0 comments/ 16199 views/ 3 favorites A Rainy Day By: LatinPashn I woke up early on Saturday, I could smell rain in the air and confirmed by looking out of the large window. I decide that I will stay in today watch a few movies and cook dinner early. I placed on my robe and slide my feet into my slippers, I decide to have some fruit for breakfast and then surf the web. I slice up an apple, pear and some cheese. I placed them nicely around the plate as not to disturb the wedges of cheese in the center. I put down my plate on my computer desk and signed into windows; I checked the daily news alerts and checked my email. Tons of spam but no emails for me, I decide to unsubscribe from each email to hopefully minimize the amount that will appear in my in box tomorrow. After 20 minutes I decide to groom myself, I placed my plate into the sink and headed over to my full length mirror in my bedroom. I glide my caramel colored hands through the tie on my robe and allowed it to drop around my ankles. I love to see myself naked; I never look to criticize but to admire every wrinkle, curve and dimple. I turn to the side first and admire that with such large breast they still look perky; my eyes scan past my stomach and onto my round ass. I smack it for good measure and laugh at the action, my eyes venture down to my thighs and then my ankles and feet. I turn to the back and notice a few stretch marks from gaining that extra 10 pounds, I rub over them lightly a little disappointed but not disgusted. I turned to the front and admired my stomach not flat and ripped but smooth and curvy. I smooth my hands along my stomach and ran my fingers through my mound, I shook my head in agreement with my mind that I needed a trim not bear but cut lower. I stepped out of the robe and walked to the bathroom, I searched in the hutch that was over my toilet and located a fresh shaver and some shaving cream. I ran the tub water and began to first wash off; I lathered up with some Dove cool moisture soap and started to wash my arms and stomach first. I rinsed off and lathered again, I paid special attention to my vagina and anus making sure to wash and rinse with care. As my hand parted my lips I sighed a little at the mild sensation that went into my thighs. I exhaled and started to lather my legs to shave, it took me a few minutes as I was just touching up. I positioned the suction cupped mirror to view my vagina and briefly admired my perfect pussy; to me every woman should admire her body and be proud. I made sure to work the cream into a good lather and started to cover ever inch of hair, I shaved the upper part bear and trimmed the lips and anus. I rinsed and re rinsed to make sure all stray hairs were gone, I unclipped my hair and washed with herbal essences my thick curly hair falling to the middle of my back sent shiver's through my spine. No need to do my nails they were still fresh. It was nearing 12PM and the rain started to pound my skylight harder. The sound of rain drained out all the sounds of the city and made me feel sensual and sexy. Before rubbing myself down with baby oil I lit a few candles and changed my bed sheets, I decided I would explore my body further. I enjoyed adult movies but decided to allow the rain and my imagination to inspire my needs. I grabbed some more fruit and some caramel sauce that was lightly warmed; I brought them to the room and sat them down on the table next to the bed. I positioned the full length mirror to the edge of the bed; last minute idea was to bring out my vibrating suction cup dildo. It wasn't a huge 10 incher but it was a nice thick 7.5 inch cock, I made sure to buy one that had bulging veins throughout. I closed my door I always do it even though I know no one is coming home, I live by myself. I turned off the light and TV but cracked the window and opened the blinds slightly. It was raining so hard no one would see me even if they tried. I lie on the smooth sheets and dropped a little oil onto my stomach the coolness made my stomach pulse. I closed my eyes and envisioned a female leading me to the roof a of major city complex in the pouring rain. The city below bustling, tons of people rushing to get to shelter unaware of the heated passion happening above their heads, as she slipped out of her rain coat and exposed her naked frame she massaged her breast. After her nipples were completely erect she walked ever so seductively to me and gestured to me if it was ok to disrobe me. I nodded and she removed my all black trench raincoat, as the rain hit my body I could feel the drops of rain tease my nipples until they matched the mystery female. As my mind played out my erotic fantasy I rubbed the baby oil over my breast and on my stomach, around to my back and over my round soft ass. I gripped my ass and it sent chills through out my clit, the throbbing made me moan ever so lightly. As I switched back into my fantasy the rain felt as if it got warmer, the mystery female admired my freshly shaven pubic hairs, she directed me without words to the stone stair. Without ever touching my leg she kissed my thighs open, taking a deep breath to smell my pure flowing juices she stuck out her tongue and suckled on my closed lips. I moaned out loud at the intensity I felt with this simple action, she took her thick tongue and glided it into my throbbing and waiting vagina. Before paying attention to my clit she licked around it moistening my clit with a mix of saliva and my natural moisture. I didn't want to cum quickly so I took my time to enter my finger onto my clit, working this part would surly have me cumming in less than five minutes. I folded a firm pillow and positioned my self over the bump; I rubbed myself over the bump back and forth and then side to side. I wanted to pop back into my fantasy but the pleasure I was feeling made me want to experience it without the fake story line. I gyrated my hips and tightened my clit I could feel that internal burning rising in my stomach so I decided enough with the pillow. I took a piece of fruit and dipped into the still warm caramel sauce, I drizzled some onto my breast and stomach the warmth excited my pleasure. I sucked the caramel sauce off the fruit a cool breeze made me feel a chill but the warmth from the fruit made my nipples warm and tingly. Feeling that I was nearing my peek I located the large vibrating dildo and turned the speed on low, I entered into my walls and began to rub my now throbbing clit. The pleasure from the veins of the cock imprinting on my internal walls made me get closer to Cumming. I sat on all fours and positioned myself to see the action in the mirror; I position the dildo on a self made weight and started to ride the cock. I looked in the mirror I ventured to my anus and took my other hand to my clit. I rubbed and humped until I could no longer hold on. I allowed my self to released as I quivered and moaned in pure delight. My body convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure ran through my body. I was so numb from the pleasure that I could no longer ride the cock. I laid down with the penis still large inside my throbbing pussy and drifted off into a restless state, as I drifted off to sleep the penis slipped slowly out of my vagina and in my blissful sleep I smiled as every inch that slipped out gave me a mild sense of pleasure. A Rainy Day Tess could hear the rain's soft pings against the bedroom window. The weatherman had lied once again. She let out a deep sigh, their one day off together in a month and now all of their plans for the day were ruined. She'd had the whole thing worked out, a nice walk to the park, a picnic lunch, then maybe a trip down to see the new Japanese gardens. Still, lying in bed in her matching blue bra and panties, Tess continued to stare out the window. Her blonde hair fell loosely down to her round bottom. She thought about pulling it back, but she didn't have the energy. "No fair. Now what are we gonna do, Love?" She called down the hall to her husband as she stretched her slender body out on the bed. "We could go to a movie or something." "No. Don't feel like sitting for two hours, hun." Grant said, walking into the bedroom still wet from a shower and wearing nothing more than a towel wrapped around his waist. Tess couldn't help but stare at him. Even after 10 years of marriage he still turned her on. She loved to run her hands through the thick mat of silky hair that covered his broad chest, trailing down towards his yummy cock. Maybe they could find something else to do, she thought, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed. Tess made her way across the room to where Grant stood trying to decide what to wear. He smelled clean and slightly soapy. Tess took in a deep breath, pressing herself into his warm back, her hands circling him. Her fingers lightly brushed through his chest hair as she nuzzled against him. "Why don't we just stay in? I'm sure we can find something fun to do here." Tess purred, rubbing herself against him. Her hands caressed his chest, swirling around and playing gently with the wet hairs before they started to make their way down toward the edge of his towel. She tried to rip it off but Grant placed his large hands over hers, rubbing his thumb across the tops gently, he lifted them up and kissed them softly, then let them go. Grant turned around to face her, the front of his towel tenting out, barely covering his erection. "Why don't we play a little game, Love?" He said flashing her one of his mischievous grins. "Do you think you're up for it?" Tess let out a soft moan as her pussy grew wet at his words. She could tell that today would turn out better then she could have planned. She loved it when Grant wanted to play their private games. She knew by the look on his face that he had something really special in mind. Reaching up she gave him a deep kiss in response and then before he could make his first move, she quickly turned and bolted for the bedroom door. Throwing the towel aside, Grant gave chase down the hallway, picking up speed and catching Tess in no time. She gave a squeal as he snagged her around the waist. Kicking, she tried to squirm away from his grasp, but it did little good. Tess soon found herself being lifted in the air and thrown over his shoulder. Kicking and beating him with her hands, Tess tried to get free, but all her efforts earned her was a quick swat on her upturned ass as he made his way back down the hall to the bedroom. Plopping her down on the bed, he moved away to retrieve something in the side table next to the bed. "Don't move," he said sternly as he pulled out a couple of objects, which he carefully laid on the table beside him. His large frame blocked most of her view of the items. Her pussy gave another pulse, and her nipples hardened into small pebbles as she thought of the possibilities and had to fight the need to touch herself. She knew the rules of the game even if she didn't know what they were playing. "Strip, then kneel at the edge of the bed and place your hands out in front of you." Grant commanded as he moved back over to stand in front of the bed, his hard dick pointed straight at her. Tess moved swiftly, stripping off her bra and soaked panties, throwing them off the bed onto the floor. Rising up to her knees, she moved to the edge of the bed, licking her lips as she stared at his massive erection. She reached out to grab a hold of it, wanting to feel the silken skin wrapped under her fingers, but before her hands could touch him, Grant reached out incasing both of her wrists in his hands. Pulling them together, he began to wrap a large ribbon around them, binding them in front of her. A shiver ran down her spine. Fear and excitement surged through her as she watched him tie her up. He made sure the material didn't cut into her before he tried off the end, securing her wrists together facing each other. He stepped back from the bed, spreading his legs apart just enough to steady himself. "Get over here and suck this cock before I have to punish you," he ordered, his voice sending shivers straight to her core. Normally when he used that tone she followed his every command without hesitation, but today she wanted to see just what punishment he had in mind. Giving him an impish grin, knowing that he never made idle threats, Tess shook her head no. The corners of Grant's mouth lifted slightly upward before his face took on his stern expression of dominance again. Reaching out he grabbed her bound wrists, and in one fluid movement he pulled her off the bed roughly and to her feet. A surprised yelp escaped her lips, as she tried to regain her footing. "Punishment it is then," his voice came out husky and smooth, "I am going to enjoy this." Turing them around and moving backwards, he found the end of the bed and sat down, bringing Tess with him, grabbing her around the waist and lifting her onto his lap face down her round ass in the air. "What do you think you're doing" Tess squeaked, trying to wiggle her way back upright. But he had her completely pinned and at his mercy. "Giving you your punishment, I will teach you not to listen to my orders," His voice cracked as the first blow found her naked backside. "The only way for you to get me to stop is to beg me to end it, or if you say the safe word. Understood?" She gave a quick nod before she gave a startled yelp as his hand made contact with the sensitive flesh of her ass for the second time. Before she could protest, another quick blow landed in the same place, followed by another and another. Her backside grew warm, and the sting from his blows grew with each one. She couldn't help but squirm as the blows grew more intense. Her ass burned, but the pain only helped to intensify the growing need between her legs. Switching between her two reddening checks, Grant gave each one the proper amount of attention. His hand made contact again and again, each time with slightly more force than the last. She could feel herself growing wetter and wetter with each smack of his hand. She gave a loud moan as the heat continued to spread from her ass straight to her dripping cunt. She could feel his dick, hard as a rock, pressing into her belly. She wiggled her body against his, loving the feel on his hardness against her. Her body quivered with her growing need for the release that had slowly built itself up, but before she could tip over the peak, his hands came to a sudden stop. Instead of the sharp blows, he slowly caressed her reddened backside. "Beautiful, just beautiful," he managed to sigh, his voice no more than a whisper. His hand continued to stroke her, his fingers moving closer and closer to her dripping snatch. Tess gave a whimper of frustration, her backside tingled and burned but she barely noticed, the heat in her pussy too overwhelming. Grant continued to tease her, barely touching her wet slit before returning to her naked ass for a quick swat. Back and forth he continued his endless assault on her senses, bringing her just to the edge of orgasm but never letting her go over. He moved over her swollen clit, making her moan and wiggle in his lap. His fingers danced across her pussy again. Then, in one quick movement, he thrust two of them deep into her. Tess screamed out as her muscles contracted around his digits, trying to draw them in deeper. Grant held them there for a moment before slowly withdrawing then, only to thrust them in again. The wet sounds of his fingers pushing themselves in and out of her dripping cunt drew another wave of excitement through her. And when his other hand made contact with her recovering ass she almost went over the edge of orgasm. Tess wanted to sob, the pleasure completely overwhelmed her. "Please," Tess managed to gasp out. "I can't take it anymore! I need to cum." "I'm not sure you've been punished enough." "Please, I'm begging you please!" Tears of pleasure and frustration clouded her eyes. Grant gave her clit one hard flick of his thumb as he brought his other hand down one last time, smacking her backside. Tess screamed out as her orgasm crashed down on her. Her body quivered and shook as wave after wave washed over took her. Her pussy contracted around his fingers, milking them like a small cock. Taking in deep breaths, Tess rode out the last waves of pleasure with his fingers still buried within her. When her breathing drew steady she felt Grant slowly remove them. Emptiness replaced his fingers and her pussy pulsed wanting to be filled again. "Now are you going to be a good girl?" Grants husky voice broke the silence. Tess became very aware of the fact his hard penis still pressed into her stomach. She could feel a slight wetness around her navel where his pre-come had gathered. Giving a slight jiggle, she rubbed herself against it, enjoying the feeling. Grant gave a moan as she continued to move her body the best she could. Grant grabbed her by the waist and lifted her upright, setting her down on her knees in front of him. His rigid cock pointed outwards at her. She could see the pre-come dripping from the large, purple head. She licked her lips, and moved closer to him as he spread his legs apart allowing her better access. Thankful that her hands were bound in the front, she used them to her advantage as she took his shaft in between her palms. Slowly at first, she moved them in a rhythmic motion up and down. She knew that he would grow impatient with the slowness of movements, but she wanted to enjoy the feeling of him. She always loved the feeling his stiff erection wrapped under her fingers. Savoring one last feel of him in her hands, she let go of him only to take him into her warm, wet mouth. Using her tongue, she ran it over the head, making sure to lick every part of the sensitive tip. She felt him shudder as he reached out to run his fingers thru her hair, holding it up out of her way and giving him a perfect view of her working his pole in her mouth. Her lips parted as she took as much of him in as she could, working her tongue along the underside. Her head bobbed up and down, taking him in deeper into her throat. She knew that he wouldn't last long if she kept it up, but she enjoyed it so much she couldn't stop herself. She could hear his breathing growing louder and more uneven. He gently pushed her head downwards on his shaft before he lightly pulled her off of him. She looked at him questioningly, wondering why he'd stopped her. "As much as I enjoyed that, I don't want to end it in your mouth this time." Grant answered before she asked. "I have something else in mind." Standing up, he moved around to help her off her knees and bent her over the bed with her red ass facing upwards. "Move your legs apart and brace yourself on your elbows and don't forget to keep that sweet ass in the air," he said, moving behind her. He reached over and grabbed a small bottle from the night table. He poured some into his hands before throwing it onto the bed. She felt him rubbing her slit and anus with the slick liquid. Her legs shook slightly as she felt him probing the muscles of her rectum. Slowly, he circled the area, using the one of his large fingers, testing the tight hole as he carefully worked one into her. He allowed her time adjust slightly before working a second finger inside, stretching her. Her breath came in short sprints as she willed her body to relax and allow him deeper. A third finger joined the other two, the pleasure and pain mingling together until she couldn't tell one from the other. Slowly, he began to move his fingers in and out of her taut ass, picking up speed as the muscles relaxed. He continued to work the hole until it loosened up enough to his liking. Pulling out bit by bit, he gave a loud groan as he moved his cock head to the stretched entrance. "Take a deep breath and relax for me baby," he managed to grunt out. Doing as he said, she felt the tip probing her hole before it started to push its way inside little by little. Her sphincter burned and expanded around him, but not so much so that she would stop him. The fullness felt strange but not completely uncomfortable. Inch by inch he worked his way into her tunnel until his balls rested against her pussy. He held himself there for a moment, not moving, and then he leisurely withdrew until just the head remained inside before he pushed it back in, quicker this time. Again he pulled out almost all the way out before pounding back into her. Again and again he began to move fast and with more force. Her ass shook as he slammed into her repeatedly. She had to brace herself on her arms to keep from falling forward with his powerful plunge. She pushed herself back against him, drawing him deeper in and keeping herself upright. She could hear his grunts and groans as he continued his relentless pace. She felt her empty twat contract as she grew more and more excited. She wished that he could be in both places at once, filling her completely. As if reading her thoughts, Grant reached down and thrust three of his fingers into her aching snatch. He started alternating his thrusts, when his finger plunge inward cock pulled out and when his cock push in he pulled his fingers back. Tess could feel her orgasm building, and she knew that it wouldn't be long. Panting and moaning, Tess experienced the first wave crash over her as Grant pull his finger out of her pussy and slam his cock hard into her one last time before she felt the rush of his hot jizz deep within her ass. He let out a loud rumble as he continued to shoot a steady stream of his cum into her until it began to leak out and down her thighs. Grant rested his head on her back as they both fought to catch their breath. His softening prick slid away of her, and a steady stream began to flow out. Pulling himself upright, Grant moved away and left the room, returning a second later with a wet wash cloth. Moving over beside her again, Grant dropped to his knees behind her. Using the warm cloth he carefully cleaned her up, his fingers teasing her just a little. Finishing, Grant gave her butt a light kiss before he rose up and plopped himself down onto the bed, pulling Tess with him. She rested her head lightly on his soft chest as she held out her hands for him to untie. Stretching out beside him, Tess glanced out the window. "I don't believe it. It's stopped raining," Tess laughed "Hey we could still squeeze in that picnic...OR.... we could have another go inside." Tess gave Grant a silly grin before rolling over on top him. Maybe they still had time for a picnic, later. Tess chuckled. Talk about the best laid plans. The End A Rainy Day Encounter Lilith stepped out into the street, shoeboxes under both arms, new red four inch stiletto mules on her feet. She had been dying for these shoes. Saving her pennies from her little teacher's salary for months to buy them, knowing that they would make her shapely legs look longer with her short red leather skirt. They certainly weren't work shoes. She couldn't meet parents in them, or teach in them, but they were just perfect for dancing the night away. She stood there for what seemed the longest time, trying to hail a cab, certainly difficult to do with the shoeboxes, wishing now she had gotten a larger shopping bag, when it began to rain. Little drops at first playing at the sheer blouse she wore. She dropped the shoeboxes on the curb and reached into her bag for her umbrella... oh damn, it was at work, in her bottom desk drawer... how typical not to have it handy when she needed it. Suddenly, the heavens opened and she was drenched in an instant. The sheer pink fabric clung to her white lace demi-bra and her black skirt was no longer draped nicely over her shapely bottom, instead, it was plastered against her thighs revealing the fact that she had on stockings and not ordinary pantyhose. She felt like everyone on the avenue was watching her every move as she grabbed up the boxes and ran for cover under the nearest awning. "Well what do I do now," she muttered under her breath. I could call Jamie to come and pick me up but I don't want to get her out in the rain with the kids, no, no, she shook her head, better not do that. She looked up at the storefront, "Rainyday Books". Oh, how appropriate, she thought as she entered the store. The bell tinkled on the door to signal that she had entered the store. She looked around cautiously not seeing anyone there behind the counter. Finally she decided to put her boxes on one of the tables in the little cafe area. "Hello..." she called out. There was no answer. She took some napkins from the napkin holder on the little table and began to wipe some of the raindrops from her face. Carefully looking around she opened her blouse and dabbed at the little valley between her ample breasts. Opening the blouse further she took another napkin and wiped at the moist dewy drops that had made their way through the blouse to the tops of her breasts. The demibra she had picked out that day certainly didn't cover much. Well, she thought, this is going to take more than napkins. Just then from around the corner came a voice calling out to her, "Hello, welcome, see you got caught in the storm..." the voice trailed off. Turning she could see that the deep, warm voice came from a man, casually dressed in jeans and a sweater. He was tall, over 6 feet tall she could easily guess, with long legs, broad shoulders, and the warmest smile she had ever seen. He was balding, and had a goatee that just framed his mouth, making his smile seem all the more perfect. She looked up from his smile into his eyes and found them to be hazel, twinkling, crinkled at the corners from years of smiling. "I don't want to seem forward, but you are awfully... errr... damp. Would you like to use the back room to dry off a bit? I know that I keep a sweater or two back there... " She smiled at him, which completely set her blue eyes aglow. "I would be so appreciative of that, I'm afraid I'll catch cold if I don't dry off soon. And, "she tilted her head towards the window," it doesn't look like it's going to let up soon and getting a cab is impossible." He laughed and she laughed with him. "I think," he said with a chuckle and a grin, "you might find you could easily get a cab looking like you do now." She looked down at herself, breasts virtually out of her bra, skirt shrunken around her thighs and laughed, "Yeah I guess you are right, but I'm thinking I might not like the driver or his motives." "Come on," he said warmly, "I'll show you the spare sweater department, by the way, my name is Jim. This is my store." "Nice store and nice to meet you, " she said as she followed him through the stacks of books and magazines. He led her to a small office where, as promised, a warm deep green cardigan hung on a hook on the wall. "The sweater, the office, is yours, take your time," he said as he handed her more napkins he had picked up from the table. What a kind man, she thought as she removed her blouse... what a sweet and wonderful man. Seeing that she could easily be covered to mid thigh, at least past her garters, by the sweater she removed her skirt as well. She laid them both across the chair to dry as she made her way from his office clad only in his sweater, bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and her new red pumps. Well at least the rain didn't ruin my shoe shopping, she thought letting out an audible giggle. He heard the giggle from where he was standing out in the store. What a dream she was, a sopping wet dream, standing in the middle of his little bookstore. Her short red hair accentuated her heart shaped face and her eyes. And her eyes, such a blue he had not seen before. At first he thought they must have been colored lenses, but then on closer inspection, he had seen beneath her curled lashes, that they were indeed really her eyes. He had seen her actually before he had called out to her but the sight of her standing there dripping wet, clothes clinging to her shapely body, blouse open had given him an instant erection and he couldn't quite come out of the back. He didn't want her to think that he was some perverted old man when he came out of the office. So he had stood there and just watched her, wiping the rain from her face, her arms, and her breasts. He had stood there for the longest time imagining what it would be like to be the one wiping the wet away. He could almost feel his warm hands glide over her soft skin. "Hey," her cheerful singsong voice interrupted, "do you serve coffee here?" He turned and almost gasped out loud. The sight of this nearly naked woman in his sweater caught him so off guard. "Sure, anything you want, black, sugar, cream, even fresh coffee..." he laughed. "Cream and two sugars will be just fine... "she smiled. She watched him as he poured her a cup of coffee, my, she thought, he has long fingers. Snap out of it girl, she thought almost immediately after. For the next 2 hours they sat drinking coffee, chatting, asking questions about each other, small talk one hears in a bookstore cafe. The entire time they talked his eyes never left hers except to sneak a peek at his sweater riding up her thigh revealing a beautiful lace garter belt and stockings. He learned she was 35, she was a teacher, and she loved children. He learned she loved to write, he learned she was into erotica. "Jim," she said as she put her hand on his, "thank you so much for your hospitality this afternoon. This has been one of the most pleasant afternoons I have spent in a long while. You are quite a guy. Why can't I ever meet a guy like you?" she said with a lyrical laugh. "Lil," he said, "I think you just did." and with those words he leaned across the table and took her face in both his hands and kissed her longingly, lovingly. His lips brushed hers softly and before she realized it she was kissing him back. Her tongue finding his in a slow soft provocative dance. He stood from the table and pulled her up with him... pulling her close into his arms. Looking down into her eyes he whispered, "see what I mean, I think you just did." He took her hand and led her back to his office. Shutting the door behind them he slowly began to unbutton the cardigan, revealing what he knew lay beneath. Her hands deftly unbuckled his pants. He threw his sweater over his head and pressed her half naked breasts to his chest. The heat from her body overwhelmed him. She felt his touch electric. Quickly they shed the rest of their clothing until they both stood their completely naked before each other. "I've wanted to do this for about an hour now," she whispered as she sank into his leather office chair and took his hard cock into her mouth. She skillfully tongued his shaft, licking the underside of his cock while she sucked it deeply into the back of her throat. He couldn't help but lace his fingers into her red hair and slowly pump his hips as she took him deeper and deeper into her sweet, warm mouth. "Oh baby" he moaned as he felt himself close to climax. He didn't want their first time to be just that. So he pulled her up and sat her on the desk, pulling her shapely legs around his waist, he looked deep into her eyes as he teased the entrance to her sweet fragrant pussy with the tip of his cock. She whispered, "Jim... it's been a long time..." and her voice trailed off as she leaned her head against his shoulder. He stroked her hair, "It needn't be again Lilith," he said, "are you sure?" He could feel her nod as he gently probed her with a finger. She squirmed and wiggled against him, moaning, "oh yesssssss." That was what he needed to hear. He slowly fingered her hot pussy until her juices ran down his fingers to his palm. When he withdrew his fingers for the final time she shuddered around them. Her muscles contracting, squeezing him. He took his hand and tilted her head back, looking deep into her eyes, he slowly pushed his hard cock into her, feeling her surround him inch by inch. Her eyes widened as he filled her. Her legs wrapped around his waist drawing him deeper inside her. Her manicured nails dug into his shoulder as she began to pump his hips in a calculated rhythm, short strokes, then long ones, then short again. His hands reached under her ass as he held her to him, grinding deeper and deeper as he fucked her deep and slow. Soon her hips were grinding against his, increasing the speed of each stroke, their eyes locked. His lips urgently found hers as he filled her and muffled her moans as she came around his throbbing, spurting cock. His kiss turned softer, less urgent as his arms wrapped around her. They stayed nestled in that embrace as the minutes ticked by into the next hour. When her knees and thighs stopped quivering, she looked at him shyly, "So," she whispered, "do you think you might be able to drive me home... if it's still raining I doubt I'll ever get that cab." He kissed her lips softly, "I would love to drive you home." "That," she said as she kissed him back, "would be wonderful. And since you are driving... do you think you could carry my shoes?" A Rainy Day Encounter The rain was pouring down. It was one of those summer thunderstorms...comes out of nowhere, hits hard, then stops, leaving the air thick with humidity. I had gotten caught in the downpour...my white tank top and khaki shorts were soaked though. I stumbled in the house with raindrops glistening all over my skin and dripping down my legs. The air conditioning was on, giving me goosebumps up and down my arms. My nipples tightened and began to press against my soaking wet bra and tank top. I dropped my tennis shoes by the door and made my way in the dark towards my bedroom. As I walked in my room I couldn't help but notice my reflection in the mirror over my dresser. My clothes were plastered to my body. The tank top clung to my chest. You could see drops of water running across my skin...disappearing into the cleavage that was displayed. My nipples were pressing against my shirt. The shirt and my bra might as well as been sheer for all the protection they gave me. My hair had curled in the rain...the ends just barely touching the tips of my breasts. My eyes looked huge and dark...mysterious...like I was waiting for something...looking for something. My mouth was parted...my chest gently moving up and down with every breath I took. I began to undress slowly...it was like my arms had too much weight to them to move. Everything was done slowly...my heart was pounding...I could feel my pussy swelling...getting wet. I hooked my fingers in the waist and pulled my shorts down my legs. A new outbreak of gooseflesh covered my legs as the cold shorts landed with a wet plop at my feet. Shivering, I stepped out of them...then watched myself in the mirror as I pulled my tank top over my head. My nipples tightened almost painfully as the wet fabric of my shirt slid over them. I threw my shirt away and peeled off my bra and panties. My nipples were dark and pointed…waiting for a mouth or a hand to cover them. I couldn't resist and reached up to touch them with my own hands. My fingers gripped my soft flesh, and I felt my nipples stabbing into my palms. My head arched backwards a little as I lightly pinched my nipples and stroked my breasts. Strands of my hair dripped water across my chest. I followed the droplets with my fingers as they trailed down my tits to my navel and all the way down to my pussy. I lightly touched my pussy and wasn't surprised to find moisture gathering there. I pushed my fingers lower and found my pussy lips had already opened…waiting to be filled. I wished you were home, but decided to content myself with one of my toys in the shower. I reluctantly pulled my fingers away from my dripping cunt and turned to my closet to get a towel. I had to stretch up on my tiptoes to reach the top shelf where the towels were kept. My back was arched...my ass up in the air. I had almost gotten my towel when I felt someone up against my back. A startled sound escaped my lips as I felt a masculine arm wrap around my waist. I rocked back on my feet and found myself in your arms. I could tell it was you...I would recognize your scent anywhere. I turned my head and rested my cheek on your chest. You weren't wearing a shirt. In fact you weren't wearing anything. I could feel your heart pounding in my ear, the tiny hairs on your arms against my waist...your cock throbbing in between my ass cheeks. You were so warm...hot...my body felt like it was melting. Your head was bent so it touched the curve where my shoulder and neck met. Both of your arms were around my waist. I arched my back and thrust my ass against your dick. I know you had to have felt how wet my pussy was. I covered your hands with my own and moved them up to play with my tits. Your hands brushed against my rock hard nipples and I threw my head back, moaning. It felt so good. You knead my breasts, massaging them, pulling on my nipples. I reach one hand up, tangle it in the hair at the back of your head and move your mouth towards mine. As soon as your lips touched mine, I felt your fingers moving along my pussy...finding the moisture there. I was dripping wet...your fingers glided over my shaved pussy, making me moan into your mouth. I widened my stance as you dipped your fingers into my steamy cunt...pushing inside my pussy. First one, then two...I was moaning and gasping as you finger fucked my pussy. I managed to work one hand in between us and started rubbing your cock in time with your fingers' thrusts. My pussy was gushing...clutching at your fingers as you moved them in and out. I couldn't stand it anymore...I had to feel your huge cock pumping inside my juicy little cunt. I take my hand away from your cock and brace my arms on my closet door. I turn my head and look you in the eye. You know exactly what I want...what I need. You move in behind me...I can feel the head of your cock in between my legs. God...I wanna cum...so close...just need your cock inside me...please...please fuck me...fuck my cunt...make me cum...please. My legs were shaking as you place your hands on top of mine on the door...and push your huge cock inside my pussy...every inch...all at once. Oh! Oh yeah...oh fuck me...harder...fuck my pussy harder! You reach around my head with your right hand...the hand that was fucking my cunt, and press your fingers inside my mouth. I can taste my tangy juices as I lick and suck your fingers like they were another cock. My tits are bouncing up and down...you reach out with one hand and grab one, kneading it while you fuck me from behind. Your cock feels so good...hmm...so good...so big and hard...hmm...oh...my pussy starts to clench...hmm...oh yeah...oh fuck...uh...oh I'm gonna cum... ah...I'm gonna cum all over your cock! You grab my hips and really begin to slam your cock into my cunt. I reach in between your legs and feel my pussy juices dripping down your cock and balls. I gently run my fingertips along your balls...feeling how tight they are. You can hear my pussy making squishing sounds as you fuck it. I feel your cock getting harder...I know you're going to cum soon...I want to come with you...I want to feel your cum shooting inside my tight little pussy. Oh god! Uh! Fuck me...fuck my cunt...fuck me with that huge dick...fuck me hard and cum inside my slutty little cunt...AH! THAT'S IT! FUCK IT! FUCK YOUR SLUT! OH YEAH! FUCK YOUR WHORE! AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! OH I FEEL IT! I FEEL YOUR CUM! SHOOT IT INSIDE ME! OH YEAH! I'M CUMMING! OH I'M CUMMING ALL OVER YOUR COCK! OH FUCK! I could feel every drop of your cum shoot inside my pussy. I used my cunt walls to grip your cock and milk every last drop out of you. You reluctantly pulled your dick out of my well-used pussy. I turned around and we kissed as I walked you back towards my bed. I pushed you onto it, then proceeded to give your gorgeous cock a thorough cleaning. But that's another story. A Rainy Day in Rosaton "Hi Mr. Drayton, can I come in?" I smiled weakly, pushing my handbag back over my shoulder, hoping the request wouldn't be turned down. Mr. Drayton took some time to answer. He glanced up and down the street for some moments, a little perplexed. He looked back at me, seeming surprised to see my eyes still fixed on him, like he thought I might have vanished. He opened his mouth to speak as he moved back against the door frame. No words came out, but I took his movement as a sign I could go inside. He closed the door behind me as I headed to the living room, the sound of the heavy rain outside suddenly feeling far away. "How can I help you Clarissa?" he asked, trying to sound jovial. The first words he'd spoken to me, as a matter of fact. I enjoyed the voice, if not the tone. I took a moment to study his sparse room, stepping inside gingerly. It was tidy but bland, a sofa, table, armchair, some shelves. Nothing looked particularly new, but aside from the armchair it all seemed unused. The couple of books and cds I saw on the shelves reminded me of a furniture store display. I stared at them for a moment, water dripping from my hair. Mr. Drayton coughed, I turned. He looked concerned so I smiled. Everything was ok, I explained, I'd just forgotten my house keys. I'd gone to the gym and left them in one of the lockers. I didn't want to walk back in the rain, and I couldn't wait outside either. My cothes were already soaked, my white t-shirt translucent, pink skin and bra visible underneath. My parents wouldn't be back for hours yet either. That last thing I said wasn't strictly true. They'd probably be back quite soon, but things had been strange at home recently and I had no desire to return. Mum had become kind of secretive, introverted, very unlike herself. At first I'd enjoyed the silence. Previously, she'd only ever acknowledge me when I did something wrong. Usually I was in the way, but sometimes I was reclusive. Often I was wet and hopeless, but occasionally vain and cocky. Nothing suited her. My father had changed also, far more irritable than he had been. I assumed it was due to a mixture of business and his wife. His attitude I could at least understand. "So I knocked on your door and here I am!" I said brightly. The high pitch of those last few words jarred with the silence of the room that followed. I wasn't sure if Mr. Drayton had been listening, because he was staring dumbly. His voice was flat when he finally spoke, his mind elsewhere. "I'll get you a towel." He left the room, and I wondered if I should sit down. Cold and wet in that dull room, my clothes clinging to me, I suddenly felt very vulnerable. Was this really such a good idea? He returned and handed me the towel, handing it at arms length, a defensive gesture, it seemed. I threw it over my head, massaging my skull, scrunching up my long dark hair. The towel covered my eyes and I wondered what Mr. Drayton was doing while I couldn't see him. I knew he'd been watching me recently, the last year or so. We'd moved next door to him a few summers back, but I hadn't been conscious of him myself until last spring. I'd been 18 then, and my body had finally developed, much later than I'd hoped. I added a couple of inches in what seemed like just a few weeks, though I imagine it must have been longer. My breasts became rounder, swelling to an awkward but enjoyable size. It happened so quickly that everything in my closet had become suddenly too small. My mother had begun to castigate me about the way I dressed, unfairly I thought, especially considering her own wardrobe. I peered from behind the towel. Mr. Drayton looked away guiltily. "Er, would you like a drink?" he asked quickly. I nodded, holding the towel with both hands in front of my lap. His eyes lingered on me for a moment, my legs and then my breasts, before he left the room. When he returned I was leaning back in the sofa, looking up at him. I took the drink from his hand, feeling empowered. He sat opposite me on the chair. When our eyes made contact he smiled pleasantly, but his eyes contradicted him, they were hard, serious. He was agitated and trying to mask it. "So, enjoying the summer?" he asked. "Getting bored." I answered. "Don't worry, you'll have lots of things to occupy your mind at university, I'm sure. Lots of new people to meet. There's more to life than goes on in this town, you should remember that." He finished his sentence abruptly and I sensed something threatening in his words. The mention of university hit me harder though, I still wasn't sure I had the grades. I lost myself in thoughts of being stuck in this town forever, every little action considered, talked about and judged. Just getting your ears pierced made you a harlot in Rosaton. When I glanced back to reality, Mr. Drayson's eyes had drifted to my chest. He turned quickly. I smiled. I had began to enjoy the attention I received from men, the experience of being noticed, the knowledge of being wanted. I'd uncovered a darker world previously unknown to me, and I was the centre of it. I was a woman who was desired secretly, it excited me. Just a few months before I was invisible. Now I could observe sly smiles, dirty little glances. I walked around the town making eye-contact with as many attractive men as I could, getting particular thrills from the men accompanied by their wives. It became a familiar game, flashing them a naughty smile as we passed, imagining my face in their mind the next time they fucked. That was as close as I'd come to sex, however. I'd had a boyfriend for a while, but we'd broken up. It wasn't that I didn't want to have sex, I positively did, but I resented the pressure. I wouldn't be forced into anything. I didn't want to be taken, the opposite, I wanted to take another myself. I felt certain of my power. "I hope I'm not intruding on you." I said innocently, crossing my long bare legs. "I am a little busy, as it happens." he replied. He tried to sound nonchalant, but there was something else in his eyes. Fear, possibly. I hadn't expected that, he'd always struck me as a confident man. He was the only person in our small town who hadn't spent his whole life here, wasn't even from here. Some people looked on him as an outsider still, after four years. He was treated with suspicion. Whether through choice or not, he kept himself to himself and was something of a mystery. This mystery intrigued me, attracted me. I sat up a little, searched in my bag. "Do you mind if I smoke?" "I...are you old enough?" he asked. "I'm 19," I shot back, putting the cigarette between my lips. I lit it quickly. I inhaled. I closed my eyes as the first wave of smoke passed through my parted lips. My eyes open again, I glared at him. We stared at one another for a while, as if waiting to see who would break first. We listened to the rain outside. Although around my father's age he was still in pretty good shape, and must have been quite athletic in his youth. The only hint of age were the wisps of grey hair around his temple. Sitting there he looked older, perhaps because of the prosaic surroundings or the uncertain look on his face. I could see it now, anxiety, his nerves seemed as frayed as the carpet. His attitude annoyed me a little, I'd expected more. He'd been the first man I'd been aware of, the first to see me. Last spring when I'd been fooling around in the garden, I'd caught his eye. I knew he was looking at me, and that he kept looking for a long time. That was the day I became aware of my clothes. My tight cut-out denim shorts, my bikini top, even my long blonde hair were suddenly infused with something sexual. They had been just the clothes I wore. Now they were my weapons, the medium in which I could advertise my body. Initially I'd been intimidated by his looks, but I quickly learned the power lay with me. I was young, he was old, at least by comparison. I owned my body, he merely desired it. "Tell me about yourself, Mr. Drayton." I asked, leaning back on the sofa, hands behind my head. He tried to laugh casually, it came out as a nervous snort. "Like what?" "Well, what's your name for starters." After a pause, "Philip." "Philip." I repeated slowly, smiling. I took a drag on my cigarette imagining the name crossing my lips again and again in quick succession, each time rising in pitch. "Ok Philip, tell me about yourself." He chuckled, as if this was ridiculous, trying to convince himself I was just a girl. My legs stretching out on the sofa, my flimsy cheerleader skirt riding up, catching his eye. I waited. "I work for an insurance company. I drive a good car. I play a little tennis, a little golf, sometimes with your father. He trusts me." This last thing he said triumphantly, as if he expected to shock me with it. I blew out smoke, flicking ash back into the packet. "Does he know you like watching me?" The question hung in the air like the smoke. I waited tensely for a moment before looking back across at him. "You do like watching me, don't you?" He smiled, leaning back in his chair, the tension lifted from his body. For the first time I saw the man I'd come to see, composed, self-assured. The cocky smile I'd viewed as he'd talked to my father was back, the satisfied posture of a man who knows who he is, feels at home. I didn't have the sense to wonder what had been wrong before. "Yes, I enjoy watching you." I rolled over onto my stomach, reached across to the coffee table stubbing out my cigarette on a tray. My long legs stretched out over the sofa, muscles tight, held together. The tiny skirt had ridden up, only just covering the space where tight thighs became firm, swollen cheeks. I knew Philip's eyes would be lying somewhere between there and my little white socks, somewhere on my long, deliciously slender white skin. "Why do you like watching me Philip?" I asked, excited about using his name. "I think you know." "Tell me." I said. He sat, legs open, stroking his unshaven chin, smug and smiling. I'd enjoyed having him watch me before, but this was more thrilling. I could hear the names in my head of what people would call me, slut, bitch, whore. What I was doing was wrong in the eyes of everyone I knew, but it didn't matter. This room was a secret, normal rules didn't apply. There was an element of danger but of course it just drove me on further. This man was unfamiliar, unknown, but I was still in control. He sat up, leaned forward, resting one arm on his thigh. "I watch you because I'd like to fuck you," he said playfully. His eyes didn't move from mine as he continued. "You have very nice tits. Your legs are long and smooth, I want to stroke them right now. I've imagined your pussy many times as hot, wet and tight." He sat back, relaxed. "You're probably a virgin too, aren't you?" he laughed. I couldn't understand why his whole demeanour had shifted, but at that moment I was just relieved by his reaction. He was strong and confident now, that was the important thing. My own mood had done somersaults that day also. I smiled hard, trying to suppress the butterflies in my stomach. We were quiet for a moment. My courage returned, but I was nervous now. "I want to see your cock." I whispered. He shrugged as if to say why not, stood and pulled his trousers down artlessly. His long cock jumped out, nodding at me as it grew. With each nod it rose a little higher. The image of a camel came into my mind, the long arc of the neck and slightly larger head. It seemed big, to my virgin eyes at least. He stepped towards me, sat on the sofa next to me, began to stroke my naked legs. I lay on my stomach and closed my eyes. For a moment I felt like a girl again, unsure what to do. I chastised myself, knowing this man shouldn't think of me as foolish, immature. There was no going back, I had to prove myself. I twisted around, a smile painted on my face as I pulled my t-shirt over my head quickly, unclipped my bra. Mr. Drayson leaned forward, cupping my breast, taking my overgorged nipple into his mouth. The harsh wool of his sweater scratched my stomach as his cock rubbed my thigh, precum sticking to my skin like honey. I felt my knickers go terribly damp, for a second suspecting I'd wet myself in fear. It was the wetness of lust however, my body wanted this badly. My mind still had doubts. I felt his fingers at my side, reaching under the elastic of my panties. In a moment, they were down my thighs. He tore them off me completely and opened my legs wide. I yelped and then moaned as he ran the thin cotton of my panties up and down between my legs. I could sense the ruggedness of his fingers behind the delicate material. My mind was still confused, I draped my arm across my breasts modestly, simultaneously widening my legs. He stretched a condom over his manhood quickly and lay down on top of me. He growled into my ear, a low guttural sound, as his cock eased it's way inside. It took some time, despite my wetness. I felt a hot, jagged and overwhelming pain for a minute or so, but it passed and when it did I felt him deep within me. To feel my insides full was a strange sensation, but I felt somehow detached. He groped my breasts, gnawed at my cheek and neck, bawled obscenities into my ear, but all I could do was watch the rain hit the window outside. For such an important event in my life, it seemed over shortly, abruptly. A grunt, a groan, and silence. My lover sat back up, pushing my legs onto the floor to give himself room. I sat there bewildered, like a child who lets go of a balloon and watches it drift away. I felt helpless. My power had seemed to evaporate with my clothes. Philip breathed deeply, eyeing my breasts and my sweat covered body. "Even tighter than I imagined," he mouthed, almost to himself. I began to get up when the front door was knocked. Philip pushed me back onto my stomach, covering my mouth with his hand. His body, still clothed, lay heavy on top of me. I could feel his cock, softer now, pushed up against my ass. The knocking continued, then a voice. "Philip, it's me. It's Rosa. Open up if you're in, quickly," the familiar voice hissed. I lay frozen, petrified. I closed my eyes childishly, as if this would stop her from seeing me. I lay aghast at the thought of her peering through the window. "Philip, please, I need to see you," she whispered through the letterbox, but she left almost imediately after. Perhaps my father had come home. Mr. Drayton and I lay unmoving for a few moments. Finally he lifted himself off me, grinning. "Why does my mother want to see you?" I demanded. "I think you know," he said, as before, but this time he spoke with a swagger. "I give her what your daddy can't." I shot up, repulsed, but he grabbed me by my wrist, pulling me down onto his lap with surprising force. He held the back of my head and kissed me. I half-heartedly resisted at first, letting his tongue trail between my lips. The tongue my mother had sucked. I pulled away. He smirked, holding me down as he spoke. "You want me to leave your old lady alone, don't you?" Mr. Drayton asked. "Yes." I shot back. "That's fine. I'll leave her alone now. You know why? Because I have you." I tried to protest, but he argued me down. It was my choice, he said, my decision to make. "I'll tell my father," I said. "Tell him what? What are you going to say to help him? His wife's a slut, his daughter too. You say anything, and I'll say worse. I can be malicious if I have to be. Yeah, he'll hit me maybe, but I can handle that. I won't be alone in being covered in shame." I sat on his knee thinking, while he stroked my back. He was like a nasty Santa Claus, bouncing me on his knee, watching my tits jiggle. I tried to think logically. My mother was more in the wrong than me, she was married. My father deserved to have his wife back. It would be an act of kindness to my parents, wouldn't it? I knew there was something else. Philip wanted me more than my mother and terrible to say, it thrilled me. I was younger, my body was in better shape. I had more energy to please him. I wanted him to take me, and I wanted to please him. I wanted him to tell me how much better I was as a lover. All of this lay buried a little below the surface of my thoughts, but I knew it was there. I stood up, my naked body facing him, my pert breasts, flat stomach trailing down to my almost shaven pussy. "I'm yours," I said, "you can't see my mother again, but you can have me." He pulled me down without a word. I let him spank me, hold me, use me I suppose. We fucked again before I left, my arms and legs wrapped around him. Each stroke made me feel older, wiser. He fucked me until I came, easy this time as the earlier pain had subsided. I thought of my mother, shamefully, as I climaxed. I felt guilty, but I pulled Philip deeper into me still. "I thought you knew," he said later, "about Rosa and me, I thought you'd found out about us." "Don't talk about her." I said. I tried to put my panties back on, but he wouldn't let me. He kept them. I sat in just my cheerleader skirt, his fingers underneath me, stroking my pussy. "You know the real reason I watched you?" he said. I looked up at him. "I watched you because I knew I could have you." When I left his house, the weather had cleared up. Perhaps the sun had come out earlier, I don't know, but it had gotten dark. There were dark clouds on the horizon, just visible in the gloom. The rain had stopped at least, for the time being, though it didn't matter to me. After all, I was still wet. A Rainy Day Lunch Sitting at the table, watching the rain outside, her fingers absently tracing the low "v" neck in the purple satin blouse she was wearing. It was a habit that she never realized she had until recently. The soft feel of the satin, against her warm skin, her nails trailing lightly beside it into the beginnings of her ample cleavage. She was debating on going back to work or not. She was hungry, but not for the food on her plate. Her body was aching deep inside. She's always like this, just some days are easier than others. As she uncrossed her legs, she stretched them under the table. She didn't know why she went through the whole routine this morning. You would think she was going to Club, with the black leather skirt, deep purple satin top, and the hint of garter showing at the top of the black thigh-highs she had put on that morning. Sighing, taking a bite of her salad and looking up and out the window again, she notices the two men sitting at the table next to her. She has seen them here pretty regularly and they share a casual conversation once in awhile. They are talking softly, day planners out, scheduling over lunch, such a waste. Catching her gaze, the sandy haired one smiles. He was about 6' tall, good looking, and soft-spoken. Rob, she thinks is his name, Danny is the other one. He is about 6'2", maybe 220 pounds. "Such a sigh for early in the day." Laughing, I replied, "I know, I was thinking what a waste! So many other things I would rather be doing right now, instead of going back to work!" "On a rainy day? Not much to do outside!" Danny smiled. "Take the afternoon off and play hooky with us!" "Sure! And just what would the three of us be doing on a rainy afternoon?" Smiling up at Danny, seeing the way his dark blue eyes slid to her cleavage, and up quickly with a slight blush, she wondered. Oh, they teased occasionally, but nothing major. She had wondered if they were a "couple." But occasionally she heard Rob mention his wife, but still? She knew sometimes friends were more than just friends. Friends with benefits. Smiling, the thought excited her, and a warm tingling spread across her lower back. Noticing her gaze quickly going from one to the other, and the slight blush on her face, Danny smiled. "Well, Rob has some errands to run for his wife, and I need to pick up my dry cleaning and drop it off at home. I'm going to show Rob my new flat screen, and watch a movie, you can come with us!" "Sure!" she laughed, "and who's going to save me from you two!" Turning back to her lunch, looking out the window, watching the rain, she overheard bits and pieces of their conversation. Maybe they are serious. She knew they both lived locally, so she was sure they were "safe." But still, should she? As she finished her lunch, feeling someone over her shoulder, she looked up. "Rhoni, here is my address. If you want, come on over. No need to call first, just show up. We'll be there within the half hour. We'll pop in a movie, grab a snack, and kick back." Smiling she offered, "Thanks Danny, I'll see." Watching them leave, each going their own direction, she wondered. It had been quite awhile. Nice guys, but she knew from past conversations and the bits and pieces from today, they had a little more than watching a movie on the agenda! Or she hoped anyway! She had nothing to do at the office for the rest of the day except Internet window-shopping! So, why not? Slipping her toes back into the 2" heels, sliding out of the chair, the skirt rode up and was showing a little more garter than it should! Smiling, she smoothed the soft leather with the palm of her hands, sliding firmly over her thighs, the leather molding to her rounded ass. Her skin tingled underneath just from the simple movement. Her skin was so sensitive, to any touch, anywhere, and it felt so good! Turning back to put the tip on the table, the look she received from the husband/boyfriend at the next table as he brought his eyes up from her ass as she turned, across her breasts, to smile into her eyes, told her that yes, she did look good today! Pulling into the drive, she parked behind the truck she had seen Danny get into. No sense blocking Rob in if he had to leave before her, was there? Smiling, popping in a piece of mint, grabbing her umbrella, and locking the door behind her, she headed up the sidewalk to the house. After knocking and not getting any answer, she followed the sidewalk around to the back. Or side rather; the entire back yard was fenced in with a privacy fence. Knocking again, come on guys! It's pouring out here! Opening the door, "Danny?" Taking a step inside, shaking the umbrella off in the doorway, and slipping off her wet heels, hesitating, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. "Danny? Rob?" From down the hallway, she can hear something. They've probably got the TV on already and started without her! Walking down the hall, she knew she was walking towards the sunroom. At least that is what Danny had called it one day when he had told her about the addition he was building. He said he liked it, because it gave you the feeling you were already outside, as it opened up into the fenced-in back yard, a completely private setting. As she got closer to the room, the sounds became more distinct, and she knew what was going on. Should she leave? She hesitated, standing, listening to the sounds she now definitely knew were not the TV! The guys were having a little "stress relief." The voyeur in her drew her to the doorway, and what she saw aroused her instantly! It wasn't "gross" or nasty, as some would think of it. What it was, was intense, hot, and erotic. They were locked in an embrace. Danny was standing behind Rob, with his arms coming around in front of him, and she could see Rob's hands. One on Danny's left hip, the other in his hair, holding his head to his neck, where Danny was giving him kisses along his shoulders, working his way down Rob's back. She could hear Rob's moans, as Danny's hands were sliding down his chest & stomach as his mouth went lower, licking and kissing him along his back. "Aahhhhh gawdd." Taking one hand on his back, Danny pushed Rob's chest down onto the pool table for balance as his hands and mouth traveled down across his hips. She could see his tongue, teasing the sensitive spot at the base of Rob's spine. "Oh damn, please, lower, come on Dan. Give it to me." Hearing Rob, and watching him spread his legs wider, and then Dan's laugh as his mouth continued teasing Rob's ass, her nipples got so hard! They were as hard as little pebbles, and she could feel the wetness between her pussy lips. She knew she should walk away, but her feet were frozen just outside the doorway. She had always fantasized about watching two men, and now that she was actually here, she knew why! The two lovers were so engrossed in each other, they had no idea they were being watched, and that excited her even more! Dan was kissing Rob's ass, with one hand reaching around rubbing his shaft, caressing his balls. She could see his fingers occasionally teasing them from behind. Massaging his balls, then reaching around and stroking, caressing his friend's shaft once again. Rob was so hot, the precum, or sugar as she liked it, was running down his shaft. Tracing his tongue along the slit of Robs' ass, over and over, then more kisses. On each cheek, little nips, and then kisses. "Robbie, man I love your ass, so soft, so perfect." Danny got down on his knees, between Rob's spread legs. She could see him licking Rob's balls, while his hand reached through, and stroked his hard cock, stroking, kissing and licking down his thighs, his hands sliding down, pulling Rob to him. Working his way back up, his warm lips leaving a trail of kisses. "Bend over more baby, spread that ass for me." As Rob reached back and pulled the cheeks of his ass apart for his friend, she could see Danny running his tongue up his slit from his balls to his back. When Rob's legs tensed, so did hers, aching, needing; one long lick, then back, smaller licks with nips and kisses all over his ass. Pulling Robs ass to him, Danny buried his face, sliding his tongue into Rob's puckered soft hole! "Oooohhhfuckkkkk! That's it, be my sweet bitch! Tongue fuck it! Slide it in! Aaaahhhh fuck Danny!" Watching Rob push against Danny, grunting, begging, she was so fucking wet! Sliding her hand up under her skirt, the black lace thong she was wearing was soaked with her warm juices. Rubbing the silky material along her slit, against her hardening clit felt so good. Her breathing was faster. As Danny's tongue entered Rob's ass, so did her finger in her pussy. She was pleasuring herself in the doorway as she watched the two men in front of her. Suddenly, Danny stood, pulled Rob from the table, turning him to face him, and pulled him to him as the two men embraced in one of the hottest, most erotic kisses she had ever seen. With Rob pushed against the table, their hard, throbbing cocks rubbing against each other, pushing, grinding. "Get your ass up there bitch" As Danny lifted Rob back onto the table, laying him back, grabbing his legs and pulling him roughly towards him, she could see both of their hard cocks. Oh my gawd! So hard, throbbing, bouncing, wet with the sweet, sugary precum she was aching to taste. Danny pushed his crotch up against Rob; positioned so they could rub their hard dicks together, wet with each other's sugar. Their mouths grinding together as did their cocks. Damn she couldn't stand much more of this! She was aching to taste that sweet sugar running down their cocks. Wanting to place her mouth over them both, tracing her tongue around the one giant cock they made pushed together. Licking under the rim of each, teasing, licking. She could feel her tongue sliding in the cum hole, and closing her lips over the soft, swollen head, and suck. She could feel the wetness squirt onto her tongue, and slide down her throat as she swallowed. As she stood there, watching the two lovers, she slid her hand inside her blouse, unhooking one front eyelet on the lace bra, her 48E's over flowing her hand, as she gently teases her nipples, hardening even more. They were aching to be suckled, gently nibbled. Squeezing them, rolling her little buds in the fingers of her left hand, as her right found its way under her skirt to the moist, slippery, warm wetness of her pussy. She was so wet; she could feel the moisture between her thighs. "Aw baby, you taste so good, I want more, I need more damn it." She watched as Danny moved back down to lick Robs' balls. Licking from ass to head. Licking, then suckling one of the swollen, beautiful balls into his mouth. "Ahhh, that's it bitch, suck my balls!!! Suck it fucker!!" Moving from one to the other, sucking, licking up his shaft, Rob's beautiful cock head was so swollen, almost purple. She could see the veins in his thick shaft, as it was swallowed up in Danny's hot, hungry mouth. "Aaaafuuuck, Dannny." Rob was leaning up on one arm with his other hand on the back of Danny's head, holding his hair, pushing his head down with each thrust up into Danny's hot, hungry mouth. Rob was so close to cumming, and so was she. Her fingers slid softly up under her skirt again, sliding the strap of her thong aside. Rubbing her pussy mound, sliding her fingers inside her slit, between her swollen, wet lips. Lightly over her clit, teasingly. Licking her lips, sliding a finger just inside, it was so tight, so wet. She squeezed her finger with the muscles inside her vagina. Oh my gawd, she was throbbing inside. She could feel her pulse beat within her hard throbbing clit with every beat. She wanted one of those beautiful cocks that were not even six feet away from her. Dan slid his hands under Rob's ass, pulling him to him, burying his face as he took the hard shaft all the way, straight in, no teasing now. He could feel the delicious hard cock swell even further, filling his mouth and throat. Serious, hard, hot, fucking. His tongue stroking, as his mouth was sucking, pulling Rob's cock. His balls were smacking Danny's chin as he swallowed once again, squeezing the head and shaft of his friend. "aaaaahhhfuuuuck! Dannnnnnncuuummminnnn!" With both of his hands holding Danny's head to his crotch, his hips bucking against him, fucking his mouth, fucking his face. Rob's hot cum shot into Danny's throat, his mouth. Hungrily taking it all, swallowing, sucking and coaxing every last drop from the throbbing shaft. Sucking ever so gently, Danny slowly let the softening shaft slide out of his mouth and lay across Rob's stomach. Hearing Rob sigh, he smiled. Rob's hands were in his hair, caressing, playing with the strands as he continued to lick the rest of the sticky goo off of his buddy's shaft, gently cradling his sensitive head in his mouth, getting every last drop. Licking his stomach, tasting, making sure he was clean. "Mmm, so good baby" Pulling him up into his arms, Danny gently kissed his friend; giving him a taste of the sweet/tart juices he had just given him. Rob cradled his hands in Danny's hair, sighing, holding his friend. Damn, he enjoyed these spur of the moment visits! But he could still feel Danny's hard shaft pressing against him. Now it was his turn. And then their guest. He turned his head and smiled at the beautiful, erotic woman standing in the doorway. He had been occasionally glancing at her, while on top of the table, pounding Danny's mouth. The sight of her pleasuring herself had only added to the intensity of the orgasm he had. And soon, it would be her turn. They would make sure of that.