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Sweet Temptation

By: Cathleen



From the beginning there was a sexual inferno building between the two. Pam met Michael on the Internet and they began exchanging messages, hers were simple and chatty, his were not, but incredibly arousing and erotic letters. There was a connection between the two that would make anyone blush, most of all Pam. It was as if any fantasy or taboo she’d ever allowed in her mind, he knew about. She certainly had never thought of most of the things he wrote about that was for sure. He wanted to teach her about the pleasures of the flesh and she wanted to learn, but from him? 

They both lived near Boston so meeting seemed not so far fetched. Could she really meet a total stranger especially for what he described in his emails? Ok so they had met at a site that was known for sexual content but she was just seeing what it was all about, she never in a million years thought she’d ever participate; she was sexually inexperienced and thought that probably wouldn’t change. The things he wrote her made her jaw drop but she felt like one of those people that just had to look at a car accident, she couldn’t stop corresponding with him. He became like an addiction to her. 

To say his emails were hot would be to say it might be cold in the winter in Alaska. Every time Pam opened one she would be so aroused that many times she would not be able to read them without touching herself, she would usually orgasm at least once. She read and reread each one, wondering what the hell she was doing even knowing someone who had those thoughts. Could she actually meet him?

Michael’s emails set her on fire physically. She was thinking about sex so much she thought she was turning into ……… what was the word, she couldn’t even figure out what she thought of herself. She was thinking if she did met him she would never be the same but wondered if that was a bad thing, she didn’t know. She was so intrigued about all the possibilities Michael offered and conflicted too. 

It was the email about July 4th festivities that sent Pam over the edge. He described how he would like to celebrate the holiday; he left no detail out. Michael wanted Pam to know exactly what was in his mind, as if she hadn’t known before, there was no doubt now. The only question left was would she meet him.

Pam was so troubled that when he called her she was almost scared to even be on the phone with him, he had a way of getting into her mind and she felt defenseless against his words. Michael’s voice was so rich, she reacted physically each time they spoke and he knew it, he knew how to push every button. He could bring her to her knees so easily and he counted on that. He wanted this to happen, he knew she did but needed to be swayed just a bit. He whispered to her what he wanted to do with her and he heard her breath catch, he knew right then, she would be his.

“Do you feel that Pam? Do you feel my tongue?” Pam heard his rich voice turned husky with desire and she was touching herself.

“Michael, please don’t. I can’t, I just….” Pam wanted her voice to be stronger but it wasn’t.

“Feel it Pam, feel it on your clit. I have a finger inside you, sliding in so easily, now two. Baby you feel so good, I can’t wait to taste you. I’m flicking my tongue over your clit and sucking it into my mouth. Yea baby, that’s right feel it.” Michael knew he was getting to her and he knew by the time they hung up the phone she would agree to meet him too.

“Oh god Michael, yes! I feel you. I feel you so much, oh fuck Michael. Mmmmmm….” Even though she tried to resist she couldn’t, she was fully aroused.

“Yes baby I know you do, I want you to feel me. I want you to feel good. I’m sliding my fingers in and out, fucking your pussy, sucking your clit harder. Feeling your hips thrusting up. Yea babe, like that. Feel me right there, sliding my mouth down to drink your juices.” Michael didn’t let up on her, he listened to her moans and pants and kept talking. He heard it in her voice when she was about to explode, he urged her on.

“Feed me baby, I’m so hungry. Feed me, listen to me slurping up your juice. Give me more, I want more babe.” Michael brought Pam to climax more than a few times during that phone call and he was right, by the end she agreed to meet him.

“Darling you won’t regret it, I promise. It will be beautiful and loving.” Michael said all the right things and Pam listened to her body not her head when she agreed to meet him. 

Michael made all the arrangements for their meeting and left nothing to chance. He booked a special suite at the Royal Sonesta in Cambridge. They would have their own private view of the fireworks over the Charles River after The Boston Pops Orchestra played on the Esplanade. The Artist and New England Suite provided beautiful scenery and the lights of Boston twinkled just as Pam’s eyes did when he escorted her into their suite for the weekend.

It was lovely, the Italian furniture and contemporary artwork gave the suite a modern décor unlike any in the city. There were custom Tibetan rugs, remote-controlled drapes and marble bathrooms with every amenity one could ever want. There was a dining room with the table set for dinner for two, complete with flowers and candles. The Bose CD/Radio was filling the rooms with soft jazz sounds. Nothing was left out, Michael had thought of everything and Pam was overwhelmed with the setting. Her nerves were still jumpy and as she looked out over the river Michael pour some champagne.

Michael gave Pam a soft kiss before handing her a glass of champagne. The two looked out over the river at the thousands upon thousands gathered on the Esplanade and the hundreds of boats anchored for the festivities. He remarked about the many boats that you could walk across the river without getting wet but Pam didn’t hear a word, she was just so nervous. She was about to say she couldn’t go through with the weekend when Michael took her hand in his, gently caressing hers with his thumb.

“Pam, if you want to leave you can, but I don’t want you to. What can I do to help you relax?” He searched her face and saw her eyes mist over. “What is it baby, what is wrong?” He instinctively pulled her into his arms.

“Nothing, well everything Michael. I don’t know what I am doing here. I’ve never, ever done anything like this in my life. I am shocked and scared but I don’t want to disappoint you or offend you in anyway. I’m so sorry.” Pam’s voice was weakening with each word.

“Sweetheart, please don’t feel scared. I know we, well I really pushed this and won’t deny that I want to make love to you. But if it isn’t now I will wait for you. I may have started off just wanting sex but it is so much more than that now, please believe me Pam. We can just enjoy the celebrations, have a wonderful dinner and relax together, no pressure okay?” 

The sincerity in his words and voice helped to ease Pam’s fears. The tension in her body was noticeably reduced. He even heard her give a long sigh. Michael caressed her back and then held her hand; he wanted her to stay. Pam took her champagne and drained the flute; she turned to Michael asking for another glass. He laughed and she giggled too but said she still wanted another. 

“Here you go sweetheart, just sip this one okay?” Michael teased her as he handed her the glass.

“I need to relax Michael but yes I will sip this one. I don’t want to get drunk and have you take advantage of me.” She teased him right back and moved to the living room area of the suite and sat on the love seat. 

“Can I get you anything else right now? What ever you want I will get, just name it.” Michael wanted to please her more than he thought. She shook her head no and he took a seat next to her placing her hand in his again.

He was falling for her, even though he had sworn off getting involved with a woman again. In many ways they were very much alike, they both had their hurts and scars from the past. He had only wanted a physical relationship but that changed as soon as their eyes met that day.

Pam was glad she had taken a seat; she suddenly felt a rush from guzzling the champagne. When she hiccupped she gave an embarrassed laugh and Michael acted indignant with a fake shocked look.

“Well I never! And you call yourself a lady.” He let out a big laugh with his words.

Pam blushed and lowed her head in mock embarrassment and when Michael took her chin in his hand and turned her towards him, he saw her blush again and then kissed her. Not the soft kiss of a few moments before but the kind of kiss that lingered and begged for more. More is what they both wanted too.

He moved his mouth over hers again, his lips parted as he kissed her deeper, opening her mouth with his tongue. She was hesitant for only a moment then her mouth opened to his and her tongue joined his and they explored each other’s mouth. She let out a moan and pressed harder to his mouth, Michael slid himself sideways and pulled her into an embrace kissing her all the while.

Pam broke the kiss and moved herself into his arms even more and Michael gladly held her closer. The two sat in their embrace and gazed out the window as the sky took on the pinks and purples of a glorious summer sunset. As darkness grew Michael mentioned dinner and the two headed for the dinning room where the table was set for a romantic dinner. They decided on appetizers of pan seared crab cakes and risotto with heirloom tomatoes and dinner of slow roasted Maine lobster for him and grilled center cut filet mignon for her followed by ice cream sundaes for dessert.

While they waited for their meal he turned on some jazz he had asked to be in the music library of the suite. Pam was feeling in a dream and when Michael approached her for a dance she knew she was falling for him, the way he held her made her feel so womanly and wanted. Their dances were long, slow and sensual. Michael whisper into her ear and she purred and held on tighter as he danced her around the suite. 

Pam was feeling the affects of the champagne and the setting as she looked into Michael’s eyes she thought she saw the future. She reached her hand up to caress his face and guided his head down to kiss him. She was feeling far more comfortable and when the suite bell rang letting them know their appetizers had arrived their kiss broke and she almost pouted. Michael gave her a sweet quick kiss as he moved to open the door. 

Pam went to the dining room and the waiter prepared their table, lighting the candles, placing their choices on the table and replenishing their champagne and left them stating he would return with their entrees a bit later. Michael held the side chair for Pam he took the seat to the head of the table and the two sat to enjoy the delicious appetizers. They bid each other cheers and Pam fed Michael some of the crab cake in a very sensual manner. Both were feeling the chemistry between each other and he placed his hand over her free hand as he took the food into his mouth while his eyes bore into hers. 

Pam felt that look deep inside her and shifted in her seat. She had never been so attracted to someone in all her life. Michael in turn fed her and the couple slowly enjoyed the atmosphere and the rising tension between them. The playful nature increased their desires and just as they moved to the living room again the waiter returned with their entrees. 

Before Michael moved to the door he pulled Pam to him and kissed her passionately, dipping her backwards as he did. Pam grabbed onto him as one leg lifted off the floor and with it her shoe flew across the room. When they heard the crash against the wall they were startled into laughter when they realized what had occurred. With flourish Pam flipped the other shoe in the same direction and Michael did the same and the two padded towards the dinning room with smiles.

It might have been the champagne but Pam was feeling more at ease and almost bold. When the two sat for dinner Pam looked into Michael’s eyes and smiled at him. She wanted to reach out and kiss him but was just a bit apprehensive so she took his hand instead and kissed it, very softly looking at him as she did. Michael couldn’t take his eyes off her, she turned his hand over and kissed his palm, it was almost a lick and then kissed each finger too. She knew when she sucked one finger tightly into her mouth he was getting her message.

Pam released his finger and Michael caressed her face and leaned towards her for a kiss. As he placed his lips upon hers his tongue licked the outline of her mouth, tempting her to open to him. He pressed into her mouth easily, sucking on her tongue just as she had sucked his finger and she moaned into his mouth. Their kiss deepened and became so much more when he reached for her hand and guided her to his lap and dinner was forgotten to them. They were lost in each other’s mouths, a longing developed as the kissed became more frantic, with hands holding faces, tongues darting mouth to mouth and bodies pressing hard against each one another.

As their kiss broke Pam looked at Michael, “Wow” was all she could mutter and with it a big sigh.

“I’ll say it was a ‘wow’, that was one of the best kisses of my life Pam” as he kissed her hand. 

He returned Pam to her seat and the two began to enjoy their meal. She glanced at him and when he noticed her smirk he laughed and asked what she was grinning about.

“I was just thinking is all.” A coy grin crossed her lips.

“Care to share what you are thinking about sweetheart?” Michael had the smirk now and Pam began to blush. Could she really tell him? The thought made her giggle and she fed him a piece of her steak telling him how delicious it was.

“Yes, it is delicious my dear, now what were you going to tell me before you tried to distract me?” He had her dead to rights on that one and she laughed at being found out so easily.

“I have so many thoughts Michael, what would you like to know first?” She was batting her eyes in that “oh so female” way.

“Don’t even try that woman! Why don’t you tell me what you were grinning about a few moments ago?” His eyes held hers with a depth she fell into, it actually made her catch her breath.

“Well I was thinking of what I’d like to do to you.” Pam immediately blushed and bit her lip as she surprised herself with her boldness.

“Hum, that sounds intriguing. Please go on.” He knew she was moving outside her comfort zone and treaded somewhat lightly but also wanted to pull her along, he wanted her to know it was safe to share it all. “I have lots of thoughts of what I’d like to do with you and to you sweetheart.”

Pam’s eyes widened and her blush grew, she hated when she blushed so much but there wasn’t anything she could do about it right now. “Well if you share one with me then I will share one with you. How does that sound?” She looked directly into his eyes now, feeling a touch more comfortable with each passing minute.

As they shared their meal they also shared their thoughts. Pam kept surprising herself as she shamelessly shared her erotic thoughts with Michael and it didn’t hurt that Michael shared his thoughts too. Pam was more aroused with each shared idea and thought, as was Michael. They were no longer interested in their meal, the only hunger they had was for one another. 

Michael stood up and bent to kiss Pam sweetly and lingered a bit too, then left the dining room. She heard him talking but couldn’t make out what he was saying. When he returned he took her hand and led her to the bedroom without making a sound. Pam didn’t think to care who he spoke to, she only cared that he was with her and what she was feeling.

Pam was feeling sensual and she loved that, she wanted to touch and be touched and the two moved into an embrace, which lead to a kiss, and then their hands began to roam and the pace quickened. Once again the two became frantic to feel each other. Michael reached behind her and she heard the zipper on her dress go down, his hands moved to under her shoulders and slid the dress down. Pam stepped back and out of the dress, which was now a puddle on the floor. She stood before him in her lace bra and panties and the matching thigh-high stockings. 

She was so aware of his eyes on her and almost moved to cover herself but he took her hands in his and held them out to the side so he could take all of her in and a smile crossed his lips and he whispered how beautiful she was to see and pulled her into an embrace.

Pam held herself to him and then let her hands wander, first to his waist to free his shirt from his pants and then moving back slightly to begin to unbutton his shirt. He looked at her and then her fingers as she tried not to fumble with the buttons. His fingers joined hers and his shirt was quickly removed and then as quickly his undershirt. Pam touched him, his skin felt wonderful to her and she let her hands roam slowly and gently, her fingers tracing around his nipples and up his neck and finally looking into his eyes. She saw a fire building and she felt a fire within her.

Michael pulled her quickly to him, kissing her hard, holding onto her arms as he pushed himself deep into her mouth. She had wanted to remove his belt and slide his pants off but he held her so tightly she couldn’t move. She didn’t want to move either, she clung to him as they kissed hard; it was as if they had been toying with each other all night and now it was time to get serious. He pressed against her so she would feel his hardness and then broke their kiss with a growl.

“Do you feel what you are doing to me Pam?” Michael’s hands moved to rid himself of his pants quickly; he looked at Pam as his erection grew out of his boxers he asked again. “Do you see this Pam? Do you know how much I want you, now?”

“Yes Michael I see and I want you too, right now.” It was the boldest statement she could make at the time and then her actions matched her words as she moved her hands to the waistband of his boxers and slid them down and he stepped out, she quickly tugged his sox off too, he was free of his clothing. She only had to turn her head slightly to taste him, to feel his cock on your lips and face. Pam reached her hand up to caress him when Michael stopped her.

“Oh no you don’t, not yet sweetheart. If you don’t mind I’d like to finish undressing you now, if you keep touching me I’ll explode. Didn’t I mention you are my dessert?” Michael smiled with his eyes and as she was about to say something but he preempted her, “That was the call I made. I postponed our dessert until later, much later.” 

Pam giggled and immediately blushed, “Michael now everyone will know what we’re doing!” She was half mocking and half serious.

He loved to tease her; already he knew how private she was, but also knew she was very playful too. In fact she had told him before that she was ‘privately playful’ and he certainly understood that now as he felt her hand take his hard cock into her hands.

“And just what are you doing there oh sweet one?” He gently brought her hand back up to his chest and she caressed him and purred a bit, he whispered into her ear, “I want to make love with you for hours, so let’s not rush things down there”.

He pulled her close and held her; they were almost one now. Michael reached and unhooked her bar and then slid his hands down and under the waistband of her panties. He hooked his thumbs on the band and caresses his way down her backside bringing her panties with him. She stepped out of them and then let her bra fall from her shoulders. Pam started to reach for her stockings but Michael stopped her, he wanted them to remain. The two stood before each other, bare and wanting. 

He led her to the bed, he was taking charge of this it was apparent. He made love to her in a way he had never done before, she changed him somehow, he didn’t know exactly when or how yet, but he was feeling rooted, as if here he would grow. With each touch upon her, she became a new woman, she allowed herself to bloom as if he were the water and sun, she couldn’t deny the feelings she had now and more than he could. He made love to her so tenderly that it took his breath away, and then they made love to each other. 


Sweet Temptation



Note: This story is a lot longer than the last one. It has several chapters and a really slow build up. I decided to post it all at once because I wrote it that way. Enjoy!

Sweet Temptation

Chapter 1



"I feel so out of place," Tamara thought to herself as she watched another group of young college students walk pass. She sighed and looked back down at the paperwork she was finishing up for the Housing Department.

"It is just so weird to be here with all these kids. We have nothing in common," her inner dialogue continued. Sitting her charts and notebook aside, Tamara grabbed up the stack of notices to be delivered, pushed back her chair and stood.

"Nigel" she said looking at the security guard sitting to her left, "I'm going up to deliver these notices. I've got my walkie with me. Call if you need anything"

Nigel looked up at her and nodded.

"Okay, Tam."

With that Tam, as everyone liked to call her, rounded the desk and headed for the elevators. As she waited another group of students came in to wait with her. When the elevator doors opened they all got in, Tamara standing in the back so she could study the kids without being studied herself. Tamara was 25 years old and had been at The School of Art and Design for two years now. Most of the student body, particularly the students living in the dorms, was fresh out of high school. Their attitudes and fashion sense were fresh out of high school as well.

Tamara eyed the skater boy directly in front of her. She recognized him, Thad was his name. He wasn't very tall but he wasn't short either. He was incredibly skinny though, with bleached blonde hair and tons of piercings. He wore lots of layered or ripped clothing with metal belt chains and his signature white wrist band. 

As the elevator continued up, Tamara cut her eye to the left where the goth couple was standing. They both wore black from head to toe and their accessories consisted of lots of metal bits as well. The girl, who was short and a little chubby, wore black lace gloves with the fingers cut out. The guy, who was really tall, wore a long black trench coat. Wearing one of those would really get you weird looks these days. Tam noted that his long, lanky dyed hair looked as if it hadn't been washed in a while. Yuck. 

The two girls off to the right of the elevator were what Tamara had begun to think of as "Norms". They had a mainstream look without being preppy. One was blond and thin, the other brunette and busty. Both looked like they weren't a day over 16.

With a mental sigh Tamara looked down at herself. She had a fairly good body but her clothes weren't much better than the kids' in front of her. She wished she was a little thinner but then what woman didn't? At least she could safely say she was not fat. Thick, is how she heard a guy once described her. Tamara was about 5'3" and 135 pounds. She had a very curvy hourglass figure. Her hair was relaxed and shoulder length and like today, usually kept in a neat tight bun at the nape of her neck. She tried going natural once when she was around 20. It was nice for a while but Tam found it more work than she liked. Anyway, she couldn't afford much. She had spent the last three years saving for art school. All her cash was tied up in tuition, books, art supplies and food. Hell, she even had to take this job as a Resident Assistant (at the age of 23 no less) just so she could afford housing. Tamara's parents were good hard-working folks but really weren't in a position to help. So it was up to Tam to get to the city, get in school and see it through. She mentally shook her head. Here she was in the middle of college, when most in her age group had already graduated.

She managed to keep enough money for the bare necessities which included drug store toiletries to help her take care of her pecan brown skin. Tam had known she would have to give up the fancy make-up and hair care products she was used to when she was working but that didn't mean she had to let herself go entirely. So she wore simple clothes, usually jeans and t-shirts, kept her hair and skin clean, moisturized and treated and put the rest of her energy into earning her animation degree.

One by one the students reached their destinations and got off the elevator. Tamara rode the elevator to the top floor so she could work her way down as she passed out letters and notices. When the elevator stopped at the 10th floor she got off and started knocking on doors. The entire time her inner dialogue continued.

'Well, at least I have made a few friends. It certainly took long enough. I guess it is hard though when most of the people you know are barely old enough to drive. Good thing a few of the students are as old as me. It would be great to meet a nice guy though.'

Tamara took the stairs after finishing each floor. When she reached the sixth floor she went to room 617 and knocked at the door. She looked at the name on the envelope she held. Caleb Davidson. A big grin spread across her face. Caleb was a real character and one of the few students her age living in school sponsored housing. She liked him well enough. He was cute too but too much of a joker to consider dating. She was content to be his friend. When the door open a tall dark haired young man with brown eyes and a slightly muscular build answered the door.

"Well, hey there pretty lady," Caleb drawled in his Texan accent. "What can I do for ya?" His penchant for flattery was another reason Tamara liked Caleb. He always had something nice to say to her. He never made any advances but was always so sweet.

"Hey Caleb," Tamara answered back in her own peculiar accent. It was a blend of lower Virginia and five years of city life. "I got a letter for you from the Housing Office. It's urgent. They need a response from you A.S.A.P." 

Tam handed him the letter.

"Okay. Okay." Caleb said. He continued to make small talk when another male voice called out from somewhere in the apartment.

"That the delivery guy?" the voice shouted.

"No man, it's the R.A.," Caleb yelled back.

"What?!" the voice yelled again.

"I said it's the R.A.!"

Tamara started to grin and jokingly asked, "Is he deaf or just so hungry he can't hear straight?"

As she finished that sentence the biggest man she had ever seen in her life came into view. As Caleb turned to address his buddy, Tam's eyes widened in surprise and interest. While the fellow was distracted by talk of pizza and wings Tamara took the opportunity to check him out. 

He is at least 6'4" tall and built like a stone wall. He is also pale and blonde. He had nice blue eyes but they were hidden behind the dorkiest pair of glasses she had ever seen and Tam's seen her fair share of glasses. She has been wearing them herself since she was fifteen. 

Tamara decides to get a grip on herself before she gets caught staring. "Well Caleb, I gotta go. I've got a lot more mail to deliver." As she turns Caleb grabs her hand.

"Wait up Tam. I didn't mean to be rude. Come meet Chris. Chris, this is Tamara. She's the RA for this floor."

Tam slowly turns back towards the open door. She wants to get away. Caleb's hunky friend is so...well, hunky.

"Hey Tam," Chris said politely. 

"Hey Chris," Tam goes into professional mode and sticks out a hand. "You a student here?" Tam's hand gets enveloped by Chris' giant warm hand and she goes a little gooey inside.

"I'm a student but I don't live in housing."

"Oh." Tamara feels a little relieved and disappointed. On the one hand she was working her way through school and certainly didn't need the distraction of a big ex-football player or ex-rugby or...well, he is definitely an ex-something. On the other hand it would be nice to ride up on the elevator with him sometimes.

Caleb piped up again, "Chris used to play football in high school."

'Ah. So that's how he got that impressive size,' Tamara thought.

"Yeah," Chris nodded.

"Don't be so modest, man" Caleb continued. He turned back to Tam. "He won MVP last year."

Tam's eyes widened again. "Last year?" She exclaimed. 

"Yeah," they said together. 

"I'm a freshman." Chris explained a bit sheepishly. 

"Oh" said Tam. 'Oh my god he is just a baby,' she thought inwardly. 'I should NOT be lusting after this boy. Good thing he doesn't live in housing. Time to beat a hasty retreat.'

"Wow, that's impressive! Well, good luck with everything. It was nice meeting you. And try to keep this big knuckle head from getting you into trouble," she said pointing at Caleb. 

They all laughed. Caleb and Chris went back inside to wait for delivery and Tamara continued her rounds. As she went she tried to keep her thoughts off the huge 19 year old ex-football player but her mind refused to cooperate. He was just so damned good looking and judging by the size of him no one would guess he was so young. It was definitely a surprise to her.

For a moment Tamara almost thought she had met someone with dating potential. The guy seemed a bit more serious than Caleb but just as likeable. That would have been enough. Plus that body. Man! She could just imagine herself naked crawling all over him and doing...well, never mind. It was a moot point now. He has only been out of school for a year! He may be legal but compared to her 25 years he was just a kid so that made him off limits. It is a really good thing he doesn't live in the building, Tamara thought to herself again as she delivered the last letter. I don't need that kind of distraction. Besides I don't want to be tempted to do something stupid. With that she headed towards the 1st floor stairwell and headed back to the front desk.



Chapter 2



Weeks have passed and Tamara has seen Chris a few times. He is usually with Caleb and his group of knuckleheads. Even though she tries not to notice him her eyes always search him out. He is easy to spot too, she thought to herself as she shifted in her seat. He stood head and shoulders over most people and was built like a SUV. The man was pretty hard to miss even if you tried. The colored lights from her monitor flickered across her face and body. The computer lab was warm and quiet. She closed her eyes for a moment, tired – tired of the long 4 hour classes, tired of the long nights working the dorms and tired of the constant nagging from her poor sexless body. The only thing more annoying was the droning tone of the teacher's voice as he explained the use of envelopes to help control deformation. Damn, that man was boring! She had already nodded off twice and two times her friend Bianca (Tam called her 'B') had nudged her awake. She felt the third sharp jab in her side of the morning and opening her eyes, sat up straight.

Tam looked at her friend and whispered, "I wasn't even asleep yet."

"You could have fooled me," Bianca whispered back. "You better pay attention. I won't let you copy from my notes again."

"Yeah, yeah," Tamara replied but grinned as she turned back to her own screen. She was unconcerned because a: she didn't need B's notes. She had everything down (miraculously) plus she owned some damn good training DVDs and textbooks and B: Bianca was her best friend here at The School for Art and Design. She would let Tamara use her notes if she really needed them.

Tamara went back to adjusting envelopes on the skin of the goofy character model that every student in this class was using. As she worked she tried really hard to keep the erotic images of herself entwined with the adorably hunky Chris at bay. It was hard. As an RA the best privilege she got was having an entire apartment to herself. No roommates for her. That meant she could get down anytime she wanted. It was just too damned bad she didn't have a man...or the time to get down for that matter. But if she did and had the courage she would invite Mr. MVP to her room one night, maybe offer him a little something to relax. Then offer him something to get him excited again. She could spread him out on her bed and take her time exploring every inch of that young rock hard body of his. Next she would lie down and let him explore her body. She would instruct him on where to touch and how, when to apply gentle pressure and when to be a little rough...

Tamara gave herself a mental shake. Damn it! Steady girl, she thought to herself, deep breaths. She checked the time at the bottom right hand corner of the computer screen. 11:20 am. Just twenty more minutes to go. Then she could go home and take care of herself. There's no way she could make it through tonight's shift in her current condition.







Chapter 3



"Just sit that down over there!" yelled Bianca to a couple of volunteers who were toting big blue bins full of party supplies. "Tam, can you bring in the leftover pops?" 

"Sure thing B," Tamara replied. Right after class Tamara had to rush home for a quickie lunch and finish homework before her Friday night shift as an R.A. started. She even managed to catch an hour long nap. It wasn't long enough but it was better than nothing particularly since weekend shifts were extra long. On top of that, tonight Tamara, Bianca and two other R.A.s were throwing a little barbecue for the dorm students. It was just another way for the Housing Department to show their appreciation for their parents paying the inflated rental fees.

Tam hopped out to the lawn with a couple of dollies but soon discovered that there were too many cases of soda. As she stood their trying to figure out how to get all that soda back inside without making three or four trips two familiar faces came into view. It was Caleb and Chris coming across the adjacent parking lot. 

"Hey Tam!" yelled Caleb. "You look like you could use a hand."

Tamara inwardly smiled...ever the gentleman.

"Yeah, I could. It would be great if you guys could help me out."

"No problem, l'il lady."

Chris, like usual was quiet but more than a little helpful, easily hoisting up several cases of soda. 

"Just lead the way," Caleb replied once he was loaded up.

Tamara, pushing the dollies led the two back to the building, into the lobby, on the elevator and up to the first floor where the supplies were stored. Together the three put away the sodas and Tamara thanked them for their help.

"Man, you guys were a real life saver tonight. I would have had to make four or five trips with the dolly if you hadn't showed up."

"Well," said Caleb "We live to serve." He looked over at Chris who laughed at his antics, rolling his eyes. 

"Well really, thanks," replied Tamara, wanting to prolong her close contact with Chris but not wanting to let on that she liked him.

"No problem," replied Chris.

Caleb asked, "Do you need anything else?"

Tam, heading towards the door looked over her shoulder. "Oh, no. You've done enough already. You know, you guys are always so nice, so helpful. I wish I could do something to return the favor."

"Don't mention it," mumbled Chris softly.

Caleb, ever the incorrigible one exclaimed, "Hell, I am pretty hungry. Tam, I know you like to cook. Whatcha got tonight?"

Tam, who did indeed enjoy cooking, laughed, "On my budget? Not much lately. But I did make a pan of brownies earlier. I could bring it by tomorrow." Tam hoped this would give her the opportunity to see Chris again even though she knew nothing could come of it.

Caleb looked like he just hit the jackpot. Maybe for college students free food was a jackpot.

"Sounds great"

Even Chris' expression brightened at the thought of home baked goodies...for free.

"I could bring them by tomorrow," Tamara said. Looking apologetic she continued, "I don't get off until 1 tonight."

"Shiiiiiit," Caleb exclaimed rather loudly. "I'm hungry now. We'll come by for it tonight!"

This cracked Chris up again and Tamara laughed as she headed towards the stairs.

"Okay then. I'll see you around one."

The boys grinned and headed towards the elevators to ride up to the sixth floor. As they stepped in Tamara allowed her eyes to linger on Chris. God, he was gorgeous – to her anyway. She could overlook the glasses and bad haircut. That tall muscular frame was just too much. He had the broadest shoulders and his t-shirts clung enticingly. He had long thick legs that could not be hidden by his baggy jeans. His waist was narrow and his tummy was perfectly flat. 

'I'll bet those abs are ripped too,' thought Tamara as she headed back down to the lobby. Again she let her mind wander. Chris and Caleb would stop by her room after work to pick up their reward. It was nice to have a good excuse to be around him a little longer. It would be better if she could get him alone. She knew that was a bad idea but couldn't help it. She imagined standing in the middle of her small apartment, pressed up against Chris' big rock hard body. The lights would be low. The sultry sounds of a classic jazz sax played softly in the background. Chris would be topless. She'd spread her hands out flat against his chest. It is hard and sprinkled in soft golden hairs. His skin is surprisingly smooth and warm to the touch. She goes on tip toes to reach his pouty pink mouth while running her hands over as much of him as she could reach; his chest, stomach and shoulders around to the chiseled planes of his back. His arms wrap around her. His hands search out every dip and curve. He finally settles on her plump bottom and squeeze. They both moan. As she clings to his neck he grasps each cheek and lifts her tight against his body. Tamara can feel his erection against her belly. It is huge hard and hot. Just the thought of it makes her panties wet. Her hands tighten around Chris' neck. Their kiss deepens and Chris walks them towards her little single bed...

"Tam!"

Snapped out of her erotic reverie, Tamara looks up at Bianca who is waving her over. Bianca and one of the volunteers are struggling with the big grill they used earlier to make burgers and hot dogs. 

"Be right there," Tamara called. Damn, how long had she been standing here by the desk, she thought? Grabbing a walkie-talkie from the desk she hurried down the hall and to the double doors where her friend waited. I should just give them the brownies thank them for their help and send them on their way. Tamara reached Bianca and the helper and grabbed another side of the grill. Soon she was engrossed in her work. Somewhere in the back of her mind though Tamara knew she would relish the chance to be alone with Chris.













Chapter 4



A few hours later, at nearly 2pm, Tamara rode up the elevator to her sixth floor apartment. She was alone on the elevator and exhaustedly leaned against a wall. The night just wouldn't end. It took forever to get all the party supplies hauled inside and packed away. Just when that was over there was a minor emergency involving three angry roommates. Add the paper work from that little fiasco to two marijuana busts and it is amazing she got to leave when she did. 

The elevator stopped and the doors slid open with a ding that seemed louder than usual given the still and quiet. Tamara stepped off and took the few steps to her apartment door. It was at this moment that she remembered that Caleb and Chris were supposed to stop by for their reward. Oh no, she was way too tired to be cute and clever while fending off her feelings for Chris at the same time. She paused with the key hovering centimeters from the slot in the door, looking down the hall at Caleb's apartment. Maybe they went to bed. No way, Tam knew better than that. Young, healthy good looking college boys DID NOT go to bed early on Friday night. They could have found something else to do Tamara thought, as still poised in front of her door she considered going to their apartment. Nah, bad idea. Besides, they may not have even taken her offer that seriously. With that final thought she slid the key into the keyhole and turned the latch. She immediately went to the couch, put away her key and turned on the TV via remote control. She flipped through the channels until she came across a rerun of her favorite makeover show and leaned back. After zoning out for a few moments Tamara looked over to the bed and decided she was too tired to cross the few feet to it. Of course sleeping on the tiny couch was out. It was really more of a love seat and even at five foot three Tamara would have to curl up tightly to fit on it. Feeling the tension return Tam knew she had to do something quick. If she didn't relax and get to sleep soon she would never be able to get up in time to get to the school's computer lab early. The good seats were always gone by 10 am.




Sweet Temptation



Suddenly, Tam remembered her mom's old standby. Nothing unwinds you after a long day like a hot bath or shower. Tamara hoisted her tired body off the couch and headed for the bathroom. Hers was tiny, as she lived in a studio apartment but it was serviceable and kept clean. After turning on the shower to let the hot water get going she went back to the main room. There Tamara went to her chest of drawers and took out a white tank, fresh panties and a pair of soft cotton pink shorty shorts. Smiling because she knew she would be relaxed and comfortable soon she headed towards the shower.

Several long sudsy moments later Tamara emerged from her shower smiling and refreshed. Her hair was pined up but out of the bun. The tank clung to her wet body in places and the shorts hugged her curvy hips and bottom nicely.

Feeling good about herself and her day Tamara went to the fridge to get a drink before hitting the sack. Just as she was finishing up the chilled water there was a knock at the door. Startled, Tamara froze. They really decided to show up? Ever the modest one, Tamara desperately scanned the room for something to cover up with. Damn it! Why did she always save her laundry for Sunday? The knock came again, louder this time. Hurrying to the door Tamara decided to just try to use her arms and stay out of the light. She swung the door open and sure enough there stood Caleb and Chris. 

"Hi guys. Come on in," Tamara said standing back out of the way.

"Hey," replied Caleb. The boys filed in and headed towards her little sofa. 

"I can't believe you two are still up," Tamara said laughingly. Really she couldn't. Not only was the duo awake but lively and in high spirits. Probably more than high spirits, Tam thought to herself. Oh, to be young and have no bills.

"Trying to get out of feeding us, Tam" Caleb joked. "I can understand not wanting to feed this guy," he continued elbowing Chris in the side. "He eats me out of house and home on a regular basis. But I thought we were friends." 

He laughed and the two started rough housing a bit. They continued to talk and goof off. Since they were distracted Tamara didn't have to worry about hiding her plump breasts covered by the thin cotton of her tank. She went to the kitchen and went about packing up the brownies she had stored in the oven. As she worked she talked with the guys over the bar. She allowed her mind to wonder. How great would it be to be alone with Chris for a moment or even the entire night? She laughed to herself. That would never happen. She was sure he would much rather chase a cute little young thing than her. There was plenty of that type around here. She got the plate done and came back around the bar. 

"Here you go fellas. Thanks again for all the help. And I'm sorry I wasn't here at one o'clock. I didn't even get off until 1:30."

"No problem" Caleb replied. He had been staring at the TV but looked up at her for the plate when she held it out. When he did, he noticed Tamara's braless breasts but didn't let on. Hell, she might cover up. Chris was not as cool. He looked up and stared – couldn't seem to pull his eyes away in fact. Her breasts were full perky and capped with large dark nipples. The shadow of her areolas could be seen right through her shirt.

Tamara didn't notice and sat on the bed near the couch. They all continued to talk briefly. It wasn't until the guys were getting ready to go that Tamara remembered her braless state. She happened to be looking down as she stood and couldn't help but notice her large dark nipples straining against the fabric of her shirt. She was mortified. And it was much too late to try to cover up...she would just look like a hypocrite or worse a tease. Instead she decided to play it off.

"So, what are your plans for the rest of the night Caleb, Chris?" 

"We're gonna head to this bar downtown. They are open late and on Friday they have half price drafts. Matter of fact...he turned to Chris. Can you wait here? I gotta go up to the 10th floor and get my jacket from Steve's room. I'll be right back."

"Okay," Chris mumbled.

"I'll leave the door unlocked," Tamara said as she followed him to the door. She pressed the hidden lever inside the door that would keep the latch from locking and returned to the main room. She was excited and nervous all at once. Since meeting him she had dreamed about the chance to be alone with Chris. Now that it happened she couldn't think of what to do. She was glad she had on the sexy tank and shorts but still felt a little exposed. Besides that she had never been good at making the first move. She just went back to her seat on the bed and tried not to stare at Chris who had returned to his seat on the couch.

After an awkward moment she turned to him and spoke. "So, Chris, how have things been for you?"

Chris turned his full attention to her and it was a little startling. He had piercingly beautiful blue eyes. 

He shrugged, "Things are fine. I like my classes. I got a little part time job downtown. Things are good. My roommates are a pain though but not bad as some people's."

Grateful to have something in common to discuss and at ease in RA mode, Tamara chuckled.

"Tell me about it. That is one of the reasons I wanted to be an RA. Roommates suck."

They laughed together a moment and when they sobered down Chris continued to watch her. She noticed his gaze sometimes darted low but he didn't gawk. He merely took a quick glance then brought his gaze back to her eyes. How nice. That meant he wasn't a pig -- just a healthy young heterosexual male. Determined not to wimp out and cover up Tamara leaned back a bit using her hands to prop herself up. She knew this would stretch the fabric over her breasts, maybe even make it a bit more see through. Good. She hoped he noticed. Hoped it hurt. It would serve him right for keeping her horny and restless all these weeks.

Chris did notice but said nothing, although he did blush a bit. He picked up the conversation.

"So how long have you been an RA?"

"About a year now," Tamara replied.

"How do you like it?"

"It is good most of the time...," Tamara continued for a moment about Resident Assistant life while Chris tried hard not to let his eyes wander. With a small smile Tamara decided to up the ante. She crossed her smooth silky brown legs and bounced her tiny foot to some unknown rhythm. The movement immediately led Chris' eye down to her shapely thighs and calves. He even gazed at her little red tipped toes with interest. 'Got 'him,' Tamara inwardly smirked.

"And you get this apartment all to yourself? Chris asked

"Yep," Tamara replied. "All to myself."

"No roommates?"

"Nope, no roommates."

"Hmmm." Chris looked thoughtful but did not elaborate. 

Tamara wondered if he would take the bait. She wondered if it were foolish to try and seduce her resident's friend. She wondered if she could even keep up this vamp routine. It was so out of character but you know what they say. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. 

Tamara piped up again.

"It is so nice to have your privacy, you know? Especially after two years with roommates. It was so weird. They were constantly changing, you have to share everything, get used to new personalities. "And," Tam continued cutting a sly glance at Chris who seemed to be hanging on to every word, "you never had the freedom to be...spontaneous." She paused for dramatic effect. "You couldn't do anything without clearing it with two or three people first."

There was long pause and Tamara stopped and waited for Chris to say something.

He smiled and settling back into his sit he stared at her with heavy lids. "I guess that means you can do whatever you want, whenever you want."

Tamara nodded. 

"Must be nice," he said quietly.

He looked away back towards the TV. They fell silent, out of things to talk about. 

Geez...must be nice? Is that all she would get? What did she have to do, rip off her shirt and jump on his lap? Tamara wondered if he caught all the hidden meanings in her words then mentally kicked herself. Of course he did. He was 19, not stupid. For a moment he seemed interested then it was just...gone. Did she imagine it? Did he just not know how to proceed? Maybe he was intimidated. After all, she was not a giggly 18 year old waiting to be chosen by the coolest boy at school. She was a 25 year old woman. What should I do next she wondered as she turned towards the TV. 

She knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to go sit next to Chris on that cozy little couch. She wanted to whisper things to him, dirty exciting things that would get him hard and her wet. She wanted to wrap her arms around those broad shoulders and show him how to make her feel good. But that was an awfully bold step. What if she had read him wrong and he wasn't interested. What if he had merely been polite? And what about Caleb? Didn't he just go upstairs to get a jacket? He wouldn't be gone all night. And the only thing worse than Caleb catching her putting the moves on Chris would be getting caught putting the moves on Chris and being rejected.

She decided to be bold for once in her life. She would feel it out. She could tell if a guy was game. After all she was 25. If he seemed interested she'd let him know she was too. If not, then hey, what was the harm of sitting on her own couch in her own apartment?

Tamara got up and moved to the empty spot on the couch on Chris' left and to the right of the bed. She made some hasty excuse about straining her neck to see the TV.

For a few moments they sat in a companionable but wired silence.

Finally she turned to Chris.

"What else you got going on right now?"

"Nothing much," Chris started on about his game design classes and a club he had joined at school where he'd met most of his new friends.

Cutting him off, Tam piped up, "Any girls?"

At this Chris stumbled. "Huh?"

"Any girls there," Tamara continued. "Did you meet someone? Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Oh," Chris said softly. "No I don't have a girlfriend." Now he turned to her and watched her intently. 

"Why do you ask?"

He plays hardball, Tamara thought. No easy out here. She had hoped he would meet her halfway. Oh well, it was now or never.

"Well, I was just thinking"...big pause.

"Yeah?" Chris seemed eager.

"Since that day Caleb introduced us...I...well," Tamara brought a hand up to his shoulder and twirled a finger over his shirt. "I really like you...and...well..."

After watching her finger move over his chest and shoulder for a moment, Chris covered her hand with his own large one and held on to it.

"Well, what Tam?" he asked, using her nickname for the first time.

They gazed into each others eyes for a moment and then Caleb barged through the unlocked apartment door. 

"I'm back" he yelled from the entrance.

The spell was broken. Chris pulled away from her and turned towards his friend's voice. Caleb walked into the main room and looked at the two of them. 

"Sorry it took so long. He turned to Chris. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah," Chris got up and went to join Caleb.

Well that's over, thought Tam. Geez. Do all guys run hot and cold like this or just 19 year olds? She pasted on a smile.

"Let me walk you to the door."

They headed back towards Tamara's door and just as Caleb and Chris stepped out Chris snapped his fingers.

"Forgot the brownies," he exclaimed softly.

He turned back into the apartment where Caleb left the plate earlier. Tamara moved back against the wall to let him pass. Caleb who was already out in the hallway continued to the elevators as the door swung closed. Chris picked up the plate and came back. When he got close to Tamara he leaned in close and bending down caught her lips in a brief but warm soft kiss. She was so surprised she didn't have a chance to kiss him back. He didn't say a word, just bounded back out the door and to the elevators where Caleb was holding the doors open.

"Night Taaaam," he called grinning cheekily as the doors closed behind Chris.

Dazed from the kiss, Tamara's brain must have gone on autopilot since she managed to wave goodbye. Slowly, she pushed wide the partially open door, fixed the hidden latch then closed and locked her apartment door. Standing there in the narrow hallway she brought her fingers up to her lips. She couldn't believe it. He kissed her. She wasn't even sure he liked her and was beginning to fell like a fool for carrying on the way she did tonight. But...he kissed her. A broad smile spread across Tamara's face. She went about turning out the lights and TV then climbed into bed. She wondered when she would get a chance to meet up with Chris again, preferably without Caleb. Well, one good thing about college life was that weekends seemed to go on forever. Anything could happen. With that final thought she turned on her side and drifted off to sleep.













Chapter 5

Two nights later, during the last hour of Tamara's evening shift, Caleb came to the front desk to sign in a guest. Tamara looked up into Chris' smiling face.

"Hey Tam," Caleb smiled. "Gonna sign in a guest."

"Okay," Tamara replied as she reached for the guest book. She turned to Chris. "Hey Chris," she said softly.

"Hey, Tam," Chris smiled back.

Caleb looked between the two of them with a bit of a smirk but said nothing. He handed over his and Chris' ID and after Tamara signed them both in they headed to the elevators. Tamara and Chris didn't say anything else to each other but she noticed that Chris held her gaze as the elevator doors closed.

Yes! Tamara thought to herself. Now if she could just find a way to get him away from Caleb for a few hours. She looked at the clock on far end of the desk. 5:09 pm. She got off at six. Just 50 minutes. She had less than an hour to figure out a way to get Chris alone and hopefully naked. She got wet just thinking about it. Damn, it was gonna be a long hour.









Chapter 6

Tamara was busy scribbling last minute notes when she heard the voice of one of the other RAs talking to security. She looked up at them then over at the clock – 6:01. Her shift had ended and she was free for the rest of the night. She gathered her things, made small talk with the RA who was relieving her for a few minutes then headed towards the elevator. As she rode up she thought excitedly about how to track down Chris. Getting rid of Caleb might be easy – if he knew what she wanted. After all, guys would do anything to help their male friends get laid. However she wanted to be discreet. She didn't want the other residents, not even Caleb all up in her business. There was an electronic "ding" as she reached the 6th floor and the elevator swayed to a halt. The doors slid open and Tamara exited. She entered her apartment, sat down her things and went to get a drink. She felt a little peckish and scanned the few items in her fridge. Then she decided against eating. She didn't know how the night would end for sure but if there was a chance she would have sex, she would rather not have a full tummy. Instead she finished her juice and went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. 

As the warm water cascaded over her body she imagined Chris' hands replacing her own. She just couldn't help herself. Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back and slid her soapy fingers over her body. Up and down her arms she spread the fragrant soap. She lathered her neck and then moved to her breasts. She circled them again and again, lifting and squeezing. She pinched her nipples and moaned softly. Next her hands moved lower, gliding over her soft tummy and smoothing over her hips. Her left hand moved back and over her bottom while the right moved to cup her sex. She gave herself a soft squeeze and moaned again. As she parted her plump pussy lips she imagined Chris' fingers running over her clit. She imagined him kneeling in front of her in the shower, bringing his mouth to her sex and snaking his tongue over her, in her. She moved her slippery fingers faster and her breathing sped up. In her steamy shower fantasy Chris stands and pushes her up against the tiled wall and lifts her left leg. She reaches down between them to stroke his hard thick dick before sliding it in. It is so good. They hold each other close under the spray of the water and strain towards mutual satisfaction. In reality Tamara spreads her legs a bit wider. Her right hand is working furiously now and she can't tell how much of the wetness between her thighs is her own or from the shower. Her head is thrown back, her back is arched and her breasts thrust forward. Her left hand has moved back up to hold her left breast. Moaning louder now and so close to her orgasm she began to squeeze her nipple in time with the movements of her other hand. That sent her over the edge. With a gasp her head fell forward. Her pussy pulsed as wave after of wave of pleasure spread from her core and throughout her body. 

Tamara opened her eyes and leaning against the tiles took a moment to catch her breath. Wow. If the fantasies about Chris were that hot I wonder what the real thing is like. Guess I'll go find out she grinned. She quickly finished her shower. Then she stepped out and dried off. Taking extra care she pinned her hair up to look sexily tousled. Next she smoothed on lotion in a scent matching the soap. She marched naked into the main room to her dresser. There she took out a sexy bra and panty set and a sundress. The dress was a red cotton jersey, nice enough to catch a man's eye but plain enough to wear everyday. Tam thought it was perfect. She wanted to look good but not like she was trying too hard. 

When she finished dressing she went back to the bathroom where her only mirror rested on the wall above the sink. She took in her appearance and liked what she saw. Then her stomach grumbled. Damn. It looked like she would have to eat something after all. She grabbed some lose change and headed out the door to the elevator. She would get a light snack from the vending machine just off the lobby.

Tamara stepped off the elevator on the ground floor and cut a path through the lobby to the huge hallway where the vending machines and pay phones were kept. One machine vended snacks. The other two were for soda. She stood in front of the snack machine and tried to decide what to get. Just as she decided on the peanut butter crackers she heard a voice call out.

"Hey Tam," Chris called from the opposite end of the hallway. The end he entered from led to the stairs most people chose not to use.

Tam brightened. "Hi Chris. What are you up to?" Tamara smiled at him taking in his masculine frame and handsome face. As he approached her gaze shifted down to his large hands and remembered her earlier fantasy and what she imagined Chris' fingers doing. Her face felt warm and she thanked the heavens that her skin couldn't betray her blush.

"Not much," he grinned back. "Just came down for a snack." He stopped right in front of her. "You look nice." His gaze traveled over her body and back up to her face.

Tamara was pleased and grinned up at him. "Thank you. I'm finally off work and decided to get out a bit or maybe visit friends. Speaking of friends, where is Caleb? Didn't he sign you in earlier?"

Rolling his eyes, Chris replied, "Caleb left about 20 minutes ago. Some girl called him and he took off. So I'm just gonna hang out in his room for a while."

"Oh," Tamara replied. As an RA she knew she should take them to task about breaking policy and leaving a guest unattended. However, as a horny young woman Tamara saw this as grand opportunity.

"Aaww that jerk – leaving his friend all alone like that." Tam pouted a bit.

Chris shrugged. "It's no big deal. Besides, it is nice to get some peace and quiet. There is always someone at my place."

"I see," Tam said. She stepped a little closer and spoke softly. "Well, if you want some company you can hang out in my room. There is plenty of peace and quiet there...among other things."




Sweet Temptation



Chris who had been listening all along seemed to really perk up at that last bit. Maybe he didn't expect her to move so fast or be so bold but he had no problems with a woman who knew what she wanted.

"I'd like that," he said. "What time?"

Taking his hand Tamara replied, "How about now?" 

Chris seemed to acquiesce and they headed back for the elevator. They rode up to the sixth floor in silence and when the elevator stopped, moved straight for Tamara's door. 

When they were inside, Tamara tossed the crackers on the dresser and motioned towards the little couch.

"Have a sit. Make yourself comfortable."

Chris went over to the couch and sat. He watched her expectantly but Tamara refused to rush. Now that she had him she planned to keep him for as long as she could.

"Would you like a drink? I have juice, and a couple of Cokes."

"No thanks," Chris answered politely. "I'm not really thirsty. I am a little hungry though."

"Oh yeah," Tamara called. "What for," she asked as she scanned the fridge absently.

"Take a wild guess."

At that Tamara looked up. She was a little surprised that Chris, who was normally reserved, had spoken so boldly. But that was great. That meant he wanted to get down to business. Her entire body positively tingled. Closing the fridge she gave him a sultry smile and walked over to the couch.

Tamara sat down next to Chris and scooted in close.

"Why don't you tell me about it?"

Chris captured her face gently in his hands and kissed her soundly. His mouth was warm and his lips soft. Tamara parted her lips and his tongue slipped in. They explored each other, their lips touching their tongues tasting. When Tamara began to feel like she might pass out from lack of oxygen she pushed against his hard chest and gasped in a big breath. Hot damn.

"I thought it would be better if I just showed you," Chris said softly. His forehead rested against hers and he still cupped her face.

Tamara looked up and smiled. Giving him a quick peck she replied, "Well said."

Chris chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. Tamara's arms went about his neck and they kissed again. This time Chris pulled Tamara across his lap so they could make out more comfortably and so he could hold her closer. She was so soft and yet so firm. She smelled great, like she just stepped out of the shower. He couldn't believe how sexy she looked in that simple red dress. She was gorgeous. The red really flattered her brown skin. He couldn't believe this beautiful sexy older woman wanted him. He knew he was a good looking guy but had only made it with girls his age. And they were nothing like Tamara. She was hard working, confident and fine as hell. He felt her breasts flatten against his chest. He touched as much of her skin as he could. It was hot and smooth as silk. Her legs were firm but covered with the same silky skin. He ran a rough hand over her thigh and around to that amazing ass. He couldn't get a good grip because she was sitting but just the thought of her plump round little butt made him harder. When Tamara wiggled her soft little bottom against his erection he groaned against her lips.

That is when she broke the kiss. Tamara leaned back and reached for the hem of Chris' shirt. 

"Let's get you out of this." When the shirt cleared his head and shoulders her eyes greedily drank in the sight of Chris' muscled chest. Just as she imagined. He was broad with nicely developed pecs and chiseled abs. He had flat brown nipples that immediately drew her hand. She pinched and plucked at them, making him moan. She rubbed all over reveling in the texture of his warm skin and soft blonde chest hair. Bringing her hands up to his shoulders she leaned in for another kiss. 

Now it was Chris' turn to explore. One hand stayed glued to Tamara's back. The other hand slid under her dress to feel more of her thigh. Guessing his destination, Tamara tilted a bit so that Chris could capture one incredibly soft butt cheek. He kneaded and stroked. Meanwhile he alternated between kissing Tam's lips, neck and shoulders. Suddenly he scooted towards the edge of the couch and stood Tam up between his legs.

"Let's get you out of this," he said echoing Tamara's words. He put his hands back on her thighs on either side of her body. This time when he slid his hands up, he took her red dress with him. When he reached her waist Tamara took over and grasping the hem, pulled the dress up over her head. She stood before him in the lacey black bra and matching boy short panties. She had a pair of lace bikinis that matched too but knew the boy short made her ass look delectable. 

Chris was hypnotized and couldn't decide where to look first. Instead he chose to touch and ran his hands all over. He caressed her arms, up to her shoulders then down her back. He briefly cupped her buttocks than came around her waist to the front of her body and slid his hands up until he captured her breasts. Through the thin lace fabric he weighed them, squeezed and stroked. He was firm yet gentle. Tamara was surprised a guy his age had such finesse. Lucky her.

Chris lingered over her breasts. He stroked and pinched her nipples. He had dreamed about those large dark silver dollar sized nipples since Friday night. They both moaned a little. Unable to wait anymore to taste her he pulled her close, tugged the straps of her bra down to expose her breasts. He leaned forward, took one soft sweet nipple into his mouth and sucked.

Tamara felt electricity streak from her nipple straight to her pussy. Her panties dampened. She brought her hands up to cradle Chris' blonde head. She moaned. It felt so good. His mouth was hot and wet - the suction just right. By now both nipples were pebble hard. 

Chris switched to the other milk chocolate tipped beauty and suckled greedily. He was so turned on. He hoped he didn't move to fast or lose himself and get to rough. He had been with a few girls but didn't dare to consider himself as experienced as Tamara must be. Not wanting to mess this up he decided to simply take his cues from her. She was a girl who knew what she wanted and he suspected she would tell him so. He snuck a peak at Tam's face. Her eyes were closed but her mouth was open. She was panting a bit and he stared at her full pouty lips. He liked that she didn't wear lots of make up, just a little tinted gloss. He was torn between wanting to kiss her mouth and wanting to kiss her breasts. Firmly holding her about the waist he stared at her mouth and imagined her kissing him, her plump little mouth closed around his dick licking and sucking. The thought literally made his dick jump in his pants and he sucked her nipple a little harder.

Tamara gasped. That hurt a bit but it felt good too. Mmmm, a little pleasure a little pain. She didn't mind if Chris got a tiny bit rough. She opened her eyes and looked down right into his. So intense. He let go of her nipple and pulled her down for a kiss. His hands trailed up her back and undid the hooks on her bra. Tamara straightened to let it fall to the floor. Chris reached for her hips but before he could grab her panties Tamara hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slid them down. Chris leaned back to watch. He gulped audibly as he took in her moist sex. Tamara was groomed well, all the hair removed except for a sparse narrow strip in the middle. He could easily see her slit and her arousal swollen pussy lips. The juices that clung to her made her flesh glisten enticingly. God, he wanted to taste her. He didn't know if that would be okay with her though so decided to wait.

Tamara felt so powerful, like some mythical sex goddess. This virile young man could not take his eyes off her. She had the feeling both their parents could barge into the room and he wouldn't notice. To add to the show she slid her hands from her thighs, over her curvy hips and up to cup her full breasts. She pinched and tugged the nipples a bit letting a soft moan escape her lips.

Chris continued to watch, mesmerized. He didn't realize it but when Tam pulled on her nipples he moaned too. If this went on much longer he would blow his stack right there in his pants. God that would be humiliating. So he stood, a bit suddenly, forcing Tam to take a couple steps back. Chris reached for his waist and undid the buckle on his belt and then the fly on his jeans. They fell to the floor. He was now down to his plain white boxers. Before he could tug them off too Tamara reached for him. She pressed her palm against the bulge in his shorts and squeezed. Chris froze. When her hand started to stroke up and down, alternating between gentle tugs Chris groaned. His head feel back. For a moment he allowed himself to enjoy her gentle ministrations. 

Tamara eyed Chris slyly. She measured his dick with her hands. Hmmm, she thought, at least 8 inches. Thick too. Hallelujah. She knew he probably would not be able to take much more but could not let the chance to taste him pass her by. She wasn't sure how much time they had but she wanted to make the most of it. With that in mind she pulled down his shorts. Chris felt the cool air on his hot flesh then Tam's hands were back. She stroked and squeezed his turgid flesh and he let her.

Quietly Tamara got down on her knees and brought Chris' magnificent hardness towards her mouth. Anticipation was everything so for a moment she merely held him close to her lips. When Chris felt Tamara's warm breath on his dick his eyes flew open. He looked down to find the brown skinned beauty kneeling between his legs her delicate little hands wrapped around his dick. That sight alone nearly undid him. She held him close to her lips and when she saw that she had his attention she leaned forward.

Chris tried to stop her. He wasn't sure he could take it but all he got out was a strangled cry. Keeping eye contact, Tamara closed her beautiful lips around the head of his dick and sucked hard. She ran her tongue all around it, removed it from her mouth and licked the shaft on all sides. 

Chris let his head fall back again. Good God she was going to kill him. He stared at the ceiling as Tamara proceeded to alternately lick, suck and tug at his pulsing erection. Within minutes his was shaking and groaning loudly. He felt himself getting close but was helpless to stop her. 

Luckily Tamara knew how close he was and stopped. Oh no, cowboy she thought to herself. You're not getting off that easily. Tamara grinned realizing the pun she had just made. She got to her feet and pressing herself as close to Chris as possible she pulled his face down for a scorching kiss. She knew she needed to give him a chance to calm down a bit. She broke the kiss and looked up at him. He stared back wordlessly, obediently awaiting her next move. 

Tamara realized he was still wearing his glasses and so was she. She reached up to remove his, "Let me take those for you," she whispered. She folded them gently and walked over to the dresser. She sat his glasses there then removed her own and placed them with his. The whole time Chris watched letting his eyes roam over her body. Appreciatively he took in the gentle curve of her back, that delectable ass and strong thighs. He felt himself calming down a bit and thanked whatever sex gods existed. He did not want to make a fool of himself with this beautiful woman.

Tamara turned back to Chris. When she reached him she took his hand and helped him step out of his pants and boxers. Then she led him to her bed. She lay down and looked up at him. "Touch me Chris. I want you to touch and kiss me all over." Chris intended to do just that. He sat next to her, his weight making the mattress dip. He leaned down to kiss her, slowly sensually. He explored her mouth with his tongue, touching her gums and even her teeth. He nibbled the corners of her mouth and sucked her lower lip. With his own, he stroked her tongue, in much the same way he planned to stroke her pussy later.

Getting comfortable he stretched out next to her. He moved lower, kissing and nibbling her neck. Chris kissed her shoulders and the upper globes of her breasts. He avoided the tips knowing that would drive her crazy. He may be young but he knew how to tease to. Meanwhile he let his hands wander. They moved over her tummy, skipped her aching pussy and continued to her thighs. Soon Tamara got a little frustrated. He could tell by her ragged whimpers and the way she squirmed under him. Finally taking pity on his luscious little love goddess he took a turgid nipple into his mouth. At the same time he brought his hand between her thighs. He skipped the cupping, immediately slipping his middle finger between her slick folds. 

Tamara bucked at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. She cried out. She held his head close and fought the urge to desperately pump against his hand. Chris switched to her other breast. His finger sought out and found her clit. It was swollen and slippery wet. He groaned. God she was hot. He stroked her little nubbin, his finger sliding easily between her damp nether lips. He didn't think it possible but his dick got harder.

Tamara opened her eyes and stared dazedly at the ceiling. Now it was her turn to wander how much she could take. She was so turned on. One would think the little episode in her shower earlier tonight would have taken the edge off but one would be wrong. She opened her mouth, intending to demand that Chris fuck her but before she could utter a word he claimed her lips. The boy sure could kiss and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her demand was momentarily forgotten. 

Chris continued to stroke her. He sensed she was getting close and idly wondered how many times he could make her cum before he came himself. He decided to try it. He wanted to please her, make the night memorable. He spread her legs wider and continued to ply her pussy with his fingers. He used his two middle fingers to circle her clit, faster and faster. All the while he kissed her. Tamara moaned and lifted her hips to meet his hand in spite of herself. Chris held her close with his other arm. He kept one leg thrown across one of hers to keep her legs open like he wanted. Suddenly Tamara's arms tightened around his neck. She moaned loudly into his mouth and her body shook all over. Fresh juices flooded Chris' hand and dampened the bed.

Tamara couldn't believe it. Chris' fingers brought her to orgasm much like she had imagined earlier that night. It felt so damn good. Her pussy spasmed and gushed and all the while his fingers continued to move over her clit. When she finally stopped shaking she broke the kiss. She watched him a little wondrously. He smiled at her. Then she felt his finger head a little lower toward her slick opening. 

Chris watched her eyes as he circled the entrance to her sex with his middle finger. He wanted desperately to touch her like this but didn't want to do something she wouldn't like. He carefully watched her face. When she made no negative signs he gently pushed his finger into her. He saw her eyes change and her mouthed open. He worked his finger back and forth and soon Tam was panting again. 

She closed her eyes and turned her face away, moaning loudly. He leaned in to kiss her neck. He whispered how beautiful she looked spread out for him. When Chris tried to insert a second finger Tamara squeezed her thighs closed, trapping his hand. She turned back to him.

"Chris, please," she whispered. "Fuck me. Please...now." At those words his dick jumped again. He had never had a girl beg him to fuck her. 

"Okay," he whispered back. "But first..."

Chris' voice trailed off. He got up off the bed and Tamara wondered what he was up to. Bending at the waist, Chris grasped Tam's hips and turned her to lie sideways across the bed. He pulled her toward him until her legs hung of the bed and her hips met the edge. He kneeled on the floor between her knees and looked up at her. "I have to taste you first." With that he lowered his head and licked her. His tongue wiggled between her lips and teased at her clit. 

Tamara moaned, loudly this time. She didn't even consider asking him to stop. Her hips bucked trying to stay in contact with his hot mouth. Chris put one hand on her stomach and used the other to part her pussy. Tamara hooked her legs over his shoulders. He licked and sucked at her like a man starving. He found her opening and tongued it mercilessly. Occasionally he peeked up at Tam to see what effect he was having. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth open in a soundless gasp. Her back was arched and this thrust her breasts upward. He moved the hand resting on her tummy to her breast and squeezed. She moaned louder. "Please, oh please." She whimpered

Chris brought both hands back down to her hips to hold her steady. He stopped licking and closed his mouth over her clit and sucked. Tamara's bucking became frantic. She grew closer and closer to climax. Her panting came out 'Oh, Oh, Oh." She seemed to hover for several moments. Wanting to give her ultimate pleasure, Chris brought one hand down, turned it palm up and continuing to suck at her clit, pushed his two big middle fingers into her sopping pussy. That last move was all it took to give her an earth shattering climax.

Tamara nearly screamed. "Aaaaah" she cried out. Her pussy clenched around those stroking fingers and her clit throbbed out the beat of her orgasm. The first waves were strong and fast. They made her whole body jerk. 

Chris watched her body quiver and shake, felt her hot wet pussy clamping down on his fingers. He licked her with his tongue and stroked her with his fingers until the very end. When she was still and quiet he raised his head and removed his wet fingers. He gave her plump pussy a little kiss, kissed her tummy and then her mouth. Chris straightened her body on the bed then joined her. He climbed between her legs, being careful to rest some of his weight on his elbows. Her eyes were closed but she was very aware of him. She wrapped her arms around him and lifted her knees to grant him better entry. 

Chris groaned at the feel of her hot dampness. He grasped his aching dick and guided the head to her hot pussy. They both gasped when he slipped inside. His passage was easy (damn she was so wet) but her channel was tight so he slid the rest of the way in slowly.

Tamara couldn't believe how good he felt. He was so fucking big – stretching her open, spreading her pussy. If she wasn't so wet this might hurt. He was gentle too-pushing forward slowly and with care. She whimpered. He had buried himself in her as deeply as he could. He paused, savoring the feeling. He was hot and hard as steel. She could feel his arms shaking. She cupped his face and brought it down so she could kiss his lips. "Please," she whimpered. "Please Chris."

Her whispering his name like that did it. He started to move -- faster than he originally planned but not too fast. Tamara rocked her hips in time with his rhythm. She loved how she could feel every single inch of him sliding in and out of her. She loved the feeling of their naked skin rubbing together, hot and sweaty. She hiked her legs higher and wrapped them around his narrow hips. 

That move pushed him in deeper and Chris groaned like a grizzly against her neck. Fuck, she was so tight and wet and HOT. It was the best pussy he had ever had in his life. He started to pump her faster. She kept up with him, using the strength in her legs to lift herself and slide up his dick. 

Just as Chris began to notice how she seemed to get hotter and wetter Tam screamed.

"Aaaahhhh. Oh, fuck! Yes...yes, yes." She clung to him tightly, bucking her hips wildly. Her pussy clamped down on his dick and seemed to suck him in. This triggered his own orgasm and he propped himself up on his hands pumping into her madly.

His balls tightened and he tingled from the tip of his toes to tip of his dick. He sucked in a breath between his teeth then opened his eyes. With a harsh cry he felt the first spasm rock his body. He shook violently, his back hunched as he continued to fuck Tamara's pussy. They both felt rope after thick rope of hot cum jet into her. With the last few spasms Chris collapsed on top of her and she hugged him close. They both gasped for air. They were both sweaty and exhausted. Chris was still trembling.




Sweet Temptation



After several long moments Tamara made a funny sort of noise and pushed at him. Chris leaned up and saw that she wanted him to move. Hell, he had probably crushed her. He did outweigh her by nearly 100 pounds.

He rolled off her then scooted close and waited. What would she say? Did she like it or had he been second rate?

Tamara took a deep breath now that she could. Whoo, he was a big boy! Sometimes after sex with a new guy things felt awkward but this time she just felt...great. She was sated and tired but in a good way. She rolled on her side and kissed Chris' shoulder then his chest. She put an arm around him and hugged. 

"Well, I guess that answers that," Chris mumbled.

"Answers what?" Tamara looked up at him.

"Whether or not you enjoyed that or were about to throw me out for wasting your time," he grinned and hugged back.

Tamara grinned too and stretched up to kiss his lips. 

"Don't worry, stud. That was damn near perfect. I feel great." She wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed. For a moment he squeezed back then ran his hands up and down her back, over her bottom. The lay their together like that for a while. The silence was broken by the sound of Tamara's tummy growling.

"Oh no," she said slapping a hand over her abdomen. Chris chuckled and looked at her.

"Forgot to eat today?"

"No I was just too excited to eat. When I got off work I was planning to come find you."

"Oh," Chris looked a little surprised. Then he looked pleased and a little smug.

Tamara smacked his chest with the back of her hand. "Oh stop it. Don't get cocky."

They laughed together and got up to find their clothes. As they dressed Chris offered to buy dinner...or at least help buy dinner. He only had 10 bucks. Tamara told him that was great. She had a ten too. They could go half and half on a pizza and wings. 

They got comfortable on the little love seat and Tamara called for take out. Meanwhile Chris found something to watch on the TV. As he flipped through the channels Tamara worked up her courage for the daunting task of asking him the next big question. What now? There was only one way to find out. As she hung up with the pizza place she turned to Chris and started up the conversation.

"So Chris, where do we go from here?"

Chris was a little taken aback, not used to a girl being so direct. He remembered that Tam was a bit older. He figured that she would spell out her needs without pause. He decided to be honest and whatever happened, happened. Turning towards her he said, "Well, I'm not exactly looking for a girlfriend. I mean, school and work take up just about all my time." He paused for a second to gauge her reaction. 

Tamara liked where this was going. She had no time for a relationship either, especially with a 19 year old. Of course she didn't want to come off like a jerk and tell him that. Yes I like to fuck you but you're too young to be my boyfriend. She did however want to keep seeing Chris – when she had a need.

"That's okay, Chris. I understand."

He looked relieved. Grabbing her hand he continued.

"I do like you though Tam - a lot."

Tamara smiled. "I like you to. That's why I wanted to ask...if maybe...we could still see each other sometimes. I mean – I know neither of us has time for a relationship but that doesn't mean we can't still get together sometimes, right? You're here all the time anyway. Maybe you could just stop by for a visit sometimes." Tamara tilted her head to one side, "Know what I mean?"

Chris smiled, a big doofus-y 19 year old boy smile, a smile Tam found adorable. He leaned down and gave her lips a soft kiss.

"Yeah, I know whatcha mean," he replied.

They sat together in companionable silence, watching TV and waiting for the pizza delivery man.



Chapter 7

On Monday Tamara ran into Caleb in the hallway after morning classes. They were both headed for the elevator. 

"Hey Tam," Caleb called out.

"Hey Caleb," Tamara replied. "How was your weekend?" she asked cheekily, remembering how he got called away by his lady friend.

Caleb motioned for them to take the stairs so they veered around the large groups waiting for the elevator and headed towards the stairwell at the back of the building. When they were alone he turned to Tamara, grinning.

"The real question here is how was your weekend?" He watched her carefully.

Immediately suspicious of her jokester friend Tam replied guardedly. "What do you mean?"

"I mean did you and that muscle head finally hook up or what," Caleb asked matter-of-factly.

As they bounded down the stairs Tamara forgot to watch her step. Instead she stared at Caleb, her mouth hanging open. Caleb raised his eyebrows, waiting for an answer. He couldn't hold the expression long though. The look on her face made him laugh.  

Tamara wasn't sure what to think. Had Chris been running his mouth or had she simply been that transparent? Or – had Caleb set her up? She sputtered out a reply. "I...what do you mean? H-How did you...?"

Caleb paused at the next landing. Leaning against the railing he shook his head in amusement. "Tam, Tam, Tam," he tsked. "You two were so pathetic. You would have never gotten together on your own." 

Looking pleased with himself, Caleb made a show of smoothing his hair and straightening his shirt. "Luckily for you I was there to make sure you couldn't help but run into each other. The rest was up to you." 

Caleb repositioned his back pack and leaned close to Tamara. Her mouth was still hanging open and Caleb put a hand under her chin to push it closed. Then he winked and said, "You're welcome."

He turned quickly and bounded down the last flight of stairs. Tamara remained where she was in shock. Then a big grin spread across her face. Some friend, she thought in amusement. Every girl should be so lucky. 

She hurried down the stairs and out the door to find Caleb waiting with Chris and the busty brunette from the elevator. She must be the one who called him away Sunday night. When she reached them she gave Caleb a playful swat and hooked her arm through Chris'. The four went off in search of lunch.



Sweet Temptation at the Workplace



Since the first time I came across her she was the sexiest woman I ever seen. I was alone in the break room at the office job I work at, since most everyone else ate lunch at the surrounding fast food places. I'm Joseph Sanchez, an average lookin guy that worked at this call center for a few months now and was still learning the ropes on helping people pay their water bills. 

There were a couple of cuties to look at like Mariah and Trish... But then SHE walked in to heat up her lunch. And she just blew me away. 

This tall gorgeous woman stepped into the room, breaking the silence each time her heels hit the floor. She placed her meal into the microwave and waited for it to warm up, standing with her back turned to me. 

The other girls were cute.. But this girl... She redefined the hot sexy office woman look. Now we all had to wear work clothes, save for Casual Fridays but this one... Her body was so amazing, it only further accentuated her figure. 

She wore a thin black jacket over her white dress shirt and black dress pants. I'd say she was about 5'8 but it was hard to tell since she wore heels. She had a slightly thick hourglass figure with nice long legs and while those pants might have been loose on anyone else, she had the nice big round ass to properly fill them out. Her chest was also a delightful d cup that felt like they wanted to bust out of her shirt at any given moment. 

She had long glorious wavy dark hair that went down a little below the shoulders. She also had lovely green eyes and while even though she looked serious, she still looked sexy as all hell. But man.. Her ass... It was like the kind of tight sexy ass you'd see on tv or a magazine, not on a typical woman you'd actually run into in real life. I was getting hard just staring at her as she was counting down the final seconds in the microwave timer. 

I snapped back to reality, looking back at my own meal, a burger my girlfriend made me as this dream girl got her food. Yes, I had someone, but I figured looking never hurt. She grabbed her tray and walked past me, so I scooted my chair up to give her room to pass. 

She lightly said "You're fine." In the cutest voice I ever heard and she sat across from me to eat her meal. I really didn't know what to say to her. I didn't know anything about her except she was hot and I was awkward around women I didn't know. I could pal around with Trish just fine, but we got to know each other during training. Breaking the ice was always the hardest... And this girl... Well she looked like she wouldn't even waste the time to talk to an average shmuck like me. 

My lunch was almost over and I had to go back to the phones, but I'd never imagine the story would end there. As I headed back to my cubicle, I ran into Roger, a guy that's been there for years and worked both floors. Typical looking skinny guy with a beard and pony tail. 

"Yo Roger, who's that in the break room eating her food?"

Roger took a little peak, "Oh you mean Becky? What about her?"

"Nothing. Just never seen her before."

"Well that would be because she works for the electric company upstairs. That and she kinda keeps to herself."

"Oh. She seems cool."

Roger replied, "Well she has her talkative moments when she wants to but there's times she kinda wants to be left alone. Why are you suddenly so interested in Becky? You like her?"

"No... I don't even know her. I was just wondering who she was cuz I never saw her before."

Roger smirked, "Wouldn't blame you if you did. She's damn fine, isn't she? Between you and me, if I wasn't married, I'd be plowing that ass every night."

That last part kinda knocked me back since he usually was t that vulgar. "What about your wife?"

"Hey, what I do with my wife stays between me and my wife, Joe. I love my wife. I think she's hot. But I mean... She's no Becky Clemens, ya know?"

He was right. His wife was pretty cute and she was totally bangable, even after having 2 kids... But she wasn't this girl.

"Heh yeah. Well, see ya man. My lunch break is almost over."

I went back to work and that was that. I went back to my regular life and really didn't give this living fantasy much thought. It wasn't til a week later that I would be hanging outside with Trish during our lunch break that saw Becky again. And man, did I ever see her.

Now with casual clothes, she was wearing a yellow tee and some tight dark grey jeans. Man did she ever pack those jeans. She had her back turned to me as she watched her phone, and I just kept staring at her perfect ass, tuning out whatever Trish was talking about. I just wanted to spread this bitch's cheeks and dive right in. I also noticed that in regular shoes she was just a tad taller than my 5'6 self. 

"Hey are you listening to me? Or are you spend the last few minutes of our break oogling that girl's ass?"

I snapped out of my trance and snapped back at Trish. Geez, couldn't you have said it any louder? I wanted to complain but she was a pretty loud 'tell it like it is' kinda girl' and I really didn't want her repeating herself in case Becky overheard. 

"I... I wasn't staring.... I don't even know her. So what were you saying about your ex?"

Trish was taller than me, heels or not, not that she'd ever wear any, and had long auburn colored hair. She was wearing a tight red top just barely hugging a nice rack and slightly loose jeans. She was a bit on the thick side and most of that thickness kinda went to the waist down, but not enough for one to call her 'fat'. If anything that big ass of hers made her jeans a little less looser in that particular area. 

"As I was saying, that bastard starting going out with my best friend from high school. Literally went to the place he knows I always go to when I want to relax to show her off. As if I gave a crap. I am so over him. And Connie? I haven't seen her ass in years and now she shows up, rubbing the fact that she's banging my ex in my face? Psssh! Whatever. She can enjoy my leftovers!"

As she rambled on about why the guy she once dated was the scum of the earth, Becky wrapped up her text break and started heading back inside. I could have sworn she have me a quick look as she walked past me... But yeah right, I was probably imagining it. As for Trish, she was cute in her own right and I wouldn't mind slamming the sense out of her one night if it would shut her out. Sure sounded like she needed a hard fuck. 

The rest of the day was uneventful until my last 15 of the day. I was chilling with Roger joking about old movies while other people, Becky included, went about their business. After 2 minutes most people left and I decided to grab an extra drink from the vending machine at the other side of the room. As I was deciding what to get, Becky was now standing behind me, getting change from her purse. I stepped aside and gestured that she could go before me. 

She smiled at me and said "No, you're fine. After all I don't think you want to spend the last few minutes of your break oogling some girl's ass."

I didn't know what to say and her smile was gone. She was staring right at me. I couldn't read her face, was she offended or just giving me crap? Her face was a blank stare right into my very soul. She then raised a brow and motioned her head towards the machine as if to say 'well?'.

I awkwardly said "um sorry...." and picked some jalapeño chips out of the vending machine. I felt so awkward and could sense her eyes burning holes on my back as I walked away. 

That night I couldn't get her out of my mind. I had a small dinner, some pork chops and mashed potatoes on the side. I lived in a small cozy 2 floor apartment, upstairs, and sat on my tv chair ready to just unwind. I heard the doorbell and got up to see who it is. It was Kayla, my redhead girlfriend, and she had that look on her eye. 

We've both been so busy with our jobs, we hardly had time to see each other anymore. Whenever our schedules would match we'd take the chance to either spend the day together for a date... Or we'd just get down to fuck like crazy all night. The look on her face told me she was up for the second choice. 

Kayla was an adorable cutie with red curls trailing down either side and seductive green eyes. Right now she was wearing a casual red flower shirt and cream colored pants. She was a tad on the thin side but still had a nice little set of tits and a cute little ass. 

She had smooth milky skin that clashed with my darker tone, but there was just something attractive about sticking my dark cock into her pale pussy. 

She walked over and wrapped her arms around me, "hey hot stuff.... Are you in the mood to finish the night the right way?" 

I smirked at her and looked into her eyes ,"Mmmm and what you consider the right way Kayla?"

"Well... We could slip into more comfortable clothes... And hang out in your bedroom... Maybe relax and watch some tv... I can give you a good back massage to release your stress...."

She leaned in and whispered in my ear ,"Or if you want I can suck your cock until you release your stress down my throat."

I smiled ,"Mmmm that second choice sounds so much better."

She reached down my pants and gave my cock a squeeze, "mmmm I think so. Or maybe we can just skip to the part where you fuck your girlfriend good and hard."

I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply, pulling her into my lap. "How bout we both, you sexy little bitch?" 

She smirked, "You're lucky I'm so turned on right now or I woulda smacked you for calling me that. I hate being called bitch, even as a tease. Let's get to it baby. Show me watcha got."

We kissed deeply for a few moments, her hands already eagerly rubbing the bulge in my pants. Man, she really needed it badly today. We broke the kiss only to chase each other to the bedroom while everything was hot. 

We kept kissing as we sat down together until she pushed me on my back. I felt the desire within her as she forced my belt off and started unzipping my pants. She yanked them down hard enough to take my boxers along with them and my hard shaft sprung into view. 

"Mmmm I've been thinking about this all day. We need to fuck much more often baby..." Kayla stroked my cock lovingly before going down and taking it into her mouth. 

I just watched her and enjoyed it, feeling how her tongue rolled over my head. She was always so good at giving head, but I couldn't help envision Becky sucking my cock in her place. My girl is awesome and I do love her, but I couldn't get the lust I felt for Becky out of my mind. I think thinking of her sucking me off got me even harder in Kayla's mouth, and she soon noticed. 

"Ooh look at that. You want it just as bad as I do." She smirked as she tried her best to deep throat it. 

In my mind I pictured Becky slurping my hard rod. I wondered how good she was at it. I bet she was amazing. I grabbed 'Becky' by the back oh her head and made her swallow my length. I started just fucking her mouth, letting all my lust and desire for the sexy bitch out. 

Kayla was surprised since I was never that rough on her and she gagged and choked on my cock trying to keep up. There was little she could do but let my cock ravage her mouth, my full length filling her up each time. 

I groaned loudly thinking about making Becky mine. Just grabbing get big tits. Running my hands all over her ass. Bending her over and just fucking her violently, letting her feel how badly I wanted her body with each hard thrust. 

Kayla grunted in surprise as she felt my cum suddenly shoot out. All she could do was swallow as I finally let her go. With my orgasm fading I realized I basically raped my girlfriend's mouth and let her go. 

"Oh my god! Baby, are you ok? Im sorry, I kinda got carried away there."

She wiped her mouth and looked at me, "Wow, I never felt you so rough before. I know we've been too busy for our alone time, but you really want it bad, huh?"

I was surprised, "you're not mad?"

"Maybe a little... But now it's my turn to go rough. Let's see if you can handle it."

She shoved me on my back and grabbed my cock, yanking on it roughly. It was still a semi-hard and she managed to squeeze a drop or two of cum, which she licked up. She stared into my eyes as she swallowed it, and stuck out her tongue again to show that it was now clean. 

She got on top of me and positioned herself to sit on my sore cock. She loved being on top and I knew she was going to be extra rough on my dick that was still tired from shooting such a load. She didn't care, it was time for her enjoyment now and she moaned as my cock spread her sweet pussy wide. 

I held on tightly to the bed sheets imagining how it would feel if Becky was mounting me instead. I moaned as Kayla's pussy squeezed my cock, getting it to it's full hardness. She was on the pill so there was no worry. Once she got me securely inside her, she started thrusting and riding me hard. At first a little slow, but within seconds she looked like she wanted to break my hips. 

"Oh fuck!! You like that Joey? You like having your horny girlfriend riding you like a horse?" She rammed against my hips like crazy, I was lucky she was such a tiny girl. 

Her cunt felt amazing, but honestly I just couldn't get that sexy co-worker out of my mind. Kayla was hot in her own adorable way, but she was so thin she didn't have that much in terms of her tits and ass. She did have a sweet little pair and a cute ass, but Becky has the nice bouncy tits and the big round ass I'd always wanted to get my hands on. 

As Kayla continued to fuck me, I grabbed onto her ass to push me towards me as I tried to thrust back against her. I reached behind get and started to rub and tease her asshole. This made her slow down and look down at me. 

"Hey hey whoa! What do you think you're doing?"

"C'mon Kayla... You know I've been wanting to fuck sweet ass for a while. You got me so hard, we should give it a try."

She slowed her pace down, not wanting to stop, "Don't ruin the mood Joey... You know I don't want to do that. Get your hand away from there or we're calling it a night."

"... Oh alright..."

Kayla kept riding me but most of the intensity was gone. I had ruined the mood. I decided to end the night on a high note and quickly pushed her off me. She was surprised but I soon mounted her and buried my cock deep inside her. She gasped and moaned as I grabbed and squeezed her tits.

"Oooh this is more like it... Make me cum baby..."

I thrashed against her good and hard. In my mind I was giving Becky the hard fucking she deserved. I kept trying to imagine how she would sound like moaning and screaming my name. I felt my cock stiffen up as I kept thinking how badly I wanted to fuck her. 

Kayla's moans and groans grew more intense as she was getting closer to orgasm. I kept mixing her sounds of pleasure with what I imagined Becky's would sound like. I kept thinking to myself, "yeah!!! Take that Becky!!! Take it, you sexy bitch!!"

Kayla soon tightened up and groaned as her climax ripped through her. I managed to pull out in time and spray her face and tits with my cum. As we laid together, I heard her panting hard and slowly licking my seed off her. I just stared at the ceiling for a bit. "Someday Becky... Someday..." I thought to myself. 

Now of course that was me at home. At work it was a completely different story. During the weekends I'd either take out my pent up lust for Becky on my girlfriend, or jerk off thinking about her whenever I was alone. In my mind I was taking Becky to bed as if she was my willing lover. At work... I'd be completely shy and awkward and probably wouldn't know what to say to her if she so much as asked me to join her for a cup of coffee. It was fun to fantasize but the real world was different and I wouldn't dare risk ruin a good thing with Kayla. Or would I?

It was lunch time again at work, and the phones were slow enough for us to have an hour lunch. As I stepped in I heard Roger saying that Stallone was the better action star over Swartzanegger. Just then I heard a familiar voice reply with disagreement. 

"Oh come on. You can't beat The Terminator. He Is the action star." It was Becky. 

Man, she looked lovely in her black coat, this time wearing a tight red button shirt underneath showcase her glorious tits. It's not like it was on purpose, it's just those impressive Ds couldn't be hidden no matter how classy she dressed. 

Her hair was also combed down so it fell on either sides of her face, covering her ears. It was a different but tantalizing look for her. Or maybe it was just me. I never felt such string lust for someone that was practically a total stranger. I guess it helps that I run into get often enough to remember her. 

I sat near them, not really knowing wether to butt in or not. She hasn't mentioned anything regarding the vending machine comment, and she hadn't acted particularly cold around me so I figured we were cool. I heard more movies thrown around as Rocky and Rambo took on The Terminator and Conan. 

Suddenly Roger put me on the spot, "let's get a completely unbiased objective opinion to end this. Joseph, who is the better action star, Stallone or Swartzanegger?"

Becky stared into my eyes, this time giving me her full and undivided attention. Awkward. "Yeah, isn't Arnold the one that defined the action movie genre?"

Geez. That's one I didn't have an answer for. "I... Um... I don't know... I mean they're both awesome in their day. I guess Stallone tends to go for the most realistic movies and Swartzanegger goes all out sci fi."

Roger said "oh come on, Demolition Man and Judge Dredd were sci-fi."

Becky protested, "yeah but Judge Dredd sucked. And see? Joseph agrees with me. Arnold is more larger than life. He is THE action star, am I right Joseph?"

There was an awkward pause as they both starred at me. Becky's green eyes seemed to stare into my very soul. "Well... You just can't beat the terminator. Especially T2, that was the best movie ever."

Becky looked at Roger with a winning smile and he laughed,"Aww man. That's not fair. Of course he'd side with you, he thinks you're hot."

DUDE, WHAT THE HELL. I blushed and stammered, "No I don't! I mean..."

Becky smirked at me,"so you don't think I'm hot?" 

"Yes. I mean... Well yeah... You're... Incredibly attractive..."

"Incredibly attractive? My Joseph, I'm flattered." 

Roger teased, "Easy there Romeo. She's already spoken for."

"I... I wasn't hitting on her." I looked at her, "I'm not hitting in you, am I?"

Becky smiled at me, enjoying seeing me squirm. "It's ok Joseph. We're just messing around." 

Roger nudged me,"yeah, take a chill pill man. You're even blushing."

I felt myself blush as I said, "I am not!!"

She teased, "yeah, you kinda are. Aww you must really think I'm something, huh Joseph?"

"Uh... No..,?"

Roger got up and packed away what was left of his fast food snack, "well I think we embarrassed Joseph enough for now. I gotta go back in. See you later you two."

I was left alone with Becky and she also started packing up her stuff toss out, empty pizza box and used napkins. "You're so adorable Joseph. Look..."

She leaned into me so anyone wouldn't hear, "I don't mind if you 'enjoy the view'... I find it kinda flattering to be honest... Just remember, look but no touch, ok?"

"I uh.... Yeah ok..." I guess I was in no position to say I don't check her out, she already knew I stare at her ass thanks to Trish blurting it out. 

Becky got up and adjusted her purse, "see ya around." She then walked off, her heels clacking against the floor as she headed out. Despite everything i couldn't help but stare at her sweet ass as she stepped out. That woman sure knew how to leave a room. 

The next couple of days would go on and I would occasionally run into her. We'd either have small talk or just a quick 'hi and bye' as we cross paths or sometimes I'd go days without seeing her due to our schedules. 




Sweet Temptation at the Workplace



There would be times she'd catch me staring either leaning over to grab something or yawning with her arms stretched upwards that would thrust her breasts out, but she'd give me a look telling me she knows I'm looking but doesn't mind it. 

Needless to say, whenever she wore the nicest and most figure-forming outfits, Kayla would be getting it extra rough that night. She loved the intensity and never questioned it, having no idea I envisioned someone else during the act. I did feel bad cause I did love her, but then came Becky in a new sexy work outfit and any guilt I had flew out the window. 

I figured it was ok to lust over this dream girl since it was never gonna happen between us anyway. Her man must give it to her good every night if he was any kind of man at all. It was kinda cool she knew I was checking out and didn't mind. I guess it got me extra hard knowing she knew or at least had some idea of what I thought of her in a sexual sense. 

All of this would have been a boring story if it wasn't for one day after 7 when I missed the bus. It started to rain and since the building was closed I was going to be soaked for the next half hour waiting for the next. Then a car pulled and the driver honked the horn. The door opened and Becky waved, "Come on! I'll take you home!"

I was surprised as all hell to say the least but I got in anyway. "Um... Wow... Thanks Becky."

"It's nothing. I mean if I just drive past you in my nice warm car while you were stuck in the rain soaking wet, I'd feel like crap. Now whereabouts do you live?" 

"Oh um... down by Rockshire. Near that big church."

"Oh I know where it is. Geez that's almost the other side of town Joseph. You take two buses to get to work in the morning?"

"Yeah." She was so beautiful, this was the closest I've even been to her. Even her hair still smelled salon fresh even after a full day's work. 

"How do you do it? I'd never have that kind of patience."

"You get to used to it. Um. I really appreciate this Becky."

She smiled, but kept her eyes on the road. "Don't mention it. So is the girlfriend waiting up at home?"

"How did you know...?"

"That you had a girlfriend? Well, it seems everyone working here is taken so either you have a girlfriend or a wife. Not that hard to guess."

"Um well yeah. I do. But she's working late so she wouldn't have been available to pick me up tonight."

The whole time I couldn't help admire her chest. It was a treat seeing her tits slightly bounce every time we hit a small bump. 

"You live together?" 

I looked over at her, not really expecting that many questions about my personal life. "Um.. No, but she does spend the night a lot. She might move in with me in a few months."

"That's nice. You guys are real close then. We also live together but he's been so busy with his job, he's hardly home at all."

"Oh.. Um... Where does he work?" I guess now I could find out more about her. 

"He's a trucker, so his job make him leave for weeks sometimes. I mean I do understand, and with what we both make we do live pretty comfortably... But I still miss him you know."

"Oh. Yeah I bet." I realized I see Kayla so often that I'd miss her terribly if she didn't come over for a week. 

Becky eyed me and asked, "so are you from here?" I tried to stop staring and it looks like she has noticed. 

"No. I was from Cali. I moved here to start over again. I met Kayla a while after. You?"

She smiled, "I'm from here. Born and raised in good ol PA. California sounds like fun. I wish we had some of that heat here."

"Heh yeah. I agree Becky. I'm kinda done with winter." She laughed a little, showing her agreement. 

She looked at me and then back at the rode. "So CSI or NCSI?"

That confused me, "...what?"

"What's the better crime show? I'm more into CSI myself."

Heh, cute. Seems she was really into tv and movies. Perfect way to keep the conversation going. It also reminds me she's just another person, working her 9 to 5 to make it, just like me, and not this ultimate dream girl I keep picturing her to be. 

"Heh.. Well actually Becky I'm more into Law and Order."

The rest of the car ride was just laughing and talking about our favorite shows and mindless trivia. We didn't really flirt or tease or anything like that, but I felt like we connected in some way. At least she knew I was alive. 

We finally arrived at my place, two floor apartment in which I lived upstairs. She stepped out and took a look. "Nice place. All yours?"

"I wish. I live in the upstairs. The landlords are bottom floor. They're real nice though."

She smiled, "Must be nice. Whenever I used to live in apartment the landlords were always assholes. Does it ever get lonely, I mean whenever the girlfriend doesn't spend the night?"

I looked at her and answered, "Not really. I just kick back and watch tv."

"Heh, nice. Well I'm heading home. Still gotta make supper."

She hugged me and held me tight for a few seconds which made me blush and stagger. I wasn't really expecting that and the feel if her nice firm breasts pressing up against me made my cock insta-hard. 

She pulled back and smiled, "Are you blushing? Oh my god, that's so cute."

I looked away, totally embarrassed. "I am not..."

She moved closer to me, here eyes piercing into my very being, "You must really like me huh, Joseph?"

I didn't know what to say. It wouldn't be so awkward if we both weren't taken. She was such a playful tease, I also didn't wanna say yes and have her 'turn me down'. I decided to tease back. I knew she'd never cheat on her guy so I might as well let her know I do like her. 

"Heh... Maybe more than I should."

She smirked. "Don't worthy. It'll be our secret." She turned and headed back to her car, opening the door to get back in. 

"Oh and um.. Thanks for the ride Becky. I really appreciate it."

"Don't mention it. Maybe now you can talk to be more often and not be so shy around me. I mean I know you check me out Joe-Joe but don't put me on a pedestal. I'm just me."

"Ok. Good night." I waved as she got in her car and drove off. 

I walked to my place thinking to myself, "well that was pleasant." It sounded sappy but I'd be happy just being able to walk right up and talk to her whenever I wanted. 

Later that night Kayla got a good hard fucking. I has Becky's tits pressing against my chest so fixated on my mind, I felt like I almost broke my girlfriend. Luckily she loved it rough. 

The next couple of days went by and whenever I happened to cross paths with Becky we'd talk random chatter. Whenever she wore a tight set if jeans on casual Friday she'd always toss me a playful look, knowing I was admiring her amazing ass. 

There was a time I was eating lunch with Trish and Becky was grabbing her stuff in the background. Honestly I was kinda tuning out her usual rant against men as I couldn't help but check out Becky's black form fitting dress pants. Trish noticed and seemed annoyed ,"Hello, Earth to Joseph. Stop gawking at your Work Girlfriend and listen to me."

I blushed and didn't want her to hear. "She's not my work girlfriend Trish... And I'm not gawking at her."

Becky turned and walked over, eager to embarrass me. "Oh, I'm your Work Girlfriend now?"

"N-no....?" I could barely reply. I felt myself blushing badly and both of these women knew it. 

Trish smirked ,"Yeah. He's totally into you. You should see how his jaw drops whenever you step into a room. It's like everyone vanishes and you're the only one here."

Marcey was there too and she decided to tease as well. "Oh Joe, don't you have a girlfriend though?"

I didn't know what to say and tried to be funny, "I'm not checking her out. I'm simply admiring how much of a snazzy dresser she is."

Trish and Marcey gave a sarcastic "uh-huh". 

Becky rubbed my head playfully, "Aw am I making my Joe-Joe blush?"

Marcey teased, "your Joe-Joe?"

"Yeah. My Joe-Joe and only he is allowed to check me out. Aren't you sweetheart?"

I didn't know what to say which made the women laugh. Yeah. I need to hang out with Trish less. 

Trish said, "Dressed like that, I doubt you'd be able to stop all the other guys from checking you out."

Becky gave her a slight glare, which made it hard to tell wether she was being serious or not, "Maybe you're jealous cause he's looking at me... And not at you."

"Oh as if! What do I care!" 

Becky smirked, "Struck a nerve I see."

"Not even Rebecca. So not even. I just get annoyed when he ignores me when were having a conversation cause his eyes are up your butt." 

My eyes almost popped out when I heard that. I knew she was always the kind to 'tell it like it is' and 'take no crap' but geez. "Whoa Trish. She's just joking around."

Becky smirked "Well I'm out there. My break is done and I gotta go before your other work girlfriend beats me up."

Marcey joked "wow 'Joe-Joe' how many work girlfriends do you have?"

"Heh, you're free to join in Marcey. I wouldn't mind being your work boyfriend." I teased back. 

She laughed "no thanks. My card is full."

Becky teased "whoa there Latin lover. Before you build a harem dint forget who you belong to." She gave me a little hug and left. 

Trish glared at her but didn't say anything. Marcey ended the little joke by saying, "well whatever with her. We all know that if you had a choice, it would be me. I'm obviously the best catch here." She then grabbed her purse and walked out. 

Trish and I finished eating. Before I left I looked at her "you ok there?"

Trish glared at me, "Serves me right for starting it, I guess. If you were both single I'd say you should just fuck Rebecca and get it over with."

"Trish?"

"You wouldn't?"

I grabbed my stuff and smiled, dodging the question completely. "looks like I gotta clock back in. See ya." I thought to myself "hell yeah I'd fuck her, but I'd totally fuck you too." 

Trish just smirked as I walked off. She knew the answer anyway. 

Later that day I was ready to go home and surprisingly Becky was out there waiting for me. "Need a ride?"

"Um yeah sure. Thanks. Were you waiting for me?"

She smiled, "of course not. It just so happens that we both get off at the same time today." 

I welcomed the chance to get a ride home and hopped in. I was happy we were able to talk a lot more casually now. She was no longer the mystery girl I admired from afar. She was my friend. 

"So who's the girl you're always sitting with? The talk loud mouth one. She looks kinda snooty." She asked. 

"Oh, that's Trish. She's aight, she's just been bitten bad by her past relationships. She keeps falling for jerks, or nice guys that turn out to be jerks."

"She seems desperate for a guy. Like the one that falls for the whole bad guy image. Everyone knows you're only supposed to fuck a bad boy. It's the good boys you actually start a relationship with."

"Um yeah. I wouldn't know, Becks. I kinda try to avoid the bad girls. But then again there's a difference between being a bad-ass that lifts weights... And then just being an asshole. "

She smiled, "I guess. Though they can be as sweet and as charming as possible when they want to be. You give them your heart and soul.. Then you turn around and find out they're sleeping with someone else." Her voice seemed hurt at the last part. 

"That sounds kinda personal there Becks..."

"Yeah... Things are kinda rocky on the home front. I found out why he's been taking 'overtime' a lot at work... He's been making nice with a girl in a small diner near the truck stop..."

"Oh wow... Are you sure? I mean who'd need anyone else when they have a bombshell like you."

She chuckled a little though her face showed she was trying not to cry. "Bombshell... That's the problem with you men... It doesn't matter who you're with.. You're always going to want someone else. The bitch didn't know my friend Miranda also works there and tells me everything. Imagine her surprise when she bragged to her about the 'muscular trucker guy that comes to visit her for a quick guck' and basically described my boyfriend. Oh god Joe, you guys are all assholes."

I didn't know what to say. "Whoa there. Don't add me into the mix. Not everyone is a jerk."

She eyed me and then looked at the road. "Don't deny it Joe. There's a bit of bad in you too. Why else are you checking me out even though you have a girlfriend?"

I didn't see that coming. "I... Don't check you out.."

"We all know you love staring at my ass Joe. You make it so blatantly obvious even the others at work know."

"Well I mean... There's nothing wrong with just looking..."

She looked at me, "But you want to touch... Don't you? You don't think I notice the way you look at me? The kind of look that you want me so badly? C'mon. Tell me how badly you want me Joe."

Boy, this sure turned awkward really quickly. I did get off on her, but it was totally different when your wank fantasy was in your face calling you out about it. "I... Uhh.. Becky, it's not like that...."

"Admit it. You have a girlfriend, probably a real loving devoting one too... And yet what you really want is to fuck me."

I blushed bright red, "Becky..."

"Drop the nice guy routine Joe. You treat me like I'm some irresistible unattainable dream girl. If I were to come on to you, you wouldn't be able to say no. You'd be putty in my hands and all I'd have to do is smile at you the right way. You're no better than anyone else, you'd still give in to temptation."

I didn't know what to say. I know she was probably just venting at me over her cheating boyfriend, but it sure felt personal against me. 

"Becky.... I uh... Well, I do find you incredibly attractive. Drop dead gorgeous to be honest... But I like hanging with you too. You're funny and fun to talk to. But I wouldn't mess around on my girl."

She simmered down. "I know... I'm sorry... I just... It happened last night.,.. I just... I needed to let it out..." She wiped a tear from her eye. 

"Becky..."

"No... Don't... I'm fine. Let's just get you home..." She kept up a brave front. She seemed to be such a strong woman and didn't want me to see her sensitive side. It was weird seeing such a strong confident classy woman go through so much emotions. 

The rest of the car ride was rather quiet. We did break the silence to complain and joke about work. When we finally got to my place, I noticed she stepped our of the car with me. "So any plans for the weekend Joseph?"

"Nothing much really. Kayla will be working most of the afternoon so I'll probably just be home gaming or watching a movie."

Suddenly she pulled me over and kissed me deep on the lips. This just came out of nowhere, I didn't know what to do. I lost all touch of reality as I felt the source of all my fantasies plant her sexy lips on mine. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close, stopping the kiss only to kiss me again, just as passionately. 

I was at a loss. My mind went blank. I knew I should have pushed her away but everything in me just wanted to let it happen. My cock so fuckin hard now it was almost bursting from my pants. 

She broke the kiss and smiled at me, breathing hard and looking into my eyes, "Why aren't you stopping me Joseph....?"

"Becky.... I..."

She kissed me again a little deeper and reached down to give my hard cock a squeeze. "And so hard already... All I did was kiss you..,."

"Becky... What are you..."

"If you were such a saint you would have stopped this by now. Pushed me away. You really are so adorable. You really can't say no to me, can you? You really want me that much?" 

Her hand stroked my cock through my pants as she admired how hard and thick it was. Oh god, every part of me wanted to fuck her so badly it hurts. I was desperately eager to see how far she was going to take this.... But dammit, I knew this was wrong. 

"Becky... We shouldn't...."

She smirked and gave my cock a squeeze, "admit it.... If I were to ask right now... You'd totally go for it."

"I... I don't know..."

She smiled and let me go. "I wish my man saw me the way you did. I know you think your friends are cute... But you don't look at them the same way you look at me. It's... Cute. Flattering. That someone like me could be such a dream girl to a nice guy like you."

She got back into her car and looked at me. "Do me favor Joseph."

"Um... Ok?"

"Think about me tonight."

"... What?"

"See you tomorrow, Joe-Joe..." Then she started her engine and drove off. 

I waved at her but realized tomorrow was Saturday and the call center was closed weekends. She was coming over? It couldn't be. I figured she was just going through a lot of emotional stress. I mean she was calling out cheating boyfriend and here she was putting the moves on a guy she knows is taken. 

I didn't know what to think. She was right though. She had me in her hands and I was powerless to stop her advances. Every part of just wanted her so badly. I never saw myself as a cheater. Sure we can all look and fantasize... But if She really did come tomorrow... Would I be able to say no? 

The next day was awkward. I relaxed in some loose fitting jeans and a sports tee, with that sense of anticipation. Was she really going to come over or was she joking? Even if she did drop by it didn't mean anything would happen. Maybe she felt better after a good nights sleep and just wanted to hang. But still... A kiss was one thing but she was holding my hard cock in her hand... She knew I wanted to fuck her, there was no denying it now. 

I made some pizza and relaxed on my couch, the kind that folds out into a bed, and watched a super hero movie marathon. I almost jumped when the mailman came in to drop off more bills. I kinda chuckled to myself. "This is silly, she's not coming. She was just messing around. Even if she does, it won't be to fuck. There's a lot of better looking guys at work that wouldn't think twice about tappin that regardless of if they were married or not."

Just then I heard a knock at the door that made me freeze in my tracks. Naw. It couldn't be. It had to be Kayla. 

I went to the door and was surprised to see Becky with a loose blue sport shirt and baggy jeans. She has her hair combed to the sides to cover her ears. She was also holding a gilded sheet of paper. "Hey there. What's up?"

I didn't know what to say here. "Um... Oh hey Becky. You came...."

"Well I did say I would be seeing you 'tomorrow'. Aren't you going to let me in?"

"Um sure, sure. Make yourself at home."

She walked past me as I held the door open for her. She looked around "Nice place you got here Joe-Joe. And oooh pizza. Hope you don't mind sharing." 

It was weird seeing her act so... casual. I was so used to her super-classy professional self at work. I guess this was the first time I really saw her as... well, as a person. And she still looked damn hot... And was in my apartment. 

"Yeah. Help yourself. So to what honor do I owe to your visit?"

She sat on the couch and patted the side of it for me to join her. "I wasn't doing anything over the weekend and figured since you were alone, I might as well come and hang out with you."

I sat next to her and she pulled the plate of pizza between us. "Oh. That's cool."

"Is this home made? Did you make it yourself?"

"Well it's not a big deal... I bought the pre-made pizza dough.. I just added the other stuff."

She took a bite, "Well, it's very well made. You know I don't really talk that much to the others upstairs. I mean I talk to Roger sometimes but I don't have anyone from work I can really hang out with."

"Yeah. I feel kinda honored. So, what's that piece of paper?"

"Oh. That's my cover story. In case the girlfriend was here I could just say I came over to drop by your work schedule. You know, 'cause you forgot it at work'."




Sweet Temptation at the Workplace



"Ahhh, clever." She really thought this through. 

"I know right? So what are we watching?"

"The Avengers"

"Oh yeah. It's one of my favorites."

We watched the rest of the movie and commented about it. We both saw it so many times it didn't really matter if we talked over it. I had gotten her some soda and soon the pizza was gone. It was a nice experience. After a while she broke the carefree moment and changed the subject. 

"So last night I finally did it."

"What did you do Becks?"

She looked at me with a serious expression, "I kicked that cheating son of a bitch to the curb. He came home smelling of women's perfume and I called him out on it. He tried to talk his way out of it but as soon as I mentioned that Miranda was Tammy's best friend and told her all the play by play... He didn't know what to say. We argued for hours but I kicked his sorry ass out and ended it."

"Oh god. Becky I'm sorry..."

"Don't be. I'm not. That was a few good years of my life I wasted, I should have seen it sooner but I kept denying it to myself."

"Oh wow. So what are you gonna do now? Don't you both own the house?"

"Nope. It's mine. He was the one that moved in when we got together. Man, it's been forever since I was single. I forgot what it's like to be alone and do what I want."

I looked at her, "Well I'm sure it won't take long for someone like you to find someone else."

"No. I want to be on my own for a while. I want to just do whatever I want without answering to anyone. If I see something I really want, I just want to go for it. No questions asked."

I smiled, "That's the way to do it."

She then looked over at me, "You should do the same thing."

"Excuse me?"

She leaned in closer to me, her seductive little smile just inches away from my face. "Why don't you just go ahead and take what you want?"

"Um... What do you mean...?"

"Don't lie to me Joe-Joe... You know what you want... More than anything. And she's looking at you right now... And wants the same thing..."

I blushed awkwardly and leaned back a little. "She does...?"

"Yes. She does. C'mon Joe... Let's just put it out in the open. There's no one here but you and me. You've been wanting me from the first time you saw me. I bet you think of me often...." She leaned in closer to me. 

"Becky I...." I felt myself going numb, mesmerized by her natural beauty. Why the hell didn't I meet a babe like this when I was single? 

"Do you think of me when you're fucking her?"

My eyes bugged out and I stood up right then and there. "Oooh Kay!! I think it's time for you to go sweetheart."

She got up and walked towards me. "Be honest with yourself Joseph. Don't pass up this one chance I'm giving you. Is she really that special to you? What if I went to someone else? Like that new guy Patrick? Would you be able to live with yourself when word spreads that we're sleeping together at work knowing full well that you had me all to yourself in you own house and you turned me away?"

"Becky... Don't do this... I mean... I can't... It wouldn't be right...."

She moved as close as she possibly could against me, her round luscious tits millimeters away from me, only covered by her shirt. "You really are a good guy Joseph but you can't lie to yourself. I like you. How we connected. How we became friends. That's why I came to you and no one else. If we can't get involved we can at least have this. I won't ruin your relationship if it's solid and true. If you really don't want to... If you really want me to leave.. I will. And I'll never hit on you again. But I have to hear you say it."

I was so lost. Why was saying no so difficult? It was the right thing to do. I had Kayla, and if Patrick ended up fucking, why should I care? She was never mine to begin with. She was just a fantasy. Just a fantasy...

"Becky.... I... I..."

"But if you want me even half as much as I know you do... Say it and I'm yours. No one will ever have to know. This is what we both want. Admit it."

She looked into my eyes with desire yer her smile was still adorable. How could she be so cute and sexy at the same time. I never wanted to fuck anyone so hard in my life. 

"... No one will ever know?" What was wrong with me? I couldn't believe I was even considering it. 

"Our secret... I swear."

"Oh my god... Becky.. I want to... Believe me, I really fuckin want to... But you're going to have to go...."

Her smile vanished and she looked down. The rejection slamming against her in the face like a solid brick wall. She stepped back. 

"I.... I understand... I... I should have known better... I... I'll go..."

She turned to leave and something in me snapped. I always tried to do the right thing. I knew this was wrong. I deserve to be called anything one could think of, and deserved whatever consequences would follow. Ever fiber in my being was telling me to not pass this up. 

She was almost at the door when I called out to her loudly. "Becky!!! No, don't leave!!"

She turned to me in surprise. "No... Forget it. You had your chance."

I dashed over to her and held her hands "No! You're right. This is all kinds of wrong but you're fucking right. I want you Becky. I've been wanting you since the first time I've seen you. Not a day goes by that I don't think of fucking you. I don't think I've ever desired a woman as much as I want you right now."

She was about to say something but I cut her off with a deep intense kiss. Now she was the one completely caught off guard, but I felt her return the kiss. Her arms wrapped around me as I felt her tongue force it's way past my lips. I quickly lashed my own tongue out to play with hers. That kiss seemed to last forever and my hands ran all over her back. I didn't care anymore, I even reached down and finally have her amazing ass a squeeze. 

She jumped a bit at that and broke the kiss. "Whoa there. You're passionate Joseph. I like that. Before this goes any further, are you sure this is what you want?"

I looked at her, finally returning the flirty smiles she's been giving me lately, "it's what we both want, isn't it?"

She smiled back at me, her lovely green eyes never looking so vibrant, "It most certainly is."

I took her hand and we both headed to the bedroom, which was all clean and tidied up just in case this were to happen. We soon say on the bed together and continued the intense kissing. As we kissed she took my hand and set it on one of her luscious tits. I could feel there was no bra hiding under that sport shirt. "Don't hold back Joe-Joe... Tonight I'm your woman... Do whatever you want with me..."

I took off her shirt and confirmed there was no bra underneathe. God they looked even bigger than I thought and so perky and firm. My cock wanted to explode. I leaned in and started sucking on her nipples while my hand admired those amazing perfect orbs. She moaned and relaxed as I savoured her incredible breasts. 

I felt her hand works it's way into my pants and unzip them. I soon felt the cold air hit my cock as she she pulled it out and started stroking it. "Mmmm nice.... And so fucking hard... Just for me...."

God just the thought of her staring at my cock and complimenting it made me wanna shoot my load all over her. She pushed me away from her tits and moved down to my cock. I could barely believe it. Rebecca Clemens herself was about to go down on my cock. She gave me a teasing smile "I'm gonna make all your dirty little dreams about me come true baby..."

I looked down and saw how my cock vanished in her sweet mouth. She didn't waste time and already started sucking on half my length. I could barely contain myself. Maybe it's because of the way I felt about her, how strongly I longed for her, but I felt like just the thought of finally having my cock in Becky's mouth was enough to make me pop.

Her warm tender mouth slurped and savoured my cock. Her tongue rolled across the head lovingly. I couldn't help but grown as my cock stiffened and twitched in her mouth. "Oh god... Rebecca.... Oh fuck that's so good...."

Her eyes looked at me, glazed with desire as she hungrily went down on my cock. It felt heavenly every time she sucked hard as she reeled her head back. She then went back down, slowly this time, and I realized she wasn't stopping until I hit the back of her throat. She choked and gagged and broke free, coughing hard. 

"Ohhh. A little thicker than I'm used to. Let me try that again..."

As she went down for a second attempt to deep throat me, I felt immensely flattered that my cock was thicker than her boyfriend's. It was hot knowing she loved what I had to offer her as I felt my shaft fill her sweet throat. 

I couldn't help it and grabbed onto the back of her head. I started to push her against me and thrust against her, much like I did to Kayla... while pretending to be fucking Becky's mouth.... And now I finally had the real deal, swallowing my cock whole. 

At first she choked on my cock, being surprised at my sudden movements, but she soon relaxed and let me take control. I could tell she was trying her best to suck hard every time I pulled back, and soon I felt her hands run my balls lightly. I heard her little muffled noises as I fucked her mouth intensely, seeing her perfect hair sway back and forth violently. 

"Oh god Becky... I've been wanting to fuck your mouth for the longest time. I lost count how many times you got me so fuckin hard at work.... I want you to swallow it baby... Fucking swallow it!!"

She sounded a bit surprised as knew what I meant. I fucked her face like a madman. It was so hard to believe this was actually happening. It felt like the most realistic dream ever. I groaned loudly as I finally felt my cock shoot out into her mouth. I felt her hand squeeze my swollen balls lightly, as if to help make the jetstream even harder. 

She held tightly into me, her face right up against me as I felt her suck on my rod for all it's worth. She just stayed there for a few moments, my cock lodged in her throat, waiting to swallow the last of the climax she caused me. She finally pulled back, coughing and breathing hard. 

"Oh fuck. That was crazy. I could feel it spill down my throat. So nice and hot. That was so intense...."

I was panting hard too, that was an intense orgasm that rocked my senses. "I have no words to describe how good that was Becky.., with you I feel like I can just go wild and not hold back...."

She grinned as she stood up and started taking off her clothes. "Mmmm it's so hot how much you want me, baby. That's how he used to look at me when we started dating. I miss being desired. Um... Can I ask you something?"

"Sure Becky. What is it?"

"Well since you basically fucked the hell out of my mouth... I wonder if you'd let me sit on your face..."

I blushed at the thought of her hot wet pussy right up against my face. "...I wouldn't mind it at all..."

"Mmmm good. I haven't been eaten out for a while. My ex used to do it it but my most recent boyfriend wanted all blow and no payback."

I laid back on the bed and looked at her. "I'm more than ready for it baby."

She smiled and unzipped her jeans. Due to their looseness, they pretty much dropped as she did so. She was wearing a sexy pair of black lace panties and I could already tell they were a little wet. She climbed on me and carefully held onto the bed posts as she held her sweet pussy inches from my face. 

My sore cock throbbed at the sight of her wet warm pussy, I could almost feel the heat coming off it. It was the most glorious thing I've seen. I didn't want to waste time and held her against my face, letting my tongue invade her. 

Becky twitched in surprise as she felt my warm tongue push its way inside her and groaned. "Oooooh.... That feels so nice...."

I could feel my cock hardening as I flicked my tongue in and out of her. I felt how she squirmed as I pushed my tongue as far as I could push it. She tasted so sweet and still smelled a bit like some kind of tropical shampoo she probably washed with earlier today. She knew she was getting fucked today. She knew I'd be hers. 

I grabbed onto her sexy ass and admired how nice and tight it was despite being so big and round. My tongue slid itself all over her sweet wet snatch and teased her clit. I could hear her gasp and moan as I started to suck on her clit. 

Becky held on tighter to the bedposts, closing her eyes and taking in all the pleasure I was giving her. She soon started to thrust against my face, shoving my face up against her sexy legs. I was more than eager to continue licking her sweet cunt. 

She looked behind her and said "Mmmm it looks like you're getting hard again. Let me get a better look."

She raised herself and turned herself around, now facing away from me as she planted her muff in my face once more. I then saw her pussy spread as she leaned over, giving me that familiar feeling of being in her mouth once more. I just realized we were 69-ing each other. 

My cock seemed to instantly stiffen to its in her mouth and I felt how she lovingly devoured it. I licked her sweetness with equal passion, wanting to hear her muffled moans as my shaft filled her throat. 

I soon felt her bob her head back and forth, giving my cock some intense sucking. She wanted me to cum in her mouth again, and I haven't fucked her yet. 

I kept licking her hot tight snatch while trying not to lose myself in her mouth. She held onto the shaft and let her tongue roll all over the head. Only in my fantasies did I ever imagine Becky to loving sucking cock this much. 

I could hear her moan as I sucked hard on her clit, but I was soon losing the battle to her experienced mouth. "Ugh... Slow down Becky... Don't wear me out before we get to fuck...."

She slurped my cock out of her mouth and stroked it tenderly "I guess I got carried away. I really love your cock baby... Just seeing how thick and hard it is because of me. Admit it, you fuckin idolize me. You desire me more than anything." 

I groaned as she kept stroking my cock at a nice and steady pace. "Oh fuck... You drive me crazy Becky...."

I could almost hear the cocky smile in her voice, even all I could see was her big bent over ass and spread pussy in my face. "You want me, don't you baby? You want me so bad it hurts. Let me hear you say it..."

I could barely take it anymore. I was more than eager to shove her off me, bend her big ass over and go to town. "I want you Becky. I want you more than anything. I want to fuck you so fuckin badly...."

She got off me and laid on her back, spreading her legs for me. "Then come and take me. Make me yours."

I couldn't wait any longer and stood in front of her. I grabbed my cock, now aching for a fuck, and rubbed the head against her warm slick opening. I thrusted forward and made her take my full length in one smooth thrust. She let out a gasp and a groan as she enjoyed having my thick shaft inside her. It felt so heavenly it almost made me cum again. 

I started thrusting into her, just holding onto her waist and ramming my rod inside her. She held into the bed sheets and thrusted outwards against me, letting out small moans. I felt myself groan uncontrollably at how amazing she felt. Maybe I did held her to such a high esteem but she had the hottest pussy I ever got to experience. 

"Do you like it baby? Do you like fucking my hot tight pussy? How many times have you gotten off to the thought of what you're doing right now?"

"Oh fuck... Becky... You feel so good baby. Even better than I ever dreamed of. You feel so fucking good..."

My cock was in perfect bliss as it slid in and out of her moist tenderness. The tightness just seemed to wrap itself around me, as her count sucked hard every time I pulled back. Her groans of pleasure that I was causing her only turned me on even more. 

We both went at it for a few moments, just losing ourselves to our lust. I wanted more of her and climbed on top of her, grabbing and squeezing her tits. She pulled me in for a kiss and we held each other close as our hips thrashed against each other. All we could do is moan in each other's mouths as we fucked each other like crazy. 

Soon our heat began to spike and I started pumping her sweet pussy uncontrollably. I was eager to make her cum all over my cock and pull out before I did. We panted hard and she tightened her grip around me, both with her arms and legs. 

"Don't stop baby... Don't stop until you cum inside me."

"Becky...."

"I'm on the pill. Don't worry about that. I just want to feel everything. Give me all you got Joe!!!"

I held onto her shoulders and rammed faster and harder into her. She kissed me wildly, her tongue flaying in my mouth as she breathed more intensely. I could feel it happening, and her legs seem to tighten even more against me. I was past the point of holding back. I moaned her name as I felt myself squirt violently inside her. She soon followed letting out a scream as the pleasure hit her hard. 

I just laid there on top of her, breathing hard and trying to recover. My cock was still deep inside, dripping out whatever cum leftover after the initial shot. It was the first time I came inside a woman. I was always careful to pull out with Kayla and it was hot to just spray her face with my cum. I had to admit it was amazing to just let go inside her. 

Becky finally spoke, "That was so good.... Oh my god.... I'm so glad I chose you..... Thanks Joe... Thanks ever so much... For making me feel so wanted."

"Any time sweetheart." It just slipped out. 

She looked at me with the kind of smile that I couldn't tell if she was serious or not, "I'm gonna have to take you up on that offer."

After a few moments I rolled off her and laid by her side. With my cock finally out of her, she still reached over and played with it casually. "Mmmm I really do like your cock Joe. I'm worn out but if your little guy can wake up I wouldn't mind letting you take me again."

"Heh... I'd love to Becky, but give it time to rest. You made me cum harder than I ever had before... And twice...."

"It's so adorable how highly you think of me. It makes me blush and kinda feel warm inside. You know.... After we rest up some more I'll let you do whatever you want with me baby...."

Only one thought remained in my head. I looked over at her and decided to just go for it. It was now or never and I figured if she refused, I already got to fuck her anyway.

"Becky.... I hate to risk ruining the mood... But I have to be completely honest with you..."

"Oooh. Tell me?"

"Since the first time I saw you in those sexy black dress pants the first thing I thought about was bending you over and fucking you in the ass."

She paused a little and blushed, "oh wow... Um really?"

"More than anything Becky, I want to fuck you in the ass. You have the absolute nicest ass I have ever seen and you always get me so fucking hard at work just by walking past me."

Becky looked away and stared at the wall. "I guess I should wear those pants more often. Well... Alright.... We can give it a try."

"...... Really?" I could barely believe what I was hearing. Was she really gonna let me fuck her ass?

"Yeah. I've never given much thought to anal to be honest. You'll be my first. But let's be careful. That far cock of yours can really tear me up if you're not delicate."

"Yes. Yes. Of course baby. The last I wanna do is hurt you." This was like the greatest dream cone true. 

Becky smiled "whoop! And there he goes!"

I looked down and noticed I was rock hard again, much to her delight. Even my dick knew not to pass this up. 

After a few more moments of resting, Becky broke the silence by getting up and setting herself on all fours. Her legs were still a little wobbly from how hard she was recently fucked. I sat up and positioned myself behind her. I slowly started fingering her, hoping to use her own juices as lubrication. 




Sweet Temptation at the Workplace



She moaned softly, enjoying herself and tried to relax and prepare herself for what was to come. "Mmmm please be careful baby... I'm trusting you..."

"I will baby. Just relax and let it happen Becky."

After fingering her some more and getting my index finger nice and wet, I started to rub and tease her asshole. She trembled a little but tried to relax as I started to push inwards. It was slow and steady but I pushed part of my finger into her forbidden hole. "Ahh.. Easy there..."

"I will be. Just relax yourself." I started fingering her ass, nice and slow, getting her used to it. I've always wanted to fuck Kayla like that but Becky's amazing ass makes her look flat in comparison. After a few minutes I pushed my whole finger inside her, as I heard Becky groan lightly. 

"How's that Becks?"

"It's so weird.... But it does feel kinda good.... When are you going to...?"

"A little longer sweetheart. I want to be sure this incredible ass of yours is able to take it. Damn my cock is throbbing so hard to fuck you it almost hurts."

She smiled "heh, you like my ass that much, doncha?"

"Hell yeah I do." I'd reply as I kept fingering her ass, nice and deep. She was squeezing the hell out of my finger. I couldn't wait to fuck her the way I've always envisioned myself doing so. 

After another minute I decided it was time to take her sweet virgin ass. I grabbed my cock and started rubbing the head against her tender hole. She moaned lightly as it teased her, bracing herself do what was to come. My precum added extra lubrication and I started to push against her resistant entrance. 

I held onto her hips as I started to slide the head in and out of her tight puckered asshole. It just felt amazing, just the fact that I was popping Becky's anal cherry was enough to make me burst. She groaned lightly as she was readying herself to take more. It got me even harder to hear that she was enjoying it. 

"Oh god... Your ass feels so good baby. How are you enjoying this so far?"

She moaned lightly "... Feels nice baby..."

"We're not gonna stop til you've taken the whole thing up your ass Becky."

"I know Joseph. Just do it. Just fuck me and make me yours...."

"Oh fuck... Hearing you saying that gets me so hard for you Becky.,.."

"Mmmm then do it baby. Fuck me in the ass. Fuck your woman in the ass just the way you've always wanted, baby."

It was incredibly hot hearing her talk that way, such a classy woman at work, now begging to fuck her ass during her off time. I finally pushed more of my cock inside her, letting her take more than just the head. She tightened up and groaned, her hands clutching tightly onto the sheets.

"Uuuggghhh baby. I can feel it... Oh god, I can feel it...."

I started sliding in and out, carefully and slowly, letting the precum live the way. It just felt so amazing, my cock felt like it was on fire and ready to pop. I breathed hard and gave her sexy ass a slap which made her yelp in enjoyment. 

"I just can't get over how fucking firm and tight your ass is baby.." I said as I squeezed one of her cheeks. 

She smiled and said "Jogging the mornings I'm off sweetheart. Aerobics on the weekends."

Whatever she did, it works. We both moaned and grunted as I kept massaging her forbidden hole with my dick. As I thrusted my shaft inside her, I kept sliding more of it in until I was ready to take her completely. "You ready for all if it?"

"Just do it... I can take it..."

With her being lubed up and bring used to my overall size and thickness I finally pushed forward and didn't stop until my full length was now buried deeply her.

"Oh fuck!! So fuckin big... Just do it baby... Just do it..."

I slid my thick rod in and out of her sweet ass, completely enthralled by how good it felt. Her ass gripped my cock like a vice. Her sexy moans only made it more intense. I held onto her hips and started to go faster now. 

"Ughhh!!!! Ohhhh Joseph.... Don't hold back baby..."

I started going faster, feeling it easier to thrust in and out of her. I felt comfortable that I wasn't going to hurt her now, and it just felt so good it would have been impossible to slow down. I started slamming harder against her now, taking her fully each time. Her moans grew louder as did the sounds of my hips slapping against her cheeks. 

I rocked her body back and forth as I fucked her ass without restraint. She moaned uncontrollably as she held on tightly onto the bed and started thrusting back against me too. 

"Oooh baby... Don't stop... Don't fuckin stop.... Oh god!!!" Her voice was the highest pitch I ever heard. The pleasure was just ripping through her, forcing her to yell out uncontrollably. 

I slammed her ass intensely, losing myself to the perfect image of fucking my dream girl in the ass, with the satisfaction that the sexy bitch was fuckin loving it. My cock felt so blissfully perfect inside her. I groaned as I fucked the hell out of her as I felt like I was meant to be the one to tear into her anal cherry. This was the most intense sexual moment I ever experienced in my life. 

We kept at it for a few moments, the sounds of my hips slapping her cheeks trailing through the apartment. There were no words, only sounds of intense pleasure as I took this woman in her forbidden hole. Her ass gripped me so tightly I was ready to cum at any moment.

"Oh fuck... I'm gonna cum Becky...."

"Do it baby!!! Cum right up my ass! Don't stop until you give me everything!!!"

I plowed her ass mercilessly as I finally felt myself explode violently inside her. She gasped as she felt the hot thick fluids invade her ass as I gave her everything I had. I couldn't stop fucking her though, I just kept slamming into her as my cock shot a second smaller load. I just wanted to empty myself completely inside her, as the ravaged woman moaned insanely. 

"YES!!!! YES!!! I can feel you cumming inside me!!! Oh fuck, you drive me crazy Joseph!!! Don't stop!!!"

I rammed as hard as I could inside her, fighting off how tired and sore I was by now. Each thrust made the sexy bitch take the full thick length of my cock deep inside her tight ass. Becky almost tore the sheets off the bed as she finally moaned intensely, cumming violently from anal bliss. 

After a few more thrusts, we both collapsed on the bed, panting hard from a violent shared orgasm. We were both basically a hot sweaty mess, holding on tightly to each other as we laid there, satisfied. After a while she finally spoke.

"That was so intense... I didn't think getting anal would feel that good... Mmm Joe... that part of me will always be yours... No matter what happens, you're the man that popped my anal cherry..."

"Man Becky... I lost track of how many times I dreamed about fucking you like that.... This was all kinds of wrong... but thank you..."

"All kinds of wrong Joseph? And yet... no regrets?"

I sighed a bit as I held her close, giving her a satisfied smile, "No regrets baby..."

After a while she got up and took a quick shower. I laid there in bed, thinking of what I have done. I admit it. I fucked up. I cheated on my girlfriend all because I was too weak to say no. But why didn't I feel as horrible as I should? maybe if it was Trish or Mariah... but this was Becky Clemens.... I just couldn't say no...

Becky soon stepped out, drying her hair and sliding her baggy shirt back on. "Guess I gotta jet... Don't wanna push it in case your girlie drops by for a surprise visit."

"Um.. yeah..."

She gave me a look and went over to put her arms around me, "No regrets remember? Consider this a favor to a friend... and boy, what a favor... Of anyone else I could have gone with... I'm glad I chose you."

"To be honest.. I'm extremely flattered you chose me... I've been wanting you so badly... I never even thought you'd ever want me the same way..."

She kissed my cheek lightly, "I do Joseph.... I do. And who knows... you were so good.... I might just drop by again someday to say 'hi'."

"I thought this was a one time thing Becky...? I'm not really sure I wanna have some kind of secret affair... it's too risky to continue...."

"Maybe it is..." she smiled as she headed towards the door, "....but I do know one thing..."

"What's that?"

She gave me a sexy mischievous little smirk, "You just can't say no to me. Later, lover...." 

She blew me a kiss and closed the door behind her. I sighed with mixed feelings as I plopped down on the couch. What could I say except she was right. I don't know how I'd be able to look Kayla in the eye again after this. The only thought on my mind was the next time we get in the mood to mess around.... I'm definitely fucking my girlfriend in the ass.



Sweet Temptation



He held her in his arms just as much as she was holding him as they waited for their breath, bodies and senses return to earth. The room suddenly became bright with colors flashing around them. It was now time to watch the fireworks outside, while they lay in the comfort of each other’s glow from their own fireworks.

What had started quite differently for each of them had now become one feeling; a feeling for each other. He had never wanted to care and she never thought she could, but what they found in each other was as sweet as an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top.



Sweet Temptations



You unlock the door as you come home from work. As you walk in, closing the door behind you, you notice that there is a light on down the hall. Did you leave a light on? 

You put your keys down and start down the hall to find where the light is coming form. You notice that the bathroom door is pulled almost closed but there is a glow behind it. 

You slowly push the door open. The smell of vanilla greets you as candles burn softly from various spots around the room. The bathtub is full of steaming bubbles and there is a fluffy towel and washcloth on top of the hamper. 

On top is a single long stemmed red rose. A rose? For you? Why not? After all, a single red rose is a symbol of love, deep and true. You pick up the rose and smell it. That is when you notice the note under it. 

"Slip under the bubbles and enjoy a nice soak, I will take care of the rest." 

The note is not signed, but does it need to be? After all it was just a little while ago, while you were at work, that you sent me the text message. The one that said it was ok for us to start seeing more of each other, even having sleepovers. Did you think that just because it was a Wednesday night, not a weekend, that I wouldn't be here when you came home? 

You gently put the rose on the side of the tub and begin undressing, pulling your shirt over your head. 

Soon you are up to your chest in bubbles, the hot water relaxing your muscles. You lay your head back against the wall and close your eyes. 

I give you enough time to unwind a bit before I slip into the room with you. As I sit on the side of the tub you open your eyes. 

I lean forward to give you a kiss, then another, and another. Pulling back away from you I put my hand on your chest and push with gentle pressure till you lay back again. 

You look at me closely, noticing what I am wearing. I know that you like red and black, but this time I picked something different. My nightgown is a soft peach color, satin and lace, thin straps, cut low, and coming to a rest at mid thigh. 

"Are you hungry, Sugar?" I ask softly. 

"Yes."

I know you're not talking about food, but we will get there, eventually. 

I hold up the bowl in my hands and with my fingers pick up a slice of sweet fresh peach that I fixed earlier, covering them in sugar and letting them sit till they are as sweet as candy. 

I hold a slice up to your mouth and as you take a bite your eyes never leave mine. When you finish the slice I hold my fingers up for you to lick. 

Mmm your tongue grazes my finger sending chills down my spine. I pick up another slice and you eat half of it. Before you can come back for the second half I lean to you and press the cool fruit against the skin of your neck, then drag it down to your shoulder. 

I lean down and lick the sweet trail I have just left, then sitting back up slide the rest of the slice of peach into my mouth. 

You are a quick learner, yes you are. You reach for a slice and offer me a bite then follow my lead, leaving a sweet trail from my jaw down to my collar bone. As you lean forward to lick the sweetness off, the water makes a swishing sound. 

When you lean back I lean down for the rest of my slice of peach but you have other plans. You start where you left off on the first pass and drag the fruit down across the curve of my breast and you can see me shiver. 

Your warm tongue causes my breath to catch and as my back stiffens the strap falls from my shoulder. You dip the peach back into the bowl, getting more sweet juice, then paint my breast, across my nipple. 

Your mouth closes over my nipple, your teeth grazing it just enough to make me whimper. 

Somewhere in the back of my mind is a voice telling me that this is not how my plan goes, but damn it's a good plan B. 

When you lean back again I take a deep breath and my hand beats yours to the bowl. I set the bowl aside and reach into the basket by the tub and pick up my favorite bath sponge and a bottle of shower gel. 

I squeeze a generous amount into the sponge and lather it up. Starting at your neck I soap you up, across your shoulders, your arms, your chest, down your stomach, your legs, across the tops of your feet, then under. 

I rinse the sponge and re-soap it then motion for you to lean forward. I wash your back with long slow strokes, rubbing as I go. I move around again and reach down between your legs. The sponge finds you rock hard and throbbing. I wrap it around your shaft and pull up, letting you slide through the sponge. 

"Damn, Babe," nothing has ever sounded sweeter to my ears. 

I rinse the sponge again and use it to squeeze water over you, rinsing you clean. I hold the towel up for you as you get out of the tub, letting the water and what is left of the bubbles go down the drain. 

I dry you with firms strokes then let the towel drop to the floor. I reach up and wrap both arms around your neck, raise up on my toes, and kiss your lips, letting my body brush against yours. 

"Are you ready for bed, Sugar?" 



Sweet Temptations



It was an unusually slow Monday on an unusually warm March day in Chicago. Larry was in his home office, and bored waiting for return calls. He left his email screen open, and signed onto his fb account. He saw that his lover, Jen was on fb as well. He and Jen started an affair a few months ago, but were very careful not to send anything online that could be traceable. So he posted a generic post that would sound like a normal conversation, but had special meaning to them. So he posted on his wall

"Argh, my email inbox is exploding!" he posted

A few minutes later, Jen typed a reply on his wall.

"I sure don't miss that! Good luck with that!"

Two exclamation points in any response was her code that she was ok to leave and come over. And two capitol letters meant she was on her way and would be there within twenty minutes. Larry loved to be a creative lover whenever possible, so he moved quickly to clear the kitchen table, which would be part of his plan for this afternoon. He went back downstairs to his home office, and checked his email and voicemail again. Nada. He sent email to away, and sent his calls to voicemail, and only VIP calls to go to his cell. He then turned off all the lights except for one that was visible from the street in the left window. 

In the meantime, Jen quickly finished what she was working on, and stacked up her finished work and unfinished work into two piles, then she headed out the door. She was very glad she was able to go see Larry again. The traffic seemed to take forever. Once she got to Larry's street, she drove past looking the light in the window that was her signal that everything was ok. It was lit. So, she parked a few houses down, got out of her car and locked up, and walked quickly to his house. 

Larry peered out the door. He felt a nervous, electric energy go through him when he saw her. He smiled at her and held the door for her. 

"Hey sexy" said Larry and pulled her in for a kiss.

The kiss was passionate and urgent and very intense. Their hands touched and roamed and caressed each other. Shirts were unbuttoned and zippers were unzipped, clothes taken off and fell to the floor. Jen felt Larry's hard cock against her leg and reached down to grab his hard on when she was surprised when he stopped her from touching him.

"Come here sexy" Larry said. He then abruptly spun her around and tied his dago tshirt around her eyes as a blindfold.

Jen laughed, a bit startled and said "Are we going to play blindman's bluff" She tried to take off her blindfold but Larry grabbed her hands. He then led her naked and blindfolded from the entryway to the kitchen. He led her to the edge of his kitchen table and turned her around so he could lift her up to sit on the edge of the table. 

Jen was still sitting and as soon as her hands were released, she tried to peek through her blindfold. 

"Hey, no peeking!" Larry protested. He swatted her hands playfully away from her face. Jen heard Larry's footsteps and heard the fridge open and close. Then, she sensed Larry close to her. She heard a chair or stool being moved. Then, she felt a very cold sensation on her breasts, along with Larry's warm touch putting a thick and wet substance on her breasts. Her nipple reacted immediately, quickly hardening under the cold. She shivered in response. Goosebumps appeared on her arms. Larry stood next to her, leaned over and rubbed both of her arms. He then proceeded to lick the whipped cream off the base of her breasts first. He made large, slow circles with his tongue. This made Jen moan and squirm around the edge of the table. 

"Larry, please!" Jen pleaded, not knowing whether or not he wanted him to stop or continue.

"Please? Please what?" Larry teased, and moved to her other breast. He again moved his tongue around the base of her other breast, completely avoiding her nipple. Her nipples were not only hard from being cold, but also from being aroused. He continued to lick, using large strokes of his tongue. He cupped both of her breasts in his hands. The alternating sensation of hot and cold was very exciting to Jen. Next, Larry gentled flicked his finger over her nipples. This causes Jen to move and squirm on the table. He then gently licked the rest of the whipped cream off her nipples, barely touching them with his tongue. Abruptly, he moved off of Jen. She was very startled by this, and did not know what to expect. 

"Larry?" Jen inquired

She heard him moving around softly, then felt his hands on her thighs, parting them. The next thing she felt was 2 sensations at the same time. She felt his warm tongue on her clit, and something very cold at the tip of her pussy. Larry pulled her legs up over his shoulders. He continued to lick her clit as he pushed a chocolate covered frozen banana just inside her pussy. 

"OOOOOHHH that is cold!" screamed Jen, as she wriggled around. 

Larry pulled out the banana. He saw an immediate reaction from her, as a sudden rush of thick white cream came out of her pussy. Larry inserted the banana back into her pussy. To Jen, it was so cold it was painful. It was SO intense. 

"Coooollldd!! Larry, please!" Jen begged

"More please? Sure thing!" Larry smirked

He took her legs off his shoulders, but held onto her inner thighs as he very slowly pulled the banana back out and then pushed it back in slowly. He could see her outer lips swell with arousal. He slowly pulled the banana back out, as he did not want to damage any of her beautiful pussy from the cold. He guided her off the table and into his bedroom. He guided her to the edge of the bed and laid her back down. He broke off a piece of the banana and put it all the way into her pussy. He could hear her sudden intake of breath. He picked her up and scooted her up so she was all the way onto the bed.

He moved her to her side and then moved so they were side by side in a 69 position. 

"Take off the blindfold Jen, I have something I know you like." Larry said

Jen opened her eyes and saw Larry's hard cock close to her. 

"Oh my goodness. I just love your cock" Jen exclaimed. 

She began to lick his shaft up and down. She took his balls into her mouth and sucked them. She then took his hard on into her mouth and sucked it. At the same time, Larry was eating her like she was an ice cream sundae. His tongue flicked into her pussy and played with her clit with his fingers. They were both enjoying the sensations of each other. Larry pulled Jen on top of him. At this angle, he was able to spread her open more and use his fingers and tongue to eat the banana out of her pussy.

He tasted and drank all of her juices that came out of her pussy and ate the banana. He continued to lick her pussy, working his tongue over her clit. He fingered her pussy hard, making her moan into his cock. She was so keyed up from all the food play, her orgasm was fast and intense. She stopped sucking his cock for fear of biting him and let out a primal moan. 

Once she caught her breath , Jen continued sliding his cock in and out of her mouth and creating wonderful sensations in her mouth. To Larry, it was warm and wet and sensual. He felt his cock harden and expand even more if that was possible. Jen sucked harder and used her hand to stroke the base of his cock while she moved him in and out of her mouth. She could feel that he was close to orgasm. She tightened her mouth around him and squeezed the base of his cock hard. 

Larry also let out a primal moan as his cum flowed out of his cock into her mouth. Jen swallowed all of his cum eagerly. She continued to lick and suck him until Larry asked her to stop.

They both lay there, catching her breath. 

"So, are you ready for the cucumber yet?"  Larry asked?



Sweet Temptations from New Orleans



For my slut princess...the following is a mixture of fact and fiction. 

*****

You arrived at the restaurant promptly at 7:30, just as instructed. I had already chosen a secluded booth in the back of the Steakhouse. I enjoyed watching you walk back toward the booth and rose to greet you as you reached the table. I gave you a hug, a soft kiss on your neck and whispered in your ear, "Anna, you look perfect. You're a good girl." You smiled. 

You were anxious to sit down as you felt a little self-conscious in your dress. Not that it was overly revealing - a simple summer dress with buttons down the front, but it was a size smaller than you usually wear and clung to your curves. I had chosen and paid for the dress online, along with the 4" stilettos you were wearing. You had picked everything up at the store earlier that day, as it was part of my instructions for the evening. 

I guided you into the booth next to me. A bottle of red wine was waiting and I poured us each a glass. "So, hubby is out of town?" I asked. 

"Yes, until tomorrow night."

"And the boys?"

"My parents are in town and watching them."

"And where did you tell them you were going?"

"I said that I would be out with a girlfriend until late."

We both smiled. It was rare that we got to spend time together but luckily I was visiting town on a business trip and we were able to see each other again. After some more wine, we ordered and enjoyed a meal while catching up on everyday life. After dinner, you excused yourself to go to the restroom. Before you could get up, I grabbed your arm and pulled you toward me. I whispered in your ear, "When you come back to me, I want the top two buttons and bottom two buttons on your dress undone." 

Surprised by my request, you simply nodded ok, and got up. After washing up and touching up your makeup, you looked in the bathroom mirror. You were alone there and considered my instructions. The bottom two buttons were not a big deal, as it still left at least one button done hiding your panties. The top two buttons were more problematic. One button revealed your cleavage, but looking in the mirror, you felt undoing the second button was obscene. With two buttons undone, your large breasts were nearly completely exposed. You could not walk out of the bathroom like that, not with all the customers and workers present. 

Studying your reflection in the mirror, you wondered how you even got here. After a normal childhood and young adult years, you met your future husband at 23. Married 3 years later, you had been a loyal wife for almost 20 years. In comparison to your girlfriends, you married sex life was normal. Yet, you had always thought something was missing - there was not the passion and adventure that you yearned for. You had tried to spice things up with hubby, but to no avail. So, you used online porn and erotic romance novels to fill the void. That was until I came into your life.

We met in New Orleans. You were there for a long weekend with girlfriends, and I was in town on a guys trip. Introduced through mutual friends, we spoke about things we had in common on the first night. I found you to be attractive, engaging and bright. You were conservative in your appearance, but a bit of a flirt, which I liked. After our initial conversation, I lost track of you, but when I saw you again on the second night, I found out that the attraction had been mutual. We danced a bit and eventually I was able to get you alone. After a long, open conversation, the attraction grew. We ended the night having some fun together, and I learned that you had an adventurous side.

After New Orleans, we discretely kept in touch via email, text and occasional phone calls. It was during this communication that our sexual attraction deepened. I made you feel desirable and the sexy fun we shared became intoxicating. I was very open with you about my need to be in control sexually. I like to take charge and explore boundaries. That intrigued you. You knew that I wanted a woman to share in my adventurous games and follow my rules. Mostly I wanted a woman who wanted to please me. You wanted to be that woman. 

So, looking in the mirror, you faced a decision. Follow my instructions and risk embarrassment, or go against my wishes and risk my displeasure. You wanted to leave return to the table with both buttons undone, but your legs would not move you toward the door. "It's just too slutty," you thought.

"I can't do it." Reluctantly, you re-buttoned the second button and left the bathroom. 

I watched you return to the table. You did not make eye contact with me, sliding into the booth to my right and staring at your glass of wine. You felt my eyes on you. "I'm disappointed," I told you in a low voice. Your heart sank. "Why didn't your follow my instructions?" I asked.

"I...I just couldn't do it...it's too embarrassing...I want to please you... but I couldn't...I'm sorry."

"Anna, have spoken alot about you trusting my judgment."

"I do trust you."

"Then hold still," I told you. I slowly raised my left hand to your neck. After some gentle caressing, I traced a line down your collarbone and into your cleavage. When I reached the second button, I undid it. You felt your dress open. You

breathed deeply and felt flush. 

"Just relax," I told you. "Everything is fine... you look incredibly sexy."

Just then, you saw the waiter approaching. I grabbed your hand and squeezed it to reassure you. He was young and good looking, but you kept your eyes on your wine glass. He asked if we wanted dessert. You wanted to say No, so that he would quickly leave. But I asked what they had, and the waiter slowly recited the options. You knew he was catching glances of you as he spoke. "Bring us the chocolate cheesecake...we'll share," you heard me say, and the waiter left.

"I think our service is going to improve," I joked with you. You were still nervous. "Look at me." You looked into my blue eyes. "You're doing great. I know this is out of your comfort zone, but you have nothing to worry about. I wouldn't let it get out of hand." You felt yourself relax a bit.

In a short time, our waiter returned, but now with two others in tow. One with the cheesecake, one with place settings and the third to refill our waters. They all took their time. "See I told you so," I whispered into your ear. You forced a smile. Finally they left. "You are old enough to be their mother, and yet they could barely hide their hard-ons for you. How does that make your feel?"

"I'm not interested in them."

"What are you in interested in?"

"I just want to please you."

We took turns sharing the cheesecake and then I kissed you. Starting with your shoulder, I softly kissed my way up your neck to behind your ear. You enjoyed my attention with your eyes closed. Then I kissed your lips, softly at first, then deep and passionate. You felt my hand on your thigh. From our pervious meeting, you knew my touch meant that you were to part your legs for me. When you did, I was pleased and kissed you again passionately. I rubbed my rough hand up and down your soft, toned thigh, each time moving a little closer to your pussy. You desperately wanted to feel me touch you, but you were also conscious of how wet you had become and that your panties were now soaked. 

I undid another button on the bottom of your dress, exposing your sheer peach colored panties. The table hid most of our activities and I pushed your legs farther apart. I looked into your eyes as I touched your panties. When I felt how wet they were, I smiled at you. You looked back at me almost apologetically. Your expression told me that you just could not help it. Being with me, following my instructions, anticipating what I would do next - it all made you wet. I untied the black silk laces on the sides of your panties. When you realized that I was going to remove them, your eyes grew wide and you looked around. "Trust me," I said. 

And you raised yourself up and I pulled the panties off you. My hand returned to your bare pussy. You had shaven it earlier in the afternoon, per my instructions. I gently slide a single finger down the center and back up, only slightly penetrating you. I continued to tease you, as I watched your breathing increase. Slowly my finger pushed deeper into your wetness and finally inside of you. Then I pushed a second finger into you and your hips raised up, as you grinded yourself into my hand. With my fingers inside you, my thumb brushed your clit, sending electricity through your body. It would not take much to send you over the edge, but then I stopped. I raised my fingers to my mouth and tasted one. I offer the other to you and you eagerly took it in your mouth. With my finger still in your mouth, I kissed you, wanting to share the taste with you. Quickly I pulled away, as I noticed the waiter approaching. I placed a linen napkin over your lap, just in time. The waiter asked, "Is there anything else..." 

"Just the check," I said interrupting him. Now I wanted to get rid of him. When he walked away, I told you, "Time for you to suck my cock." 

"Here?" you said, eyes wide.

"Get under the table," I ordered.

"Really?"

I stared at you. You knew that I did not like to have my instructions questioned, and you quickly realized I was serious. I held up the long tablecloth. You looked around, and not seeing anyone watching, you nervously slide down underneath. 

While your eyes adjusted to the darkness under the table, you reached for me and found my hands pulling my cock out. I smacked your hands away, reminding you of another one of our rules - blow jobs were mouth only, no hands. You lowered your head and began to suck my semi-hard cock, feeling it grow quickly in your mouth. It was awkward under the table, but you enthusiastically worked on me. Serving me in such a public place turned you on, as did the fact that you had no choice. To try and deny my wish would mean disrespect and you know that would not be tolerated, another rule of our relationship. 

With your left hand supporting your weight, you reached back to your pussy with your right. You knew that you were not allowed to touch yourself without permission, but there under the table, you couldn't resist. You rubbed your pussy as you sucked my cock, being careful not to get yourself too close to the edge. An orgasm without permission would definitely not be a good idea. 

Suddenly, you felt my hand on your head. You braced for what you knew was coming. Grabbing a fist full of your hair, I pushed your head deeper onto my cock, cutting off your air supply and pushing hard against the back of your throat. Although it was uncomfortable, you liked when I took control and used you for my pleasure. Normally I held you there as you struggled, and when I finally let you free, it would take a few moments to fight off the gag and choke reflexes and regain your composure. Then you would open your mouth and offer your hole to me again, my cock growing harder each time. It's a game we played over and over. But under the table in a crowded restaurant, you feared the noise of your choking would be heard, so you were surprised when you felt my hand. Nevertheless, I pushed you down hard on my cock. After what seemed like a full minute, your hand left your pussy and tapped several times on my thigh. 

With your tap out, I released your head. You pulled away and quietly gasped for air. You had very little time to recover, when you felt my hand grab for your hair again. Quickly you were forced back down deep on my cock. As you struggled, you heard my talking and realized the waiter must be back. My hand pushed you down harder as I spoke to the waiter. You tapped my thigh, but there was no release. Your eyes began to water and you struggled to maintain your composure. Beginning to feel light headed, you desperately tapped my thigh again. After several seconds, I released you. You gasped and fought back the chokes. 

I lifted the tablecloth, reached for your arm and pulled you back into you seat. You were a mess - lipstick smeared, mascara streaks down your cheeks, hair disheveled. I just smiled at you. Then, I grabbed your right hand and lifted it to my nose. Smelling your pussy, I gave you a stern look. Your broke my glare looking down. "Anna, We'll need to address that later," I told you. "Now it's time to leave. But I can't take you out of here looking like this. Go clean yourself up."

"Yes Sir," you replied. "May I go to the restroom?"

I nodded, and you got up and walked quickly with you head down back to the bathroom. There was an older woman brushing her hair in front of the mirror when you entered. Upon seeing your reflection, you worked quickly to straighten your hair and fix your face. "Are you ok, dear?" the woman asked, looking at your reflection. 

"Yes, thanks," you replied embarrassed as you looked in your bag for lipstick to reapply. She gave you a concerned smile and left. Fixed up as best you could, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your dress was still unbuttoned, revealing most of your breasts. But, instead of being frozen at the thought of leaving the restroom, now you just turned and slowly walked to the door. 

You found me waiting for you outside the door. I grabbed your hand and walked you through the restaurant. You followed very close behind me trying to conceal yourself against me. I thought about making you walk in front of me and enjoying your embarrassment, but decided to save that for another day. Once outside, you stood up against me as I asked for a taxi. I kissed your neck and rubbed your ass as we waited, causing more wetness to flow from your pussy. You began to worry that your juice may begin to run down your leg. 

When the taxi arrived, the valet opened the door for you. As he and I stood by, you tried to get in casually, but you knew that you were putting on a show, with your tits nearly exposed and your wet pussy barely covered. I got in the other side and told the driver which hotel. You looked up and saw the older middle eastern man staring at you in the mirror. As we pulled away, you noticed me unzipping my pants. At the same time I grabbed the back of your head and pushed you down to my cock. 

You began to suck my hardening dick as I pulled your ass up. Now on with your knees on the seat, your ass was high in the air. You felt my hand push your dress up, completely exposing your ass. My other hand pushed your head down hard on my cock again. My fingers probed your soaked pussy as I harshly guided your head up and down with a fist full of your hair. You began to choke, as I was unmercifully worked your throat. 

You felt the car stop, and knew that driver could hear your choking noises. He must have also had a view of your ass high in the air. You didn't care. You knew that you were safe with me and only wanted to please me. This was the excitement that you had yearned for after so many monotonous years of marriage and vanilla sex. You heard me tell the driver that the light was green as I continued to use your mouth. My greasy fingers began to probe your asshole. You began to wonder if tonight is the night that I will introduce you to anal sex, something that you had always refused other men, but knew that I would not be denied. Even though the thought of having your ass fucked made you nervous, you wanted me to have the gift of your anal virginity. You wanted me to claim it from you...to own all of you. 

The car stopped and I let go of you. Slumping down in your seat, you tried to compose yourself. Your door was soon opened by the hotel valet. You tried to pull your dress down and step out of the taxi with some composure, but you knew you must have looked like a complete slut, hair and makeup a mess, dress barely covering you. You soon saw me outside the taxi and I offered you my hand, dismissing the valet. I helped you out of the cab, and walked you towards the hotel entrance. 

Before going in, I stopped and faced you. I straightened out your hair and then wet a napkin with my saliva. It dabbed it on your face, cleaning your smeared lipstick and mascara. "Anna, they know me here, so you cannot be looking like a cheap whore when we walk in," I told you as I fixed your make up. Then I buttoned one button on the top and bottom of your dress. "Even if that's what you are, my dirty slut." 

As I opened the door, you smiled to yourself and your pussy tingled, as you wondered what I had in store for you. 

(End of Part 1)