0 comments/ 22421 views/ 4 favorites More Than Meets The Eye By: JofD Jack is pinned, wondering what is going to happen in this situation. Anna has him pushed up against the wall in the bathroom of a gas station. Jack had passed her a few miles back but she stayed behind him. That is until he needed to stop for fuel. While Jack was pumping fuel he couldn't help but to look over at Anna. She was beautiful. Her hair was long and flowing in the breeze. It captivated him for a moment until the movement of her sundress brought his attention to what looked like an unharnessed set of C cup titties. This all easily covered up the fact that something about her was different. They both approached the door to the station. Just before they reached the door, Anna turned and looked directly into Jacks' eyes. "Why were you staring at me?" Jack could not get any other words to form except, "you are cute." "Are you serious." "Very." Anna seemed to be pondered something for a second. "Would you like to found out how beautiful." Without giving him a chance to answer , she went inside to pay. She made a point to ask attendant where the bathroom was and if she needed a key. Taking the directions and the key she flashed a knowing look at Jack. Anna slowly walked out the door and towards the bathroom. Jack was quick to follow. He couldn't believe his luck. He never thought much of his appearance, but he could not say that he was a loaner either. Turning the corner he came face to face with Anna as should stood in the doorway. She said "you have to promise that if I get naked you will satisfy me." A simple nod was she needed. She led him into the bathroom and told Jack to remove his clothes first. She squatted down and took his now growing cock into her mouth. A little awkward at first but quickly she developed a nice rhythm. The feeling of her tongue flicking over his head. Puffy lips sliding along his rigid prick. She would take just a little more of him on every stroke. Making every effort to get the entire length of him into her mouth. With his cock now deep in her throat, she looked up at him. Jack could see fire in her eyes that made him go crazy. Grabbing the back of her head. he began to face fuck her. Jack drove his cock furiously, trying to satisfy a need that her eyes had fueled. As his dick went in and out of her throat it would make a popping sound followed by a bit of saliva escaping to dribble down her chin. She pulled back and told him to sit down, she was going to ride him. She had already removed her panties, so as he sat down she turned around and slide down onto his cock. Very wet and tight. It took a little bit for him to get all of his manhood deep inside of her. Feeling his legs touch the back of her thighs, she stopped to adjust to his size. Steadily the lust gave way, turning them into a fucking machine. She bounced up and down on him. Pushing down harder as she felt the pleasure course through her. Jack had to feel her soft skin, to caress her back, her stomach, and most certainly those tits that had caught his attention outside. He lifted the sundress off of her. She grabbed his hands to guide them to her firm tits. Allowing him to massage them. To pinch and pull on her nipples, making Anna squeal with delight. Jack didn't think it could get any better. Was he ever wrong. Jack told her to stand up and bend over so that he could taste her. As she stood Jack noticed that she was awkwardly cupping her clit, but he was to deep in heat to think much about it. He began sucking and licking at her juicy pussy. Teasing her with a few passes placed just next to her folds. Quickly he drove his tongue deep into her leaky cunt. Reviling in the taste and feel of her softness on his face. His tongue began to dance all over her. Occasionally slipping past her back door. Causing her to whimper as he touched it. The flinching that he felt was not to escape the touch but to encourage it. He concentrated more on her tight light rosebud until she was pushing back onto his tongue. It opened reluctantly as his powerful tongue pushed into her. As he used his tongue to fuck her ass he reached up to slide his fingers through her lips. Spreading her juices around just enough to slide a finger in. A second finger quickly followed. Only to be withdrawn so that he could lap at her cunt. He reached up to rub her clit but her hand was in the way. So he put his hand on top of hers to feel her rubbing. He could feel her slowing moving up and down, massaging herself. She gently moved her hand away allowing him to take over. To Jacks' surprise, he felt a hard cock in his hand. Hard and leaking precum all over him. He felt her flinch as he wrapped his hand around it. She quickly relaxed as he began to stroke it. He turned her so that he could suck her dick. He licked the head for a little bit. Causing more fluid to flow from her cock as well as her cunt. This was way to hot to tease any more. Jack just had to have it deep in his mouth. Swallowing her shaft he could feel every vein. He enjoyed the feel of hard cock in him. But this was so much better. Having a hard cock pocking at his throat while he fingered he cunt. She said that is the first time anyone has every done that. Jack asked if she had ever fucked anyone. She had not. He stood and turned around. Looking over his shoulder he told her to stick her cock in his ass. She did just that. She pushed into him slowly, taking care not to hurt him. Getting a little bit in only to pull out to the tip and back in farther. Once she hit bottom she held there while rubbing his cheeks. She stayed that way for awhile allowing him to get used to her hard prick. Out of no where she slapped his ass and began long, deep stokes making sure to bottom out on every thrust. She began to pick up the pace. Her breathing was becoming labored. When all of a sudden she thrust in as deep as she could and stopped. Jack rocked back and forth with need, but she told him to stop as she wasn't ready to cum yet. He couldn't stop, he needed to feel it. He needed to feel her cum deep inside his bowels. Grabbing his hips she thrust a couple times, burying her cock deep inside him. She unloaded into him. Depositing several shots of cum. This seemed to last for a couple minutes. As Anna pulled out he spun around and picked her up only to slam her wet pussy down onto his throbbing cock.. As Jack pounded her cunt,he asked if she could get pregnant. She said no, but she wanted him to cum on her face. He told her she better get ready. She slid off and on to her knees. He shot several heavy ropes all over her face and her tits. More Than Meets the Eye The hand on my cock and the fingers wrapped wonderfully around it stopped as abruptly as my motions stopped on my partner. The music on the sound system halted and the track info on the iPad was replaced with the face of Henri Brousseau, the concierge at the front desk. "Good evening, Mr. Hayes. I'm terribly sorry to interrupt you at this hour, but your neighbor, Ms. Benson, is here and would like to come by to pick up the extra security access card you have for their apartment. She's on her way up and will be there as soon as she gets to the 26th floor. Again, I'm very sorry and have a good evening. Oh, be prepared for a bit of a surprise." The screen went blank and the music returned, but the hand and fingers didn't - neither did mine. There wasn't time for that although we had both been nearing the best part of the evening. That would have to wait. We had about 30 seconds. Quick. The body that belonged to the hand leaped off the couch and swept up most of the toys, stashed them in the end table of the couch, turned up the dimmed light, grabbed the extra robe and sped around the corner. I rearranged the front of my robe as well as I could, tried to tame my slowly shrinking dick and hoped there would be no tell-tale spots or drips by the time I got to the door. The iPad alerted me to the presence of someone on the landing near the elevator and as I punched the button, Rachel Benson appeared and walked towards the door. I unlocked the door before the bell could chime - I wasn't really ever sure why you needed chimes on the 26th floor. Henri and the surveillance cameras made sure there were no surprises. Anyway. I swung open the door and my hand flew to my mouth, suddenly open in astonishment. Here was Rachel as I had never seen her before. It looked like she had stepped out of the shower fully clothed. Her hair was drenched and her light brown overcoat was dripping in the hallway. She looked like a drowned rat. As I took her in from head to toe, the gaudy red toenails on her bare feet belied a festive event, which didn't match the rest of Rachel Benson's look at this point in the evening. "My god, Rachel. Come in." "I'm so glad you're home. I knew you would be and I'm so sorry about the inconvenience and the mess and I'll explain everything, but first I have to get warm and dry." Her words tumbled out as she stumbled through the door and I closed it behind her to eliminate the draft that tends to slide through an open doorway. She let the large shopping bag in her right hand slip from her fingers and drop with a dull thud onto the ceramic tiles in the entry. "Let me get the card. I'll be just a second." The access card lay in the drawer below the butcher block countertop of the kitchen island and it took only a moment to grab it and return to the entry. It was actually there so I could feed the fish and water plants when they were gone for extended periods. On the way back a hand appeared from a darkened door, held out a soft, clean bath towel and shook it gently as a hint to take it along for my guest. Rachel was still standing in the same spot but had leaned back shivering against the door jamb. Her teeth chattered as I handed her the card and then proffered the towel in a gesture that she could at least dry her hair and wipe her face. She stood motionless, unable to move and began shivering violently like you shake when a chill really sets in and tension eases. Without thinking much about it, I unfolded the towel and wrapped it and myself around her slender shoulders. She shook violently and it seemed to me that most of the 20-somethings nowadays were more frail than I remembered them to be several decades earlier. I smiled inwardly as I recalled saying goodnight to Rose or Betty on their doorsteps just before curfew. Their parents, or at least their fathers, were in the living room watching TV and watching the clock. There was only time to cop one last, quick feel and then I strode back to my car in the driveway as they walked in the door on the stroke of 11. Doesn't matter now, I thought. Rachel needs to get warmed up. The chattering teeth only slowed slightly as I rubbed the towel over her hair and wiped the water and tears from her eyes. What could have happened? Her partner, Jason, hadn't been home all week. At least I hadn't seen him come or go and he often travelled several days or even a week at a time on business as an up-and-coming investment banker. He must be gone today, too. Her shaking didn't really subside and then I heard a faint snap of fingers and turning slightly I saw a hand pointing towards another room and heard water running. Of course! "Rachel, you really need to get warm and the whirlpool here is just the ticket. I'll run some water and you can get warmed up while I make some tea." She brightened slightly and then shook her head. "I can't put you out like that. I'll just go home and jump in the shower. That'll work, too." "No chance. Follow me." I moved a few steps before I realized she wasn't behind me. Returning to the door, I hooked my arm around her waist and slowly steered her towards the door where the sound of running water and an inviting, warm light beckoned. Anything would be better than standing in the hallway, shivering against the door. We entered the bath and were greeted by humid, warm air and the glow of infrared bulbs. At least I felt the warmth around my knees at the bottom of my robe, but it was clear that Rachel hadn't benefited from it yet. "Here, let me help you out of your coat and then I'll get the tea going while you finish and get into the tub." She didn't protest as I helped her out of her jacket and hung it on the valet stand in front of the floor length mirrors surrounding most of the whirlpool area. She was dressed very elegantly beneath the jacket and that added to the mystery of why she was soaked to the bone and barefoot. I feared the worst. Nothing seemed torn or out of place. Her earrings and necklace and rings seemed to be okay. The delicate décolleté caught my eye and not for the first time. This time the lace of a black bra peeked out and her breasts heaved slowly as she caught her breath and continued to shiver - albeit not quite as violently as ten minutes ago. She sank down on the edge of the whirlpool and it seemed to me that she was gathering herself to get ready to get into the water. The clothes under her coat were soaked as well and a small puddle began to gather around her toes. "I'll give you a few minutes to get in, and then you can adjust the temperature here once you've gotten used to the warmth. It won't be too hot for you now." I pointed to the thermostat and the timer, which stopped filling the bath as I spoke. The jets kicked in and the inviting sound of bubbling water filled the room. "I'll get some tea and be back after you're settled into the warmth." Rachel breathed deeply and moved slightly, her head still bowed, as I turned to give her space. The gap in the door to the adjacent room opened slightly and I got a thumbs up as I walked out of the bath to the kitchen. Obviously, I should have looked back to see if she had moved, but I didn't. It was tempting, to be sure. Two minutes later with the water for tea heating and a mug and teabag ready on the counter, I heard fingers snap and saw them point urgently back to the bath area. Oh. As I arrived I saw that Rachel had remained unmoved and seated on the edge of the whirlpool. That wasn't helping at all. "Here, may I help you a bit?" I offered gently and she smiled weakly through clenched teeth and nodded her head slightly. She straightened enough that I could start unbottoning her blouse - now I was the one with the shaky hands. The fabric clung to her gentle curves and reached just below her waist. As it peeled away her torso looked every bit as inviting as I had always imagined it to be. How embarassed would we be after this was over and we had returned to normal interaction with each other and with Jason? I was prepared to leave her bra in place and even to suggest she get in the whirlpool with her leggings on, but she resisted as I lightly prodded her towards the gently bubbling warmth. "Go ahead. Take it all off. I just want to soak for awhile," she said, her teeth still chattering. The front clasp of the bra was easy to open and her breasts and nipples rose to greet my gaze. It seemed like minutes passed but probably not and before I knew it, I was on my knees, yanking the tight, saturated leggings down below her ankles and coming face-to-face with a petite, sweet-looking pussy, which Rachel demurely tried to hide somewhat. No panties this evening? Oh. The view was incredible and inevitable, the surroundings looked edible. Glancing up I saw that some color was returning to Rachel's cheeks - or was it just embarassment? She pressed her knees together and slowly swung her ankles over the edge and slipped into the bubbling warmth. Eyes closed slightly, she took a deep breath and sank that supple form beneath the surface. After a few moments her head re-emerged with a new sparkle and life in her eyes. As I rose from my knees, it was my turn to be embarassed. All of the twisting and turning and lifting had freed my cock from the confines of the robe and the succulent pussy and tender tits and nubile nipples I'd seen in the past couple of minutes had it rising to the occasion and presenting itself inches from Rachel's nose. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Excuse me." I tried valiently to return my swelling rod to its prison, but it would have nothing of that and simply continued hardening and lengthening much to Rachel's obvious delight. She seemed to be warming to things. Oh. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a thumbs up from the hand mostly hidden in the crack of the door leading to the other room. "I'll get the tea. It should be ready now." I re-adjusted my dick yet again, took a side-long glance at Rachel who had now settled lower into the warmth and was smiling back through slitted eyes. Not only was the tea ready, the mug was on a tray along with a couple of tea biscuits, a lemon slice, a cube or two of sugar and a demitasse spoon. Okay. "Thanks," I mouthed towards the sliding door leading from the kitchen to the other part of the penthouse. As I returned to the bath, Rachel sat up, her breasts swelling above the water and her nipples appearing and disappearing with the bubbling warmth. "When I get some warmth in me, I'll explain how I came to intrude so rudely on your evening. You obviously weren't expecting anyone anymore today." Rachel dropped her eyes below my waist then dropped her bottom lip in a ten-year-old's pout when she saw nothing out of place and winked. She dropped a cube of sugar into the tea, swirled it with the spoon then leaned back slightly and savored the warmth, her tits rising above the bubbles as she let the warm liquid flow down her throat until it warmed her insides. She took another long sip and raised her chest out of the water as that fluid allowed gravity to carry it down into her depths as well. "Oh no, I really need to text Jason, so he knows I'm okay." It seemed like the tea had shaken her out of a trance and she became animated and sat upright in the tub. "May I use your phone to text him? I don't have mine at the moment. That's part of the story." The words tumbled out and she looked anxious. "Oh course. I'll be right back." My mobile was in the bedroom, but before I had crossed the kitchen and moved to that area the phone was dangling from its tether in the circle formed by a thumb and index finger held together in the almost universal "way-to-go" sign. I smiled at the door and teasingly grabbed the phone with a sweeping gesture and strode back towards the whirlpool. "You'll need to write the text, right?" Rachel brightened as I entered. It seemed like the worst of the cold ordeal was past. Thankfully. "Sorry you haven't heard from me sooner. Richard Braxton is a bastard! I was at Opus 29 with our friends and when we were putting on our coats after we paid the bill, he must have switched my purse with Jennifer's. They are exactly the same and he knew that. We left at the same time and they took a taxi to go to another party somewhere and I went to the subway to come home so we could skype. It's a long story, but Henri let me in so I could get the access card from Mr. Hayes. My phone and iPad are both in the purse Jennifer has so I can't call you from home or skype anymore until I get my shit back. I'm going to kill Richard when I see him again. Mr. Hayes is letting me use his phone to text you. I'll let you know as soon as I can be back online. Sorry again and I hope the contract talks in London went well. Love, Rach. XXOO" She gave me Jason's number as well and then with a swoosh the text was gone. "Oh, can you ask Jason to send you Sam Handford's number? He's Jennifer's boyfriend and I can call him in the morning to arrange to switch purses. It's too late for that now." I dictated that message into the iPhone, Rachel nodded her approval of the content and it was gone. Rachel's nipples and tits retreated beneath the water but her knees emerged just a foot or so further down. They parted slowly then closed again. Her eyes flashed as they opened once more and she stared me down as her right hand floated to the surface then disappeared again - heading to the only possible, worthwhile destination within 10 feet. Her head lolled to the side and her eyes stayed locked into mine before moving south to check on the decency or indecency of my robe. She grinned as her left hand rose to catch a taut nipple as her back stiffened and a luscious looking breast rose above the surface. The shivers and chattering teeth at the doorway were long forgotten as she teased her nipples into stiff nubs above the surface with one hand and no doubt delved into her pussy below the surface with the other as her knees opened and closed like a bellows. Her actions were definitely stoking the fire beneath my robe. "So what happened," I asked in an attempt to delay the seemingly inevitable, which both of us seemed headed for but I wasn't quite ready for. "Why don't you join me," she countered. "There's lots of room for two." Of course there was. I'd spent many wonderful hours "holding hands" above and below the waterline with another and at times more pairs of hands. Rachel sealed the deal by taking the hand from between her knees and resting it on my knee along the edge of the tub before sliding her fingers upwards toward my burgeoning cock, which once again threatened to escape its prison and embarrass me by showing its true colors and aiming its intentions at Rachel's face. Before long she had managed to untie the belt and pull back the robe on the side closest to her and grab my rigid pole in her warm, wet fist. "Okay. Tell me what happened," I urged as I pulled away from her grasp and slipped out of my robe. Walking between the tub and the mirrors we both had a chance to examine the goods: well-aged physique, slightly greying temples, muscular forearms and legs and tight butt from regular cycling and lifting, crowned by a good-sized dick that was sniffing the air like a stallion that had jumped the fence into a corral of brood mares. Whoa! Before I could settle into my side of the whirlpool, Rachel grabbed my tool and pulled me forcefully towards her. Her right hand had disappeared between her knees again and her back arched in pleasure revealing her still tight nipples sprouting from those luscious globes, which only 23-year-olds who care about themselves can sport. She steered the soft underside at the tip of my surging cock towards the closest nipple and played it back and forth across the tight bud. Rachel moaned from her action there and below the surface; I groaned as she squeezed and stroked my cock to a new hardness. What had gotten into her! On the spur of the moment, I decided to hit the button that opened the drain letting the water recede steadily and revealing the delicious curves that I had lusted after since I brought Rachel the tea. My god, she's beautiful! Reluctantly I pulled away from her grasp and slipped my body beneath the remaining bubbles. This time her pouty lips changed to an open "0" as my fingers replaced hers, the bellows opening to give me my chance to fan the fire at her center. My index and middle fingers slid into a tight, wet place and curled upwards. My thumb landed on then circled the hard numb it searched out and found immediately. Rachel gasped then wiggled her hips inviting me deeper. Deeper brought my fingers up to the rough tissue of her G-spot and Rachel stiffened, sweet, inviting moans gurgling from her throat. The whirlpool had lost enough water by now that it was her cunt and its quivering lips that peeked out and then were hidden again as her hips rose and fell against my hand. What a beautiful sight - extended labia, only slightly obscured by a trimmed, brunette bush. Just a glimpse, but so inviting! By this time Rachel's hand had found my cock and then my balls below what water was left and was handling them like she'd done it before. There was no hesitancy, just smooth, purposeful motions up and down my throbbing rod and around the sac holding my balls - the balls that had been generating loads of jism for a couple of hours. My groans were groans of pleasure, but also groans hoping for release! Rachel's release came first and her eyes locked into mine again as she shuddered through wave after wave of pleasure. Her cunt squeezed my fingers tightly and her hips rose and fell and gyrated to keep my thumb in place on her clit as she needed to reach a roaring climax. As she was peaking, her hand grasped more tightly on my by now fully exposed cock. This time there was nothing subtle about her intentions. In fact, Rachel puckered her lips, pointed to her face and breathed, "Bring it on. Right here." I grabbed the edge of the whirlpool, pulled myself upwards and forwards - within seconds my raging rod was inches from her face and she was greeted by an eruption as torrents of pent up cum bathed her lips and eyelashes and dripped off her nose to land on her left tit and nipple. Neither of us moved for a moment, except for our heaving rib cages as we caught our collective breath. Rachel was the first one to move and she simply squeezed my cock one more time starting at the root, milking the last drops from the slowly softening shaft. The final bits of cream collected on her thumb and she held her fist up like a trophy showing me her prize before slowly and seductively sipping it into her mouth and smacking her lips. "Got more?" Man. She is insatiable! "Not for the moment." She leaned back against the side of the tub and closed her eyes. "What time is it anyway," she asked, looking around for a clock. Finding none, she craned her neck to see if there was one on the temperature and timer display at her elbow. "There aren't any clocks in here," I replied. "Time stands still in this room." "Okay," she smirked. "Whatever." I realized we really are from very different generations. "Well, my house, my rules." Rachel laughed and slapped my chest. She looked at her fingers and said, "Well, anyway, I've been in here long enough to be turning into a prune. I'm getting out." I reached over the edge of the empty tub and hit two buttons on the side. A bank of lights illuminated a corner of the room and water flowed from recessed shower heads in the ceiling. "Let's get all that stuff washed off and finally get you dried off." "Sounds like a good plan," Rachel replied. "It feels like I've been wet forever." "What happened anyway," I asked as we held hands and stepped out of the whirlpool and over to the corner. More Than Meets the Eye Pt. 01 1) I am completely new to writing erotica. This is my first ever story involving sexual themes of any kind. 2) Somehow I didn't catch some awkward wordings in the second revision. I'd like to say third time's the charm, but don't count on it. 3) This is completely fictional. I've never been to Princeton (not even as a visitor) and I've never blackmailed anyone, nor would I encourage anyone to do that or any other illegal activity. 4) As it says, 'part 1' meaning this is an incomplete work. ***** I was what most considered an 'undercover achiever' throughout high school and I always thought it would pay off, but not until this day. Many people wonder how I go into a university as prestigious as Princeton. Sure I made good grades and even got a near perfect score on my SAT, but that's actually the baseline minimum for somewhere like that. Almost everyone there was also what they considered an 'outstanding' member of their community in high school. I was the quiet kid that made good grades and went home. Sure I studied, but I always made sure I had plenty of free time. Most people presumed I either played video games or watched movies since I didn't get out much. They were wrong. I was a stereotype defying person. Guys that were good students, shy, and isolated were supposed to be pale skinny nerds with glasses. The pale part of it would have still been true, but my swarthy Greek and Turkish complexion prevented it no matter how much I stayed indoors. Then there was the fact that I lifted weights on a regular basis. And since I played absolutely no sports throughout my life, I focused on the ideal bodybuilder form rather than anything disproportionate like athletes do. I have dark brown hair, green eyes and olive skin with a husky build. Spending an absolute minimum of two hours a day lifting in conjunction with a solid diet, by now I might have passed for a male model. People think a guy with with my appearance would have equally stunning girlfriends, or at least a girlfriend. But my attire of sweatpants with long-sleeve polo shirts concealed my looks, plus it's up to the guy to approach and I didn't out of fear of rejection. This was the day all that changed. It was a hot day in the mid-summer and I was visiting Princeton's campus grounds. I'd just turned 20 and was thinking about applying since I already lived in New Jersey so it would have been a reasonable drive. Despite knowing they probably wouldn't want me, I figured there was no harm in applying. Besides, I'd always wanted to at least see it. Getting out and exploring the campus grounds, it saddened me to almost immediately to realize I probably couldn't afford going here. The gothic architecture was in a class of its own and the production value of the small university I was attending had nothing in comparison. I spent about 30 minutes exploring random parts of their outdoor grounds before going in the first door I saw. All of the lights were off and every other door into this building was locked, perhaps this door had forgotten to be locked by mistake. I walked down a long twisted staircase which led me to a narrow hallway, and I walked the entire distance to find one small office with the dimly on. I looked inside and was immediately stunned to see a drop-dead gorgeous woman appearing to be in her late 20's make out with a guy about my age. Neither of them noticed me as they were far too busy with themselves. This was the first time in my life where I would do something I wasn't supposed to do. To be a bad-boy instead of the clean-cut person my parents raised me to be. Taking out my cellphone I took several pictures and even a 12 second video clip before finally they noticed me. By this point she was actually partially undressed with her right breast mostly exposed and her skirt down, and she'd taken off his shirt. They were both astonished to see me with my phone and I smirked as I walked off. At first I was sprinting at full throttle speed but I quickly slowed to a snail's pace as I realized what I recorded could be more than just jerk-off material. The guy had just went down the other staircase to God-knows-where, but she had followed me all the way down the steps until her dainty hand reached my back. "Could you... forget what you saw in there? Surely you wouldn't want to threaten a sweet teacher like myself would you? You look like such a good boy after all," she said. I'd been called 'good' all my life, and worse yet, 'boy'. That was the last straw. She may have had a genuine chance of me deleting those photos and recordings on the spot, but not with those harsh words. "No way," I replied, smirking. "You're going to give me what he gets, or I'll upload these online and report you to campus authorities. Make my day or regret it." She looked horrified and finally realized defeat. "You've got me, kid," she admitted. Finally she wrote her address down on a scratch piece of paper and handed it to me. "Meet me at my house tonight after 6. I'll do whatever you want, but let's make this a one-time meeting," she said with a pleading tone. "As you can't bargain we'll meet as many times as I want. But fine. Just once will be good enough," I agreed. I knew I was in for a treat. She had skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, boobs that were at least DD if not quite bigger, and a very womanly body with curves in all the right places while still being slim with golden blonde hair and a tight butt. Four hours passed and I pulled into her driveway, seeing her blue BMW and house which was at least five times bigger than my apartment. Her wealth shouldn't have surprised me since she was a distinguished Princeton professor, but I was a young and naive student. I rang the doorbell and waited with my heart pounding fast, and began to wonder why I was so nervous. I had control, not her! "Well hello I guess, come in," she sighed. I stepped in, taking off my shoes as she further intimidated me. "I'll have you know I took a warm bubble bath to ease the burden of our encounter, but I'm much more relaxed now considering how today went." Looking around I immediately got an impression of her house. Everything was top of the line, from Italian luxury furniture to the marble staircase and ivory plates by her dining table. "Have a seat on my couch," she said finally after a few uncomfortable glances. "For someone incredibly bold back there, you sure are quiet now." By this point I realized if I could travel I would take this back. But it was too late, all I could do is go through with this. "Come and get my lap," I said, trying my absolute best to sound domineering but instead sounded frightened. Here I was, telling some woman who as at least 6 or 7 years older than me, probably smarter than me and definitely richer than me, to be used like some whore whether she liked it or not. Our agreement was relevant to her by this point, but to my subconscious it was void of any value. She complied, sitting down in my lap facing me, replicating the position with the other boy. "This is what you want isn't it? You never mentioned your name, by the way." "Dylan," I told her trembling, my heartbeat ecstatic. Besides the blackmail itself, I had one more 'trump card' in my deck: my body, which had had nearly completely concealed. "Undress me" I told her almost stuttering as I did. "Are you bi-polar?" she asked me with a small giggle. "No, not as far as I know." I said nervously, all common sense knocked firmly out of me by that point and I felt like an idiot. "You're cuter than at first glance." She said again with a soft smile, then she took off my shirt to reveal my chest and arms. "My... Dylan you're not what I expected." She then continued undressing me, undoing my belt and throwing it across the floor before unbuckling my pants and slowly lowering my zipper and took my pants down, tumbling it in a pile with my shirt. "You... you beast. An inexperienced cute beast, but a beast." She said softly and gave off a slight moan. I could feel her getting hotter by the minute and her compliments had given me the confidence to relieve her some clothes. Starting off with her skirt I began undoing it, but immediately ran into trouble. It became painfully obvious that I didn't have experience with female attire. "Here." She said sweetly, completely taking off her skirt revealing a body exactly how I imagined, with what appeared to be size HH breasts in a lacy black bra and panties. "You've never seen a woman's vagina before, have you?" she asked me. "Look." She said, taking her thong off as well as her bra, revealing her cherry vulva and big gumdrop nipples that were pointy erect. I was practically hyperventilating by this point and she took notice. Taking both of my hands in hers, she put one of them between the cup of her breasts and the other on her vagina. "Make me as excited as you are. And you're practically already there," she whispered. Finally I maintained my composure and began holding her breasts in my warm right hand, my left hand going with my index finger in and out of her bright-red vulva. "Ah that's good. But one finger isn't enough. Put another in" she begged me and I complied by adding my middle finger inside her. With the little common sense I had, I pleasured her from a slow pace to a wicked fast one, and that did indeed make her whimper like I'd hoped. "Mmm damn" she cried out, and I felt a sense of victory to cause someone as educated and high class as her to use such cheap language... now I knew where her instincts were, no matter how much she wanted to cover them. Finally I tugged on each of her nipples gently before suckling on them with my mouth equally soft. "Harder Dylan... I want it to hurt" she pleaded. I bit down with my teeth on each of her buds and she cried out in both pleasure and pain. "Oh FUCK" she cried out. Finally comfortable with myself again, I undid my boxers to reveal my member, rock hard in its complete seven and a half inch glory for her to see. "Oh God," she sighed. I spanked her ass and she moaned once more, looking at me in raging lust. "Get on all fours, you sexy woman" I told her. She quickly complied, shaking her ass in the air again and I spanked it, seeing her vagina dripping wetter than I imagined any to be. Going behind her I started thrusting, going slowly and gentle at first. I wanted to lose my virginity the 'right' way, plus I didn't want to hurt her. My penis wasn't just long, it also had a near exceptional girth and she looked incredibly tight for a woman that was probably very experienced. "Harder Dylan! Much harder oh please..." she whined as I started picking up the pace until gradually I was at full speed, ramming her over and over with deep and powerful thrusts, my balls slapping against her delicate vagina each time. "Oh yes! Fuck me just like that! Oh God you're so good at this" she cried out as I continued and her fingernails dug sharply into her couch, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. I swatted her ass once more and continued thrusting deeply behind her when suddenly she screamed my name, climaxing. I came right after she did, filling her with my seed. "Pick me up Dylan and take me to the room on the right. I would walk myself but you've made me too sore. I can't even feel my legs." I picked her up by her legs and butt, carrying her to her master bedroom. This was going to be a good night. More Than Meets the Eye Pt. 02 My original story got surprisingly good feedback considering my absolute lack of experience with erotica and the childish spelling/grammatical errors. I've finally got around to fixing those and resubmitted the original. I plan to continue working on part 1 to make it even better, and will do this with every other part. Remember, constructive feedback from you speeds the improvement process. This part has more dialogue and backstory than sex. If you exclusively read this for sex I'd advise skipping to part 3. ***** I saw her bedroom was just as luxurious and expensively decorated as the rest of the house. Her bed stand was made of some incredibly exotic bamboo, presumably that wood was neither cheap to obtain nor legal. It intimidated me to be with someone so much 'high above me', in the words of the late 90's tune by Tal Bachman. My dad taught me that relationships, at least from the woman's point of view, had to be about money. He died of cancer when I was 15 and we had a bad relationship, especially in the months preceding his death. Even my good grades weren't enough for him since I wasn't spending my free time the way he wanted. To make matters worse I admitted I had no intentions of following his footsteps to become a surgeon. He ironically died because of a careless mistake on the operating table to remove his cancer. Knowing him he probably would've wished that would finally motivate me to be a surgeon and do it the 'proper' way but it only made me disdain the profession all the more. Rather than listen to the advice of my family I followed my passions which were split between my Journalism classes, a major my father would no doubt have considered useless, and bodybuilding which he thought the same of. I was supposed to make straight A's, get a solid career, not to even think about women until then. My parents had thoroughly drilled into my head that all women would see me as trash unless I had at least as much as they did. After my experience with Miss Rogers I realized how much full of shit they were. On the other hand I knew they were both first generation immigrants out of touch with American culture, and only wanted the best for me. But each of our life stories were unknown to each other by this point. As I was crawling over her naked body with my own, I came to a sudden realization: I didn't know her name. Either the sign by her office only said "Miss Rogers" or I'd simply forgotten it. I was originally the asshole, yet she remembered me. So perhaps my inexperience with sex and love, then, is why I abruptly stopped despite her being wetter than Seattle in the pouring rain when they won the superbowl. "You know, I feel guilty admitting I don't even know your name. We started this off as blackmail so what I originally did was far worse than that. Although since you seem to be genuinely enjoying yourself"- She cut me off. "Willow," she said softly, her fingers stroking my hair as she spoke. "And I don't know your last name so that makes us even," she giggled. "So will you want to see me again after tonight or this it? And if do like me as much as you're acting, is it only in a sexual way or in general?" "I definitely want to see you again after tonight. It's impossible for me to like you in a non-sexual way because sex is all we've done. Although based on your behavior, like abruptly stopping our sex just to randomly talk is proof that you've got no experience with women." "Is my lack of experience bad?" "Some women will see it as bad, others can see it as cute and innocent. And since you can't be older than 22 at the most and I'd still be five years older than you, you can guess what I think." "The way you've enjoyed my company thus far makes it easy to guess." "That's 90 percent your movie star body and 10 percent your innocent behavior, despite blackmailing me. You really shouldn't have done that and most women won't be as forgiving as me no matter how good you look. The reason I saw it differently is because I like casual sex regardless, especially for guys that look like you. But not all women will, and even some of the ones that do would not forgive you for blackmailing them." "Well I'm glad you're enjoying this. I was actually feeling pretty guilty." "Indeed. So, with the exception of the past 15 minutes, you're a virgin aren't you?" "Yeah. Although it seems you can already tell." "Then I probably have much to teach you. I bet you've never had a woman do this to you, hmmm?" she asked as she laid me down and put her huge breasts right between my dick, moving it up and down. "Uh... you're gonna make me cum again. And my balls are almost dry." "And my vagina is so sore that it can't take much more regardless," she smiled as she started rubbing harder. By now my dick was fully hard again, probably for the very last time of this night. "See, I knew you had at least a little juice left in you. Now here's something else for you to experience." She started sucking my cock with her delicate mouth, going only over the tip at first and then all the way, practically choking on it. I went under helpless convulsions as I climaxed, and I saw her drink every drop. "I normally don't do that, it's degrading and I have much more class than the typical woman. But I wanted your first time to be with me." I was completely exhausted by this point which was probably why I fell asleep within minutes after that as she spooned beside me.