1 comments/ 13752 views/ 1 favorites Lauren and Grey By: Greynyc A little preface to the story: I recently had the fortune of meeting someone in real life and they had the audacity to accuse me of being uncreative. Needless to say I was insulted and quickly fired off the first submission below. After receiving profuse apologies; I challenged her to show me her creative side which she gladly responded and so the story of Lauren and Grey began: Getting home alone; you check your e-mail and absent mindedly sort through the snail mail unable to focus. Drifting back to the silly grin still pasted to your face caused by thoughts of Grey crossing your mind. Walking into the bedroom, you begin to get undressed, but can't help but be distracted by how wet you are. Looking at your reflection in the mirror; you slowly begin to remove your dress. Looking at how the lacy turquoise underwear clings to your moisten mound. You rub your hands across your bra; feeling your nipples harden to the touch. You naturally think how wonderful it would be to have a man's hand, Mr. Robinson specifically; his lean, smooth, long fingers repeating the nonchalant, respectful glancing touch of your swollen breast. The desire to replay what just happened minutes ago on the corner of 9th and 72nd. Nice guys are so hard to fine; always married or gay. Limits! Rules! You undo your bra and begin to pinch and tug at your swollen nipples. "God how I love to make out", you say half out loud. A girlish giggle squeaks out as you think of him; you wonder if he is masturbating yet...completing the circle? The look in his dark eyes as you read his palm and described in great detail how his sexual cycle was not completed and his vow to work on that. The thought of that turns you on. You fall back on the bed and begin to squeeze your nipples with one hand as your other hand lightly runs up and down the length of your crotch. The feel of the lace teasing your moist slit makes your mind wander to him. How wonderful his thick swollen cock felt against your hip as he kissed you good night in the cool Manhattan air. Your head filled with visions of him lying in his motel room; his hand on that full thick shaft stroking it, confident that you were foremost in his mind: thinking about him thinking of you with his hand expertly gliding up and down the smooth flesh of his throbbing cock. The rush you felt from seeing it outlined perfectly through his tight slacks. You slide the underwear to one side. Your pussy now completely wet your fingers teasing the folds of your pussy lips. His fingers taking over in your mind and begin digging deeper into your wetness; the tips of his fingers curling right up against the inside of your wet cunt hitting the g-spot. That little patch of roughness making you quiver to the touch. You move your other hand down to your clit; the very tip of your finger simulating his tongue. You can't help but think about being there. Watching, listening....kissing. Lauren's Response: Later that night, as he walked back into the bright lights of his hotel lobby, his mind raced. He reviewed his long to-do list of business items he needed to cover the next day, and itemized the calls he had to make the next morning. As he strode onto the elevator he caught a look of himself it the elevator's mirror. Hair wild from the wind he notices he was flushed, and it wasn't from the walk in the fresh spring air. He couldn't help but smile as he snuck a mental thought back to just 15 minutes earlier when he'd been holding her on the street corner. Instantly his cock stiffened a little as he remembered the warmth of her back as she pulled him closer to lick his neck and suck his earlobes. He lingered on the thought and pictured her, with her eyes closed; lips in motion...A chill ran down his spine at the thought of the low moan she'd made into his ear as he'd squeezed her tighter. The elevator doors opened and he walked down the hall to his room. Opening his door, he promised himself he was just going to enjoy the evening for what it was: a delightful chance meeting, in a bright fun city. He wasn't going to feel alone or wish for anything more. Heck! His life was entirely complete and very satisfying. This was just harmless fun. He started undressing. Packing away his clothes for his flight the next day as each item came off. He tried to think about the weekend and all the plans with the kids, but thoughts of her kept slipping in. He turned the TV on; maybe that would help focus him. Keep his mind busy. Or at least get it to shut up for a second. Within minutes, he knew it was pointless. Grabbing his phone, he sent her a quick email with his hotel's number and the room number. She'll get it. She'll call. Standing still for a second, now wearing only his briefs he suddenly didn't want to wait for release anymore. He rubbed himself on top of the cotton, and within seconds was hard. His rigid cock tugging at the now bulging material; aching to be released. Walking into the bathroom, he ran the shower and once naked stepped in. The water was hot and strong —just what he needed to relax and let the tension flow away. He soaped himself all over and soon was soaping his hard organ, sliding his hand over the shaft, working the head. He couldn't help picturing her there; her mouth on him, him on top of her, her on top of him. He couldn't stop the flood of images and they came faster and faster as he got closer to cumming. However, behind him he heard a solid knock on the door. At first he thought it must be the room door next to his, but he heard it again. Stepping out of the shower, he grabbed a towel to cover him and went to peer out the peep hole. He was surprised. He had definitely not thought she would come. He opened the door smiling. "Wow. I wasn't expecting this; a phone call maybe, but you here? Ugh....I guess I am sort of speechless." She smiled back at him with her eyes: "What can I say? I'm a sucker for a great make-out session. And I figured if we only have tonight, and that's it, can't we just enjoy it, with a little abandon?" He stepped aside to let her walk into the room. As she passed he realized she'd changed into tight jeans and a white T-Shirt under her coat. Gone were the fishnet stockings and designer wrap dress. Still starring at her, he then realized she was noticing the towel and his special lump. She giggled. "Uhm, have I caught you at a bad moment.. or is it a good moment" she said very suggestively. He couldn't help but laugh nervously. This isn't what he'd bargained for. He thought she'd call. They'd have phone sex. He'd relax and the whole thing would be incredibly mellow...he found himself a little thrown. To buy time, he excused himself and went to turn off the shower. Standing in the privacy of the bathroom, he finished toweling off as he tried to figure out what he should do now. Did she want to fuck him? Or just tease him? Should he try to fuck her? Sure he wanted too, but that wasn't the deal. There wasn't supposed to be any guilt. This was supposed to be fun and light. His head was spinning and his erection was fading fast. He grabbed his briefs and put them back on, not knowing what else to do. He walked back into the room and realized she had turned off the TV, and all the lights except for one. Her coat and shoes were off, and she was propped up in bed looking straight at him. Her gaze was intent and mischievous. She patted the bed, suggesting he join her. Not knowing what else to do, he obliged. She took his face and started kissing him. Soon he was partially on top of her, and his cock was back in full fighting glory—begging to have all layers removed between it and her wet folds. His hands wandered down her body and pulled her to him, so he could rub his dick between her legs. She moaned the same way she had earlier. Bull's eye he thought as pushed against her harder; their tongues continuing to dance in her mouth. His hands found her breast, and gently grazed her nipples. He wanted her to think he didn't dare touch them. He wanted her to want him to touch them. A minute later as her hand played across his nipples he teased her again. She whispered: "You are such a tease. I love it." Hah...he thought if she only knew. He wasn't interested in teasing. Rolling off her he made room for his hand to slide between her legs. Rubbing her firmly over her jeans he began building up a rhythm. She bucked against his hand, again and again. Was she actually going to cum? This quickly? Now? He stopped touching her and sat up. "OK. So I said make-out...but I can't deal. I want more. I want to watch you make yourself cum, while I'm touching myself. Will you do that?" Her breathing was fast, her face flushed as she responded. "Oh that is so not fair. Getting me so close then stopping. Umm...Fine. Yes, yes." She swung her legs off the bed, and quickly unbuttoned her jeans before pulling them down. She wasn't wearing anything under them. "Your turn" she said, sitting back down on the bed not bothering to take off her T-Shirt. He removed his shorts and felt a little instant relief. He grabbed his cock and started touching himself to get her started. She just starred at it, as though she'd never seen one as long and as thick. Adjusting her legs wider and wider she positioned herself so he could see her clit and the mouth of her slit. It was wet and glistening in the soft light. Still starring at his cock, she started rubbing her clit in little circles with her right hand, rubbing her breasts with her left. Her eyes never left his cock. "Fuck I want you inside me" she said. "But at the same time, I love the wanting." "Finger yourself" he replied. "I want to see that. I want to pretend, your fingers are me—fucking you. I swear, I'm going to cum so hard when you do that." Moving her left hand down to her pussy, she slipped two fingers into herself as her right hand continued to work her clit. Her left hand plunged deeper and deeper into herself as she concentrated on feeling like it was his cock forcing deeper and deeper into her. Her fingers were slick with her excitement and they glistened each time she pulled them out before plunging back in. She built up speed; finger fucking herself faster and harder. Twisting on the bed in front of him, she was slowly working her way down the bed, and was soon flat on her back. Bucking against her fingers she raised up her hips, all the while still working herself with two hands. Her cunt was so close, so wet, so ready...He was mesmerized and within seconds...with a strong burst of sound...he was cuming. Watching his cum shoot up, splatter on her thigh and the sheets she started coming too. He watched and felt her as she shook the bed, gasping, twisting and again moaning... She opened her eyes, and smiled at him. Lauren and Grey Ch. 02.5 Part 2 and a half: Not to be outdone...the game was now on and I composed the following reply. He leaned back against the headboard of the bed...spent, relieved, content. He exhaled purposely while staring up at the ceiling..."You are a very dangerous woman, Ms. Lauren" She propped her head on her right arm and turned to him. "Oh, really?" she coyly replied. Leveling his head; his eyes lock on hers. He can't help but half smile approvingly at the sight of her beautiful face. She cracks a devilish all knowing grin as she brings her finger to her lips and teasingly licks at the tip of her still moist fingers; her eyes only closing long enough to express her appreciation of her own taste...."mmmmmm" she moans. She tortured him by asking: "What would ever make you think such a thing, Mr. Grey?" His lips painfully purse at the sudden realization that he is enjoyably "in over his head" with this stunningly sexy woman. Mesmerized; his eyes follow as her left hand slowly and casually moves down her t-shirt and over her left nipple; pausing just long enough to circle the fabric slowly around the areola. She bites her bottom lip while never allowing her sexy eyes to leave his. The hard erection of her nipple is now clearly visible through the taught fabric. The full topography of her areola excited at his stare. Just to make certain that he is aware of her arousal she gives her nipple a twist. He lets out a slightly audible whimper just before biting his lower lip. Feeling vulnerable as he lays their naked and semi erect: "Who is teasing who?"...he says in a surrendering tone as his hand moves to modestly cover his growing hardness. She laughs innocently breaking the stare long enough to acknowledge his hardening cock with approving eyes. Her hand continues its quest; finding its way to the still damp splash of cum he shot on her thigh. The perfectly manicured tip of her index finger swirls into the thick cream scooping it up. She turns her attention to his captivated face. "God" she exclaims.... as her finger slides over her bottom lip into her eager mouth. Her eyes close savoring the taste of his man-ness. As her fingers slowly slides out of her mouth she assures Grey of her fondness for his taste.."You are so fucking delicious!" she declares. No longer able to hold back; he moves quickly to grab her hand while simultaneously sliding next to her. "You are so fucking sexy" he says as his lips meet hers. They reenact THE KISS, but this time passion has entered into the closeness. Their mouths eager for each other and tongues dance as his hip finds the snug groove between her thighs. His heart overtly pounding though his skin as the rush of being with her overcomes him. They lose tract of who moaned when and because of what. Their hips grind together. They are dry fucking except the wetness is way too obvious as is the throbbing of his cock against her perfect silky skin. She moves her right leg allowing him to press his rigid cock against her slit. They both instinctively begin to rock. Her engorged lips spread against his shaft. The head of his cock glancing against her clit with every pressing lurch. Kisses become bites. Bites become audible moans. Sensing her on the verge of orgasm; he grabs her wrists, pressing them against the bed as he pushes himself up adeptly letting all his weight against her soaking silky opening. "I want to see your face when you cum." he declares. Still holding tightly to her wrists he begins to fuck her slit. She leans her head back as her body tightens and her lips suctioning on to his cock. His pulsating manhood firm against her gash. She quivers as the first wave of orgasm rushes through her. His eyes locked into hers. She is half moaning half screaming...."Fuck Grey!" He loses control as the first thick shot of cum shoots onto her porcelain belly. The sensation of the hot cream on her sweaty stomach sends another clenching wave through her quivering body. Shot after shot of his juice shooting between them on to her hot flawless body. He collapses on to her as he revels in the exalted reaction his mind and body have from not fucking her. Feeling the juices fuse between them, they try in vain to catch their breath as there bodies quiver with each pulse of orgasm. Doing his best Sean Connery impersonation he whispers: "Extremely dangerous, Money Penny; extremely dangerous." Stay tuned to see where these 2 real life heroes end up; because the story line goes on and on...... Lauren and Grey Ch. 03 He had not heard from her in weeks. Not since New York and the ensuing phone call. It had actually been days but the time passed like mud through and hour glass between contacts. The silence was deafening. He could not know if she decided it was over or if she wanted more. He wanted to call her every day, but had resigned himself to this safer way of staying in touch with her; longing for those fleeting glimpses of time. The odd part was that it wasn't all that sexual. Sure there were the few moments of sexual banter, but it was more like talking to an old friend or putting on a favorite pair of old worn jeans; she just fit. Fit too well he thought. On his way to lunch he practiced his staid routine; twist the lock, pull the door shut, check the knob and head to the car after a stop at the mailbox. It was a Monday, 11:52 a.m. to be precise, when the plain brown envelope peeked from behind the Wall Street Journal to the ground. He bent over and picked it up and examined the outside. It had only his first name and the return address was simply NYC. On his way to the dumpster to toss the junk mail, he opened the envelope. Peering inside, the he could barely make out the loot contained inside a Ziploc bag. If it was what he thought it was...... Quickly he tossed the junk mail into the dumpster. A quick scan of the parking lot revealed that his other suite mates were already off to lunch. He speedily retreated back to his private office and triple checked the lock on his door and turning up the stereo so he could savor the contents undisturbed. He figured he had at least an hour alone with the package. Pushing back the papers with one hand while turning the envelope upside down, the sexiest pair of lace trimmed see-through underwear plopped on his desk. His heart was fluttering and a tingle began deep inside his crotch. Still secure inside the protective plastic; he leaned back in his chair holding the bag gingerly by the corner and just stared at the prize. So mesmerized by the thought, he almost didn't notice the note peaking out of the original envelope: "Just thought you might enjoy these. They are covered in thoughts of you, L". He couldn't help but smile at the knowledge that the very panties before him had been worn while Lauren pleasured herself while thinking of him. The realization was overwhelming.The heart flutter had now become a distinct beat. The tingle had now begun to create a bulge. His mind raced with images of the picture that she emailed him the day after their lone encounter. It was a reward for his prose; the words that started all this madness. He had described in sexual detail his exact thoughts of her via email and she had responded so brilliantly with a photo; an up-close photo of her hand down these very panties. Exhaling deeply, he turned to his computer and clicked on that image. He couldn't help, but to grin at the sight while reaching for the plastic bag. He broke the seal and inhaled deeply. The impact of her sweet aroma on his senses was almost overwhelming. A Pavlovian reaction was taking place in his pants causing him to shift to relieve the tightness in his boxer briefs. Removing the panties as if they were the most treasured item in the history of man he brought them to his nose and continued to deeply inhale her essence. "Good God" he blurted; his mouth simultaneously watering. He reached down and began to stroke the growing ridge now fully erect in his pants. The wanting for her was overwhelming. All he could think about was kissing her. How they had stood on the street corner and kissed. He remembered exactly where his hands were and the feel of her body beneath his fingers; so very close to her breasts but consciously not touching them. So close. He interrupted the stroking long enough to hold the panties by the corners. Lace trimmed see-through boy shorts...exactly as she described them. He could barely make out the slightest trace of white perfectly centered in the crotch. Never letting go of the underwear, he reached with his free hand and unlatched the snap on his shorts and lowered the zipper. He pushed back from his desk and pulled down his underwear while hers were squarely against his nostrils. His rock hard cock was now free of the cotton constraints and throbbing. This was certainly better than any drug he thought as his index finger lightly trailed up and down the length of his shaft. His eyes closed imaging it were her fingers now teasing his scrotum. The intermittent mental flashes of how she traced his hand with her fingers that night. Telling him how sexy his hand and fingers were. It made him feel wanted and virile. He so wanted that hand and especially those fingers to trace her body. Wanting to trace her body with his fingers and to s-l-o-w-l-y undress her with his hands. Stopping after each stage of undress to outline the various garments left until finally reaching her naked body. Imagining that he would stop just long enough to run his tongue across her clavicle to her collarbone and up her neck to her ear; breathlessly whispering, "I want my fingers to trace the path my tongue will follow. "He could imagine the hair on her arms standing on end as he pulled down her net stockings to reveal her mouth-watering body. Using just the tip of his index finger, he begins tracing from between her toes, over her tendons, across the top of her foot. Looking into her eyes as his finger slowly goes over her ankle adding more fingertips up her shin. Painfully slow each deliberate action; the graze of his palm over her knee and across her perfect thighs, casually letting the back of his hand graze the wetness of her labia. He could see her body tense at the touch. Gliding up across her belly he moves his fingertip across her hard nipples. Still imagining how he would make love to her; he takes the tip of his finger and teases the head of his cock. The sensations making him clench and twitch. He then wraps those long lean fingers around his thick throbbing shaft and begins to stroke. Wanting her had overtaken him again. He had never enjoyed masturbation so much before he met her and now that he had her savory panties it was downright delectable. Starting at the base and slowly sliding upward towards the head. At first the strokes were long and slow. Making sure to not grip too tight he never stopped thinking of her; the smoothness of his shaft in the palm of his hand. The very hand that she thought was so sexy and him wanting it to be her hand; her delicate and feminine hand. He visualized continually kissing her while she fucked his cock with her hand; such a delicate object giving such violent pleasure. He really wanted to cum now; to get to the enjoyment. He needed that feeling of release with her even if it was in his mind. He took her panties into his hand and began to stroke his cock again. This time the feeling was instant and electric. The feeling of her panties on his excited and throbbing man-ness was perfect. Again he imagined her there with him: watching. Watching as he stroked his smooth hard cock with her panties. He could picture her there rubbing her wet pussy. She was watching hungrily as his adept digits gratified his shaft with her impure underwear. His cock exploded the first shot of cream. He grunted trying to stifle the moan that came from within. The moan he wanted her to hear; his cock convulsing. The lace wrapped tightly around his throbbing member. He wanted her to know that she excited him and brought him intense pleasure; often.