1 comments/ 21246 views/ 2 favorites San Francisco Rendezvous By: obscured To E. John hadn't seen his wife in seven days and it was driving him absolutely crazy. He had never been away from her for so long in all their eight years of marriage. Yes, he had been called away to meetings for a day or two, and she made short jaunts for her business once or twice a month, but this was something else. John's struggling software company demanded much of his attention, often leaving little time for his family. Suddenly, the head of his installation department accepted a position with a bigger, better-paying company. The man walked out the door leaving behind a long list of clients waiting for John's product. Before he could think about hiring someone, he found himself fielding angry calls from impatient customers. There was nothing to do but take a box-load of his product and hit the road, installing them personally, one at a time. It would take 12 days, if all went well. As he stepped on the plane to his first destination, he had squeezed a promise out of his training expert to hire an installation tech before he landed back home. Strangely, in the middle of the trip, his wife, Suzie, found herself in a similar situation. She worked as a media buyer for an advertising firm in Olympia, WA and suddenly found that three of her favorite radio stations were simultaneously shifting formats. The stations were part of a small, 15-station group and were scattered from Boise, to Wichita, to Oakland. She needed to meet the station's GM's, sales managers and program directors to find out what was going on and how that would affect the needs of her clients. She quickly sketched out her plans, bought the tickets, reserved the rooms and ran out the door, leaving their house empty. It was the next day, when she called him from Wichita while he was in Calgary, that they both realized that fate had been smiling on them after all. John's next stop was San Francisco. Suzie's was Oakland. They burst into happy laughter at the coincidence. "You did that on purpose!" accused John. "I swear! No!" After another four minutes of senseless laughing, it finally dawned on John what this meant. "Hey, Suzie," he said sweetly. "Yes, love?" she cooed back. His sexy tone was like a code word for her. She knew she was in for something good. "I should be done with this install around five, you know." "I should be done with my meeting around five. What a coincidence." "Maybe we should, you know, get together." Suzie let the smile spread across her face for a moment before she answered. "Why John. Are you asking me out on a date?" "I suppose I am, Suzie." "Well," she said, falling back onto the hotel room bed. "Where would you take me if I went on a date with you?" "There's a place in Height Ashbury that I've been meaning to try. It's Cuban." "Oh, my! John, my heart is beating the mambo right now!" "It's very cozy. I'll look into your eyes and I'll hold your hand and I'll tell you exactly how much I love you." "Oh, John. That sounds like a wonderful time." "I tell you what, my love. If you meet me at the top of the stairs at the Union Square BART station, I will sweep you off your feet!" "Off my feet? Wow. What's gotten into you?" "Heh, heh, heh. You know what I'll be wearing?" "What's that?" When John didn't answer immediately, the little tease went right to Suzie's pussy. She pinched a nipple between too fingers as she waited for the answer. "My plaid, silk boxers." John heard his wife gasp at the exchange of code words. He heard a shuffling of clothing on the other end of the line, then a lust-filled sigh. "Now, now, Suzie," he teased. "You weren't thinking about giving yourself a little come, right now, were you?" "Who, me?" she breathed into the phone. "Take your hand out of your panties, darling." "I'm not wearing panties, darling." "Then take your sweet, talented fingers out of your pussy." "Awww. But they feel so very very nice." "Right now, Suzie." Suzie reluctantly complied. She pumped two fingers hard into her pussy one time, then pulled them out and straightened out her dress. "Okay, you nasty boy. My fingers are nowhere near my dripping pussy." "You know what I would do, if I were with you in Wichita?" "I think I have an idea." "I would take those lovely fingers and I would lick them clean for you." "John! You naughty boy." "But since I'm not there…" "Okay." Suzie slid her wet index finger into her mouth and slurped at it noisily. He heard John grunt on the other end of the phone. Who was the teaser now? She tasted both fingers thoroughly, enjoying the taste and the effect it obviously had on John. "John?" she cooed. "Uh, huh?" "You aren't rubbing that big cock of yours, are you?" "Um. Not anymore. No." "Good. Because if I have to go to bed horny tonight, so do you." "I suppose that's fair. I guess I'll just have to limp through my install with this boner hanging down my leg." "And I guess I'll just have to sit through this meeting with the smell of my wet snatch wafting through the room!" They burst into another round of laughter before exchanging endearments, hanging-up, and trying to get to sleep through the constant thoughts of love and sex. John waited for her at the top of the stairs, like he said he would. He leaned against the signpost and watched the endless diversity of the human experience wander past. Hindus, Japanese, Korean, Canadian, and all in various shades and colors and sizes and shapes came and went from the Bay Area's famous subway system. He listened to a young kid play saxophone in a clear area nearby. A Sikh with a long, blond beard asked him for the time. He took a moment to savor the crisp breeze off the bay and to wonder at the outrageous blue of the California sky. He felt sexy and alive. He held his briefcase in his right hand and leaned against the post with his left shoulder. He knew that at any moment the love of his life would saunter up the stairs and into his arms. He tried to picture her in his mind and found the image vague and stylized. He remembered her face on their wedding day. He remembered her nude body as it looked in the dirty pictures they used to take of each other. For some reason, he had a hard time putting all of his memories together into a single thought. He had never been away from her for so long. As he waited, he wondered why he so very rarely thought about her. It occurred to him that he saw her at home; he sometimes pictured her face when they were on the phone; but he never just sat down and daydreamed about her anymore. He knew that he had done that constantly when they had first met, but that was years ago. He loved that she was a constant part of his life, now. He knew that she would be with him for the rest of his days. But, until the night before, he had never realized how much he missed the romance they had once relied on. He resolved then and there to woo her again. He would make her his once more. And, he promised himself, he would do so again and again. Just as he was trying to picture her again, he saw her walk up the stairs and his feeble fantasy was demolished. The real Suzie was in a naughty mood all day. She knew John was up to something more than just gazing into each other's eyes. She dressed in a dangerous, short, black, spaghetti-strap dress with a slit up the side that went halfway up her bare thigh. Her only underwear consisted of a lacy, black thong. Her long brown hair flowed over her naked shoulders and fluttered in the California breeze. Her steel gray eyes glinted against the sun for a moment, until she slipped her designer sunglasses over them. Suzie paused for a moment at the top of the stairs, then spotted John, just as he stepped away from the signpost. He wore a black tie with the gold and silver image of winged victory. It looked gorgeous against his yellow shirt. She gasped, then stopped herself from racing towards him. Instead, they strode towards each other with confidence and desire, but before she could speak a single word of greeting, she was in his arms, kissing him madly. They stood for an eternity, kissing deeply at the Union Square station. Their tongues played with each other earnestly and the busy traffic of the Paris of the West flowed by them like a stream. The sounds of The City became the babbling of a sweet and gentle brook in the ears of the two lovers. Had it only been a week? It seemed to Suzie as though she hadn't seen him in years. Reality began to intrude when he tried to caress her ass and his briefcase slammed into her thigh. She found that holding her purse with the hand she was trying to run through his hair was just not working. They broke off the kiss and composed themselves. "Hi," John stammered. They laughed for a while, looking into each other. He ran his free hand through her hair, then caught sight of his watch. He glanced at it. "Oo! We have a reservation." "Okay," she said, still trying to catch her breath. John and Suzie found the cable car heading up Market Street and hopped aboard. Even at this time of the evening, it was crowded both by tourists and commuters. Suzie stood and held on to a pole with one hand and John's waist with the other. John braced himself against the side of the car with his opposite hand, clamping the other onto his wife's ass with the other. The bumpy ride had them bouncing back and forth in the cable car, giving John plenty of excuses to stroke Suzie's ass. She tingled with excitement at the public groping. She turned to him and kissed him behind his ear. She started to whisper to him, but just blew a hot wind softly over his cheek. He smiled at the trick. He brought his hand away from the side of the car and wrapped it around her waist. He took her tightly in his arms and kissed her hard. She strained to keep from swooning under his passionate ministrations. She gripped the pole tightly to keep them both upright. She felt her body gently touching the other people on the car, now and again. She kept kissing John and let her arousal carry her away. With a lurch, The cable car pulled to the side and they nearly tumbled out. They broke the kiss and grinned at the silliness of the situation. Looking around, John saw that they were nearly to their destination. At the next stop, he led Suzie off the cable car and into the throngs of people who packed the sidewalks of Height Street. They patted and rubbed each other's asses as they strode through the crowd. They stole little kisses and meaningful glances. The giggled to themselves as they engaged in running commentary on the endless variety of people who wandered up and down the historic avenue. They reached the little Cuban restaurant and found that it was a little bit packed. There was no line, but they did have to stand against the door for a few minutes, even with the reservation. John stood behind Suzie and pressed against her ass. He put his hands on her hips and they started dancing to the infectious rhythms of the mambo. Just as John was about to whisper something irresistibly, dangerously sexy to his wife, their table was ready. They followed the stunning waitress in the tight, black, leather pants to a booth along the side wall of the room. She gave them each a sexy smile as they sat down. "What would you like to drink, señor?" she asked. "Ginger Ale." "And what can I bring your sexy señorita?" she asked, with a powerful wink in her direction. "Do you have any rosé?" John said, speaking for his stunned wife. "Si. Ginger Ale and rosé. I'll bring you some fried plantains, as well." Suzie was still a little taken aback. She was about to come out of it when she saw that John was staring at the waitress's lovely ass. "Hey!" she teased. "I'm over here." "Sorry, dear. I, uh, um…" "Yeah, I know." "She is sexy. And I'm just a little charged up, right now, you know?" Suzie laughed. "Yeah, I know that feeling." Suzie leaned over the table and flashed her devilish grin at her husband. "I was just thinking," she said. "Uh oh," John interrupted, with a grin. "I know that look." Suzie kicked her sandal off and ran her foot up and down John's thigh. "Do you think…" she started, before giggling again. "What?" "I wonder if I could, um, make you come before dinner arrives? Without her noticing?" John raised his eyebrows provocatively. "I don't know. It's possible, I guess." "I think I could do it." "But without her seeing? That would be quite a trick." John gave a grunt as Suzie's foot found his crotch. He opened his legs to her. "I bet I could." "What would you bet?" "Well, let's say I get you to come in your pants, right here at the table, without her seeing. Then I should get you to myself for the night to be my slave. Right?" "Okay. But if our waitress is a little more…ooof!…observant, or I'm not so easy, then you will belong to me, to be my slave for the night." "It's a bet, sucker, I mean sweetheart." She rubbed her foot up and down his hardening cock, through his slacks. When the beautiful, Latina waitress returned to take their order, she curled her toes over his head and gave a wicked squeeze. He jumped a little, but kept his cool. The waitress did not seem to notice. John watched as she turned away to deliver their order. "Ooo, Johh," Suzie teased, sliding her fingers over the back of his hand. "That is a fine ass, alright." John chuckled and turned his attention back to Suzie. "That's right," she whispered. "I want to look in your eyes when you come in your pants. Oh! That was a cute little twitch you gave there, darling. I think you're about to give in to me, aren't you. Does it feel good when I do this?" She ran her heel solidly along the length of his cock. He clutched the table and hissed. "Yeah, Suzie. That's pretty good." "I'll bet. And when I do this?" Suzie gave him a series of quick little squeezes. John stifled a groan. He spread his legs more and scooted forward on the seat. "Yeah, that's nice too." "It's okay, John. Let it feel nice." She stroked his cock steadily with her foot, anchoring her heel against his thigh. She ran her tongue over her lips. "Almost mine, aren't you babe?" she said. He gave a quiet groan, barely audible over the mambo. "Oh, yeah, John. Getting close, aren't we?" John nodded. He ground his hips against her foot. John glanced over at the kitchen just as the sexy waitress bent over a table to place a plate of hot food before a customer. Her breasts tried very hard to spill out of her loose blouse, but somehow they stayed in place. John's balls tightened up. He hunched against Suzie's foot. "Very nice, John," she said, helping him along. "Just a little more." "Yeah," he managed to grunt. The waitress walked over to them with their food. John was right on the edge. She bent over, as she had done at the other table. Her breasts were right in front of him. His orgasm spread from his balls and cock to his stomach. He gripped Suzie's hand with one hand and the table with the other. "Thank you," Suzie said as the waitress placed a plate in front of her. "Here you go, darling," the waitress said to John, with a wink. That was all it took. John's cock started pumping. He closed his eyes and leaned back, letting his come flow from his cock into his pants. His legs twitched. He squeezed his wife's hand. Then, just as he finished his orgasm, he heard a wicked chuckle come from the waitress. "Did that feel good, señor." He opened his eyes to see the waitress lean over his wife and whisper in her ear. She gave Suzie a quick kiss on the cheek, and grinned at John. " That is some woman you have there. The bathrooms are that way," she said, pointing and laughing. "Lots of towels." "Yeah. Um, thank you." John stumbled to his shaking feet and tried to waddle inconspicuously to the restroom. At the end of their meal, John left a big tip. Outside, they waited for their cab with arms locked around each other's waists. As they kissed and nibbled each other, John shifted his feet uncomfortably, trying to keep his come-caked penis from sticking painfully to his shorts. A green and white cab pulled up to the curb and they got in the back. The driver was a young man with a beard and a tired smile. "King George Hotel, Union Square," John instructed. "No problem," said the cabbie. As they started steadily down the hill, John and Suzie put their arms around each other. Soon they were kissing and giggling. "Easy, John," Suzie said when he nibbled her earlobe. "The driver will see." John leaned back and flashed his most wicked grin, startling her a little. "I believe I won our bet," he said. "You did not!" she protested loudly, getting the cabbie's attention for a moment. "You creamed your pants, baby," she whispered. "The bet was that the waitress wouldn't see. She saw everything that happened. Slave." Suzie laughed and blushed. "Don't you want to collect your prize later?" "The prize lasts all night, my love." "Uh oh." "Yup. Now take off my tie." "Oh, jeez." Suzie lifted her trembling fingers to John's neck and tugged his tie loose. She worked the knot out, pulled it out of his collar and handed it to him. John smiled and smoothed the silk fabric with his hands. She leaned back in protest when he lifted the tie towards her eyes. "Honey," he scolded. "You don't want to go back on our bet, do you?" Suzie took a deep breath and let John fasten the tie over her eyes. He tied a square knot in back of her head and left her blindfolded. "John?" she whispered. "Shhh," he breathed into her ear. "Relax. You're just floating along with me." "John, the driver…" "Don't worry about him. He's too busy watching the road." John took his wife's head in his hands and kissed her sweetly. She moaned quietly into his lips as he brought his hands down her chest to rest on her full and lovely breasts. He rubbed his fingers over her nipples until they stiffened. He kissed her neck. He stroked her breasts. He listened to her gentle sigh. John glanced at the driver. The cabbie was regularly stealing glances into the rear-view mirror. John shot him a wink, then slid one strap of her dress off her shoulder, exposing the top of her breast. He ran a finger from her collarbone, down her tit, catching the fabric of the dress and pulling it off her nipple. "No," she protested weakly, but her hands gripped his shoulders. John leaned over and took her nipple between his teeth, tugging it gently. He wrapped his wet lips around the hard bud and kissed it. He gave it a few hard sucks then let his tongue play over it. He flicked the nipple back and forth and around and around. He alternated between steady sucking and merciless licking. She started to moan louder. John took her nipple between his teeth again and grinned at his blindfolded wife. She was gone. Her face was an angelic image of passion. She wasn't a passenger in a cab; she was a vessel for bliss. She was ready for anything he wanted to give her. He put his hand on her knee and gently pulled her legs apart. For a moment, she snapped back to reality, but John silenced her budding protest with a sensuous kiss. He stroked her tongue with his own. He held her head with one hand and rubbed her thigh with the other. John let his hand wander farther up her thigh. He inched it up until he found the thin strap of her panties. He recognized her thong by touch--he had seen it during many past lovemaking sessions. He knew that it was thin, black lace and that only a simple strap held it in place. He slid the tips of his fingers over the lace and felt the familiar pattern. He could feel the soft texture of her pubic hair under the g-string. He pressed his fingers down until he felt the heat of her pussy. His fingertips absorbed her wetness through the fabric. San Francisco Rendezvous Suzie gave a jump as his fingers pushed past her clit. She settled back into the seat when they caressed her labia. John bit and kissed her neck. He ran his fingers back over her thigh until they found the thin strap of her underwear. He hooked a finger into it and pulled it down her legs. She lifted her ass. She felt the crotch pull away from her soaking wet pussy and she gave a moan at the rush of fresh air. John pulled the g-string down to her knees, then down her calves and over her shoes. He tossed the garment into the front seat of the cab, getting a wide-eyed gulp from their driver. John looked out the window. They were back on Market Street and cruising steadily toward his hotel. The cabbie was not driving very fast, but John knew he didn't have much time. He grinned and slid his hand back between her legs. She gasped at the light touch of his fingers against her skin. Her pussy ached for him. His fingers found her wet cunt lips. She moaned as he started a steady massage of her labia. Suzie let her body sway to the rhythms of her husband's fingers and the bouncing of the car. She kissed him hard and felt the approach of a lovely orgasm just as the car swerved hard to the left, throwing her into John's body. "Alright, baby, it's alright," he whispered. "Just let it go, now." "Oh, God!" John's thumb found her erect clit and worked it around in tight circles. Suzie went wild, gasping with every breath, pumping her hips against his hand, and holding his back for support. John glanced out the front window and saw the historic hotel halfway up the hill. They were moments away. "Getting close, girl?" he asked, a wicked tease in his voice. "Yeah. Uhn! I'm close." "Good. Here you go, now. Let it come for me." "Ohh!" "Almost there, Suzie. Feels good, now. Let it feel good. Let it go, baby." "Gonna come!" she shouted. "That's it. Come for me." John slid two fingers deep into her pussy while keeping the same steady rhythm on her clit with his thumb. He felt her vagina tremble, for a moment, then pulse as she went over the edge. Suzie shouted and moaned as her body convulsed. John pumped her pussy through her contractions and listened to the sound over voice. She sounded so beautiful when she came. "Keep coming, Suzie, we're almost there." "Nooooo! Too much!" she moaned, grabbing his jacked tightly. The sensation was too intense, but his fingers were still going. "One more, baby," he encouraged. She gave his fingers another unexpectedly powerful squeeze, then relaxed her grip and slumped back in the seat. "Very good, Suzie. Nice big come, there." Suzie giggled, then gasped as John pulled his fingers from her pussy. He licked her come off one finger, then fed the other into her mouth. She tasted her own sweet juices and it thrilled her. He untied her blindfold and it dawned on her that she the cab had been stopped the entire time that she was coming. She straightened out her dress, tucking her tit back in. She turned to face the grinning driver. She flashed him a sheepish smile while John paid him. "Keep the tip, buddy," he to John. John took the tie and wrapped it around her wrist. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Just putting a leash on my slave." "John!" "Hush." He tied it snuggly around her wrist, then bunched the rest up in his fist. He stepped out of the car and led her out of it by the tie. To passersby, it might appear that they were a simple couple, holding hands. But the doorman at the hotel saw what was going on and gave them an extra-polite smile as he held the door open for them. Suzie, already flushed from her orgasm, was blushing out of control. She thought the entire world could smell her come. John led her to through the ornate foyer of the post-earthquake hotel to the elevator. The King George still ran its original lift, installed in 1918. It was narrow, but deep enough to allow a luggage cart. John pressed the button for the eighth floor. The doors closed and the elevator slowly and noisily rocked upwards. John took Suzie in his arms and kissed her deeply. Their tongues danced together. Their hands caressed each other. The elevator lurched to a halt on the fourth floor. A bellboy in a green and red uniform pushed a cart of luggage into the elevator. John and Suzie stopped kissing long enough to scoot to the back of the lift to give the bellboy room. He nodded at the couple as the door slid closed and the elevator started slowly upwards again. John and Suzie immediately started kissing again. John took Suzie's wrists in his hands and pinned them behind her back. Her eyes opened wide and she caught the bellboy staring at them. John tied the loose end of his necktie around Suzie's free wrist, binding them together behind her back. Suzie watched the bellboy's eyes fix on her bound wrists. The elevator lurched to a stop once again, on the seventh floor. The doors opened, but the bellboy stood still. John broke the kiss and slowly turned his head toward him. He smiled and nodded toward the door. "Right. Um. Thanks for staying at the King George," the bellboy said. Suzie and John giggled as the doors closed. As they rode up to the eighth floor, John unzipped the back of Suzie's dress. He stood behind her and kissed her neck. He kissed the exposed skin down her back. He took her in his arms again and kissed her lips. John led his bound wife down the hall to his room. She stood before the door while he reached around her to unlock it. Instead of stepping through, John pushed the door open then held Suzie by the shoulders. She gasped as his hands slipped the straps of her dress down her arms. Her dress gathered at her waist, only held up by her bound wrists. John fingered her nipples until they stiffened. He kissed her neck. "Shall we go inside?" he whispered. "Yes!" she said urgently. John guided Suzie into the room, then closed and locked the door. The room was small but luxurious. An antique canopy bed took up most of the space. The bathroom had ornate, brass fixtures. 1920's artwork hung on the walls. The window was open, letting the sounds of The City wash over them like beautiful music. John untied Suzie's wrists and she let the dress fall to the floor. She turned around to let John admire her naked body. John's eyes drank in her loveliness, from her generous breasts to her curvy hips and finally to her enticing sex. Her pussy was covered with a light patch of short, brown fur. Her legs were slightly parted and he could see her damp and swollen labia peeking out. "Hold still," he told her. John opened his closet and unzipped his garment bag. He selected three more neckties. He held them up for Suzie's inspection and chuckled when she gasped in anticipation. "Lie down on the bed," he ordered. "I'm going to tie you down and tease you until you beg me to let you come." "Oh no." "Oh yes, baby. No mercy. You're going to be tied down. Unable to move. Trust me: before long, I'm going to hear you beg for your come. Now, lie down and get ready to be fucked." Suzie shuffled her feet. John nodded towards the bed. Suzie slowly turned around and walked to the queen-sized bed. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she lowered herself onto it. She spread her legs and arms, feeling exposed and open and very aroused. John spread the neckties across her stomach. He took them, one at a time, and secured her wrists and ankles to the bed. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips, then stood up and stared at his beautiful, bound wife. Her beauty left him speechless, so he gave her a simple smile then began to slowly undress. He tossed his coat on the chair by the door. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He let it drop to the floor. He slipped out of his shoes. He moved closer to the bed and unbuttoned his pants. He slowly drew the zipper down. He reached inside and ran his hand along his erect member. He turned around and dropped the pants to his ankles. He heard a gasp from his wife as he bent over to pull the pants off and another when he bent over to remove his socks. She loved to stare at his ass, especially when he wore his plaid boxers. Sometimes, he would wear them when he lounged about the house and she would always find an excuse to rub his penis through them. She loved to pull his hard cock out through the fly then suck him. There had been a time when if he had shown her that he was wearing those boxers to work, they would fuck like crazy when he got home. But she wondered if that had happened lately. Had he stopped wearing their special underwear, or had she stopped noticing? Well, she noticed this time. His cock bulged against them and she felt herself getting hotter and hotter. He was going to have nothing but plaid underwear in his drawer when they got home, she promised herself. John flicked open the fly and lifted his cock out. He gave it a pleasant stroke, then climbed over her body and positioned it between her wonderful breasts. He squeezed her tits around his cock and enjoyed the comforting warmth of her body. He rose to his knees and lowered his cock to her lips. "Suck me," he said. She licked her lips, then gave him a wet kiss just under the head. He twitched and grabbed the headboard for support. She giggled and licked the underside of his cock up and down. "Oooh, Jesus. I said suck me, Suzie." "Okay." Suzie licked her lips again, then wrapped them around his head, sliding it into her mouth. She ran her tongue around it and gave it a little suction. "Suzie, you bad girl. You are going to pay for that teasing if you don't get busy and suck my cock." Suzie giggled. She slowly slid her wet lips down the length of his cock until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She applied more suction and ran her tongue back and forth under his cock. She felt him twitch against the back of her throat. "Fuck it, Suzie. Fuck me with your mouth." She groaned around his cock and started a steady rhythm. Up and down her lips glided over his throbbing member. John loved it. The nerves in his cock were going crazy. When things started to feel really good for him, he withdrew from her mouth and let his twitching cock rest between her breasts again. "Yeah, Suzie, you are a wonderful cocksucker." "No come for me?" she whined. "Heh heh heh. You're not really going to beg already, are you?" John slid out of his boxers and sat down at her side. He let his hard, wet cock press against her thigh. He leaned over on an elbow and looked into Suzie's eyes. He gave her a warm smile. "I love you, Suzie." "I love you, John." He reached his hand over and let a finger draw wide circles lightly around her breasts. She squirmed under his touch. He gradually let the finger approach the hard nipple on her far breast. Just as he was about to touch it, he pulled his finger away. He licked his finger until the tip was glistening and wet. He slowly reached over her, letting his finger hover just above the tip of her nipple. He winked at Suzie, then dropped it slowly down until it just touched the sensitive bud. Suzie gasped and lurched toward his hand. He rewarded her by taking the breast in his palm and running his wet finger back and forth over her nipple. She moaned in satisfaction. He teased the bud, squeezing, flicking and stroking it. He leaned over her other breast and took the nipple in his mouth. "Ohhhhh, yes, baby. That's it," she moaned contentedly. John suckled her tit gently as he fingered the opposite nipple. Her body was quivering. He could feel the waves of pleasure radiating from her buds. She was on fire. He leaned up and kissed her lips, letting his hand trail down gently over her stomach. His fingers played softly through her patch while his other hand stroked her cheek. "Do you want me to touch your pussy, love?" he breathed into her ear. "Yessss." "Your bush is so soft. I love playing with it." "Mmm. It's nice." "I can smell you, dear." "I can too. I'm wet." "Oh really?" They shared a brief chuckle. Suzie's laugh turned into a gasp as John nibbled her ear. He continued to run his hand through her soft fur. "What about your labia?" "It's swollen and ready," she moaned. "Tell me about your clit." "Ooooh. My clit is hard. It's throbbing a little." "It sounds like you're almost ready." "I want you to touch me, John." "Want?" he teased, giving her pubic hair a little tug. "Please touch me." "I am touching you, dear." John kissed Suzie behind her ear. "Oh, John. Please touch my pussy. Please." "Mmm. Maybe." Suzie's legs struggled against their bindings. She tried to bring her thighs together but could not. "Please, John. Oh, fuck. Please touch my pussy." "Tell me how you want me to touch you." "Rub my lips. Please. Oh, fuck. Please touch my lips." "Here you go, girl." John slid his hand through her bush and lightly over her outer labia. She moaned loudly. He stroked her lips slowly up and down, feeling her tremble with desire. Her juices dripped onto his fingers. He pressed the wet fingers against her inner lips and let the sound of her moan wash through his heart. "I love you," he told her as he rubbed her lips in quick circles. "Oh, fuck, baby," she babbled. "Getting close, darling?" "Uhn! Ohh!" "Do you want me to touch your clit?" "Fuck! Uhn! Yeah! Clit. My clit." Her voice trembled as she tried to voice her desire. Her clit was throbbing and hard. She wanted him to rub it. "What was that? Something about your clit?" "Ooooh! Please touch my clit!" John smiled and kissed her. He ran his fingers along her clitoris and felt her entire body tense up. She was right on the edge. Another stroke would do it. So, he took his fingers away, broke his kiss and leaned back up on his elbow. She thrashed on the bed for a moment then stared up into his smiling face, panting at him. "Please," she managed to stammer. "Not yet, baby," he chuckled back at her. "You're so beautiful. You look so wonderful right now. I love you so much." "Then fuck me!" He laughed lightly. John slid off the bed. She gave an impatient groan and his cock twitched in response. He went to the drawer and opened it. "Last night, after we talked on the phone, I didn't go to bed right away. There was an adult bookstore across the street from my hotel and it was open late so I went inside. They had all kinds of wild toys and devices. I know we've never really been into toys, but I thought I might see how you felt about this." John pulled an ingeniously evil device from between his socks and underwear. It was a pair of metallic balls about an inch across connected by a plastic wire. The wire extended on to a small control panel with a sliding switch. "I'm going to slide these into your pussy, then I'm going to let them hum inside you." "Oh my God." John removed a bottle of lube from hid dresser and placed a drop on each ball. He rubbed the lube over them until they were good and slick. He wiped the excess off on his cock, enjoying the quick strokes he gave himself. He sat down on the edge of the bed and placed the first ball against her pussy. "They don't go in very deep," he explained. She gasped as he pushed the ball past her lips and into her vagina. He pushed it in until her labia swallowed it up. The second ball followed close behind. He pushed it in until they touched each other, just inside her pussy. He held the control switch in his right hand and placed the fingers of his left over her lips. "Give them a gentle squeeze," he ordered. She tensed her muscles around the balls and delighted in the sensation. He felt her contraction through her fingers. "Good," he coached "Again? Mmm. That was nice, wasn't it? One more time." When he felt her squeeze the balls the third time, he switched the vibrators on to their lowest setting. She screamed and lurched, then lay back panting. "That was a dirty trick, John," she said. "Heh, heh. How about this?" John turned the vibrators up to medium. Suzie moaned and writhed against the bonds. "Oooooh!" John trapped her clit between two fingers and let her hump against his hand. The vibrations poured over her body like waves on the sand. She started to moan regularly and build again towards release. "Feeling good?" he teased her. "Yes! Oh! Oh, yes!" "Do you want to come?" "Oh, yes!" "Hmmm. Maybe later." John gently backed the vibration speed back to slow and then switched it off. He let his wife pant and struggle for a moment. "Tell me what you want, Suzie." "Fuck me," she panted. "You want me to fuck you?" "Please! Please fuck me." "Why should I do that?" "I want your cock. Fuck me with your cock. Fuck me. Make me come." John untied Suzie's feet. He slid a pillow under her ass, lifting her pussy to a perfect fucking height. He gently pulled the dripping wet eggs from her pussy. He opened the drawer on the dresser and removed a lubricated condom. He tore open the wrapper, untied Suzie's near hand and pressed the rubber into her palm. He took out the bottle of lube and let a couple of drops fall on the head of his cock. Suzie fingered the condom until she had it pointing the right way, then deftly slid it over his glans and rolled it down his cock. She stroked him slowly on the way back up. He moaned softly. Just as she was about to start stroking him seriously, he grabbed her wrist and secured it again. "Ready to get fucked?" he asked, positioning himself between her legs. Suzie nodded. John lifted her legs up to his shoulder and let his cock rest against her clit. Her body twitched in anticipation. His cock dragged back and forth over her clit, stroking it. He slid it slowly along the length of her button. Suzie gasped. He pushed his cock down until the head of it rested between her lips. She bucked her hips, trying to pull him in, but he backed away. "Please fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me till I come, please. I'm begging for your cock." "Here you go, sweetheart." John slid his member slowly into her pussy. He watched her face blush and glow with pleasure. She moaned loudly. He blew her a kiss, then started to slowly fuck her. She grabbed the headboard where her hands were tied. She grunted with every stroke. His cock stroked all of her favorite parts and the pleasure was unreal. She squeezed her legs together, tightening her pussy's grip on his cock. She groaned and let the steady fucking carry her away. She was only pleasure. Her pussy consumed her. "That's it, baby," John encouraged. "I'm gonna make you come this time." "Ooooooh!" "No more games, now, baby. You begged me to make you come and I'm going to make you come." "Yes! Oh Yes!" Suzie's eyes rolled back in her head. She was coming before she even realized she was close. Her pussy pulsed around his cock, trying to grip the sliding member. The spasms ripped through her body. She jerked her arms at her bounds and screamed loud enough for Fishermen's Warf to hear. As she came back down, she felt her juices flow out over his cock like a river. Reality began to intrude again as the aroma of her orgasm filled the room. She began to speak but was startled as John slid his cock out of her and buried his face in her pussy. He sucked and licked her hard. She gasped at the intensity of the stimulation. John put a thumb against the hood of her clit and applied gentle pressure to the throbbing bud. Suzie was climbing towards another orgasm. She rarely came twice in a single session and was a little afraid of the situation. The closer she got, the more she struggled to free her wrists and push him away. She wrapped her legs around his back. She screamed when he sucked her clit into his mouth. He fucked her drenched pussy with three fingers and licked up her dripping love. San Francisco Rendezvous She exploded in orgasm, her pussy clenching against his fingers, her hips shoving her clit against his talented tongue. He sucked her, fucked her and licked her through her come. When she came down, he suddenly grabbed the pillow under her ass and tossed it across the room. He threw himself over her and kissed her hard on the lips. She tasted herself all over him. Her scent was everywhere. He surprised her by untying her hands, then drove his cock into her pussy. She grabbed his shoulders for support and cried out with pleasure. "Oh yes!" He fucked her hard and fast, making her yelp with every stroke. She writhed in bliss. He rolled over and pulled her on top of him. She sat up and impaled herself on his pole, grinding her clit against his pubic hair. "Fuck me, Suzie," he said. "I'm going to come for you." "Yeah," she managed to get out. She felt so good. The cock was filling her perfectly and she fucked him hard. Her clit was singing with pleasure. She was ready to come again. John could not hold back any longer. He was grunting with every ragged breath. He tensed his cock up, loving the sensation of her vagina sliding past his swollen glans. "I need you to come, baby," he told her. He lifted a hand to her cheek and she bent over him for a gasping, shaking kiss. She started to quiver as her come began. "Oh, oh, oh, God!" she screamed. Just as she approached the edge, John grabbed the egg, switched it on high, and pushed it against her clit. "Fuck!" she screamed. Suzie ground her pussy down hard against the egg. She held herself against it and came. Her arms gave out and she flopped down on his chest, her entire body pulsing with contractions. The vibrations were unrelenting and her pussy couldn't stop coming. She screamed and screamed and screamed. He held her tight with one hand and kept the egg against her clit with the other. He felt the vibrations through his cock as well. Suzie's climaxing muscles gripped and released his cock tightly. He began to buck his hips against her coming cunt and let his own orgasm flow. "Uhhhn!" he grunted. "Suzie! Coming for you!" His come pulsed out of his cock from deep in his gut. His toes curled tightly and his balls throbbed. His arms twitched as every muscle in his body worked to squeeze every last ounce of pleasure from the orgasm. He pulled the egg away and tossed it, still buzzing, on the floor. She rolled her sweating body off of his cock and collapsed on the bed. He rolled over her, draping a leg between her legs. He kissed her and ran his hands over her body. "You are fantastic," he said. "Damn, baby." "Oh, God. How did you learn all of that in one week?" "Just missing you, Suzie. I can't believe it's been so long since we've fucked our brains out like that!" "Fuck yeah! Whoa man. Whew!" "You know what, though?" he said. "What's that." "I don't know how I'm going to survive three more days without you." Tears welled up in Suzie's eyes. She caressed his cheek. "You'll make it sweetie. And just think how hot you'll be for me when you get home." "Suzie, I don't ever want a day to go by without you. I want to think of you all the time. I'm going to tell you and show you how much I love you every day of my life." "Me too, John." They sighed and laughed and kissed. They told each other they loved one another over and over again. Before long, they were making love once more. This time, it was slow and sensuous. They looked into each other's eyes and slid over the edge into bliss. They fell asleep in each other's arms, under the covers, with the window open to The City by the Bay.