1 comments/ 20473 views/ 3 favorites Overcoming My Fear of Flying By: Bluepen451 Okay, I admit it. I was a prude. A 32-year-old accountant who always dressed in just about the most conservative business clothes possible (and Dockers and conservative blouses on my time off, what there was of it). Never married, and aside for a few brief and highly unsatisfactory dalliances, I had essentially no sex life. I was, on the other hand, a pretty successful accountant. Occasionally it occurred to me that the two were related, and not exactly an optimal life-work balance; but most of the time I didn't worry about it. At least I didn't worry about it until I met Florence. She turned me on (I wouldn't have used that phrase before I met Florence) to a whole new way of looking at life. Florence was about as close to my complete opposite as a person could be. She worked in our accounting firm as an administrative assistant. She had long thick red hair that wanted, and was allowed, to go in every direction you could imagine. Her clothing consisted of long flowing dresses with wild colors and patterns and sandals, (even when it was snowing) and loose fitting peasant blouses that did little to hide the fact that her large bust was rarely restrained by any form of bra. Broad hips, big breasts and wild thick red hair—that was Flo. Generally we tried to keep her away from our more conservative clients, but we kept her around because she was really good at the work she did for us. After April 15 of each year I take my annual post-tax season break. I have a cabin upstate where I usually go for my break. I walked into a little coffee house where I planned to spend some time reading the latest accounting bulletins from the Financial Accounting Standards Board (nice way to use time off, eh?). It was kind of a funky little place with recycled barn wood on the walls and a bunch of old rock concert posters for wall art. It smelled faintly of wood smoke from the wood stove near the back. The late morning sun shown weakly through the windows. There was hardly anyone in the place on a weekday in late April, but as I looked around I spotted Florence sipping on a cup of chi and reading an I-Pad. "Florence, how are you?" "Hi Sally. What are you doing here?" she responded as she set her I-Pad down. "Its my annual post-tax season week off. Time to catch up on the latest releases from FASB." Florence smiled and refrained from saying anything about how absurd that sounded. "Get your coffee and join me." When I returned with my three shot, 16 ounce latte, I noticed what she was reading (I am good at reading things on people's desks that are upside down. Bad habit, but occasionally useful). I did a double take as I read: She dropped to her knees and slurped his rigid cock into her mouth. As she sucked on him he reached down and began massaging her tits. He grabbed a nipple with the fingers of one hand while the other hand massaged her other tit. His fingers twisted the nipple and pulled hard on it creating a shot of fire that went straight to her pussy. I was so shocked that I had to read it again. As I confirmed what I thought had read, I realized that Florence had said something that I didn't hear. "Oh yes, it is a nice day," I responded in what was almost certainly a complete non-sequitur. A small smile crossed Florence's lips as she realized what had just happened, but she made no effort to cover up her reading material. "Are you up here by yourself?" Florence asked. I wondered if that was the question she had asked me that I had ignored, but I was still so shocked by what I had seen on her e-reader that I just ignored my prior lapse and responded, "Oh yes. I own a little cabin up here that I try to get away to on the weekends. I have it fixed up with high speed Internet service so it is almost like being in the office." Another wry smile from Florence. "Sally you work too hard." Probably so I thought, but that is what it takes to get ahead in life. "Well, that seems to be what it takes to get ahead," I said. "Hmm. What are you trying to get ahead of?" Her question stopped me cold. Between my prudish shock at the lurid material she was reading and the question, I was stuck for a response. That doesn't happen to me very often. As I paused searching for a response, I read another piece of the text on her e-reader: As she squatted before him he put his hands in her hair and begin to pull her head back and forth as he fucked her face. She balanced herself with one hand on his thigh, while she shoved two fingers of her other hand into her sloppy wet cunt. I had never seen language like that before. Since I had completely lost the thread of the conversation, I just gave up and blurted out the only thing I really wanted to know, "What are you reading Florence?" She couldn't manage a wry smile this time. It was full blown laugh. "Well it certainly isn't a FASB release," she said as she laughed. "It's a lot more interesting." I was blushing crimson by this time. "I guess it is," I mumbled. "That is the beauty of these e-readers," she said. "You can sit in a café or on a plane and read anything you want and no one knows what you are reading. You would be amazed to find out how many of the folks who work for you read porn on their lunch hour." "Really?" "Yes, really." "Why?" Now I had asked Florence a question that stopped her cold. She just looked at me for several seconds while she tried to decide if I was serious. "Because they're horny and the work they're doing is boring. Or maybe it is because the work they are doing is boring and that makes them horny. I have never quite been able to figure out the relationship between boredom and horniness." "Oh." "Don't tell me you don't read porn?" she asked. "Uhh. No not really." "Well you are really missing out. It is a lot more interesting than the FASB releases you are reading on that laptop you are carrying around." "Where do you get it from?" "Oh Sally, where have you been living? The Internet is awash with porn. If nothing else you can buy it for your e-reader or your tablet from Amazon. They have thousands of titles and they are cheap: ninety-nine cents to a couple of bucks. It isn't high quality literature, but it would be a nice change for you from FASB releases. And, she said with a teasing smile, "It's great to masturbate to." That really stopped me. I just never spent time around people who talked about masturbating. I thought that the conversation had gone well beyond the limits of anything I had the courage to talk about so I deliberately and obviously changed the subject. "So . . . do you come up here on a regular basis?" Florence smiled again recognizing my obvious ploy to avoid an uncomfortable topic, but she was fundamentally a nice person, so she went along with it. "Well my boyfriend and I like to come up here to spend weekends at the Plantation." "Oh, what's that?" that I asked in innocence. This time it Florence's turn to pause as she tried to figure out how to respond to me. "Well, it's a kind of a club for people of like minds about social issues." She had decided I had suffered enough enlightenment for the day so she was trying to avoid telling me that she and her boy friend liked to spend their weekends at a nudist colony/swingers club. We moved off the subject of sex and after about half an hour of idle chitchat, we both went our separate ways. * * * * * After Flo and I parted company, I tried to read the accounting literature, but I just couldn't focus on it. My mind kept going back to my conversation with Flo and the lurid material she was reading. Finally after dinner and a considerable quantity of wine, I fired up my laptop and began to cruise the Internet for porn. First, I just ran a Google search for "porn," but I quickly concluded I wasn't quite ready for what turned up there, so I narrowed the search to "dirty stories." I eventually found my way to a site called Literotica, which had an apparently unlimited number of stories in about a dozen or so categories. Like Flo said, not great literature, but they sure were more interesting than accounting literature. I read about a wide range of sexual activities until past midnight. I was so obsessed with it that I went back to it some part of everyday of my vacation. Did I masturbate? Well, yes, but I was somewhat restrained about it as I had always been taught that it was somehow wrong or dirty. As a result, there was always a lot of guilt associated with it. Getting over my discomfort with sex—my fear of flying, if you will, was going to take some more effort. But I had no desire to stop. * * * * * For the next few days I stayed focused on work, but gradually I found myself pausing during the day and thinking about the nasty stories that I was reading in the evenings. Then one day about a month later I followed up on Flo's suggestion of an e-reader. I bought a Kindle and loaded it with a few pieces of erotic literature that I downloaded from Amazon (along with a couple of classic pieces of literature I could tell people I was reading if they asked). A few weeks after that I found myself with a day without a client lunch meeting, so I slipped my Kindle in my purse and went out to lunch by myself. As I ate, I read a story that definitely wasn't accounting literature: "As she got on the train Kindra realized that there was no place to sit, so she stood holding a pole. It was a hot muggy day, and she could feel the sweat dripping between her breasts. At the next stop, the train filled up even more, and she found herself face to chest with a tall, lean, dark haired man. He was enough taller than her and they were so close together that she couldn't really see his face. They didn't exchange a word, but Kindra realized that he was looking down the front of her blouse. Her cleavage was readily visible from his angle. She knew she should be offended, but the situation was just making her horny. She could feel the dampness increasing in her crotch and it wasn't from the same source as the drops of sweat trickling between her breasts. Fuck, this train ride is getting hot she thought—in more ways than one. At the next stop people got on and people got off. Everyone rearranged themselves as they accommodated the change, but it was still very crowded. The tall stranger was behind her now. Kindra felt him pushing his hips against her. She wasn't sure whether it was because of the crowd or not, but it felt so good she didn't care. In response she moved her hips from left to right, rubbing against his thighs and crotch. As she moved, he pushed back. No question; they both knew what was going on and why. She was sure that she could feel an erection beneath the stranger's trousers. Her pussy was on fire. One stop further there was another rush of people on and off the train. This time the stranger pulled her to the back of the car. He was still behind her pressing her firmly, but now she could feel his hands caressing her ass. Fuck, this feels good, she thought. Neither of them said a word. Kindra looked about and determined that no one was paying the slightest bit of attention to her or the stranger fondling her ass. People were looking other directions, reading newspapers or e-readers, engaged in conversation or otherwise oblivious to what she and the stranger were up to. Encouraged by their lack of attention, Kindra took one hand off the pole and reached around behind herself. She slid her hand between herself and the stranger, being careful not to pry those oh so sexy hands off of her ass. Her hands found their way to his crotch where she began to massage a very large erection through his pants. The stranger's response was to slide his right hand down Kindra's leg as his left hand continued to fondle her ass. When his right hand got to the bottom of her skirt, he slid it under the dress and around to the inside of her thigh. Then he began working his hand up the inside of her thigh. All the while Kindra continued to stroke his dick through his trousers. When his hand reached the top of her thigh Kindra deliberately widened her stance to give him better access to her pussy. The stranger quickly pulled her sopping panties aside and slipped two fingers into her cunt. Kindra jumped as she stifled a gasp, but then she settled back down on his fingers that were probing the inside of her pussy. Every so often his probing fingers would graze her G-spot and Kindra would jump again. Without pausing his finger fucking, the stranger took the hand on Kindra's ass away for just long enough to pull down his zipper. Kindra slid a hand past the open zipper and wrapped it around his cock. It was hard as steel and hot as a poker just removed from a fire. She reached up to the tip and smeared the drops of pre-cum there over the head of his cock and then began to use it as a lubricant as she jerked him off. The stranger remained silent, but he was pumping his hips to force his cock through her slippery stroking hand. Kindra could see the next train stop coming and that willed her cunt into a climax. Her pussy clamped down on the stranger's fingers as she gushed a small stream of liquid over his hand and down her leg. It was all she could do to remain on her feet as the climax ripped through her whole body. Her climax set off the stranger. She felt his cock jump and then it began to pump streams of hot cum over her hand, just as the brakes began to squeal to bring the train to a halt at the next station. Kindra quickly pulled her cum covered hand from the stranger's trousers as he did the same with his hand from her pussy. When the train came to a halt, the stranger stepped away from her towards the opening doors. As he left dropped his handkerchief on her shoulder for her to clean herself with. Then he was gone and Kindra realized she had never seen his face. "Hello Sally." I looked up to see Florence sliding into the seat across from me. "I see you have some new reading material." "Oh no, I was just reading the latest accounting literature," I lied. Florence chuckled and gave me a look that said, "If you say so." Florence's laugh was contagious and I couldn't restrain my self. "OK, you got me. This isn't accounting literature." I looked to see if anyone was listening to us, and said in a low voice, "It's a story about a woman and a stranger on a train. He presses against her and he fondles her to a climax while she does the same for him—all before they get to his stop, without being noticed by anyone. She never sees his face." Florence responded, "Hmmm. Delicious. Sally I think you have seriously changed your style since the last time we had coffee." "I know . . . well, I'm trying." "What brought that about?" "I'm not sure. I just started thinking after we met in the coffee house up north. It occurred to me that perhaps I didn't have quite the right degree of balance in my life." "You mean it has occurred to you that it is better to die thinking you spent too much time getting laid than too much time reading FASB releases?" Flo responded. God this woman had a penchant for getting right to the heart of a matter. "Yeah, something like that," I responded after a moment's hesitation. "Well you can carry it too far the other way too," she said. "Believe me I know." "Really?" I asked. "Oh yeah, but that is a story for another time." "Okay, but I would like to hear it." "So now what are we going to do?" Flo asked, changing the subject away from her past. I looked at my watch. "Time to go back to work." "Really? How much work do you think you will get done after spending your lunch hour reading that?" I laughed. "You're right, but I have client meetings this afternoon and the first one starts in half an hour, so I don't have much of a choice. What about you, Flo?" "Well of course I am going back to work," She responded with a smirk. "I was reading accounting materials over lunch. No problem for me." "Really?" I asked. "Not!" she responded with a laugh. "So we won't be getting a hundred percent out of you this afternoon, eh, Flo?" We both broke up laughing. "Can I read your story?" she asked. "It sounded pretty hot." "Absolutely. Let's get together after work." "OK. Come to my place. Six o'clock," Flo responded. "Right," I said as I gathered my things to return to work. * * * * * Toward the end of the day I dropped by Florence's cubicle to get instructions to her house. "It's on the river south of town," she said. "It isn't far but it is a little hard to find. Why don't you just ride out with me?" "Okay . . . but can you give me a ride back to town later?" "Sure thing. Like I said, its not that far—just hard to find." "Well, I am done for the day so as soon as you get through, just come by my office and we can leave together." "Okay, I need just a few minutes to finish up my work for today on this spread sheet." Half an hour later we were in Florence's VW microbus headed south along the river. Imagine that; me in a VW microbus. I had read about them and seen them in movies and on the street, but I had never actually been in one. The engine sounded like a sewing machine in pain and the old body rattled on every bump in the road. The seats were worn and there were several strings of beads hanging from the rear view mirror, which had about half of its glass in it. I was thinking, I know we pay you more than this Flo, but of course I didn't say it. Besides, even if I had, I am not sure I could have been heard over the noise the van was making. Oh well, one of the things I had decided while I was upstate was that I needed to change my lifestyle a bit, and although riding around in an ancient microbus hadn't been something that occurred to me, what the hell, it was different than my late model Lexus. As we wandered down the two-lane road that followed the river, the trees and brush closed in on the road so that we were almost in a green tunnel. "Florence, I said loudly enough to be heard over the car, "How did you get a home down here? This is all protected wetlands and it floods every ten years or so." "I inherited it from my mother," she responded. "It was an old hippy commune in the sixties, and she wound up being the last member of the commune, so she owned it." "Really, how does that work?" "Well it works best when you have a partner who is a lawyer that files a quiet title action for you, and no one shows up to object." "Ah. I see." "How big is the property?" "I have about 20 acres. The house sits on a little hill above the flood level, but the orchard, the pasture, my vegetable garden, and the rest of the property, which is just woods and brush, do get flooded from time to time. There are lots of deer and other animals, and no one ever comes down here and bothers me." "Isn't it a little lonely?" "Nah. I have two dogs, a bunch of cats, three goats, chickens and a live-in boy friend, when he is town." "Oh. What does he do?" "He runs a sound board for rock bands at concerts. I guess he is good at it because he is away on a gig a lot of the time." We try to make up for it when he is home," she said as she looked over at me with a wink and a smile. Flo yanked hard on the steering wheel, and the bus dived into narrow slot between the trees on a one-lane dirt track headed towards the river. It twisted through the trees for a hundred yards or so until it opened up in a graveled parking area in front of a rambling old two story house. Maintenance on the house looked like it pretty much matched the maintenance the bus had received—only what was minimally necessary to keep it functioning. Overcoming My Fear of Flying The bus backfired twice as Flo shut it down. A pair of barking Australian shepherds charged out from beneath a small building off to the side to greet us. "Oh-oh! The boys have been sleeping under the hen house," Flo said. "They're going to be in deep do-do, if I find out they have been after the chickens again." "Wow, it is really warm," I said as I climbed down out of the bus. "Yeah, ain't it great. Pretty soon we won't have to wear clothes at all while we are home." "Really? You mean you go around naked when you are home?" I asked trying to cover the shock in my voice. I really was trying to liberalize my life style, but Florence was always one step ahead of me. "Sure Honey." Flo responded. "Clothes are only good for two things—keeping warm and trying to impress someone. When I am here on a warm day, I don't have to do either one, so I don't bother." "Wow!" I said rather quietly to myself. Just then the heel on one of my expensive pumps twisted in the loose gravel and broke. I grabbed the right side mirror on the van and kept from falling, but I couldn't avoid saying, "Shit!" Then I calmed down as Flo trotted around the van to help me (in her always utilitarian sandals). "Well, I guess these aren't the best of shoes for this place," I said. "Oh I should have warned you Honey. I'm sorry. You stay right there, while I run into the house and get some other shoes for you. You aren't hurt are you? "No, no. I'm fine." As Flo headed toward the house, her two dogs decided that a visitor was much more interesting than their master. They both ran over and jumped up to greet me, smearing their muddy paws across my blouse and skirt. Flo yelled at the dogs and then dragged them away with her as she went to get my alternative footwear. I was left leaning on the bus wearing a broken pump and mud-smeared clothing. Florence was back in a minute or two, sans dogs, with a beat up pair of old crocks. They had been bright red once but now they were a faded pink. As I did a little dance leaning on the VW to slip out of my pumps and into the crocks, I thought, well they are a nice match for my mud covered dress. "Come on in and lets get you out of those clothes so we can clean them up before that mud soaks in." Out of my clothes? What have I gotten myself into? No, no. I wanted to change my life. I better go along. I kept my concerns to myself as I followed Flo inside. The house was a big old rambling place with old furniture and a lot of clutter. Not surprising given the condition of Florence's cubical at work. Flo led me into a big country kitchen that looked out through broad windows and glass doors over a short lawn and a big pasture that flowed about a couple of hundred yards down to the river. There was an orchard on the left that must have had 25 gnarled old fruit trees. On the right side of the pasture was a big lush looking vegetable garden. It was fenced to keep the goats grazing in the pasture and not on the vegetables. "Now peel those clothes off Honey," Flo said. I gulped and complied. Now I was standing in my bra and panties and the pink crocs. Flo noticed that some of the mud had soaked through the blouse to my bra so she asked for that to. In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought as I peeled off the bra. "Fix us a couple of glasses of wine while I see if I can clean these up," said Flo as she swept out of the room with my clothes. OK this is weird. Here I am in this old commune kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of pink crocs and my panties. "There is some box wine in the fridge." Flo yelled from the laundry room where she was working on my clothes. "I think it is a rose," which she pronounced with an emphasis on the e at the end of the word that would make a Frenchman cringe. I opened the fridge and got out a box of wine. "Not Provencal Rose," I told myself, "but I guess it has alcohol in it, which is what I need right now." As I started to look for wine glasses, Flo yelled, "Jelly jars are in the cabinet on the right." Sure, why not, I thought as I pulled down a pair of jelly jars and filled them with wine from the spigot. Nearly naked in pink crocs drinking 'Rosee' wine from a jelly jar. I took a long pull on the wine. Well, it had alcohol in it. I emptied the glass and filled it up again from the box. Flo came back out saying that she thought she had gotten most of the mud out and my clothes would dry by the time we finished dinner. I handed her a glass of wine and watched as she quickly downed the long half of a jelly jar of wine. "Umm. I do like that Rosee she said as she topped off her glass." Flo took another long drink from her jelly jar. "Oh that hits the spot," she said. "I needed that after this afternoon. That audit file I was working on was really a mess." She sucked down the remainder of the jelly jar of wine, and quickly refilled it. Watching Flo, I decided that "Rosee" wasn't "sipping wine" as my grandmother had called her wines. "I am surprised that you could concentrate on an audit, given your lunch time reading material," I said. Flo laughed. "Oh I snuck off to the ladies room for a little quick masturbating before I waded into the files after lunch. Clears the head." "Really?" I asked. "Of course. Didn't you masturbate before you went to all of those client meetings you had?" "Uhh. No." "Bet you didn't concentrate very well." I laughed. "Okay. You got me on that. I was horny as hell all afternoon." "So you were thinking about that story you were reading about at lunch, right?" "Oh, I got well beyond what I read." I responded. "Oh fun. You're gonna tell me about it, right?" "Uh, Okay," I said, but I was asking myself, "How can I tell her about the lurid fantasy that I was spinning during the meeting?" "Good. Fill up your glass, grab that box, and bring it out on the back porch. We can sit and drink and tell nasty stories." "Uh, do you have neighbors who can see us on the porch?" I asked. "Nope. I don't have any close neighbors. I usually spend most of my summer naked out back," said Flo as she pushed the door open and strode onto the porch. What the hell, I thought as I followed her jelly jar and wine box in hand wearing nothing but my panties and pink crocs. Flo flopped down on a recliner and I did the same facing her on another recliner. "So, tell me about your fantasy." I took another long pull on my refreshed wine glass/jelly jar as I went through the "in for a penny in for a pound" thought line again. After all I came out here to read porn so I better get down to it, I concluded. "Well there was a young accountant from the client in the room and their CFO. They were both very sexy looking. The young guy was a dark haired trim young kid just out of college, maybe five-ten and broad in the shoulders. Very sexy dark brown eyes that seemed to want to look at my tits a lot more than my eyes. The CFO was a tall trim muscular man with graying hair—probably in his mid forties. Remember the story I told you about at lunch about the woman and the man on the train that got each other off? Well, the CFO was the guy on the train, but I took the story a lot further. "Let me guess," Flo said, "You were the woman in the story, right?" I smiled as I nodded my admission that she was correct. "Nice," Flo said, "but give me all the sexy details." I noticed that she had unbuttoned most of the buttons on her blouse so that I could see a lot of her tits. "You need to tell it to me the same way the story was written and use all the same nasty words." "Uh. Okay. I'll try, but I have never done that before." "Not even when you are fucking some guy? Don't you talk dirty then?" "No, not really." "Girl you really have led a sheltered life." I laughed, "Yes I guess I have, but I plan to do something about it." "Well you can start here by telling me about your fantasy and making it as graphic and nasty as you can. I want you to outdo the book you were reading." So I started by telling her the story I had been reading on the train just the way it was written. As I related the tale, Flo began playing with her tits, which were now fully exposed. Watching Flo pulling on her nipples made me even hornier than I had been all afternoon. I could feel my pussy soaking my panties. "Oh fuck, that is so much better than the way you told me the story in the restaurant," Flo said as I finished the story. "Well, I changed it a bit in my fantasy about the young accountant and his boss." "Yum, so tell me." "Well first, the young accountant was on the train. He didn't exist in the story in the book, but he was so sexy, I just had to add him to the fantasy, so he was on the train with his boss and he was watching us. I knew it too. I saw him looking at us as soon as we moved to the back of the train and I didn't care. It just made the whole experience hotter. As his boss finger fucked me, I looked right straight at the young guy, licked my lips, and smiled at him. I could see that he had a huge erection in his trousers. When he was sure that I was not going to be scared off by his watching, he began to rub his cock through his trousers. Fuck it was hot watching him do that, while his boss massaged the inside of my cunt with two fingers." Flo was naked from the waist up now, and she had pulled her dress up around her hips and spread her legs wide. She had a thick wild red thatch of hair between her legs matching the unkempt mass of red hair that hung from her head. She brushed it to the sides, exposing her obviously wet pussy. "What happened next?" she asked. "When we got to the station after I had cum, it was my stop. As I got off, the CFO and the young accountant followed me." The CFO was walking right alongside me while the young guy followed us. I looked up at the CFO and said, "Didn't get enough on the train?" "Oh I think we can do better than that, don't you?" he responded. "Does 'we' include your shadow, back there?" I asked, as I tossed my head in a gesture toward the young stud. "If you like." "Does he do more than watch?" "If you like." "I think so. Where shall we go?" "I have an apartment just around the corner here," he said as he took my arm and steered me onto the side street. Even though I had just cum on the train, I was so horny his touch sent a shock to my pussy. I leaned toward him and rubbed my tit against his arm. Then I looked back over my shoulder at the young accountant and smiled at him. We walked about half a block and then turned into a very upscale apartment building. We took an elevator to the 16th floor. The young stud was still behind me, but as we rode up the elevator I took a step back and pushed my ass into his crotch, just like I had done with his boss on the train. I could feel his erection through his trousers. The apartment was luxurious and had a view over a big park. I walked into the living room and flopped down on a couch letting my short skirt ride up on my legs so that there wasn't much left to their imagination. I leaned back and put my hands under my breasts and cupped them as I lifted. "What next?" I asked. "I want you to fuck my young friend here while I watch," the boss said. "Please take your clothes off." In response I silently stood and slowly unbuttoned my blouse. I shrugged it off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then I reached behind my back to release my bra. I didn't let it drop to the floor immediately. Instead I held it up as I cupped my tits. I slowly peeled the fabric away so that my nipples came into to view and then I finally dropped it, pulling at my nipples with each hand. Both guys were sporting big tents in their trousers. "Pull those dicks out where I can see them," I said. They quickly obeyed and I continued to caress my tits and pull on my nipples as they pulled on their dicks. I turned my back to them and bent over, pulling my skirt up so they could see my cum soaked panties. I reached back and pulled my panties aside exposing my wet slippery pussy. I slipped a couple of fingers into my cunt and finger fucked myself for several long delicious moments and then I stood, my back still facing them, and released the zipper on my skirt. As it fell, I pushed my panties down and carefully stepped out of them, so I was naked except for a pair of dark blue pumps with three inch heels and the string of pearls I had worn to work that morning. I gave my panties to the CFO and told him, "Sniff them and see what you did to me on the train." He pulled the panties up to his face and sniffed them and then licked some of my juices from them. "Oh fuck you have a dirty mind." Flo interrupted. "I can't believe that anyone as straight laced as you can dream this kind of stuff up." While I was telling the story, she had shed the rest of her clothes. Now she was busily fingering her pussy with one hand and massaging her big soft breasts with the other hand. Not to be outdone, I had pushed a hand down into my panties and was slowly and dreamily finger fucking myself and occasionally brushing my clit. I was taking it easy however, because there was still a lot of story left. It had been a long meeting. "Are you sure you're really an accountant?" She asked. "Oh I'm really an accountant," I said "and watching you masturbate while I am doing the same is a whole new experience for me." There. I did it. I used the word "masturbate" in a conversation with another person. "Good. Now lets hear more story," said Flo, totally unaware of my triumph over the forces of personal repression. I turned and walked to a couch opposite the young guy. I sat down and spread my legs so he and his boss had a clear view of my shaved pussy. It was so sexy to expose myself like this, just to get these guys hot. "Take your clothes off and come here," I said to the young stud. He silently complied, keeping one hand on his dick the whole time. When he was naked I said, "Now walk over here, I want to suck your cock." In a moment he was standing in front of me. His cock, was thick and long and it was standing straight out. I reached out and grabbed his balls and his cock jumped in response. Then I grabbed his cock with my other hand. It was hot and it was hard. I leaned forward and began to lick the head with slow careful strokes. His cock jumped in my hand with each stroke of my tongue. Next I took the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. I could taste the salty precum that had been leaking there ever since the train-ride. I deliberately spilled saliva from my mouth and used it as lube as I stroked his cock. At the same time, I pulled as much of his cock into my mouth as I could take. I stroked the shaft and sucked on his cock as I rode my mouth up and down on him. Damn I loved to suck cock and he had a great cock. The kid then pulled back and said, "I want to fuck. If you keep that up I'll cum before we can fuck." I leaned back against the couch and spread my legs even farther while I played with my pussy. "You're a young stud. You can cum in my face and then recover and fuck me, can't you?" I looked over at his boss. He was naked and was using my soggy white panties to masturbate into. He had them wrapped around his cock and he was sliding the nylon material up and down while his hand applied just the right pressure. I looked back at the kid. He was stroking his cock again. So much precum had leaked from him that he was able to lube his whole cock. "I want you to cum on my tits," I told him again. The old guy was silent. He just kept stroking his cock with my panties. The kid leaned forward and began to rub my nipples with the head of his cock. "Come on lets see how much cum you have in that big cock. Squirt on my tits." I said, goading him. He pulled his cock back from my tits and began to stroke it hard and fast. He clearly had made up his mind that he was good for more than one round. The kid groaned and I watched and felt stream after stream of hot, white, slippery cum fire from his prick and hit my chest and my face. The kid sat down and I turned to face the CFO. I took my hands and smeared the strings of cum across my face and chest. Then I pulled on my nipples, made slippery from the kid's cum. He dropped my panties and walked across the room until he was standing with his hard cock opposite my cum smeared chest. "Are you going to give me more cum on my titties?" I asked. He was silent, but he continued to stroke his cock, which was pointed at my chest. I knew it was going to take him a bit longer to cum because of the games we had played on the train so I laid back and began to finger my pussy while I watched him standing before me stroking his cock. That went on for several minutes and finally he grunted, "Oh shit, I am close." I quickly sat up and he let out with a groan and shot several streams of hot cum onto my chest. Flo interrupted again, "Oh fuck! I am going to cum. You will have to tell me the rest of this story after dinner. She was pumping her cunt for all she was worth with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. "Oh shit, Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhh. Fuck I'm cummmming. ARRRRRGHHHHH. As she screamed she arched her back and shook her whole body. Then Flo collapsed back into her recliner and looked at me with a sleepy smile. "I couldn't hold it back any longer. Did you cum." "Shit I came twice while I was telling the story, I lied. I just don't make as much noise as you." "Really? I can repress myself if I have to, like if I am getting off in a stall in restroom, but it just isn't as a good a climax if I throttle myself down like that." "Well, maybe I need to work on that," I responded. "Well, lets have dinner and then you can tell me the rest of the story," Flo said as she walked naked back into the kitchen to prepare dinner. * * * * * Dinner was good, much better than I would have expected for a vegetarian meal. It was not that I had any reason not to like vegetables, but I had been raised in a meat eating family and not a lot of creativity went into the cooking of vegetables in my family. "So you grew up here?" I asked Flo. "Pretty much," she responded. "At least until I went away to college." "What was it like growing up in a commune?" "That is kind of hard to describe," she said. "Sort of like growing up on a family farm with more adults around than just a traditional mom and dad. There were always chores to do, but there was still time to run around with the other kids that lived here and play in the woods and at the river. The odd thing about it was that it was like having 5 to 10 parents, depending on how may people were living here, and a whole passel of siblings. I never was quite sure whether I was related to them or not," she said with a smile, "and I doubt how sure the adults were about who was related to who." "Did you go to school?" "Oh sure, but we didn't invite a lot of other kids home to visit since the adults and the kids were usually wandering around naked. That doesn't work well when Johnny goes home and tells mommy and daddy that he has been to Flo's house and everyone was naked." "No, I guess not," I said with a giggle. "Where did you go to college?" "A small liberal arts school on the west coast called Reed." I've heard of it. It is supposed to be very good and very hard to get into." Also I had heard that it is wildly liberal. "What did you study?" Overcoming My Fear of Flying "Lets see, in order of priority, sex, drugs, rock and roll, physics, and philosophy." "You have a degree in physics and philosophy. Why are you working at the job you have with us?" "Well, that has more to do with the sex, drugs, and rock and roll. After I graduated I went on the road with a rock band for a few years. God, what a life that was. Half the people I knew then are dead now. Mostly from drugs and alcohol, a few from car wrecks, and a couple from AIDS." "Oh. So how did you escape from that life style?" "I woke up in the hospital one morning and figured out that I had been a coma for a week after a car wreck. I was the only survivor. The people in the hospital couldn't even figure out who I was. I finally got them to give me a phone, and I called my mother and asked if I could come home. She and her partner took me in and I have been here ever since. I like a little Rosee wine now and then, but no more drugs, and I try to know the people I have sex with for more than a few hours." Wow! I thought, I've heard of people who lived lives like that, but I never thought I would become friends with one. "That's quite a story," I said. "Well enough of that, lets go back out on the porch and you can tell me the rest of what you dreamed up during your meeting." Okay, I thought. This is pretty strange. I'm nearly naked, except for a pair of pink crocs, my panties that are soaked with the juices generated by my story telling, and I'm swapping sex stories with a retired rock groupie. We sat down on the recliners again and Flo said, "Now, let's hear the rest of the fantasy you had while meeting with your clients today." "Right. Where was I?" I thought for a moment and then picked up my meeting fantasy where I left off just before Flo's noisy orgasm. "After the CFO shot his hot cum on my chest I leaned back on the couch and rubbed it across my tits. I was facing the young stud and I could see that he was pulling on that big cock of his. It had fully recovered. As I smeared the cum he and his boss had sprayed on my chest over my tits I looked at him with the nastiest smile I could come up with. Then I began to finger fuck myself so we were both masturbating as we stared at each other." "Wait a minute," Flo interrupted. "I know how to make your story even more enjoyable than it was before dinner." She got up off her recliner and disappeared into the house. Now how is she going to make it better than it was before, I wondered? If she cums any harder than she did before dinner, they will hear her downtown. Flo reappeared with a Tupperware box. "What's in there?" I asked. "Sex toys." "You mean like vibrators and dildos?" I asked, trying to keep the shock out of my voice. "Umm. Yes and some better things than that," she responded. "Move over," she said, as she pushed my legs aside and sat along side me. When she opened the box there was a virtual cornucopia of porn toys. "Wow!" was all I could say. "Pretty neat, huh? When your boyfriend is away as much as mine you've got to find some other ways to entertain yourself, and reality TV doesn't get the job done." "So you read porn and use these?" "Yup." This evening just kept getting—well stranger and stranger; and more interesting I realized as I thought about it for a moment. I reached in the box and pulled out a pair of clips tied together with a silver chain. "What are these?" "Nipple clips. Here let me show you." She reached out and pinched one of my nipples between the fingers of her left hand while her left hand caressed the rest of my breast. After a moment my nipple had stiffened and was standing out from my tit. Then she clipped the nipple clip on it. Then she did the same thing with my other breast. At first it just hurt a little, but then I decided that it felt good in a sexy way. "You like?" she asked. I didn't quite know how to answer because they actually kind of felt good in a kinky sort of way. Kinky was a new concept to me then. "So you want me to finish the story wearing these?" I asked, dodging the question a bit. "Sure, if it feels good. But wait, I got another idea." She dug into the box and pulled out a silver egg with a tail on it. "Here's what you should do. Slide this egg up into your pussy and set the remote controller on low while you finish the story. It probably won't make you cum right away but it will keep you on a sex high until you want to turn it up and push yourself over the edge." "Uhh, OK," I said. I thought for a minute and then said to myself, "Oh what the fuck. I told myself I wanted to learn about sex and I've seen these things advertised on the Internet. Its time to start learning." "Sure," I said, with my newfound enthusiasm, but first I need some more wine. I hopped out of the chair and trotted into the kitchen with my tits bouncing. I had forgotten that the nipple clips were still there and the sensation from the interplay between my bouncing tits and the nipple clips was fantastic. I poured myself another jelly jar of rose. Before I walked back I pushed my panties down and stepped out of them so I was naked except for my pink crocs. "Not going to need those," I told myself. As I walked naked back to the porch I used my free hand to massage a breast. Flo was back in her lounger easing a big vibrator into her pussy as I came out. She couldn't hardly be offended by me playing with a tit under the circumstances. "What the fuck am I doing?" I asked myself. "Oh well, it beats the hell out of accounting literature, which is what I would have been doing six months ago." I was so horny that the egg slid easily into my pussy. I turned it to low on the controller. It began a low vibration in my pussy that just gave my whole pelvis a glow. "Can I leave the nipple clips on?" I asked Flo. "Do they feel good?" She asked. "Yeah. It's very kinky." "I know. That is why I like them," she said. "Sure. Leave them on, but now I want to hear the rest of your story." I lay back in the lounger with my legs spread and began using my hands to pull my breasts apart so that the nipple clips pulled on my tits. I had never exposed myself to anyone like this before. The naughtiness of my posture was just adding to the sexual high building in me. "Where was I?" I asked. "You and the young stud were watching each other masturbate from across the room and you were smearing the cum they had sprayed on you across your tits." "Oh yeah. Well let me tell you what happened next: "As much as I was enjoying watching the young stud pull on his cock, I still had a pussy that badly needed to be stuffed with that cock or some cock. I looked over at the CFO and said, "I came here to get fucked. Tell that young stud of yours to get over here and fuck me." He looked at the kid and said to him, "Fuck her. That's what you want isn't it?" I hopped off the couch and got down on my knees with my head down on the carpet and my ass pointed at the masturbating junior accountant. I spread my legs apart so he could see my hot wet cunt waiting for him. I felt so nasty doing that. It was a delicious sensation. The kid quickly got down on his knees and positioned himself behind me. He held my ass with one hand as he used his other hand to rub his cock over my sex. It felt good, but I really wanted to feel that big hard prick of his in my cunt. "Quit fucking around!" I said. "Stick that big hard cock in my pussy." He didn't say anything, but I felt his prick begin to probe my pussy lips and then he slowly eased the head of his cock in. Fuck it felt good, but it still wasn't what I wanted. I pushed back with my hips and it slid in farther. He held it there for a moment and then I felt him pull it back so it was barely in my cunt. Before I could complain, he flexed his hips and jammed it in the hilt. Oh fuck, it felt good. Then the slow retraction followed again by the rough slam of his cock all the way into my pussy. Each time he repeated his thrust I could feel his wide cock stretching my pussy and his prick banging against the end of my cunt. After a few thrusts he began to pick up the pace so we were making a slapping noise as his balls banged against my crotch. I had levered myself up on my hands so my tits were swinging freely below my body as he fucked me. I just felt like a wanton slut being fucked by a stud, which is pretty much what I was. I looked over at the CFO and saw that he had recovered his erection and was stroking his cock as he watched us. I reached back with one hand and began to rub my clit. Between that and the pounding I was getting from the young kid, I felt myself quickly approaching a climax. I didn't hold myself back. I just came with a sharp cry that could be heard two apartments down the hall. I felt my cunt muscles clamp down on his cock. Oh shit it felt good! I paused for a moment and reached down for my jelly jar and a sip or two of wine. The jar was cold and I rubbed it on my tits. "Fuck this vibrator feels I good," I said to Flo who was lazily sliding her vibrator in and out of her cunt and occasionally rubbing her nipples with it. "Can I turn it up a notch?" "Not yet. You won't get through the story if you do that and I really want to hear everything you were dreaming about during your meeting this afternoon." "Okay. But I'm so horny. I really need to cum." "Patience dear. You'll get there soon enough and it is going to be great, but now tell the story." I think she knew I had lied about cumming before dinner. "Okay." I said as I twisted one of the clips against my swollen nipple. The kid wasn't done yet, and he kept fucking me. Then the CFO spoke up. He told us to get on the couch with me riding the kid cowgirl style. "You're the boss," I said as I leaned forward and let the kid's cock slide out of my cunt. I stood up and followed the kid to the couch where he reclined with that fabulous dick of his standing straight up. I climbed on to him with a leg on each side, but instead of facing him, I faced away from him so I was looking at the CFO. I gasped as the kid's big cock slid into my cunt. "Oh fuck that's good!" I whispered loud enough so both of them could hear me. I began to bounce on the kid as he pushed back with his hips and I was soon approaching another climax. My tits were bouncing wildly as I watched the CFO stroke his cock. The kid's cock was banging the end of my cunt again. "Is this what you wanted?" I asked the masturbating CFO. "Did you want to want to watch my tits bounce, while I fucked this young stud of yours and you jerked on your cock?" The CFO said nothing in response but I could see he was increasing the pace at which he was jerking his cock. "Get over here and let me suck on your cock," I told him. I knew the kid was going to cum soon and I wanted the CFO to squirt on my tits again. The CFO stood and walked over to us. He didn't offer his cock to my mouth—just stood there jerking on it. I reached down with my right hand and began to stroke my clit again as I had earlier. Just then I felt the kid stiffen in my cunt. As he groaned I felt streams of his hot cum flood my pussy. A moment later the CFO gave out a groan as his hot cum splashed on my chest. I was sitting on the kid's still hard cock as I continued to fondle my clit with one hand and used the other to smear the latest streams of the CFO's cum across my tits. A few moments of that did it. I came with a scream. My cunt muscles clamped down on the kid's cock, as the orgasm ripped through me. I leaned sideways against the back of the couch, exhausted by my climax, while the CFO walked back and flopped down in his armchair. No one said anything for several minutes as we all recovered. Finally I sat up and eased myself off the kids wilting cock. As I stood felt a stream of his cum drip down the inside of my thigh. That's enough for this afternoon, I thought. I walked across the room, pulled my skirt up, fastened it, and put my blouse on over my cum covered tits. I had no idea what had happened to my bra and panties, but at this point I didn't care. The boys could have them for souvenirs. I stepped back into my shoes on and looked back at the two men in the room. "You boys look like you have been well and thoroughly fucked," I said as I prepared to leave. "I will see you at your audit committee meeting at 8 tomorrow morning." As I rode down in the elevator, I realized that I had a couple of wet stains on my blouse where the cum had soaked through. God, I look a mess, I thought. I hope I don't have any cum in my hair. I bet I reek of sex. Just then the elevator stopped and two little old ladies got on the elevator. I did my best to ignore them but they were just staring at me. When the elevator got to lobby I got out first and walked out of the lobby ahead of them, swinging my hips like the trollop I am sure they thought I was, instead of the rising star partner of a major regional accounting firm that I actually was. That's the whole story?" Flo asked. "Yes." "You ought to give up accounting and write that shit for a living." "Accounting pays too well." "Yeah, but you could be perpetually horny. Money isn't everything." "Right now I just want to cum." I turned the dial on the controller up a notch and gasped as I felt the vibrator increase its pace. At the same time I reached down with one hand and began to rub my clit. Then I turned the vibrator up to high and gasped as it jolted me. A minute later I came with a climax that almost caused me to fall out of the lounger, and for the first time in my life I made noise—lots of noise. I think Flo must have cum at the same time, but frankly I was so lost in my own climax that I didn't know what she was doing. We both just lay there for a long while. Finally I reached down and grabbed the jelly jar for a couple of sips of wine. It felt good on my throat. It was a bit parched from the screaming I had been doing. Then I began to giggle uncontrollably. "What are you laughing about girl?" Flo asked. I couldn't really answer for a minute until I finally stopped my giggles. "Well," I said. "Before I met you upstate a couple of months ago, I was so uptight I couldn't even say the word masturbate, much less do an effective job of it. But I think I have now gotten over my fear of flying as they say." "It sure looks that way. Pleased to be of service she said with a tip of her empty jelly jar." "Could I trouble you for a ride home now?" I asked. "I do have to attend an audit committee meeting for that very same CFO that starts at 8 tomorrow morning." "Can you do it with a straight face?" "I think so, but I am not wearing these nipple clamps." "It might make the meeting more interesting." "The best audit committee meeting is a boring audit committee meeting," I said in response. "If they are exciting it is usually because something is wrong with the books." As it turned out, it was, a very boring audit committee meeting. So boring that I was able to spend a good deal of it fantasizing about fucking the CFO.