13 comments/ 39106 views/ 64 favorites The Lengths One Will Go To... By: mythtrav16 Joe stepped through the door of Sean's apartment in his forty thousand dollar designer suit, fashionably late, as always. He walked through the grand living room and found his friend precisely where he expected him to be; monkeying around with that huge contraption he'd built in the apartment's second bedroom. Contraption was an adequate description as it was more than just a powerful computer. Sean was lying down on the floor, his head inside the legspace of the desk that had become part of the massive machine's structure. He was balancing a laptop on his belly and had a digital multimeter resting beside him. Both devices were attached to the large machine by multiple wires. "Any luck?" Joe asked, in a caring tone. Sean huffed in frustration. "I... I found an anomaly in the memory bus feeds. It has structure, like a subroutine... I don't know where it came from... It shouldn't be there," Sean answered. Joe nodded solemnly, remaining polite despite his disdain for technical babble, even if he understood it, which in this case he did not. "Jeez, Sean, you're not even dressed!" Joe sighed. "What?" Sean asked in a slightly offended tone. He ran his eye briefly over his track pants and rumpled t-shirt sporting a clever joke about binary math on the front, before turning his attention back to the line of circuit boards he was examining. "We're going to check out Trovila? That new exclusive bar?" Joe reminded his absent-minded friend. "There's no way in hell they're gonna let you in like that! Where's that new suit we got you last month?" "That was tonight?" Sean inquired in a disbelieving tone. "Yes, Sean," Joe replied. "I thought we were going Friday?" Sean argued. "It IS Friday," Joe responded with a chuckle, as Sean crossed the boundary between frustrating and absurd. "Come on, get dressed, man, Constance is waiting down in the car..." "Y'know, I wrote a new program to do a diagnostic on the motive processors this afternoon. I was kind of hoping to run through it tonight, so why don't you guys just go ahead without me?" Sean asked, sheepishly admitting he'd forgotten all about his promise to his old friend. "No way in hell are you backing out of this, man," Joe asserted without missing a beat. "You swore you were coming out with us tonight. Besides, you've been working on that thing..." "Her name is Casey," Sean insisted, defensively. "Fine," Joe acknowledged indignantly. "You've been working on Casey non-stop for four days! Face it, man, you need a break! Maybe a little recreation will clear your head, or something," he offered, trying to sound wise. "Come on, get dressed and we'll hit the town," Joe walked over to Sean, physically lifted the laptop off of his belly and offered him a hand up. He knew that a pro-active approach was the only way he would actually get Sean to abandon his work for a few hours. Sean eyed Joe's hand sceptically for a second, before taking it with a conceding sigh. After Joe helped him up, Sean turned towards the large, humming machine. "Me and Joe are going out for a few hours, Cas... oh," he said by force of habit, before remembering that the large machine had mysteriously become dormant four days ago. Joe put his arm comfortingly around his friend's shoulder as he escorted him off to his bedroom to change for their night out. The Lengths One Will Go To... She was sitting at the bar, some clear beverage in her hand, her gaze directed at no particular point on the bar's back wall. But then, by sheer good fortune, she turned her head and noticed Sean staring at her. Her entrancing brown eyes met with his and her mouth curved upwards in a welcoming smile. "Hi," she mouthed with her tender lips. A shiver of excitement danced up Sean's spine. He was about to respond to the lovely creature in kind when Joe interrupted. "...So whaddaya think? Sean?" Joe asked. To what he was referring, Sean had no idea. "Hmm?" Sean mumbled, turning his attention back to Joe. "I said..." Joe began, turning his head to see what had been distracting Sean. He paused briefly as he noticed the attractive young woman. "Whoa..." he blurted, "Is she a stunner! You have taste, my friend, you have taste. So you gonna go chat her up solo, or do you want a wing man?" Sean turned his gaze back to the unknown woman and was disheartened to see that another guy had already pounced upon her. He was standing on her far side, attempting to charm her. Sean was so disappointed, he hadn't even noticed that the woman was brushing her would-be suitor away like an annoying fly. "You really have a one track mind, Joe," Sean replied in a sarcastic tone, acting as if he had felt no special attraction to the woman. "Don't go pretending that you're not interested," Joe countered, seeing through his friend's ruse, "I know that look, man, I've been using it myself ever since my voice broke. Admit it; you're sweet on that little honey." "Excuse me," a smooth feminine voice interrupted. Sean, Joe and Constance turned their heads and were shocked to find the woman they'd been talking about standing just in front of their booth, drink in hand. "Sorry to bother you," the attractive female continued, "but I'm a bit of a neat freak. I couldn't help but notice that you've got two people sitting on one side and only one on the other. I was wondering if perhaps I could join you to even things out?" She spoke in a facetious tone and with a sly smirk that eliminated any doubt about her statement being a flimsy pretext. The jaws of all three people in the booth fell slack. "Oh my god," Joe chuckled loudly, scarcely able to believe the radical change in Sean's luck with women. "Please... do," he answered with a broad smile, gesturing towards the empty space beside his friend. "Thanks," the woman responded, before slipping deftly in to the booth. Sean's heart started racing as she sat down right beside him. It beat even faster when the enigmatic beauty's arm brushed against his own as she rested her drink on the table. She was flashing him a friendly smile the entire time that made Sean feel like he was ready to melt. Moments after she was sitting comfortably, Sean's gaze dipped impulsively down the low neckline of her dress and stopped for a second upon her admirable display of cleavage, before he realised what he was doing and quickly turned his eyes back to her face. An understanding smirk flashed across the woman's face, suggesting that she didn't mind him sneaking a peek. Sean chuckled awkwardly. "I'm Joe, this is Constance, and that chatterbox over there is my man Sean," Joe introduced. "Rebecka," the beauty replied with a smile. Rebecka sat with the group for over two hours, her obvious interest in Sean never cooling throughout the entire evening. The mood at the table was bright and lively, with an enjoyable conversation being perpetuated for the duration of their stay. Joe and Sean somehow got in to a competition about who could tell the most embarrassing highschool story about the other, which produced a symphony of laughter from the two women. Early on, it became quite apparent that, along with her physical allure, Rebecka was also quite intelligent. And as it turned out, she was in a similar line of work to the two gentlemen, as Sean was told that she developed robotics when he inquired about her job. As the night progressed, he became more and more smitten with this intriguing woman. Although Sean didn't realise it at the time, Joe had been right; he was enjoying himself so much that he hadn't thought about Casey once since Rebecka had joined them. As the hour hand crept closer to twelve, Joe explained (untruthfully) to Rebecka that the group had planned to head back to Sean's place for some more drinks and he invited her to join them. It was an offer that Rebecka was not about to pass up. Joe phoned his limo driver and instructed him to be outside the bar in five minutes. Sean settled the group's bill (insisting on paying for Rebecka's drinks) and then they left. When the group returned to Sean's apartment, Joe suggested that Sean open a bottle of fine red wine that he knew his friend kept. Sean had bought the bottle several years ago to share with Joe when Optimal Coding's net worth surpassed five billion dollars. As it turned out, the company celebrated the milestone with a massive corporate party, making a private celebration between the two founders unnecessary. Seconds after Sean had uncorked the bottle, Joe loudly announced that he'd completely forgotten that he and Constance were booked on a midnight flight to Paris, and the couple politely excused themselves, leaving Sean alone with Rebecka. Being left to fly solo made Sean somewhat nervous. He had hoped he would get to be alone with Rebecka, but he didn't expect Joe to abandon him so soon. It had been over two years since his last date, and Sean was afraid his charm might have been rusty. Rebecka was waiting happily in Sean's living room when he stepped out of the kitchen with two glasses of red wine. She didn't seem to have been fazed by the sudden departure of their company. "You have a lovely view," she complemented with a smile as she accepted the glass her host was offering. "May I?" she asked, gesturing towards the balcony door. "Of course," Sean responded. Rebecka lead the way out to the enormous balcony with Sean close behind. As she stepped over to the concrete handrail to admire the view, Sean closed the glass door behind him, so as to keep the cool air out of the apartment. When he turned around, he noticed Rebecka was holding one of her bare arms with the opposite hand, as if she was cold. Sean removed his jacket and chivalrously placed it around her shoulders. "Thanks," she said, with a smile that filled Sean with more warmth than any piece of clothing ever could. They stood in silence together for a minute or two, sipping their wine as they stared across the sea of orange tungsten lights and white flurescents, before Rebecka sighed. "It really is beautiful, isn't it?" she said. "Yeah, I suppose it is," Sean agreed, having never really taken time to enjoy the nighttime view from his own balcony before. Standing close to her, he became aware of a subtle and very pleasant perfume that Rebecka was wearing. He hadn't detected it earlier, because it had been masked by Constance's more potent, but far less appealing fragrance. "It's easy to see why moths are so drawn to the lights, isn't it? That's where all the action is. Most of the city is turning in for the night... falling asleep, but there are still some stories in progress out there. Maybe an office assistant pulling an all-nighter to impress a boss he looks up to... A new mother who's just been woken up because it's time for a midnight feeding... A cop on the graveyard shift waking up and getting ready for work..." Rebecka mused. "A couple of strangers getting to know each other. Maybe not quite sure what to say next..." Sean offered. "...But somehow making it work, nonetheless," Rebecka added in an encouraging tone, before taking another sip of her wine. "Even shrouded in darkness, this city is so full of life. It's beautiful," she said. Sean nodded, a smile crossing his face as he pondered such a romantic interpretation of a landscape that was mostly gaunt and artificial. "So tell me; If you were a moth, and had all those lights to chose from, what would you most like to see?" he asked. A moment later, he felt a warm feminine hand being placed upon his cheek, guiding his gaze over to Rebecka so that she could give him her answer; a long, decisive kiss. By the time her lips eventually pulled away from his, a level of heat had built up in Sean's body that made him feel like he was two seconds from spontaneously combusting. She shot him a lingering glance that was heavy with implication as she strolled leisurely over to the door and back in to the apartment. Sean stood at the edge of the balcony for several seconds, in a state of euphoric shock, before a voice in his mind suggested that the stunning woman wanted him to follow her. As Sean stepped back inside, Rebecka made her way in to the master bedroom, flashing him a mischievous smile as she disappeared from view. He stepped lively over to the bedroom, his body tingling with anticipation. Rebecka was standing beside the bed and had already removed Sean's jacket when he entered the room. Her half-full wineglass was sitting by the clock radio on the nightstand. Sean subconsciously placed his own glass of wine upon a nearby chest of drawers and stepped over to the enchanting creature, gently drawing her closer for a second kiss. As their lips danced slowly but intently across each other, Sean gently caressed the side of her head. When the kiss ended, Sean began to pull away, but Rebecka quickly leaned forward and kissed him again, with a little more passion, this time. As they kissed, Sean felt Rebecka beginning to unbutton his eight thousand dollar shirt (that he had only bought at Joe's insistence), starting from the collar and working her way down. The motions of her hands were not urgent; they were calm, yet assertive, much as her demeanour had been all night. Even when the last button was undone, Rebecka did not rush to finish their increasingly enjoyable kiss. It did not last forever, though. Rebecka pulled away from Sean slowly, and turned her back to him. "Unzip me?" she asked. Sean was only too eager to comply and pulled the zipper of her dress down slowly, partially to maintain the arousing pace of their foreplay, partially to prevent it from snagging. Gradually, as the sides of the zip fell apart, Sean a caught sight of her white bra strap, and more of the smooth creamy skin of her back. The zip was almost entirely undone when Sean noticed a small rough patch of skin on the right side of her back... and also on the left, in exactly the same place! Two scars, about an inch long each, roughly over her kidneys. When the zip was undone, Rebecka slipped the slackened straps of the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her white bra, panties and shoes. She soon took care of the latter, slipping her feet out of the shoes and the dress all at once. Sean continued to stare at the unsightly scars on Rebecka's back. They were too small to be from a transplant. They almost looked like the aftermath of removed tattoos. Rebecka turned her head to gaze back at Sean, with desire in her eyes. The playfulness retreated from her expression, ever so slightly, when she noticed the pensive look upon Sean's face. It didn't take her long to realize what he was puzzling over. "They're from a procedure I needed when I was little," she explained in a warm voice. "Oh," Sean replied, his curiosity only partially satisfied. He was eager to know more, but at the moment, he was even more eager to know Rebecka, in the biblical sense. It would take a lot more than two little inches of imperfect skin to cool his ardor for such a captivating woman. "Don't worry," Rebecka laughed, as she turned to face him in near-naked glory, "I'm perfectly healthy. You don't have to be gentle with me... if you don't want to." Sean chuckled, Rebecka's playful attitude putting him at ease, somewhat. She got the pre-coital ritual back on track by giving him another long, tender kiss. Sean's lips were still closed, but did not resist when Rebecka pushed her tongue between them. Teasingly, she did not stray more than a fraction of an inch past his teeth, as if beckoning him to meet her half way. Sean got the message and began brushing the tip of his tongue over hers. One of Sean's hands was softly caressing her body, timidly venturing no lower than her shoulders, as he wasn't used to the delightful feel of smooth feminine skin. His other hand had just begun to unzip his fly when Rebecka took it in her gentle grasp and drew it over to her own body. She placed his hand upon her panties and began to guide it slowly down her mons and completely across her privates. Sean silently admonished himself for being so eager, remembering that just because he was 'ready' didn't mean that his partner was, too. To his surprise, though, he soon felt Rebecka unzipping his fly herself. Taking his cue from her, Sean began to rub her sex backwards and forwards. His motions provoked soft moans from her almost immediately. With each stroke, his fingers pressed into her most enticing flesh more firmly. Before long, he could feel copious moisture seeping through the thin cotton cover and filling the narrow valleys between his fingers. Rebecka's lips drifted absently away from his, but Sean continued to kiss and nuzzle the side of her gorgeous face. Once she had tended to his belt, Rebecka let gravity deal with her host's pants while she slipped her hand inside his briefs and found her prize, long and hard. She closed her fingers around his shaft and began to tenderly work his organ, stripping any lingering hints of softness away from his cock within the first few strokes. "Oh yeah," Sean murmured, as a consuming buzz of pleasure began to permeate the length of his rod. After a while, he grew tired of the texture of Rebecka's panties and decided to slip his hand inside. His fingers were teased and tickled by the thin field of hair at the base of her mons, before discovering her unveiled sex. He resumed caressing her snatch, simply rubbing his fingers over her nether lips to begin with, and then slipping a finger between them. After a while, and several encouraging coos from Rebecka, Sean had a flashback from his sex-Ed classes and remembered that females had an epicenter of sexual pleasure. He moved his saturated fingers around a little and soon found her clit, which he proceeded to gently stroke. Rebecka's little noises of appreciation instantly doubled in volume. Apparently, Rebecka's sensitive nub did not need much teasing as the attractive woman began to back away from her enamoured host after only a few seconds of clitoral stimulation. Her eyes were fixed on his, her delectable lips parted slightly in a playful smirk. She reached up towards her sternum and began to unlatch the clasp on the front of her bra with a teasing lack of haste. By the time she actually began to (oh so slowly) spread the cups apart, she had backed several feet away from Sean. A subtle sense of loss began to develop in Sean as Rebecka drifted out of his reach. It seemed that her desire was not to introduce her breasts as individual features, but to illustrate how well they accentuated the shape of her entire, ravishing body. Sean's heart began to race again as he got his first glimpse of her gorgeous, naked mammaries. Each a mound of the most yielding flesh, with eye-catching pink nipples, soft in both texture and tone that pointed ever so slightly upward, almost staring Sean right in the eyes. Shallow but defined creases marked perfectly round outlines around the enticing orbs, starting from her armpits and curving all the way over to her sternum. As Rebecka had seemingly planned, Sean's mind fixated on her luscious breasts for only a moment before appreciating her hot, nearly naked body as a whole. Without pause, Rebecka began to slip her damp panties off the second she was free of her bra. As the thin covering of white lace descended from around her private opening, Sean's overindulged eyes were treated to the sight of Rebecka's womanly vee, it's shaped sculpted by her silky thighs pressing in to her lithe pubic flesh. A sparse field of light brown hair covered her lovely mons. With his sexy guest now standing before him buck naked, Sean found himself stuck in a state of mindless gawking. It had been a long time since he had let loose his load within a woman's body and (apart from the two occasions that Joe had taken him out to a strip club) he had never had a woman undress herself so sensuously for him. She trailed her hands up along the sides of her body, almost to her armpits, giving her breasts a brief lift along the way. Sean mumbled quietly, as if he wanted to respond, but couldn't find the words. Rebecka was so naturally attractive that the sight of her naked, alone, would have been enough to overwhelm him. Add to that the mix of female perfume and female arousal in the air and Sean had no chance. His cock throbbed with the desire to burrow deep into her luscious sex, but apart from that, Sean was at a loss as to how to respond to the wonderful situation. Rebecka strolled back over to her fully erect host with an affectionate smirk. She ran her fingers up his pecks before removing his unbuttoned shirt, with moderate assistance from Sean. She felt his heart beating wildly and chuckled softly. "Relax," she said in a warm voice. She pressed her lips upon his in a long, open-mouthed kiss. Sean certainly did know how to respond to that. By the time it was over, Rebecka had apparently shaken Sean from his amorous trance. His heart rate had dropped by a few beats, as well. "You don't need to think about it... the pleasure just happens," she offered. "Just enjoy yourself, nature will do the rest." Rebecka began to massage his shoulders as she moved in for another kiss. Meanwhile, Sean began to simultaneously remove his underwear and step out of his shoes. After the briefs were gone, the socks were next. Within seconds, he was naked, except for his wristwatch. When the kiss ended, Rebecka pulled away slowly and gazed in to Sean's eyes, a warm smile on her face. A sense of delighted musing seemed to wash over her and she gently exhaled a deep breath. Sean's protruding maleness gravitated instinctively towards Rebecka's tender snatch. His entire body began to subconsciously edge closer to hers, closing the short distance between them. He reached forward slowly with one hand, his motion a little unsure, and grasped a breast, ever so gently. The intent in Rebecka's gaze did not falter in the slightest, and so Sean began to slowly knead the supple mound. Rebecka responded with a sound that was halfway between a purr and a chuckle – the kind a woman lets out when she is briefly tickled. The tip of Sean's rod pressed itself in to her yielding mons, and Sean felt a new wave of desire surge through him. His masculine shaft had felt the caress of Rebecka's flesh, and now his desire was too powerful to rein in. He dove in quickly to steal another delicious kiss and Rebecka met him half way. As their lips ardently adored each other, Rebecka placed her hands on Sean's hips and guided him around until his back was to the bed. She pressed her bare hips firmly upon his rod as the passion of their kiss came to a head. Then she moved her hands on to Sean's shoulders and pushed him gently down until he was sitting on the side of the bed. She leaned over him, placing her ample breasts only inches from his face. Taking the hint, Sean began to kiss and suckle the nearest, allowing his tongue to sample the euphoric taste of her velvety soft areola. She made that same delighted chuckle upon the first kiss, causing her breasts to jiggle slightly. She soon felt Sean's fingers trailing gently across the surface of her other breast. He fondled the entire mound a couple times with a broad grasp, before stroking his thumb over and over the skin around the nipple, while his other fingers massaged the top and inner side of the youthful breast. The delicious mammaries seemed to have a low threshold for affection, as Sean had only been playing with them a few seconds before her areolae contracted to the size of pennies, and her previously shallow nipples became raised and remarkably hard. Sean's tongue found great amusement in briskly tickling the firm nipple he was suckling on. After a few more seconds, the building pleasure in her breasts prompted Rebecka to quietly moan. The Lengths One Will Go To... She began to reciprocate his affection by running her fingers through his hastily-combed hair, quickly returning it to the messy look it typically bore. Her other hand was firmly rubbing her labia, busily attempting to placate the hunger of her loins. But her desire was uncompromising. Within a couple of minutes of first offering her breasts to Sean, Rebecka had been overwhelmed by temptation. She lifted her legs, one at a time, off the fine carpet, and on to the mattress; one on either side of Sean. Then she came down to rest her weight on his lap, throwing her hips forward in the process and sending them colliding with Sean's belly, mashing his upright, rock-hard penis in between them. When her lovely breasts pulled away from his face, Sean took a second to catch his breath. He became aware that Rebecka's roasting womanhood was so close to his eager cock and it suddenly dawned on him that he didn't have any condoms in the house. His romantic life had been so lacklustre, he hadn't felt the need to buy any protection since he moved into the apartment three years ago. "I don't suppose... you have any rubbers in your purse?" Sean gasped, as he wantonly kissed and nuzzled the side of her lovely neck. "No," Rebecka declared in an indifferent tone. Sean's admittedly remote hope had been dashed, but his amorous body showed no intention of stopping, even though he knew in his mind that he should. Several seconds later, he had managed to control his raging lust enough to stop kissing her, although his arms were still holding her body to his with all their might. With every deep breath, his nose drew in more of the entrancing perfume that floated around her neck. It was a smell that conveyed a powerful message; "I am female. I am warmth. I am orgasmic ecstasy." Sean could not resist her fragrant offer. "It's okay," she assured him in a breathy voice before nibbling his ear. "We don't need them." "Bu..." Sean began in half-hearted protest, as Rebecka raised her hips and touched the slick lips of her privates against the tip of his rod. "In a few seconds," she interrupted, "you won't care." Before she had even finished speaking, she had pressed her yielding labia over the head of his cock and taken him in to her sex. Sean's eyes clenched shut as her hot canal slid down the length of his maleness, drowning out every other thought and sensation in his body with its tight pleasure. Rebecka's arms tensed around his back and her jaw began to tremble as his cock inched deeper and deeper in to her wanton body. The walls of her snatch were pushed aside without compromise as Sean filled her with more delectable maleness than she thought her dainty nether valley could possibly contain. Once the initial system shock of penetration had subsided, Sean could hear the alarm bells ringing in his mind. Rebecka was, obviously, the kind of woman who would sleep with strangers, and was evidently not a devout practitioner of safe sex. How could he rely on her being healthy? The situation was a disturbing deviation from Sean's highly-sensible nature, to say the least. But his cock was mired in paradise and it wasn't about to leave until it had fulfilled its purpose. Rebecka began to raise and lower her hips in ever so subtle movements, and any last hope Sean had of stopping the encounter was rapidly extinguished. Despite not even being aware of them, Rebecka soon tended to Sean's uneasy thoughts with a tender, open-mouthed kiss. The taste of her warm lips was so satiating that within a few seconds, his worries had been reduced to a negligible sense of discomfort lingering in the back of his mind. He slipped a hand around the small of her back as he surrendered to his primal urges and began to caress her butt and the skin just above, in time with her motions. His fingers were spread wide, caressing both cheeks simultaneously, while his middle finger slipped in and out of the valley in between. Rebecka made several breathy sighs that vaguely sounded like the words, "Oh yeah," as she continued to rise and descend upon his towering manhood. Her motions remained slow; her body was still adjusting to the sensation of Sean's rod filling her, probing her, teasing her most sensitive depths. Sean was grateful for the tranquil start to their sex. Perhaps it was due to the absence of a condom (he had never fooled around without one before), but his cock had never felt such tightness. By now he'd realized that Rebecka would well and truly wear him out before the night was done. He had a growing urge to begin thrusting his maleness into her snatch as quickly and forcefully as he could, reaping every last drop of blinding ecstasy from her gorgeous body in a fit of lust. But on the other hand, he had no desire to lose his load within the next fifteen seconds, and so for the moment, he let his partner do the work, while he mused on his desires. He was shaken from his racy imaginings by a feminine hand gently grabbing his own. She guided his idle paw back on to her breast. Sean eagerly took the hint and resumed kneading and caressing the ample orb, and occasionally pressing the erect nipple into the supple tissue. His eyes had remained closed since she had mounted him. But as Rebecka moved her hand on to his shoulder, via a slow caress of his entire arm, Sean relaxed a little and allowed them to open. He found himself the target of a desirous gaze and playfully smirk, which together gave Rebecka a very sexy expression. She leaned forward to kiss him again, closing her eyes during, but shooting him that same inviting look as she pulled back afterwards. Her gaze remained fixed upon him, her wild eyes betraying her intention to screw him as he had never been screwed before. But when the motion of Sean's maleness became too distracting, Rebecka let her eyes fall shut and her head drift. She began to moan loudly. By now the primal dance was well under way and her gyrations had grown considerably in both depth and speed. Sean had also become more dynamic and was instinctively rocking his butt on the mattress to increase their mutual pleasure. It took him some time to match her rhythm though, and for a while his cock would follow her slick womanhood as it lifted away, making the interaction of their privates less intense. However once he got the hang of it, the pair discovered a new level of bliss as the head of his adamant rod pushed through the entire length of her vagina with every cycle. "Oh, yeah! Ooooh fuck yeah! Oooh don't stop.... Yeah!" Rebecka moaned in encouragement. Had Sean's expensive apartment not come with soundproofed bedrooms, she would have surely roused one or two of his neighbors. She began to grind her hips hard against Sean's every time she lifted away, giving her gyrations a kind of 'rolling' motion. "Oh, god! Oh my god!" Sean growled repeatedly, in a much quieter voice, as he struggled to keep his sperm from spilling into Rebecka's luscious body. While her partner fought a losing internal battle, Rebecka had surrendered to the euphoric tempest surging from her loins. As she felt the buzz of impending climax begin to seep through every muscle, she transformed in to a mindless kissing machine. She thrust herself passionately upon her lover and began to adore him relentlessly with her lips, not seeming to care if she was kissing lip, cheek or nostril. Occasionally she would pause, but only long enough to catch her breath or let out an appreciative moan. Sean tried to weather the barrage of affection, but he was helpless against the amount of raw sexuality that Rebecka was lavishing upon him. His anxious maleness was ready to blow its load at any moment. He moved his hands from her ass and chest to the sides of her hips and began to guide her gyrations. "Are you 'bout to come?" he gasped, in a brief instance where his lips were free from hers. The urgency in his voice was obvious. "OOOOOOH! I'm coming! I'm coming!" she cried in response, much to Sean's relief. She lunged forward one last time to kiss and suck on her partner's lips in an amorous frenzy, as she let him guide her grinding hips to a mind-blowing climax. "Oh Fuck!" Sean yelled, as his cock became a mighty geyser that painted the walls of her womb with lashings of male seed. A shockwave of rapture shot through his nervous system, causing virtually every muscle to tense and strain. His hands returned to her buttocks and squeezed them firmly, while pulling her heavenly abdomen closer. The weight of his body lifted off the mattress as his hips pushed his ejaculating manhood all the way inside her welcoming snatch. Rebecka's lips languidly slipped away from Sean's as orgasm consumed her body. Her scalding womanhood tightened uncontrollably around his maleness, in an instinctive effort to milk him of every last drop. "AAAAAAAAAHHH!!!! OOOOOH YEAH!!! OOOOOOH, I LOVE IT!!!" she moaned loudly, right to Sean's face, as her cheek rested against his. Her legs wrapped around his torso, and the embrace of her arms became more ardent; one curled tightly around his back, the other sent its fingers plowing through his hair. Her lover had her hips locked in an unshakeable grasp, but that didn't deter Rebecka from rocking them back and forth as much as she could, to maintain some degree of motion between their sex organs. Every shift of his cock mad during her orgasm, however subtle, felt truly wonderful. Then the two naked strangers sat there on the edge of the bed for several seconds, virtually motionless; a duet singing a wordless hymn of carnal abandon. Both of them, so elegantly dressed only minutes beforehand, so cerebral in their conversation, had been reduced to incoherent masses of sheer indulgence by the erotic touch of the opposite sex. Eventually, Sean's desperate embrace began to quiver slack. His body had been depleted of both strength and semen. He fell backwards on to the soft mattress, pulling Rebecka, whose arms were still wrapped around his torso, down with him. It was somewhat uncomfortable at first, as Rebecka's legs were still encircling his lower body and the weight of his lower back was upon her calves. But he soon felt her pulling them out from under him. He summoned what little strength he had left to lift his weight off of her legs as much as he could, to make it easier for her. Once they had achieved a more comfortable position together, the two lovers relaxed and caught their breath. "Oooooh... I can't believe we just did that," Rebecka sighed. "Me either," Sean replied with heavy breath. A mild sinking feeling grew in his stomach as it occurred to him what they had just done. Unprotected sex... with a total stranger! Rebecka's body had been perfectly moulded to rock the world of whomever she slept with, but Sean couldn't help but worry that the ecstasy may have come at a cost to his health. Though, as unnerving as the situation was to a cautious man like Sean, his concerns had to contend with a wicked sense of post-coital contentment. Before long, the regrettable possibilities had been dismissed to the back of his mind, where they could not spoil the moment. "I guess if a moth was watching that, he would've had a heart attack!" Sean joked. "You're probably right," Rebecka chuckled. "But what a way to go!" "Yeah," Sean smirked. When her breathing had slowed somewhat, Rebecka once more felt an overwhelming urge to kiss Sean incessantly. Without opening her eyes, she let her lips drift aimlessly across the near side of his face for a while, padding warm affection wherever they went. Unlike the wild kisses she had given him while they mated, these were soft and slow, as if she was savouring every taste of his delicious skin. After a while, her lips seemed to tire of wandering and sought out a cosy home to settle upon. She gently placed a hand on Sean's cheek and turned his face towards her. Then she pressed their mouths together and began delighting him with sizzling intimacy. Her fingers lazily teased his hair, as their lips writhed slowly against each other in bursts of renewed interest. What they shared was either an unbroken chain of sensuous kisses, or a single, protracted gesture of profound attraction. Either way, the experience lasted many, many enjoyable minutes. About halfway through, Rebecka began to moan happily as Sean's reciprocation stirred warm feelings throughout her body. Sean had never experienced such tenderness before. In fact, it was starting to seem like he had received more kisses from Rebecka tonight than he had previously had in his entire life. While locked in that intoxicating kiss, he began to wonder what he had done to warrant such ardor from a perfect stranger, for he was no super-hunk. That's when he began to ponder if their meeting really had been a chance encounter. A bar as exclusive as Trovila would've been an ideal hunting ground for a sexy predator aiming to sleep her way in to a rich man's lifestyle. Rebecka had appeared not to know who he was or what he was worth, but that meant nothing. Sean let out a subtle, depressed sigh, as Rebecka's unrelenting kiss only fuelled his suspicions the longer it continued. But at the moment, her motives did not matter. She had already seduced Sean to a point beyond rationality and, for tonight at least, he was at her mercy. Already, her kiss had begun to re-awaken his libido and he felt a renewed craving for the warmth of her womanhood growing in his rod. He manoeuvred his hand up to the side of her face and gently pulled her away from him. "How 'bout we get under the covers?" he suggested, realizing that if they didn't make the effort now, it would become a chore their exhausted bodies would have to endure after their next orgasm. "Okay," Rebecka agreed with a smile. She rolled off of him, playfully stroking her fingers down his chest as she did so. Then she crawled over to the other side of the bed as Sean sat up, flashing him a brief, but clear flash of her ass and glistening femininity, that sent a fresh dose of arousal tingling through his rod. She lifted the cover and blanket and began to slide underneath, giving Sean a tantalizing front-on display of her body as it disappeared beneath the sheets. Her partner admired the erotic show in a daze for a second or two, before remembering that he was free to do much more than simply watch the alluring creature. He grabbed a touchscreen remote from the nightstand and turned the bedroom lighting down to 15%, then hastily climbed under the covers with his lovely guest. Rebecka chuckled at his sudden excitement. Once they were in bed together, the two lovers shuffled towards each other, meeting in the center of the king-sized mattress. They embraced as their bodies met and wasted no time in resuming their kissing. Rebecka's hips pressed gently against Sean's and her warm, yielding breasts were mashed against his chest. She had hooked one of her calves around behind one of his, while her other leg stroked up and down his calf and ankle with her big toe. Sean had slipped a hand around her waist to caress the small of her back and her ass. Their kisses began to quickly build momentum once they had gotten into bed, no longer calmly brushing their lips across each other's, but now assertively declaring their carnal intentions. Sean could feel her pliant mons rocking gently upon the base of his inflating member; a recurring reminder of just how close her exquisite womanhood was, and her unspoken invitation to push his cock inside. His maleness quickly grew to full size and became as firm as a woman could ever want. Rebecka gently worked the stiffening rod between her thighs, until she felt the length of his shaft against her labia. Sean hesitated for a couple of seconds, as if pausing to enjoy the sweet kiss of her nether lips, before drawing his hips back so that the head of his cock was touching her clit. Guiding his manhood only slightly with his hand, Sean slowly thrust his hips forward, filling inch after inch of Rebecka's sexual valley with his manly pole. At this point, Sean's enthusiasm for kissing eclipsed that of his partner. Rebecka's lips pulled away from Sean's and issued a deep purr of arousal, as he penetrated deeper and deeper into her snatch, while the act of coupling seemed to inflame Sean's passion, leaving him hungrily mouthing Rebecka's neck and lower jaw. Sean's hips began to gyrate immediately, setting a larghetto beat for all his other ministrations with the bumping of their pubic flesh. Rebecka placed a hand upon the side of Sean's face and assertively interrupted the plethora of kisses he had been laying upon her neck. She pulled his head back so that they were facing each other, and then gazed at him with a playful smile and conniving eyes that spoke dozens of silent messages. "This is wonderful... Don't stop... All the way inside... Yes, that's the perfect speed... Touch me somewhere hot... Do me from on top... I want to ride you... You belong to me, now... Do whatever you want to me... This doesn't end until you make me come... I am gonna blow your mind... I really like you..." Sean suspected that the last one was just his hopeful imagination. All the same, it was nice to 'hear'. Then, all of a sudden, her lips hurtled towards his and her eyelids fell shut as their kissing resumed in a spontaneous burst of passion. A duet of muffled moans, sighs and huffs followed, as their lips rolled against each other and their tongues ventured forth to tease their partner. Sean's caresses to Rebecka's bare back grew stronger and wider, his palm brushing firmly over the space between her shoulderblades, the upper inches of her ass, and everything in between. His hips heaved against her heavenly sex with waning restraint, indulging his lusty rod in deep lashings of hot, moist womanhood. After a few seconds, Sean shifted his weight and rolled on top of his moaning houseguest. Rebecka wrapped both arms around his back and held his body against hers with unwavering insistence. Then she slowly turned her hips towards the ceiling, presenting her tender snatch to his rigid manhood at an angle that granted him easier and deeper penetration. The tented bedsheets rose and fell, rose and fell as Sean humped the stunning female like a wild animal. Rebecka remained in the submissive position for a while, contentedly letting Sean have his way with her, until her excited body could no longer lay still. She rolled them both back on to their sides and began grinding her shapely hips hungrily upon his. Over the next couple of minutes, the screwing couple rolled all around the large mattress, from their sides, to Rebecka on top, to their sides, to Sean on top, to their sides once again. After a while, it was as if neither was even aware of their orientation any more. Whenever his hand wasn't pinned between his lover and the mattress, Sean continued to firmly caress Rebecka's back. He was so lost in the moment that even the rough segments of scar tissue could not spoil the tactile pleasure of her warm body. Every trace of 'cerebral' Sean had been stripped away by the lively grinding of their hips. He was no longer concerned about how or why this sublime creature was in his bed. Nor did he concern himself with any consequences that might come from their disregard of protection. He did not care how he would feel about this impulsive act tomorrow. All that remained of the computer genius was his raw masculine imperative, to plunge his hardened organ deep inside Rebecka's womanhood and fill her with his seed. As her climax neared, Rebecka absently drifted away from her partner's passionate kisses, freeing her mouth and allowing her to catch her breath. Distracted by the growing pleasure, the two lovers lost pace with each other and their gyrations became unsynchronized. Yet even with chaotic motions, their privates still worked wonderful magic upon each other. The pressure building in Sean's manhood was immense. He tried his best to resist the seductive call of Rebecka's vaginal flesh, but he knew that ejaculation was both inevitable and immanent.