2 comments/ 15752 views/ 2 favorites Stress Release By: Naphanda The fingers of her right hand softly drummed the oak desk as Erin starred intently at the blank piece of paper before her. She had been sitting in front of the workspace for nearly an hour now and still the paper hadn't the slightest hint of ink upon it. Erin was a fourth year university student majoring in psychology. The semester had started only a couple months ago, but she was already frantic about her thesis due end of term. She sighed heavily, as if suddenly realizing the paper was not about to write itself, she took herself from the desk and sat comfortably in her bean bag chair with her cordless phone in hand. Without looking, she mindlessly dialed the numbers she'd dialed so many times. The phone rang once and a familiar voice came. "Still having trouble with your thesis Erin?" Ashley asked sympathetically. "Pretty sad, isn't it?" Erin asked. "Don't even have to ask who it is and you know it's me calling." Ashley chuckled, "I don't know anyone else who'd call me at 12:30 in the morning." "It's not..." Erin panicked, looking at her clock. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize how late it was!" "Oh shut it," Ashley laughed again, "You've got a lot on your mind lately, and I'm your best friend. Wake me if you need to, I'm here for ya. Besides, I couldn't sleep anyways so I've been watching TV the last few hours. I was awake." Erin relaxed, "Thanks Ashley, I just can't seem to get my mind off of him." "Who? Billy or your Grandfather?" Ashley asked. "I'm over Billy... well, still hurts, but my Grandfather moreso. We were really close, ya know? He taught me how to play Backgammon when I was a little girl and we played every weekend together." Erin sniffled, "First weekend in almost 15 years that we haven't played." "Erin hunny, he was in pain, and now the pain is gone. Take comfort in that fact." Ashley reassured. Erin began to cry on the phone uncontrollably. Between losing her Grandfather, her exe-boyfriend leaving her for her cousin and this paper she just could not seem to start, the world was weighing heavily on her shoulders. "Erin, I have an idea to help take your mind off of everything." She stifled another sniff and relaxed a bit, "Anything Ashley, anything to help me get my mind off of things, even if for just a few minutes. I can't even sleep as of late." "Get dressed up, comfortable, but nice. Dress like you're going for a night out with the girls. I'll send a text to your cell, just go from there. Promise it will help ya." Ashley said mysteriously. Erin did not even bother to argue, just said her 'okays' and 'goodbyes' and hung up. She walked to her closet and rummaged through her clothes, trying to find something comfortable and relatively fancy. There was little thought put into it, not knowing the occasion, so she grabbed her soft yellow silk blouse and navy blue knee high skirt. Erin had an odd fascination with matching her panties with her shirt, so she slid on a pair of yellow underwear. Erin had long, smooth legs, and Ashley was always jealous of them because she could easily get away without panty hose, not a single blemish on them. She tied back her think brunette hair into a quick ponytail and applied her make up and she was ready to go. She took another quick look in the mirror, adjusted her C cups one last time and headed outside with her cell. She glanced at the text message; there was no information, just an address. She knew the street well though; 10 minute walk and the streets were always well lit outside her campus. Her mother would freak if she knew what time she was outside, walking by herself, but this town had always been a great place to live since she first started school here. It wasn't like the big cities where people were picked up off the streets on a daily basis, never to be found. Erin tried desperately not to think of Billy, her Grandfather or her paper. She had done a great job covering up the fact that she had been crying and did not wish to spoil that. She focused on the soft, cool breeze brushing past her ears, unhindered with her hair tied back. The fresh, clean air was almost intoxicating. It amazed her how such wonder had always gone unnoticed, yet anything that could make her think of something other than her problems was intoxicating. That thought took her back to her psychology classes, wondering what the various professors would say about her using anything to take her mind off her problems. Was she running from her problems, or finding a way to cope? So many different theories and one almost always contradicted another. Erin shook her head free of those thoughts, which would have undoubtedly lead her back to her depression of being unable to come up with a thesis to write about. Everything was brought back into focus when she arrived at the address Ashley had sent her. It was a small, red bricked house with an oak door that reminded her of the colour of her desk. The lights were on, but not very bright. She could not remember walking to the door, she was focused on the wood and just seemed to end up there. Erin chalked it up to a couple days without sleep. She knocked softly, afraid really, not sure why she was here. At first Erin thought to herself that she probably had not knocked hard enough for anyone to hear. She raised her hand again and before she could knock, the door opened. He was tall, jet black hair with a smile that seemed to cut the uneasiness right from her. Erin smiled back, looking him up and down carefully, trying not to be caught. He wore a light blue golf shirt and black pants that were pressed down the legs like dress wear. He extended his hand non-threateningly to invite her in. Erin regained herself and stumbled to ask, "Is Ashley here?" He said not a word, just shook his head and smiled, reaching his hand out yet again, offering for her to take it. Mystery plagued her, but before she could protest, she had found her body had betrayed her mind and she was walking inside with the stranger, her eyes locked with his. He took her to the left of the front door to the living room. Erin's eyes broke from his as she looked at her surroundings. The walls were painted soft beige, the carpet a medium blue and all the wooden furniture a deep cherry. The upholstered furniture matched the colour of the cherrywood. In front of the couch, three candles were lit that seemed to be emitting the lavender scent she noticed upon entering the man's house. Beside the candles was a bowl of strawberries and blueberries. Erin began to ask his name and was silenced by the soft gentile touch of a finger over her lips. She looked at him again and seemed to melt with his smile. Still holding her hand, he walked her over to sit in the center of the couch facing the coffee table with the candles. Before walking away from her, he lifted her hand to his lips, and without breaking the eye contact, kissed her knuckles lovingly. Erin was nervous, still unsure what all this was about, yet he continued to move behind the couch, behind her. Erin's eyes followed him there, but when he stopped behind her, he softly his palms on her side of her head and gently turned her to face away from him. His hands moved down her cheeks, the silkiness of his skin surprised her. No callused fingers, just soft, gently hands that ran down over her neck and rested softly on her shoulders. His hands began to knead at her shoulders, massaging her gently and Erin's head began to grow very light. Her eyes closed as he worked his magic. Even through closed eyelids, Erin's eyes rolled up into her head as she began to rock her neck from side to side. What a gift this man had! She rested her head on the back of the couch as he softly worked to loosen her muscles. His hands stopped massaging and rested on her shoulders, and slowly they moved inwards to her exposed neck. She felt the soft skin of his fingertips run from her throat up her neck towards her cheek and then rested on her temples. Slowly he massaged and she was fully lost in the moment. For the first, the man spoke. Nothing more than a whisper, he said next to her ear, "Can you trust me?" Of course she couldn't, she had no idea who he was, and she had just met him mere moments ago. Betrayed again, her head simply nodded yes. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the cheek and Erin felt herself wanting to turn more into the kiss, but left things as they were. "Keep your eyes closed" he whispered seductively again. Velvet cloth laid over her eyes as the man carefully tied the blindfold behind her head. A wave of warmth rushed over the surface of the side her of neck as he leaned in slowly. Erin tilted her head away to give him more access and butterflies went from her stomach throughout her body as he kissed at her neck. Again Erin found herself light headed by his touch, but she did not care. She felt safe that at any point she could remove the blindfold, stand up and walk away. His lips trailed up her neck toward the back of her ear as she felt one of his hands rest upon her shoulder again, and move downwards to her breast. He cupped her gently through the silk blouse and began to softly rub. Erin started to bite her lower lip as she felt her nipples hardening from his touch. His kisses continued as his hand explored her breast and she let out a small whimper. Somehow Erin's guards were completely down, she'd never done anything like this before. She was experienced enough in the ways of pleasure, but she had never allowed herself to be fondled by someone she was not very close to, let along just met. Despite her morals wanting to scream out in protest, her body yet again won the argument and she was silenced. His hand left her right breast to move to the other, rubbing softly as his kisses made their way up her cheek and stopped close to her lips. Erin wanted it, and badly. As he was about to kiss her, she lifted her head a little with her lips ready to find nothing but air. Her face scrunched up into a pout and she whimpered again. So badly did she want the kiss and was denied. Her face relaxed with the realization that he too, may be having a difficult time with this after just meeting her. Bolts of electricity shot from Erin's lips down her spine as the lips she badly wanted to taste had unexpectedly pressed themselves against hers. He kissed her deep and passionately and she returned as much as she could. The shock did nothing to help her light headedness and her nipples felt as if they were going to explode. They kissed for a long while, and reluctantly, he pulled his lips away. Erin whimpered for more again, but was at least satisfied she'd had her taste. He took his hand from her breast and moved around front of her. The sweet smell of strawberry dangled in front of her nose, she opened her mouth as he put the berry inside. She bit down and the flavour exploded within her mouth as she felt both breasts being massaged and kneaded again. He put a few more berries to her lips which she ate as he traced his hands all over Erin. Each time he passed over her chest, he stealthily undid a button. She felt the soft palms of his hands then rest on her belly and dragged slowly over to the side, opening her shirt and revealing her bra. Her head came forward and was about to voice her protest but was met with those soft, tender lips again. Her hands moved to his arms and rested softly, but he guided her to place them back down while they kissed. Erin swooned when his tongue parted her lips. She returned the same with her tongue, and once again his hands were at her breasts. Erin had been feeling the longing feeling between her legs and everything this man did simply made her want more. Erin had never felt this horny in her life and could have been happy with just ripping each other's clothes off and riding him all night. Her whimpers turned into more audible moans as his hands slipped under her bra to expose her breasts completely. His hands moved behind her and she sat forward slightly to give him access when the familiar sound of a click had her bra falling in front of her and the straps down her arms. He tossed the bra to the side and begin kissing the side of her neck again. His kisses trailed downwards towards her breasts. He kissed circles around one nipple until finally centering in and took it into his mouth. Erin's back arched forward to his mouth as she softly sucked and tongued her nipple. Erin was desperate to have her aching pussy satisfied and her hand began to move towards her groin. She was stopped again by his free hand and she pouted again. She whispered to him, and begged, "Please?" She felt his hand rest upon her knee while he sucked softly at her nipple. The hand trailed up her thigh, up the skirt and her legs parted to give him more access. She moaned an "Mmmhmmm" to tell him to keep going. Up her inner thigh, his hand moved closer and closer to her sex, only to stop right at her panty line. "Please?" she begged again. "Touch me." Still whispering. He lifted his hand away and stopped sucking her nipple. She thought she might cry under the blindfold until she felt a hand touch each knee as he knelt in front of her. His hands moved up the outsides of her legs, up her skirt and took hold of her panties. She lifted her bottom up and let him slide her panties off while leaving the skirt in place. His hands reached behind to grab her buttocks and seated her right on the edge of the couch. She felt the familiar lips touch the inside of her left leg, kissing softly, he moved his way up. Erin spread her legs more and reached to life her skirt up. This wasn't Erin's first time being sexual by any means, but no one had ever gone down on her because she wouldn't let them. She thought it was gross to put your face there, so never let her boyfriends do it. She thought to protest this time, yet everything the man did felt so good, and felt like such a tease. She was afraid if she stopped him from doing this, he might stop everything all together. Her pussy desperately needed some attention now, and since she'd ignored everything her mind told her from the time she walked in, why should she start listening to it now? Closer and closer his mouth got to her sex, climbing up her inner thigh with kisses until she felt the warm breath near her very wet pussy. She felt his fingers spread her lips apart and his mouth closed over her clit softly, kissing once and pulling away. A wave pleasure flowed up her body like she'd never felt before and she moaned. He kissed again she jerked a bit, unable to control her body's reaction. His mouth opened again and the hot air from his breath had her wanting more. He licked his lips and closed them around her clit, and began to gently suck her clit into his mouth. Erin gasped for air from the shock of what she was feeling. Her hands went to her lap and rested on his head, just the cloth of her skirt between them. His tongue made short little dashes across her clit in his mouth and she pressed his head into her deeper. The room spun in every direction, her head flipped from side to side and she wondered how much the blindfold might be doing to her. Not being able to see might have heightened her sense of touch. Or maybe it was purely psychological; not knowing what was to come next grew to be extremely exciting. His tongue continued to rub at her clit and Erin began panting, whimpering with each breath, wanting more and more. She knew her orgasm was building very fast; all that pent up frustration was rushing to close faster than she knew was possible. His tongue slowed down a little and Erin wasn't sure what to think. It didn't take long to realize she was still building up, just not as fast and she savored the thought of this feeling lasting longer and longer. All thoughts she had of oral sex being performed on her had gone right out the window and she even considered that this might be better than sex. She built up, higher and higher and his tongue began to move faster. "Oh... OH' Erin started, feeling her orgasm right on edge. She pressed his head deep and closed her legs as she felt her orgasm shoot through her entire body. She wasn't sure how long it had lasted, or if she'd fallen to the side on the couch. She was dizzy and light headed and she felt so amazingly good. Her breaths were short and quick, her heart raced until she realized she had a firm hold of the man's head between her legs. She felt embarrassed and said "Sorry." "Nothing to be sorry about." He said reassuringly. His hand slipped back up her legs and he slipped a finger inside her pussy with ease, she was extremely wet now. Erin resisted at first, thinking that her orgasm had been so powerful she couldn't handle another. His finger found a spot deep within her that had her back to her horny state in no time. She was panting again as he probed her g-spot. She reached up and removed the blindfold. The man tried to stop her but she slapped his hands and tossed the cloth to the side. With him still kneeling on the carpet in front of her, it was pretty easy for her to push him over onto his back. She got off the couch and straddled him. He still had his finger inside her working her button in a way that made it hard for her to maintain her composure, but there would be no more teasing. She reached down and undid his belt while he grinned evilly. He knew he was making it difficult for her to concentrate on what she was doing; she kept losing her balance on her knees as she swooned with pleasure. Still, she worked his belt apart and undid his zipper and pulled his hardened cock from his pants. He was of average length, but really thick. She turned around on him, straddling over his chest to still let him have access to her pussy. Gripping him firmly, she bent over and took the end of his cock into her mouth. She heard him gasp from the pleasure and continued to bob up and down over his head. Her hand held firm to the base of his cock. This being her first time going down on a guy, she was surprised by the taste. Slightly off at first, then it tasted good. She bobbed faster and faster, finding she was really enjoying herself. She had to hand it to him though, despite all her efforts, he had great restraint and held himself from cumming quite well. It got harder for her to continue; he kept fingering her really well and even curved his thumb under to rub her clit at the same time. She stopped for a min and just held his cock, her head resting to the side while he fingered her. She started moaning again. Erin forgot she was pleasuring the man while her own selfish pleasures let her do nothing but rest. She was getting close again, he fingered her in and out and she started to bite her lip again. "Stop." She begged weakly, but he did not oblige. "Please stop, I'd rather your cock make me orgasm." Still he didn't stop, but he did slow, keeping her on edge. Erin knew he would stop if she would just get up and reposition herself, but it felt so good. She nudged herself away a little, yet he continued to finger her and she moaned louder again. It took all her will power to move away from his reach so she could ride him instead. When she looked back at him, the coy look on his face told her he was getting off on making her suffer, making her choose for him to stop instead of him just stopping. She reached between her legs to feel herself, completely sopping wet. She slipped the skirt down her legs and was now completely naked in front of him. He reached down to his hips while lying down and slid his pants and boxers off. Erin climbed on top of him and lined his cock up with her pussy. Without pushing him inside of her, she bobbed slowly back and forth, rubbing the tip of his cock with her dripping wet sex. She was getting back at him for the teases, as this was clearly making him want more. He could feel the heat emanating from her hot, wet sex and grew harder and harder as the head of his cock rubbed her soft opening. His hips lifted to try and push himself inside, but Erin had expected it and lifted herself at the same time to deny him access. Stress Release "I guess I deserved that" he said shamefully. Erin nodded her head with an obvious YES in her eyes. She watched the pained expression on his face that he had watched on hers the whole time. He was wanting inside of her but felt the need to continue to let Erin stay in control now. He had his turn to toy, and now he was paying the price. Erin reached behind her back while she bobbed back and forth over his cock. She reached down and rubbed his balls with her fingertips, massaging them while keeping her eyes locked with his. His eyebrows narrowed as his face scrunched up and he moaned. Erin suddenly gave in and she felt his shaft sliding into her, filling her. She brought herself halfway on to him before bobbing back up. He felt so thick she didn't want to rush and hurt herself. Each time she moved down on him, she moved a little more, seeing how much she could take. To her surprise, it wasn't long before he was all the way inside her, spreading her like she had never felt before. Erin's head went back as she rode the man who'd tortured her, but all was forgiven on both ends now as she rode him nice and steady. She was building quickly after all the teasing, and judging by his cock thickening, she knew he was getting there too. Her eyes locked with his and lust was written over each other's face. Her hips moved up and down in a circle motion. She watched him close, reading the expression on his face to see how close he was to cumming. He started to bite his lower lip and she gave him a look to ask if he was about to cum. He nodded his head and began to breath heavy. The man expected her to get off at the last minute and let him cum over himself, and as he was about to explode, he nearly shouted that she should get off. Erin's finger went to his lip to silence him and she rode him harder and faster. Her eyes closed, wishing she had the blindfold on again to see if her senses really were enhanced. He let out a big moan as his cocked swelled in width inside of her. Erin's pussy tightened as her orgasm neared and she felt the wave of hot cum fill her insides. She spasmed a moment and her orgasm came a second time. She stayed on top of him, panting heavily and letting the feeling die down slowly. His cock throbbed still and Erin slowly opened her eyes. She rolled off of him and rested for a few moments, then got up and began to put her clothes on. He didn't protest, he just laid there as he watched the beautiful woman pull herself together and slip her shoes on at the end. Erin bent over to meet the man still laying on the ground and said, "Thank you, I needed that." She kissed him softly, and without bothering to ask his name, she let herself out and walked home. All her senses were alert the whole walk home, the sound of the crickets, the smell of the sweet air, and the last thing going through her mind was her psychology paper. She smiled from ear to ear, knowing exactly what she was going to write. She pulled out her cell phone and sent Ashley a text message, "I think I will sleep well tonight. Thanks for your support." Upon entering her apartment, she undressed herself and flopped into her bed. She wondered on one hand what it would be like to love a man like the one she just met, everything he did seemed so gentile, so perfect, even when he was teasing. Yet on the other hand, not knowing his name, his personality, his character flaws made her realize that she just met someone she could never find fault with. Everyone has flaws, some more apparent than others. But this man will always remain perfect in Erin's eyes, and so will that experience. Stress Release I was walking into the bedroom with a towel over my head drying my hair when I heard the front door close. Looking over at the clock on the nightstand seeing that it read 2:30 p.m. I wonder what had happened at work that would make you come home early. I know that you had court today, so I figured whatever had happened it could not have been good. Knowing that when you have a bad day at work you need help releasing all that pent up stress. And I knew just the thing to help with that. I quickly finished drying off, and put on a pair of panties and a t-shirt. I went over to the nightstand and got the bottle of lube out of the draw and headed downstairs to find you. I found you sitting in the middle of the couch in the living room. Your head is laid back on the couch and your eyes closed so I don't know if you know that I am standing there watching you. I slowly walk into the living room over to where you are sitting. I put the bottle of lube on the coffee table so that it is within reach of the couch. I slowly straddle you lap putting a knee on either side of you legs and lean forward and kiss you on the lips. You part you lips and slowly run your tongue over my lips till I part them. You push you tongue into my mouth to deepen the kiss. Your hands come up and run through my still damp hair holding me in place as you kiss me. Pushing my head back to end the kiss you slowly look me over and see that I am just wearing just a t-shirt and panties and have just gotten out of the shower. You reach down and pull my t-shirt over my head tossing it on the floor over the back of the couch. Your hands then slowly roam over my chest. You cup both of my breast in your hands, and bring you lips down to suck my nipples into your mouth and then bit down causing me to cry out in pleasure. I can feel my panties getting damp as you suckle and nibble first one nipple then turn the attention of you hot mouth to the other nipple to give it the same rough treatment. Running your hands down my side to my hips you start to rise me from my position on your lap. When I am standing you push my panties off my hips so that they pool at my feet. From your spot on the couch I know that you can see the wet lips of my pussy and my engorged clit sticking out just begging for attention. And knowing that you can see how much I desire you make my juices run even faster from my throbbing core. You push me back a few more steps and I bump into the coffee table knocking over the bottle of lube that I had placed there earlier. Hearing something tip over and fall on the coffee table you knew was empty you tilt your head to the side to see what it was. As you spy the bottle laying on its side on the coffee table a smile spread across your lips cause you know that the only reason for the lube being there is because I want you to fuck me in the ass. You stand up and have me kneel with my knees on the couch and my hands gripping the back of it. I can hear you unzipping you pants, freeing your cock, and the sound of your pants as they hit the floor at your feet. I hear the top on the lube pop open and can feel the lube you squeezed onto my ass as it runs down my ass between my checks. Slowly you push one of your fingers into my ass getting it lubed up well. You work your finger in and out slowly adding a second finger then a third to stretch me out a little before you put your cock in my ass. You take you fingers out. Spreading my ass and put you cock right at the opening of my ass and slowly push the head of your cock into me. Stopping with just the head of your cock in my ass for a few seconds to let me adjust to the feeling of it. You then slowly start to push the rest of your huge cock into my ass. I moan in pleasure as you push each glorious inch of your cock into me until you have all of your cock in my ass. Slowly you then start working you cock out and back in building up your pace until you are slamming your cock into me as hard and as fast as you can. Your hands on my hips start to grip me tighter and I know that you are getting closer to cumming. I reach my hand down and start playing with my clit knowing that if I can cum that it will send you over the edge too. With just a few swipes of my finger on my clit I cry out as my body start to cum. My ass grips your cock tighter and after just two more pumps into me you start to cum too, shooting your hot thick cum into my ass. After you have finished cumming you pull your cock from my ass and sit down on the couch pulling me onto your lap. "Thank you baby that was just the stress release I need after a day like I had today," you say and then you kiss me. Stress Release James opened his eyes and exhaled loudly, cords on his neck bulged against the strain. "...eight...mmpf...niiiine...ten!" The metal stack of weights in the machine clanged back into place. Three days of long hours had kept him out of the hotel fitness room and it had taken a full 90 minutes to expel the tension from his body by force. Initially the stationary bike succeeded in fracturing the surface of his frustration from the Vrabek project like an egg shell being hammered against a mixing bowl. Fissures had spidered out along the surface of the stress but not given way until he was able to use his pent up aggression as a motivator for pushing more weight than normal. He'd been in Europe for 16 days already, bouncing around on day trips from his base in Amsterdam to Brussels, Metz, and Rotterdam -- surviving an endless parade of meetings during normal working hours as well as conference calls back to HQ at night. Dinners of mini-bar cashews and extra coffee in the mornings had only added to the fatigue. The jet lag had never really gone away. It had simply blended seamlessly into the sleep deprivation demanded by his job of late. Sweat rolled off James's forehead and caught in the lashes of his left eye. He reached for the damp towel on the floor and wiped his whole head. He took the opportunity to surreptitiously look in the mirror at the only other person in the room with him, a woman whose body had made his decision to come work out more worthwhile than the exercise. She was stood no taller than his shoulder, but her small frame made it obvious that she worked out frequently. No one would ever confuse James for a real athlete, but he was in reasonable enough shape. She, on the other hand, had genuine athletic grace. Toward the beginning of his stay at this hotel, he'd seen her running on the treadmill and had difficulty not staring then too. At one point, he'd helped her pick up the stack of cups she'd up-ended next to the water purifier and had subsequently been able to exchange a quick greeting in the restaurant at breakfast each of the past few days. Today she had her hair up in a thick pony tail and had removed her workout jacket so she could comfortably do some yoga. James had tried not to oogle too much, but her languid movements seemed designed to tantalize him. Arms stretched far above her, head tilted back, breasts rounded tightly against the expandable fabric of her workout bra. Then she would drop into a different position with her hands flat on the ground, her backside raised with a flattened back. The fine curve of her calves led his eyes upward. It was difficult to work out and pretend not to notice. And all the more embarrassing to him that she kept catching him at it; he was a terrible voyeur. The past months of work had also been weeks of no real connection with others than people at the office. Hell -- it had been months since Pam had called it quits on their relationship. So aside from the quasi-isolation enforced by his job, it felt like ages since he'd had any sort of physical contact with anyone. This woman would have been captivating normally, but in his current state of mind she was simply magnetic. The fact that he'd been lucky enough to have the timing of their workouts coincide was worth every moment just to have the mental image of her stretched-out form. He took a long pull on his water bottle and tossed the towel into the wicker basket against the wall. James gathered his room key and discarded workout pullover before pullout out his left earplug. When he passed behind her he said, "Have a good workout." She gave a slightly muffled thanks from the pose she was holding which had her head tucked close to the floor mat. He figured that was about the full capability of his flirting skills. James looked at the clock and realized that, for once, he was going to have time to use the sauna that he'd read about in the information packet in his room. He had a few hours before the budget call with those infernal bean counters back in San Jose. He pushed the swinging door into the men's locker room and selected one of the ridiculously green lockers. Whoever had designed the room had apparently not gotten the memo about the 70's being over. He stripped down and layered his stuff in the locker before closing it and grabbing one of the towels next to the door marked, "SPA." He automatically wrapped the towel around his mid-section and smirked at how small it was. He couldn't even get the thing around his waist enough to cinch it. "Hell with it." he said, and simply threw it up over his shoulder. There was another water dispenser in the tiled shower area, so he grabbed a pair of cups and filled them up to take in the sauna with him. Figuring that he would be sweaty enough in a moment, he ignored the "Please Shower Before Using The Facilities," sign and headed straight for the heat. Perfect. There was no other way to describe how he felt once he'd settled himself on the left side of the L-shaped upper bench. His towel, for all that it was worth, was laid out on the bench under the main part of his body and his head was comfortably resting on a low wooden support designed for just that purpose. He closed his eyes and heaved a long sigh. James's calm lasted only a moment. He heard a door open somewhere in the area outside the sauna and then then the steady hum of a shower kicked-in. The unmistakable percussive splats of water sluicing of someone in a shower made it clear that he wasn't the only one using the spa. There were only two people in the gym, and he knew he'd gone into the men's lockers -- he remembered seeing the sign plainly enough. "Oh, shit." It must be a common spa area. Wouldn't there have been a sign letting him know that? "Double shit." He was totally nude. Maybe she would just shower and go. He was so distracted by the surprise of hearing her that it didn't occur to him how much he'd like to share the shower with her. He was half-raised on his elbow, frozen with indecision about getting off the towel, when the shower abruptly turned off. In the wooden box where he was situated, sounds from the room were dull and he missed the slight footfall of her bare feet. Without warning, he saw her face framed in the little window at the door. James had a strange moment of clarity, almost as if he were in the second just before a car accident. He had time to see the barest hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth, time to notice the slight accumulation of condensation on the window and he had time to decide that he was too burnt out to give a damn so he committed to staying just as he was. He didn't move to cover himself. She pushed open the door and quickly stepped through to keep the heat in. "Mind if I join you?" "Not at all." He was pleased that his voice didn't betray the panic washing through him. She had her towel wrapped around her middle, but was having the same problem he'd had trying to get one around his waist. She was pinching the towel together with her left hand so that her right had been free to pull on the door. The bottom of the towel just barely hid the junction of her legs from his view, and he could see skin all the way up her left hip to where the towel came together. James tried to play it cool. He lay back and looked at the ceiling praying that she didn't change her mind about joining him in the sauna. She didn't move at first and with his eyes averted he missed the fact that she had taken the liberty of enjoying the view of his body in the soft light of the room. She elected to sit on the top shelf as well. When she had stepped up he'd heard her give a small "tsk" sound and apparently come to her own decision. She pulled the towel from around herself and laid it out on the bench as he'd done. When he caught the movement of the towel out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help himself and looked. He drank in the lines of her. Athletic legs were crowned with an ass that he'd have written poetry about it he could have. The hint of her sex could be seen as she bent to place her towel and he could see the underside of breasts briefly. His groin gave a twitch and he looked away. That would be embarrassing. The woman had decided on sitting upright. She gave a sigh of contentment in the heat. "Okay. This is the right way to end another long day. Hell, another long week." James gave a quick grin and said, "I couldn't agree more. How long have you been over here?" He was still studying the knots and grain of the wood above him and doing his level best to be nonchalant about their respective nudity. "I got in about a week and a half ago. I'm not usually gone for so long, but we had a Partner's strategy meeting and I stayed to take care of a few things since I was already here. At least, it sounded like a good idea when I was scheduling the trip. Now I just want to get out of here." He said, "Yeah, I know what you mean. So much for tourism. The worst part is that when I'm on the road, there isn't much to do but work, so I end up pulling stupid hours and never really catch up on sleep. Where's home for you?" "Baltimore. And you?" "Really. That's funny -- I'm not all that far from you. I live in Virginia, just outside of D.C. -- small world. I should have guessed you were from Baltimore the way you handled those cups the other day. It was like watching the Orioles' fielding." She gave a sharp laugh. "Hey, now. Be nice. It wasn't a good summer for them. I went to a few games with some friends and I have to admit they were pretty bad." She lifted her arms and pulled her hair to one side. "By the way, I'm Ellen." There was no way for him not to look when he introduced himself. She was only five or six feet away, and breathtaking. Her hair was played out across her collarbones. Water rivulets had run down the outside of her breasts leaving small tracks of water behind. Her body was slender and her breasts matched her figure perfectly. He took in the smooth skin of her stomach and the top of the pubic triangle. He desperately struggled to meet her eyes. "James -- ah, James Morris. What kind of work do you do?" She was so comfortable in her nudity that he relaxed about the whole situation. She'd closed her eyes and he took the opportunity to look more closely. Her nipples were softening in the heat, not puffy, but clearly affected by the temperature in the room. They were a rosy brown in the yellowed, diffuse light of the sauna. Her breathing was slow and regular. She was delightful to look at. Ellen said, "I'm a management consultant with PWC. I mostly work on change management or process optimization stuff. I've done M&A work, but frankly it's too damn stressful and I got tired of it. Some folks just love the rush of doing a 'deal' but I ended up just feeling like it was so combative that it wasn't worth it for me." James said, "I can see that. My brother works at Brown & Wood in New York and absolutely loves it, but man -- I don't think I'd make it. You've got to be wired a certain way to do that." She gave a nod. "Yeah. What brings you over to Europe?" James had reluctantly dropped his head back again and closed his eyes as well. "I run the engineering group for an energy contractor out of California. They got started in oil and branched out to power plant construction which is my thing. We've got a new station coming online in North-Eastern France, but our European HQ is here so I've been bouncing around trying to keep the doors to the crazy house locked. This has been one of those weeks that you'd like to trade in for...ah...I don't know. For anything -- hell I'd take a quick kick to the head instead of the past few days. It'd feel better." "Yeah -- I know what those weeks are like. Damn...it's hot in here." James pushed himself up into a seated position. Sweat ran freely off him, he could feel it crawling down his back in steady streams due to the change in position. "Better than a cold sauna." She smiled. "True...too true. I'm afraid I can't stay in here much more -- I'm reaching my limit." James wanted more than anything to get out with her, but felt it would be all the more awkward if he stood in the cramped space at the same time. "I'll give it just a moment more." When Ellen stood up, she had to stoop in the low room, and once again James thoroughly enjoyed the movement of her torso, the subtle shifting of skin over her ribs and the gathering of her breasts as she leaned forward. When she stepped down, he briefly saw that her pubic hair was trimmed neatly. He'd seen the silhouette of gentle folds of her pussy against the lighter wood behind her. Once the door closed behind her, he gave a low whistle and just said, "Damn." He reached down and grabbed the two plastic cups of water on the lower bench. The first one he drank down in four gulps, the other he poured over his head. James waited another few minutes before stepping off the bench and turning to get his towel. It was soaked from the water and his sweat -- so he just held it in his hand rather than even attempt to cover up. The air of the common area outside of the sauna felt cool even though he knew the space was significantly warmer than the workout facility. There were oversized lounge chairs with outdoor fabric on them distributed around the room and he could see Ellen's feet at the end of one of the chairs which was mostly hidden from his view. He poked his head around the wall to say a quick goodbye, but when he saw her stretched out, completely uncovered, he dismissed the idea of leaving. There was nothing he could possibly think of that was more important than spending more time with her. James saw a stack of clean towels and another wicker basket. He discarded his drenched towel and grabbed another for the chair next to her. Droplets of sweat were still beaded on her, and she looked extremely relaxed. He was moved by how comfortable she was in herself, the unforced familiarity due to their mutual exposure. His eyes were again drawn to the rounded triangle of downy hair between her legs that she so neatly trimmed. He focused on the centerline of folded skin that led down and out of his view and once more felt desire begin to stir, so he redirected his attention back to her serene face. "Mind if I join you. Looks like a good way to cool down." Ellen said, "Of course. By the way, what's your plan for dinner?" James smiled. "Well I was planning to eat a nine-Euro can of cashews and work on budget issues." "Ooohh -- sounds romantic." James said, "Very. Don't underestimate the quality of the salt they use in those things. Haute cuisine." Ellen adjusted her head slightly to look at him, "I think you should forego the cashews and grab a bite with me. I'm tired of eating alone, and considering there isn't much of you I haven't seen at this point, we might as well try having a conversation with clothes on." James nodded and pursed his lips a little. "Good point. In the spirit of absolute honesty, I'd prefer to continue the conversation this way -- but people would stare in the restaurant." Ellen laughed at that. "And these Europeans think Americans are so up-tight. We'd set them right in a minute if either of us had the guts to really show up to a restaurant 'au natural.'" James relaxed into the cushions of the lounge chair next to her. He had to exert a good deal of will power not to simply stare at her any further. The next few minutes passed in comfortable silence. Periodically he would glance over and watch her stomach rise and fall with her breathing, or trace the outer edge of her breast which was emphasized due to her lying flat on the chair. After a while, he stood and grabbed his towel. "I tell you what, I'll go shower and get upstairs. I have to cancel a con-call and send an email or two. How about we meet in the lobby in an hour?" Ellen said, "Okay. It's a plan." James headed over to the open showers and chose the middle of the three. He pulled the lever and set it at a mild temperature. After rinsing off for a moment, he pumped three globs of body wash from the dispenser on the wall and lathered up his hair. He closed his eyes and stepped into the stream of water to get all the soap off his head. Just then the shower next to him kicked on. James rotated around and put the water from his shower to his back before opening his eyes. Ellen was right next to him. She had her head tilted back into the water, and it was making her dark hair shine. Her nipples had hardened and the way she was standing made her back slightly arch, forcing her chest out further. James was transfixed. Ellen brought her hands up to her belly and ran them up her body to wash away the salty residue from sitting in the sauna. When she passed over her breasts, James's body acted of its own accord. He couldn't help it -- there was no force in nature strong enough to keep him from reacting to her figure. Just as he was about to turn in embarrassment, she glanced down at the evidence of his interest. He was only about half erect, but even with that it was noticeably standing out from him. "I'm so sorry...." He was turning away when she put a hand out to his shoulder. "Don't be." James was rooted to the spot. She had turned to face him and had placed her feet at shoulder width to give him a complete view of her body. He steadily went from half to fully erect. Standing there with a complete hard-on, the beat of his heart could be seen in its movement. Ellen didn't say a word, she held her position for what felt to him like an hour but was really only a half-minute. She reached over to the dispenser and got a handful of soap. Stepping out of her stream of water, she lathered her body, starting with her shoulders and working out each arm, down her sides, over her breasts and then across her stomach. The lathered soap made a lacework of bubbles and froth which steadily moved down her body toward the floor. When she reached her pussy, he could tell that her hand lingered slightly longer before moving to her legs. By the time she completed her task, James's breathing had become a little ragged. It was the most sensual thing he'd ever seen. Ellen gave a self-satisfied chuckle and returned to the shower. James enjoyed the spectacle of the soap getting overwhelmed by the clean water and running off of her in sheets. When she reached out to the dispenser a second time, he thought it was for her hair. Apparently she had other ideas. Ellen got another handful of soap and stepped to the middle of the room; she gave him a little smile and said, "Come here." She used her free hand to turn James around, and then from behind him, rubbed the soap across his shoulders. Ellen used circular motions to spread the soap across his back, and again over the top of his shoulders. She briefly rubbed the base of his neck and then steadily worked her way down until she playfully cupped both of his butt cheeks. James was in heaven; her hands felt good. There was strength there, but oh-so soft. When she grabbed his butt he said, "Hey!" But his phony complaint died on his lips. He felt her arms encircle his mid-section and she brought her body against his. The soap lubricated their skin and he could feel the firmness of her breasts in the middle of his back. Her hips seemed to match the curve of his backside and she pressed into him. Then her hands made their way down over his stomach and both encircled the base of his penis. She drew them outward and used her right hand like she was polishing the head. She kept up an agonizingly slow rhythm and repeated the process. He reached back and placed his hands on the sides of her hips, her skin now cool from the air. He looked down at her hands as they worked up and down. The way her hands were moving made him feel like his dick had extended significantly beyond it's normal length even though everything was working just as it should. He pressed his hips forward to meet the motion of her hands. After a few minutes of moving slowly, she began to pick up the pace and he strained to meet the tempo. The sensation of her body against his, the pressure of her arms around him, the non-stop attention to the head of his dick was more than he could take. The orgasm seemed to build from his legs up, it welled up into his groin and he held onto it for as long as he could. The moments between the start of the sensation and when he let it wash through him was a riot of color in his mind. When the muscles in his crotch began contracting, the world collapsed to the sensation of the explosive force behind the warm liquid that was forcibly released into the palm of Ellen's hand. Stress Release James voice was strained from his rapid breathing, "Holy shit. Holy shit." He heard the smile in her voice. "Eloquent...very well said." She let go of him and got back under the water. "Seemed like you needed that." It took James a moment to snap back to reality -- a reality that he was extremely pleased with. Instead of using the spray of water from the middle shower, he approached Ellen and turned her sideways so he could place his hands on her shoulders. He returned the favor of the massage for a few minutes. He used his knuckles to work down the sides of her spine and then splayed his fingers out wide to push up from the top of her ass into her lower back. It was silly, but he was shy about reaching around to her front. She took care of his quandary by turning to face him. For a moment, he just looked her in the eye; his expression serious. "What?" she asked. "Nothing." But his voice was shaky. What he really wanted to say seemed like too much. The abrupt change from the weeks of stress made him overly emotional and he wanted to say something meaningful, but he was scared it would come across like a sledge hammer considering that they'd just met. Instead of saying more, he placed his left hand along her jaw and leaned in to give her a kiss. She put her hand on his side, and the sensation of that touch while kissing her was more intimate than anything he'd experienced before. She was a complete stranger, but this small touch was more meaningful to him than any point in the more than two years with Pam. James ran his right hand along her shoulder, and then covered her breast. He reveled in the rise of her nipple at the crest of her breast and the pliant skin. She was small, but each globe was well formed and pert. The button of the nipple tickled his palm and he slid his hand around to both cup the breast and slightly roll the bud between his thumb and index finger. He heard her give a satisfied coo deep in her throat. The kiss continued for a long time. Their tongues explored each other's with a mild sense of urgency mixed with curiosity. The newness of kissing a stranger made it all the sweeter. James sustained the kiss and dropped his hand to the point of her hip before covering her mons with a firm grip. When he pressed with his middle finger, it easily slipped between her outer lips and laid the full length of her. Her clit was pressed against the base of his finger while the pad of it pressed against the entrance to her. He had each of her outer labia trapped between the middle finger and the two on either side of it. It was obvious how excited she was. His hand began to move back and forth, each time he would allow his middle finger to just slightly penetrate her at the limit of each thrust. He could feel her spreading open each time, and then collapsing behind the finger as it left again. James let go of her neck and dropped his left hand down to her lower back. He pulled her tightly to him which effectively pinned her in his arms. With each thrust of his hand he would pull her toward him and lift her slightly up on her toes. As the pace of his assault increased, he practically had her off the ground. The kissing had stopped and she had her head buried into his neck -- he could hear the change in her breathing. She'd reached round with her other hand was clamped onto his shoulder as she climbed toward her climax. Ellen's breathing became increasingly rough and she started to dig in a little with her nails on his shoulder. James didn't increase his pace any further; he wanted the orgasm to build steadily for her. He let his finger penetrate deeper so it was now going to the second knuckle with each push. He heard Ellen take in a particularly deep breath and then she convulsed. Like a dancer contracting her abdomen for a ballet position, Ellen first curled in toward him, and then arched back and pressed herself hard onto his hand. This final motion pushed his entire finger deep into her and she clamped down on it urgently with her interior muscles. He could feel the strength of her grip and knew enough to stop moving. He let her grind into his hand however it felt best for her. After a moment, she relaxed and he let her get her balance before letting go of her. Her fluids were all over his hand in the most wonderful way. He idly rubbed his thumb and fingers savoring the slick sensation. The two of them just stood for a moment looking at each other, neither being shy about taking in the details of the other's body. He was flaccid, but showing stirrings of life again. She was spent for the moment, but wanted more of him. Ellen reached out and used the back of her finger to softly run the length of him. "What do you say we get some dinner before we continue?" "I think that's a fine idea. I could use a drink." She nodded in agreement. "Yeah. That's a good plan. How about half an hour in the lobby?" The showers were turned off after a final rinse, and they kissed before going back into their respective locker rooms. When he got into his, he noticed the sign he'd missed. "Unisex Spa -- appropriate dress required." James smiled at the thought that both of them had certainly been dressed appropriately. Stress Release She finds herself alone, laying on a large bed with soft blankets underneath her. What she can see of the room from her prone position is plain and unremarkable. The temperature is a comfortable one despite her naked body. She is laying on her back with her arms stretched out to each side and slightly above her head. Her legs are straight and opened. Straps with soft bands around her wrists and ankles keep movement to an extreme minimum. All of her body was visible to any wandering eye that may be pointed in her direction. Her most intimate and sensitive area could be subjected to whatever attentions and activities another person wanted and there was nothing she could do about it. A pleasant mixture of fear and excitement flows through her body in anticipation of what may happen should someone else eventually enter the room. Mere moments before the fact she was alone could stop being exciting and become worrisome, she heard a door open just outside her limited range of vision. She heard someone moving into the room before the door closed again. A man entered her view carrying a rolled bundle in one hand and a folded table in the other. The man was a stranger to her, but he had a supportive and friendly demeanor that put most of her fears at ease. He had a classic handsomeness to his face that was highlighted by a neatly trimmed mustache. He was bare from his broad shoulders, down his muscular arms, to his strong hands. The rest of him was covered by a full-body apron. With practiced movements, he moved to the foot of the bed and set up the table in one smooth motion. He then unrolled the bundle onto the table and started checking some of the items it contained. Lifting her head as much as she could, it was still only possible for her to get small glimpses of what the roll contained. She didn't have enough of a view to clearly tell what was on the table, but there was enough for her imagination to create some new exciting thoughts. She was gradually becoming aroused by the things she hoped were in store for her. The restraints on her arms and legs prevented her from hiding her body's reactions to the thoughts now racing through her mind. He finished checking and adjusting the implements on the table. Examining her body as it lay completely displayed before him, he grins and speaks in a voice both masculine and gentle as teddy bear. "It appears that you are ready for things to get started. That gives us a little more time for you to truly enjoy what is going to happen now." With that, he slowly extracted a single item from the open bundle on the table. He holds up a long feather with a handle wrapped in leather. He grips the handle in his large hand and wafts it back and forth gently before blowing across it, the vanes moving in the breeze. Stepping around the corner of the bed, he lowers the feather to her toes. The feather then slides down to the ticklish arch of her foot. She giggles a little and tries to instinctively move away from the sensation to no avail. The bindings are too tight for her to do anything about it. While she doesn't usually like to be tickled, this one occurrence sends tingles up her legs that excite and please her. Watching her face closely, the gentleman takes a couple of long, slow strides up the side of the bed. As he does so, he moves the feather up her inner leg. The touch of the feather alternates between a soft caress and more tickles as moves up her calf to the back of her knee and then up her thigh. She barely manages to contain further giggles and sighs of pleasure incited by the soft caresses. He deliberately alters the path of the feather before it's touch reached her most intimate and sensitive area. He continued to slowly stride up the bed. She could feel the feather moving up the side of her stomach and chest, the tickling gradually approaching the limit if what she could tolerate and remain silent. Her whole body was straining against the straps in an attempt to get away from the feather as it tickled its way to her armpit. The urges decreased slightly as the feather moved up the inside of her restrained arm. She was finally able to relax for a second as he moved the feather up her hand and off her fingertips. She sighed for a moment as her body recovered from the shivers that had traveled up and down through most of it at the touch of the feather. Then he extended his arm and touched the tip of the feather to her navel. He lowered the handle end towards her face until nearly the entire feather was laying up her belly, the softness of its caress like the touch of a swarm of butterflies landing on her bare stomach. With as little movement as possible on his part, the feather slowly slid up to her chest and caressed between her breasts. The feather was just wide enough for the tips to feel their way from the underside of each breast and up their sides. Without her knowledge or permission, her nipples started to stiffen. This managed to catch her partner's eye as he grinned while lifting the feather off of her completely. He lowered the end of the feather toward one nipple and traced small spirals around it, lifting it away after teasing the peak of her nipple for a moment. With a simple reach across her body, he then repeated the teasing motions on her other nipple. Both of her nipples, and her entire self, now ached for a more substantial touch. She fought both herself and the straps with the demanding urge to touch and feel herself in order to replace and add to the now missing touch of the feather. "Now, for some more intimate and exciting." With that, he turned back to the foot of the bed and walked to his table of implements. It was at this moment that she realized he was naked under his heavy apron. She could see his bare back below the knot keeping the apron up. As he walked, her eyes went further down to his well formed butt cheeks and muscular legs. Thoughts of what he must look like under the apron only fueled the fire already raging inside her. The hypnosis caused by the sight of his nakedness was broken when he turned around again and she could only see his face and the one piece of clothing he had on. She wished to see if he was aroused in any way, but the height of the table blocked her view of anything below his stomach. Her desires were even further enhanced by her imagination creating an ideal tool for him to use on her, one not resting on the table but hidden by his apron. She wasn't aware that, among all the satisfaction she would receive, this is one thing she wouldn't find out by the end of their time together. Her inner thoughts had her distracted enough that she didn't see what he pulled from his tool kit. A few quick strides brought him next to her head with the item hidden behind his back. He leaned down and began placing light kisses on her neck. She let out a contented sigh as he moved around to her collar and down her chest. His lips rose up each breast in turn, squeezing around each nipple as he sucked lightly. Her head fell back against the pillow as her sighs turned to moans at the touch of his mouth. She was entirely absorbed in the signals traveling through her body being caused by the sensations sparked by his actions. She failed to immediately notice the change in the pressure on her nipples until it felt like he was holding both of them between his lips at once. She opened her eyes and lifted her head to see how this impossible act was being accomplished. That was when she saw that each of her nipples was in the grip of a clamp with soft pads holding tight and an odd bulge at the back end. Apparently, these are what he had been hiding behind his back when he stepped forward again after putting the feather away. With an evil grin, he touched both clamp bulges simultaneously. The clamps started to vibrate and send more impulses through her body. Her moans and sighs rose and fell in volume and intensity as the clamps stimulated her nipples in different frequencies and intensities. The man, the source of her passionate tortures, rose and stepped back, his finger tracing a line down her chest and stomach. Her abdominal muscles twitched from a combination of her body reacting to the pulses on her nipples and his caress. A single finger slid down and circled her most intimate of areas. The sensation of his touch was enhanced by the sensitivity by her recent shaving. She ached for more contact, her desire to be filled and satisfied taking over her entire being. Looking closely at what he was doing, he uses his index and pinkie fingers to spread her open, his ring and middle fingers easily slipping inside her dripping wet folds. This did little to satisfy her need to be filled. Even as he flexed his fingers inside her, pressing against her from the inside, she knew it wasn't enough. In truth, she didn't think anything he had in his little toy bag could fill her as much as she wanted to be at this moment. Still, she was anxious for him to try. With practiced movements, and without taking his eyes off of her reactions to his touch, he reached to the table with his free hand and picked up something he concealed inside his closed hand. She sighed with pleasure and a small amount of regret as he withdrew his fingers from inside her. The next thing she feels is something smooth and metallic sliding through her wet opening. It warmed up considerably and moved more smoothly as it became coated in the juices of her arousal. She tried to look up and get a view of what was being used on her, but the straps binding her arms prevented her from seeing any more than the eyes and top of the head of the man stimulating her as they sat between her thighs. She lets out a slight gasp as the metallic device slides up and touches her sensitive button. Shivers run through her body as he turns the bullet vibrator on and it starts sending pulses against her aching clitoris. Shocks coursed through her between her thighs and to her nipples like small electrical charges running between the vibrating devices. The sensations continued to flow through her body, raising her lever of pleasure higher and higher. The only thing preventing her from reaching complete ecstasy was an aching to be filled. Without any warning, that particular aching desire was fulfilled. This time is was no mere fingers inside her but something more substantial. Another toy that had been in his bag of goodies. With so much stimulation and pleasure, she was unable to tell exactly what was being inserted. All she knew was that it had slipped smoothly into her and was pressing against all the right spots as he moved it inside her. She strained against the straps as her body's reactions to the pleasure went beyond her control. Moans escaped her throat as she reached higher and higher into total pleasure and its inevitable release. The shocks coursing through her paired with the sensations coming from inside her to jerk against the straps without meaning to. Her moans turned to screams of passion as the vibrations on her nipples and clit brought her closer to a deep release. In a sudden motion her back arched and she clenched around the toy inside her as she let out a roaring scream of climax. Waves of release flowed through her body as he held the bullet and toy tight against and inside her. After a moment of quivering and shaking as the passion flows out of her, she relaxes into the soft bed and stops straining against the straps around her ankles and wrists. She sighs contentedly as he withdraws the toy from inside her and removes the still vibrating bullet from her now extra sensitive clit. He places the items now soaked in the juices of her joy on his table and reaches out to remove the vibrating clips from her nipples. Her eyelids flutter open and her gaze catches his for a second. Without know exactly why, she gives this total stranger that just brought her such pleasure a goofy smile. He just nods and continues putting his devices in their bag and rolling it up. Without a single word he undoes the Velcro straps around her ankles and wrists, grabs his bag and folding table, and leaves the room. After a minute of enjoying the glow her orgasm poured through her body, the woman quietly gets up and grabs her clothes from the floor in the corner of the room. She dresses and leaves the room through a different door than the one her partner had used. With a lightness in her step and brighter outlook on the day, she struts down a hallway to the building's main lobby. The woman at the desk recognizes the look on the woman's face and returns the smile. "I'm guessing everything was to your satisfaction?" The woman opens her purse and extracts a credit card. Handing it to the younger figure behind the desk she says, "It was more than I was expecting. It is an experience I wouldn't mind having again." The card is swiped and returned with a receipt to be signed. "You know our policies. Each visit is a random chance. Repeating experiences, even ones thoroughly enjoyed, diminishes them over time. There is also a little extra thrill to not knowing in advance what kind of pleasures will be brought into play." Returning the signed receipt the woman nods in agreement. She turns her head as she approaches the door, "I will be calling in the next couple of days to schedule another therapy session. Do you have any openings in two to three weeks?" The young woman quickly flips through a large appointment book. "We tend to get busier as the holidays get closer and stress levels climb, but there are still a few available rooms and times for now."