Umm..." he cleared his throat, chuckling self-consciously. "Would you like to take a seat?"

Walking towards him, Alyssa stood close to him, so close he could feel the heat emanating from her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck again, and tentatively pressed her lips against his, causing the breath to catch in his throat. She felt his lips part without any resistance, so her tongue dipped into his mouth and sought his tongue, kissing him deeply.

Tearing his lips from hers, he said breathlessly, "Don't start what you can't stop, Alyssa, because, oh god, I want you so much right now..."

"I want you too Marcel," came her soft reply. "Which is why I asked the cabby to turn around and take me back..."

"Oh Alyssa..." Marcel groaned, picking her up and carrying her to his bed, where they kissed each other fervently. Pulling her blouse over her head, he tossed it to the side. Her soft yet firm breasts were now revealed to him, and his lips flew to them, worshipping their magnificent beauty, licking, biting, and sucking them. Her moans of delight reached his ears, and he wanted more than anything to be inside her right now.

Standing up, he quickly undressed, then reached down and helped her out of her clothes. His lips now hungrily devoured every inch of her body, making her squirm with pleasure. They kissed and bit and found their way to her nether lips, already warm and moist from anticipation. Her scent seduced his senses, driving him wild. His tongue dove right into her, licking every which way, and he heard her cries of pleasure, encouraging him in his relentless exploration. When he teased her little nub she squealed. He had to wrap his arms around her thighs to hold her in place so he could continue inflicting his sweet torment on her.

Marcel heard her breathlessly beg and plead for their joining, and he finally gave in. Picking her up, he carried her to his balcony, and carefully set her down. He saw her looking at him, not quite understanding at first, but he wrapped his arms around her protectively, before plunging into her warm depths. A loud gasp escaped her throat, so he kissed her neck all over while ramming into her. The very real danger of her falling over the balcony, and the fact they were exposed to whoever happened to be watching, fueled the excitement of their lovemaking.

The full moon lent a cool, bright glow to the two naked, perspiration-soaked bodies mating passionately. Their moans and groans filled the night air. He with his arms around her body, relentlessly ravaging her willing pussy, and she with her arms around his, taking everything he gave, wanting more.

Down below, Enrique, who was on his usual break, looked up and saw them in the midst of their coupling. He smiled as he felt himself getting hard, thinking what a fool Antonio was for letting a woman like Alyssa go. He observed her peachy rump sitting almost on the edge of the balcony, and saw the profile of her gorgeous breasts. Such a beautiful, sensual creature she was. Very much aroused by the sight, he threw his cigarette down, went inside, and headed for the men's restroom.

Alyssa meanwhile, marveled at Marcel's stamina. He ground into her hard and fast, never missing a beat, while he ardently kissed her lips, neck and breasts. She wrapped her legs around him, lost in the moment. No one ever made love to her the way Marcel did, a man possessed. She lost track of the number of times he brought her to orgasm. There was an animal-like quality to his passion, and it excited her.

With one, final, hard thrust, she felt him shooting his seed inside her. Still holding onto her tight, he buried his face in the middle of her breasts and growled while he shot load after load inside her. She caressed his body, felt the perspiration covering it and saw the exquisite expression of ecstasy on his face.

Lifting her off the balcony, Marcel carried her back to his bed, laid her down and cradled her in his arms. He couldn't believe the hot, frenzied cravings she inspired in him. Already he wanted more of her. Stroking her face and her body, he kissed her forehead and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

So there he was, sitting in the lobby of the Hotel Martinique, at 10 o'clock on a Thursday morning, waiting for the one called Alyssa. He hadn't been able to get out her of his mind ever since she wandered into his life that fateful Tuesday. He had no idea why, but when he woke up the following morning, she was gone. He found a note she left on the nightstand, thanking him for making her feel whole and loved, if only for one night.

The thing was... he didn't see it as a one-night stand. He wanted to love her, take care of her, and wanted her to be the first person he saw every morning and the last person he saw at night. He wanted her. So when he got that call from her early that morning, he was elated. He rescheduled his meetings for the day just so he could be with her.

Toying with the rim of his glass, lost in thought, he did not see her approach him but when he lifted his head there she was... a vision of loveliness. She smiled happily at him, and extended her hand so he took it, stood up, and his lips found themselves on hers. He started to speak but she silenced him by placing a finger over his lips, shaking her head.

With her arm around his and her head on his shoulder, he led her to his room upstairs. There was nothing else to be said.



Rendezvous At Kuantan Beach Ch. 1



Kuantan hyatt is really a great place to go... with the relatively clean sandy beaches and the proximity of the beach to the resort really makes the trip that much more enjoyable... I sometimes daydream about going there with you again and I'd like to share it with you so I don't have to think about it... hehehehe [now it's your baby... hahahaha]. I read an article once and it says if u have something to say to someone; then say your peace and be done with it; then it's the other person will have to think about it. Still, nothing to be alarmed about; it's something very nice and romantic and of course erotic that I have thought of to share with you. 

So I pick you up one early morning... we have a nice breakfast at a local hawker stall... you know, rajoo's curry house at Jalan gasping... sipping sweet tea with crispy roti canai; my eyes gazing at your sweet soft smiling face. Sitting next to you, listening to your soft sweet voice under the shade of coconut tree, having our breakfast together; I wonder if life can get any better? Hmmm... I doubt if it could ~

We're clad in casual jeans and t-shirt and sunglasses... a cool looking couple ~ simply love your tight jeans skirt.. short and just so alluring in a demure way... you look back at me knowingly with a whisper of a smile. Catching your meaning, my hand moves to wrap itself around your waist.. holding you close to me and a whiff of your perfume tingles my senses.. you giggle as I tickle you gently, my lips coming down to just nuzzle the side of your neck; inadvertently, you push me away reluctantly which a quick whisper "not now honey... later, will make it up to you ok?"

Mildly disappointed, I content myself by just touching the tops of your thighs with the palm of my hands.. the flush on your face is obvious and finally I relent as I didn't want to excessively cause you wetness... knowing full well that u didn't wear any panties as agreed... looking into your eyes, I followed your line of sight which predictably led to my pubic area... which was slightly extended but thank goodness, the pair of jeans wasn't too tight and my hardness wasn't apparent to those around but you knew... and when you started to move your hands ever so gently on my thighs, I felt the heat flow all over my loins... 

All hot and bothered J; I suggested we get the bill and walking towards the car, arm in arm; I hugged you closely... my lips nibbling the lobes of your ear as we sauntered towards my car. Just before reaching the car, I let you walk slightly in front of me and gave you a cuddle and a hug and ground my pubic area against your sexy sexy bum... you laugh nonchalantly saying that you're gonna torture me later... whilst I am driving lah J. Driving through KL town and past the toll gates towards genting and kuantan; we chat gaily, animatedly discussing our secret rendezvous at hyatt and what we would do when we reached in 3. 5 hours later... 

Your fingers move knowingly ~ unzipping my jeans; focusing on driving and seeing if there are any cars around; I teased you "hungry dear? Hmmm, the mouth above has eaten but the mouth below hasn't had anything... you poor thing J." You grasped my loins and free my hardness and all this while, cars are moving beside us; I try to keep my composure... meanwhile, my hands have been busy as well, fondling and touching your smooth thighs... I can feel your heat and warmness emanating from your loins... your softness and the slipperiness of your wetness... unable to resist any longer, I draw you close and hugged you... giggling, you suddenly moved your mouth down to completely engulf me... licking and sucking me... I caressed your head, running my hands through your hair as you consumed me with your sexy lips... my being swallowed by you... inch by inch was totally erotic... moving my hands over your back, lifting your skirt ever so slightly, I gently rubbed your sweet rose, the sides of your thighs, before submerging my fingers into you... feeling you convulse, arching your back; I felt so exhilarated... feeling you pause from ravishing my loins and to hear you utter a single moan of arousal, only heightened my own arousal and emotions... Sinking my finger into your dripping rose and gently caressing your vulva, labia and clitoris... I kept one hand on the car wheel whilst effortlessly, giving you all the tender loving care that you enjoy so much... 

Slowly and taking our sweet time, I continued to caress, tease and fondle you in your deep secret recesses... I simply love your warmth and your softness and feeling your pleasure in turn gave me an incredible deep sense of indescribable satisfaction... moments passed and then... finally, you can't hold back any longer.. convulsing, shaking and arching your back... you shake and shudder... uttering moans of pleasure and as you reach the edge of the cliff; your head sinks in total satisfaction over my loins; sucking me soo hard that I let out a gasp of pain... I cradle your head lovingly and my left hands moves to draw your sexy skirt to cover your modesty... my hands moving to comfort and reassure you of my concern and warmth as the throes of your passion subsides... 

To be continued...



Rendezvous at Kuantan Beach Ch. 2



Driving past the long winding roads into rural kampung areas of Pahang is so enjoyable because of the vast and wide array of interesting scenes of Malaysian life that we come across such as fruit sellers, village folk going about their daily chores like carrying a sack durians on their shoulders, quaint kampung houses with some very artistically designed and some designed very frugally and practical in nature.. as we drive along towards temerloh, we come across a stretch of road which is lined by trees on both sides of the road and driving in the shade really is so cooling especially with the sunroof of my mercedes open to the cool windy afternoon breeze… if I was an artist, I would love the rural areas of Malaysia even that much more..so many things to see. I must admit that my love of the Malaysian countryside comes from my own childhood when I used to travel a lot throughout Malaysia with my parents and family members… you see, my father was army officer and consequently, I got to see a lot of Malaysia.

Driving past the soft rolling hills of the oil palm plantations on either side of the road, I turn to glance at you, my sweet tranquil beauty lying down beside me with the seat lowered in the reclining mode; I am struck by the similarity of your bosom’s curve with the soft rolling hills.. as your chest softly heaves when you breath in and exhale… as in wonder, it strikes me that your feminine curves are so representative of nature and even as I find solace and comfort in the rural beauty of nature… you are indeed my solace and comfort when we are entwined as one, in the sea of passion and bliss…even as the curves of the hills and the roads provide comfort to my eyes and my soul, so do your lovely soft curves fulfill all my needs… which is why I contemplate that a woman is truly heaven’s gift to man ~

Captivated, I caressed your thighs, softly touching your silky skin; you purr with pleasure.. emboldened by your propitious response…I move my fingers, gliding gently over your inner thighs, soft creamy flesh so lovely to the touch; my fingers making spidery strokes, moving close to your crevice but avoiding direct contact with it, teasing you until you murmur and sign with contentment…moving your own delicate fingers…you push your blouse aside to stroke your silky breasts, twirling around your sweet pinkish tanned cherries.. I envy your fingers as I have to keep one hand still on the steering wheel… how I long to do that which you are doing now….Ohhhh ~ flushed with unbearable yearning….you ache within your center of your being as the throbbing fire spreads, your swollen lips drips warm oral saliva…warm pungent juices, the aroma of which that causes in me a reciprocal hardening…. Oh, its sooo arousing…feeling my face grow flushed and the tempestuous fire spreading throughout my psyche….. you cross your thighs and trap my strong fingers with a hard squeeze and open your sleepy eyes with a soft stirring whisper...”darling…don’t tease me dear.. your scabbard craves for your steely blade…please lets find a quiet spot away from prying eyes…?”

Frantically, my gaze sifted around for some quiet sheltered spot to turn to….finally resting on a side road that led to a deserted orchard and led my car under some shady trees which had lower overhead branches which provided some cover for our modesty.. even as I turn to lock the door and put my auto transmission into parking mode…felt your hands on my jeans zip…and suddenly I feel sooo ohh soo cool…your fingers encircle me…..you grasp me…..you pull me free from the confines of cloth …your eyes glassy with burning fire…your knowing grin thrills and scares me somewhat….suddenly the sight of gleaming white teeth and the pink tongue both terrifies and yet also electrifies me ~ at several times, in the fervor of passion you have sunk your lovely ivory teeth ardently onto me… a solitary dewdrop of your saliva falls onto my loins as you amuse yourself with my erect limb which is by now rock hard and pulsating with terrible desire… from the pit of my stomach, I feel such a hunger for you. Despite my pleas, you refuse to do anything except amuse yourself with stroking my furnace…. Ohhh..i can hardly bear it… touching your bum.. I move my moistened forefinger to your other cavity…knowing full well how you love me to stimulate this other most secret of crevices before later stroking your hungry maw below… the pad of my finger..strokes, twirls and attempts to investigate you….you buck your hips…suddenly, you lift your head and bite me hard on my shoulders, realigning your warm, moist and wet lips just above my wet steely hard object of your desire… just when I can hardly bear it any longer….you lower yourself ever so slowly….impaling yourself on me, feeling myself slipping into you cm by cm… I almost cried out in frustration……my hands move to grasp your ass cheeks but still you refuse to go down faster… my breath comes in deep gasps as I murmur your name with endearments…. Ahhh….. you smile wickedly at me..enjoying the torture and the desolation that I felt without the snug fit of you encircling me… I feel so lost and abandoned and my features were contorted as I struggled to regain my composure but miserably failed…

Laughing at my predicament, you suddenly pressed down and suddenly I felt all your warmth and slipperiness … felt consumed totally by you and heaving a sigh of relief; I was surprised when you refused to move but instead, you chose to draw up very slowly, moving minute fractions unbearably slowly; causing me unbelievable stimulation……in a move of last resort, my lips encircled your left cherry through the opening exposed from releasing all the buttons…licking it tenderly and nuzzling against it until you began to shudder uncontrollably…and now it was my turn to tease you..my hands moving and gliding across your soft supple body under your blouse. Convulsing in a paradoxysm of delight, your momentum and strokes on me increases in speed and intensity….your eyes half shut, the smile no longer on your face as you grind yourself on me…the expression on your face so fiercely passionate as you used me mercilessly….your sweat falling in droplets of crystal fire….as you rode me urgently and aggressively pushing me down onto a reclining state whilst you shamelessly partook of me…devouring my flesh with your hungry mouth below…your mind no longer on the earth as you moved ever faster towards the nirvana that your could feel ever that much closer….and closer…

With a sharp moan and scream…I couldn’t quite make it out … your nails sank deep into my upper back…feeling your inner mouth convulsing, tightening and squeezing me so incredibly hard and the molten fire of your deep recesses scalding me…you finally drew your head back letting a long drawn out moan….like a horse rearing its head….before you finally collapsed in my arms…your face buried within my broad shoulder…..your breathing ragged and heavy….as you fell into a contented rest in my arms whilst I was still embedded deep inside you, bathed in your burning juices and grasped by your incredibly strong muscular lips….which continue to contract as the last vestiges of your orgasm begin to expire …. even as the coals of a fire slowly dying off in the night wind ~

My arms encircling you….kissing the top of your forehead and I cradle you lovingly as you lie atop me..the comforting feeling of your warm soft body against me…we fell asleep in each other’s arms…~

To be continued.... 



Rendezvous – Canadian Weekend



"What do you think of him?" Ed whispered across the table to Carla as he nodded in the direction of a man sitting up at the bar. The couple had been exclusively dating for a few weeks now. Ed had been telling Carla of his fantasy of having another man join their bed for a few weeks now. He wanted her to experience all the sexual pleasure there was possible and he thought having another male help to make love to her would satisfy her beyond her dreams. He knew one of those dreams involved a threesome with her in the middle. 

They were sitting in the lounge of the hotel in which he booked a suite for them every week. Carla had finally gotten up the courage to go through with the idea of sharing their bed and tonight they were looking for a likely candidate to join them for the threesome.

Carla glanced over her shoulder and turned to look at the man at the bar. She broke out in a sly smile. "He's really cute Ed, but he's probably an American here on business and not interested in a middle aged woman like me." 

"Oh yeah?" Ed continued quietly. "That's not stopping him from checking you out. When you got up to go to the washroom he watched you every step of the way!" 

"Oh go on Ed!" She blushed and grinned as she sipped her drink. "You're just teasing me!"

"No I'm not. Go walk to the other side of the room and pretend you are looking for something and you'll see what I'm talking about." 

"Okay, I'll just do that," with that Carla stood up, smoothed down her jeans and putting a little extra wiggle in her walk in her new high heels she made her way across the darkened room. As she passed the bar, she smiled at the American. He winked back. As she brushed past him, she whispered, "He caught you looking at me." 

Don whispered back, "Am I in trouble or am I in then?"

She looked down as she slowly walked by. He had a very obvious hard-on going on in his pants. "Have you been hard the whole time since we did it this afternoon?" 

"Fortunately no, that would have been embarrassing. But I did get hard immediately after getting in my car to come here. I'm sure glad the lights are very low in the bar." He winked at her.

Carla stifled a giggle and picked up her pace to walk on to the entrance to the lounge. There she made a show of bending over to adjust the strap on her shoe, displaying her ass, snug in her jeans for both men. Even in the shadows both Ed and Don individually knew how wonderful that shapely ass looked and felt. After several seconds, she walked around the other way back to their table, smiling as she watched Ed alternately look at her and then behind her at Don on his barstool. She knew by this time he was making it very obvious he was ogling her ass. 

"You're right!" Carla whispered with a smile as she sat down. "He is looking at me and up close he is even cuter! Do you really think he would want me?"

"Of course he would! The guy obviously has the hots for you! I bet he'd be easy to talk into a little fun if we could only figure out a way to meet him."

"I don't know, you think he'd come all this way to have it with a couple of middle-aged Canadians, when he could probably find some sexy twenty-something anywhere in this hotel?" 

"For whatever reason, that guy is hot for you, Carla. I bet he'd practically do you in the elevator if you gave him the chance. I can just tell by the look on his face."

"So, if I told you I'd love to be with him, you'd be okay with him?"

"Hearing you say it that way turns me on as much as I think your ogling would-be lover is already. So why don't we find out and change our fantasy into reality. Here he is in a bar in a strange city, most likely where no one knows him, so I'd say both he and the both of us would never have a better opportunity." Ed leaned in and whispered in Carla's ear. "Besides, I'm getting a raging boner imagining him with you. So let's strike while the iron is hot." 

"What the hell, if you're game." Carla took a gulp of her drink. "So who's gonna go ask him if he'd like to join us?" 

"I'll go invite him over for a drink and we'll see what happens, okay?" 

Carla looked over at Don, grinned and then looked back at Ed. "Okay let's do it." 

Ed took another healthy swig of his scotch and got up from his chair. He headed towards the bar. 

"Excuse me," he came up behind Don.

Don looked up at the large man, but didn't say a word, just sipped his drink.

"My girlfriend and I were wondering if we could buy you a drink." He looked back and nodded toward Carla. 

Don sipped his drink some more and nonchalantly stared over the rim of his glass, past Ed to Carla. She lifted her hand from the table in a subtle sort of wave. 

"My name's Ed by the way. Where are you from?" He asked and held out this hand.

Don saw Carla wink back at him. He put his glass on the bar and reached out to shake Ed's hand. "The name's Don and I'm from Virginia."

"Hi Don." Ed signaled the bartender. "Another one of these for the gentleman here and another round for us at the table over there."

The two men headed back to join Carla. Don and Carla smiled warmly at each other as the men sat down.

"Carla, this is Don. Don this is Carla." 

"Hi Carla. Appreciate the invitation to join you two." Don sat on the other side of Carla from Ed, getting close but not too close to appear obvious. 

After a couple of more drinks and some casual chatting it was nearly ten o'clock. 

While they were finishing their latest round Carla reached over and rubbed Ed's cock through his pants with little subtlety. She looked at Don while doing it and smiled. She knew he knew what she was doing, but the idea she was doing it mostly in public made it that much more exciting for them both. In fact, when she reached her other hand out under the table to him she could feel his cock filled with a strong desire of its own. She rubbed both cocks, until they were stiff, as stiff as they could be in the confines of their pants. She almost couldn't believe what she was doing, sitting there rubbing not one, but two men's cocks under the table, in a bar even. 

Carla was getting wet thinking about having both of them, all over and inside her. With that she spread her legs a little. Both men got the hint and started rubbing the thigh nearest them. Each hand moved closer to her wet pussy inside her jeans. Both could feel her damp heat through the denim material. 

"Hmmm, nice and wet as usual I bet." Don commented and added with a sly smile, "As much as the three of us have had to drink tonight, if you're not careful we'll take you up to a hotel room and then both of us will lick you up." 

"Don't tease me if you don't mean to carry through with it." Carla calmly warned with a playful smile.

"Uh, what is going on here?" Ed looked at Don first and then with a very inquisitive stare turned his gaze to Carla. 

It was finally time for Carla to confess. "Ed, I have something I need to tell you before we go any further." Her words slowed her lover's hand, Ed's, not Don's. "Don and I have met before." 

Ed raised his eyebrow and got a crooked grin on his face. "Something was telling me you two were pretty comfortable carrying on like this for being perfect strangers."

"Yes, well, we originally met on the Internet." Carla still rubbed her hands up and down both men's pants, enjoying the power she had to create such wonderful bulges. "It started last year and at first we enjoyed sharing our writing with one another, but then we became more social via chat and yes, eventually it became sexual. We even referred to it as a 'writing buddy relationship with on-line benefits', but really we've grown to be very special friends."

Ed looked over at Don, who smiled back and in unison they both moaned as Carla squeezed their erections.

"Over the course of a few months, we made plans to meet in person. We met in Las Vegas a few months back and then again out in Washington State several weeks ago."

At that last, Ed began to rear back. 

Carla stopped his hand and pushed it back closer to her warm crotch. "That last rendezvous was long before you and I met, dear." She saw Ed's questioning stare look from Don back into hers and soften. His hand eagerly went back to teasing and squeezing her thigh. 

"Anyway, Don and I were really hot for each other back then and we discovered we both had the same fantasies we wanted to fulfill. In fact, that last time together we joked about a threesome, more so with his wife, and more to get her out of her sexual shell. But we also new that would never happen, at least I don't expect it to ever happen." She watched as both men looked at her now as they raised their drink glasses nearly simultaneously and took generous gulps; Ed more out of trying to calm him concerns, Don more so out of trying to get past thinking about her comment about his wife. "Secretly though I had always had a desire to be with two men. Then you suggested we have a threesome with another man and I saw the possibility to fulfill all of our fantasies. I mentioned it to Don one night while we chatted about this story we were collaborating on. I wasn't totally surprised when Don was more than willing to join us if you were willing to share me. For one thing he said anytime with me, shared or not was better than not having me at all." She licked her lips and winked at Don. 

Don took another swallow of his drink, winked back and added, "Yea, when Carla told me about what you suggested I got really excited about the possibility mostly because I could sense the sexual electricity running through her body even from the other end of our on-line chat." He paused for a moment as Carla's fingers ran down over his swelling cockhead through his jeans. He took a huge breath and then continued. "The truth is if given the opportunity every red-blooded American man would jump at the chance to be the extra guy in a female-centered threesome and especially with someone like Carla." He looked at his friend and writing buddy and winked again.

Carla grinned, pursed her lips and gave him another firm squeeze. Then she looked over at Ed. "So, originally I decided I would approach you with the idea and see what you thought about having Don be the one to join us. But then I realized part of the whole experience was the excitement of being with a stranger and I didn't want to cheat you of that part. So I changed the plan on my own and didn't tell Don until he arrived yesterday that we were going to keep our relationship a secret until we actually consummated the deal." 

"So, I guess it's on then?" Ed looked at his lover and winked himself.

"Mmmm, well, I'm looking forward to the opportunity to experience the cocks, tongues and hands of two different guys simultaneously making love to me." Both men watched her lick her lips seductively and they separately, but in tandem twitched in their pants under her palms. 

"So, what do you say we take this up to our hotel suite then?" Ed leaned in and kissed Carla on the cheek and then looked over at Don. "I'm sure we'd be a lot more comfortable there." 

"That's a good idea," Don replied. "But first I want to make sure I'm not misreading this. You're okay with me making love to Carla again, right?" 

Carla's face turned bright red as she released the men's cocks and reached for her glass. Hearing Don speak out loud that both of them would be making love to her made it so real without even being naked yet. 

"It's really up to Carla," Ed returned not flinching or hesitating as he looked at Carla.

"If it's okay with you both, I think we should go upstairs and let happen what will happen." Carla licked her lips even more seductively this time before swallowing down the last of her drink in one huge swallow. 

"Whatever you say, My Lady, lead the way." Don said as he rose from his chair.

Carla walked both men out of the lounge, a hand of theirs in each of hers. 

* * * *

Don licked at her right breast as Ed began licking at her left leaving Carla with a blissful smile on her face. They simultaneously locked their mouths over her breasts, taking the erect nipples between their lips. They both suckled her and she obviously enjoyed it as her moans echoed off the hotel suite walls. Her nipples had become impossibly erect as she arched her back to meet the eager loving of two warm male mouths. 

After several moments, Don eased back and looked over at her boyfriend, "Maybe one of us should see how wet we've gotten her down below, what do you think Ed?"

"Be my guest." Ed paused briefly before going back to devouring Carla's breast.

Don kissed her hard nipple once more before proceeding to lick and kiss his way down her body. He came to the waistband of her jeans and nibbled at the button before he eased back and loosened it, then unzipped them. To his wonderful surprise he found Carla wearing his favorite color underwear. As she finished wriggling out of her pants he also found those pretty peachy pink panties were nice and damp. 

He smiled to himself, 'When was she not hot and ready?' He kissed her there at the cleft of her sexy legs. After another nibble or two of her even damper underwear he reached for the waistband and slipped them down off her hips. With a grin on his face he threw her panties on the bed and gazed upon the sight of her very trimmed sex. It never ceased to amaze him at how delicious and erotic her nearly bare womanhood looked. He leaned in and began to lick her slowly. He at first tried to lick around her pubis with only his extended tongue without her juices getting all over his face. Once he had licked all he could from around the outer lips he positioned himself at the foot of the bed and took her feet sliding them towards her bottom so that her knees were pointing at the ceiling. He then spread them apart by a comfortable distance so that Carla's pussy was fully exposed.

Don paused, licked his lips in anticipation, then lowered his mouth back to her sex and started probing with his tongue again, this time searching a bit deeper between her glistening wet outer lips. 

Carla eased back into the bed, closed her eyes and enjoyed the expertise of her friend's tongue. 

"Oh geez, Ed, I'm such a lucky woman," Carla gasped as she acknowledged her boyfriend's presence as he continued to suckle at her breast. "Don here gives outstanding oral, baby. Oh, damn does he give it good, mmmmm."

Don groaned into her wet sex as he slipped his tongue up and down her slit. 

Carla's head tilted back and ever increasingly louder moans escaped her lips.

Ed stopped making love to Carla breasts and took a moment to rip off his own shirt and stumble out of his pants. No sooner had he dropped his underwear than he sat back down next to his girlfriend and immediately began to stroke his hard cock. Watching Don work on his lover's pussy, Ed masturbated until his pre-cum slimed his hand.

Carla lifted her head and smiled down at her friend's relentless assault on her 'girl'. He was flicking her clit in the way he knew she loved. She rolled her eyes back soaking in the intense pleasure. As she averted her eyes they fell on Ed's hand stroking his hard shaft. She looked up at his face and found beads of perspiration already forming on his forehead as his fingers slid up and down his magnificent cock. She grinned up at him.

"Come on baby, come to mama's breast again." She reached out for him. 

Don looked up a moment later and for a second felt jealous when he not only saw Ed madly sucking on Carla's lovely breast but he saw she had taken a firm hold of his cock in her left hand. He couldn't believe the emotions running through him at the sight, his own erection burrowed that much harder into the bed sheets through his pants as he buried his face into her moist 'girl'. He drove his tongue in as far as it would go. Immediately she raised her hips to greet his eager tongue and he pushed his face to her even tighter. As he tongued and sucked on her he got a very familiar reaction. She raised her hips completely off the bed, a sign he knew all too well. He knew she was on her way to orgasm already. 

Don continued his probing and after a couple minutes he raised his head to look up at his lover. He found her smiling broadly down at him, looking between her breasts as Ed voraciously still worked on one. He went back to his task at hand or at his tongue as it were, searching still deeper into her hot and moist pinkness.

As Ed focused on her breasts Don continued lapping up the wetness between Carla's legs. Slowly as he worked his way back up her pubis, he slipped two fingers inside her. He wasn't exactly shocked at how wet she had become already, he had experienced her extreme arousal many times before, but at this point her juices seemed to already pour from her vagina. She was ready for them her body was telling him.

Don raised his eyes again and this time caught a glimpse of another exciting sight. Ed had risen up and now Carla had his erect cock in her left hand rubbing it against the slippery breast he had just nearly devoured. For a brief moment he stared, with another small spate of jealous.

She smiled down at her lover in this developing threesome.

Don sucked her labia until he released it with an audible slurping sound. 

"Oh baby, don't stop! I'm feeling so horny! Keep kissing me down there, please!" Carla almost pleaded as she fell back on the bed, her knees pulled up and apart. 

Both men could smell her arousal.

Don got up and sat next to her on the bed. "I think I'll let Ed get a taste now." He licked his lips and wiped his face with the back of his hand.

"Don't mind if I do." Ed immediately went to the end of the bed and lay down, burying his manly face in her now very wet sex. Carla's fingers wound themselves into his hair, forcing his head more tightly between her thighs. Her lover kissed and licked his way all around her pussy. Carla moaned as she wrapped her thighs around his head. She couldn't believe how excited she was as she looked down at her lover and then up at her good friend who had quickly stripped naked and now taking a turn stroking himself. 

Holding on to her warm ass cheeks, Ed smothered her pussy with more kisses and sucked on her peaked clitoris. He feasted on her even more heartily and noisily than Don had. 

"Oh yeah that feels so good! Oh...oh my! Ed, I'm gonna cum soon!" she cried out.

"Hurry, dude, you'd better do her before she does cum!" Don called out as he stroked his hard shaft. 

It was Ed's turn to abruptly stop this time. He raised his head from between the crux of Carla's sexual core and after wiping his face with the back of his hand, with great agility was over his lover and easing his cock in her in a flash.

Sitting there on the bed, his eyes glued to their union, Don stroked his cock. It was hard as a rock and would have stayed that way even without his manual stimulation, but he couldn't help it, the sight of Carla spreading her legs as wide as she could and taking her lover aroused him in the extreme. He knew he had to wait his turn. He didn't mind; the important thing was that he'd have her again. He watched Ed drive his cock into her hard and fast, yelping with each stroke and eliciting a scream of pleasure from Carla whenever their pelvic bones collided. Her head swayed from side to side as she allowed Ed to take complete control.

It was almost frightening how exciting it was to Don to watch her take another man's cock. He couldn't tear his eyes off her making love to Ed's hard rod. And that's the way he perceived it, her taking him. He watched Ed methodically drive his cock into her, filling her pussy, then work back until just her pink lips sucked around his swollen crown. As he slid his shaft in again Don swore he could actually feel her pussy on him. He had felt that very same sensation many times in the last several months. Only now he could actually see what it truly looked like from a viewer's angle. It was so sexually over the edge and out of control...and he loved it!




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Carla had her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of Ed's cock in her pussy. 

Don could see Ed's pelvis thrusting harder into her and her breasts bounced with each thrust. Don had always been self-impressed with his own stamina, but watching this other big man pound away at Carla he was amazed how much control he had. But he spoke too soon!

It was just then Ed finally hit his limit and he pushed in one last time with a huge drawn out groan. He could tell her boyfriend was filling Carla with his hot seed. Carla wrapped her legs up around his waist. Don was so astonished at actually seeing another man cum in front of him that he stopped stroking. After a couple minutes he watched as she unwrapped her legs from around Ed and he stumbled away, his now limp cock hanging down, glistening from the combination of his and Carla's cum juices.

"Don, Look at her!" Ed grinned with a sense of pride. "She's all soaking wet and ready to go for you. That is if you don't mind sloppy seconds."

Don looked from Carla's flushed face to Ed's and then back down to the female third of their triangle. He stared down between her legs and saw she was indeed beyond wet and not only with her own juices. He saw the whitish drool of Ed's cum oozing out of her pussy. At first he hesitated realizing what he was getting himself into, but then he really thought what he was getting himself into...he was getting into Carla and her hot pussy. He wanted her more than anything at that moment, more than any other man's cum inside her could keep him away.

Don grasped his hard, drooling cock and crawled up over Carla's body, "Baby, I'll take you any time you offer yourself, sloppy seconds, thirds or fourths...oh yeah..." He eased his cock head through her pussy lips and slowly plunged his full length into her slit. 

"You never have to ask, lover." Carla said as he settled between her legs. "I'm happy to have him in there any time. I love the feel of that big cock in me again."

Don pushed forward until all seven and a half inches of his manhood was deep within her. He pulled back a bit before he thrust back in to the hilt again, then again. "How does it feel having your pussy filled for a second time so soon by a different cock?" 

"It feels...wonderful!" She said already losing her breath to his efforts. "I'm...so glad....we actually moved...beyond fantasy...and...made this...a reality." 

"Me too." Both men said in precise unison.

All three of them laughed out loud. Don could feel her Carla's laughter through his manhood as her body shook him. He went back to plunging in deep and picked up the pace. He was so hyped he was amazed he didn't splash her with his cum as his cock head had made contact with her pink lips. But he humped and humped, Carla urging him on.

"Do it baby, do me. He missed me didn't he? That big hard cock of yours missed his 'girl'." With that she reached around and grabbed for his tensing butt. 

The minute Don felt her fingers dig into his ass cheeks he knew it was all over, he finally passed the point of no return. Just when the first jet of cum shot out of his cock, Carla let out a scream and wrapped her legs around him, holding him like a vise. Her own violent orgasm made her pussy muscles clamp down on his hard shaft.

By the second ejaculation their mutual groans filled the room with a raw sexual reverberation.

* * * * *

An hour later, they were finishing drinks they had taken from the mini-bar. Ed drained his beer and stood, still completely naked and asked, "Anybody need a refill?"

Carla replied, "I want to be refilled, but I'm not talking about another drink." 

With that Ed walked up and took the drink glass from her hand and sat it down on the nightstand. Carla took his mostly soft penis in her hand and pulled him onto the bed with her. She kissed her boyfriend and stroked him until she felt him rise to the occasion. When she opened her eyes, she looked passed Ed's head and saw Don staring at the both of them. She looked down and saw his manhood was rising on its own. She thought, 'it never did take much to make him hard'.

Carla broke the kiss with Ed and with a mock pouty face asked, "Do you feel left out? Come here, my prince." She stretched out her other hand to Don.

Very quickly, Carla had both hard-ons fully back rubbing against her bare body. Her lust for her men had never diminished but it seemed to flare even more warmly. She went to each man, one after the other and lowered her head to take him full in her mouth. Both of the guys enjoyed slow, sensual blow-jobs and alternating hand-jobs. Without ever letting go of either one of them with her hands the entire time her lust filled attention focused on each of their cocks, back and forth, seemingly controlling their ability to explode in her mouth until she knew for certain both men were truly ready to cum.

Then unexpectedly, she let go of them both, rose up on her knees and scooted back slightly on the bed. 

"Okay, guys, I want more. Get closer." She reached out roughly pulling their very hard and wet cocks toward her. Both men were twitching, bodies as well as lengthy shafts, from the extreme sexual tension brought on by Carla's talented mouth and tongue. They were both tense and excited, neither could speak. They really didn't want to as silently they seemed to make a pact not to ruin the moment she obviously had in mind for them. 

With their swollen cocks primed and within inches of her face, she wrapped her hands tightly about both of them and began to stroke rapidly up and down their shafts. Then she turned her head towards Don and took him deep into her mouth as far as she could. With her lips locked around his hard shaft, he could feel himself burning to ejaculate. He sucked in a deep breath and was on the verge...when abruptly she stopped. He watched in near total frustration as she rolled her head toward Ed's cock and devoured him. Her hand kept massaging Don's shaft while she sucked Ed in and out of her mouth. Back and forth she repeated this again and again, sucking and squeezing and sucking some more. 

...until finally she abruptly stopped again. 

She pulled them both still closer together, each turned to their sides until their hips touched. Both Ed and Don watched as side by side and in a blur of motion Carla moved her head between both their wet and fully swollen cockheads. Sucking and stroking, Carla had them right on very the edge.

Then the next thing the men knew she had both their cocks in her mouth at the same time. Carla gasped a bit but leaning forward adjusted her mouth around the both of them.

Don looked up and met Ed's equally startled eyes. 

He felt as if he was going to faint from shock, but the feeling and the excitement she had just created took him to the very precipice of orgasm. Inside her mouth as her tongue swirled about, he could feel Ed's cock rubbing against his own. He couldn't believe what he was seeing and feeling. Carla was able to pleasure not just his cock but both cocks in her mouth all together. 

She sucked on both cocks expertly, wildly probing her tongue between both swollen heads. Don groaned at the wonderful feeling of her mouth and tongue on him along with the strange, but rather exciting sensation of Ed's equally hard cock bumping against his. They held her head as each man eased his hips toward her face. 

Suddenly Don could feel the burning in his balls and the cum rise from them through his stiff cock. Carla sensed it and stopped stoking him and immediately clamped her fingers tightly around the base in his thick dark pubic hair. Then as if on cure suddenly Ed gave out a deep moan thrusting his cock forward hard into her mouth and he exploded with a thick hot jet of cum. That did it for Don as his cock exploded shooting his initial spurt into her fully stuffed mouth. 

Carla didn't pull her head back, though, as both men pumped their hips and their cum into her accepting mouth. She proceeded to swallow all she could until the huge amount of cum in her mouth overwhelmed her. She finally pulled her face back and let the remainder of their cum shoot over her chin, neck and breasts.

After she had finished them both off she looked at them with an open mouth smile and with her tongue dancing around her lips she showed them both how her mouth was still full of the result of their tandem orgasms. She then closed her mouth and swallowed with an exaggerated gulp and nod of her head. "That was the real thing. That was a lot of good man cum. Mmmmm...yummy!" 

Don and Ed both laughed. Don added, "Maybe you've just invented a new beverage, a man-cum smoothie!"

Ed laughed even more loudly and Carla fell back on the bed, rolling her eyes.

"What an imagination." She replied before sitting back up and looking up at both men. "I knew I would appreciate the moment. I have also enjoyed the fantasy of sexually satisfying two different men at the same time. Never did I think I would actually do it. Mmmm, and the real life experience was so much more satisfying than the fantasy." She wiped the lingering cum from her chin and lips.

"Well, I don't know about you Ed, but its not often I can cum twice in one short night." Don commented as he puffed up his chest.

"Uh, actually it's the next morning already stud, look," Carla pointed to the clock radio on the bedside table. It read '12:47'.

"Who cares, baby," Ed added, "getting to make love with you once, twice or three times, its all so very hot. You are one very sexy woman."

"I'll second that my friend." Don said and raised his hand so they boys shared a high five.

Carla shook her head at the boyish antics, and added "I'd love that refill now, a drink that is."

"What? Not up for another refill of that lovely 'girl' of yours, my lady?" Don quipped and reached out to caress her bare thigh.

"Uh, I could take you boys on again in a heartbeat, but, well," she looked down between both men's legs and stuck out her pouty lip again, "I think your little wee-wees are up to the task." 

Both men sat back on their haunches, looking down at their individual manhood's wilting down coated with their lover's saliva and dribble of their mutual cum. 

The triangle of lovers worked on another round of drinks, all three having made excursions to the bathroom to relieve themselves of the evenings earlier adult beverages. The men were sitting in chairs on either side of the desk. Carla watched the men chatting about sports and other things, both fully naked as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She knew though as she sipped her own drink lying back in the king-sized bed, naked herself, that this was a first for all of them. A threesome, a ménage a trois was new to them all. But as she watched each man casually takes turns looking at her and her naked form she knew there was more to the evening, more to their union still to come. 

* * * * *

"I want you two to do something for me now." Carla called out in a moment of full silence sometime later. Both men looked up at her as she sat up on the edge of the hotel bed. "Ed, stand over here. Don you stand here." She pointed to her left and her right.

"You know I'm glad to hear you don't appear to have any problems with being naked with two men. I was hoping there wouldn't be any morning after regrets because there is still another fantasy I would like to try to fulfill for you." 

"No regrets here at all, you know me better than that. I say what I want to and do what I want to." She patted him on his thigh as he walked by her and the bed. "Hmmm, and just what would that fantasy of yours be?" 

"It's actually your fantasy. You've told me about it more than once. You know... don't you?"

"I'm guessing it is the one where I take on you and Ed at the same time." Carla grinned from ear to ear as she looked back and forth at her two lovers. "And I don't mean with my mouth again."

"Uh-huh." Don grinned and winked as he rubbed her bare thigh, all the way up until he extended his pinky finger and gently caressed her moist, puffy folds.

"Mmmmm, I see we are on the same wavelength then." She felt his finger tease her opening as Ed walked up. "I certainly have the feeling that two warm hard cocks thrusting into me will be such a delight." She sat up and held out her hands. "Okay, as I was asking before, both of you stand up here." 

Both men did as she asked and she immediately took each of their cocks in her hands and began stroking them. Both men stood their seemingly entranced at her magnificent hand-job. After only several seconds of handling the two cocks, she had them fully hard. She leaned down and took Ed's cock into her mouth first eagerly wrapping her lips around the head of his thick shaft she started sucking vigorously. As she tongued Ed's mighty hard cock, she continued stroking Don's equally hard manhood. It was a wonderfully strange sensation, stroking her friend's cock while her lover's cock was fully inside her mouth.

Taking Ed all the way in, she held him there at the entrance to her throat, as she looked up to see both men smiling down at her. She sucked on Ed hard as she swallowed before she pulled her mouth away from his cock and went back to stroking it, now all wet and slippery. She leaned the other way and began licking Don's rock-hard cock. Licking up and down the shaft, she slicked up over the head tasting his very generous pre-cum, before she took him deep into her mouth just as she had done to Ed's. She sucked Don feverishly as Ed got a good firm hand-job. For his part Ed rubbed her back, sliding his big hand down to her backside where he ran a finger through her ass crack, until he was able to stab his thick index finger between her cheeks and tease her little puckered hole. 

Carla groaned at the new sensation and sucked harder on Don's manhood. 

Don moaned appreciatively at the wonderful sensation he was getting. He eased his hips forward feeling himself swell in his lover's mouth. Damn she was good with that sexy mouth!

Carla pulled away, leaving him slick and wet just like Ed. Now both their hard cocks glistened in her hands.

"I think you two are sufficiently hard and eager. Let's get down to business." With that she abruptly flung their hard cocks back against their stomachs with a slapping sound coming from each. She got up and went to the other side of the bed and pulled the covers back and lay down. 

"Come join me," she said and patted the sheet on either side of her. She watched them both walk around the bed with their cocks jutting out, fully erect and bobbing. What a turn-on this was for her. She couldn't believe this was finally going to happen. Those two pulsing, drooling cocks would soon be filling her. The men got onto the bed and lay down on either side of her naked body. She reached out and took both their cocks in her hands again. Each man in turn began rubbing her breasts. They squeezed them and Ed was the first to pinch an erect nipple.

"Oooo, love my nipples, yes." Carla cooed.

Don followed suit, pinching and pulling gently on the other. 

For Carla, the feeling of their four hands caressing her nude body was almost indescribable. 

Ed leaned in and kissed her neck from behind. Don kissed his side of her neck. Carla literally melted between then from the pure pleasure as she held both their hard cocks and continued to masturbate them. The men kissed and stroked her warm body; the only sounds in the room were of their lips on her skin and the incessant moaning coming from hers as she laid her blonde head back against the padded headboard. 

After a long period of caressing, kissing and licking Ed fell back on his side of the bed, panting. "I think, its time we rocked Carla's world, Don. How about it?"

Don swirled his tongue around the proudly erect nipple of Carla's left breast and with a pronounced 'slurp' raised his head and looked into her eyes.

"Mmm-hmmm...let's rock her, rock her hard." Don lay back on his side of the bed. Flat on his back he held his cock upright pointing to the ceiling. He spit into his other palm and then smeared it all up and down the shaft. "Here you go baby, it's all yours!"

Carla bit her lower lip knowing it was time. She got up on her knees and then straddled her lover facing away from him. Her thighs were on either side of his hips. 

"Is it ok if I drive this time?" She said looking over her shoulder with an eager smile. 

"Come on baby, I'm all yours. Just give me that pretty, hot ass of yours." He lay back and let Carla do it all.

Carla reached back and pulled her cheeks apart. As Don held his wet cock straight up again, she grunted as she ever so slowly eased herself down onto it. The thick crown of his manhood pierced her tight little hole. She paused to savor the feeling, it felt good to be teased back there, she had always liked it back there. The last time they were together, she and Don had done it that way at least twice. This was nothing new then, but the feeling of his huge hard cock going in her backside this time seemed so different for some reason. She eased on down until she could feel the thick tuft of his pubic hair tickle her smooth cheeks. She paused again to take a huge breath and feel her body both warm anew and relax as she took him in. She also realized her pussy was beyond wet and was drooling down over her lover's balls. It was then she knew why it felt different this time with Don taking her ass, it was because her hot cunt was eagerly awaiting the other hard cock that would be coming its way. It was then she looked over and saw Ed staring in fascination at the union between her and Don, excitedly stroking away on that second hard cock she would soon enjoy. Before she knew it she had lowered down until Don was buried fully inside her.

She looked up at the ornate ceiling and breathed deeply, taking in not only the full measure of Don's long hard cock up her backside, but prepping herself for the ultimate feeling of fullness still to come. 

About that time Ed reached out and rubbed his hand across her exposed wet pubis. Carla exhaled sharply and then inhaled quickly as his finger began to tease her clitoris as she moved up and down on Don. Her whole body seemed to vibrate at that simple touch. She had to stop everything as she lost her breath at that next moment. If she didn't know better she swore she had had an instantaneous little orgasm. She hovered above Don for another moment before she continued taking his very hard cock up into her. 

"Are you horny for another man's big dick in your pussy?" Don asked as he squeezed her ass cheeks and felt her muscles tightly squeeze his hard shaft. 

"Yes...oh...yesss!!!" Carla yelled out as she looked over at the taut purplish head of Ed's cock straining up through his big fist. 

Ed wasted no time. He knelt down in front of her, pushed her legs back some more and guided his cock to her pussy. "Ready?" he asked gently, trying to keep the urgency out of his voice and succeeding only partially.

Carla spread her legs still wider. "Come on! No more foreplay!" She commanded. "Just do me!"

As Ed leaned in to kiss Carla, Don could see the other man's sizable erection poised to penetrate her. He watched, actually holding his breath as Ed bent down to gently kiss her breast, too and watched as he lifted himself and placed his hard cock at the opening of her flowing pussy. Amazed he was watching another man make love to this woman, he watched as she raised her legs then body to fully accept him. And with one slow push Ed's cock disappeared completely into her pussy. A very low, but earnest moan immediately came out of her mouth while her head flew backwards into his chest as he pushed into her. 

Don's heart nearly climbed up into his throat at the sight and he was sure he would lose his load on the spot. Then on Ed's second stroke into her, Carla raised her hips to greet her boyfriend's hard rod, throwing her head backwards hard against his chest again, this time letting out a much louder groan.




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"Yeah!" she screamed. "Deeper! Give me all of it!"

It was tremendously exciting just to watch it, to hear it, be a part of it. His own erection seemed bigger than it ever had been before as it swelled up inside her. Carla briefly adjusted her balance, shook her long blonde hair out as Ed repositioned himself burrowing himself into her as far as he could go. As Ed thrust harder, Carla gurgled with another muffled moan and rocked back hard onto Don.

"Oh my...that feels incredible!" It was as if they were touching areas that had never been touched. "Oh yes...that feels amazing...don't stop!" 

Don slowed his pace beneath her to allow Ed to fully penetrate her. Then Ed began to pull back and start a short stroking rhythm. The two men soon fell into a mutually synced rhythm alternating their cock strokes. The room was stilled and hushed as he bottomed out, pausing balls deep to let Carla savor the sensation of two hard cocks, two desirous men fully engaged in making love to her. Don's balls ached as he saw how tightly her pussy lips clung to his thick pole. The look of intense concentration on Carla's face said it all. He was already reaching places in tandem with Ed's thick cock that together were filling her far more than she had ever been filled before. 

Carla whimpered as each man withdrew and then immediately slid himself back in again. Don began to speed up and Carla began to make little mewling sounds. Her body literally shook from the exquisite pleasure she felt. 

"Oh yes, this feels so good. Being made love to by my two favorite men and their hard cocks," she told them. "I feel so full! Every sensation in my body seems to be so alive." Her pussy and ass muscles tightened and pulsated around their thick cocks. It was an extraordinary feeling of ultimate shared pleasure. 

The wet slapping sounds of Carla's sexing soon echoed in the hotel room.

"I want you both to cum!" Carla gurgled. "Cum for me, both of you!" She began to raise herself up and down in a frenzy of activity. Her breasts swayed as the bedsprings squeaked beneath the three. Her nipples were puffy and swollen, her hair was badly mussed, and her eyes looked all wild and crazy. She fed her nipple to Ed's eager mouth as Don's strong hands squeezed her ass. 

Ed looked up and saw his lover's eyes roll back in her head. He smiled broadly as he thrust harder and deeper knowing she was in love with what was taking place.

Carla looked up at Ed as Don gripped her waist tight and pushed into her from underneath. "Let it go baby!"

"Yeah, baby let it all go, cum with us!" Ed called out. 

Carla was very close to having an orgasm, both men could tell. With Ed pounding his cock into her so hard she had to brace herself back against Don with her hands on his ribs in order to keep her position. The slapping sounds of Ed's body against hers revealed the rapid rhythm of his thrusting. With every thrust she gasped, her breath seemingly knocked out of her. She arched her back slightly to accept his aggressiveness and lay her head back next to Don's. 

Looking down over her naked body, Don saw her breasts were so swollen with arousal they barely jiggled with the intense pounding her boyfriend was giving her. Her nipples extended out hard, proud and excited. Don honestly believed at that point his cock had swollen past the point of ever coming out of her tight backside. He could have sworn it would have been numb, if it wasn't for it felt so incredibly good right then her undulating on him, squeezing him hard. He couldn't move his hips with the weight of the couple above him. All he could do was watch the incredible sight and enjoy the ride as her boyfriend rode her.

"Don't stop" she said "I want you both to cum inside of me; I want to feel both of you cum inside of me!"

She rose back up, both hands bracing her again as Don partially sat up under her and thrust his hard shaft upwards together against Ed's cock in rhythm with his strokes. Slowly her head tilted back again until her mouth was next to Don's cheek. 

That simple intimate contact spurred Don's orgasm, and not wanting to leave her hanging he reached around to rub her clit, only to find her own hand working on it already. He thrust his cock in as deeply as possible inside her ass and held her down on it. 

Then it hit her! Carla surrendered to her orgasm. "Oh, yesssssss!" The two words dragged out and ended in a loud crescendo. As the peak of her climax hit, her pussy clenched both their cocks tightly in each orifice. She screamed as her ravenous pussy squirted all over both men's cocks and balls. Both of the men's hard shafts swelled. 

Then Ed yelled out, "I'm cumming!" 

Carla looked up into Ed's face. She could tell by his facial contortions he was about to explode in ecstasy and then she felt it as her lover emptied himself within her, His body stiffened over her and he thrust his cock once more deeper inside her already soaked pussy.

Then Don's balls tensed up. "Oh yesssss, awwggghhhh..." He roared out as he let fly, filling Carla's ass.

Carla could feel both their cocks literally strain against each other as they painted her inner being with a double load of hot cum. That sent her into still another orgasm.

Both Ed and Don held their positions as a final more indistinguishable "Oh, yyyeeeeaaaa" came out of their sexy lover's mouth. The moment seemed to last forever, and both men gave her a couple more strokes until she finally collapsed back limp onto Don. 

Covered with sweat, her blonde bangs soaked and her breathing heavy, she turned her head and kissed Don on the cheek. She was still shaking from her massive orgasm as he rocked her in his arms and returned her kiss. His erection had subsided some, but not completely as he was still inside her.

"That had to be one of the most intense sensations of my entire life." 

After all Ed's intense pummeling of Carla, he finally pulled back and squatted on his haunches. His former erection was now limp and glistening, a mixture of his and her cum this time. His face and chest were streaked with perspiration.

Nearly exhausted, Carla managed to climb up out of Don's lap. 

Don let his head fall back, his chest shiny with a mixture of his sweat and hers.

Carla's pussy and backside were completely covered in man-cum as it ran out soaking the bed sheets.

All three lovers collapsed on the bed in satisfied exhaustion. Carla lay between them, kissing each of them, back and forth. "You both were wonderful. You completely were. Damn that was so good."

"It's something I'll never forget." Don uttered in a breathy voice. "Believe me, it was splendid!"

"I couldn't have asked for anything more." Carla kissed him, their tongues tangling. Ed stroked his lover's long blonde hair as he watched the two kiss. "I'll say that was unique."

"Mmmm...I've never been so full of one cock," Carla more purred than spoke, "let alone two for that long. If Don had been moving much more vigorously it probably would have started hurting but since he was just moving very slowly and stopping every once in a while so we all could just enjoy the feeling of being joined as one, it well...felt wonderful and seemed to last forever."

Fired up from their very first threesome, they all made love more that weekend than either of them would have ever thought humanly possible. After the first series of mutual orgasms, they became quite at ease with their shared sexual pleasures. Carla became quite comfortable with having sex with two guys at the same time. She also found that if one man wore out while she still wanted more attention the other would keep her sexually high until the first recovered. Carla gave the men lots of pleasure and got even more. But always she was always the center of attention for the men. 

The two men eventually ran out of steam in the very early morning hours on Monday and a thoroughly sated Carla drifted off into a blissful dreamland lying between them. 

The threesome slept like babies. 

* * * * *

Just beyond dawn, Don awoke and found Ed and Carla embraced beside him in bed. He scooted to his edge and tried to ease up without disturbing them. He was just about up when...

"Hey, where you goin'?" Carla called out. 

Don turned his naked body and looked down at hers and Ed's. He smiled remembering the pleasures of the night before. 

"I think maybe I'd better leave you two lovebirds alone for now. Besides, I have a plane to catch in a few hours." He got a towel from the bathroom and wiped himself off, then pulled on his pants, and buttoned up his shirt. "I'll e-mail you tomorrow." He leaned down and kissed her cheek and then reached out and offered his hand to Ed. "See ya." 

Carla and Ed were blissfully silent as Don let himself out, discreetly leaving the two of them lying on the rumpled sheets in one another's arms. 

Before Don could reach the elevators...

"Wait!" He heard a voice call out behind him. He turned and saw Carla come running down the hallway still pulling a hotel robe about her.

"What are you doing?" He asked as she came up and wrapped her arms around him.

"I just wanted to thank you. Thank you so much," Carla hugged him tightly for another moment before leaning back and looking up into his gray eyes. "You know driving here to the hotel the other night my mind raced with thousands of visions and thoughts. I had a mental vision of me sitting naked on that bed between you two, both mauling my breasts. I pictured myself with a hard cock in each hand. It all seemed like an impossible dream. But I guess we've gone well beyond those visions. Something for us both to write about now, huh?" She smiled broadly and rose up on her bare tip toes to kiss him hard. 

The elevator doors opened and out stepped a young couple. 

The elder couple broke their kiss and waited for the younger ones to round the corner before they broke out in laughter. The déjà vu from a past rendezvous. 

Don held her tight and looked longingly back down into her beautiful blue eyes. "Thank you for a wonderful new experience, my first threesome. We've got to do this again, you know."

"We will," Carla purred, "I promise."