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The Date

By: ShyGuy68



We had been friends for a while, and I had finally gotten up the courage to invite her to my place for dinner one evening. She had accepted it, and I was so excited, because I have really liked her for some time.

I had given it a lot of thought about what to serve, and had finally decided what I was going to cook. When she arrived, she saw that I had been busy, and had laid out a nice table. Only candles lighted the room, and there was soft music playing on the stereo.

I placed the food on the table, and asked her to sit down. I had cooked Pasta Carbonara with lots of garlic. Along side that I served a fresh salad, and small French bread with garlic butter. After we both had served food on our plates, I poured us a glass of red wine.

I raised my glass to toast her, and we toasted for 'great friends'. As we ate, we talked about how nice it was to be alone together, and she complimented me for my cooking. I thanked her, and said it was really nothing special.

The soft music that played in the background made the atmosphere in the room very romantic helped along by the candles.

After the main course I served warm apple pie with whipped cream. We had shared the first bottle of wine so far, and without asking her, I had opened a second one. After dinner we moved to the couch, facing each other, and just talked and talked, about how great we got along, and how well we felt in each other company.

She had her arm and hand resting on the back of the couch, and I gently and carefully laid my arm there too. Gently letting my fingers start to touch her hand, a bit scared if she would pull it away. I was a relieved when she didn't. She just looked me straight in my eyes, and smiled gently.

After a while her fingers started to play with mine, and soon we were holding hands. I noticed that there was a very slow dancing tune playing on the stereo, and I asked her to dance with me. At first we just danced with a bit of distance between us, but slowly she let herself get closer to me. Within a few short minutes I had her in my arms, and she was letting her head lean on my shoulder. I gently let my hands caress her back, her shoulders and her hair. She caressed my neck and the top of my back at the same time.

After we had danced for a while, she turned her face up towards me, and whispered, "Kiss me". I gently kissed her forehead to start with. Then slowly down over her closed eyes. Down to her chin, before I very softly kissed her lips. After a few soft kisses, I gently let my tongue start slide in between her lips, and she parted them, and her tongue started to play with mine.

I pulled away from her, and with her hands in mine, we walked over to the couch, I sat down, and pulled her down on top of me. Facing me. Then I started to kiss her again, more passionately this time. And I let my hands start to caress her back again, and slide one hand down to her ass. I started to tease it, and caress it. The other hand I let play with her hair, and her neck, knowing that most women like that, and hoping that she would do too.

We continued to kiss, and she started to caress my back and neck. She could feel that I'm very sensitive there, because of the way I started react when she touched me. It made me breathe deeper, and kiss her with more passion.

Slowly I let one hand slide down her thigh. Letting it slide down to the edge of her dress, and then slowly up the inside of her dress. I gently caressed her thighs under her dress, and I can hear her breathing deeper, as I let my mouth move away from hers, and down to her neck. Kissing it gently.

Suddenly she stands up, and takes my hands in hers. She leads me into the bedroom and while I stand and look at her, she slowly unbuttons my shirt, and caresses my chest. Once she had opened my shirt completely, she gently covered my chest with kisses. I let my hands caress her head, her hair, and her neck. She slowly kisses her way down my chest until she reaches my trousers; she unbuckles my belt and slides them off to the floor.

Suddenly she stops, stands up and turns her back to me. I gently kiss her neck, and she lets my hands pull down the zipper on her dress. As I exposed her back, I gently kiss it. Letting my lips and the tip of my tongue trail her spine. When the dress falls to the floor, I also slide her panties off to join the dress. I let my hands caress the side of her body, and her hips; I hold them and squeeze gently. Slowly I kiss my way back up her spine, and I let my hands slide around to her stomach. My fingertips gently tease it, and slowly they move up towards her breasts. I cup her breasts on the outside of her bra, squeeze them gently and kiss my way up over her shoulders, neck and up to her ear. Teasing her ear with my tongue, just barely touching it.

She then turn around in my arms, and let her mouth cover mine, teasing my tongue with hers. She lets her hands caress my neck and shoulders again, and then slides down my back, letting her fingernails tease my spine. She can feel me reacting to her gentle touch. At the same time I let my hands open her bra from behind, and let it fall to the floor, and I then slowly let my mouth slide away from hers. Gently kissing my way down her neck, and over the top of her chest. My hands slide around to her breasts, and as I cup them, I start to kiss them. Gently sucking on her nipples, and tease them with my teeth. I can feel them harden in my mouth, and I hear her moan in excitement.

I continue down over her belly, tongue kissing her bellybutton, letting my hands caress her hips and butt at the same time. Gently teasing her with my fingertips. As I still let my tongue tease her navel, I let my fingertips tease the back of her thighs, and her knees.

I then move away from her. Take her hand in mine, and gently lead you to the bed. We lie down, facing each other, and start to kiss again. Our hands start to caress each other body again. She starts to kiss her way down my neck, down over my chest. She starts to tease my nipples, just like I teased hers. As she does that, I let my hands gently play with her hair, running my fingers through it. And I caress her neck at the same time.

She slowly moves down over my belly, and gets closer and closer to my cock. Her hands tease the inside of my thighs, and I feel that I slowly start to get harder and harder. Just as she's about to let her tongue tease my cock, she stops, look at me with a wicked smile. She then gets on top of me, with her pussy over my mouth, and her mouth close to my cock. I start to kiss the inside of her thighs, Slowly getting closer and closer to her pussy and clit. Then suddenly I gently let my tongue start to tease her clit, very gently sucking on it, letting my teeth graze it.

She slowly starts to let her tongue tease the shaft of my cock, licking up and down. It's as hard as it can get now, and I really love the way her tongue feels on it. She then gently starts to pull the foreskin down, so she can start to tease my cock head with her tongue. She lets her tongue circle, and she can hear me moan in pleasure. Suddenly she takes the head into her mouth, and she hears me sigh in pleasure.

As she's licking and sucking my cock, I've been licking her clit and pussy lips. Gently circling them, and letting my tongue gently start to penetrate her. At the same time I'm letting my hands caress her back, butt, thighs, hips and play with her breasts. I can hear she likes it, because she's moaning almost as much as I am! She slowly moves away from me, and turns around, positioning herself above me. I pull out a condom, and roll it over my cock, and then she slowly starts to tease my cock head with her pussy lips. Then as I place my hands on her hips, she slowly slides down on top of me, looking me straight into my eyes at the same time, and she can see how much I'm enjoying it. Slowly she starts to move up and down on me, and I meet her thrusts, sliding all the way out, and in with every thrust. She bends down, so we can kiss, and as we do that, I lay still so she's the only one doing the thrusting.

Slowly she starts to move faster and faster, building up speed. My hands are playing with her breasts at the same time, cupping them, squeezing them and teasing her hard nipples. She can hear from me that I don't have long back before my climax, and she starts to move faster herself. I watch her as she lets her hand slide down and starts to play with her clit, and I know she's getting close too, and she wants to climax at the same time as me.

As she rides me and plays with herself at the same time, I can feel her muscles start to tighten up around me. I look into her eyes, and as she climaxes she closes them in pleasure. I grab her hips with my hands, and keep moving her up and down, until I climax too.

As the feeling from our climaxes subside, she falls down onto me, and I take her in my arms, roll to the side, and I pull the covers up over us. We just lay there, enjoying the heat from each other's bodies, and holding each other. Slowly we slide into sleep, arm in arm, and we stay like that the whole night.

The Date



I'd picked her up for our date after work, and as she sat there in the car next to me, I could barely keep my eyes on the road. Her hair fell in careless waves across her face and her makeup was subdued. She wasn't a small woman, but generous dimensions were always my preference anyway. She wore an outfit that was (intentionally?) maybe a half-size too tight; her legs extended invitingly from its narrow hem and her lovely tits strained against its front. I could barely contain my enthusiasm at the prospect of making love to her.

Her willing physicality amazed me, and I ended up spending the date happily under the control of her touch. We held hands through much of the movie, though she would increasingly allow her hand to rove about my body. Sometimes she would lightly massage my inner thigh. At others, she would caress the side of my neck. Maybe she would trace along my ribs, or lightly tug at my belt. I reached for her countless times, but she would always whisper "Later, I promise." My attention was riveted on her touch. Once, near the end of the film, she slowly raked her nail along the hardness of my groin. She felt the eagerness of my cock, and she smiled. I shivered.

Dinner went by in a flash. She'd purposely sat across from me, and she spent the entire meal lightly pushing against my cock with her feet, while her eyes glittered with purpose. I'd never known such a feeling of both sexual and sensual submissiveness, and I hadn't even removed an article of clothing! At the same time, I felt rather dominant in that I was being so openly seduced by such a sensuous, erotic, and inviting woman. I was glued to that chair, and I found it difficult to eat. When the waiter asked if I was OK, my date smiled at him and assured him that everything was QUITE all right.

We talked during the ride home, but I have to admit that my mind was completely on the erotic pleasures that this woman could, and seemingly would, provide. After parking right in front of her place, I jumped out and raced around to open the door for her. She looked up at me with the glimmer in her eyes that I had come to recognize and whispered "I'll leave the door open. Wait ten minutes, and not a moment less, and then come inside and ravish me." I waited exactly ten minutes and ran inside, feeling like a teenager for the first time in years.

There was a single dim light on in the silent living room. She was stretched across the return of a sectional couch, fully naked but for her jewelry, and staring at me. I sat down next to her and began running the fingers of one hand along her luscious body, with as feathery a touch as I could manage. Slowly...slowly...for countless minutes I caressed her skin, discovering her. She somehow lay still, gasping lightly as obvious chills ran through her body. A moan escaped her lips the first time my fingers passed lightly along her nipples. My cock felt like it would explode out of my pants, but I temporarily managed to put the feeling aside. I never would have thought myself capable of spending so much time simply caressing her like that, but she was a work of art and I was enthralled.

Finally, a single finger, and then several more, found their way to her moist, slightly heaving pussy. Her mouth opened as I traced her soft vaginal lips. Her pussy moved with me, eager for my touch. I felt thoroughly empowered, yet still somehow controlled. I extended one finger along the pliant skin between her legs until I found her anus, already wet with her flowing pussy juice. I carefully circled her anus with my finger while allowing my thumb to dip ever so slightly inside her. She gasped again and strained against my hand, yearning for more. After holding off for a few more seconds that seemed like an eternity, I moved my hand and slid my middle finger inside her pussy, along the top wall, allowing it to contour to her shape. Her eyes closed. I pulsed my finger against her, pulling very lightly toward me and then releasing. I could easily tell I was successfully stimulating her G-spot directly. At the same time, I began to brush delicately against her clit, measuring her varied reactions as each part of her clit was attended to. Finally, I leaned over - my hand still at work on her pussy - and began whispering about how beautiful I thought she was, how happy I was to be with her, and how much of a goddess she seemed to me right then.

I wrapped my free arm underneath her shoulders and pulled her close as I continued to work her with my hand and tell her how special she was. Holding her in the way that I was, I felt every movement, every shudder, as her moans became louder and her body tensed up in preparation for her approaching orgasm. I felt her juices flow move heavily, and her body became rigid. Her head tilted back, I felt a last hard push against my hand, and she screamed as she thrashed about and then went limp in her shattering orgasm. I held her tightly to me and lessened the intensity of my vaginal caresses as she recovered. My cock was throbbing inside my pants, but I didn't want to move a muscle.

After a few minutes, her clit told me that she wasn't done, and I began to work on her again. She opened her eyes and said "No. It's time for us now." I began to kiss her, but she pushed my face away and said "Off with the clothes. Now." Who was I to argue? I stripped as quickly as I could and said, teasingly, "Any more requests, my Mistress?" God, was I READY. "Yes," she replied. "Fuck me. Get deep inside me. I need to FEEL you." I positioned myself so I was kneeling between her legs, and I rested her knees comfortably on my shoulders. I placed my hands squarely on her soft tits and balanced myself above her pussy. I asked if she was OK, and she said, "I'm fine. Now...get inside."

I guided my now-raging shaft inside her and nearly fainted with the wonderful sensation of feeling her pussy wrap itself around me with my first penetration. With her legs resting on me, I had complete control and an excellent angle. I thrust deeper and deeper inside her as I slid along the top wall of her pussy, pressing against it as much as I could without leaning too far over her. The feel of her tits in my hands sent an added thrill of power and stimulation through me. We stared at each other, and her eyes were wide as she watched me. Chills coursed through me as I dove fully inside her, and I felt like my entire being was infused in my cock, and there was nothing to existence outside of our lovemaking. I felt myself careening toward orgasm, and I slowed ever so slightly; I never wanted it to end.

She shifted her legs to rest her feet on my chest. I rose up slightly, momentarily interrupting our rhythm, to lift one of her feet in my hands. I began kissing her foot, licking it, even sucking on her toes. Then I moved to the other. Her eyes were cutting through me like laser beams, and I continued to push myself fully inside her, feeling a wave of glorious ecstasy every time I did so. Once again, I felt that strange mixture of dominance and submissiveness that had characterized the entire night. And it turned me on even further.

I thrust as deeply as I could, gently removed her legs from my shoulders, and leaned down to rest on top of her. We tongue-kissed, and then attacked each other's necks. I could feel her nails digging into my back, pulling me further to her. I held her shoulders firmly, so as to pull her to me in return. I licked her neck, nibbled at it, bit it. I wasn't so much thrusting now as continuously pulsing fully against the insides of her pussy with my entire length. I gasped as I felt a fingernail break the skin on my back. She reached down and grabbed my ass to pull me in further, if that was even possible. We moaned as our teeth clamped against each other's necks. I knew that I could no longer put off my orgasm, but fortunately I felt her quickly moving toward one of her own. I felt her pussy CLUTCH me as she climaxed, and I could not help but let go in a shattering release, feeling my hot cum spilling from me in powerful bursts. It was a most devastating orgasm, and I collapsed against her utterly.

When I finally lifted my head, she opened her eyes. The glimmer was still there, but now her smile was one of caring and love. "It had been such a long time since I'd had a date. Will I ever hear from you again?" she asked. I replied, "Even if we WEREN'T married, you'd never be able to get rid of me. The date was a wonderful idea on your part!" Suddenly, I felt my cock stirring ever so slightly. She felt it too, and the nature of her smile changed once again...



The Date



The evening sun cast a soft orange light across the whispy clouds in the sky. After a long hot afternoon, a quick shower had felt very refreshing. She knew that soon, her husband would be home and that this evening would be special. As she dressed herself, she wondered how he would react to her plans...

This evening turned out to be a beautiful warm, summer night. A comfortable night to wear a sheer dress. A light breeze carried the fresh scents of early summer, grasses, and flowers, and the pleasant aromas of a healthy Earth.

He had selected this restaurant because he knew it to be quiet with a romantic atmosphere. It was a pleasant place to dine and he knew they could get a seat where they wanted.

"You look wonderful tonight." he said in compliment to his always beautiful mate. There was something about the way she carried herself tonight that made her simply radiant. He had attentively noticed that she had intentionally worn a subtly suggestive light fabric dress this evening. A high slit up her right leg, that cut dangerously high and a low neck that teased the eyes with a glimpse of the soft curves of cleavage. The restaurant had a unique atmosphere, somewhat unusual for a small town. You'd expect to see places like this in resorts and big cities, he supposed that was a part of it's appeal, and another reason for it's success.

They were quickly seated in their favorite section. This place had such a wonderful character. Originally a theatre, the dining area had seating that provided wonderful viewing of a small stage located opposite from the dining area. The stage frequently showcased local musicians and comedians who would come to perform for the dining audience. Wonderful ambient lighting made dining a treat, and the shows that accompanied them made for a delightful evening out.

The booth allowed them to sit side by side and face the stage in the center, where a local musician played acoustic guitar for the dinner crowd. They normally sat close at dinner and at first he hardly noticed her hand on his leg. Soon he noticed that his wife was not completely listening to the music or paying much attention to the show. Though he had not noticed, she had subtly shifted the fabric of her dress to one side, away from the open slit by her right leg. Though her legs were crossed he could see that she had done this for the pleasure of his eyes. Then the soft touch of her hand rising up on his thigh made his blood feel a bit warmer suddenly. Quickly he gazed around the room to see if anyone else could see her actions or suggestive posture. Obviously this was a good choice of location for dinner for a number of reasons, its seclusion on the far wall made it semi-private and the table cover served a strategic role in adding to the privacy.

Shifting slightly in her seat, her movements helped to expose more of her thigh. His eyes were drawn to the smooth curves of her legs and allowed himself to scan their shape. She had shifted inside of her dress to give as much as possible to his curious eyes, without giving it all away. Her soft, silky underwear was just visible, but she made sure by keeping her legs crossed that he didn't get too much of a view. She had learned the art of the tease and knew very well its advantages. She could see that it was having its desired effect on him as the obvious strain in his pants showed.

The dinner was a fine experience topped off with a wonderful dessert...a small bowl of ice cream over apple pie topped with a two cherries and whipped topping. She picked one cherry off the topping and raised it to her lips. Tilting her head back, she raised the cherry, and with her tongue, gently and very suggestively, licked the cream from the under side. She then slowly rolled her tongue around the cherry, knowingly teasing him with the show, before taking it into her warm mouth. The expression on his face said it all. He merely looked at her from the corner of his eye, and didn't have to say anything. Gently she reached her hand over to rub his leg. Slowly moving up his thigh to his swollen crotch, where with one swift, subtle motion, she released the strain by unbuttoning and unzipping the constricting trousers.

Startled, he glanced around the room to see if anyone could have noticed what was happening in their booth. To his delight, the room was dark enough and dinner was good enough that everyone was minding their own meals and enjoying their own conversation. This booth was well positioned indeed and the cloth of the table presented additional privacy, ensuring that their actions were free from prying eyes, even from the waiters passing by. "Thank goodness", he thought, as his now nearly fully erect cock was exposed to the workings of his woman's hand. But as quickly as she started, she took her hand away.

"Excuse me for a moment", she motioned as she slid out of the booth.

"Where do you think you're going" he asked, obviously confused at being abandoned so completely.

"Going to freshen up baby" she responded. "I'll be back...don't worry."

Within about 3 minutes she returned to the table and slid back into her seat next to him. She took the other cherry from the desert and popped it into her mouth, clenching it between her teeth as she smiled at him. Disappointed, she looked down to see that he had put away his now only half-hard flesh.

Shifting in her seat, she once again moved so that her dress rode well up her thighs, exposing the silky skin of her right thigh nearly to her hip. Now it was his turn, and his hand moved swiftly to her exposed thigh and she straightened her back a little, thrusting out her bosom, and turning toward him slightly for his pleasure. His eyes moved down her plunging neckline and could easily see from this angle, not only her cleavage, but also the curves of her breasts. Sitting forward as she had, made the fabric fall away from her chest. His eyes lingered on her wonderfully curved breasts as they hung in the air, practically defying gravity. But that was not all. As his hand moved up her thigh, he moved slightly more of the fabric of her dress, up and away, and as he did so, he noticed, he no longer saw or felt the silky fabric of her underwear. Subtly she spread her legs just a little, to prove to him that his eyes and hands did not deceive him. She had gone to the bathroom to remove her panties. They were now in her purse as she showed him by opening it slightly and lifting the fabric out with a finger, then quickly tucking it away.

Leaning over toward her, he kissed her softly on her lips. "You sure know how to make things hard on a man." He whispered into her ear.

"Oh, well, I guess I'll just have to take care of that then huh." She responded smartly, licking her lips seductively.

Letting his hand explore her thigh, he rubbed higher and moved to the inner part of her thigh. That made her sigh and subtly spread her legs even wider, to make his exploring easier. His touch was sending waves of warmth and pleasure through her body. As he moved closer and closer to her pleasure areas, the anticipation was building and her loins stirred with pleasure.

His left hand swiftly moved into the crevice between her thighs and briskly his fingers moved to her now partially exposed bush. The sudden rush from his touch made her sit up and practically gasp for air. She didn't realize how much she desired his touch, until this second. With his hand between her legs, in her crotch, he let his middle finger stroke side to side, across the soft folds of her opening. His touch and the side to side motion made the folds swell and separated as the blood rushed to the area. She flushed and her whole body shuddered with the sudden pleasure from the touch of his probing fingers.

The pleasure was almost too much and she had to hold back a wince of pleasure, only letting out a quick "Ooohh" as she wiggled softly, enjoying the touch of his talented hand. To meet his touch and to ease his motions, she thrust her hips forward, sliding forward in the seat and slumping back in her seat. This made the fabric ride even higher up her hips and gave his probing hand better access to her now fully exposed flower. With one smooth motion of his fingers, he separated his index and ring finger, separating the two protective folds of skin that covered her pink inner flesh, exposing her fully aroused clit to his probing middle finger. He applied soft pressure to her clit and slid his finger downward, seeking her moist opening, slowly and tenderly stroking the highly sensitive flesh as he probed.

The pleasure of his hand was almost too much for her now. Certainly too much for this crowded restaurant, but it was also too much for her to care at this second, so she gave in as his fingers probed her pink inner flesh. From the rising heat she felt inside her and the enormous growing tension in her loins, she knew that her arousal was very obvious. So obvious that when his finger found her opening, the moisture there covered his finger. As hot as she now was, his finger was now well lubricated and the arousal allowed him to slide his finger right into her. At this angle, it could only slide in about an inch, but that was more than enough for her at this moment. As he penetrated her, she once again had to control a moan of pleasure, letting out only a muffled "aahhh....", as she closed her eyes. She could feel her moisture now as it flowed onto his fingers and onto her leg. She was glad that she had removed her panties because they would now be completely soaked. She took in the pleasure as if drinking it up. The intense feelings of having his finger penetrating her, here in this public place brought a sudden wave of intense sexual pleasure. She wanted to spread her legs further and slide down in her seat even more so that he could have full access to her, but she had to fight off that feeling, even though the intensity of the pleasure made her mind crazy with passion. Opening her eyes, she looked over at him, his arousal was again very obvious, but now he had the advantage, and she was the one who was exposed.

Satisfied that he had teased her enough, he slowly, teasingly slid his finger out of her soaking cavern, adjusted his hand just slightly and with a quick stroke, pushed his finger inside again, even further this time. She was so moist that he was able to slide it right in, up to his middle knuckle he could tell. This motion caused another quiet moan and she arched her back to meet his motion. He knew that this had to be getting to be too much for her now and he couldn't keep up the teasing much more himself anyway. Sliding his finger out of her now, he let his fingers come together to slide along between the folds of her lower lips of skin, giving a last sensation of intense pleasure to her clitoris before pulling his hand away.

She looked over at him with a hungry look of lust and desire. She almost wanted to punish him for making her so intensely aroused, then teasing her with only his hand and pulling away, leaving her wanting, craving, starving to have him. She wanted to punish him right here, to pull his cock out of his pants, push him down on his back, straddle him and fill herself with his cock, right here in this booth. But it was now time to get out of here, besides, as far as they'd gone, they might have actually gotten someone's attention. Quickly, she gathered herself back together and sat upright again in her seat. Apparently, even though she had gotten lost in the pleasure, she had been able to keep from drawing attention and no one, not even the people two tables away had noticed the intense sexual scene she and her husband had created. She noticed that he too had to quickly get his composure back, as he shifted in his seat and in his pants.

Quickly he called for the check as he glanced over at his incredible sexy wife next to him in the booth. "You are soo fucking Hot," he whispered to her, "I don't think I can wait to get you home..."

"You'll make it," she said confidently, knowing really that she barely had control enough to wait to get home.

By the time the waiter came back with the check, they both had collected themselves just enough to make a safe departure. "Thank heaven the lighting in here is low," they both thought as they slid out of the booth to make their exit. He slid out first and turned to open the aisle to allow his wife to slide out, also intentionally blocking any prying eyes from her beautiful legs. She noticed this gesture and took advantage of it by allowing once again, the fabric of her dress to ride high on her thighs and up her hip. His eyes fell right to the tops of her thighs where he was able, as she knew that he would be, to catch a glimpse of her now glistening pussy. As she stood, she shifted her dress back down appropriately, once again, appearing as the perfect lady. Of course, now he had to stroll closely behind her, as his pants were once again stretched in front by his swollen cock, trying to push its way out.

They were both so relieved to step out of the restaurant into the cool evening air. They both felt very flushed from the excitement over dinner, and now were just cooling off. Outside, they stepped to the side of the entrance, and out of the front light. He pulled her to the side and softly positioned her against the wall, scanning her face, before kissing her inviting lips with a deep passionate kiss. Slowly the kiss broke and they gathered themselves together, checking to see if anyone had taken notice of their display of affection, (not that at this moment it would have mattered), but the only people that could have seen them were on the sidewalk over 20 feet away, engaged in conversation of their own.

"So my darling, what can I interest you in now?" he asked, coyly.

"Must you ask...?" she responded, with a wink.

They quickly headed back to the car for the ride home, flirting with each other with very suggestive postures, and language. She stopped along the way at one point, turning to him as she walked in front, and quickly pulled away the fabric of her dress, exposing her breasts to him, stopping him in his tracks after one of his suggestive comments. She quickly covered them and turned again, walking briskly in the direction of the car.

Like a gentleman he opened the door for her and bowed as she entered. She showed her appreciation by leaning forward suggestively, and hiking up her dress as she ducked in. This allowed him a quick glance down her dress at her cleavage, then she lifted one leg into the car at a time, with a short delay while she positioned her left leg before bringing in her right. She hadn't needed to hike up the dress much, but since she had, and had pulled the fabric in with her left leg, her right leg out the door lay bare, but that was not all. She was essentially nude from the waist down, completely exposed to his intent gaze, but quickly she pulled in her leg, snapping him to action, closing the door and quickly coming around to the driver's side.

"Let's get home dear" she didn't have to say, but whispered into his ear anyway. As he started the car and began to pull away, she leaned closer and whispered again, "I want to feel your cock inside me."

He found it just a little difficult to drive being so aroused. His pants were straining at his erection and his mind wasn't really able to focus 100% on the road ahead, but he proceeded safely, yet quickly to their home 10 minutes away.

She could not wait that long, and reached over into his lap, feeling once again the hardness straining against the fabric of his pants.

"We've got to let him out I think...He's suffocating" she joked as her fingers fumbled with the button of his trousers and his zipper. Within a few seconds, she had released his cock from the confines of his trousers. The sensation of his cock being released, brought a moan of pleasure. Her fingers immediately wrapped around the hardened shaft, feeling its warmth in her hand. Without further warning, she yanked downward on his trousers, pulling them off of his waist and pulling the waistband of his briefs down and out of the way of her hand, giving her freer access to his shaft as he attempted to drive. The feel of it in her hand made her loins begin to stir once again, as her arousal again climbed. She rubbed her thighs together and the soft pressure and friction hightened her arousal even more.

Hungrily, she leaned her head down towards his lap as he drove. With her hand, she guided the tip of his engorged penis to her soft lips, kissing the purple head. She then opened her lips and licked at the tip with her tongue, then flicking her tongue across the tip. She turned her head to the side and brought her lips to the under side of his cock now. She spread her lips and opened her mouth on the lower sensitive side of his cock, sliding her tongue along the shaft. Slowly she moved down, planting kisses and licking his shaft with her tongue. Raising her head again, she brought her lips to the tip, and slowly pushed her mouth down, allowing her moist lips to slide along, pleasuring his shaft, feeling the length of him insider her mouth and moving her tongue around on the shaft. She took almost half of him into her mouth at first and paused, allowing her tongue to slide around on him a little. His moans of pleasure made it obvious that he enjoyed what she was doing. The feel of his warm cock in her mouth, being pleasured by her moist lips and tongue made her even hotter and she could feel the moisture now obviously flowing from between her legs. She enjoyed having him in her mouth, but mainly because it made her imagine him inside of her pussy, and that thought right now was making her hornier than she felt she had ever been. She raised her head, sliding her lips up his hard shaft, until her tongue was again able to flick at the tip of his cock. Then hungrily she closed her lips on him again and began to slide him into her mouth again, stroking his cock with her mouth, lips and tongue. She was able to take him into her mouth now past half way, and with an adjustment swallowed his entire manhood into her warm, wet mouth, imagining the feeling of him pushing his hard cock, deep inside her moist, flowing vagina. As she felt the car shudder from pulling into their driveway, she slowly pulled her mouth off of him and kissed the tip as she sat back up, smiling at him and noticing the smile of pleasure on his face.

The car had barely stopped before they were both out of the car and racing for the doorway. "Thank heaven for the privacy border" he thought as they sneaked quickly behind the privacy of the front entryway plant border. He had not had a chance to completely cover himself and felt a little peculiar as he fumbled for the right key, quickly finding it and pushing the door open.

The door shut quickly behind them and they were quickly on each other. He was fumbling with her dress and she was fumbling with his pants and shirt. Within moments she had his pants again undone and down to his ankles. She reached around behind her to undo the two buttons that at this point barely held her dress on as he pushed it off her shoulders and made it fall to the floor. He fumbled to remove the rest of his clothing as he gazed at the glory of her body now naked except for the white satin fabric of her garter, suspenders and white thigh stockings. The teasing view he once had of her breasts at the restaurant was now a clear view of perfectly shaped globes of flesh that stood proudly off of her chest, tipped with inviting nipples. He now stood before her with his manhood pulsing under her longing gaze.

He reached out to pull her body to his. His hardness pressed against the smooth skin of her belly as they kissed deeply, exploring each other's mouths with their tongues. Leaning his head forward, he began to kiss down her neck, to her shoulders where he lingered, licking and placing kisses all over. He then slowly began to move down her chest, planting kisses as he went, until he reached her breasts that stood in front of him, pointing into the air, suspended perfectly, with her erect nipples, throbbing with anticipation. Feeling his breath across her nipple raised the excitement in her and she felt her body flush. His left hand moved to cover her right breast and his mouth fell to the other, closing his lips over her nipple and taking as much of her breast into his hungry mouth as he could. The sudden warm sensation of his hand and mouth on her caused her to gasp as her hands went to his head and her fingers ran through his hair. She arched her back, pressing her chest against his touch, the surge of sexual sensations flowing through her, her breasts suddenly filled with warmth that seemed to flow out to the rest of her body. Softly he stroked her nipple with his fingers of one hand while sliding his tongue over the other and sucking her breast into his mouth. His right hand now moved to her left leg, slowly stroking and caressing her skin. In response she spread her legs apart, lifting her left leg slightly to allow him easy access to her. He stroked her leg and moved his hand to the firm flesh of her bottom, feeling the smooth skin, then grasping a handful of her soft flesh and kneading her with his hand.




The Date



Thank you, Christa, for all your help.

It's funny how fast kids grow up. One day you're changing a shitty diaper, the next day they are graduating from high school. Yes, my daughter Tina is graduating. Then she's off to college. It's just up the road but, it's a college. I can see her and if she needs any help, I'll be close by.

My wife thinks I spoil her, I don't really give a fuck what she thinks. If you ever saw Tina, you would spoil her, too. She's 5 foot, 6 inches tall. Light brown hair to her shoulders, with streaks of blonde in it. Pretty green eyes, that are always alive, looking at everything. She has very soft facial features, with thin, sexy, pink lips.

Her body reminds me of a track runner, very lean, trim and so fit. Her little 34 b breast are always perky, it's nothing to see her nipples hard day and night. Her waist is I guess around 20 inches. Her ass and legs are my personal favorite. She has the tightest, firmest 34 inch ass I have ever set my eyes on. It looks like it's made out of two finely carved stones. Her long firm legs finishes out her great body.

My wife and I sat on our sofa, watching the local news, ' Fayetteville police and the Georgia Bureau of Investigations (G.B.I.), continue their search for the 'Midnight Mangler'. Three teen girls were found in the Fayetteville area in the last six months. The killer has raped and mutilated up to 25 teen aged girls in last ten years. G.B.I. investigator, Ken Anderson, had this to say, " We'll get 'em," SPIT, " when we do, he'll be the sorriest pile of  PIG,"  BEEP, " you ever did see".

Then Tina started down the stairs, " Holy fuck," was all I could say when I saw her  wearing her short Prom dress, " you are going to be the light of the party, girl." I said staring at Tina's long legs. She had on sheer black stockings with, four inch high heels.

"Tina, you look like a whore," my bitch wife said, " you better be careful, every Dick in the place will be on you."

I stood up, hugging Tina, I whispered, " You look good baby, fuck her."

"Thanks Daddy, why is she always so mean to me?" Tina whispered back, as we walked outside.

"I think she is jealous, fuck... you're a babe..."

"I love you so much Daddy." She moved back into my arms, pushing her hips into my cock. As hard as I was, seeing her dressed so sexy. She had one stiff cock pushing into her belly.

"You need anything, if that prick fucks with you, anything, call me, O.K.?"  

Tina was going to the Prom with some guy she had only met a few weeks ago. He was one of the most stinky, nastiest people I had ever seen in my life. He was always trying to feel her up, anything to get his hands on her. Even in front of me.

"I will, Daddy. I've got my mini phone."

Then he, Bill, drove up, " Oh yes. Wow. You look like a ten dollar whore baby. Just my kind of girl." I know, I should have killed him right there, on the spot.

I grabbed the basterd by the throat, " Don't you do anything to her, you fuckin' prick."

"Oh 'I'm so scared...  Get off me old man or I'll kick your face in..." The bastard said, trying to break free, from my grip on his neck.

I squeezed as hard as I could, his face was getting very, red, " Anytime, fat boy." I shoved him towards his car.

They drove off into the night, all I could do is pray Tina would be O.K

I sat on my front terrace, having a smoke and thinking how much Tina had grown into a sexy, beautiful young lady. I really found out a few weeks back, when I had to get up in the middle of the night, to piss. 

I walked past Tina's and heard some unusual noises coming from her room. When I looked in her room, I all but fell over. There she was, laying on her bed. Her legs pulled up to her breast, nothing on but a smile. Her hand pushing a long vibrator in and out of her pussy so fast, her hand was a blur.

She whispered, " Oh daddy, fuck me, fuck me... I need you daddy, fuck your whore daughter. Make me cum, make your slut daughter cum."

She went on fucking herself as fast and fanatic as she could, " I'm cumming, I'm cumming  fuck your whores pussy, fuck my slut pussy daddy..." I  watched until she fall across the bed panting for air. Then I made my way to the john to piss.

**

"This is going to be so fun, they are going to have a great band." Tina said, hugging Bill.

"Well, fuck the band, fuck the stupid fucking prom. We are going to a GOOD, party baby." Bill replied, running his hand up Tina's skirt.

She slapped his hand away, " NO, I want to go to the prom. It's my special night." Tina said sharply.

Bill, gave her a nasty look, the back of his hand hit the side of Tina's face, " Listen BITCH, you been cock teasin' me for a month, no pussy, nothing,  you do what I say, when I say. Do you FUCKIN' hear me?"

With tears running down her face, Tina calmly said, " My Dad, is going to kill you."

"HA_HA, oh yes, dear OLD Daddy Poo. I'm so FUCKIN' scared of him," Bill laughed some more as they drove up to an old run down mobile home. 

Bill yanked Tina from the car, making her hit her knee on the door jam. " STOP, I hurt my knee." She could feel the warm stream of blood running down her leg.

"FUCK YOUR KNEE, COME ON BITCH." 

Bill pulled Tina into the run down trailer, " What do ya think of my place baby? I cleaned it just for you, even changed the sheets on the bed." Bill said, with a nasty smile.

"It's not to late for you to take me back to town, " she had a desperate look on her face, " I won't tell my Dad."

He flopped down in an old chair, " Fuck your Dad bitch, I'd take him out in a second." Bill grabbed Tina, pulling her onto his lap, " I'm going to fuck every hole you got tonight. Then I have a nice surprise for you. " His nasty smelling mouth covered Tina's, she gasp for air.

"Let me go to the 'Ladies Room' and I'll be ready, big boy." She gave him a fake, sexy smile.

"O.K. hurry up bitch, I need some of your tight pussy."

Tina made her way to the rest room. She didn't have to 'go', she had her mini phone, under, her mini skirt. She pulled the phone from her panties, dialing her fathers number as fast as she could. The phone rang and rang until, he picked up...

Whispering into the phone, " Daddy, I need you... Bill took me to his old house. At the end of Old Kirby Road. The last driveway on the right, hur..."

Bill grabbed the phone from her hand. Throwing it to the floor, smashing it into a hundred pieces, maybe more, " You fucking little cunt, now you've had it," He took her by the arm, squeezing as hard as he could, " Now it's time to be my woman. I hope this cock isn't to big for you."

Bill pulled down his pants. Tina bust out laughing when she saw Bill's cock, it was only two inches long at the most. It looked like a ' pinkie finger'.

"What you laughing at bitch," he jerked Tina across the room, throwing her face first into the wall. 

Then he slammed his overweight body into her so hard, it knocked her unconscious. He picked up her lifeless body, throwing her on his bed. When she landed, Tina's small skirt was around her waist. Giving 'pervert' Bill a good view of everything young Tina had to offer.

"Oh my GOD, you are so hot," his hand moved between Tina's legs. Caressing and pinching her tender love mound, " I am going to have so much fun, fucking you and  cutting you up into little pieces. HA-HA-HA-HA."

Bill walked to a the dresser that sat in the corner of the room. He opened two of the drawers, pulling out a long hunting knife that was 16 inches long, and a roll of thin wire. He moved back to the bed, taking the knife and wire with him.

With a big smile on his face. Bill, the 'Midnight Mangler' said, " You will be my best trophy yet, you're a hot little cunt." His eyes turned black, his mind filled with visions of cutting all the many, girls he had killed over the last ten years. " Oh you're so sexy, I'll teach you not to tease or laugh at me."

He took the wire, wrapping it around Tina's wrist, then to the bed. He wrapped it so tight the wire cut into her tender skin. Then he moved to her other wrist, again getting it so tight it cut into her. Down to her legs, pulling them apart as far as he could. The wire cut into her ankles as it did on her wrist.

The Mangler sat on the bed, by Tina's head and breast. Taking the knife he began to caress her skin with it. How easy her skin will peel off he thought. He loved cutting ladies, his first was his mother. How she had laughed at him the night they were going to have sex. She had been the first to laugh at the size of his little dick. She laughed and laughed, until Bill ran the knife into her body, deep as he could. Then he laughed as the life drained from her body. 

The Mangler took his long knife and started cutting Tina's dress off. Slowly, enjoying the sound. Then to her little bra, the knife cut through it like warm butter. Gradually, he moved to her sexy blue panties, his hand caressed the silk. Enjoying how soft and warm they were.

His knife slid under the silky panties, slicing through them with ease. How many times had he cut panties off of a cock teaser like this, ' twenty, maybe thirty, little cunts', he couldn't remember off hand. He would have to look through his trophy drawer later and count.

Tina began to wake up, " Well, it's about time CUNT, I've been waiting for you. I didn't want you to sleep through all the fun.  HA-HA-HA."

Tina couldn't move, and her hands and legs burned with pain, Tina screamed, " LET ME GO, PLEASE LET ME GO," she tried to pull her hands free, the wire cut deeper into her skin, " HELP ME...HELP ME..."

"SHUT UP CUNT," The Mangler said, as he pulled a roll of tape from under the bed. He ripped off a long piece, " this will shut you up CUNT." He placed the tape over Tina's mouth. Pushing it hard into her face.

"Let me get some of the little, teasing CUNT now," he climbed on Tina. She tried to fight, but the wire cut deeper into her, " hold still CUNT." The Mangler's small dick entered Tina.

He moved the little dick in and out of her a few times, then, it just went flat. As it had always done, he couldn't keep it hard. He always thought of all them,  CUNTS, laughing at him. Them he would become mad, so mad that's when he would do the bad things to them.

"I'm sorry, I really liked you so much, but, it's time for you to die." The Mangler, moved atop of Tina,  holding the knife in both hands. He lifted his arms high in the air, pointing the knife to the center of Tina's heaving chest. Her head shock back and forth in fear. Her eyes filled with tears as she saw the knife pointing to her.

Stepping from the shadows of the night, Ken Anderson of the G.B.I. pointed his 44 magnum to the back of the Mangler's  head.

"FREEZE," Anderson, yelled, " I'll blow your brains all over the wall."

The Mangler jerked around to see who it was, " Big city cop, it took you long enough to catch me. HA-HA-HA."

"Well, I got you now, that's all that counts." Anderson said.

The Mangler laughed, " Them other thirty or so girls I've killed all over the state, mitght not think so."

The Mangler jumped towards Anderson,  with his knife pulled back, ready to strike. Anderson, began pulling the trigger of his gun, hitting Bill, six times in the head and chest. Bill's bleeding, dying body fell to the floor.

"You O.K. sweetie?" Anderson asked,  racing to Tina. " Your Daddy called me, told me where he brought you." He pulled the tape from her mouth and released the wire from the bed.

"OH THANK YOU, THANK YOU, SO MUCH." Tina cried, hugging Anderson.

"It's all right, he won't hurt anybody again." Anderson said, patting Tina on the back.

I ran into the mobile home, " Tina, baby are you O.K.?"

"Daddy, he almost killed me..." She burst into tears as, she jumped into my arms.

After the police had did their thing, they took Tina and I to the hospital. They looked her over, making sure nothing else had been done to her. The doctor, gave me some good pills to give Tina, they would make her relax.

We made it back home a few hours later. As we walked through the front door, Tina fell to the floor, crying.

"Daddy, I didn't think I would ever see you again..." she hugged me close, " I can't wait to hear Mom telling me, ' I told you so'."

I hugged her back, " You won't hear her baby,. After you left, we had a fight. I told her to get out and never come back."

"Oh really? I'm so glad. Now it's just you and me." Tina stated.

I replied,  " Yes, do you think you can put up with me?"

"Oh yes, you'll never know," She said, with a big smile, " I'm going to change... I can wear anything I want for you now."

I was in the kitchen getting a drink when,Tina walked into the room. She wore a white, see through robe and matching white panties. Her youthful breast stood up, as if they were eager to be sucked. Her slender hips filled the tight panties, her supple sex mound looked damp.

My eyes gazed up and down her wonderful body. I knew she was my daughter, but she looked so damn good. Always wearing short skirts, tight jeans and them panties of hers, always made me hard.

"You like... Daddy?" Tina ask, walking towards me.

"Oh yes, I like very much, baby." Was all I could say. My cock grew bigger with each step she took towards me.

"Daddy." Tina purred.

"Yes." I replied, watching her beautiful hips get closer to me.

"I want you," She moved into my arms, " I want you to make me a woman. I want you to take me as your... Wife."

"Oh baby... I could get in so much trouble," her lips kissed me, " I could go to jail," her hips pushed into mine," I could be gone a lone time," her hands found my cock," Oh baby."

I took her in my arms, and walked to her room. Tonight, she would be a woman. No longer my daughter, tonight she would be my young, sexy bride. I would forget all the 'Daddy' hugs, now we would hug in pure lust.

I laid Tina across her bed, " Hurry Daddy, I'm on fire..." she squeezed her breast together, " I need you so bad."

"You know, I saw you about a month ago... in bed," her face got very red, " You were naked, using a vibrator."

She just smiled and said, " I know, I planned it so you could see me, silly."

"You did?"

"Yes, I've wanted this for as long as I can ever remember," She smiled, " I know Mom never made love to you. I used to cry at night thinking of all the ways I could love and please you."

I finished pulling down my pants, " I've wanted it for a long time to baby," I moved on top of Tina. I kissed her softly on the lips, " you ready?"

"Oh yes, take me." She begged.

"Anything for you baby," I placed my swollen cock to her wet pussy, " here it comes Baby Doll."

I pushed my cock meat deep inside my baby, as deep as it would go. Her tight pussy muscles locked on my cock so hard, I couldn't move.

"OH DADDY, YES...YES... OH DADDY," Tina screamed, " YOUR SO FUCKING BIG. YES, FILL MY PUSSY, FILL MY PUSSY DADDY."

"Yes, Baby, oh yes," I began moving my hips, " your so hot, so wet, and so tight."

"Oh Daddy, I love you, I love you," Tina moaned, " go Daddy, I'm on fire. Oh Daddy, fuck me like your whore. Anything, just do it hard."

I started pumping her pussy hole faster and deeper, " Is this better?" I ask, pumping her pussy, " is this hard enough or harder?"

"OH... OH...OH DADDY, YES,  YES." Tina screamed.

I felt like I was a kid again, I pumped her delicate pussy unrelenting, rapid and deep as I possibly could. I could feel my cock trying to enter her womb. I pushed harder, I intruded her soul, her motherhood.

"OH DADDY... YES...YES... OH DADDY."

I pumped my poor baby like she was my whore, I pulled her long, slim legs on my shoulders. Ramming my thick cock deeper and deeper into her young sexy body. Giving her my lust, and my love.

"DADDY, I'M GETTING READY... FUCK ME, CALL MY NAMES, PLEASE."

"You ready my little whore daughter?"

"OH YES, THAT'S IT, TALK DADDY, TALK."

"You little whore," I rammed my cock in her, " my little slut daughter. Being fucked by, Daddy."

"YES, FUCK YOUR WHORE, FUCK YOUR SLUT."

"You dirty mouth bitch," I leaned on her hips, driving my cock into her womb, " is that good, whore?"

"OH YES, FUCK YOUR WHORE DAUGHTER, FUCK ME HARD."

I climbed on top of her and started moving my cock pole in and out of her young body as fast as I could, " Come whore, Daddy's ready to cum in his slut, whore.  Come bitch, move your ass, lets cum."

She started rocking her hips with mine, as fast as we could go. It was great, our skin slapping together, the slurping noises from between her legs. The bed squeaking and banging into the wall. Her moaning and groaning, her little sort breaths of air. The best was, that wonderful smell of SEX.

"OH DADDY... HERE I CUM... DADDY..."

Her slender legs wrapped around my hips, she thrust her pussy into my cock pole as hard and fast as she could, " OH MOTHER FUCK... DADDY... YES...YES... OH GOD YES."

Our hips plunged into each others bodies, our skin slapping together so hard it almost hurt. Our bodies moved as one, like we had made love many, many times before. But, this was our first night together.

"OH.. OH..OH.. OH.. DADDY..DADDY...DADDY," Tina screamed, as her body came on my cock, " OH DADDY, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU."

I pumped her body, making her orgasm last and last as long as I could. I wanted our first time together to be her best.

She calmed down some, " Oh Daddy, that was...great. You never came, why?"

I hugged her and replied, " I will soon baby," I kissed her, moving my tongue into her mouth. Pulling her beautiful body into my arms, holding her, caressing her. then it was my turn.

"Oh baby girl, here it cums," I rammed my cock into her womb, shooting my cum, my seeds into her soul, " Oh Tina, I love you baby, I love you."

Tears filled her eyes as I came inside her body, " Daddy, I love you, too. Always, forever."

We moved away just a few weeks later. We live in a small, northeast town, with our two wonderful daughters.



The Date



The phone was ringing as Lynn frantically tried to get her key to work in the front door. Finally she got it to work and made the mad dash to the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey! What are you up to this evening?" It was the voice of her friend, Chad.

Out of breath and a little annoyed that it was only him, she replied "nothing."

"Oh, tres sexy! Breathy voice!" he flirtatiously answered her. "Wondering if you'd like to go grab dinner and maybe a movie. All work and no play makes Lynn a dull girl."

"Fine, sure. I just got home so give me a half hour to shower."

Click. Lynn really didn't feel like going out, but like Chad had said, all work and no play makes Lynn a dull girl. She jumped in the shower and out of habit, began her routine of shaving, paying special attention to her pussy. It wasn't like anyone was likely to see it tonight, but she never knew for sure. She and Chad had been friends for a long time and always enjoyed flirting. Secretly she hoped they'd carry it beyond friends, but knew it would damage the relationship. So whenever she went out with him, she made sure she was smooth for him.

Her doorbell rang right on time. Chad greeted her with a warm hug and they walked out to his car. Was it her imagination or was he walking slower behind her than usual? She had chosen a pair of tight black pants and a midriff sweater. Maybe she had caught his attention after all.

At dinner, she began to think she was wrong. Nothing was different and Chad was being extra lewd with his comments about the waitresses. When they got to the movie, Lynn had resigned herself that it was going to be the same old night out and she had wasted the outfit for nothing. But at least she had gotten a free movie out of the deal!!

They found their seats and settled in to watch the previews. Chad put his arm around her. Her heart raced. He had never done that before!! She snuggled in closer to him and placed a hand on his thigh. He didn't brush it away, so she kept it there. The hand around her shoulder began making slow circles on it. She sighed with contentment as the movie started and leaned her head back against him. They spent the entire movie like that and Lynn was a little sad when it was over, for that meant that she had to leave his warm embrace.

As they left the movie, however, Chad reached around and walked with his arm around her waist. She looked at him with a puzzled expression and he just smiled. She managed to smile back but began to wonder what was going on. Had he decided to take things to the next level or was he just being silly? When they got to the car, he opened the door for her, which was another something that he had never done before. She slid in to the car and he got behind the wheel. After he put the car in gear and began pulling away, he reached for her hand and squeezed it as they drove back to her place.

They found a place to park and walked to her door. She figured the night would end there, and turned to say goodbye. What she saw made her heart skip a beat. He was looking at her with a big smile and a softness in her eyes that she hadn't seen there before. He gently lifted her chin in his hands and pressed his lips to hers. Her knees almost melted. When he pulled back, she had to take a moment to catch her breath.

"What was that for?" she asked.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time. I couldn't help myself tonight. You look so nice and I just can't hide my feelings anymore."

Lynn felt herself beaming as she moved in for another kiss. Reluctantly, they parted, but only long enough for her to unlock the front door. They were barely inside before the kiss became much more passionate. Tongues sought each other out and began tangling with each other. They couldn't get enough. Coats were thrown on the ground and their arms wrapped around each other. Years of pent up feelings for each other began to surface in that embrace.

Slowly, she led him to the bedroom, where they stood facing each other, suddenly shy at the thought of seeing each other naked. One look at the passion in Chad's eyes helped her overcome her shyness as Lynn began to undress. Chad stopped her and said "Allow me." and picked up where she had stopped. Soon, she was totally nude in front of her best friend. She returned the favor and they moved to the bed. 

Lynn laid down on the bed and Chad laid down beside her, propped up on one elbow. They kissed again and Chad ran his hand over her body, feeling her smooth skin, but avoiding sensitive areas. He had waited for three years for this and wanted it to be everything they had both dreamed about. He broke the kiss and began to trail down her throat and nibble on her earlobes. She sighed as he went lower, stopping at her breasts, taking one nipple, then the other, in his mouth and sucking on them. She almost jumped when she felt him move lower, trailing kisses across her stomach. It was his turn to gasp when he found her hairless pussy, glistening with her excitement. Slowly, he parted her swollen lips with his fingers and trailed his tongue up and down her slit, tasting her sweetness but avoiding her clit. Involuntarily she began to buck her hips up at his mouth, half begging him to suck on her clit. But he wouldn't, not yet. He continued to tease her by placing a finger at her entrance and slowly sliding it in, just a little. He held her on the brink of orgasm for what seemed to her like an eternity, when finally he grabbed on to her clit, sucking it hard, at the same time he thrust two fingers deep inside of her. She screamed as the wave of pleasure overcame her and she covered his face with her juices.

She barely had time to recover before he was ready to be inside her. She wanted to suck and taste him, but her hunger to feel him filling her pussy overtook her. He climbed over her and held her gaze as he slid his hard cock inside her wet hole. They both moaned, out of pleasure and release after so many years of wanting this. He began to move slowly in and out of her and she thrust her hips up to meet his stroke. It didn't take long for her to cum again, squeezing her pussy tight around his cock. He flipped them both over without removing his cock and had her sitting on top of him. She took his cue and began to move up and down on his cock. One of his hands began fondling and squeezing her breast while the other found and began rubbing her clit. That sent her over the edge for the third time in an hour, screaming and moving faster on his cock. He moved both hands to her hips to help her keep the same pace and she knew he was close to cumming. They locked eyes one more time before he moaned and held her on his cock as he thrust deep. She could feel his hot semen filling her and this sent her into her fourth climax. She collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily and never feeling happier in her life.

They shared a long kiss and then curled up with each other for the night, knowing that the future would be so much better for the both of them.



The Date



I wait nervously, anxiously knowing you will be here any time. I have everything timed so that when you walk in that door your bath water will be ready for you. You have plans to take me out and i don't know what they are...but i also have plans on preparing for it.

I hear the car parking and i run to my position in front of the door. I kneel with my back arched, my hair falling down my back and my thighs wide open waiting for you to enter. You enter and my heart skips a beat as i wait for you to acknowledge me. "hi sweetbutt". you say to me. " hi Master my Love....i have your bath ready for you Master." You nod your head and i rise up to my feet and take my arm waving it gracefully in front of me to show the way to the bathroom. You head there and i follow behind. You open the bathroom door and see it's dimly lit with flowers on the counter and lit only by candles. 

"I thought perhaps Master you would like to relax a little before we went out." I help you out of your clothes and you climb into the warm water. Leaning over i begin to message your shoulders getting the kinks out working the muscles good...feeling them loosen up and you starting to relax. Taking the washcloth i lather your body up and i rub the cloth down your body. You reach up and pull me into the tub with you. Laughing, you begin to wash my body off too. 

Climbing out of the tub i grab a warm towel and hold it up for you to step out and dry you off. We go into the bedroom and start getting dressed for our date tonight. You have me add on a pair of nipple rings as i get dressed in my long dress that is cut like a ladder on the side, my legs and part of my skin shows thru the sides. I put my hair up and you place my collar around my neck, first removing my everyday collar for my formal one 

Master had been planning a surprise for me for a while now. We went to go to the limo that was waiting for us, you told me. "Open your legs wide sub and show Me your pussy!" I spread my legs as wide as they would go as you slid a remote vibrator into my pussy. You didn't turn it on yet as you wanted to wait until we got into the limo. Climbing in you turned it on low to give me a taste, then you turned it off. "We are going out to dinner and you are to keep this in place." During the drive there you would reach into your pocket and turn the vibrator on at every red light and turn it off as the drove. We reached the restaurants and walked in and as the hostess showed us to our seat you again reached in and turned it on. You had at least was nice enough to ask for a corner booth away from the others there. The teasing was starting to cause me to feel my passion build up inside of me and i was very aware of the vibrations going thru my body, trying not to let them show on my face. All during the time we were choosing our dinner you kept turning in on and off again.

We had made it thru the salad course and while we were waiting for the main course You slid your hands down onto my thighs and turned the vibrator again. My breathing was starting to get heavier as i felt the vibrator making my pussy wetter and my breasts to rise and fall heavily with each breath i took. I felt you caressing my thighs going in circles with you hand giving me feathery touches as i watched your hand go further and further up my leg and under my skirt. I tried not to let out a moan as i felt your fingers reach my clit and begin to massage it. Rubbing you fingers across my clit and going down my slit into my pussy that was beginning to ooze from my sweet hot juices. By this time the waitress was bringing our meal so you raised your hand to my mouth "Lick your juices from my fingers and suck your hot, sweet pussy juices off of my fingers." I did so hungrily. I was being so turned on by this that i could feel the juices oozing out of my pussy and forming a puddle on the seat underneath me. Luckily i was wearing a black dress for that was soaked already. It was all i could do to concentrate on dinner. I was so horny and my pussy was aching for you to turn the vibrator back on and to let me have my release. But you just waited, you let me rest, you didn't want me too excited as there was more to come, or is that cum? hhmm have to think about that one. We finished dinner and you paid the check and we walked out to the limo.

When we reached the limo you turned the vibrator on again. This time as we got into the limo i started to moana because i couldn't help myself any more. I was never so glad for the dark glass that was between the driver and us and i was then. You opened up the sunroof that was there, "Stand up thru the roof."

"yes Master," i said as i stood up holding on the to side of the roof looking out at the buildings and the people as we drove by. I felt you raise my skirt and i felt your tongue caressing my clit and my pussy as you turned the vibrator back on. "mmmmmmmmmm"i moaned again and squirmed. You smacked my butt and told me to stay still. I closed my eyes and got lost as i felt your tongue sliding into my sweet hole along with the vibrator. People on the street were giving me weird looks as i stood there moaning, wanting so much to release. "Oh god Master, please may i cum? Please Master."

"Yes sweetbutt, you may." I almost screamed as i felt my juices release and squirting into your mouth as your tongue bit my clit, sucking and licking it. My body trembled as i felt my sweet release. "Come back inside sweetbutt...we're almost there."

I slide back in thru the roof and sat down on the seat next to you. "Thank you Master for allowing me such pleasure."

"No problem sweetbutt." you said as you placed your arm around me giving me a long and tender kiss,biting my lower lip and our tongues probing each others mouths. We stopped kissing and i picked up my purse reaching in and getting a brush i brushed my hair, checking my makeup in the mirror and tidying up before we got to our destination, that i still didn't know. But i didn't care, i was with you, my Master, that's all i needed to know.

We pulled up in front of a building and the limo stopped, Master climbed out first and offered me his hand. I took it and as i did you turned on the vibrator again and i bit my lower lip. Smiling down at me with your evil grin. "oh Master i can tell this is going to be a long night." laughing as i stepped out of the limo. "Where are we Master?" i asked as we reached the door. "You will find out sweetbutt, patience hun." 

We wait as you knock on the door and a woman answers it and lets us in. She's dressed in a black leather teddy with thigh highs and heels. She was quite beautiful with her long hair flowing hair hanging down her back. I looked around the room we entered. On the left was was a chain rack type thing and more chains attached to the wall. There were booths around the outside of the wall except for that area and an area in the middle of the room. There was a doctor type table there with stirrups and a chair in front of it. in another corner of that area was a bondage chair. In the center of the room, in the back was a stage with a large St. Andrew's Cross in the middle of it. The room was dimly lit except for a spot light shining on the Cross. She showed us to a booth near the cross and motioned for us to sit down, "May i get you something to drink?" she asked as we sat down. We each ordered a white wine and she went off to get it. Other girls were walking around with black corsets and thongs, their breasts resting on the tops of their corsets as though just waiting to be touched. Other people were sitting in the booths murmuring amoung themselves, some were laughing and others well, not sure what they were doing. A couple walked up to the doctor's table and the male, i imagine the Master, told the girl to strip. She climbed up on the table naked and he proceeded to tie her there and to blindfold her then to tie her feet to the stirrups. After he did this he motioned to another girl to come over and had her sit in the seat in front of the girl spread eagle on the table. He had her begin to lick the girl while he flogged her egging her on.

Another couple walked over to the bondage chair and he tied her there and gagged her. I watched as he played with her breasts and then when her nipples were getting hard and she started to moan he added nipple clamps on them. As i watched i could feel my pussy getting wetter and my breasts rise and fall as i was getting excited watching. As my breast rose, i could feel my nipple rings squeezing against my nipples, they are sensitive and each breath reminds me that they're there. You must have noticed my breathing and my eyes growing darker as i watched for you suddenly turned on the vibrator. Surprising me i couldn't help but let out a moan. I glanced around the room hoping no one heard me. You whispered in my ear, "it's alright sweetbutt, just relax no one is paying any attention. Listen sweetbutt, you'll hear others moaning along with you." I listened and i could hear others moaning softly in the room, so i relaxed. I gave up the feeling of being self conscious and just gave into the feelings that you were creating in my body. I was so horny between what you were doing and watching what was going on in the room.

Our drinks were set in front of us and you handed me my glass. "Thank you Master my Love." I took the glass and lifted it to my lips sipping it as i looked over the glass and watched you sip yours.

Suddenly the lights dimmed and someone came out on stage. She was a beautiful girl with nothing but a silk robe on that barely covered her. She knelt down in the middle of the stage with her back straight, her eyes lowered, her thighs were spread wide and you could see her naked pussy already glistening under the robe. Her long blonde hair was piled up on her head and her neck was naked except for a collar she wore. Her Master walked out on the stage dress in black leather pants a black leather vest and boots. In his hand he was carrying a black bag, i figured it was filled with his toys. He walked over in front of her "Rise my pet." She rose up on her feet standing there with her legs separated, she put her arms behind her back and kept her eyes lowered. You leaned over and whispered "Sweetbutt you are not to cum until i give you permission."

"Yes Master, i understand." smiling up at you and moving closer to you. You placed your hand on my thigh underneath my dress. The touch of your hand on my skin sent a shock thru my body, i automatically opened my thighs wider to make myself available to you. 

The Master said to his sub "Undress pet and go to the cross." I watched as i saw her slipping her robe off showing the room her perfectly formed figure and her full creamy breasts. She walked silently over to the cross. He placed his hand on her left breast teasing them, playing with them until they got hard. You reached over to me and slipping your hand inside my low-cut dress you started playing with my breasts, pulling on the nipple rings, pinching my nipples. I let out a moan and watched as the Master slipped a nipple clamp on her nipple, then he moved over to her right nipple and started doing the same with that one. As he did you moved over to my right nipple and started pulling the nipple ring and pinching my nipple playing with them. I let out another soft moan as i felt a pulsing going thru my body straight down to my pussy. Feeling my pussy getting wetter i squirmed a little. "What's the matter sweetbutt? Is something wrong?" you asked me. "No Master, i'm just getting so hot, oh my god Master." My body let out a shudder as i melted against you, getting lost in how you were making me feel. You turned on the vibrator again and i almost screamed as i felt my pussy and clit throbbing. My breasts rising and falling as i started to breath heavier, sweat starting to form on my brow as i was trying not to make too much noise and trying not to cum until you told me i could. Oh god was that hard to do.

The Master had his sub turn around and face the cross as he cuffed her legs and her arms to the cross. She stood there in the light spread eagle. The Master started flogging her and i could hear her starting to moan as she thanked him each time he flogged her. I could hear others in the room cum and hearing it almost made me cum. I whispered in your ear, "Master please, may i cum?"

"No hun, not yet." You had a wicked grin on your face as i looked at you wondering if i would be able to hold it much longer. You turned the vibrator off and i took a breath, trying to calm my throbbing wet pussy down.

We watched as the Master unhooked his sub as her back was quite red and i could imagine it being quite warm and tingling. He turned her around and hooked her back up and went over to his bag of toys. He took out a dildo and walked back over to her slipping it into her wet pussy. She let out a moan as he turned it on and started flogging her breasts and her mound. Then he went up between her legs and flogged her pussy. Watching as she grew redder under the lights and sweat was pouring off her. He told her, "Cum my pet." We heard her moan loudly and her body shake as she came. Her juices squirting out of her pussy landing in a bucket he placed under her to catch it. Hearing her cum and watching her built mine up again and again i whispered to you, "please Master now may i cum?"

"Not yet sweetbutt, not yet." The Master unhooked her and took her over to a sybain. He ordered her to climb on top of it. The dildo on the sybain slipped easily into her pussy and he leaned over and turned it on. I watch facinated as i wish i could try it out. Knowing it had to feel awesome. As i'm watching her you turn on the vibrator again and you slide your hand under my dress reaching between my thighs touching my clit. I moaned as i felt you touching my swollen clit and you began to rub it. I squirmed in my seat as i was getting so hot and so close to cumming, my own body shaking as i saw her's start to shake. Soon i heard her let out a loud moan that echoed thru the room and watched as she came all over the sybain. My breathing was getting heavier and the sweat was sliding down my face and my chest was forming sweat as i tried so hard not to cum yet. I could hear more in the room cum and i looked on almost jealous as i wanted to be released too. You rubbed my clit faster and turned the vibrator up higher. I started moaning louder not caring who heard me i was just lost in my own pleasure that your were giving me."Oh god Master, oh god. Master i can't hold it any longer."

"Sweetbutt are you ready to cum like she did?" you asked me. I nodded my head as my mouth was so dry from my heavy breathing. "Sweetbutt i can't hear you, are you ready hun?"

"Oh god yes Master, please Master let me cum."

"Yes sweetbutt cum." I screamed not caring where i was or who was listening i just knew i needed to release my juices. I screamed as my juices squirted out of my pussy wetting my dress. My body shook as i felt the last drop oozing out. I rested my head against your shoulder as i gasped for breath and waited for my head to stop spinning. 

By the time i looked up the stage was clear and others were leaving. "Come on sweetbutt, time to go home."

"Yes Master." You slid out of the booth and offered me your hand. I stood up on knees that were wobbly so you wrapped your arm around me and helped me out to the limo.

In the limo you let me rest a bit opening the sunroof so that the cool air could clear my head and bring me back to life. We reached the house and you helped me out of the car and we walked into the house. "Come on sweetbutt let's go up stairs." I followed you upstairs and into the bedroom. When we reached it you helped me off with my dress kissing me passionately and helped me onto the bed. I laid there and watched you with dark sapphire eyes that were hungry for you as you undressed and joined me. I moaned as i felt your hard, throbbing cock slide into my wet pussy and started pumping my hips to ride your cock as you slide in and out of my pussy. We kept riding each other faster and harder as our passions mounted, sweat pouring off of us as i felt your hard cock throbbing and swelling inside of me releasing your cum into my hot pussy. "Cum sweetbutt, cum now." I screamed again as i felt my juices release wetting your cock oozing out onto your balls and wetting the bed beneath us.

As we both released the last drops of our cum you laid next to me holding me in your arms. Kissing me and whisping "You've pleased me tonight sweetbutt, i love you."

"I love you too Master of my heart." We drifted off to sleep in each others arms both of us smiling and content.



The Date



This is another chapter of the story of myself and a coworker. We are both thirty something in the military. I am married and she is recently separated. We have been friends since I started working with her. Her separation has changed her normally happy self into someone who looks down and I decided to cheer her up. 

My wife is out of town visiting her family so I have moved forward with plans to cheer her up. My friend looks like a young Jamie Lee Curtis with frosted, blond hair, including Jamie Lee's fantastic breasts. She has a perfect body, beautiful eyes and a great smile. I am average build, brown hair, green eyes and I have a nine inch cock. 

This begins after our lunch time fun at the hot tub suite. We make plans to go to dinner, I chose an Italian restaurant. It is never crowded, and the food is great. She arrived at the restaurant right on time, wearing a short black dinner dress and high heels. I stood as she walked to the table and could see all eyes turn to watch her as she came over to me, she greeted me with a kiss and a warm smile and I pulled her chair out for her. We ordered dinner and made small talk. After a few minutes she excused herself to use the bathroom. I watched her ass as she walked towards the back and felt a stirring in my pants. She returned with a mischievous smile on her face as she sat back down. I asked her what she was smiling about and she asked me to close my eyes and hold out my hand, when I did she dropped something silky in it, I opened my eyes and saw her panties. I looked at them and then at her and she had a huge smile on her face. She said it was a good thing the table cloth hangs almost to the floor, because she has her legs wide open and is enjoying the feel of the air on her pussy. I told her I am going to drop my fork and she said go ahead.

I dropped my fork on the floor, looked around and then bent down to pick it up, she had one leg up on the chair across from her and the other on the floor, leaving her pussy wide open for my eyes. She ran a finger up the slit and opened her lips for me and we both heard a cough. The waiter was standing there with a surprised look on his face with our food. We both composed ourselves and I asked for a new fork because I dropped mine. he said of course and dropped his eyes towards the table against and walked off. We both cracked up when he left. During dinner she slipped a foot out of her shoe and rubbed her foot on my crotch through my pants. We couldn't wait to finish and get out of there. When the water came to give us the check his eyes widened as she pushed her chair out to stand once again exposing her pussy for both our eyes. I smiled and held her hand as we walked to the entrance to pay.

Outside I told her we can leave her car I have the evening taken care of as a Limo drove up. The chauffeur got out and came around to open the door and he got his first look at her pussy as she stepped into the car. I told him to take us to the club. As soon as he started to drive we were all over each other. She said " I am so turned on." I could feel her wetness as I slipped one then another finger inside her, I slipped down to kiss the inside of her thighs and she laid back, opening her legs to give me access. She whispered that the driver could see and I asked her if she wanted to put up the partition, as I flicked my tongue over her clit she said no, she wanted to be seen. She ran her hands over her breasts as I continued licking her. She began bucking her hips and said "don't stop, right there, keep going." I slipped my fingers inside her and fucked her with them as I kept licking, soon she screamed "I'm cumming!" and I stopped when she pushed my face away and smiled up at her, she was panting and pulled me up to kiss and lick my face. She sat there, legs open the rest of the way to the club. 

We arrived at the club as it was just starting to get busy. We waited in the line holding each other close, my cock was hard and pressing against her hips and she kept moving them from side to side, keeping me in an aroused state. Inside we found a small table near the back of the club to sit. I kept looking down a her legs and she would tease me by opening and closing them. I asked her to dance and we went out onto the floor. The club was playing techno and everyone was dancing very fast. I could see her dress swishing and knew that onlookers would be seeing flashes of her bare skin. Just the thought of what it would be like to see a beautiful woman dancing with no panties was enough to drive me crazy. I pulled her closer and she kept a thigh between my legs, pressing hard against my erection. I placed a hand on her ass, holding her close against me and whispered in her ear the "I wanted her right now." We walked off the dance floor and the eyes of the men and a few woman followed her and I as we walked up to order some drinks. 

We carried our drinks to the back of the club and she stood in front of me as we watched the crowd dancing. We were standing an area of the club that was not very brightly lit. I pressed my erection against her ass and she wiggled her butt against it, I looked around to see f anyone would notice and unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out, I lifted the back of her dress just enough so that I could hide my cock and I sipped it next to her skin. She turned to look at me over my shoulder as she realized what I had in mind. I felt her hand reach between her legs, she grabbed my cock and guided it to her moist entrance. She leaned forward slightly allowing me to push into her from behind. The feeling as I slid into her was incredible, she was so wet and warm. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her neck. I moved my hips slow so as not to let anyone else in the club know what was going on. Another couple came and stood next to us sipping their drinks and had no idea that we were fucking right next to them. I was close to cumming already from the teasing she had been doing and whispered I was going to cum. She said wait she was almost there, a few minutes later I felt her squeeze her pussy tighter around my cock as she came, that sent me over the edge and I started to cum inside her. I placed my head on her shoulder and kissed her back. WE both just stood there as my cock started to go soft inside her. She turned to me and said she could feel my cum inside her and that pretty soon it would be leaking out, I felt my cock slip out of her and reached down and put it in my pants and zipped up.

I asked if she was ready to leave and she said yes. We walked out and the Limo pulled up along beside us at the curb, as the Chauffer came around to open the door she stepped in and we both saw her pussy, the lips were red, puffy and shiny from our juices. He shut the door and walked around to get in. "Hotel" I said as she pushed me down onto the seat and climbed up so that I could lick her. "I want to feel your tongue on my pussy, taste me, taste us." She squirmed her hips forward and back over my tongue and I as she started to go faster I heard her grunt "I'm cumming" and I felt a thickness on my tongue as she flooded my mouth with a mixture of our cum.



The Date



If we met we would most probably go out for a drink, maybe catch a movie, or a restaurant. We would have a laugh, make a few jokes and have a good time.

Then I would take you someplace romantic where we could look up at the stars and see our reflections in the lake.

Looking in your eyes it would be only natural that our lips touch and we kiss each other. Before your mouth opens wider and lets my tongue in to play magically with yours. My tongue teasing you, you grab the back of my head and you slide your tongue deeper into my mouth.

Our hands roam each other's body. I unbutton your shirt and caress your breasts, feeling your nipples getting harder.

Its midnight, no ones around, its a cool night and were sitting on the bench in the open space with a setting overlooking the lake.

We rub each other, and then you get up and run off. My response is to run after you. I finally catch up with you and our bodies drop onto the grass where we continue. 

Your hands roaming my body and undoing my trousers, my hands roaming your body and unloosening your clothes. Our mouths locked on each other.

You pin me down to the ground and get on top of me. You lift your skirt up and pull those skimpy thongs your wearing to the side and take my cock out, giving it a long lasting lick.

I moan with pleasure as you enclose your mouth over my shaft and give it a few steady sucks.

My cock is now hard and ready. You run your hand over your wet pussy and then straddle me. You ride me pumping your body hard up and down on my cock.

I pump my cock with the downward force of your body so its maximum satisfaction. My hands roaming your nipples, pinching them I arch my body and suck on your nipples as you ride me high, on the grass in the night.

We ride for sometime before you start to moan screaming my name then you let out your 1st orgasm. Your body shaking you continues to ride me and then I start to moan your name as I reach my sexual high before coming deep within you.

We hold each other relaxing for a while before we gather our clothes then rush to the car.

On the drive home we continue. You cannot keep your hands off of me, unzipping my pants and rubbing my manhood. 

One of my hands on the steering wheel the other rubbing your nipples and changing gears. You move closer and lick my cock, it rises to attention before you take it all in your mouth. 

I moan loud and swerve as your teeth graze my cock when you come up then go down lubricating my cock with all your saliva.

You start sucking hard, I gasp and moan trying to concentrate on not hitting anything before you start sucking harder and harder. You know that I'm going to cum soon but you continue.

I glance down for a second; it's an awesome sight seeing your head bopping up and down on my cock. The feeling of your soft lips around my cock it's sending me wild.

You keep sucking, with your free hand you kneed my balls making me groan. You go fast, then faster and faster, sucking harder and deeper before deep throating my large manhood.

I can't take it no more and I start to shoot hot cum from the lower depths of my balls up and out of my shaft deep into your throat. It's so much you only get to suck a few droplets down before the rest sprays all over my jeans and your lips and face. 

We arrive at my house. Licking the rest off your face and slurping it down. I pull up and park awkwardly. You give my cock a few more licks before we hurry and get out of the car and rush to our front door. We can't make it there, we need to hold each other, caress and fondle each other. 

We just about make it in the door, the door shuts behind us and you pin me against the wall, taking my trousers down you take your thongs off and you bend over giving me the perfect view of your sweet ass and clean shaven wet pussy.

You order me to fuck you. My cock still aching from that amazing blowjob, I rub it up and down on your wet pussy lips making you moan as I do.

I rub it some more and this makes my cock rise hard and prepared for action once again. I slide myself in, you moaning loud as I do so. 

I hold you tight, grabbing your tits and pinching your nipples whilst kissing you deeply then I start to fuck you deep and hard. My balls slapping on your ass as I do so. 

I slide my whole shaft in deeper and deeper, quicker and quicker, building up such immense pleasure we can't help it. We both start to moan. 

You shout "fuck me harder" with that my cock pounds your sweet pussy with force. I fuck and fuck you harder, faster, and deeper.

I am sliding in and out of your sweet pussy, your juices lubricating my cock. Its a matter of seconds before were both moaning loud, my cock pounding hard, you pushing yourself back on my cock in perfect rhythm then we both climax at the same time.

Collapsing to the ground. My legs jerking the last bits of cum out of my body. Your legs seized around my cock, milking every last droplet of cum from my cock, intermingling with your pussy juices, we both sigh and say that was great!!!



The Date



The evening started out as a date, not unlike any other date. An evening filled with anxiety and nervousness over the unknown. But also an evening that had a spark of electricity and a hint of sexual tension. Earlier in the week, when David and Monica had met for the first time, they knew there was a connection, a certain undeniable chemistry. They had even talked about the strangeness of their attraction over dinner that evening. This was confirmed by a kiss across the table when dinner was served and again as David was walking her out to the car. It started out as a warm and tender yet sensual kiss that soon turned into one with passion and desire. A kiss of such great magnitude that it seems to have sucked the breath right from her lungs. As he put both arms around her and pulled her into him she could taste the sweetness of his mouth and feel the beating of his heart as the kiss reached a fiery peak. Then they discussed plans for their next date on the weekend. Never could she recall having had such a passionate kiss. She knew she wanted more. Thus begins the story.

It was a Saturday night. Date night as they jokingly referred to it later in the car. They had agreed to meet at a local restaurant and had arrived with in minutes of each other. Monica called out to David so that he would know that she was there. She could see the pleasure of seeing her in his eyes. They seemed to dance in delight as she approached him in a short black skirt and silver blouse that hugged her breasts, showing every outline and curve. He hugged her pulling her breasts into his chest. He asked if he could look at her. Feeling a small flush of embarrassment she agreed. He took a step back, his eyes twinkled and he said " wow, you look gorgeous." They walked hand in hand in to the restaurant, where they sat at the bar had a drink then went downtown to check out the clubs.

They arrived downtown and found a parking space for Monica to leave her car. The parking space was on the end next to the street. In plain view of passing traffic. She got in David’s car and they then drove together further downtown to the clubs. David drove until he found a parking garage close to there they were going. Once the car was parked, he kissed her again. Very similar to the kiss that they had before but this one was more. It was deeper, more passionate, more urgent. His kisses aroused every fiber of her being. She then knew that she was not going to be able to control what his kisses were doing to her. She was cautious, but yet she knew she wanted more. They tore away from each other and walked the distance to the club hand in hand. The Night was warm, the breeze was cool, the excitement and anticipation was titillating. So they found a table out on the upstairs terrace. Sitting side by side, arms touching, they sat next to the water fountain . They made conversation about any and everything. Talk came easy for them. Occasionally, they would lean over and kiss a gentle but electric kiss. That certainly didn’t make the desire to kiss him again go away, if anything it made it worse. She wanted to be close and to touch him. To feel the essence of his being, to breath him in.

They decided to go down stairs, back inside. Perhaps to dance or to just enjoy the music or each others company. Well as it turned out, the music was bad and you couldn’t dance to it even if you had tried. But the conversation took on a different note. More sexual, more intimate. Sharing things about themselves that they rarely tell others. They discussed passed experiences, shared a few likes and dislikes. Kissing was definitely one of the likes. The tension and chemistry between them was undeniable. Even the waitress knew it when she returned with drinks and they were kissing. She almost seemed embarrassed to be interrupting. Since the band was bad and they couldn’t dance, they decided to try another club.

This club was it. The music was strong and rhythmic. The bass was heavy, you could feel it in your soul. They danced a dance, Exchanging glances, touching hands. Then he grabbed her hand leading her off the dance floor. She followed not knowing where they were going. They came across an empty stairwell at the back of the club. She knew he was going to kiss her again as soon as she entered the stairwell. Her heart started pounding in anticipation. They stopped half way down. Her expectancy was mounting as he pressed her against the wall and gently took her lower lip between his then parted her lips with his tongue. He tasted her mouth and sucked in her air leaving her weak and hungry for breath, Hungry for him. His hand then slipped up her shirt and fondled her breasts. Her nipples hardened with excitement. As he pulled his hand from under her shirt, he took a step backwards against the opposite wall as if to take in the entire vision of her. Their eyes were locked together. 

She started to tug at the bottom of her shirt in order to put it back in place yet never breaking his gaze. He gave her a look as she did this, telling her that this is not what he wanted then slightly signaled her to raise her shirt so that he could see her exposed breasts. She lifted her shirt, still not taking her eyes off his. She reached up and fondled her breasts and pressed them together. His face softened as he moved forward to take them in his mouth. Swirling the nipples around with his tongue. Delighting in their excitement. He told her in a soft and sensual voice that she was so absolutely beautiful. Again kissing her in a way that she was now longing for . A longing similar to the way an addict needs their next fix. This time his hand slipped up underneath her skirt. As he discovered that she was not wearing underwear his kiss became more powerful and urgent. 

His fingers massaged her clitoris causing her to release a deep moan of pleasure. Then they gently parted her swollen pink butterfly lips finding their way to her warm moist pussy as she slightly parts her legs in order to allow him to enter her. As he removed his fingers from her, he put his fingers in his mouth so he can taste her then he shared her own juices with her. Again he steps back against the opposite wall continuing to gaze into her eyes. Again, without saying a word, just communicating with his eyes and a slight gesture she lifted her skirt and exposed her freshly shaven lips. Again his face softens as he approaches her for another kiss. And he whispered to her "you are so absolutely beautiful."

He again takes her by the hand and leads her to places unknown. Just leading, wandering, trying to find another hidden corner. They pass by the rest rooms with several people standing around. They passed by several doors, all of which were locked. Except one. He opened the door and pulls her inside and presses her back against the door. Kissing her with a passion that was making her knees weak. He was caressing her breasts. Kissing her neck. She started to fondle his hardness thru his pants and could feel it swell even more with her touch. Then he turned her around facing the door, bent her over, unzipped his pants, took out his cock and entered her from behind. He was stroking her fast and hard, it was all she could do to keep from crying out in ecstasy, but she knew if she did they might be found. He then pulled out of her. 

Turned on the lights and turned her around. This man was able to speak to her without ever saying a word. A look in his eye told her everything . Its as if she can read his thoughts. She squatted down, sliding against the door balancing on her toes, legs spread, and put his un-cut cock in her mouth. He moaned with pleasure. As his excitement mounted, she squeezed his balls with her right hand thru his pants. She could feel the pressure building and her own wetness between her legs increasing. He then took it in his hands and stroked it a few times then helped her up and turned her around again. This time he was unable to control his passion and desire. He came in her shooting his huge load and groaning heavily with each emptying stroke.

They casually put them selves back together. Still reeling from the experience that had just taken place they opened the door slightly to see if they could make an undetected escape. The coast was clear and he took her by the hand. Lead her thru the crowd and out the door. They returned to his car and talked about what had just happened . And they kissed. This was to be the most passionate kiss that they had ever shared. No one could have known it would be like this. The Chemistry between the two was undeniable. Even though he was taking her back to her car, the night was not over. There was still a tension, an unsatisfied need. She still wanted more. More Kisses, more time, more of anything that he was willing to give her. He got out of his car that was parked beside hers and walked her to the car door. He turned and leaned against it and pulled her into him. She could feel his cock getting hard again. He slid his fingers between her legs again and marveled at her wetness. 

Not paying any attention to the traffic that was driving by, He then again unzipped his pants she took his cock in her hands and guided it between her legs while standing against him. She slid her hard, wet, swollen clit back an forth over his penis while holding it in place with the other hand. Rubbing the purple head against her . Applying the pressure exactly where she needed it. Occasionally he would have her pause long enough so that he could look at her face filled with ecstasy and see the pleasure in her eyes. She only did this for a few minutes until she screamed her orgasm. But something was different, She needed this man, she wanted more. So she again rubs his hard penis between her legs until she reaches another orgasm.

Unfortunately, people don’t always have time on their side or they have prior obligations that yank them back into reality. They stood their with their arms around each other and talked briefly about seeing each other again. They said their goodbyes and their good nights. And they went their separate ways.

Who knows if there will ever be another rendezvous between the two of them like this or even ever again. Perhaps it was just a fluke, never to be repeated under any circumstance. Maybe it was just a one night stand or a drive by sexual encounter. Non the less it was surely an unforgettable one!



The Date



I didn’t notice him at first. So many come my way and many of them are of the opposite sex. Occasionally one will make a comment outside the range of “acceptability,” usually referring to a certain part of my anatomy, above or below my waist. Either way, I’m used to it. Some I ignored, some pissed me off, and then there were those certain few to whom I may actually give a smile. 

He didn’t approach me in that manner, at least not right away. His manner was causal. When he did step to a sista seeking outright attention I wasn’t impressed, but I was currently bored with no immediate forms of entertainment. So I said yes. 

First date was simple: a coffee, a movie, a meal, and a make out session in his car in front of my house.

He leaned against the back of his car door and reached to pull me close. Body twisting, my breasts rested against his as his tongue slid deeply into my mouth. The first kiss was wet and moist and my tongue played with his in a fluid motion of heat. He was sweeter than he looked. I tasted a little favor from the meal and saltiness of his skin. I used the kiss as an excuse to taste more. Wet mouths separated as my tongue moved over his cheek, gliding along his handsome face and beautiful eyes.

I kissed those eyes. Those eyes opened. They moved from mine, passed my lips to the place he coveted all night long. Swiping aside my blouse like the wrapping of a long awaited present, he swooped in and gathered his treat. Pouty nipples harden as his mouth sucked and nurtured. 

The arousal didn’t start at my nipples; it began deep in my pussy and slowly began to ascend outward. I could feel the slight contractions as she pushed the liquid through my body passed my pussy lips. She- the little bitch that lies between my legs was crying again. Sticky wet tears of happiness intermingled with my pussy hair. It made me want to call his name.

His tongue circled my aurora over and over again, spreading the heat. His mouth opened and engulfed more of me, pulling me in deeper, magically drawing on that hidden button, deep between my thighs without even a direct touch. My tits and my pussy and my clit were one. They all felt the pull as he sucked and sucked, making those moist sounds, making it sound all yummy. He made me want to bend forward and suck on my own nipples. He made me wish his were big enough to suck on too, but I guess that’s what his dick is for.

His hands pushed my blouse up over my abdomen, over the curvaceous mounds that were my breasts, exposing both to the sensual night air, and more to his hands and his mouth. His face was hidden as he licked and tasted his way through the valley of my breasts. His breath was smoothing and warm and stimulating. He squeezed each mount in a continuous motion.

And then there were his teeth. He used them to his advantage as well. Lightly, he grazed the hard nub of flesh, moving from center to tip with a steady amount of pressure. It drove me crazy. It was as if by doing so, he squeezed juices of lust through my pussy flooding my panties to no end. It was here that I moaned and he increased the pressure. Then he began to talk.

“You like that baby? You like me sucking on your nipples. I like sucking on your nipples. Your breasts are just the right size for my hands. I like squeezing them. They just may become my favorite new toy. They fit just right on my tongue. Ummmmm. Let me suck some more.”

By this time they were extra sensitive from all the playing. He would just hold them together, side-by-side, directly in front of him as his tongue swirl across one tip then the other. They were red, my nipples. All the blood rushed to the tips and each lick, each suck, each sound of this moist mouth sucking on my skin was an aphrodisiac. 

When he raised his mouth to mine, I was all but dying to fuck him. His hands moved to my thighs, up under my dress, until he found my ass. Covering each cheek, he massaged them with his hands as his tongue massage my mouth. We took turns sucking on each other’s tongues. I sucked like I would suck if it were his dick in my mouth rather than his tongue and he sucked as if it were my clit instead. I never knew sucking could be so much fun.

All the while, my hands were wrapped about his neck, enjoying the ride. But as we kissed it became clear that he wasn’t going to touch my pussy, and the lil’ bitch was just screaming for some attention, she was crying for it.  My hands found there way to his shorts and slipped past the waistband.

“Oh yeah,” he whispered.

I pushed those shorts aside and found little jr. and set him free. He let me stroke him and rub him. While there was enough precum for me to glide across his tip, there wasn’t enough to make the stroke further down a smooth one. He stopped kissing me and pulled back. He rearranged my legs so he could manipulate me into the position he wanted over the car armrest. The armrest dug into my thigh and was kind of painful but I forgot the pain as he twisted up and into little Jr. His dick slid across the lips of my lil bitch. Back and forth he stroked his dick against the outside of my pussy hole. My bottom lips wrapped around his cock with each stroke and my upper lips wrapped around his ear. I nibbled his ear as I listen to him breath deeply in my ear, making it moist and hot and he softly grunted. The sensation slowly built as he stroked his cock up, sliding against the side of my clit and down my clit with each fucking motion. He stoked, he stroked, he stroked. It wasn’t an actual fuck, but it was still very good. 

It got harder for him, and he began to get frustrated, because it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He had to be in my pussy, in my lil bitch, He needed to be surrounded totally because he wanted to cum and half a pussy wasn’t going to do it. So he moved and pushed against my hole, trying to enter, but she was closed tight. So he pushed and pushed again and there was a slight pain because she didn’t want to open up, but damn the pain was sweet too, the pleasure and pain was so sweet and I like it when it hurts just a little.  And then the tip slid in. My pussy and that little nub right at her entrance wrapped and circled around him, squeezing his cock tip tight. I heard him exhale deeply in my ear and as much as it was killing me I had to stop him. I had to say no.

“Brina, don’t do this,” he pleaded.

“Condom. We need a condom.” I whispered as I continued to lick his ear and he continued to push deeper and deeper, little by little. Each push didn’t get much in, a centimeter here, a centimeter there, not an whole inch, because the push was gentle, but each centimeter felt like a yard and each yard made me want to cry in frustration because I knew I was about to make him pull it back out.

“Brina, baby, please.” He moaned. 

But I silently shook my head no. No, despite the clinching of my fingers resting on his ass, half in the waistband of his shorts and his underwear. He had a lovely ass. 

“Brina, let me fuck you. Let me fuck you just a little.”

Those words were highly effective as waves of lust shot through my pussy, through my pelvic region, hips, and straight to my heart as it lunched in my chest. Damn, those words never sounded sexier. He felt my response too. He felt my body jerk and he felt my pussy tighten for an instant. He knew and so he said it again.

“Let me fuck you, baby. All I want to do is fuck you. I wont cum, I promise.” 

Which was bullshit. Those were lines I thought died out in high school, apparently not. But he pushed, he pushed harder this time and this time it was an inch, not a centimeter, and this time it was deeper and this time there was no resistance and this time he was in my shit, inside my little bitch and that shit was nice, but I couldn’t do it. Not yet and so I reached behind me and found the door handle and he slide out so very slow and it felt like it was taking forever, his dick felt fifty inches long. 

When it’s done right, when you are feeling the moment, you can’t really measure the size of a penis because the pleasure makes everything feel more greater, same goes for pain. I was feeling every move more intensely and he was killing me. Just as he was preparing to thrust forward again, my hand turned the handle of the car door. He pushed forward. The thrust of his body and lack of back support pushed me off of the seat and out of the car. Pain hit my ass, my back and my head as I hit the ground cushioned only by the grass lawn, which wasn’t at all soft. Wet and exposed, my thighs were spread open, slick with my pussy juice. My nipples became harder than ever as I realize just how fucking cold it was outside. 

“OUCH!” I screamed, as he looked down at me from the car, in shock as he saw I was no longer beneath him but damn near naked on the grass lawn in front of my house. Soon shock died away to laughter as it hit him my ass fell out the damn car! Though he tried, he couldn’t keep the laughter out his voice when he asked me if I was all right.

“Yes, “ I moaned as I sat up and pulled my blouse back down over me and closed my legs. At this point, he stop trying and just fell out laughing as I rolled to my knees trying to stand. What I didn’t know at the time was there was a leaf stuck to my exposed ass as well as a few straw-looking thingies. My panties were still wrapped around my legs, which only made things harder. So just when I raised a leg to stand, I lost my balance and nearly fell on my face with my ass still stuck in the air, only higher this time. At this point I didn’t hearing anything but I knew he was laughing. Getting on my knees I pulled my skirt down, removing the leaf on my ass, and pulled my panties back up. Rising I turned and looked at him as he laid halfway over the armrest and my seat, crying tears of laughter. I slammed door in his face and opened the back door of the car to retrieve my purse. He called my name and I guess was saying he was sorry, but he was hard to understand through the laughter. I told him I was no longer in the mood and wished him good night as I went inside the house. I don’t think he noticed that I slightly tripped on the steps on the way up. At least I hoped not.


Two days later he called, leaving a voice mail on my cell phone.

“Hey, sweetie. I figured that you would want a day of rest from your fall so I didn’t bother you yesterday.” Yeah right. He probably needed a day of practice so you could talk to me without laughing, because he knew if he had called and I heard so much as a smile in his voice I would have never spoken to him again. “But I’m calling you today to see if you would like to go out again sometime. I know you are probably embarrassed, but you shouldn’t be. If anything, I should be. You were right to stop me. I’m only sorry you felt you had to go to such extremes. So providing you aren’t mad at me and that you aren’t the type of girl to let a little embarrassment get in her way, I would very much like to take you to dinner. Call me.”

Swallowing my pride and remembering the way he made me feel. I called him back.
Dinner took place the following Friday after work. He picked me up and we headed out. He looked very nice. One of the things I’ve admired about him is his sense of style. The man knew how to dress. He was a bit on the slender side, but was well define, especially in the upper body region. He knew how to accentuate what he had and he did it well. Unfortunately his legs needed work.

We went to Justin’s, a restaurant in Atlanta owned by the renowned rapper and producer, Sean “P diddy” Combs. I heard the food sucked, despite its representation and was a bit overpriced. I soon learned that both critiques were well founded. But that was okay. The company was good. We had the usual get-to-know-you conversation; kids, family, work, politics, and future plans. It wasn’t until later that the conversation got a bit more interesting and I decided I wanted to know a few things about him that wouldn’t be able to find out until it was too late.

“Do you eat pussy?”

“What?!” he grasped as he was drinking his wine. He spilled some on the table and on his pants. It was red so it left a stain on the cloth but his pants were dark so it didn’t matter there.

“You heard me, but if you were like…” I stood up and moved my chair closer to him so there would be no mistake this time and I asked, “Do you eat puuuuussy?”

He smiled and looked away. Interesting thing I’ve learned about him so far. Despite his “assertiveness” in the car that night, he can be a bit shy when it comes to conversation on sexual bases. It’s cute and it’s a characteristic that I will take great pleasure breaking him out of. 

“I will. If asked.”

“If asked? It doesn’t come naturally? Sucking dick, comes naturally to me.”

Silence. 

Then he says, “Good, because all night as I watched you eat. As I watched you place that folk in your mouth and slide it back out again all I could imagine was that it was me instead. If I could, I would have dipped my cock into that pudding, fed me to you and watched as you licked it off.”

Okay, maybe he isn’t that shy.

And at the moment, I wasn’t feeling to shy myself, so I did something that on one hand is something I would normally do, but usually not in such a public place. Picking up the rest of my chocolate pudding desert, I placed it on my side of the floor just under the floor length tablecloth. Looking around and seeing everyone’s attention directed elsewhere, I leaned down as if I was looking for something that fell and promptly slide from my seat to the floor. 

“What are you doing?” The alarm in his voice led me to believe he had a pretty damn good idea what I was doing. Once hidden from sight I felt my way up his body, from his ankles to this calves, to his strong solid knees, to his firm thighs, and yes of course, his soon to be firm and solid dick. Down came the zipper and in went my hands. He wore boxers this time. His dick didn’t take long to get ready. I guess it knew there was going to be a bit more sucking involved tonight like the other night. 

He jumped slightly as the cool pudding met the tip of his cock. It was a pretty sight, dark chocolate engulfing the pale milk chocolate of his hard little head. I watched as it coated him making him all yummy and lickable. With just the tip engulfed in the pudding I pulled it out and put it in my mouth. I stroked him with my tongue and I massaged him with my lips as my head moved up and down his dick. A hand met the back of my head and guided me as I sucked and moved and blobbed and licked and ate my sweet treat. And it was sweet. I loved his dick. I just love the feel of soft skin on a hard center. I love the way it feels in my mouth, how it stuffs my mouth and moves against my tongue. I like the taste and texture of the juice that flows out the tip onto my tongue mixing with sweet chocolate. If he lets me I will suck on it and suck on it until my mouth and jaw can’t take anymore. Soft or hard, it doesn’t matter I just want it in my mouth. 

Oh and lets not forget his balls which are so much fun with or without chocolate. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and slowly sucked the chocolate ball into my mouth, rotating my tongue from one sac to the other under the table. At one point the manger, who was cruising the club for a minute now came to make sure his needs were being met

“Most definitely.” I heard him reply just as I went below and buried my face in that space deeper in between his legs, right below my chocolate ball treat. I felt his body tense as I found the spot I was looking for. That spot that has driven more than a few men crazy when stroked just the right way. 

“Brina, please stop. Not here. I can’t control it if you continue to do that here.” 

But I didn’t. I continued to suck him and stroke him and lick him until my heart was content; until I felt the precum flow more easily passed his cock tip into my mouth; until I heard his breath catch and felt his hands nearly rip my hair from my head as he tried to regain control; until I felt his thighs tense underneath me; until I felt his cum gush from his body and into my mouth; until I swallowed every last drop, concealing the evidence, I continued. And continued. And continued. And continued to suck him, until there was nothing left for him to give. And even then I still continued.

“Brina? Let’s go.”

With a wet pop, he fell from my mouth. I carefully tucked him back inside his pants and buttoned him back up. Slowly I emerged from under the table. My hair was a slight mess and his face was flushed. Paying the bill we both left. The ride was silent. I didn’t know where we were going, but I figured it didn’t matter. A few minutes later we arrived at a house. His house, I soon learned as he opened the door for me and escorted me to the door. He took my purse and placed it on the couch and took me to the single seated sofa in the corner and said he’d be right back. When he came back, he had two glasses of white wine in one had and a bowl of melted chocolate with strawberries floating in it. His shirt was removed and his socks and shoes were gone. His tip pants buttons were up open too. 

He handed me a glass of wine, put the other glass and the bowl on the side table beside me and told me to relax. He got down on his knees and removed my shoes from my feet. He lifted my dress and moved it over my thighs until it was wrapped around my waist. I just watched in anticipation with my wine glass barely in my hand as he scooted my hips to the edge of the chair and spread my legs over the armrest. He reached in the bowled and took out a chocolate covered strawberry and put it to my lips. The chocolate was warm and the strawberry was cool. The combination was very sweet and tasty. I eat and felt the juice intermingle with the chocolate, pleasing my mouth. He held his hands to my lips as I ate and I softly licked the chocolate off his fingers as he watched. He smiled remembering that is what I did in the restaurant. He took another strawberry.

Between my thighs, he pushed my panties to the side and licked me in one smooth strong stroke. Then he moved the chocolate strawberry to my pussy and let the excess drip on my clit and on the silent lips that cry out my desire. Around and around he swirled the chocolate, coating me with its sticky substance. Then spreading them wider he slide his figures deep in my pot and lodged the fruit in between the gapping hole. He leaned back and admired his work, as if I were a painting on display. Reaching over he picked up his wine glass and took a slip as he continued to stare. Placing it back on the side table, he dipped his head and went right back in.

I closed my eyes and rested my head back against the chair and I felt his tongue move over me. I felt him eat the chocolate from my pussy. I felt his lips wrap around my clit and suck on me like he was suck juice from a straw. I felt his tongue swirl about with the suction, forcing the ache in my pussy to spread through my hips and the pit of my stomach. It was an ache that I couldn’t stand but at the same time it made you want more because you knew more was so damn good. 

He ate me. He sucked me. He made me wetter. He made my pussy moist and puffy. I felt my clit get more and more sensitive by the moment and the blood flowed to the tip. I couldn’t keep still any longer. The wine glass crashed to the carpet, forgotten, spilling onto the rug. I closed my legs trapping his head between my thighs. I had to make him stop. It was too much. It was too much sensation at once, it almost hurt, but it hurt so damn good and the feel of his hand pushing my thighs further apart, despite my effort, so he can eat me some more.

So I stopped fighting. I wrapped my hands into his hair and held on. I held on as he made me cry. I held on as he made me beg. I held on as the tension in my body increase and I forgot how to breathe. Some people breathe harder when they get excited. I forget how and my breathing becomes almost nonexistent, as I get lost in the feeling. Once in a while I’ll grasp soaking up as most oxygen as possible. But the reaction is completely involuntary as I pour all my energy and focus into feeling, into the sex, until I came on his tongue and into his mouth. I felt the flow of juice increase and it fell from my puss.




The Date



He dipped his fingers in and spread the remainder of my juices across my inner thigh. My scent radiated farther out. The warm stickiness cooled as his breath traveled across my skin.

He left me that way. He found the other couch, sat down, and slipped his wine while he watched me with this smug ass look.

“Liked that didn’t you?” he asked with a cockiness. The boy knew he had skills and he ate me the way I preferred, with more suction and less tongue. But the true turn on was the way he moaned during, like he was eating his favorite piece of pussy pie. I loved the way he made me extremely wet. 50% of the moisture between my legs came from him rather than me. He appeared to like eating pussy, like sucking me, tasting me, making me wiggle. It made me want to fuck the hell out of him, just to wipe that look off his face, no matter how rightly deserved.  

I reached between my thighs and dipped my finger into my pussy, locating some juice and coated my finger. I lightly dressed my nipples with it, making them tighten even more when the air hit the wetness, like the wetness on my thighs. It was then that I noticed his cock was free. He didn’t touch it, he just let it stand there, hard and pulsing while he drank his wine. The heat from the wine and the lust was intoxicating, I know. I felt it. 

He watched me as spread my legs further up the chair and with one hand I parted my lips further for his view. His eyes locked on my pussy lips as I spread them with my fingers for him. He watched as the inner dark brown lips bared themselves to sharply contrast the bright pink that lead to my pussy hole and the soft, yet solid flesh awaiting his hard achy dick. 

Did I mention I liked his dick? It was absolutely beautiful and I just knew that it was the right size for my pussy like it was for my mouth. I wanted to wrap  my lips around it again.  

I thought of this as I used my other had to insert a finger in my cunt. I thought about how he filled my mouth and I turn my one finger into two, then three, then four. If I add five the feeling of being stretched will be wonderful, but I can’t fill myself up like he can. My fingers can’t hold their shape, like his cock can. They couldn’t plummet as deeply as he could. 

If only I could like he can. If only I could fuck myself like he could, if I could drive my dick in my pussy, whole and long and thick. If only I could use my hips to force my thighs open like he could when he pounds his body against mine and recreate the sounds of our skin slapping against one another, harder and harder as fucks me, showing my just how much more I can take, when I’m convinced I’m at my end. 

If only I could squeeze my breast like he could as he fucks me. If only I could twist my nipples like he could, and make my pussy involuntary twitch. If only could cover my body completely, in full possession as he could when he thrusts, and fucks, and squeezes, and kiss me. If only I could make myself feel like he could, like I’m his tool, his vessel, his toy and make me love every minute. Beneath him is the one time I don’t want to be his equal. It’s the one time I want his dominance, the one time I want him to be greater then I am because in doing so my body in turn becomes greater then what it is. 

This is what I imagine as he watches me fuck myself with my hand. This is what is in my head as I reach up and turn my breast to my mouth and lick and suck on my own nipple- imagining it is him. My palm rubs against my clit, intensifying the feeling as I look into eyes and watch him watch me. I know he loves it. I know he wants to stroke his deviously delicious, suckable fuckable cock, but he doesn’t because I also know he likes it when the lust deepens to a level almost on the verge of pain. 

I rub and I fuck and I suck, but still it isn’t enough. My hand isn’t enough. It’s not working. I want him. I want him. So I start to beg. Now if only I could remember his name. 

Troy? No. Chris? No. Daemon? No. Shit. I can’t think straight. All I can focus on is that dick. Standing there, doing nothing as I strive and work so hard to cum. But I can’t.

“Please,” I beg. “Please help me.”

“Please come fuck me.”

He gets up from his chair and drains the last of his wine. He moves to the side of the chair and traces my lips with the tip of his dick. I try to eat but he won’t let me. He doesn’t want that, he coated my lips with his precum, just like I imagined. My lipstick. 

“ You want me?”

“Yes”

“You need my shit, don’t you?”

“Yes.” 

“What’s my name?” he whispers.

Shit!
I try to distract. It’s beginning to hurt, too much build up with no cum. I move my hands up to grab hold of his dick.

“Please?”

“No. No! Leave your hand where there are.  And say my name. Tell me whom you want and maybe I’ll fuck you. Maybe.”

I put my hand back in my hole. I play with my breast and work my nipples. Damn.
He moves up further along my face and my tongue slides down to the base of his cock. His sack, he balls meet my lips and I open wider and pull them in. I love that to. I softly lick and suck him in my mouth; so soft. I don’t want to hurt my babies. 

“Please? I want you, Boo. I want you so much. Please?” I beg as my tongue finds that place behind his sack, that place that I knew for the restaurant makes him slightly shudder. He steps back and takes his cock with him. I want to cry.

“You don’t remember my name do you?” Damn, if I didn’t know better I’d think he was upset.

“Sweetie, I’m so far on edge, I don’t even remember my name. No one would one should be forced to hold out this long. Please fuck me.”

“Sabrina?”

“Yes?”

“SEE! You remember your name! You can’t remember mine?” 

If I wasn’t so frustrated I would laugh but all I wanted to do was cry. A tear slips down my cheek. 

I hear him sigh. He moves in front of me and pushes against the back of my chair. A sound that could only be describe as a squeak leaves my lips. I involuntary reach for the arms of the chair as my legs slide off. It’s a recliner.  He moves over me, his knee slides up between my thighs, the other on the side of my hip, he pushes his knee, up, up, onto my pussy, the top of his leg pushes against my clit and he rotates his knee. The wetness meets his skin and forms a suction. 

“Yes. Yes. That’s the type of force I need, only deeper, inside. The sensations travels inside the walls of my pussy, up, deep in, I need to get it deep inside, that’s where the pain is. Push. Push.”

He pushes, but it’s not enough, he leans over, he kisses me. I lock on to those lips and suck them in my mouth. My tongue mates with his, he pulls back when it appears I want to swallow his. I can’t help it. It’s an unconscious attempt to simulate what I really want. 

I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. He kisses the tears from my eyes and removes his knee. His other knee joins its mate and he opens my legs as he slides him in. The groan that left my chest was so deep it barely sounded feminine. I couldn’t help it. With each thrust it was if he pushed it out of me. Yes. Yes. That’s what I need. But he’s too gentle. 

“Harder, Boo. Fuck me. I need you to fuckkkkk meeee.”

But he remains gentle, just milking it, not satisfying it. 

“Not until you remember my name. I can keep this up all damn night.”

LAIR! LAIR! He’s a liar! I know it’s killing him too I can feel it, he’s tense, his arms can barely hold him. His breathing is out of control, while I’m trying to remember to keep breathing. He’s just trying to make me suffer. Damn you, damn you, damn you Craig. I fucking hate you! CRAIG! 

“Your name is Craig! Craig! Craig! Craig!” I scream his name over and over.

He smiles. He kisses me and says congratulations and begins fucking me just like I need it. 

“Craig! Craig! Craig! Craig! Craig!” I scream. I’m so happy. 

He moves me back to the edge of the chair and rearranges my legs upward until my knees rest over his shoulder. He hands grip my hips to hold me stationary as he fuck me, harder and harder, faster and faster, over and over, until I nearly pass out with lack of oxygen and pain and pleasure. He squeezes my ass and he pumps and pumps and pumps. He leans over and his head rests next to mine, as we lay cheek to cheek, as out bodies slap and stick together. He moves as if he is going to pound a hole through my body. There is no space between us, except where he lifts his hip to dive back in. He fucks me. He fucks me. He fucks me. And I cum. I cum it was so fast there is no warning. I’m just there and I am exhausted.

 I think we fell asleep that way. Neither one of us had energy to move.  I was so satiate I don’t think I needed another bout. Maybe tomorrow. It’s Friday, we have the whole weekend.



The Date



Anne had always fancied John since he had started working at her company about a year ago, but had always admired him from afar. There were rumors that he was married, but by the way he had behaved at last years Xmas party, she didn’t think so.

Also, everyone was allowed to bring their partners and he had come on his own. After the party she felt that he was a big flirt, but it still didn’t stop her fancying him, her and half the female staff in the Office. What wasn’t there to fancy? He was tall, blond, out going, always joking, everything that a woman liked in a man, maybe a bit too good to be true. Anne knew that he would never ask her out, there were so many other women in the Office, any man was spoilt for choice.

Alright, sometimes at lunch he would come and sit with her, but they only talked about work and stuff like that. A couple of times she had thought about asking him out herself, but she had been brought up to believe that it was a man’s place to ask the woman, not the other way around. A couple of the women had said that they thought they had seen him in town with a tall black woman, but she hadn’t, so until she saw him with a woman she could dream.

Then, it happened….. She was sitting at the lunch table when he came and sat with her. They talked, and then he dropped the bombshell, asking her if she would fancy going for a drink with him the following evening. As it was a Saturday the following day, she saw no harm in it so agreed to go for a drink with him.

For the rest of the day she was on cloud nine, the man of her dreams had asked her for a drink. She was on tenterhooks all the next day thinking that he would not turn up to pick her up. At 7pm on the dot he was at her door, they went to the local wine bar, and she against her better judgement had quite a bit to drink, she wasn’t drunk just nicely tipsy and laid back.

John was the gentleman, while he kissed her a few times and put his hands on her breasts, he did not go any further, although she would have liked him to drag her down a back alley and ravish her.

When he asked if she would like to go back to his place she nearly wet herself. She had been hoping against hope that he would ask her back to his place, but didn’t think he would so when he did she was lost for words for a moment. Then, she said that she would love to. She had a little trouble standing, being a little unsteady on her feet, so he put his arm around her and they left the Bar arm in arm. She leaned into him as they walked, sniffing deep on his aftershave, and thinking that if she wasn’t tipsy, she would be going home.

She leaned against the wall while he opened the door, and let her into a warm hall, taking her coat, he hung it up, and said that she should go into the living room, and that Marissa would get her a drink.

She was a little confused as she walked into the Living room, then blushed as she saw a black woman sitting on the sofa. The woman smiled at her and said hi, and that she was John’s wife. Anne sat down a little confused, as Marissa asked her what she wanted to drink. She could not understand how John could take out another woman, then bring her home to flaunt her in front of his wife. If she was his wife, she wouldn’t let him take out another woman.

Marissa seemed unperturbed by the fact that her husband had brought home another woman. When he came into the living room, he had changed into a bathrobe, and instead of sitting with his wife, he came and sat on the sofa next to Anne. This surprised her, but didn’t shock her, John and Marissa seemed to be unlike any other couple Anne had ever met. None of her other friends would have been so calm about their husband taking out another woman.

John put his arm almost absently around Anne’s shoulder as the three of them chatted, and she felt his hand touching her breasts again. Anne blushed, more in embarrassment for Marissa, than for herself. However Marissa did not seem to be bother.

Anne looked towards Marissa and noticed that she was sitting with her legs up, she realised that Marissa had no panties on, and she could see that the inner lips were pale and pink. She blushed even redder as she realised that both Marissa and John were looking at her. She averted her eyes, embarrassed that she was looking at another woman’s pussy and that she was even a little aroused by the sight. She knew that it was the drink, it was going to her head and she was not behaving as she normally would.

John said that she shouldn’t be embarrassed, and that his wife was a very beautiful woman. Anne asked him, if he thought that then why did he take her out, and flirt with other women. He said that it was because she was very beautiful, and a very special woman that he did it. Anne didn’t understand what he was saying. Marissa poured her another drink and came over to her with it. She tripped, and spilt the drink down the front of Anne’s dress. Apologising, she said that Anne should take the dress off, and she would put it in the washing machine for her.

By this time Anne wasn’t thinking straight, so she stood up and took off the dress, as Marissa took it off her she brushed her hands against Anne’s breast, and Anne felt a thrill shot through her, it felt so good when Marissa touched her breasts, so different from when a man touched it.

While Marissa went to the kitchen, John began to kiss and lick Anne’s bare breasts, Anne was too tipsy now to care what happened. So she just sat there enjoying it, as his fingers found her pussy and began to massage it. She was laying back on the sofa enjoying it, when she suddenly felt another set of fingers rubbing her pussy, it felt different though, more gentle and feminine. She knew that it was Marissa touching her pussy, and she no longer cared, it was turning her on so much.

Then, she felt Marissa’s tongue licking at her pussy, it felt so good, not the same as a man at all. Marissa lapped and sucked at her pussy as John worked on her breasts, they were both paying her body more attention than it had received in ages and she was enjoying it. Somewhere in her befuddled mind was the thought that she had never had her pussy tasted by a woman before, but it didn’t mean that she wasn’t enjoying it. In fact she was almost in ecstasy, she was loving it.

Marissa looked up from Anne’s pussy, telling John, that it was so tasty, and that he should taste it as well, so he moved so that he was also licking her pussy, Anne was so wet, the juices were flowing from her in floods as Marissa and John both licked at her pussy, she could feel the difference between the two of them, as they worked on her.

Anne heard John say that Anne should be able to taste something, so Marissa turned around so that her pussy was presented to Anne’s face, Anne looked at it glistening in the light, the darkness surrounding it, and the pink inner lips looking so inviting. She was unsure at first, but then tentatively licked at Marissa’s pussy. After getting a taste she needed no coaxing as she began to lick and suck at Marissa’s juices, tasting the sweet taste of another woman’s juices. As she sucked and licked, she was getting more turned on herself, Cumming in floods into John, and Marissa’s mouth as Marissa came into hers.

After a while as Anne carried on sucking and licking at Marissa’s pussy, Marissa kept her fingers deep inside Anne, and sucked on John’s cock. About 10 minutes later, they went into the bedroom ,and while Marissa licked Anne’s pussy, Anne took her turn at sucking John’s cock. When he was hard, he said that he wanted to fuck Anne. So while John was fucking Anne, Anne was sucking on Marissa’s pussy, and Marissa was licking Anne’s clit. Then, they swapped and while John fucked Marissa, Anne sucked on her clit.

After a long session they all fell asleep in the bed. In the morning Anne felt a little embarrassed but Marissa told her that she had no need to be, and that John often brought other women home for her, but this was the first time that she had really enjoyed the experience, and that Anne was welcome to return anytime.



The Date



(This is a true story of my wife's and my adventures over the past summer. Even though it is true we have changed the names and the names of places to protect those involved. For those readers who have not read the other two installments, they are entitled; Oh No! and Routine Duties. Both stories detail the results of Jan's adventures in sex-role playing and how she got caught by one of the upper management personnel from where she worked. We have enjoyed reading all of the comments that have been sent to us by the readers but we want to remind you that what we have written really happened and we have attempted to tell it as close to how it happened as possible. Thank you for waiting patiently for each installment.)

I was having a hard time concentrating on the television, so I tried reading a book, which also didn't work, so I tried a magazine. When reading a magazine became impossible I decided to go into my bedroom and find something else to amuse myself. I started by looking through a drawer in my nightstand where we keep our sex toys and Jan's vibrators. I also have a small album of photos of Jan in nude poses and scantily clad in lingerie or other sexy attire. I pulled out the photo album and began looking at Jan's poses in the nude while vacationing in the Bahamas last winter. This gave me an immediate hard-on as she is probably the most sexually exciting woman I have ever seen and she looked great exposing her breasts and buns for the world to see. But this sure didn't help me pass the time while Jan was out on a date with Chuck Hassek, her john, so I closed the book and took out my cock.

I lay on the bed fantasizing about Jan and what she was doing on her date. I envisioned her riding his fat cock and this helped me to masturbate and cum all over my stomach and cock. I cleaned myself up and looked again at the clock. Damn, it was only 9:30, her date had started at 7:00 and I didn't expect her home for a couple more hours. I then went to my computer and began surfing the internet looking for hotwife sites to take my mind off from the clock and Jan's activities. It helped and finally I began to tire so I got ready and went to bed, it was 11:00. I tossed and turned and finally settled into a fitful sleep. Around 2:00 I heard Jan make her way into the bedroom and I immediately was wide awake.

"Honey? Are you awake?" She quietly called as she approached the bed. I could see her silhouette from the light outside through the curtain. 

"I sure am awake, wide awake. How was your date?" 

I didn't want to beat around the bush; I wanted to hear all of the nasty details. Jan climbed on top of me wearing all of her clothes. I could smell her wonderful scent; her cologne, her hair, her arousal and something different, the scent of another man. His smell was all over her. I could smell his cologne in her hair, on her skin. I was able to get my arms out from under the bedcovers and around her. I held her and she snuggled against me. My hands slid down her body and settled on her butt. I groped and squeezed her ass cheeks through the silky material of her dress. I could not feel any panty lines under her dress and this caused my stirring cock to spring immediately to hardness. Jan could feel this and giggled. We held each other for a few more minutes and then I broke the stillness.

"So, tell me everything. Did you have fun?" My voice sounded quite strained to me and I was surprised by it. Jan wiggled and squirmed for a moment rubbing against the lump that was between us.

"Oh, honey, I love you so much. Do you love me still?" She asked softly into my ear.

"Jan, I love you so much. You are my sexy, naughty little wife and I love you to pieces." I replied while trying to reach below her dress and pull the material up so I could feel her skin with my hands. She lifted up and I pulled her dress up over her butt and bunched it at her waist.

"Good because, you know I wouldn't do these things if I thought it would hurt you or us." She then lifted herself up enough to pull the blankets off from me so that she could lie down onto my naked body. My cock felt good nestled between us.

"Honey, if you don't ever want to do anything, you don't have to. I only ask you to do this stuff for our pleasure and for fun. Now tell me everything!" I demanded with a chuckle.

"Okay, you asked for it. But if you can't handle it, stop me." She warned as she began to rub her hands on my chest and then she began her tale of her night's activities.

"I left work early today, after lunch, to have my hair and my nails done special for the date. I had also had a facial while I was at it. I stopped at Victoria's Secret and purchased a lacy blue bra and G-string to look and feel extra special. I also bought a pair of dark, thigh high stockings with the lacy elastic at the top that you find so hot. I then went home to prepare for tonight. I showered, shaved my legs and trimmed my pussy hair into a sexy little tuft. I got ready and put on the slinky black dress that you picked out for me and a matching pair of high heeled pumps; you know the "fuck-me-pumps" that you like. I wore my diamond earrings and the rest of the matching jewelry and when I was finished I looked good enough for a date with any man.

When I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I had to admit that I looked like a high-class escort, not a hooker and I knew you would be pleased. I was feeling kind of horny and I was afraid that I would soak my new g-string through too soon. I took it off and put on a pair of regular panties but there was a VPL so I took them off too. I was debating whether or not to go without them. I finally decided to put the g-string back on and accept the fact that they may get wet from my arousal. 

I left the house at 6:30 and I was so nervous that I was shaking. I was afraid of what might happen and anxious. I felt like I was going on a blind date, or to a court hearing. I was ready to call the whole thing off but I was so aroused and I didn't want to disappoint you that I drove down to the Black Swan. I also thought of Chuck and what would happen if I didn't show up, so I kept driving to the date. I was kind of distracted and almost ran a red light but I stopped in time. I parked in the large ramp and walked through the pedestrian bridge to the hotel where the restaurant was located on the top floor. My legs were shaking and I almost couldn't walk on the high heels. I saw no one but I was afraid I would run into someone we knew. My stomach was doing flips and I really needed a drink. I finally took the elevator up to the top of the hotel and checked my reflection in the mirrored walls of the elevator as I rode it upwards. My hair looked good but my face appeared strange to me. Then I realized that I didn't look like myself, I looked just like some high-paid prostitute. Then I realized that $200 was not really high paying so I felt almost ashamed about what I was doing.

I exited the elevator and walked unsteadily towards the two large glass doors at the entrance to the Black Swan. The image of a large swan is etched into each of the doors and the lights of the restaurant behind them causes the swans to sparkle. I almost didn't reach for the handle to open the door. I felt dread and fear creep into me. Then I straightened up, thought of coming home and telling you about my date and the hot love we would make afterwards and I went for it."

I stopped Jan's story at this point by taking off her dress. I could not keep my hands off from her hot little body and I wanted access to all of it. When she was clad only in her g-string panties, lacy bra and thigh highs she resumed her story. I began to caress her breasts through the lacy material as she sighed and then continued.

"I opened the door and was greeted by a young woman who took me to Chuck's table. As I approached it he arose and smiled broadly. He took my hand and then pulled out my chair for me and guided me to it. He then pushed it in for me and we began our date. 

We had drinks and talked. Chuck is a very interesting man and he told wonderful stories that kept me entertained for hours. I laughed often and he had me feeling so relaxed I forgot my fears and anxieties. We talked about the people we knew at work and I had a great time with him. He held my hand often and at times would look into my eyes like a lover. His hands are large and strong and my hand felt tiny in his. At times he would caress my thigh or touch my knee as he looked into my eyes and talked with me. 

Dinner was excellent and Chuck ordered a very expensive wine with dinner that was the best I have ever drunk. Chuck complimented me all through dinner about my work, my dress and especially about my body and looks. He even talked about my breasts at dinner when the waiter wasn't around. He said that he liked how soft and pert they were and he liked the color of my nipples. I blushed about a hundred shades of red and this made him smile at me. He was quite bold with me and often would steer the conversation around to sex. After a few glasses of wine I felt myself losing all my inhibitions and when he asked me questions about our sex life I was able to answer his questions quite honestly and openly.

"So Jan, how long have you and your husband been married?" Chuck asked while holding my gaze with his.

"Justin and I have been married 3 years." I answered him while looking right back into his eyes.

"He knows that you are out with me?" He asked his fingertips making little stroking motions on my hand.

"Yes, I told him all about our date." I was feeling a bit uncomfortable but his movements helped me relax.

"You told him about yesterday's blowjob in my office?" He asked with just a hint of dominance in his voice.

"Yes." I answered feeling a little tingle between my legs.

"He got excited hearing about it didn't he?" Chuck continued with his interrogation.

"Yes, very excited." I admitted and Chuck's fingertips caresses were making me feel more and more tingly.

"What did you tell him? Tell me what you said to him." Chuck pressed me for details.

"I told him that you called me up on the phone in my office and made me come down to your office and suck your cock." I could not believe I was telling him this at dinner. I looked around and though the room was filled with other diners no one appeared to be able to overhear our conversation. My face by this time was coloring more and more due to embarrassment and arousal.

"Did you tell him that you showed me your breasts? That you allowed me to finger you? That you came for me, like the nasty little slut that you are?" He continued to caress me as he looked straight into my eyes and asked me these questions. I was feeling myself almost panting as I spoke to him.

"Yes, I told him how I was almost naked in your office. I told him that you had your fingers in me and I told him how you made me come for you." I admitted.

"Were you having sex when you told him about this? Did it make him cum? Did you fuck him as you told him?" Chuck had a funny glint in his eyes as he asked me these questions.

"We were touching each other. No we didn't fuck, I wanted to be clean for our date. I gave him a blowjob and he came very quickly after I started." I could not believe I admitted that to him. Chuck kind of chuckled and then asked.

"It really turns him on to think of you sucking me off doesn't it? He gets off on you being with me. He will really be excited after I sleep with you tonight." Before I could answer the question, the waiter appeared with our salads. This however didn't faze Chuck and he pressed me for an answer.

"Well, Jan, won't he?" 

"Yes he will." I admitted and looked away from him towards the fresh salad which had been placed in front of me. 

The conversation changed during dinner and we continued to talk about Chuck's past businesses and experiences. I learned that he was a very wealthy man and had operated several large businesses in town but had changed his career after his wife got sick with cancer. She had died four years ago. He had not dated since her death as he didn't feel ready for another relationship.

We left the restaurant, arm in arm, around 9:30 and walked to the elevator to take us to his room on the 15th floor. In the elevator Chuck held me close and kissed me for the very first time. His kiss was electric and I opened my mouth and readily accepted his tongue into it. He felt so strong as he held me and his hands began to gently stroke my buns through my dress as we rode downward. He broke off the kiss when the door opened onto his floor. We walked to his room with his arm around my waist. His hand would slip down and he would gentle pat and caress my butt as we walked. I was feeling almost breathless from the sexual energy I was feeling. I don't know if it was the wine or the situation but I wanted this man badly. 

I could feel my body reacting to him as we walked down the hall together. My nipples were tingling from the stimulation of the lace on the bra. My pussy was starting to moisten again and I could feel my face and chest beginning to flush bright pink from excitement. I could feel the emotional thrill of the situation throughout my body and I enjoyed the feeling.

Chuck opened the door to the room and we slipped inside where he once again pulled me into his arms. We kissed and touched one another and I could feel the growing hardness of his cock against my tummy. He felt my breasts through my dress and I could feel my arousal grow as he felt me up. We were practically dry-humping standing up when Chuck broke off the kisses and guided me toward the bed. He pushed me and sat me on the bed and he stood up and reached for his wallet.

"Chuck, I don't …" I started to protest, to tell him I was enjoying myself so much that he didn't need to pay me when he cut me right off.

"Jan, before you say it, let me say that I agree. A complete date with you is not like a quick fuck in the car. I will pay you $400 for tonight and maybe more." He smiled and handed me 4-one hundred dollar bills. I didn't reach for them right away but instead tried to finish my sentence.

"What I meant to say Chuck was that you don't need to pay me for tonight. That this can be a real date." I was hoping that he would I understand that I wanted to have sex with him, not as a whore but as a friend.

"No Jan, let's keep this strictly business. A deal is a deal and you should remember that sex with you is a business relationship." Chuck lectured me and I felt that there might be a hidden message in his words. I took the money from his hand feeling like a real whore and placed it inside of the small purse I had carried with me. I closed the purse and set it on the night stand beside the bed.

"Jan, I want you to be completely honest with me." Chuck said as he stood in front of me as I sat on his bed.

"Okay Chuck, I have always been completely honest with you." I felt strange like I was defending myself.

"How many other men have you had sex with for money? As a paid escort?" 

"Just you the other night Chuck, no one else. It is just like I told you before, I was role-playing." I explained to him as he approached me closer. My sitting knees were now touching his standing knees.

"Jan, have you and Justin ever tried swinging or swapping?" He asked while placing both of his warm hands on my shoulders.

"Yes Chuck, several times." I answered while I enjoyed his touching which turned to gentle squeezes.

"I figured that. It was Justin's idea, wasn't it?" He continued.

"Yes, Chuck. I told him I wasn't interested at first but he talked me into it." He was now rubbing and squeezing me. I was really getting into the eroticism of answering his questions and could not wait for the next one.

"And now you enjoy it just as much, don't you?" He said almost accusingly.

"Yes I do, in fact I will initiate it now." I was staring to get really excited by his questions and felt good about answering them for the man who paid me.

"When you have sex with other men is Justin there watching?" He asked as he started moving his hands down to my breasts. He grabbed each one and held them up from underneath as if he were holding a piece of fruit in each hand.

"No, not anymore. He was at first but now he just waits for me at home to return and tell him everything that happened." I was starting to feel really warm and wanted him to remove my dress.

"He gets really turned on by what you tell him doesn't he? He likes to fuck you as you tell him too. He probably eats you afterwards doesn't he?" Chuck appeared to know a lot about Justin and my behavior and while this was initially exciting it began to trouble me.

"Yes he gets extremely turned on and he wants to see if there are any signs of another man anywhere on my body. He will often eat me as I tell him what we did and if the other man didn't wear a condom he loves to clean me out with his tongue. Then we will often fuck as I tell him what happened." I admitted everything to Chuck and I wondered where this was going.

"This really turns you on too doesn't it my little whore?" He asked as his fingers found my nipples through the material covering them and he began to pinch them lightly.

"Yes Chuck it does. It makes me incredibly hot." I was lost in the moment and started to sigh from his actions with my breasts.

"I knew that too, you are such a slut! Now stand up and strip for me." He ordered. I swallowed hard at his stinging words. God, I was so hot, so horny. I stood up and turned around so that he could unzip the zipper at the back of my dress. He unzipped it and stepped back. I noticed that there was a large tent at the front of his slacks.

I slipped the material of the dress from my shoulders and let the dress drop to the floor. It puddled at my feet and I stepped out of it. I was now clad only in my lacy blue bra, lacy blue g-string panties, my thigh high stockings and my heels. I unclasped the clasp on the front of the bra and pulled it from my breasts. I was now feeling the part of a paid prostitute and wanted to get down to business and get home.

Chuck was watching my face intently as I stripped for him but I also noticed that he liked to watch as the removal of each item revealed more of my body to him. I kind of shivered as I stood before him, not from cold but from the excitement of the situation. I held both of my breasts in my hands and my touch felt good as I cupped both of my boobs.

"You have nice little titties Jan, I like them. Keep going."

I uncupped my boobs and reached down to the small elastic string that encircled my hips. My fingers found it and pulled it from me so that I could pull my g-string down. It slowly slid downward and I could feel the stickiness of my secretions hold it to my pussy for a few seconds before it pulled free. I pulled them down to my feet and over my shoes. I was standing in front of my customer, my first real john, my superior from work showing parts of my body that I had not shown him before. My pussy was shaved almost entirely, save for a small little patch right above my slit. I stood before Chuck; my legs slightly parted and tossed my g-string onto the bed. I was so aroused that my hand went down to my pussy to touch myself and feel the wetness.

"Jan, your body is marvelous. I am so glad that I bought that cute little pussy of yours. Now lie back on the bed and spread your legs for me. Show me my prize." Chuck ordered me. I complied and slid back onto the bed. My head reached the pillows and I spread my thigh open for him revealing my wet and ready pussy to his eyes.

"No, use your hands. Spread yourself wide open for me."

I used my hands and spread my thighs as wide apart as I could. I was as open to this man as I had ever been to my husband. I felt wicked as I displayed myself to him.




The Date



"Now use your fingers and open up your little cunt for me, show me your pink slut hole."

I have to admit that his nasty talk was helping me get into my role as an escort even more. I used my fingers on my right hand to spread my labia open to reveal the inside of my pussy to him. I knew that he could see that I was extremely wet and that my clit was erect. My fingers slipped around holding my labia wide spread.

"Use both hands, stick your fingers inside and really open that hole wide open. Show me what a whore you are. That all the men you have fucked have stretched you wide open." Chuck was really being nasty and demeaning to me. He was treating me like the whore he wanted and I was complying.

I reached two fingers from each hand into my pussy and used them to pull my pussy wide apart. I felt so open, so naked, and so bad. I could feel myself opened up as when I went to the gynecologist. I was on display for this man. Chuck now climbed onto the bed and stuck his face right down to examine me. I could not look at him as he peered into me.

"You have a very pretty little pussy for being such a nasty little slut. You are so wet."

Chuck penetrated me with his large finger. It slipped right in and he pushed my hands out of the way. I could not feel him until he allowed me to pull my fingers away. He slid in another finger and began to push them in and out of me like a cock. His face moved closer to me and I could hear him inhale large amounts through his nose. He was smelling my pussy. 

"You smell so clean, so sweet. I need to taste you." He said between sniffs. This talk continued to excite me and I knew that I was gushing more into my pussy.

Chuck's tongue lightly brushed my labia and he took small tentative licks. It was thrilling to feel his tongue tasting me. He licked around the outside of my pussy and he took small little jabs at my clit with just the tip of his tongue. He plunged his entire tongue inside of me like a small wet cock. He licked around inside of my pussy and I rested my feet on his shoulders. He removed his face from between my thighs and I gave a disappointed sigh.

"Are you sure you are married woman and a whore, your pussy tastes as fresh and sweet as a teenage virgin?" Chuck commented as he lips shown with the remains of his tasting of me. 

I smiled as he spoke those words and I began to feel a little less ashamed of my whorish behavior. Chuck stood up and removed his suit coat and tie. He began unbuttoning his shirt and I got up from the bed to help him. As I unbuttoned his shirt his hands went to my back and shoulders. His touch was so warm, so gentle that I began to feel like his lover instead of his whore. After I removed his shirt and undershirt I was able to see his strong well muscled chest which was covered with a manly fir. I ran my fingers through his chest-hair; it felt both soft and wiry. Chuck pulled my body tightly to his. He tenderly kissed the top of my head. I nuzzled my face up against his chest. His masculine scent filled my nostrils.

"Jan, you are so very sweet and so nice to hug." Chuck softly spoke as he hugged me tighter to him. I looked up to his face and our lips met. I could taste myself on him as we kissed. He made sure that I licked my juices from around his mouth and then he said.

"Tasty aren't you. I think I will have to eat some more of that little pussy of yours. Take off my pants and let's get back into that bed."

"Yes, sir." I replied with a joking tone. 

I unhooked his belt and then unbuttoned his pants. I kneeled down before him as he pushed downward on my shoulders guiding me into a subservient position. I unzipped his pants and reached inside to touch his cock. I slipped my hands into the flap of his underwear and felt the warm snakelike organ inside them. His cock was very hard and felt nice in my hand. I continued undressing him and for the first time ever we stood there almost entirely naked in front of each other. His legs appeared well muscled and firm. I ran my hand down them to confirm this fact.

"Chuck, you are one of the most masculine men I have ever seen. You are so sexy." I exclaimed as I ran my hands over his firm buttocks. His body felt so strong, so warm, and I felt myself just feeling so happy to be touching him.

"Okay, whore, suck my balls." He ordered breaking the mood and putting me back into my role as an escort.

I reached around and looked at his very manly cock. It was solidly erect but did not stand straight up as Justin's did. Instead his cock pointed outward from his belly. I took my tongue and began licking up and down on the hardened shaft. I licked the entire thing several times and then went down underneath it to lick his balls. His balls had some dark course hair on them and they got into my mouth as I licked and sucked his balls. His balls were about the size of small plums or large grapes and I eagerly sucked first one, then the other entirely into my mouth. They felt quite natural filling my mouth. Chuck was moaning as I tended to his manhood.

After a short while he helped me up and placed me on the bed again. He spread my legs and began his oral ministrations on my tender pussy. He licked and teased my clit and I found myself moaning and panting from the pleasure. After only a few minutes of this I orgasmed all over his face. This didn't stop him and the feeling became too intense after my climax so I tried to encourage him to allow me to pleasure him now. Chuck however knew what was happening to my body and he soon rolled off from me and pulled me on top of him.

I felt almost tiny as he held me on his body. His cock was between us poking at my tummy. He directed me to rub my pussy on his cock by pulling me upwards until his erection was slipping in the slickness of my labial folds. It was so soft, so slippery that I soon found myself approaching orgasm again. Chuck could sense this from motions and vocalizations and spread my legs with his.

"Jan my whore, I want to fuck you without a condom. Will I be safe?" He asked with huskiness in his voice. I reached my hand down to his cock and attempted to slip it into my pussy.

"I am on the pill Chuck; there is no need to worry about that." I replied trying to reassure him.

"No, I meant me, from disease. From Aids." He replied with an edge to his voice as if to insinuate that I was missing the point.

"Chuck I am clean and disease free, I was checked recently. Now, will I be safe with you? I asked turning the tables and wondering about this man that seemed to like to be with prostitutes.

"I have always used rubbers except with you. Now climb on and give me my money's worth." 

Without hesitation I grasped his thick shaft and ran it around in my wetness. I spread my thighs further apart to accommodate his body and pushed his cock into the opening of my vagina. It felt wonderful and I could not wait to feel his entire length inside of me. I slid back and pushed myself onto his cock as he lifted his body up and thrust into me. I gasped a loud breath as he slid almost entirely into my willing pussy with our initial coupling. I felt so wonderful having this man's cock in me that I couldn't wait to have my pussy adjust to it and pushed the remaining few inches of his shaft into me. I felt him deep inside me and I moaned loudly.

"Oh baby, that cock of yours feels so good." I moaned.

Chuck seemed to enjoy the wet warmth of my pussy and tried stabbing up inside of me. It didn't work to his satisfaction and he flipped me onto my back with him still buried inside of me. He started humping me with hard strokes. I spread myself as wide as I could for him and there was no doubt that he was entirely inside of me as I could now feel his balls slapping against me as he pushed his cock roughly and completely in and out of my pussy.

"Jan you slut you whore, fuck me." Chuck called out as he thrust harder and harder into me. I could feel another approaching orgasm and started to hump up to him as he pushed faster and harder. We appeared to cum together as I felt him shooting his cum deep inside my married pussy as I lost myself in the throws of my cuming. We wailed, we rutted, and then we both sank down exhausted as his throbbing cock spewed its final shot inside me. I hugged him tightly with my arms and my legs. It felt so right and so wonderful to have this man's cock buried in my whore's cunt as I we breathed heavily together.

We lay coupled together for a while and I could hear his breathing become soft and rhythmic as his cock began to soften and slip from me. He began to feel very heavy and I slipped out from under him and we lay in twined together basking in the quiet exhaustion that accompanies a good hard orgasm. We both slept for a while and we began to stir. Chuck wanted to hold me and talk and I wanted to clean us both up. He won and we began a conversation that would change our relationship forever.



The Date



It’s got to be the not knowing that’s killing me.  I let my wife go out on a date tonight.  That by itself is a first, but this date . . . .  Now I’m just sitting here twiddling my thumbs having already exhausted my dick.  She said she would tell me everything, but my imagination has already overwhelmed me.

This evening we met for an early dinner after work.  We went through the usual small talk, but she seemed nervous, so I asked her to spill it.  What was bothering her?

“Remember how we talked about seeing other people?” she asked.  Immediately I knew what she meant.  For years it had been my fantasy to see her seduced by another man while I watched.  She would listen and admit that the idea aroused her, but never expressed any interest in actually doing it.  Once, when I pressed her, she said she would think about it, and if she ever met the right man, she would remember that she could ask me.  But that was years ago.  Now her gaze dropped to the table as she fidgeted with her food.  I could feel my pants get tight as my dick filled with blood.  “Well, I think I’d like to do that now.”  She looked up at me, trying to read my expression.

Recovering from my immediate shock, I had to adjust my dick, which had become uncomfortably stiff in its current place.  “Well, tell me a little more about it.” I replied dryly.  “I mean, who?  When?  What do you mean ‘date’?”  It had always been clear, or so I thought, that this meant a sex date, and I was supposed to be involved, somehow. 

“First, I have to know if its OK to go on with this.  I mean, I never really believed you wanted me to do this,” she said.

I was surprised at how excited I was.  I didn’t think she had ever seriously considered this before, but now I had to deal with the real prospect of her going out with and fucking another man.  Questions assailed my mind.  But I knew I could only get them answered one at a time.   I temporized with myself; I had not said yes yet.  “No, no, Honey.  I guess I meant what I said.  Anyway, I’m fascinated.  And horny.  You have to tell me more.  You have to tell me everything,” I added with a leer.  She knew what I meant, I wanted details, no matter what happened.

She took a deep breath.  “OK, I’ve met a man at work.  He’s with the Baltimore group, so he isn’t in town very often.  He’s asked me out a dozen times, but I’ve always said no.  But its been bothering me.  The last couple of times I’ve wanted to say yes.”   Now she was talking fast.  She was still pretty unsure about bringing this to me, I guess.

“So what changed your mind?” I prodded.

“He’s gorgeous.  Tall, muscled, polite, clean.  The project is almost over for his group and I don’t have to worry about him popping up again, and neither do you.  Besides, I don’t think he’s interested in anything more either.”

“Then what you really want is just to sleep with him,” I stated, just to be sure.  I never thought she wanted a relationship or anything, but I thought I should put it on the table.  I also wanted to make sure that this was all she wanted.  My fantasy always ended in hot sex for her, and this was what excited me most, of course, but I was not comfortable with keeping him around afterwards.

She looked up and held my gaze a moment, “Yes, just that,” she said.  

My cock was rock hard now and I forgot about not encouraging her.  “OK, I want more,” I said.  “I want to know all about him, what you plan to do with him, and then afterwards I want to know everything you did with him.”  My enthusiasm seemed to please her, or maybe she was just relieved.

“What decided me, I guess, was when I talked to Rose about him.”  I knew Rose as her wild workmate.  Rose was young and attractive, talked about everything she did, and she did a lot.  She had kissed and told many times and her exploits were legendary at Amy’s office.  “Rose slept with him once last spring, and her report was something to hear.  He’s married, but obviously strays.  She says his cock is the biggest she’s ever seen, and you know she’s seen a lot.  He gave her three hours one night, and then again in the morning.  She said she had to stop him!  Wearing Rose out, imagine!  Anyway, she also says he has ‘the touch’ as she calls it.  He takes his time and knows how to treat a woman in bed.  Like I said, he’s about 6’1, lean with nice muscles.  He’s an engineer.”

She smiled as she described him, but didn’t look me in the eye.  “Wore Rose out huh?” I asked.  “So tell me about his cock.  I know Rose likes to talk about that more than anything.”

Now she did look me in the eye.  “Rose exaggerates, but she swears he’s got ten inches and thick as her wrist.  She could barely get her mouth around it.  What more do you want?  I mean, there’s not much more to it.  Big is good, but its more in how he uses it.  Rose says he’s nice and gentle when you want him to be.  And you’re fine, honey, but I’d like to try a really big one, too.”

Something in the way she was looking at me got my attention, there was something I was missing here.  Then I remembered something else about Rose.  “Honey, Rose is black.”  Amy looked away.  “Black – black, Honey. Ethnic black.  Does she see white guys now, then?”  An uncomfortable awareness was growing in my mind.

Even as she said it, it hit me like a sledge hammer, “No, Honey, Rose doesn’t do white guys.”  I was bowled over for a second time tonight, this time I felt light headed.  The image of her pale white body spread wide under a sweating, laboring black giant forced itself upon me and my whole body tingled.  In my image Amy cried out as the giant raised himself above her, only the root of his jet black pole visible above her thin muff as he rutted on her.  Just that thick bit bobbing in and out, with so much more jammed up inside of her, massaging her where I had never reached.  “He’s black.  So?  He’s just a man.  It took me a little while to get used to the idea, but he’s hot.  Honey, are you OK?” she finally asked.

“Yeah,” I replied.  “Let’s go home and I’ll think about it.”

“Think about it on the way.  I made the date for later tonight at Tongue in Groove,” she said with a wry look.  Again I was shocked.  She had made plans and it was about to happen now, too soon for me to digest.  And I had to decide now?  That wasn’t very fair.  We rode home in silence.

At home, Amy showered.  I sat on the bed, wrestling with my image and all the rush of emotions. What was she thinking?  I watched her emerge from the shower.  Amy is a thin woman, about 5’10”.  She exercises and has a very well toned body.  Her breasts are small Bs, but fit her slim figure perfectly.  Her hair is shoulder length and brown, and she has a thin black muff.  As I watched her dry and lotion herself, I adjusted my image of her with the black giant.  I was incredibly aroused.

She walked over and stood in front of me, towel on hair, naked.  “Well, I’ve got to get ready.  Can you speak?”  She was so beautiful nude, but I was speechless.  I just gazed at her curves, lovingly, admiringly.  Then she went over to her dresser and began to select her clothes.

“Are you gonna suck him off?”  I asked.  “What did Rose say about that?”

“I’m sure it will come up.  You know me, I’m no great sucker, but I sure don’t mind a beautiful cock.  I mean, it sure is a turn on for the girl, and it really gets you him the mood.”  Returning to the mirror she paused “I wonder if they taste different?  Its been a long time since I even had another man, and I’ve never tasted a black guy.”  Now the image of his ten inch ebony tool slipping over her red lips and tongue appeared in my mind’s eye.  Her ivory jaw dropped low and she drew some of him into her mouth and then out again, leaving him slick with her saliva.  She licked her lips, savoring his flavor.  “Honey?”

I snapped back to reality, “Huh?  Oh, I don’t know, I imagine they are pretty much the same.  Asian women taste the same.  Mexican too.  Are you gonna swallow?”  My mouth was dry and I continued to toy with my fantasy, now she sucked faster.

“If he comes, sure!  There’s not much else to do when they do, you know.  Its kinda part of the experience.”  Now in my fantasy kept stroking with her mouth against the suddenly sagging giant black dick.  As she pulled back a thin string of semen followed her lips.

“So what else did Rose do?”  I wanted to encourage her to talk.  With every new scene in my mind I grew more and more excited, if that was possible. 

“She said the foreplay lasted an hour, then they fucked for three more.  She pulled his clothes off slowly, blew him till he came, then he undressed her and went down on her.  By the time he came up she could hardly wait for him to just fuck her.  They did it all sorts of ways.  He was so big and long she got sore, but she kept coming.”

“How many times?” I asked.  The real measure of a man.

“Three big ones and a little one.  Plus one the next day.  She says she was sore for a week,” she replied.

“How are you gonna’ do it?” I asked.  “Any favorites you’re dying to try?”  I tried to keep my voice steady.  The excitement and maybe a little anxiety might have made it tremble a little bit.

“A few,” she smiled.  “But with three hours I guess I can try them all.  Missionary, doggy, cowboy.  I intend to get as worn out as Rose did.  I’ve listened to her stories so often I have to wonder if it can really be done.”  Now in my fantasy the black giant was laboring over her as she lay limp, exhausted, used up.  His energy was unstoppable though as he pulled her onto her knees and penetrated her from behind, his 10 inch tool dripping with his semen and her juices.  Amy continued to speak slowly as she unrolled her hair, “In fact, I’m anxious to try every thing on Rose’s list.  This guy did them all and did them well.”

Knowing Rose, I had to ask, “Anal?”

She was pulling up the panties she had selected.  It was a black satin French cut g-string.  The kind that leave no lines and can be easily rolled aside at the crotch.  I had never seen them; they were new.  “Yes, dear, you know Rose.”

“Not Rose, honey, you.”  We had never done this.  While it intrigued us both, I found it a little unappealing and had just never had the guts.

She had selected a perfume and was dabbing it on her wrists, her neck, her nipples, her belly, and then she lifted her hem an put a dab on the lips of her vagina.  “If he wants,” she finally said.  I was silent.  “Rose has talked me into it.  She says he’s very gentle.  I’ve got to do it right and if I get what I want so should he.”  She sounded resolved.  I was horrified at the image that came into view now of Amy, my wife, wincing and groaning into a pillow as the black giant abused her back passage, leaving a load of semen dribbling out of her.  A sobering question popped into mind.

“Are you taking a rubber?  Er, rubbers?” I asked.

“No honey.”  Now she walked over to me and touched my cheek.  “Its not the time of month.  I don’t like rubbers either, and my diaphragm is such a chore.  I want to feel his skin on mine.  C’mon, kiss me.  I’ve got to put on lipstick.”  We kissed and she went to the closet, where her short black evening dress was hanging out.

“What did you mean ‘If you get what you want…’?”  Clearly, she had planned all of this.  How could she know I would agree to it all in one evening?

“I just want three hours of fucking a hung stud and I am willing to get a little twisted and sore.  I’ve been thinking about it for months and I just don’t think I want anything else.  I don’t expect you to know what ….”  She spun around and glared at me.  “He’s ten inches!  I want that in my pussy.  I want him to drive it in.  I want it slow and fast.  I want to grind on it while he sucks my nipples.  I want to lick bourbon off his cock and then lay back while he splits me in half.  I want multiple orgasms without my vibrator.  I want to press my ivory white ass against his hips and pull his balls up against my twat while he pumps me like a dog.”  By now she was raising her voice and it seemed she was tired of my questions.

“I don’t want you to go,” I said softly.  Now I felt a pit of fear in my stomach.  I could give her very little of that, I had not been that interesting a lover.  I sure wasn’t anywhere near ten inches.

She grabbed her little purse and strode over to me.  She stroked my face. I slipped my hands up her dress and over her pussy.  She was wet.  She pushed my hand away.  “Not now, I want to be fresh for him.  Maybe tomorrow . . . if I’m not too sore.”  Then she grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled hard.  He face was stony now.  “But I’m going.  Everything I said? I want it.  I need it.  I’m going to take it.  I want him to have me.”

With that she walked away.  “We’ll be at the Hilton under my name.  I’ll beep you when we get there so you know I’m safe.  Don’t call, no one will answer.  I’ll be back late, maybe tomorrow.”  I followed her shyly to the door.  She took her coat and turned right before she shut the door “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure and tell you every detail.”

Now its 3 AM and she still isn’t home.  She beeped at 10 PM, so they’ve been there 5 hours.  I wrote down everything I could remember.  I’ve jacked off till my suddenly too small dick is sore to touch.  Maybe she’s waiting for the morning fuck too?



The Date



It was only dinner he told himself. Yet as he sat there, across the table, it was something more. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the flicker of the candle danced in her eye at times and the gleam would heighten her wry smile.

She'd casually reached out and touched his hand, laughing in a way that seemed easy and natural. When she touched him... just his hand... his body involuntarily responded. It was driving him crazy. Did she know what power she had And now, even if the waiter brought his charge card back, he wouldn't be able to stand without embarrassing himself. 'That's it.' He thought. 'That's enough... she can't possibly not know.' 

When they went to the car, he opened the door for her and she brushed up against him. Then, she lingered for a moment longer, and pressed herself fully against his body. He let go of the door and slid his arm around her waist. Her blouse was not tucked in and his hand felt the soft curve of her bare back. She felt his response instantly and smiled. "Hey you." She said half accusatory. "Are you supposed to have your hand under there"

She was toying with him. "You tell me." He said as he slid his hand completely up her blouse, and before she could answer he'd undone the clasp of her bra. She gaped a little as she drew in a surprised breath, but the gleam in her eye and the look on her face gave him all the permission he could have wanted. He bent down and ever so gently kissed her on the eyebrow. He ran his other hand gently down the length of her thigh, to the edge of her skirt, then around to the back of her leg and gently up to the crease of her bottom.

Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed as he kissed the other eyebrow, then her earlobe. She was breathing hard and as his lips passed by her cheek she turned, her mouth hungry. 'Your turn.' He thought to himself as he realized the effect he was having on her now. In the back of his mind he was thinking confidently 'I've got control of this. I can take her anywhere I want her to be.' And just as he believed she was ready to surrender to him, he felt her hand grab the back of his neck. She kissed him hard on the mouth and forced her tongue inside. With her other hand she latched onto him tight, measuring him up.

It took him by surprise and for an instant he wasn't sure what to do, then instinct took over. The hand he had up her dress squeezed onto her butt and lifted her slightly, and in one motion they both laid onto the passenger seat of the Jag. As he laid her down, he slid his other hand from behind her back and caressed her ribs, then moved around the curve of her breast. While she was struggling to unbutton her blouse and free herself of the hanging bra, he ran his hand around her breast again and brought his finger tips to her nipples and gave a little squeeze and a twist.

She sucked in a breath and let out a little oooh noise. He placed his other hand directly between her legs and just held her with no movement, no probing or searching of any kind. He just held her and felt the heat. Your hands are so warm. She said through heavy breath. And yet he didn't move, he just continued to hold her.

When she got her blouse open he moved down to her body and brought his face to within a tongues reach of her chest. He moved to the center of her breasts and kissed between them, then up to her neck and kissed again. Then he moved across to the nipple he still held tight, let loose of his fingertip grip, and gently touched it with just the tip of his tongue. "GOD" She said. "I've got to HAVE you. You're just teasing me!"

He moved quickly to her other breast and devoured it with his mouth, sucking hard. She breathed with him. Then as quickly as he'd attacked her chest, he stopped, and gently kissed that same nipple with his lips, and then just lightly touched it with his tongue the way he had on the first. He raised his head up just enough to allow her to feel his breath on her bare skin, and as he breathed on her he began to move his hand, the still one, the one that was emanating heat. They breathed in unison with his hand movements. His breath still caressing her breast, she could feel the connection between what was between her legs, and what wasn't at her chest. And every few seconds he'd stop completely, and give her other nipple a little squeeze.

When he'd thought she'd had enough of this torture he moved his lips up to her mouth. Her eyes were closed but she could feel his breath. He kissed only her bottom lip. Then only her top lip. All the while continuing in gentle rhythmic movements with his hands. You're hands are magic. She said through her labored breathing.

He slid his tongue along her bottom lip and then pressed his lips to hers. Her mouth opened in response and as he explored with his tongue, he slid his hand up, then down, in one easy movement and was inside her panties. He held her with the palm of his hand for a moment. Her wetness was against his palm, gently caressing, but not penetrating.

"Oh God." She said as her voice tightened. He slid a finger into her in response and kissed her hard, forcing her mouth open a little wider. As his tongue pushed in, he squeezed her nipple again and gave it a little twist. Not too hard, but enough for her to feel it though the waves that were passing through her. A purposeful momentary distraction after which her attention rushed back to the runaway feelings flowing from deep within her. The waves moved up through her tummy from the base of her spine. He couldn't see it, but her toes curled inside her shoes. She breathed in, but not out. Then she tried to breath in a bit more, and then again. She tensed. She grabbed the hair at the back of his head. During their kiss she lurched and tensed enough to bite his lip. For a moment, he thought maybe he had hurt her. Then he felt her body let go and her muscles squeeze his finger tight then pulsate in a spasm that matched her strained intakes of air.

He knew. He slowed gently. She kissed his lips softly as she relaxed in his arms. With one hand on her breast, soft now, no squeezing, and one against her hot and wet crotch, he held her. Gentle and caring, he kissed her back into her body until she opened her eyes and once again he saw the gleam that he had seed at dinner. But the smile was different this time. It was softer and not quite as playful. But it was still very girlish.

He smiled. She took a deep breath and a shudder ran through her. She pulled him close and gave him a hug and he heard her whisper "Can we go back to your place" And he knew the night had just begun.



The Date



When you pick me up to take me for dinner, all you can say is “Wow” when I open the door. I’m wearing a loose white dress that is high-waisted so that it’s tight across the chest. There is one “cup” for each breast and no material in between, so I’m showing off a lot of cleavage, and that’s where your eyes immediately go. 

That’s when I launch myself against you and kiss you with such passion and hunger that you wonder if we’ll make it to the restaurant. I press myself tight against you, molding my body to yours so that you can feel every inch, and as your hands wander over my back you get the pleasant surprise of not feeling a bra. I reach behind me to move your hands lower, and you find that I’m not wearing panties, either. That’s when I break the kiss with a grin and suggest we leave because I’m starving.

In the car, I let my skirt slide almost all the way up my thighs, and I put my hand high up on your leg. You realize that it’s going to be a long evening.

We settle into the secluded booth in a dark corner of the restaurant and order our drinks. While we peruse the menu, I subtly adjust my dress, and when you look up at me to ask if I know what I want, you find yourself confronted with a lot more cleavage. You can actually see my areolae peeking out from my top. The poor young waiter, not more than about 17 or 18 years old, has noticed the same thing and stares, mesmerized, until I clear my throat and place my order.

You and I continue along our usual conversational lines… geeky, funny, interesting things of no real importance, but as we talk, I reach into my water glass and take out an ice cube. You swallow hard as you watch me circle the ice cube around first one nipple and then the other, making them hard and rendering my dress transparent. Then I put the ice cube back and slowly lick the water from my fingers.

You whisper to me how sexy I am how you can hardly believe I’m doing these things, and in response I just grin again, raise an eyebrow, and pull my top aside a bit more to reveal one hard, pink little nipple. Our waiter almost drops our food when he sees it.

We eat our meals, still talking of casual things, and I “accidentally” spill some sauce on my breast. I look at you, and instead of using my serviette, I lift my breast up and lick it clean, pinching and twisting my nipple a bit as I put it back down. It feels so good that I do the same to the other breast, revealing that nipple, too, in the process.

The waiter stutters when he comes back and asks us if we want dessert. order “whatever has the most whipped cream.” When it comes, I dip a finger into the cream and lick it clean with just the tip of my tongue, then put it in my mouth to suck it for a moment. I make a little moaning sigh kind of noise and tell you how much I love whipped cream. Then I reach into my dessert again and gather up some more whipped cream, this time coating my nipples and part of my breasts. You expect me to lick this off, as well, but I just go about calmly eating my dessert. You can’t take your eyes off my decorated breasts. 

You look a bit concerned when the waiter comes back with our bill, but I was waiting for him. “You can either get a tip,” I tell him, “or you can lick my breasts clean. Which would you prefer?”

He looks around to be sure no one will see, then sits down beside me in the booth and looks hesitantly, first at me and then at my chest. I smile encouragingly, then guide his head down. “Make sure you do a good job,” I say. I look over at you as I arch my back and give him better access to my breasts. I can see how hungry you are for me, and I feel the same way about you. The boy finishes his task fairly quickly, but continues his attentions until I tell him to stop, then I straighten my top and we leave the restaurant, you walking close behind me to hide your erection.

When we reach the parking lot, I demonstrate why I wanted you to park in the furthest, darkest corner. I kiss you the same way I did at the beginning of the evening, and your hands come up to pull my top aside, freeing my breasts completely. You bury your head in my chest, feeling how sticky it is from the whipped cream and another man’s tongue, and you suck and bite my nipples just the way I like as I sit on the hood of the car and wrap my legs around your waist. 

We’re both so hot that we know we can’t wait until we get home, but I’m still momentarily surprised when you bend me over the hood and lift up my skirt. My breasts hang down and touch the cold metal of the car and my nipples get even harder… so hard they now hurt, and you stare at my ass a moment before you undo your pants and ram your hard cock into me. 

My gasps and moans are incoherent as you fuck me, but you know I’m trying to tell you how much I want you and need you and how incredibly hot I got teasing you like that. And you reach around me and play with my breasts, just like you’ve wanted to do all evening. Soon, you tell me you have to cum and I tell you I want it on my tits. You turn me around and get me on my knees and spray your cum all over for me. 

We drive home, me with my breasts still on display, though now covered in your spunk, and you with your pants unzipped so I can play with your cock.



The Date



I am getting ready for our date. We haven't seen each other in over two weeks because you've been out of town on business. I sit on the edge of my bed and untie my running shoes. I take them off and slip my feet out of my white socks. Standing up, I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my black skintight bike shorts and push them down over my hips and down my legs. I step out of them as I remove my black bikini panties. I grab the bottom of my black crop top and pull it up over my head. Holding it in my hand, I pick up my shorts and panties and walk naked into the bathroom. I put my clothes in the laundry hamper and turn on the water in the shower. 

As I wait for the water to reach the desired temperature, I brush my teeth. I place my watch on the vanity and step into the shower. I stand under the hot spray for a few minutes, letting the water sluice over my body. I squirt some shampoo into the palm of my hand and bring my hand to my head. I begin to lather my hair with the apple-scented shampoo. I repeat the process. 

After putting apple-scented conditioner in my hair, I pour apricot-scented body wash on a body sponge. I bend forward and begin washing my toes. I start with my left leg and wash from my foot to my hip, before washing my right leg. Next I wash my arms and neck, moving from my neck to my breasts. Moving the sponge over my tummy, I slide it behind me to my back. I bring it down over my ass and around to my pussy. When I'm covered from head to toe in soap, I step back under the spray to rinse off. 

I start with my hair, making sure all the conditioner is out. Then I run my hands over my body, making sure all the soap is gone. I cup my full breasts and I get hot as I recall the many times you've done that. As I think of you, I begin to tease my nipples. My heartbeat accelerates as my hands slide down over my tummy and my fingers brush against my nest of curls. I spread my legs as I move my hand lower. I stroke my slit before pushing my fingers between my pussy lips. I circle my clit a couple of times before rolling it between my thumb and finger. I imagine your hard cock thrusting deep inside me as I slip two fingers into my hot, wet pussy. As the water hits my tight nipples, the pressure inside me builds stronger and stronger until I explode in a powerful orgasm. As I cum, I cry out your name. I let the water run over me as I calm down. I step out of the shower and wrap my head in a towel before putting my robe on.

I enter the bedroom and nearly jump out of my skin when a pair of masculine arms grabs me from behind. You nibble on my ear lobe as you tell me how hot I made you. You push me gently against the wall and press against me. I can feel your hard cock against my ass. Slightly embarrassed, I ask how long you've been here. You tell me that you saw me pleasuring myself until I let go. As you tell me this, one of your hands is undoing your pants and the other is sliding beneath my robe. The belt of my robe comes undone and my robe falls open. 

You stroke my wet pussy, bringing me close to the edge again. You turn me around to face you. You grab both my wrists and pin my arms over my head with your strong hands. You kiss me hard, your tongue invading my mouth at the same time your hard cock penetrates my pussy. I moan at the sense of completeness I feel as our bodies join. I place one of my legs on your hip and try to pull you closer. It's not long before you're spilling your seed into my body. As we calm down, you release my hands and I place them around your neck. You kick out of your pants and cup my ass. You lower your mouth to mine, this time in a gentle kiss.

"Welcome home," I say as I playfully nip your lower lip. You carry me to the bed and place me on it. As you sink your cock back into my warm body, you say, "It's good to be home." Our lovemaking this time is just that, making love, slow and tender, as though we have all the time in the world. Afterwards, we lay temporarily sated in each other's arms and fall asleep.



The Date



As usual, Stacie smiled while getting dressed for her Saturday night date. She always felt a little excited when she knew she would be spending the evening with Nick but there was something unusually strong about her joy this time, something deep and moving. Could she have possibly known what was about to happen that night? Maybe even expected it?

Stacie glanced at the clock and the time was 6:50. Nick would be there any minute to pick her u. They had planned to go to the drive-in and see a movie. They had never been to a drive-in as a couple so this would have been a first for them. When he pulled into the driveway he hit the horn to let her know he was there and she promptly came out. As she got into the car, they gave each other a little kiss that turned into a deep passionate kiss. As they pulled away, the look in there eyes let them both know that this was going to be a night to remember.

By the time they got to the drive-in it was 7:30. It was still daylight so the movie hadn't started yet. They had stopped by Mc Donalds for something to eat but neither one of them was really hungry for food. They sat in the car softly staring at each other making light conversation. Nick made a comment that maybe they should have just gone to one of the hotels that they passed on the way and watched T.V. instead. This wasn't the first time Nick had made that statement, but there was something different about it this time. When he made the suggestion, instead of laughing it off, they both looked at each other in a way that made it clear that they both would much rather be in a hotel room together then at the drive-in. Without saying another word, Nick started the car and left the drive-in.

They pulled into the hotel parking lot and Nick jumped out and went to go get a room. When he came back he was laughing a little. When Stacie asked him what was so funny, he explained how the person behind the counter told him that someone had paid for a room and then just suddenly left without asking for a refund so he gave the keys to Nick and said you must be one lucky fellow. Stacie said, yeah I bet, and as she got out of the car they both laughed.

The room that they were given was huge. It had a gigantic bathroom with a bathtub that resembled a jacquizzi. There was a queen size bed with fresh brand new sheets that smelled like they were straight from the package. Stacie sat on the foot of the bed and Nick turned on the T.V. Their room had cable so it gave them plenty to watch. They were thirsty so Nick decided to run to the little store across the street and get some sodas. When he returned he had a bag that seemed to contain a bit more then sodas. Stacie noticed the extra large bag but for some reason she decided not to inquire about its contents. She was sure she would find out sooner or later.

Nick sat on the bed next her and asked what she was watching. She said nothing and began flipping the channels while drinking her soda. As she finished her soda she glanced at Nick and noticed that he was looking at her. Their eyes met and they seemed to be looking into each other's mind. They felt drawn to each other and they embraced and began kissing deeply, passionately. They stood up but never relaxed their embrace. They paused just long enough to gaze into each other's eyes and they both started breathing very heavily. He slowly slid his hands down the back of her pants and removed her blouse. As he pulled it over her head he admired the beauty of her soft skin and started kissing her neck and moved down to her chest. He unsnapped her bra and removed it in one swift motion and she began unbuttoning his shirt. As she removed his shirt, she started kissing his chest while removing his belt. As his pants slid down his legs it was evident to her that she had thoroughly aroused him and she smiled with satisfaction.

Nick stepped out of his shoes and jeans and into her arms as they continued their passionate kissing. As he undid her jeans he began kissing her on her neck and then her chest, slowly sliding down to her soft stomach and he followed her pants down her legs and unlaced her shoes. She stepped out of her shoes and pants and as he started up her legs her panties were coming down. He kissed her softly all the way up until once again they were embracing and kissing.

Stacie caressed his back and then gently slid her had underneath his underwear squeezing him softly and then slowly removed his underwear sliding them past his thighs and letting them drop to the floor. They held each other tight as they kissed. He picked her up in his arms and carried her around to the side of the bed and slowly placed her in the middle without removing his lips from hers. As he joined her on the bed, he began to caress her body with his mouth. He could feel the warmth of her chest and he could almost taste the heat of her stomach. He paused at her belly button as he continued his decent. Her legs parted welcoming his warm soft mouth onto her. He could hear the soft moans coming from her and it excited him even more. He took great care in moistening each individual stand of hair as his tongue passed over her from thigh to thigh. As his tongue slowly penetrated her she felt the urge to squirm. His tongue probed her warm, wet cove and with every penetrating motion, she felt compelled to move as if she was trying to follow the motions of his tongue. His tongue slid deeper inside her and she responded to the feeling by moaning louder and a faint yes could be heard coming from her. The in and out motions of his tongue were accompanied by the twists and turns of her body. He followed her motions with his mouth taking care never to leave her soft and wet cove.

Stacie's moans grew louder and deeper as Nick's tongue moved faster and deeper. It was obvious to him that his actions were well appreciated by the way she moaned his name and said yes. Each passing motion of his tongue brought a different twist and a new turn. As he slid his warm, probing tongue deeper inside her, she arched her back in utter enjoyment. He kissed her thigh softly and continued kissing her while she caught her breath.

Without warning, Nick reached across the bed for the bag that sat on the floor. His actions surprised Stacie and she asked him what he was doing. He responded simply by saying, you'll find out soon enough. She admired his body while he seemed to be shaking something. Just as she began to grow impatient with waiting, her returned to her and said let's see here. She looked at him with a bit of surprise when she noticed what he was holding in his hand. She asked him what he planned to do with it and he said this, and began to cover her stomach with cool, foamy whipped cream. She could only respond with oh my goodness as she watched him cover her from neck to waist with the sweet creamy substance. He laughed as he removed her socks and covered her feet as well. Stacie asked so now what, and was answered by him removing the cream from her toes with his mouth. She did not know whether to laugh or moan. She decided to moan as he moved up her legs and returned to her soft, warm cove which was now covered in whipped cream. His tongue swished around in the cream and then inside her and she responded with the motions of her body. He wasted no time probing the depths of her warm insides. He moved up to her belly button and then laid upon her, smashing the cream between their two bodies. Stacie responded with no you didn't, and Nick said yes I did and they began to kiss passionately.

She could feel his warm, throbbing extension pressed against her in a strong contrast to the creamy substance that covered them. She felt his body, move into position and she could feel his hot extension probing her soft cove. As he slowly moved side to side she felt him sliding inside her and her warmth welcomed his gratefully. As his back arched, her back arched with it in perfect harmony.

The pleasure he was experiencing was evident by his moans and gasps. He kissed her neck as he removed and replaced his extension and she lovingly accepted him with cries of enjoyment. As their bodies became sticky, from the whipped cream mixed with sweat that was between them, and from the rhythmic motions of their waists, he lifted her into his lap as he rose to his knees. She gave no objections to this new position but rather embraced him and began to slide up and down his body with the lifting motions of his thighs. Their moaning grew deeper as the pace quickened. Her sliding motion became a bouncing motion as she threw her head back and he kissed her neck. 

Holding her waist he began kissing her breast softly, turning the kisses into moments of sucking as he tasted the sweet cream he had put on her. Now they slowed and his extension slid deeper inside her and they held each other tightly as he probed deep into her with steady determination. The flood of oh Gods and yes's that came from them made it clear that the love they were making was like no other they had ever experienced. The passion grew as they both pushed firmly together her climaxing again and him releasing yet another explosion of his creamy gifts. He laid her down on the bed; the both of them panting completely spent. He laid on top of her but had not yet removed himself from inside her. They lay there together and it was evident that he was still very much aroused. So still panting and barely able to breathe, they began the synchronized motions of pushing and pulling while he penetrated her smoothly. In and out side to side, she matched his movements with complimenting movements of her own. 

As the friction created between them grew even more enjoyable, she rolled him over so that she was on top of him and she kissed his neck and tasted the sweet cream from his chest. As she looked into his eyes her perfectly curved hips began to move back and forth causing him to move in coordination to her movements. She rubbed his sticky chest while inviting him deeper inside her. Each motion elicited moans and groans of pleasure and gave her incentive to move even faster. The faster they moved the more enjoyable the feeling became. Feeling herself reaching that point of ecstasy she began to role her body with the end of each role focusing on accepting his extension as deep into her as he would go, until they both gasped and exhaled with a sigh of immense pleasure.

As she lie there on top of him, she kissed his chin and whispered I love you, and he whispered back in an exhausted voice and I love you. She rolled onto the bed lying on her back with one leg lying across his. They both just lied still panting, remembering the passionate love they had just made together. When they finally caught their breaths, Stacie asked what they were supposed to do about the fact that they were all sticky and wet. Without saying a word, Nick just got out of bed and went to the bathroom and began running water in the Jacuzzi size bathtub. He walked over to the bed and kissed Stacie on the cheek and playfully asked her was she tired. She responded with nope, are you? And he also responded nope. He climbed on the bed and sat on top of her pinning her arms to the bed and began to suck at the sticky substance on her chest, paying extra attention to her breast. He slowly licked each tiny nipple until they stood firm on her soft sticky breast. His mouth felt hot as he placed it on her breast and slowly sucked at her. He moved from one to the other sucking and licking, keeping each nipple firm and wet. Then he began to kiss on her neck and her ears. And she made sure to remind him how sensitive his ears were as she tried to get to them. He jumped off of the bed and headed for the bathroom and she followed him.

By this time the tub had filled and the water was turned off. Stacie wrapped her arms around Nick and they held each other closely. They looked each other in the eyes and said I love you at the same time, which caused them to chuckle a bit. Then they began to kiss and each kiss grew more and more passionate as they squeezed each other. Again he bent down and picked her up, this time he climbed into the tub with her.

There was plenty of room for both of them in the tub. He sat down and she sat in his lap facing him. She picked up the soap and said you wash my back I'll wash yours. She started rubbing the soap on his back slowly until a soft lather developed while he held her kissing her on the neck. She moved to his shoulders and washed his neck and his chest. She had completely covered his upper body with soap so he pulled her to him and they rubbed their chests together until her chest was also covered with soap. Then he took the soap and lathered her back and both of them sat there covered in soap. He pulled her to him and they just rubbed each other smoothing out the foam that covered them. He said wow; you remember what happened the last time we were covered in creamy white stuff. And she said yep and began to nibble and kiss on his ears. Then she whispered I also remember you doing this to me and she continued to play with his ears.

The feeling of her warm mouth on his ear caused something deep inside him to be aroused and his body began to tingle. They could both feel him becoming fully aroused underneath the water. She reached down and said hay, what's this. He just looked at her and said you tell me. She just laughed and said why don't you show me why you have it. And he said sure, why not.

Still covered in soap, she slid closer to him and lifted herself enough to allow his aroused extension to penetrate her once again. The slow motion of the water swaying from her movements kept pace with the soft moans of pleasure that could be heard coming from them. He could barely utter the words Oh God I love you Stacie. It also took her considerable effort to get I love you too out. Locked in passion they just moaned and groaned as he slid in and out of her in a smooth but steady pace.

They moved together, the soap making it easy for her to slide up and down his chest. Their bodies moved deliberately, maximizing the sensations that they were experiencing. Oh yes was all that could be heard as they shared each other's heat. They stopped briefly in order to readjust their position. He removed himself from her, and got on his knees while she turned her back to him and got on hers. He slid himself into her once again as they moved around a bit to adjust to this new position. Stacie leaned against the edge of the tub as Nick took hold of her waist, pushing and pulling her to him as he watched himself slide in and out of her soft, tender cove. She twitched and moaned s she concentrated on the feeling that his pulsating extension was creating inside of her. The deeper he went, the deeper the groan. The faster they went, the faster they moaned. So they began to go deeper and faster, deeper and faster. The rhythm of their bodies was kept steady by the soft but swift pounding of her butt to his stomach.

The pace got faster and faster and faster, until Nick could feel himself releasing his gift insider her again, but he didn't stop. She felt herself approaching yet another orgasm, and moaned in response but she didn't stop. The pace slowed but continued. She could feel his hard extension start to leave her and then slowly return. In and out, each motion slow and steady, as if they were taking time to enjoy the sensation from each inch as he slid back and forth in and out of her. They both had the same feeling growing in the pit of their stomach, and their legs were beginning to shake, but they pushed on, moaning and groaning.

The moans got louder and the groans got longer and longer. They began to pant almost in unison. The passion growing between them. Her yes's echoed his. As he pushed faster and faster, the sensation in the pit of their stomachs grew stronger. Their legs grew weaker. They pushed on. It's as if they were both reaching for the same orgasm. They moaned together, groaned together, cried yes together. Yes, yes, yes. With one long hard push, him pushing forward, her pushing backwards as if they were trying to push themselves together permanently, she reached her climax just as he erupted inside of her. They both let out a sigh of utter enjoyment.

He slowly pulled himself out of her and sat back as she sat back in his arms. They just sat there rubbing each other's knees trying to catch their breath. Panting and breathing very heavy, he told her that that was the best experience he had ever had in his life. Breathing just as hard as him, she agreed with his statement. He put his arms around her and buried his face in her neck as she held on to his arms and leaned her head against his.

After they washed, he dried her off and she dried him. Still naked, they wen back to the bed and laughed as they looked at the mixture of clothes that were scattered around the room. They climbed into bed together and cuddled. They noticed the couple on T.V. making love in the shower. They just looked at each other and laughed. Stacie made the comment that the couple on the television didn't have anything on them. Besides the guy wasn't bow-legged and he had no butt.

Stacie laid her head on Nick's chest as he held her close to him. He whispered I love you as she said and I love you. They laid together listening to each other breath and they fell asleep.

When they woke, Nick asked what time is it and Stacie screamed oh my God, it's 2:45 in the morning. They couldn't believe they had slept for almost 3 hours. But after remembering the events of the evening, they understood why they slept so long. At first they started to panic because it was so late. But then they remembered that they were supposed to be at a drive-in and that they probably wouldn't be finished watching the movie until about now anyway. So they calmed themselves and got dressed. Neither one of them was in any hurry to get dressed, but they knew it was a must.

After putting on her shoes, Stacie noticed the bottle of whipped cream on the floor. She picked it up and began to laugh. When Nick asked what was so funny, she just tossed him the bottle and he said oh, and they both laughed together. Just before they walked out the door, they embraced and shared a long, deep, passionate kiss that almost sent them back to the bed and would have had Nick's watch not beeped letting them know that it was 3 O'clock in the morning. So Nick returned the keys to the office and they started the long drive home.

They pulled into Stacie's driveway and shared yet another passionate kiss. Stacie said she wished they could have stayed in the hotel together, forever. Nick agreed. As Stacie was getting out of the car, he noticed the hickie that was on the lower par of her neck. Upon further inspection they found quite a few of them on her chest. She pointed to his neck and told him that he didn't get away without a few of his own. They laughed and kissed once more before she told him to call when he got home, then said goodnight.

That night they fell asleep on the phone together and they both had the same dream about the time they shared and the passionate, bonding love they had made that night. From that night on, they knew that they would always be together, forever and ever.



The Date



Alexis Morgen stared at the woman in the bathroom mirror. Not bad for nearly 50, she thought. Not bad at all. Virtually no facial wrinkles and creamy skin made her look a good bit younger than she was. Her auburn hair was shoulder-length and turned up in a curl. Her startling green eyes looked slightly sad until she smiled. At this realization she pursed her lips into the thin smile an old flame had once described as her "Mona Lisa" smile. Alexis applied a little more lipstick, brushed her hair, and gave one more approving glance into the mirror. Yes, she had to admit that she was a good-looking woman and she hoped that Mr. Bill Stuart would find her attractive in person.

Alexis held the grab bars on the bathroom vanity as she lowered herself into the sleek custom-made wheelchair she used around the house. Assisting each leg with her hands, she lifted her bare feet into the footrests. Alexis took a quick moment to inspect her new, dark-red pedicure, the polish matching that on her long and elegant fingers. Bill had a major foot fetish, she knew, and she had not only described her pretty feet to him, she had actually e-mailed a picture of them after one of her expensive pedicures. Alexis smiled in anticipation of showing her feet off in person tonight, the left one now sporting a silver ring on her second toe. 

The pretty redhead in the mobile chair reflected for a moment on the relationship built exclusively online over a full year. She and Bill would meet tonight in Boca Raton for the first time. He lived in New Orleans and was in town on business. She had only just told him in the last month about her disability, holding her breath as she typed the words. A freak fall down concrete stairs when she was 19 had left her nearly sixty percent paralyzed below the waist. Alexis could stand unassisted and, when she had to, take a few very labored steps unsupported. Otherwise she required one of her wheelchairs or her crutches to get around.

Alexis had been mortified at the prospect of alienating Bill, assuming he would be either furious or disappointed at her deception. Deception? Was it? She wasn't sure. She had never lied about it; she had just never brought it up. Bill had never asked any questions that would require a revelation either. She had just allowed him to assume that when she said, "I went shopping," she meant that she got there upright on two feet like anybody else. However, as their relationship intensified, Alexis realized that she could not hide her handicap any longer and had taken the gamble that Bill would accept it. 

He had accepted it, and without any questions about why she chose to keep it from him. His reaction was the best possible under the circumstances, and Alexis found herself more drawn than ever to her "cyber-man" as a result. But he still had not seen her in person and that would certainly be the acid test. 

Alexis was taken with Bill's pictures. He had been very dark-haired once, but the gray had taken over. The hair was conservative and gave him a certain distinction. He had a nice face and deep-blue eyes. Alexis always focused on Bill's lips. He had told her once that he was teased as a child for his pronounced, thick lips. But she thought they were sensuous-looking in his pictures and found herself hoping to be kissed passionately by them.

Alexis wheeled herself to her closet and picked up the pair of chic sandals purchased specifically for this night. She had selected them to give maximum exposure to her long toes. With just the suggestion of a heel, they were essentially expensive leather thongs, with leather ankle laces to make sure they stayed on. This was particularly important if she used her crutches. Alexis tied the ankle straps securely and backed her chair out of the closet.

On the way to the garage she checked her look in the full-length bedroom mirror. The muted orange dress looked great on her, accenting her ample breasts and revealing what she hoped was sexy cleavage. The dress was calf-length, revealing legs with reasonably good muscle tone. That was exclusively the result of daily workouts on a motorized stationary bike, pumping her weakened limbs aggressively for her. Her tummy was flat and her upper body firm and strong from her other workout equipment. Yes, a damn fine-looking woman, she mused to herself before rolling rapidly through the house. 

As she passed her office she grimaced at the realization of how far behind she was in producing the latest romance novel for her publisher. She was under contract and had been paid a handsome advance for a book to be completed by just sixty days from now. Alexis wasn't going to make the deadline for her next tale, she knew, and she would have to have her agent, Bobby, sweet talk the publisher into an extension.

Alexis had published ten books in hardback, seven of which were now released in paperback as well. A picture of her adorned the back of every one, standing by a pasture fence and stroking the nose of a beautiful black mare. She was wearing denim and boots and her reading public had no idea of the wheelchair that had been just outside of the camera's frame. Bill had promised to never reveal to anyone that Alexis was disabled since she did not wish her reading public to know. She thought of one other thing: "Alexis Morgen" was actually her publishing pseudonym and she had maintained that identity with Bill. He did not know her real name, although it probably made no sense to keep it from him now. She would tell him tonight.

By the kitchen entrance to the garage a pair of black aluminum forearm crutches stood, ready for Alexis' use in moving from the house to her car. She pushed herself up from the chair, slid her arms into cuffs of the crutches, and leaned her weight onto the hand grips. Opening the door and leaving her wheelchair behind, Alexis began to move toward her white Lexus. 

Her walk was deliberate and slow. The weak nerve impulses to her legs created "drop-foot" paralysis, which meant that her toes simply fell toward the ground when she raised each foot. Alexis lifted her legs in an exaggerated manner from the knee to keep her toes from dragging the ground. The result was "floppy feet" and she knew that she looked quite odd as she moved on her crutches. She had been mistaken for a polio victim more than once because of it. She owned short leg braces which controlled the drop-foot and she had used them as a younger woman, but virtually never did anymore. For the last twenty years or so she had been able to utilize a wheelchair in public almost all the time. The Americans with Disabilities Act had mandated wheelchair access to public buildings, and most sidewalks now had curb cuts. In fact, accessibility was so good for wheelchair users these days crutches had been abandoned by most disabled people altogether. Alexis used hers only to move from house to car and back, having a second wheelchair behind the driver's seat of the Lexus. She did make sure the forearms went with her in the car, just in case there was someplace without adequate access for her chair. Still, she had come to dread being seen on them in public.

Alexis stashed the crutches in the back seat. Then, slowly and with concentrated effort, she willed her legs to move her to the car's forward door and into the driver's seat. She started the car and began her 20-minute drive downtown to meet Bill. Alexis was grateful that she did not need hand controls for her car. She drove with one foot on the gas and one on the brake, managing the pedals adequately in this way. 

Soon enough she saw La Vieille Maison, the French restaurant that was a 25-year fixture in Boca, with an intimate and romantic atmosphere. It was an appropriate place for this one-year-later first date. Alexis turned the car into the valet parking area and watched as a fresh-faced young attendant jogged to her. By the time he arrived she had the door open and had pulled herself to a standing position.

"I have a wheelchair in the back seat. Would you pull it out for me?" she asked sweetly. 

The valet looked at her a little uncertainly, then opened the back door to discover her chair. He managed to get it out and open for her. She dropped into it, again assisting her feet onto their supports. Alexis began wheeling toward the restaurant entrance as the valet quickly removed her car to an adjacent lot.

An older gentleman gallantly and proudly held the door for her as she made her entrance. "Thanks," she said to him cheerfully. Once inside she looked around but did not see Bill. She rolled to the hostess desk and asked if a Mr. Stuart had been seated already.

"Yes. He's here," said the blonde hostess. "Follow me." She said this without apparent regard for Alexis' chair and began walking into the dining area rather quickly. Alexis vigorously wheeled ahead to keep up. Then she spotted Bill. Sitting at a secluded corner table he looked out at her as she approached and beamed a seductive smile which told her he was as excited as she. The hostess led Alexis to the table where Bill was now standing. On the table in front of Bill was a single red rose. Alexis caught her breath.

Once there, the blonde removed one of the four chairs and watched while Alexis maneuvered her wheelchair into position across from Bill. She left them hurriedly to greet another couple that had just arrived.

"And we finally meet," said Bill as he handed Alexis the rose. He took her right hand and kissed it deliberately. 

"So...how are you?" Alexis almost sighed. "It's amazing...that we've known each other all this time and are just now getting together in person. I've dreamed of this moment for a very long time." She found herself strangely calm after the utter anxiety that anticipating this meeting had brought.

"I'm fine now." he returned quietly. "The suspense has been killing me. But you are as gorgeous and sexy as your pictures and then some. I'm feeling very fantastic right now."

"Me, too. Are you sure you're not upset or disappointed that I didn't tell you about my being disabled sooner? I was sure that would be the end of our relationship." Alexis heard a slight quiver in her own voice as she said this.

"No. Not at all. Beauty and intelligence transcend everything else in my book. But I am curious about it. When you're comfortable telling me, I want to understand everything about your physical situation." 

"There's something else I need to share with you, Bill. I don't know if you wondered, but 'Alexis Morgen' isn't my real name. It's actually Caren Gastineaux. The funny thing is, I've been called Alexis so long that's the name I actually prefer these days. Only my family and a few old friends ever call me 'Caren' anymore. But I wanted you to know. And, yes of course I'll explain my disability...and anything else you want to know about me, too."

For the next half hour Alexis poured out her life history to Bill, allowing him into the inner sanctum of her emotions regarding her handicap. She talked about her deep-seated insecurity as a younger woman. She shared how she had made peace with herself at the age of 38, upon realizing that she had then been crippled half her life. Bill saw a woman who was now cheerful and confident of her ability to function effectively in spite of her physical limitations. The more he got to know Alexis the more he knew he wanted her.

Dinner went wonderfully in Alexis' view. Bill was a true gentleman, rising for Alexis when she excused herself to the ladies' room. He was also a good listener, focusing on her carefully as she revealed her life to him. She tried to make sure she did the same, and asked Bill questions that would allow him to unlock any inhibitions and share everything with her as well. Yet Alexis felt somehow that Bill was not being as forthcoming as she and she wondered what he might be holding back.

The restaurant was nearly empty two and one-half hours later as they lingered over after-dinner liqueurs. Bill suggested another round of drinks at his hotel, a five-star located just blocks away. Alexis quickly agreed, by now mesmerized by Bill's manners and charm. Bill excused himself to the men's room and discreetly handled the check in the ensuing time, Alexis learned to her delight. She then swiveled her chair and headed for the door with Bill walking behind her. At the valet stand outside they handed their claim checks to the captain and waited for their cars to be fetched. Bill had gently taken Alexis' hand and was squeezing it softly. 

Alexis dreaded having Bill see the awkwardness she would display getting into her car. Her Lexus pulled up first and she fumbled for a tip for the valet. "No," said Bill simply as he pushed a couple of bills into the young man's hand. As if he anticipated Alexis' anxiety he accompanied her to the car and then asked, "Can I help?" This was the question that every disabled person hated for the most part, but Alexis decided this time to take advantage of the offer. 

"You can, in fact." She locked the wheels of her chair and said, "Give me your hands." Bill obliged and Alexis used his strong arms to pull herself up from the chair. She tried to be as smooth and casual as possible but she knew that Bill saw the effort involved.

Alexis stood still and instructed Bill on how to fold her chair and place it behind the driver's seat. As he stowed the chair Bill saw Alexis' black crutches on the seat.

"You amaze me. You didn't mention that you can stand on your own. And I see your crutches in the car...do you use those as well?"

Alexis briefly explained her limited mobility and preference for her wheelchair. Crutches were for emergencies only, she emphasized, leaving little doubt in Bill's mind that she did not like to be seen with them. She then asked Bill for his arm, which she grasped and leaned on heavily as she took the short steps to get in the car. Bill could see how she laboriously lifted each foot high and then slapped it down on the pavement in turn. He helped her into the driver's seat and closed the door. "I'll see you at the hotel in a minute," he said, as he moved toward his own rented BMW, now waiting.

Once at the hotel the two went to the lobby bar and ordered another round of aperitifs. Alexis found herself quite taken with Bill and realized that if he asked her to his room she would most definitely go. After a half hour of talking he found the opportunity to ask.

"Alexis, I know this is our first meeting, but I feel like I've known you for a very long time. It would please me greatly if you would stay with me tonight."

"I'd like that, Bill. And I agree...I feel like we've cheated ourselves by not meeting until tonight. There is nothing that would make me happier right now than to spend the night with you. Are you ready now?"

At that Bill motioned for the check and rose from his seat, reassuring Alexis that he was as attracted to her as she was to him. She rolled herself toward the elevators while Bill signed the bar tab. When he caught up to her he walked at her side and placed his hand on her shoulder. Electricity sparked at that touch for Alexis and she hoped he felt it too. The two got on the elevator, Alexis expertly backing herself in, in order to face the doors. 

The ride to the second floor was brief and two exited to make their way to room 256. To Alexis' amazement she noted that there was a small wheelchair insignia on the door, indicating that the room was "handicapped-accessible." 

"You were assuming a lot," she said to him slyly.

"Wasn't assuming a thing. If you had declined my offer the room would have been fine for me. But, on the chance that you might say 'yes,' I decided to ask for a room that would be appropriate for us both. Alexis realized that Bill had just done one of the most thoughtful things anyone ever had for her. And she adored him for it. "This is quite a guy," she thought to herself.

Once in the room Bill went to the phone and dialed room service. "A bottle of Dom Perignon, iced, please," Alexis heard him say. "And two crystal glasses." He hung up and faced her.

"You are a magnificent woman, Alexis." Bill said this definitively, leaving little doubt in Alexis' mind that he was enthralled with her.

"And you, my dear, are quite the gentleman," she returned, reaching up to stroke his cheek. 

Bill couldn't wait any longer. He needed to kiss Alexis and he did, bending low over her and gently touching her lips with his. She responded with a sigh and he knew that she wanted more. The kisses became more insistent, urgent, and Alexis found her tongue touching Bill's, longing to explore more of him, to taste him more deeply, more intimately. Without warning, Bill reached down and deftly lifted Alexis from the wheelchair and held her tightly in his arms. Her body pressed into his as he moved her to the bed. She found herself lying back on the covers feeling as if she would drown in the ecstasy of the moment.

Then Bill did something Alexis was not expecting. He untied the leather straps of her sandals, and gently removed the shoes. 

He held her feet up by the ankles and made a mock show of examining them. "I have to tell you that I liked the picture you sent me, but it does not do justice to these exceptionally gorgeous feet of yours. The toe ring is a beautiful touch." He looked at her slyly. "May I do more than admire them?" 

"You may. I would love that...I think" Alexis giggled uncertainly. She wanted him...more than she had ever wanted any man, and she sincerely hoped he wanted more of her than just her feet.

Bill began sucking her toes, drawing each in turn sensuously into his mouth. He seemed to savor each individual toe as if it were a delicacy, part of a wonderful sexual repast. As he came to the second toe of her left foot he gently removed the silver ring with his teeth before relishing that particular toe as if it were a delicious desert. Though he was focused only on her feet, Alexis felt as if her whole body was being devoured. She closed her eyes and became lost in his feasting. No one had ever so much as touched her feet before and she was simply amazed at how Bill's tongue on her toes made her entire being sizzle. Every man should have a foot fetish, she thought to herself with amusement.

Suddenly, Bill released her toes from his lips, looked deeply into her eyes and said, "Alexis, I want all of you. Now."

At that moment a knock came at the door and a voice in the hall said, "room service."

"Damn, what timing," chuckled Bill. He took a deep breath and moved toward the door. The Dom rolled into the room in front of a cheerful young bellman who immediately surveyed the situation and slyly grinned at Bill. 

"Your Champagne, sir. I hope everything is to your satisfaction. May I pour it for you?"

"No, thanks." Bill smiled at this and tipped the youth generously, shooing him out the door as quickly as possible.

Once the door was closed Bill returned to the cart and opened the Champagne, pouring two glasses carefully. He took one to Alexis, who by now was sitting up on the bed, finding herself desiring Bill in every way. She momentarily chastised herself for being so anxious, then decided to allow herself the full pleasure of the moment.

"A toast," Bill said simply. "To a night exceeding all expectation."

Bill put his glass down and sat on the bed next to Alexis.

"Now, where were we?" he whispered.

"I'm not sure, but I would have bet that you were just about to take something besides my shoes off," Alexis cooed shamelessly.

"Alexis, I want you, perhaps more than I have wanted any woman. I want to savor you. I want to devour you." He said this with a determination that told Alexis it was genuine.

He could wait no longer. The culmination of the last year of anticipation was upon them. Bill reached around Alexis, then slowly and deliberately pulled the zipper of the orange dress downward. His lips touched hers as he laid her back on the bed and helped her from her clothes. First the dress came off, then, in turn, her matching Victoria's Secret bra and panties. At last Alexis' body was fully exposed. 




The Date



Bill removed his shirt and lay next to Alexis on the bed. She found Bill's body solid and masculine, without flaw. She also saw a very large bulge in his trousers, to her complete and utter delight.

Bill's warm touch sent a shiver down Alexis' spine and she felt the heat growing deep within her. His eyes traced every inch of her flesh. He gently touched her hair and began moving his hand slowly, deliberately down her body. Alexis closed her eyes and allowed the river of passion to wash over her. She could wait no longer to feel his body against hers. She reached for the button on his waistband, unfastening it quickly. Bill was as anxious as she and finished the job for her, unzipping and allowing the trousers to drop to the floor. 

Finally, Alexis removed his briefs, exposing Bill's straining manhood. The two embraced, their bodies burning with desire. Bill kissed her again, this time long and hard, and she felt his hand caressing her breasts. Her nipples were hard with excitement and when he moved his mouth over them she felt as if she were going to explode with pleasure. Alexis could feel Bill's excitement as he pressed himself against her. He moved his hand between her legs and gently urged them to part so that he could find the moist heat waiting for him there. 

Alexis moaned as he touched her. Her mind was focused only on having him inside her, on feeling his rock-hard penis buried deep within her. Bill sensed her urgency but wanted to give Alexis the ultimate pleasure. Alexis felt his tongue moving down her belly leaving a wet trail that caused her to shiver. The fire within her was burning hotter with every inch that he moved down her skin. When she thought she could wait no longer, Bill's tongue found it's mark and began teasing, tasting, and tantalizing. Alexis body surged toward climax as Bill raised himself over her and entered, thrusting rapidly and surely. A volcano erupted within them both as they surrendered to powerful, thrilling orgasms. Bill slowed his penetrations but continued until he was sure Alexis had peaked.

As the waves of passion subsided, he moved beside her and she lay in his arms. Alexis was the first to speak.

"I am so happy right now. I can't even tell you how I feel. It is so good to be with a man who knows how to make love to a woman so wonderfully. You're the kind of guy I write about all the time...I didn't know there were actually any of you out there!" She and Bill both smiled at this. "And, I want to say that I am really happy that you accepted me just the way I am without any hesitation. Many men would have been less enthusiastic about lovemaking to a woman with a disability. Thank you for that."

"You make me feel like a teenager again," Bill quipped to Alexis.

"Judging by your performance tonight, you must have been one hell of a stud-muffin teen-boy," returned Alexis without hesitation." "Did all of your girlfriends get their toes sucked?"

Bill mused, "No...only the ones with cute feet." They both laughed. 

Bill got up and, without a word, retrieved two terrycloth bathrobes from the closet. He helped Alexis into one and donned the other himself. Bill sat on the side of the bed and looked intently at Alexis.

"You are the most exciting woman I have ever met. I couldn't do this...like this...with anyone else. You are very, very special, Alexis. I mean that. Tonight was one of the most amazing nights ever for me, too. And it's not over."

"Well, that's exciting to think about, but right now, I need to relax for a little bit," Alexis playfully returned as she pushed herself to a sitting position and fluffed a pillow behind her. "I do have a question."

"Anything." said Bill.

"Well, it's just that I have the feeling that there's something you're not telling me. It's hard to explain, but you just seem to be holding something back. Maybe I'm crazy, but it feels that way to me, anyway."

Bill paused and gave Alexis an odd look. She realized immediately that her instincts had been right. She waited with nervous anticipation for his reply.

"OK," Bill began hesitantly. "There is something I should tell you. And...it's something that you may not like at all. Something I truly hope won't spoil this perfect night."

"Nothing could. I promise."

"I knew that 'Alexis Morgen' wasn't your real name and I knew that you are Caren Gastineaux before we ever started to correspond online. I pursued you from the beginning because I discovered an article well over a year ago about you."

"What about me?" Alexis asked nervously.

"About the fact that you are an accomplished romance novel writer and that you are disabled. It was your disability that intrigued me initially. So, I joined your online fan club and began our relationship."

Alexis knew he was referring to the one and only thing ever written about her that revealed her handicap. She had been furious when that article was published. "Why would my disability intrigue you?"

There was a long pause and Bill looked very uncomfortable. "Because I am a devotee, Alexis. Do you know what that is?" Bill now displayed tiny beads of perspiration on his forehead. He waited as Alexis digested this new information.

"Yes. I do." Alexis had spent time curiously exploring the myriad websites hosted by men with a sexual attraction to disabled women. They called themselves "devotees," and were seemingly obsessed with women crippled by anything from amputation to spina bifida to polio. 

OK. Well, in fact, I know a little bit about it because I have been kind of fascinated with your, uh, 'community,' myself. Part of me is put off because I don't like the idea that disabled women are some kind of sexual object. Since I'm a writer I have made it a point to read a lot of the stories that have been published about men who want women like me. A lot of them write as if nothing matters to them except the wheelchairs or crutches and braces. And, I have to say, it does make me a little uncertain about how to feel about tonight. Have you been so engaging because you get off on my wheelchair and the fact that I can't walk worth a damn? Or, was what we both experienced more than that?"

"Much more, Alexis. I absolutely swear it. Honestly, if we had just met and done this I might have been caught up in the lust. But we had a year to get to know everything about each other apart from your disability...because you didn't know I knew. And I found myself more and more captured with your intelligence and wit and personality."

"I do have to admit, I find it fascinating that there are men who find women like me...well, sexy. It's just kind of weird for me to think about, but that doesn't mean I don't like it on a certain level."

Bill summoned his courage. "There's one more aspect of my own devotee desires that you should know. And it may actually set your mind at ease a little. I actually find women on crutches especially exciting. Forearm crutches are my favorite, and I was thrilled when I saw yours in the car. But I picked up loud and clear that you don't like to use them and I frankly don't care, because it's you I want. And that's the truth."

Alexis paused. "I hate being seen on my crutches because I think I look like a complete klutz. Some kids in college used to call me 'Flopsy,' behind my back because of the way I move my legs and feet. It still hurts to think about sometimes. But I don't think I'd mind using them around you if you'd find that exciting."

"I would love to see you on those black forearm crutches, Alexis. I can't think of anything more sexy, I can tell you. But, that said...I only want you to do what is comfortable for you." 

"I promise you, my darling, if you go get them from the car for me, I'll use them for the rest of the time we have together. It would be my pleasure, because—you know what? Suddenly I'm not worried what anybody else thinks." Alexis found the anxiety over Bill's revelation falling away and feeling even more attracted to him.

"You mentioned that you have read some stories on the internet. Have you run into any by someone named 'Marty Eagan?" 

"As a matter of fact, yes. And a few from others, too. There's one very talented writer named, 'Ms. Gimply.' But the Marty Eagan stories are all very revealing about the devotee phenomenon. Why do you ask?"

"Because I'm Marty Eagan." Bill said this simply and with some pride, all the while watching Alexis' face for any sign of judgment. There was a long silence between them as Alexis' eyes focused intently on Bill. 

She spoke hesitantly. "Bill...Marty...I have admired your writing. I honestly did feel when I was reading your stories that you were a man who showed not only attraction to disabled women, but respect for them as well. And I appreciated that a lot."

Bill had been sitting on the side of the bed as they talked and he impulsively reached out and stroked Alexis' foot.

Alexis grinned mischievously. "Yes, you are Marty. He makes it pretty clear in his stories that he likes feet a whole lot, too."

"Tis I, Marty Eagan, at your service!" Bill quipped, relieved at her response. He lifted her foot and kissed it gallantly.

Bill lay down next to Alexis again and kissed her gently on the lips.

"Alexis, I hope that tonight is just the first of many wonderful evenings to come. You are the most sexy and amazing woman that I have ever met." 

Alexis sighed deeply and relaxed into his arms, feeling as if she had finally met the knight in shining armor she had refused to believe existed. 

"Oh, Marty--and right now for me you are Marty--please make love to me again. You have written about women you called 'crippled goddesses' in your stories. I want to be your goddess tonight." 

It seemed as if the night had just begun.

Author's note: This story is fanciful in many ways, but somewhat autobiographical for the writer, and the personal relationship between Alexis and Marty is quite real. 



The Date



I was standing on your front porch waiting patiently and was rewarded with your face smiling back at me. It was the kind of smile that glows from your eyes, one that told me you were happy to see me.

It had been a wonderful summer day and the early evening weather was turning out to not disappoint. One of those low humidity slightly cool but not too cold kind of times that make you breathe in deeply and be glad to be alive.

You open the door and slightly exasperated say, "Okay, I'm ready I guess. Where ARE you taking me?"

Where was I taking you indeed? You hadn't stopped asking since I'd called you earlier in the week and asked you on this date. My only clue to you was that you were to dress appropriately for the weather and be comfortable. The not knowing and not being able to plan ahead of time drove you crazy and I giggled to myself at your frustration.

I walked with you to my truck and opened your door for you. It's slightly high, so as gracefully and gentlemanly as I possibly could, I helped you inside. You were dressed in jeans and a long sleeve shirt there was no worry about a skirt or a dress riding up too high which made it easier for me to put my hands on either side of your hips and kind of give you a boost.

The drive to my secret spot was filled with very pleasant conversation. My heart beat a little faster and my smile grew wider when you took my hand in yours as I drove. I would never grow tired of holding your hand, such a small simple thing but still a symbol of your feelings for me.

I carefully and slowly drove down the lane for the park. I easily found a spot to park. It was later in the evening and there weren't many people using the beach, so we at least had some privacy.

Turning the engine off I climbed out of my side and walked around to open your door and helped you out. I walked around to the back of the truck opened the tail gate and pulled out a big blanket.

"Would you carry this for me please?" I ask you, holding the blanket out in your direction.

"Sure, but what are you planning?" You ask me for the millionth time. It was all I could do to keep from giggling out loud. Your quizzical smile doesn't make it any easier for me to contain myself.

I don't answer you but instead reach back to get a medium sized cooler and something cylindrical in shape wrapped in another blanket.

Carrying the two items under my arms I smile at you and say, "Please come with me, and I will reveal my surprise to you."

Without waiting for an answer from you I turn and carefully walk down the gentle slope of the sand dune. I picked a nice smooth sandy spot and put down the items. Together we stretch out the blanket.

Kicking off my shoes I look at you and say, "Hmm, take off your shoes and relax. The sand feels really good on bare feet. Besides I'm pretty sure there is some law somewhere that says it's an affront to nature to be on a beach while wearing shoes."

As usual you are good-natured and willing to go along with me. You take off your shoes and sit down on the edge of the blanket and look out over the water of the lake.

I got right to work and pour us each a glass of wine. As your sipping on your wine I dish out some of my homemade lasagna and a fresh garden salad on two separate plates. When I offer yours to you the look in your eyes is priceless.

"You did all this for me? How sweet." You used your 'aww look a cute puppy' voice when you compliment me and we begin eating, sitting on the sand side by side.

The food was good; my lasagna had turned out perfectly. We finished with fresh strawberry topped cheesecake for dessert. I moved and sat closer to you, and you snuggled into my chest.

"Most dates include a dinner and a show. We've finished the dinner part and now the show is just beginning. Look out over the water and watch, I promise it will be good," I whisper into your ear. You sighed contentedly and snuggled into me even more.

Following your line of sight, I turned my eyes out over the water. We sat together; holding each other as the sun slowly but steadily sinks into the lake like a giant ball of fire. The sky fills with an artist's palette of different hues of reds, purples and oranges. It's a sight I'd never grow tired of seeing.

As the darkness continued to descend upon us I get up and open the cylindrical package I had wrapped in the other blanket. I put the blanket over your shoulders carefully and you look to see that I had four tiki torches hidden inside. I plant one in each corner of the blanket you're sitting on and I light them.

I roll and fold the blanket roughly in half so that the light from the torches now shines on some bare sand. After turning on a small radio to some soft romantic music I move to stand in front of you.

"Will you dance with me?" I asked and held my hand out in front of me for you to take. Without a word you take my hand and stand up.

We move to the bare spot of sand and you wrap your arms around my back, mine go instinctively to your hips and we begin to slowly sway and move in time to the music.

Looking deep into your eyes I see the second sight of the evening I will never forget, the light from the torches reflecting in your eyes as they begin to water and you whisper that you love me while you begin to weep from happiness. 



The Date



The day started off just like any other. A cool sunny morning greeting me on my way to work but somehow, something was different. Ah, yes. The date with Shana this evening. Through a weird series of events, things just clicked and we decided that we should do dinner to chat about things going on in our lives. You know, just a chance to unwind.

We decided to meet up at a local restaurant. I arrived first and got a cozy table in the corner. I was a bit nervous because I had always had these, well, feelings towards you. Little flirtatious stares and comments. Things that had to be stifled in the work place lest someone get their noses bent out of shape. Also, we didn't really want to raise any eyebrows. Loose lips and all that...

I glanced around again and I see you strolling back to the table. You're dressed in jeans and somewhat conservative looking top. As always, the pants seem to accentuate that great ass of yours. The new job must be working wonders since you're fit and trim and looking like a million bucks.

We chatted through dinner, catching up on things but a certain tension filled the air. You could almost taste it. Little glances back and forth. After we settled the bill, you asked me if I'd like to come back to your place and "shoot the shit" for a while. I could find nothing wrong with that question at all! We drove our cars back to your place and settled on the couch. 

We turned on the TV and got comfortable. I edged a little closer to you and put my arm around you while gently massaging your shoulder. You curled up a bit on the sofa and rested your head on my shoulder. We stayed like this for a while just quietly talking and laughing and just, well, relaxing. 

And then, it happened. We sort of turned our heads towards each other. Our eyes met. And then we kissed. First gently, with our lips just touching. Then, more passionately. We came up for air but only briefly. I caressed your cheek with my hand and our lips met again. I drifted down to the nape of your neck and lightly brushed my lips against it. I could feel you gently shudder. Your eyes closed and your breathing got heavy. 

My hand drifted down to your chest. I gently massaged you breast and nipple. You moved your hand between my legs and gently stroked me. I lifted up your top and kissed you between those beautiful tits of yours. Things were getting too hot for the couch so we decided to head into the bedroom.

We stood, embracing each other, and kissing. We began to undress each other. I pulled your top off and unbuttoned your jeans. I helped you pull my shirt off and unbutton my pants. We slid our pants down and there we were, you in your bra and panties and me in my boxer briefs. We embraced again, kissing, and just rocking back and forth gently. I was so hard I could hardly contain myself and I could feel your heart literally pounding against my chest.

I unclasped your bra and slid my briefs down. We embraced again and I cupped your breasts and gently kissed your nipples. I gently settled on my knees, hooked my thumbs under your panties and slid them off of you. While on my knees, I grasped your beautiful ass and pulled you towards me. I kissed your pussy and the area all around it. 

I stood up and got behind you and held you close to me. Then, I reached my hands around you and cupped your breasts while kissing your neck. You rocked back and forth, quietly moaning. You turned slightly and led me to the bed.

We laid down side by side and caressed each other. I rolled you onto your back and spread your legs and inched my way down between them. I began to kiss and lick your pussy and clit. I started slowly and flicked my tongue from side to side and up and down, over and over. You began to moan and I could feel your tense up and relax, tense up and relax. 

I continued to lick that luscious pussy of yours. It's one of the things in life I simply love to do. I could spend hours if not days eating you out. I opened up your pussy a little more and flicked my tongue back and forth even faster.

I could tell you were close but I wanted this to be a special "O" for you. I inched my way back up your body, pausing to kiss your nipples and finally your lips. I rolled onto my back and in one move, pulled you up and on top of me. I slide down slightly so that you could lower your hot pussy onto my face.

I grabbed your ass and pulled you down onto my face and began to eat you out. I flicked my tongue back and forth. I gently spread your lips apart and twirled my tongue in and out of you. Your clit was throbbing and your pussy was getting wetter and wetter. I could sense you were getting close again so I rolled you over onto your back and slid down between your legs again. I began to flick my tongue back and forth much faster. 

Your breathing began to sharpen and you started rocking your hips up and down. Suddenly, you tensed up and began to gently shudder and moan under your breath. I continued to lick and kiss your pussy until you put your hands on my head and pull me up on top of you. I am almost beyond being rock hard at this point and the anticipation is practically killing me. 

I get between your legs and gently push my hard cock into you. You wrap your legs around me and pull me in, deeper. This has to be one of the truly great feelings in the world. I begin to thrust, slowly at first then a little faster. I get up on my knees and put your legs on my shoulders and continue thrusting. You reach down and caress my cock as it slides in and out of you. 

You pull my cock out and reach down and take me into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around a little and then guide me back into you. I begin thrusting again. As you wrap your legs around me, I roll over onto my back. You start to ride me, "cowgirl" style -- one of my favorites. You arch your back and really start to get into it. I continue thrusting while cupping your tits and flicking your nipples with my fingers and tongue.

You reach down and start to caress your pussy while riding me. I feel your pussy tighten up as a little orgasm sweeps over your body. I roll you into your back and start to thrust again. You wrap your legs around me and pull me closer. I feel my orgasm building deep inside me. Finally, I let go as waves of pleasure sweep over me and I shoot hot cum deep into your pussy. Wave after wave crashes around me. I feel your heart pounding and your breathing is heavy and raspy. 

After a few minutes, we cradle each other, while lying side by side. We gently kiss and drift off into happy, satisfied sleep.

And so ends our date.



The Date



His date was wearing a white blouse and a short black skirt. The skirt was not too short, but enough to safely cover the tops of the thigh high stockings she was wearing underneath. The top three buttons of the blouse were open, allowing a glimpse of her cleavage. She was not wearing panties, nor a bra.

With this outfit on, they went out to dinner and sat in a booth side by side. During dinner he caressed the inside of her leg above the thigh high, but only teasing her pussy without really touching it. She tried to touch his crotch, but he wouldn't let her, as he was only teasing her at this point. The waiter tried to sneak a peek at her breasts as he hovered over her as she perused the menu. She accommodated him by leaning forward innocently, allowing him to see down her blouse and see the lovely pink nipples in the flesh. All of this was making her hot and her pussy wet.

When she excused herself to go to the ladies room, she had to scoot along the seat, which caused her dress to rise almost above the thigh highs. This gave the patrons and the waiter a glimpse of her heavenly spot!

After dinner they went to a small club where they sat on high stools at the bar and watched the couples on the dance floor. They watched the looks on their faces as they saw her sitting there with legs slightly parted. Could they see anything, or were they mistaken? He led her to the dance floor as a slow dance started. Her rising undoubtedly gave somewhat of a show to the club patrons.

They danced, closely and romantically. His hands caressed her braless back and moved down to her pantiless rear end, where he massaged her cheeks ever so gently. Their pelvises pressed against each other, rubbing softly. She felt his hardness growing and growing, and he felt the heat from her pussy rising.

A fast dance started and they indulged themselves in its rhythms. They were both starting to perspire and this only accentuated the fact that she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples became quite visible through the white blouse, and she undid another button to help her keep cool. This only made him hotter seeing her looking so sensual.

At the end of the dance they moved back to the bar. As they got there they softly kissed, allowing their tongues to perform a little dance of their own. Her breathing was getting heavier. "Let's go," she said.

They walked out to the car, which was parked in a dark corner of the car park. They kissed, deeply this time, and with more fervour. His hands moved to her breasts and he felt the hardness of her nipples through the blouse. He undid the remaining buttons on her blouse and pulled it from her skirt. The blouse opened, allowing him full access to her firm, delicious tits and succulent nipples. At first he touched them with his fingertips and then rolled the nipples between his finger and thumb. Their kisses were getting hotter and their tongues sensually entwined.

She reached for his crotch, and this time he didn't stop her. She felt his hardness through his pants, and then reached for his zip. She lowered it and reached inside, probing for his cock, which was unencumbered by briefs. He felt the coolness of the night air on his cock head as she pulled it out of his pants. She stroked his hardened cock tenderly.

Still kissing, and still playing with her breasts with one hand, he moved the other hand down to the hem of her skirt. He probed beneath it, moving upwards towards the heavenly playground he knew was waiting for him. He felt her lips and the heat that was emitting from her pussy. She was so wet. He slowly parted her lips and searched for her clit. He had no problem locating it. She was hard and erect like a little penis. He played with her clitoris for a while, and then pushed a finger inside her vagina, curling his finger forward to touch her G spot. Her juices were flowing.

They were leaning against the front side of the car. He reached down with both hands and pulled her skirt up to bare her pussy to the world. Then he lifted her up so that she was almost sitting on the car, which allowed his rock-hard cock access to her hot and wet pussy. She guided his hard and ready member to her opening and felt his foreskin peel back as his cock entered her love tunnel through her luscious lips. They developed a slow but sensuous rhythm, rocking back and forth as his cock drove in and out, in and out.

A few patrons left the club and made their way to their cars. They saw the couple in the dark, but were not quite sure of what they were doing. They continued their love tango, his cock pumping in and out of her wet passage. She felt his cock throb as his orgasm started to build. She was getting close too.

Their pace increased as they raced towards their mutual climaxes. His cock throbbed stronger as his cum started its journey to her pussy. He felt her pussy tighten as her orgasm started, and he thrust his cock all the way into her pussy to the hilt. Their juices mingled as his climax pumped out into your tunnel. She pulled him closer, grasping his hips and pushing her pelvis hard against his to make his cock reach deeper inside her. Her pussy pulsated and gripped his cock as her climax continued. (How he wished that men could make an orgasm last like women do!)

They lay there spent on the hood of the car, his softening penis slowly making its withdrawal from her drenched pussy. They held each other closely, hugging. She then leaned down and took his flaccid cock into her mouth, nurturing the taste of their combined love juices. This made her pussy tingle again.

After a short while, they made their way to the car door. Her blouse was still open, and her skirt still up. Their combined juices were beginning to run down her thighs. They took paper towels and dried her as much as possible and made a cover out of them for the car seat, so as not to soak and stain the seat. Then, with blouse open and dress up around her waist, and with his soft cock still poking out of his fly, they drove home in a blissful state occasionally reaching over to softly touch each other very intimately and talking about their next sexual encounter!



The Date



Ryan winced in pain. He inhaled deeply and glanced at the alarm clock. Its bright red numbers indicated 1:17. He reached for the lamp. Its piercing light hurt his eyes, but allowed Ryan to find the last yellow pill on the bedside table and quickly swallow it. The mere act of swallowing started to relieve his pain and he pulled himself out of bed and moved awkwardly into the living room.

Moonlight flooded through the open window blinds. Ryan moved to the low island, which separated the living room from his sparse kitchen. The bottle of bourbon and the glass beside it beckoned. 

The eerie blue light from the computer screen lit the room. Ryan placed the now, almost empty glass, down beside the keyboard, winced as the sharp, brown liquid burned its way to his stomach, and began to type. His favorite blog appeared on the screen. A recent message caught his eye.

"It's a contest! I want a perfect date," was the title. He opened the message. "If you are a regular reader of this blog you will know me," continued the message. "I am tired of living in an insular world. I want out. I want release through the perfect date, not with someone who wants to give me what I desire, but with someone who shares the same desires. I want this person to be passionate, daringly intimate, and grounded enough to know that this occasion has nothing to do with emotion. This experience is to be about two sensual lovers, deeply connected for the evening. An evening like you would plan if you intended to propose...but, without the proposal of course! Bring a ring and I will kill you! If you think you might be interested, you must reply to this post through my website. The address is at the bottom of this message. Be creative, be honest, and have fun with it! Here are the rules. You must apply within 24 hours. The date must take place within the next 30 days. My choice of the winner is arbitrary and final. I reserve the right to add to this list of rules at any time...because I am a woman and that's just how we are! Hope to hear from you soon. Love, Erica"

Ryan scrolled to the bottom of the message to find a picture of a smiling blue-eyed blond with short curly hair. The photo of her head and shoulders showed her dressed in a simple green blouse and seated in front of a large window framed by sterile, plain blue curtains. Her uncomplicated smile captivated him. Ryan could feel the medication and alcohol beginning to take effect as he clicked on the website, selected the contact button, and began to type. 

Ryan could clearly see, from the parking lot of his motel, the neon restaurant sign on the wall of the mall. He hesitated at the curb, then gathered his courage and pushed on. Anxiety grumbled in his stomach as he approached and then paused at the mall doors. He awkwardly juggled his package. However, before he could grasp the door handle, an intolerant middle aged women yanked open the door and said sarcastically, "...After you of course." Ryan smiled, politely thanked her, and quickly entered the mall. 

The restaurant was only a short distance from the door. The mid-week, late afternoon meeting ensured that the bar area would almost empty. He scanned the dimly lit room and recognized her immediately from her picture. She sat at a table in a private far corner gazing intently at the menu. Ryan approached her slowly and tentatively. She did not seem to notice his approach. "Eeerica?" his voice croaked. She looked up, startled. A wide smile spread across her face. 

"Ryan, I presume. Glad to meet you." Her voice was soft and had a deep southern accent. Her extended hand brushed against his forearm. Ryan blushed. He was now about the same color as his red, sleeveless sports shirt. He awkwardly eased himself up to the table and then sat in silence staring at her hands. The fingers were long and perfectly shaped. Her nails were bright red and the touch of her fingers conveyed surprising warmth as they continued to rest on his forearm. She mesmerized him. He sat in captivated quietness.

Erica broke the stillness. "Are those for me?" she motioned to the three yellow roses that lay on the table. 

"Oh yes...they are for you...I'm sorr..."

She did not let him finish. "They are beautiful! Nobody has given me roses in a very, very long time." She squeezed his arm and smiled. From the first moment she had seen him entering the restaurant Erica had liked him. Under his shy demeanor, she saw the quiet confidence of a man who had met the hardships of life head-on and had become a better person for it. She wanted this date to be memorable for both of them and maybe even; she dared not think of that possibility.

The waitress came and took their order. Somewhere between the draining of the first and second beer Ryan began to relax. Erica sipped her red wine and delicately nibbled at the plate of nachos. Stilted, probing conversation continued. However, just after the waitress served the third round of drinks all tension between the couple evaporated with a single gesture. Ryan reached out and removed, with a gentle flick of his index finger, a dollop of guacamole from the side of Erica's mouth. As he attempted to withdraw his hand, she clutched his finger and drew it to her mouth. 

Their eyes locked. Ryan swam in her blue-green gaze. The rest of the world disappeared. He felt only her tongue, then her warm, moist lips, and then finally her teeth when they gently grated over his nail as she sucked his fingertip. The moment seemed to go on forever. 

Erica slowly withdrew his finger from her mouth. She was encouraged and surprised by the little boy smile, which was spreading across Ryan's face. Suddenly, embarrassment at her impetuous action overcame her. She dropped his hand and reached for her purse. She fumbled with the clasp. "Here, this is for my half of the bill. I...I have to have a pee. Will you excuse me," she said in a frustrated voice.

Ryan's hands quickly covered hers and the purse. "Put that away," he chided quietly. This is my treat. Look, I have to pee too. It's the beer. I just rent it" They both burst out laughing. A simple easiness had developed between them. Ryan pushed back from the table and helped Erica with her chair. "Let's meet at the front door. Would you like to window shop and maybe work up an appetite for dessert?"

"That sounds good...my treat," Erica quickly replied.

They window-shopped through the mall hand in hand. Each stop include a brief hug or kiss. When they had traveled full circle, they realized that they had packages containing a collection of cheese, crackers, fruit, chocolate syrup, and a cold bottle of white wine. Standing in front of the restaurant and looking at their collection of bags, they both began to giggle. "We just can't go back into the bar, reclaim our table, spread out our goodies, and chow down," Erica protested with a laugh.

"No, we couldn't even get away with that," Ryan replied with a smile. "...You know, we could go to my motel room across the street. That is if..."

Erica did not even let him finish. She just pushed him towards the mall exit and quipped, "I bet, you have been planning this all along," Then she continued in a scolding voice. "Just what type of girl do you think I am?" Ryan did not answer. He could only blush as she pushed past him. "Aren't you coming?" she called over her shoulder. Ryan hurried to follow the inviting clock-like motion of her backside as she head towards the exit.

The bedspread laid in picnic style on the motel room floor. Erica leaned back against the pillows propped against the bed and sipped her wine. She purred as Ryan massaged her feet. She bent forward and offered Ryan a strawberry dipped in chocolate. Her fingers lingered on his lips and tilted his head. Then they dropped slowly to carelessly play with the top snap on her white blouse. The fabric gapped to reveal soft white cleavage and her white lacy camisole. Ryan held his breath. It had been so long since he had been with a woman. Erica sensed his anxiety. When she lay back against the pillows, her hand passed over her thigh, unobtrusively drawing the hem of her skirt higher. Then she shifted her legs.

Ryan stared. Before him was a view of the most perfect calves and thighs he had ever seen. Just below the hem of the dress, a hint of white lace peeked out. Ryan froze. The movement of her left foot in his hands and the pressure of her right toes brushing against his thighs as he sat on the floor beside her brought him out of his bemusement. He looked up and saw Erica's wanton smile. His thumbs rubbed the sole of her foot and his lips found her toes. He sucked long and hard, encouraged by the pressure of her other foot against his growing hardness.

His lips traced the outline of her calf. Then his tongue explored the inner crevasses of her knee, and then the sweet expanse of her thigh. Erica's hands guided his head under her skirt to the edge of her panties. Ryan kissed her mound through the lace. He felt her heat and her sweet musk filled his nostrils. Ryan could feel her breathing quicken as his fingers tugged at the elastic of her thong. He gasped when her toes found the bulge in his pants and curled around it.

Ryan balanced astride her feet. Erica's soles delicately cupped his balls. Her knees were bent and Ryan's fingers traced random patterns over her thigh and up and down the creases of her groin. Ryan watched with pleasure the rhythmic rise and fall of her small pert breasts. The nipples were hard and strained against the surrounding pink-brown areoles. A wry smile of pleasure outlined her face. Eyes closed, her head rolled slowly side-to-side, as she leaned against the pile of pillows propped against the headboard. "Oh, Ryan, you make me feel so good," she whispered. Then in a murmur, "Kiss me there again, please." Ryan did not wait for a second invitation. The soft folds of her pussy beckoned. His thumbs rubbed her labia. Her hips quivered as his tongue lightly outlined her cleft and then darted over her clitoris. The movements of his tongue increased. His fingers penetrated and curled against the thick folds at the front of her vagina. Erica's toes curled tightly around Eric's cock and stroked rapidly, matching the beat of his tongue and fingers. 

Erica's hands grasped the back of Ryan's head and pulled him into her. She felt him suck her sensitive rosebud deep into his mouth. Ryan's tongue danced over its hardness. Erica quickly repositioned her feet. Ryan's dick was now between her soles. Erica's legs quivered and shook in response to the movements of Ryan's tongue. She gasped and jerked hard with her feet. Convulsions ripped through her body and she screamed "Oh fuuuuck, yes, yes, yes! Oh yaaaa!" as she felt the splash of Ryan's hot cum against her thighs.

It was Ryan's turn to lean back against the pillows. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensual feel of her nipples on his stomach as she played with his chest hair with her teeth. It felt good. Then the pain of a small cramp in his leg nagged him out of his erotic daze and into reality. He muttered softly and repositioned his body. Erica soothed him with a warm kiss on his cheek and a gentle touch on his thigh. "Does that make it feel better?" she inquired. Without waiting for a reply, she rolled seductively on top of him. She smiled. Her eyes teased. "Perhaps you need a full body massage," she giggled. 

Erica squirmed. She liked the way her breasts felt as she pressed them against Ryan's chest. She ground her mound against his hardening cock. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table. "I'll have to go soon." They had been with each other just of five hours. It was the most memorable time of Erica's life. "A girlfriend is going to call at 11, just to check in and make sure I'm OK...But before I go..." Erica spread her legs, arched her back, and enjoyed the feeling of Ryan's cock slipping through her pussy lips and deep inside her.

They rocked slowly together. Ryan reveled in the hot, glove-like feeling surrounding his cock. He ached his back and bent forward to find Erica's lips. The kiss was long and warm. Their tongues intertwined. Ryan' hands slowly rubbed her back and buttocks. Erica in turn stroked his shoulder and upper chest. She gently nibbled at his lips and contracted her vaginal muscles around his cock. Then she slowly ground down with her hips. The delicious milking movement almost drove Ryan over the edge. Erica repeated the movement several more times. Then they came together: Ryan quivering within her glove-like grasp, Erica moaning softly as she bit Ryan's shoulder.

An irritating electronic tone invaded Ryan's consciousness. The pain in his shoulder grew. As he shook sleep from his head, he realized that he had slumped in his chair, jamming his right elbow between his body and the side of his wheel chair. Painfully he re-adjusted himself. Falling asleep in his wheelchair always produced cramping in his leg stumps. He massaged the stumps and the ache gradually began to disappear. The electronic tone chimed again. Ryan noticed the flashing icon in the lower portion of the screen. He tapped the joystick on his chair and re-positioned himself in front of the computer screen. He grabbed the mouse and clicked on the icon. An email appeared on the screen.

"Thank you so much for the time you took to prepare "a perfect date". It was a very thoughtful response and truly, in tune with how I imagine the night to be. I know the decision I must make will be a very difficult one, I'm not looking forward to that part, but I know I will not regret the choice I make. Thanks again and I hope to continue to read your comments on my blog. As a double arm amputee..." Ryan's heart raced. He did not even bother reading the rest of the e-mail. He forgot all pain and discomfort, clicked on the reply button, and began to frantically type.



The Date



They say that love is a two way street. Well his was a dead end. Jason was 18 and ready to begin the rest of his life. College was just around the corner and with that came a chance to reinvent him self. Forget the past and Mark Logan. 

Jason sighed as he ran his hands through his shoulder length hair. It was only 2 more days until graduation and man was he counting. It hadn't been the best time of his life, High School. Though he had found something most people look for all their lives and never do, Love.

Mark Logan was the dark to his light. Where Jason was blond with startling blue eyes a slim effeminate body and cupid's bow mouth. Mark was broad, black hair falling into green eyes the color of freshly cut grass and a muscular physique. In a word he was perfect.

There's the problem, perfect. Jason knew that being gay was a lot less of an issue than it had been. Yet being gay in high school was like asking to be run over. Yet a guy could dream. And that's just what he was doing when he ran into something solid.

"Oh, sorry about that Jason. You ok man?" A deep voice asked from above him.

Jason looked up and into the eyes of his secret love, Mark. Speechless he could only nod and take the offered hand to get up form the floor.

"I am so sorry I wasn't watching where I was going. Too many things on my mind. I still haven't found a date for the after party." Mark explained

Jason was confused, why is he talking to me? And when did he learn my name. Wait what was that part about the date? He's still talking, listen.

"-wouldn't be so bad except I hate these things and don't want to go alone. Girls tend to get a little crazy around me." Mark made a face of extreme disgust. A look of revelation crossed his face when he glanced at Jason. "You want to be my date?"

Jason just stared back blankly...WHAT?????

"Your pretty quiet. We'll have to work on that."

Jason found his voice. "What??? No. I mean, yes. I'll be your date." Oh man, He was going on a date with Mark. "You want to meet here tomorrow before the party?"

Mark shook his head no. Was he just checking him out? "It's a date. I'll pick you up."

Jason could only nod as he quickly scribbled down his address and cell number in case Mark couldn't find the house. "7 ok?" Mark nodded and gave a smile and wave before he walked away.

Glancing at his watch Jason realized he didn't have much time to get ready. It was only a little over 24 hours before his date and he had to be ready. Grabbing his keys and bag he ran to his car.

Standing before his mirror the next day, Jason was contemplating his naked body. Graduation had gone off with out a hitch. He had accepted his diploma and walked off he platform not tripping once. Mark's name was meet with cheers and whistles, he smiled as he walked across the stage. Jason silently drooled his cock hardening in his pants. The robs thankfully covered that. He reached down to quickly rub his length to relieve a bit of the pressure.

That was his date, Jason thought looking at his once again aching cock. Three times. That's how many he has fisted himself to pleasure today. Looks like he is going to make that four. He watched the mirror image of himself trailing his fingers down his body. He pretended it was for Mark, that he was watching. He brought two fingers to his lips and slowly sucked them into his mouth. Hot, moist, heaven. Words Mark would call his mouth as he sucked and stroked him to completion.

He gripped his dick hard with thoughts of his love. Only for him. He started stroking his pace fast and brought his two now wet fingers to his entrance. Sliding first one then the other inside, he fingered himself to the rhythm of his hand. Gasping and biting back a moan, he sped up his strokes. Pushing his fingers back just a little harder. THERE. Groaning, Jason watched as the mirror in front of him was streaked in white lines. He sucked in gulps of air, fighting for his knees not to buckle.

A buzzing started, growing in volume. Damn. That's the clock. He had about half an hour to get ready. Jason Scrambled to the shower.

Getting into Mark's car, Jason was a bit nervous. Mark smiled as they started for the party. "So what did you do with your day?"

Jason looked away a slight blush on his cheeks. "Nothing."

Mark smiled again. He had a good idea what he did. "So tonight as my date, you have to make sure to keep the vultures away from me. Especially Sandy."

"Wasn't that your girlfriend?"

Mark nodded "Key word, was. I broke up with her and she can't seem to get over it. Just watch out for her." Jason nodded. When mark got out of the car, Jason took the chance to stare at his ass and quickly adjusted him self. Again? Wow. 

Mark opened the door for Jason, who looked shocked. "It's a date Jas. That's what I do. You ok with that?" Jason nodded again. He didn't know if the question was for the nickname or the chivalry, both were ok. Mark took Jason's hand and they walked into the throng of people gathered around the doors to the school. 

The gym was decorated with different pictures of moments through their high school career. There were booths with different games and ticket counters to redeem prizes. They each got a gift bag filled with samples and freebees that Mark had taken to the car. Jason and mark tried all the games and even got involved in a few conversations with past friends. They were just about to head to the refreshment booth when someone jerked Jason away from Mark.

"You fag. You left me for a guy? Not even an attractive one!!" Sandy yelled eyeing Jason.

Jason to his credit was slightly pissed. She had snuck up and ruined what was otherwise a wonderful date.

Mark put his hands up in mock surrender. "Calm down Sandy. Your acting crazy. We aren't together anymore, so I'm free to do as I please."

"We're not together because of HIM." She said pointing at Jason. 

"Me?" Jason questioned

"Don't Sandy." Mark pleaded

"Don't what?" Sandy voiced to Mark and the gathering crowd "Don't say how you always seemed to drift off when we were talking. Or how when we had sex you called out his name."

Someone in the crowd shifted. "Why are you this way Sandy. I told you I had to end it." He walked over and took Jason's hand. "I love Jason and I didn't want to hurt you any longer. Accept it. I don't care who has a problem with it." Someone moved from the crowd.

Ty, Mark's best friend "Man I didn't know you were gay. I'm pissed you didn't tell me, but if your happy. I'm happy." Mark smiled

Sandy walked off pissed that things hadn't worked out as she had planned. 

"Come on Jas we need to talk." Mark led Jason to an out of the way classroom. "About what she said-"

"I love you too."

"What?" Mark was confused

"I love you too, have for a while. Just now that I know how you feel, this makes my first date that much more special."

"You've never been on a date?" Mark questioned. At Jason's negative he moved on "Have you-"

"No. I only wanted you. I got myself off four times today thinking of you" Jason confessed

Mark moved to lean in Jason backing him into the teachers desk "Really. That good huh? Want to find out if the real thing stands up." Mark moved to the button of Jason's jeans. When he nodded, Mark unbuttoned them pulling them and Jason's underwear off and lifted Jason onto the edge of the desk.

Dropping to his knees mark licked a stripe up to the head of Jason's 8 in dick. Tasting the sweetness of his love for the first time he dipped his tongue into the hole trying to get as much as he could. Stroking him a few times he took the length into his mouth. Drawing more and more in until he was deep throating his love.

Jason whimpered and gripped Mark's hair pulling him forward for more. "P...p...please"

Mark complied licking and sucking the swollen flesh in and out of his mouth. He place two fingers into Jason's mouth as he continued his worship. Jason licked as sucked at the fingers as Mark as doing to him. Mark placed his now wet fingers by Jason's entrance. He slowly pressed one then the other inside. Groaning at the feel Mark sent vibrations throughout Jason's body.

Letting out a loud moan Jason opened his eyes to watch Mark touching him. His eyes closed, face relaxed in pleasure. Jason's cock moving in and out of his hot mouth. "Look at me." Jason commanded and was surprised when Mark complied. Mark pressed on the magic spot at that exact moment. When Green eyes met dazzling blue. Moaning loudly Jason shuddered as pulse after pulse erupted from his spent cock and down his love's throat.

Licking the now resting flesh Mark stood from the floor. He slowly licked his swollen lips as he stared at Jason. He was spread out on the desk with only his shirt covering him. His bond hair spread out around him like a halo. His shirt partly ridden up showing a firm stomach leading to sharp hipbones and a trail of blond hair leading to the now sleeping cock. Yes his love was beautiful. He rubbed his aching length through his jeans. Jason beckoned him and they kissed. Jason's tongue dipping inside to pull more of his own taste from the moist cavern. 

Jason moved to the button of Mark's pants. "Not here." He could wait. His love deserved the very best for his first time. 



The Date



At fourteen years of age, I still had never had a girl friend; in fact I had seldom talked to girls. They were mysterious, ethereal creatures beyond my reach. I saw them at school, of course, but I never had the guts to speak to them. They were sort of goddess like, aloof, unreachable, intriguing. Many of my buddies were starting to talk to them and a few even had taken them to the movies! 

I knew that eventually I would have to associate with them, because they were half of the human race. I would fret about my social life until late into the night alone in my room. When I finally analyzed my feelings, I discovered that I wasn't afraid of them. I was afraid of rejection. That is why my stomach would do flip flops when I thought about being close to them. My hormones were dragging me out of boyhood toward manhood, but first, I had to cross the dangerous ocean of puberty.

Of course, I had my favorite girl, you know, the one I would talk to if I were going to talk to one. Her name was Laura Little. She was one of my classmates. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but she was pretty and quiet. Her body was still developing so she didn't have that coke-bottle figure yet. I was going nuts thinking about her. It occurred to me that if I didn't make a move on her soon, some other chump would come zooming in and she'd be gone.

Then one day in math class, I saw her looking at me. She didn't look away when I looked at her. She smiled. At me. I didn't know quite what to do so I smiled back. In the hall after class, she walked over to me.

"Hi Jason, how are you?"

I tripped over my tongue and muttered, "I'm fine, how about you?"

"Are you going to the football game Friday?" she asked.

Well, there it was. It was now or never. I was shaking inside as I said, "Yeah, I'm going. Would you like to go with me?" There! I was committed. I was sure she'd tell me to buzz off. There was no way I could weasel out now without revealing my inner cowardice.

"I'd like that," she replied. "Mom will take us. We'll pick you up at 5:00 o'clock. Okay?"

I worried all the way home. What had I done? My tranquil world now had an invader. Worse, I had invited her! I didn't have a clue as to how to treat a girl. I knew that she already knew everything. I decided to talk to the only girl I trusted.

"Mom, I have a date Friday night," I moaned.

"Well Jason, you're coming out of your bomb shelter huh?" she joked.

"This isn't funny mom. I've never dated a girl before. I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

"I guess that means you want a dating lesson."

"Well yeah, I don't want to scare her. Come to think of it, I don't want to scare me either. What am I going to do?'

"Son, you treat her like a lady. Go very slowly. Don't rush into anything and don't make any sudden moves. Some girls are very shy and you may scare her. Just hold her hand and talk to her. Be honest with her. Ask her about herself and her family. Don't talk too much. By the way, how are you getting there?"

"Her mom's gonna take us. Meeting her scares me too. What if she doesn't like me?"

"You worry too much. Don't think about the negative things. If you believe her mom will like you and you are polite, she will like you. Mom's want their daughters to have fun and date boys."

"Really? I always thought of them as a major barrier to be overcome. But I really like Laura. She's quiet and kind of shy."

She's probably just as nervous as you are. Treat her right and you'll be okay."

"Thanks mom. I still don't have much faith in this, but I'll try it. What if she doesn't like me?"

"Don't be such a worry wart! She likes you or she wouldn't have agreed to go with you. Just go and have a good time."

As Friday approached I developed all sorts of mysterious ailments, but mom wasn't hearing it. She was gonna toss me out of the nest. By Friday afternoon I had resigned myself to my fate. If I backed out now, I'd look like the biggest chicken in the state. After school I took two showers, just to be sure. I spent thirty minutes picking out clothes, something I never did before. At five on the dot, mom kissed me on the cheek and held the door for me.

Laura was sitting in the back seat. I opened the front door. Her mom gave me 'the look' and I clambered into the back with Laura. She scooted over next to me and held my hand. Chills ran up and down my spine. I looked at her, panic-stricken. 

She smiled at me and said, "Hi, Jason, are you ready for the game?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess," I mumbled.

"Jason, I know you are nervous. Well, I am too but we can have a good time if we just relax."

She slumped against me and wrapped her arm around mine. I couldn't believe the electricity it generated and how good it felt. No wonder those other guys walked around with a goofy grin on their faces. They were happy! Who'd a thunk it?

"You kids have a good time," her mom said as we got out of the car. "I'll pick you up around nine."

Laura and I strolled hand in hand into the bleachers. We sat way up high in back of almost everyone. She still had an arm-lock on me but I didn't care. I liked it!

We chatted softly as the games wore on. She was a lot easier to talk to than I thought she would be. As nine o'clock approached, I suddenly didn't want to go home. She helped put my arm around her shoulders. Our eyes locked together and she suddenly kissed me on the lips. It wasn't one of those Hollywood deep soul kisses, but it was just right for me.

"I like you a lot Laura. Would you go to the movies with me next Saturday?"

"Oh, yes! I really like you too. I think mom likes you. I can't wait until Saturday."

We walked arm in arm out to the street just as her mother pulled up. We got in the back seat. Her mom smiled at us.

"Did you have a good time?" she queried.

"I never had a better time in my life!" I blurted.

"Yes mom, we had a great time. Jason wants to take me to the movies next Saturday. That'll be alright, won't it?"

She kissed me again when we got to my house. I floated up the stairs into my bedroom. 

"Well, was it the flop you so dreaded?" mom asked as I got ready for bed.

"Mom, I had the best time of my life. I'm taking her to the movies next Saturday. Will you drive us?"

"No problem son."

The dreaded date was over. I knew there would be many more. My ship had sailed from the harbor of boyhood and I was now on my way to maturity.



The Date



Lynette was looking forward to the date that she and Michael were to go on. They took turns planning their night out and tonight were Michael's turn to plan the night. The details of the night were kept secret and the place their child would stay was agreed upon and tonight she was staying at a long time friend's house for a sleepover.

Lynette was expecting something kinky from Michael as he was always thinking up the freakiest things to do with her. Michael, unbeknownst to Lynette, had taken the day off from his work to set the stage for their date night. He began his day by dropping their daughter off at the camp she was attending while they were at work. After dropping her off at the camp, he proceeded to go shopping to purchase three dozen red roses and candles. Once the roses were purchased and he had returned back to their home, he began to strategically place the items purchased in the locations that would best set the mood. One dozen roses went into Lynette's SUV with a card that stated he loved her and was looking forward to their date, prior to getting home. The second dozen roses were placed into a vase and surrounded by candles. With the last dozen roses he plucked the rose petals off and placed some into their bed and some into the bathtub. Michael knew that their daughter would be picked up by his wife and dropped off at her sleepover location and that everything would be completed prior to Lynette's return. With that in mind, Michael began the meal prep.

The meal that Michael would prepare consisted of steak, shrimp, scallops, mixed veggies, pasta and three bottles of chilled champagne. The steaks, shrimp and scallops would be prepared on the smoker/grill, while the veggies would be steamed and combined with the pasta. Once the food was complete, Michael went upstairs to their bedroom and took a shower, shaved his head, face and pubic area. He then put on Drakkar, which is Lynette's favorite cologne on him, put on his house coat as his clothing of choice and began selecting her clothing for the night. With just over an hour prior to Lynette getting home, he pulled out a blindfold, her clothing for the night, which consisted of a long golden lingerie gown with matching robe and some black cum fuck me pump shoes. As his time was drawing short, he began running her bathwater, ensuring that it was scalding hot to begin with knowing that it would cool to an acceptable level prior to her getting home. With everything, mostly, set he went about putting on the finishing touches to his setup. He set candles around the bath tub, bathroom and bedroom. Candles were setup on the dining table and in the kitchen. Once the candles were in place, he went around, lit the candles and put the stereo on the Watercolors, DirecTV's jazz music channel. After all the candles were lit, he retrieved the blindfold and placed it near the door that Lynette would come through, went to the couch and awaited her arrival.

A few minutes later, Michael heard the garage door open, got up and went to the door and grabbed the blindfold. As Lynette walked through the door, he hugged her, gave her a kiss and told her how much he loved her. She commented that the flowers that he left in her vehicle were beautiful. He told her thank you and that she deserved them and the night she was to experience. He took her items from her and placed them on the shelf. He assisted her in removing her shoes and once they were off, he turned her around and placed the blindfold on her, ensuring her eyes were completely covered. Once he was sure she couldn't see anything, he led her to their bedroom. When they reached the bedroom, he slowly and methodically removed her clothing until she was stripped naked. The clothing was removed in order not to disturb the blindfold and reveal the surprise. 

After her clothes were removed he guided her to the bathtub and assisted her into the warm water and rose petals, which were previously prepped. He then told her to not remove her blindfold and that he would return momentarily. Leaving her, he went downstairs, lit the candles, retrieved one of the three bottles of champagne, opened it, grabbed two glasses and returned to Lynette. As he returned to her, he set the bottle and glasses down, poured them each a glass of champagne and proceeded over to her. Removing her blindfold first and then and handing her one of the two glasses, he proposed a toast to life, friendship, love and a long happy marriage. They drank to the toast and Michael set his glass down.

Michael then grabbed the loufa sponge that Lynette normally used, soaped it up and began washing her body. He began by washing her neck, moved to her back and chest area, then lastly her lower body and legs. After he was finished washing her body, he allowed her to finish her champagne. After swallowing the last of the champagne in her glass, Lynette stated that she was ready to get out of the tub as the water was starting to cool. Michael grabbed the towel that was set aside for her and began to dry her body after she had gotten out of the tub.

Gathering her clothes for the evening, he helped her get dressed. Once she was dressed, Michael escorted her back down stairs, sat her at their dining table and served her dinner. Lynette noticed that Michael had purchased an immense number of candles and that they were all lit, giving off a soft romantic glow. Michael served himself dinner and returned to sit at the table with Lynette. As they ate they held light conversation and basked in each others company.

After dinner, Michael cleaned the dishes from the table and escorted Lynette back to their bedroom with the last bottle of champagne. They sipped champagne and talked some more, just enjoying each other's company. After about 10 minutes of conversation, Michael leaned in and gave Lynette a gentle loving kiss on the lips and told her he loved her. Sitting back he took another sip of champagne. When he had finished his glass of champagne, he placed it on the nightstand beside the bed, removed Lynette's glass from her hand and set it beside his. He then moved himself closer to her and began placing gentle kisses on her forehead, cheeks, neck and lips. As he kissed her, he gently caressed her body through her gown and then slowly slid the gown off her shoulders. As her shoulders became exposed he began kissing them, alternately.

Sliding the gown past her breasts he kissed her chest and caressed her sides with the gown in his hands. Ensuring that he avoided her breasts and nipples and just gently kissing around the outer portion of the breasts and between her breasts. When her gown had reached her hips, he placed her onto her back and slid the gown off her lifted hips. Once the gown was completely removed Michael gazed at the lovely chocolate colored woman that lay naked before him. He admired her breasts, her hips and the smoothly shaven pussy that was his to enjoy.

Gathering his senses and not wanting to lose the moment, Michael began slowly stroking and caressing her entire front, again staying away from her breasts and pussy, not wanting to rush. Her breathing began to get erratic and deep, so he knew that before long she would want more. So, to stave off the request, Michael began kissing her wherever she wasn't being rubbed, but still not breasts or nipples were getting attention. His goal was to get her as hot as possible before he began pleasuring her neglected spots. After he had kissed and caressed her entire body, he started at her head; kissing her forehead, earlobes, neck, shoulders, chest and finally the outer portion of her breasts receiving a low moan from her. While he kissed her left breast, her right was receiving attention from his right hand. Softly it was being kneaded and caressed slowly moving toward her engorged nipple. At the same time his mouth engulfed her left nipple; his right hand reached her right nipple and was being caressed and rolled through his fingers. He kept this up for a couple of minutes and then switched, only his left hand snaked its way down her abdomen to her pussy and began squeezing her lips together causing her to squirm.

While his hand and mouth were busy performing wondrous things to her body, Lynette began rubbing the neglected breast and pulled it up so that she was able to suck her own nipple. This was raising her excitement tremendously and was pushing her towards orgasm. Michael realized this and removed his mouth from her nipple and stopped his squeezing technique on her pussy. He resumed his kissing and caressing trek down her body. This was sending little tremors through Lynette's body and was causing her pussy juice to start running down into her ass crack. As his trek continued down her body, he paused long enough to French kiss her navel and hip bones making Lynette moan even more and louder. At this distance Michael was able to smell the aroma perforating from Lynette's pussy. He knew she was more than ready to finish getting pleased.

So, Michael decided that he would elongate that time and kissed, caressed his way down to her feet. Reaching her feet, he slid his hand back up to her pussy and began squeezing, rubbing and teasing it. In doing so he realized his wife's pussy was way wetter than he had expected. She then asked him to kiss her pussy, so he instead, he rolled her over onto her stomach and began kissing her back. This made Lynette shudder and began for him to suck her pussy or to slide his hard cock into her from behind. He ignored both requests and continued to kiss her back. When his kissing had him at her ass, he spread her cheeks and began licking and kissing her asshole. As she relaxed to this treatment he slid his fingers down to her pussy and began fingering her. Her moaning and begging increased, so he rolled her onto her back and began kissing around and fingering her pussy.

Lynette begged him to suck and lick her clit so she could cum and to stop teasing her, but he continued. Once he was able to easily slip three fingers into her juice flowing cunt, he switched his focus. Slowly he began making love to her clit. Licking and sucking her clit until she was moaning and pulling her nipples. Michael would get her to the brink of orgasm with his tongue and then stop. He kept this up for approximately 15 minutes, then got up, removed his clothing, which allowed Lynette time to come down from the latest brink he had brought her to and then climbed back onto the bed. Once back onto the bed, Michael slid up and inserted the tip of his cock into her and began rubbing her clit with his thumb.

As he got to the point of no return, he pulled out, slid back down and went back to his lovemaking of her clit and pussy. Only this time he took Lynette passed the brink and to a profanity laced, body shuddering, screaming orgasm. While her body was still shuddering, Michael rolled her onto her side, slid his manhood into her and slow fucked her until they both came together. After their mutual orgasm, Michael held Lynette and they basked in the afterglow. When she had calmed down, Lynette rolled over to face Michael, kissed him and then slid down and began licking and sucking his cock, tasting their combined juices, until he was hard again.

After getting him hard again, Lynette pulled out some lubricant from the nightstand and stroked his cock with her lubricated hands. She then told him once he was lubricated to her liking that she wanted him doggy style. Getting herself into position and Michael taking up position behind her, he inserted his cock into her cum drenched pussy and began slowly stroking in and out. After a couple of strokes, Lynette informed him that he wasn't in the correct hole and to lube her ass because she was giving him her ass.

Michael picked the lube up from the bed and did as he was instructed. Ensuring there was plenty of lube around and inside her ass. He continued to lube her ass until she told him to slide his dick in, slowly. Taking it slow and gentle, Michael was balls deep in her ass after only a couple of minutes. He held still once he was balls deep inside her to allow her to get used to the feeling. Once she stated that she was comfortable, Michael began a slow in and out stroke that took his dick all the way out to the tip and then all the way back in till his balls slapped against her pussy.

While her husband was making love to her ass, Lynette reached underneath herself and began rubbing and pinching her clit. Occasionally she would grab Michael's balls or dick. As Michael continued to pump Lynette could feel his dick begin to swell and new he couldn't hold back much longer. As Michael, if on cue, stated that he was going to cum, Lynette lurched forward, spun around and swallowed his cock. She sucked for a couple of minutes until he stated he was cumming and then she pulled off his cock and began pumping it. Michael erupted. His cum hit her on her lips, forehead, cheeks and hair. After cumming, Michael collapsed onto his back, exhausted and spent. He looked up at his wife and her cum covered face and watched as she massaged his cum into her face and neck. As Michael situated himself onto his pillow, Lynette smiled, curled up next to him and they began to drift off to sleep. Before they could get fully to sleep, Lynette stated that it was the best around the world date and would love to try it again.



The Date



Pamela was so excited, she had a date with her lover, James, they had planned a fantasy for the evening and she couldn't wait...

She wore a light periwinkle blue, jersey dress, spaghetti straps, low cut so her nipples were barely covered and a form fit so ever curve was accentuated. It had buttons in the front that came to just below her pubic area.. and remained unattached for the duration of the hemline just below her knees.. She wore only stockings beneath, no underwear or bra and was so excited her nipples were standing out and you could see every detail.. she wondered how it would look if she got wet and smiled...

Her long hair blew in the breeze as she walked toward the small tavern.. she was to pretend she didn't know him and go straight to the bar. She looked shy when she first walked in, she had never entered a bar or tavern alone before. She was a little leery but continued as planned. She didn't see James anywhere as she looked around. 

She slowly made her way to the bar, she had to squeeze in between men to get there, all of them looking at her and smiling, as they tried to brush against her ample breasts as she walked past. Several asked if they could buy her a drink and she accepted just as she was supposed to. She found a stool and sat down as men surrounded her. It made her feel very sexy.. so as she sat on the stool, she let her skirt begin to part revealing more and more with each small movement... until her legs and stockings began to show but not quite able to see her wet swollen pussy beneath.. she was so horny, her breast were swollen, and her nipples still detailed under her top. The buttons were tight and close to popping open.

She ordered a Capt Morgan and Coke. She began to sip it and the sweat from her glass dripped down her chest and onto her top.. the bar tender "accidently" shot a stream of water her way, which made her more excited and obvious because the water soaked her top and now her nipples were so vivid they were almost nude...through the fabric and very inviting. One of the men brushed very close to her and stole a feel, popping one of her buttons off to reveal more of her breasts... she rubbed back which popped another button. The game was on and it felt so good.

She was so hot and horny she had almost forgotten about her lover when he came around the corner, smiling.. She smiled back as he made his way toward her.. having to nudge men and women out of the way to get to her.. 

James looked at her, he was so handsome, his shirt unbuttoned to the waist.. She wanted him so badly. Her pussy was so wet and throbbing... when he finally got to her, she turned in her stool toward him and his cock immediately grew at the sight of her. He moved in closer, parting her legs so her pussy peeked out from beneath her skirt.. the men around them started to cheer for more.. He buried his face in her chest and kissed her skin while unbuttoning more buttons. He rubbed his chest against her... as he kissed her and she rubbed back revealing the swollen breasts and waiting nipples brushing against him and when they parted, all could see.. her dress completely open in the front.. men and women were now gathering around, many had their cocks out masterbating.. women playing with themselves as well.. 

She wanted his cock so badly.. she couldn't hold back any longer, she unzipped his pants and took his hard cock in her hand... She kneeled down and took his cock in her mouth as he gently guided her head, sticking his cock deeper and deeper in her mouth with each stroke.. he wanted her so much.. he'd never seen her so sexy and hot in public before... 

He pulled her up and leaned her back on the stool, she put her arms back and leaned on the bar so her whole body was available for everyone to see.... She moaned as he started sticking his tongue in her pussy, one of the men beside them twisted her nipples then leaned down and took it in his mouth.. another took the other nipple and sucked on it until they stuck out at attention for everyone to play. She was so wet and hungry for cock.. 

Several men were beating their cocks against her bare body and covering her with cum, as James began to suck her clit and fist her pussy.. women and men alike were all horny now and fucking one another.. Pamela was so excited she began to cum and squirted everywhere.. James got so excited he stood up and pumped his cock on her pussy... thrusting deep and hard.. They both came at the same time... smiling at one another.. 

One of the men came up and asked if he could fuck Pamela, she and James looked at one another and both shook their heads yes at the same time... the man's cock was really big and hard as he sat on a chair across from her, he signaled for her to come over and when she got there, he started fingering her pussy, another man came up from behind and lifted her skirt, then he licked her ass.. she turned and carefully sat on the man in the chair's cock... slowly taking it all in her ass... facing outward many were watching, a woman came up and went down on her, Pamela was so excited she squirted again and this sent everyone into a cheer. The man in the chair lifted her legs and rested them on his while a line of men formed to take their turn inside her waiting pussy. 

James watched as she came over and over again.. he took one of the women and thrust his cock in her mouth and fucked her hard.. as he watched. Pamela was watching him too and smiled as the last man had his way with her.. 

She strolled over to James as he was having his cock sucked by yet another woman, Pamela kissed him and he pulled his cock out of the woman's mouth and bent Pamela over the stool, he pumped her while another woman ate her.. and played with James' ass. He couldn't hold on any longer and came with such force, it mixed with her fluids and they both squirted everywhere... 

Things started slowing down some, as people finished fucking and cumming on every surface.. James buttoned what few buttons were left on Pamela's dress and pulled himself together. They had a drink and James got that look on his face.. it was time to go home and play some more.. they were both still excited from their evening out, they made mad passionate love the rest of the nite, then slept in each others arms... content.. 



The Date



Writer's Note: A different one for me. This story is mostly true. I made up some of the conversation and thoughts, but according to an online friend this is the way it happened, which is why I decided to make it First Person from the wife's Point of View. The names have been changed to protect the guilty, even though the only thing they are guilty of is having fun married style. :)

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I came out of our bedroom feeling excitement and anticipation. This was my husband's and my first date since the birth of our child six months ago. Actually it had been eight months since our last date, for we stayed close to home the last two months of my pregnancy. 

I was wearing my LBD - Little Black Dress - that both Ryan and I like. It is low cut even though it doesn't show too much cleavage. The hem ends at my knees, and it's a thin almost formal dress, so it shows off my shape nicely. 

By the look on my husband's face I knew he was thinking that he wanted to stay home so he could pull the dress off of me. I could see his love and passion for me in his expression and in his body language. An online friend said I must be exotic with my almond eyes and very dark skin. I'm not sure about that but I do know my husband thought of me as hot with a capital H.

Little Halle was at my parents' so there would no interruptions. However as tempting as his idea sounded - he is tall and, with his broad shoulders, red wavy mane of hair and lighter red beard, he looked hot in his outfit and, even though his lighter skin looked almost pale next to mine, it looked good on him - I wanted to go out with him. We would have time to give in to our mutual passion after we got back home. As it turned out things didn't work out quite as I envisioned them, but I didn't mind.

He wanted to go in my car, a Mustang, since it was more sporty and looked like it was what a couple out on the town should drive, not to mention it got better gas mileage than his. I didn't mind so we drove to the restaurant in it.

We were seated quickly and ordered quickly. I had a glass of wine before dinner and another two with the meal. We talked about each other, our friends and such. I kept leaning forward as I talked to him so he could see down my dress. I had on a half bra so he got a good shot at my breasts. Twice I noticed he lost his train of thought when I leaned even further.

When the waiter brought our salads, I noticed his eyes going up and down as he looked at me. He smiled as he asked me if we needed anything else. With his head turned only my way, I almost giggled as a picture formed in my mind. It was of him placing Ryan's salad down without looking and the salad ending up in Ryan's lap. 

When the guy left I decided this was a good time to tease Ryan.

"You better be sweet to me, Honey. It looks like I have options."

He grinned and told me, "You better make sure the guy can pay the house mortgage."

I was relieved at that, since Ryan can get jealous at times, but tonight he wasn't feeling threatened. Perhaps he knew me well enough by now to know that I was his alone.

As we talked and chatted through the salad and main course, I continued to lean forward, making sure Ryan could see down my top. Every time I heard the waiter come by I straightened, for my show was only for my husband. Once though the waiter may have seen more than I intended. I was so into the discussion with Ryan that I didn't hear or see him come up when he suddenly asked if there was anything else we needed. I jumped, straightening in my seat faster than I thought possible. He started to apologize, but I had recovered by then and told him it wasn't his fault. I added that he was doing a very good job.

There was a reason he had come by unexpected like that. I was feeling a little giddy because of our night out and the wine I had drunk already, so every time our waiter came by I looked at his eyes and I told him how good a job he was doing, no matter how small the job had been. As I said before I always sat up when he came by, but he was very attentive, checking on us more often than waiters usually do. 

I would glance at Ryan while I was talking to the waiter and he had a small secret smile on his face, like he was trying not to laugh, or because he was thinking that I would get mine later for teasing him like that. It turns out that my second guess was correct; he did get back at me, but I didn't mind. 

Dinner was very nice, not only the food, but being out with Ryan, and being able to tease him like I was. I kept tapping the top of his foot with mine, or rubbing the side of his foot with mine.

I had a warm glow about me, since Ryan was taking my teasing well tonight. He knows what I'm like and he loves me and trusts me not to go too far. All that was very comforting and as I said produced a warm glow in me. This continued with desert, where I had a last glass of wine. I started rubbing the top of his foot with the bottom of mine. I slipped off my shoe and was rubbing him bare footed. As I said I had been doing that all evening, even while talking to the waiter which had made Ryan smile that small smile even more. 

Ryan had been alcohol free the entire meal, so it was obvious that he would have to drive home, which I didn't mind, I could tease him some more on the way. 

We were finally done and he paid the bill, but on the way out I got a hint of what was to come. As we were walking out of the restaurant, I said softly, "Was I bad girl? Do I need punishment?"

He said, "You bet your ass you do," then he swatted my bottom hard. 

He had said that loud enough for people standing around us, to hear him. I felt like I almost blushed because I knew people would be staring at us even though I didn't look. 

One thing I didn't expect though was that the public humiliation was a turn on. I was already aroused being with my husband and watching him as he sat on the other side of the table. I love his beard; sometimes I've even thought about licking it so I could taste it as well as feel it and look at it. He looks so good in it. Added on top of that was the knowledge of what we would be doing later, and now this unusual teasing by my husband added to my arousal.

We got in the car, Ryan put down the top and we drove away, but we didn't end up back home, as I thought we would. Ryan pulled into a parking lot of a store closed for the night. He drove around to the back, then stopped and turned off the engine. We both looked around to make sure we were really alone and we were. We had had sex in the car in semipublic places before - the chance of discovery added to the thrill, and being naughty also added to my enjoyment - so I knew what he had in mind. I thought I knew that is. 

As soon as he stopped I unbuckled my seatbelt and after we looked to make sure we were in the clear I sat there for a moment. I wasn't sure what he wanted exactly. He surprised me be suddenly reaching over and grabbing me, pulling me his way.

I let out a small sound because I hadn't expected that, even though I should have. He pulled me partially over his lap faster than I was able to react, even if I had wanted to. He pushed my head over so I wouldn't hit the steering wheel, but that was the only concession he gave to my comfort. Ryan positioned me so that my elbows were on his door handle and my knees were on the console that was between us. Actually I had to help him position me just right, which kinda ruined the event, but we both ignored that. He ended up using his left arm to help keep my body up.

This all happened so fast that he was pulling up my skirt before I knew it. I had worn a thong that evening and so all he had to do was raise one hand and bring it down hard on my butt cheek. I didn't see him move his arm, so I was still thinking that he was going to play with my vagina when his hand landed. 

It stung enough so that I let out a yelp. As I said I should have expected it for I liked being spanked at times, but for some reason this was a surprise.

He hit my other cheek, and I yelped again. 

He said, "You were naughty tonight - flirting with that waiter in front of me."

He slapped my butt again. He had to reach further than usual when I was over his knee, but his swats were still hard enough to sting.

As I said he has broad shoulders and arms like a weight lifter. He uses his arms a lot on his job and doing things around the house, which meant I was in for a long spanking, even if he had to reach. 

Sometimes he would pull his hand up and leave it there for a moment causing me to flinch in anticipation of a blow that didn't come. Then he would bring his hand down hard enough to elicit a cry from me. He would spank one cheek for a while then switch to the other for the same amount of blows, while other times he would alternate blows going from one cheek to another then back to the first. He did it long enough so that each new swat hurt more than the last one. And his style kept me from knowing when to expect the next slap. Every time I thought I had his rhythm he changed it, so I never knew when the swat would land, or on which cheek. 

His hands are large to go with his body, which meant that each slap covered most of one cheek. That meant the whole surface area stung each time his hand landed.

Toward the end I couldn't help myself; each slap on my butt hurt, and I cried out involuntarily. Of course I usually didn't try to keep silent for he liked hearing me yelp. It let him know that he was doing it right. But that night I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to. I sarted making my special mewling sound: a kinda of grunt I let out when he slaps my butt. It's something like a pain sound, but its also a pleasure sound at the same time.

The pain started to move done my cheeks, as the force of each blow was transmitted to that special area between my legs. If he slapped me hard enough, I could feel it inside that part of my body and sometimes the force would drive my clit into his leg.

I like it when he was in charge using his strength to hold me in the position he wanted me in; tonght as usual despite, or because of the pain, the spanking was arousing me even more. I made that mewling sound even louder.

Finally after one last harder-than-before blow on each cheek he stopped. Because of the pattern of his rhythm, I wasn't sure if he was done so I just laid there. My butt was smarting even with no more hits.

He said, "I think your ass is red enough for now."

I couldn't look at it because of the position I was in, but I knew from past spankings that my bottom must be glowing red and with my darker skin that wasn't easy. 

He let me lay there for a minute not knowing what was next, when he suddenly reached between my legs and under the strap from the thong. Two fingers forced their way into my vagina. I was very aroused so, instead of hurting, my body welcomed the intrusion. He wiggled his fingers and made scrubbing motions against the walls eliciting groans of pleasure from me.

"That is what I like to hear after a well-deserved spanking," he said.

With my help he pulled the top of my dress down and cupped my breasts. That felt good even when he squeezed hard. I could feel that he was very hard where my side was laying on his lap and I knew he was as ready as I was, but we couldn't do anything in this position. Finally he helped me up and pointed to the back seat. I nodded and after he gave each breast a quick suck, I somehow squirmed in-between the bucket seats and into the back. My hand had been on his lap for a second whiel he was helping me up and I felt his hardness jump, when he looked my breasts over. He opened his door and hurried around the car to my side. He opened my door and flipped the seat up.

I gasped with pleasure, as I saw that somewhere along the way he had pulled his pants down. I saw his hard maleness sticking out aimed at me. I had a flash of wanting to taste it and feel it in my mouth, but we were both beyond that. I hurriedly pulled my thong down and off, then spread my legs the best I could in the tight back seat. 

He squeezed through the narrow gap between the seat and the door, so fast I thought he might rip his clothes or leave some skin behind. Right now nothing was going to get in his way and that was just the way I wanted it.

I knew that one reason for his intense passion was that he enjoyed spanking me it aroused him and tonight he had been able to look at my butt while spanking me. I have no doubt that some of the pauses were caused by him staring at my butt. He loves that part of my body and, even though the light was low, he knew it well enough to fill in anything he couldn't see. 

He managed to get on top of me and a second later jammed his very hard cock into me. As aroused as I was that was just what I needed, and my cry of pleasure let him know that. 

As strong, and as tough as he is, he's really very gentle with me, taking his time and making sure I'm aroused before entering me, but that night we were both aroused to our animal passions. He knew I wanted it as much as he did and that I was as ready as he was. 

Because of the narrow confines of the back seat of the Mustang he couldn't keep up the hard thrusting that we both wanted, but it still felt sooo goood. 

I think the back of one of his legs kept hitting the side of the car, but he was so aroused he didn't care. My butt was on fire, still smarting over the spanking, and his thrusts kept pushing it into the seat causing even more pain, but the pleasure he was producing in me overrode the pain. That isn't right; I still felt both pleasure and pain and my pleasure actually caused the pain to add to my enjoyment. Both joined together to become something where I couldn't tell one from the other. 

I tried bucking against him to get him even deeper, but my upward thrusts were hindered by the confining space. He made up for it by pressing in deeper. I cried out in my pleasure as he joined me with his manly grunts. 

I had already had one orgasm soon after he entered me and I was headed for another larger one. I could tell it was going to be good; I was already past the level of that first orgasm. 

I grabbed his butt to pull him deeper. He usually didn't like me playing with his butt; however that night he didn't mind as my fingers dug into his crack forcing him deeper and harder into me. 

He was continually grunting so I knew he was close; now if his climax would hold off just a few more seconds. It didn't; he started jamming it in and lifting his head. I know his elbow hit the door, but he didn't feel it. And I was glad we had lowered the top because he would have hit it with his head.

He screamed his deep manly grunt-scream and I could feel something wet enter me as he started shooting his cum into me. His scream and the deeper thrusts set me off as I let loose a higher pitched scream. For a second we screamed together as he finished and I started. He kept jamming it in as my orgasm continued. It wasn't until I relaxed that he stopped. We both lay there panting for quite a few seconds enjoying the afterglow and each other's body.

Finally he said that we needed to get going before someone comes. The police do sometimes patrol behind stores.

He got up and out of the car, where he pulled up his pants. I pulled down my skirt, pulled up the top, and scrambled out too. I found my thong and for a second debated putting it on or leaving it off. I decided to put it on. Even a thong would catch some of the drips if his cum leaked out of me. 

We drove home. Once inside I made a beeline to the bathroom for I had to pee badly. Ryan also relieved himself. After we were both done we went into our bedroom where we started over again. We made love twice more before falling asleep. Those two times were easy and gentle and we expressed our love for each other. Of course the time in the car was Ryan expressing his love to me too, for he knows how much I love a good spanking and having sex in "dangerous" places.

The next morning we went to my parents' house, where we picked up Halle. It was a pleasure being out on a date with Ryan like that, especially with what we did, but I missed her. We talked to my parents some about the evening but we left out what happened in the car and at home. Of course knowing them they probably guessed some of what we did.

We finally went home.

The end 

End Note: in case any one is curious what was real, the LBD is real, the dinner and teasing, playing footsy and what happened while parked all were real.



The Date



Hmmm, ok, I have never let strangers read my stuff, so please be kind! 



My insides are a huge knot of nerves as I wait for him to turn up, the glass of wine I had to relax me has turned into half a bottle. It's cold out here, talking to him, waiting for him to drive past and park up, my nipples have reacted, getting hard under my top, I wonder if he will notice, if I will want him to notice. I nearly tell him they are hard as we talk on the phone, decide against it. 

I see headlights and know they are his, multiple emotions go through me, fear, lust, nerves, it's too late to back out now, he's walking towards me, in a heartbeat I've checked him out, cuter than his pictures, I can't stop my eyes going down to his cock, but he doesn't see, my pussy tightens a tiny bit, as I realise that I want him to see me looking.

Small talk, fetching of drinks, the offer of skinning up, then we are kissing, I don't know how he grabbed my hand, spun me around and locked his lips on mine so quickly but I'm lost in the moment, I vaguely feel hands on my ass, then on my neck, I'm aware of how big they are, how he could wrap them around my throat, then another thought invades my mind, I wonder if he really is wearing a cock ring, if it will make him too big for me to take.

I'm totally lost in sensation as he bends and kisses my neck, sharp little bites with soft licks and kisses, pulling my head back by my hair, I know I'm wet and I know that it's not going to be long before he sees that I'm wearing the fishnet holdups I promised him.

He turns me around pushing me down onto the sofa and kneeling before me in one fluid movement, still kissing me hard and deep, he pulls my top up, pushing my tits together and moaning softly as he breaks the kiss to kiss my breasts, my nipples ache for him to touch them, I sit up kissing him deeper.

I don't know how it happens, but I'm sitting on the end of my bed, watching him walk to me, I smile at myself as I realise i have just checked his cock out again. More kissing, getting more and more frantic as he pulls my top over my head, I kiss his shoulder and neck as he undoes my black lacey bra and pushes me back onto the bed.

I half watch as he takes his clothes off, torn between needing to see his cock and slow my breathing down. I open my eyes as he kneels beside me on the bed, hands and mouth going to my nipples, teeth pulling them, making them hard in his mouth, causing me slight pain with the pleasure. 

I still haven't touched his cock and I'm aching to, but everytime I try he's just out of my reach, I vaguely wonder if this is intentional, but the thought gets pushed aside as I realise I'm laying in front of this gorgeous guy in just my hold-ups, I wonder if I look as hot as I feel, or if I just look like a dirty slut. I try to focus as he kisses lower, I hold my breath as reaches my pussy and stops, "oh fuck, I've been dreaming about this" , hearing him say this pushes me further into the moment, I've never wanted to cum for someone so badly. I push my hands into his hair as he starts to lick me, needing to feel his tongue on my clit, I don't have to wait long, his tongue pushes my pussy apart as he finds my clit, I can't hold my tongue any longer and moan as he pushes fingers inside me, I don't think I can get any wetter. I lose track of how many times he makes me cum with his tongue and fingers, I don't even know how many fingers hes fucking my pussy with, all I know is that its deep and hard and he is showing no mercy as he teases my g-spot and clit.

He's kneeling between my legs, rubbing his cock up and down my wet lips, slapping his hard cock on my clit and I can't wait to feel him inside me, he's teasing me tho, I think he wants me to beg, but I can't, not yet. 

Then he's kissing me and pushing his cock into me all at once, I'm so close to cumming again, I clench my pussy tight around his cock as we get used to the feeling of him finally being inside me, it's not long till we are moving together, picking up on each others rhythm. In one movement he has me on my hands and knees, my ass and pussy totally exposed to him, I wait to feel his thick cock push into me, but I feel his breath instead, then his hands on my ass cheeks, pulling them apart to give his tongue more access. Im cumming again before I can stop myself, pushing my ass back onto his mouth and my face into the pillow. Sharp slaps to my ass cheeks bring me around, fingers rubbing up and down, I wonder how much more I can take, but he doesn't seem to care as he pushes his cock into me again, making me cry out loud, I want to scream his name, but I stop myself, just asking him to do it harder, the reponse makes my muscles clench around his cock, he grabs my hair, pulling my head up and to the side, so he can kiss me as he slams into me, I'm really getting off on him being in control, as I cum again, I can't help but think how much fun we are gonna have together...



The Date



(Writer's note: The people and events of this story are based on a real situation; the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.)

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"Ok, got to run," Justine called out to her husband Tom as she headed to the door, while putting the finishing touches on her appearance, "I have to pick up Rachel and get to the dinner soon!"

Tom walked up and leaned into Justine, giving her a hug and kiss.

"Have a good time, but watch out for those randy company men. You know how they get when they've had a few too many!"

Justine just threw back her head and laughed, "Ya, like that's going to happen! Besides, most of them are either too young or ancient for me." She winked as she closed the door and headed to her car.

Tonight was a company dinner. One Justine didn't really want to attend, but felt it was required. Her husband had no wish to attend and, besides, had some work to finish up at home, while also keeping an eye on their three children.

Justine was 37 years old. A tall woman of 5'9" with a pretty, if not gorgeous, face; shoulder length medium brown hair, blue eyes and a scattering of freckles over the bridge of her nose. Although she was once commented on by a colleague of her husband's as looking like a statuesque model, she was no longer quite so thin since baring three children. Not fat, flabby or even chubby, Justine was, nonetheless, curvy with large 38d breasts accentuated by her pronounced hips and long legs; much like the popular look of a 1950s movie starlet. 

Tonight, Justine dressed up for the first time in months. Unlike her usual typical mother and wife every day wear; Justine was now dressed to the nines in her formfitting sleeveless black evening gown that fully exposed her arms, shoulders and neck; its hem dangled a some distance above her knees then she'd usually be comfortable wearing in public. Along with this, she wore thigh high stockings, matching black panties and push up bra -- which both helped her breasts to fit more attractively in her dress but also made them much more noticeable than normal- pumps, pearls around her smooth neck and a little black handbag. Her hair nicely styled and her favorite ruby red lipstick just heightened her appearance; as did her elegant ear rings, not quite hoop sized but large enough to really notice. She was dressed to kill and she knew it. 

Justine began her journey to pick up her coworker Rachel. The two had worked well together for the last couple of years and each had now found themselves in a similar predicament; no date for the dinner, as Rachel's husband was out of town for a few days and, obviously, unable to attend. Justine had once joked to her family that Rachel was going to be her date for that night, garnering a somewhat shocked and puzzled response from her 11 year old who only understood the word 'date' in a more romantic, albeit innocently thought of, definition. Justine had just laughed that off and put to rest any such silly notions; now here she still using that loaded term 'date' as she traveled like some suitor fetching his lady.

Justine arrived at Rachel's and honked her horn, eliciting a quick reaction by her friend who almost skipped her way down from her house to the car. Justine watched her coworker and smiled; Rachel had always been a bit of a silly waif, but on this occasion her appearance was anything but silly. Normally dressed quite modestly and professionally, tonight Rachel dressed more provocatively than usual. For this evening's night out, Rachel wore a red miniskirt, a white blouse whose top two buttons had been undone and higher heels than she was accustomed to wearing. Pink, shiny lip gloss covered her fulsome lips, while large, stylish hoop ear rings would only help further draw any man's attention to her. Underneath she was attired in only a thong and a rather sheer little, low cut camisole but nothing more; Rachel looked gorgeous. 

Compared with the curvaceous and buxom Justine, Rachel was a smaller woman and, at 28, she was also younger and, indeed, looked younger than that too with what could be termed a cute, teenage schoolgirl or cheerleader's face. Her body had very slender, almost petite build to go with her 5'6" frame. As would be expected with a slight build, her breasts were smaller than Justine's at 32b but, due to her younger age, also noticeably perkier. Likewise her hips were less obvious than Justine's, but her legs were almost as long and, with her very short skirt, appeared all the longer tonight. Her light brown, almost blond, hair was much longer than Justine's too, well past her shoulders; while her eyes were similarly blue but, unlike Justine, Rachel had no freckles over her nose. 

"Hey Justine, how are you? Thanks for picking me up!" 

Rachel almost squealed and hugged Justine as she hopped in, her skirt barely covering her hips as she shifted on the larger car's seat. Justine just laughed and hugged her friend back, while still noticing how short Rachel's skirt was and how little it was now covering.

"Hi Rachel, you're so welcome! You look terrific tonight, but you might want to fix your skirt!" Justine giggled as Rachel blushed and straightened out her tiny skirt. 

"Oh, thanks. You know you look amazing. I have never seen you all done up like this before!" Rachel finally responded to Justine's pleasant comments on her appearance.

Now it was Justine's turn to blush. "Gosh, Rachel, you are a tease! I am sure I am still the dowdy old matron you've known these last two years!" Justine glanced over at her coworker, still dazzled by Rachel's outfit and who was in it. It wasn't often Justine found another woman that interesting or attractive, but tonight she noticed her younger companion.

"So already for the big date?," Justine quipped, as she started the car towards the restaurant.

"Oh ya, I'm sure we're gonna have a great time." Rachel offered sarcastically, rolling her eyes, "but I did hear there might be some dancing, which is about all that will be fun to do while we're there; other than the drinks!"

"Well, I don't think I'll be doing much drinking, since I am our 'designated driver'" the last two words Justine exclaimed officiously, "and as for dancing, I haven't cut a rug since I was in my twenties; so I think I'll pass on that too!"

"Oh no, darling, you're going to get down tonight. You are my date, so you have to save the last dance for me. But watch your hands, just because I look easy doesn't mean I'm that kind of girl. Unless I drink a lot, then maybe I'll let you cop a feel or get in my pants!" Rachel winked, while Justine nearly choked in response to the shocking words; at which the two women once again laughed, just as the car arrived at the restaurant.

As Justine climbed out of her vehicle, Rachel glanced over to see her friend's hem rise up her thigh. Rachel felt a curious tingling sensation at the sight of Justine's well sculpted leg, but quickly shook it off as she joined her fellow coworker in the restaurant.

The evening was about what they expected; generally dull and filled with increasingly drunk, mostly balding middle aged managers asking for a dance with a hope of feeling up the prettier women; married women were no exception in their licentious quest. Yet, Justine refused every advance, both out of disgust at the men making passes and out of a feeling of inadequacy at her own dance skill. Rachel was less than inhibited and spent as much time as she could on the dance floor with as many men as wished to be with her. Rachel's frequent dancing was only equaled by the frequency of her alcohol consumption. When she wasn't chatting with Rachel as they ate and drank, Justine would merely watch her friend gyrate on the floor in an ever increasingly lewd manner; going so far as allow her skirt to ride high up her hips and her blouse became unbuttoned well down her chest and pulled free from her skirt, so as to hang wildly around her midriff; intermittently exposing her belly and the small of her back to those around her. 

Justine's eyes became more transfixed on Rachel's body as the night wore on. A growing warmth soon emerged, with an almost electric sensation running through her body; notably between her hips. It was a feeling she had never felt while observing another woman, but one she was familiar with from times of heightened arousal when she was with her husband or boyfriends when she was younger. Sipping intently on her beverage, Justine found herself turned and facing her friend with her eyes becoming like saucers at what she saw; Rachel soon noticed her friend's reaction and how Justine's dress had become more gathered up around her upper thighs near her hips, which Justine was undoubtedly oblivious to at this moment. In time, Rachel made sure to dance closer to her friend. Jutting back and shaking her ass nearer to Justine's face; sometimes leaning over in Justine's direction, allowing her now very loose blouse and camisole to lay more open, until Justine had little left to her imagination about what was underneath. In response, Justine's nipples perked up and hardened into firm, rubber bullets of flesh pressing and stretching the fabric of her bra and dress until anyone with eyes could see small bulges protruding. Rachel smiled to herself and began to think of a plan to play a little, harmless joke on her older friend.

As the evening progressed and it was becoming apparent that the dinner was nearing its end, Rachel walked over to Justine and stretched out her hand. 

"Alright, girl, a promise is a promise"

Justine looked dumbfounded, "What do you mean?"

"I said you had to give me the last dance and here I am, so be a good date and dance with me!" Rachel giggled and brushed back a lock of her long hair.

"Well, I don't know, it's been so long and . . . well . . .you're not exactly my typical dance partner," Justine looked down a bit and blushed.

"Oh, you mean I don't have a penis?" Rachel guffawed at her inappropriate comment, now fueled by large doses of various liquors.

Justine blushed a deep crimson, but then joined her friend in the joke; laughing nervously.

"Well, I guess one little dance won't hurt. Just remember I am out of practice" and with that Justine took Rachel's hand and approached the dance floor. As they took their place, a song request Rachel had made just before asking Justine to dance began, started blaring from the speakers. 

As the two married women began to gyrate, with Justine in a more hesitant and awkward style, it soon became clear to the older girl what was playing over the loud speakers when she heard the refrain, "I kissed a girl and I liked it . . ." She gasped and shouted to her friend, "This song? You've got to be kidding me!"

Rachel just laughed and placed her hands on Justine's hips, dancing closer to her as the beat pulsated through their bodies. Justine wasn't sure what to think. She was feeling a bit light headed and definitely more aroused than she thought possible. The electric feeling that she felt earlier was becoming more intense and she could feel that her panties had acquired a certain dampness to them. Her hands soon mimicked Rachel's hold on her partner's hips, feeling a bit of her skin where her blouse met the top of her skirt. The two women swiveled their hips in time with the music, but also more in time with one another. Rhythmically bumping and grinding ever closer together, until their breasts briefly brushed against each other. When the song ended, Justine and Rachel looked deeply into each others' eyes before a drunken lout knocked into them breaking their trance and making them head for the exit.

"Well that was more fun than I expected!" Justine nervously tried small talk, her voice a little strained and higher pitched than normal.

"Yes, yes it was," Rachel opined as she stared vacantly out the car window.

Justine fretfully searched through her hand bag, trying to find her car key, whereupon Rachel collected herself , smiled and almost purred,

"You know, since you are my date, you really should at least give me a little kiss goodnight," she giggled in a soft, girlish way, "like I said before, I'm not easy . . . unless I've had too much to drink." She winked and smiled as her fingers gently ran up and down the inside of Justine's leg, getting nearer to her gown's hemline until finally Rachel leaned into Justine with her lips puckered. 

"Just a little one, honey" Rachel grinned as she got closer to Justine's astonished face; lips again puckering; her fingers gently caressing Justine's inner thigh right at her hem.

"Um, well . . . I don't know Rachel, this is a little weird but. . . maybe just one wouldn't hurt," Justine smiled anxiously, but her insides were filled with conflicting emotions, while at the same time her panties became even damper.

Rachel smiled mischievously, "well, after all, you are supposed to be my date you know and I kind of like to end my dates with a goodnight kiss." At that, Rachel kissed Justine. Softly and tentatively at first, but with more force and openness of her lips soon after, all the while Rachel's hand glided gently up Justine's thigh; pushing her gown's hem up to her hips and exposing the tops of her thigh high stockings. A musty scent began to emanate from between Justine's thighs as she slowly rotated her hips to the soft, ticklish caressing of Rachel's' fingers.

"Oh, I don't know about this . . . I've . . . I've never done this before," Justine broke free from Rachel's lips and started pushing down her hem, trying to straighten out her dress. "I'm not sure we should do this . . . " Yet her words trailed off indicating uncertainty about this moral decision; should she excuse herself and just drive them to their respective homes or should she explore these new feelings and see where they take her; like some sort of social experiment (or so she tried to convince herself).

Rachel brushed back Justine's hair, smiling as she tried to reassure her friend.

"Hey, I know what you mean, I have never done this before either, but I figured a little experimentation wouldn't hurt and, like I said, you've been such a good date and how better to end it together than with a little kiss and cuddle?"

Justine gave out barely a grin, and a timid grin at that, before assenting. "You're right, I am being silly! I mean what's a kiss and cuddle with a good friend?"

With that, Justine leaned into Rachel and the two mature girls kissed with greater force and passion, Rachel's hand again sliding up the partially opened legs of Justine to feel her inner thigh; creeping ever closer to her damp panties. Justine more tentatively caressed and rubbed Rachel's back, arms, face and stroked back her hair. Her body felt a tightening as Rachel's fingers teasingly stroked her panties, feeling the wetness that had accumulated.

"I think you may need to change these," Rachel giggled and kissed Justine, who giggled and kissed her back.

At that moment the two women heard the sounds of footsteps and quickly broke their salacious embrace, whereupon Justine frantically started the car and began to drive off; her gown still pushed up enough for Rachel to see the bottom of her panties.

As they drove, Rachel felt an overwhelming desire for more. Her thong was becoming as wet as Justine's black panties and her nipples had become rock hard little pebbles that stretched the fabric of her camisole; poking eagerly through her barely present blouse until even Justine could see them protruding when she looked over out of the corner of her eyes.

Rachel's legs opened and closed lustfully as she played with her hair, always looking at Justine's buxom chest and long, luscious legs. 

"Hey Justine, would you mind pulling over into that little parking lot over there by the water?" Rachel asked sweetly, trying not to spook her already anxious older friend.

Justine, although fearful of what she was getting into, nevertheless almost robotically willingly obliged, pulling into the most discreet location that was there. Not a soul around, just the beauty of the scenario- both outside . . . and inside.

"I think we need to finish off our date properly, after that rude interruption," Rachel whispered as she again leaned into Justine, her hand almost floating over Justine's midriff and chest, "just another little kiss to seal the deal and complete our night." Rachel grinned as her mouth lightly pressed onto Justine's; her hand first caressing Justine's face and stroking her hair, then gliding down over her bare neck and teasingly, sensually over Justine's larger breasts.

Justine gasped a little, she was still unsure. Neither woman had been with another girl before, but somehow Justine was more straight laced and prudish than her younger companion. Still, Rachel's touch and soft lips, with the sweet candied flavor of her lip gloss, only enticed Justine even more.

"Mmmm, your lip gloss is yummy; what flavor is it?"

"Do you like it? It's cherry, I got it just for tonight . . . never had it before, so I wasn't sure how good it would taste," Rachel softly rubbed her nose onto Justine's as she spoke, her hand gently cupping one of Justine's comparatively mammoth breasts; her leg partly overlapping Justine's lap, so that the two women could feel each others' skin.

"Yes, it's very tasty . . .makes me want to have more," Justine could hardly believe the words she was saying as she arched her back a little to press her ample gland into Rachel's teasing hand.

"Anything for you baby," Rachel responded with a little giggle, then pressed her lips gingerly onto Justine's as her hand pushed Justine's breast up more; slowly squeezing it as she moved it up.

The two women kissed and embraced like this for a few minutes, each feeling the surge of warmth all over their bodies- especially between their thighs.

"Hey darling, don't you think when you date you should get a little something extra out of the evening?" Rachel chuckled as she playfully flipped and stroked Justine's hair.

"What . . . what else do you mean, Rachel?" Justine asked with a slight tremor to her voice.

"Oh, I don't know . . . I've always thought a girl should have something to really remember her night by, you know?" At this, Rachel's hand began to move well up the skirts of Justine's elegant evening gown, delicately caressing Justine's pussy through her soaking panties. 

"Oh, oh my . . . I don't know, this is so new, so different . . . I'm not sure we should," Justine's words were betrayed by her response, as her legs opened a little more with each movement of Justine's hand.

"I know, it's all new to me too . . . I've had some silly dreams about being with another girl, but nothing like this . . . and I haven't even gotten close to trying it before," Rachel looked both innocent and curious as she said this; a look that only enhanced Justine's desire as, at that moment, she felt Rachel was the prettiest woman she'd ever seen.

"Maybe a little more . . . but you promise to stop if it is too much?" Justine asked cautiously.

"Yes, of course, girl . . . I'll likely be too afraid to try much anyway," she wrinkled her nose and chuckled at the thought of really doing much.

At that, Rachel began to tug down a little on Justine's dress top. 

"I always wanted to have big breasts like these, are these real or implants?" Rachel then placed her hands onto Justine's breasts and began to squeeze and knead her mountainous flesh through the stylish gown.

"Yes, they are very real, can't you tell?" Justine giggled as she pushed her large mammalian glands into Rachel's face.

"Well, now that you put it that way, maybe they are; definitely much bigger and better than my little puppies," Justine pointed down to her perky, smaller breasts; the areolas of her nipples shining through the sheer fabric of her camisole that was hardly covered anymore by her blouse.




The Date



"Oh, don't be so hard on yourself, sweetheart, mine can be a bit of a pain in my back and are getting kind of droopy, but yours are very sweet and firm . . . they almost burst out with life," the women laughed like old friends at a reunion, but with a tone that was more erotic than any event of that nature.

With that, Justine soon slipped her hand inside the almost entirely opened blouse of her cohort and cupped Rachel's pretty and perky little breasts, one then the other, lovingly squeezing each and rolling the nipple through her camisole; the two women kissing and tangling their tongues together.

Justine caressed her friend's smaller breasts through her camisole, while Rachel grasped each of Justine's larger boobs even more firmly then squeezed them, before pulling down more on the top of Justine's gown; revealing her darling lacey, push up bra. Her action also helped pull the lingerie down far enough to let the tops of Justine's breasts to pop out over top of the bra and disclose the deep, dark color of her areolas.

"Mmmmmm you are a very hot mama, aren't you Justine?" Rachel chortled as she let her thumbs rub over her girlfriend's increasingly bare nipples, her fingers digging into the flesh of the mounds, eliciting a shudder and another soft moan from Justine's lips.

"Oh yessssss!," Justine's own manipulations of Rachel's vivacious and pointy breasts created a similar reaction from the younger woman. In time, once Justine had pulled up Rachel's camisole as her own gown top dropped down along with her bra's breast coverage, the two found themselves pressing their bare breasts together with an erotic playfulness. Poking, rubbing and gently hitting them on each other created a mounting swell of Sapphic influenced arousal that ensured this was going to turn into something far more sensual than either had ever anticipated.

Justine was shocked by the perverse behavior of her coworker, but also increasingly aroused. Rachel ran her hand down her coworker's side and then back up her sexy dress where she found the warm, wet undergarment Justine wore that night. Upon discovering the garment, Rachel began to pull the panties to the side and ran her thumb over the bigger girl's large, protruding labial lips. Justine had never shaved and was, for the most part, au naturel except for some basic trimming to keep her pubic hairs from sticking out from her panties and swimsuit.

Justine moaned softly into Rachel's wet mouth, as the women again kissed with fervency and passion, breast firmly pushed against breast. Rachel's thumb slowly teased Justine's sensitive clitoris while her fingers stroked Justine's coarse, wet pubic hair and pussy lips.

"Oh . . . oh my, this is, this is amazing!," was all Justine could say, shifting in her driver's seat, legs opened as far as she could in such constricting circumstances; her gown's skirts pushed up over her lovely, round, curvaceous hips. Soon, with great force, Rachel tugged on Justine's wet panties until they tore off her new lover's bottom; whereupon Rachel grasped the sloppy mess of cloth and, after a little hesitant contemplation about doing something so lewd, held the panties to her nose and breathed in deeply.

"What a lovely scent, Justine. I always thought another woman's scent would be skanky or unpleasant, but not yours; it's like a sweet perfume," and with that Rachel kissed the panties before rubbing them over her breasts and belly and then down inside her now overly stretched thong, whereupon she pressed her friend's dirty under garment against her own dripping womanhood. After a little moan of deep, dirty pleasure from this unseemly act, Rachel placed her friend's used lingerie into her own hand bag for safe keeping.

"A little memento of our evening together," Rachel chuckled before leaning in to kiss her colleague again. Justine only stared in disbelief, but soon abandoned all pretext of shock at the sweet, soft touch of her new playmates' lips and fingers.

"I think we can get more comfortable back there, don't you girlfriend?" Rachel mused affectionately, as if the two were a couple on an amorous date. Justine stroke back her friend's long, flowing hair and let the tips of her fingers caress the rim of Rachel's large hooped ear rings before nodding her agreement. It was the older, initially apprehensive girl that was the first to climb into the back, her wondrously big, round bottom sticking back at Rachel, resulting in a light paddling and squeeze by Rachel's hand. Justine gave out a little squeak and wiggled her larger derrière at Rachel, who slid her hand up Justine's skirts, pushing them up until Justine's bottom was exposed and her pussy's matted, dripping hair pushed out where her cunt was being held tightly together by her thighs. Rachel caressed Justine's two firm, yet somewhat jelly like orbs, smacking and squeezing them before gradually, somewhat forcefully dipping her index finger inside Justine's box.

Justine gasped and moaned as her friend's finger inched its way inside her, followed by Rachel's tender kisses on each ass cheek. Justine had never felt so exposed, yet so alive, in her life. Rachel began to work her finger around inside Justine's juicy, though now artificially tight, hole until she pushed Justine harder into the back seat and pulled her beautiful thighs apart to allow freer access to her hairy clam. 

"You are so wet, girl, that it's making me wet too," Rachel climbed into the back and pulled Justine's face to her own and kissed her sweetly as her hand reached to Justine's back side and slid two fingers into your eager beaver. Justine arched her back and shifted her hips in an increasingly circular motion, demonstrating her desire. She pushed her own hand up Rachel's tiny skirt and cupped her mound, feeling her thong, her own dispensed with panties inside and the intense warmth of another woman's pussy. 

"Mmmmm, it's hard to tell with all these clothes, let me get a better feel for what you mean," and with that Justine yanked down her colleague's thong, her own panties tumbling out to the seat, and covered Rachel's cute, v shaped, trimmed poon with her soft, but agitated, hand.

"Yes, I see what you mean, you are just a wet, sticky mess down there; just like me. I think we may need to get cleaned up before we go home." Justine snickered as her thumb rubbed in a circular over Rachel's clit and dug in a couple of her own fingers into Rachel's smaller, tighter quim to mirror what was happening to her own, far looser vagina. 

"Maybe we could clean up later but not too soon . . .I think I might still get a little dirtier before the night is out"

Rachel exclaimed with a lasciviously tinged, tittering laugh as she began to jolt and fidget on Justine's hand, her eyes filled with unbridled lust and perverse intent. 

"Oh Justine, yes, you make me feel so pretty . . . I feel so feminine . . . so wanted," Rachel almost squealed these words as she felt her friend work inside her.

The two mature girls collapsed onto each other after reaching orgasm, then after some minutes of caressing, stroking, kissing and cuddling Rachel whispered into Justine's ear, "Justine, can I . . .um . . .well how can I say this? Can I go on you like a man goes on you . . . I mean, as much as I can?"

Justine smiled, nodded and whispered back in the sweetest voice she come summon, "oh yes, my darling, please do get on top of me!" At this she kissed her deeply, then mused, "that is if we have enough room in here."

Rachel kissed her lover back and pulled back to give Justine room. Justine laid back, pulled up her gown's skirts well over her hips, bent her legs and held them tight to her chest, while still keeping them open to fully expose her hairy womanhood and pushed her mons pubis up as well as she could for Rachel. Rachel watched her older comrade; licking her lips in anticipation before similarly pulling her skirt up to her abdomen. She then lowered her own pubic mound down onto Justine's as well as she could and slowly rubbed on to it. Rachel's head brushed up against the car ceiling with each movement, but the sensational pleasure she enjoyed more than made up for the discomfort. Justine's deep, growling moans ensured that it was not only Rachel who gained from the experience. Yet, although their clitorises and labial lips pressed and rubbed together, the erratic jerks were not as satisfying as they wanted.

"Honey, why don't we open our legs like scissors and try again?," Justine suggested with a mixture of rational logic and perverse emotion in her voice.

Rachel smiled and did as her older friend suggested, finding the intensity of the act now far more complete and erotic than before. Soon, not only Justine's large, hairy mound was Rachel's own special seat but her luscious, thick thigh was a useful tool for obtaining heightened pleasure; her squishy, gushing cunt rubbing frantically over it as Justine's wonderful, long leg overlapped Rachel's shoulder, also pressing firmly to her perky, aroused breast.

"Oooooo yaaaaa girl you are sooooo beautiful!" Rachel cried out in a wild desire filled voice accompanied by her own and Justine's various grunts, moans, sighs, coos, and the ongoing wet, rubbing sound of their entangled bodies. The now impudent women's hands roaming, feeling, caressing and squeezing all over. A more aggressive tone took over their smutty performance, where each slapped, twisted and pulled the others' breasts and engaged in excessive, sloppy open mouthed kisses that merely spread their saliva all over their faces. In time, the two again collapsed in a sloppy, wet heap; clothes disheveled and dirtier than they had been earlier in the night.

"You are so pretty, Justine," Rachel whispered into Justine's ear, stroking her hair and caressing her breasts; the two mature girls' legs still entangled.

"Hush, baby, you are the real beauty here," Justine ran her finger over Rachel's lips and then down over her nipples.

"I wanna be inside you . . . I wanna feel your tender walls," Rachel kissed Justine again as her hand made its way between Justine's drenched thighs and onto her even wetter pussy; a finger running over Justine's slit and then gently entering it.

"Oh!" Justine bucked as Rachel's finger entered her, probing deeper with each second.

"Mmmm Rachel, but I am so dirty and wet now, how will I get cleaned up enough for later?" Justine grinned, her hips slowly grinding in time to Rachel's finger as her own fingers teasingly pulled on Rachel's nipple.

"Girlfriend, you know, I think I can help you out in that department," Rachel snorted before pushing another finger, then soon after a third, inside Justine's gaping hole. Justine pushed herself up and was soon squatting awkwardly, in a most undignified manner, down onto Rachel's hand; her head occasionally bumping onto the car's ceiling as her pretty evening gown was sloppily rolled and pushed up over top of her belly, with a 37 year old woman's drenched, hairy cunt exposed to the world and again catching the eye of her younger partner. Rachel's obscene response was to push her three fingers even deeper inside Justine's hole, feeling her bushy cunt's tender inner walls.

"Dear me, I guess having a few kids really does loosen you up, doesn't it? I'll have to remember that when I have a baby," Rachel smiled menacingly as her fingers curled up then twisted and turned inside her friend's more cavernous opening. Justine just moaned and grunted her approval as she rode her friend's long, limber fingers.

"I really like that, Rachel, it feels soooo good," Justine cooed as Rachel played with her sloppy, distended flower. 

"Mmmmm Justine, you've turned out to be one of the best dates I've ever had, and I thought I was the slutty one when I got a little tipsy; here you are sober and you're as slutty as any whore," with that Rachel jammed her fingers up deeper inside Justine's cunt, before grabbing one of her large breasts.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" was all Justine could respond with, as she jerked up and down on Rachel's fingers.

Justine then pushed her young date over and forced her legs apart, her fingers feeling the warmth of her sweet little cooch before pushing her thicker fingers inside her; two followed by three. Rachel jolted and cried out as she dug her nails into Justine's back and pulled on her hair.

"Mmmmm you are much tighter than I am, aren't you darling?" Justine chortled as her fingers dug, with greater resistance than Rachel experienced in Justine's hole, deeper inside Rachel's sloppy taco. Rachel could only moan and gasp at the machinations of her more mature partner's fingers. Rachel's legs were soon opened wide and draped over Justine's shoulders as she felt the rough, but delicious, treatment of her nether regions. Justine found her lips almost uncontrollably affixed to Rachel's breast; soon suckling on the pert nipple as her fingers jammed, twisted and curled inside the smaller woman's sweaty, sodden blossom.

"Taste me, baby . . . please taste me," Rachel exhorted her pretty, curvy friend. Innocently looking up into Justine's beautiful eyes and then looking over her splendidly curvy body; with its large breasts and well rounded hips, Rachel subsequently ran her fingers sensually over Justine and urged her head down from her own breasts to her abdomen with hopes of an even lower progression.

Justine' nervousness was still apparent as she cautiously kissed her way down over Rachel's stomach and back up over her breasts again, while letting her own breasts dangle and brush sensually over Rachel's skin. Rachel shifted and moaned with each touch, her legs opened more to receive the expected mouth of her cohort, running her fingers through Justine's soft, brown hair; slowly bucking up against Justine's body with her wet pussy to indicate her deepest desire of the moment.

Justine finally faced her coworker's neatly trimmed clam, its hair well groomed into a fine 'v' shape enclosing round her vulva making it far more sexually appealing to Justine than she'd ever thought imaginable. Its scent was as musty as her own, filled with a combination of the day's sweat and her natural lubrication caused by the arousal of this night. Justine felt a mixture of disgust, curiosity and perverse desire for her younger colleague's womanly attributes; its scent was both a perfume and a stench to her nostrils, but even the stench had its own undeniable attractiveness.

"I . . . I'm a little scared . . . it's just so perverted, but . . . " 

Justine stopped short as she looked into the lust filled but understanding eyes of Rachel; their look was so stunning and her face especially adorable right now that Justine felt a greater yearning to go the next step.

"I must do this . . . " her voice trailed off as her lips very slowly, guardedly pressed onto the nub of Rachel's clitoris; kissing it before eventually allowing her lips to part and her tongue to delicately stroke over it. In seconds, Justine found she had begun to kiss Rachel's labial lips almost like she was kissing her husband's or Rachel's mouth. Unconcerned about the little hair she often found in her mouth, and soon loving the tangy and fragrant smelling juices that covered Rachel's cunt; Justine began to almost devour her friend's sweet little flower.

"Oh yes, yes Justine oh baby yes!" Rachel yelped with previously unrealized pleasure, digging her fingers into Justine's scalp as she felt the increasingly active lips and tongue of the once faithful mother and wife, "you're amazing . . . you are so amazing!"

"Am I doing alright, sweetheart?" Justine rather rhetorically inquired, just lifting her mouth off Rachel's quim long enough to seek a response.

"Pretty girl, you are doing more than alright, you are taking me beyond my wildest dreams!" Rachel ran her foot up and down Justine's back and to the edge of her hip, gazing first at Justine's sultry eyes and the dripping juices previously a part of her body on lower half of Justine's face, then down to Justine's much more massive breasts pressed up to the cusp of Rachel's poontang and then over the lovely, curvilinear hips now jutting up into the air.

Justine smiled and returned to her important work, her tongue probing the inner folds of Rachel's lips and then circling lovingly round and into the hole that was between them. Rachel closed her eyes and threw back her head in ecstasy, this was an experience she had never had before and now she was having it with a woman she had always just considered her friend and coworker. Justine became more aggressive in using her tongue as a probe to attack the inner lining of Rachel's almost nubile snatch. This was also a new experience for the older woman, who hadn't even gone down on her husband since the early days of their marriage, let alone licked another woman's vagina.

"Oh baby, oh yesssss you are making me so wet I think I am going to have an orgasm!" cried Rachel, her hands caressing and holding Justine's head tight to her crotch, while feeling her mature partner in crime's finger press into her cunt hole just below her probing tongue's unseemly activities.

Justine gave no response but the slurping and humming noises emanating from her mouth into Rachel's pretty pussy. Rachel bucked and felt a release of more fluids into the mouth and over the face of Justine. Justine eagerly swallowed every ounce of the liquid and licked her lips with pleasure before looking up at Rachel's flushed face.

"You taste great, salty and tangy but very yummy," Justine giggled as she cupped and squeezed one of Rachel's breasts; leaning into her and kissing Rachel's sweet mouth with her own drenched lips. Justine stroked back Rachel's long, thick -- but now tangled and sweaty- hair than took her smaller breast to her mouth and slowly suckled upon its nipple.

"Mmmm, Justine you are making me all wet again!"

"That's the idea, honey," Justine cooed as her fingers playfully ran over Rachel's sodden cunt; toying with her pubic hairs and puffy lips; the two girls each had a breast pressed against the others' as they lay tightly together on the vehicle's back seat.

"Are you as wet as I am?" Rachel giggled and screwed up her nose a little before running her own slender fingers up the inside of Justine's thigh; finally resting on her shaggy mound and joining Justine in playfully caressing her equally puffy lips and dampened, tangled hair, "ooooo, yes you are!" Rachel winked and kissed Justine sweetly again.

"I feel very dirty . . . like I have been doing something wrong, but it feels sooo good . . . I don't know what to do?" Justine pouted, making her appear even more attractive to her younger 'sister' in arms.

"Maybe I could help you feel a little cleaner?" Rachel teased, licking her lips; her fingers now toying with Justine's fat, protruding clit.

"Mmmm what do you suggest, little girl?" Justine chuckled, her bangs falling provocatively over her eyes; giving her a more sultry, 'bad girl' look.

"Well, open your legs and you might find out," Rachel urged with a winsome smile on her face.

Justine obeyed her smaller friend's instructions, feeling even more exposed than she already had. Rachel shifted herself until her face was near Justine's pungent and well used mound, while her legs straddled over Justine's body; her own pussy and ass hanging over top of Justine's head like a tantalizing lure to tease the mature wife and mother.

Rachel felt a sudden reservation about what was before her. Although the sight of Justine's hirsute womanhood was very sensually intriguing to her nevertheless, just like Justine, she had never tasted a woman's cunt let alone licked it clean. 

"This is all so different . . . I'm not sure where to start," Rachel mused anxiously.

"I can show you and you can follow my lead, sweet thing," Justine replied in a hushed voice before opening Rachel's delicate petals and running her hard, prying tongue between her folds. Neither woman hand much left covering their bodies by now. Justine's panties long since becoming a prize for Rachel's collection and her thigh highs had various wet splotches and numerous runs that merely demonstrated how active the women had been; meanwhile Rachel's thong lay in a damp, messy heap on the car floor.




The Date



"Oh I think I get the idea now," Rachel moaned in a wickedly hoarse voice that clearly established her heightened arousal. Rachel pressed her thumbs onto the two labial lips of Justine's jungle covered pussy, pulled the fleshy maw open and bent her head down to gently graze the other woman's inner sanctum with the tip of her tongue. Justine shuddered at the firm, wet tongue's tender touch and a noticeable increase of fluid began to ooze from her cunt.

"Oh darling this is like heaven! Your touch is incredible and your taste is not at all what I imagined . . . it is so delicious!" Justine gasped her words out as Rachel's tongue did its dirty work.

"Mmmmhmmmm, I second that, my love, I had no idea what I had been missing!" Rachel offered with a raspy, perverse tenor to her voice before diving back into Justine's treasure trove.

I an almost synchronized manner, each girl began to rub, toy with and chew on the other's clitoris to a fever pitch, while their tongues lavished their attention on the rest of their pretty, layered folds down to the hole in the core. Soon Rachel, and then Justine, worked their tongue's magic between the significant mounds of flesh that were their buttocks (especially the more robust frame of the older woman); until a tender rosebud was discovered and explored. 

Within minutes, a welling eruption began to overtake each woman, exploding into a wild mix of erotic exclamations, animalistic contortions of their bodies and faces, the flooding dampness pouring from their clams and tremendous shudders and tremors throughout their tense bodies. Once the orgasms had subsided, the two colleagues and wives caressed each others' legs and sides then with some shifts of their bodies, Rachel lay strewn and straddled over Justine's larger frame; breast pressed firmly to breast, gentle kisses on each others' lips, cheeks and necks and hands stroking hair and caressing faces and bodies with the loving touch they usually saved for their spouses. Before long, each feel into a shallow, but contented, sleep in each others' arms; until awoken by the sound of a car driving by.

Rachel looked up and saw that it was early dawn. Strikingly, neither woman had been called by anxious husbands wondering where they were.

"Wake up, honey," Rachel cooed sweetly into Justine's ear, blowing into it and nibbling her lobe.

"Huh? . . . What . . . what time is it?" Justine looked sleepily around, noticing Rachel's thong just down from her on the floor and feeling Rachel's soft, smooth fingers run over her breast and playfully flick her nipple.

"Time to get up and go home, baby," Rachel kissed Justine deeply on the mouth and ran her tongue down over her neck, between her breasts and then slowly suckled upon each nipple.

"Ooooooo you are bad!" Justine giggled, but moaned, a new wetness filling her mound as she wrapped her leg over Rachel and began to grind up on her thigh.

"One more for the road?," Rachel chuckled, her hands increasing their pressure round Justine's larger breasts.

"Why not? We're late any way and a little more fun won't make any difference!" at that the two women returned to the erotic embrace of hours early: hands and tongues feeling and licking, hips grinding and rubbing, breasts slapping together and being suckled; until new orgasmic sounds filled the car.

Rachel grabbed Justine's pronounced, round hips and turned her over, "I just love how curvy you are, you make me think of all those starlets you see in those old movies from the 1950s!" with that, Rachel gave Justine a gentle smack on one of her full cheeks then proceeded to draw Justine in to her in such a way that she lay flat down on the car seat with her considerable posterior pushed up into the air. At that, Rachel mounted her charge and rode her buxom companion's bottom and hips in turn; her own squishy poon sloppily grinding over Justine.

"Oh my word, Rachel, this is so obscene . . . whatever would anyone think if they knew?" Justine screeched in a muffled voice into the seat.

"Oh sweet sister, I couldn't care less what people would say, your ass has captivated me almost as long as I've known you . . . and now it's going to make me cum all over again!" Rachel grunted and held tight to Justine's shoulders as her movements became more aggressive, intense and quick; jerking uncontrollably on her friend's derriere.

Justine moaned in pleasure too, pulling herself up a little just enough to allow Rachel's hands to reach under and hold fast onto her heftier tits; becoming Rachel's reigns just as Justine's ass was her saddle. Shortly thereafter, Justine lifted her right leg signaling to her cohort her wish to feel Rachel's sloppy pudenda against her own. Rachel received Justine's lascivious signal and quickly obliged, pulling Justine's leg up over her shoulder and pressing her dainty twat over top of Justine's larger cunt, while still feeling her lovely, round ass' crack too. Starting slowly and working up to a frenzied assault, Rachel used Justine as if she was a mere toy for her own personal pleasure.

After yet another wailing orgasm, the very feminine, but no longer pristine or prim, ladies collapsed in another wet, messy heap; with Rachel gracelessly spilled over top of Justine's backside. When it was all finished, the sun began to fill the car with its light. The two women sat up and cuddled with each other, watching its rise.

"You have been the best date I have ever had," Rachel whispered in a soft, school girl toned voice.

"So have you, my love," Justine replied, leaning in to kiss her mate, "but we better get dressed and get home before our hubbies find us missing!"

The two women laughed and hugged again, before straightening out what clothes they still had on and reaching for other dispensed clothing that had been frantically strewn around the car. Justine grabbed Rachel's thong and held it gingerly to her nostrils, closing her eyes and grinning as she took in the scent.

"I think I'll keep these as my own little memento," Justine chortled as she stuffed the sodden undergarment into her hand bag. Rachel smiled back at Justine and then leaned in to kiss her, running her tongue over her large, sensual lips.

"Mmmm that is another little souvenir for me too, at least while the taste lasts in my mouth," Rachel grinned and winked at Justine before opening the car door and climbing back into the front.

After a spending a few minutes fixing their hair and makeup, the women drove off to their homes. A loving, erotic kiss ending their time together as Rachel hopped out of the car. 

"See you Monday," Rachel waved before leaning in through the car window, "but I want to see more of you"

" . . . and I you, my darling," Justine leaned over and kissed Rachel again, running her fingers through her hair and then down over her breasts.

"Yes, more dates, more often," Rachel whispered expectantly .

"Yes, many more dates and very often if I can help it, girlfriend," Justine's emphasis on the final word clearly indicating more than mere friendship between the women; they were, now, truly lovers.

Rachel turned and sensually pushed her ass out toward Justine.

"Mmmmm, lover, that's mine now"

"Mmmhmmm it sure is darling, just like your big ass is mine," Rachel replied with a giggle and quietly scampered off into her house in the early morning hours of the day. 

Justine smiled to herself and drove off. When she got home, she took out her prized possession and sniffed at it again, then ran her glistening tongue over the large dark spot on the front of it, while tweaking her breasts and clenching her curvaceous hips together to stem the flow of her juices. Pushing the item back into her bag and carefully moving through her house to try to avoid detection, her husband briefly roused himself to say hello and ask about the party and why she got home so late; she mumbled some plausible excuse about being too tired to drive and sleeping it off in the car. Justine gave him a quick kiss, Rachel's taste clearly on her mouth and her odor clearly drifting from her and filling the room, but her husband too groggy and forgiving to question what type of taste and scent they were and merely rolled over and went back to sleep. Justine quietly left him for the lavatory, then closed her bathroom door. She disrobed and spent many more intense minutes pleasuring herself before turning on the shower.

Yes, she thought, this had been a great date; hopefully the first of many. 



The Date



You could feel autumn in the air as Dave started his Gremlin and headed out to see his girlfriend Kay. Dave and his girlfriend Kay had been dating since they both got out of high school in 1972 and a year later they were still together. 

Kay and her fraternal twin sister Karen lived at home with their parents. They both had the same girl-next-door looks and yet anyone could easily see they are sisters. Standing just a tad over five feet tall, both the sisters were very petite. Although twins, Karen had long flowing brown hair while Kay's hair was much shorter and naturally curly.

In the past year or so, Dave had been able to talk Kay into just about anything he wanted, except for sex. Perhaps it was the fear of getting pregnant. Or perhaps the fear of her father should she become pregnant. Whatever the reason, there was no sex with Kay. Between the two of them, it was just one mega petting session after another.

Dave had a fetish for pantyhose and high heels. Kay had a cute little figure and had no problem indulging Dave in his harmless fetish. She enjoyed his attention.

When Dave arrived to pick up Kay for their usual Saturday night date, he noticed the family car was gone from the garage. 

"Hmm... where is she?" he said to himself out loud. I called Karen earlier and told her I would be over to pick Kay up early," But just then in the corner of his eye, he saw a figure move across the living room window. "That must be Kay." 

Dave went to the back door and rang the doorbell. He heard an "I am coming" through the door. "Sounds like Karen... Wonder what's she doing here?" 

"Hey, Dave! Come on in. Mom and dad just left to get groceries. Kay went with them. They'll be back in a couple of hours," Karen said.

"Didn't you let her know I was coming over early?"

"I put a note by the phone. Guess she did not see it."

Karen seemed to be getting ready for a date as well. She was busy freeing her long brown hair of their hair curlers and was in the process of brushing it out. Her hair flowed down to the middle of her back. The frame of her hair on her round face gave her a look of distinction well beyond her twenty-two years. Like her sister Kay, she had big brown eyes that just bored into your soul.

Karen didn't usually dress up for a date, so tonight must be really special. She was wearing a short black skirt that was easily three inches above her knees and a nice sheer baby blue blouse. The blouse buttoned down the middle, but the first three of those buttons remained undone, revealing a bit of cleavage. Neither of the sisters was particularly big breasted, yet a small diamond cross which hung around Karen's neck seemed to draw Dave's eyes toward them. He had on many occasions enjoyed kissing and sucking Kay's soft breasts. Tonight however, he was wondering to himself if Karen's breasts were as soft as her sister's.

Karen finished the outfit with a pair of black high heels and a gold bracelet on her right ankle. He could see the bracelet quite clearly as it contrasted against the coffee colored pantyhose she was wearing. All of these things seemed out of place on Karen. Dave could hardly recall ever seeing her wear pantyhose, yet alone high heels. Mike, her boyfriend, must have been planning something big for her tonight.

"Wow, Karen, you look great!" said Dave as he studied her figure from tip to toe. "You going out tonight too?"

"Yes, with Mike..." She tried to pull her skirt down a bit. "I felt like getting dressed up tonight."

"Must be someplace special, you don't normally wear heels like that."

Dave could see her cheeks turn pink as she blushed from his comments. Karen picked the hairbrush back up and began combing her hair again as she looked around the living room.

"Well, no place special, I'll leave that up to Mike once he gets here."

Karen placed the brush down on the end table and took a seat across the living room from Dave. Sitting on the couch, she placed her right foot under her left knee, causing an already short skirt to ride up her legs. The bottom of the control top pantyhose could be seen emerging out from the black skirt.

Karen began tossing her head from side to side. Her long brown locks fell across her shoulders, perfectly framing her already accentuated chest.

Between the short skirt and those coffee colored pantyhose, Dave felt a bulge building in his pants. As he sat there he slowly built up enough courage and asked, "Would you mind if I asked you a question?"

"No..." her voice trailing off softly.

"Karen, would you mind if I came over there and kissed you?" 

"What?" Karen was surprised by his question. She cleared her throat as her voice changed pitch, "Why would I let you kiss me when you're here waiting on my sister to go on a date?"

"You're looking awfully good tonight. In fact, I can't remember you looking like this before."

Coming from Dave, that was quite a compliment. He was built like an athlete but never played sports. His idea of a sporting event was watching the cheerleaders at the football games. 

Dave was handsome, incredibly smart, and knowingly shy. His brilliant blue eyes that could just melt a women's heart offset his curly blond hair. Karen couldn't fathom how her sister managed to hold onto such a catch for as long as she had.

She turned her head, looked out the window, then glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "Well maybe just a quick kiss. Kay did tell me you were a good kisser."

Dave went over to the stereo and thumbed through a stack of record albums. He picked out several and placed the records on the player's spindle. He pushed the play button and as the first record fell onto the platter, he pulled the living room curtains closed, dimming the living room in the process. Sounds of Roberta Flack started flowing from the speakers, setting the mood just right.

Dave walked over to Karen; his heart was pounding in his chest as he approached her. His palms were getting sweaty. He held out his hand and she stood next to him. Dave looked down and admired Karen's pantyhosed legs sticking out of her black skirt.

Her breasts were hiding in a light blue bra that he could see through the thin blouse she was wearing, just inches from him. Karen's nipples pressed against the silky bra and he could see two round buttons poking out on her blouse.

Karen looked up at Dave said, "Well, you going to kiss me or just stand here?"

With that, Dave took his hands and slid them past her mouth, pausing for a few seconds as he rubbed his thumbs along her high cheek bones. He continued toward the back of her head, tilting it ever so slightly in the process. His hands caught some of her hair as he leaned toward Karen.

She looked up at Dave; she too had been secretly thinking of this for a long time. As Dave's lips came closer to hers she closed her eyes and opened her lips every so slightly. As his lips touched Karen's she breathed in the scent of his cologne and felted the warmth of his lips on hers. For a second, Karen pushed back on his shoulders. But Dave squeezed the nape of her neck and Karen embraced his touch. Her heart skidded to a halt as he pressed his tongue against her mouth. 

Dave felt her knees weaken as he held her up against his body. As Dave continued kissing her, he whispered into her ear, "Karen, unzip your skirt and allow it to fall down." 

She shook her head side to side in protest but another kiss from Dave sent her hands behind her back. Incredibly turned on yet nervous at the same time, Karen fumbled for a moment with the zipper holding her skirt up. Dave could barely make out the sound of a zipper being pulled as her skirt slowly began sliding down her legs toward the floor. 

She stood beside Dave with her skirt piled around her ankles. He looked down and then back onto Karen's face and softly said, "Step out of your skirt. I want to see you just like you are." This time, Karen made no fuss. She bent over to pick up her skirt and as she did, he was rewarded with a view of a perfect pantyhosed ass.

Dave stood back a few feet and admired the view. She was standing in front of him in her coffee colored pantyhose and black high heels. Now, he could clearly see all of her control top pantyhose that turned him on when he first saw her.

"Damn! Karen, you have great legs!"

Karen blushed again and turned sideways accidentally giving Dave a better view of her tight ass encased in the coffee colored pantyhose.

"And a great ass, too!"

Of course, all this had an effect on Dave as she could see a bulge growing in his pants.

"I now know why Kay always wears pantyhose and high heels when going out with you. I can see the effect they have on you," she said. A smile came across her face.

He walked toward her once again. Karen had folded her skirt and laid it on the couch. Dave wrapped his arms around her waist and again their lips touched. Karen let out a soft sigh. He took in her perfume and the fragrance of her freshly washed hair. He kissed her long eyelashes that still smelled of the newly applied makeup.

"I want to see more of you," he said with a grin on his face.

Karen turned toward him as she placed her hands over the front of her pantyhose in an attempt to shield herself for his prying eyes.

"All of you Karen!" With that Karen moved her hands away.

"Nice, very nice indeed." Dave said while wetting his lips, "Turn around, I want to see your ass in your hose, too."

She turned and exposed her rear to Dave.

Dave moved over closer to her. He could smell her musk and noticed a wet spot on her crotch that was growing larger as she continued to give him a show.

His hands dropped and rested on her hosed ass. His hands ran down her thigh as far as he can reach and then back up to her ass. He continued to explore Karen's silken legs with his fingers running over and over the nylon. The pantyhose was smooth to his touch as his fingers danced from leg to leg. They embraced again for another kiss as his hand reached up the back of Karen's blouse.

"No, please don't Dave," she pleaded 

He ignored her pleas as he reached up and quickly found her bra and bra clasp. In one lighting fast move, Dave had unclasped her bra and it fell under her blouse. As Karen's breasts were released from their prison, Dave started at the bottom of her blouse and fumbled with the first button.

Karen protested again, but her pleas fell on deaf ears as Dave continued to opened button after button on her blouse until it fell open. Her light blue bra was hanging from her shoulders. He reached under her open bra and took both breasts into his hands. "Yes, they are as nice as Kay's," he thought to himself. He played with one nipple then the other while Karen closed her eyes and took in his tender touch.

In one quick movement, he pulled her blouse back over her shoulders, taking her bra with it. In one swoop, Karen's blouse and bra now joined her skirt on the couch. 

Naked sans for her control top pantyhose and black high heels, there she stood before Dave in all her glory. Her long brown hair now covered her breasts, allowing only her swollen nipples to stick out. Dave reached up and wrapped some of her hair around each nipple. He played with her nipples, pulling her hair across them, teasing her ever so slowly. 

Karen let out an "Ohhhh...Dave. My God Dave!" as his fingers worked their magic on her breasts.

He turned his attention to one of her nipples and Karen reeled about in her high heels. He masterfully moved his tongue around and around her nipple causing Karen to shake and quiver. His hand found her other breast and pulled her nipple between his fingers. She let out a sharp cry from pleasure and pain at the same time. He kneaded her nipple between his teeth biting down every so gently. Karen cried out in pleasure as ripples of emotion filled her soul.

He moved over to her other breast and begun sucking it like a hungry child. Karen's moans become louder and more intense. She could feel her panties growing wet with her juices. Without thinking, she placed one of her hands between her legs and began to slowly rub her pussy as Dave continued the onslaught on her breasts. Karen was on the verge of having an orgasm and could feel she was losing control. 

Suddenly, Karen sensed what was happening to her, looked over to Dave and said, "Dave, this is so wrong. So very wrong. Why are you doing this to me?"

"Doing what to you, Karen? I love the way you look right now. Your breast swaying under your long brown hair, the way your pantyhose clings to your thighs. Tell me what's so terribly wrong with this?"

Dave lowered himself to access more of her legs and began feeling her up from her ankles to the crotch of her pantyhose. He stopped and lingered at the spot where the control top ended and the rest of the pantyhose leg began. He moved the palm of his hand between the two so he could feel the change in the stitching. The sensation was amazing. He could feel his cock harden with each pass of his hand over her hose.

"Jesus, Karen, you're nice!"

She closed her eyes as her head fell backwards. Her hair flowed down her back, reaching the crack of her ass. She cupped both of her breasts in her hands and slowly rolled her nipples until they were rock hard. She swayed and teetered in her high heels as Dave continued to feel her up in the most intimate way with his touch. She now knew what Kay meant when she said that Dave liked to feel her up on their dates. 

He stood beside Karen as he ran his hand down her tight stomach and lifted the front waistband of her pantyhose. His hand slid under the material. He paused at the top of her panties for a few seconds and then slid his hand underneath her panties as he continued to explore her hidden treasures.

He ran his fingers through her bush and caused her to quiver as, he continued to discover her secrets. His hand came to rest on her clit. He pushed aside her panty and pushed a finger deep inside her cunt. Then he inserted two fingers and she let out a moan and squeezed his hand with her legs. Running his finger in and out of her pussy, Karen continued to moan and sway as her breathing increased.

"Dave, don't...don't stop," was all Karen said as his fingers continued to awaken her desires.

Dave whispered into her ear, "Karen, spread your legs. Spread them wide." Without hesitation, she moved her legs apart and with that he plunged his hand deeper into her soaked panties, running his fingers though her juices.

Dave's fingers were quite wet from Karen as he removed them from her pantyhose. He ran several of his fingers by her face and through her hair. As he passed a finger by her cheek she could smell her own musky odor. His fingers moved toward her lips. Karen opened her mouth and eagerly began sucking her own juices from Dave's finger.

"Now Karen, you tell me what's so wrong with this?" Dave asked quietly.

"Nothing, nothing at all," was all Karen said.

The assault on Karen and her pantyhose continued as Dave inserted both thumbs into the waistband of her pantyhose and proceeded to lower them to her thighs. 

"What do we have here? Matching blue nylon panties!" Dave said as he watched her squirm in front of him. Karen quickly placed her hands down to hide her pussy, but Dave pushed them aside. Karen's full bush was now exposed to him. He could not help but notice her bush had the same light brown color as her hair. She was embarrassed by her nakedness as she turned her head away from him.

Her musky odor filled the living room as Dave placed his face up against her bush. A ringlet of liquid flowed from her pussy along the insides of her thigh, running down toward the now piled up crotch of her pantyhose. Her pussy was literally dripping wet. Small drops of juice dropped into the crotch of her pantyhose as he watched. 

Dave plunged his face into her bush and his tongue quickly found its mark. She tasted sweet and tender as his tongue ran back and fourth across her clit. Her pussy lips were engorged and drooped, exposing even more of her. 

He stopped, then reached up and began pulling her pantyhose and panties down to her ankles. He pulled her legs apart and buried his head between her thighs, licking the juices from her thighs as they trickled down her legs. Her hands grabbed a hold of his shoulders and squeezed them hard in an effort to remain standing as he started to lick her pussy.

Karen yelled out, "Eat me, yes, honey eat me. Make me cum! Make me cum!"

Dave sensed that Karen was about to explode, retreated from her legs. 

"Not just yet, I will say when you will cum."

He led her over to the couch. Then he took three large pillows from a chair and placed them at the end of the couch. He gently laid Karen down on her back, allowing her legs and heels to stick out toward the ceiling. 

He had begun removing her hose and panties again. However this time Dave did not stop at her thighs; he continued pulling her hose down to her ankles. He removed the gold ankle bracelet from her ankle and placed it in his pocket.

He grabbed her right shoe, and un-buckled the catch holding the strap to her ankle, and removed a size-eight high heel from her foot. He continued to pull her pantyhose down her leg and then off her foot. Then he stopped. Karen was completely naked except for one high heel and one pantyhose leg. He looked down at her and started to pull his belt out of his pants. Karen quickly sized up the situation. Dave was getting ready to mount her right there in her mom's living room.

"Oh God no! Please Dave, don't fuck me," Karen pleaded. "Not here. Not in my parents' home. Oh please Dave don't do this to me!"

Karen's cries became more intense when Dave pulled more of his belt from the first loops on his pants, "Dave, I beg of you, please don't fuck me. I'll do anything, anything at all if you don't fuck me here." Dave could see the fear in her eyes as he looked down at her exposed sloppy wet bush and the treasure that lay just beyond.

Dave stopped removing his belt. "Anything?" he asked.

"Anything within reason," she replied in a whispered voice.

Dave pulled yet more belt out of his pants.

"All right! Anything. Anything you wish. Just don't fuck me," pled Karen as her voice grew loader and stronger.

"Ok, I have your word right? Anything I want you to do, you will do it for me. Correct?" said Dave.

"Yes, anything. My word..." she said softly as she looked down, horrified at the prospect of what he might have in mind for her.

Dave put his belt back into his pants. He took off her left high heel, and then stripped the remaining half of her pantyhose off of her. He helped her back onto her feet. Karen was now standing in front of her sister's boyfriend; embarrassed, ashamed and completely naked.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Well, I've tried to get your sister to do this and she won't. So I think now would be a good time." 

"A good time to do what?"

"Pleasure yourself while I watch," was Dave reply, " You won't let me finish you off on the couch, so you can complete the job."

"What? You want to watch me masturbate in front of you? No way," Karen snapped back. She was totally mortified by the question. 

"Anything! Remember your word. Anything I want and this is what I want."

"That's sick Dave! Is that what you really want?"

"Yes, Karen, this is what I want. I've been trying to get Kay to do this for me, but she won't. Now is the time."

"Alright, fine. If that is what you want. I'll do it. But you need to keep your promise as well. No sex with you. I am not ready to lose my virginity yet." Dave was surprised at the lack of resistance to his request.

Karen moved her right hand down to her pussy and with her fingers began to spread her swollen pussy lips apart in an attempt to masturbate for Dave.




The Date



"Stop right there!" Dave commanded. "I want this done my way. Go upstairs to Kay's room. I know she has a pair of white high heels. Get them and bring them down here. But before you come down, stop in your room for a pair of suntan sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose and a pair of white nylon panties. Get a silky petite pair. Oh and you need a bra: a white bra with lace. Yea, that's what I want." Karen did as she was told and came back downstairs with the required garments in her arms.

Dave placed Karen in front of a large reclining chair, while he took a seat in a second chair not more than six feet away.

Dave sat up in his chair and leaned toward Karen. His hands were folded together. His heart was giddy with exhilaration for the show that was about to begin. Dave had tried for the past year to get Kay to perform this one sex act, and now her twin sister was fulfilling his wildest fantasy. 

"You ready?" Dave asked.

Karen gave Dave a small nod of her head to affirm his command.

"Good. Let's get started. Stand in front of me and put the white panties on. Pull them all the way up. Pull them up tight." 

Karen did as she was told. The panties were ever so small, so much so that they barely contained her full bush. Dave could see her pussy hairs sticking out of the flimsy material.

"Fine, excellent," he said. "Continue by putting the pantyhose on your right leg, just up to your mid thigh. Good. Put your high heel on. Nice! Now roll your pantyhose up your other leg and stop at mid thigh, too. Put your other high heel on."

Again, Karen did as she was told. She was standing in front of Dave, with her pantyhose only half way on, all the while her breasts were hanging out from under her long hair.

"Now, pull your hose up all the way," he said, "Pull your hose tight. I want to see it tight against your legs."

Karen started at her ankle and grabbed a handful of the sheer nylon. As she worked the nylon higher, her breasts bounced and swayed. She returned to the other ankle and began working the material up her leg. She continued working and pulling, trying to get her pantyhose as tight as she could.

"Put your bra on," Dave commands, "You are just about ready."

Karen took the bra and put it around her waist. She turned the back around to her and fastened the clasp then realigned the cups. She leaned into the bra and her breast fell into place. She turns once again toward Dave. The lacey bra could barely contain her breasts and they strained against the material. Her nipples were like granite as they pushed out on the nylon cups, producing two large bumps in the material. 

Dave was to the point of losing control of himself, as he sat in the chair, rubbing his hand over the front of his black dress pants. A huge bulge was pushing up against his pants. He stroked this bulge slowly as he watched Karen fidget with her pantyhose and bra.

She was quite a scene. Her white lacey panty could scantly hide her pussy hair while the sheer pantyhose did little to shield her from Dave's prying eyes.

She was not immune from all this attention for she could readily feel her silky white panties start becoming increasing wet from her own juices. She ran her hands down the front of her hose toward her pussy and down her thighs several times. The silky feel of the sheer pantyhose was having its effect on her. Maybe, she thought, this really is not such a bad idea after all. Just then, Dave's voice brought her back to the present.

"Karen, I would like you to sit back on the recliner. Spread your legs so I can see your panties under your hose." She did as she was told. As she spread her legs apart she was fully exposed to his eyes. 

"You can begin by placing your fingers under your pantyhose."

As Karen started to finger herself up, the idea that anyone, let alone her sister's boyfriend, was watching was beginning to turn her on. Slow at first, then a bit faster her fingers traveled back and forth under the silky material. The tightness of the pantyhose kept her hand pressed against her clit still covered by the lacey panty as she rubbed her honey pot. 

Her left hand reached up and slipped a bra strap over her shoulder: a breast fell out. She pinched her nipple and she started to moan. Her moans started out low and slow but by now, they were beginning to turn into muted screams. Her face was distorted. She held her lips tight.

All the while, Dave was feverishly rubbing his cock. 

"That's it Karen. Fuck yourself with your fingers. I want to hear you cum! Cum baby, cum in your pantyhose for me baby!" Dave was beside himself as his eyes became transfixed on Karen's crotch and her fingers that were working herself up into a frenzy.

Karen started squirming and gyrating on the recliner. She now seemed completely oblivious of Dave watching her but a short six feet away.

Her left hand returned to her pussy and she had all her fingers working their magic. Both hands were well inside her panties probing her clit. She spread her lips apart and inserted as many fingers as she could. In and out. Faster! The tempo built. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead. Her thighs were glistening from sweat. 

Then, her hands slowed. She pulled both hands out from the front of her hose. The waistband of her pantyhose made a "snap" as she let go of it. She sat absolutely motionless for several seconds. Then she grabbed her thighs! Suddenly, her back arched up. Her legs shot out in front of her. Nipples swollen. Freight trains of pleasure ran back and forth across Karen as the orgasm began and then intensified.

"Oh, Jesus! Sweet mother!" Karen yelled, "Oh my God, I can't stand it. I am cumming!"

Her back arched again, sending her elbows deep into the chair. Her legs shot out a second time as her toes curled inside her high heels. Both her high heels were now dangling from her toes as wave after wave of bliss ran through her.

Dave shouted, "Cum for me Karen, cum hard for me! Squirt for me. Yea, you're cumming Karen! Cum in your pantyhose for me!"

As her orgasm continued, her ass lifted from the recliner. She lost one high heel then the other. Then as quickly as it started, it was over.

For the next few minutes, she sat exhausted on the chair. Her panties were soaked to the point that the bottom of the recliner was wet. Her bra had flipped over her breasts and she was barefooted. Her face was beet red.

"Jesus Christ! What did you do to me?" Karen cried, "I've never cum like that in my life. Not even with Mike."

Dave placed both her high heels back on her feet, then reached over and pulled Karen from the recliner. He helped her put her bra back together and eased her breasts into it before giving each nipple a quick squeeze. He steadied her until she got her balance while in her heels.

"That was just incredible, Karen. What a show! Could not have been better." Dave was thrilled beyond words as he watched her adjust her pantyhose and bra.

Karen slowly recouped her composure, then wrapped her arms around Dave's neck and kissed him. Then she whispered into his ear, "Dave, now you unbuckle your pants and let them fall to the floor." This took Dave aback but after seeing Karen perform, he loosened his belt buckle and his pants fell to the floor with a thud. Karen took a step back to admire Dave. She was calling the shots on Dave this time. She was the one in control.

"Dave, I see you have a colossal bulge here. Guess I'll have to pull your boxers down and see what the problem is," she said with a smirk. 

She stood back and then dropped down on both knees. She placed a finger around his white boxers and gently pulled the material down, exposing an engorged cock the likes she had never seen. Dave's cock made a "twang" sound as it hit his stomach. Now unrestricted by the boxers, his cock pointed straight out like a peg on a hat rack.

"My, what do we have here? Kay never mentioned to me you were hung like this. You know Dave, it's not quite right that I am standing here with ooze and cum dripping from my pantyhose and you're still nice and dry. Looks like this cock is in need of some service."

Dave's jaw dropped. 

"What do you mean, Kay told you? Are you telling me that Kay told you what we do on our dates," Dave asked.

"Girl talk, just girl talk. But she did tell me about your fetish with pantyhose and high heel." 

Dave's face turned crimson red, embarrassed that Karen knew his secret. Then Karen moved toward Dave's manhood, and draped her long brow hair over his dick. Back and forth she moved her head, her hair following along back and forth, teasing his erect member with each movement. Dave rolled his eyes back as she continued to tease him.

Karen then pulled her hair out of the way and ever so gently began placing small tender kisses up and down his cock. She could smell his odor: a combination of sweat, urine and cum. She stopped; then opened her mouth and took in Dave's cock.

"Karen, yes, suck it, suck all of it!" Dave said in a husky voice, "That feels so damn good. Don't stop." 

Karen took all of him into her mouth and ran her tongue around the very tip of his cock. She grabbed his balls and rolled them around and around in his sack like a crapshooter in Vegas. Dave's hand pulled on her hair drawing her closer to him. She took both hands and slid them up and down his shaft. A few drops of pre-cum emerged from the tip of his cock. 

"I am going to cum! Yes, swallow baby, swallow it all!" Dave's voice cried out as Karen's tempo increased to a fever pitch. Then, just as he was about to shoot his wad down Karen's throat, she placed a death grip around his shaft, preventing him from shooting his load. Unable to unload, Dave gave out a scream that would curdle blood.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Dave yelled. Half in pain, half in pleasure. "Jesus! Karen, Just what in the hell are you up to?" 

As another smirk appeared on her face, Karen stated "Oh, I am going to make you cum alright, but on my terms."

With that she reached over and picked up an egg-shaped plastic container. Dave instantly knows what it was. It was a Leggs pantyhose container. He has seen plenty of them as Kay wore that brand.

Karen took the container holding the new hose down from her room unbeknownst to Dave. She cracked open the case very carefully, then removed its contents. Pulling the hose out, she rolled up one leg and placed it over Dave's still erect and swollen cock. Then she rearranged the hose so his cock was buried in the crotch of the pantyhose.

"There, you like pantyhose so much, you're going to cum in these just for me!"

She started pumping his cock again with both hands, stopping every so often to place a kiss on his swollen member. She put the nylon-covered cock into her mouth and sucked it like it was the last cock in the world. The nylon glided easily on his dick and Dave rolled his head back against the recliner. More drops of pre-cum oozed from the tip and she eagerly sucked the salty drops down her throat. 

A few more strokes and suddenly Dave grabbed both arms of the chair and let out a loud moan. Karen whipped his manhood out of her mouth as cum shot from the tip of his cock into the waiting hose. His cum poured into the nylon crotch of the pantyhose like water from a fire hose. His cum was hot and gooey and hit the target. An out-of-breath Dave said, "My God Karen, Kay could pick up a few pointers from you. She's never done that to me. Holly shit Karen!"

Karen looked down into the pantyhose holding his limp cock. "My goodness Dave, were you were holding back on me? She cooed softly, "There is not nearly enough cum in them. I went through two pairs of panties along with two pairs of pantyhose for you. You need to do better, much better. Look, there's hardly any cum in your pantyhose!"

Dave protested as he looked down and saw a puddle of his own cum in the pantyhose wrapped around his cock.

"Oh, you're not done yet. I know you have more cum in you and I plan on getting every last drop out."

Karen removed the cum-soaked pantyhose from his limp cock and neatly refolded the pantyhose and places it back into the plastic egg. She reached over to pick up her blue panties. Karen then took the panties and placed his soft cock inside them. 

"There, how do they feel? Are they wet enough for you?" she whispered in a low come- fuck-me voice. As she rubbed the silky material back and forth across Dave's cock she gathered his balls and rubbed the material against them.

With the wetness of her panties against his balls and cock, his cock once again became hard. She continued to move the panties back and forth across his balls. Then all at once, Dave shot another, although smaller load into her wet blue panties. 

"There, that should take care of you. Looks like my sister won't be sucking any cum from you tonight," Karen said with a smile.

As Dave stood, he pulled the panties soaked with his cum and her juices from his depleted cock. 

"Not so fast," Karen said,

"I am standing here with soaked panties, you deserve the same." 

"I should have fucked you on the couch. I should have fucked you up the ass on the couch," Dave said angrily. 

She reached down, and pulled his boxers up. She took the messy panty and placed it inside his boxers just under his wilted cock. Then pulled his pants up and zipped him closed.

No sooner than Dave had his belt back together, the sound of a car driving up the gravel driveway could be heard. Karen quickly picked up the pile of neatly stacked clothes and hurried upstairs, making sure she collected the plastic Leggs container. Just as Karen made it to her bedroom, the front door opened and in came Kay along with her parents. 

"Dave, why so early? I have yet to get dressed for our date," Kay said as she gave him a big hug. Dave looked a bit bewildered.

"Guess Karen, never told you I called," he said as he wiggled his hips trying to make the panties Karen stuffed under his cock appear less visible under his pants. 

Dave made small talk with mom and dad while waiting on the girls to come downstairs. A half hour later, Karen came down first. She had on a short tan skirt and those same suntan pantyhose and white high heels she had on thirty minutes before. This time she wore an off-white sweater that really showed off her figure. A minute later Kay came down to join the family. 

Kay's naturally curly hair bounced up and down as she approached Dave. When Dave turned around, he saw Kay wearing Karen's short black skirt with the same thin blue blouse. She even had on the very same black high heels. 

"Karen had this outfit all picked out for me!" Kay exclaimed, "Right down to the coffee colored pantyhose. So what do you think of the outfit? I think it's kind of sexy myself." 

Then Kay pulled Dave out of her parent's earshot and whispered, "I told Karen that the pantyhose seemed a bit wet. She told me they were just on the drying rack and had a tad to go before they were fully dry." Dave looked back over to Karen and she just smiled at his dilemma. Kay pulled him back over to her and said, "Karen says you have a surprise for me tonight."

Kay and Dave headed for the family room. Once there and alone, Kay pulled her skirt up to show off the control top of her hose. She giggles, "I know you'll enjoy seeing me in these tonight, minus a few other pieces of my clothes. Oh, and look what Karen gave me!"

Kay opened her purse and sitting in the bottom was a plastic Leggs pantyhose container. Kay giggled with an ornery smile, "Karen knows about your pantyhose fetish, Dave. I told her,"

"You did what?" Dave said as his voice grew louder.

"It was just girl talk, you know girl talk. I told her that you really got off watching me walk around a room with nothing more on than high heels and pantyhose. In fact, I told her I could make you cum in your pants by just pulling my pantyhose down in front of you."

"What did she say?" Dave inquired.

"She said that was weird but in a way kind of sexual. She said she would really like to give it a try sometime, might even enjoy it, but Mike is not into hose like you are. Mike is a tit man, I guess. At least that's what Karen says."

"Did she really say she would like to try what you and I do all the time?" Dave asks.

Kay replied, "Well now don't get any wild ideas with my sister buster, but yes she seem to be really into the idea. Actually she seemed much more than just interested. She kept bringing the subject up all the time for some strange reason. Did you notice the sweater she had on?" Kay asked.

"Just a white one, that's all." 

"Well, I know that it's Mike's favorite sweater. Karen is going to get it tonight, that's a fact!"

"Why? How do you know this?"

"Girl talk silly. Girl talk."

Dave asked, "I thought both of you are still virgins. I know YOU are, but I did not know Karen lost her virginity."

"Oh, she still a virgin alright."

"You just said Karen was going to get fucked tonight? How is that possible if she is still a virgin?" 

Kay's face blushed as she said, "Mike likes to take her up the rear. Last weekend Karen told me Mike got her from behind on the large couch in the living room. According to Karen, Mike likes to strip her down to just her sweater. Braless, she gets it from behind as Mike plays with her tits under her sweater. Guess it has something to do with her bare ass up in the air and her tits hanging down under that sweater. I did not ask her for the details."

"Well fuck me!" was Dave's only reply. 

Dave now knew he has been played. Played like a cheap violin. Karen knew he was coming over early for Kay. She knew about his fetish and she played along, giving her a few hours to be alone with him. Dave wondered what would be in store for Mike that tonight. Would he get a show like Dave had this afternoon? 

Dave would never find out, as he and her never spoke again of what happened that cool autumn afternoon in 1973. It's a secret they both carry to this day.



The Date



If this is received well there will be more....

Him

All evening I followed her, dressed in a non-descript dark suit with a dark shirt. My plan was to blend into the shadows, and enjoy her enjoyment of our "phone date." She had no idea that I was already in Toronto. She wore the dress and shoes I bought for her and shipped to her from London. I told the girls in the dress shop of my plan for her; they loved it, and they worked hard from photos to fit her as perfectly as possible. It worked. She looked classy, hot, and so beautiful. The dress was made of a bright red, shimmering fabric that perfectly set off her luminous green eyes. It was cut low in front, showing the deep division between her breasts, and the neckline plunged far down her back, leaving her shoulder blades and the small of her back deliciously bare. No bra could be worn with this dress, and a tantalizing hint of her erect nipples could just be seen through the material covering them. The dress was very close-fitting without being tight, hemmed at just above her knees, but a slit on the left side showed an ample amount of her creamy white thigh. No nylons covered her legs; nothing could improve upon her own smooth, glistening skin. 

Her perfect feet were in the spike-heeled sandals I chose especially for her. The girls in the dress shop oohed and ahhed over them and wished that they could afford them. The shoes were black leather with thin silver buckles on the inch-wide leather straps that loosely encircled her lovely ankles. Her feet arched so gracefully in the severe form of the 4-inch spike heels, the torsion of the arch making the faint blue veins and delicate bone structure prominent under the silky skin of her feet. Her slender toes, with their blood red nail polish, were totally exposed, seductively bare in the sexy shoes. 

From my chair in the dark corner of the restaurant I sent her to, I saw her sitting enjoying her dinner, her beauty drawing hungry stares from all the men in the room - and some of the women. Was she aware of them? 

At the Royal Alexandra Theatre I sat in the balcony, and with my opera glasses watched her rapturous pleasure in the music of the orchestra. An empty seat, my seat, was next to her -- since I was "with" her on this phone date, I had bought myself a seat as well. At the intermission I called her, she didn't think to wonder how I knew it was the intermission, and we chatted briefly. I told her I wished I was there. And I was. I told her I imagined her looking very beautiful. And she did. 

At the end of the show, I called her again and told her to take a cab the few blocks to the SoHo Met Hotel, and have a drink in the Senses Bar, connected to the hotel. I was there ahead of her, seated in a dark booth in the very back. I saw her enter the bar, and my breath caught in my throat -- she was radiant from the night air and the music at the theatre. She took a high stool at the bar and I saw her order a drink. I smiled at how attentive the bartender was being toward her -- he knows a gorgeous woman when he sees one, I thought. I watched her sit and sip her drink for a while, from my inconspicuous seat in the back. 

When she was almost finished with her drink, I called my waiter over and told him to have a drink sent to her from "the man in the corner" -- me. I watched the waiter relay my instructions to the bartender, and then take her the drink. I could see him speak to her, and then she turned and scanned the bar. I was sitting turned slightly away, and though she could see me, she couldn't tell it was me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her stand and walk my way. When she was almost upon me I stood up and gave her a big smile. She had a look of shock on her face but soon it became a grin. I held my arms out wide and gathered her in for a big hug. 

"Hi, beautiful," I said. I told her how I had arranged it all and followed her around on our phone date. "The hardest part was making myself stay away from you all evening." 

"Where are you staying?" she asked me. 

"Here, but I wanna go for a ride first." We both laughed.

"I do too," she said through a laugh. Her face was so inviting and I thought of all things we had discussed. I could hardly believe they would finally come true. 

Me

We stopped to kiss outside the bar. We could hear the throb of the music through the walls, I could feel the throb of sex running through my veins. Control was gone, I was saturated by desire.

In the dark of the back parking lot, urgency compelled him to drag me close and feast on my mouth. Now...now...now...drummed insistently through my bloodstream. He went to open the door to the car. 

"Don't wait." I whispered, "Here."

My hands began unbuttoning the front of his shirt and slipping in to stroke his chest, pinch his nipples lightly. Then my other slid out to stroke his thighs, the heat of my fingers coming through the denim of his jeans. 

A car rushed by out on the highway, but the parking lot was silent, everyone inside dancing to the music.

'Now,' I thought. The place didn't matter, responsibility didn't matter, nothing mattered but that he could silence this desire that was slowly driving me mad.

The hard planes of his chest quivered under my fingers. It was irresistible. I wanted to be licking them, tasting them, laying against him skin to skin. I wanted to see him naked, then touch all of him.

I could feel him shuddering against my fingers. Wondering what it would feel like to make love with him made a jolt of anticipation run through me. Knowing that his desire for me had brought us to this point was intoxicating. 'Soon,' I thought, almost unable to breath for the desire clogging my lungs. His arm wrapped around me to pull me close in front of him.

I'd thought about sex with him for nearly a year now, teased him, goaded him and urged him on. Now it seemed tangible, the boundaries gone, my inhibitions were gone. He'd unleashed a different one driven by desire. Gone were any attempts to hold back. His hands were hard and urgent on me, his mouth demanding a response.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and pressed his mouth harder against mine. He'd aimed us toward this moment with only one goal in mind. Now the act itself was the only thing that mattered. Friction, pressure and heat fused together in one inextricable tangle of sensation, until my entire being focused on the connection of our lips.

But there was more. The touch of his fingers tantalized and aroused as they slipped up my sides, the heat of his hands against my skin. He skimmed the tip of his tongue down my throat and untied my top and the red dress fell away. I let my head fall back against the arm supporting me. His other hand, his clever fingers, pulled the stretchy red fabric out of the way.

The low, involuntary sound I made, not quite a groan, was one he echoed as his hand slid up and over my bare breasts. The slight roughness of his palm teased, the warmth inflamed. Then he began concentrating on my nipple, spiraling in toward it, brushing it, squeezing it until I was riding a delicious knife edge of pain and pleasure. I did groan then in surrender, in anticipation.

Anticipation was what drove him, as he leaned down to lick at my nipples, feeling me shudder at the sensation. He knew I could feel, had to feel his cock straining against the fabric of trousers. In the faint light of the parking lot, my aureoles showed as dark smudges on the pale fullness of my breast.

He bent his head and his mouth was on me, sucking first one, then the other nipple. There was something primal about it, the feeling of that hard nub against his tongue, against his lips. There was something immensely arousing in hearing his moan,

Him

and her soft cry.

Then she was pushing my head away, standing up and reaching to unfasten my pants. In rapid succession I felt the shock of night air on my cock, then the bigger shock of the heat of her hand.

She gave me a stroke that had me breathing, hissing in. She moved her hand, then ran her finger up to the tip of me where she could feel the pearly drop of precum that had slipped out. She slid her fingertip down the length of my hard-on, spreading the slippery fluid and leaving a trail of frenzied nerve endings in her wake.

Then she raised her finger tip up to her lips and sucked on it. 

"Mmm, I want to taste you." She knelt down in front of me leaning on the door, and slid me into the wet heat of her mouth. The world turned into a single spot of blinding pleasure.

The sound of my helpless groan sounded in her ears as she moved her mouth up and down the hard length of my cock. There was something incredibly arousing about the immediacy of her giving me pleasure that generated such an obvious response. She moved her head, stroking with her tongue, I caught my breath. She sucked, and my body tense as I fought for control.

"Fuck!"

Me

Then his hands were pulling at my shoulders to raise me.

"No," I protested. "I want to..."

"Now," he said raggedly. "I need to be in you now."

He pushed the silky dress up to my hips, reached around and grabbed hold of my bare bottom and lifted me up. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. With his pants at his ankles, he struggled to walk to the fence three feet away. Falling in to it I reached up and entwined my fingers in the metal holes gripping and holding me steady. His palms ran over my thighs. Then he slid them underneath me to position me on him. 

"Mmm" came out as more of a growl as he realized not only was I not wearing any undergarments but I was also completely clean shaved. He growled again as his fingers slid over the wet bare skin he found. 

I moaned a little at the slippery smooth feel of the head of his cock as I rubbed it against the slick clef between my legs. Then he put his hands on my hips and pulled me down. All I could do was cling hard to the chain links, and cry out at the slippery friction as he impaled me on him. 

His hands were strong around my ribs, holding me as his thrusts pushed me against the fence. I had given up my security of the fence and clutched blindly at his shoulders as he helped me move. His flesh pulsed hard and hot inside of me. Every stroke sent shivers racing through me. Every stroke went deeper and deeper, so deep that pleasure and pain blurred into one overwhelming surge of sensation that had me fighting not to cry out. The sliding, tormenting friction pulled me nearer and nearer to orgasm until I tumbled over, moaning and jolting against him. 

Me

An instant later he, followed.



The Date



Andrea placed her hands upon his burning face and turned his head towards her. Quickly she tilted her head down and kissed him earnestly on his trembling lips. "Thank you Peter," she whispered, "you are such a brave boy and partly because of that... and your gallantry, I would really love to see you again." She turned and walked along the hallway to the stairs, slowly ascending the staircase without looking back. 

Mrs. Mountford looked at the young boy, feeling a sudden thrill run through her body as she held up her hand to stifle any protestations. She spoke again. "Not another word Peter. Off you go... I will be through in a few moments to punish you. You will find a clothes hanger behind the door. Please use it for your suit and put the rest of your clothes on one of the chairs. I want you to stand in the middle of the room and wait for me. I expect you to be ready within five minutes."

Blindly Peter stumbled towards the dark wooden door. He turned the handle and walked through. His mind was in turmoil, nothing in his young life had prepared him for such embarrassment and humiliation. He felt stupid and embarrassed beyond his worst nightmare. It had all happened so quickly that he couldn't quite believe what was happening to him.

Peter closed the door behind him and looked around the brightly lit room. He felt near to tears as he glanced around the opulent office. There was a large desk at the end of the room and several leather sofas against the walls, which were completely lined with bookcases apart from one other doorway. The second doorway surrounded a large hardwood door, which was ajar. 

Peter could see only blackness beyond the opening of the doorway. A patterned carpet filled the open space in the middle of the room, the colours looking vibrant beneath the bright lamps of the modern light fitting, which hung from the centre of the ceiling. Several hard-backed chairs were placed around the front of the desk. The desk surface itself, which was covered in green hand-tooled leather, was bereft of clutter having only a telephone and desk-pad upon its surface. 

Peter turned towards the door behind him and saw a wooden coat-hanger which was hanging from a brass hook. He felt completely foolish and humiliated as he began to loosen his bow-tie. His mind raced with the sudden realisation of his predicament and thoughts of his impending punishment. He was almost delirious with shame and anguish as he stripped down to his boxer shorts. He felt a tear run down his cheek as he placed his socks inside his shoes and moved to stand in the middle of the room. He could not believe how utterly stupid and gauche he felt as he stood on the patterned carpet, naked except for his boxer shorts.

As soon as Andrea had heard Peter close the door behind him, she immediately rushed up the rest of the flight of stairs. It took but a moment for her to shed her evening dress and place it on her bed. Her beautiful body was naked beneath, except for a sheer pair of panties, which she quickly removed. She took the white, semi-transparent baby-doll nightdress and matching panties, which she had laid out earlier and carefully put them on, checking her appearance in front of her floor length mirror. She noted that the neat small vee of blonde hair, which she had deliberately left unshaved above her pubis, could be seen through the material of her panties. 

Her bare breasts pressed against the diaphanous material and to her delight, she saw that the pink aureoles of her nipples were clearly visible. She twirled around, smiling wickedly to herself as the almost transparent nightdress lifted to reveal her bared midriff. She leaned forward to her dressing table and squirted a mist of Chanel No: 5 over the deep cleavage of her breasts before leaving the room for the second staircase. This was a small auxiliary staircase would lead her down to the rear of the office to which Peter had been sent. Having descended the staircase, it took only moments for her to reach the corridor, which had been left deliberately unlit. She tiptoed stealthily on her bare feet, carefully controlling her breathing as she felt her way towards the leather office chair she had placed in the corridor, exactly opposite the half opened door.

She could see Peter quite clearly as he struggled with his clothes. Her heart skipped a beat as he moved to stand in the centre of the room. She had already made certain that no-one from inside the room could see beyond the doorway and yet as he looked towards her she had an anxious moment. Reassuring herself that he could not possibly see beyond the door, she settled herself comfortably in her chair to observe him.

Her assumptions of his physical good looks were entirely accurate. His body was perfectly proportioned and firm, without having the hard muscular build of the jocks and football players, which she despised. She could see that his upper body was entirely suffused in a mighty blush as he stood trembling on the ornate carpet. His legs trembled as he looked around the room. She could see him anxiously glance towards the door as heard movements outside. Her eyes focussed on the bulge beneath his shorts. 'Perhaps he is a little bigger than I gave him credit for,' she thought.

Cynthia Mountford checked her appearance in the hall mirror. She had loosened the two top buttons of her blouse and had put on a thin rubber apron, which she often used at the hospital to protect her uniform. The ebony-backed hairbrush, which she held in her hand, glistened as she turned it so that the wooden-back was turned towards her. 

Sheila moved to stand beside her. She had changed out of her business suit and now wore a starched white sheer cotton tunic dress, which was her normal attire at the hospital. Around her neck was a hung a stethoscope, the red tubes trailing down sexily between her breasts to the shiny chromium diaphragm. The hem of the dress finished at mid-thigh allowing her long lightly-tanned legs to move freely as she stood astride and faced the mirror. Cynthia turned to look at Sheila and whispered to her. "I think our young man will get the shock of his life when he sees you walk in."

Peter trembled and blushed as he heard the door open behind him. He turned to look backwards, his eyes opening wide in surprise as Sheila walked through. He blushed immediately as she looked him at him. She could see his surprise at her nursing tunic and the stethoscope around her neck. "I am just going to check that you don't have a heart problem Peter, don't worry it is only a precaution. Now turn around and face the other door and stand up straight with your hands upon your head."

Peter flushed to an even deeper shade of red as, unsteadily; he turned towards the open door at the far end of the room. 

"Come along, hands upon your head." She could see that he was trembling from head to foot as he turned away from her and hesitantly placed, first one hand and then the other on top of his head. Sheila risked a quick smile over his shoulder towards the open doorway, wondering whether Andrea had taken her place yet. She placed her hand upon his back, feeling him shudder at the first cool contact of her palm against his bare flesh. Gently she placed the cold metal of the stethoscope flat against his back. She saw goose-bumps appear on his smooth flesh as she spoke to him. Her voice was soft and gentle. 

"Breathe in, there's a good boy... hold your breath for a moment, I will tell you when you can breathe out." Peter stood still, his whole body trembling and his heart beating wildly as Sheila ran the stethoscope over his back.

Deliberately Sheila held his waist with her other hand, knowing that even as nervous as he was, her touch would eventually arouse him. She moved around to the front of him and looked him in the eyes. "Take a deep breath please Peter." She ran the stethoscope over his chest as the same time laying the palm of her other hand over his left breast. She let her hand move slowly, feeling the nub of his nipple harden under her palm as she moved the ice-cold stethoscope over his wildly-beating heart.

He was shivering as she stood back and looked into his blushing face. "You are fine Peter. I am just going to check that you do not have muscle strain or a hernia before Mrs. Mountford comes to smack your little bottom." She watched his face flush to an even deeper shade of red at her words, knowing that in a moment he would absolutely die of shame.

"Now stand up straight and arch your back, I can't stand to see little boys slouching." She could feel his nervousness as she moved behind him and bent down on one knee. Making sure that she could accomplish her task before he had time to protest or hinder her, she reached out with both hands and grasped the legs of his boxer shorts. With one swift movement, they were around his feet! Quickly she grasped his ankle and spoke to him sternly. 

"Lift your foot, come along boy... I haven't got all day." In less than a couple of seconds, Peter had found himself standing completely naked, with his hands still placed on his head.

"Now stay where you are and don't move an inch." She moved around him, seeing that his face had coloured to a deep purple. She looked down at his genitals, noting that his penis was larger than she had expected and that he had been neatly circumcised, so that the tip of his penis showed just beyond the foreskin. She reached forward, watching his face flinch, as she cupped her hand under his testicles.

"Oh Miss... er please miss." Peter protested as she encased his testicles in her hand. She marvelled at the soft feel of his flesh as intimately she held him, as she delicately stimulated his genitals.

She could see that he wanted to protest this invasion to his privacy. To his chagrin, she immediately admonished him. 

"Keep still you naughty child. Now turn your head to the right and give me a nice big cough." 

Although her words were stern, her fingers were soft and gentle, cleverly kneading the soft and sensitive flesh of his scrotum to deliberately arouse him. She lifted the soft orbs of his testes in the palm of her hand and repeated her command. 

"Come along Peter I want a nice big cough." 

Peter, in his anguish and utter humiliation managed a weak cough. His face burned with embarrassment as he felt the nurse cup his scrotum more firmly. He could hardly contemplate his utter humiliation, as he stood naked before this beautiful young woman. Sheila was delighted as she firmed her grip around his scrotum and lifted his testicles, drawing them forward away from the juncture of his thighs. She could see that he was near to tears as he uttered a louder cough. "And again please." She waited until he managed another loud cough. She could feel his body tremble as she gently squeezed his scrotum before letting go.

"Well done Peter, you seem fine. Now stay as you are." She moved away and fetched two chairs from the front of the desk. One of the chairs she placed behind him with the seat pointing towards his bottom; the other, she placed in front of him with the side of the chair facing towards him. She made no pretence as she looked down at his penis and testicles, noting that his penis had grown perceptibly, revealing more of the glans as his foreskin recoiled.

Andrea was delighted with the scenario as it unfolded before her. She could see his penis and testicles quite clearly. She too was pleasantly surprised at the size of his penis and the plump scrotum, which bulged beneath the somewhat turgid flesh. She wished that Sheila would handle his penis so that she could observe the young boy with his penis erect. She did not have long to wait as she saw Sheila move to the side of the naked teenager, allowing her a clear view. 

Sheila spoke to the boy again. "I see that you have been circumcised Peter. Was it done at birth... or did you have a problem with your penis later in life?"

Peter could not believe his ears at her question, or her nonchalance as she took a firm hold of his penis. He gasped as she stretched the flesh, pulling it forward with one hand as she retracted the foreskin with the other. "Well Peter, I asked you a question. "Were you circumcised recently, or was it done when you were a baby."

His stammering reply delighted Sheila. "Er... I don't remember it er... miss. It erm must have been done when I was erm a child."

"Well you are really still a child aren't you... having to have your bare bottom spanked because you were naughty."

The intimate touch of the young nurse was too much for the virgin boy. He felt his penis throb as she slipped the foreskin down the shaft of his penis and then back up over the glans. He took his hands from his head in acute shame and embarrassment only to feel her let go of his penis and give him a sharp smack of her hand upon his bottom cheeks. 

"Don't you dare move young man, now put those hands back upon your head and keep perfectly still while I examine your penis! My you are a naughty boy, no wonder you are here to have your bottom smacked. Now keep still while I retract the skin. It seems that you have a problem." 

She could feel his whole body tremble as she pushed the foreskin back revealing the whole glans-penis. 

"Your foreskin is very tight. Does it hurt you when you have an erection?" 

She saw the boy shudder as his face turned a deep crimson. His embarrassment was almost palpable as she looked into his face. 

"Come along answer me... does it hurt when your penis is erect?" Peter shuddered and answered through trembling lips. 

"Erm... yes erm... sometimes erm miss." His voice was trembling as if he were about to cry as Sheila stretched the skin back again, feeling his member throb between her fingers.

"Do you masturbate Peter... does it hurt when you play with your penis?" The boy looked absolutely shocked as Sheila looked into his eyes. His face immediately coloured up, blotches of purple spreading over his cheeks as he tried to protest. 

"Oh noo miss... I mean... er no I haven't er... I haven't er touched myself...er that way... oh please miss honestly... I have never done that."

Sheila could hardly believe his reply and yet looking at his face she knew that it was true. 'My God', she thought... a real virgin in every sense of the word. 

"Well Peter, you will have to have something done about it. But for the moment you are here to have your bottom spanked." She looked over his shoulder as Cynthia entered the room.

Peter blushed profusely, trying to turn his head as he heard the door open and close and the proximity of movement behind him. It was the voice of Mrs. Mountford that suddenly made him shudder from head to foot. Her voice was loud and firm as she addressed him. 

"Now keep still Peter, surely you are in enough trouble already." She moved past him and sat down on the hard-backed chair which had been placed in front of him. Immediately the boy began to shiver when he saw her rubber apron and the shiny ebony hairbrush clasped in her long articulate fingers. He shuddered in both fear and sexual emotion as Sheila retracted his foreskin one more time before letting him go. 

Her deft touch had left his penis semi erect and throbbing visibly. To his horror Mrs. Mountford reached towards his groin and grasped his penis, squeezing the sensitive flesh as she pulled him to her side. "Come along Peter over you go. Within seconds she had the boy across her lap with his hands braced against the carpet and his head hanging down over the side of the chair. The rubber apron felt cold and smooth against his genitals as Mrs. Mountford placed her hand on his bottom and squeezed the flesh of his buttocks as if gauging their pliability. Peter felt utterly helpless, his helplessness rudely exacerbated, as he felt the cheeks of his bottom being spread to reveal his sphincter. His cheeks burned as he looked at the carpet only inches from his face. He was acutely aware of his naked bottom being raised in the air and the feel of Mrs. Mountford's firm and shapely legs as his penis pressed against the thin rubber apron.

In the same instance, he felt his legs being lifted up, as Sheila sat down behind him and hoisted his shins up underneath her arms. She rested his knees upon hers as she held his legs apart and placed her cool hands on the backs of his thighs. He shuddered in dread, his whole being utterly humiliated by the two beautiful women. He gasped as they held him with his bottom in the air and his legs spread wide apart. Cynthia looked at Sheila and spread the cheeks of the boy's bottom apart, showing her the neat puckered rosebud of his sphincter. Sheila nodded showing her delight and approval at the perfection of the young boy's body.

Cynthia raised the brush and looked at Sheila before taking aim.

"Slapppp!"

"Arggghhh." Peter cried out in surprise and anguish at the severity of the stroke, as the hard ebony wood of the hairbrush smacked against the tender flesh of his upturned bottom for the first time.

"Crack, crack!!!" The first strokes of the hairbrush all landed on the left cheek of his buttocks. "Crack!!! Crack!!! Crack!!" Mrs Mountford started a steady cadence of strokes, each sharp smack leaving a vivid red mark as she applied the hairbrush to his bottom. She made sure that every stroke landed on exactly the same area of his left buttock. There was no respite as Mrs. Mountford took up a steady rhythm, placing each stroke accurately on top of the preceding one.

It seemed like no time at all that thirty sharp strokes had been applied to this one particular area of his bottom. The pain was absolutely intense as Peter cried out in anguish. He wriggled and shivered as the pain seared through his bottom. "Oh pleeeeeease Miss... er please noooooo more... please I can't stand any more!"

Cynthia was sure that the boy was near to breaking point as she altered the positioning of her strokes to his right cheek. She knew that his cries were genuine as she proceeded to redden the pale flesh of his right buttock, again keeping the strokes one on top of the other. He wriggled and cried out as his chastisement proceeded without interruption. The pain continued to build and build, making him cry out in absolute and utter anguish. 

"Oh please no... oh no more I really can't stand any more oh please. Arggghhh arggghhhh... arggghhhhhhhh. Pleeeeeeeaaase noooooooooooo." 

It was only a few minutes later before Cynthia heard the boy begin to sob pitifully... she knew that his spirit and his endurance had come to an end. He began to cry incessantly, his sobbing, a testament to his pain and despair. Cynthia diligently continued spanking him with the hairbrush, until he had received thirty strokes to the second cheek. She could hear his utter distress as he wailed incessantly, hardly able to speak.

"Oh pleeeease Misss... please nooo more. I really can't take any more... oh please miss I am sooo sorry." 

Mrs Mountford dropped the brush to the floor and began to smack the soft flesh of his buttocks with her hand. She began to scold him as she delivered the satisfying slaps to his upturned bottom. "Well Peter, do you think that you will remember to have more concern for other people. Do you think that you will remember your smacked bottom?"

"Oh please misss... oh please noo more." Peter sobbed; his naked young body shivering as Mrs Mountford stopped smacking him and placed her hand gently over his reddened bottom.

His tears were flowing freely as Cynthia and Sheila gently got him up to a standing position. He tried to rub his bottom, but Cynthia quickly took hold of his wrists and made him place his hands upon his head. His face was contorted in pain as tears rolled down his cheeks. As he sobbed he drew in his breath, almost choking as he tried to deal with the hurt to his bottom. Mrs Mountford took his head in her hands, standing so close to him that her breasts pressed against his chest. She could see the utter distress in his eyes as she gently wiped away some of his tears from his cheeks.




The Date



"Come along now, you have had your punishment. Now let me get you over to the corner so you can reflect on your hurts. Keep you hands on your head and face the corner. Come along now!" Both Sheila and Cynthia propelled him to the corner until he was almost touching the bookcases. Peter could not believe that they were going to make him spend time in the corner until he felt a sudden sharp slap to his bottom. 

"Stand up straight with your legs spread apart and stay there. You will spend fifteen minutes reflecting upon your punishment while you are facing the corner. I am going to arrange some medicated and soothing lotion for your sore bottom. However if you move I will give you exactly the same punishment over again. It will be no more and no less, but an exact repetition of what you have already experienced." 

Cynthia slapped his bottom three times with the palm of her hand. "Smack... smack..smackkkk." She stood by his side and looked at his face. "Do you understand me Peter?" Peter could do nothing but sob as Mrs. Mountford watched him. "Oh please miss... yes... er I will stay here."

"Very well then Peter, I will leave you to reflect upon your hurts." Now stand up straight. Get your feet spread wide apart on the carpet. Come along now... further apart than that." She slipped her hand between the inside of his thighs and slapped the inner flesh until he had shuffled his feet well apart. "Now stay as you are, if you dare to move I shall spank you again."

*

Andrea had been in her element. She had observed his body in every detail and had delighted in his acquiescence during his punishment. 'So malleable', she thought as she had watched him shiver and sob as he had been beaten. She got up from her chair and tiptoed down the corridor to the hallway. She was impatient to compare notes with her mother and Aunt Sheila. What a beautiful boy, she could hardly wait to have him under her power. To be able to caress his flesh and feel his plump penis and balls whenever she wished.

It was just fifteen minutes later that Andrea pushed the small trolley into the room. She was delighted to see that Peter was standing exactly as he had been placed. He tried to look around as he heard her enter. She heard him gasp in shock as he suddenly realised that it was her when he heard her voice. 

"Poor Peter... did it hurt very much?"

"Oh please miss... oh no er please don't look at me like this... oh pleeeeeeeeeease nooooooooo."

Peter immediately took his hands from his head and clasped his hands over his genitals. He bent forward, his head touching the bookcase as he tried to cower so that she could not see his front.

Andrea smiled to herself as she stood behind him. "Now don't be embarrassed. I know how shy you are, but mummy says that you are to obey me. She is only in the corridor, so she may come in at any time. She says that you are to stay with your hands upon your head until I can get you bending over my knees. I have brought some lotion to put on your sore bottom, it is really red and mummy doesn't want you to blister. Please be a good boy Peter! I have to do exactly what she says otherwise I think she may smack you again. I know it must really have hurt you. Please Peter, put your hands back on your head and stand up straight."

Peter was in turmoil... he just didn't know what to do. The thought of Andrea seeing him naked shocked him to the core, but for her to see him like this... sobbing with his bare bottom reddened from a sound spanking, made him feel near to fainting. He stifled a sob as Andrea moved closer to him. To his utter shame she reached around his waist and took hold of his wrists, her young body pressing against his back as she tried to lift his hands away from his genitals. "Please Peter, I have to do it."

Sobbing with shame, Peter relaxed his arms allowing Andrea to lift them on to his head. "Oh please miss," he sobbed as Andrea stroked his back. Please I don't want you to see me like this... oh miss I am so ashamed."

Andrea was thrilled that he was calling her Miss rather than Andrea. She knew that the shift in their relationship had never been far away. His acquiescence when she had made him put his hands by his sides while she kissed him in the car had proved to her that her dominance of him could be accomplished quite easily.

She moved back and spoke to him again. "It is very late Peter, please do as I say and I promise you that it will all be over before you know it. Now turn around and face me. Keep you hands upon your head... come along now."

Peter was trembling from head to foot as he turned around. He blushed profusely as he saw her. The short baby-doll nightdress and her long bare legs made him blush as much as his utter shame at being displayed naked in front of her.

Andrea was careful not to look down at his genitals. Instead she looked him in the eye and smiled compassionately at him. "Poor baby, I know you must be embarrassed, but I have to do this. Now keep your hands on your head and go and stand facing that chair."

She could see that the boy was trembling from head to foot as she looked away from him and took hold of the handles of the small trolley. She had brought a variety of creams and unguents as well as a box of medicated wipes. She had covered the jars and containers by laying a towel over the top of the trolley.

As she turned she saw that Peter was standing obediently in front of the chair where he had been spanked. She pushed the trolley to the side of the chair, allowing enough room for the boy to stand in between.

She could see that his whole upper body was suffused in a red blush. She avoided looking at him as she sat down on the chair. She looked towards the trolley as if in thought; savouring the moment when she would look at him. Slowly she turned her head and looked straight at his genitals. She knew that he was blushing furiously as he stood naked and ashamed in front of her. His body was trembling violently as she carefully observed his penis and testicles. She was utterly delighted with what she saw. Slowly she raised her head and looked at his face. He had raised his head and was looking upwards, his face a picture of pure anguish and humiliation.

"Look at me Peter." Her voice was gentle but insistent as she placed her hand gently on his left hip. He shivered at her touch and looked down, blushing instantly as she caught his eye. She knew that he would not be able to help himself from looking at her sheer nightdress and bare legs. She kept her eyes on his - and watched as he tried to avoid looking anywhere else, but at her face. Gently, she smoothed her fingers over his hip, observing him as his eyes darted to her legs and then back to her face. She reached out and placed her other hand on his right hip. She could feel a shudder run through his body at her intimate touch and his own naked vulnerability.

Peter felt absolutely defenceless and exposed as he stood before the young girl. He desperately wanted to lower his hands and clasp his genitals. The helplessness of standing before her with his hands on his head made him aware of every inch of his nakedness. Andrea held his hips, delighting in his shame and his acquiescence. She looked down again at his plump genitalia, glorying in his shame as she saw his foreskin slowly retract as his penis began to swell.

Peter was acutely aware of his penis as he felt the first throb of his impending arousal. He shivered with shame as a second pulse of emotion throbbed within his penis. He felt utterly bereft of any self-esteem. His emotions were so stretched that he sobbed as he spoke.

"Oh please miss... oh please... I'm sorry... I feel so ashamed." Andrea felt a thrill run through her body as she realised she had him totally at her mercy.

"Poor baby... my you have had a difficult time. Just come around to my side." She pressed against his hips until he had managed to shuffle around to the right side of the chair in front of the trolley. "Come along then sweet child lay across my lap and I will get that little bottom of yours feeling a little more comfortable."

To his horror Andrea nonchalantly reached forward with her left hand and scooped up his penis and testicles. He shuddered in shame as she held them firmly. 

"Oh pleeease nooo miss... oh... ah oooh."

Quickly she slipped her right arm around his waist and bent him forward. She watched him reach out with his hands as he lost his balance and fell across her lap. In a delicious moment she positioned his penis and testicles between her legs and then extricated her hand before squeezing her thighs together.

"There we are Peter, now just lie still while I attend to your bottom. Are you comfortable Peter? Just tell me if you start to feel uncomfortable!"

Peter could not manage to answer. He could not believe that he had been made to lay naked over the lap of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. The very girl that he would have liked to impress with his maturity. Andrea... the one girl that had come to occupy his dreams, night after night! He had never felt so ashamed or humiliated. He could not help sobbing with shame and abject despair.

Andrea was in heaven as she looked down on the bare upturned buttocks of the young boy. She squeezed her thighs together waiting for the inevitable answering throb of his penis. Gently she raised her knees, pressing her tiptoes against the carpet and gently rubbed her thighs against each other. She heard him gasp as the tender flesh of her inner thighs rubbed sensuously against his penis.

Andrea realised just how easily she had obtained the first part of her goal. Here he laid... his naked upturned bottom over her lap. His psyche subdued and acquiescent to her will. She allowed herself a moment to examine his bottom. With utter glee she saw that the marks of the hairbrush where vivid against his pale skin. She leaned her head forward and with a shiver of delight, placed the flat of her palm across his buttocks. 

"Now keep still Peter, I don't want to hurt your poor bottom. My, my... it does look red." Peter gasped feeling helpless as he felt her hand smooth across his upturned bottom. He felt hopelessly inadequate, utterly foolish and stupid as she spoke to him as if he were a child. "Poor, poor baby, I am just going to part your buttocks, I promise to be very gentle... now, here we go... just relax there's a good boy."

She heard Peter stifle a sob as she placed her fingers delicately on each side of the deep crevice of his bottom. "Remember... just relax now," she cooed, as she plied the flesh open. Peter shuddered as she scored her finger along the deep crevice, her nail brushing over his sphincter. She could feel him tense his muscles anxiously as she examined the neat opening of his bottom. "Well Peter, you seem to be alright there. Now stay absolutely still while I reach for the cream."

He gasped again as she squeezed her legs together. Despite his utter embarrassment, she could feel his penis becoming erect between her thighs. Deliberately she let her legs rub together as she reached for the towel and uncovered the jars. She took a plastic bottle and held it over his buttocks. "Now don't move Peter, this may sting a little." 

"Oh please nooo miss, I am alright now... oh please miss don't."

She saw his buttocks contract as she poured the cool liquid into the crease of his bottom. Deftly she slipped her hand along the crevice, smoothing her fingers firmly over his sphincter as she coated her hand with cream.

"Now don't be silly Peter, of course you have to have your bottom attended to."

Delicately she began to apply the liquid to the cheeks of his bottom. Her hands were slow and sensual, as time after time again, she dipped into the crease of his bottom, each time probing more firmly as he squirmed upon her lap.

"Poor baby Peter, does that feel better. You have been such a brave boy."

Several times she changed to a different cream as he squirmed and shivered over her lap. She ignored his protestations, realising that he was acutely aware of his burgeoning erection.

"There, there... poor baby, does that feel nice and cool on your bottom?" She continued, delighting in each touch, her hands skilfully eliciting sexual sensation from the boy. She ignored his obvious attempts to evade her touch; his body shivered and trembled as her hands moving expertly over his bottom. She slipped her right hand between his legs, letting her fingers stroke against his perineum. Skilfully she let her fingers tease the small hairs at the base of his penis. She leaned forward so that she could see how he was reacting to each subtle and deft touch of her fingers. Each intrusive and intimate touch of her hands, was accompanied by, squeezing or rubbing, her legs together. 

Her proficiency and competence exquisitely plundered his young body of every sexual sensation. Artfully she probed and stroked his most intimate areas in an almost callous and torturous extraction of his innermost feelings. He gasped and moaned as she aroused him to a fever pitch. With a delight she had never experienced before, she kneaded and prodded his flesh. His gasps and groans of sexual torment and anguish were music to her ears as she toyed with him as if in a reverie. 

Suddenly she felt a sudden change in him, realising that he was close to ejaculating as his penis begin to pulse and throb violently against the sensitive inner flesh of her thighs. She quickly took her hands away from him when she realised what was happening. Raising her right hand she smacked him hard upon his buttocks. The sharp staccato slap was designed to avert any sexual release. 

"There we are," she said brightly. "I think that will do." I am going to let you up now. But first you must promise me that you will obey my mother's instructions and place your hands upon your head as soon as you are standing upright."

Peter was in a haze of embarrassment. He knew that his penis was erect and throbbing violently. He did not know what to do. 

"Oh please miss er please... may I cover myself misss... oh please."

"Of course not you silly boy!" She said brightly, as if it were the strangest request in the world." You know what mummy has instructed. Surely you don't want another spanking. Your bottom is very sore, it will hurt terribly if she has to take you over her knee and use that wicked hairbrush on your bare bottom again. Now come along... up you get and let's have no nonsense. Now promise me that you will put your hands on top of your head straight-away. Now... do you promise me?"

Peter sobbed with humiliation, but made no reply. Wickedly, Andrea raised her right hand and smacked him smartly across both cheeks of his bottom. His reaction was immediate. "Oooohhh arggghh." He wriggled his bottom and shivered as she raised her hand again and smacked him again. 

"Oh please noo... er miss. I promise." He shivered and shook as his tears of shame began to flow freely. 

"Oh pleeease miss... I am so embarrassed."

"Alright sweetie", she said softly. Just do as I ask and stand up with your hands upon your head. It really is for your own good that you obey me."

Andrea put her hands around his waist and helped him to stand upright. She could see the utter humiliation and embarrassment in his eyes as he stood upright next to her chair and nervously placed his hands on his head, reluctantly leaving his body bared to her gaze.

She remained seated and placed her arm around the back of his legs, letting her hand slide upward over his bottom. She deliberately looked at his erect penis, feeling his body shiver in utter embarrassment as she leisurely stroked her hand over his buttocks. She was delighted to see that his penis was standing out from his body facing upwards at an angle of forty-five degrees. The foreskin had receded so that the smooth corona of the glans-penis was now fully exposed. 

She was also delighted to see how big his penis had grown. She watched fascinated, as his swollen member throbbed and pulsed, the shaft moving up and down under its own volition. She looked up at his blushing face. His head was tilted upwards towards the ceiling. Andrea knew that his humiliation was such that he wanted to distance himself from his embarrassing predicament in any way that he could.

She stood up and faced him, her breasts naked, save for the diaphanous material of her night-dress, pressed against his chest as she looked him in the eye. She moved her feet forward until she could feel the tip of his penis touch her bare legs.

"Stay still and look at me Peter." Her voice seemed to compel him to obey her. She took his head in her hands and kissed him full on the lips. Again she forced her tongue into his mouth and kissed him deeply. As she drew her head back, she was delighted to see a look of pure love and supplication in his eyes. 

"Well sweet boy, I am going to let you get dressed and go home now. You have been a very brave boy and I am very proud of you. I will also be very proud to go out with you again." She kissed him lightly on the cheek and turned away. She knew that he was watching her bare legs as she exited the room.

Andrea had had time to freshen her make-up and brush her beautiful blonde hair before putting on a towelling dressing gown over her nightdress and sitting in the hallway, waiting for him to finish dressing. As he entered the hall, she was delighted to see him blush to a deep red and avert his eyes. Quickly she opened the front door and waited for him. She lightly kissed him on the cheek and ushered him through, closing the door firmly behind him.

2

Andrea had been sitting with her friend Antonia in the school canteen for almost half an hour and she still had not seen Peter come for his lunch. Like most pretty girls Andrea attracted friends that were also pretty. Her friend, Antonia, was slim and petite. She had almost jet-black hair, which was cut fashionably short, accenting the lush and perfect condition. Her breasts were small and firm and thrust sexily against her silk blouse, jutting out firmly without the aid or need of a bra. Like Andrea, Antonia's family were, financially, very well-off, which enabled her to spend a considerable amount on her appearance. 

Her superb figure allowed her to wear the most fashionable of clothes; her long legs and firm breasts were always clad in the highest quality materials. She, like Andrea, would often attract the sly and longing looks of many of the boys at the college.

Andrea looked pensive for a moment and then smiled to herself. 'Of course', she thought, 'he would obviously be so embarrassed that he would avoid any contact with me, especially in a public room and sitting next to Antonia.' Andrea smiled to herself and got up from her table. She whispered to Antonia and winked before she set off to walk down the corridor to the restrooms and reapply her make-up. 

Andrea and Antonia had no secrets from each other. Antonia had been kept informed of Andrea's plans for Peter and had made a point of arriving earlier that morning so that she could find out how the evening had gone. It had taken over an hour for Andrea to relay every detail of Peter's treatment. Antonia had interrupted her friend several times to ensure that she did not miss any of the delicious details of the young boy's humiliation.

Andrea checked her appearance in the mirror, smiling at her own reflection as she admired and accepted without modesty, the exquisite beauty of her face and figure. Confident of her perfect grooming, she headed out of the building and toward the far end of the school grounds. She had often seen Peter sitting and reading on the lawns towards the rear of the college. This area was not popular with most students, being the only part of the extensive lawns, which did not have a view of the sports fields. As Andrea headed up the rise... she smiled to herself as she saw him. He was laid out, face down on the grass, reading. There were several textbooks laid around him and she presumed rightly, that he would have been there for some time.




The Date



She watched him turn his head towards her just as she reached his position. She observed with delight, the deep blush that suffused his face in its entirety as soon as he saw her. She did not speak, but sat down on the grass beside him and looked into his eyes. "Well Peter, I was waiting for you in the canteen. I waited for over half an hour before I came looking for you. What are you doing here? Didn't you want to see me?" 

Although Andrea's words might have been similar to that of a normal conversation, between boy and girl; her authoritarian tone had Peter blushing profusely.

In fact Peter could hardly articulate his words, such was his embarrassment. "Oh er no erm Miss. I am ...erm just embarrassed." He looked down at the grass. I erm, just er didn't know whether you would erm... want to see me again... erm after... erm... yesterday."

Andrea placed the palm of her hand softly against his cheek, watching him blush again as she leaned her head close to his. "Silly boy, of course I want to see you again. I have some very good news for you. Well I hope it will be good news... if you want to see me again, that is?"

Andrea could see the look of longing in his eyes as he answered her. "Oh yes... er Miss... I would love to see you again." She watched him as he looked down in embarrassment. 

Her delight showed in her face as she raised his head, her fingers placed gently under his chin. 

"Well let me tell you about it. My mother telephoned your mother today, to see if she thought you would like to stay with us during the summer vacation. Mother thought you might enjoy the pool and the tennis courts - and that you would be good company for me while she and my aunt are at work. Your mother was delighted, it seems she can now go and visit some of her relations while you are with us." She saw the look of anxiety on his face and the deep flush of red which followed. 

"Don't worry Peter; mother would never mention your smack-bottom." She smiled brightly at him, as she enjoyed his embarrassment at her mention of his spanking. The huge blush that covered his face made him tilt his head down towards his book. Andrea leaned forward and laid her hand gently on his bottom. "Does it still hurt, Peter?" She could see that he was so embarrassed, that he could hardly breathe. "Don't worry Peter, I would never mention it front of anyone, but you were a very brave boy."

Had Peter actually heard the conversation between Mrs. Mountford and his mother, he might have thought very differently about the placation that had been proffered by Andrea...

..."Hello, is that Mrs. Trent? It's Cynthia Mountford here... Andrea's mother. ...yes... yes, she enjoyed herself tremendously and said that Peter was the perfect partner for the evening. That was really the point of my call. As they are off school for the next nine weeks, Andrea suggested that I invite Peter to stay with us for a while. Before I extend the invitation to him, I wondered whether it would be permissible and of course whether it would fit in with your plans? ...Oh really, well if that is the case, I will telephone Andrea and ask her to invite Peter. I am sure that he will enjoy the pool and the tennis courts. He is welcome to stay for the whole period that you will be away. We are quite relaxed here so why don't we just leave it that you will call when you return. I am quite happy to have Peter as our guest for the whole nine weeks. So please feel free to extend your visit to your relatives if you feel so inclined. I am sure Peter will be very happy and comfortable with us." 

The conversation meandered for a while before Cynthia casually turned its course to her purpose. 

"Peter seems a very handsome and healthy young man, but as I am the Matron of the Birchwood hospital, I have to ask this question. Should I know of any medication or special dietary considerations he may need while he is here? ...Oh really well that's good to hear. Does Peter get a regular check-up? ...Yes it can be expensive... but you are right, he will get a free medical examination when he enters university at the end of the summer. However, as it has been quite some time since he was examined, I could have a look at him for you while he is staying here! The hospital will do the usual fluid tests for me without charge... and of course a clean bill of health is always reassuring isn't it? ...Oh no trouble at all I assure you... pleased to be of help. Being Matron can have advantages at times! I have to have written confirmation of course ...so if you could scribble a note of permission and pop it into an envelope for me, Peter could bring it with him when he comes later this afternoon. Would that be alright? ...Wonderful, I look forward to meeting you at some point... and do have a pleasant visit with your sister."

* The bombshell came after dinner. Peter was seated next to Andrea at the dining table, facing Cynthia Mountford and her sister. He had felt very gauche and uncomfortable at first as they had all sat down to dinner. The knowledge that Mrs Mountford had taken him over her knees and smacked his bared bottom had sent a shiver of embarrassment through his young body. Although Andrea had told Peter to just dress causally, but with a jacket, Andrea had put on a very smart white and quite revealing tunic dress. She had deliberately left the top three buttons undone, allowing the firm swell of her breasts to show as she leaned forward. 

A young and extremely pretty maid served the meal. Although the dinner was informal, the young maid wore a traditional back dress and white apron. What was less traditional was that her loose-fitting 'A-line' skirt was extremely short, showing off most of her beautifully long and slender legs. Her waist, which, was tightly cinched with a wide waistband, showed that her stomach was perfectly flat. Her breasts, were very full and wonderfully firm, unusually so for such a slender torso... jutting outwards and upwards from her slender ribcage. Peter had looked at her several times to make sure, before he realised that he could actually see the clear outline of her nipples against the silky material of her uniform. Although he had little time to ponder over the young maid, her extremely brief and revealing dress did seem at odds with her role as maid to the household. 

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Earlier Andrea had shown him his room, which included his own 'on-suite' bathroom. She had been careful to keep their conversation to the demonstration of the various fittings of the room... where the towels and toiletries were kept... the operation of the motorised curtains, which covered the panoramic window ...etc. She had mentioned that Kate, their maid, would attend to his laundry and the changing of his bed linen and that she would keep his clothes and room tidy for him. To Peter's surprise, after he had been shown the gardens and pool area by Andrea and returned to his room, he saw that the maid had unpacked all of his belongings and arranged them neatly within the drawers and fitted wardrobes.

Andrea, Cynthia and Sheila had made sure that they put Peter at his ease as best they could as they all sat through the meal. Cleverly they had carefully avoided asking him any direct questions. Instead they had casually included him in the general conversation. The young maid had caught Andrea's eye several times as she served the meal and had given her a knowing look. As the meal was finished it was Peter that spoke and unknowingly prompted the start of his own demise. "Oh... er Mrs. Mountford... I almost forgot. My mother gave me a letter to give to you." Peter had managed not to blush as he addressed Cynthia. He reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved a sealed envelope, which he handed across the large modern oak table towards her. Had he known the contents of the letter, he might have been far less forthcoming!

Cynthia avoided looking at either Andrea or Sheila as she took the envelope. She could already feel a frisson of excitement emanating from Andrea as she opened the letter and silently read the contents. She did not look up as Kate, the young maid, started to clear away the plates. It was as if the maid already knew the contents of the letter and wanted to be in the room to see what would happen. Cynthia waited for a moment before addressing the young boy. 

"Oh thank you Peter, yes I almost forgot. I had asked your mother if there was any medication that you required while you were staying here with us. She told me that you were generally very healthy, but that you have not had a medical check-up for two years. Two years is a very long time between health checks... so... as I am Matron at the local private hospital, I made an offer to your mother, to give you a medical check-up while you are here." 

She watched his face quickly blush to a deep beetroot red as he realised the import of her statement. He suddenly looked down at the table to hide his acute embarrassment as she continued.

"My sister and I are both qualified nurse-practitioners, so we will be able to give you a most thorough physical examination. Your mother obviously thinks a lot about your welfare. In fact, I think she was really worried that it had been so long since you last saw a medical professional. She was certainly pleased when I told her that you could be examined without cost, especially when I have a surgery right here in the house." She watched the boy's cheeks continue to glow with embarrassment as she leaned back and continued.

"Well Peter, we might as well do it right away and then we won't have to worry about you while you are here." They all looked at the young boy as he sat rooted to his chair. They could see that his face was glowing bright red even though he was looking down at the table. His young body was shivering with embarrassment as he vainly tried to hide his shame. Cynthia continued as if she had said nothing to embarrass the young boy. 

"I'll let Andrea take you to the surgery. When you get there, I want you to strip off and fold your clothes neatly. I want you fully undressed, as this will be a very thorough examination. Now I know you will be well behaved and not make a fuss, so off you go and Andrea will show you where to go and get undressed."

Peter was shivering and shaking with embarrassment as he got up from the table. His lips were trembling as he looked across at Mrs. Mountford. "Oh erm... please erm miss... I don't need erm... a medical... I am erm quite fit and well."

Cynthia could see that he was close to tears with the shame he was feeling as she spoke kindly to him. "Now Peter, your mother was so pleased with my suggestion that I could hardly go back on my promise. Just be a good boy and do as you are told. You already know what happens to little boys if they are naughty... and I know you wouldn't want me to have to ring your mother and tell her that I was going to have to smack your little bottom. I deliberately avoided telling her how naughty you had been in getting back late from the Prom... and that I have already had to spank you. Now you wouldn't want me to have to tell her that you have been naughty on a second occasion and that I was going to have to smack your bare bottom again... now would you?"

She was delighted as the boy looked down in humiliation and shivered with shame, seemingly resigned to what was in store for him. "Now take his hand Andrea and take him through to the surgery. If he misbehaves, I want you to smack his bare bottom for me. Will you promise me that you will spank him if he is naughty?"

Andrea looked at her mother. The expression on her face was serious as she saw Peter look at her out of the corner of his eye. 

"Oh mother, I know Peter will be perfectly good. He really is very well behaved at school. I'm quite sure that I won't need to smack his bottom. He is my friend and I know he wouldn't let me down."

Andrea turned to Peter and waited while he raised his head. She looked him in the eyes as she spoke. "You wouldn't make me have to smack your bare bottom, would you Peter, I would be so embarrassed?" Andrea looked at his panic-stricken expression. She hoped Peter did not realise that she would not be in the least embarrassed; in fact she could hardly wait to have his bared bottom over her knees.

Peter's eyes were glistening with tears as he looked up at Andrea. "Oh.. please nooo miss. I really will be good." The last part of his sentence was almost a cry of anguished embarrassment as he looked down at his feet.

Cynthia spoke again, her voice firm and resolute. "Right off you go both of you."

Andrea led him through the downstairs corridors of the large modern house towards the surgery. The surgery had been used by her late father to consult with his private patients and although it had not been used since his untimely death, however like all the rooms in the house, it was always kept clean and in pristine condition.

Peter trudged the last few yards to the white painted door of the surgery. He did not dare to look at Andrea or to speak to her, as she held his arm and guided him as if he were a young child. He stood still, his body still shivering with acute embarrassment as she opened the door and beckoned him through. 

The room was extremely large and very well appointed. Hygienic black and white tiles covered the entire floor. The room was dominated by a large overhead surgical lamp, beneath which stood a medical examination couch. The leather surface was covered with a crisp white sheet, which hid the stirrup attachments beneath it. To the right of the couch was a large set of scales and behind that a row of three sinks with shelves of medical paraphernalia above the gleaming stainless steel. To the side of the sinks was an open doorway leading into a large tiled bathroom. 

Had Peter been able to see inside the brightly lit bathroom, he may have felt even more embarrassed than he did at the moment. Unknown to Peter, immediately after Cynthia Mountford's conversation with his mother, Cynthia and Sheila had inspected and set out the bathroom in singular preparation for his examination. 

A low rubber covered bench had been moved to the middle of the room, to the side of it had been placed a table, on top of which, were several large bulbous ended glass syringes. There could have been no mistaking their purpose, or for that matter, that of an elevated plastic bag of fluid which was suspended from tall, chromium plated stand above the bench. The bag was partly encased by a cloth sleeve, which contained a small heating element to keep the contents at an optimum temperature. 

A red rubber tube snaked down from the bag to the tabletop. The end of the tube was fitted with a shiny metal nozzle, which was gently curved. The phallic shaped device broadened quite rapidly and then narrowed. Behind the narrow part was a flange, which was shaped so that it would fit snugly against the sphincter. The tip of the nozzle ended in a small oval ball. A large gaping aperture in the end of the ball allowed water to be expelled in quite copious amounts and was controlled by a small tap, which was set into the handle of the nozzle. The nozzle had been placed on the table beside several jars of lubricant. 

Next to the jars stood a metal shaving-mug and shaving-brush, alongside which, were several safety razors and a variety of other instruments. The purpose of some of the instruments, such as the three sizes of speculums would have been instantly recognizable, whereas other medical paraphernalia looked ominous without seeming to have an immediately recognizable purpose. On a shelf beneath the tabletop were a variety of bowls, jugs, washcloths and towels. 

Behind the bench, against the wall, was a series of sinks and next to them stood a modern surgical stainless steel toilet bowl, which was custom set into the floor. Next to the toilet bowl was a stainless steel bidet with a number of taps and controls at each side of it. Above the sinks were sets of shelves upon which had been placed neatly folded rubber aprons and boxes of surgical gloves. To the other side of the room was a large white bathtub with a flexible shower attachment and to the right of that was a large stainless steel autoclave.

Andrea smiled to herself as Peter looked anxiously around the room. Within the main surgery and to the left of the examination couch was a modern office desk. One chair had been placed in front of the desk and behind it was a comfortable executive chair. The surface of the desk was finished in a gleaming white acrylic material, upon which had been placed a clipboard and several sheets of paper next to a very modern switchboard type of telephone. One corner of the room was curtained off to make a small privacy cubicle... and it was to this portion of the room, that Andrea led Peter.

She turned him towards her and took his face in her hands, her soft palms placed against each burning cheek. As soon as she was able to look into his eyes, she could see the full extent of his abject embarrassment and humiliation. She felt a rush of excitement run through her beautiful body as she spoke to him, relishing the look of utter anguish written across his innocent young face.

"Now Peter, go into the cubicle and get undressed, everything off including your underwear. Aunt Sheila will be down soon to start your examination. Now promise me you will be a good boy and not make a fuss." She pulled the curtain aside and pushed him through the opening. She watched him as he stood beside the small table and chair, which were the only furnishings of the cubicle. He seemed frozen in embarrassment and disbelief. 

"What's the matter Peter... do you want me to stay to help you get undressed?" 

Andrea saw the look of deep humiliation upon his face as he looked at her and protested. "Oh noooo.... erm no miss please erm... no... I will do it erm miss." 

She smiled, inwardly delighted at both his anguish and his acquiescence. 

"Well done Peter, I will draw the curtain for you. Try and hurry, but do fold your clothes properly, mummy hates untidiness." Andrea stepped back and drew the curtain closed, leaving Peter trembling as he contemplated his fate. His hands were shaking as he began to undress himself.

Peter's feelings were so acute that he could not have articulated them. He undressed in a haze of utter embarrassment. It seemed utterly alien for him to be once again undressing in Andrea's house and waiting to present himself naked to her mother. He shivered in embarrassment as he self-consciously removed his clothing. He felt close to tears as he stood in just his underpants and folded his trousers, laying them on the tabletop. 

Drawing in his breath he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pushed them down. He was shivering in humiliation as he stepped out of the shorts and tucked them under his trousers so that they could not be seen. He clasped his hands against his genitals as he stood naked, his flesh covered in goose bumps as he stood and waited.

Sheila took her time as she moved down the corridor. She had changed into her nursing uniform, allowing the thin white cotton material to move sexily against her body as she walked. She had dressed deliberately, making sure of her hair and makeup before deliciously slipping her uniform over her naked body. She loved the feeling of being entirely naked beneath her uniform. She delighted in the sensation of the smooth cotton material as it played against her skin; the feeling of letting it caress her breasts until she could feel her nipples suddenly become erect. She looked down at herself, noting with wicked delight, the sharp outline of the nubs of flesh as they pressed against the sheer cotton.

She turned the handle of the surgery door. As she entered, she was conscious of the sound of the boy's involuntary sharp intake of breath. She knew that he had probably been waiting in trepidation for the very moment that she would enter. She knew exactly how embarrassed the boy would be feeling, naked and vulnerable, wondering what was in store for him. She walked across to the cubical and immediately pulled back the curtain to see him cowering against the table with his hands covering his genitals. Sheila was delighted to see that her memory of his beautiful naked body was as accurate as she had hoped. 'What a delightful body and face,' she thought, as she looked him up and down.




The Date



"Now Peter, let us have no nonsense while I prepare you. You may call me Nurse Sheila... or just nurse. Now come along and follow me to the bathroom." She turned and led the reluctant youth, still clutching his genitals, towards the large white tiled room that she had helped prepare earlier in the day. She turned and watched his young face as he entered the room, delighting in his look of dread as he saw the bench and the table with the plethora of instruments and syringes that had been laid out on top of it.

"Alright Peter, I want you on the bench on your hands and knees... facing that way. I am going to give you an enema. Now don't look so shocked, you can't expect Matron to examine you without a thorough cleaning, now can you?" Sheila could tell that it was not only her words but also the beauty of her face and body that was having such a devastating effect upon the psyche of the young boy.

She was absolutely thrilled when she saw his stricken expression. He was standing shaking with embarrassment, his hand clasped against his genitals as he blushed profusely. "Come along, you will have to take your hands away from your body, if you are going to get into the position which I require. Now let's get the ground rules straight and get you to start obeying my instructions immediately, shall we? Stand up straight and place your hands by your sides!" 

Sheila did not wait to see him obey, but instead walked to shelves above the sinks and took a pair of rubber gloves, which she began to put on. She turned towards him, seeing him blush as she snapped the rubber gloves against her wrists and smoothed the rubber over her fingers. 

She was delighted to see that he had obeyed her at last. He stood shivering with shame, his hands twitching nervously by his sides, as he looked at her in deep humility. She made no pretence of being disinterested as she examined him from head to toe. Carefully she looked at his penis and testicles as he stood meekly with his hands by his sides. She could see that his penis was beautifully plump, but was even more intrigued to see that both his testicles were very swollen, keeping the skin of the scrotum tightly stretched around them.

"Right get up on the bench on your hands and your knees. Come along, no dawdling now, we have a lot to get through." She moved behind the bench as she saw him blush to a deep crimson. She watched as he turned towards the bench and clumsily got up on to it on his hands and knees. She smiled as she saw that he had placed his knees tightly together. He looked around at her curiously, his blushing face advertising his utter shame.

"Right young man. I want your knees spread as far apart as the width of the bench will allow. It is well padded so you will be quite comfortable."

She waited for a moment as he struggled with his modesty. Slowly she watched him shuffle his knees to the outer extremity of the bench. His penis and testicles were clearly visible as she moved forward and tapped the inside of his thighs with her fingertips. "A bit further Peter, there is still plenty of room... get your legs much further apart."

She could see him blush and struggle with his embarrassment as he finally got his knees to each side of the bench. Sheila could clearly see his penis and testicles hanging down between his legs as she delivered another blow to his modesty.

"Well done, that's better... now go down onto your elbows and rest your head upon your hands... lay your head so that it is turned to your right."

She could see him shiver with embarrassment as her words sank in. His whole frame was twitching nervously as he lowered his body until his forearms were flat against the rubber surface. Gradually he spread out his elbows, allowing the top of his chest to touch the cool surface. It seemed to be with a weary acceptance that he laid his head on his hands. Sheila had made sure that by instructing him to lay with his head turned to the right, that he would have a full and perhaps reluctant view of her preparations.

Peter was in turmoil; his face was burning with shame as he adopted his humiliating position. He was aware that the cheeks of his bottom were now spread wide open and that his penis and testicles were hanging down between his legs, rudely and shamefully on view to the young nurse.

"There, what a clever young boy you are. Now just stay where you are until I am finished with you." She looked at his blushing face as she buried her fingers into one of the jars of lubricant. She could not resist re-coating her fingers liberally as she saw him watching her every move.

"Now Peter, I want you to relax your little bottom so that I can slip my finger up inside you. Just r-e-l-a-x... she almost murmured the words as she moved behind him and placed her left hand upon his quivering buttocks. Sheila felt a tingle of excitement run through her body as slowly and deliberately, she slipped her fingers between the cheeks of his bottom. 

Her first intimate touch upon his flesh made Peter moan with utter embarrassment. He felt utterly foolish and helpless in his open and vulnerable position; the utter ignominy of having to allow her hands full access to intimately explore between his buttocks.

"Now just keep still like a good little boy." Her words belittled him further as she gently stroked her finger over his sphincter. She smiled to herself as her first intimate contact made him gasp out loud. Quickly she began to stroke her fingertip along the crease of his bottom, watching his sphincter recoil each time she brushed over the sensitive rosebud of flesh. 

"Now Peter, take a deep breath please." Her softly uttered words caused the boy even greater concern as the movement of her hand grew bolder. Her fingertip pressed hard against the quivering entrance to his bottom. Suddenly she saw the sphincter dilate and immediately probed against the quivering muscle, watching as her fingertip disappeared up inside him. 

"Oooohhhh arggghh." He cried out, as she deftly increased the pressure, sliding her whole finger right up inside his trembling bottom. His naked young body shivered and shook in an involuntary spasm as she impaled him thoroughly. 

"Shhhhh.... Just relax now." She quickly reached for the nozzle and slipped it beneath her fingertip. With a practiced motion she slipped her finger out of his bottom and at the same time substituted the round metal nozzle. 

"Nice deep breaths now Peter!" 

"Oh noooo please Nurse!"

Ignoring his protestations she slipped the device upwards, watching as the flesh stretched around the broadening metal nozzle until suddenly his sphincter closed over the narrow part, seemingly sucking the device inwards until the broad flange stopped it. 

"Oooohhh argggh." He groaned as the nozzle invaded his anus. He tried to rear up as the device stretched his sphincter wider than he ever thought possible. Nonchalantly, Sheila pressed down firmly on the small of his back until he settled back into his position. 

"Now keep still, I don't want you to move until I have finished. You wouldn't want me to spank your bottom would you Peter? ...Well would you?"

She felt his body shudder with embarrassment. "Oh nooo... er please er misss... erm nurse."

She smiled as she saw his buttocks quivering as he tried to accommodate the sensation of the large nozzle now firmly embedded inside his bottom. She quickly took off her rubber gloves and threw them in the bin. Bending over him she laid her left hand over the cheek of his bottom as she turned the tap on the nozzle to the left. Before he could protest at the sudden influx of water, she slipped her hand between his thighs and cupped his testicles, letting her fingers gently encircle his bulging scrotum. 

He gasped with embarrassment as he felt her fingers gently close around his swollen testicles. He felt utterly helpless as she held him captive.

"You may feel some sensation in your penis and testicles... it often happens as the water goes in. It is perfectly normal... just relax and let the fluid do it's work." Sheila knew that the sensation of the water rushing inside him would be quite intense. She could feel his body shivering as he breathed deeply. 

"Oooooohhhhh.... Oh...oh!" Peter gasped as the water seemed to rush everywhere inside him. The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before.

Sheila let her forearm brush against the tip of his penis as she reached underneath him and held her flattened palm against his stomach. She let her other hand stroke over his buttocks as she comforted him. There now... be a brave boy... you are doing very well... just a little more to go before I stop it." Sheila moved to the sinks and prepared warm water in jugs and bowls, which she placed near the bench, before turning her attention back to the stricken young boy.

She waited for several more minutes before turning off the tap and once more slipping her hand under his stomach. She could feel his penis move against her forearm as she gently moved her hand over the lower part of his tummy.

"Right I want you to stay in that position for five minutes while I shave your bottom. I am going to take the nozzle out of your little bottom first... so take nice deep breaths for me please." It was as if she was indifferent to his feelings as she grasped the nozzle and immediately pulled it from his bottom in one deft movement.

"Arrrggghhh ooooOOOOHHHH." Peter cried out as his sphincter was stretched over the broad metal nozzle. "Ohhh... oooohhhhhhhhHHH."

He had hardly had time to come to terms with the stretching of his sphincter, when he felt a heavily lathered shaving brush slap between his buttocks. "Now do try and keep still, little boys can be so tiresome when they have to have their little bottoms shaved."

Peter wanted to protest, but felt so belittled that he kept silent as Sheila lathered every inch of his bottom before moving the brush brusquely over his scrotum. He felt near to fainting with embarrassment as the young nurse began to shave the crease of his bottom. Inch by inch the razor moved over his most intimate flesh. He gasped as she held his scrotum and pulled the skin tight as she shaved him behind his testicles.

"Right Peter, I want you to shuffle you knees together and then squeeze your buttocks tight. Come along let me see how you do." Sheila watched as the boy struggled to obey. His movements were awkward but he managed to accomplish the task.

"Now kneel up, but keep your buttocks clenched and shuffle over to the toilet and sit on it." She watched him as he got up. It was quite obvious to Sheila that his penis had become slightly engorged, although it still hung down between his legs. She watched as he shamefully shuffled to the toilet bowl and sat down. She knew that he would be utterly embarrassed when he released the enema. With a professional smile on her face she looked at him and waited, knowing that he would find it impossible to retain the enema for much longer. She quickly donned another pair of rubber gloves and gathered up a large wad of tissue. She moved forward just as she heard Peter expel.

Peter looked down in utter shame as the enema spilled from him in a rush. He blushed profusely as the water emptied noisily in the stainless steel toilet pan.

Sheila smiled at him and spoke.

"That's a good boy; now open your knees so I can reach underneath you." She saw the boy's stricken look as she reached between his legs, brushing her hand against his penis and testicles as she reached to wipe his bottom with the wad of tissue. Quickly she helped him stand up and sat him down on the bidet. She noted that the toilet pan contained almost clear water as she used the foot flush to empty the toilet pan.

"When did you last go to the toilet Peter?" Peter blushed as he looked at her. "Erm... just before dinner... erm nurse."

Sheila nodded as she reached down to the bidet controls and turned a tap. 

"Now keep your knees together and stay still. Don't you dare move an inch! I don't want water spilling everywhere." 

She smiled to herself as the boy sat bolt upright, when suddenly, the cold water jetted upwards against his sphincter. She watched while he sat there cocooned in shame as she let the cold-water pound up against his bottom. After a minute or so, she turned off the tap and took him by the arm. "Come along Peter... let's get the rest of you shaved." She watched him blush as she led him back to the bench. Water from the bidet was dripping down his legs as he stumbled rather than walked to the bench.

Sheila watched his face as she began to instruct him. "Right young Peter comes along now! Sit on the end of the bench and spread your legs out to each side, keeping your feet on the floor... then I want you to lie back on the bench with your arms spread out above your head." She watched as the import of her words dawned on him. His face suddenly flushed to a bright crimson as he realised the position he was to adopt. 

"Come along Peter, I can see that I will be spanking that little bottom of yours if you do not obey me a little more quickly." 

In a haze of embarrassment Peter obeyed, his face blushing profusely and his lips trembling as he spread his legs wide and then to his ultimate shame lay back with his arms outstretched on the bench above his head.

His mind was in complete turmoil; his emotions so stretched with embarrassment and humiliation as he looked up at the young nurse. Her cool expression and the beauty of her face made him shiver with shame, as he lay out naked before her. Had she been a stout matronly type, like the school nurse he may have felt less embarrassed. But her slender body and delicate features had him utterly stupefied. Her innocent face and studious air made Peter feel utterly ashamed of his nakedness in front of her.

Nonchalantly, Sheila pushed his knees even further apart, before taking off her gloves and reaching for the shaving foam and razor. With a little shiver of excitement running through her body, she bent over him and casually began to lather around his penis and testicles with the shaving brush, until the whole area was coated in thick white foam. She could see that he had turned his head away from her in his shame and that his face had turned from a bright red to a deep crimson as she put down the shaving brush and picked up the razor. It was a delicious moment for Sheila as she announced her intention. 

"Now Peter look at me. I am going to shave your entire pubic area... that includes your penis and testicles. Now I don't want to hear any protest from you... and I insist that you keep perfectly still. Do you understand me?"

Sheila could see that Peter was absolutely distraught as she looked at him directly. His lips were trembling and she could see tears of shame in his eyes. "Well Peter, are you going to obey me?"

His voice trembled as he almost whispered his replay. "Ooohhh... y'yes n'nurse."

Nonchalantly Sheila took a firm hold of the very tip of his penis between her finger and thumb and stretched it upwards away from his body as she spoke. "I am pleased to hear it Peter... now remember no fidgeting."

Peter gasped in utter shame as Sheila causally held his penis in her fingertips while she applied the razor to the shaft. Over the next few minutes, she shaved his entire pubic region, nonchalantly handling his penis as if it were of no consequence. She could feel the flesh gradually engorge under her hand as she deliberately stimulated it each and every time she touched it, all in the pretence of moving it out of the way of the razor. She heard him gasp several times and then suddenly cry out when she slipped her fingers around the head of the shaft and casually withdrew the foreskin as she placed his penis flat on his stomach, facing towards his naval. "Do stop being a baby, Peter, I have nearly finished shaving you... so for heaven's sake, please keep still."

Peter's shame knew no bounds as she casually slapped a washcloth against his pubis and wiped the remains of the lather away from his groin. She wiped between his legs several times, before leaning forward and carefully making sure that he was completely free of pubic hair. She lifted his scrotum examining the soft pink skin to make sure that not one hair had escaped her attention. Peter could feel the cool air against his freshly shaven skin; he had never felt so utterly naked and ashamed. He could not help looking down at himself, groaning with utter embarrassment as he saw that his penis was fully erect and was jutting out from his smooth and naked freshly depilated pubis. He turned his head away in anguish as Sheila spoke to him.

"Oh how embarrassing Peter..., look your penis has become erect! It just amazes me how children are unable to control their little penises." Her words seemed to reduce his stature to that of a young and immature child as he turned his head away in utter shame. "Well you had better keep still. I am going to shave under your arms so that Matron can examine your lymph nodes. So let's get those arms stretched well above your head." Peter could not help looking at her beautiful face as she leaned over him and began to apply lather to his underarm. Although the brush tickled he managed to keep still as she shaved his armpit. He could feel her sweet breath on his face as she moved the razor carefully over his skin. He watched her in deep embarrassment as she moved around the bench and proceeded to do the other arm, carefully shaving every hair until his skin was completely smooth.

Sheila was well aware that his penis was still fully erect as she bade him stand up. Rather than embarrass him further at this stage she moved over to the bathtub and turned on the powerful taps. She watched as the bath filled to half-full in less than two minutes. She felt the water with her fingers, noting that the automatic control had provided a perfect temperature.

She turned to the young boy and smiled as she saw him standing by the bench. Although his penis was standing straight out from his body, he had obediently kept his hands by his sides. He had lowered his blushing face, resting his chin on his chest in shame.

"Come along Peter, hop into the bath and sit down. I am going to give you a nice warm bath until you are squeaky clean all over." She watched a fresh flush of colour suffuse his cheeks as he stumbled towards the bath. His penis was bobbing to and fro as he walked, compounding his utter humiliation at every step. He studiously avoided looking at her as he reached the bath and got in. He sat down quickly as looked up at her, thankful that his erect penis was beneath the surface of the water. Sheila busied herself bringing soaps, shampoos, jugs and washcloths to the side of the bath. She had contemplated making the boy stand up in the bath and hold the safety rail above his head. However she rather fancied the idea of first bathing the boy as one would a younger child.

"Right close your eyes and tilt your head back, I am going to wash your hair." She watched him and waited until he obeyed. She loved the look of his perfect features as he sat upright with his young face pointed upwards awaiting her ministrations. Sheila thought that perhaps he was able to shut out some of his embarrassment as he squeezed his eyes shut. Carefully she poured warm water over his head until his hair was soaked. Gently, almost lovingly, she began to wash his hair. Her hands were soft and sensuous as she lathered him. Her fingertips played with the hair at the nape of his neck before smoothing the lather around his ears and under his chin. She could hear the boys breathing become deeper and more regular as she rinsed his hair and began to lather his smooth chest. She moved behind him and sat on the edge of the bath as she slipped her delicate fingers beneath his arms and began to soap the smooth skin under his armpits. In a most intimate way she slipped her forearms further underneath his arms and gently soaped his chest. Her fingers played over his nipples as she slipped her arms further forward. Her voice was soft and low as her cheek moved next to his. "There we are, we soon have you all nice and clean, won't we Peter." She whispered as she busied herself soaping the young boy.




The Date



Amy wakes with a smile on her face. Today is the day he's here and waiting for her in the motel room. So much time and preparation has gone into this special meeting. In just a few more hours she will be in his embrace.

Lying in bed she caresses herself dreaming it is his hands touching the inner folds of what lies between her thighs. A slight moan escapes her lips as her fingers penetrate the wetness, knowing it will soon be that beautiful hard muscle.

She walks to the bathroom and undresses. As she looks at herself in the mirror, she thinks, "I hope this body will please his eyes." For her lover has only seen pictures that she has sent. All she can think about is how he says her body is beautiful.

The nervous drive to the motel is crazy. Her heart is pounding. She is breathing heavy and is so scared. She sits in the car outside the motel thinking it's OK.

With a deep breath and a sigh, Jeremy opens the door. They stand for the first time smiling. They embrace in a long awaited kiss.

Jeremy pulls Amy close, holding her so tightly that she can feel what is rising underneath his jeans. His hands are roaming all over her body until his hands reach her ass. He grabs her and moans.

Amy's body is still shaking. Her heart still pounds as she wonders where to go with this. She can't deny what she feels so she takes her hand and starts rubbing what is so hard and wanting her so badly. She starts to undo the top button on Jeremy's jeans and his zipper.

Amy lets out a small breath as she sees what has been waiting for her. Jeremy cups her face and kisses her. Then he runs his hands through her hair until his hand stops at the back of her head. He slowly pushes her down to her knees.

Amy takes him in her mouth and starts to give him the pleasure that all men love. Grasping his shaft and slowly going up and down, taking as much as she can while looking up at him for approval.

Jeremy pulls her up and gives her a kiss. He starts to undress her caressing her body. Now she stands before him naked. Her nipples are hard from being excited and cold. She smiles shyly.

Jeremy takes her to the bed and lays her down gently. Moving her to the edge of the bed, he starts to play with the folds with his fingers feeling the wetness an wanting to taste her juices.

Amy arches her back and begins to moan softly as his tongue licks her. She can finally feel the pleasure she has never felt. It is amazing as her body starts to shake and shiver as she knows what's about to happen.

Jeremy's hands are on her hips moving her closer but not stopping. Jeremy's tongue is licking as he also nibbles on the clit. He can tell that Amy is about to have that orgasm an it will taste so fine. Amy releases her juices an moans. He comes up to her after she has the most amazing orgasm and gives her a kiss."Baby, you are beautiful."

He moves on top of her. She can really feel how hard he is as she feels his penetration. He moves slowly for he knows it's so tight, and that she hasn't had it in awhile. His hardness can't wait to feel all of her as he goes in deeper. Amy moans and wraps her legs around him inviting him to take her. With some nice long strokes Jeremy feels the tight walls and how wet they are. With one good thrust of pleasure, he cums deep inside her.

As Jeremy's body starts to relax and so the hardness of his shaft that still remains inside her, his breath is heavy as he just filled her with his cum. He leans forward and gives her a tender kiss and then lies beside her. 

Amy smiles finally feeling fulfilled, knowing what it is really like to have a true orgasm during sex . They lie in each others arms for awhile, but Amy knows that she has to get up and get dressed and leave him. She leans over and whispers, "Thank you, baby, for making me feel so special. I don't want to leave you, but you know that I have to go home."

Jeremy smiles."You will be back, and I will be waiting."



The Date



"Ok....It's a date! See you there at 7pm." Janice hung up the phone and looked at her watch. "Hmm, that gives me an hour to get ready before I have to leave." She trotted off excitedly to the bathroom. 

Janice quickly dried her wet body off and applied her skin lotion, a ritual she did daily which helped to keep her skin so soft. She grabbed the lacy bra and panties that she set on the counter then tossed them back thinking "I don't think I will need these tonight!" A seductive little grin crossing her face and she thought about the night to come. She had been to this theater countless times before, but had only heard about the seats she was eager to get tonight. She told Rick to be there at 7p.m. so they could be the first ones in to theater for the 7:30 show. That would ensure that they got the seats she wanted.

She put on her favorite dress, a cute little black sweater dress that showed her 26 year old body off well. It hugged her curves nicely in much the same way a Lamborghini hugs a mountain road - tight in all the right places. While Janice was not athletic, she did have the body of someone that was. She looked in the mirror admiring herself and began to get excited thinking of Rick's warm hands on her body, her freshly shaved pussy getting moist at the thought. She closed her eyes and gently slide her hands over her body thinking of what he would be doing if he was there. She then slide a finger over her clit and into her pussy - gasping at the feeling. She got lost in the thought of his hands following every curve of her body finally resting on her now soaking pussy and let her finger work faster and faster. She shocked herself at how fast she came with what she hoped to be the first of several orgasms that night.

She quickly regained her composure and finished getting ready before rushing out the door. The drive was a short one but she still found her mind racing at the events to come. Before she knew it she was squeezing her legs together to try to relieve the burning desire building within her as she raced to the theater. By the time she finished the short fifteen minute drive her pussy was soaked again and her heart was racing with the anticipation of the nights activities. 

The movie theater wasn't a very good one by today's standards. There was no stadium seating, no high-end sound system and only had six screens. In fact there was nothing special about this theater. It was just your plain, run of the mill theater that had been in business for the past 30 years. Only now it shows movies at a discount to attract customers over the new, nicer, higher priced theaters. 

However, what made this theater special was how the seats were arranged. Janice had been told by a few of her friends that this was a great place to have public sex, one of Janice's fantasies. You see, there were two special seats in each of the theaters. These seats were located in the very back and to the side of the entrance. This meant that these seats could not be seen by anyone to the side and only by a handful of seats to the front. Seats that used to be for the attendants to sit at between changing the reels on the old projectors. With today's new movie formats, that job was no longer necessary. Unlucky for the employees whose jobs were eliminated....but very good for those imaginative enough to think of other uses for those seats - as Janice had been told!

Janice parked her car as her heart pounded. She was so excited at what she was about to do that she almost came again just thinking about it. There at the entrance stood Rick waiting patiently. She had been seeing him for about a month now and while they had been very attracted to each other, they had yet to go all the way. Both worked hard on their careers which left little time for dating. It seemed that every time they could spend with each other was always interrupted by something that forced one of them to have to rush off. "Tonight... tonight's the night!" she thought to herself. 

She met Rick at the entrance and kissed him deeply as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The excitement evident by the passion in her kiss and how she ran her hands through his hair as she pulled him into her kiss. He reacted as she had hoped by wrapping his arms around her and reaching down to caress her ass as their embrace tightened, a low moan escaped her lips. He could tell that there was something different about her tonight. Something fiery as he noticed a lustful look in her eye. Little did he know...

Rick opened the door and let Janice go in. His eyes fixed on her body as she scampered by, admiring her dress which showing off both her chest and her ass nicely he thought. "Two tickets for the 7:30 show please." he said to the woman behind the window. He grabbed the tickets and they went in. "Popcorn and drink?" he asked as he handed the tickets to the usher. "A drink would be nice." she said. He purchased the drink and in they went. 

As expected, the theater was empty except for an elderly couple and a mother and her two children. They looked to be twins, but Janice really didn't pay that much attention. Her mind was elsewhere and she really didn't care who was there! She looked up and sure enough, there were the two seats - vacant....secluded...inviting. A chill ran through her body and she immediately became excited thinking of what she was going to do. She grabbed Rick's hand, winked and said "Lets get those two!" pointing to the two in the back.

As they climbed the stairs she felt herself getting hotter and hotter. Her chest pounded with anticipation and she felt herself getting wet. For the next 20 minutes they caught up on the daily happenings of each others life and playfully teased each other as they always had. Rick then leaned in and kissed her on her neck, something he knew would get her excited. He commented about her perfume and teased her by moaning softly in her ear which sent a chill through her body. She found herself squeezing her thighs together again trying to satisfy that burning desire she felt between her legs. As the movie started, Rick put his arm around her, pulling her to his shoulder. He noticed the smell of her hair and how soft her skin was as he lightly rubbed her arm. His heart began to pound and he realized that he was starting to get hard, something that Janice also noticed. 

Janice looked around the theater as the previews began to play. "Perfect" she said in a low voice. Rick responded "I'm sorry?" curious as to what she said. She looked him in the eyes and with an evil little grin leaned in and whispered "I hope you really didn't want to see this movie!" and with that she winked and kissed him deeply. Their tongues danced as she slid her hand up Rick's thigh and began to massage the ever growing bulge in his pants. She thought to herself "My God, he's huge!" and sucked on his lip before leaning back, sliding her hand over his chest. She wanted him...and she wanted him NOW!

She looked around one more time as her heart was pounding so hard she thought everyone could here. While the theater was over half full, there were only a few people seated in front of them. She took a deep breath and thought to herself "Here we go!". With that she turned back to Rick who had been caressing her arm. leaning forward she kissed his neck working her way to his ear where she whispered "Have you ever made love in public?" Before he could even respond she slide her hand down to his now fully erect cock and said "I want you...right here....right NOW!" and slide her tongue into his ear. 

Rick moaned and began to caress her body much like she had fantasized earlier by sliding his hands over every inch of her body. Finding her thighs, he quickly found that she wasn't wearing any panties to which he whispered "You naughty girl you!" as he slide his hand over her soaking pussy. She almost came right there and then as he lightly ran his fingers over her lips to her clit and back again, teasing her as much as she was him. 

Rick pushed her back in her seat and moved down in front of her. From his knees, he leaned in and kissed her passionately sliding his hand behind her head and pulling her to him. Their tongues danced as his hands began to explore her body again. First her arms, then her sides before finding their way to her breasts and aching nipples. Janice quickly became lost in the moment enjoying his every advancement. Her desires so strong that the movie could end and the lights come on and she wouldn't care. 

He could feel her erect nipples through the thin sweater material of her dress and began to roll them in his fingers. Janice arched her back pushing her chest to meet his touch and moaned softly. Her head fell back and her eyes closed as she reached out and grabbed his hands following every move he made. Her pussy burning now wanting so badly for him to be inside her. He leaned in and sucked on one of her nipples through her dress as he pinched and rolled the other in his fingers. She was in heaven.

Rick then parted her legs as he began to slowly kiss his way down her body. Her breathing heavy now as he worked his way down. This was driving Janice crazy so she reached for his head and began running her fingers through his hair as he continued. She was so hot with desire that she thought about pushing his head down to where she wanted his lips....but then he slide his hands down to her ass to pull her to the front of the seat which shot sparks through her body making her forget what she was thinking.

Rick slowly slide her dress up her thighs letting his fingers lightly slide over her skin as he did it. He felt the goose bumps raise on her skin and lowered his head to her thighs and began to kiss his way to the source of her desire. Janice's heart was beating fast now, her hands running through his hair uncontrollably pulling it to her drenched pussy. He lightly kissed his way around her lips and over the top of her pussy intentionally missing the very areas she wanted him to concentrate on. He looked up at her right when she opened her eyes and ran his beard over her skin from one thigh to the other letting it lightly glide over her clit. She reacted by moaning, her eyes rolling back in her head as she leaned back. Her hands now grabbing his hair on both sides as she guided him to her throbbing clit. He greedily sucked on the little nub pulling it into his mouth causing her to let out a small scream. Luckily this was during a scene where several people had done the same thing.

Rick continued to tease her pussy by sucking on her clit while his fingers found their way to her soaking lips. He slid first one, then another finger in before pulling them out and running them up and down her lips. He then reached up and took a sip of the drink, sucking some of the ice into his mouth. Lowering his head and kissing his way down her clit, sucking on it and rolling the ice around in his mouth with his tongue. The mixture of his warm lips and the cold of the ice driving Janice to the edge. 

Reaching under her, he pulled her ass out a little further so that he had full access to both her pussy and her ass. He raised each leg, resting it on the back of the chair in front of them. He then looked at her, reaching up with both hands grabbing her head, and kissed her deeply. He then let his hands slide down her body over her tits and hard nipples, down her tummy finally sliding over her pussy and clit. She responded by arching her back again. He lowered his head and slide his tongue into her pussy before moving further down to tease that sensitive area between her pussy and ass. 

Not being able to take any more, Janice arched her back hard and came pulling Ricks head deep into her pussy. He slide his tongue into her pussy and then flicked it over her clit as her body tensed beneath him. He looked up at her and watched as her chest rose and fell rapidly. He leaned back and admired the view of her there in the chair, sexy little dress on, legs spread wide, pussy all wet and panting. He raised up on his knees and leaned forward wrapping his arms around her and kissed her softly, still feeling her heavy breathing. She held him tight as she tried to regain her composure and whispered "OH MY GOD.....THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!" then looked him in the eyes and said "Your turn!" and pushed him back into his seat. 

Janice was now hotter than before and wanted so badly to not only see his hard cock, but to have it in her mouth as well. Janice leaned over and kissed Rick's neck, sucking and biting her way from his neck to his ear while her hand worked on his belt trying to release the object of her desire that was confined in his pants. Getting frustrated with how long it was taking her, she slide out of her seat and knelt in front of him, never taking her eyes off his. She then used both hands and undid his buckle and unzipped his pants reaching in and releasing his stiff cock. She watched his expression as she lowered her head to his cock and licked the pre-cum off the head. He grabbed her hair, pulling it back so he could watch her skillful lips go to work on his fully erect cock. 

She continued to look him in the eyes as she slide her tongue up and down his shaft making it glisten in the flickering light of the movie. She then sucked on his balls taking one into her mouth at a time, using her tongue to dance across it in her mouth. The sensation was driving Rick crazy and all he wanted was to have her mouth around his cock. But this was her turn to tease now, and she was going to enjoy it! She grabbed the base of his cock admiring the length that was still visible above her hand. She slapped it against her tongue then began to suck on the head while sliding her hand up and down its length. Rick began to move his hips to the rhythm of her mouth. This excited Janice more and she began to take more and more of his cock into her mouth, sucking harder. While her one hand was sliding up and down his shaft she used her other hand to massage his balls causing Rick to now moan as her head went up and down on his cock. 

She knew that he was getting close and wanted to ensure that he would enjoy this. While she had never deep throated anyone before, she had always wondered if she could. She had even read several articles on the subject. As excited as she was she was eager to try. With that, she began to take more and more of his cock into her mouth until it began to hit the back of her throat. Surprised at the fact she had not had any gag reflex, she continued and felt herself open her throat to take more of his cock in before pulling it back out. Rick was amazed at not only the fact that she had done it, but at the feeling as it went down her throat. She looked him in the eyes as she continued to slide her hand up and down his shaft and massage his balls. Again she lowered her head only this time she took his full length into her throat until her nose touched his abdomen. 

Rick moaned louder now and she could feel his balls tighten as he was ready to cum. He reached down and grabbed her head, pulling it to him as he pushed his cock deep into her throat as he came violently pumping load after load into her throat. She reached for her pussy as she felt his cum going down her throat fingering herself to her third orgasm of the night. As she ran her finger over her clit she began to clean Rick's cock by licking the shaft and head as she looked him deep in the eyes, swallowing every drop of his nectar. 

The site of her lustful look and the attention she was paying to his cock keep him hard. With a quick motion Janice raised up, turned around and lowered herself so she could rub his still hard cock back and forth over her pussy lips. With a single motion she sat down sinking his rigid cock deep into her pussy. They both let out a moan only this time the theater was silent. She remained motionless in Rick's lap, his dick deep inside her. Her pussy juice running down her thighs onto his balls. He reached around and with one hand began to caress her breast, rolling her nipple in his fingers. With the other hand he reached down and found her swollen clit and teased it with is finger. She squeezed her pussy muscles which Rick immediately felt and responded with a low moan. He leaned forward and kissed her neck whispering "You are so incredibly hot. I have never been so excited as I am right now!"

With that she grabbed the arm rests on either side of the seat and began to slowly grind her hips on his cock. Rick's hands moving to her hips as if to help steady her as she road him. She would raise up slowly and then go back down before moving her hips in small circles on his lap causing her to arch her back at the feel of his cock hitting every inch of her. The mixture of having sex in public, the possibility of being caught at any time, the people being unaware around them and the purely erotic feel of her soaking wet pussy mating with his rock hard cock pushed them both closer to yet another orgasm. 

Their actions quickened and Janice leaned forward holding onto the chair in front of her as she bounced on top of Rick's cock. Rick tightened his grip on her hips, pulling her down harder trying to go deeper into her soaking pussy as his hips raised to meet her thrusts. Fully engulfed in their passion, neither of them wanted the feeling to end. Lost in complete erotic passion, they both were about to explode. 

Rick reached up and pulled Janice back to his chest, reaching around to her massage her breasts again. His hips bucking wildly now and she ground her hips into his. She reached between his legs and caressed his balls. This drove Rick over the edge and he began to spasm in uncontrollable passion. His balls tightened as he began to cum yet again. Feeling the warm fluid entering her pussy caused Janice to also go over the edge. With one last push down on his cock, Janice's pussy began to contract around Ricks cock. They both moaned out loud as each of them reached the most powerful orgasm yet. 

As the last of their orgasms rocked through every inch of their body they sat there completely spent, chests rising and falling as if they had been running a marathon. Rick wrapped his arms around Janice and kissed her neck softly while his hands lightly ran over her arms just barely touching her skin. As he stroked her arms he whispered into her ear "That was amazing! I have never done that before and oh my GOD what a feeling!" Fully content, Janice whispered back "It's a double feature!" They chuckled and she moved back to her seat. Some of their juices still running down her thigh. 

Shortly after she sat back in her seat they realized that they had been at it the entire length of the movie. When they finally regained their composure the credits where beginning to scroll up the screen. As the lights came on, they both got up to make their way to the car. On the way down the steps they approached the woman with the twins. As they stopped to let the woman out she looked at both of them and said "Those are great seats aren't they?" and with a wink and devilish smile, she gathered her children and walked out. 

Janice and Rick looked at each other in amazement and then they both began to laugh. "I need a shower!" Janice said to which Rick replied "sounds good to me, lets go!"



The Date



It had been a long four months for both of them. Steve was finally on his way home from Afghanistan to enjoy a couple of weeks home before he had to go back, and Jamie couldn't wait to get her arms around him. She had it all planned out; she would meet him at the airport and take him out of town for a weekend he would not soon forget. She had been waiting for this day for some time, and it was only a couple of hours before his plane was to land; she needed to get ready. 

Jamie walked up the stairs, into the bathroom and got the shower running. While she was waiting for the shower to warm up, she stared at herself in the mirror; should she put her hair up or down, she wasn't sure. She stepped into the shower and adjusted the temperature, grabbed the shower gel and lathered up. 

First, she washed her arms and then her legs, then on to her stomach and finally to her breasts. With the showerhead to her back, her hands slippery with soap, she fondled her breasts, probably a little longer than she had originally intended. 

Jamie rubbed and caressed her soapy tits paying special attention to her nipples as they stood at attention; they were aroused, and so was she. As she turned around to rinse the soap from her breasts, the removable showerhead caught her eye. 

She removed it from its resting place, and ran the warm water across her shoulders and chest, letting the warm streams of water stimulate her nipples once more. She put her head back, relaxing in the moment. Cupping her left tit in one hand, she slowly moved the showerhead to her mound, letting the pulsing of the water vibrate her clit; she began to fall into ecstasy. The power from the massaging pulses was making her very aroused, but it wasn't enough. She move her other hand down to her throbbing pussy and gently spread the lips so that the pulsing water would have direct access to her clit. She stood there in the shower...her head back...pulsing water bringing her closer to orgasm with each pulse. Jamie's whole body began to convulse as the pleasures given by the streams of water took control.

Jamie stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Pleasuring herself in the shower had taken longer than she wanted it to, but it was worth it; she needed it, she wanted it. She stood in front of the mirror trying to decide what to do with her hair. She decided to dry it and figure it out after she picked what she was going to wear. Jamie walked into the closet and started sliding the clothes across the bar looking for something she liked. She settled on a skirt that fell just above her knee and a matching blouse; she was running late. Throwing the clothes aside, she headed back into the bathroom to finish her hair and makeup.

Now that she was made-up, all she had to do was get dressed. She pulled up the skirt and buttoned up the blouse, intentionally leaving out the bra and panties. It was February and cold, a coat would cover her nipples made hard by the weather. She hurried into the garage pausing only to grab her purse and cell phone on the way. Finally, she was in the truck and on the way to the airport.

Jamie was a bundle of nerves as she walked through the terminal. She wondered if every person that looked at her knew that she wasn't wearing panties. She kept her composure and kept walking until she found the gate; 17, she made it in time. She watched through the window with anticipation, allowing her breasts to slide close enough to the window to feel the cold glass gently brush her nipples making them hard. She was standing at the gate, waiting for her husband, Steve, to finish his long journey home to her. She had been dreaming of this day for the last four months, and it was finally here. Her mind began to wander to what the rest of the evening would have in store for them. Certainly some sex as well as some much needed rest for Steve. She thought of all of the things she wanted to do to him, with him. Her thoughts and the cold glass on her nipples made her pussy start to throb, longing for Steve's cock. Jamie was so lost in her dream, she barely noticed that her pussy was starting to drip; she didn't care, Steve would be here soon to take care of it for her. His plane pulled up to the jet way.

She stood in the aisle waiting for him for what seemed like forever. She saw him get around the corner, beyond the other passengers. Their eyes met. Steve began to move quickly down the jet way, forcing his way past the others as politely as he could. He ran the last ten feet of his long journey into the arms of his lover. He grabbed her, almost knocking her down, and held her so tight she thought she might suffocate. It didn't matter. She could die in that moment and everything would be all right; she was with him. The rest of the world didn't matter.

They stood embracing each other and kissing for what must have been five minutes. Jamie broke in first, "Come with me, I have a surprise for you." She grabbed Steve's hand and led him back up through the terminal. Just before they got to the end of the line of gates, Jamie made a hard left turn. Checking to see if anyone was watching, she pulled Steve into the family bathroom with her. 

With the door closed and locked behind them, she spun around, threw her arms around his neck, and began to kiss him passionately. Steve let his hands fall from her waist to her ass. He grabbed hold and pulled her tight against him. He could feel her bare skin through the thin material of the skirt. At that moment, Jamie moved her hands down to Steve's waist and began to undo his pants. She pushed them to his ankles and fell to her knees. She gently took his throbbing cock all the way into her mouth, pausing when she reached the base. She slit his member back out of her mouth, and hopped up onto the sink. Smiling devilishly at Steve, she pulled up her skirt to reveal her neatly shaved and dripping wet pussy. He went to her, grabbing her thighs just above her knees, staring into her eyes. With her right hand, she expertly guided his swollen cock into her dripping pussy, sliding the head up and down to spread her lips. Her pussy was very wet allowing his shaft to fill her pussy with little resistance. As his cock slid in, filling her wanting pussy, they both let out a sigh as if they had been waiting their whole lives for this moment. Steve kept his cock buried deep in Jamie's cunt for a moment, relishing the feeling of her hot pussy as it gripped his shaft. 

They looked into each other's eyes, they spoke without speaking; Jamie sent the message without a word, "Fuck me now! Right here! Right now! What are you waiting for!" 

Steve got the message. He began to slide his cock in and out of Jamie's pussy, slowly at first, then faster, until he was slamming his cock as deep into her pussy as it would go. Through her heavy breathing, Steve made out the almost whispered words, "I'm going to cum." 

He began to fuck her harder, faster, stopping only when he shot his hot cum deep into her. When Jamie felt Steve's cock pulse, releasing his juices into her hole, she grabbed his ass and pulled his cock as deep into her as it would go. She came in what felt like buckets. So much that she could feel her cum drip out of her pussy and onto the counter.

They held each other for a moment, savoring one another's touch. "Let's figure out how to get out of here." Jamie laughed a little as she made the statement sound more like a question. 

"No problem," Steve told her, "we just put on our clothes and walk out. No one will care." They put their clothes on and, as smoothly as they could, walked out of the bathroom into the main terminal. As the door opened, Jamie's face turned bright red, as if she just knew that everyone in the airport was aware of what just happened. 

They moved quickly through the crowds, as if they had a purpose, a mission; they did have a mission. Steve had been thinking ahead when he left Afghanistan. His plan was to carry only what he needed in his bug-out bag so that no matter where he was, there would be no waiting on luggage or it somehow getting lost on one of his many stops between his starting point and home. They moved through the terminal to the parking lot and jumped into the truck. It was February in Colorado, and cold. They held each other in the front seat, continuing their kiss from the bathroom. It had been a very long time since they had really kissed each other; they both missed it a great deal. They sat there for a good ten minutes, each exploring the mouth of the other as if their tongues had never been there before. The kisses started out awkward, but it didn't take long for the familiar movements to return.

They raced home. The sex in the bathroom at the airport was great, but it didn't come close to satisfying the longing caused by four months of separation. Jamie parked the truck in the garage and closed the garage door. Before Steve could get out, she grabbed him once again and buried her tongue in his mouth. As they kissed, she climbed on top of him in the passenger seat. Still kissing him, she reached down and unbuttoned his uniform, happy to see that his cock was ready for her. Now on top of him, Steve ripped open her blouse and began to suck on her erect nipples; Jamie moaned with pleasure. She grabbed his cock, holding it in place, and lowered herself onto him slowly, allowing the ridge of his cock head to move in and out over her G-spot. She would only allow the head of his dick to enter her, moving up and down, only the head of Steve's cock allowed in right now. It didn't take long for her juices to soak his cock, or for her pussy to crave his entire dick to the point she couldn't stand it any longer. She fell down onto his shaft, forcing it deep into her slippery hole. With his cock all the way inside her, she paused, enjoying his length inside her and his mouth on her tits. She put her hands behind his head and held it to her chest. 

Slowly she began to rise again, sliding Steve's cock from her hole. The further it withdrew, the more she wanted it in. She let raised herself up enough to let the head of is cock hit her spot again, then slammed her ass back down on top of him, pushing he cock as deep as it would go. She began to get frustrated fucking Steve in the car because she knew that his cock was not as far inside her as she wanted it to be; the physics of fucking in the front seat wouldn't allow it. She had a problem...she didn't want to remove his shaft from her pussy, but she knew she had to so that they could move to a position that would put it where she wanted it, deeper.

Jamie opened the door of the truck and tried to pull Steve out without removing his cock from her cunt; it didn't work. She led Steve to the front of the truck. There, she could put one foot on the bumper and let him fuck her from behind. 

Steve was happy to oblige. He put his hands on her ass and spread her cheeks wide. He loved to watch her rosebud asshole tighten as he slid his cock into her pussy. He slowly pushed his shaft into her, watching her asshole tighten with each inch. As Steve pushed his dick deeper into Jamie's wet pussy, she collapsed onto the hood of the truck. The cold steel was unwelcome at first, but the cold feeling on her tits combined with the hot cock in her pussy. The combination was going to push her over the edge. Steve began to withdraw his cock from Jamie's hole; slowly, inch by inch. As soon as he saw the head of his dick emerge from her hole, he pushed it back in. His thrusts got faster and faster until he was slamming his cock into her, her ass feeling the force of his hips pounding against her. With every thrust, Jamie's moans grew louder. 

"FUCK ME!" 

It was an order, not a request, one Steve was happy to obey. He continued to slam his cock into her cunt, his balls swinging forward and colliding with her clit on every thrust. 

Steve knew that Jamie was about to cum because the orders to fuck her came louder and more frequently. He could also see her rosebud start to tighten, causing the walls of her pussy to clamp down on his member; it wouldn't be much longer. He continued to fuck her just as hard and as fast as she ordered. His balls started to tighten; Jamie could tell because they weren't swinging into her clit any longer. She decided to let her orgasm free, pushing her ass into Steve's cock, trapping him between her and the wall, his cock deep inside her. "What are you doing? I'm not ready yet!" 

Jamie didn't care. She came on his cock, her juices dripping down his balls. She kept him there for a minute, his cock not able to move from its position, buried deep in her cunt. Once it passed, she turned and put one hand on Steve's chest. 

"Stay against the wall, let me do the work." 

She began to move back and forth, controlling how much of his cock was inside her. She gradually increased the pace, as well as the tightness of her pussy. She would relax it as his cock slid into her, and tighten it as she slid it back out; she could feel it swelling inside her with every stroke. 

"I'm gonna cum!" 

Jamie slid his cock from her cunt, spun around, and dropped to her knees. She stuffed his entire cock into her mouth, savoring the sweet and salty taste of her pussy juices mixed with his cum from their earlier fuck-session. She sucked his cock deep into her mouth just in time for Steve's cum to explode into her throat; she swallowed every drop. Once the last of his thick cum was swallowed, she slid his cock from her mouth and move her tongue to his balls. She licked her juices from his sack, then ran her tongue up the length of his shaft to the tip, and finished with a grin.

Both satisfied for the moment, they collected Steve's things from the back of the truck and went into the house. It was still early in the afternoon, so they decided to hang out on the couch and watch some TV, knowing that Steve was wasted from the twelve-hour time difference and four days of travel; he would be falling asleep soon.

Steve woke up around six o'clock after his short but refreshing nap. "C'mon sleepy-head, time to get ready!" 

Jamie had a nice dinner out planned for them, but if they didn't get moving, they would miss their reservations. Steve headed up stairs to the bathroom to take a much-needed shower, and Jamie decided to join him. She got the shower ready while Steve stripped off his dirty uniform. He climbed into the shower and was followed closely by Jamie. 

"First things first," she told him. "We have to get you clean." 

She grabbed the soap and the scrunchy, and began to lather him up. She washed him from head to toe, paying special attention to his cock, which was already starting to swell from the extra attention. "Not so fast... We don't have time for that; we're going to be late as it is." She jumped out of the shower, and let Steve finish rinsing off. He stepped out of the shower and got dressed while Jamie was doing the same. They got in the car and drove to dinner, the whole trip a complete surprise to Steve. They had a wonderful dinner in a quiet place with drinks and an absolutely wonderful conversation, catching up on all of the things that Steve had missed while he was gone. The entire evening was perfect. When they arrived home, they both went upstairs and crashed; it had been a very long day.

The next morning Steve rose to hot coffee and a hot breakfast. They sat next to each other at the table, continuing their conversation from the previous evening. After breakfast, they cleaned up the dishes and headed upstairs to get ready for the day. 

"I have to run back downstairs, I forgot something. I'll be right up," Steve told Jamie as they headed up to the shower. "Start getting a bath ready, I'm going to spoil you now." 

Jamie just smiled and did what she was told. "Should I get in?" she asked. 

"I'll be there in a second; the water won't even be ready yet." Steve grabbed his clippers out of his bug-out bag and headed back upstairs.

He opened the bathroom door to find his wife standing there completely naked, bathwater running. "Sit down on the edge of the tub, and lean back a little," he told her. She did as she was asked. 

"What are you going to do with those?" 

"I'm going to give you a trim and a shave. Don't worry, it won't hurt." He put a small guard on the clippers, and trimmed her bush down to about an eighth of an inch long. Although Jamie didn't want to admit it, the hum of the clippers against her mound was starting to make her pussy wet. 

"Now, into the tub with you." Jamie lowered herself into the hot water in the bathtub and soaked for a while. As she relaxed, Steve prepared the shaving cream and a razor. He stripped off all of his clothes, and got into the tub with Jamie. 

"Now what?" Jamie asked. 

"Sit up on the edge of the tub, facing me," he told her, "and spread your legs." 

She did as he asked, exposing her pussy to him. He took the shaving cream and lathered her mound and inner thighs. He expertly shaved her pussy bare, except for a thin strip, about three inches long and about a half an inch wide that ran up her mound from her clit. Steve admired his work, "There, perfection!" 

"Very nice," Jamie added, "but I'm not going to do yours." 

"I didn't expect you too." They switched positions in the bath, and Steve trimmed himself. God knows he needed it after four months! They got dressed. 

"Pack a bag with stuff for a couple of days, we're going on a trip," Jamie told Steve. He didn't argue, he knew it wouldn't do any good and he wouldn't mind getting out of town for a couple of days. 

They got in the car, Jamie drove. All Steve knew was that they were heading out of town. He didn't know where, but then again, he didn't care. He was just happy to be out of Afghanistan. They drove to a hotel that Jamie had made reservations at, and checked in at the desk. Jamie tipped the desk clerk, and asked if they had a room at the end of a hall; one without too many neighbors. The desk clerk was happy to make the arrangements. They held hands as they walked to their room; they enjoyed feeling the warmth of the other's skin, no matter how slight the touch. They opened the door to their room; it was more than they expected. The short hall opened into a living room with a couch and two chairs, a TV and some small tables. The next room was large with a king size bed, a desk and an armoire. It was the perfect place to spend a couple of days together. They spent a few minutes putting their things away, and then went to the store to pick up some refreshments. They got to the strip-mall and decided to split up. They could cover more ground and get their shopping done a little faster. Steve went to the liquor store and Jamie to the Supermarket. If they needed a real meal, there was always room service.

They went back to the room and put the snacks away. Just as Steve was putting the vodka in the freezer, Jamie turned to him with a can of whipped cream in one hand, and a bottle of chocolate syrup in the other; grinning like a kid who had just stolen some candy. "Get your pants off, I'm hungry!" Jamie said with the look of the devil in her eyes. Steve didn't waste any time. He walked over to the one of the chairs in the living room, trying to take his clothes off at the same time, stumbling and almost falling more than once. He made it to the chair without killing himself, and managed to be completely naked by the time he got there. 

Jamie strolled over, set the "toppings" down on the table, and did a kind of slow strip tease for Steve. Completely nude, she picked up the toppings from the table and knelt down in front of Steve. She took his cock in one hand, and started with the whipped cream, circling the swollen head, until it was covered. Next, she drizzled some chocolate syrup on top of the whipped cream, and topped it with a cherry. Still holding his cock in her hand, she started to lick her sundae from the head of his throbbing tool. She licked his member clean, leaving only a little whipped cream and the cherry on the top. She smiled up at him, then and took his cock completely into her mouth, making sure to lick off whatever chocolate had run down the shaft on the way. Steve let out a loud moan as she buried his cock in the back of her throat. Jamie slid his cock back out of her mouth slowly, making sure she got all of the "goodies" along the way. She made herself two more "sundaes", and decided that it was taking too much time to make a new one just to feel Steve's cock in her mouth. She just wanted to suck Steve's cock until his hot cum "topping" shot into her mouth; the taste she was really craving.




The Date



It didn't take long for Steve to start moaning while running his fingers through her hair, making sure it didn't get in Jamie's way or block the view of his cock pumping in and out of her mouth; he loved to watch. Jamie sucked Steve's cock in and out of her mouth, jacking the shaft with one hand and fondling his balls with the other. Steve's moans began to grow louder and, as they did, Jamie sucked harder and pumped faster. She could feel his balls start to tighten, it wouldn't' be long now. Steve let out a loud groan, tightened his grip on Jamie's hair, and squirted his hot, salty load into Jamie's mouth. Jamie didn't waste a drop, she was an expert at sucking cock, at least Steve's cock, and she loved the taste of his cum.

Steve was relaxed, a smile on his face. Jamie moved up to him, placed her had behind his head, and gave him a passionate kiss. "Are you hungry?" she asked. 

"Yes...but I like it raw, no added fat, if you know what I mean." 

They traded places in the chair, Jamie now seated and Steve taking the kneeling position in front of her. He kissed and caressed the insides of her thighs softly, almost as if his fingers were feathers. He kissed his way up her stomach to her supple breasts. He caressed them softly, kissing all around them but paying special attention not to touch her nipples. Jamie loved to have Steve suck her nipples and the fact that he would not do it now was driving her crazy! He kissed her all over until he made it back down to her steaming honey-pot. He gently spread her pussy lips, exposing her swollen clit. He blew on it gently, then gave it a slight flick with his tongue. Jamie arched her back and gasped when Steve's tongue touched her clit. He licked her clit again, not flicking it with his tongue, but licking it, allowing the length of his tongue to stay in constant contact with her clit as he did so. Jamie grabbed the back of his head with both hands. He licked the length of her juicy opening again, Jamie pulling his head down onto her snatch. Steve centered his mouth over her clit and sucked it into his mouth and began flicking it quickly with his tongue, but not too hard. Jamie arched her back again. Steve pulled back, letting Jamie's pussy lips pull out of his mouth with a sucking sound. He licked her snatch some more; he loved the taste of her juices. He lifted her legs up over her head; he could get better access to her pussy that way. He would occasionally stick his tongue inside her pussy, licking as deep as he could before returning to work her clit. He pushed her legs back further, exposing her sweet pink rosebud. He continued to lick and suck Jamie's pussy; it was driving her mad. "I need your huge cock in me," she whispered. 

"How do you want it?" Steve whispered back between licks of her pussy. 

"I want your cock to fill me up, both my pussy and my ass." 

"I can't fuck you in two holes at once...which one do you want first?" 

"I want you to fuck my pussy, then my ass," she answered. 

Steve was more than ready to oblige, his cock was so hard that it was starting to throb. He moved up to her, his throbbing dick in his hand. He rubbed the head and shaft along the opening of Jamie's soaked pussy, making sure the head tickled her clit as it went by. He pulled back and put the head of his cock into her pussy. 

"Rub your clit," he told her, "I like to watch." 

Jamie did as she was commanded. Steve continued to move the head of his cock in and out of her cunt. "I'm going to cum soon," she told him, almost out of breath. 

Steve pushed his cock all the way into her pussy; she gasped. He pulled it back again, leaving only the head inside. He continued moving just the head of his cock in and out of Jamie's pussy. Jamie begged as she continued to massage her clit, "Fuck me, please! I want your cock in me. Please fuck me!" 

Steve began to move his cock in and out of her slippery cunt, slowly at first, then faster, until he was pounding it deep into her as fast as he could. Faster...harder...fucking her like a machine. Jamie was breathing harder, pushing her hips to meet his. One more thrust, and she grabbed his ass, holding his member deep inside her hole; she came all over his cock.

When her convulsive orgasm was over, she relaxed in the chair. Steve began to slide his cock out of her wet pussy. When his head was released from the wet hole, juices seeped from her pussy; He quickly licked them up, making sure he wet her asshole on the way. Reaching down beside the chair, he grabbed a small tube of anal lube, and put a couple of drops on his fingers. He slowly rubbed them around the rim of Jamie's rosebud, then slowly slipped them in, making sure her ass was well lubed. Next, he put a couple of drops on the head of his cock. Now that Jamie's ass was relaxed, his lubricated cock would slide in easily. He pressed the head of his dick against Jamie's beautiful asshole. She tightened it at first, then relaxed; Steve pushed the head in and stopped. Jamie relaxed a little more, allowing his entire shaft to penetrate her ass; she began to play with her clit again. Steve began to move his cock in and out of Jamie's ass slowly, Jamie still massaging her clit, matching his pace. The faster Steve fucked her ass, the faster she masturbated; Jamie started to cum again. Steve could feel his balls start to tighten, it wouldn't be long for him either. 

"Do you like my cock in your tiny, little ass?" he asked. 

All she could manage was an "Uh huh." 

Steve fucked her harder. 

"Oh my God! FUCK MY ASS! I'M CUMMING!" 

Steve was now plowing his cock into her ass just as he had her pussy a few minutes before, until he felt the head of his cock swell; he was about to cum. "I'm going to cum in your ass!" he told Jamie. 

"DO IT! CUM IN ME NOW!" 

Steve didn't waste time, he pushed his cock as deep as he could into Jamie's ass, his cock pulsating, shooting his hot load of cum. He collapsed on top of her. 

They laid there for a few moments in their ecstasy, Steve's flaccid penis beginning to fall from Jamie's cum-filled ass. "I'll get you a towel," he told her, "do you want some water, or something?" 

"A wine cooler would be nice." 

Steve went to the bathroom and grabbed a warm, wet washcloth and a towel. Jamie cleaned up a bit while Steve was making drinks for them. They stayed up almost all night after their fuck-session. Talking, joking, and maybe a little more fucking...whatever they did, they did it together. They laughed, and shared everything with each other that they had missed over the last four months. It was "their" time. They spent the next two days in the hotel room, ordering room service, feeding each other, showering often with each other, but never getting dressed.



The Date



I love how romance movies work, everything just fits in so perfectly. No awkwardness, no hesitation taking off your shirt or having it get stuck in your pants. Panties magically disappear as a cock fully erect slides in perfectly without aide as if it has a pre-attached homing beacon to it. Real life isn't like that, as I'm sure you know that. But sometimes, just sometimes it happens just that way.



I couldn't tell you the last time Dan and I had been out on a date, not specifically. Ever since the birth of our second child the nights away have been few and far in between. I think it was sometime around three months ago; before tonight. Tonight was refreshing, different, we had gone to a nice dinner and then a strip club. Even us girls can enjoy strip clubs if the men aren't pushing us to get lap dance after lap dance thinking that we will somehow turn bi and spread our legs being gun-ho for threesomes one after another. That's how Dan was different. He took me to a nice club, not the dirty run down places you often see in movies, but a truly up-scale one a bit off the downtown core. We sat, drank a bit and watched the women dance, more showcase the goods in hopes of attracting patrons to get a private dance where they make their real money.

We got a few dances together, well more than a few, from one stripper in particular. Nice and curvy with some meat on her. Dan would describe her as a woman you could fuck without worrying about breaking her. I fit the same mold and I must admit she turned me on as well. The way she swayed her hips in rhythm with the music, adding conversation into her routine to make it feel more comfortable and not just paying a woman for a service. More than once I wished that she would have kissed me and who knows where it would have led; I was not turning bi, just caught in the mood and atmosphere.

After far too many teases of having this woman grinding both myself and Dan we departed heading straight for the hotel room that we had gotten for the night. Fifteenth floor, 5 star suite that overlooked most of the downtown area with all its lights and beauty. The keycard gave us no problems whatsoever and soon we were in our very own little oasis for the night. Kid free. Pet free. Worry free. Just a lavish place to ourselves and fifteen hours of debauchery ahead of us. Or maybe just sleep. Unsure yet.

Dan went to the closet as I let my clothes slip from my form and fall to the floor before proceeding to the washroom.

"Taking a quick shower" I called back unsure if he heard me; but knowing he would quickly figure it out.

I turned on the water and felt the water touch my skin flowing freely from the rain style faucet above my head. It was a fairly large tub, glass on all sides. With a flick of a switch I noticed the wall separation between the washroom and the bedroom begins to rise revealing a see through window allowing any from the room to see perfectly into the washroom. A little kinky but sure it has its enjoyable uses. I closed my eyes and let the water run over my body just losing myself in what I could only describe as moments of happy forgetting. No worries, no fears, no stress. Nothing but myself and my body. I feel hands around me, wrapping themselves around my waist and I smile placing my hands over the hands around me.

"Glad you could join me." I say aloud and feel a set of lips touch my neck in response.

I go to turn around but Dan keeps playfully staying behind me.

"Don't turn around" He says to me, soft.

I obey, and stay the way I am with his form behind me holding me semi protectively. My hands still atop his, I begin to bring them up so that he can caress my breasts which he does with eager haste. His fingers teasing my nipples. Circling the little nubbin as fingers pull gently on the protruding flesh. A surge of pain flows through me but not much. Just enough to arouse me even more. I can feel his manhood getting firm as it begins to instinctively grind against my backside seeking entry.

I debate for a while if I should let him in, and if so just in which hole should I let him. Maybe make tonight truly memorable.

"Keep your eyes closed and kneel."

No hesitation in his voice, calm, commanding. No hesitation in my response as I instantly kneel with my eyes closed. I feel the head of his cut cock on my lips and open it hungrily taking in a few inches. Slowly I begin to draw it farther before taking it out again. In and out I repeat the movements of my lips angling the cock so that it hits the side of my mouth and not the back of my throat. A while ago I learned that I could take him in deeper this way and it drives him wild. Judging by the moans I make out in the mix of falling water and his hand pulling harshly at my hair I can see the effects have not diminished. A few times I gag as a spittle of drool escapes my lips coating his firm thick manhood even more. He likes wet blowjobs with lots of spit and sounds. Wants to know my mouth is being used thoroughly and enjoyed completely. Making me his little cock whore to play and amuse himself with. I have to admit it drives me insane as well. Knowing how much pleasure I can give him with my body. Knowing that my flesh can be used like a little whore and make him so wild. To see his firm cock and the hunger in his eyes telling me he wants to ravish me completely. To come home from work and have him just push me against the wall, pull my pants and panties down and slide his cock in. No words, no hi till he fills me with his seed. It turns me on so much that even now I am getting wet just thinking about It as he begins to thrust into my mouth.

I bring my hand between my legs and start to please my clit and slit with two fingers as I pick up pace on his manhood. Several drops of pre-cum have already found their way into my mouth and down my throat. I've never swallowed, not a full load at least, but I always love the feel of his pre-cum in my mouth. He reaches down and slaps my breasts a few times as my nipples harden more at the excitement. I want him so bad the thought of him pounding into me and my own hand touching my clit is enough to make me cum. I bite his cock a little teasingly as a powerful wave of pleasure overtakes me. I moan the way a little slut does, the way he loves and whisper to him "please fuck me."

He doesn't respond, not a word. I want to look up but he told me not to and with denied senses I can definitely see the allure. Everything is enhanced so much it drives me wild. He grabs my hair and pulls me up. Not forcefully, guiding, allowing me to get my footing. Rough, fast he slams me against the glass of the shower. Completely disorientated I have no idea which way I'm facing but I feel his finger tease my little brown hole. I go to object but hold my tongue. I want this, maybe not there, not specifically, more I want him to use me. However he wants, wherever. The thought of us just doing whatever we want to one another tonight is all I thought of at the club. More than one wicked ideas formed in my mind already of what I would do to him and I know that like it or not he will submit as well. But now was not that time. Now was his time and I was the one submitting.

"Open your eyes"

The words startle me. The voice startles me. But I listen and open my eyes, taking a moment to adjust to the new light. I can see through the glass window of the shower and for a moment I think I'm facing the mirror as I noticed a woman being taken from behind. It takes me a few seconds before I realize that it's actually the other room and the girl is propped against the window. The other couple fucking each other watching Dan and myself go at it. It turns me on even more knowing, and seeing, another couple there. I stare at her, beautiful, blond hair, good shape and think to myself how I'd love to lick her pussy as that throbbing cock thrusts into her. My mouth goes wide as for a second I see the man using her. It's Dan. I go to turn but the man behind me keeps me where I am.

"Watch"

I don't know why but I listen to him. I watch the woman chest and hands slamming against the wall; hear her moan of pleasure and excitement with every thrust. I can see Dan's face more and more as he looks over her shoulder at me. I don't even notice it at first. Don't feel it. Not due to a size issue but due to just complete fixation. I begin to moan as I feel, after I'm not sure how long, the cock thrusting into me. My own chest slamming against the glass with every thrust of this foreign cock. I don't object. Not at all. I'm not mad. Not at Dan nor myself. I'm excited. I want this. The realization overtakes me as I stare at Dan and this mystery woman go at it as, whom I can only presume to be her husband, claims me for his own.

"Harder"

The words escape the woman's lips and I can tell that it was not meant for Dan but for her husband. He begins to thrust harder into me, deeper. Dan was well endowed and this man has no less than he does. I moan loudly as I begin to grind and push my hips backwards. I can see Dan watching me as he fuckers her, watching my face as it moves in pleasure. Seeing me bite my lips as a wave of ecstasy fills me. 

"Kneel"

He pulls out and I drop to me knees. I open my mouth and close my eyes. I won't swallow, but definitely welcome a good showering. His hot cum covered my face, my chin, drops down to my chest in droplets as he releases all he had.

"Mind if I join?"

I open my eyes and look up and see the other woman standing at the entrance to the shower. Her husband steps out without a word and she walks in. It was a rhetorical question but she asked teasingly. I can see her own chest covered with a bit of cum but the bulk is missing, probably on the wall or floor. She leans over and licks me from my chest to my lips before kissing me passionately tongue darting into my mouth. I can feel and taste the cum on her lips and tongue as she feeds it to me partially. She pulls back and licks my lips and cheek some more.

"I never like wasting a drop." She says as she licks her lips. I understand at that moment. She took Dan's cock deep into her mouth and swallowed every drop save the few that left when he pulled out but even that small amount she scoops up hungrily from her chest with a finger. She offers it to me and I take her finger into my mouth sucking on it teasingly. She's beautiful. Very, and I can't help but admire her as the water runs over her large chest. Same size as mine I'd guess, 36D, maybe DD. I look up still feeling almost subservient to her, submissive. Me there kneeling with a powerful woman standing atop me. 

She brings my head to between her legs and I flick my tongue over her slit without needing to be told. I taste her juices, a fine wine, intoxicating, and the truth of why Dan loves to eat me out hits me. Tastes good, comforting. I see her coo and knees buckle slightly just from my simple touch. Empowering. I flick my tongue again over her slit this time hitting the clit as she holds my hair firmly.

I looked to the side for a moment, just long enough to see Dan at the doorway to the washroom watching us. The other man i couldn't see though I'm sure he was somewhere.

"He's gone" she spoke as if in answer to a question i didn't ask but she knew i was thinking.

"He went to the lobby, I'm all yours now"

I smiled to myself and went back to the wonderful task at hand. My hands caressed the bare flesh of her ass pulling her closer to me as my tongue continued to flick across and assault her slit. The constant tightening of her grip on my hair as well as the audible encouragement told me that what i was doing was hitting the right spots. I wanted her so bad in the moment, this moment. Here, now. With Dan watching. Wondering what he was wondering. He always encouraged me to explore so I knew he wasn't mad but still wondering. I licked her more letting her juices flow and tasting the sweet nectar of her womanhood. She grabbed my hair hard as her body tensed. She screamed, commanding me, begging me, needing me to continue, to not stop. I happily obliged her indulgence and flicked my tongue even faster sliding the tip into her hole tongue fucking her. A single finger on my right hand, without my intent, had begun to circle her asshole seductively. She smiled and pulled me up. Passionately she kissed me the way no woman ever had. I became enthralled and lost in my actions as i returned the kiss with so much yearning i melted. 

Slowly she kissed her way down my body, kissing each breast and nipple in turn. My sides, my stomach. An inch above my wet aching begging pussy and then finally the slit itself. I rocked hard as an orgasm overtook more from out of nowhere. She knew just how to touch me to mold me to her slut. That is how i felt in the moment. And it felt right. So very right.

She continued to flick her tongue over my slit. Long, slow licks. Exaggerated movements meant to have my body plea for more. I grabbed her hair and thrust her head into my cunt. Not letting her breath. Forcing her to lick more. She didn't mind. She welcomed it. Her hand, and a finger teased my little backside hole the way mine had her moments ago. No objections came to my lips, completely lost in what was happening right now. Juices flowed freely and taken greedily. My brown eye began to pulse, open and constrict to her movements as my body and ass grinded against her. She slid a finger in. I yelped, surprised. She didn't force. She just rubbed the inner walls allowing them to expand and welcome her. My pussy exploded once more under her touch as she slid three fingers in finger fucking me. I slammed my fist against the side of the shower and it barely moved.

She touched me the way Picasso would paint the greatest of his works and i was her masterpiece. Only one other had ever made me quiver as much and he watched amused from the doorway. She licked even more, two fingers fucking my cunt, one taking my ass. I rocked my hips back and forth urging her to fuck me more.

"seems ready" she said between flicks of her tongue.

God she felt good. I frowned a bit as she slid her finger out of my ass. She didn't leave my womanhood. Dan approached, I could hear him and felt his lips on the nape of my neck. I reached back and drew him closer tilting my head to embrace him. He knew I enjoyed this and reveled in the knowledge that he arranged it all. I gasped, loud, as I felt his hard cock slide into my ass. We had done it a few times before but never like this. He withdrew slightly then thrust back in. Not hard, paced. My ass didn't fight it. My body didn't reject it. No, I knew my body wanted it. Dan in my ass. This woman, her name still unknown flicking her tongue over my clit as she fucked me with three fingers.

Time had no meaning anymore as the two of them had their way with me. I felt his hips slam against me and his balls slap the other woman's lips every time he thrust the full length. He even began picking up speed as my body got used to the sensation. It felt good. 

So very good.

I often read stories and heard how good it felt when one was relaxed. They were right. Free of the tension and rejection my body craved this. Craved his shaft to go its full length and claim my ass for his own. I grabbed both of them, each with one hand, and pulled them as close as possible as yet another orgasm enveloped my body. Wave after carnal wave of bliss took me without pause or mercy. I screamed loudly at how good it felt.

I could hear Dan grunt, moan, i knew his body, his actions, he was near orgasm. I pulled him out and slammed him against the side. Quickly I rinsed him off and shoved his cock the full length down my throat.

I gagged, spit drooled out. I almost vomited but I didn't care. Not now. Not right now. I bobbed my head up and dead completely in heat. I no longer felt the gag reflex. I only felt the hard cock pulsing as I pleasured it so much. He moaned loud and twitched. A load as big as I had ever known him to produce shot out of the hole in his cock. It hit the back of my throat. My tongue. Pools of it dripped out from the space between his shaft and my lips. His semen covering me as it flowed from my mouth. I tried to keep it in but there was too much. I struggled. I swallowed. Bitter. Good. Thankful. I swallowed what i could and felt the rest escape from my lips and cover my breasts. The other woman, later I learned it was Sandra, took in one breast then the other. Cleaning me. Dan rocked his hips again and thrust. A second load shot into my mouth. Much smaller. I let it fall from my lips and onto my breast. Sandra licked it up with a coy smile.

"never waste a drop"

the rest of the night passed by too fast. The three of us each orgasming many times over.

Can't wait till our next date



Comments as well as requests are more than welcome



The Date



I stared at the screen.

"Do you want to meet me?"

The text in the conversation window was written in pink with curvy font style. The words on the screen stared back at me. It was like they jumped up and down on the screen so that I would respond at some point. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster. I was terrified but very horny at the same time.

"Yes, please!" I wrote in the conversation box and with a trembling forefinger I pressed the enter button.

"I knew you couldn't resist my charm ;) Where do you want to meet?" The response popped up on the screen half a minute later.

My fear disappeared and was replaced by the nervous feeling that you feel before your first date with the funkiest girl. But this was a guy and not a girl.

"How about my home? We need privacy :p" I wrote back and sensed that these words probably made him really horny.

I gave him my address and time for our date. I decided to go and take a shower. I fixed my hair, put on a new pair of jeans and a t -shirt. I inspected myself in the large mirror in the hall and felt satisfied with the result. When my doorbell rang with a sharp signal I only had to reach out to open the door.

"You were very quick to open your door! Have you been waiting for a long time?" The guy said and smiled teasingly at me.

"Uh, huh, no, I just stood and looked at myself in the mirror."

"Did you like what you saw?" He said and looked deep into my eyes with his sexy look.

"Not half as much as I like the person standing in front of me now." I said and smile at my fancy reply. 

I didn't lie because the guy who stood in the hallway in front of me was the neatest revelation I've ever seen. He was occasionally muscular, tanned and his face beautiful with gorgeously sparkling ocean blue eyes! He came closer to me and caressed my chest with his sexy hands. He leaned forward and whispered with his horny voice in my ear:

"If you like what you see now just wait till you see this!" He said and squeezed the bulge on his jeans. 

He took the opportunity to squeeze on mine also and he rolled his keen eyes when he felt the not too modest size of my cock. He let go of my cock and strode off towards the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator door and fished out two beers. I sneaked up behind him, leaned over his shoulder and bit his ear.

"You like to tease don't you." I whispered in his ear.

"Yes I do. I see that you like it and that makes it even more amusing." He said and turned to me.

I smiled at him, took one beer from his hand and went to the living room where I sat down on the sofa. He came close behind me and sat down beside me. He turned his face towards me and we looked at each other. We opened and drunk the beer. I thought that he was a real hottie. He tilted his head cutely against the backrest of the sofa and began to fiddle on my thighs. He knew that he made me crazy and horny with his playfulness. I grabbed his hand and held it firmly against my cock. But he refused to do that and pulled his hand away.

"You are horny." He said and shook his sweet head.

I jerked him to me and pressed him tightly against my chest.

"I want you." I breathed and bit his lip.

Now he finally kissed me.

"Mm... Colgate?" He said between the kisses.

"No, it's Pepsodent." I replied with my tongue half inside his mouth and laughed at his hilarious joke.

"The guy in the Pepsodent commercials is hot!" He said and laughed.

"Maybe he's gay?" I said and smiled enigmatically at him.

"Admit that he turns you on!" He laughed and poked me in the arm.

"Yes he does! I dream that he is you. It's him I kiss and tease!" I joked.

"Who said that you tease me?" He smiled and raised his eyebrows.

"The one inside your jeans." I remarked and nodded towards his rock hard bulge.

He admitted defeat in our duel of words and kissed me .

"Mm... Who has taught you to kiss like this?" He sighed and I could see that he was getting really horny because his eyes were dim.

"The Pepsodent guy." I said and laughed. He rolled his eyes and smiled.

I stroked off his shirt and threw it on the floor. I kissed his chest and abdomen. He groaned loudly when I nibbled on his nipples. He grabbed me and turned me around so that I was below him instead. He undressed all of my clothes except my underwear. I loved the way he kissed me on the neck and I moaned loudly. He smiled and continued to kiss, nibble and bite me on the neck. I thought that I'll have fine love marks tomorrow. He went down to lick and kiss me along my legs. He sucked on my toes and licked my feet. He groaned higher than I did. I was surprised that my sexy feet turned him on.

"Oh, kinky stuff excites you." I said and grinned. I pulled him up and kissed his wonderful mouth. 

He answered my kiss passionately and our tongues danced in each other's mouths. He was far down in my throat and I loved the taste of him.

I fumbled with the buttons on his pants so I tried to pull off his pants. He laughed at me and took off the pants along with his underwear. I showed him what I wanted by stroking his hard cock. I sat on him and licked the glans before I sucked all of it into my mouth. I enjoyed the taste of his cock and the sound of his groans.

"Slow down! I don't want to come too soon. Your tongue is so wonderful!" He gasped.

"Oh no, I want to have more fun with you." I said and took my dick out from his mouth. 

I turned him around and started to lick his anus. My tongue made him moan even louder and he asked me to do it harder.

"Oh, you have no idea how rough I can be but I have to soften you up first!" I said while I put saliva on my finger and brought it inside his ass.

He groaned and moved against my finger. I pulled out my finger and took a tube of lubricant from the living room table. I told him to enter the bedroom. I continued my treatment in the bedroom and worked with three fingers.

"Now you'll probably be ready!" I said proudly and slapped him over one buttock. 

I was going to put my cock inside him when he turned around and said:

"I want to see your gorgeous eyes while you fuck me!"

I agreed and put his legs up on my shoulders and swung my penis into his anus. I took it easy because of my big cock. I started to fuck him intermittently but after a while we found a pace that both liked. I leaned forward and kissed with open eyes. When I was about to come I heard him gasp:

"I want you to make me come."

I slowed down the pace and took his cock. I jerked it off while I fucked him until we both came and screamed out our orgasms. I pulled out and gave him a kiss on the mouth.

"How did it feel to be loved?" I asked him.

"It was wonderful!" He said with a big smile. 



The Date



Lynda was lounging by the pool as the kids played; there was volleyball, Frisbee, some were tanning and a couple had paired-off to play their own adventuresome games in the deeper water. She was not the only adult at the pool but none the less, she felt alone and out of place.

Summer time at the gated community pool was a time for youthful frivolity and a reminder that anyone over the age of thirty, was just a tired, old relic of another era. The young ones were confident and at ease with their bodies. Bikinis and muscle-shirts were the norm. Her own daughter wore barely enough to be legal as she splashed at the side of the pool. And her son was lounging with his crowd of equally well-built studs.

Lynda was a widow, now for almost seven years. At forty-two, she was comfortably well-off and secure financially. She had two great kids, college grads, both. Her large condo on the golf course had a separate suite and guest cottage that the kids used and her former husband's estate provided for her every whim. The only thing missing was her youth. And it ate away at her subconscious.

She was slim and attractive. Many older fellas in the community had flirted and try to tempt her with dinner, drinks and vacation trips. But she could never escape the feeling of being an outsider. Of never being a part of things.

Her husband had been her boss and twice her age when they met. His only real demand of her was to bear his children and not cause a commotion. She was young and naïve, and this seemed a good bargain. 

To jump years ahead- - He was facing federal prison time when his heart attack hit. His lawyer advised Lynda that if she played it right, her inheritance would be millions, the condo, the Mercedes, and a life of leisure. The teenagers had trust-funds and paid-up tuition to top-notch universities. Lynda's portfolio, wardrobe and jewelry box were lavish. And there had never been a hint of scandal to her name. Or any true excitement, either. 

But days like this always caused her to reflect. And a sad melancholy settled over her. She never once, regretted being a faithful wife, church-goer and excellent mom. She was no prude, but she saw that her son and daughter were having more fun today, than she had had in thirty years. 

Lynda was an arm-piece and a P.T.A. Mom. She had travelled but never saw anything. She attended every "opening," but never got to know anyone. She sat on committees and donated without ever experiencing a thing. 

She also took Pilates, Yoga and jogged every day. Only to build a figure that was appraised and ogled but never touched. 

She sipped the last of her margarita and closed her book as the shadow of a man descended across her body. It was Bob Wolfe, as always, bringing her a refill and trying again to engage her in some casual banter. 

"Remember when we were the ones laughing and flaunting our bodies," he laughed. Bob always laughed, always had a corny joke and always reminisced about his youthful exploits. He was still solidly-built at fifty. A divorcee and childless. His money apparently came from the same shady source as her husband's. He wore a lot of gold, Rolexes and suede. His bushy sideburns and greying ponytail hinted at his background. And he had a proclivity for "painted" women and one-night stands. 

He had always been respectful and protective of Lynda, even long after her husband had died. Bob and Lynda had not grown-up together, and had not even met until about ten years ago. But Bob had been a close associate of her husband and no doubt, led an eventful and hedonistic lifestyle.

He settled his big frame into a lounge chair beside her and casually rested his legs on the edge of her recliner. Bob seemed always at ease with his body and in control of his environment. She envied that quality. He had broad shoulders and a large chest and full belly, tanned with a thick carpet of greying body-hair. He wore colorful Hawaiian shorts with gold bracelets and rings. His thick legs gave him a fireplug appearance. And though he smiled often, everyone treated him with deference. 

Lynda had heard rumors, even from her husband, that Bob was not to be trifled with. But rumors abound in small communities and Bob did seem to like her, so she always made time for him. "You know Lynda, even with all this young snatch here, You're still the best look'n broad around. Older chicks have a style, you know. I still like those tight asses, don't get me wrong. But I think an older chick knows what she wants and can please a guy better." 

Lynda had to smile, and even stifle a laugh. She knew there were compliments tucked into those tortured phrases and she missed the dialects of her old neighborhood. 

Bob's big paw clamped down firmly but gently on her upper thigh. "Hey Lyn, why don't we leave the kiddie-pool, and I'll take you out on the town?"

Two minutes ago there would have been no chance of that. But a day or was it a decade of reflection, mixed with just the right amount of tequila, and she answered, "you're on Bob. Let me take a shower and change and you can pick me up at seven, okay?"

Always cool, Bob was floored. He already had a second line prepared. His cool façade dropped for a moment, then he recovered nicely. "Yeah, yeah. Shower and change," he replied. Knowing that he would need to sober-up and place a few calls. "Good doll, I'll pick you up. I want you looking sharp. Alotta cleavage, you know, the guys will be impressed. I'm gonna really show you off, tonight. Seven it is. Have a pitcher of martinis chilling, I like vodka." 

As if she were no longer a part of the conversation, Bob rose from his chair, slipped into his sandals and downed his drink. He reached down to kiss her cheek and was abruptly gone. Lynda was so startled she had to puzzle, whether or not Bob actually cupped her breast as he kissed her. 

"How many of these damn drinks did I have?" She mused to herself. His mannerisms and expressions were rough around the edges, but it promised to be a fun night and she had not been on a date in ages. "Why not, what do I have to lose?"

She all but skipped home, and as soon as she was on carpet, she grabbed a bottle of Russian Vodka. One with tonic for her, and the rest on ice. She slipped into the shower and immediately planned her evening attire. Lynda playfully squeezed her melon-sized tits and lifted them gently. "What do I have that will show these off and will knock his socks off?" She wondered for a moment, why she would primp for Bob. But attributed it to alcohol and giddiness. "Why not dress-up abit, and wow his friends? It might be nice to have guys fawn over me. Besides, what's the harm?" She shampooed her long golden locks and took extra time sudsing her lithe frame. "It's been too long since I teased a man."

She stepped infront of her full-length mirror and took a long appraising look at herself. "The tits are still an "eight," no sag," she felt conservatively. "I could lose a pound or two around the middle, but if that's what he notices with the dress I chose, then he's not as macho as he thinks." 

She spun around for a back view and was pleased by what she saw and then ran her fingers through her bushy pubic mound. "Maybe I should just trim this alittle, it's getting abit wooly? Wait. What am I thinking?! He's never going to see my pussy. Lynda you idiot, you better stop drinking, now!" 

The clock struck seven and Lynda was ready to vamp. Her long blonde hair lay seductively on her bare shoulders. She wore a black, sleeveless dress that hugged all of her delicious curves. It was slit up the left side revealing a firmly-muscled thigh in four-inch heels. She cinched it with a teal blue sash at her middle that accentuated her trim waist, and highlighted her bright, blue eyes. She debated wearing a push-up foundation but decided that her boobs were fine just as they were. She did though, sprinkle a dash of glitter over the tops of her globes, and admired it as a nod to her youth. 

At twenty after seven, she poured herself a martini and nervously raked her fingers through her lovely locks. 

Her next drink came at seven-thirty, and her hair was starting to look tussled. She was running scenarios in her mind. Had Bob forgotten? Had he found a "younger piece?" Maybe he was getting a last-second blowjob from some bimbo, because he knew Lynda would never put-out? She unconsciously rolled-up her dress a few inches and tugged down the top to show more cleavage. Her nipples were barely covered by the slinky material. She was reaching for the pitcher as the doorbell rang and she rushed to the door. Bob looked like a movie gangster. A sharkskin suit with his hair slicked back, and pinkie-ring. 

He wrapped his meaty paw around her and easily pulled her towards him. He nuzzled her neck and patted her ass. "You look good enough to eat." They both laughed, but for different reasons. He scarfed a martini and took a long, analytical look at Lynda. He nonchalantly squeezed her breasts and said, "hell of a rack. You're gonna knock 'em dead tonight." He rubbed his hand along her bare thigh, stopping just short of her pubic triangle. "Good, I hate stockings. We're going to have a great night." 

Lynda was non-plussed. She had just been graded and evaluated like livestock, and yet, felt a tingle in her loins and got a kick over meeting Bob's standards. This sensation was oddly erotic and her body warmed to it. Bob's big, rough hand was again clamped on her back-side. He led her outside to where a gleaming, black, stretch-limo was parked. As she slid into the seat, a much younger lady was fumbling with her skirt and reapplying her makeup. "Who is this?" Linda asked sternly.

"She's nobody, she came with the car," was his brusque reply. There was an exchange of cash and the girl was quickly ushered out the other door. The limo was moving and Lynda was easily distracted by more of Bob's flattery and alcohol. "Wow Lynda, you've kept yourself locked-up for too long." She nodded her head in agreement as the thought hit her. "With this body and those looks, you should be front and center. Tonight I'm going to show you the ropes." 

Lynda admitted to herself that she had led a sheltered life. She had even repressed her fantasy life. This guy, a limo, a pitcher of martinis and a slinky dress was hitting her like a whirlwind. 

They drank a toast and shared a laugh about what the night may hold for them, then exchanged a sloppy tongue kiss. Bob's hand reached for her tits and squeezed them firmly, taking time to knead them like dough balls. Lynda was taken by surprise but adjusted instantly. She placed her hand on top of his but did not brush it away. She let it linger there and absorbed the rough feeling of excitement it generated. Bob was pleased with her response and more so, when she slowly glided his hand down her belly and between her legs. She tugged her undies aside as Bob's fingers wriggled into her pussy. She started to moan and squirm. 

Bob kissed her neck and lips. He mumbled some soft words in her ear mixed with some crude sexual terms that only served to heighten her arousal. She was losing herself in the torrent building in her vagina. It wasn't much longer until the pressure came to the boiling point. She spread her legs, inviting him in, and if there had been any doubt, she now disposed of it. 

"Bob, do it please. It's been so long. Please make me cum." A few rapid flicks of his fingers and she was in heaven. The dam burst and her orgasmic scream filled the big car. Her heels flew off and her undies were soaked with her juices. Bob's fingers, now three-wide, drove deep inside her sodden snatch, exploring every inch of her and sending her into ecstasy. Lynda bucked and rocked as another wave began to mount. She didn't protest at all as he gripped the front of her dress and yanked it down to her waist. He slobbered over her tits and chewed on her nipples. She thrashed all over the leather seats . Her body grew limp as her multiple orgasms finally subsided. She felt a sudden, strong pressure on the back of her neck. His big hand wrapped a hunk of her beautiful, long hair and pushed her towards his crotch. 

She was torn, but felt compelled to return the pleasure he had provided and soon came face-to-face(so to speak,) with his erect cock. It was short and thick like the rest of him, with a large, purplish head. Shiny with either pre-cum or sweat, it appeared to glisten in her grip. She hoped to ease into this with slow licks or soft kisses, but the force on her neck obliged her to open wide and let it enter, fully. It didn't take much on her part before she knew what was coming. And cum it did. Lynda had no intention of swallowing Bob Wolfe's discharge. But he had no intention of letting her decide. 

Lynda gagged and choked as his hot load exploded in her mouth. She swallowed, as much to catch her breath, as to clear her throat. A few milky drops oozed from her lips and his big cock, with it's obscene, bulbous head , traced a sticky line from her chin to her chest. It took a moment for her to recover her composure. Her dress was bunched at her waist and semen was drying on her tits and neck. Her lipstick was smeared and her hair a rat's nest. At some point, Bob had relieved her of her panties and used them to wipe his limp cock and stuffed them in his pocket like a souvenir. She reached in her purse for a tissue and a brush to apply a hasty makeover. 

Bob eased back in his seat and tapped the dark window-divider to signal the chauffer. He then stole a quick glance at Lynda as she fumbled to rearrange her outfit. "Hurry-up and dress, we'll be pulling in soon." 

She was a bit stunned and vaguely insulted. But the door suddenly opened and Bob was on the sidewalk motioning for her to follow. A doorman rushed to present him with a cigar, and release a velvet rope. 

These surroundings were strange to her, so she traipsed along beside her escort as Bob was led through a dimly lit hallway and into a dark, smoky lounge. They were seated at a corner booth illuminated only by candle light. A waiter instantly appeared with a champagne bucket and martini pitcher. A waitress followed with a plate of oysters, and she slithered onto Bob's lap while lighting his cigar. Lynda watched slack-jawed as Bob slipped a hand under her frilly bottoms and cupped her ass. She then pulled her skimpy top down and allowed Bob to suck hungrily on her tits. 

Lynda could see now that this was Bob's "move," and this joint had to be his idea of seductive. She suppressed a laugh and marveled that he didn't push the girl to her knees and have sex with her right at the table. What could Lynda say, she had fallen for this cheap foreplay, already. And he was basically harmless, right?

The lights impossibly seemed to dim some more, and two men, very much like Bob, joined their small table. The strangers greeted Bob knowingly, and leered lasciviously at Lynda as they crowded in next to her. Each one had some lewd comment or critique to offer about her and Bob only laughed as the men drank toasts to her eyes, her lips and her boobs. They were never introduced to her but her name was clearly mentioned as they conversed in an exotic foreign tongue. In low whispers, they exchanged glances and remarks, while measuring and grading her with their various hand gestures. 

The men, one on either side of her were not shy in groping her boobs and running their hands along her bare thighs. They encouraged her to drink with them and she smiled as they complimented her shape in some extremely crude ways. She teetered between insult and embarrassment, but fueled by vodka, and innocently enjoying even this boorish attention she managed to tolerate their behavior. One big, heavy hand grabbed a firm hold of her left breast. She was just ready to shriek when she noticed Bob reach into his pocket. 

Thinking that he was about to defend her honor and fearing that he might draw a gun, she gasped audibly. All eyes were drawn to her for a second. Then they turned back to Bob when her expression changed. In Bob's hand, was her damp, sticky panties that he had pocketed in the limo. He kissed them loudly, and passed them around to his cretin friends. Like high-schoolers, they alternately sniffed them and rubbed their crotch with them, and they ended-up on the head of the jerk to her right. More toasts were pledged and the groping intensified. She struggled to fight-off the two sets of man-hooks ripping at her dress and playing with all of her body parts. She felt two strong hands on her shoulders and was relieved to see that Bob had finally come to her rescue. 

However, her shining knight only motioned to one of his compatriots to douse the candle. In the instant darkness and chaos, she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper and felt a large hand under her jaw, simultaneously jerking her around on her chair. Two hands came from behind her, yanked her dress to her hips, and gripped her tits like a vise. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and pulled on her tits as if he might walk away with them. 

Meanwhile two other hands spread her legs apart with the strength of pile-drivers and rudely began to massage her bare pussy. Two fingers worked their way into her pussy while two more pushed in to her tight, little anus. 

She could not move her head in any direction due to the hand grasping her jaw. Now the only thing in her line of sight was Bob's thick cock. He forced her mouth open and plunged his sturdy rod deep into her throat. Fearing that he might break her jaw if she resisted, she resigned herself to repeat her performance from the car. For the second time in two hours, she had Bob's monster prick driving in and out of her mouth. This time though, the vodka had slowed him down and she would need to work at this blowjob to get it over. 

She had the added pleasure of two other drunk creeps pulling at her and arguing over who goes next. Bob pounded her mouth with his thick cock. The alcohol slowed his ejaculate but never dampened his rigidity. 

Lynda was drooling saliva down her chin and his slippery cock was hurting her jaw muscles when he suddenly pulled hard on her golden mane and drove hard against the back of her throat. She had no choice but to swallow his creamy seed. His cock grew limp as he withdrew and he seemed to gently brush her cheek with the back of his hand. She smiled for a brief second but then saw that he was merely giving a fist-bump to his buddy and presenting her to him. Bob relit his cigar and refilled his drink as he made his way back to his seat. 

Lynda had time only to sip a little champagne, to wash away the taste of semen that was becoming all too familiar. The hands in her pussy and ass were withdrawn with a plop and another zipper was undone. The man behind her, still nameless, bent her forward as he shoved his fully engorged prick into her sopping hole. Her face fell into the lap of anonymous guy #2. His long cock pushed against her clenched lips. She hesitated for a moment, sizing-up her options, when a sharp slap on her ass jarred her back to her reality. #1 was snaking his big dick into her pussy, doggy-style. Unknown #2 positioned her pink lips directly over his long veiny rod, and planted his hand on the back of her head. A position she was becoming very familiar with. The cock in her already soaked, vagina, was pushing her face onto the other cock. The one thrusting into her mouth was pushing her back onto the huge pecker plowing away at her snatch. The three of them acted like a well-oiled sex machine.

The image of it must have been sexy for Bob, because he had one of the sleazy little cocktail girls on her knees, sucking and slurping in unison with Lynda. 

The man she was fellating began to groan loudly and pull her long, blonde tresses. She could tell it would be only a matter of seconds before she got another blast of semen. As the mysterious guy behind her, tugged on her tits and slammed into her pussy, she felt her mouth swelling-up with the salty explosion. He continued to pump and she continued to swallow but somehow more cum spurted on her face and chest. He stroked his cock until it shot a couple more gooey strands of cum in her hair and then he sat back, exhausted.




The Date



Lynda was not afforded that luxury as she was spun around one more time to find yet another enormous cock, shiny and slick from her pussy juices, ready to drop another load in her mouth. One more cock, this one tasted of her own cunt, was forcing it's path into her mouth. This cock, already primed, needed just the feel of her tongue to ignite its raging stream of goo, and she was filled yet again. Four blowjobs on three different guys in less than three hours on her first night out in seven years. 

She sank back in her chair too tired to even cover her sticky body or wipe the cum from her face and chest. Her hair was soaked and matted to her scalp, with long strands showing where they were almost yanked out of her head. Her mascara was blotted on her cheeks like a raccoon and what was left of her lipstick made her appear to be in clown makeup. Her tits were exposed and strung with ropes of milky cum, her dress in tatters. She was sweaty and sticky and her mouth tasted like the floor of a taxi. She could see in the gloom that men were applauding her performance and marveled at the sight of her conspirators hurrying to pour her a fresh drink and prepare a plate of food for her. 

She felt amazingly satisfied and fulfilled as she scanned the room. It was obvious that other men wanted to be with her and Bob was accepting handshakes and congratulations. Bob's guests were shoveling piles of cash on the table to cover the tab for the drinks and "entertainment." Bob scooped a few Benjamins for himself and handed a couple to Lynda as he took her hand to leave. He relit his cigar and placed his jacket across her shoulders.

"You done good this evening, I'll have the driver drop you at home. Be ready Friday at seven..."

The end.



The Date



Something a little different.

My thanks again to Mostera1, he always makes my stories better.

I hope you enjoyed the read. As always, your feedback is appreciated.

*****

They had been married for six years and went together for a year before that. After all that time she knew her husband inside and out. He wasn't going to like it. Still...she had to try. It was such a worthwhile cause. Even if he didn't like it, it was for charity; really...how could he say no? 

She'd been rehearsing ever since her friend told her about the event earlier that day. She had it all planned out. She waited until after dinner and everything was quiet. His stomach was full and he should be a little mellow from the wine; the time was right.

"Jerry, do you have a minute to talk?"

"Yeah, sure, honey. What's up?" he said while putting the TV remote down on the coffee table. With a pat of his hand, he scooted over to give his beautiful wife room to sit next to him on the couch. "You have my full attention," he said with a smile.

Marcy sat down and flashed her big green eyes in his direction. "Well, you know ever since mom died of breast Cancer last year, I've wanted to do something for charity."

"Yeah, honey, and I think it's a good idea," he responded.

"Well, I've got a chance to raise some money for Cancer research next month. Emmy, my friend from work, did it last year. She raised eight hundred dollars and said it was a lot of fun. She's going to do it again this year and I'd like to do it with her, but I'm afraid you won't like it."

"How much is it going to cost me?" he asked with caution. 

"Nothing, honey; not a cent."

"I like it already," he joked. "If it's not going to cost me anything, why wouldn't I like it?" he asked with a slight chuckle.

"It, ah...it involves going on a date," she sheepishly replied. 

"A date; what do you mean, a date?"

"Um, well, it's not really a date, date; it's just dinner and maybe some dancing."

"You lost me," he said, looking a little confused. "We go out to dinner, then go someplace to dance...how do you raise the money for the charity?" 

"No, no, honey," she quickly replied. "It wouldn't be us. I'd be going out with someone else."

"Someone else...who?" She was right in the first place; Jerry suddenly wasn't liking this at all.

"Whoever bids the highest," she responded. "It's an auction, a charity auction."

It didn't take Jerry long to put two and two together. "An auction; you mean you'd be up on some stage, strutting your stuff while a bunch of strangers bid to take you out for the night? Sorry, honey; you'll have to come up with some other way to raise money. There's no way I'm letting my wife do something like that." 

He knew how hard his wife took her mother's death. She was way too young to die. Ever since, Marcy had been talking about doing some charity work, but this...?

"Jerry..." 

"I can't believe you're even considering this, Marcy. Hell, it's demeaning," he continued as he cut her off. "Would you really stand up there while a bunch of horny guys bid for you like a side of beef? No, absolutely not," he said again, this time even more emphatically. "I'm not putting my wife on the auction block; I don't care if it is for charity."

Again, Marcy started to say something but he still wasn't done yet.

"Honey, it's not only demeaning, it's downright dangerous. You could wind up with a rapist or some psycho killer. How the hell can they even get away with setting married women up on dates, like that? I thought that kind of thing was only for single people."

Marcy was disappointed. She knew he wouldn't like the idea but she wasn't expecting his reaction to be quite so strong. She was hoping to use a little friendly persuasion to talk him into it, but her hopes were rapidly diminishing. Still...nothing ventured, nothing gained.

She finally got a chance to speak. "When they first started, it was just for singles, but then a few of the married women wanted to volunteer, and of course the more women they have, the more money they make. So they opened it up to both married and single people. It's all for charity, honey."

"Yeah, I know; you said that before. The answer is no, Marcy. We'll put our heads together and figure out another way to give to charity. I'm sure there are things we can do together to raise money. I'm not letting you go out with some total stranger. I'd be worried sick the whole time you were out." 

"Jerry, it's all very platonic. Last year the guy that won Emmy took her out for a nice dinner and a little dancing. He was a perfect gentleman and had her home before midnight."

"Honey, that's not the point. It isn't that I don't trust you. What if the guy who wins you is NOT a perfect gentleman? What the hell am I supposed to do while you're on this date that's not really a date, sit home twiddling my thumbs?" 

"Jerry," she responded, "all the guys bidding are registered with the charity council. They have all the pertinent information on everyone. They even run them through credit checks. Most of them are big shot CEO's and business owners who contribute to several charities throughout the year. This is just a little more fun than simply writing a check. In addition to their donation being tax deductible, they get to spend some time with a member of the opposite sex, that's all. It's all very innocent, honey."

"Babe, I'm sorry but I just don't like the idea...not at all. I'll check around. I'm sure there's something you and I can do together to raise money for Cancer research."

"Jerry, it's..."

"Honey, please; let's drop it, okay? I'm just not comfortable with the whole idea."

***

"So...what did he say?" asked Emmy, the next day at work. Marcy hadn't even had a chance to sit down at her desk with her coffee yet.

"Nix," she replied. "He shut me down, cold."

"Why? Did you tell him it was to raise money for breast Cancer research?"

"Yes, of course I did. He just doesn't like the idea. I told you he wouldn't like me being out with another man. He said he'd be sitting home worrying about me all night."

"Shit, Marcy, is he really that insecure?" asked her friend.

"It's not that, he's afraid the guy will turn out to be a rapist or something."

Marcy took her first sip of coffee and thought about her friend's question. "I don't know, maybe you're right. Maybe he just doesn't trust me. Maybe he believes I'm going to sleep with the guy who bids on me."

"But that's ridiculous, Marcy. Have you ever given him cause to think like that?"

"No, of course not. I've never cheated on Jerry and he knows it. Honestly, I'm not sure what he thinks but he was adamantly against it."

"You think it'd do any good if I talked to him?"

"I don't know...maybe, but I doubt it." Marcy thought for a moment. "Actually, it might be better to have another man's perspective. Do you think Stan would talk to him?"

"Yeah, I don't see why not, but you think he'd listen to Stan. They only met once."

"I don't know, Emmy. I don't see that I have anything to lose."

"You have a point. You want me to have Stan call him at home tonight?"

"Yeah, I guess...no, wait a minute. I think it'd be better if Stan talked to him in person. How about if I ask you guys over for dinner? After we've eaten you can come in the kitchen with me to help with the dishes. We'll leave Stan and Jerry together in the dining room."

"Yeah, good idea," Emmy confirmed. "Hey, I have something here that might help as well," she said, digging in her purse. She handed Marcy a brochure. "Here's some literature about the auction. It tells all about the whole thing; how it's organized, the sign up process, how the bidders are vetted...everything."

Marcy took the pamphlet and looked it over. "Yeah, this is good. I'll leave it on the coffee table tonight, right under the remote. He's bound to see it there. Thanks. Between this and your husband, maybe we can get him to change his mind. I really want to do this...for my mom," she said as her eyes gazed over a little with moisture. 

Later that evening, Marcy anxiously kept glancing at her husband who was sitting on the couch in the living room. "Come on," she urged under her breath. "Come on. You must see it. It's sitting right in front of you. Come on, pick it up."

Almost like magic, Jerry started reaching for the bro- "No, damn it," she silently cursed. He picked up the TV cable guide, instead...wait...he's hesitating. I think he sees the brochure. YES! He has it in his hand. He's opening it. 

A big smile stretched across Marcy's face as she started to load the dishwasher. Maybe it won't change his mind, she mused, but at least he's reading it. She took that to mean he hadn't completely ruled things out. It gave her just the slightest bit of hope. 

Jerry was still reading it when Marcy finished in the kitchen and joined him in the living room.

"Is this what you were talking about last night?" he asked refolding the tri-fold piece of literature and setting it back down.

"Yeah, honey. Emmy gave that to me to look over."

"Why? Didn't you tell her you couldn't do it?"

"Yes, of course I did. She...well, she gave it to me for you, actually. She thought that maybe if you knew more about it..."

"That I would change my mind," he interjected.

"Yeah," she sheepishly admitted. "Honey, it's for..."

"I know, I know; it's for charity. That doesn't mean everybody involved in this thing is a saint, honey."

"Did you read the brochure? Did you see all the precautions they take?"

"Yeah, I read it. I'll admit, it seems very well organized, but this is only the third year for this thing. If you ask me, they've just been lucky something hasn't happened."

"Honey, some of the registered bidders are in their sixties or seventies."

"Never heard of a dirty old man?" he countered.

Marcy could see he was still devoutly against it and thought it was better to drop it until she had backup. She wanted so badly to do what she could to raise money for Cancer research, but she wasn't going to let it jeopardize her marriage. She'd give it one more shot on Friday, if he was still dead set against it, she'd give up and hope for next year.

The next day Emmy asked if she got him to read the brochure. She said she had but it didn't seem to make any difference. She told Emmy to tell Stan not to push too hard on Friday. As much as she wanted to do it, she didn't want to make him mad. 

Other than the brochure still laying on the coffee table, nothing more was said about the auction until Friday. Jerry thought she'd given up on the idea until he came home from work and saw the dining room table set for four.

"Are we having company, honey?" he asked, joining Marcy in the kitchen.

"Hi, honey." She greeted him with a smile and a big kiss. "Yeah, I invited Emmy and Stan over for dinner," she reported after breaking the kiss.

Jerry still had her in his arms as he closed his eyes and let his head drop at the news. 

"Honey, don't be like that. She's my best friend at work. I just thought it'd be nice to have them over socially, that's all."

"Marcy, you're as transparent as cellophane. Don't give me that social crap; this is another attempt to get me to change my mind on that damn charity auction. How many times do I have to say no?"

"Okay," she retorted, "maybe it is. I'm sorry. I just really would like to do this, Jerry." 

From the look on his face, he wasn't happy. She knew, without a doubt, this was her last hoorah. 

"Alright, I'll stop. Just be nice to our company, okay? Emmy is my best friend at work. I've only met her husband a couple times but he seems nice, too. You met him once."

"I did? When?"

"At the company's anniversary party a couple years ago."

"Geeze, Marcy, I met a lot of people that night."

"I know, I'm sure you'll remember when you see him. Please, just be your own sweet, personable, charming, and funny self, tonight." She reached around his neck with both arms, looked into his eyes, and pressed herself against his chest. "If you're nice to my friends," she said in a sultry voice, "you could possible get lucky tonight." She knew that would bring a smile to his face; she wasn't wrong.

"You don't have to bribe me, gorgeous. I'm always my sweet, personable, charming, and funny self. However, I'm not about to turn your bribe down," he said just before kissing her again. 

Just as Marcy felt something growing in his pants, the doorbell rang. He sighed as they broke the kiss. 

"Keep that thought in mind," she told him, patting her hand on his chest.

Together they went to greet their guests. Jerry did remember Stan as soon as he saw him. He remembered, out of all the people he met that night, Stan was one of the few he liked. He had seen Emmy when he'd sometimes pick his wife up after work or taken her out to lunch.

Dinner was very pleasant. Jerry kept his word and had everyone laughing with his sharp wit and charm. Not one word was spoken about the auction until the girls cleared the table and retreated into the kitchen.

"I understand you're not too keen about this charity auction thing," Stan said, seizing the moment.

"Not really," Jerry replied. "Don't you worry about Emmy's safety? I mean, you have no idea who she's out with."

"This is a pretty hoity-toity event, Jerry. Hell, some of the girls have gone for as much as two grand. As pretty as Marcy is, she might even bring in more than that. The guys that sign up to bid are all pretty well off. They're bankers, lawyers, business people..."

"Lawyers," Jerry interrupted with a chuckle. "Now I know the answer's no." 

It was a joke and Stan knew it. Maybe it was a clue that he was spreading it a little too thick. "You know what I mean," he replied with a laugh. "Anyway, I don't worry about it. I figure the group that puts this thing on every year would be nuts not to take every precaution for the girls safety."

Stan made sense. There was another question Jerry wanted to ask, but if he did, he knew it would get right back to Marcy and he didn't want that so it remained unasked. Stan's pitch was short and sweet. They continued to talk, but about other subjects until Jerry was called.

"Honey," he heard his lovely wife's voice coming from the kitchen. "Could you come and open the wine for us?"

"I'll be right there," he answered. He excused himself from Stan to go play bartender. 

The rest of the night was filled with great conversation and lots of laughs. If nothing else, thought Jerry, they had a great evening and gained two new friends. As for the charity auction...well, Stan had him thinking about it.

At the end of the night, Jerry and Marcy said goodbye to their company with a promise of getting together again, soon. Marcy never said another word about the auction, but instead, took Jerry's hand and led him up stairs to collect his reward for being so nice to Emmy and Stan. 

Jerry was already hard by the time they reached the bedroom. He took his sexy wife in his arms and drew her up tight for a kiss. She felt him immediately and looked up with a smile.

"You don't waste time, do you," she said in a throaty whisper. 

He slowly pulled down the zipper of her dress. Marcy felt goose bumps as it fell to her feet. 

Enough of the slow seduction, she thought, it wasn't necessary. She was worked up and wanted it now. Almost frantically, she reached down and unbuckled his belt, rapidly followed by the fastener and zipper of his pants. He moaned as she shoved her hand down his underwear and wrapped her fingers around the stiff shaft inside. 

"Look what I found," she chuckled. "You know what they say...finder's keeper's."

"It's all yours, baby," he breathed, "anytime, anywhere."

Within seconds they were both naked and on the bed. He knew every one of her hot spots, and touched on every one; behind the ear, under her chin, and of course the nipples. 

She groaned, screamed, pleaded, and yelled, "Oh God," more times than he could count...and he hadn't even stuck it in yet. 

When he did, she dug her nails into his back, wrapped her legs around his waist, and pushed her hips back and forth to coincide with every thrust of her man's love tool.

She felt her passions rising with each stroke. Every nerve stood on end as her body stiffened and waves of ecstasy washed over her. 

Jerry's body became rigid. He climaxed, shooting again and again, until he was completely spent. 

Exhausted, he collapsed next to his panting wife. As they both fought to breathe, Marcy curled into his side and sought the comfort and protection of his strong body. 

Jerry wrapped his arm around her small frame and gave her a big hug, bringing her even closer. 

***

The following Monday morning, Jerry was sitting at his desk when Bob Knoll poked his head through the doorway. "Hey, good buddy, have you seen Carl's new secretary? Smokin!" he said in his best Jim Carrey imitation. 

Bob was Jerry's best friend at work. They played golf together almost every Sunday and hand ball at the "Y" on Wednesdays. But, unlike Emmy and Stan, he and his wife, Susie, knew both Jerry and Marcy very well. The four of them had been friends for years. In fact, Bob knew Jerry so well he could tell something was wrong just by looking at him.

"Uh oh, what's the matter, good buddy? You look like you just missed a six inch putt to break eighty." 

Jerry sighed and sat back in his chair. "Do you have a minute?" 

"Sure." Bob wandered the rest of the way into Jerry's office and sat down. "What's up?"

"I guess I'm feeling a little guilty," Jerry replied. "Would you let Susie go out on a date with somebody you didn't know, if it was for charity?"

Bob looked at him a little strangely. "Ah...I don't know. I guess it would depend on the circumstances. What...ah..."

"Marge wants to volunteer for this charity auction thing," Jerry went on to explain. "It's supposedly just a lot of good natured fun. Women volunteers get on stage and they're bid on by guys in the audience. The money each girl raises goes to Cancer research. After the auction each woman goes out with the guy that won her with the highest bid. Supposedly all they do is go out to dinner and maybe go dancing afterward. Marge has a friend who did it last year and said the guy was a perfect gentleman the whole night." 

"Ah, but you're not sure the guy who wins Marge will be such a perfect gentleman..."

"Exactly," confirmed Jerry. "There's another factor here as well, her safety. What if she winds up with some ass hole who beats her up, or rapes her?"

Bob silently sat thinking for a moment. "So what is it that you're really worried about; that she's going to get raped, or that she's going to cheat on you?"

"I don't know," he grumbled back. "Both, I guess." Jerry looked over his friend's shoulder and stared out the window behind him as he recalled..."I had a steady girlfriend in high school. Her name was Michelle. God, I was in love with her. All through my senior year all I could think of was graduating, getting a full-time job, and earning enough money to buy her a ring. Then a month before graduation, I found out she was screwing one of the guys on the football team. I was devastated. For a while I didn't think I'd survive. I did of course but it left a scar. I've had trust issues ever since."

"Come on, man; has Marcy ever given you a reason not to trust her?" Bob asked.

"No. As far as I know she's never even looked at another guy. I know- I'm being stupid but I can't help it. I also worry about her safety, too. I'd feel a whole lot better if I knew who she would be going out with."

Bob had a brainstorm. "Why don't you go and bid on her yourself? Problem solved, right?"

"I thought of that but I don't have that kind of bread. I talked to one guy who said some of the prettier girls can bring in two grand. Shit, I can't afford that. We just bought the house. That took almost everything we had saved."




The Date



"I could loan you a little," offered Bob.

"Thanks, old buddy, I appreciate it but I think I'm just going to stand my ground and not let her do it. I know she's disappointed but I told her we'd find some other way to contribute. I'll find something that she and I can do together."

"Okay," Bob said as he rose to his feet, "but the offer stands."

"Thanks, pal."

Bob walked to the doorway then stopped and turned back toward Jerry. "What if she went out with someone you could trust?"

"What do you mean...who?"

"Susie has a cousin; I don't think you've ever met him. He's in a higher tax bracket than we are," Bob said with a chuckle. "Every time I see him, he reminds me of that by telling me how much he's always donating to some charity. I guaranty Marcy would have no trouble with him. He's so pussy whipped he wouldn't dare look at another woman."

"You think he'd do it? You think his wife would let him do it?" Jerry asked as an afterthought.

"I can ask."

"Yeah, if he's willing to do it, I'd be okay with it. Make sure you let him know though, it could cost him a couple of grand, maybe more."

"I will, but that's really no problem for him. I think he'd jump at the chance. I'll have Susie talk to his wife. They get along pretty good with each other."

"Thanks, pal," Jerry acknowledged. "If this works, I owe you big time."

"Nah," he responded. "What are friends for?"

Marcy had given up and said no more about it. Two days after their conversation, Bob triumphantly strolled into Jerry's office. "It's all set," he announced. "Jack said that auction thing sounded like fun; he's in." 

Jerry's eyes brightened and a broad smile reached across his face. He really had been feeling guilty. Truly, he was concerned with his wife's safety, but in reality, thought the chances of her getting raped or beat up were very, very slim. No, he felt guilty because, even though she'd never given him cause, he was still worried about her cheating on him. Of course he couldn't tell his wife that, so he emphasized his concern for her safety, but he knew the truth. He also knew how much she wanted to do her part. Thank God for his friend; Bob to the rescue!

"Bob, that's great! I'll tell Marcy tonight. I might even get lucky," he joked.

"Glad I could help, good buddy. I'll need info on this thing; how he signs up, where it's going to be held, all that. I'll also need a good head shot of Marcy so he knows who to bid on."

"Yeah, that would help, wouldn't it," chuckled Jerry. "I have a brochure at home. Everything's in there. I'll bring it in tomorrow. He can have that. I'll also bring a good head shot of Marcy." 

Jerry stopped to think for a moment. "Maybe I'd better wait before telling Marcy. They do a background check on the bidders. I have no idea how long that takes. It might actually be too late for him to register. It's only three weeks away."

"Okay," Bob countered. "I'll run over to Jack's place tomorrow night and give him the brochure. I'll tell him he needs to register right away. It might be a good idea to hold off before telling Marcy. You don't want tell her she can go and then have to back out. She'd really be pissed. It'd be months before you got any nooky," he laughed. 

The next night Bob made a detour on the way home and stopped off at his wife's cousin's house. He sat and had a cup of coffee while they discussed all the details on the charity event. He saw Jack's eyes widen when he gave him the picture of Marcy. Between her strawberry blond hair, green eyes and sharp features, she really was a stunning looking woman.

The following Monday, Bob had more good news for Jerry. "You can tell Marcy she can go to the auction, when you get home tonight." 

"Already? That didn't take long."

"No; to tell you the truth, I don't know how much they actually check everybody out. I think all they really do is run a credit check on everybody...just to make sure their checks don't bounce."

It felt like a fifty pound weight had been lifted from Jerry's shoulders. Now he could let his wife feel good about her contribution to Cancer research, and he could rest easy. "Man, I'll tell you what, one of these days I'm going to take you and Susie's cousin out for a steak dinner," he told Bob. "I thank you so much. Marcy's going to be thrilled."

"No problem, good buddy. Now there's a, ah...like a mixer where the girls and bidders can socialize a little, for an hour or so before the auction starts; make sure you get her there in plenty of time for that. I really doubt that Jack would have any trouble picking out your wife but he wants to meet her beforehand, just to make sure he bids on the right woman."

"Will do," replied an elated and relieved husband. 

For the rest of the day, Jerry couldn't wait to get home and tell his lovely wife. She had gotten home just minutes before he did and was changing clothes when he walked into the bedroom, wrapped her in his arms, and kissed her.

She noticed the grin on his face as their lips parted. "Wow, you're in good mood," she acknowledged. 

"Yup," he replied without losing his grin. "I've been thinking, you still want to go to that charity auction?"

Marcy couldn't believe her ears. Her eyes sparkled with delight. "Yes, of course. Have you changed you mind?" she asked, her voice filled with optimism.

"Yeah, I thought more about it today and decided I was being silly. I want you to go and have a good time."

Marcy turned slightly to one side but never lost him with her eyes. "What are up to?" she asked suspiciously.

"Nothing, honey. I know how much you want to do this and I don't think I should stand in your way, that's all."

"MMMMwah," she said verbally as she put her hands to the side of his cheeks and kissed him. She wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth so she decided on no more questions. She didn't care what his reasons were as long as she could go. "I love you."

"Does this mean I might get lucky tonight?" he asked with a smile.

"No question about it."

That night, Jerry was treated like the Prince of Wales. He felt good that he was able to give his wife what she wanted so badly and not have to worry about her safety...OR, about her cheating on him. 

Over the next three weeks things couldn't have been better. Marcy's gratitude was on display as she made passionate love to her adored husband, almost nightly. 

On the day of the auction, since their boss knew of their involved with what he considered a great cause, both Emmy and Marcy were able to get off from work a couple hours early. 

On the way home, Marcy stopped in at her favorite beauty salon to see if they could quickly work her in. At first they said no, but when she explained what she was doing later that evening they showed her to a chair right away. By the time Jerry came home, she was just stepping out of the tube.

"Wow," he said having to catch his breath, "you look amazing. New hair style?"

"Yeah, you like it?" she beamed. "They let Emmy and me off early, today, so we could get ready for the auction. I stopped at Toni's on the way home."

"Well you look fantastic, honey."

"Thank you," she said walking over and giving him a peck on the lips. "I didn't have time to cook, honey. Would you mind if we just ordered a pizza tonight?"

"No, not at all," he replied. "I'll call right now." He did a little quick figuring; forty-five minutes for the pizza, twenty minutes to eat...yeah, that gives us plenty of time.

Jerry wanted to make sure his lovely wife got there in time for Susie's cousin to identify her. As gorgeous as she looked, he knew there would be several guys bidding on her and he didn't want to take any chances of something going wrong.

She was all ready when Jerry called her down to eat. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs when she started her decent. Marcy's long, shapely legs came into view first. His eyes continued to travel upwards until he finally found the hem of her tiny, black cocktail dress. That was new, too. It had been a while since he'd seen his wife so dressed up. He had almost forgotten how beautiful she really was. 

"What do you think?" she asked with a knowing smile.

"I think you and I need to go out more often, so I can show the world what a lucky man I am," he boasted. 

She smiled and thanked him with another kiss, making sure she didn't smear her lipstick. 

Jerry felt a little silly walking through the plush lobby of the down town hotel. He was dressed in casual slacks and shirt while the creature on his arm looked like she had a date with a king. When they reached the banquet hall where the auction was to take place they were stopped by a young, good-looking gentleman in a tux.

"Good evening," he greeted. "Sir, may I see you invitation?"

"Invitation?"

"Yes, sir. Are you a registered bidder? If so, you should have received an invitation," he explained.

"Oh. No I'm not one of the bidders. This is my wife; she's going to be one of the girls to be auctioned." As he said the words, he didn't like the sound of what he was saying. He was thankful for his ace in the hole. Without it, he'd never let her do this.

"I see," responded Mr. tuxedo. "I'm sorry, sir, but only those with invitations are allowed inside. Rick," he called out to another young man just inside the doorway. "Would you escort this lovely lady inside, please."

Marcy turned to face her husband. 

"Nervous?" he asked.

"A little," she replied with half a smile. 

"You have your cell?"

"Yes. It's in my purse."

"If you're not comfortable for any reason, you give me a call, hear me?"

"I will," she said, feeling not quite so nervous. She carefully kissed Jerry again, then took the arm of the young man who was waiting to escort her into the banquet room. She looked back at her husband as they walked through the door and into the mingling crowd of supporters and philanthropists. 

As soon as he got back into his car, Jerry felt doubt creeping into his psyche, once again. He just couldn't help it. The memory of his girlfriend's betrayal was as vivid as if it had happened yesterday. Maybe it was because she was his first love; in any event, it taught him a lesson. Now, no matter how hard he fought it, that lingering insecurity was buried deep inside of him. 

There's nothing I can do about it now, he told himself; might as well go home and find something to keep my mind off it.

***

Once inside, the young gentleman walked her over to the sign-in table. After Marcy introduced herself, a young female volunteer wrote a number next to her name then gave her a stick-on badge with only the corresponding number printed on the front. 

"During the social period, we'd appreciate it you just introduced yourself by your number instead of using names," said one of the volunteer workers in a pleasant voice. "That's the way you'll be introduced on stage...by your number."

Marcy nodded her head in agreement and made sure she was all registered, then immediately started looking around for Emmy. 

"Wow, competition."

Marcy looked over to see if someone was talking to her. It was a very pretty, young woman. 

"I'm sorry, were you talking to me?" Marcy asked.

"Yeah, you're a knockout. My name is Cathy," she said holding out her hand. "I had the highest bid last year; twenty-two hundred bucks."

"Wow, congratulations," replied Marcy while shaking the pretty woman's hand. 

"Listen, if you want to drive the bidding up, do some flirting. You know, bat your eyes, touch their arm, laugh at their jokes. Tease them a little. I guarantee you'll bring in more money. Some of these guys will naturally assume that you'll put out. Of course you don't have to if you don't want, but they don't know that.

Marcy was a little shocked at the woman's 'helpful hint.' She wanted to make as much for charity as she could but she had no intention of given some guy the idea she was going to have sex with him.

"Hi."

She turned and saw a nice looking man who looked to be in his early sixties. "Hello," she answered.

"My name is Talmidge, Barry Talmidge. Are you going to be one of the prizes tonight?"

"One of the prizes?" she questioned. She hadn't really thought of herself as a prize.

"Yeah, you know, one of the ladies we'll be bidding for."

"Oh, Yes," responded Marcy, suddenly feeling a little cheap. "I'm number twenty-three," she said, pointing to her badge.

"Twenty-three, I'll remember that," he said stepping back and blatantly scanning her with his eyes. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Ah, well actually I'm looking for someone," she told him. "Will you excuse me?"

Jack had found a spot by the bar where he could see most of the area. He spotted Marcy cutting through the crowd, looking as if she was in search of someone. Just to make sure it was her, he pulled the picture Bob had given him, from his pocket and examined it one more time. Yup, he thought, it's definitely her and she looks even better in person. He started moving in her direction. He wanted to get her number before the bidding started. 

Just about the time he caught up with her, Marcy spotted Emmy. "Hi girl," she blurted out, being relieved to be with a friend. "There's more people here than I thought there'd be. It's kind of a madhouse, isn't it."

"Yeah," responded Emmy. "There's a lot more here than there was last year. 

"Hello ladies," said Jack as he approached and interjected himself into the conversation. "I'm Jack," he told them as he first shook Emmy's hand and then Marcy's. "You're both very lovely. I..."

Before Jack could finish his statement, they were joined by a tall, good-looking man who appeared to be in his early thirties; considerably younger than most of the other men. "Well, it looks like I found my date for tonight," he said as he stood next to Marcy and put his arm around her waist. 

Both Emmy and Marcy were immediately put-off by his brashness but neither wanted to offend one of the bidders so they kept quiet. 

Jack was even slightly intimidated by the guy's cocky attitude.

"What's your name, sweetie?" he asked pulling her a little tighter against his body.

"Twenty-three," she responded with an uncomfortable smile. 

Emmy saw her friend trying to wiggle loose from the man's grip and decided to come to her rescue. "Oh, honey," she said holding out her hand toward Marcy, "come with me. I want to introduce you to someone." 

Marcy took her hand and was literally pulled from the man's grasp. 

"Boy," Marcy commented during their escape, "he's a jerk. I hope I don't wind up with him."

"Well if you do, make sure you lay down the law from the start. You're here to give your date some pleasant conversation during dinner, nothing more."

They still had some time to kill so the girls got their free drink at the bar and started to circulate. Together they talked to about twenty guys, including Jack again. Everyone they met was nice and polite. A couple times, one or the other would spot the tall, good-looking jackass and start moving in the opposite direction. They hoped he got the hint. 

"Ladies and gentleman, our charity auction will be starting soon," announced the master of ceremonies. "So, would all our lovely ladies find their way behind the stage, please."

"Well, this is it," Marcy said, suddenly getting nervous. 

"Don't worry, hon, the way you look tonight, I wouldn't be surprised if you broke some kind of record," Emmy told her with a calming smile.

Together they walked back stage and found two chairs. They sat and talked for over an hour before Emmy was called. Marcy listened to the bidding and was proud of her friend when she heard the auctioneer accept the final offer of fifteen hundred dollars. "Good for you," she said under her breath. Since the girls were paraded out on stage in the order of their assigned numbers, that left Marcy alone to anticipate her fate for a good twenty minutes. 

"Twenty-three, you're on deck," proclaimed another tuxedo clad young man, poking his head through the curtains that separated the stage from the back. 

Now she really had butterflies. Marcy stood and smoothed the short dress down her legs and wondered for the first time, if she had made a wise wardrobe decision. 

Hearing her number announced, she took a deep breath, held her head high, and strutted out to the front of the stage.

"Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to number twenty-three," declared the auctioneer, "and as you can see, she is stunning. Who will start the bidding?"

Jack was about to open with five-hundred dollars but before he could even open his mouth he heard someone in the crowd.

"One thousand dollars!"

"I have one thou..."

"Twelve hundred," was heard from someone else.

"Thirteen hundred," yelled Jack, finally getting his voice heard.

"Fifteen," came from yet another voice.

"Sixteen," Jack responded. 

"Two thousand," arose a new voice from the crowd.

Again..."Twenty-five," someone called before Jack got his bid in.

Quickly he countered, "Twenty-seven."

"Twenty-nine." 

"Three thousand," barked Jack.

"Thirty-five hundred..."

***

At home, Jerry still felt slightly nervous, but not nearly as much had he not known his bride was in good hands. Still, he needed something to keep his mind off of the night's events. He strolled in the kitchen and twisted the top from a cold one then looked around for the Louis L'Amour book he'd bought the previous week. 

As he stretched out in his favorite recliner, he noticed the wall clock; not even nine-thirty yet, he said to himself. I wonder how late he'll keep her out. I hope she's home by midnight.

Jerry opened the adventuresome paperback to the first page and started to read. He hadn't quite made it to page five yet when he heard his cell phone ring. Who the hell could that be, he wondered. He knew it wasn't Marcy, she'd call the house phone. The display said it was an unknown caller. He paused for a second, figuring it was a telemarketer, but then decided to take it so he could tell whoever it was to take his number off their calling list. 

"Hello."

"Hello, Jerry?"

"Yes, who is this, please?"

"It's Jack, Susie Knoll's cousin."

"Yeah." Jerry felt a sense of relief. He thought it was nice of him to report in. "How's it going? Are you guys at a restaurant yet?"

"Ah, well there's a little problem. I was outbid."

Jerry felt a sudden knot in the pit of his stomach. He could feel his blood pressure starting to rise. "What do you mean, you were out bid? You were supposed to go as high as it took!"

"Yeah, but Bob said it might cost me a couple of grand or so. I know he thinks I'm made of money but I have a wife and kids too, Jerry. I was prepared to go as high as three thousand dollars but when the bidding got up that high, some other guy raised it by five-hundred bucks. I just can't go that high, man; and even if I had, this other guy would have upped it again. He wanted your wife, man, and he was going to pay whatever it took."

"Shit!" cursed Jerry. Just then the house phone rang. Without so much of a, 'fuck-off,' he disconnected from Jack and grabbed the receiver. "Hello, Marcy?"

"No, Jerry, it's Emmy. Jerry, listen, Marcy's in trouble. Oh God, this is all my fault..."

"Emmy," he broke in anxiously, "what do you mean she's in trouble?"

"Well, she wound up with this real asshole. He spotted her before the auction even started and came over acting like he owned her or something; putting his arm around her, calling her his date...crap like that. 

"Anyway, when everyone was getting ready to leave after the auction, I saw Marcy on the other side of the banquet room with a bottle of water in her hand. I saw him put something in the bottle when she wasn't looking. I'm worried he might have slipped her some kind of date rape drug or something. I tried yelling at her but with everybody talking at once, she couldn't hear me. I took my own date by the hand and tried to get over there to her but there were too many people. We didn't catch up to them until he had her in the car and was pulling out of the lot. We pulled out right behind them. We're following them right now."




The Date



Jerry couldn't believe what was happening. It was just as he feared. "Damn it, why doesn't she call me? I told her to call if she got into any trouble."

"I think he may have taken her phone away from her, Jerry. Just before they took off, he threw something in the trunk. I'm pretty sure it was Marcy's purse."

This was not sounding good. Why wouldn't the guy let her call unless he was planning something other than dinner. "Emmy, where are they now?"

"We're heading north on Wabash; we just past Ohio Street."

"Okay, don't let them out of your sight." He was about to hang up and jump in his car when he remembered she didn't have his cell phone number. He grabbed a pen and paper, "Emmy, what's your number. I'm going call it from my cell so you have the number. Then I'm going to take off and head toward you."

"Okay, Jerry." He wrote the number on a note pad, grabbed his cell and rushed out the door. 

Emmy picked up as soon as he called her back. "Jerry?"

"Yeah, I'm pulling out of my drive right now."

"Okay, we're still on Wabash."

"Okay, good. You're heading in my direction. I don't want to stay on the phone while driving so I'm going to hang up. I'll call you back when I get closer to town. If anything happens before then...he pulls off somewhere or stops, call me back and let me know; in the meantime, call the police and tell them what you told me."

"I will, Jerry. I'm so sorry for this. I should never have talked her into this."

"Emmy, stop blaming yourself; this is not your fault. I'm going to hang up now, but remember, call me back if anything happens." 

In spite of Jerry telling Emmy it wasn't her fault, she would be a long time feeling responsible if anything happened to her friend. 

Jerry was barreling down the Kennedy Expressway when his phone rang. "Yeah."

"Oh, Jerry, we lost them," Emmy wailed. 

Jerry felt his heart drop.

Emmy was beside herself with grief as she explained. "I was on the phone with the police when he pulled up to a red light and turned right in front of the traffic. By the time we could make the turn they were gone."

"Damn it! Did you get the license number?" he pled.

"Not all of it but I got the first three numbers. They were G35 and it was a silver Mercedes. I told the police but they didn't sound too hopeful of spotting the car with just a partial plate number. I'm sorry, Jerry. I should have thought about writing down the license number before I called them. Oh God, Jerry, I'm so sorry!"

Jerry was always good in an emergency. His brain immediately started running through his options. "It's okay, Emmy. I'm going let you go, I have to think." He disconnected the call. Where would he take her, he wondered? If she was really drugged he couldn't very well take her out in public. He's probably headed for home...where ever that is.

With a hope and a prayer, Jerry passed his originally intended exit for the next one down. Tires screeched to a stop and he flicked the emergency blinkers on as he pulled up in front of the hotel. He ran past the desk and into the banquet hall. Almost everyone was gone, but a few people were still lingering about. His heart was pounding as he surveyed the room, looking for someone in authority. He spotted three people sitting at a table in the far corner. They had two lap top computers in front of them and appeared to be still counting up the evening's proceeds. 

"You have to help me," he said, startling the three. "My wife was one of the girls auction off tonight and I think the guy she's with has drugged her. I think he's going to rape her."

"What?" said the oldest of the three, "I doubt that. All our participants have been thoroughly checked out and..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know all that, but I'm tell you...one of the other girls saw him drug the water she was drinking. I want the guy's name and address."

"I'm sorry," replied the same guy. "We don't give out that information."

"Listen to me. If that man rapes my wife I'm coming after you and your whole damn charity. I'll sue you for every fucking penny you've got, and even if I don't win the suit, the publicity will kill you."

The three looked at each other. "Give him what he wants," said one of the other guys.

"Okay, what is your wife's name?" the older gentleman asked.

"Marcella Dixon," answered Jerry. 

"Yes, I've got her right here...number twenty-three. Let's see...yeah, here he is; James Shore, but I don't think..."

"Write it down for me; his name and address," Jerry anxiously told him. "WRITE IT DOWN," he hollered when they hesitated.

Without further delay, the older guy grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down the information.

"Call the police. Tell them I'll meet them there, but not to wait for me," exclaimed Jerry as he grabbed the paper and took off at a dead run back to his car.

***

Lost in a cloud of incoherent thought, Marcy felt almost weightless as she tried desperately to focus on her surroundings. She could feel the car's movement as it stealthily cruised the city streets. Bright lights reflected off the windshield and glided effortlessly upward until disappearing at the roofline. Soft music emanated a relaxing, serene mood as the luxury vehicle navigated through the night. 

Something was wrong but she couldn't bring herself to be frightened or even concerned. 

Finally the movement stopped. Through her hazy mind she heard the opening and closing of a car door; then her own door opened and she felt the warm summer air on her face. A man was taking her by the arm and pulling her from the silver chariot.

"Come on, my beautiful little slut. I can't wait to get you naked," he told her while turning the home security system off with his phone. 

This was not the first time he'd done something like this. In his younger years he considered it one of the perks for having a rich daddy. No matter how many times he got in trouble, daddy always paid someone off and got him out of it. In fact, five times he'd forced himself on an unwilling sex partner. He enjoyed the control; it gave him a real rush. Now that daddy had passed away, the money, the company, the power...it was all his. 

Marcy was having trouble walking. She wondered why her legs wouldn't work right. 

The tall, dashing man led her around to the back of the large house. Another code on his phone unlocked the glass sliding, patio doors. 

"No," slurred Marcy faintly, as he put his hand on her back and gave her a nudge inside. "Plea..." She was having trouble sounding out her words. She wasn't sure why, but she was feeling uneasy and hesitated. A second, more persuasive push forced her inside.

"Come on now, dear, don't be difficult. I don't want to have to hurt you," he said in a threatening tone.

Once inside, he drew the door closed and immediately pulled down the zipper of her brand new dress. Even with her brain in a fog, Marcy closed her eyes and felt ashamed as his fingers reached into the open back of the dress and touch her bare skin. He slipped his hands forward, causing the silky fabric to fall at her feet, then moved in front of her to take in the vision of loveliness before him. 

"I'm disappointed. What's with the granny underwear?" he maliciously teased. "This needs to come off right now." Standing face to face, the sinister man leered as he reached around to unhook her bra... "No, wait a minute." He stopped as another thought struck him. "Unveiling a body like this should be documented," he told her. "But first, I need some cooperation from you...a little excitement," he said mockingly. 

The drug had taken away Marcy's resistance but at the same time, it had also zapped any enthusiasm on her part; but he had a cure for that. He took her by the hand and walked her through the house and up to the second floor bathroom. He opened a drawer and pulled out another pill, then filled a glass with water.

"Open," he commanded, pulling down on her lower jaw. 

In her drug induced state, Marcy was easily forced to open her mouth.

"Here you go," he said placing the pill on her tongue. He put the glass to her lips and tipped it up. "Swallow. That's it...good girl; a little Ecstasy to go with the Rohypnol. We'll give it a few minutes to kick in," he told her while leading Marcy into the master bedroom. "Here, sit on the bed. I'm going to get the video camera. By the time I get it all set up, you should be feeling the effects of the Ecstasy; then you and I are going to have some real fun."

***

The distraught husband was disappointed as he pulled up to the address and found the police hadn't arrived yet. The place had a wrought-iron fence around it but it wasn't anything he couldn't get over. There was a silver Mercedes in the drive. The plate number started with G35. Jerry picked up his phone and called 911.

"911, what is your emergency?" came the female voice from the speaker.

"I'm at thirteen-forty, North State Parkway. I'm afraid my wife is in the house and she's being raped."

"Sir, is this a domestic dispute?"

"No, damn it. She went to that damn charity auction tonight and got hooked up with a rapist. Hurry!"

"Yes, sir; I've dispatched a car to the scene. ETA is twelve minutes. Please..."

"Twelve minutes! That's ridiculous. This is the second call you've gotten for this address, you should be here already. Can't you get here any quicker than that? Every second counts. It could already be too late!"

There was a brief delay before she spoke again. "Sir, I'm sorry but there have been no other calls for that address. I'm afraid that's the quickest they can get there. Please try to calm down and wait for the officers. Do not try to take the law in your own hands..."

He didn't want to hear anymore. Those bastards from the auction didn't even call the cops. When this is all over I'm going make sure everyone knows just what kind of organization that is, he told himself as he hit the disconnect and got out of his car. 

The place was big and expensive; hell, there were no inexpensive homes on the Gold Coast. He had no idea what kind of alarm system the guy might have had. Surely a place like this must have one that's pretty sophisticated, he thought; but then who cares, the cops are on their way. Maybe an alarm will just get them there quicker.

Jerry pulled his car onto the sidewalk and alongside the fence, hopped up on the hood and jumped over the iron barricade. Once in the yard he made a mad dash for the front door. As far as he could tell, no alarms had sounded, but he guessed they could be silent. The big solid Oak double doors were locked and he immediately recognized the senselessness of trying to break them down. 

He ran around the side of the house and tried looking in a window but there was very little light and he couldn't see anything. Then his peripheral vision caught the light in the second story window. There was no doubt in his mind that the bastard had his wife up stairs, in the bedroom. Now starting to panic, Jerry looked around the back of the house and saw the patio doors. If he could find something to break the glass, it looked like the easiest point of entry. On a whim he tried them and couldn't believe the door slid right open.

***

Marcy was by far, the most beautiful woman Jim ever had in his bedroom. Just thinking about what he was going to do to her, had his cock harder than he could ever remember. Menacingly, he stared at her sitting on the bed as he started removing his clothes. 

Naked, he took Marcy's hand. "Come my pet," he sneered, pulling her up to stand with him in front of the camera. "Now, finally we're going to see you in all your glory," he whispered in her ear as he moved behind her. Slowly, he unhooked her bra and slid it down her arms, letting it drop to the floor. His clammy hands reached around and felt the soft flesh of her breasts. He heard her gasp with desire as he pinched her nipples and knew she was under the full effects of the drugs. The Rohypnol clouded her mind, zapped her free will, and affected her memory. The Ecstasy released serotonin, and with every touch, would arouse the senses and send waves of sexual pleasure to the brain.

Completely unaware of her surroundings or whose hands were caressing her, Marcy could only revel in the euphoria of sensations that now held her in rapture. 

Jim was in no hurry. He knew, even though her mind wouldn't respond, her body would. Evil thoughts of using the video to blackmail her into becoming his sex slave crossed his mind as he looked into the camera and grinned. Entirely unwary of the approaching police sirens, he slowly worked his hand down her body. 

Having lost all control, Marcy moaned with pleasure at the touch of his fingers as they rubbed her clit from outside the silky fabric of her panties.

***

Jerry had just stepped inside the house and saw his wife's dress when he heard a moaning sound from above him. 

"Aaahhhhhhhooo!"

He bolted for the stairway and took the steps two at a time. From the top of the landing he could see into the bedroom as his nemesis was climbing between the sprawled legs of his naked wife. 

Dashing through the doorway, he threw the camera and tripod out of his way and was on top of the would-be rapist. Before he could even react, Jerry grabbed him by the hair and hauled him off the bed, but once the evil man found his footing, he swung around and kicked Jerry's feet out from under him, sending Marcy's surprised savior to the floor with a thud. 

Being naked was a definite disadvantage, but even though he'd never had the need before, Jim was determined to use the martial arts training he'd received years prior. Aiming for his assailant's face, Jim attacked with a side kick in Jerry's direction. 

Unlike his foe, Jerry had no formal training but he had something his opponent didn't have...rage! He grabbed the foot before it landed and bent the big toe back until he heard a crack that was immediately followed by a cry of pain. Jim fell backward in agony.

The doorbell was ringing violently and they both heard the police trying to enter the building. Jim struggled to get up but Jerry wasn't finished with him yet. He charged his adversary, knocking him down. Jerry was able to connect with two good punches before...

"Freeze!"

Jerry looked up to see two uniformed cops standing in the doorway with their weapons drawn and pointing at him. He immediately put both hands in the air. "I'm the one who called you," he yelled. "That's my wife on the bed over there and this piece of shit was trying to rape her."

"Okay," replied the lead cop, "everyone just calm down. You," he said, motioning to Jerry with the barrel of his gun, "get over there, against the wall."

As soon as Jerry stood up, Jim started yelling. "Officer, arrest him. My name is Shore, I live here. My girlfriend and I were making love when this lunatic broke in and attacked us."

"That's a lie," Jerry shouted. "She's my wife. Look at her. The son-of-a-bitch drugged her."

"Alright, everyone just calm down until we get to the bottom of this." The officer looked at Marcy who was still lying naked on the bed. She didn't react at all like someone normally would in that kind of situation. She didn't look scared or even embarrassed; she looked confused, disoriented. "Is your girlfriend on drugs, Sir?" he asked Jim.

Jerry spoke up again. "She's not his girlfriend..." 

The wary cop held up his hand signaling for him to be quiet.

"Ah, well I think she took an Ecstasy, I'm not sure," Jim responded. 

The second cop went over to Marcy and lifted her eyelid. He'd seen that far-away look before. "She's had a lot more than just Ecstasy," he told his partner. 

"Look," Jerry intervened again, "Her name is Marcy Dixon; I'm telling you, she's my wife. She never even met this guy until tonight. She was in a charity auction down town. That's where she met this creep." 

He was happy to see the officers were finally listening to him so he continued.

"The deal is, women volunteer to go up on a stage and be auctioned off. All the money goes to charity and the highest bidder is just supposed to take the woman out for dinner afterward, that's all...just dinner. One of Marcy's friends was there as well, and saw this piece of shit drug the water she was drinking. She called me and I got the people at the auction to give me this guy's address. When I got here I found him on top of her. Look at her," he said with exasperation. "You, said yourself, she's been drugged."

"You let your wife be auctioned off to the highest bidder?" one of the officers asked judgmentally.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, it was against my better judgment. I was worried about just this kind of thing happening, too; but I got talked into letting her do it because it was for charity."

From the look on their faces, Jerry wasn't sure if they believed him or not.

"Please...my wife needs to get to a hospital. I'm not sure if he had a chance to rape her or not. When I came in it looked like he was just getting started but I'm not sure. They also need to test for drugs in her system. Please!"

Before Jerry even finished his plea, one of the officers had already turned his head toward his police radio and was requesting an ambulance. When he was done, he addressed the naked man still sitting on the floor, holding his foot and moaning. 

"Are you hurt?"

"Yeah, I'm hurt. That asshole broke my toe," Jim complained.

The officer also noticed a pretty good bruise starting to form around his left eye.

"Okay, get dressed," he said before turning his attention toward Jerry again. "What about you, any cuts or bruises?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Okay, these two are going to the hospital, you're coming to the station with us until we sort all this out," stated the first cop. 

Jerry was getting angry. "The station! No, I'm staying with my wife. I'm going to the hospital with her...wait a minute," he had a thought. "I'm going to get my phone out of my pocket, okay?"

One of the boys in blue nodded. "I'm calling Marcy's friend, the one who saw this guy drug her. I'll put it on speaker so you can hear her," he said while hitting the call-back button.

She answered on the first ring. "Jerry, what's happening? Where are you? I've been so worried. Is Marcy okay? Did you find her?" The questions came in rapid succession.

"Emmy, yes, I found her. I think she's going to be okay but she's pretty well drugged up. Listen, I have you on speaker. There are two cops with me. Tell them just what you told me when you called the first time."

"You mean about that guy drugging her?"

"Yeah, just tell them what happened." 

"Well yeah, we were at a charity auction. There was this guy, what an asshole; anyway, he was the highest bidder for Marcy. On the way out of the auction, I saw him put something in the water she was drinking. I think it was like one of those date rape drugs. He just seemed like the type, you know. Anyway, we tried following them in the car but we lost them. I called Jerry and told him what happened. What's going on?" she asked again. 

"Emmy, I'll tell you all about it later. Marcy's pretty out of it and I'm trying to get these officers to let me go to the hospital with her. That's why I called you," he told her. "They didn't believe me. They want to take me to the station."

"Oh no, you tell them I'm a witness. If they need me to testify in court, or anything like that, I'll be glad to."

"Okay, thanks Emmy. I got to let you go for now but I'll call you later and tell you all about it; Marcy should be okay though. Thanks for all your help tonight. I mean it. Oh, and thank your date for me. I'll bet following somebody all around the city wasn't exactly what he had in mind for tonight," Jerry added with a chuckle.

He ended the call then looked at the two cops. "Well?"

Both officers looked at one another; one nodded his head. "Okay, we'll let you go to the hospital with your wife," he told Jerry, then turned toward his radio again. "Dispatch, it looks like this is going to be a crime scene. I need somebody down here to tape it off and secure the premises. We're going to the hospital with the victims. I'm also going to need a couple detectives and a search warrant for drugs. Oh, include the car on the warrant as well...yeah, okay."




The Date



While the cop was talking on his radio, Jerry went over to Marcy and wrapped her up in the top sheet that was on the bed. She didn't understand what was going on and had become scared; he could see it in her eyes. He sat next to her on the bed, cradled her in his arms, and laid her head against his chest. "It's okay, honey," he told her while gently rocking back and forth. "Everything's going to be okay. I love you so much." Tears started to well up in his eyes as he realized how lucky he was to find her. Off in the distance, he heard the wailing sound of the ambulance approaching. 

Along with the EMTs came several more officers, two were female. Jerry wanted to dress her but the cops said they needed her clothes for evidence. The female officers were very sympathetic and helped the paramedics cover her up and get her ready for transport. Jerry figured they had, had some training. Everything they did, the way they talked and acted, he knew was designed to keep Marcy calm and let her know she was in good hands. For the first time all night, he felt relief. 

Jerry had to follow the ambulance in his car. Jim was also going to the hospital, but in the back of a squad car. He pulled up right behind his wife and followed her into the ER.

For the next couple of hours, Jerry stayed at Marcy's side while doctors and nurses paraded in and out of their little cubical. They took blood samples and had him step out while they did a rape kit. After that, they hooked her up to a couple machines. It seemed like hours passed before they saw anyone again. Jerry never left her side or let go of her hand the whole time they waited for someone to tell them what was happening. 

Finally a doctor walked in. "Hello," he said with a smile as he shook hands with Jerry. "I'm Doctor Anderson." He walked around the side of the hospital bed and looked down at Marcy who was a little more cognizant but still not really aware of what was going on yet. "Well, young lady, it sounds like you had quite a night." He looked back over at a very concerned Jerry. "We're getting her a room upstairs. There's really not a lot we can do except keep her under observation until the drugs work their way out of her system. We don't have the results back from the lab yet but there's no doubt she was given what they call, a date rape drug. Depending on which one she was given, there could be some complications as she's detoxing," he reported.

"What kind of complications?" Jerry anxiously asked.

"Don't get excited. Complications are rare. Usually it's only when somebody mixed the drugs with alcohol or other drugs. From what I understand, she ingested it with water so I'm not expecting any problems. It's just better to be on the safe side."

"Okay, thanks," said Jerry. 

The doctor smiled and left the room. About twenty minutes later a nurse came in and they all moved to a regular room. 

"Jerry...Jerry!" Marcy's eyes were wide with fear as she awoke in the strange room. Instinctively she squeezed the hand holding hers.

"It's okay, honey," Jerry assured her. He rose from the chair beside her bed where he had spent the night and looked into her frightened face. "I'm right here. You're okay, babe. You're in the hospital."

"Hospital..." Her eyes darted around the room. "What happened? Why am I here?"

"Don't worry about that right now," he replied. "How do you feel?"

"Ah, I...I'm sore. I...was I in a car accident?" Before he had a chance to reply, she spoke again. "My mouth is dry, honey. Can I have some water?"

"Yeah, sure," he said. His hand shook a little as he poured some water into a paper cup. "Here you go, honey."

After a few minutes, Jerry asked if she remembered what happened. She thought back to the previous night. Her memory was starting to return by way of vague flashbacks but she recalled nothing from the time they reached the house. 

About that time a nurse came in and asked her how she felt. For the next couple of hours nurses came and went. They were still a little hesitant to give her solid food so Marcy had to settle for a breakfast of chocolate pudding. 

Her attending physician came in and explained the effects of the Rohypnol and the Ecstasy they found in her system. He told her and Jerry, traces of the drugs would be remain in the body for another twelve hours or so, but that she was over any risk of complications so they would release her later in the day. 

As the doctor was leaving, Jerry made an excuse to leave the room and caught up with him in the hall. "Doctor, can you tell if she was raped or not?"

"Well, with the drugs it's harder to tell. Usually a rape victim tries to fight. There's usually bruising on the inside of the victim's legs and around the vaginal area from the rapist forcing her legs open, but when the victim is drugged like your wife, they usually don't have to use force. However, we found no presence of semen."

"Thank you, doctor." Since he told his wife he was going for coffee, Jerry decided to grab a cup before going back to the room. When he returned he saw an unfamiliar couple talking to his wife. 

They glanced in his direction as they heard him enter. "Mr. Dixon?" one of them asked while reaching his hand out, "I'm lieutenant Grayson, this is detective Reese," he said gesturing to the woman standing next to him. "I'd appreciate it if you both could answer some questions for us."

"Certainly," Jerry replied. "I'll help you anyway I can. I'm not sure how much help my wife will be, though; she doesn't remember very much. The doctor said it was a symptom of the drugs that guy gave her."

"We understand. Now, according to the arresting officers, you said she was at a charity auction?"

Jerry went on to explain the event. He watched their faces for the same look of disapproval he saw from the two cops the night before, but there wasn't any. 

Between what Marcy remembered and what Jerry told them, the two detectives were able to put together a pretty accurate account of what had transpired. 

"So what happens now," asked Jerry at the end of the questioning.

"Well, that's actually up to the prosecutor's office but we have a pretty substantial case against Mr. Shore. We found enough drugs in his house to charge him with intent to distribute. We also found the water bottle you drank from, Mrs. Dixon. It was in his car. It had your prints on it; it also had his. We did a chemical analysis on the water that was left and matched it to the drugs in the house and the drugs found in your system. On top of all that there's the video that Mr. Shore was kind enough to supply us with. Even though you weren't actually raped, it clearly shows intent. Between your toxicology report, the bottle, the video, and the testimony of the two arresting officers, we have more than sufficient cause to charge him with sexual assault and attempted rape in addition to the drug charges. 

"You should be hearing from the prosecutor's office within the next week or so. I'm assuming they can count on your testimony?" 

"You're damn right," said Jerry. 

"Good. Well, that should do it, at least for now. Oh, we also found your purse, Mrs. Dixon. It was in the trunk of his car. Your cell phone and other items are in it. We don't really need that in evidence. You can come down to the station and claim it anytime."

"That's right," Marcy recalled. "I think I was already starting to feel a little woozy when we got into his car. I was going to call you, honey, but he grabbed the phone and said he paid for my full attention. I told him I just wanted to call and tell you when I'd be home but he stuck the phone back into my purse and threw it in the trunk. That's when I started getting scared but I was also starting to feel disoriented. In the car, I couldn't keep track of where we were going. It was like I was trapped in a dream and couldn't get out."

"Well he won't be drugging anymore women for a very long time," said detective Reese, speaking up for the first time.

"I got to ask, lieutenant, what makes a guy think he can get away with something like that? Even when he was caught red handed, he didn't seem to be that concerned," Jerry inquired. 

"Mr. Dixon, you'd be surprised how many guys DO get away with it, especially if there're no witnesses. The drug he used, Rohypnol, is a very powerful sedative. In most cases the victim wakes up with no memory of what happened and even if they do remember, it's her word against his.

"In this case, Mr. Shore had a very rich, powerful father who had friends in high places. He used his influence to get junior out trouble when it was necessary. When he died, junior inherited everything; everything except his dad's political connections. He thought the power was in the money. Hell," joked the lieutenant, "he even tried to bribe me. He offered me fifty grand to make the charges go away. Unfortunately for him, Mr. Shore never made the kind of friends his old man had. That's a lesson that will cost him about twenty-five years."

"Well I thank you, lieutenant; you too, detective Reese," Jerry said, shaking hands with both. "We appreciate all your help and you can count of us to do whatever it takes to put that slime-ball behind bars."

As the two detectives left, Jerry had another thought. He pulled out his cell and made a call, but before it started to ring, he handed the phone to his wife.

"What's this?" she inquired. "What..."

Just then she recognized the voice from the other end.

"Hello, Jerry. I'm so glad you called. How is..."

"Hello Emmy," interjected Marcy.

There was an audible sigh from the other end. "I've been so worried," she whispered with relief. "Are you alright?"

"I'm okay, thanks to you and my hero of a husband," she replied. "I was pretty much in a fog and don't remember a lot, but from what I understand, you guys are the dynamic duo," she chuckled.

"Marcy, I feel so guilty for getting you mixed up in this mess. I'm so sorry."

"Emmy, don't be ridiculous. It wasn't your fault. I'm just thankful you saw him drug the water and called Jerry. If it hadn't been for you...well, I don't know what would have happened," she said. Marcy made a big sigh of relief and shivered, thinking about the possibilities. 

"Are you home?"

"No, not yet; I'm still in the hospital but they're going to release me in a little while. I can't wait to get to the safety of my own home," she told her friend.

They didn't talk too much longer. Marcy's muscles still ached a little from the drugs and Emmy could tell she really didn't want to talk about her experience. 

Around noon, they brought her some lunch. Jerry took the opportunity to run back to the house and bring her some clothes.

It was almost four in the afternoon by the time Marcy was headed home. For the rest of the day she rested in her own bed while Jerry comforted her. 

***

His first sensation was the feeling of his wife lying half across his chest; her head snuggled between his shoulder and chin, her arm stretched all the way around to the other side. He was surprised to see the bright rays of sunshine streaming in from the window. They were still fully dressed. In fact, they were both so worn out after coming home from the hospital that they fell asleep without even having dinner and slept through the entire night. 

As the desolation of sleep slowly gave way to consciousness, he became aware of the almost imperceptible soft sobs. "Honey," he whispered. "Are you crying?"

"Do...do you hate me?" she whimpered. 

Even though she barely spoke above a murmur, Jerry could hear the pain in her voice. "Hate you; honey, why would you think such a thing? No, I don't hate you. I love you, very, very much. What brought this on?" he questioned as he pulled her tighter into his body. 

"It was my fault...all my fault. If I had listened to you none of this would have happened. That man wouldn't have done those awful things to me," she cried a little louder.

Through the night, Marcy was remembering more of what had happened. It was as if she had dreamed it, or was watching it from outside of her body, but she knew it was no dream. She remembered the shame she suffered as he removed her clothing piece by piece; her terror and revulsion as he touched her skin; the feeling of helplessness as his hands explored her naked body, and the guilt for not finding some way to stop him. She felt dirty, used, and unworthy. 

"Honey, none of this was anybody's fault except that bastard, Shore," Jerry declared. "Come on, I'm starving. How about you?" he said trying to change the subject and make her forget. "Look, why don't you take a nice hot shower while I go down stairs and make us some breakfast. It looks like a beautiful day out there, let's go for a ride. We can take some food and find a place for a picnic; we haven't done that in ages." 

"Okay," she agreed with a forced smile. The hot shower was relaxing but only to a point. The water felt good and soothed her sore muscles but it did nothing to wash away the memories.

Jerry was just serving the sausage and eggs as she sat down at the table. "Here you go, babe. Get something in your stomach and I'm sure you'll feel better."

Out of the corner of his eye, Jerry watched. Marcy was holding her fork but had yet to take a single bite; she just stared absentmindedly into her plate. Suddenly she dropped her fork, covered her face with her hands, and broke out in loud sobs.

"Honey, honey..." Jerry jumped up from his chair and knelt beside her, wrapping his distraught wife in his arms. 

"I feel so dirty," she wept, "I feel so dirty." 

Trying to be as comforting as he could, Jerry pulled her in closer and laid her head on his shoulder as tears rained from her eyes. He was rapidly becoming very concerned for his wife's mental health. 

They never did get out for their picnic. Instead, Marcy cried on and off and spent most of the day in bed. When he wasn't with her, Jerry started to investigate the emotional effects of sexual assault on women. From what he read, part of her problem could have been from the withdrawal effects of the drugs, but not all of it. The more he read, the more he knew his wife was going to need professional help.

It was weeks before she could make love again. She tried but every time Jerry would touch her, it brought back those feelings of helplessness and shame. It scared her. Even though Jerry was patient and told her it was okay, her guilt was intense. Every morning, her sweet man would make light of awakening with a raging woody.

One morning Marcy woke up, lying on her side and snuggled into his arms. She glanced up toward his closed eyelids to see if he was awake. His face was void of expression, his breathing rhythmic; he appeared to still be asleep. With the back of her fingers, she lightly stroked his cheek. He was a good man, and she loved him so much. He deserved to be shown, not just told how much she loved him. 

It was the devotion she felt for her man that finally overpowered her fear. She lowered her hand until her fingers surrounding her husband's, rock hard, penis.

For the first time in a long time, she felt no shame, only love. Gently she slid her hand up and down, feeling his flesh glad through her loose grip. As she felt him stir, her grip tightened just slightly. 

Jerry moaned with pleasure as he opened his eyes. 

"Good morning," Marcy cooed in his ear. 

His body started to writhe under her deft manipulations. "Ohhhhh yeaaaaa," he sighed, taking in a deep breath.

Marcy swung her leg over his hips and slowly impaled herself. It was like old times as she leaned forward, planting the palms of her hands on her man's heaving chest. Tightly she hugged his hard on with her vagina as she rode him to a long-awaited, heavenly euphoria.

Both came hard, informing the neighbors with screams of ecstasy. 

Over the next several months, life wasn't easy for either of them. Marcy was seeing a psychologist who specialized in victims of sexual assault. On top of that, every so often the prosecutor's office would call them in for another deposition or to confer on something that pertained to the upcoming trial of James Shore. Having to keep going over the events of that night certainly wasn't speeding Marcy's recovery. 

Through it all, Jerry never wavered. He held his wife's head to his chest when she needed to cry and understood when she wanted to be alone. There were days when he wondered how he could go on, but then he'd look into the loving eyes of his wife and it would give him strength. He was her rock and she loved him with all her heart. For him, that love was his beacon in the night; it gave him direction and purpose. 

As time passed, a new Marcy was emerging; a stronger, more confident woman than she'd previously been. When it came time to testify at the trial, she took the stand and looked her attacker straight in the eye. If she thought she could have reached him she'd have spit in his face. James Shore was sentenced to twenty-five years in prison. It was over, they could finally put the whole ugly episode behind them. Time to celebrate, but there were also fences to mend. 

One of the things that suffered over those difficult months were friendships. Jerry's best friend, Bob, never got over the fact that his wife's cousin dropped the ball and put Marcy in jeopardy. He carried tremendous guilt. As a result, he found it hard to look Jerry in the eye.

Guilt was also the primary factor behind the deteriorating relationship between Marcy and Emmy. No matter how many times Marcy told her it wasn't her fault, Emmy just couldn't forgive herself for talking her into participating that night.

Another thing that suffered was the charity auction. The newspapers picked up the story of Marcy's abduction and followed it through to the end of the trial. The number of women volunteers to be auctioned the following year, dropped down to zero. 

That led to a young investigative reporter looking into the auction's finances. He discovered only a small portion of the money raised actually made it to Cancer research; almost seventy-five percent of the proceeds were used to line the pockets of its three primary officers. They were now being investigated by the D.A.'s office to see if fraud charges were warranted. 

One of the lessons Marcy had learned through it all, was that there was a lot of truth to the adage, "What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger." She was stronger, much stronger; in her convictions, her will, and most of all, the love for her husband. 

He had made her a promise to find some way to raise money for Cancer research and she was going to hold him to it. They put their heads together and came up with a plan, but they were going to need help.

***

Monday morning, Jerry asked his secretary to tell Bob he needed to see him, first thing. A few minutes later Bob wandered into Jerry's office and was asked to take a seat.

"Bob, Marcy and I would like to take you and Susie out for dinner Saturday night." He could see the hesitation in his friend's face.

"Ah, I'll have to check, Jerry. I think Susie..."

"Whatever Susie has going on, you tell her to cancel." He wasn't about to let Bob say no.

"Well..."

"Well nothing, damn it. You've got the whole week to postpone whatever you have going. I won't take no for an answer. There's going to be another couple there as well. You don't know them, they're friends of Marcy's; really nice people. I'm sure you'll like them."

"Okay, Jerry," Bob relented. "Where and when?"

While Jerry was explaining the particulars, a similar conversation was going on between Marcy and Emmy. Just like her husband, Marcy didn't take no for an answer either.

Jerry made reservations at Plato's Place, a great little upscale restaurant on the near north side of Chicago where the food was excellent and the prices were in the moderate range. A lovely, young hostess showed everyone to a quiet table with a view of the city.




The Date



Jerry and Marcy did the introductions as everyone were taking their seats. A few moments later the waiter took their drink orders. Jerry waited until everyone ordered dinner before revealing the dual purpose behind his invitation.

"Folks, I want to thank you all for coming tonight, it means a lot to Marcy and me."

"You didn't give us much choice," Bob interjected, getting a chuckle from everyone.

"You're right, Bob, I guess I didn't, but Marcy and I are hoping this will be a very special night and we wanted to share it with our best friends. 

"It's been almost a year since James Shore drugged and kidnapped Marcy. A lot of things have happened since. It's been tough times but we've survived and in some ways, even prospered. Bob, by now everyone knows how we tried to rig the auction so I knew who Marcy would be out with that night. I, personally, know how guilty you feel about what happened; so much so, that it's actually affected our friendship. I won't have that, I want it to stop. You weren't responsible for what happened anymore than you were, Emmy."

Jerry turned his attention to her. "Your friendship with Marcy has been strained in the same way...it stops tonight, both of you! Now, I know...easier said than done. So, if either of you still have a hard time forgiving yourselves, we have a way for both of you to make amends."

Marcy picked up the conversation from there. "As you all know," she said, attracting everyone's attention, "that charity auction was one of victims from the fall out of that night. As it turns out, the actual amount of money that was donated didn't turn out to be that much, but the loss of any money that goes toward Cancer research is a big loss in my book."

"Soooooo," Jerry chimed in again, drawing out the word to grab everyone's attention, "we've come up with a plan to replace that money and hopefully more. If you guys still feel guilty then let's put that guilt to work for charity."

"This sounds exciting," offered Emmy. 

"I hope so," Jerry countered. "I've been talking to Terry Hildebrand. He's the pro at Dear's Trail Golf Course where Bob and I play a lot of golf. He talked to the owners of the golf course and they've agreed to donate the course for an entire Sunday. In other words, we hold a charity golf tournament and everything we make, one-hundred percent, goes toward Cancer research. The only thing is, Marcy and I can't do this alone; we need help. That's where you guys come in."

"You can count me in," said Bob immediately.

"Me too," responded Emmy.

"Do you have room for me?" Stan asked.

"Hey, you're not leaving me out," said Susie.

EPILOGUE:

And so the, "Sherry Duncan Foundation," was established. They named it after Marcy's mother. The first year of the charity golf tournament, it brought in almost fifty-thousand dollars. The following year they combined the tourney with a silent auction and the third year, the Titlist Corporation donated a thousand dollar set of golf clubs to be auctioned off. That year the event brought in a total of one hundred thousand dollars, every penny of which, went toward Cancer research. 

Bob and Emmy finally lost their feelings of guilt and the six musketeers, as they now called themselves, formed a friendship that would endure a lifetime. 

Marcy's new found strength and determination earned her a promotion at work. No one was more proud of her than Jerry, and Marcy made sure he knew how much he was loved and appreciated every day. 

One of the interesting side notes that developed from Marcy's horrible experience, was Jerry's trust issues...they no longer existed. When his lovely wife was sent away on a week's training seminar for her new job, never once did a suspicious thought cross his mind. She was his and he was hers.

The End.



The Date



He phoned me that the room was ready for me, and so I made my way to the second floor and found the room door cracked. I was carrying everything I needed for our date. It had been a year since we were together and I was very excited. He had left the room shortly before I arrived, so I closed the door and quickly stripped.

Earlier before I had left home I had showered and carefully shaved my legs, pubic area, and chest and face. Now for the hard part—I opened the first bottle of Fleet and inserted the tip. After I squeezed the contents into my bowels I began the transformation while Mr. Fleet worked his magic. I began the makeup process with some light concealer. Then I took a short break. After the first cleanout, I inserted new Fleet and filled myself again. 

I was near to finishing my makeup when Mr. Fleet got active again. Afterwards I inserted the third Fleet in order to be really clean. Ugh! That ugly task is finally complete and so I lightly lubricated myself and finished the makeup.

The grey wig took a few minutes to properly arrange, but finally looked OK. Now instead of a man looking at me in the mirror, I saw the beginning of the transformation to a woman.

How to dress? First came a waist cincher, black, of course. Then came the crotch length black stockings that extended as far as possible. No pantyhose today—I want him to have access to my "pussy" and my six inch clit. After the stockings were in place, a pair of black bikini panties for a show of modesty. Which shoes? I selected my 5 1/2" black patent pumps to show off my legs. Wow, does it feel good to stand in them and walk around a bit to get used to the feel in heels.

Now I slipped into a black satin spaghetti strapped dress that stopped just above my knees. A necklace and bracelet were donned and then a bit of a black wrap over my shoulders completed the dressing.

Under the dress, my tits were bare and as I moved, the dress sliding on the nipples kept them hard and caused electric ripples to my clit causing it to harden in anticipation.

Well, the magic moment I've been waiting for—I phoned him and told him it was OK to come to the room again. Lights down low, blinds closed and me standing near the door shaking in anticipation of what was to come.

Suddenly the door opened and closed and there my beautiful lover was!! We were both speechless, but not paralyzed. In a flash I was in his arms and we were deep into a loving passionate kiss. I nearly came with excitement. We babbled and touched and touched some more. I took him by the hand and led him across the room. I slowly divested him of every stitch he was wearing, so there we were, him naked and me dressed like a classy hooker. Just the way I like it. His cock stood proudly and jammed against my belly as we kissed again. I turned in his arms and felt his cock pressing against my backside. Holding his hands I brought the to my tits. His hands are the best in the world and when they are fondling my tits, I melt. Now he can have his way with me.

And so it began. First came the wrap off my arms. Then the little black dress followed it. He led me to the bed and before lowering me, he slid off the panties. We kissed and touched and rubbed against one another. His hands slid all over my body, fondling my tits, kissing and licking them. Then he began to caress my legs and kiss his way from ankles to crotch. Finally he took my 6" clit into his mouth and began to caress it with lips and tongue. I could die happy at that moment.

Not wanting to have the first orgasm yet, I stopped him, kissed him and them took his cock into my mouth. God, I love the taste and feel of his cock. It is the perfect size and will enter my throat just enough to feel great, but I can still breathe. I could suck on it forever, but I don't want him to come yet.

Without words, he understood that it was time for him to take charge, and take charge he did. He lifted my butt and slid a pillow and towel under me. I watched as he lubricated his fingers and began to rub my pussy gently as he took me into his mouth again. Slowly he introduced my pussy to his finger, sliding in and out to the first knuckle. Little by little he opened me up with one finger, then two, and then three. At last he raised himself, lubed his cock and brought the head to my pussy. By now I am panting with lust and ready to lose my virginity to him. I pulled him down and we kissed. During the kiss I could feel the head of his cock pushing against my ring gently at first and then a little more forceful until the head popped past the ring. "Stop for a moment while I get my breath, and get used to it," I said. He withdrew his cock and then reentered, more easily this time. After a few of these, I could feel more of him and slowly he finally buried all of his cock in me. What a delicious feeling it was to have my lover in my arms and his cock balls deep in me. I wanted it to last forever.

Suddenly the bull in my lover appeared and he began to drive into me and back like a pile driver. No more lovemaking! I was being fucked and fucked royally for the first time. I was torn, wanting it to last forever and wanting both of us to come. My clit was trapped between our bellies and was being massaged as he stroked me. Precome was dripping out and lubing us so that I began sliding as he fucked me. God, what a feeling! Finally I was being treated like a woman. How to make it last? Very reluctantly I made him stop and pull out.

Off to the bathroom to freshen my makeup and have a pee. When I came back, I leaned against the desk. As lover came to me, I raised and opened my legs for him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he buried himself in me again. Now we were upright and we kissed again, a long loving kiss as the fucking began again. This time I vowed that I wouldn't stop him no matter what. My clit was as hard as it has ever been and got a good rubbing on his hard belly. I could feel him stiffening and he told me he was close, so did I want it? Did I ever want his come! The thought brought me closer to orgasm and so I tightened my legs on him and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. "Kiss me while we come". And come we did! When he blasted off the gusher triggered my eruption that lasted a long time. I slowly came back to life, wiggled and realized that I had, for the first time, been properly fucked and I loved it!

We laid in the afterglow for a long time, just touching and holding one another. After a while, I realized that I wanted to do it again. Was my lover up for it?



The Date Auction



The Date Auction - It was just supposed to be a little church fun.

 A short tale of how church events altered a couple's sex life.



I was sitting on our sofa, staring at the front door, praying it would soon open. Debbie was late, very late. Any other time, two hours would have meant nothing but tonight every passing minute drove another nail into the coffin of our marriage. 

 How the hell did I ever agree to this stupid scheme?



*******

 Deb and I (Ben) had been married for ten years with two children, Christopher (8) and Melinda (6). Both of us worked and in recent years it seems the demands of our jobs and our children assured we had precious little time for each other.

 Our sex life? Well, pretty bland, once a week on weekends, sometimes not for two weeks, very vanilla... Used to be hot, often, lots of different positions, a little oral. Now... only missionary, hurry up, roll over, go to sleep. Still, I loved Deb and hoped she loved me too, but she didn't seem interested in sex anymore.

 Maybe she didn't find me sexually attractive, couldn't blame her. I wasn't proud of my physique either. My sedentary office job turned me into paste and flab, 5'10", 210 lbs, with a 20 pound spare tire, hair thinning, would need a comb over soon.

 Debbie was the antithesis, pretty as a centerfold, 5'5", 135 lbs, beautiful tan, great figure. She had a little bit of a tummy left over from child bearing but the only things men noticed were her great tits and ass... me too. 

 Was I intimidated by my gorgeous wife? Probably. Many were the times when we'd go to bed tired from our long days. I'd spoon her for a few minutes, stroking her body, hoping for a passionate response, but the result was all too familiar. She'd moan, take my hand off her tits, and soon be fast asleep...



We were both church goers, not because either of us was particularly religious but we wanted to have a good moral base for our children. Besides, there were a lot of church events our family liked to attend. Deb was the social sparkplug, her smile and charm captivated everyone. Me? I was her shadow, trailing behind her with a stupid grin on my face. Besides, who would find me interesting, a fat accountant who collected stamps for a hobby?



---

It was fall and the church committee were wracking their brains to come up with a new fundraiser. Someone came up with the bright idea of a 'Date Auction'. The rules were simple, married couples only. On the appointed Saturday morning, men would bid on the women for a date, dinner at six at a restaurant of the man's choice, home by 10PM.

 About two dozen couples of the congregation volunteered. Deb and I were good sports and joined in.

 On the first appointed Saturday morning, the women were brought out singly onto the stage of the church basement. Most were nicely dressed in the hope of attracting higher bids. Some were shy and embarrassed but a few shook their derrieres in fun when the bidding got heavy. It was a hoot. 

 Deb was Number Nine and went for the princely sum of $325 to a guy I immediately disliked. Not that he was such a bad fellow, but he was tall, young, and too handsome. Real men just don't look that good. His wife was a stunner too but way out of my league. After she wiggled her ass a few times, she went for $450, the highest bid that morning.

 I settled for Number 18, a short mousy thirtyish brunette; dumpy, shy, and very reserved. She cost me $150 but I figured I'd better grab her before I got stuck with one of the dregs.



That Saturday afternoon, the kids stayed with my folks for the weekend and we spent the afternoon prepping for our dates. Deb looked great, sitting at her vanity in her black lace shelf bra and thong. So good in fact, I thought I might try for a little nookie before we went... 

 No dice, she said there wasn't enough time... Hell, it was only four o'clock. Obviously, she was still pissed with me for staying up too late the night before, fiddling with my stamp collection.

 My stiffy got even stiffer when she climbed into her little black dress, her lovely breasts jutting out, showing all that cleavage, her back porch showing no hint of the thong that flossed her ass.



At 5:30, Drake showed up, dressed in a spiffy navy suit, shirt and tie. This was supposed to be a casual dinner, what the hell was this guy up to? Was he thinking he could seduce my wife? ... Fat chance, asshole.

 He pulled his hand from behind his back and presented her with a bouquet of yellow roses. Shit, I never even thought of that. Deb squealed her approval, threw her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. Then after dropping the roses in a vase, she hurried over to me.

 "Keep him ready 'til I get back," she patted my crotch, gave me a quick peck, then hooked Drake's arm and left.

 Well, I hadn't thought of picking up flowers for my date, so I took Deb's out of the vase (nice guy, huh?), then rewrapped them and drove to Mona's house. Her husband had already left and I got a kiss and a hug for the flowers... thanks, Drake.



Now, this isn't a very large town, so the number of good dining spots is limited. I selected a nice restaurant out on the highway, somewhere I hoped not to run into anyone I knew. Luckily, the waiter sat us in a dimly lit alcove. We relaxed and I ordered a nice bottle of red wine. 

 Mona wasn't a great conversationalist, certainly not until she finished over half the bottle. After we ordered dinner, she started telling me her life story; what an underpriveledged child she was, an ugly teenager in high school, yadda, yadda, yadda... one bottle of wine gone. I ordered another while she took a washroom break. She never shut up for a moment, not even while gobbling down her food and slurping most of the second bottle of wine.

 I learned all about her love life, how inattentive her husband was, how he rarely wanted sex anymore, yak, yak, yak. While finishing the second bottle of wine, she sat down next to me and nestled her head between my shoulder and chest, slobbering and pouring her tears down my best white shirt. By 9:30, I'd had enough and insisted I take her home. 

 After herding her out to the nearly empty parking lot, I loaded her into my car. When I sat down in the driver's seat, I got one hell of a surprise. When I reached for the gear shift, she grabbed my hand and shoved it up her short dress onto her bare, very wet pussy. With a smile, she slid her hand down my trousers and grabbed my dick, squeezing it, stroking it.

 Hell, I'm just a man, I'd never had my hand on another woman's pussy since before I was married. My dick jumped, not only from her ministrations but more from the fact that I hadn't been intimate with Deb for two weeks. 

 "Thank you for being such a good listener, Ben, but I haven't had any sex for a month and I'd really like to slip my pussy over your nice hard dick."

 She was drunk. I still had my hand in her trough and decided to masturbate her pussy, hoping that if I brought her to orgasm, she might lose interest and let go of my cock... It worked, she came with a moan and a copious gush of fluid, then slumped back in her seat and promptly passed out.

 Her husband wasn't home when we arrived, so after finding the house key in her purse, I deposited her on her couch, her bare pussy still leaking onto her dress. There was no way I could leave her like that, so after rummaging around in her purse, I found her panties and slipped them on her... Her leaking pussy? ... Well, he would have to deal with that.

 Arriving home at 10:15, Deb wasn't there yet, so I decided to take a quick shower to get Mona's smell off me... 

 Eleven, and Deb still wasn't home. I was starting to worry. 

 Almost midnight and still no Deb. My imagination went into overdrive. Had she decided after ten years to have a fling? Was she in bed with him right now? My mind conjured up the worst, I was feeling sick. 



******

 I was still sitting on the sofa, staring at the door, waiting for it to open. It was after midnight when I heard the asshole's van come into our driveway. Deb came in, no lipstick, very flushed, her dress looking like it had been slept in. 

 I was in complete shock. Never in our ten years of marriage had she ever expressed a desire to be with another man, not even while fantasizing during our lovemaking.

 "You were supposed to be home by ten," I groused. She saw I was pissed.

 "Well, we went dancing after dinner," she flipped me off, "Time just sort of flew. Let me have a quick shower to wash my sweat off and I'll tell you all about it."

 As she hurried by, I could smell her sex. There was no question in my mind it had happened... Crawling into bed on my back, I started counting the ceiling tiles, waiting for the confession that would rip my heart out and end our marriage. 

 Deb came out of the shower, starkers. She slid into bed and cuddled into me, "Thank you, darling, that was the nicest time I've had in years."

 "Obviously you don't consider me much fun anymore," I growled.

 "Of course I do... it was just... different..."

 "Are you going to tell me how you spent those two extra hours with Drake?"

 "I will, if you tell me about Mona. Did you have a good time too?" she searched my eyes intently... I must have blinked.

 "Yeah, but you first," I shot back.

 "Promise you won't get mad?... OK... after dancing until eleven, I went with him to his house ... God, honey, you know how horny I get when I'm dancing... When he unzipped and pulled out his huge thick dick, I almost fainted. Jeez, it had to be almost a foot long. He's so much bigger than your eight inches... Now, your turn, tell me what happened with Mona."

 Just for the record, I don't have an eight inch dick. It may have been a little over seven on the good day she measured it but Deb always rounds it up to eight. Somehow that makes her feel better.

 "When I got Mona into the car to drive her home, she jumped me, grabbing my hand and shoving it between her legs onto her bare pussy. I stroked her pussy with my fingers while she reached into my pants and began playing with my cock. That was too hot, I took her home and laid her on the couch..." 

 I waited for Deb's turn. Again, she searched my eyes. Satisfied I was telling the truth, she continued.

 "Well, Drake sat me down on his sofa and started kissing and fondling me. We had a few more drinks and he managed to get my clothes off, his too. He played with my clit and sucked my nipples... Can you see them? They're still hard. Then he spread my legs and aimed his big thingy at my kitty... Uhhh... what did you do next with Mona?"

 I was at a crossroads, having to invent something that never happened. If I didn't invent a story, she might clam up and never tell me what she did with Drake, that fancy asshole. 

 I went for broke.

 "First, she pulled my cock down her throat and sucked, swallowing all my cum. It was the best blow job I'd ever had in my life, much better than the feeble attempts you've ever given me... She kept sucking until I was hard again so I laid her on the couch and fucked her. She was as tight as a mouse's ear... After I came, she just held me and used her tight pussy muscles to get me hard again. The third time, I fucked her into submission. It was real easy to get another hardon since I haven't had much sex at home lately..." 

 I watched Deb's jaw drop.

 I continued pouring it on, "I got dressed to go home, but when we walked through the kitchen, her nice plump ass tempted me again so I bent her over the kitchen table and porked her butthole... God, I can't tell you how good it feels to fuck a woman's tight asshole..." 

 (Swallowing and anal were two things Deb NEVER did for me.)

 The corners of Deb's eyes pinched as she stared at me, "Wow, you came four times? You've never come that often for me. She must be one hot little bitch... Anyway... Drake finally worked his lumber into me. It was the most sensuous fuck I've ever had in my life. Can you believe it? I took all twelve inches of his monster cock. He spread my pussy so much, I thought I was going to split. I came again and again until he finally shot his load. God, it was unbelievable, he pumped so much cum, I could feel it running down the crack of my ass...

 "He was amazing, never even got soft, just kept going. I was in orgasm heaven, screaming, bucking my pussy at him, coming almost continually. After half an hour, I was so sore and tired, I couldn't have fucked him another minute. He flipped me over and stuck his big thingy up my butthole..." she smiled, watching me turn pale.

 My little weenie curled up and tried to hide in my nutsack. I jumped up and stared down at her naked body, laying on top of the sheets, legs splayed, fingering her pussy... laughing at me. The bitch was actually laughing.

 That was it for me. Running for the washroom, I just made it before my dinner shot into the ceramic bowl... How could she? The love of my life? The mother of our children? Another man's slut? 

 I slammed the bathroom door on my way to the spare bedroom. The evening had become a nightmare. Her infidelity was the worst shock I'd ever had in my life. I would never have suspected she had desires for a big cock. Tears came to my eyes.

 Twenty minutes later, our en-suite toilet flushed and she came into the spare bedroom. She crawled up between my legs, pulling my flaccid cock toward her mouth. I tried to squirm away but she used her other hand to squeeze my balls, hard.

 "The least I can do is give you a little reward for letting me have such a good time," she said, still laughing. 

 Her beautiful tits were swaying when she took my member into her mouth. I hated my cock, it began to harden.

 "It's OK, you can come in my mouth. You can't have more than a couple of drops left after coming four times."

 She made love to my cock, twisting, licking, pumping, sucking, trying to push it down her throat. And for the first time in our marriage, she succeeded, using her throat muscles to bring me to the most explosive orgasm I ever had. She swallowed as much as she could but there was so much spunk, it leaked out of her mouth onto her hands.

 "You goddamn liar, you couldn't have come four times tonight. I'll get even with you for that dirty trick..." She flipped around on top of me into a 69. 

 "Now, suck my clitty and tongue my pussy hole. Maybe there's a little of Drake left in there, even after my douche."

 Her pussy was poised over my mouth as she dove down on my cock again. The thought of Drake being in there made me gag but her lovely pussy beckoned. It had been years since I had my face in her slit, even longer since she'd had my cock in her mouth. 

 Her slurping was beginning to get me hard again. I pulled her very prominent swollen clit into my mouth, sucking it like a gumdrop, pushing my mouth down on it as for as I could, nibbling around it, tugging on it with my teeth. I wouldn't have cared if I'd bitten the goddamn thing off.

 She was mewling in between her slurps, trembling with her impending orgasm. Suddenly, she squirted, soaking my face with her creamy cum, stinging my eyes.

 "Oh God, oh God," she groaned, "That was so fantastic. I can't remember the last time you made me come like that."

 She swung around and impaled herself on my cock, her pussy extremely tight. Either her story of Drake's big cock was bullshit or she had the most elastic pussy on the face of the earth.

 "Now, fuck me, honey. Drive that thick nine inch cock into my belly... Oh God, yes, Ben... fuck me."

 Nine inch? Had I grown another inch since the last time? Or was she fantasizing about that asshole Drake?

 She bounced like a wild woman. I had to hold onto her hips to prevent her from jumping off. She came again and again, screaming her orgasms, gushing her creamy pussy juices down my pole. Her last set of spasms sucked the cum right out of me, sending her over the edge at the same time, bucking and squealing.

 As we came down, I tried to push her off but she held onto me tenaciously, hooking her heels under my thighs, her hands under my back.

 "No, you don't. You said you came four times for that little tramp and you've only come twice for me... Just lay there and I'll show you how a REAL woman's pussy can get you hard again."

 Her engorged clit was digging into my pubis, her pussy muscles grasping and clenching my cock. She leaned over and licked her own cum off my face, out of my eyes, then stuck a hard nipple into my mouth... I couldn't believe it, I was slowly getting hard. Again, she started humping my shaft.

 "Huh... huh... huh... Make me come, honey, make me come like a pissing racehorse... Oh jeez, Ben, you're so hard... Fuck me, darling... fuck me 'til I die..."

 My next trick was a first for her. I reached around and stuck a forefinger into her slippery asshole, massaging that thin membrane between her rectum and her vagina, feeling my cock moving inside her. Why was it so slippery? Was Drake's cum still in there? 

 She went ballistic, pouring her juices out, humping, screaming... Finally, after another twenty minutes, she stopped.

 "I'm sorry, honey, I'm just too tired to fuck anymore... but you have one more hole to go. I've never let you have this before but I want you to do my bumhole..."

 She rolled over and stuck her beautiful ass in the air. I hadn't come and was now harder than a rock. Slowly, I worked it into her tight rectum. Once I got it past her sphincter, it seemed to go in quite easily. Was it true? Was Drake in there before me? ... But wait... shouldn't her puckered hole have been more distended from a twelve inch cock? But then, how would I know? I'd never done this before.

 She was grunting and keening. It probably hurt but I had to have it. I'd wanted it since the beginning of our marriage and wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. Soon she began moving back on my thrusts, fingering her clit at the same time.

 "Oh God, I never thought it would feel this good. Blow your spunk in there, honey, I want to feel your cock throb and wash my poop hole..."

 I didn't last long. She grasped my cock with her sphincter, causing it to swell until it was painful. Each throb of my ejaculation seemed to make my cock expand even more. She reached around with her hands and pulled on my ass, locking her calves against my thighs, trying to force me in as deep as possible. She was beyond screaming now, just gurgling as I emptied myself.

 Slowly, I pulled out, wondering how I'd ever managed to get it up three times in a row. She laid beside me, pulling herself into my side, sobbing uncontrollably.

 "My darling husband, that was the best fuck session I've ever had in my life. I love you so much... We've been neglecting each other far too long and I want to change all that..." 

 I was still pissed, reasonably sure Drake didn't have her pussy. But what about her slippery asshole? My dick went in there too easily. 

 "Ben... did... did you really pork Mona?" 

 Time for the truth.

 "No, but the first part I told you was true. She did stroke my dick and I did finger her sloppy pussy until I made her come, then took her home and left her on her couch. It was the first time since we've been married that I'd touched another woman. I felt really guilty about it... But my cock was so hard, I just wanted to hurry home and bury it in my wife... How about you? What did you do during the extra two hours with Drake? I want the truth now..."

 "We did go dancing until almost eleven. Since he had to go by his house to drive me home, he invited me in to meet his wife. She wasn't there so he offered me a drink... No, we didn't take our clothes off, but the next thing I knew, he had me on the couch, kissing me, palming my breasts, reaching between my legs. That was so hot, a young handsome man found me so desirable...




The Date Auction



"He spread my legs, pulled my thong aside and tried to stick a finger into my pussy. I was already leaking but I couldn't let him do that. I pushed him away and asked him to take me home. I desperately needed to get your cock inside me... 

 "When I came home, I did need a shower to get the stink off me from dancing and my own juices running down the inside of my thighs. When I saw how guilty you looked, I thought maybe you had porked Mona, so I told you a little story to see if you would confess... The more you lied, the more I lied... 

 "The truth is, I never even saw his dick. There's no way I would ever be unfaithful to you. But after I told you my story, I wanted to tease you a little bit, wondering if you were getting off by thinking of me with another man. 

 "When you tossed your cookies, I knew which side of the fence you were on. I couldn't let you sleep in the spare room thinking that Drake had done me. So I went into the bathroom, gave myself an enema and lubed my asshole. I came in here, determined to get the best fuck of my life... and I did...

 "Of course, after you came the second time, I knew you couldn't have screwed Mona. You haven't come three times in a row since we were first married."

 "Girl, we're a fucked up pair..."

 "Do you think you can get this big fella up for a record number four?" She was squeezing the base of my cock with her little hand.

 I groaned, "Definitely not."

 "Not even if you can imagine it in my little puckered hole? God, it felt so good... my first time. I wish we would have done that a long time ago... Now, hold that thought." She cleaned my cock with a damp facecloth then dropped her mouth over it.



---

The next morning I awoke with my usual piss hard-on. She was already awake, laying on her side, still naked, rubbing her wet sticky mound against my leg, holding the base of my erection in one hand. 

 Reluctantly, I pushed her away, "I've got to go."

 "Can I help?" she jumped out of bed with me.

 "How?"

 "I can hold it for you," she giggled as she aimed my cock towards the toilet bowl. As I leaned over, one of her nipples grazed my glans. That got me so hard, my piss only came out in a thin stream. When I finally finished, she asked:

 "Is this where I get to shake it? ... Oh my, is it always this hard when you're done?"

 "Depends on who's holding it."

 "Oooooooooh, I seeeeeeee... Why don't you come back to our bedroom and I'll give him a nice warm home for an hour or two. I promise, I'll even wash him a few times."

 She cleaned herself up, then came back and flopped down on the bed, legs spread. I crawled up between those beautiful thighs and slowly pushed into her wet hole, still red and puffy from the night before. I made love to her carefully, but after her first orgasm, her lovemaking became more urgent.

 "Please, Ben, fuck me harder... ohmigod, yes, yes, right there, drive it deep... come with me honey, come with me... shoot, oh please, Ben... shoot... I can't hold it... I'm coming... I'm CUMMMIINGGGGGGG..."

 Right on cue, we both came, grinding, pushing, grasping, thrashing... 

Emptying, panting, kissing, calming, becoming still... 

Glowing, holding, whispering, coming down...

 "Oh, Ben, you're such a perfect lover..."

 "Whaaat? Me? ... Pasty, overweight, balding... Me?

 "Every part of you, Ben, my love, my lover..."

 "It's me who lucked in, Debbie. Every day I wonder why you married me when you had so many good looking studs to choose from..."

 "Handsome is as handsome does, Ben. I loved you at first sight. I've always loved you, every part of you... especially your dick..." she teased.

 "There's lots of men out there with bigger equipment than mine."

 "But none so perfect... longer or thicker would hurt... I wasn't a virgin when we met, you know. I did experiment, but the first time you made love to me, I knew there would never be anyone else."

 "Then tell me, Deb, how did we ever get so far apart?"

 "I don't know. There's been so many times, I've wanted more, especially after work. Right now, I pretend to have a short nap when I get home. But in truth, I take out my rubber dicky and give myself an orgasm to take the edge off my day... wishing you would come in and do me instead..."

 "You're kidding? Jeezus, while I'm letting you have your 'nap', I'm in the downstairs bathroom, wanking to get my own edge off."

 Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. "ASSHOLE! How long have you been doing this?"

 "Years."

 "Ohmigod, all this time, I thought you were no longer interested in my pussy, that you only fucked me to fulfill your duty... Well, mister, things are sure going to change around here. After work, there's no reason we can't put the children in the den and have a ten minute power fuck...

 "Our children have been getting between us, but no more," continued Deb, "From now on, I'm not going to wear any panties around the house. Whenever the kids are out or sight, just lift my dress or pull down my sweats and stick your wonderful pole into my pussy... Don't worry, I'll be ready."

 She hesitated, "But there is something else, honey. I can't have those power fucks at bedtime. If we only have a quickie, I get so high, I can't get to sleep for at least an hour. Sometimes I have to get up and take a sleeping pill. That's why I only want to do it on weekends."

 "Deb, I never realized..."



---

That afternoon, she was sitting on my lap on the sofa, moaning her pleasure, one of her gorgeous nipples in my mouth.

 "Debbie, what are we going do we do if there's another 'date auction'? That's far too dangerous a game for me."

 "Ben, I can understand a stolen kiss or an unwelcome grope, that's the perils of dating, but I definitely can't condone this pussy fingering bullshit. It could lead to something that would wreck our marriage and that would just kill me... If we have another church 'date night', we should fuck for an hour before we go. If we had done it yesterday afternoon, none of this shit would have happened. That was my fault and I promise you, it will never happen again."

 "Works for me," I grinned, "I love you, Debbie."

 "And I love you too, Ben, especially your thick nine inch dick."

 "Whoa, if you start spinning tales like that, your girlfriends are going to start hitting on me."

 "Nah... Don't worry, I've already told them it's only four inches long and you can only get it up once a week. That will keep them away from what belongs exclusively to me."

 "Thanks a lot," I feigned sarcasm, "I've always wanted to be known as an inadequate pussy whipped wimp."

 "Haa, haa," she laughed, "I really like that idea, to have such power over you, I could get you to fuck me whenever I wanted... and you can be sure it would be often too."

 "You're an incorrigible slut."

 "Yes, it's true, I am... all your fault, you made me one last night... Hey, how would you like to play with your slut some more, right here? Or maybe you'd rather bend me over the kitchen table? You could pretend it's Mona's fat ass."

 "Promise not to leave any leftovers on the table?"

 "Sluts never waste a drop," she chortled, letting the robe fall from her beautiful body.

 Yes, I did bend her over the table and pole her pussy. She was screaming through the open kitchen window, 'fuck me, fuck me'. The old geezer next door must have wondered if he was going to get lucky.



---

That first 'date auction' was a huge success, raising over $4,000 for the church. The committee decided to hold one every four months. More couples joined and the Saturday morning bidding became a gala event, serving wine and cheese while the bidding took place.

 Someone on the committee realized that the 10PM deadline was not always being adhered to, so the rules were changed. Thereafter, everyone was required to meet in the church basement at 5:30 to pick up their dates, then return by 10PM to be driven home by their own spouses. Any wine and cheese left over from the morning was served until 11PM.

 The format was also amended so that on every third 'date auction', the women bid on the men. 

 My first time was mortifying. I was standing on the stage in a Tshirt and jeans, trying to suck in my fat belly. It didn't fool anyone. A 200 pound amazon landed me for $75 and even though we had a great dinner, I vowed never again to be low man on the totem pole. 

 After the home exercise equipment was installed in our basement, Deb took an interest in it too, determined to get rid of her little belly. That disappointed me at first because I loved to bury my face in it on my way down to licking her sweet pussy. But it had a great side benefit, those core exercises really strengthened her vaginal muscles.

 Saturday night became our fantasy night. Deb teased me unmercifully about my amazon but I told her my amazon was so tight, it took me half an hour to work into her. Of course, her studly's cock was twice the size of mine. Those fantasies led to some mind blowing orgasms but that's all they were, just teasing fantasies. We loved each other too much to ever consider infidelity.

 Family life changed for us. We spent a lot more time outdoors and at the beach. No longer was I self conscious about my body. My belt was now cinched up another five notches and I had to have all my clothes taken in. Since Deb's little tummy was almost gone, she dropped a dress size and began wearing her bikini again.



---

A year after my amazon date, I was again on the bidding block, showing off my tan and six pack through my tight Tshirt. This time there was a very pleasant surprise. Drake's wife, Ann, got me for $250 while Deb nabbed some older college professor.

 It was a hot summer night so I wore only a dress shirt and slacks. Ann wore a short dress, two broad strips of cloth running up from her waist, one over each breast, tied behind her neck. Being a much younger woman, she didn't need a bra to hold up those big gazonkas... 

 And her back porch? ... Wow! ... Not only did it have the wiggle, it seemed to bounce and flutter when she moved. Even though Deb and I had a steamy session that afternoon, I had to imagine drowning our cat to keep from getting too stiff.

 Our dinner conversation was pleasant but not very cerebral. She was a bit of an airhead but she didn't need brains to go with that body. Towards the middle of the second bottle of wine, she started to get a bit frisky and snuggled into me, rubbing one of her breasts against my arm, one hand on my thigh.

 If there was ever going to be a test of my fidelity, this was it. One tug on that bow behind her neck and her dress would be down, my bone buried deep inside her.

 "God, I'm so horny, I can hardly wait to get my husband's big dick into me," she whispered in my ear.

 "Pretty well endowed, is he?" I took a deep breath, waiting for her reply. 

 She huffed her hot breath into my ear, "A very solid six inches, just about drives me crazy." 

 I exhaled so loudly, I'm sure the chef in the kitchen heard me. If there was ever any doubt about believing Deb's big cock story, it was now completely dispelled.

 "How about your's?" she giggled.

 "Uh... considerably smaller, but my wife likes it. I... uh... think we better go, it's almost ten."

 We drove back in silence. She was squirming in her bucket seat, rubbing her thighs together, maybe a clit ring? ... Once inside, she grabbed Drake's ass cheeks, pulling him into her, trying to dry fuck him. They literally ran outside to their van.

 After getting into our car, Deb unzipped me and whipped it out.

 "Good God, Ben, it's so hard, I can't even bend it. She really turned you on, didn't she?"

 "Deb, when I get you home, I'm going to fuck you 'til dawn."

 "Ooooooo... that horny, huh? Well in that case, I'd better get a head start. This ten inch pipe could damage me."

 She lowered her mouth over my cock. It only took a few slurps before I erupted. She started to swallow but when I hit a pothole, my cum sprayed everywhere, including on her face. She fingered a large glob off the side of her nose and stuck it into her mouth.

 "Yummm, Mouton Cadet Bordeaux, 2001, that was a very good year."

 I was hard again before her bare ass hit the bed. Spreading her legs, she hooked an ankle with each hand, her wet pussy pointing up at me, opened by her own juices.

 "Your turn, lover, tongue my needy pussy... oh, yes... yes... right there... oh, Ben... that feels so good... Does my cunny taste as good as hers?"

 I came up for air. "Tastes like ole perfesser." 

 "Haaa, haaa, I'll have you know, he has a very long talented cock. During class, he has a chalk adapter so that he can use both hands and his dick to write on the blackboard... Oh, jeezus, Ben, yes... suck my clitty... harder... I love it..."

 "Pretty good writer, is he?" I took a deep breath.

 "Yes, and in three different languages at the same ti..."

 I couldn't hear anymore because her thighs were clamped over my ears as she pulled my head deep into her throbbing pussy. After I laid down beside her, her tears spilled onto my chest. 

 "What's wrong, darlin'?"

 "It's just that I'm so happy... Ben, if you ever decide to leave me for a bimbo like Ann, will you give me at least five years notice? Will you, huh?"

 "Nope, at least twenty. Now get up top and ride the pony..."





EPILOGUE

 There was a noticeable difference among the participants of those 'date auctions'. It seemed a lot of them began to slim down in their quest to become more attractive bidding fodder to the opposite sex.

 Many participating couples double or triple dated, it was great to get to know so many people. There was never any whispers of affairs or naughty behavior. Perhaps no one dared. Either that, or those couples decided to do the same as we did, fuck themselves silly before and after their auction dates.

 Yes, Deb and I now couple several nights during the week, and that's not counting our afterwork power fucks or the ocassional quickie when the children aren't watching. 

 On weeknights, I've learned to get to bed early so I have time to please her properly. Her first orgasm comes from my mouth. Her second is a smaller one, almost as soon as I enter her. Her third is truly majestic, she trembles and shudders for several minutes while we both empty our love juices. 

 Then with a kiss and a sigh, she rolls over while I spoon her. She falls into a deep sleep almost immediately... hey... much better than any sleeping pill.

 ...Oh, and BTW, I don't collect stamps anymore...

 THE END



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The Date Ch. 01



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Lisa reached over and after just a seconds hesitation, and turned the alarm clock off, instead of hitting the snooze button. The extra nine minutes just wouldn't be worth the rush later. Jeff and the dogs still snored, not even fazed by that annoying alarm going off at the ungodly hour of 5 AM.

Pulling the covers back, the cold air hits her with it's instant wake up effect. The master bath is only six steps from her side of the bed. Groping in the dark, she closes the door before turning on the light. 

Jeff was taking the day off to get some projects done around the house today. So, in exchange for letting him sleep in, taking the dogs our, getting the food and water dishes filled, he was going to finish two things she wanted done and he was going to make dinner tonight. It was a fair trade. Usually, she got up later so he would take care of the dogs. And she did most of the cooking. It would be nice to come home to a hot meal today.

'Damn brights lights! Why can't it be light out when I have to get up? Because I'm a friggin' idiot for picking up an extra shift that starts before dawn, that's why! Hump day. I wish...can't remember the last time we had mid-week sex.' 

Lisa turned on the shower and brushed her teeth while it warmed up. The hot water warming the bathroom to a more tolerable temperature. She thought about the last time they had any sex. 

'Oh, my God, it's been at least two weeks' - two and a half since it was on the weekend. It was awesome as always. Jeff was a caring, passionate, talented lover. He grumbled that they should do it more often, but so did she.

Their son was grown now - married last June and expecting their first grandchild next August. They were going to be grandparents and that made both of them feel so OLD. But they weren't - at forty-five and forty-six, they were still young, fit, healthy. It was weird. They had more time, more money and were too tired to make the effort to do the things that they had promised each other 'when the house was theirs again'. Top of that list was sex. 

'Maybe tonight, heheheh, maybe for desert!' Lisa thought with a grin.

It was only when she was done with everything else that she got the dogs to go outside. Then she saw the snow. At least six inches of white stuff.

'Shit. Now I'll probably be late.' 

Opening the door, the dogs rushed to get out, the youngest rolling and biting at the snow, ready for playtime. The two older dogs did their business and were ready to get back into the warm house. She let them in and hit the automatic car starter - the BEST Christmas present she had ever gotten - and then threw the ball for the playful mutt they had adopted a year ago.

'A few minutes to let the car warm up won't kill me and the puppy needs the exercise.' 

Lisa glanced at her watch, 5 minutes and she would have to get going. The big mutt was running and rolling and playing as if it was a balmy day on the beach instead of dark, freezing cold and windy. Whistling to the dog, she held the door open and a snow covered blur ran past her, into the house and over the other two waiting for their cookies. 

'Stupid dog - can't watch where she's going.'

After handing out cookies, grabbing her purse, the tools of her trade - stethoscope, penlight and half a dozen clicker pens - she went to her now warm car. Backing out of the driveway she tried to get her mind off sex and into work mode. The drive was twenty minutes in good weather, forty in bad. Hopefully the snow plows had cleared the roads. She double checked that she had her cell - just in case - and put it on the dash. Tuning the radio to an oldies station, she drove out into the dark, singing "California Dreamin'" with the Mamas and Papas.

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She had made it to work with six minutes to spare. Coffee in hand, she had sat through the usual morning whining from the night shift, gotten report on her two patients in the CCU, checked orders and meds, answered the usual inane questions from the residents about patients she hadn't even seen yet, and put her day in order. Both of her patients were very ill and would take all her skills. It was going to be a long twelve hours.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Thirteen hours later, reports given, questions answered, and after one last 'can you help me turn Charlie?', she had taken a quick shower in the locker room. She changed into her jeans and old college sweat shirt and her clunky boots. She was zipping up her coat, grabbing her belongings and heading for the door. She heard her name just before she hit the automatic door opener. Sighing heavily, she turned back to see the unit clerk waving at her and pointing to a man.

"Come back, Lisa, this guy needs to talk with you!"

'Great! I am never going to escape the place.' Lisa turned back with a feeling of instant weariness. 'Probably another family member with more questions I can't answer. I left my crystal ball at home!' 

Lisa composed her face to hide her thoughts, and tried to smile. Her feet and back hurt, she had a headache and in general, wanted to get the hell out of Dodge.

The stranger turned towards her with a smile. She noticed he was wearing some sort of uniform, with hat, gloves and matching coat. All in black. He was about fifty-five years old - too old to be a son of either patient, too young to be a sibling. He also bore no family resemblance. Her puzzlement must have shown on her face. He smiled and removed his hat, revealing thick black hair, streaked with silver, blue eyes that reflected his smile, and dark skin that looked evenly tanned.

"Lisa? My name is Jonathan. I have been sent to pick you up, by Jeff, and take you to your destination."

Lisa looked at him as if he had just spoken in Greek.

"Your husband sends his love and told me to tell you that his parents have the dogs, and your bag is in my car. Your car has already been retrieved and is at home. This note is for you." Jonathan then handed her an envelope with her name on the outside. It sure looked like Jeff's handwriting. She opened the note slowly, glancing around she noticed that everything had come to a standstill in the busy CCU, and she felt suddenly exposed and shy.

Turning her body slightly towards the wall, she read the note.

"Darling,

This is Jonathan. He will drive you, in a limo to meet me for a romantic evening. This was planned before you picked up this shift, so I hope you're up for this. Since you're not working tomorrow - I checked! - you'll have time to rest and recover if necessary. Now, go with the nice man. Just follow your instructions and you will have an evening to remember.

With all my love,

Jeff"

Lisa turned back to Jonathan. Folding the note, she looked him in the eyes and nodded.

"Lead on, Sir!" Lisa said, a tingle of excitement giving her renewed energy.

Jonathan smiled and Lisa saw the CCU return to normal as she followed him out the door and to the front entrance of the hospital. He held the back door of the limo open for her and she slid into the back seat of the already warm car. A bottle of champagne, fluted glass, and a dozen pink roses in a vase greeted her. But not Jeff.

There was a bag on the seat. Inside it was a little black dress, stockings, heels, bra, jewelry and cosmetics. No panties. Lisa giggled, 'Just like Jeff!' This was pretty good. She couldn't help but wonder what was next. Then she saw the envelope.

Opening it up, she read,

"Darling,

So far so good? Good. OK, Jonathan should have the separator window closed by now and I'm sure you've noticed that all the glass is very dark. No one can see you. Please put on the clothes in the bag and drink your champagne. Sit back and relax, it's a bit of a drive. I'll see you soon.

With all my Love,

Jeff"

Closing the note, she giggled like a teenager and started to get out of her clothes...



The Date Ch. 01



I knew what to expect when I arrived at the hotel. It was what I had fantasized about for years, and now here I was, ready to step over that threshold and nervous as hell. My girlfriend and I had talked about it, innocently enough at first, passion talk in the heat of orgasm. But now, this was about to be different, very different. 

It all started one weekend afternoon when I was sitting on the side of our bed while Krystal was on her knees in front of me, my cock slick, hard, and halfway down her throat. 

"That's it."

I reached down and with my right hand held the back of her neck. I applied no pressure to her towards me, rather just held her sensually and with my fingers rubbed the base of her neck below the hair line. I wanted her to feel that I loved her for what she was doing not to me, but for me.

"You are beautiful." I told her. 

"Why? Because I am sucking your dick?"

"No" I retorted, "because you are you, and you enjoy unselfishly what you are doing because you love me and you want to please me."

At that she stopped completely and again removed me from her mouth to speak. She hesitated for a moment and then simply said "Yes".

She then reached up to grab my neck and kissed me. Passionately, deeply, and slowly. 

When we separated our kiss she went back down to continue her work on my cock. I licked my lips and could slightly taste myself on them. 

" I can taste myself" I said while running a finger across my lower lip.

She never took my cock out of her mouth but looked up at me with a quizzical look on her face. She slowed down as if pondering, thinking, calculating her next move.

Her mind seemed to be no longer on what she had at hand, but what she was going to do next.

"What?"

Again she removed my cock from her warm mouth, then holding me with only a ring of her index finger and thumb at the base, she flattened the tip of her tongue and licked my shaft from the base of my balls up to the tip of the head.

"Just a thought" she replied mysteriously.

"And...?" 

"You tell me you can taste yourself, yet you don't seem repulsed by it." That was a statement more than a question. I could tell that she wanted to delve into this more as she seemed to be choosing her words carefully. 

After she spoke she began to stroke me corkscrew fashion slowly, and I knew right then that she was attempting to milk me of precum. She always loved my juice and would often coax as much from me as she could, no matter what stage of our sexual tryst were at. 

I grabbed both of her cheeks in my palms and looked her dead in the eye and said matter of factly, "You should have figured by now that I love you enough to not be repulsed by anything you could do or say."

She again seemed to be choosing her words. "Anything?"

My cock twitched while in her hand as she again reached the head in that twisting motion. 

I now knew why she was hesitating when she spoke. She had wanted something, and what ever it may be, I wanted nothing more than to give it to her. 

As she continued stroking my cock she delved down and sucked one of my balls into her mouth. Twirling her tongue around it, she never took her eyes off of mine. Her other hand was slowly running circles around her clit, and instinctively she moaned on my nut. 

After continuing her ministrations on both her clit and rotating from one sac to the other for several minutes she sat up straight again and looking at my cock said "Oh good".

She took her index finger and rubbed it over the head of my dick and then, lifting her finger to her mouth, ran her finger over her lips coating them with my juice. 

"Damn you are sexy" was all I had the strength to mutter. 

She again raised up and kissed me, this time though it was forceful as she controlled her mouth and mine with her movements. There was no denying what she was after. She wanted to see just how far I was willing to go with this. I went. I became totally caught up in the moment as I found myself reacting to her desires. I searched for it with my tongue, running it over her lips in an effort to capture as much of my juice as I could. Then she broke the kiss.

"So are you" she stammered, then catching her breath she said again "so are you".

How she was able to concentrate I don't know. But to be able to focus on our kiss, the kiss and continue to milk my cock with her hand all the while, is beyond me.

She raised herself to her feet and finally letting go of my cock stood before me in all of her naked glory. Then starting with one hand on each breast she ran her fingers in circles around her nipples.

"Do you like my breasts?"

"Yes, I love your breasts. They are perfect."

"Do you want to lick them? Suck them?"

"Yes"

She leaned forward to allow me access to her tits, which I immediately took into my mouth. I suckled on her nipple as I started to run my hand up, grasping her breasts. 

"Uh, Uh. No hands" she stated firmly as she leaned back out of the reach of my mouth.

She leaned back in to allow me access once again, and in order to give her the sense that she was not in total control I scraped my teeth across her nipple. She shuddered then and again when I transferred to the side of her breast and gently bit her flesh. 

After several minutes of giving both of her supple breasts oral attention she again stepped back. It was at this point that she began showing herself off for me. She reached down to her pussy and pulled both lips apart, exposing her clit, which was as erect and standing as proud as my cock. Both were begging for some sense of attention, and both were ready bring us to orgasm. She on the other hand felt a bit selfish. 

"Do you like my pussy?" she asked with a grin on her face.

"I love your pussy"

"Do you want to eat my pussy?" her voice was almost childish. Her questioning almost innocent.

"God yes. You know there is nothing more I love to do then lick your hot pussy."

"Good then lay down so I can fuck your face honey. I want to cum on your mouth."

I laid back without even bothering to slide completely onto the bed. I wanted her, right then, right there. She climbed onto her knees on the bed, never letting go of her pussy lips, all the while holding herself wide open for me to see. 

"Grab your dick."

"Oh, you want to watch me stroke my hard cock for you while I lick your pussy?" I asked.

" No just hold it up. I have something else in mind."

Doing as was requested I grabbed my cock at the base and held it straight up. My initial thought was that she wanted to ride me for a few strokes then transfer herself up to my face. Wrong again. 

"Mmm, look at all of that juice on your hard cock. God there is so much of it."

"Well, that is usually what happens when I have your sexy self turning me on."

"Do I turn you on?" 

She was now straight over my dick, her puffy and swollen lips red with heat. While both of us were intently watching the point where we were almost connected., she lowered herself ever so slightly. Just enough to where her clit was directly in contact with the head of my cock. She squirmed her ass around enough to rub her clit over me. Admittedly it took great effort to keep from blowing off right there. This was the sexiest thing I had ever been a part of. Her pussy, stretched apart by her fingers, clit in full view being coated with a copious amount of precum. 

"Now, get me Off." she demanded.

She again shifted her self forward until her exposed clit was directly over my mouth. Although I wanted to delve into her pussy, I could not resist the temptation to ask her if I could use my hands now. I smiled up at her as I asked the question.

"Of course you can use your fingers, hands, whatever. I don't care if you use your toes considering the fact that your about to eat your cum off of my pussy!"

We both chuckled for a second before I began giving her the attention she deserved. I reached up and tweaked her nipple, and with the other hand that I held myself with I reached around and teased her ass. I kissed at her outer lips and her fingers as I alternated between circling her asshole and applying pressure, gently probing her rosebud without actually entering her. After only a couple minutes I could sense by her breathing that she was anticipating what this evening would bring. It was now time to add the mental aspect to her impending orgasm.

"You want me to eat my cum off your pussy."

"Yes honey, taste your cum off of me"

"Your forcing me to eat you, knowing that in order to get you off I have to go through my own slick cum aren't you?"

"You have no choice but to do as I say with the position your in. Eat it. Eat that nasty cum off my clit you bastard"

I then pressed my finger into her ass probing her inner cavity, and began to lick at her clit. I could clearly taste myself on her, and the thought of what I was doing never occurred to me. I only thought of giving an orgasm, perhaps the best orgasm she had had. I began to fuck her ass with my finger as I concentrated solely on her clit, lapping at it with short deliberate strokes of my tongue.

"OH God, this is hot. That's it. Lick the cum that came out of your dick off of my pussy while he fucks my ass."

While I hadn't recalled anyone else in the room several minutes earlier, I caught that little comment, and reviled in the fact that she had just touched on a fantasy that I had not previously known about. I decided to see how deep her fantasy went and stopped my clit licking long enough to ask

"Is he fucking your ass good and hard? Huh?" I increased the speed with which I fingered her ass. 

"God yes! Just eat me you bitch!"

I knew she was getting close so I took a chance and expanded on her fantasy.

"He's banging your ass hard while his bitch is back there sucking my dick."

She looked down at me for a second with a look of satisfaction and approval of my acceptance to her fantasy by adding to it on my own.

"Just suck your juice off my pussy bitch, I'll do the talking from here on out. This is my fantasy" she said.

I thought I had gone a wee bit too far until after a moment she asked me if it was good. Without stopping my attention on her pussy I gave her a quizzical look, which she understood.

"Her mouth, Is she sucking your dick good?" 

I nodded as she reached behind herself and found my cock laying against my belly in a pool of more precum. She began to jerk on my cock being sure to get it slick with my juice as she went. I added another finger to her ass.

"He is about to cum on my ass and pussy, and you have nowhere to go. Your going to eat his cum off of my ass. Your going to clean my entire ass and pussy of his thick, hot, white, cum while she sucks your dick deep down her throat."

She jerked hard on my cock in an effort to make me blow. I wasn't that far from it when she said;

"Hey you slut, make him cum. Make my boyfriend cum with your mouth while your husband pounds my ass." she pulled on my dick with lightening speed. "My boyfriend is about to eat your husbands hot cum off my ass."

By now hr clit had been completely cleaned of my precum as I myself had gotten completely into her fantasy. I was flicking my tongue over her bud as fast as I could, only wanting her to reach her orgasm, knowing that I was about to blow my cum. I could not speak, I didn't want to speak, I only wanted to continue building her orgasm to a height that he would never forget, but I was extremely close myself. I began moaning into her pussy as she pounded my cock with her fist. In an effort to hold back as long as I could, I began to yell while holding her clit strait between my lips. She new I was close and quickly hopped off of my face and scooted herself backwards so that my pounding dick was a mere inches from her ass. Reluctantly I had no choice but to remove my fingers from her asshole as she slid backwards. 

"That's it cum for me. Cum for his wife. She worked hard sucking your dick. Cum on!"

"Oh God!! I cant hold anymore bitch I'm gonna cum!"

"Yea, then your gonna eat that cum you nasty bastard!"

That did it as I came so hard it hurt. I actually felt my slit expanding in order to release my cum and it flew right onto her ass. Krystal never stopped pulling on my cock as I shot again, sending another jet of cum onto her ass. I had never, evening my teenage years cum as hard as this.

"Oh God!" I gasped as another load of cum hit her. 

She slowed down her stroking and began her corkscrew style again as my cum began to fade to a dribble. With her hand wrapped around my cock, she used her fingers to smear what was now being milked from me over the head of my sensitive cock. 

Her fingers were coated with my cum when she brought them around and leaned in to kiss me. Instead of a normal kiss, she slipped her slick fingers in-between our mouths and we began to fight over my cum with our tongues. After it had all be cleaned she removed them and broke off our kiss.

"His cum is running down the cheek of my ass, down the crack of my ass, and over my freshly fucked asshole. I hope your hungry, because he came a ton. Now get back there and eat my ass.

"Then get on your knees so I can do this right." I ordered her, which she complied without a seconds hesitation. 

I instinctively dove into her ass and began lapping at the cum that had landed there. Knowing that if I allowed myself time to think about it and come down off of the bliss I was in, I could never go through with doing this. I followed a trail of my cum with my tongue, taking a long lick across her firm ass cheek. Reaching down I shoved two fingers straight into her cunt, and without surprise they slid into her quite easily. I at once held nothing back and began to pound my fingers into her as fast as I could. 

"Oh hell yes. Yes, Yes, Yes!" She began to scream. She was almost there as I moved my attention to the copious amount of warm cum that was trailing itself down across her asshole. I licked it up and rimmed her in the process, flicking my tongue straight across her asshole. 

"What am I doing Krystal?" "Your, ... Oh Dam, Your eating his cum, Oh, Oh, Oh, his hot cum off of, oh you muther fucker!"

"I'm eating another mans' cum off of your what Krystal? Say it!"

Mmm Your eating his hot cum off of my freshly fucked asshole! God you're a slut!" She screamed as her orgasm finally hit her, and it hit her hard.

Her body rocked back against my fingers while she squirmed her ass, pushing, grinding it as forcefully as she possibly could against my face. The moment her orgasm hit, I buried my tongue as far into her ass as I could, fucking her with my tongue. 

"Oh dam, stop, please stop." she panted hard as she fought to get the words out while she came down from her orgasm. 

I crawled back up beside her and we cuddle together across the bed. At this point I had never loved her as much as I had before, and I was quite certain that She just felt the same way. It was several long minutes before either of us spoke, and it was I who ventured to conversate first.

"Where did that come from, and what prompted you to open up like that?" I asked.

"We all have our fantasies, but I'm not sure what inspired me to open up like that."

"Well Krystal, I love you for it." I replied as I squeezed her tight and gently kissed her forehead.



The Date Ch. 01



"I bet he has a big dick."

I choked on my lemonade. "What?!" I knew Candace like to voice her opinion, but I wasn't expecting that.

"He probably has a big dick. It would make a lot of sense," She said nonchalantly adjusting her white bikini top accentuate her tan skin.

I set my drink down and looked at her. I lowered my sunglasses to let her see my stern, green eyes. "What do you mean?"

She sighed. "The way you describe him. It just sounds like he is packing. Do you think anyone can see us right now?" She started looking around the backyard.

I removed my sunglasses completely. "How do I describe him?"

She stands up still looking. "Like a fucking stud. I think the fence is high enough. I don't think anyone can see us."

I was utterly confused. "What are you talking about?" 

She looks at me. "I want to tan nude, Jenn. I hate tan lines and I don't want any peeping Toms. Do you mind?" she asks not waiting for an answer as she unties the string around her neck.

"No. About James: How is he a stud?"

Her bikini falls and her tits are completely exposed. I had always been jealous of them. She was a full D-cup, perky, and her natural tan, it just wasn't fair. "Everything about him sounds like a stud." She takes of the rest of her top and lets it slowly fall off her fingertips to the side. "I think the left is a little bigger than the right," she says cupping and lifting her beautiful bosom. "What do you think?"

I was getting annoyed. "They are perfect as always. Can you stop playing with them and talk to me, be more specific. What is it that makes him a stud?"

She let them go and stares at me. Her brown eyes matching the few freckles sprinkled across her nose only a few shades darker than her skin. "Where to begin?" She says playfully as she lies back down. "You say he is confident, but not cocky. He doesn't try too hard. He isn't overcompensating. He doesn't need to because he has a huge fucking dick." She lifts her hips into the air. Her beautiful booty barely making it off of the seat and slides her bikini bottoms towards he knees. "You say he is funny, but not over the top. He doesn't force anything; it just seems natural. He just says what he is thinking without any fear because he is sure of himself because he has a huge fucking dick." She lifts her legs in the air in a surprisingly sexual manner, straight up, and slowly slides her bottoms all the way off. "You say he is in shape, but not a muscle bound asshole. He doesn't need to be. He doesn't have to overcompensate because he has a huge fucking dick." She spreads her legs and straddles the chair. "You say he is laid back and never seems rattled or nervous. He is always sure of himself. Why is he sure of himself?"

"Because he has a huge fucking dick!" I squeal a little too excited and almost jumped out of my seat. I surprised myself. That wasn't like me at all. I am a good girl. I've always been proud of that.

She laughs. "Now you get it." Looking back towards the clear blue sky she says, "Oh, my God! That breeze feels amazing on my pussy." She begins moving her hips in slow circles to let the breeze make full contact. I notice she is completely shaven down there. Seeing her naked body was intimidating. She was perfect. Like a walking sex goddess. Her dark brown hair messily laying on the head of the chair, and just a few drops of sweat on her flat, sexy stomach. Her long, tan legs connecting seamlessly to her tight round ass. I have spent many hours wishing I looked like her. She stops and catches me admiring her body. "Why don't you get out of that, too? No one is looking." She smiles dangerously.

"I just...I um...I don't really see the point. I mean I have been tanning just as long as you this summer and all I have managed to do is get sunburnt twice." It was true. My Irish heritage made it impossible for me to tan. "Alas, I guess I will always be a pasty ginger."

"Just take your clothes off and don't make me do it for you." I wish I could have the confidence she does to just tell someone to get naked like that. I don't know why I was doing it, but I slowly stood up and got undressed. I untied my yellow polka-dotted bikini and laid it on the ground next to me, not nearly as sexily as Candace had. My B-cups looked like a child's compared to Candace. I hated comparing the two of us. She won in every way. 

"I wish I was as tiny as you," she states. Is that a hint of jealousy in her voice? Why would she be jealous of me?

"What?! Are you kidding me? I would kill for your body." I started to gain a little confidence leaning over and rhythmically removing my bikini bottoms.

"Yeah, but you are so skinny. I wish I was as skinny." It was true. Even though Candace and I were the same heigh: about 5'4". She out weighted me by 20 lbs, although, it was all ass and tits. Soaking wet, I was 105 lbs after lunch.

"I would take 10 pounds from you if you could put them in my tits."

"What you talking about? Your tits are fine," she said almost as if it was rehearsed.

"They are so small next to yours."

"They are not small!" I could tell by the way she looked away she didn't really mean that. "Well, James seems to like their size at least, doesn't he?"

I giggled like a schoolgirl. "I don't know."

"What do you mean 'I don't know?'"

"Well, he hasn't seen them yet," I say honestly and a little coy.

She sits up in surprise. "What, you two haven't fucked yet? How many dates has it been?" She seemed so interested now.

"Two. Tonight will be three."

"FUCK HIM ALREADY!" She was adamant. "You have a guy who is probably hung like Zeus, and I bet you are just talking about how many cats you want to have when you get married, and the exact color of the fence in the front yard, and the names of your 2.4 children. Fuck that, Jenny! Fuck him!"

I felt my skin going red. I can't believe what I was hearing. Well, coming from Candace, yeah, I could, but still that wasn't something you just shout in the middle of the afternoon. "I'm sorry I don't fuck every guy who says I'm attractive like you do. I like to take time. I like to wait until a few dates in."

She was a little angry, but knew I was joking with her. "Well three is a few, isn't it?" she smiled. "You won't regret it. I know this guy is gotta be fucking huge. If he isn't I will hook you up with my fuck buddy, Daniel. He, too, has been blessed by the Cock Gods." Her smile turned into a wink.

I laugh again. "I think I will pass on the bet, but I think I will sleep with him." 

"Oh, you two won't be sleeping," she said relaxing back in her chair as if she had done her job. 

Now, I was thinking about James fucking me...with a huge cock...pounding my tight pussy...Holy fuck! I could feel my pussy getting wet, and yes that breeze felt amazing. I thought about rubbing my clit right there. No. What was wrong with me? I am a good girl. I don't do that sort of thing. That's disgusting. "Candace?" I ask fearfully.

"Yeah, you prude," she answers with a smile on her face and her sunglasses back on.

"What does a big penis feel like?"

Silence. I just hear her head turn to look at me. She removes her sunglasses. "What?"

I just look at her embarrassed. "I have never had one that was, you know, big." I was being completely honest.

She looked almost dumfounded. "Really?" She looked like I had just told her I had seen Bigfoot.

"Yeah. I haven't had one. I am not very promiscuous, you know. I just haven't been with one."

"How many guys have you fucked?" 

Oh my, that was really personal, but staring at my lustful friend I could help myself, I just said, "three."

"You are 24 years old and you have only fucked three guys? Didn't you go to college?" I knew she was being rhetorical; we met sophomore year.

"I have always been a relationship kind of girl." I was feeling really inadequate right now. Candace has probably fucked a football team full of guys and I could count mine on one hand and still have enough fingers to put in my earrings.

"You are so cute." She was patronizing me, but I didn't care. At least I wasn't a whore, but I'm not going to say that out loud. "I have just realized we have been friends for four years and we still haven't talked about the guys we've fucked."

She was right. I mean, we have talked about cute guys all the time, but never about us having sex with them. Other things have always been more important. "Do you want to right now?"

"Fuck, yes!" She was really getting into this. "I want to hear about how dirty you really are. I bet you are a kinky little slut." She looked at me with great interest. I don't know why, but when she called me a slut I felt somewhat validated. I wanted her to call me it again.

I was beat red. I had no idea we were going to talk about this today. "You want me to start?" I was shocked how fast this conversation got to this.

"Yeah, since you only have three, lets get those out of the way." There was still a sense of patronization in her voice. "Tell me about your first."

"Oh, um. Okay." I had never told anyone about this, but looking at Candace's huge tits and sexy body inspired me to be a bit more sexual. "Well his name was Jacob."

"Ooooooo!" She was being a complete bitch about this. Her hands were under her chin mocking me.

I stuck my tongue out and kept going. "We dating from sophomore year of high school until the summer before college."

"High school sweet hearts? Awwwww!" She held her hands to her left tit symbolizing her heart, but I just saw them bounce. Why was she so sexy? I can't believe we are naked right now!

"Fuck you. We dated and then the night of junior prom we went to a hotel at the beach and—"

"You dated for a year and didn't fuck?"

"We were 15 when we met! We were 16 when we did it. Jesus, you slut!" She was getting annoying now. I may be inexperienced, but I am not ignorant. "How old were you when you lost it?"

"15," she said without missing a beat. "This guy named Shane. He was a senior. Started dating halfway through freshman year, and he turned me into a sex fiend." How was she so open about this? Still, it was hot. I wanted to hear about her getting fucked. Why was it so hot? "He wasn't the biggest guy, but for a high schooler, boy, could he fuck. First time we did it was in my bedroom, while my parents were asleep down the hall. He snuck in the window and told me he wanted to fuck me tonight! I had been giving him blowjobs whenever he asked for about two weeks: in his room, in his car, in the band room bathroom, in the movie theater."

Oh, my god! I was getting so wet thinking about Candace blowing some guy in a public place: the thrill of not knowing if you are going to get caught, some guy's dick sliding through her luscious lips, maybe hitting the back of her throat or even sliding down it making her gag. I looked down at my seat and a small puddle was forming of my pussy juice, and maybe a little sweat. Candace kept talking lost in thought.

"But that night he crawled through my window and told me I was going to fuck him, and I did. He didn't ask. He just said I was going to. It was amazing. He ate me out and got me really wet, then slid his dick in me and just went at it. He didn't last long, maybe five, six minutes, but it was an amazing five, six minutes. I didn't cum, but it still felt great. We fucked like every day or every other day for a few months. Once I figured out how to cum, you couldn't get me off his dick." She began biting her lips and I realized that I was biting mine. My nipples were erect and by the looks of it, so were hers. She was lost in the thought of having her then virgin pussy pounded. "Sorry, I got carried away. Tell me about Jacob."

I snapped back to reality. "Oh, well we spent the night in a hotel and we did it."

"Was it good? How big was he? Details!"

I laughed. "Average, I guess. Maybe a little less than 6 inches. He was good, not great." I could see her letting it all in.

She didn't speak right away. After a few moments she said, "Okay. What about number two?"

"Michael." I was feeling a bit more open now that I knew Candace was getting just as turned on by all of this. "I met him freshman year of college. I was actually dating him when we met. You remember? He was about the same in bed as Jacob: just average all around."

"Oh Michael....Yeah I remember him." She made that twisted grin again. "I fucked him about a week after you two broke up."

"YOU BITCH!" I threw my towel at her playfully.

"I'm sorry. He was talking to me about you at a party and we just, you know, did it." She didn't sound sorry, but I wasn't really mad. We had broken up after all. "But, yeah. He was just average. Nothing special. How did you date that for three years?"

"Oh my God, Candace! Date that? He is a person, you know. Guys are more than just lays."

"What are you talking about, girl? The only thing they are good for is dick." She says it like it is obvious.

"Whatever." I didn't feel like arguing with her. I was too turned on to argue. "The last guy was Tom. We met right after graduation. He was a bit smaller: five inches tops."

"Aww," Candace smirked. "I feel bad for him."

"But he could eat me out like none of the other guys." I said trying to validate him for some reason.

"Good for him," I could tell she didn't care.

"So, tell me about some of yours. What does a big dick feel like?" I really wanted to know. I just wanted to hear Candace talk about getting fucked. It was turning me on so much.

"Well..." she smiled. "My first 'Big' cock was senior year of high school. Now, I had fucked about 15 guys at that point. Some good, some bad, but then I met Darius. He was a wide receiver on our rival's football team. We met at a party. He was about 6'2" and skinny, but in shape. He was dancing with me all night, and I kept feeling something in his crotch. I though he was hard the whole time, but I was wrong. After about an hour of me grinding on him, he grabbed me and said he was going to take me into the bedroom and make me scream!" She licks her lips. "My panties got soaked from just his words. He led me up the stairs and to the bedroom. He ripped of my top and threw me on the bed. He started unbuttoning his pants, and slowly slid them off. I was rubbing my pussy through my thong just watching him strip. I saw the base and it was nice and thick, but then it kept going...and going...and going...You enjoying yourself?" 

I just realized what I was doing. I had been rubbing my clit to her story. I was masturbating in front of my best friend in broad daylight in the middle of the afternoon. What the fuck was wrong with me? I don't do that stuff. "Sorry," I said moving my hands from my pussy. I could see the moisture on my fingers and it didn't help the situation.

"Don't be sorry," Candace said to my surprise. "It's fucking hot watching you get off. Keep going if you'd like." Oh, my! Candace was really naughty, but then again, so am I apparently. 

"Are...Are you sure?" I didn't know exactly what to do.

"Oh, yeah. I might join you," She said licking her fingers before rubbing her own clit. "Mmmmm."

Fuck, she knew what she was doing. Starting off in slow circles, her breathing changed pace. "C'mon, keep going." She commanded as she starting speeding up.

I followed, rubbing just as she did, and she went back to her story. "He finally let the whole thing out and it slapped against his stomach. It went way past his belly button. Had to be about 10 inches. Mmmm. I won't lie, I was nervous for the first time in my life, but fuck I wanted it inside me. I was so wet from how sexy he was and the alcohol. He slowly slid it inside of me. It was the greatest thing I have ever felt. My pussy was stretching more than I have ever felt before."

I was rubbing faster. My body began moving back and forth acting like it was trying to get fucked. I was so turned on just picturing her getting fucked by a stud.

"You know how it feels when you get stretched? Well when you get stretched far enough it turns into a whole different sensation. Like there is another G-spot deep inside your pussy walls. I was cumming just as he was putting it in." 

She stops. She rubs her clit faster, and I do too. We begin moaning in unison, as we make eye contact. This is one of the sexiest things that I have ever seen. Candace: this sex Goddess, moaning and rubbing her clit. I bit my lips and she begins thrusting her hips back and forth slightly. I was going to cum just watching her, but I couldn't cum first that would have been embarrassing. "What happened next?" I had to know.

"Finally got it all the way in. It took him a couple tries, but holy fuck! There is a spot deep in your cunt that only a big dick can hit, and when he hits you...oh, you will scream. I don't care if you are a screamer or not, you are when he starts hitting that spot. In that moment, nothing else matter other than his huge cock pounding your pussy. Fuck, I'm cumming!" And she was. I saw some of her juices start dripping down her finger and pushed me over the edge.

"Uggghhhhh!" I let out, as I came too. After about 15 seconds of orgasm, she stands up and walks to my chair. My face directly in front of her dripping pussy, she puts her hand on the back of my head, but doesn't move it. I know what she wants, and I am willing to give it. I had been tempted to do this the whole time she was talking. I move my mouth to her clit and wrap my lips around it. I tasted her juices. It was the most interesting tasting thing I have ever experience. I could taste the vanilla of her tanning oil mixed with a salty, sweet taste of fruit. 

I then begin licking her clit slowly in a pattern I always love mine to be licked.

"Oh, fuck! Girls, always do it better," she pants out in the midst of her pleasure. I immediately felt a strange mixture of pride and jealousy. I was thrilled I was doing a good job pleasing my gorgeous friend, but at the same time jealous that other girls had been here before, apparently. I wanted to get her off so badly now. I wanted to be the best little pussy eater she has ever had. What was going on with me? I had never pictured myself doing something like this especially in these circumstances, but I was so turned on by her stories. I wanted to show her I could be dirty, I could be a little slut, too.

I run my hands up her thighs and feel the moisture of a light sweat. My tongue moves more rhythmically now and I begin a sucking motion on her clit. This was such and amazing experience. I knew exactly what she was feeling, and thinking about it was getting me wetter. She began thrusting into my mouth. I ran my hands across her ass. It was firm, yet soft and just so curvy. I sucked harder and licked even faster.

"FUCK! You are amazing. Uggghhh!" she moans loudly as she pressed my head into her pussy and I feel her begin to cum. I feel more of her juices begin flowing, coating my tongue. I kept licking until her orgasm finally subsided.

She then sits down and puts my hand in her mouth and starts sucking on my finger licking up all of my juices. 

"Yummy." She smiles and then puts her finger in my mouth and I taste her again. 

"Mmmmmm." I smile and lick it all up as she does mine. She is miming a blowjob with each of my fingers. I can feel her tongue swirling. No wonder guys love her so much. I need to let her teach me how she does it so good sometime. Then she leans in and kisses me. She was the best kisser. I was in total shock of what was going on I just let it happen. Her tongue dances around mine, and I follow. Her hand presses against my tit and let out a moan. What was going on? I have never kissed a girl before. I have never eaten a girl out. I have never even thought about it. I don't do this. Why was I so horny right now? I grab hers. It was firm and soft: so much more fun to play wit than my little mosquito bites. Her kissing gets more passionate. He hands wrap around me and she lays me back. I feel her hot, sweaty body pressed against me. Her pussy still aroused rubbing against mine. I was getting off again. She began moaning and thrusting. Apparently, she was too. We moaned and kissed until I was about to cum, and then she stops. 




The Date Ch. 01



"Oh, what are you doing?" I was so turned on. My hips began thrusting the air hoping for some stimulation. Don't tease me like this.

"You are going to fuck James tonight. If you don't, I will fuck him instead." She was dead serious. I could see it in her eyes.

"Don't! You can't! You know I can't compete with you." If James fucked her, he would never want me.

"Then fuck him. Let him pound you with that horse cock." She stuck two fingers into my pussy.

"Ooooooooooh," I let out very loudly. 

"He can make you cum so much better than I just did." She takes them out as fast as she puts them in stands up. "Or else." She walks away, leaving me on the edge of a climax. "Oh, and shave your pussy. A cock like his deserves a soft, hairless pussy." 

I just nod. I couldn't speak. I was more turned on than I have been in my life, and now I had to compose myself on a date. I needed to cum. I started rubbing my clit furiously. Here I was masturbating in broad daylight, but I didn't care. I was going to fuck James tonight. I needed it. Damn, Candace was good.



The Date Ch. 02



The interior of the limo was warm with soft gray leather upholstery. A mini bar held the ice bucket with the chilled Champaign. The roses were in a gorgeous cut glass vase in a space provided between the seats opposite of her. Her jeans and sweat shirt, bra and panties, thick socks and clunky boots had now been replaced with the clothing Jeff had provided.

The little black dress fitted her very well - accented her firm, full breasts with enough cleavage to make her a bit self-conscious, fell into a neat drape about four inches below the tops of her thigh-high stockings. That would be fine when she stood, but sitting presented a challenge that she was trying to deal with. Of course, her bare ass and pussy were of special concern to her. She was not an exhibitionist in any way, shape or form....and she knew that Jeff wished she was.

After twenty-five years of marriage, one son and working as a nurse for the last eighteen years, her once firm, thin, young form was now middle-aged, soft and a bit more curvy than she liked. Jeff constantly told her that she was beautiful, but she had a hard time looking in the mirror without remembering that sexy, younger Lisa.

'She's been gone a long time! I really should let her fade away.' But she just shook her head and resigned herself to the baby pooch and the thicker thighs. She still had GREAT legs though - all those years of working on her feet had kept them in shape and shapely. In the heels Jeff had provided, she could agree that she had great looking gams.

Putting the final touches on her make up, and giggling again at the red lipstick - a color she never wore - she was startled by Jonathan's voice through the speaker.

"Lisa? Are you doing alright?"

"Yes, all dressed and ready to go! How long before we get wherever it is we're going? Is Jeff already there? And just where are we going?"

"Jeff will meet you there, in the bar. We have about fifteen minutes before we arrive and I'm not allowed to tell you! So relax and drink your wine."

"Well. Fine. Be that way!" Lisa laughed, "You can put down the window if you'd like."

"No, you're to be surprised when you arrive so no peeking!"

Lisa realized then that she really couldn't see out and knew that no one could see in either. She felt a slight shiver of fear. She was in a car, with a man she didn't know, going to an unknown destination. But she had her cell phone and her mace. And she was sure that it was Jeff's handwriting. Wait! Her cell phone! She mentally slapped her hand to her forehead and took it out. Four bars. She speed dialed Jeff's phone.

Voice mail. Didn't even ring. So either he's on the phone or it's off. She left a quick message for him to call her back and hung up.

She noticed the small TV above and across from her and then noticed the note taped to the screen. Her name on the outside in Jeff's handwriting.

"Darling,

Soon we will be together. Please push play for a brief hint of what our evening will be like. I know that you have probably already tried to get information from Jonathan, but he has been well paid. Sit back and enjoy the show.

With all my love,

Jeff"

Lisa pushed the 'play' button and waited for the DVD to load. The scene opened with soft lighting, candles and bath with rose petals floating on the water - the ideal of romance. Two forms, male and female, met, embraced and kissed - passionately. They were nude she noticed, but shadowed heavily. She could make out hands caressing, hear the soft moans, and the soft music in the background. The male started to kiss her neck and then holding her shoulders began to kiss and lick her breasts.

Lisa could feel the effects of watching this passion - her own juices started flowing as the man worked his way down the woman's belly and stopped where Lisa would have stopped him. The woman arched her back and held her lover's head with both hands. He cupped her ass and brought her most sensitive area to his face. Lisa could just see his tongue reaching to taste her.

The DVD stopped.

'Damn!' "Damn!" Lisa thought and then said out loud. Great! Now she was wet and horny and not interested in sitting in a bar at all. She felt the luxury car slow and then felt a turn, as if into a driveway, then it came to a stop. She heard Jonathan exit the car and waited for him to open her door. She frantically tried to pull the dress down so that she didn't flash anyone when she got out, but didn't really think she'd be able to keep it down.

Jonathan opened the door to her right and held out his hand to her. His eyes dipped down towards her legs very briefly and then came back up to look at her face.

"You look lovely. This way please."

Lisa took his hand with her right and tried to control the dress with her left. The heels made it difficult and the snow didn't help. There were people coming out of the building and she was positive that they got a brief but full look at her very wet pussy.

'Oh well, they don't know me and I don't know them...Jeez!' Lisa thought she saw the gentleman smile and the lady lift an eyebrow, but ignored the looks. She smiled up at Jonathan and tried to keep her balance. 

As he closed the door, she looked up at the large Victorian Style home before her. It appeared to be a B&B with a large porch, unused now, and candlelit rooms in the lower level and occasional lights behind the curtains of some of the upper levels. The snow covered lawn was lit by coach style lampposts and there was a gazebo about hundred feet from the side of the house. A winterized rose garden surrounded the gazebo and she could just make out a shoveled path the led towards the back of the house.

"Where are we?", Lisa asked Jonathan. "Is it a B&B or a private home?"

"Oh, it's a B&B during the summer months, but this time of year is reserved for private groups, romantic getaways." Johnathan took her elbow, guided her up the stairs and opened the front door. The foyer was warm. The old-fashioned sconces cast a yellowish light over the deep color of the hardwood floors. Persian area rugs were scattered about, beautiful chairs with hand stitched tapestry backs were everywhere. Landscapes and portraits lined walls that were paneled in a deep walnut. The effect was warm and cozy and elegant.

Lisa sighed. This was so beautiful! How did Jeff ever find it? And what had gotten into him to set this up? He was good at surprising her but this was by far the most elaborate surprise ever.

Jonathan pointed her towards the bar area. "You're expected in there. Have a wonderful night and I'll see you later."

"Good bye Jonathan. It was very nice meeting you. Thank you."

Johnathan tipped his hat - tipped his hat! - and left her at the entrance to the bar.

There were three couples in the bar, and a single man. She would recognize that broad back, that thick brown hair, anywhere. What she didn't recognize was the tux. 

'He wore a tux? He hasn't done that since we got married and he swore it was the last time, ever!'

As she started across towards him, he turned and stood. He watched her walk towards him with love and lust in this eyes. When she reached him, he whistled softly, ran his hand down her arm and then up her back and then pulling her towards him, he held her neck and kissed her - slowly, gently, passionately. He brought his other hand around her and lightly brushed her ass and ran his hand over her hip.

"No panties?", he whispered. "Good girl."

Lisa looked into his eyes and smiled. She thought about giving him grief for that, but decided that tonight was not a night for being prudish. Tonight was going to be the kind of romantic, uninhibited, sexy night that both of them wanted and needed.

"You don't know how good I can be...", she whispered in his ear before licking it gently.



The Date Ch. 02



Amy got her own key to the motel room. Jeremy didn't know she was coming so early. She had parked away from the motel because Jeremy knew the sound of her car she wanted to surprise him.

Amy opened the door and stood in the doorway she watched Jeremy sliding his hand up an down his cock. He did not know that she was standing there watching from afar.

Amy was getting turned on by the sight and was just waiting for the right moment to take over for him. She wanted to finish him off by taking him in her mouth. She was wearing a string of white beautiful pearls Jeremy had given her around her neck.

Amy smiled as she watched Jeremy lean his head back and moan. His hand started going faster and faster. She knew he was close, so she walked up to Jeremy and said, "Hi Babe, let me help you." She dropped to her knees and pulled his hardness into her mouth and sucked with her lips. She licked her tongue over his head and all the way down his shaft. She sucked hard, leaving a pink ring around his cock from her lipstick. Amy could tell he was about to cum, so she sucked his head into her mouth and pumped faster with her hand. She raised her eyes, watching the expression on his face.

Jeremy cried out, "Oh dammit, girl!" Amy knew how much she was pleasing him. She felt his cock begin to spasm and took it deep into her mouth. He moaned loudly and his warm cum spurted from his hardness. Amy didn't stop until his body stopped shivering. She pulled off, swallowed his cum, and licked what was left off his cock.

Amy kissed him and said, "Surprise, Babe."

Jeremy smiled and said, "Oh Baby, that was good. Now its my turn to please you."

Jeremy started to undress her. Amy could feel a tingling sensation in her body while Jeremy was kissing her neck, caressing her breasts, and squeezing her nipples. He sat her on the edge of the bed and, as he went down on his knees and lifted her skirt, he saw she had no panties on.

Jeremy smiled and said, "Oh Baby, I want to taste you."

Jeremy began french kissing Amy's pussy, pushing his tongue in as far as he could. She arched her back and moaned.

"Oh Babe, that feels so good," Amy cried.

Jeremy pulled her legs over his shoulders and began licking her. He loved the taste of her on his tongue and the feel of the smoothness of her folds.

He stopped for a moment to say, "Oh, Baby, you taste so sweet." 

Amy grabbed his head and pulled it against her pussy. At that moment she started to feel her body responding to his tongue and his licks. 

She reaches down, grabbed hold of Jeremy's hair, and let out a scream. "Oh Babe, here I cum!" 

Amy wanted his face hard against her pussy. With her legs over Jeremy's shoulders she crossed her ankles and squeezed her thighs against his head. He grabbed her hips and kept tonguing her sweetness. Her body shivered and shook as the juices from her orgasm squirted all over his face. Still shaking, she laid there on the bed while Jeremy kept on licking her. When Jeremy was finished, he smiled and crawled up her body and gives her a taste of herself. "Now my angel," Jeremy said, "I would like to give you something you've been asking for. I promise to be slow an gentle with you because I know you are an anal virgin."

Jeremy pulled Amy up so they both were sitting naked on the bed.

"OK, turn your back towards me and get up on your knees," Jeremy said.

Amy smiled and turned around. Jeremy let out sigh at the sight of her ass cheeks, slid her hair to one side, and put kisses all over her neck. He took his hand and with just his finger tips, ran them down her back. That brought goose bumps on Amy's skin. His fingers stopped when they reached the top of her ass cleavage. She could feel her desire rising. She had wanted this so bad for so long. The thought of taking Jeremy's cock in her virgin hole turned her on. Amy knew she was going to get a different pleasure that she never felt before. She was scared and excited all the same time. Jeremy asked, "Are you OK?"

Amy replied, "I am a little scared. You will be gentle with me, won't you," she asked .

"Yes Baby, I promise I will and it will be OK," he answered. 

Jeremy took her in his arms and caressed her ass. He kissed her softly on her mouth and laid her back down on the bed. They both moaned when they felt their bodies touched together. Jeremy reached between Amy's legs and started to finger the wetness of her pussy. He wiggled his fingers inside her with a come here motion. Amy moaned. She once again felt his hardness rise. 

Jeremy mounted her and made love to her slow and gentle. He pulled his cock out an went back down to her pussy with his mouth and started licking her inner folds. He reached behind her and pushed a finger gently on her anus. Amy wiggled and moaned. Jeremy rolled her over on her stomach. He grabbed her hips and pulled her up to where she was on her knees with her head laying down on the bed. Jeremy licked her virgin hole. Her whole body jerked.

"Oh my," Amy cried out. "I've never felt anything like that before."

"Relax now, Baby," said Jeremy.

"What are you doing," she asks.

He smiled and said, "I'm going to give you me, Baby. All of me. Where I've never been before."

Jeremy gave her ass one more lick, then lubed his fingers. He pushed one finger just inside her anus. Amy sighed. Jeremy just grinned as he wiggled his finger.

"Damn, Babe," she moaned.

He pushed a second finger inside

"Oh Babe, be careful," she cried. 

Jeremy started moving his fingers in and out. When Amy wiggled her hips, he knew she was starting to enjoy it.

Jeremy grabbed her ass and asked, "OK Baby, are you ready?"

"Oh yes," Amy moaned.

Jeremy put lube up and down his cock and put some around and inside her anus.

"Now I want you to back up on me. You control how much and how deep you want to take my cock."

Amy moved back and felt his hard cock against her hole. She pushed back some more and felt his hardness slide just inside.

"Mmmmm." It hurts," Amy moaned

"Go slow," Jeremy said.

Amy backed up again. This time she took in the head of his cock.

"My god, girl," Jeremy cried.

Amy slowly kept backing up on Jeremy's cock taking a little bit more at a time. She started moving her hips back and forth. He put his fingers in her pussy and rubbed her clit with his thumb.

"Oh yes," Amy moaned, "Oh my, yes."

When Jeremy felt Amy relax, he started making love to her virgin hole slow, long, and deep. She started moving back and forth with him. All of a sudden, Amy pushed back hard and took all of Jeremy's cock deep inside. She felt an orgasm coming from both the pleasurable pain in her anus and Jeremy's fingers on her pussy and clit. Finally, she started to have the beginning of the sensation for a wonderful orgasm that would be bigger than she ever had before. She almost passed out when she felt his cum squirt inside her. Their orgasm seemed to go on forever until they collapsed on the bed together.

Jeremy asked, "So, how was it for you, Baby?" "It felt better than I ever dreamed it would," Amy replied. "I hope we can do it again real soon."

"Anytime you want it that way just ask," Jeremy promised.

Amy smiled and said, "OK, Babe. How about now?"



The Date Ch. 03



"You don't know how good I can be . . .", she whispered in his ear before licking it gently.

Jeff felt that tug of need in his lower belly as she continued to lick and kiss his ear and neck. His arms went around her and with one hand on her mid-back, he caressed her butt with the other. She tensed slightly and pulled her head back to look at him. 

"Um, we are in a public place. Don't you think we should be someplace more private?"

"Not yet, darling. And why shouldn't I play with your ass - it's mine, isn't it?" He continued to gently rub her, loving the feel of the dress sliding over her bareness. His hand strayed down her thigh and he could feel the top of her stocking. That alone was enough to make his cock twitch and begin to want.

"Well, I want a drink then and I think maybe a bite to eat. Is that on the agenda for tonight?" She pulled away slightly and indicated the table next to them. As they sat, the waitress came and took their drink order and left the single page menu of light dishes available in the bar area. 

"I don't really want a lot to eat, do you?" Lisa smiled seductively and with a wink at Jeff that left nothing to his imagination about what she really wanted to devour. He smiled back with something of a wicked grin.

"No, nothing heavy or too filling - don't want to get sleepy. I took a nap today."

"Brat! I worked my ass off today. You're lucky I'm not already asleep. Just how long have you been planning this, anyway?"

"You have no idea what today is, do you?" Jeff asked, smiling.

"No. It's December 9th, I know that much. What about it?"

"This is the twenty-fifth anniversary of the day we met. Remember that bar? Chris introduced us and you told me that you didn't want anything to do with the male gender. We talked until closing and the rest is, as they say, history!" Jeff was quite pleased with himself that he remembered and she didn't. His grin was so self-satisfied.

"Honey. It wasn't the ninth, it was the twenty-ninth - after Christmas, remember. I had just broken my engagement to that asshole, Pete. I had been drinking and whining that I was S.O.L for New Years, just like I had been for Christmas. My parents had moved south that year and I was going to be alone and right then, I thought that was what I wanted. Then I met you and you changed my whole life. Oh and it's not twenty-five years, it's twenty-six - we've been married for twenty-five years." Lisa giggled at the look on Jeff's face. "But darling, the exact date is unimportant - what's important is that you thought enough of it to want to celebrate it." She took his face in her hands and kissed him.

Jeff, looking chagrined, pulled back slightly, and asked, "So I get credit for trying?"

"Oh yes! And I can't tell you how much I love you for this! But I love you everyday, more and more. The date really doesn't matter. Just being with you is all I need. Well, that and a drink and something to eat and then I'm going to show you just how much I love you!"

As their drinks arrived, the music started. The other three couples in the bar area got up and moved onto the dance floor. Lisa noticed that all the men wore tuxes and all the women were wearing versions of her little black dress. She wondered silently if any of them were also sans panties and then looked closer.

One woman wore a dress very similar to hers except that the neck plunged even further - nearly to her navel. With her athletic build, it was a good look on her. On another, the neck line in back went so far down that Lisa thought she could see just the top of the crack of her ass. Her narrow waist and wide hips were very sexy in that frame. The third woman was about her height and a bit heavier, more an hourglass figure - voluptuous, but her dress fit like a second skin - and didn't look bad at all, but that sexy/slutty look that some women can pull off. Looking around, Lisa noticed that no one else had come in and that the waitress and the bartender were dressed the same as the rest. The candle light was soft, the music seductive. Jeff stood and took her hand. After a moments' hesitation, Lisa stood and allowed herself to be led to the dance floor.

"Tonight is about fantasy, romance, desire, all things I want to give you and take in return. Do you trust me? Will you let me give you all of that? Will you give it to me?", Jeff looked into her eyes. Not pleading, just asking. If she said no, that would be okay and she knew it. But she wasn't sure to what she would be saying yes or no. And if she said no, she may never find out. 

They both had fantasies and had discussed them during lovemaking. They had even fulfilled a few. Jeff's friend Bill had helped with one. That was a weekend to remember and they hoped to repeat it again soon. 

Lisa had been nervous then and she was nervous now. But she also knew that Jeff would never do anything to hurt or embarrass her. She glanced around at the other people on the dance floor. Suddenly she wondered about this place and these people. She had no concern for her well-being - she knew that as long as Jeff was with her, she would be safe. She knew enough about his fantasies to be excited to the point of fresh wetness between her legs. The feeling was pleasurable and she felt her heat rising with anticipation.

"I have always trusted you, Jeff. You give me everything I need or want. I can't think of anything I wouldn't do for you. So, yes. Give me what ever you want and I'll give anything you desire to you."

With that, Lisa felt his arms tighten around her and heard him sigh. Lifting her chin, he kissed her and said, "Then the fun starts now. Relax and enjoy.



The Date Ch. 04



"Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome", the tuxedoed bartender said. "Welcome to the Victorian Inn. As some of you are veteran members and some are new, I will go over the guidelines for the evening."

"When in the theater, enjoy the show, but please, no touching the actors. You may play discretely with your partner but all other activities will need to take place in the Playroom or in your Private Room. 

"The music is preprogrammed, but if you have a special request, please just let myself or Susan know. 

"You may bring your drinks with you, but there will be no service during the performance. If there are no questions, we will be starting shortly - so refill your drinks, and make your way to the theater. Thank you." 

Brief but enthusiastic applause followed him to his position behind the bar. Everyone except Jeff and Lisa and the tall athletic couple went to the bar to refresh their drinks.

"Jeff? Just what is this place and what is going on?", Lisa asked with some mild concern mixed with a feeling of excitement. Excitement of a sexual nature. She had a good idea of what Jeff would tell her, but needed to actually hear him explain this.

Jeff looked down at her hands in his and without looking up, took a deep breath. She could see him struggling with the right words to prevent her from making a mad dash to the nearest exit. With a sigh, he told her.

"This is a private swingers club. It's members only and nothing is carved in stone - people do as much or as little as they want. There are only so many private rooms, so there are always only a limited number of participants - never more than 10. I joined about 4 months ago with this in mind. I know we talk all the time about swinging and until we had that weekend with Bill, I thought we would only talk about it. After that weekend, I knew that we could explore more. I really hope you'll agree to stay. I hope that you really will trust me." When he finished speaking, he looked up into her eyes, again, not pleading, just asking.

Lisa was smiling. She knew that this was where they had been heading. She knew her private fantasies had elements in common with this concept. She just couldn't believe that he had taken this step - in this totally romantic way. She nodded her head and said, "Well, we better get our drinks and head in there. What is the show?"

"It's performance art otherwise known as a sex show and I hear it's hot and lots better than watching porn!" Jeff's relief was huge! Now they could enjoy everything they had talked about, in a beautiful setting with these people who thought like they did. 

Well, not all of them. The athletic looking woman and her husband looked like an argument was brewing. She was standing by the table and he looked disappointed. In another minute, she walked away and he got up and followed her out. Jeff and Lisa could here the sounds of whispered argument as the couple went upstairs. Lisa looked at Jeff and smiled again.

"That's what you were expecting of me, wasn't it?"

"I thought it might be a possibility, and was really hoping you'd understand."

"Well, after all these years, I think we understand each other quite well. And just so you know - I'm really excited about this! And I love you."

"I love you too. Let's get in there and get our seats." Taking Lisa by the arm, they joined the other two couples going into the small theater.

~~~~~~~~~

The music was sensual, seductive. The lighting was low with most of the lights focused on the raised platform. There were fresh flowers, pillows, and what looked like a feather bed. The colors were muted beige, pink, rose, sage green - candle light cast shadows and added to the romantic setting.

A woman, about 5'6", trim, with medium length auburn hair, pale, freckled skin, wearing a rose colored shear gown, entered the stage area. It was Susan, the waitress. She fluffed a pillow, arranged some flowers and then reclined on the bed propped up by pillows. The slit in the gown showed a long, shapely leg all the way to the hip. Shear stockings and rose colored garter were visible. She was lovely and the intake of breath from the men was met with knowing glances from the women.

A man then entered the area, wearing a tux, hat, gloves and overcoat. Lisa gasped - it was Jonathan! The limo driver was tall and handsome and very sexy. Lisa could feel her excitement rising. She noticed that one of the other women also sat up straighter in recognition. Lisa giggled. To think that she had been so close to him and now would see him 'perform'.

Jonathan approached Susan, removing his gloves, hat and coat. She looked up at him with a smile. He knelt next to her and took her hand. He kissed the back of it and then turned her hand palm up and kissed her there. 

Reaching for him, she pulled him to her and kissed his mouth. After the kiss, he pulled away and began loosening his tie, unbuttoning his shirt. Removing the jacket, tie and shirt, his broad chest and shoulders were bared. 

Lisa sucked in a breath. She was a sucker for broad shoulders and the light amount of black and silver hair on his well muscled chest was gorgeous. 

Jon reached for Susan - with one finger the strap on the right was slipped down off her shoulder. The second strap was flicked down next. He ran his hands down her arms as he knelt next to her. Lifting her face to his, they kissed.

Jeff's hand was on Lisa's shoulder. She could feel him running his fingers over her upper arm. She placed her hand on his thigh and felt him shift in his chair at the contact. She teased his inner thigh lightly while she continued to watch the lovers on the stage.

Jon and Susan continued to kiss and undress each other, clothing dropping away effortlessly, the intensity of the touching increasing. Leaving only her stockings and garter, Susan was soon naked. Jon's clothing completely done away with, his muscular body exposed, his arousal evident. He moved to Susan's breasts, kissing, licking, teasing the nipples with teeth and fingers. One hand moved to her thigh and gently spread her legs, exposing her already moist sex. As she took his cock in her hands and mouth, he used his fingers and then used his mouth to bring her to her first orgasm. Their lovemaking continued with both of them touching, tasting, arousing each other and the audience. No words were spoken, just soft moans and sighs could be heard.

Jeff shifted his position to allow him to caress Lisa's thigh, slowly bringing the hem of her dress above the tops of her stockings. She shifted also and allowed limited access to her very wet center. 

The other people in the room became invisible to her. She was vaguely aware of other hands moving against other bodies, but as her eyes watched Jonathan and Susan, her hands searched for and found Jeff's manhood - hard and proud. She could feel Jeff's hands searching and finding her clit - swollen and sensitive.

By the time Jonathan entered Susan, Lisa was more than ready. She wanted, needed to cum. She could tell that Jeff was close also - and they were still dressed! They watched as Susan came, practically screaming and then she rode Jonathan to his orgasm. He stiffened and moaned, the intensity of his orgasm visible on his face, eyes closed and he then nearly collapsed on Susan. 

The lights went out while they panted. The audience let out it's collective breath. 

Lisa turned to Jeff, her eyes glazed with desire. He kissed her passionately and deeply.

"Our turn." He whispered.



The Date Ch. 05



The doors to the theater opened, revealing the bar through the left hand door and the Playroom through the right. Lisa could just make out heaps of pillows, low couches, low lighting and soft music. 

She and Jeff noticed that the other two couples were heading there. With a shy glance at each other they followed. The other two couples were obviously veterans and knew each other.

Within moments of entering the Playroom, the women were kissing and the men were getting rid of their confining tuxes. Jeff and Lisa were both feeling a bit shy and Jeff slowly removed his tie. 

Lisa watched the two women kissing and exploring each other through their dresses. She didn't consider herself even bi-curious, but watching them was making her even wetter.

Jeff moved behind her and began running his hands over her and up under her dress. She became distracted by the sensations of his hands moving over her ass and reaching around to her belly and down between her legs as he kissed her neck. 

One of the other men moved towards them, undressed except for black boxers that were tented with obvious arousal. He reached for her face and looked at Jeff. Seeing permission, he bent down and kissed Lisa lightly, then moved his hands over her shoulders and then brushed across her breasts. 

Jeff lifted her dress up over her head and then undid her bra. Her new lover removed it and immediately started to kiss and lick her breasts. The sensations of four hands and two mouths drove her to her first climax. Shuddering, she reached for the stranger.

He led her and Jeff to the pile of pillows, Jeff shedding his tux on the way. Lisa lay back and the stranger moved between her legs and slowing began kissing, nibbling and licking up and down her dripping wet pussy. Jeff positioned himself at her head and she took him into her mouth, his erection hard and strong. 

Lisa then felt another pair of lips on her breasts and reached out to find another hard cock which she began to stroke. The sounds coming from the two women were adding to her excitement and she could feel another orgasm building quickly. 

This time when she came, she drenched stranger #1 with the wetness of a powerful squirt! She had only squirted a few times before, but the sensation was familiar and she gave into it completely. Mr. #1 just lapped it up!

After a minute, the men changed positions. Mr.#2 laid down on his back, Mr. # 1 lifted her up and set her down onto Mr. #2's cock. He penetrated her slowly and deeply, her wetness all the lube they needed. Mr. #1 stood next to her so that she could stroke his cock. Leaning over she took it in her mouth and then felt Jeff insert a finger with lube into her ass. 

The sensations were coming at her fast and strong. She was lost in a sea of sensations now and could only concentrate on the men now. When Jeff entered her anally, she was overwhelmed by the fullness and the total sexuality of this new experience. This was fantasy fulfilled! Mr. #1 then exploded in her mouth and she was being taken powerfully and completely by the men pumping her full of cum in both her ass and pussy - she took it all and gave back her own explosive orgasm - as Jeff would say 'THE BIG ONE'!

Mr. #1's now semi-erect cock slipped from her mouth and she allowed herself collapse onto Mr. #2's chest dragging Jeff down on top of her. She could feel Jeff's hot breath on her back and his arms straining to keep himself from crushing her. Mr. #2 was panting into her neck, his hands holding her hips, his cock still inside her. Jeff slowly withdrew and she could feel the wetness leaking out. Mr. #2 then slowly relaxed his grip and slid out of her pussy with excruciating slowness, causing her to gasp when he was completely withdrawn. Mr. #1 sat down and muttered a Damn!. Mr. #2 and Jeff both laughed and echoed him.

Lisa was spent. After Jeff sat back, she rolled off of Mr. #2 and lay on her back, breathing hard. Jeff removed her stockings and put them with her dress. Within minutes, she curled up in a ball, dragging a pillow with her and could feel herself drifting off.

After a brief rest, the men turned their attentions to the other women. Lisa fell asleep to the sounds of arousal taken to new heights as the women were taken by the men.



The Date Ch. 06



Lisa woke to bright sunshine in the softest bed ever! Momentarily confused, the previous evening came back to her in a rush of images. The last thing she remembered was curling up with the pillow after some of the best, kinkiest and hottest sex of her life! Jeff must have carried her here.

She realized that she must be in their room. The Victorian decor was beautiful with satined wall paper, corniced ceiling, lace curtains over multi paned windows. The bedding was a creamy buttery yellow with a white down comforter. She could feel the weight of her husband next to her in the bed and they were back to back. Usually the dogs were between them so it was odd to be able to feel the heat from his body so close to hers. As she didn't want to wake him, she lay there luxuriating in the decadence of not having to get up, take dogs out or go to work.

After a short time, she realized that Jeff was moving a little, so she turned over and ran her hand up his arm and then down his back to his butt. And ran into another hand. A female hand. 

Pulling herself up onto her elbow, she looked over Jeff's shoulder and saw the voluptuous woman from the night before! Jeff's hand appeared to be working her pussy while his mouth devoured her breast. Lisa was speechless.

Suddenly, a door she thought was a closet opened, and Mr. #2 entered the room, naked and proudly erect! Lisa looked up at him with a mix of amusement and blushing embarrassment. He smiled broadly and started to move towards her.

Jeff looked up. "Hey, Dan! The girls are awake... do you mind?"

Dan grinned, "Not if you don't. Hi Lisa, remember me?"

"Hi?" Lisa was very confused. Dan lifted the covers on her side of the bed and slipped in next to her. His hands began exploring immediately and Lisa found herself aroused and wanting within seconds.

"Don't you just love big old beds? More than enough room for all of us. And since Jeff and Betty are already hard at it, I say we join the fun", and he moved down to start licking her moist pussy. Lisa gasped with desire and felt the heat growing already. 

Jeff positioned Betty for the same treatment next to Lisa. Betty smiled and took Lisa's hand. "Just lay back and enjoy!" Lisa really had no choice - she was quickly climbing towards a shuddering orgasm.

The comforter was soon on the floor, Betty was on her knees facing the foot of the bed as Jeff kissed and licked her ass. He then took Lisa's hand and guided it towards Betty's very wet pussy. Lisa looked at him with shock only to realize that this was part of his fantasy too. Figuring, 'why not?' she tentatively began to finger Betty's pussy. She must have done something right as she could hear Betty's moans and could feel her push against her hand.

Then she felt Betty shift positions slightly and Dan rolled onto his side. The tongue on her pussy felt different and she realized that Betty was eating her! And hitting every exact right spot with the exact right pressure. 

Lisa felt her hips rise to meet Betty's tongue and Lisa decided to return the favor. Shifting herself under Betty she began to lick and flick her tongue over Betty's clit. Both men backed off a bit to allow the women to explore unimpeded. Out of the corner of her eye, Lisa could see Jeff slowly stroking his cock to rigid attention. 

Jeff reached out and slowly inserted fingers into Betty's pussy to gather her wetness and then moved up to her ass. Inserting first one and then two fingers, he pumped in and out slowly.

"Dan? FYI, Lisa loves to have her ass pleased, so feel free."

"Ah, good to know!" And proceeded to give Lisa's ass the attention that it needed. Soon both women were moaning against each other and both felt on the edge of orgasms. 

Both men could feel the changes too, and increased their efforts. Within minutes both women were screaming their orgasms against soaking wet pussies. 

Betty rolled off of Lisa and both men lifted the womens' legs by their ankles, spreading them wide and with a look between the two, they each entered the others' wife with a single thrust. Both women gasped and both men grunted. Soon the rhythm was set and the bed swayed under the force of four bodies in the throws of unleashed passions.

Betty and Lisa held hands while the men fucked them hard and long. Lisa couldn't believe her pussy could take even one more second of this exquisite punishment. But it felt so wonderful, as she bucked her hips against Dan's rock hard cock and letting go of Betty's hand, she reached around to grasp Dan's hips and pulled him in deeper and deeper, taking him fully, feeling him explode deep inside her. Next to her, she could hear Jeff's approaching climax and listened as Betty screamed her climax. Jeff's moans became louder and he suddenly stiffened and came hard in Betty's willing pussy.

Dan lowered Lisa's legs and slowly withdrawing from her, he lay down next to her and softly kissed her lips, murmuring his thanks. Jeff laid down next to Betty, his head at the foot of the bed. Betty reached towards Lisa's breast and caressed it, and Lisa did the same. The tangle of arms and legs a comfortable, warm pile on the giant bed. Hands caressed, mouths lightly kissed, tongues left trails. And all were content.

After a short while, Jeff cleared his throat. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving! Anyone up for breakfast?"

Dan laughed, "You mean lunch! And check out time is 2 PM. We need to get out of here. Come on Betty, let's go back to our room and we'll meet you guys downstairs in an hour? I really think we should have lunch and get to know each other better, don't you?"

Jeff and Lisa looked at each other and joined Betty in a round of giggles.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Entering the bar area they were greeted by Jack, the bartender/owner of The Victorian Inn. They all thanked him for a wonderful evening and he said he hoped they'd all be back soon. Just then Susan came in from the kitchen and after they were seated, took their lunch orders.

Lisa looked after her when she walked away. She wondered where Jonathan fit into this and soon got her answer. Through the swinging doors of the kitchen, she saw him, in a chef's apron, cooking. He caught her eye and smiled and waved.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Later that evening at home, Jeff and Lisa sat together in the over sized bath tub with bubbles everywhere and a bottle of Asti opened and sitting next to the tub, glasses in hand. The candles were lit and the scene was romantically warm.

They had discussed everything that had happened at the Inn and decided that their membership should continue. 

Dan and Betty were coming over to play cards next week. Bob and Janice, the other couple they had met were coming also. 

Jim and Cindi, the athletic couple, never did join the fun, but Cindi had listened to Betty and Lisa's account of that night and had agreed to attend the card party to get to know everyone. Jim was hopeful - Jeff and Dan and Bill had given him a blow by blow account and he wanted it even more for Cindi and himself. But he loved her and would never push the issue. This would be her decision and he would abide by it. 

They had discovered that Jonathan and Susan were married also and had been swinging and 'performing' at the Inn for three years. Jack and his wife also performed regularly and encouraged other member couples to do so also.

Jeff leaned towards Lisa and lightly kissed her. His smile lit up his face, taking the years away and making him into the young man she had fallen for so long ago.

"So how did you like your Date?"

"Darling, I loved everything about it and more than that, I love you for giving me the experience. I hope you don't mind, but I think we'll be going back very soon. This just might be more addictive than chocolate!" 

Jeff just grinned.

The End.

*

(Author's Note: This is a work of fiction, and all of the characters are also. But, if the Victorian Inn existed, how many of you would join? I know that my Darling Husband and I would! 

Thank you for reading my scribbles and if you enjoyed the story, please let me know. Thank you.)



The Date Ch. 1



Ch. 1: The Drive Home

Jenna and Derrick walked out of the movie theater. They were on an out-of-town date, and, according to their plans, were going to go to a club to dance the rest of the night away. However, as Derrick would soon find out, Jenna had other plans for the evening.

"Are you ready for some dancing?" Derrick asked.

"I don't know. I'm kind of tired...would you mind if we went home?"

Derrick agreed, although he had been looking forward to showing Jenna off on the dance floor. They had been dating for a couple of weeks, and he hadn't had the chance to yet.

They started the drive home. Exiting the city, they got on the highway towards their hometown. There was a lull in the conversation, so Jenna put her hand on his thigh and began sucking on his earlobe.

"What are you trying to do to me?" he said, but Jenna just kept sucking. This was one thing that could drive him wild, and she knew it.

Jenna pulled back from him. He looked over at her in that thin dress. Derrick knew what she was thinking.

"Let's fuck while you're driving," she said, taking him by surprise.

He paused for a moment, surprised at the suggestion. He wasn't sure at first if she was serious or not, but her hand returning to his thigh, then to his crotch, told him that she couldn't be more serious.

"You just pay attention to the road," Jenna said. "I'll do the rest." With these words, Derrick's already-hard dick got even harder.

Jenna continued to rub his cock through his jeans. As she did this, she pulled her dress up and rubbed her pussy through her panties. Derrick peeked over at her touching herself.

"You touching yourself drives me crazy," he told her.

"I have to make sure I'm good and wet," Jenna said, just before her fingers began to make her moan.

Lost in the feeling of her own hand momentarily, she slipped her panties off, wet already from her juices, and dipped two fingers into her cunt.

"Ooooh..." Jenna moaned. She had never pleasured herself in front of anyone, and it was driving her wild. But, with her man next to her, she couldn't be content with her hand. She undid his pants, pulled his throbbing cock out, and began stroking it, trying to get him even harder.

"Hmm...how do you like this, baby?" she said to Derrick, half out of breath.

"Get your ass over here so I can fuck you."

Jenna chuckled. She loves it when she can get him flustered like this. She climbed over on his lap, and positioned herself so that his cock would slide between her labia.

"Oh, you tease," Derrick groaned.

"Just trying to send you over the edge, love," Jenna said, looking into Derrick's eyes with a dangerously lustful stare.

Derrick reached a hand down, readjusted his dick, entering Jenna all the way in one thrust.

"Oh you...no fair. You cheated."

"If you don't like it, climb off." Derrick knew she wouldn't stop. She started fucking him, sliding all the way up and down his cock with each thrust. As her first orgasm overtook her, she pulled her dress off over her head, exposing Derrick to her firm tits.

Derrick rubbed her nipples with one hand, Jenna still fucking him as hard as she can. She moaned as she came to another orgasm.

"Derrick...cum with me."

He complied, cumming inside of her as she screamed through yet another orgasm. Jenna climbed off of him. She bent over to suck his dick clean of his and her juices. She fixed her dress, then said, "just wait until we get home."

They both lit a cigarette and continued their journey.



The Date Experiment



Grass looks very mundane in daylight. You can't guess its magic when your eye just barely notices it there, being all green and framing the day lilies and concrete driveway. At night, though, it has a blue glow to it and you just know it holds secrets.

Lying in it at night, feeling the green and the moist and the cool, it's freeing. Like you are the only thing that matters. That those parts of your life, that English final, what your mother said before you went out, your crappy new hair cut, those just... melt away. No, it's like they never even existed. And even if they did, you're the kind of person that lies in grass at one o'clock in the morning, still tipsy on margaritas, so none of it matters. None of it matters.

I look at the stars, weakened by city neon, through my toes, one leg straight up in the air. I close one eye just to see them framed between my big toe and that one next to it.

"I haven't done this in so long," he murmurs beside me, maybe as awed as I am by the magic.

"Me either. But now I want to do it every night." I point my toes at the big dipper and then let my leg flop back into the grass's coolness.

"Ha ha, you said 'do it'," he chuckles and pushes my shoulder.

"You wish," I scoff and make it awkward.

This is Ben beside me. Ben of the negligible wardrobe, too much cologne, high sharp laugh, twinkling eyes and adoration for all things Bruce Lee. Ben of years of late night dinners at Denny's, road trips to places dictated by dice and maps, platonic back, foot and head massages, and cigarettes while watching the people in the rain. And even before that the Ben of catching grasshoppers in crispy fields, constant detentions and picking the ants off of ants-on-a-log.

Ben clears his throat and nudges my leg with his foot. "So does this feel like a 'date' yet to you?"

"Well, you haven't told me all about your conquests in high school, tried to feel me up or taken twenty phone calls, so it's not like any date I've ever been on," I laugh. Traffic goes by around us, us stretching out on this strange little pocket of grass beside some kind of monument to someone who did something. The lights paint us red and white and orange.

"Well there was Pam and Helen and Jasmine and Kylie and Nicole and, well, we all know about Irene..."

"Irene... right... Wow, I haven't thought about her in..." I'm cut short by a hand clamping over one breast. Instinct makes me brush the hand away more than any real disgust.

"What the fuck, Ben?"

"Now I've tried to feel you up, and, well, succeeded. But I don't get that many phone calls. I could if you wanted me to." He tucks hands behind his head, smug look on his face revealed by a station wagon driving past.

"Well then this is officially a date now," I sigh. "So does it feel like one to you?"

He's quiet for quite a while. But it's been so long that we've known each other, so many stages of adolescence to grudging adulthood, that silence isn't a bad thing for us. We know the rhythms of our thoughts.

Tonight is an experiment. Something dreamed up when we were bored, eating bagels, and on our fourth cups of coffee. Ben was whining about the previous night's date... Trista. He was upset because she hadn't understood the kung fu flick they'd gone to see, that she liked Milk Duds, and that her lips had tasted like cheese.

"She kept asking me why those Asian men were pretending to hit each other," he lamented. "And whenever a guy was on the screen, even if she'd seen him a million times before, she asked 'Oh is that Bruce Lee?'. Like it was going to impress me." He sighed. "I finally told her that Bruce Lee is motherfucking dead. He isn't going to rise from the dead and kick ass in a Jet Li movie."

"Why didn't you wait to take me? You know it's not a date movie, dumbass," I had reprimanded him and swatted his hand with the back of a spoon.

"It was the only one out I wanted to see," Ben had pouted.

"Was it at least good?" I licked foam from my cappuccino.

"So good. We should go."

"I'll get Cherry Blasters," I grinned at him.

"Your lips will probably taste like cherries," he grinned back.

"And how exactly do you plan to find that out?"

"Eh, maybe a dumb idea. Forget I asked." He had shrugged and played with his lighter, watching the flame.

"Ben Parker, did you just ask me out on a date?"

"Huh?" He had tried to look all innocent, but I saw that twinkle. And then his mouth had twitched into a grin.

The rain was heavy outside and I knew we would have to run for his car. It squeaked when you got in it, or did anything else with it. I thought about holding his hand while doing it. It made me smile and feel a little silly. I noticed he was watching me.

"So does that mean you want to?" His look was strange, like he was challenging me.

"Yeah okay. But you better buy me flowers," I told him and wiped cappuccino foam from my lips.

He showed up with tulips. I love tulips.

"I think I need to see if you actually do taste like cherries first," he muses now.

"Probably more like margaritas."

"No, I'm still expecting cherries. You just look like you taste like cherries." He props himself up on one elbow. I do the same and it gets awkward again.

I'm not sure where to look so I look at his arm, draped along his profile. Lean, but with the curve of muscle definition just learning to fit right on his body. He'd been working out and I hadn't noticed until now that it had done anything. It had, in fact, been a bit of joke at him.

He's looking at me, but there's no way I can meet his eyes. That would be too much like looking at him and all these years between us, and trying to fit that into some new category.

"I don't kiss on first dates," I say, forgetting how well he knows me.

He scoffs. "Yeah you do."

"Okay yeah I do," I sigh and look at that nice curve peeking underneath his t-shirt sleeve. He seems to be waiting. A patient wait, but it makes me uncomfortable all the same. 

"Will you look at me already, Ella? Gosh," he chuckles and I roll my eyes, pick at a spot on his sleeve.

"Ellllllaaaaaaa," he says in that way that means he's about to tickle me or tease me or jerk the car when he knows my bladder is on the verge of bursting.

"Whaaaaa-aaat," I intone as usual and pick harder.

And then his arm moves and his fingers are under my chin and he tilts it and I'm looking at him.

Blue eyes, lit by headlights, and a grin I've never seen before. It takes me off guard long enough that he can swoop in and place lips on mine.

He leans back and licks his lips. "Yup, cherries." His fingers are still on my chin, and then they stretch out and trace the contour of my jaw and slide into my hair.

"This is weird, Ben," I say but mean something else. This isn't weird. What's weird is the way my heart is beating because of it. His hand falters.

"It is?" he asks and sounds stricken.

"You're Ben," I tell him and mean it.

"Am I really that horrible?" he makes a pained face and drags his fingers out of my hair. Strands catch gold in the street lamp light.

"No, it's just..." I apologize and the spot where his hand was feels cold now.

He lies back, arms flopping beside him.

"Forget it. Just... forget it." I find it strange how defeated he sounds.

"I'm sorry," I say because I don't know what else I can say. I know I don't want to tell him how electric my body still feels from his fingers.

"It's just..." He takes a deep breath. An important breath, by the sounds of it. "I just... I had this notion, this thought that I would kiss you once and you would just know, you know?"

I want to tell him this isn't a movie... life doesn't actually work like that. "Know what, Ben?" I ask dangerously. I really want to know the answer, but I also totally don't.

"Like I said, forget it, Ella. Please." He wipes an arm across his eyes.

I watch him for awhile, and I'm sure he knows I'm watching him. But he's done with the moment, with the grass and its magic.

"We should go," he says and pushes himself up. His shirt sticks to his back. And he reaches a hand down to help me up, which I take. But he walks away before I have my balance and I'm forced to follow behind, watching his shirt unstick from his back. He walks like he does after his mother rags him out. Like he doesn't care, like he's so much more important than what just happened to him, like he can just go and leave it behind and it won't matter anymore.

I let him be that way.

We get to his rusting, yellow car and he opens the door for me because he always does and it squeaks like it always does. But he doesn't look at me when I get in. Explosions in the Sky starts when the car does. He pulls out and drives.

When he drops me off at my place he stops the car and waits for me to get out. I try to hesitate.

"Can we at least talk about...?" I try because it's Ben and he's the most important thing in the world to me, no matter how stubborn he can be.

"I have that client in four hours..." he trails off and examines his nails.

"Fine, Ben. Call me if you decide to stop being an ass, but not before then, 'kay?" I slam the door and it squeals. He drives away quickly.

I sit for quite awhile in the porch swing we shared for so many summers and angry, frustrated tears burn my eyes. It's an ugly feeling and I can't help hating Ben for making it happen. 

He doesn't call for five days and I can't remember how long it's been since we hadn't spoken to each other at least every other day. I stare at the phone and hate it, hate him, hate myself. I do angry housework which pleases my mother to no end. I study but retain nothing I didn't already know. I try to write and all that comes out is pathetic whining and cliches. I even go out for a run and destroy my knees in the process. The pain is probably the only worthwhile distraction.

Finally on the sixth day, Friday, I throw out the tulips and agree to go for coffee with Amy from school. She's harmless enough, if a little humourless. But she's sweet and already has coffee for me on the patio.

"I wasn't sure if you liked it sweet or not." Amy displays an array of sugar and sweetener packets. I smile and dump in some plantation sugar even though I usually take it black.

We talk about the environment, Amy's favourite topic, and I try to maintain interest. I really do try. Without realizing it, I walk away to get a second cup of coffee while she's still talking.

Inside it's steamy and smells of wood and damp umbrellas. I exchange pleasantries with Armand, my favourite barrista in the universe. He threatens to take me away from all this, yet again, and I tell him to get off his duff and do it already.

And then I notice, upstairs, not quite in our favourite spot but close, and he's there. I swallow and stroll up the squeaking wood stairs. He notices me when I get to the top and just looks stricken and pale. I pull out the corduroy chair beside him and sit, perched.

"Hey," I say.

"Hey," he agrees.

One thing I can honestly claim is that it has never been uncomfortable between me and Ben. Even that time I witnessed his father slapping him across the face for forgetting to take out the trash, we still found things to say to each other and he trusted me to be there and say the right things. It's like this person beside me isn't Ben. I want to tear my hair out just to make that Ben come back and occupy this skin beside me that's not looking at me.

"I guess we're not okay yet." The words are dragged out of me.

"Guess not," he agrees.

"God damnit, Ben," I punch the air with my words and stomp away, leaving my coffee there, leaving Amy there.

And I walk. I walk a long time. My knees aren't very happy with me, and then my feet are even less happy. The only thing I can think about is that I have no idea how to live my life without Ben.

It starts to rain. And here I forgot my umbrella. The streets puddle with light as the sun sets. I feel the rain flow between my fingers as I walk. I can't remember being this drenched before.

It's when I get to a corner store and see the flowers there, the tulips that I realize I've been crying. My throat hurts so bad with trying to hold it in that I can't swallow. I reach for my phone and text him because I don't know what else to do. All I say is where I am. I wait and make myself stay in the rain even though there's an awning a few feet away, because I don't want to feel better. I probably don't deserve to feel better.

I wait there for ten minutes and his yellow car squeaks to a halt in front of me. The door creaks and he pushes it open, sits back. I can't help but wait another minute before I get in because it's going to feel so very fucking crowded in there. He's still listening to Explosions in the Sky. I get in and am grateful for the heater that he had fixed last winter finally.

I turn up the music and lean my head back, watch the wet streaking lights of the shops as he pulls away. 

I don't know how to fix this. It's not the old, it's not the new... it's some broken version of in between.

"Can we go to that spot?" I don't like how meek and apologetic I sound.

He sighs, lights a cigarette, inhales and puffs into the steering wheel. "Yeah okay."

I take a cigarette too and watch the smoke suck out into the rain through the crack of window. We smoke as he drives and parks.

I think I surprise him when I get out of the car, rain pelting, and go to sit on our picnic table overlooking the inlet, the ships, and the black strip of land beyond. My wet body gets even wetter, and my cigarette is quickly rendered useless. I chuck it away and puff steam out of my mouth instead, wrapping drenched skin around myself. I hear the rain on him when he approaches, sighs and sits beside me.

"I'm so sorry for fucking this up, Ella," he tells me and I hear the regret like a weight. I remember licking green popsicle juice from my chin, sitting on my parents' porch swing, waiting for the moment we could run through the sprinkler and scream to make the mean neighbours scowl and the nice ones smile and recall their youth.

"Who said you fucked anything up, Ben?" I ask and this time look at him, at his eyes under wet hair and eyelashes.

And then I do know. I didn't need that first kiss to know, or this week of torture. I just needed this look he was giving me now. Eyes squinting against something he can't bear, looking like he hasn't slept in a week, and yet still looking at me because I'm what he wants to look at. Even soaking in the rain.

"I don't think I know how to be around you anymore, Ella," he admits and his voice catches.

Terror brushes my heart like icy fingers. "You can't go, Ben. Fuck that. No, I won't let you go."

"I can't pretend anymore, though." His glare is getting mean, but I know it's because he's put up his walls. "Please don't make me."

"It's that bad?" I ask him, truly curious. He nods and looks away.

"Well it's not my fault! I didn't ask for this! Things were so good, so perfect. Ben and Ella, BFF. I was going to be your best man. You were going to be my maid of honour. You know, perfect! Like it's always been, god damnit!" I'm yelling now and I hate yelling. It makes my throat clamp up and I cry and my face gets all red. "Maybe you did fuck things up." I whisper finally and choke down a sob.

"Well fuck you!" he snaps back. Ben hardly ever gets mad at me. Not the angry sort of mad, just the annoyed sort. "I'm sorry for being that guy who spends more time with you than I do on my own! I'm sorry for always being there when you needed me! I'm sorry for remembering every single little fucking occasion you ever think of celebrating! I'm sorry for reading every word you've ever written!" he rages and sputters rain at me. "I'm sorry for all this time... all this fucking time. All this... time...." he chokes these last words quietly.

I just stare at him because I have no defence.

"You can't have all of me this way any more, Ella. I just can't do it." He looks broken standing there in the rain.

I broke Ben. All these years and I thought things were perfect and all it was was perfect for me. I feel so selfish, because even now I don't want him to go. Can't let him go. He can't go. I stand and approach him. When he's close I feel his warmth like a halo around him. And I need that warmth and I can't imagine not having it.

"I think I need you to kiss me again, Ben," I say softly, unable to look at him. I just stand close, sniffling. When I finally look up his eyes are hard and I'm terrified he's already gone. "Please, Ben."

He seems to blink something away and then his hands are cupping my face and his lips crush mine. This time I kiss back.

It's the kind of rain drenched, urgent kiss you only see in the movies. Being in it is all heart beating wildly, clothes sticking coldly, wet fingers growing icy, and body feeling like it can't stay still for even a second because I just want more and more and more of this kiss.

When we stop we're both panting, breath a fog between us. I can't believe I didn't see this before in his eyes or feel this before in my chest.

We get back into the car and the windows steam up quickly just from our wet bodies, hot from nervousness and all that kissing. He starts the car and pulls away without a word. I reach for his hand and he holds it, tightly like he's scared I'll try to take it back.

When we're back at his place I know there will still be the pizza boxes and beer bottles from last Friday on his counter and most of the lights will still be on. We get on the elevator holding hands and not looking at each other. When he unlocks his door I touch his back and he shivers.

Before I can blink or breathe, he's pushed me against the wall and kicked the door shut. I squirm between him and the wall when he kisses me, my lips, my throat, that little spot behind my ears that makes my knees get all weak and wobbly. In a shuffle of feet, shedding of shoes, and almost tripping over rugs and remotes we make our entwined way to the sofa. Ben's sofa, such familiar smells and soft spots and sagging parts.

We sat there just last week, watching a black and white and eating pepperoni supreme. He was rubbing my foot in between sips of beer and bites of pizza that I fed to him.

"Still up for tomorrow?" he asked, squeezing my heel.

"You know all of my excuses, so I can't really get out of it now," I chuckle and watch Cary Grant look debonair and awkward all at the same time.

"True. No one's in the hospital that I know of."

"So tomorrow I get to see just how many of these springs have sprung, I guess." I bounce in my seat, which squeaks and protests.

"Oh I'm having those repaired tomorrow just for the occasion," he told me, that twinkle in his eyes.

"On my account? I'm honoured." I poured some beer into his mouth.

"I hope you're worth it," he admitted and clucked.

"Damn right I am," I told him and we watched the movie and bullshitted.

We fall onto the sofa together now and it squeaks and protests.

"Sorry, I didn't get it repaired really." His wet hair falls in his eyes and somehow it makes me swell with something that feels like pride, lust and memories all at the same time.

"Too bad cuz I am worth it," I tell him and grin. He flushes and shifts to fit himself against me, fingers playing in my wet hair, thumb brushing my cheek.

"Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are? There I said it. Been keeping that one in," he admits and bites his lip.

"I... like hearing it. What else you been keeping in?"

"Oh no, not yet. You don't get all my secrets that easy."

"Come on, one more. I can take it," I challenge him.

He ponders for a long moment, thumb still stroking my cheek and my hair drying softly in his fingers. "Do you remember, a couple of months ago, Brad's party? You wore that blue dress, even though no one else dressed up."




The Date: Flight of Fantasy



Alexis stirred under the satin sheets and soft down comforter. The king sized bed was mahogany, a four-poster, adorned with a sheer white canopy and luxurious matching Egyptian cotton bedding. She had been dreaming about her first time with Bill and the most romantic adventure that she had experienced... not to mention the great sex! Ah, yes. Sex with Bill was hot. No, it was more than hot. It was like fireworks, like a brilliant fireball crashing to earth and engulfing everything around it. It was magic.  

She moved again and felt her naked body caressed by the smooth satin against her skin. As she considered her dreams, her own embers began to glow once again as they had so many times since she met Bill. It wouldn't take much to fan the flames. She wanted to slip back into her wonderful dream world where Bill was laying beside her, stroking her, and taking her to the rapturous climaxes that she had never known before.

Almost without willing it to do so, Alexis felt her left hand touching her nipples, each in turn. They were hard and tender to her touch. She remembered Bill's tongue swirling each of them, leaving them wet and chilled to the air. A shiver ran over her as her long red nails passed beyond her breasts and down her belly. As she touched her neatly trimmed mound, she gasped. With both hands she moved to caress the insides of her thighs, stroking the soft skin with her palms.

The urgency of Bill's touch was on her mind as she began to feel the warm, moist places where his tongue had been. Slowly at first, and then with more determination, her index and middle fingers began to explore. With every stroke she grew more fevered. Her hips began to move in small thrusts to meet her hand as she played a symphony of concertos with her fingers. The music in her head was loud and building to a grand crescendo. Bill's voice echoed within her memory. "Alexis, my goddess Alexis" he moaned into her ear just before he filled her. As the symbols started to crash her entire body exploded in thunderous orgasm. 

She continued to move more and more slowly against her imaginary lover until the music was all but a faded whisper and she lay still on the moist silk sheets. She felt a shudder as the passion subsided. Alexis felt weak. She was drained by the torrents of emotion that flowed from her. As her head began to clear, she found herself missing Bill more than ever. She fluffed her pillows and pulled herself up on the bed to reflect. It was difficult to believe that they had only been physically together for three days. She felt as if she had known him forever. Their year-long Internet relationship had blossomed into a great friendship but she could have never imagined the electricity that would spark between them when they actually met. He had touched her soul, tenderly and deeply.

Alexis thought back over the events of the last few days. She remembered how anxious, and even apprehensive she had been about meeting Bill. She was terrified of what he would think when he saw her in her wheelchair for the first time. She smiled to herself at how silly that seemed to her now. She was such a strong, confident woman in most parts of her life but when it came to meeting men, her disability had made her guarded. Her experience told her that most men wouldn't accept a woman in a wheelchair as serious relationship material. 

Alexis wasn't a virgin. She had had sex but it had always been with men that she considered close friends, men who cared for her mostly in a non-physical way but who enjoyed a playful dalliance once and a while. She had never felt that there could be anything more between them except an occasional physical release. 

Bill was different. Bill adored her. He adored all of her. The fact that she was disabled excited him all the more. How did she feel about that? Well, it had certainly stunned her when he told the truth about his fetish for disabled women. A "devotee", one of the guys that she intellectually thought she should revile, but now couldn't. And Alexis was confident that she meant more to Bill than simply a sexual object.

She considered further the phenomenon of men obsessed with disabled women. She had been followed more than once on the street or at the mall by someone who seemed to have more than a passing interest in her wheelchair. She could almost read people's minds as they glanced in her direction. Sometimes a glance was just a glance. Then there were other times when their eyes revealed thoughts of pity or even fear, eyes that usually looked away quickly in avoidance. But there were those times when the eyes revealed something more: a raw desire that had made her feel very uncomfortable.

She even remembered one day when she had wheeled herself up to an ATM in the mall she actually thought she saw someone snap picture of her from behind as she reached to put her card into the machine. When she turned to see who it was he had disappeared into the crowd. She just hoped that she wouldn't one day find herself on an Internet site as part of someone's fantasy. Alexis didn't dwell on such things. She had grown beyond wasting her time and energy worrying about what other people thought. She had a successful career writing romance novels and she was satisfied with who she had become.

All she seemed to care about today was what Bill thought. Or was it Marty? Ah, yes, Marty Eagan. Alexis had read all of Marty's stories from the Literotica web site. She had found him quite by accident as a result of her plan to include a handicapped character in one of her novels for the first time. As she searched Google for fiction about disabled women, the genre of devotee literature had come to light, including Marty Eagan's stories. The fiction fascinated her in a way that had surprised her. She had actually considered including a "devotee" character in her next book along with the disabled heroine. 

But most devotees were nonetheless unseemly to Alexis, with their laser-like focus on the "crippledness" of the women they discussed. Marty was different. He seemed to revere the women he wrote about, writing about them as if they were precious gems to be respected and coveted. And that foot fetish of his that now drove her crazy had amused her when she first read his stories. Alexis had always thought her feet were pretty, and made sure her toes virtually always sported a nice pedicure. Marty, or Bill in reality, certainly appreciated them!

Alexis laughed out loud. Marty Eagan indeed! Never in her wildest imagination could she ever have guessed that Bill Stuart and Marty Eagan were one and the same when Bill had first written to her at her literary website. But any trepidation that Alexis had felt when Bill revealed his secret to her was now long gone. Marty was every bit the man that she had always guessed he would be and then some. She closed her eyes for one last memory of her romantic encounter with Bill before she slid from the bed to go for a shower.

Her black forearm crutches lay beside the bed. She had been getting used to using them more frequently. She had promised Bill that she would use them during the time that they were together. She had been absolutely amazed by the effect the crutches had on him. He had gone to the car and retrieved them for her the morning after their first unbelievable encounter. She remembered thinking that after such an intense night of romance and mind-blowing sex that she might not have the energy to use them. When he had returned with her sticks in hand she couldn't help but notice a nice bulge already growing inside his trousers. He handed them to her gently as if they were made of glass. 

Alexis had taken the crutches from Bill and pushed herself up from the bed, still wearing the hotel's terrycloth bathrobe. Bill stepped back as if to savor a moment of reverence. "What now?" she had asked. Bill only replied, "You, my dear are absolutely the most beautiful and sexy woman on the planet". His erection had grown beyond proportion and she was sure that it must have been getting uncomfortable within the confines of the fabric. She had smiled wickedly as she looked intently at his pants. Bill said, "I guess it's obvious how much I enjoy being with you." She remembered blushing and joked, "Down boy. That will have to wait" and then began to move around the room on her crutches as she and Bill dressed for a late breakfast. 

They made their way to the restaurant at the hotel and ordered a sinfully decadent breakfast of French toast with maple syrup, eggs, bacon, and mimosas. It was made even more delicious by the glow that still radiated from them both. As they looked across the table into each other's eyes, they knew that what they had experienced was not just a night of feeding ravenous sexual appetites, but a deep and profound emotional experience.

Alexis and Bill had spent the next two days laughing, eating, sleeping, and loving each other. The sex had been awesome and they both somehow knew that what they had shared was just a beginning. Her worries about using the forearm crutches in public had vanished. Her reward for using the crutches was the near-constant erection that Bill had when he was with her. His efforts to hide it by keeping his hands in his pockets were amusing to Alexis and she teased him unmercifully.

The day Bill left for home in New Orleans was sad for Alexis but he had promised to return as soon as he possibly could. He had said he had to close some big business deal and she understood. After all, her original expectation was that her time with Bill would be only a date...a dinner to finally meet after their Internet friendship had developed. Now, her heart and her body had ached for him every second that he had been gone. 

Alexis used her hands to assist her legs over the side of the bed and she turned to sit on the edge. Her wheelchair was in the corner of the room but she was beginning to enjoy the freedom of movement that the crutches gave her around the house. She slipped the cuffs onto her arms and pushed herself upright beside the bed. She turned and glanced at the sheets. "Well, I guess those will have to go to the laundry," she laughed as she wondered what the cleaners would think if they only knew. 

Alexis had also changed her gait from the slow, deliberate steps she had taken for years to the faster swing-through pace of her youth. Without braces it was difficult. She had to use her abdomen and hip muscles to elevate her legs enough for her drooping feet to clear with each swing. But, she had come to realize that this strenuous aerobic exercise was not a bad thing. And the realization that Marty loved to see her on crutches was motivating. Nonetheless she knew that if she was going to continue using them in public for extended periods she would need to begin wearing her calf-high leg braces again to keep her feet pointing forward and not down. Energized by her fantasies of lovemaking with Bill she quickly swung herself to the large, elegant bathroom.  

The room was designed especially for Alexis. When she built the house she specified all the luxuries that a lady likes in a bathroom with a few necessary modifications for her handicap. The doorways were large, of course, for wheelchair access. The tub and shower were designed to her specifications. They were separate and the tub had a deep center well so that Alexis could luxuriate in bubbles as she so often did. 

Alexis decided on a shower for today and maneuvered herself onto the built-in bench, leaving the crutches outside the enclosure. The shower featured multiple water jets and a hand-held sprayer with an extra long hose for her convenience, at least that's what she told the contractors who did the installation. The truth is that she had used it often for more than just rinsing off. It had provided pleasure to her body in many ways more than once. 

She closed the louvered doors to contain the water and turned on the faucets. She had purchased a new tank-less water heater and the water was instantly hot. The thin streams of water began to flow over her body. She was still tingling from the excitement that she had felt when she imagined Bill ravaging her. She closed her eyes and wished that he were there with her. As the water caressed her hair, her lips, her breasts, and then flowed between her legs, she felt the urge to make love to Bill again. She sat in the shower for what seemed like an hour enjoying the steamy sensations of water against skin and dreaming of the next time she would be with her new lover. 

She finally summoned the energy to wash her hair with the fragrant new shampoo and conditioner that her hairdresser had recommended. After rinsing, she washed her body spending extra time on her feet, imagining Marty sucking each painted toe into his mouth and feasting. One last rinse with the cascading water and she was done. She pulled the handle of the faucet and the water stopped. She opened the door, reached for her fluffy white towel, dried, and wrapped herself in a terrycloth robe that was waiting on a nearby hook. She placed a separate towel on her wet hair and reached for her forearm crutches that stood just outside the door. Her body felt almost weak from the long relaxing shower as she pulled herself to a standing position on the crutches. Perhaps she would use the chair for a while today. 

She swung to the wheelchair in her bedroom and sat down. She lifted her feet onto the footrests and adjusted her robe. She felt great. She could only feel better if Bill were with her. The phone began ringing and Alexis wheeled herself to the cordless that was beside the bed. She checked caller-ID and knew instantly that it was Bill.

"Hello", she spoke in her sexiest voice into the receiver. 

"Hi, gorgeous", Bill said in his most macho tone. "Do you miss me?"

"Not at all", she teased. "I've been too busy painting my toe nails to notice you were gone".

Bill laughed. " Well, I hope you're getting them ready for me because I have a surprise for you. Finish whatever you're doing and be ready in two hours."

"What's this all about? Are you back in town? I do miss you. Why all the mystery?" Alexis could hardly contain her excitement.

"No mystery, just a surprise. And that's all I'm going to tell you for now. I'll call you in two hours. Wear something sexy. Oh, and...by the way, pack a bag." Bill sounded as excited as she was as he hung up the phone. She could tell that he had missed her too. What could he have planned? She placed the phone back on the charger. Her thoughts were interrupted with the insistent ringing of the doorbell. 

Alexis wheeled her chair to the front door and looked into the monitor of the security system. There was a man standing outside her door with a vase full of red roses. She switched on the microphone and asked him to show his company ID badge to the camera. As soon as she was sure that he was legitimate, she opened the door. 

"I have a flower delivery for Ms. Alexis Morgen", the young man chirped. He seemed a little surprised as he looked down at her sitting in her robe with towel-bound hair, clearly just out of the bath. 

"I am Alexis Morgen. Thank you so much. They're beautiful. Please wait here while I get you a tip," Alexis said politely.

"No need, Ms. Morgen. The sender has already taken care of that. Would you like me to place them inside for you?" 

"No, thank you. I can manage." With that, he handed her the vase and headed back to his van.

Alexis closed the door and turned her chair into the foyer of her lovely home. She breathed deeply and allowed the sweet fragrance of two dozen perfect red roses to fill her senses. She rolled to the table that stood just inside the door and placed the vase gently on the surface. She reached for the card and smiled as she opened it. She knew without even reading the message that it was from Bill. 

"My dearest Alexis. The beauty of these roses pales in comparison to your own loveliness. Their scent reminds me of the smell of your perfume. The passion that they inspire is only surpassed by the longing that I have for you. Yours, Bill." 

Alexis almost cried as she read the card. Her heart was filled once again with the overwhelming desire to be with him. She re-read the message three more times, willing herself to be closer to him. She then found herself wondering if this was a part of Bill's mysterious plan. Would he show up at her door? Where were they going? Whatever it was, she wanted everything to be perfect. 

Alexis reluctantly turned her chair from the flowers and headed back to her dressing closet. "Wear something sexy," Bill had said. Hmm. Not knowing where they were going made getting dressed much more challenging. Her closet was full of beautiful and very expensive things. She pulled out a few outfits and then thought for a minute. She knew just the thing. Her shopping trip last week had taken her to an exclusive boutique where she had spent way too much money but had a great time. Her most elegant purchase was a royal blue Chanel dress. The fabric was silk and it was styled with long sleeves and a very low cut scoop neckline and a hem just below her knees. It had elegant black embroidery and those classic Chanel logo buttons down the front. Yes, it would do quite nicely, whether on her body in public or on the floor in Bill's room. Well, at least on a chair. After all, it is Chanel. Alexis laughed out loud as she enjoyed the anticipation of Bill's touch.

Alexis turned on the radio to her favorite soft rock station to set the mood. She put some necessities in an overnight satchel that she kept in her closet, along with a nice casual change of clothes and some low-heeled sandals. She chose her sexiest silk and lace black teddy that she had bought from a store in downtown Boca specializing in French lingerie just in case an occasion such as this might ever arise.

Her auburn hair was still damp from the shower so she dried it and styled it with her curling brush. Next, she brushed her teeth and spent extra time to make sure that the make-up she applied was perfect. All her efforts were focused on the possibilities that Bill's call had suggested.

She rolled to her lingerie chest and sorted through her extensive collection of bras and panties. "What would Bill like?" she thought to herself. "I'll bet this set would strike his fancy." She pulled from the drawer a black lace bra with push up pads and barely enough fabric to cover her nipples. Then she reached for a matching black lace thong, silk, of course, with a small bow in the back.

Alexis wheeled her chair to a bench that she had had custom crafted into the closet so she could easily dress herself. There were polished brass bars on each side so that she could lift herself from the chair and onto the seat. A full sized mirror stood just across from the bench so that she had no trouble admiring herself as she dressed. First the panties, then the bra. Oh, yes. Bill would definitely be impressed. 

Then, shoes. Bill might have a foot fetish but for Alexis, it was shoes. For this special evening she chose an elegant pair of black strappy sandals with laces that wrapped around her slender ankles. Her cobbler had customized them by removing the original 3-inch heels and replacing them with modest low ones. To the uninitiated eye they appeared to be made that way, although Alexis regretted that her handicap made the modification necessary. As she slipped them over her long, elegant toes she couldn't help but reflect once again on Bill's tongue tracing the silhouette of each one, and then stopping to indulge at her perfectly shaped arch. He seemed particularly enamored with the left one. She tied the laces in crisscrosses around her ankles with a bow at the back of her calf. She was sure Bill would enjoy removing these. 

Alexis slipped the dress over her head and pulled up on the bars so that it fell down the length of her body. She finished the look with simple jewelry... her gold Cartier watch, a pair of tiffany diamond stud earrings, and a diamond heart necklace that had been her mothers. 




The Date: Flight of Fantasy



"Quite lovely, if I do say so myself." She observed. She lowered herself back into the chair. Which perfume would she choose for this exotic date? "No doubt about this decision. Red Door." It always made her feel sexy and she had worn it the first time that she and Bill had made love. She sprayed just the right amount from the bottle onto each side of her neck, on each wrist, between her breasts, and even lifted her dress to make sure that her most intimate parts were perfumed as well. "Oh yes", she remembered, and applied the fragrance liberally on her feet and behind her knees. Now she was ready. What time was it? Just as she was checking her watch, the phone rang again. 

"Hello?"

"Are you ready?" It was Bill.

"Ready for what?" she said in her most sultry voice.

"You'll see. And if you don't mind, bring those sexy black crutches, OK?" Bill asked a little sheepishly.

"You devil. You only want me for my 'sexy' crutches," Alexis teased him back.

"Right, right. And your sexy feet, too." Bill laughed.

Just then Alexis heard her doorbell ring. On the phone, Bill heard it too.

"I'll see you soon, my darling." Bill said as he hung up the phone before Alexis could respond.

Her heart leaped into her throat as she anticipated seeing Bill standing at her door. She almost flew in her chair to the front door and looked into the security monitor just to be sure it was he. It wasn't. Instead, it was a tall man in a black uniform and cap. A chauffeur? Alexis spoke into the microphone and asked the man who he was. 

"I am Ronald Holmes, here at the request of Mr. William Stuart. I am to escort Ms. Alexis Morgen to a meeting with Mr. Stuart."

Alexis was impressed. As she opened the door, she looked beyond the chauffeur and saw a shiny white stretch limousine. Oh my! This was a surprise!

"May I take a bag for you?" the uniformed man asked. 

"Certainly," Alexis responded politely, still amazed at what was happening. "Come with me." 

She led him back through the house to where she had left her bag. "That bag goes," she said, pointing, and then motioned across the room. "And please bring those crutches as well."

The two made their way back to the front door where Alexis picked up her purse and took one last adoring look at the beautiful red roses still on the table in her foyer. Alexis pressed her code into the alarm, then exited with Ronald right behind. She pulled the front door closed and locked it behind her.

The chauffer placed her bag and crutches in the trunk of the car and opened the door of the limo for Alexis. He offered his hand to assist her from her chair. Alexis pulled herself erect on his strong arm, turned and seated herself on the elegant leather seat. She lifted first her right and then her left leg inside. She waited as Ronald folded her chair, added it to the trunk and closed the lid. He returned to her and assured himself that she was comfortably inside. As the door was closed, she felt as if she had just entered the chariot to her future.

Alexis leaned back against the soft white leather and tried to relax. On the seat next to her lay a single red rose and a note. She had been so excited when she got in that she hadn't even noticed them. In a side cabinet was a silver ice bucket that was full of ice and what appeared to be an open bottle of Champagne. Alexis picked up the note and read quietly out loud.

"My dearest Alexis. Please accept this rose as a token of my desire for you and my longing to see you soon. Help yourself to the Dom Perignon. There is a glass in the cabinet next to the seat. Ronald opened the Champaign at my instruction. We will be together soon, my darling, very soon." It was signed "Love, Bill".

Alexis smiled and felt that warm glow come over her again. Whatever it was that Bill had planned it was fine by her as long as it included lots of passionate lovemaking. Alexis couldn't wait to feel Bill's lips on hers, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting all of the emotion that she was feeling for him. She squirmed in her seat as that familiar tingle grew more insistent between her legs. Calm down, she thought. At this rate, she'd never last until she saw him.

Alexis reached into the cabinet, retrieved the crystal glass, and filled it with delicious bubbly. Her lips touched the sparkling liquid and she drank a long, slow sip, remembering the bottle that she and Bill had shared on their first night together. It was tart, and sweet, and the bubbles bit the end of her tongue, as she tasted another swallow. She closed her eyes as the luscious drink began to warm her throat. She wanted to taste the champagne on Bill's lips, to share the yeasty goodness of this experience with him. But he had said that they would be together very soon. She couldn't wait.

Where were they going? Alexis looked out the shaded windows at the landscape going by. They were on the Interstate now. She saw the signs that said they were headed north. She could barely resist the temptation to push the intercom button and ask Ronald just where the hell he was taking her. She decided that the suspense was only adding to her anticipation and she wanted to let Bill enjoy her complete surprise. After about 20 minutes, they pulled off the highway and turned onto Airport Road. The Airport? But this wasn't the road to the main terminal. Alexis had flown many times and she was very familiar with driving in and out of the airport lots. 

A couple more minutes passed and the long white limousine pulled to a stop in front of a small building with a sign that read, "Galaxy Aviation". Alexis was more perplexed than ever. Ronald opened his door and stepped out of the limo. He opened the trunk and retrieved her things. He walked to the passenger side of the car and opened the rear door where Alexis was sitting. He was holding her crutches in his left hand. 

"Ms. Morgen," he said simply and held his arm for her. Alexis was surprised that he had retrieved them for her instead of the wheelchair.

"Why did you bring me these?" Alexis queried.

"Mr. Stuart's request," he replied matter-of-factly.

Alexis grinned. She turned and used both hands to place her feet on the pavement outside the car door. She grasped Ronald's offered arm with her left hand and pulled herself up, then maneuvered onto the forearm crutches. 

"Let's go," she said. Ronald hung her bag on a handle of the still-folded wheelchair and began pushing it toward the building. Alexis energetically swung herself along behind him.

Alexis could hardly believe what was happening to her. She could wait no longer. She had to know. "Ronald, why are we at the airport? Where are we going? What is this complex scheme that Bill has cooked up for me?" Alexis was now full of questions. Ronald didn't answer. He simply motioned for her to once again follow him. There was a door that lead from the back of the building. He held it open for her and she swung herself through it in an anxious stride. She suddenly stopped in her tracks. 

Before her was a Learjet. It was beautiful. Alexis recognized it from research she had done for one of her novels a few years ago. This one was white with maroon, dark blue, and phantom gray stripes. The stairs were pulled down. Standing beside them was Bill. It was almost as if he were posing for a photograph with his toy. Alexis laughed as she proceeded toward the plane. 

Bill almost ran to her when he saw her. Ronald moved away to a discreet distance. The fell into each other's arms and their lips immediately joined in the kiss that they had both longed for. The embrace told them both just how much they needed each other. Bill was the first to pull away. "Surprised?" He questioned. "No, of course not." Alexis returned. "I meet men and their jets at airports all the time!" 

Bill looked at her and said sarcastically, "Oh, really now! Well, I'll bet their planes aren't as nice as mine!" The both laughed, not only at Bill's joke but also because of the genuine joy that they both felt at being together.

Alexis looked down as Bill backed away. "I see that you really did miss me," she said, noticing that familiar bulge growing inside his trousers. 

Bill looked a little embarrassed but recovered nicely when he said "You just want me for my body, don't you Ms. Morgen? Well, if you will do me the honor of joining me on my jet, I promise that in time you may take full advantage of me." Bill and Alexis proceeded to the stairs where Bill took her crutches from her. Alexis looked unsurely at the narrow steps leading up to the jet.

Ronald was still guarding Alexis' wheelchair and bag. Bill motioned to him and he stepped forward to take the crutches as well, moving toward the cargo hold with her things. 

"How am I going to do this?" Alexis asked nervously. "You know I can't climb stairs."

"I know, darling. And I'm sorry. I ordered a lift for you but the only one they had for a plane this size was out of commission. So, hug me tight."

Alexis turned to face Bill and put her arms around his neck. He reached down and lifted her off the ground and climbed the steps with her holding on, quite embarrassed, but still excited by the whole scenario. Once inside he gently lowered her until her feet met the floor. 

The inside of the jet was magnificent. There appeared to be seating for eight including a 4-place club. There were two forward-facing seats and a side-facing two-place divan opposite the cabin door. The interior was finished with tan leather and medium beige carpeting. The cabinets were a high-gloss dark oak veneer finish. Bill assisted Alexis to the divan. They sat snuggled against each other. Alexis was impressed. Bill obviously had much more to tell her about himself. She was full of more questions than answers but they would have to wait. Being close to Bill was all she needed for the moment.

The intercom came to life with the captain announcing that they would be leaving the ground soon. Bill helped Alexis with her seatbelt and fastened it securely over her lap just before fastening his own. Only then did Alexis realize that a pretty blonde cabin attendant in uniform had been observing them from the back. Alexis knew the attendant had watched as Bill had carried her onto the plane and she shuddered momentarily with the humiliation of having appeared to be so helpless. It was times like this that she most hated her handicap. She shook it off quickly, though, and again focused on Bill.

Alexis heard the whine of the jet engines ramping up. Soon the plane began its taxi down the runway and picked up speed. She felt the wheels leave the ground and was thrilled that they were airborne. She had been floating on a cloud since the moment she met Bill and now, here they were, soaring through them. The flight attendant had disappeared to a compartment in the back of the plane.

Bill turned to Alexis and addressed her fondly, "Alexis, my darling, I trust that the limo was satisfactory and that all your needs were met."

"Well, not all of them," Alexis cooed. "But the Dom was lovely." She felt a warm glow all over her body but she was sure that it wasn't the champagne. Bill unbuckled his seatbelt first and then hers before putting his arm around her and leaning over to kiss her lips slowly and sensuously. Alexis responded by caressing his cheek with her left hand. Bill's kiss was soft. His mouth touched hers with his lips barely parted, as if to savor tiny morsels of a decadent desert. There was no urgency, just tenderness. Bill's taste was delicious. Alexis felt as if she might drown in the ecstasy of the moment. She placed her right hand on his thigh and stroked him gently. 

Bill moved his face slightly away from hers and said, "Alexis, I've missed you terribly. I couldn't wait to be with you. Thank you for accepting my invitation to be together again. I hope you don't think me presumptuous in asking you to pack a bag. It's just that, well, I wanted to take you someplace very special." 

"Oh, Bill, I am so happy that we can be together again so soon. I'm overwhelmed by the surprise. Just being with you is all I need." Alexis paused for a second and then finished with a smile, "So where is this special place we're going? I hope I'm properly dressed"

"Darling, you look lovely. Have I told you how incredibly gorgeous you are?" Bill looked into Alexis' eyes and smiled back at her. "May I pour champagne for you?" Alexis simply nodded as Bill reached across to a stationary cooler and removed a bottle of bubbly. Glasses were stowed in the recessed compartment of a table beside the divan. Bill retrieved two and poured each flute full of the rich, golden liquid. Alexis took her glass from Bill and waited.

"I'd like to propose a toast to an evening in paradise with the sexiest woman on earth." Bill raised his glass and touched hers. The sound of the crystal rang like a beautiful bell as the flutes came together. Alexis lowered her eyes to her glass and drank a long, slow sip. She had never felt so treasured. 

"Bill, you are an amazing man. You make me feel very special and I am honored to be here with you. My only regret is that we waited so long to finally meet in person."

The blonde attendant appeared out of the rear compartment bearing a tray of caviar and all the accompanying garnishments. She disappeared as quickly as she had entered. Bill and Alexis chatted like teenagers as they enjoyed the exquisite hors d'oeuvre and fine champagne. Time seemed to stand still.

"Why, Mr. Eagan, I do believe the champagne is going to my head." Alexis was feeling completely giddy. She had never been happier in her life. "Bill, um, I mean, Marty, there is one favor I would like to ask of you." Alexis was trying to be coy.

Bill, not wanting to miss out on Alexis' fun, took another large drink from his glass. "Why, Your Loveliness, what could that be? Do you have dragons that need slaying? An army to command? I am, after all, Marty Eagan, once again at your service!" 

Alexis was trying to play the damsel in distress role for Bill. "Sir Marty, What I require of you may be daunting indeed but I am sure that you are up to the task. Pray tell, kind sir, may I impose upon you for a tender caressing of my feet with your oh so gallant tongue?" With that, Bill stood and reached for Alexis' right hand. He bowed, pulled it to his lips, and kissed it gently. "Your Loveliness, I would be pleased to have the honor of removing these fine shoes you're wearing and tasting those exquisite toes once again." Alexis didn't hesitate. "Oh, Sir Marty, the honor would be all mine. One thing, though. How can we be sure yon flight attendant will not disturb us in our pleasures?" Alexis cocked her head toward the rear as she said this, a quizzical, mischievous look on her face.

"Not to worry, m'lady. She will not return unless summoned. She cannot see or hear us, I assure you."

The "Marty Eagan" side of Bill fascinated Alexis. Although they were one and the same, Marty was definitely Bill's alter ego. It was like dating two wonderful men in one. Bill was the consummate gentleman, very professional, very polite. Marty, on the other hand, was the fulfillment of the man Bill would not allow himself to be. Alexis adored them both. 

Bill dropped to one knee and slowly and methodically untied the ankle laces of Alexis' shoes, first her right, then her left. He removed each shoe from her anxious feet and placed them nearby. Then, he gently took a foot in each hand and paused for a long moment to admire them. Alexis had been waiting for this since the first time that Bill had surprised her by slipping her toes into his mouth. Her anticipation was mounting and she wanted to experience that incredibly erotic sensation once again, but Bill was in no hurry. For Bill, feasting on Alexis' toes was not to be a hurried process. He thought of her toes as a box of exquisite chocolates, each one different, and each one to be savored. Which one would he choose to enjoy first? 

Bill felt his own anticipation growing along with the hardening of his cock. He was ready to satisfy his hunger for Alexis toes. He began by licking the entire length of her left foot from heel to toes. Alexis shuddered. She could feel her body responding to Bill as his firm, wet tongue slipped in between her toes. She never thought that a man's mouth on her feet would set her on the verge of orgasm. Perhaps it was just Bill's mouth manipulating her toes that made her feel this way. Perhaps it was that she knew the effect that ravaging her feet had on him. Right now, she didn't care. All she knew was that she never wanted him to stop the things he was doing to her at this moment. 

Bill continued to savor, caress, and kiss Alexis' feet until her body could wait no longer to be satisfied by him. Bill seemed to sense Alexis' need and he gently moved his kisses up her ankle from one leg to the other stopping at the hem of her dress. Alexis' eyes were closed as she anticipated the ecstasy that she hoped would soon come. Bill moved back to the seat next to her. His hand was on her thigh just under her dress touching her leg and ever so slightly massaging her soft skin. His face was resting against her cheek. "Alexis, I am in heaven when your toes are in my mouth. Your feet are wonderful. You are so thoughtful to have perfumed them for me. Thank you for that." 

Alexis opened her eyes and turned to face Bill. Their lips were just inches apart. "Bill, I never thought that a tongue on my feet could be such a sensuous experience and I have to be honest. I have never been so turned on in my life as when you are consuming my feet." Their lips touched and Bill's tongue entered her mouth. The kisses were urgent, needy, hungry. His hand under her dress moved to touch her moist panties. If he had doubted before how turned on she was, he knew now that she had enjoyed it as much as he had. 

Just as he was about to slip his fingers inside the wet lace, a voice spoke over the intercom. It was the pilot announcing that they were about to land. Could it have been an hour and a half already? Time seemed to stand still when Bill and Alexis were together. 

"Well, I guess we had better put this on hold for a little while," Bill reluctantly said as he pulled his hand back down her quivering thigh. He reached for Alexis' shoes and placed them expertly back on her feet and tied the laces around her ankles, then drew himself upright into the seat and fastened his seatbelt. Alexis tried to gather rational thought and recover from the near orgasmic encounter as she, too, buckled in. 

She could barely speak but somehow found her voice to ask, "Oh yes, and by the way, where are we? You never told me where we are going!" Bill laughed. "That's right, my dear, I didn't. And now that I have lured you to my lair, I shall never let you escape. I shall have your feet forever!"

Alexis quipped, "Then I'll have to stop painting my toes and get calluses all over my feet. That would serve you right!" 

"Don't you dare even think about it," Bill bantered.

Alexis felt the wheels of the jet touch down on the runway and soon they were at a complete stop. After a minute or two the door to the plane opened and a warm rush of humid, tropical air flooded the air-conditioned cabin. "Welcome to paradise," Bill simply said. A lift platform was rolled up to the door. The attendant reappeared from the rear compartment of the aircraft with Alexis' wheelchair. Bill took it from her, opened it, and offered his arm to assist Alexis. "May I?" he asked. Without a word she reached for him and pulled herself up from the leather seat. Bill steadied her as she moved into the chair, and then he wheeled her onto the platform. He signaled to be lowered to the ground where a tall black man was already standing, holding Alexis' crutches expectantly.

The sky was the bluest blue that Alexis had ever seen. White clouds were wisps of cotton gently floating by. The airport was surrounded by palm trees that were swaying in a warm breeze. The air was heavy with humidity and smelled of the ocean. Alexis closed her eyes and took a deep breath as if to inhale the beautiful surroundings, then looked over her shoulder at Bill. "Welcome to William's Cay, my darling, one of the most beautiful places on earth," Bill said with great pride. "This is my second home." 




The Date: Flight of Fantasy



Alexis had never heard of such a place. "William's Cay? She asked. I'm not familiar with it. I have been in the tropics several times before but I don't remember hearing of William's Cay. Are we in the Caribbean? Was the island named after someone in history or perhaps a famous pirate?" Bill smiled at Alexis' string of questions. He could tell that she was excited to be there and he liked that she was so inquisitive. 

"Well, you might say that. Actually, the island is mine, named after the one and only William Stuart, pirate extraordinaire." The look on Alexis' face told Bill that she was duly impressed. "You own the island?" Alexis could barely contain her surprise. "Wow" was all she could manage to say. For a woman who was not usually short on words, this had truly overwhelmed her.

Just then a car pulled up in front of them and the driver jumped out to greet them. "Mr. Stuart! Welcome home. Everything is ready as you requested." "Thank you, James," Bill politely addressed the young man. And then to Alexis, he said, "Ms. Morgen, will you do me the honor of joining me for dinner?" Alexis, still almost too stunned to speak, said, "Mr. Stuart, I'd be honored." She accepted her forearm crutches from the attendant and positioned them on her arms. She swung herself toward the car, following Bill.

James opened the rear passenger door of the car and Bill helped Alexis onto the seat. He suggested that she keep the crutches with her and she drew them into the car next to her. Alexis then lifted her legs into the car and Bill closed the door. In just a few seconds he joined her from the other side. In the mean time, James had gathered the luggage and supplies from the plane and loaded them into the trunk. Lastly, he folded Alexis' wheelchair, placed it on top of the other items and closed the lid. He quickly slid into the drivers seat and began the drive to Bill's island retreat.

The road was a narrow, one lane path. Palm trees and palmettos lined the sides with dense tropical vegetation beyond. Alexis wanted to take it all in. She didn't want to miss anything. They rode in silence for about 10 minutes before either of them spoke. 

Bill was wondering what was going on in her mind and couldn't wait any longer to find out. "So, Alexis my dear, you haven't said much. Is everything OK? What do you think?"

Alexis drew her attention from the gorgeous surroundings and looked at Bill. "Mr. Stuart, you have finally done what I thought to be the impossible. You have left me without words. This is the most amazing surprise! You told me that your work involved real estate but I had no idea that you meant something like this. I can't wait to see what you've got up your sleeve next!"

Bill was pleased that his surprise was so well received. He couldn't wait to show her the rest of what he had planned for the evening. Alexis noticed a clearing up ahead and as the car approached, the world opened up to a view of sandy white dunes followed by clear blue ocean. It was late in the day and the sun was beginning to slip from the sky. She could already tell that there would be a beautiful sunset. She couldn't wait to share it with Bill.

The car made a left turn and there before them was a magnificent estate. The house was two stories and built of stucco. It was painted a bright tropical yellow with azure blue trim. The grounds were perfectly manicured with palm trees, mandevilla, and hibiscus everywhere. On the side of the house was a sign that read "Paraiso Hermoso". Alexis was trying desperately to remember her college Spanish and turned to Bill. Before she could ask, he had read her mind. "It means Beautiful Paradise. That is the name of my villa." The car pulled to a stop and James opened Alexis' door first and then proceeded around the car to Bill. Alexis used her hands again to lift her legs from the car, stood, and withdrew her crutches from the compartment. She slid her arms deftly in the cuffs once more and looked at Bill for direction. "After you, Ms. Morgen," Bill said as he gestured for her to proceed. "Welcome to my humble abode." 

"Humble indeed," Alexis said as she swung ahead up the fieldstone walk to the front door of Bill's palatial home. As she approached, the door was opened by an older but very attractive Spanish woman with a bright smile on her face. 

"Welcome home, Senor Stuart. We are prepared for your arrival." 

Bill greeted her warmly, "Thank you, Sarita. This is Ms. Morgen. She will be our guest for the evening. Please see to any needs that she might have." Sarita bowed her head in acknowledgement to Bill and closed the door behind them. She then disappeared into another room out of site.

The foyer opened up into a large living room with a wall of windows that looked out over the beach and the ocean beyond. It was the most beautiful view that Alexis had ever seen. She followed Bill as he invited her into his home. 

"This is where I come to relax," Bill began. "This island has been in my family for two generations and now it's mine. I built this home 5 years ago to replace the one that my grandfather had built. I spend as much time here as my schedule will allow. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I do. The master suite is over to your right. I certainly hope you will consider joining me there for the night." Bill smiled. "The kitchen is to your left. Please feel free to make yourself at home and don't hesitate to ask the staff if there is anything you need. Would you like to freshen up before we have dinner?" Bill was playing the consummate host. 

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I would," Alexis said as she made her way toward the bedroom. "I'll be right back."

Alexis was watching Bill as she crutched her way back into the living room. He seemed as excited as a young boy showing off a new toy. And then there was the familiar reaction to her crutches that she had been anticipating. Bill was obviously excited in more ways than one. He couldn't hide the bulge in his trousers, nor did he attempt to do so. Alexis noticed immediately.

"Miss me?" she teased as she stopped near where he stood. 

"What do you think?" he said and then planted his lips firmly on hers. "It seems to me that we have some unfinished business from the plane, Ms. Morgen." Bill placed his hands on her sides just under her arms near her breasts and kissed her again. 

Alexis shivered. "Oh, yes," she said. "I do believe you're right."

Alexis and Bill heard a knock and then a voice. It was Sarita. "Excuse me, Senor Stuart. Dinner is ready to be served at your convenience." 

They both looked toward the kitchen door and saw that it was barely open as Sarita tried to be discreet. "That's fine, Sarita. Please have it served and we will be right there." Bill called back to her and then turned to Alexis. 

"Timing is everything, I guess. I want you to see the most beautiful sunset in the world. Can you wait until after dinner for more delightful pleasures?" Alexis hesitated before she said, "As long as you make it worth my while." They both laughed knowingly as Bill put his hands on her waist and promised, "You can count on it."

Bill motioned toward double doors gallantly and Alexis pushed off on her crutches to exit the beautiful home. The French doors opened onto a large stone patio and a long paved walkway led toward the beach. The breeze had cooled a few degrees and Alexis was enjoying the feel of her hair blowing against her face. The sky was washed in pinks, and oranges, and golds. 

At the end of the walkway a short wooden pier was perched out over the water. At the end of the pier was a white gazebo adorned with strands of small lights. Under the shelter Alexis could see candles flickering in the breeze and a table set for two. Contemporary jazz played from speakers mounted somewhere on the structure. Everything looked like a picture from a fairy tale and Alexis was the princess. 

Alexis took a deep breath and summoned her energy. She began a series of long, rhythmic swings down the walk and out to the pier. Sensing many eyes on her from behind, she put extra effort into elevating her legs to ensure her feet would not drag on the pavestones below her. Bill exhaled silently as he watched Alexis, feeling the strange excitement he had always experienced whenever he watched an attractive woman walk on crutches. Yet he knew beyond a doubt that sexual stimulation was not his primary motivation. He loved Alexis genuinely, deeply, and couldn't get enough of her—with or without the crutches. Still, he was well aware of how much energy and effort it took for her to walk as she did now, and he knew she did it for him alone.

When they reached the gazebo Bill pulled a chair from the table for Alexis, took the crutches from her, and placed them aside as she sat down. He sat across from her, looked into her eyes and said, "Alexis, now my paradise is complete." A seagull crossed the sky in the last vestiges of light overhead and called to an unseen mate. The sun continued to sink lower in the sky until it disappeared beyond the horizon and day turned to night.

Dinner was served under the stars. Each course was prepared to perfection. The chef served a decadent crabmeat cocktail with a spicy remoulade sauce followed by fresh spinach salad with mandarin orange dressing and dried cranberry garnish. The main course was medallions of filet mignon sitting atop a burgundy wine and mushroom sauce. Bill had chosen a '92 Silver Oak Cabernet as a perfect compliment to the meal. 

Alexis felt as if she were in a dream. Even in her romance novels she had never been able to create a more seductive setting. Desert was a rich flourless chocolate cake topped with dark chocolate sauce and garnished with ripe red raspberries. At the end of the meal Bill poured two glasses of 150-year-old Grand Marnier Liqueur from a painted bottle. It was Cuvee Speciale Cent Cinquantenaire. Alexis had never tasted anything quite so divine.

The meal had been wonderful and the conversation had made them both feel enraptured with each other. They laughed, they shared stories about themselves, and they tied their emotions into an invisible bow. Alexis had never felt closer to another person than she felt to Bill. Bill was fascinated with Alexis and wondered how he could ever be without her again. Bill and Alexis shared the kind of chemistry, the kind of rare magnetism that often only comes once in a lifetime, the kind that some people are never blessed to experience. They both felt it. They were complete with each other.

The table was cleared and the experienced staff worked in silence, not intruding on Bill and Alexis. Another glass of the rich orange nectar was poured and Bill dismissed the servants for the evening. 

"Alexis, I never thought I would meet anyone like you. I mean, you are my ultimate fantasy. You're beautiful, smart, confident, funny, and most of all, you seem to accept me with all my fetishes and quirks. Right now, I feel like the luckiest man alive." Alexis could hear the joy and passion in Bill's voice. He continued. "When I'm with you I am perpetually turned on, and I don't mean just because of the the way you walk. That's simply a nice bonus. You stimulate my mind and my body like no woman ever has. I can't get enough of you. I want you right now more than ever."

Alexis chose her words carefully, "Bill, my darling, I feel the same way about you. You are the man that my fantasies are made of. You accept me just the way I am with no pretense, no games, and no reservations. Actually, the fact that I physically excite you because of the way I am is amazing to me. Please make love to me now. I want you so much."

Bill rose from his chair, took Alexis' hand, and helped her stand. Without a word he picked her up into his strong arms and carried her along the pier and down a set of steps that led to the beach. A large blanket had been spread on the sand in preparation for this moment. Bill had thought of everything. He lowered Alexis to the blanket and lay beside her looking deeply into her eyes. She was desperate to be kissed and he knew it. His lips took hers, not gently this time, but with a ravenous hunger. His need for her was overwhelming and he held nothing back. His tongue entered her mouth as if he were going to devour her. Alexis responded with an eagerness she had never known. She liked being handled by Bill. His voracious appetite for her turned her on like never before.

They removed each other's clothes with wild abandon. Bill's cock was rock hard as he moved against Alexis' naked body. Her firm pink nipples invited his mouth to suck. His tongue swirled and nibbled each one while he moved his hand between her legs to stroke her hot, wet, crevice. Alexis knew that if he continued she would lose any chance of containing her imminent orgasm. She wanted to taste him, to feel his hard member against her lips. She swept his hand away and then placed her hands on his cheeks. As he looked up, she was already moving downward so that she could wrap her mouth around his throbbing penis. She slid down on the blanket and slipped her wet lips around his swollen head. With one hand she stroked him deeper into her mouth and with the other, she gently massaged his aching balls. Bill groaned a long, low, guttural groan, which told Alexis that he was rocketing toward the moment of no return. As much as she wanted to taste his essence in her mouth, she wanted to feel him inside her even more.  

Bill seemed to have read her mind as he pulled himself from her mouth and moved beside her. Alexis rolled to her back and felt him brace above her. In less time than it takes a heart to beat, the full length of his massive cock was inside her. Alexis gasped and let out a high-pitched sigh as she begged Bill not to stop. There was nothing slow and gentle about lovemaking this time. It was raw and instinctive. They were both making the sounds of lovers heading for the meteoric heights of eruptive orgasm. Bill could wait no longer as his cock was one stroke away from release. "Alexis, my darling, are you ready?" Bill moaned.

"Yes, Bill, yes, please. I need you now!" Together they became one as ecstasy took complete control of their bodies and their minds, sending them both over the edge of a steep precipice from which there was no return.

Bill and Alexis relaxed into each other, feeling completely drained. Their breathing was fast and deep and their bodies were covered with perspiration. The air felt cool on their bare, wet skin. As soon as he found the energy to move, Bill raised himself on one elbow and kissed Alexis with all the tenderness and warmth that he felt in his heart. His eyes were focused on hers as he found the words that she had longed to hear. It was almost a whisper as he said, "I love you, my darling Alexis."

The darkness that had fallen over William's Cay enveloped the two lovers as they lay, spent. Alexis realized that "Paraiso Hermoso" was aptly named. She snuggled into the arms of its owner contentedly, feeling secure and complete for the first time in her life.

*

Authors Note: Marty and Alexis are very real and the fantasies that they share are indeed as romantic as the story told here.



The Date Pt. 01



It was two days until my mom's birthday and I had not gotten her a damn thing. I felt terrible about it of course, but the truth is we'd been apart for so long I really had no idea what she would want. Sure I could have done one of those "recreate a childhood photo" things but that's a little played out at this point. I could've converted some of her records to mp3's but then there's the problem of how I would do it without her realizing what I was doing, plus I wasn't sure if I'd have time. That was my own fault, but hey, when you've been searching for a decent paying job to get rid of those looming student loans finding a good gift for your mom is something that slips the mind. 

In the end I opted for a simple and rather clichéd dinner for mom. Now I know it wasn't the most innovative thing in the world, but it seemed like the only idea that she would genuinely appreciate since we hadn't been the closest for a while. I didn't ignore her mind you, but when she would ask how the job hunt was going and my only response was a deep breath, a moment of silence and a half hearted "good" it's a bit embarrassing to chat with mom. So a dinner it was. I ended up calling her and asking her if she was up for a big birthday dinner and thankfully she was thrilled with the suggestion.

So I managed to get myself out to a barber shop and cleaned up for mom. She hated the beard I'd cultivated in college and I thought she might get a kick out of me finally showing my "adorable face" once more. After that a simple call to a restaurant and my gift was basically done. I picked up some flowers and made the drive from Richmond to Alexandria wondering if she knew my suggestion was little more than me basically forgetting how close her birthday actually was. 

After a couple hours of cursing in the inexplicable traffic jams of northern Virginia and I was pulling up to my mom's. I'd only been gone for a couple years but it seemed like so much had changed. Sure she had done some work in the yard and gotten a fresh coat of paint on the place but it seemed weird to be back. It always did. Even when I would come for breaks and holidays, the house really didn't seem like the place I'd grown up. Maybe it was because dad wasn't around anymore or maybe it was mom becoming more outgoing, but there was a different feel in the house. 

As soon as I got out of my car I could see mom smiling from the window and running over to the door. I assumed I was going to get a hug but all she focused on was the lack of a beard. She rubbed her chin, I rolled my eyes, but I was glad she liked it. Maybe my visit would be enough to give her a decent birthday after all. 

We hugged, she commented on how cute I was without the beard, and I proudly presented the flowers I'd bought. 

"They're so pretty. I'll have to hide them from the cat."

This cat had to be roughly 15 years old. The thing barely moved most of the time, but you put any kind of plant in the house and suddenly it becomes a curious kitten who seems to want to destroy everything.

"Let me get these in some water. I'll be right back hun."

And with that she scurried into the kitchen to find a vase while I was sat on the couch. I still couldn't shake the feeling that it felt weird to be in the house again. Even my mom seemed different. She'd always been an active woman, hanging out with friends, working in the yard. She was the type that couldn't seem to relax. Now though, as soon as she came back in the room she plopped down on the couch next to me like she'd just run a marathon. 

"Ya know, the older I get the more I understand your 'relaxing' thing."

"What do you mean?"

"Well I'd run around so much when you were younger, now all I want to do is take a read a book and take a nap."

"Oh yeah the perfect lawn and garden out there sure do say you've calmed down and started taking it easy."

"Well I can't let it go to hell. And gardening can be quite relaxing by the way."

"And the new paint job?"

"Well that's just a matter of the place looking awful. When you have your own house and start to the paint peeling you'll be out there with a ladder and paint cans too."

"That's what painters are for."

She laughed. She always did. I think she envied my willingness to let others handle chores I detested.

"So what have you been up to?"

"Not much really. Just looking for a good job."

"You don't have a job yet?"

"I have a part time thing near the campus in a record shop. It lets me eat so that's a plus."

"Well, just keep trying hun, I'm sure you'll get something soon." She'd been using that line for roughly two years now on the phone. It never was reassuring. 

"What about you mom, what's new with you?"

"Oh nothing. Same old same old. So where are you taking your old mom out for dinner?"

"You're not that old yet mom and it's a surprise."

"Oh, well how fancy of a place is it?"

"Nothing too fancy. I'm working with a retail paycheck remember."

"I'm sure it will be wonderful baby. I just want a nice night on the town."

A "night on the town"? I hoped she wasn't thinking about dragging me anywhere other than dinner. I was serious about that retail paycheck. It wasn't much and I was pretty sure my meals for rest of the week would consist of rice and tuna. But then, it was my mom after all. If she wanted more than dinner I would have to oblige.

"How should I dress for this occasion?"

"Well if you want a night on the town I guess you should dress accordingly. The girls I know typically go with micro skirts and deep v cuts." 

"Cute, but no one wants to see that."

"Oh I'm sure there's someone who would love it. Again, you're not that old mom."

She smirked and thanked me for the courtesy, but I was serious. She was a pretty attractive woman. For being in her fifties she was still quite fit. Yeah she a bit more weight, but I had put on more than her and she could pull off a tight dress fairly well. She did it for Christmas the year before. I was rather shocked to be honest. She always dressed rather modestly when I was a kid. Every now and then she would were tight jeans but that was basically the closest to immodest she ever got.

"You know, now that I think about it I do have a new dress I could wear."

"Cool." 

"When is the reservation?"

"Oh we still have a few hours still have a few hours so you've got time to get ready."

"Thanks."

"Not that you look bad or anything."

"Smooth."

She always had a way with taking playful jabs at me. She never meant anything by it, but she would get me every time.

She took a shower while I watched some TV and screwed around on my phone. After about an hour she yelled for me from her room.

I peeked into her room to see her in a very form fitting blue dress. She certainly did look quite good for her age. 

"Zip me up?"

It was then that I realized I'd been doing a bit more staring then was probably appropriate and clumsily shuffled over to zip her up. 

She made a quick spin and asked how looked with a smile.

"Good."

I actually found myself looking away when I said it. It is difficult to come to the realization that your mom is pretty damn attractive.

"Well that didn't seem very enthusiastic."

"No no, really, you look good. I may have to keep the guys from hitting on my mom."

Luckily she didn't realize I was serious and laughed it off.

"Well I'm not looking to meet anyone. It would be odd to pick a guy up with my son there."

I guess my red cheeks let off that I was embarrassed.

"Don't worry maybe they'll all think this young stud got himself a cougar."

With that she gave me a hug and seemed to delight in my embarrassment. 

"It seems like we still have a little time. Do you want a drink before we go?"

Now that was just weird. She never liked the idea of drinking and driving, but I guess since we were both adults she didn't mind so much. Plus she knew I wouldn't drink much in front of her. Hell I still never really cursed when she was around. Maybe she just assumed I would be on my best behavior since it was her birthday.

So I took her up on the drink and we talked a bit more about what I'd been up to. You know all those fun topics like what I want to do with my career, am I seeing anyone. All those fun topics that make a guy feel great when they dance around the answers because they don't want to look like a loser in front of family. Luckily I had a stiff drink to lighten the mood. 

After dancing my single status, a job I hated and a poor job market it was time to leave. The drive there was uneventful and she dropped most of the uncomfortable conversation opting to focus on how old she felt. I tried to assure her that she wasn't an old lady by any means. I did have a few awkward moments where I essentially told her was hot. It seemed like she thought I was just being nice and glossed right over them thankfully. 

It was weird walking in to the restaurant. A lot of the older guys were checking out my mom. 

"Look at that, I can still turn some heads."

"Told you so."

"A few times I noticed."

If I could've crawled into a hole I would've. Not only did she notice my comments, she was now mocking me because of it...great.

I ordered us some wine while we went over the menu.

"This place seems pretty expensive."

"It's no big deal. It's your birthday and I want to give you a nice night out."

"Just being here is good enough."

"Well you're getting a moderately expensive meal too so deal with it."

She laughed and went back to the menu.

It was a nice time actually. I was surprised that we both, well me really, loosened up and started to have a good time. By the end of the meal we had finished a bottle wine and been chatting like friends rather than family. We order dessert spent most of the time stealing bites of each other's. Then the bill came. I think I must have shown just how pricey it really ended up being because she asked me if something was wrong.

"Oh no, it's fine. It's your birthday." And this was going on my credit card. 

We stayed a bit longer and had another drink. She brought what was going on in my life again, but this time I wasn't so defensive. 

"Well, I was dating this one girl for a while, but it just didn't work out. We liked each other and all that. We just weren't in love. I mean she's a good girl I just couldn't really see myself with her."

"So you're looking for a long term relationship then? Ready to settle down already?"

"I don't know if I'd say that..."

"Well good. You're still a young man. There's no need to get yourself locked down now. You should enjoy yourself. Be young."

"I do mom."

"Oh don't call me mom right now. This is just friendly advice not a lecture."

Amusingly that actually was reassuring for some reason. I don't know if it was the wine or not, but I was having a good time and for the first time in a while I felt really engaged with my mom. It was nice. She excused herself and got up to go to the bathroom. 

As she walked by I couldn't help but turn my head. I caught myself taking a look at her butt. I actually smiled to myself and said "wow". I knew it was strange, but I didn't care at all. I was going to let everyone think I landed a cougar. The thought was funny to me but a part of me wanted to believe it. This had been the closest thing to a date that I'd had in a little over a month and I was really enjoying it. A little too much perhaps, but enjoying it I was.

She sat back down and I couldn't help but stare into her eyes. I think at this point the wine was starting to get to me but I just smiled at her. 

"Thank you for taking me out tonight hun. It's really meant a lot to me. I know I've been going on about how old I've been feeling but it's nice to know I can still turn a handsome young man's head."

"Oh really? And who was this young stud?" I looked around to see who it could've been eyeing my mother.

She grabbed my hand and said, "I think you know who I meant."

And then a sense of dread came over me.

"Oh don't be embarrassed. I liked it," she said with a wink.

So this was great. I managed to turn a pretty good time into an awkward dinner where my mom caught me checking out her ass. Luckily we were up and out the door soon after that. 

When we got in the car I attempted to apologize.

"Mom...I'm sorry about that."

"About what hun?"

It was nice of her to pretend like nothing happened, but come on.

"You know. The head turning thing."

"Sweetie it's okay. I really was pleased that I could still turn heads," she said with a laugh.

It made me laugh too at least.

"I just feel like we had a good time and maybe I let the wine get to me a bit and..."

"Oh it was the wine huh?"

"No, it wasn't the wine. You're an attractive woman. It's just that I haven't been on a date in a long time and it was nice to be out with an attractive woman, even if it was with my mom."

"Sweetie you'll be out with lots of attractive women, I'm sure of it. Hell if I were younger I would be fine with going on another date with you."

"You're not that old. You're still quite young."

She smiled and thanked me. She leaned over to me, gently guided my chin toward her and softly kissed me. She pulled back as I slightly opened my mouth and leaned toward her for another kiss. I caught myself and embarrassment washed over me again. 

"Wow, I am so sorry." I fumbled to get my keys in the ignition and get it started as she just smiled.

"It's ok."

I kept my eyes glued to the road and my hands gripped the wheel like I was about to swerve off the road at any moment.

"Honey you need to relax. You've given me a great night out and I couldn't be happier about it. Thank you."

She was so sincere that I couldn't let my embarrassment keep me from saying you're welcome. This wasn't about me. This was about celebrating her birthday. Maybe it hadn't gone quite as planned, but if she was happy that was all that mattered.

We pulled up to the house and I sat there for a moment.

"Coming in?"

"Oh yeah. Sure."

"Baby, are you still worrying about that kiss?"

I could feel my stomach turning.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I liked it."

"Well so did I. I did kiss you remember. Now come inside and have some coffee before you get back on the highway. I won't have my son driving drunk all the way down to Richmond."

"Ok."

She went into the kitchen got us some coffee. It was awkward to sit in silence after we had such a good night, but I didn't want to risk saying or doing anything to embarrass myself any further. So we just sat and exchanged smiles every now and then while the TV provided a little something to break through the silence. 

"Well, I'm gonna change out of this. Mind unzipping me real quick?"

I pulled the zipper down and let my hand lazily fall and linger a little too long on her back.

"I think I may need another cup of coffee."

"Ok, I'll be back in a few minutes."

This was a disaster. I end up drunk and basically copping a feel off my mom drinking coffee trying to sober up enough to drive home. The sad part was, I was sober enough to drive home and I knew it. I just wanted to hang around a little longer. I was being pathetic and I knew it.

After a few minutes she came back down and before got to the bottom step I piped up,"I think I might get ready to go. It's starting to get late and I don't want to keep you up."

"No you will not. I'm not that old remember. Plus you are going to finish that coffee. I won't have you wasting my special blend."

"Ok."

She hurried me back over to the couch and sat with me while I nursed my cup. She laid her hand on my chest and said, "I really did have a great time tonight hun and you shouldn't feel bad about anything. So what if you took a look at my ass? It made me happy and it didn't hurt you any?"

Was she joking and just waiting to savor just how red she could make my face?

"You've become a wonderful man and it was sweet of you to treat me to a good night. I love you baby." 

And with that she kissed me again. This time she didn't pull away. She lingered longer than me. In fact I pulled away and stared at my coffee. I didn't know what to think. To be frank I kind of thought this was all some kind surreal dream.

"I'm sorry about that baby. It's just been a while since I've had such a nice night out with man, let alone a kiss. I don't want this any more awkward."

"No no, this was my fault."

"How so?"

I really didn't have a decent answer for that.

"I've kissed you remember. Twice in fact. Maybe I'm the one that had a bit too much to drink."

"You seem pretty sober to me."

"So do you."

"Then why have me stay for coffee?"

"Because I didn't want you to leave yet. Like I said, it's been a wonderful night and I wanted to let linger."

"Well I'm glad I didn't screw it up."

"Of course not, and I hope I didn't screw it up for you."

"No mom, it was a good time. I had a great time at dinner."

"Just dinner?"

"Well before was good too."

"And after?"

With a bit of hesitation I said, "it was a good time." And then I relaxed. I don't know why but all my anxiety just disappeared for a moment and I found myself leaning toward her. I gave her a soft kiss and when I pulled away she actually pulled me toward her. It was exhilarating. When we did part we both smiled. 

All she was thank you and that she was going to get ready for bed soon. I told her was going to get ready to go since it really was getting late. I got up to take my mug to the kitchen as she walked toward the steps. I passed her to get to the door and she grabbed my hand. 

"I love you sweetie ." She gave me another soft kiss. "Thank you."

"Any time mom. I'll take you out to dinner whenever you want."

She smiled and looked down from my eyes and back. With a smirk she said, "thank you hun, but I was talking about something else." She pointed down as she turned to walk up the steps."Lock up for me when you leave."

Confused I just said, "ok" as I looked around sure to find some stain that made her laugh. That's when I noticed the very prominent erection. Another sense of dread flooded over me.

I tried to yell "I'm sorry" but my mom stopped me and said, "we should do this again. I'll make dinner next time."

All I could do was say ok and out the door I was left to drive home and contemplate the odd night I'd just shared with my mother. 

Once I did get home all I wanted to do was sleep and forget the whole thing but I just couldn't. All could do was focus on how embarrassed I was. Well that and the kisses and how my mother's ass looked in that blue dress. The truth was I drove for home with an erection coming and going periodically. I think I couldn't sleep just because I wasn't sure how I should feel. I mean, I was mortified at my behavior, but I had to admit I liked a lot of what happened. I also think knowing my mom was a willing participant in the whole thing made it intriguing to me. I dreamt than she really wanted that to happen. That she planned it all. I knew she didn't. She couldn't. Why would she? I'm her son.

A couple days passed and that was that. There was no weird messages, no sexual innuendo. Just a few days at work as always and a day off; wash, rinse repeat. Then my phone rang. It was my mom. I debated whether or not to answer. I did of course, what kind of an asshole ignores their mom?

"So when are we going on that date?"

"Uh...whenever you want to I guess. What's good for you?"

"How 'bout tomorrow? Nothing crazy just a simple dinner at home with mom."

"Sure that sounds good. I won't be able to be there 'till after seven though."

"Oh that's fine, it'll give me plenty of time to get ready."

"Ok great."

For the rest of the day, and the majority of the next I was anxious. I so readily agreed to another dinner, but I just did out of fear of not knowing how to say no. I mean, what if something happens? Not so shockingly, the idea that something happening was in the reason not to go as well as the reason to go list of pros and cons. The idea that I legitimately wanted to go on a date with my mom was scary to me. I was really attracted her. At least I was on her birthday. But I thought maybe it was just the alcohol. Maybe it was just that I had been on a date in a long time. This was of course all justification to be ok with ogling my mother again.




The Date Pt. 01



So another day at work ended and I found myself driving to my mom's place for dinner. The entire time I was in sweats worrying over what would happen. By the time I got to her place I was so worked up I was so was nervous you'd think I was going on a date for the first time. Then I saw her. She was actually wearing a mini skirt. A tight mini skirt. All I could do was stare at her hips. 

"Close your mouth lover boy, we don't want you catching flies."

She was joking, I think, but this was shocking. She had to playing prank on me. 

"Funny mom."

"What?"

"That skirt."

"What do you mean? Am I too old for it?"

"No...no. It looks great but..."

"Good. Now get inside dinner's almost ready."

This really had to be a joke. But I walked in like I was told and made my way to the kitchen with her. I hate to admit it but I was watching her hips swivel the entire time. 

"You must really like this skirt. You haven't taken your eyes off it." I was flustered of course."Don't be shy. I like it too."

I sat at the table as she pulled some chicken dish out of the oven. She'd already set up most of the table and was sipping some wine as she began slicing the chicken. 

"I hope you like it, I've never tried this before."

"Hm...", I was still staring and wasn't quite paying attention. 

"I said I hope you like it."

"Oh I do. It looks great."

"I meant the chicken."

I didn't catch the joke. She clearly knew what I was thinking about. But I tried to cover my tracks and said I did too, but that was nonsense and she knew it. I don't think she cared though.

The whole we ate all she could talk about was about how much fun she had on her birthday. She kept calling it our date. She was comfortable with it that I even suggested we make it a regular thing. She just smiled and said she would love it. She segued into chatting about work. I opened up about how much I couldn't stand it and wanted to move on. 

"When do you work tomorrow?"

"I'm off actually. With the holidays coming up my schedule gets all messed up."

"Oh good we can hangout a bit longer then."

There was a bit of silence then. I didn't know what to say.

"Why don't you go in the living room, I'll clean this up."

"Oh no that's ok. I can give you a hand."

I didn't really though. I just sat there watching her when she would turn her back to me. I didn't care to stop myself. I was having a good time, despite talking about work, I liked it. I grabbed a few dishes and walked them to the sink and brushed against her briefly. I excused myself, but she didn't seem to mind. She just smiled at me. 

"We should go watch a movie or something." My suggestion was little more than a poor attempt to ignore that I had brushed against her and break the ice.

I sat on the couch as she turned off the light and turned on the TV.

"Wouldn't be a decent movie night with the lights on would it?"

"No I guess not."

She walked over to the TV and bent down by her dvd rack, rattling off names and asking me what I wanted to watch. All I could do was watch the shadow of her thighs in the light of the TV. All I could think was how shear her skirt must be to show that much. Suddenly she stood up.

"Why don't you decide what to watch, I'm gonna change into something more comfy."

"Oh you don't have to do that," I said with a little too much enthusiasm.

"You must really like this skirt."

"I'm sorry. That was weird. Don't let me stop you."

"No, it's ok. I'm fine if you are."

"I am."

"Good."

We finally decided on some silly movie. I didn't even pay attention to it most of the time. Mom sat right next to me. She would lean onto my shoulder and I would try not to do anything that I thought would freak her out, be she simply acted like nothing was wrong. She would rest her hand on my chest and lightly rub up and down as I just sat and hoped she didn't notice me looking at her thighs or my emerging erection. I would excuse myself to the bathroom every so often to adjust myself hoping it would help hide things. The last time I tried she put her hand on my thigh and just asked me to stay. I did, and to my surprise she left her hand on my thigh.

I had no idea what to do. There was no way she didn't know I was aroused and she was obviously okay with it. A little half way through the movie I was fantasizing that something would happen. 

"What's wrong hun?"

"Hm...oh nothing."

"You seem so quiet." I had nothing to say. I couldn't think at all. "Is it because I got you hard? I'm sorry, I'll stop."

"No." Oh man, this is gonna be bad.

"Are you serious? I don't want to make you uncomfortable and I clearly am..."

"No...no. You can do whatever feels right."

"And what's that?"

"Whatever you want."

"You've become a sweet, handsome, wonderful man, and being with you feels right."

"Then you can stay right here."

She put her hand back on my thigh and kissed my cheek. "I don't want you to be too anxious hun, I'll try help you relax."

"It's ok, I'm not anxious." This was a massive lie.

She slid her hand across my lap and said, "I think you are." She bang to rub my crotch, cupping the shaft of my cock as she moved back and forth. "Close your eyes sweetheart. Let me do this."

I laid my head back and said of. She began to rub a bit faster now. She would kiss my cheek and neck every and then as she rubbed me. I could feel her adjust herself next to me. She turned toward me and her hand moved toward the button on my pants. I tensed up.

"It's ok baby, let me do this for you." And I did. She undid my jeans and slid her hand beneath my boxers.

She stroked my cock gently at first, turning her hand slightly as she moved up and down the shaft. It was amazing. I found myself rubbing her back letting my hand fall to her hips and following the curves of her plump ass. She moved her hand faster along my shaft as I rubbed and squeezed her. She moved closer to me. I could feel her breath on my ears as she whispered, "I love you baby."With that a stream of warm cum burst from my cock. I looked into her eyes. All I could say was "I love you too" and then I kissed her. 

It was electric. It was like no other kiss I'd had before. She pulled her hand from my pants and cover my erection then looked up to me.

I said, "I'd like to see you again."

"Of course you will."

"No, I mean, I want to take you out again." She looked at me as though it was some kind of joke. "Really, I would."

"I would like that."

"So would I mom."

We finished watching the movie. I couldn't tell you what it was about. All I could think about was our next date and where to take her.