This file brought to you by - http://www.mrdouble.com -------------------------------------------- One day while resetting the printer, Sam noticed something new in the terminal room. She was attractive, but not in the sterile manner of a fashion model. He was sure that she was not a student, a new professor seem unlikely, a new secretary was his guess. Her braless figure under her conservative dress drew more that Sam's attention alone. Sam went about his work, sneaking occasional glances at the woman that was to become his obsession. As he left the room to return to other duties, Sam was sure that she would never be more than a source of rich fantasies. That night, as he lay in bed, he recalled her image and attempted to direct in his mind a sexual fantasy with her in the leading role. As had happened to Sam before, he could not force the fantasy to a point where they were engaged in sex. It was if he were watching a film, and at the end of the first reel, a new, slightly rearranged version of the same real were shown again. Finally he gave up and reached for some magazines underneath his bed. Today, Sam was in the mood for erotic letters supposedly written by the magazine's readers. He choose one of his favorite stories from this issue. As I entered the club, I was happy to see that she was working tonight. I always left her big tips and enjoyed seeing the smile she wore on her face as she recognized me. I was sure that the way she sometimes placed her hand on my back as she moved through the crowd was friendlier then necessary. As usual, I ordered a Scotch and soda. We repeated the unspoken ritual where she started to make change, and I put my hand up signalling for her to keep the change. The crowd tonight was a good one, and I could tell by the glow she carried with her that the tips were generous. Her shift ended before the last band. As I saw her leave, I thought he saw her glancing back at me. The next band started and I turn to watch their set. Five minutes later, I noticed her return through the front door. I continued to watch the band as she headed for the ladies room. A little while latter I felt I tap on my shoulder. I turned and my heart began to race as she bend forward to speak into my ear. She explained that her car would not start, and asked for a ride home. Nervously I agreed. When we reached my car, I offered to treat her to a snack before taking her home. The bright florescents of the diner were a dramatic contrast to the dimly lit atmosphere of the club. Her clothes, which allowed her to blend into the background at the club, added to my excitement. She wore a dark blue silk blouse, a tight black leather mini skirt, and little black boots that seemed to scream "fuck me." As we sat down, I squirmed in my seat trying to hide what I felt was a most obvious erection. As she laughed kindly at my attempts at humor, I noticed her breasts jiggling freely underneath her blouse. I was growing more uncomfortable in my excitement, when she reached over to caresses my hand as she illustrated a story about a pass her boss had made at her. I sure my quickened breath and dilated eyes where not lost on her. We finished the meal without incident, and she excused herself as I went to the counter to pay. She returned from the bathroom with a wicked grin on her face and a gleam in her eye. Walking to the car, I took care not to let my erection show. As I started to open the door, she grab hold of my shoulder, spun me around, and forced me against the side of the car. As she pressed her face to mine, I surrender my mouth to her tongue. She ground her sex against my leg as her kiss ripped through my head. As my head started to clear, she pulled her mouth away giggling and whispered in my ear. "Would you be a dear, and stick your lovely tongue in my ass." With this she hiked her dress, leaned over the hood of car, and spread her ass cheeks. This all being new to me, I kneeled to the ground and started pecking kissing on her fleshy cheeks. Her beautiful rosebud invited me onward. The moan she let out as my timid tongue moved toward her anus pushed all shyness out of my head. As I swirled my tongue around her anus, her breathy gasp pleaded for more. Unable to censor my action, I pushed my tongue into her ass. She let out a gasp and cried, "Oh, God I love your tongue in my butt!" The delicious feeling of her tight muscles clamping down on my tongue sent my head spinning. After what seemed like an hour, she nudge me back. Laughing as I stood, she noted that I was still fully clothed, while she stood in a disarray. She climbed onto the hood of my car, threw me a condom, and spread her leg in invitation. Despite the dim lighting of the parking lot, I knew any passerby could have seen our little show. But I was so uncontrollable with lust that I pushed aside my inhibitions. I lowered my pants, slipped on the condom, and crawled onto the hood of the car. Sensing my nervousness, she help guide my dick into her cunt. I pounded away as she leaned back against the windshield. I intense pleasure I felt sliding in and out of her tight sex was amplified by her moans of pleasure. As the pitch slowed slightly, she suggested that she do some driving. We awkwardly switch places until finally I had my back against the windshield. She slowly lowered herself onto my dick, traveling down the shaft, and then back up again until the head was just barely out of her pussy, then repeating the penetration. The super sensitive head of my dick was overflowing my brain with signals of pleasure. Sensing that I was about to explode, she quickened her pace. I heard her breath grow rapid and irregular. She started to scream "I'm coming, I'm coming, oh God, I'm coming" at the top of her lungs. The spasms of her tight muscles pushed me over the edge as I came in a flash of white light. Sam's face grimaced in intense pleasure as he joined them in orgasm, sending pulses of fluid onto his chest. --