Erotic Hot Stories – An Arabian Night

He shuffled into the room, eyes downcast. He was stripped to his waist and barefoot. The cool night air caressed his naked chest causing his nipples to stiffen. His state of undress made him nervous and only added to his confusion. Yesterday, he had been just an American on holiday in the Middle East. Then, for merely dared to look upon the sultan’s wife, he found himself a guest in the sultan’s dungeon. He found it almost laughable and absurd that dungeons existed in this day and age. He was given no contact with the American embassy. No representation whatsoever. He fell asleep, cold and hungry, fearing that the next day would be his last. He awoke in a lavishly furnished room with several other men. None of them would speak to him, if indeed spoke any English at all, and his Arabic was comical. They all just smiled at him and went back to their conversations. It was a little after nightfall when they came for him. Now, a hulking guardsman paced, bull-like in front of him, a wickedly glint to the pistol holstered on his belt. The American was starting to fear that his roving eyes would be his death sentence. The mammoth guardsman stopped and stood directly in front of him. He could almost feel the hatred in the guardsmen’s scowl. “Stand straight! Head up!”

He got his first real look at the room. The walls were adorned with tapestries and the floor was covered with giant cushions and pillows in shades of satiny red. Several candles cast the room in a mercurial flame hue and the air was laced with a sweet and pungent smoke wafting from several incense burners. A large table stood in the middle of the room set with fresh fruit and wine.

“Wait here!” With that final command the guardsman stalked from the room and slammed the door behind him. He immediately turned his attention to the table. Even through the heavy aroma from the incense, he could smell the fruit. The smell made his stomach growl loudly.

Looking around the room, he cautiously stepped to the table and grabbed a handful of grapes. He popped one into his mouth. The pale green orb burst spilling its sweet juices over his tongue. Immediately, he was ravenous and all rational though abandoned him. His hands picked through the fruit tasting it all. He poured a glass of wine and drained it in one gulp.

“Isn’t it considered polite to wait for a lady before you eat?”

He whirled around to see the sultan’s wife standing in the doorway. In his famished state, he had not heard the door open. The seething guardsmen stood behind her, hand on the handle of his pistol.

“You dare eat before the Mistress! Yankee dog! You will die for your indiscretions!” The guardsman strode forward, a murderous look in his eye, but the Mistress’ graceful hand caught his shoulder.

“Abdullah,” she said soothingly, “It is alright. You may leave now.” Despite his obvious disgust, Abdullah slipped quietly out of the room, closing the door behind him.

The sultan’s wife watched the guardsman go and turned to face him. She was even more beautiful up close. He had only caught a glimpse before. Like him, she was American. She had fiery red hair, alabaster skin and luminescent green eyes. He had heard many stories of American women lured into the Middle East to populate the sultan’s harem.

Her sparkling eyes looked him up and down hungrily. He was taken aback by the pure lust in them, yet despite his apprehension, he could feel the stirrings of passion deep inside him. Her near transparent, red robes flowed in waves around her body. He could see the swell of her breasts swaying as she paced around him. Her smell was near overpowering. The aroma of the incense had all but disappeared. She smelled sweet, like the fruit he had just consumed. Now he was thinking of quite a different kind of consumption.

She stopped in front of him, standing close. She was shorter than he was and he could feel her hot breath on his chest. She looked up at him with her green eyes locked on his, a look of wanton desire on her face. He felt her graceful fingers trace up his side and over his chest, lightly grazing his nipple. She ran a finger along his jaw line to the corner of his mouth and then brought the finger to her own lips. Its tip glistened with the juice of hastily devoured fruits. She slipped the digit over her ripe lips and tasted the sweetness.

“Do you know why you are here?” He eyed the sultan’s wife suspiciously. He wondered if this was the part where he died.

“I assume it has something to do with my daring to look at you.”

“It was not just any look you gave me. You looked at me with hunger in your eyes…With lust.”

“And your husband took offense,” he finished. “I can see why. You are…breathtaking. But I have heard about the way he treats women. A beautiful woman is not a possession. She should be savored…worshipped.” She smiled briefly at him and then turned and walked to the table. Her fingers ran playfully over an apple, red as her full lips.

“Let me tell you something about the sultan. He adores me. It’s true, for…political reasons he must promote certain ideals publicly, no matter how barbaric they may seem, but in private, he treats me very well. He gives me anything I want. He gave me you.”

He stood in silent amazement. Slowly realization dawned on him. He would not die this night.

“I am here for…your pleasure then?”

“Yes,” she answered brazenly. “Your sole purpose is to fuel my desires. To feed my lust. The sultan loves me, but he alone cannot satisfy me. Can you?” As she spoke, the sultan’s wife poured herself a glass of wine. She lifted the glass to her ruby lips and sipped of the sweet nectar, all the while her eyes locked with his. He was suddenly aware of his near nakedness. Goosebumps covered his skin and his nipples were stiff in the evening air. He could feel the stirrings of passion in his groin and he was sure that she could see the affect she was having on him.

She circled him again. Her fingertips trailed across his back, her fiery touch sending shivers of desire through his body. He could feel his manhood growing. Her fingers teased across his shoulder and over his chest, winding through his dark chest hair, down across his stomach and then brushing lightly over his growing erection. It throbbed at her touch, and suddenly, he was painfully aroused. She smiled wickedly at him as her fingers hooked over the waistband of his pants. She pulled him to her. He could feel her insistent nipples graze lightly across his chest. He was so close to her he could feel her hot breath on his neck. Her hands were gently running over his body. Over his hips and up his side, over his chest, and along his broad shoulders. His lips just barely grazed her forehead. Her fiery hair smelled sweet. It intoxicated him.

His hands found hers. Their fingers locked for a moment. He let go and ran his fingers lightly up the backs of her arms and then over her shoulders, tracing her collar bone and then gently he lifted her face. His lips skimmed over her cheek leaving a warm moist trail behind them. Their noses brushed against each other. He could feel her eyelashes on his temple.

He softly kissed her shoulder, then her neck and her chin. Then he tasted her crimson lips. They were tangy with a hint of the wine still on them. He cradled her head and pressed her lips to his, kissing her intensely. Their bodies melted together and she could feel his manhood rubbing against her sex.

Suddenly she pulled away from him and pushed him backwards. She regarded him coolly, walked to a large pile of cushions and sat down.

“Strip.” He looked playfully at her and began to walk towards her.

“Strip!” she commanded. “You will do as I say.” He stopped in his tracks at the biting reminder of his station. Pensively, he looked up. Her luscious lips were curled into a sensual smile. Her eyes penetrated him. “Please,” she said. “It would bring me pleasure.” He hesitated for a moment then slowly unzipped his jeans. He pushed them down over his hips and stepped out of them. He wore black boxer briefs and his arousal was evident.

“Keep going,” she urged. “Don’t stop now.”

He pulled off his briefs and stood before her, blushing deeply. His arousal fully exposed, he could feel her eyes devouring his naked form. She bit her full lip and began absent-mindedly running a slender finger over it. Her face wore a mask of ravenous desire. She parted her sheer robes with one hand and began to lightly caress her swollen nipple. He hungrily drank in the sight of her bare bosom. His member, swollen and deep purple, twitched with anticipation. He could not recall ever being as aroused as he was now. The look in her eyes, and the sound of her breaths quick and labored, sent waves of wanton desire through his body.

“Touch yourself,” she breathed. Now past embarrassment, his hand moved over his pelvis, through his dark thatch of pubic hair and slid around the base of his manhood. He could feel how hard it was, like steel beneath soft velvet. He could feel the texture of his skin, the bulging veins and a sense of erotic power that surged in him when he touched himself. He began at the head and slowly stroked the length of his shaft, his hand cupping his balls before moving back up.

He watched the sultan’s wife as she slowly stroked her pink nipples. Her other hand slid down her stomach and inside her red silken panties. She let out a tiny moan. Again and again his deft fingers worked his hardness as he watched her watching him. He was close to exploding when she crooked her finger and beckoned him to her. He nearly tripped over himself in his excitement. He sat down and reached for her, but she held up a graceful hand and stopped him.

“Pleasure me,” she insisted. “Only then will you be pleasured…If you are adequate that is.”

He slowly pushed her robes over her shoulders. Her bare skin, fair and supple, beckoned to him. His gentle hand cupped her breast, the thumb slowly teasing at her swollen nipple. He bent down and took her other nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. She breathed heavily into his ear, her hand cradling his head, pulling it even closer to her breast.

He pulled his head away, a silky trail of saliva stretching between his tongue and her nipple. He left a trail of moist kisses down her stomach, his thumbs now hooked in the elastic of her panties. He nuzzled against her silken covered mound. The smell of her sex was near overpowering. She could feel the slightly rough texture of his hands as he slowly slid her panties over her thighs. He smiled wide when she was revealed before him. She was shaven and he could see that her nectar had already began to flow.

He bent close to her womanhood, breathing hot, moist breaths on it, lightly kissing her inner thighs, grazing her swollen clitoris, with the tip of his nose. The sultan’s wife whimpered slightly when she felt his tongue slide along the length of her sex. Her taste was divine. She could feel his stubble, rough on the inside of her thighs. She moaned, one hand rubbing her breast, the other pulling his head into her grinding hips. He could feel her muscles tighten and her breaths coming quicker. Her body convulsed, and crying out, she came, her body twitching in wave after wave of pleasure.

The sultan’s wife, still trying to catch her breath, grasped him and pulled him towards her. She kissed him hard tasting herself on his lips. Her searching hands made their way down his stomach and found his member still rigid with passion. Her touch on his sex sent electric shivers through him. Her hands were gentle, but hungry. She gently pushed him onto his back and knelt beside him. Her hands ran over his thighs as she gently kissed his abdomen, her soft hair falling over his stiff manhood. He watched as she took it in hand and ever so lightly kissed the swollen head. Her eyes locked with his as she began to slowly lick up and down the shaft. She savored his taste…his smell. He gave a throaty moan when she swallowed the head, her tongue running along the underside. She caressed his balls and stroked his thighs while she continued to take him deeper into her eager mouth. When she could feel his thighs tighten she pulled away from him.

He ached with an overwhelming sense of loss as his manhood slid from her warm mouth, but she straddled him then, and guided him, slick with her saliva and his precum to the entrance of her sex. He felt her silky, slickness as she rubbed his member along the length of her, then slid down over him, engulfing him inside her. She whimpered loudly and bit her lip as he entered her, then, with her hands on his chest she began to rock back and forth on top of him. His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her tightly to him as he drove inside her. She tossed her head back, her fiery hair cascading in a graceful arc over her head as the made love. She moaned loudly, and as if in reply, he pulled her to him and kissed her fiercely on her lips, and then her neck, and finally her breasts, ranging his tongue over her wanting nipples.

“Take me from behind,” she pleaded between gasping breaths. The disentangled their bodies and she knelt in front of him. He grasped his slick member and pushed it slowly into her. She moaned as he filled her, and pushed her hips backward, grinding into his. He grasped her hips again and began to push inside her in a carnal rhythm. Her body was slick with sweat now as they pulsed like a giant heart, pumping lifeblood to one another. He kissed her shoulders tasting the tang of her sweat. She turned her head and he brushed the soaked, matted red hair from her face and kissed her muffling her loud moans. His hands on her shoulders now, he drove into her feeling her body convulse with each thrust.

He moaned loudly knowing that he was close to the edge. The sounds of her whimpering beneath him sent him over. With a final thrust and an animal-like growl, his hot seed spilled inside her. Feeling his passion fill her, she cried out and came again, her body trembling beneath him. They collapsed, sweaty and spent onto the cushions. His arms encircled her and they lay there, a tangle of heaving breaths and pulsing, sweat soaked flesh. He fell asleep holding the sultan’s wife, listening to her breathe and stroking her flame-hued hair.

When he awoke, she was gone. He pulled on his jeans just as Abdullah entered the room with the rest of his clothes. The guard thrust the garments at him.

“Get dressed!”

He dressed quickly in silence, wondering if he’d ever see her again. When he finished he was led to the palace gates where he was ushered out into the harsh daylight. Abdullah tossed his bag on the ground at his feet, slamming the gate in quick succession. The American quickly snatched up the bag and rifled through it. All his possessions seemed to be there. He strapped on his wristwatch and noticed the time. His flight was leaving in less than an hour. He checked the side pocket of his bag and, relieved, he found his plane ticket.

The square was littered with people, but he managed to find a taxi quick enough. As the taxi sputtered off to the airport, he gazed at the palace through the grimy window. Her taste and smell were still embedded in his mind.

He spent the ride in silence, paid the driver, then shuffled apathetically through the airport. He sat and waited in silence for his flight to be announced, his mind filled with her fiery beauty. When they called his number, he wordlessly handed his ticket to the flight attendant.

“First class sir,” she beamed. The words took a moment to register.

“Huh? First class, but I didn’t pay for…” He smiled widely as the realization overtook him. The sultan did have deep pockets after all.

He made his way onto the plane and collapsed in the seat. He ordered a drink and sipped it calmly, gazing longingly out the window. He barely took any notice when someone sat beside him. Then he recalled the sent, and saw a flash of red in the corner of his eye, and by the time he understood she was already kissing him. When they disengaged, he could only stare at her in disbelief. She just smiled wickedly at him.

“I got a divorce.”

END

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Erotic Hot Stories – A Trip to Remember

“Why, oh why did I choose to travel Pakistan Airlines and that too from JFK, the worst airport in the Western hemisphere?” I questioned myself, as the security queue inched a bit further on towards the metal detector and then to the relative peace of the departure gates.

Well, I had taken this flight because a single aircraft would jet me home to Karachi with just two fueling stops in Manchester and Lahore, and would take 12 hours less than the trip on Emirates via Hamburg and Dubai. JFK was the obvious choice as PIA flew daily from there to Pakistan. Also the cost on this airline was significantly lower than on the Arabic carrier, and I had bought a return ticket during my last visit home.

The queue was long and painfully slow. Furthermore the pressure of people adding to the line kept forcing those ahead together and I could feel myself sandwiched between a fifty something mom in front and a thirty something South Asian looking man behind me. As the line surged behind us, I lost my footing and the he grabbed me from the waist and left arm. Without this support, I would have certainly ended up on the floor. Another push from behind meant that one of his arms was around my waist and the other was holding my left hand, and this while my body was totally melded against his.

“Careful, miss,” he said, “the people behind are pushing like animals.”

I thanked him for his help and he slowly released me. But we were unable to fully disengage and another shove meant that I had to just accept that we would be in very close proximity until the metal detector was navigated. Here was a good example of where the norms in Pakistan are a lot better, there women and children would get preference to get through such devices and would not be forced into a unisex line. It took another 10 awkward minutes or so before I finally arrived at the top of the queue. During these moments I was saved from tripping a couple more times and all the while I could feel his pelvic region right up against my ass. I could swear I felt something growing and stirring next to my behind, but was too focused on getting through to realize that the friction was probably giving him a hard on.

Add to the friction the fact that I was at the prime age of 23, having just finished college in the US. I had embraced the country and culture wholeheartedly in my four year stay. Today, given that I was an experienced traveler, I had opted on a smart mid length skirt, short heels and a T-shirt. I figured I would change to a shalwar kameez closer to Lahore. This attire, though fairly ordinary, nicely allowed me to show the curve on my legs. I was proud of the athletic regimen I had strictly followed to ensure my figure was well proportioned and maintained. The T-shirt was not buttoned all the way and let me display a fair bit of cleavage, notably if I bent over. With my hair cascading down nearly down to my waist, my fair skin and light eyes, I was quite the ideal Pakistani-Western woman. It was no surprise that the guy jammed up against me was getting turned on; he could probably feel the warmth of my skin through the light fabric of my skirt and the flimsy panties underneath.

Thanks to heaven no lights lit up as I went through the detector. I was not in the mood to be strip searched by the dyke type female security guard standing next to a close by check room. The same did not hold true for my handbag. Though I had been careful about what I had carried, I was sent to another inspector who began to look through and take out some stuff. Of course, there was nothing suspect inside and the guard mouthed a low “thank you” and allowed me to proceed. However, as I was refilling my bag, my passport and ticket dropped to the ground. I was pleasantly surprised to see the same gentlemen, who had I been squeezed up, handing the things to me.

“So you are from Pakistan too?” he queried, “are you going to Lahore on PIA by any chance?”

“No, I am on PIA but continuing to Karachi,” I replied politely.

Seeing my name on the boarding pass he responded, “I will see you on board then, Ms. Iram Mansoor”.

I thanked him again and as he went off towards the Business Class lounges, I figured I would not be running into him any more. He was a rugged and handsome guy, with features that would not easily identify him as Pakistani. He was dressed very smart casual, and carried a sizable notebook computer and expensive looking luggage.

II

After what seemed like an endless wait, given that the aircraft was delayed by two hours, boarding was finally announced. A wave of people rushed to get on quick, but they were held back by the departure lounge crew. Once order was restored, I found myself about mid way in the pack. Slowly I made my way to the counter and handed over my boarding card.

“Miss Iram,” said the gate agent, “we had a free seat in Business Class and have upgraded you all the way to Lahore. You may have to change back to Economy for the Karachi leg, but check with the staff before you do so. Have a good flight.”

That was certainly great news, given that the PIA Boeing 777 aircraft, while quite new, was pretty cramped in the economy sections. I would now have a lovely business class experience probably all the way home. Why I was upgraded was not a concern that I had, I figured I had made a good impression at the PIA check-in desk and the guys had remembered me. I did look and act memorable compared to the normal load of passengers on this particular flight. A couple of batted eyelids had melted the resolve of the check-in agent to charge me for the significant excess baggage I was carrying along. I knew I was pretty, so why be shy and coy. America had taught me to use my resources to my advantage, and beauty was something I could count on.

I had the window seat on the right side of the aircraft and in the second row. It was not that I had never been in business class before. I had just never been upgraded or flown for such a long journey. The seats looked very inviting compared to the sardine can layout in the back sections and I flopped in to mine with a smile on my face. I gratefully accepted the glass of fresh juice and the newspaper from the stewardess. As I read the paper, I felt someone take the seat next to mine. Looking up, I was surprised to see the fellow from the security line sitting there.

“Hello again Iram, I was wondering if they were going to get you into this seat,” he said.

“Hi again,” I replied, “and you are?”

“Forgive me, I am Fareed Mir from Lahore and Chicago,” he introduced himself.

It was Fareed who had talked to the PIA Station Manager about giving me the seat next to him, and since the Manager remembered me from the check-in desk, he complied. After all he was Fareed’s friend from high school and this was the least he could do for his buddy.

“So why did you ask for me?” I queried him with some suspicion.

“I’ll be frank, I would rather have a very beautiful young lady, who I believe will carry on an intelligent conversation, next to me rather than some average Joe from Pakistan,” he confessed, “I hope you do not mind my company all the way to Lahore.”

Actually I was rather hoping to have someone good to talk with also and Fareed fitted the bill, and now I was in his debt for the upgrade.

The aircraft finally departed nearly three hours behind schedule and we ascended into the night for the journey eastwards. Almost immediately the crew came to life and soon as we leveled dinner was served. I was pretty famished, since I had an early lunch and dinner was quite late compared to my routine. The food was exquisite and I wolfed it down with gusto. During the meal, Fareed nudged me and asked if I would like an alcoholic beverage. PIA does not serve booze and he had brought a bottle of Vodka on board from the Duty Free. Not being a prude as far as alcohol went, and figuring it would help me get some sleep, I accepted and soon we had polished off more than half the bottle. We did get a few stares from the other passengers, either a rebuke for drinking or an appreciation that we were having a good time. By the time dessert was done, I was fairly tipsy. The lights dimmed and I extended the sleeper seat to its fullest and dozed off.

III

Aamir and I had been introduced to each other a couple of years ago by our respective families. He was completing his Master’s level work also in the US and there was a feeling that we would make a good couple. Aamir was presentable, articulate and knew he was going places. He also was the single child of very wealthy parents, so money was not going to be an issue in his life. Just before I returned for my senior year at college, we were engaged in a lavish ceremony in Karachi.

Aamir attended university on the West Coast, while I was in College on the Eastern Seaboard. Because of the distance we would spend hours daily chatting on the phone. I had not yet experienced sexual intimacy, despite three years of college in the US, since I was at an all-girls school. However, as boys were the favourite topic of discussion at any gathering of girls, I was intrigued by the descriptions of various acts that were given by my colleagues. I often fantasized about making love to Aamir and almost always woke up with a sticky feeling down below.

Then Aamir surprised me by showing up at my dorm during Thanksgiving break. He had come to visit friends in Boston and his plan to be a bolt from the blue worked well on me. Luckily I had just finished mid-term exams or my grades would have taken a serious beating. We made plans to go for dinner at a fancy restaurant that evening and he made sure he arrived punctually. I wore stylish designer jeans and high heeled boots and topped them with a lovely blouse and short jacket. Aamir’s eyes ate me up and I could see that I had made a real impact. Dinner was lovely and we made small talk for a couple of hours as the courses were served. Aamir, like me, was not averse to having a drink, and we celebrated with a bottle of champagne.

I was quite giggly as he drove us home. Since it was a holiday, most of the girls had gone. No one challenged Aamir as he walked me over to my room. Guys were not normally allowed into the rooms, but rules could be bent if you knew the right people. Aamir pulled me close and kissed me deeply. The champagne had dulled my inhibitions and I melted into his arms, allowing him to kiss my lips, cheeks, face, neck and so on. He shut the door, sat on my desk chair and placed me on his lap, still kissing me wherever he could. As I began to get more flushed, he slid the jacket off my arms. I next felt his fingers undoing my blouse and soon he was touching the bare skin on my torso as this piece of clothing was discarded. I tensed as I felt him releasing my bra clasp and tried to push him away. Instead he stood us both up and with my back towards him, slowly took the bra off. His hands grasped my breasts and I could feel his throbbing manhood at my rear. He sat me down on the bed, unzipped my boots and set them to one side, correctly figuring I would throw a fit if my shoes were scuffed. Putting his hands to my midsection he then undid the buttons on my jeans and soon these were lying on the ground.

“No Aamir, please do not do this,” I pleaded, secretly hoping that he would ravish me that very instant.

My pleas fell on deaf ears and my panty was too slinky to survive the pull he gave, as it shredded off my legs, exposing my vagina to him.

Aamir bent over me and whispered, “now remove my clothes, Iram.”

In a flash, I had him out of his clothing. He took a condom from his jacket and rolled it on to his penis, which was the biggest I had ever seen so close up. I lay back expecting bells and whistles to go off. Instead, I felt myself being rent apart as his prick entered my virgin orifice. He slacked and pressed a few times before I felt an intense pain and then had a sense of being filled up. Aamir’s cock was firmly inside me. As a Pakistani girl, I should have kept my virginity to my wedding night, but since I was fucking my husband to be, it did not feel wrong. Aamir began breathing in a laboured fashion and soon jerked as a gasp escaped his throat. I was too focused on the pain to feel anything else. He relaxed and lay back on top of me.

Through the night we made love a few more times. Although my vagina became quite sore, I began to feel some inner pleasure from the battering Aamir gave me. I enjoyed his exploration of my body and when he licked my privates. However, I was not bold enough to agree to sucking his cock. After all it had given me so much pain when he had deflowered me, I could not fathom the hurt it could lay on my mouth. Aamir made up for his disappointment at not get a blow job by fucking me doggie style. I again drew the line at anal sex, though I allowed him to stick his finger into my back side. Finally exhausted, we cleaned up and I sneaked him out of the dorm before too many people were up and about.

I had repaid Aamir in kind during Easter by going to California with some colleagues and dropping in on his apartment late in the evening, without any prior warning. I stripped down to a rather skimpy bikini and spread myself on a deck chair by the pool. I then gave him a call to come down and help me with luggage. He was down in a flash and the sight of me in barely any clothes worked wonders on his midsection. Needless to say Easter was wonderful, but I hardly saw any of California, given I was never in enough of a clothed state to venture very far from him.

I was now on my way back, and he would be coming home soon also. Our wedding had already been planned for December the same year. In the three or so months since our last encounter, I dreamt of the moment every night. Often I would discover my fingers delving deep into the recesses of my vagina and then resulting wetness all around.

IV

I felt a hand envelop mine and help my index finger into my pussy. The pressure increased as another finger of mine and one of the stranger’s also found their way in.

“Ooh, that’s lovely Aamir,” I moaned, “rub me some more.”

The fingers began to move with a nice rhythm. I felt my blouse being unbuttoned and my breast being caressed.

“Kiss me please,” I implored, as I turned my face to one side. I felt my lips being crushed as a tongue entered my mouth.

I came mightily, and woke up shocked to see Fareed kissing me full on the mouth, while fingering my pussy and fondling my breast. My blouse was open more than half way almost releasing one breast from the cup. The skirt had ridden up, exposing my panties and our hands were under the sheer cloth, teasing my vagina. Both of us had blankets over us and it was dark in the plane, so no one could see what either of us had been up to.

“What are you doing?” I hissed, trying to get his hands off my body.

Instead he grabbed my vagina harder and pushed another finger in.

Stroking my neck with his free hand, he whispered, “you were asking me to kiss you and to do some things, I just went along with whatever you asked.”

Apparently I had audibly babbled on in my sleep, damn the vodka!

“Aren’t you ashamed trying something like this with an unmarried, virginal girl?” I responded.

“Well unmarried yes, untouched no, Iram,” he replied again, winking at me.

His fingers were moving in and out quicker and I did not want to make a noise that would bring unwanted attention from the crew and hundreds of fellow passengers. My body began to react to the stimulus and I reached another orgasm. Fareed took his fingers out and ran his hands down my legs, pulling my panties off.

“These will make a lovely souvenir,” he chuckled.

“Please give them back,” I begged, remembering that I had accidentally packed all my other panties into my bag and had not kept any spares in my hand luggage.

“Okay, but on the condition that you be nice to me on the journey,” he replied.

“All right,” I agreed, “what do I have to do?”

“Well to start with, let me please see those beautiful breasts,” he requested.

I went red in the face, but he suggested I remove my blouse and bra under the blanket. I put the blanket on my back and pulled it close as I took off my clothing. Fareed slowly dropped the front and revealed my chest.

“They are truly marvelous,” he said admiringly as he began to suck on my nipples.

I was getting aroused. He looked around and saw the restroom area was empty.

“Follow me,” he ordered.

I put my blouse back on and holding the bra in one hand entered the washroom. Fareed came in behind me and locked the door. He sat down on the commode and undid his pants to remove his cock. Turning me around, he lifted my skirt and positioned my rear over his manhood. Slowly he managed to fit his cock into my pussy.

“You are not wearing a condom,” I whined.

“It’s okay, I will not come in you, I do not want to be a dad either yet,” he responded.

I began to move up and down his shaft, which seemed larger than Aamir’s. After a few minutes, he beckoned me to get off. He now asked me to sit on the toilet and before I knew it forced his cock into my mouth. Holding my head he kept ramming it in as I gagged for breath. Thankfully he exploded within moments and I was forced to suck everything down, as he ordered, or risk it all over my clothes. He cleaned himself, kissed me on the lips and went out quickly. I heard him telling someone that the toilet was not working and he should go to the next one. I found packets of toothpaste and brushes in the washroom and was happy to clean out my mouth. I had been forced in some way, but had found the experience to my liking. I was relieved he had not come in my pussy; a pregnancy would have been something to explain to everyone in Karachi. I had also been pleasantly surprised by the blow job, it was not as awful as I had thought, rather the feeling of power over the man, given that one could bite down with gusto, was something to relish.

“Iram you were wonderful,” Fareed murmured as I returned to my seat.

I found my panties on the seat but decided to not wear them yet as my pussy was still excited and I could feel wetness oozing out of it periodically. A few moments later the lights came on and breakfast was served in anticipation of landing at Manchester. We had just finished and gotten back to our seats in time or things could really have taken a less than palatable twist.

Fareed leaned over and joked, “you’ve already eaten me, I would love to eat you, this food is not really needed!”

I nibbled at the breakfast all the same to get my mind off things. Well I had certainly had a club class experience and my fellow passenger had already entered nirvana. I did not feel violated, maybe out of a sense of debt repayment for the upgrade, but more likely for the fact that I had enjoyed the spontaneity and danger of mile high sex. And we were still just half-way to Lahore!

V

As we exited, we were told the stop was for one hour more than usual, due to some technical reason. The Manchester Station Manager was waiting at the gate passing out Club Lounge passes to the Business Class passengers. Fareed grabbed a couple and led me to the lounge in the departure area. After seating us in a relatively empty section, he went off to ostensibly visit the duty free shops. He returned a little while later and was laden with reading material and other items.

He asked me if I was grungy and would like to have a shower. After the night’s antics, I was certainly up for this. He asked me to grab my vanity kit and come with him. Soon we were at a restroom area, with signs for showers indicated. A Sikh attendant was there and Fareed gave him some money. He handed us towels and showed us into a cubicle which was attached to a shower. I had expected separate male and female showers, but Fareed had bribed the guy to let us into the same place. There was a fair sized bench and a wash basin apart from the shower.

While I was still soaking in the implications of being in the same shower, Fareed had grabbed me close and was already pulling down my skirt. Since things had already gone far enough, I did not object and he soon had me nude.

“You are gorgeous, Iram, I am so lucky to have met you,” he spoke while rubbing my breasts.

My cheeks turned red at the compliment, as he disrobed quickly and laid me down on the bench.

Pulling out a pack of condoms from his pocket and stating, “Manchester Boots Duty Free to the rescue,” he put one on.

With my legs splayed either side of the bench, he pushed his cock into my willing pussy. Fareed pumped for quite a while, giving me a couple of orgasms in the process. Finally spent in the condom, he pulled out.

“Let’s shower up,” he suggested and we proceeded to enjoy the warm water for about half an hour still playing with each others’ privates.

Cleaned and freshened up, I was looking to put my blouse and skirt on again, when he pulled a package out of the Duty Free bag. Inside was a sharp Liz Claiborne mid length dress, which covered the breasts and closed in a choker at the neck, but had the back dropping to just a couple of inches from the derriere. The hem, however, did extend six inches below the knees. Along with it was a jacket that could be worn to hide the deep back.

“You don’t mind if I keep the blouse and skirt as remembrance of our encounter?” he asked and I nodded assent.

Another box contained a sharp set of stilettos, and in my size, but I was not going to let him have the shoes I was wearing as those were personal favourites.

“Check them out and change them if they don’t look good,” he suggested.

The stilettos were an exact fit and showed off my pretty feet in good measure. Dressed to kill, I returned to the aircraft as boarding was announced. I certainly got a lot of stares, given my new dress and fresh look, but no one could have figured out how much had transpired in the past 12 or so hours since the queue at JFK.

VI

As the dress was backless, I could not put my bra on, and so my bare breasts perked up the front nicely and the nipples were clearly visible. Since I did not want to spoil the jacket by wearing it all through the flight, I had the stewardess hang it in the coat rack thereby exposing my back greatly. By now I could have cared less if anyone objected to my mode of dress. Not only was I traveling better than I had paid for, I certainly was getting serviced a great deal more. Incidentally, as the crew had changed, and I was clearly the snazziest dressed female on board, I was now receiving a lot of attention from the male attendants in particular. Backless dresses are not the norm in Pakistan and I was certainly giving many of them painful erections as they were able to see almost down to the crack of my ass. The female crew was also busy chatting about my dress and “decadent” look. One even ventured to ask if I was a model or designer, and I playfully confessed to being both, much to the enjoyment of Fareed, who was soaking in the action. Within the first hour, every crew member had been in the vicinity to stare at me.

Lunch was served and things returned to normal on the aircraft. I wonder if any of the guys had to go jerk off in the washrooms from the hard-ons they got leering at me. Sure enough, Fareed pulled out a few British ales and I enjoyed downing them with him. So they were a few calories, but they certainly make them good in that part of the world.

As I snuggled up again to catch some sleep, Fareed murmured, “you need to change into something Pakistani before we land or you know this dress will give people heart attacks if you come off the plane in it.”

We had both covered ourselves with blankets and Fareed’s fingers soon found their target. He fingered me for a pretty long time and I was worried the dress may get stained. Luckily it did not.

The flight droned on, the impact of lunch and lack of sleep made most of the passengers doze off. Fareed suggested it was time to change into a more appropriate outfit. As I went into a washroom to change, he knocked and I slipped him inside. Needless to say a quick fuck and clean up followed. We kissed for a few minutes and then he left me to make myself presentable. As the plane came over Pakistani territory, heading to Lahore, I stepped out in proper regional attire, much to the disappointment of many on the aircraft.

The plane landed in Lahore, nearly four hours behind schedule. Just as the lights were dimmed, Fareed sneaked a kiss. He bid me goodbye and talked to the chief steward on the way out. I saw him going up the gangway and wondered if I would see him again or if the past 24 hours had ever happened. The fact that the dress was in my luggage and that I could still feel his hands on my privates meant that I had truly undergone the experience.

VII

It took a while for the flight to prep up and leave for my ultimate destination, Karachi. Finally we were off the ground and the end to my journey was just an hour and a few minutes away. As I had anticipated, no one asked me to go back into Economy Class and so my trip continued in comfort. But, half an hour into the trip, the Captain came on advising of freak thunderstorms in Karachi. Since the airport had been shut down for the time being, we would be returning to Lahore to wait out the weather.

We landed and passengers were asked to go into the departure lounge. As we reached the baggage hall, I found myself looking at Fareed. He came up and told me he had heard about the storm and flight cancellations and had taken a chance to see if I was coming back. Furthermore he advised that the storm was in fact a full blown cyclone in the Arabian Sea that would mean Karachi was closed for at least half a day.

“Why Fareed, how do you know all this?” I asked, secretly relieved to see him in a city I did not really know.

“Iram, I work for the ICAO and am supposed to know what is going on with airlines and weather and so on,” was his response.

I now figured out how he was getting treated so much better all around and could pull strings with the airline. He had arranged for PIA to get me a room in the Pearl Continental Hotel, which was the premier place in town. While the bags remained on the flight, I was advised to come back after 12 hours. Meanwhile the immigration formalities for those going to Karachi were now done in Lahore as arrangements for their stays were being made. An officer delivered my stamped passport and I was soon in my room at the hotel. I would no longer need to go through customs and immigration in Karachi, thanks heaven for small mercies!

VIII

Some time after I had arrived and finished showering up to sleep, there was a knock on the door. Not surprisingly, Fareed was there with a bunch of packages in tow. I should have denied him entry, but so much water had passed under the bridge that I felt a certain friendship with him. Lovers we were, but I was also enjoying his company.

“Iram, I have brought you some of the finest foods from Lahore, it would be a travesty if you did not get to sample the cuisine while here,” he said laying out a half dozen items on the table.

“But this food is messy and you don’t want it all over yourself, so take off your dress and put some towels over yourself,” he hinted to me.

I did as he directed and enjoyed the treatment as he seated me naked in his lap and alternatively fed me tasty bits of the food and tickled my body parts. Finally I could not eat any more.

I was, however, ready for more sex and lay down on the bed. Fareed, now unclothed, opened my legs wide and sucked on my pussy until I felt an orgasm build up and dissipate. Licking my legs, midsection and breasts, he positioned himself and entered my pussy yet again. We lay entwined and he began to slowly make love to me. For once we were not having a quickie or in any danger of discovery, and the sensation was wonderful. After a while he asked me to sit on top and straddle his cock. I did so without question and began to buck as he enjoyed the sight of my breasts bouncing in their glory as his penis vanished into and emerged from my vagina. I pulled him out as he began to thrash a bit and took his cock into my mouth, peeling the condom off first. He came, but not to the extent of the first blow job, and I had no trouble swallowing the love juice down. Still, I was impressed that he had managed to fuck me repeatedly in the past day or so. Aamir had not managed more than twice a day while we were together in the States.

Fareed asked me to leave a wake up call with the front desk and we went to sleep in each others’ arms. The call got us out of deep slumber. As we had over one hour till the car was due for the airport, I began to rub his cock rhythmically. His response was automatic and he was up quickly. Rather than putting me on my back, he turned me face down. Picking up my bottle of lotion from the side table, he greased his cock. I was wondering what he was up to when his prick invaded my backside. I yelped and begged him to withdraw, but he thrust all the way in. Slowly the pain subsided and I began to enjoy his pulling in and out of my ass. He grunted as whatever sperm he could muster was deposited into my rectum. Not only had he fucked me royally, he had also introduced me to the joys of anal and oral sex.

I figured Fareed was also well and truly fucked. He bid me goodbye, before the phone rang to advise about the car waiting for the ride to the airport. I was sure this was going to be the last time I would see him and was glad that the episode was coming to an end. We had been intimate, and it had made a journey very pleasant. But it was now time to put this sojourn behind me and embark on the next part of my life with my soon to be husband. Importantly, Aamir would be glad to both get his blowjobs and to fuck my ass if he so desired, without any objections from me, as those inhibitions were now ancient history.

IX

This time the aircraft took off without incident. Fareed had brought me a designer shalwar kameez and this time I really looked like a Pakistani runway model. My business class seat was still there and so was the elevated level of attention from the flight crew. Exactly as indicated, the plane touched down at a very wet Karachi airport one hour and thirty minutes later. I had half expected to lose my bags, but sure enough they were there on the carousel.

More importantly Aasim was standing in the baggage area to receive me. We demurely shook hands as any further public display would render us liable to prosecution.

“You look smashing, Iram, I am sure you turned quite a few people on in the flight,” he ventured.

“Oh no, Aamir, I only dressed up to show what treats I have in store for you,” I teased him back, leaning in to let my still bra-less breasts brush his arm.

He was quite surprised with my boldness, and got us into the car and on to the road in record time, anticipating a good reward in the near future.

I am sure he would have been even more surprised at how many hard-ons I had actually dealt with in the past few hours, but that was my very own secret!

END

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Erotic Hot Stories – A Tantalizing Taste of Africa

Joe inhaled deeply, savoring the crisp clean mountain air. His eyes absorbed the breathtaking panorama of the city and it’s pristine coastline with vast expanses of sandy white beaches. For as far as he could see, the magnificent countryside stretched, bursting with bountiful rivers and a unique flora system. He was overlooking an area considered to be one of the most beautiful in Africa. Located at the southern tip of the African continent and nestling between the cold blue waters of the Atlantic Ocean and the warmer surf of the Indian Ocean’s was the Cape.

“Welcome to Cape Town, the Mother city of South Africa,” Megan said softly, brushing a windswept strand of auburn hair from her face. Joe smiled and turned towards her. She was like a breath of fresh air herself. Vibrant, friendly and with an earthy sexiness that seemed to radiate from her green eyes and emanate from every pore of her lithe body. “ Sir Francis Drake, the great explorer remarked that this was the fairest Cape that he had ever seen in the whole circumference of the earth. What do you think, Mr. Traveler?” she asked sultrily.

“It’s stunning, and the South Africa women are not bad either,” he quipped letting his blue eyes rake over her. Megan smiled coyly. During their exhilarating cable car ascent of Table Mountain, rising over 3000 feet to the flat summit, Joe had pressed his hard body close to hers. His clean masculine smell mingled with the faint scent of after-shave teased her senses and caused her heart to race wildly. For a moment she thought back to their meeting and how they came to be together on this spectacular peak sculpted from sandstone.

From her first glimpse of him at the International Earth Summit Conference, where she was a representative for one of the local companies, Megan had been attracted to Joe. The convention was teeming with American and European delegates, but he stood out. It was his sexy distinguished look. Tall and athletic, blonde hair flecked with gray and the way he moved, that had caught her attention. After observing him from a distance for a couple of days and establishing that he was alone, she had boldly introduced herself to him.

Joe had been delighted to meet her. No matter how luxurious the Convention Center and Hotel was, he felt cooped up and restless like a caged animal. As a man who loved the outdoors, the wind on his face and lots of wide-open spaces, the claustrophobia was getting to him. Closing in like a vice around his throat. He could take just so much of the structured program, the networking, and the backslapping dignitaries with their expansive promises and long drawn-out speeches. Thank God this was the final day, he thought. Just the closing dinner banquet to get through and then it was over. His endurance was stretched. He needed to go for a jog, let off some steam and get laid. And then she appeared before him like a welcome oasis in a hot dry desert. Fresh and bubbling with life-giving energy. Her joyous laugh was infectious making him want to smile and her exotic accent, so different to his own, was utterly captivating.

Megan had learned that although well traveled, this was Joe’s first trip to South Africa and he had a single day at leisure when the conference ended. Business commitments required that he return home abroad almost immediately.

“So you have come all the way to sunny South Africa to look at hotel walls and spend time with men in suits?” Megan inquired cheekily.

“No, I visited the tourist store in the hotel lobby, as well and bought some great postcards.” Joe teased with a serious face, but his deep blue eyes twinkled with mirth. “So I’ve seen most of what there is to see. As they say, been there, done that, got the pictures!”

Megan laughed throatily. “Pictures just don’t do it. Damn Joe, you’re in the Cape! You have to feel it, you have to experience it, you have breath it! After all, the culture here comes from the diverse cultural melting pot of Indonesian, French, Dutch, British and German settlers, as well as the local Khoisan Bushman, Hottentot and Black tribes from the north,” she enthused. “ So how about I give you a small taste of Africa and show you around?”

Joe watched her mouth as she spoke. It was luscious and full with soft pouting lips. The kind of mouth he loved to kiss and to have wrapped around his thick hard cock. “Yeah, I’d love a taste of what Africa has to offer,” he said huskily, letting his mind drift to the delicious nectar that sprang from her loins. “So choose your favorite places and let’s go. I’m yours for the taking…” Megan smiled, she had the perfect day planned for them, filled with natural beauty, adventure and all things earthy.

“You’re in good strong hands,” Joe said, as he slipped his arm around her slim waist and guided her towards the winding trail.

“Ok, so we hike down the mountain instead of taking the cable car?” Megan asked, enjoying the warmth from Joe’s body. It was a couple of degrees cooler at the top as they began their descent along the rugged footpath flanked by a wide variety of plants, many of them appearing no where else on earth. They walked down, their bodies brushing against each other, his fingers linking with hers. When the path narrowed and they walked in single file over rocky terrain, his strong hands steadied her with firm grasps and light lingering touches over the contours of her body. The wind picked up and some clouds rolled in. “Devil’s Peak will soon be blanketed in cloud,” Megan remarked.

“Devil’s Peak?”

She nodded and pointed to an adjoining mountain range. “It was named Devil’s Peak, because of various local legends that accuse good old Satan of a smoking addiction, so severe he regularly obscures the mountain top in a cloud of exhale.” Megan replied chuckling.

Joe laughed heartily. He was having fun. The outdoor exercise and her closeness had his adrenaline pumping and he could feel the “devil” in his pants steadily peaking.

Later, they relaxed in the green shade cast by large oak trees at one of the Wine Estates. It was set in a splendid maze of steep mountains and verdant valleys. A waiter placed a platter before them crammed full with cheese, olives, cherry tomatoes and fresh crusty bread. Two bunches of succulent grapes completed the delicious array.

They sat opposite each other at the small wooden table, their knees touching lightly.

“Well everything looks very tempting,” Joe said seductively as he poured them each a glass of well-rounded wine. “I hope that I will be able to indulge in all that I see…”

Megan sipped her wine and looked at him. He had been subtly flirting with her all day. She flashed him a dark sexy look and flirted back. “Well that depends on your appetite and your stamina doesn’t it?”

“Oh my appetites are huge and plentiful, and you just want to see my stamina…” he replied, pressing a plump olive to her lips. She parted them slightly and let the olive slide slowly into her mouth. She rolled it around her tongue, before chewing and swallowing it. Joe watched her mouth and the sensual way she used it. His cock stirred in delicious anticipation.

“It’s firm and salty,” she said, licking her lips lasciviously. “I want more.”

Mmm, you want more…” Joe teased, “Ask me nicely.”

Megan ran the tip of her tongue over her lips and fed Joe a cube of cheese, letting her fingertip lightly touch his face. The taste of the ripe, mature cheese filled his mouth. “It’s smooth and creamy, with a hint of moistness,” he said huskily, sliding another olive between her lips. She caught his finger in her mouth and let her tongue glide around the tip, before drawing it deeply in and sucking it sensuously. Joe’s cock responded immediately, growing rigid and stiff as he watched and felt her mouth lavishing oral attention on his thick index finger.

“Jesus,” he groaned, pulling his glistening digit from her mouth. You’re a naughty girl.”

“Mmm more like a greedy, hungry girl,” she purred, “One who knows what she likes.”

“And what would that be?” Joe asked, taking a bite of bread and chewing slowly. His eyes never left her face.

“Well, I enjoy using my senses. Touch, taste, smell, hearing and sight to savor nature’s bounty and goodness. I like textures, hard and smooth to tantalize my tastebuds.” She smiled and took a long sip of her wine, swallowing deeply. “Mmmm I love the robust fullness as it slides down my throat…” Joe got up and moved to the chair alongside hers. He smiled at her and trailed his hand along the warm smoothness of her inner thigh. She gasped softly, quite unprepared for his swift movements.

He pressed his mouth close to her ear and whispered “ Megan, you’re a greedy, teasing, cock hungry slut, aren’t you?” She smiled seductively, his words sent a shiver of excitement up her spine. He continued, his warm breath teasing her ear. “And I have an eat- as- much- as- you- like buffet right here.” His hand guided hers over the taut fabric of his swollen groin. It was hard and hot to her lingering touch.

The people at the table opposite glanced at them and smiled knowingly. “Shit Joe,” Megan groaned softly, “People are watching us.” His hand found its way back to her thigh creeping higher in search of her hidden treasure. With his other hand he plucked a luscious black grape from the bunch and pushed it deep into her mouth. Oh God, Megan thought, as the grape exploded between her teeth and the sweet juice filled her mouth, my pussy is so fucking wet.

As if reading her mind, Joe popped a grape into his own mouth and growled in a low voice. “And after you have feasted on my hot meat buffet and drunk from my gushing fountain, I will slowly savor dessert. Big juicy grapes, fresh from the steamy wet depths…” He paused, watching her eyes.

Megan exhaled deeply, suddenly realizing that she had been holding her breath.

“Of your hot hungry cunt!” he hissed.

The raw sexual energy between them was overwhelming. Megan stood quickly and disappeared in the direction of the ladies room. Joe reached under the table and rubbed his hand over his aching cock, trying to quell the deep ache. Megan returned. Her face flushed, a wild fevered look in her blazing eyes.

“Come with me,” she said, grabbing Joe’s hand and leading him away from the dining area.

“The ladies room?” Joe asked, as he pulled her close and kissed her hard when they were out of sight of the diners.

“No,” Megan moaned, her lips seeking his mouth in another passionate, bruising kiss, “ Too busy.” She dragged him to a small alcove behind the main building. The sounds of voices drifted to them. They were still in close proximity to people but she didn’t care. Joe pushed her against the wall and let his hand slide up her thigh to her panties. His eyes widened when he discovered that she had removed them and his fingers slid straight into her frothing cunt. He scooped some pussy juice out and brought it to his mouth.

“God, you taste good,” he groaned as he relished her warm honey tang and breathed in her musky scent. Megan wanted to savor his taste as well, but they were in a raging sexual frenzy. Like two animals in heat, desperate to mate, to fuck! Joe unzipped his pants and his cock sprung free thick and engorged, with an angry looking purple head. He grabbed Megan’s leg and lifted it high up onto his waist as he plowed his rampant hardness deep into her scorching cunt.

“Yes, yes!” she cried, “Fuck me, fuck me hard, harder!” she urged. Her pussy walls gripped his pistoning cock tightly and her muscles worked his throbbing hardness. She met each one of his savage thrusts, grinding her pelvis against his and grasping him firmly. The base of his thick cock rubbed against her swollen clit and her wetness seeped down her thigh. The scent of their fucking hung heavily in the air around them, heightening their excitement. They heard the sound of approaching voices and Megan’s heart felt like it might burst in her chest.

“Oh God, I’m going to cum,” she panted as the first wave of orgasm smashed into her abdomen and rocked her backwards. “Fuck yes! Yes!” she cried sharply. Joe pressed his hand against her mouth hard, silencing her screams of pleasure as her cunt convulsed around his erupting cock.

“Oh yeah baby, that was good, so good,” Joe moaned breathlessly, as the last of his seed spilled into her throbbing and twitching pussy. He had sprayed a massive load inside her and some dribbled out as he withdrew. Megan fell against him, spent and shaky as they kissed softly in the warm glow of their passion and the afternoon sun.

“I have something that I need to do,” Joe said, his eyes glinting, “Before we return to the table.”

“Oh yes, what is it?” Megan asked curiously.

Joe reached into his pocket and produced three firm, round grapes.

“Oh Jesus no!” Megan gasped, as he pushed the grapes deep into her freshly fucked cunt. She clenched her muscles involuntarily to keep them from slipping out of her oozing crevice.

“I’ll have dessert later, when they are nicely marinated…” he said lewdly licking his fingers, “Now put on your panties, and lets go have lunch.”

They returned to their table. Megan was acutely aware of the invading fruit that was snugly buried deep inside her tight tunnel. Fuck, she thought, resisting the urge to clench her pussy too hard around the teasing cold globes. It was so erotic, but she hoped to God that they stayed intact. Joe nodded politely at the astonished waiter and chuckled at the thought that he had probably got a huge eyeful of them frantically fucking like two horny rabbits.

“Just one more place to experience, “ Megan said as she pulled off the winding road and parked the car. She reached over to the back seat and grabbed a basket. “Follow me stud,” she said conspiratorially.

“Baby I’m in your hands,” Joe said laughingly, “Although I’d rather be in your mouth, and feasting on your fruit…”

“Well you might just get lucky,” Megan winked saucily, “I’m beginning to feel hungry again.”

“Ah that voracious appetite…” Joe stopped and gasped at the sight before them. They had navigated their way down a very steep path flanked by lush green vegetation and then they came upon it. Recessed discreetly behind two massive granite boulders was the most beautiful remote beach Joe had ever seen. He stared in wonder. The sand was shimmery white and powder soft. They padded barefoot over it until they found a secluded spot.

Megan reached into the basket and brought out a bottle of chilled champagne and two long stemmed crystal champagne flutes. She spread a soft quilt on the sand and dropped down onto it while Joe poured some of the cold bubbly liquid into a glass and handed it to her. She smiled as his eyes appraised her, taking in the contrast of her tanned, sun-kissed skin against the thin white lace of her dress.

“My God, this place is stunningly beautiful,” Joe said hoarsely. A gentle wind ruffled his hair and Megan felt the pulse in her throat begin to throb as he draped his arm casually around her. They looked out at the clear blue ocean. The swells were good and the waves crashed onto the shore as the tide began to rise.

“This beach is outstanding for surfing,” Joe remarked, as his hand moved slowly up to the nape of Megan’s neck and trailed through her hair. He touched her lightly, letting little tingles rush up her spine. She sighed softly as he dragged his tongue from the back of her neck towards her shoulder. His fingertips brushed her bare arms and she moaned as she stretched her body languidly. Her nipples were rock hard, poking through the thin fabric of her dress. Joe moved his mouth to hers and teased her lips with the tip of his tongue. She tried to kiss him, but he pulled back and held her firmly.

“Still so greedy my sweet slut,” he murmured, as he slowly peeled off her dress leaving her in her stained white thong. He buried his nose between her thighs and smelled the strong cunty aroma of her recently fucked pussy. The remnants of his cum mingled with her juices on her stained panties. “I want this as my special souvenir,” he said as he scraped his teeth across the soiled fabric covering her mound. A deep throbbing heat coursed through Megan’s pussy as she felt his warm breath radiating over her and teasing her groin.

“Oh Joe, she begged, don’t do this to me, please!” He ignored her and dragged his tongue up over her flat belly and navel to her engorged nipples. They were like rock hard pebbles, pointy and aching to be sucked. He flicked his tongue slowly over them and then sucked them into his mouth causing her to gasp and squirm. His lavish tit sucking and the warm breeze caressing her were a heady combination of erotic pleasure. Her cunt pulsed with excitement and her breath caught in her chest. She could feel Joe’s thick bulge straining against her thigh. She moved her hand to touch it, teasingly tracing the outline with her long nails. Joe growled deeply and sat up stripping off his clothes, while she slipped her fingers inside her thong and ripped it off.

Joe’s cock was above average, thick with bulging veins and a smooth glistening head. A small drop of precum dribbled from the slit and her mouth watered to taste it. Megan pushed him down on his back and moved her face enticingly to his groin. She blew softly onto his cock and watched it jerk responsively. Changing her position, she lowered herself over Joe’s naked body in a sixty- nine position and rubbed her soaking wet pussy over his mouth.

Megan kissed his balls and let her tongue slide over the soft skin between them. His cock was like a steel rod. She felt the heat emanating from it as she slowly slid her tongue from the base all the way up the rigid shaft to the top. Her lips surrounded the head of his cock and she thrust her head down while she sucked him. Her tongue swirled like a slippery snake flicking back and forth and around his throbbing glans.

“Ahhh,” he groaned as he felt her talented mouth working his dick. His tongue was devouring her cunt, sliding between the wet pink folds and vibrating her hard swollen clit. He slipped a finger inside her and stretched her open so his tongue could deep-fuck her steaming pussy and hook out the juicy grapes. She let out a groan as she felt the grapes pop out of her pussy. Joe devoured them slowly.

“Mmm the food of the Gods,” he sighed as he relished their juicy succulence. Joe breathed deeply savoring the musky scent of her pussy and the salty smell of the sea. The taste of the sweet grapes and her pussy juice lingered on his tongue. Megan stopped sucking Joe but kept stroking him with her hand not wanting to break the rhythm. She reached over to take a sip of her champagne, and with the cold bubbly liquid in her mouth she slid her lips back over Joe’s aching cock.

“Fuck!” he gasped as the sensations of cool frothy liquid and soft wet tongue conspired to tease his raging hot cock. He thrust hard, deep into Megan’s mouth. He was dizzy with desire and the sound of the crashing waves roared in his ears. Megan swallowed the champagne, tasting the heady flavor of precum mixed with the sweet,icy bubbles. She felt Joe slide the warm fullness of his tongue from her tight ass hole all the way up to her clit, and then capture it into his mouth. He sucked it firmly but gently, slipping two fingers up to the first knuckle into her love hole.

“Give it to me, finger fuck me!” she hissed, letting Joe’s cock slip from her mouth. The teasing was driving her wild, and Joe felt the tight grip of her greedy cunt wanting to suck his fingers inside. He plunged them in deeply, moving them in and out and from side to side, finger fucking her into a frenzy while his mouth sucked her clit. He slid the index finger from his other hand up her humid ass and she screamed and writhed on top of him. Megan lost all sense of time and place. Her mouth latched onto his cock again and she sucked harder, more fervently. Her hands were everywhere, stroking his ass, his balls. Rubbing and touching until she felt him tensing. She was desperate to taste him and to milk him of his fertile seed. His cock swelled dangerously and she felt the deep throbs as she gripped his shaft firmly. He let out a wild guttural howl as the first spurts of thick hot creamy cum shot into her waiting mouth. She swallowed, tasting his sweet saltiness and licked the pulsating head clean. Her own orgasm was bubbling wanting to erupt like a volcano. She pressed her drenched pussy down harder onto his mouth and let the exquisite explosion wash over her as her cunt walls throbbed and tightened around his fingers, flooding cum into his mouth. Megan cried out loudly. Her body shuddered, the sounds of the ocean and tide merging with the thudding in her ears, the pounding of her heart, and the pulsing contractions deep inside her cunt.

“Thank you for giving me a little taste of Africa,” Joe said, catching his breath. He pulled her towards him and embraced her tenderly. “It truly is an unforgettable experience, one I will cherish forever.” Megan smiled wistfully and said a silent thanks to Mother Nature for nurturing them with her rich abundant treasures, and also for putting hot lusty men on earth.

They lay close together and watched the sun beginning to set on the horizon. The sky changed color slowly, dazzling them with its profound beauty. Yet another tribute to the magnificence and splendour of nature and Africa, Megan thought. The sounds of their breathing, the crashing waves and the cry of the seagulls filled their ears. Both knew that soon, very soon, their passion for each other would rise again in this beautiful unspoiled place and Joe would enter Megan deeply. She would draw him into her and they would join together in blissful union. A man and a woman, two spiritual beings, who would lose themselves in unbridled pleasure and touch the sky as the earth moved for them.

END

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Erotic Hot Stories – A Strange Seduction

The last rays of dusk had passed and the long shadows of darkness were settling themselves around the room as I sat on the couch and let the strains of my favorite CD wash over me. I drained the last dregs of my third glass of wine and shook my head cynically. Who would’ve ever believed I’d find myself drinking alone on Valentine’s Day swept up in a morass of unresolved emotions over my failed relationship?

Truthfully, Valentine’s Day had never ever been much of a big deal for me. Maybe I was just too much of a practical down-to-earth kind of girl. I’d always found it to be a day that typically raised all kinds of unrealistic expectations with the stores brimming with pink satin, red velvet hearts and love paraphernalia. And then of course, the biggest contradiction of all was the lingerie and chocolates! I mean, indulging in one meant steering well clear of the other.

Anyway, from my experience, most of the men I’d known hated buying that stuff, hated the pressure of having to make a big deal out of the day, hated having to play at being romantic over a delicately prepared dinner and being thoughtful on cue when they’d rather be eating a good steak, having a beer and getting down and dirty later. God, I sounded sour but I guess being alone on Valentine’s Day after losing my lover two weeks back had probably brought an extra edge of bitterness to the whole hearts and candy affair.

I wiped the beginning of a tear away furiously. Enough was enough! No more pathetic whining and self pity. He was gone. The pain still cut like a sabre through me but it was over. I’d throw the shirts he’d left in the laundry basket out with the trash in the morning and move on with my life. Two weeks of grieving and moping about was enough, but I’d hoped the wine would help to bring some relief from the tension and angst I’d been feeling. It hadn’t and I knew there was only one solution left. I needed to get off. An orgasm always relaxed me.

A fortnight without release was unusual for me but I’d not been in the mood. Every time the thought occurred to me, I’d be overwhelmed with the craving for his closeness, the warmth and heat as he slipped his hardness into me and the completion that always came with our coupling. He had walked away from what we had dammit, but I couldn’t help still wanting him.

I headed for the bedroom and caught sight of myself in the mirror as I shrugged off my clothes. Despite my gloom I was still what would be considered pretty. Not exactly the type a model agency would sign up but my dark curly hair fell softly around my shoulders and when my eyes weren’t red rimmed they were a deep green that sparkled when I laughed. I stripped off the blue jeans that clung to my long legs and mused at how lucky I was to still have a decent body given my tendency to occasionally binge on pizza and Chinese takeouts.

With my eyes closed, I lay on the bed and slowly began to stroke my breasts letting the tips of my fingertips tease the hardening nipples. Almost immediately dampness welled up in my pussy and I let my mind drift to a real nice place where I could believe that love and hope and passion were still there to reach for. Playing with my nipples was a sure fire way to get me aroused and I lowered my hand to the moistness between my thighs and stroked myself. Two fingers slid through the juice of my lust, parting the swollen pouty lips and dipped into the pooling wetness of my cunt.

In the background the phone rang and I plunged another finger inside myself. Whoever was calling could fucking wait, I was not letting go of this. Inside my pussy the three fingers stretching me were doing their work. I arched my back and thrust myself against my hand, imagining it was him. In the eye of my mind I could see his face just inches from mine, the fire in his eyes as he drove deeper and deeper into my pussy. A groan ripped from me as I recalled the way he panted with pleasure when my pussy clamped around him and he neared his moment, the smell of his musky maleness wetting my skin and the guttural sounds of his joy as he peaked.

God, I was almost there. Almost. Close. So close. The mountain of sensation grew, reaching for the peak that would burst in blissful joy. I panted as I felt my body shudder towards it. Sweat rolled down the cleavage of my breasts and the crack of my ass as I strained against my fingers that were relentlessly fucking the steaming cauldron between my thighs. The first rush of what would explode into ecstasy started somewhere in the pit of my belly and radiated out in hot waves pushing the breath from my body. I moaned and grunted rocking against my hand. My mind willed me on, frantic now on the edge of release.

The shrill sound of the phone echoed through the room shattering my concentration.

“Shit! Fuck!” I screamed in frustration as the peaking pleasure slipped from my grasp. “Oh God, nooo,” I moaned as the muscles in my abdomen quivered with tension, still desperate for orgasm. It had always been so easy to come with him.

The ringing ceased and almost immediately started up again. I grabbed the phone off the bedside table.

“Yes, dammit!” My voice was muffled, still thick with desire.

“Christ, Lucy these are the most screwed up directions, you’ve ever given me,” a strange male voice said. A note of irritation dripped from his tone, “I’ve been driving around for an hour and I still can’t find your place. Care to-”

“Excuse me,” I snapped, “There is no Lucy here. Never has been, never will be!” I was seething with annoyance and bordering on breathless rage. Whoever he was, he’d picked the wrong fucking minute to dial my number the first time he called and then he still had the gall to call again. I wanted to tell him his fucking fortune and then slam the phone down so loudly in his ear that it hurt. Asshole!

“Shit, I’ve got the wrong number, haven’t I? She actually gave me the wrong number, I can’t believe it!” I heard a loud thump and assumed he had slammed his hand down on the steering wheel. “Christ I should have known better than to get sucked in by her again. This is yet another one of her stupid mind games.”

I swallowed my retort as I listened to him. Despite the cutting edge to his words, his voice was smooth and deep. “I’m sorry to have disturbed you,” he said in a warm apologetic tone, “It sounded like I might have woken you.”

I struggled to catch my breath. It was my turn to speak, to say something, to confirm that he had indeed dialed the wrong number and then to hang up, but inexplicably I didn’t want to. The throbbing between my legs had intensified and my hand dipped into my pussy again. “It’s okay, I wasn’t sleeping,” I said as I choked back a groan of pleasure.

“Yeah well I shouldn’t have called anyway, even if it was her number,” he said bitterly. “It was a stupid whim to have tried to see her, what with it being Valentine’s Day and all.”

I impaled myself on my fingers and let my thumb slide over my clit as he rattled on. God, his voice was so good, so masculine. I needed him to keep talking. I bit my lip to cover the purring sounds in my throat and shut my eyes to block out everything but his voice. The rich male baritone continued, “…anyway this has been a good wake up call for me. I should have read the signs a month ago when she left me saying that she needed space and moved in with a friend.”

“A month ago huh?” I said my voice thick with arousal. “Too bad. Maybe she’s with my boyfriend. He left two weeks ago.”

“Hmmm, great month for relationships,” he mused. “Like I said, I’m sorry for bothering you. I’m sure you’ve got more important things to do than listen to a stranger’s sob story. Sounds like you have one of your own and I didn’t mean to interrupt whatever it was you were doing.”

I shifted on my bed trying to escape the pleas from my wetly stimulated body. It was time to hang up and finish what I had started, but there was this voice on the line that I somehow didn’t want to let go. He was in much the same situation as I was; alone on Valentine’s Day and still raw from the emotional aftermath of a broken relationship.

“Yeah,” I said hoarsely, “I was thinking about him when you interrupted…” I couldn’t believe I’d said it. It wasn’t so much the words but the inference. He knew what I was talking about. I sensed he understood perfectly well what I’d been doing. The arousal in my voice must have been a dead giveaway. It was as loud and as clear as a cat’s mating call.

He inhaled sharply, “Yeah, I know about those kinds of thoughts. I have them occasionally,” he said softly. The loneliness and hunger screamed from his tone and struck a chord with me. At least we understood each other.

“I’m in Milner Drive, where are you now?” The words spilled from my lips as if they had a mind of their own.

“Kingsway Avenue. Why?” He’d asked the question, but I couldn’t help but think it was rhetorical.

“That’s two blocks away,” I said huskily. “I’m in the third house from the corner if you want to stop by for coffee or something…” Jesus, what was I thinking; inviting a complete stranger into my home when coffee was the last thing on my mind. The throbbing heat between my legs had not cooled during our conversation. If anything the aching was more intense.

“I don’t know,” he answered drawing in an uneasy breath. “The way I’m feeling right now I probably won’t be much of a conversationalist with a woman tonight. My intentions around seeing her this evening weren’t exactly without selfish motive or even honorable…” He gave a wry laugh, “But I’ve got your number now, so maybe some other time?”

“I’m not feeling too talkative myself, so don’t worry about that,” I countered, dangling my offer in front of him like bait. “But if you change your mind it’s number six Milner Drive. I thought we could… keep each other from thinking too much tonight.”

“You’re making it difficult for me to refuse.” His voice had dropped to a low sexy drawl. “Yours wouldn’t be the white house with the green roof and the bay windows, would it? I’ve just pulled up outside.”

Reality set in quickly with his last words and I hung up the phone, grabbed my robe and rushed to the window. I tried to steady my breathing. This was total insanity; he could be anyone, dangerous even; a perverted sex fiend or a violent rapist. My mind raced even as I felt the first flicker of fear mingle with the liquid tide of hormones between my thighs. Shit, the way I was feeling right now, nobody would have to force me too much. But still, I wasn’t the kind of woman who invited strange men over.

Dammit, was I really this desperate? Maybe he would go away. I didn’t have to actually open the door and he’d get the hint and leave. At this point it could still just be a bad idea and not a serious regret. But my curiosity got the better of me. I inched the drapes aside and peered out at him standing on the curb next to his car in the dim light of the streetlamp. He ran his hand through his hair and stared at the house as if deciding whether he should venture up the driveway towards the front door.

From what I could see he was tall and well built without being overly muscular. His shoulders shifted in the loose leather jacket as he reached back into the car to retrieve something. From the distance I was, and the way he was positioned, I couldn’t make out his features and even if I could, it wouldn’t have made him less of a stranger. Maybe it was the wine I’d consumed. Perhaps it was just because I was so fucking tired of feeling miserable and alone. Maybe it was simply because it was Valentine’s Day and there was supposed to be passion and excitement in the air, I don’t know, but I acted completely out of character. A wave of recklessness washed over me as I walked straight to the front door and opened it just as he reached the doorstep.

Seeing him up close took my breath away. He was dark like a Brando biker with short well cut hair and a craggy face that pushed the word attractive to breaking point. His nose had been broken at least once and reset, but it was far from perfect and his grey eyes were big and inquisitive. They moved fast for their size, like a couple of quick boxers around a small ring. He looked like a tough guy and as if he ought to be dirty but I could see that he was scrupulously clean. Looking at a man’s hands was something I always did, and his fingers and nails were immaculate.

“Hi,” he said. “I’m Edward.” He reached across and handed me a bunch of yellow roses. “Flowers by default,” he grinned, showing good white teeth. “Hope you don’t mind.”

He didn’t strike me as the flowers kind of guy, not even on Valentine’s Day. But he’d said he had plans for Lucy or whatever her name was, tonight. Stupid girl, her loss was my gain!

“Thanks,” I said reaching for the blooms and smiling. “I’m Rachel.” I tried to keep my tone purposefully casual to deny what we both knew.

His eyes slid over me and I felt suddenly naked and exposed. The silky white robe I’d thrown on hardly covered me. It rested against the top of my thighs and was casually tied at the waist but I knew that my dark nipples were probably clearly visible to his eyes. I stood frozen there for a moment.

“I… I guess I didn’t really think you’d show up,” I stammered.

“Let’s say I was curious. You have a sexy phone voice and when you invited me over, I thought I’d take a chance and see what was behind the voice.”

“Disappointed?” I asked feeling self conscious and terribly aware of his masculine presence.

“Quite the opposite,” he drawled as his eyes drilled into me. “But I can leave, if that’s what you want.” His mouth softened at the corners as he spoke but it was still hard as nails in the middle. Fuck, he was sexy and I felt the butterflies take off in my stomach. Leaving was the last thing I wanted him to do.

“No,” I replied a little too quickly. “What I’d like, is for you to come inside.”

“I’d love to come inside…” he said as he flashed me a knowing smile.

Jesus, talk about a bad choice of words! My face flushed and the heat raced through my stomach like it does after the first sips of whisky. The front door blew shut as we stepped into the house. I dropped the flowers on the table in the hallway and tried to steady my breathing, praying that my exhale would not come out as a shuddering moan of delicious anxiety. I was inches away from a stranger and my desire for him was inexplicable, something I couldn’t begin to understand. He wanted me too, I was certain of that but there were manners, conventions, codes of conduct, things that were done and oh God, not done.

“I’ll get the coffee going and change-” I said huskily trying for some semblance of sense and decorum. “Take a seat,” I said gesturing to the living room, “I’ll be right back.”

“I’m not thirsty and what you’re wearing is fine,” His breath tickled my neck as he spoke and I shuddered in the muted light of the passage at the foot of the stairs He was following me. My heart hammered in my chest. I was afraid of what I wanted, and yet fearful that this frightening moment would pass.

My mouth was dry, but my heart was humming as the desire stewing between my legs threatened to overwhelm me. I tried to swallow but my saliva was gone. “Are you sure?” I croaked as I turned towards him flattening my back against the passage wall for safety and support.

There was sweat on his upper lip and moisture glistened in the chest hairs at the neck of his open shirt. I tried to lick at my lips as I waited for his answer, tried to smile at him as I anticipated his next move. But it was all too late. There were no manners left, no necessity for small talk. There was only naked need. Our hunger was frantic. His. Mine.

“Come here,” he whispered, pulling me towards him. He wrapped his arms around me like rope as his lips closed hungrily on mine. I kissed him back, my mouth open and wet, slippery with lust as our tongues slid together. The stubble of his beard rasped against my skin and I groaned in excitement as his lips consumed me. I wrestled his leather jacket off and let it drop to the floor. His cock still confined in his tight jeans pressed against me and I jammed my pelvis against him as my robe hiked up to expose my dripping pussy. He lowered his hand to my wetness and slipped his fingers through the matted hair into my pulsing heat.

“Oh God,” I moaned at the first delicious sensation of being touched. I drew my leg up to give him entry to my pussy and he fixed his eyes on me. They had taken on a faraway look but raw lust raged from them.

“Wait,” he groaned, moving me past him and onto the stairway. He urged me down so that I was sitting on the step that was third from the bottom and my face was line with his cock. It threatened to burst from the crushing denim fabric that was tautly stretched across it. I wanted it so badly. My mouth was watering. I needed to take his heat into my mouth and taste him. But he was in control. He sank to his knees, his eyes never leaving mine and positioned himself so he could spread my thighs open and lean in to taste me. His tongue lingered teasingly at the entrance to my swollen pussy lips and a groan of anticipation ripped from my throat when he finally plunged into the wet velvetness of my pussy.

He was a complete stranger and yet now he owned my intimacy. The realization shocked and excited me. His tongue explored with tenderness and then with passion as it slid through the folds and up to my clit. He licked and sucked it and then dipped his tongue back into my slit, pressing, drawing back, probing, driving me insane with feverish desire, making me gasp and grab at his hair as I tried to impale his tongue deep inside my cunt. I wrapped my thighs around his head and lifted up my ass to give him deeper access. “Oh Fuck,” I moaned as the sensations built. I could feel his tongue reaching deeper into me, his strong strokes exploring me. In, up higher then back to lap at my clit and all the way down my slit to the thin smooth strip that separated my pussy from my ass. For a second his tongue lingered and I knew instantly what was about to happen. He spread me wide open, and I lifted my butt off the step so that his tongue could slide between my buttocks. The thrill of indecent excitement shot through me as he pushed his tongue over the puckered ridge of my asshole and forced it inside. I screamed at the sensation and rocked against his tongue while I let my fingers slide over my clit. His movements speeded as he hungrily speared my ass.

“Oh fuck yess! Ooohh! ” I cried lost in the exquisite sensations. It was so nasty but so delicious. A moan bubbled from his throat as he replaced his tongue in my ass with a thick finger and resumed his skilled lapping and sucking of my clit, licking at my wet fingers and sweeping down into my pussy. A tight ball of ecstasy rushed from his tongue in my pussy to the drumming finger inside my ass and I bucked and reared like an animal riding his face like a saddle until the quake of pleasure crashed into me and swamped me in a storm of pure joy.

“Argghhh! God! ” I screamed as I gave myself over to orgasm. The muscles in my pussy and ass tightened and clenched around his marauding finger and tongue while juice spilled from me leaving its earthy animal scent lingering in the air above us. He moved his soaked face from between my thighs and unsteadily stood up leaning against the wall as he stripped off his sweat-soaked shirt.

“Thank you,” I gasped, still breathless. “It’s never been like that before.” He smiled and extended his hand to help me up. I felt so deliciously weak and shaky but I was still filled with the awareness of his diamond hard cock inside his jeans. “If we make it to the top of the stairs, there’s some unfinished business I want to attend to…”

By the time we reached the bedroom door, I had his jeans unbuttoned and my hand inside, reaching for him like a looter in a store, hurriedly grasping at the pulsing bulge so it wouldn’t escape from me. His cock reared against my hand pulsing like a heart as I pulled it free of its confines, and God, was he gloriously thick. My fingers were scarcely able to close around him. The taut skin of his cock was smooth and burning wet with his own excitement. He brushed against my tummy impatiently and my heart speeded up. My body was humming like a wire in the wind. I desperately wanted him inside me.

“Do it,” I groaned, “Fuck me, please.”

A slow smile spread over his face as he reached around and held the cheek of my ass, drawing my right leg up over his thigh as he guided himself to my entrance. Juice dripped from me in anticipation of the invasion and I gasped as he rubbed his cock head over my swollen lips.

For a millisecond the horror of unsafe sex crossed my mind. In a few minutes his sperm would be free inside me with all its dangers and secrets and frantic irresponsibility, but inexplicably the thought did not make me recoil. I realized with horror that this was exactly what I wanted. I’d always been so cautious, so responsible and now just once, with a desperation that bordered on the insane, I wanted to experience the basest sex of all with this strange man in my house on Valentine’s Day. I wanted to celebrate my lust and laugh in the face of lost love. I wanted to use the hugeness poling out of his jeans as a contraption for my pleasure and become a sex thing for him. For this night, I wanted to feel gloriously wantonly sexually alive.

My eyes must have screamed my thoughts because he bucked down and reared up invading me with a force that knocked the breath from my body. My feet flew off the floor and for a mind-bending second I hung there in space speared on his cock. One moment I was a void, achingly, agonizingly empty and then he was deep inside me stretching me, forcing my cunt to stretch open to take every rock hard inch of him.

“Ooohh,” I gasped as he split me wide open and reached beneath my ass to take my weight. His biceps strained and his knees buckled but he held me in front of him pressing me against the wall. He lifted me an inch or two higher as he drew his glistening meat out of me then let me down again to sink all the way to the base of him. Stars burst in my head at the depth of the penetration and the way his big cock head rammed into my core. I felt like I was being wrenched apart. My legs curled around him and I crossed my ankles in the small of his back to steady myself. There were beads of sweat on his lip as he carried me, still connected to him, to the bed where it had all begun with that phone call.

He thrust forward into me collapsing his body down onto me. The air rushed from my lungs as I clamped around him locking him in the hot whirlpool of my pussy. I kept my legs tightly hugged around him and dug my nails into his back.

‘Fuck me hard, please,” I moaned hungry for the friction and roughness of his lust. “Show me how much you want me.”

A guttural sound ripped from him as he drove back and forth fucking me in deep hard long strokes. “Jesus, you feel good,” he rasped, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. His mouth found my nipple and he latched onto it causing ripples of pleasure to race up my spine and explode in my already overloaded brain.

I groaned and twisted, writhing under him as the familiar twitches of pleasure began to grow again. Our hips slammed together and I ground my pubic bone hard up against him moaning loudly as the rhythmic spasms deep inside me built slowly and tripped over each other in quick tight convulsions that threatened to strangle him in the noose of my pussy. I shrieked with the intensity of my orgasm as a dam erupted in me. On and on it went, my quivering walls clutching at him and squeezing his steely hardness with the molten warmth flowing from inside me.

“Damn baby,” he screamed as his face contorted in a grimace of pure pleasure. “Fuck, oh fuck! God, I’m gonna come!” His hot breath fanned my face and his movements lost their coordination as his climax surged over mine. I felt his cock throb wildly as he spurted his release, spraying his cum in long ribbons deep inside me. My body rocked against his, wringing every drop of lust from him until he collapsed onto me. “Jesus,” he gasped breathlessly as his fingers traced along the sides of my body, “What a wrong number this was.”

I waited until our breathing had returned to normal and then eased myself out from under him. Satiated now, I was acutely aware again that he was a stranger.

“Should I make that coffee now, or maybe get you a drink…?” I said fumbling around for words.

He raised his head and fixed his eyes on me. “No, you don’t have to do that. I don’t want to make this any more awkward for you than it already is.”

“Awkward?” I said, trying to play it cool. “I think we passed awkward at the bottom of the stairs.”

He laughed and rolled towards me pulling me into his arms. I snuggled against his chest and inhaled his musky scent mingling with the aroma of our spent passion. “I guess, you’re right,” he replied. “But you were incredible and you saved me from being played for a fool tonight. There is something though that I am curious about,” he said sitting up and gazing intently down at me.

“What’s that?”

“If I called you again, would it be the right number?”

I took a deep breath and swallowed hard.

“Probably not,” I said softly not meeting his eyes. “Pining and falling into someone’s bed because of the end of one relationship isn’t exactly the best way to start another one.” It was time to move on with my life and I didn’t think a casual night of mind blowing sex with a stranger on Valentine’s Day qualified as the start of something new. “I’m sorry if that’s not what you wanted to hear.”

‘That’s okay, no pressure,” Edward said as he rolled off the bed. “I hope you find what you’re looking for and that things work out for you.” He buttoned up his jeans and reached for his shirt. “But if you change your mind and want to see me again, I can give you my number.”

What was I supposed to say? Would he think I was a slut if I told him I’d got what I wanted from him? That I’d stepped out of myself for one crazy night, lost myself in wanton passion but that fundamentally I was cautious and responsible, hoping to meet Prince Charming in some acceptable and conventional way. I watched him dress. “Ok, now I do feel awkward,” I said. “Are you simply trying to make me feel less guilty about tonight or do you really want me to call you?”

He shrugged as he buttoned up his shirt. “Would it matter if I did? It’s your choice. Remember, I said no pressure.” His lips curled in a half smile as he glanced passed me to the phone on the nightstand. “Serendipity, that’s what they call it, don’t they? Tonight was a fortunate accident, and who knows sweet Rachel, maybe we’ll see each other around sometime.” His grey eyes locked with mine, “Or maybe we won’t. Let’s leave it to chance. Stranger things have happened.”

I waited until I heard the front door close and his car start up before I headed down to the kitchen. The yellow roses on the table in the hall caught my attention. Propped up against them was a small business card. I read it and softly mouthed his full name then dropped it a drawer with a stash of take out menus and pizza delivery numbers. They were all numbers I used when my cravings needed to be satisfied. I shut the drawer and laughed with the exhilaration of my new found liberation and freedom. Edward was totally delicious, definitely better than chocolates could ever have been on Valentine’s Day and it couldn’t hurt to keep his number. After all, there were times when I might need a hot and fast delivery on demand.

END

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Erotic Hot Stories – A Simple Twist of Fate

Glen Thomkins smiled to himself as he stared at the screen of his computer monitor. The spell check function of his word processing program had just finished scanning his latest short story for the second time. This time it showed no errors. Glen double-checked the options on the Literotica Submit Page that he had selected. He clicked the Preview button, then after giving his story another quick read-through he submitted it for approval.

For just over a year Glen had been trying his hand at writing erotic short stories that were published online. He had read enough of them to be familiar with the tropes and machinations that many of his favourite authors used. And after reading enough of what he considered very poor attempts at writing he felt confident that he could do just as well — if not better than some. The story that Glen had just submitted was his eighth submission, and so far he was pleased that many of them had been well-liked by readers, judging by the positive feedback he had received. This was all the encouragement that he needed to keep writing. Besides, it filled a yearning or emptiness inside him that he could not quite intellectualize, but felt nonetheless.

Glen pushed himself away from his computer desk and went out to his kitchen. It was a Tuesday night and he had nothing to do now that he had submitted his latest story. He opened the fridge and ran his eyes over the contents of the shelves. After passing over a bottle of peach juice and one of Pepsi, he reached for a can of beer. It was nearly eleven-thirty and Glen thought that some beer might help him to sleep.

Returning to the living room, Glen tilted his head to the left and scanned the titles on the spines of his compact disc cases. A bittersweet smile appeared on his face when he saw Time Out of Mind. He pulled the jewel case out and placed the disc in the tray, then started it. He sat down on the couch and pulled at the tab of the beer can he was holding. It opened with a hiss and he took a gulp as he listened to Bob Dylan sing about being sick of love, yet in the thick of it.

“Amen, Zimmy,” Glen mumbled to himself as he brought the can back up to his snarling lips. He closed his damp eyes and began singing along to the music as his mind wandered back four years into the past.

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Glen knew from experience that it took about four days for a story he submitted to Literotica to be approved. As the fourth day approached he always grew impatient to see his newest piece of writing appear on the web page. Then came the anticipation of feedback from readers. Often it was terse, but encouraging, although some of it had helpful criticism. Glen read them all and replied to all readers who provided an email address for him to contact them. To Glen, this was an integral part of contributing to the website. He had even made a few online friends as a result of it.

That Friday when he arrived home from work at Weaver’s Hardware Store Glen immediately went to his computer. He booted it up and smiled proudly when he saw that his story was listed amongst the new ones on Literotica. He quickly scanned it, then clicked one of the gold stars to rate it — giving it a 5 like he always did, and hoped others would. Next, he checked his Hotmail account to see if he had received any feedback.

When Glen saw that he had received three pieces of feedback on his story he smiled. The first reader chose to remain anonymous, so Glen couldn’t reply. The second person had given his name and email address. Glen saved that correspondence so he could reply later. Glen read the third piece of feedback, then checked the email address and name of the sender. His jaw went slack and his heart began to race. In disbelief, he read it again:

Great story. Lots of emotion for the reader to relate to, and hot, hot sex. Thanks for yet another top quality submission. Please keep writing. Stephanie

“Holy crap… Steph…?” Glen muttered to himself, his eyes riveted to his computer monitor.

After staring at the return email address to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him, Glen gave his head a shake. He knew that address as well as he knew his own. He had sent dozens and dozens of emails to it years ago. It belonged to Stephanie Calvi, an ex-girlfriend of his, and the one great love of his life. She was a junior high school teacher in Guilford, or at least she was when Glen last knew her. That was four years ago.

Glen pushed his chair away from his computer desk. He folded his arms across his chest and began tapping his upper lip with his forefinger as he thought. He wasn’t surprised that Stephanie was able to relate to the story he had written, or especially to the female character in it. The fact was that the female protagonist, Keri, was based entirely on Stephanie — from her physical appearance, to her taste in music. Writing that short story for Literotica had been a cathartic process for Glen. It was a way for him to hopefully exorcise some of his inner demons regarding Stephanie. In writing his story he was able to have the male character say things that he knew he would never get the opportunity to say to his ex-girlfriend. But now as he re-read Stephanie’s email he began to reconsider this long-held assumption.

A groan escaped Glen’s mouth as he weighed his options. His initial reaction was to reply to Stephanie and tell her it was he who wrote that story. But he wondered what, if anything, he had to gain by doing this. Then he asked himself what he had to lose. His relationship with Stephanie had ended amid much acrimony, and since then he’d had no contact whatsoever with her. He had thought of her countless times since then, and even allowed himself to dream about a reconciliation between them. But those dreams and longings had always vanished like smoke when he told himself that she was undoubtedly no longer single — perhaps even married. Even if she wasn’t, he could not imagine her wanting anything to do with him ever again.

Glen got up and went over to his stereo. Reaching towards the shelf of compact discs on the wall he pulled out Oh Mercy and placed the disc in the tray. The room instantly became filled with the sound of Dylan’s raspy voice. Glen paced the floor for close to fifteen minutes, thinking about Stephanie and trying to decide how to respond to her feedback, if at all. Once he grew tired he sat down on the edge of his couch.

Tears welled in Glen’s eyes as he listened to “Most of the Time”. He wiped them away with the heel of his hand, then got up and returned to his computer. He stared at the feedback email that Stephanie had sent, then began typing:

Hi Steph… This is probably going to come as a shock to you, but it’s me, Glen… Glen Thomkins. I’ve been writing these stories for a while now. Thanks for the feedback. I’m glad that you liked my story and hope that all is well with you. Take care.

Glen/epiphora79

Glen read and re-read what he had written several times before sending the email. Once he had sent it a feeling of near dread washed over him. He imagined Stephanie replying to tell him to go to fuck-off, or worse. For a while he thought that maybe the kindest thing she could do was to not reply at all. He went to the fridge and brought out a can of beer, then sank into the couch once more as he gulped it down. His mind was in turmoil as thoughts of the past and the possible future swirled inside his head. Dylan’s voice was still coming from the stereo speakers. Now he was singing about seeing a shooting star and a fire truck leaving hell. Glen felt as though he was in hell too, but one of his own design.

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When Glen returned home from work the next day he was half-way to his computer desk even before the door closed behind him. Nervousness and apprehension filled him as he waited for his computer to boot and for his Hotmail Inbox to appear on the screen. His heart lept when he saw that Stephanie had replied to his email. The subject was simply “HI!”. Even that much seemed friendly and promising to Glen. He clicked on the link and read her email:

Hi Glen… Yes, I was shocked when I found out that it was you who’d written those stories. I’ve read them all. You’re a very good writer. I never knew you had this talent, but I hope you continue to pursue it. You could probably make a career out of it. I’m doing fine and hope that you are as well. I’d like to see you sometime, if you want. How does getting together at Joe’s Java for coffee sound? Let me know, okay? Steph

Glen smiled as he read Stephanie’s email for the third time. His heart was racing as he quickly typed a reply, thanking her for the email and saying that he did want to meet her for coffee sometime. He tried not to sound too eager or hopeful, but found it difficult because he was. Once he had sent his reply to Stephanie he made himself supper, although he did not feel much like eating.

That evening Glen watched TV, or at least stared expressionless at the screen for a few hours. He checked his email three times, hoping that Stephanie had replied. Each time he returned to the couch, disappointed. By the time eleven o’clock had passed he decided to go to bed and face yet another sleepless night, haunted by ghosts of his past. But first, he wanted to check his email one last time.

Glen’s face broke into a wide smile when he saw that Stephanie had replied to him. Her email was brief, simply asking if he could meet her the next evening at seven at the coffee shop where they had spent many weekend afternoons together. Still beaming, Glen quickly typed, telling Stephanie that he would meet her tomorrow night and was looking forward to seeing her. Then he went to bed, feeling happier and more hopeful than he had in years.

###

The smell of coffee filled Glen’s nostrils as he stepped inside Joe’s Java the next evening at fifteen minutes before seven. The room was crowded and filled with the sounds of conversation and the hiss of the espresso machine. Glen’s eyes scanned the patrons as his pulse quickened. After five or more seconds he saw Stephanie sitting towards the back of the cafe. She was wearing bluejeans and a white blouse with a tiny floral pattern. Her curly brown hair was longer than when Glen had seen her last. When her hazel eyes locked on him a smile instantly appeared on her pretty face and she waved at him.

Glen quickly walked towards the table where Stephanie was sitting. His smile widened and his heart accelerated with each step. For a few moments he stood beside her, speechless, as his eyes moved over her. She looked even more lovely and captivating than she did four years ago. Glen felt a lump in his throat.

“Hey. I’m glad you came,” Stephanie said, looking up at him.

“Me too,” he replied with a nervous laugh, then looked back towards the barista. “I’m going to get a coffee and I’ll be right back,” he told her.

As he stood at the counter waiting for his coffee Glen turned back towards Stephanie three times. Each time he saw that her dazzling eyes were still on him and her face was adorned with a smile. Glen held his mug of coffee tightly as he returned to her table and sat down opposite her.

“You’re looking good,” she said.

Glen shrugged self-consciously. “Thanks,” he said. “You look great, as always.”

Stephanie blushed and took a drink of coffee. “Thanks. It’s amazing what a little makeup and a curling iron can do,” she said with a laugh.

Glen felt his nervousness begin to wane as he listened to her voice and admired her beauty from across the table. “Your hair is longer,” he said as he ran his eyes over her curly brown tresses.

“Your’s is thinning,” she teased.

“Thanks, Steph,” he droned. “You’re a peach.”

Stephanie grinned and her hazel eyes flickered. “You used to say that I tasted like one — like the girl in that Dire Straits song about expresso,” she said.

Glen shifted uncomfortably in his chair at her mention of their intimate past. His blue eyes left hers and he stared at the coffee mug he was clutching.

“Oh, c’mon, Glen,” she said. “There’s no point in trying to pretend that stuff never happened, because it did — it was great too. At least it was for me.”

A smile slowly returned to his face. “Yeah, it was,” he said as his mind became flooded with memories.

Stephanie peered into her old lover’s blue eyes. She had forgotten how bright they were, but seeing them shine for her after many years stirred emotions in her that she had suppressed for a long time. “Are you still a big Bob Dylan and Tom Waits fan?” she asked.

Glen chuckled. “As long as I have a heart beating in my chest,” he said.

Stephanie smiled, reassured by the familiarity of him. “I bought Closing Time about six months after… after we broke up,” she confessed with a bashful smile. “Just because “Martha” reminds me of us, or at least gave me some hope.”

“I haven’t listened to that album in years,” he said with a heavy sigh.

“Because you don’t like it, or…”

“No… because I can’t stand the pain,” he told her, his eyes darting away again. “If I never hear “Lonely” ever again, it’ll be too soon.”

“Didn’t you learn to turn the pain off, like Bob Dylan?” she asked, only half-jokingly.

“If Bob really learned to turn it off, like he claims, he wouldn’t have written those songs about Sara that he did,” he scoffed. “Songs are like my stories — they’re fantasy.”

Stephanie reached across the table and gave her former lover’s hand a soft squeeze. Her brown eyes met his and she flashed him a feeble smile. “But your stories have more than a kernel of truth to them,” she reminded him. “You turned me into one of your characters, remember? I re-read them all after I found out you wrote them. I can see so much of you in them, Glen. I’m surprised I never suspected you’d written them long ago.”

“Well, like they say: write about what you know,” Glen said. He cleared his throat and straightened his back. “Did you like them?” he asked.

“Of course I liked them. But I guess you already know that,” she said. “And I liked them even more after I knew you’d written them.”

“That surprises me,” Glen replied with a nervous laugh.

“Probably about as much as I was surprised when I found out that you wrote them,” she replied. “Some of them are kind of… kinky. That one about breast bondage was really hot though. I never knew those sorts of things interested you. I feel like there’s a part of you I never got to know.”

“Well, it’s not the type of thing you always admit to, right?”

“Yeah, you’re right,” she agreed with a nod.

“It’s too bad we couldn’t have been more open about this stuff when we were together,” Stephanie mused aloud. “Things with us could have gotten a lot more… interesting.” She shot him a foxy grin as she brought the coffee mug up to her moist lips.

“It’s too bad that we couldn’t have been more open about a lot of things,” he said, then felt guilty. “No — I take that back. It’s too bad that I couldn’t have been more open about a lot of things. But I was so scared that if I was too honest regarding some of the reasons why I wanted to end it that it would only hurt you even more.” He frowned and avoided her eyes. “But that doesn’t matter anymore,” he muttered.

“It’s okay, Glen,” she said reassuringly. “And it does matter — you matter to me. You always have. I can’t imagine you not mattering to me, even if we’re not in touch with each other.”

“Thanks, and I hope you know I feel the same. I think of you so much, Steph. You wouldn’t believe some of the stupid things that remind me of you,” he said, then fell silent for a bit. “I’m glad you’re not bitter about it all either,” he added in a solemn voice.

“How could I be? We had some great times. That’s what I choose to remember,” she told him.

“Yeah, me too,” he breathed. “But, if I had to do it all over again…”

“I hope you’d do it all over me,” she interjected and let out a brassy laugh.

“You haven’t changed a bit, Steph,” he said, giving his head a shake.

“I feel like I have,” she said. “It’s been four years, Glen. You can’t tell me you haven’t changed at all. We’ll both be thirty soon. I’m beginning to feel old.”

“You don’t look it,” he told her.

“Oh… how do I look then?” she asked as she leaned back in her chair.

Glen thought for a moment as he ran his eyes over her. He felt the beginning of an erection and said “You look the same… great — lovely as ever.”

“Now I know you’ve changed — or at least your eyesight has,” she said. “I’m getting crow’s feet and my boobs are starting to sag.”

Glen let out a sharp laugh. “That’s ’cause they weigh a ton, Steph. I think I sprained my wrist holding them up one night,” he said, feeling his cock throb harder.

“You always did like my tits, didn’t you?” She giggled as she straightened her back. Her clit jumped and she could feel her cheeks getting warm.

“Yeah…” he said as his eyes moved towards her chest.

Many seconds of silence fell between the couple until Stephanie said “It’s so good to see you again. I’ve thought about you so many times, and wanted to call, but… I guess I was scared you’d hang up on me, or that a woman would answer the phone. I don’t know which would have hurt more.”

“I know what you mean. I’ve thought about you too. I even picked up the phone a few times and punched in a few numbers, but always chickened-out for the same reasons,” he said. “Even when I emailed you I was scared you’d reply and tell me to go to hell, or just not reply at all.”

“I was shocked when I read that email, but in a good way,” she said. “Thank god for Literotica.”

“Yeah, here’s to writing smut,” Glen said as he raised his coffee mug to her.

Stephanie laughed as she knocked her mug against the rim of his, then took another drink of coffee. “Can I ask you something?” she said.

Glen grew nervous and apprehensive when he heard her request, but was not going to deny it. He knew that he couldn’t deny her anything. “Of course,” he told her.

“Didn’t it feel weird writing a story about a character who was essentially me?” Stephanie gave him a puzzled look as she posed her question.

“No,” Glen said immediately, then became quiet as he thought for a moment. “This may sound weird, but it made me feel connected to you — like I was getting my one opportunity to say things I knew I’d never get a chance to say face to face.”

“Like you were writing from your soul to me from you — to paraphrase Bob,” she said with a dim smile.

“Exactly,” he said. “I’m glad you sent me that feedback, and included your email address too.”

“So am I,” she said with a grateful sigh. “I’d read your stories before, but this one really touched a nerve and I had to write to tell you how much I liked it.”

“Thanks,” he said.

“Don’t thank me,” Stephanie said. “I ended up doing myself a favour.” She glanced at her watch, then up to him again. “I should get going in a while. I’ve got test papers to correct and hand back for English class tomorrow.”

“Okay,” he said. “It was great to see you again, Steph. Can we, ah, get together again sometime for coffee?”

“Of course. You’re not going to get rid of me so easily now that I’ve found you again. Are you still living at the place on Montague St.?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said with a quick nod.

“Alone?” she said with a sly smile.

“Yeah… I’ve been alone for four years,” he said.

“I’m single too,” she said flatly.

Silence fell as Glen and Stephanie’s minds began to race and fill with possibilities. He took a drink of coffee, gazing at her from over the rim of his mug. She gave him a shy smile and pushed her hair back over her shoulders.

“I’d like to stop in some night,” Stephanie said nervously.

Glen’s mouth tightened. “Steph, I… ah… are you sure that’s a good idea?” he said.

“I think it’s a great idea,” she said and grinned.

“I’d love that — really, but…” His voice died and his eyes left hers again.

But what?” she asked.

Glen’s lips grew tight. “Steph, we can’t relive the past,” he said.

“No, and I don’t want to; that’s over. But who knows… the future is still unwritten,” she told him.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he agreed. “I’m just so scared of screwing up again. We could have a great friendship, you know?”

“True, but you know that both of us would still want more than just that,” she countered. “We can’t be just friends. There’s too much of a spark there.”

Glen smiled. “Yeah… more like a flame, I’d say,” he said wistfully.

“So, how does tomorrow night around seven sound?” she asked.

“Like something I’ve dreamed of for years,” he said.

“Me too,” she said.

Stephanie slung her purse over her shoulder and stood up. She reached out for Glen as he got to his feet and hugged him. A shiver rippled through her as his arms went around her. She kissed his cheek and nuzzled into his neck.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night at seven,” she breathed into his ear.

“I can’t wait,” he said and kissed her pink cheek.

###

The next evening Glen had just finished washing his supper dishes and was wiping the kitchen table when he heard the knock at the door. His heart leapt and he turned around and saw Stephanie standing there. He hurried to the door to let her in.

“Hey,” she said as she stepped inside.

Glen’s eyes moved down her body. She was wearing a long purple skirt with ruffles at the hem and a light pink blouse. “Hey, it’s great to see you again,” he said.

Stephanie walked over to the kitchen table and sat her purse on it, then turned to smile at him. “Tidying-up before I got here, I see,” she teased.

“Yeah, something like that,” he said.

“How tidy is the living room?” she asked.

“Ah, not bad,” he said, a little confused by her question.

“Show me.” Stephanie took his hand in hers and guided him into the living room. When they were in front of the couch she pulled him to her and pressed her lips to his. Her hand glided up his back as their tongues danced. She could feel his hard shaft pressing against her stomach, but that wasn’t where she wanted it to be.

“Mmmm… I’d forgotten what a great kisser you are,” he said as he looked into her eyes, licking his lips.

“You too,” she purred, running her hand along his side and stealing a glance at the bulge in his jeans.

Stephanie turned towards his stereo, then back to him. “Mind if I put something on?” she asked.

“Go ahead,” he said, “As long as…”

“I know — not Closing Time,” she interjected with a grin.

“Or Blue Valentine,” he added.

Stephanie could feel the pulsing of her clit as her eyes roamed the rows of compact discs. But her heart was also racing and felt lighter than it had in years. “How about Slow Train Coming then?” she asked, turning back to him.

“That sounds great,” Glen replied.

After Stephanie had started the CD she took Glen by the hand and pulled him down on the couch beside her. She held him to her and settled into his strong arms. She closed her eyes and gave a soft moan as his hand stroked her back. Already she was quite wet, but she knew that soon she would be dripping and craving him, like years ago.

Glen slid his fingers along Stephanie’s delicate jawline and cupped her chin in his hand. He tilted her head up as his lips met hers, sucking and tugging at them. He could feel her firm breasts pressed to his chest as they kissed and her hand sliding down to his right hip. When he curled his fingers around her left breast and squeezed it she moaned and writhed slightly.

“Mmmm… play with my tits, Glen,” she moaned. “They missed you… your hands… your mouth.”

Glen’s fingers trembled as he began unbuttoning Stephanie’s blouse. Once he had it open to her navel he tugged it apart so he could cup her heavy mounds through her bra. Her thick nipples poked out at the white lace and he rubbed her left one as he kneaded her other breast.

“God, you’re beautiful, Steph,” he said as he caressed her.

“Me, or my tits?” she joked.

“You — all of you,” he said as he looked into her eyes. “I love your tits, but don’t ever think that’s all I love about you; there’s so much.”

“Thanks. I feel the same. You’re so easy to love, Glen,” Stephanie said as her hand glided up his thigh. She cupped his package, giving his shaft a slow rub through his jeans.

“Careful, it’s loaded,” he joked.

Stephanie moaned and rubbed his shaft harder. “How about you unload it on me… all over my tits and my face,” she purred.

Glen tugged at her bra and uncovered her left nipple. He wrapped his lips around her coppery nub and began sucking and pulling at it with his lips. When she arched her back he began squeezing her right breast harder and pinching her thick nipple between his fingers. His cock was throbbing as she rubbed it through his jeans. It was so hard now that it was becoming uncomfortable. He wanted to take it out, but he wanted it to be in her even more.

“You know what I find ironic?” she said as she looked down at him teasing her nipple.

“What?” he asked in a ragged voice.

“Even though we were apart, you still made me cum — with your stories,” she admitted.

Glen laughed. “I’d rather do it the old-fashioned way though,” he said as he looked up at her.

“Or maybe we could invent a few new ways,” she said. “Your stories have given me ideas… really naughty ones.”

“Mmmm… I like the sound of that,” he told her.

“How about we move this party upstairs?” she suggested as she leaned away slightly.

Glen’s smile drained from his face and his eyes shifted as he sat up. “I, ah, don’t have any condoms, Steph,” he mumbled.

“So?” she said dismissively. “We’ve done it plenty of times before without condoms; it’ll be okay, Glen.”

When Glen didn’t reply, Stephanie bristled. Her mouth tightened as she studied the compunctious expression on his face. “I know you don’t want to hear about this, but we might as well face it now,” she began. “Since you, I’ve only been with one guy, and I always played safe. I don’t want to get AIDS any more than you do. I’m not stupid, Glen.” She paused for a few moments, then added “That’s what you were worried about, isn’t it?”

“Well, it did cross my mind,” he said, feeling like a cad.

“Well, you can put it out of your mind. I’m not dying to have sex,” she assured him.

“I’m sorry, Steph. It’s just that…”

“You don’t have to explain,” she said, masking her hurt. “I understand; I can’t blame you. It’s been four years, and you don’t know what I’ve been doing.”

“Just so you know, there hasn’t been anyone for me since you,” he said.

“No one?” she blurted out as her eyes widened.

“I went on a couple of dates, but my heart just wasn’t in it,” he told her. “I kept comparing them to you and they couldn’t measure-up. They just made me miss you even more.”

Stephanie smiled and laid back against him. She held him tight as she wiggled closer, looking down at the outline of his hard cock through the denim.

“Come on,” Glen said. He leaned back a ways and looked into her sultry eyes, then to her round cleavage as he stood up.

“Where?” she asked.

“Upstairs. I want to show you something.”

Stephanie giggled as she stood up and reached for his hand. Together, they ascended the stairs and entered his bedroom. After she took a few steps beyond the threshold Stephanie stopped. A peculiar expression came over her face as she stared at the bed.

“What is it?” he asked with concern as his hand ran up her back to her right shoulder.

Stephanie turned to him, smiling again. “I was just thinking of all the times you made me cum on that bed,” she told him.

Glen began unbuttoning her blouse the rest of the way and pulled it from inside her skirt. “How about we add a few more times to the tally,” he said. He tugged her to him by her blouse and kissed her wet lips.

“Mmmm… please,” she purred. “My fingers have been no substitute for your cock.”

Glen kicked his shoes off and started unbuttoning his shirt. He watched Stephanie as she began undressing beside the bed. Her pendulous breasts swayed and her dusky nipples pointed towards him. Once he tossed his boxers aside and was naked he placed his hands on the curve of her smooth hips and eased her against his body. His hard shaft rubbed over her wet petals and she rocked her hips as they kissed.

Breaking their kiss, Stephanie tugged at his hand as she backed up towards the bed. She laid down on it, running her hands up his back as he settled between her open thighs. She wrapped her legs around his and drug her nails up his spine, making him let out a deep moan.

Glen looked down at her and smiled. He kissed her as he lowered himself on her, stroking her left thigh. He let out another moan as the head of his shaft slipped between her wet lips.

“Welcome home, Glen,” Stephanie said as she felt him push into her. She lifted her ass from the bed and gave his shaft a squeeze deep within her walls.

“God, you feel wonderful,” he groaned as he began pumping. “You’re so beautiful, Steph.” He bent down and pinched her right nipple between his lips and began sucking hard as he worked his cock in and out of her faster. He felt her grip him deep within her tight pussy and began thrusting harder as his heavy balls slapped against her. Her breasts had begun to move with their rhythm and he gripped her left one hard as he met her with each hard stab his shaft made into her.

“Oh god, Glen… fuck me hard,” she cried out. “I used to think of us doing this when I played with myself… now I want it for real.”

Stephanie’s legs were wrapped tightly around him and Glen raised up on his knees. He grabbed her hips tight, his fingertips pressing into her, and continued to piston his cock in and out. He watched her heavy round breasts jiggle and listened to her moans grow louder. His right hand moved down her stomach and he pressed his thumb to her clit. She cried out as he began rubbing her button and pressed down harder on it.

“Oh shit, Glen… I’m going to…”

Stephanie never finished her sentence before her first orgasm rushed through her. She arched her back and twisted on the bed as she cried out in ecstasy. Glen held her tighter, still pumping his thick shaft and rubbing her pink pearl with his thumb. He looked down, watching his shiny cock move in and out of her, then observed the look of pleasure on her face. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling as he took her, just as they had both longed for over the past four years.

“I’m so close, Steph,” he moaned a while later.

“Cum on me, Glen” she begged. “Shoot it all over my tits… my face… I want it everywhere.”

Glen slipped from inside her and moved up her body. He groped at her right breast, tugging and pinching her swollen nipple while he stroked his meat. Stephanie watched, running her hands over his thighs. He came with a throaty moan as the first stream of his thick cum erupted from his slit. It splashed over her left breast, running across the firm nipple.

“Oh god, Glen… cum all over me,” she moaned.

Seconds later Stephanie felt more of his cum shoot over her skin. It landed over her lips and cheek, then began to run down her face. She licked her lips and brushed her fingers over her cheek, smearing his jism over her soft, hot skin. A third, final burst landed on her upper lip. She felt it run into her mouth and she swallowed it eagerly, craving more.

Panting hard and still holding his cock in his hand, Glen lowered himself on her. He squeezed the base of his shaft and moved his tight fingers down towards the head. One last big drop of his thick cum ran from the gaping slit and he wiped it off on her tongue as she stuck it out to receive it. Stephanie moaned and sucked at the head of his cock, hoping to get every bit of his seed that she could.

Glen rolled over on his left side, facing Stephanie. He smiled at her as his hand glided down her side to her hip. Her skin felt hot and silky smooth. He pulled her closer and kissed her wet lips, tasting himself on them. “I’d almost forgotten what an amazing lover you are,” he said.

“Thanks, so are you. None of my fantasies about you even begin to compare to this,” Stephanie said, her voice still thick with arousal. “How about I remind you every day from now on how great we are together, just in case you forget.”

Stephanie giggled as she looked into his eyes. Then when she saw his expression change she understood how he felt at that moment. “What are you scared of, Glen?” she asked.

Glen let out a heavy sigh as his eyes darted about. “I’m scared of it not working out — like last time — scared of getting hurt again. But maybe more than anything, I’m scared of hurting you all over again, Steph,” he told her. “I know what you went through four years ago, and I’d hate myself if it happened again.”

Stephanie looked into his eyes and moved closer. She rested her arm over him and met his gaze. “Glen, I’m a big girl now, remember?” she said. “I know what I want and I can take care of myself.”

“I know, but…”

“No buts,” she interjected. “If you don’t want me anymore, then please tell me, but don’t act like a martyr and say you’re rejecting me for my own good.”

Glen sighed. “Okay,” he relented. “I do still want you, Steph. I never stopped wanting you. You must have known that as soon as you knew I’d written that story.”

Stephanie nodded. “Yes, but they’re just fantasy, right?” she countered with a sly grin.

“Sometimes fantasy can become reality,” he said. “And there was already a good amount of reality in that story anyway.”

Stephanie thought for a while, then began speaking. “Look. Glen, I’m not asking you to promise me forever like before. I don’t believe in forever anymore because now I know that nothing lasts forever. Life never turns out as you planned it. There’s no script,” she said. “All I ask is that you promise that you’ll be with me tomorrow. And if tomorrow comes, I’ll ask you the same thing again. And the next day… and the next… Can you do that?”

Glen smiled lovingly at Stephanie and kissed her lips again tenderly. “Yes, absolutely,” he said. “I’ll be with you tomorrow, Steph.”

“Thank-you. That’s all I want,” she said as she rested her head on his chest.

Feelings of peace and unspoken love filled Glen and Stephanie as they lay in each other’s arms. Neither of them feared the future or dwelled on the past anymore. They knew they had tomorrow together, and that was much more than they’d had in years. Each of them felt confident that the rest would happen naturally.

END

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Erotic Hot Stories – A Perfect Date

I hope there are more nights like this one, but a perfect date is a creature of luck, circumstance, mood, and moment — not planning. The twists and turns of our night were like an alignment of the planets: spectacular when it happens, but don’t count on it every time. I am sure that my lover and I will have many more wonderful dates, but this night will always be special. Very, very special.

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I’d been sitting in the lounge for about 20 minutes and had already polished off my first cocktail. The bar at Seattle’s W Hotel was a great place for people watching, but I was waiting for something more special than eye candy. It was my lover’s idea to kick me out of the room upstairs while she prepped for our first dinner date and I obliged, though I would have loved to have watched her dress. I ordered a second drink and glanced around at the groups and couples huddled in conversation.

There’s something about the W that just exudes sex. The lighting, the mood, the people. It’s all about fucking and making no apologies for it. I sat facing the lobby at the far end of the lounge, giving me a full view of everyone coming and everyone already here. To my right two delicious young women knocked back their second round and began scanning the length of the neon lit bar. To my left a woman wearing her little black dress inched closer to her boyfriend on the oversized couch as his hand began to run up her leg. Ahead of me a man standing at the bar moved from rubbing his lady’s back to slipping his hand a few inches lower and enjoying the softness of her ass through her long slit evening dress. There was a healthy tension in the air, but then she arrived, and the temperature was immediately hotter.

She walked with that amazing confidence. A perfect balance of seduction and class, of arrogance and humility. Her legs moved through the folds of the silky black dress revealing every curve of her thigh. Her arms swayed a little but her shoulders barely moved. Her breasts perfected her already flawless figure, too small to distract, but too large and youthful to be ignored. Her head was tilted slightly and she looked down as much as ahead. Her soft red hair fell upon her shoulders and shone brightly in the dancing blue light of the bar.

To put it mildly, she blew the competition away. The heads turned, and as is always the case, the women dissected her with their eyes even more than the men, who were now shifting slightly in their chairs. But her eyes didn’t stray, for as she walked the length of the lounge she looked in only two places: down at her path through the crowded bar and up into my eyes. I couldn’t help thinking it would never get any better than this.

As she neared our table I rose from my chair and held out my hands. She took them in hers and leaned toward me. I hesitated and just looked at her for a moment, unapologetically staring from toe to head, searing the image into my mind of the most desirable woman a man could ever want. She smiled and all I could muster was “you look absolutely beautiful.” Women are the more intuitive of our species. They often know things before they are said. And this night she knew not only what I was feeling — it wasn’t rocket science to read the look in my eyes — but she knew what was happening at the tables around us. People were wondering who she was, who I was, and what I had done to deserve a night like this.

She kissed me so softly it felt like two feathers passing in the wind. But she lingered on that kiss and a message was delivered with no words: tonight is our night and it’s going to be one we will not soon forget. Don’t rush it and your patience will be rewarded.

She sat down beside me and some normalcy began to return to the bar. I ordered a drink for my lover and we settled into the soft chairs. We were sitting so close our legs were pressed together and my arm swung around to touch the perfect soft flesh of her most feminine shoulder. I looked into her eyes as we spoke, and when she leaned forward to take her glass from the table, my gaze drifted downward, settling upon the most perfect breasts conceived by nature. If life came with a remote control, I would be hard pressed to decide whether to hit the pause button or the fast-forward button, to live forever in this moment of bliss, or jump ahead to the unknown pleasures which lay ahead. There was a lot of evening ahead, and my cock was already rock hard.

It had been some time since we had been together and the sexual anticipation was boiling through every moment. My free hand was soon drifting up and down the miniscule layer of black seduction that lay above her silky thigh. As the drinks were finished it was time to begin the second chapter of this fairy tale night. She had picked the restaurant, a five-star gem with amazing food, attentive service, and gorgeous views of the glittering lights of Seattle on this cloudless night. But I knew a taxi cab simply wouldn’t do for an evening like this, and so the stretch limo I had secretly arranged was waiting at the curb as we exited the W.

Her look was predictable. She had long ago given up trying to stop my occasional excesses in the spirit of romance. And deep inside she really loved it. She loved being treated with the respect and admiration she so richly deserved. She smiled with love and appreciation at this unexpected treat. Our driver opened the door and into the limo we slid. After the door closed and we admired the well appointed interior, I asked “how do you like the ride?” She turned to me and said “if you really want to know, it makes me want to fuck you right now!” I smiled blissfully.

We were less than a mile away before our driver heard the electric hum of the privacy shield sliding up over his right shoulder. Once secure, we turned to each other and locked together in a kiss of passion. It was an almost frantic moment of lust and desire. Our tongues not quite long enough, our lips not quite wet enough, our bodies not quite close enough. An explosion of impulses threaded into our very DNA seizing our bodies and making short work of our defenses. Every second pushing us closer to the climax of pleasure that we both knew would have to wait.

I dropped to the floor, kneeling on the plush black carpet and sliding my body between her legs. Her body was shielded by the thin black dress, her heavenly flesh protected and guarded by its stitches. The smooth black leather of the seat seemed to confer a power to her, a status of untouchability. Her red hair illuminated by the last rays of sunshine glinting across the waters of Puget Sound, she was temptation defined.

She looked back at me as the stores and cars and people and scenes of every day life glided past our windows. She probably couldn’t see the driver of the car next to us, stopped at the red light, as my head lowered to kiss the top of her breast. She gave no thought as to who might be watching as an expression of desire seized her lips. She cared not of the world outside the limo, as her eyes began to squint slightly and her teeth bit into her tongue, as my hands began to slide beneath her dress and probe her thighs. My hands found their way around to her incredible ass and pulled her forward on the seat. She leaned back and began taking quick breaths, more visible now as her reclined body thrust her breasts even more prominently to view. I leaned toward her until my hard cock, straining against the fabric of my suit pants, found comfort in the pressure of her pubic bone.

Ever so slowly I raised and lowered my cock against the perfect form of her feminine shape. My chest rubbing across her breasts as my cock teased her clit with each pass. Applying slightly more pressure I was rewarded her gasps of “yes” and her soft guttural moans with ever more contact. Our kisses were long and deep, our bodies both despising and ignoring the layers of clothing between us. And when at last her body shuddered, and the passion of her sex escaped her lips with a loud moan, I retreated and subsided.

As a kid I remember traveling almost five hours to view my first major league baseball game only to see the whole game rained out. I learned that true disappointment can be devastating. Such was the feeling enveloping my cock, as the limo banked smoothly into the long circular drive of the restaurant. The fulfillment of my pleasure would have to wait. But time was on my side and in love like life, what comes around goes around.

The Canlis restaurant is a Seattle tradition. Mixed in amongst the blue haired wealthy seniors are young professionals and wine connoisseurs picking from over 15,000 bottles. The mood is elegant and expensive, the food delicious, and the service unimpeachable. After a short wait in the piano bar, we were seated at a table with a couch on one side and a chair on the other. The flicker of candle light across the white table cloths completed the romantic view. The neighboring tables shared the couch and I caught the guys on either side enjoying a full view of my beautiful dates sliding her body around the table. “Enjoy the view boys,” I smiled to myself. If only they knew what they were missing.

Dinner was an exercise in patience and self control. All through the meal she looked at me and she often smiled the cutest most adorable smile a man could ever see. We talked so easily about careers, politics, life, love, and sex. And frequently when the subject of sex came up we held hands while driving ourselves crazy talking about fantasies, feelings, favorite experiences, and desires. The cocktails and wine were definitely taking their toll. There were moments where I sensed an awkward silence at the neighboring tables and I couldn’t help wondering if our conversation was being eavesdropped. If it was, I can only imagine how horny our neighbors must now be feeling. At one point I went to bathroom and returned to find my lover smirking as she quickly recounted how the handsome young waiter had flirted with her during my absence. I laughed to myself and marveled and how great this night was going.

When the check arrived I tipped well and called our driver on my cell. The limo was waiting as we stepped, well, staggered from the restaurant. I explained to our driver that it was unlikely I would remember to tip him when we got back to the hotel so I wanted to take care of it now. He appreciated my thoughtfulness as I handed him a hundred dollar bill and told him to take us “on the scenic tour.” He smiled and said he knew just what I wanted.

Once inside the limo, the privacy shield in place, our passion was again unleashed. But it was more powerful and more energetic than I ever thought possible. Hands were roaming and squeezing and probing and stroking. Kisses were rougher and driven by inner passions unrestrained by logic or rules. I paused only long enough to remove my coat and loosen my tie. But while I glanced over and caught a wickedly sexy look coming from my lover. She smiled as her hands moved quickly under her dress and peeled down a sexy black thong, soaked with her juices. She handed it to me and said “want to hold that for me?” with a cute wink. I let the aroma of her juices fill me with its intoxicating effect, then stuffed the thong into my jacket pocket and returned to our passionate affection.

Under the folds of her sexy dress lay her bare ass and pussy, waiting for the satisfaction of my hard cock conquering her with long, filling strokes of pleasure. As we continued to kiss, my hands found her hard nipples and pinched them lightly through her dress. She began to squirm with anticipation. My hand moved so slowly up her inner thigh. I have always loved the soft, sexy feeling of her inner thigh. My lips longed to be there in place of my hand. When at last my hand reached the top of the journey, she quivered at the first soft touch of my finger to her clit. I moved my finger lower, over the opening to her pussy and with the lightest strokes I could manage, began shifting the lips left and right, parting the petals of her flower, moving slowly deeper into her heaven.

Her lips parted easily in the wetness and warmth of her arousal. But I was surprised when at the last parting, leaving no flesh between my finger and her pussy, there was gush of juices onto my hand. I quickly spread this wonderful potion up the length of her lips and swirled it around her hard, straight clit. I gathered as much of it as I could and brought my finger to up to our kiss. Inserting my fingers into our kiss so we could both lick and suck and taste her sexy wetness, the passion of our moment was reaching a point of uncontrollability.

My hand returned to the paradise between her legs and I chose to torture her clit with soft circles of wet touches. Her hips gyrated as she pressed her ass into the leather seat trying to reach her clit upward, striving for the satisfying pressure of my finger’s hard touch. Finally I relented and began slow hard strokes the full length of her pussy, from the curl of red hair above her clit, flicking across the surface of her swollen button, down the wet parted lips, slightly in and up nearing dangerously close to her G spot, and down again to the soft flesh below her opening. Repeating this journey over and over, up and down, touching every millimeter of sensitive flesh. Her kissing was frantic, as though she could force her orgasm if she only kissed me hard enough. Her hand was desperately stroking my cock through my pants and the wetness of my precum was finding its way to through my suit. When at last she was near orgasm, I focused only on her clit moving in steady, strong circles with a constant flick of her clit on each upward pass. The end came quickly as she suddenly stopped breathing, froze as if electricity had suddenly replaced the blood in her veins, and then erupted in moans of pulsing pleasure.

I thought about pressing on, seeing if I could take things up another notch. But I became aware of the limo stopping, the engine being turned off, and the driver’s door opening. I quickly straightened myself as my lover pulled her now wet dress down past her naked pussy. My door opened and the driver announced that there was “a special view” that I might appreciate. We stumbled out of the car to find ourselves at a park high above the city, with the famous space needle backed by a million city lights all twinkling before us. It was breathtaking. We stood alone for a few minutes against the railing at the edge of the park. My arms wrapped around my lover who stood with her back to me, my hard cock felt strongly on her ass, as we took in the view and I hugged her and kissed that little spot behind her ear. It didn’t take long for our desire of scenery of a different sort to assert itself. We headed back to the limo and I politely asked our driver to drive us around nonstop for thirty minutes and then drop of us back at the W.

The long black limo pulled quickly away from the curb and we returned to our pleasure with full knowledge that nothing could disturb us now. My lover had a playful look in her eye and at the risk of subjecting my cock to prolonged torture, I decided to play the game too to see what would happen. I turned on the stereo to give us some background music. All of the interior mood lights were off, but no light was needed as the city’s glow filtered through smoked windows. Without warning, I slid off the seat and made my way to a seat at the far end of the limo. My back to the driver’s compartment, I sat down and faced my lover. The passing street lights danced across her silky body. The crystal glasses stacked atop of the mobile bar sparkled to my left. I didn’t know why I had moved here, but whatever subconscious agenda I had was soon fulfilled and surpassed.

As the seats vibrated with dull rumble of tires over the roadway, my lover stared into my eyes and the smile slowly faded from her face. She took on a new look. A hungry and seductive look. A cruder man would say she missed my body and was giving me the “fuck me” expression. But there was something deeper here. A need to please me and to seduce me to a new level of anticipation. A need to show me what I wanted and make me beg to have it. Without warning she straightened her body toward mine and her hands began to touch her body. She made slow circles around her nipples with her finger tips, lightly pinching at them and rubbing her unbelievably perky breasts. Her ass again slid forward on the seat and one hand began to drift down her tiny waist toward her pussy. This was not a mere show, this was the real thing. She wanted to please herself, but she wanted to please herself for me.

After a few moments, she looked straight into me eyes while she slowly and seductively slid her dress all the way up to her hips, revealing her gorgeous pussy to me in all its splendor. The wetness was visible in the glint of those passing streetlights. She brought her feet together and lifted them to one side up on the black leather seat while she rested on the center armrest. At this angle, it was as if she were a cat, lounging on the couch — only here the real pussy was framed by the whiteness of her amazing legs. If I had that remote control of life, I would definitely now be pressing the Pause button. My desire to whip out my aching cock and plunge it into this mysterious woman of unknown temptations was almost unlimited.

She continued to fondle herself, touching her clit and nipples, licking her lips, and almost always looking straight into my eyes. As guys go, I’ve got the whole self control thing down pat. But even I, Mr. Self Control, was about to go totally crazy on this woman. When she came, and her body sighed with the feeling of self-inflicted orgasm, she caught the change in my expression. As my hands had begun to unzip my pants, she let out a warning: “not yet.” There was only one thing that enabled me to heed that warning, and that was the knowledge that whenever I complied with her, my loyalty was repaid tenfold. But I had to do something. Sitting idly by just ten feet away from this icon of sexual perfection was just not in my basic genetic programming.

I slid down from the seat, crawled across the limo toward her, and kissed her again with passion and longing. Pretending I had some measure of control in this process I whispered a warning of my own as I nibbled on her ear lobe. “Don’t close your eyes,” I told her confidently, “and don’t stop looking out the window. I need you to be a passenger in a car. Make eye contact when you can. Look out at the world and pretend I’m not here.” She agreed without much conviction and I slid my body to the floor again.

Invisible to the increasing traffic as we headed back toward downtown, my head moved between her legs. She parted them as easily as I touched them. And while one hand wandered over her breasts, flicking across her now rock hard nipples, the other rubbed the soft flesh of her inner thigh as I kissed my way from her knee northward. The scent of her juices was overpowering and intoxicating. My tongue wanted to just plunge into her opening and savor each drop. Her pussy came toward me almost as fast as I moved toward it. I started by ignoring her pussy and just licking up and down to the sides where that soft flesh connects her pussy to her leg. My tongue flicked hard across the muscle just beneath her flesh. I nibbled and sucked on that muscle as if it were her clit itself, and her moans and twitching revealed both pleasure and frustration. As I moved from side to side I allowed my tongue to ever so lightly swipe the top of her clit, the result of which was like a shock to her system, which was already overloaded with sensitivity.

I glanced up to see if there was any hope that she was making eye contact with the outside world, but my hopes were dashed. Her eyes were closed and her head lay back across the back of the seat. Any passerby could only assume she was asleep, our more likely, having her clit explored by a probing, hungry tongue. When my tongue turned directly upon her pussy, the results were immediate. Her first orgasm came after just a few circles and tongue flicks. As my tongue made long strokes up and down her pussy, my free hand, moved slowly toward her opening, my palm face up and a finger extended.

My tongue gave way to my whole mouth. I sucked her entire pussy into my mouth with every ounce of energy I had. Her hair and lips and juices and clit filled my mouth as I sucked hard upon her. Without losing the effect, I thrust my tongue through her tightened pussy lips, subjecting her clit to a mixture of suction and pressure unlike anything she’d ever felt. As she neared her climax I allowed my finger to join the fun, with just the slightest contact with the top of her opening, just millimeters from where I knew her G-spot was hiding. The wave of orgasm swept through her once more, but this time I would not back down. I escalated her pleasure rather than letting the wave subside. I released her pussy but began to suck her clit in and out of my mouth, allowing it to scrape lightly against my teeth, which were opened just enough to allow its passage. Simultaneously, my finger finally pressed inward a full inch, then curved up and against her G-spot, which responded instantly to my touch. Though she had not yet completed the first orgasm, a second wave more powerful than the first shattered her senses and her legs locked straight as if every muscle of her body was seized by the pulsing pleasure exploding from her clit. As it did so, I pumped my finger in and out against her G-spot and sucked faster and harder on her throbbing clit. Her pleasure was nearly total. Only the inner emptiness remained.

For better or worse, I realized the limo was now downtown again and just blocks from the W. I returned to the seat and kissed my lover again. Her tongue tasted the abundance of her juices which still flavored my mouth. I straightened my tie and donned my jacket as she sat up straight and did the best she could to move her dress into the right places. My lover’s wickedly seductive smile lit up her face as she told me of her plan to “tip” the driver in her own way. I slid out the door and turned around just in time to see her naked leg stretched widely out of the limo, forcing her dress upward, and offering a view of paradise to the poor guy holding her hand. I can only imagine how much of the evening’s festivities were heard or seen by him somehow, but I have confidence he didn’t mind.

As we staggered through the front door, I realized the effect of the drinks had barely begun to subside. I planned a major assault on the feminine flesh clinging to my body as soon as we entered the elevator, but alas, we were not alone. When finally we entered our room, I knew my time had finally come. I walked confidently to the far end of the room and took off my jacket, shoes and socks. My lover began walking toward me, but then made a sudden move into the bathroom. I was disappointed, but understanding. Well, little did I know that her move had nothing to do with biology, for just seconds later the door reopened.

Walking toward me at this point was not the sculptured, classy, powerful figure of sexuality clad in the killer black dress I had seen in the lounge. Now my eyes were feasting upon my angel of pleasure, shorter without her shoes, clad only in the sexiest little thing Victoria’s Secret offers. It was light green, which contrasted so well with her red hair. The bottom was just a few strings, and the top was made of lace so thin you had to really try not to see right through it. Her white skin glowed in the moonlight that filed our room. Her walk was not the erect, confident stride that began our evening, but a predatory, hungry sort of walk. Glimpses of nipples, of small curls of red pubic hair, of soft flesh, of her delicious smile, and of that look in her eyes made me feel like the luckiest guy on Earth. Her figure was so perfect, her breasts so perky, her face so beautiful. When at last she reached me, she reached up and began to undo my tie. “Your turn” she announced, and I need no persuasion.

I stood in place as she removed my tie and shirt, smothering my chest with kisses while her hands caressed my ass and cock. Sinfully she looked into my eyes as she undid my belt, pulling it from my waist in one smooth stroke. She quickly unbuttoned my pants and then, with a look that said “can you handle it?” dropped to her knees. She removed what was left of my pants and underwear and my cock stroked the side of her soft cheek as I stepped out of the fallen clothing. She nuzzled my cock for a few moments, and then began sucking on my balls one at a time. She brought out her tongue and ran one long smooth wet stroke up the full length of my aching shaft.

I looked down at the scene, not quite believing what was happening. This woman, so sexual and so beautiful, was now taking the full length of my cock deep into her throat, grabbing my ass and pulling me in and out of her waiting mouth, the small red lips sucking and pleasuring every inch. Looking down I could see my hands unconsciously stroking her red hair. I could see her lips gliding powerfully on and off my cock. I could see her breasts, barely contained in the green lace, the nipples hard and anxious, pressing against my legs with each thrust. I could see her arms reaching around my body and feel the nails biting into my ass as she held me. When my lover knew that my eruption was eminent, she withdrew and smiled.

She stood up again and kissed me long and hard. She looked sympathetically into my eyes and asked “how do you want it?” Throwing any last vestige of courtesy aside I said, “kneel down on the bed.” She turned around and walked quickly to the bed and I followed behind, my hard cock leading me like a guided missile headed straight toward its target. She kneeled on the bed with her ass toward me, and I had yet another moment where I had to pause and just be amazed at my good fortune. There’s something about a woman who has finally and completely surrendered to your manhood. An asteroid could come crashing into the city and it wouldn’t have distracted her from her one goal in life at the moment: to feel my cock fucking her as hard and fast as I possibly could. Nothing I would do would be wrong, as long as it involved fucking my lover. There was no pretense, no inhibition, no rules.

I stood behind her, her toes curled over the edge of the bed. Standing behind her my feet still on the floor, I reached up and removed the small thong that shielded her from my attack. Then I stepped up between her legs and kissed her ass. It was so smooth and beautiful. I reached around and felt her hanging breasts, they were tight and firm. And then I moved my cock up to her waiting pussy. The head slid in so fast and easy, but was hard to withdraw. Her muscles were in control, able to let me in with ease, but pulling hard on my attempt to withdraw. I could see that this was going to be physical. I released the nipples I had been pinching as I leaned over her body and placed a hand on each hip. Well, I actually clamped a hand onto each hip. Her waist is so tiny I could wrap my fingers around the whole thing if I wanted. But now I wanted bones. I grabbed them and with one hard thrust, one act of vengeance for all the night’s tortures, I thrust my cock fully into the depths of her pussy as she moaned with delight.

I froze for a moment, savoring the muscles clamping on to my cock from all sides. “Do you want me to fuck you?” I said as my cock lay buried deep within her. “Yes” she whimpered, squirming her hips in a vain attempt to create friction or movement. My hands gripped her hips tight against me, her ass flattened against my body, my cock still buried to her depths. “Say it: say fuck me” I asked again. “Yes, fuck me!” she said again with pleading. And so it began. Without warning I began to almost violently pull her pussy on and off my cock. Slamming into her, using my arm strength to pull her tiny body forward and backward. Her ass made an audible slap sound against my hips with each thrust, as her breasts bounced below her. This was raw sex, well, this wasn’t even sex, this was not a moment of love or compassion or tenderness or affection. This was fucking. Hard, fast penetration. After a while I returned to reaching around to pinch her nipples between my knuckles while my hands grabbed her breasts. But my elbows were against her hip bones and my hands were grabbing her breasts tightly as I literally fucked her for my pleasure.

More orgasms swept over her, but eventually I turned her over and removed the last scrap of clothing still protecting her youthful flesh. She lay on her back watching me with a look of part bliss, part exhaustion. Kneeling between her legs, I bent over and kissed her while my cock found her pussy again. I lowered my mouth and sucked on her breasts and nipples while I began to fuck her clit with an up and down motion, my cock flat against the opening to her pussy. After a while, her desire for inner fulfillment again guided her actions. When my cock was down low, she quickly rotated her hips and hooked my cock so that instead of reaching high and scraping along her clit, it got caught by her move and plunged once again into her soaking wet pussy. We fucked for another while, with her nipples getting a lot of sucking from my mouth, and when again I approached my climax I withdrew.

There was no way one could know how many orgasms my lover had experienced on this night. But I knew I was still due my first and I wanted it my way. I told her to turn over on her stomach and the sight was one of the sexiest things I can ever imagine. Her naked back stretching from the soft shoulders adorned only with wisps of red hair to the thin waist, followed by the most amazing ass and those gorgeous legs. I parted her legs and she willingly complied. I kneeled between them and lay over her, kissing her cheek where the side of her head was turned on the pillow. My cock found its target, the warm crease of her ass. I pushed my cock forward and back a few times, almost asking my cock if this is where it wanted to end the wait. The answer was a screaming yes shouted through every vein of my body. I knelt behind her again and covering my cock with saliva, I pushed my cock into her ass cheeks, my hands squeezing the sides tightly together against either side of my cock.

She has a sensitive ass and the feeling of my cock gliding through her cheeks has always been a pleasure for both of us. She moaned appreciating the sensation of her soft ass caressing and loving my hard, desperate cock. My pace quickened and my cock grew even harder against her. The softness was interrupted only by the hard rub of her tail bone midway through each stroke. In no time I could feel the tingling, bulb of pressure sliding slowly upward through my inner channel. I squeezed her ass against me as hard as I could and then froze as my hot cum shot suddenly up her back covering her with my cum. I moaned and nearly collapsed with the relief and pleasure. All night I had waited for this moment, and I can honestly say it was better than I could have ever imagined. My orgasm lasted for a very long time, and after shocks rippled through me long after I had fallen to the bed beside my lover.

We cleaned up and lay under the blankets — tired, naked bodies intertwined and content. We drifted off to sleep with the warmth of our bodies and the warmth of our spirits.

END

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Erotic Hot Stories – A Knee, a Rub, a Beer and a Babe

It had been a long week. Eight hour days in trial had forced me to return client calls well into each evening. By the time I arrived home at night I was too tired to do much of anything. On the other hand, I was out of bed every morning before 5:00 a.m. making final preparations for the next day’s events in court.

Finally it was Friday and by 7:00 p.m. I had returned by last call, finished my work and it was time to relax. I was tired. I thought about driving home, but decided I really didn’t feel like being alone for another night. I hadn’t been to the pub at the Black Swan recently and decided to give it a try. The Black Swan is one of Kalamazoo’s finest restaurants but definitely not a place to go alone. Besides, I had little interest in a big fancy meal. Fortunately the Swan also has a small English style pub attached to it. I knew I could get there what I really wanted: a beer, one of their excellent prime rib sandwiches and if I were lucky, maybe a bit of conversation.

I arrived, parked, opened my door, had a second thought, had a third thought and decided, what the Hell, you’ve earned it.

I walked into the pub, found a stool at the bar, and ordered a cold bottle of Paulaner’s Salvator, Germany’s first and only authentic dopplebock. That first long, malty, almost caramel pull, hit the spot so perfectly that it seemed to melt away the long week. A few minutes later after gulping down my last drop of nectar, I closed my eyes and held the cool bottle to my forehead. I stood and literally shook the stress from my body like a dog shaking water from his fur. It was then that I heard a giggle off to my right. I lowered my bottle to the bar and looked over my shoulder to see whom it was who had found my actions so amusing. I found myself staring into a pair of deep blue eyes and two full, smiling lips. Before I could say anything she quipped, “Did you have that bad a day?”

I turned away raising my hand to get Michele, the bartender’s, attention, “Yea, a long week.”

She replied, “Well, watching you was pretty funny.”

Curtly, “That’s exactly what I’m here for . . . your amusement.”

From the corner of my eye I could see the smile leave her face as she fell silent for a moment and then added, “Sorry, didn’t mean to bother you. I was just trying to make a little talk.”

I finally got Michele’s attention and she approached asking, “Another one Jake?”

“Please.”

Out of curiosity I glanced over at Ms. Blue Eyes and secretly gave her the once over. She had turned on her bar stool so she faced away from the bar. Not too bad I thought. Cute face, nice full breasts and she definitely had it going on from the waist down. She wore a clinging navy dress which was just long enough for business purposes and just short enough to make a guy wonder. Her legs were bare, crossed and as my eyes followed the curve of her calf, I caught the matching, heeled sandals. Her hair: full, thick, wavy and red, falling just past her neck. What attracted me most were those legs: very smooth, very toned, and very tanned. It was obvious she took care of them the legs of an athlete. When I looked back up she was staring at me. A shy little tease crossed her lips. I looked away. Michele set the beer in front of me. “I’ll add it to your tab Jake. Oh and by the way,” lowering her voice and nodding her head almost imperceptibly sideways, “she’s a nice lady.”

Looking up and after pausing for a moment, “Thanks Michele.”

After a quick first swig and another lingering glance at those wonderful legs, I finally turned. “Hey listen, we got off on the wrong foot. I’m really sorry about what I said earlier. I’m Jake.”

She gave me one of those quizzical sideways looks and after an uncomfortable moment of silence, she smiled, held out her hand and drawled, “I heard, I’m Suz.”

I smiled and shook her hand. “Glad to meet you Suz and again I apologize for my sour disposition.”

She swivelled on her bar stool so she faced me with those lovely legs crossed in my direction. “Fair enough.”

I just couldn’t help continuing to stare at those long, sexy legs and quickly enough I caught a hint of excitement beginning to stir in my stomach. “What are you drinking? It’s on me.”

A smile, “Oh, Toasted Head chard and thank you.”

I called Michele over and ordered Suz’s wine and a third Salvator for me.

We continued to talk and drink. She was an absolute pleasure, something I hadn’t experienced in way too long. I found myself becoming less inhibited as the evening progressed. [An easy feat sucking down Salvator’s which have an alcohol content almost 50% greater than American beers.] I forgot about the day and actually was beginning to enjoy myself. After an hour or so and another round of drinks the conversation began to rise to a more personal level.

“What excites you?” Suz caught me in the middle of taking a drink as I almost sprayed her with a mouthful of beer.

Wiping my mouth with a napkin and turning to her, “Well lets see, what excites me, hmm: the William Tell Overture, a fine older California cab, a great steak from any Capital Grille, winning almost anything, first kisses and,” pondering for only a moment, “interesting sensuality.”

Suz raised her eyebrows and gave me one of those grins that all guys recognize as being more than just a facial expression, “I like those, especially the last two.”

I stole another long stare at Suz’s legs and realized that some time ago we each had turned on our stools so we were facing each other. I was beginning to wonder if Suz had noticed my staring at her legs when she unexpectedly scooted her chair in closer. Without thinking I spread my legs slightly making room for hers to slide between mine. With her left leg crossed over her right, her knee was mere inches from my groin. She smiled, knowing exactly where she sat, and continued talking to me nonchalantly. I was becoming aroused, what with listening to her beguiling southern drawl, watching her and knowing her leg was almost touching me. She knowingly began swinging her leg ever so slightly, occasionally running her hands up and down her shapely thigh and calf. With Suz’s teasing and my Salvators, it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep my mind on our conversation. I also could see Suz’s beginning to take notice of the bulge growing between my legs, as her eyes seemed to be lowered more often than they were looking into my face.

I realized our faces had moved closer and closer to each other as the barroom din had increased.

Without thinking I scooted forward to the very edge of my stool and unexpectedly felt Suz’s knee pressing against me. A gasp of embarrassment escaped my throat at the same time my lips were mere inches from her ear. She responded with a knowing giggle. I pulled back immediately only to see a smile crossing her face as she looked down into my lap. She slowly raised her eyes to meet mine, raised the index finger of her left hand and seductively gestured for me to move closer again.

My heart raced as I leaned in and Suz slid one hand onto each of my shoulders. I felt her press the front of her knee into me as she whispered into my ear, “You’ve been staring at my legs all night long Jake. You tell me now, how does this feel?” She began stroking me up and down by raising and lowering her knee.

Swallowing hard, “I’ve always loved legs and yours are well beyond special. I’m only a guy and I just couldn’t help but stare.” Gaining a bit of confidence, I challenged, “Oh, and if you’re curious, your knee feels absolutely exquisite right now.”
“Jake, you can reach down and touch my legs if you like.”

I pulled back realizing where we were. “Not here, let’s move.” I looked around noticing that the stools at the end of the bar were empty. Taking Suz’s hand I led her to the far end of the bar. We sat, two stools facing each other. Suz smiled slyly and ordered, “Spread ’em. You’re about to get busted.” Reaching down she placed her hands on top of my knees and slowly forced my legs apart. I wasn’t resisting.

I watched as she stared into my lap, smiled, bit her lower lip in mock concentration, slid her knee back up against me and began moving her knee up and down again. Tilting her head to one side and grinning, she inquired less than sincerely, “How’s that feeling now Jake?”

“Beautiful” as I reached across, slid my hands barely beneath the hem of her dress and felt for the first time the electricity of bare skin against bare skin just above her knee.

Scooting her stool even closer and moving her lips next to my ear, “I see you really are a leg man. I can do this all night you know. It makes me so hot knowing I’m turning you on this way.”

And with that, she continued rubbing me with the front of her knee. I was fully erect and could feel myself aching for release. “So talk to me Jake, tell me what you like about my legs.”

Breathing hard with excitement I was able to respond between gasps, “They’re long and beautiful and tanned and smooth and they’re making such an exquisite motion.”

Suz laughed, “Well they should be. I tend to them every morning and spend as much time in the sun as I can. Judging by that lump in your pants I would say you’re getting pretty hot. I want to hear it from you though Jake. Keep talking.”

I groaned, looking down at her knee as it moved up and down, “Oh my gawd. You have put me right on the edge. That knee of yours is a genius. Don’t stop though, because although I’m on the edge, I can hold it right here for as long as you can stroke it and oh my, does it ever feel good.”

She giggled, “Hmm, I like that, but let’s see if we can’t get you just a little bit hotter.” I watched as the palms of her hands slid slowly along the inside of my trembling thighs right up into my groin. She spread her fingers and began kneading my thighs on either side of her knee. “How’s that feel now Jake? Can you still hold off?” She teased.

Leaning toward her, I raised my hands from her pumping thigh and placed them on top of her shoulders. Gasping into her ear, “I could handle just your knee, but with your hands down there also, my time may be limited.” She giggled again and took me completely by surprise by removing her hands from my thighs and her knee from my groin. Disappointment surged through my mind. Excitement returned a moment later as I watched her slide her dress forward to cover my lap and felt her fingers reach for the tab of my fly and tug. I was unzipped.

“What are you doing? Not here.”

“Come on now Jake. It’ll be all right. It’s dark over here and no one is paying any attention to us and even if they were, they couldn’t see anything. Besides I want to feel that hot cock of yours against my leg. I want to see and feel your cum shoot onto my leg. Don’t you want to feel that too?” Raising my head I looked around. No one was watching.

I lowered my head resting my forehead on Suz’s right shoulder and felt the nails of her teasing fingers as she reached into my open fly with two hands. The sensations of her groping around almost made me cum right there. She turned her lips to my ear, “Aww Jake, you’re wearing Jockey’s aren’t you. That makes it easy. All I need to do is pull down this little elastic band and slide it beneath your balls. Your cock will pop right straight up. Ahh there it is. Got it now.” And out I popped. Hard as a rock.

“Hmm, nice cock you’ve got there Jake.” She teased.

With my cock now fully exposed Suz kept the last three fingers of each hand inside my pants, massaging my balls. She held my cock straight out between both of her index fingers and both of her thumbs and slowly began to jerk me with those four digits. I pulled her dress back on top of myself as she moved her leg back into place and resumed rubbing the head of my cock up and down along the front and top of her smooth knee and along the side of her soft, supple calf. Her fingers continued to knead and pull on my balls. Each time I felt her fingers probe and pull, I felt the urge to cum. The skin of her leg rubbing against the sensitive underside of my cock coaxed out a drop of precum, bringing a coo of recognition to Suz’s lips. “There we go Jake. It won’t be long now,” as she dipped a finger to scoop up that glistening droplet and pulled it to her ips. “Umm, tastes great.” I wanted to add “less filling,” but the moment wasn’t quite right. “Your nuts are feeling nice and tight, so full of cum. How are you doing there Jake?”

My breathing labored and my heart raced as I groaned into her neck, “You’ve done it bewitching woman. I’m well past the point of no return and I’m going to cum any second now.” With each pull on my cock and balls I felt the urge to thrust forward.
Suz just giggled, “Your breath is so hot on my neck. Just let it fly big guy. I know you want to, I can feel your cock twitching in my fingers and against my leg. Let it all out. Feel what I’m doing, concentrate on my fingers and my leg.”

Hearing her voice urging me on was all it took. I felt myself losing control. I reached down and cupped her smooth thigh in both my hands feeling her taut muscles flex as she continued moving her leg against my swollen head. All the sensations, her nails against my sac, her fingers against my balls, her leg against my cock, her voice purring in my head were too much for me. My entire body shook uncontrollably. I gripped her thigh tightly. Suz recognized the beginning of my orgasm and gripping my balls, squeeded and pulled. At the same time she pressed the head of my cock into the side of her calf. Whispering now. “I love feeling your shaking right out of control there Jake.”

My first load shot heavily onto her leg. “Very nice Jake. Give me some more babe.” She continued squeezing and pulling on my tight balls and guiding the head of my cock along her leg up to her knee. My body shook again as I shot another rope of cum against her knee, some of it landing on top of her thigh.

“Whoooweee, that was a good one.” I gave her several more shots as she continued jerking me and guiding the head of my cock all along her leg already made slick by my cum.

Finally, my orgasm exhausted, I watched as Suz squeezed both my cock and my balls ensuring that she had drained every last drop of cum from me and onto her leg. Once satisfied she thoroughly had milked me, she tucked my cock neatly back into my pants and zipped me up. She tapped my tired groin lightly with her fingers and announced with another of those sly, teasing grins, “You had a lot in there Jake.”

I leaned back and watched her begin to pick up some napkins from the bar top to clean me from her now drenched leg. I grabbed her wrist. “Stop.” Releasing her wrist I reached to her leg with both hands and running two fingers up her leg, collected most of my cum. Holding my fingers before me, I demanded, “Come here.” She bent her head forward just as I bend mine. Our lips met for the first time around two cum drenched fingers. At first eagerly and then languidly, our tongues licked and cleaned, parried and thrust, teased and excited. In the end, I think Suz may have stolen a drop or two of nectar more than I. Slow and easy, we were two brains fully engrossed in almost indescribable sensations, both physical and mental. It was without doubt one of those first kisses I’d mentioned earlier that excite me.

“Damn that was good. I need another beer.”

Suz laughed running her fingers through my hair, “You really did well Jake. This drink’s on me.”

I reached down placing my hand on her thigh that only moments ago had brought me to orgasm, “Thanks. You’re a remarkable woman.”

Suz continued running her fingers slowly through my hair as she bragged in her finest southern drawl, “Oh, I just don’t know what got into me. I’ve never done anything like that before. For some reason I just had to feel you come.”

I laughed, “Well you saw how it made me feel.”

“Your excitement was most evident . . . all over my leg.”

Suz caught Michele’s attention and signaled two more. Michele approached, gave us a sly wink and added, “These are on me guys. Oh, and thanks.” Suz and I gave back our best, but slightly embarrassed grins as the three of us enjoyed a good chuckle.

END

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Erotic Hot Stories – A Incredible Night

Stephanie was sitting at her computer surfing the net. Suddenly an instant message from Gary popped up on the screen. She smiled because she really loved hearing from him. It always made her so hot and wet the way he would talk to her.

“Hey sexy.” Gary typed up.

“Hey.” Stephanie typed back.

Gary started asking Stephanie how she was doing. He really found himself wanting to meet her that Friday night and fuck her brains out. They had been talking about it the night before and he decided that this would be the night that they would meet again only this time to fuck.

“So are you ready to meet me tonight? I know I’m ready to see you and get you alone.” Gary said.

Stephanie smiled more because she knew deep down inside she really wanted to meet him tonight. She had met him already once before when he came to her house on Wednesday and they had talked on her couch for 3 hours. He had wanted to fuck her that night but she had screwed up by not taking the opportunity when he offered it. She knew for sure though that tonight she was definitely not going to make that mistake again.

“Yes I’m ready. Ready to see you. I can hardly wait. “Stephanie said.

“Ah I’m glad baby. I can hardly wait either. See you at eight o’clock tonight.” Gary said.

The hours passed by quickly as they talked. Finally, the time to meet was upon her. The excitement of meeting again was almost too much to bear.

Stephanie could feel her body responding already as she thought of what the night would have in store for them. She knew he was coming to get her in his Jeep and she could hardly wait to see him again.

Suddenly before she knew it, he was pulling up into the driveway. She sat in front of the computer waiting for him. She could feel her body tense up a little bit with nerves but she knew that they would go away.

Gary stopped his Jeep in the driveway and got out. He then started walking up the driveway thinking of all the naughty things he is going to do to Stephanie when he gets her alone in their motel room. He could feel his cock begin to swell and harden with excitement.

He quickly reached the door and rang the doorbell. He hoped she was ready to go, as he knew he could not wait much longer to ravish her body.

Stephanie heard the doorbell ring and she felt her heart jump with excitement. She knew this was it that there was no turning back now. She quickly got up out of the computer chair and grabbed her wallet. She then walked towards the front door seeing him standing there.

Gary saw Stephanie walking towards him. He could feel his lust building quickly within him, as he knew that soon they would be alone together and that there bodies would be intertwined in the heat of passion.

“You ready?” Gary asked.

“Yes.” Stephanie said.

Gary then stood aside a little bit as Stephanie walked out onto the sidewalk. He looked at her as she suddenly stood beside him. He was glad that they were going to go through this.

They started walking towards his Jeep, Gary walking first with Stephanie following. The night was cool with a certain excitement in the air. They both could feel the arousal building as they walked. Stephanie reached the Jeep first. She went to open the door but Gary beat her to it. Like a gentleman, he walked over and opened the door for her.

“After you.” Gary said as he held the door open.

“Thank you.” Stephanie said.

She got into the Jeep and got comfortable as Gary shut the door behind her. She then waited and watched as he walked over to his side and got in. She could not help but stare at him seeing how extremely handsome he was.

Gary put on his seatbelt then helped Stephanie with hers because she was struggling with it some. He then put his Jeep into reverse backing out of the driveway and onto the road.

Both Gary and Stephanie sat comfortably in the Jeep as he drove down her road then turned onto the main road heading into town. On the way there, he turned on his radio all the while talking to her at the same time.

Stephanie looked at Gary then to outside as they drove to the motel. She could feel her pussy throb with excitement and lust the whole way there. She knew it wouldn’t take long for them to get to their desired destination and was glad of that. She started thinking of all the things he said to her in their im’s together and it made her hotter realizing that tonight everything he typed would come true.

They reached the motel quickly both of their bodies yearning and aching to become one. They both knew that this was it..that this was the night that had been waiting for since they first met.

Gary sat in the parking lot and waited for someone to get out of the way. He then pulled his Jeep up and parked it, getting out. He went inside the lobby of the motel to get the room. He walked up to the desk telling the clerk he needed a room. The whole time he stood there the thoughts of what they were about to do together were racing through his head. He could feel himself becoming hornier by the moment.

He paid for the room and got the key. He then went outside to his Jeep and got in letting his eyes focus on Stephanie for a second. He smiled to himself then drove over to their room. He had a bit trouble finding the room number seeing it was quite late at night but that was okay. He could hardly wait to get her clothes off.

Gary then found the room and parked his Jeep. He turned off the engine, got out, shutting and locking the door behind him. He then walked over to Stephanie’s door and got ready to help her out of the Jeep. He reached her door quickly and held it open for her.

Stephanie noticed Gary coming over to her door. She opened it some then started getting out. She noticed him standing there and she was glad. She then got out the rest of the way and turned around to watch him lock the door behind her.

Gary locked the door. He then walked up to the room with Stephanie following. He held the key tightly in his hand as not to lose it. He then put the key into the door and opened it turning on a light.

Stephanie walked in next and shut the door behind them. She then sat down on the couch and looked over at the bed that she knew in a few minutes they would be sharing together. She felt her heart jump with excitement/nerves and she knew she could hardly wait to feel his body next to hers..their hot skin touching.

Gary saw Stephanie sitting on the couch so he sat down next to her. They then started talking about different things. He started letting his hands run over her body, going from her stomach to her breasts then back again. He found himself already liking the way she felt to his touch.

Stephanie felt Gary’s hands touching her body through her clothes. She really loved how good and gentle his touch felt. She found herself wanting more.

Gary decided to go ahead and make another move. So he leaned in and ever so gently placed his lips on hers. He then kissed her so very sweetly letting her feel the passion within that was burning for her. As he was kissing her, he let his hands roam more over her body feeling every soft smooth inch. He could feel her start to return his kiss and he was glad she was getting into it.

Stephanie felt Gary kissing her. She found herself not only getting hot but also weak in the knees. She knew he told her he was a great kisser, but she had no idea he was this good. She slowly pulled her body closer to his feeling his body yield to hers. She wanted to touch him, but she decided to wait until they got to the bed. She found herself really enjoying his kissing though.

Gary kissed Stephanie more. He could feel the heat rising between them and he knew that they would be adjourning to the bed very soon. He could hardly wait to get his tongue on her body especially on her pussy. He just knows she is going to taste so good.

Stephanie and Gary kissed some more..their kisses still slow and sweet. They both then decided to move to the bed. So they stood up and walked over there together with Gary holding her hand. They then reached the bed quickly and sat down on it together.

As Stephanie sat down on the bed, she reached over and turned on the radio to help set the mood. She then kicked off her shoes and socks so she could get more comfortable. She could feel the lust burn deeper within her now even though all they had done was a little bit of kissing. She could hardly wait to find out what else Gary had in store for her.

Gary noticed Stephanie sitting on the bed with her feet now bare. He decided to help make her relax so he got in behind her and starting giving her a massage. He knew she would enjoy the way it would make her feel and would help relax her nerves more. He really wanted to make this night good for them both but most of all he wanted to make it really good for her.

Stephanie felt Gary giving her a massage and she started melting under his touch. She really enjoyed how good it felt and the fact that he was being so kind as to give her one. She had never experienced this kind of thing before with the guys who had fucked her in the past and she found herself not wanting him to stop.

Gary noticed Stephanie relaxing under his touch and he was glad of it. He knew that pretty soon she’d be putty in his hands with his mouth on her sweet pussy. He could hardly wait to taste her sweetness and give her a hard good night of fucking. He could feel the desire rising within him and he knew he couldn’t last much longer before he had to get her naked. That is what he wanted..to make her his.

As Stephanie started enjoying Gary’s touch even more, she found herself wanting to just get naked and let him take her. The heat of the night was really starting to get to her and she was really glad that she had come here with him.

Gary noticed that Stephanie was totally relaxed now as was he. He knew that this was the time to make th next move. He moved closer to her and started kissed her some more at the same time pulling up her shirt. He could tell that she was getting hot and god was he glad of that. He could see her beautiful body as it became more exposed to his eyes and he could hardly wait to see her fully naked before him.

Stephanie helped Gary take off the rest of her shirt and then her bra. She threw them onto the couch. She was glad they were both off now. She could feel her nipples hardening from the arousal she was already feeling by just being next to him. She then watched as he took his shirt off next and threw it into the floor. She was glad he was topless now too. She then laid down on the bed.

Gary noticed that Stephanie was lying on the bed. He liked how sexy she looked. He laid down next to her bringing his body close. He then started kissing her again loving how soft her lips felt next to his. He touched her softly letting his hands roam all over. He then let his lips move off hers and started trailing his kisses down her body kissing her neck feeling her body yield more to his.

Stephanie felt Gary kissing on her neck. She was loving how good his lips felt. She knew that pretty soon he would be at her pussy and she could hardly wait to feel his tongue licking her. She didn’t touch him just yet though. She wanted to wait to get her hands on him.

Gary, noticing how Stephanie was loving his lips, moved them down lower to her tits. He reached them quickly and took one of her nipples into his mouth sucking. He then moved over and did the same to the other one. Realizing her shorts and panties were still on, he knew that they would have to come off. So he stopped sucking on her tits long enough to reach down and pull off her shorts then panties exposing her sweet tight cunt to him. The smell of her arousal filled the air and he found himself becoming intoxicated.

He pulled off her short and panties throwing them aside onto the floor. He then got down on the floor between her legs and pulled her pussy lips apart exposing her to his hungry mouth. He quickly looked at her pussy then just dove right in, using his tongue to start licking her hard. The moment her juices touched his tongue he knew that he was addicted to her..that after tonight he would have to have more of her. He started licking up and down focusing on that hard little clit. He knew she would love this.

Stephanie felt Gary licking her pussy and she could have sworn she had went to Heaven because it felt so good. She let her legs stay spread open nice and wide so he could have a mouthful of her sweetness. She started gripping onto the bedspread because the pleasure felt so extreme and let out a series of loud moans. She then let her eyes close to the pleasure he was giving her.

Gary heard Stephanie moaning and he was glad she was enjoying it as much as he was. He used a series of different licking strokes from soft and light to hard. He let her body signals guide him on how to lick her.

Stephanie really loved how Gary was licking her. She felt his tongue lick her in all the right places and at all the right time. She felt like her pussy was on fire. She never wanted him to stop because he was indeed the best pussy licker she ever met. She knew for sure that no one else could ever make her feel like this.

Gary licked Stephanie’s pussy for a good 30 minutes. He then moved back up on her body and laid down next to her, bringing his lips back to hers. He started kissing her letting her taste her juices on his lips. He wanted to feel her close to him now and found himself really loving how she kissed. He knew that she loved his kisses too because of how eagerly she was responding.

Stephanie then brought her body closer to Gary. She wanted to feel him holding her tight. She kept on kissing him as she got closer enjoying how good he smelled. She then let her fingers run up through his hair. She loved how it felt and found herself becoming more attracted the more that she was close to him. She had not felt this way it a while and was loving every minute of it, wanting it to last.

Gary felt Stephanie’s hands in his hair. He really loved it when that was done to him. It made him feel so good and was really glad she was doing it. He let his right hand travel down to her spread open legs and into her hot wet pussy. He couldn’t get over how aroused she was for him. The feeling of her wetness was driving him crazy. He started fingering her with his long fingers reaching all the way almost to her cervix. He knew she would love the feeling of his fingers inside of her. He found himself not being able to get enough either.

Stephanie felt Gary’s fingers in her pussy and she kissed him more. She then stopped and let out a series of moans. His long fingers felt so good in her pussy and she knew for sure she didn’t want him to stop. She felt like he was touching her soul and she realized she had never felt this sexually good before. She knew that he wanted her to touch him but she wanted him to ask for it first.

Gary kept on fingering Stephanie’s pussy becoming more aroused by the second. He couldn’t get over how tight she was. He wanted her to place her hand on his throbbing dick, to stroke him so she could feel how hard he was for her.

“I want you to touch my cock baby..please.”Gary said.

Stephanie heard Gary ask her to touch his cock. She smiled because this is what she was waiting to hear. So she took her hand and placed it on his cock. She then started stroking feeling his hardness under her fingers.

Gary, upon feeling Stephanie’s hand on his cock, just started moaning like crazy. Her hand felt so good on his hardness and he didn’t want her to stop stroking. He kept on fingering her pussy, going at it harder. He could still hear her moans as he gave her pussy one good fingering. He could hardly wait to get his hard cock shoved inside her tight pussy.

Stephanie kept on stroking Gary’s cock as she felt him finger her. She could feel one orgasm after another wash over her. She then stopped stroking him long enough to give her hand a rest.

Gary, noticing that Stephanie had stopped stroking him, stopping fingering her. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and placed his hand around her waist. He then turned on his side, bringing her with him.

Stephanie, feeling Gary bring her onto her side, let her hand go back to stroking his hair again. She loved the feeling of being so close to him. She had never wanted a man as badly as she wanted him. The desire that was running through her body was like electricity and she couldn’t get enough of him. It was as he was a long lost lover that she hadn’t been with in a long time. She couldn’t deny the attraction she was feeling towards him.

Gary felt Stephanie stroking his hair again and he found himself loving every minute of it. Her touch was so gentle but passionate. So sweet but at the same time so hungry for him. He really loved being this close to her, feeling her skin next to his. He never wanted to let her go. He also found himself desiring to finger her sweet pussy again, to feel that wetness against his hand. He knew the moment he stuck his dick in her it would feel exquisite.

Stephanie and Gary held each other, their two bodies touching. The heat between them was so strong..the attraction so noticeable. They then started kissing again, the kisses starting out soft then becoming more passionate.

Stephanie, feeling the passion within her grow, let her left leg drape over Gary’s body drawing her even closer now. She knew that at any moment he could easily slip his hard dick into her and fuck her right there in that position. She didn’t know if he would but she knew that she would love it if he did. However, even if he didn’t she was still loving the intimacy they were sharing.

Gary felt Stephanie’s leg drape over his body. He took this opportunity to squeeze her tighter to his body, making his kisses more hungrier..letting his desire for her show to her. He wanted to just pull her on top of him, slip his hard dick right into her tight pussy, and fuck her hard. But he knew he wanted to finger and taste that pussy some more before he did.

Stephanie let her leg drape over Gary’s body for a little bit while longer. She then moved it off and laid back down on her back again leaving her legs still spread open. She was still kissing Gary as he had moved to where he was “hovering” over her with the top part of his body.

Gary kissed Stephanie some more then let his lips move down to her neck kissing there too. He knew that she loved it when he did that. He wanted nothing more at this moment then to please her..to make her enjoy being with him. He loved the way she reacted as he kissed her neck..the way she arched up to give him more access and the way she moaned. He then moved his lips back on hers kissing her more.

Stephanie felt Gary kissing her again and she really loved it. She then watched him as he laid back down on his back with his body so close. She took the initiative this time and leaned the top half of her body over his kissing him more aggressively. She wanted him so badly. She stayed over his body for a little bit more feeling his hands go all over then laid back down too.

Gary noticed that Stephanie was lying back down. He let his hands trail down to her open legs and stuck a finger inside of her pussy. He then started fingering her again feeling how much wetter and aroused she had become for him. He thrusted his finger in and out letting it touch her sweet tight pussy deeply inside. He listened to her beautiful moans of pleasure as he fingered her feeling her orgasm repeatedly.

Stephanie couldn’t stop moaning as she felt Gary’s finger in her pussy. She let her hand travel over to his dick where she started stroking him again. She loved hearing his moans too as she stroked him knowing he was loving being touched as much as she was. She enjoyed knowing that she was pleasing him.

Gary kept on fingering Stephanie for a good 40 minutes, sliding his fingers in and out effortlessly giving her pussy a good hard fingering feeling her pussy become wetter. He felt her hand still stroking his cock, not missing a beat. He could feel his orgasm come on but he didn’t want to cum all over himself. He’d rather cum inside her, filling her tight pussy with his hot seed. He started moaning louder to let her know that he was getting ready to cum.

Stephanie noticed by Gary’s moans that he was close. She quickly moved her hands off his dick and brought them back up to his hair. She ran her fingers through his hair again loving how good his hair felt in her hands.

Gary noticed that Stephanie was running her fingers through his hair again. He fingered her a little bit harder this time then stopped bringing his hands up placing them around her back. He pulled her as close as he could to his body feeling her leg go back around his hips again. He could feel Stephanie press her body into his and he loved it.

Stephanie felt Gary holding her and she pressed her body up against his. She kept on running her fingers through her hair, occasionally letting her hands move down his back. At the same time she grinded her pussy up against his pelvis getting really close to his dick. She knew if she wanted to that she could easily climb on top of him and place his dick in her pussy riding him. But she decided not to and just kept on pressing her body up against his.

Gary felt the heat of Stephanie’s pussy as he felt her rub it up against him. He wanted so badly to fuck her right now and he knew that it was time. He placed his lips back on hers kissing her again only this time with more passion and lust. He wanted her to know that he was ready to fuck her.

Stephanie felt Gary kissing her more passionately now. She wanted him to fuck her right now, to fill her steaming hot wet pussy with his hard dick and give it to her good. She kissed him back sharing the same passion then let her lips move off his and kissed/licked her way down his chest then back up. She then started kissing him again the passion inside her burning deep. She could feel her heart race as she held her body next to his and she knew this was meant to be.

Gary felt Stephanie’s lips as she kissed him more after just kissing then licking his chest. He loved the way her lips felt on his body and he could feel his cock throb with so much want that he could swear his dick would explode with cum everywhere if he didn’t fuck her soon. He kissed her back his hands gripping onto her body letting them roam everywhere.

Stephanie felt Gary gripping onto her body and she knew she couldn’t wait anymore. She had to have him fuck her right this minute. She looked at him to let him know.

Gary noticed how Stephanie was looking at her. He knew that look because he had seen it before. He knew she wanted him and that he has to make his move right now.

“Ready for my cock baby?” Gary asked.

“Mmm yes I am.” Stephanie said.

Gary smiled then brought his body over to hers climbing on top of her. He placed his cock in between her spread legs and then shoved his cock straight into her hot dripping wet pussy. He moaned at entry because she just felt so damn good and tight. He started thrusting his cock in and out of her letting his body lay down on top of hers.

Stephanie felt Gary’s cock now thrusting away in her tight pussy. She started crying out in ultimate pleasure and wrapped her legs around his waist holding him tight to her body. She had never felt as good as she felt right at that moment. It all just felt so right having his hard cock buried to the hilt in her pussy with him on top of her, their bodies joined as one. Having him here with her tonight just felt perfect and she never wanted it to end.

Gary felt Stephanie’s legs wrapped around his waist. He was so glad that she was holding him tight against her body. He loved how good her breasts felt pressed up against his chest. He started out fucking her slowly, letting his cock slide in and out of her. He knew she was enjoying it just as much as he was. She had the tightest wettest pussy he had ever felt and it made his cock feel wonderful each time he thrusted into her.

He wanted to feel her more and feel her pussy grip tighter around his dick so he started thrusting in her harder giving her pussy a really good pounding. He loved hearing her moans as he fucked her and loved how wet she felt. He knew that he would probably never find a pussy he would love to fuck so much besides hers and he was glad that were friends because that meant he could fuck her anytime he wanted.

He pressed his body down on hers more and drove his cock deeper into her pussy giving it to her so good that he knew she’d want more. He knew he wanted more of her too after this and that they would be fucking more than just tonight. He knew there was no way in hell he could just fuck her one time and he knew that she felt that way to.

Gary looked down at Stephanie as he fucked her. He loved how beautiful her face looked when she was in the total throws of pleasure. He started fucking her pussy harder, deeper, and faster now wanting to come inside her to fill her up. He could feel the urge of orgasm approaching and he knew he was really close. He could feel her pussy tighten up then release around his dick as he fucked her and he knew she was having multiple orgasms.

Stephanie let Gary’s dick thrust her into another world, a world where all that mattered was the pleasure that she was feeling. She felt her orgasms wash over her and she knew that he felt them too. She could tell from his thrusts that he was close and she could hardly wait to have him come in her. She wanted to come with him so she started grinding her pussy hard up against his dick.

Gary felt Stephanie’s pussy grinding hard up against his dick. He knew that it would make him come for sure because it just felt too good for him to hold back anymore. He thrusted as hard as he could into her pussy getting in at least three more thrusts. He then felt his come shoot out of his dick and straight into her pussy.

“Oh god baby, I’m coming!” Gary said.

Stephanie felt Gary coming inside her. At the same time, she came too and she cried out loudly as she could in pleasure because her orgasm was so extreme it took her breath away. She gripped onto his back tightly, like she was holding on for dear life, as they came together both of their bodies in complete ecstasy. She let her orgasm wash over her like a wave and felt his do the same.

Gary felt Stephanie coming with her and he loved it. He kept his body tight on hers holding his dick in her pussy while he finished coming. He loved being this close to her, skin-to-skin.

Gary and Stephanie finished coming together. They then held each other basking in the afterglow of their passion filled fucking. Both of them felt so good that it was like being in heaven. At that moment, nothing could touch them or make them feel bad. It was as if they were floating on a river of perfect.

Gary held Stephanie a little bit more. He then pulled out and got off her, rolling onto his back. He laid there feeling worn out from what just happened but at the same time very satisfied. He was glad that they got together tonight. He turned his head towards Stephanie.

“Hey I’m glad you came with me tonight.” Gary said.

Stephanie looked over at Gary and smiled. She was glad that she came with him tonight too. She was glad that they had just had some of the most incredible sex of her life.

“I’m glad I did too.” Stephanie said.

Gary smiled at Stephanie as he laid there relaxing getting his breath back. He knew that it was getting late and that they would have to leave soon to take her back home then go home himself. He knew he needed a shower so he got up off the bed.

“Hey I’m going to take a shower, okay.” Gary said.

“Okay.” Stephanie said.

Stephanie then sat up herself watching Gary head towards the shower. She knew she had to get dressed so she reached down and grabbed her clothes, putting them on. She could feel that her pussy was sore but very much satisfied. She felt so happy, almost giddy, like she was floating on a cloud of sexual perfection. Once she got dressed, she stood up and fixed her very disheveled hair. She then looked over at the clock realizing that they had been at it for three hours straight.

Gary quickly took his shower getting his entire body clean. He then stepped out, dried himself off, and threw the towel down to the floor. He then walked out of the bathroom and into the motel room seeing Stephanie standing there.

“Ah that shower felt great.” Gary said.

He went over and grabbed his clothes putting them on. He then grabbed his wallet, putting it in his pocket, and grabbed his car keys.

“Hey you ready?” Gary asked.

“Yes.” Stephanie said.

Stephanie went over and grabbed her wallet. She knew that she was hungry so she decided to ask him if he could stop and get her something to eat before he takes her home.

“Hey you wouldn’t mind getting me something to eat, would you?” Stephanie asked.

“No I don’t mind.” Gary said.

Stephanie smiled. She then headed towards the door with Gary.

Gary and Stephanie left the room going to his Jeep. They walked over to his Jeep. Stephanie waited while Gary unlocked her door. As soon as he did, she got in and he shut the door behind her. She then watched as he walked around, unlocked his door, and got in himself. They both buckled their seatbelts getting ready to, driving out of the parking lot and onto a side road.

He took her to a restaurant and got her something to eat. They then headed out of the restaurant parking lot and onto the main road. The whole way while he took her home they talked about various things especially about the next time that they were going to meet.

Stephanie found herself excited by the prospect of just being next to him. She was so glad that she was still alone with him and she loved every minute of it. She felt her heart jump and race by just looking at him.

Gary noticed Stephanie looking at him and he really enjoyed it. He was glad that he got to spend the night with her.

Gary drove Stephanie home reaching her road quickly. He drove down it reaching her house and pulling into the driveway. Once he got his Jeep into the driveway, he parked it and turned the engine off. He then got out of his Jeep and walked over to Stephanie’s side. Once he reached her side, he opened her door so she could get out.

Stephanie noticed that Gary had opened the door for her. She smiled and got out walking along her driveway waiting for him to join her.

Gary shut the door and walked up next to Stephanie. He then walked with her to her front door enjoying the smell of the cool night country air. He felt pretty tired now but he knew he’d be getting home soon. Once they reached the front door, he gave her a goodnight kiss then went on his way back to his Jeep. He got in and drove home.

Stephanie savored the kiss on her lips as she opened the front door and walked inside. She was smiling from ear to ear and she felt like dancing because she was so happy. She ate, went on her computer, then went to bed dreaming of Gary and his wonderful touch. She could hardly wait to be with him again. She knew she’d never be the same again, that tonight had changed her. She found herself glad of that and glad that he was part of her life…forever.

END

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Erotic Hot Stories – A Jaded Gift

“Ah! The Windy City, it never changes,” Mike said aloud as a cold blast hit him. In early November the chilly winds gust off Lake Michigan and all that one can do is turn a collar up against them. Mike would have liked to have had his Melton winter coat on such a day. There had been no room in the suitcase for that, and where he had just been there wouldn’t have been a need for it. Earlier that day he had landed at O’Hare from Shanghai, almost at the end of a lengthy trip at the behest of his employer. He did his best with the navy pinstriped suit coat that he wore.

Mike could have stayed at an inn out near the airport. He decided to treat himself. There were newer hotels than the Drake, to be sure, but none more elegant. Having taken the trouble, he wasn’t going to let a breeze from the lake stop him from roaming his favorite city. He thought that he would take a walk down Oak St., find a place to eat, perhaps some music and drinks after that. Of course, he couldn’t let himself forget that anniversary present. If there was any place to find one, Oak St. would be it.

“A man with a bonus, an anniversary coming up, strolling down Oak St.,” he mused to himself. “It’s a dangerous combination.” He was surprised at his facetious tone; maybe the plane ride had been more tiring than he thought. He thought that the shower in the hotel had refreshed him. At forty-two, he still felt young enough to howl every now and then.

Mike had been away from home for a long time. Weeks rolling into a month and more sharpen edges in a man in places that had been rounded and smooth. A kind of independence seeps into the subconscious, born of the need to do for oneself. Love and companionship slip temporarily into the background, to be saved for later. As the end of the absence approached, Mike needed to relax and allow tenderness to seep its way back to the front.

Mike wasn’t thinking about all this, he just wanted to enjoy himself in his favorite city. The trip had been tough on him and his family, but it was the final push that earned him the big bonus and promotion. He had already apportioned a large chunk of the money to the 401k, safe from the clutches of the tax man. There was still enough left to buy something nice.

“Dues paid—membership secure,” he told himself as he crossed Michigan Avenue.

On the opposite corner, and two store fronts down, he spotted a jewelry store. It looked expensive. They were all expensive in this part of town. He looked for a place to cross the street.

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Mike walked into the store and stopped in the doorway to survey the scene. Whatever might be found there, at least it was good to get out of the late autumn chill. The store wasn’t big, but its appointments were nicer than those in Mike’s living room. It was brightly lit. The middle of the floor was open, framed by glass cases. As the hour approached five, the store was empty of other customers. Mike could hear activity in the back, but no sales person rushed to approach him. He decided to just do some looking.

There were a lot of nice pieces in the cases. Of course, the price tags were turned over. Mike didn’t know jewelry, but it didn’t stop him from perusing the baubles under the glass countertops. He passed by the cocktail rings—not what he had in mind. There were some brooches that looked very elegant with fine detail, but he passed them by, as well—too old-looking for his wife. He said ‘no’ to the watches. There were some pendants and necklaces in an area. It looked like a place to start.

As he was peering through the glass, he became aware of a pair of eyes watching him. It was a woman, a sales associate, most likely, standing in the doorway to the back room. To Mike, it appeared as if she was sizing him up to see if her entry was worthwhile. When she saw that Mike had discovered her she emerged and slowly approached him.

“Can I help you, sir?” she called as she walked over.

“I’m just looking right now,” he answered, not looking up. “I’m looking for a present for my wife.”

“Very nice!” she answered in an uninterested voice. “Birthday?”

“No—anniversary, actually; fifteen years,” Mike volunteered. “I really don’t have anything in mind; just browsing,” he said.

“I have some work to do at the window display,” she said, excusing herself. “Call me if I can help you.”

“Alright, thanks,” Mike grumbled. He had no idea what he was doing or looking for in the posh store. In the corner of his eye, he saw the woman mount a step ladder to hang up some fabric to drape over the merchandise in the front window. Mike decided to watch her. Although it wouldn’t help him with his shopping chores, at least he could put his mind on something he knew more about.

As he watched the woman on the ladder, Mike wished that he had paid more attention to her when she was up close to him. He pegged her age at late thirties. She was of medium height. She wore her hair long. It parted in the middle and cascaded in waves to her shoulders where it sat like a mantle on a gold-toned satin blouse. She had on a leather skirt that hugged her form—her form looked good. The leather was dark brown, matching her hair. The skirt was long, mid-calf, and had a provocative slit on the right side that reached to mid-thigh. She was wearing black hose. As she moved about on the ladder the slit would open momentarily to expose her shapely legs. Below the hem of the skirt her legs gracefully ended in narrow feet fit into black heels. Mike couldn’t make out he facial features; she had turned away from him.

Mike craned his neck to get the best view of the toned limbs, black-clad camouflaged against the dark brown skirt. They cruelly peeked out, and then disappeared in the side slit of the skirt. Mike thought that she lacked that ‘housewife look’. She was just a little too shapely, too worldly to fill that role, he thought. In his business travels he met many such women. He could always tell at a glance which of them had half their mind on business and the other half on hearth and home. To him, this woman had the look of a divorcee.

“An independent woman of independent means,” he thought to himself as he admired her.

Mike took his time to partake of the visual feast to his satisfaction. She stretched out an arm to catch a corner of the non-cooperative fabric above her. As she did so, her blouse was pulled tightly against her, defining the outline of a perfect breast. She raised her right foot a step higher on the ladder; the slit caused the bottom half of the skirt to fall away. Mike got his first glimpse of her thigh, covered part way in the black hose. It was worth waiting for. The upper leg was a perfect match for the sculpted calf below it. At the midway point, the black hose abruptly ended. Smooth flesh shouted out at him. It screamed ‘Place your hand here and feel the firmness underneath the skin and the creamy softness on top!’ If he could do so, Mike thought, his practiced hand would switch on her senses, strip away her reserve, and make her hope for more. He could quench her thirst, and beyond, given the chance.

If the slit had been only a few inches longer, he could have seen the panties, too, if there were any. Isolated on the ladder in the front window, she was on display for the scores of passersby. Mike saw them all move on, no one noticing.

“A private show, just for me!” he thought, indulging a sudden, improvised fantasy.

He assumed that she was distracted by the stubborn drape in her hands, so he was careless in his surreptitious inspection.

“Would you like me to show you something, sir?” she called out loudly to him, but not in an angry way. It seemed to Mike that she wanted him to know that a man viewing her body didn’t fluster her.

Mike had been busy observing her display and hadn’t noticed her head swivel toward him. He assumed a momentary sheepish grin, embarrassed at having been caught in his over-tasting. The woman descended from the ladder and started walking behind the counter to where he was standing.

She didn’t walk like she was just moving from one place to another. There was purpose in her sway and swing of her hips, allowing the soft leather of the skirt to fully work with her contours. She thrust her knee forward through that teasing slit with each alternate step.

“She saw me ogling her and she liked it,” Mike congratulated himself. “Let’s see where this leads.”

Mike’s sheepish grin faded to a confident smile, to show her that he felt no shame at being discovered. He was, in fact, glad that she had seen him stealing the view. He wanted to see her face. He was less interested in how pretty, classic, exotic or erotic it looked than the answers to his questions. Was she confident and self assured; or would she turn away at eye contact, like a shy maiden? Was she worldly and sophisticated; or would her expression have that ‘housewife look’ that betrayed preoccupation with report cards, ironing shirts and getting dinner ready?

“Sinner or saint, she’s definitely a lady,” Mike thought, as he waited for his answers. He observed her dress and manner and judged it to belong to a woman who was aware of her allure. She would let a man peruse her package, perhaps reach out to try to pull the ribbon. Only those of her choosing, however, would be allowed to untie the bow to commence the unwrapping.

She would not offer herself cheaply, for any taker who might cast a lot for her favor. To earn her a man would prove deserving by besting—not only other men—and also her disdainful assumption of the mediocrity of all but a few. She challenged men to win her. For those few who won, she would reveal her secrets one at a time, drain a man of his own, and create new ones with him. Mike sized her up this way in the moments that it took her to approach him.

She stood facing him. Mike read her name tag: ‘Rita’. His gaze landed on her face, to see if reality matched fantasy. The almond eyes looked at him from the curled frame of her hair. They were dark, almost black, encircled by blacker eyelashes. They did not yet give away her thoughts. Her cheekbones rode high, with olive skin stretched tightly over them. She used make-up sparingly, except for her lips, which she painted crimson. Her final feature, the long, narrow nose, bent slightly near the bridge; it ensured that she had a look of interesting beauty without looking pretty. In another time and place she might have been the wife of a Roman Emperor; or better yet, the Emperor’s courtesan.

Her lips were full, especially her lower one. They were parted slightly. The perfume hit Mike by surprise. It encircled him like a vapor, erasing awareness of all except the temptress and his estimation of what might be smoldering in her. From between her parted lips, out snaked her tongue to wet them, passing slowly from corner to corner.

“Tell me about your wife,” she said. “Perhaps I can help you choose something for her.”

“Not much to tell,” Mike answered. “A typical housewife, I guess.”

“You don’t make that sound very exciting. Are you sure that you’re in the right store? There’s a nice, quaint little book store around the corner; perhaps a nice romance novel would suit her better,” she said, with a hint of disdain. “I could direct you to the Williams-Sonoma Store. Maybe she would like a saucepan … or a blender.”

She leaned forward as she said the final words. Her lower lip pouted out as she said saucepan; her tongue lingered on her teeth on blender. Her manner betrayed a passive contempt for the mundane realities of ‘housewifery’. Hair stood on the back of Mike’s neck as he detected his conversion from hunter to prey. He had to reassert his cool, show interest, but reserve. She challenged him to sharpen tools not used in a long time. He sensed that he would need them.

“Maybe that’s where I’ll end up,” he said. “I’ll see what you have here first.”

She placed a board, covered by a gray, felt cloth on the counter. She bent and reached into the glass case, emerging with a pearl choker.

“This might be nice. Four strands of cultured pearls. Gold clasps. A good value: six hundred dollars,” she said, testing him.

As he hesitated, she held it up to her own throat, and Mike enjoyed the contrast of the white pearls with her olive skin.

“It’s nice, but not exactly what I had in mind. She’d never wear it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry; I imagine she’s a little chubby around the neck; then this would never do.” She feigned a pout; Mike recognized the implied comparison.

She pulled out a pendant on a gold chain, but it wasn’t right.

“Where are you staying?” she asked, making small talk with him.

“At the Drake,” Mike replied. “How did you know that I was from out of town?”

“I can always tell. You’ve been on a long trip, haven’t you? You have that—lonely look.”

“Just in from six weeks in the Orient; mostly in China. I’ll be home tomorrow.”

She reached into the glass case and produced a pearl bracelet. She fastened it to her own wrist to model it.

“Four nice strands, a gold clasp with a safety closure. This is a good value.”

Mike took a look at the bracelet, but his eye stuck on the wedding band she wore. Disappointment and curiosity filled him at the same time.

“I don’t think so,” Mike said. “It’s nice, but just not the right thing.”

“You’re very difficult to please!” she chided, unclasping the bracelet. “What could I ever do to make you happy?”

“I didn’t mean to be difficult. You’re making me feel bad,” Mike countered. “I see that you’re married, too – I saw your ring. You know how hard it is to buy a gift for a spouse. What would you want him to buy you?”

“How would I have a chance to tell him? He’s gone away on business again, just like you, leaving me here all alone,” she pouted.

“I’m sorry, Rita, I didn’t mean to upset you. You’ve been very nice. Show me something else. Do you mind if I call you ‘Rita’? I saw it on your name tag.”

Rita’s eyes brightened and her tongue rewet her lips. She bent down into the case again. When she stood up, she held three strands of white pearls, which she placed on the grey-felt board.

“These are sure to do the trick,” she said. “All of the strands are AAA grade, 8 mm diameters. I’ll try them on to show you the different lengths. Here is the sixteen inch.”

She brought the shortest strand around her neck and reached around back to clasp it. Mike noticed that the top button of her blouse had become unfastened, opening the collared blouse to just above the point that Mike could see the top crest of her bra.. She must have done it when she had bent behind the counter.

The pearls dipped to her collarbone, which Mike strained to see past the undone button.

“Don’t say anything,” she said. “Let me put on the next strand to compare.”

Rita fastened the eighteen inch strand around her neck. As they hung, the final pearl dipped just under the topmost fabric of her gold blouse. Mike imagined that it must be barely diving into the cleavage that lay beneath the fabric. It reminded Mike of the outline displayed on the ladder. He was convinced that perfect breasts lay waiting.

She stood motionless, showing the pearls. Then, realizing the obstruction of the gold fabric of her blouse, she pushed it gently aside, just enough to show the final curve of the strand. The move bared more flesh, and Mike could see the black lacy top strands of her bra. The contrast in color with the blouse surprised him. It more matched her skirt and hose. He wondered if she had selected it for that purpose. Mike was aroused, but sensed that that the ritual of the last strand would be the best.

After a few seconds, she lowered her hands and the blouse fabric resumed its former place.

“Here is the longest strand. It’s twenty-four inches,” she announced. She fastened it behind her.

The latest string eclipsed the others and lay glowing against the gold satin midway between her collar and belt. She let him view it for a few seconds, and then delicately took hold of the end of the strand. With her other hand, she pulled the blouse away from her skin to make a space and promptly dropped the pearls into the opening. They disappeared behind the fabric, descending below, to play among her breasts.

Rita let Mike watch her hide the pearls, and let a few more seconds tick. She reached a hand up to the next button of her blouse. With two delicate fingers she slowly undid it.

“What do you think of these?” she gushed, leaning forward on her elbows onto the counter top.

The three strands of pearls dangled from her in concentric circles. The shorter two strands swung freely, the longest was lodged where Mike had pictured it, reposing in her cleavage. The blouse, unsecured, fell away. Mike looked through the frame to the bare skin, the black bra, the perfect breasts. The half globes were hanging like twin melons on a vine. They were olive-tan, framed in the black bra.

There could be no mistaking the display for other than the offer that it was. At first, Mike took little sips from the visual cup of nectar. Staring would have been too crude, but more importantly, he wanted to savor the taste. Gulping would have cut short the pleasure of discovery. If he could, he would have reached in to test the ripeness of the melons. His discerning eye would have to suffice. He burned them into his memory, and the unrevealed totality of them into his imagination. Just as Mike was only a few seconds from drinking his fill, she stood, buttoned her blouse and removed the strands of pearls, placing them on the grey felt.

The border between memory and imagination is often undefined, taking a form to please the user. In the same way, loneliness and desire blend together; shades of grey bridge black and white.

“Well, what do you think?” she asked. “Did you see anything that you want to take with you?” She let her eye contact remain a second longer, her raised eyebrows in query.

“They’re not exactly what I was looking for … the pearls, I meant,” Mike answered, flustered by his poor choice of words.

“Of course, what else could you have meant?” she lilted provocatively.

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“Maybe you have something else. Pearls just don’t seem to be doing it for me,” Mike said. “I would consider something a little more upscale.”

Rita’s eyes danced with pleasure and expectation. She paused for a moment, allowing Mike’s statement to fully resonate. In such a store as he was in, it had great meaning.

“I think,” she said with a coy smile, “that you have been away a long time, or you have been very bad, or maybe you have been very bad while you were away for a long time.”

“I have been away a long time,” he answered. “I haven’t been bad …but I’m not home yet.” Mike chuckled a little at the end.

“I have something in the back that you might like,” she purred. “Wait just a second.”

She slowly turned and made her way to the door of the back room. Her walk was a repeat of her earlier display. This time, Mike was treated to the view from the opposite side. The leather of the skirt allowed her to move comfortably while grinding her hips in a way that each flexing of the tight buttock cheeks was test and proof of Mike’s assumptions.

She promptly returned carrying an oblong box that she kept closed.

“We have been keeping this in the safe. It’s special—one of a kind. A man like you might appreciate it.”

Rita lifted the lid of the box. Laid out was a necklace composed of perfectly round green stones, mounted in a row on a gold chain. The stones were a deep green with darker green flecks, like the shamrocks of Ireland, and had a translucent quality.

“Imperial Jade, the finest. Each is perfectly round, one-half inch diameter. The chain is eighteen-carat, sixteen inches. It’s a beautiful piece, don’t you agree?” Rita was suddenly direct and all business. “It’s an investment.”

“It truly is,” Mike agreed. “How many stones?”

“At least a dozen. I’m not sure. We can count them,” she answered.

Mike was rubbing the stones in his fingers. They felt like greasy glass. He tried the clasp. The luster of the stones against the richness of the gold brought a pleasure to the skin and the eye.

There was no price tag. Mike asked what it was and she whispered it to him. Mike puffed out his cheeks and let the air out slowly as he digested the amount.

“Remember, you’re not home yet and this would cover a lot of being bad,” Rita reminded him. “Actually, there are fifteen pieces of jade on the necklace,” she said as she counted. “How about it?”

“Alright, sold!” Mike cried. “Wrap it up before I change mind.” He lowered his voice and looked at Rita, “This is really going to hurt, but you talked me into it.”

“Guilt is something I don’t do,” she said, in her sultry voice. “But if you feel like a bad boy, I might be able to give you a spanking. It’s part of the service.”

“Interesting!” exclaimed Mike. “Are there any other parts of the service that I don’t know about yet?”

“It depends on your needs,” answered Rita, with eyebrows raised.

“I’m going back to the hotel to have a drink,” declared Mike. “If you think of any services I might need, you’ll find me in the bar.”

After a few business details were concluded Mike was walking up Oak St., back to the Drake with his package tucked neatly in his jacket pocket.

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Mike sat alone at the end of the bar at the Drake nursing a Dry Manhattan. A likely crowd filtered in and out, not too many or too few. They were mostly hotel guests having a cocktail before venturing out to dine, or people waiting for their reservation in the dining room. In the corner of the lounge a piano painted a backdrop of standards.

He was thinking about the jade necklace planted safely in his jacket pocket, and the encounter with the siren disguised as saleswoman at the jewelry store. His offer to join him at the bar had been plain enough. Perhaps the scene had been staged, to inflame him to abandon caution and facilitate the sale. He decided to wait at the end of the bar for the time required to drink a cocktail, or maybe two. Even if he had been led to the purchase by Rita’s charms, he was happy with the necklace, and the exchange had enlivened him.

He was close to finishing the drink. He thought that he would deposit the necklace into the hotel safe and then head out for some dinner. He decided that another round wouldn’t hurt, so he signaled the barman. He was watching the lemon peel float in the amber liquid of his fresh drink when he heard a familiar voice next to him.

“A penny for your thoughts,” came the sultry voice.

He looked up and found Rita, already removing her overcoat and mounting the raised bar chair next to Mike.

“Hello, Rita! You surprised me. I admit that I had given up on seeing you,” Mike greeted her in a subdued voice, now that he was in public with people milling about.

Rita had no such reticence. She turned her stool to face him, sitting with her legs crossed.

“Were you trying to get away from me?” she challenged him.

“No,” Mike countered. “It’s a pleasant surprise.”

“I had to get the store closed,” she declared. “…Whiskey Sour, please…” she turned to address the barman as he approached her. “I would never give up an invitation for cocktails at the Drake,” she said. “I don’t get to come here very often.”

“After your commission on that jade necklace, you should be the one buying drinks,” Mike joked.

“Maybe I’ll buy the next one,” she replied. “…if there is a next one; I don’t want to drive home if I’ve had too much to drink.”

“Do you have to drive tonight?” Mike was surprised, and disappointed.

“I haven’t decided yet,” Rita returned to her seductive tone and raised her eyebrows. Then she fell silent and gazed at him for several seconds without turning away or casting her eyes down.

With the raised eyebrows, Mike knew that Rita had deftly passed the burden of initiative to him. It is the way it should be in these matters, when the time arrives for the deal to be closed. Still, in a way, he was sorry because he enjoyed the aggressive style of this sexy woman. He rose to the challenge to continue the action.

“I see that you managed to get those two buttons fastened again,” he said.

Rita responded with a low, throaty laugh, filled with a confession of naughtiness and pleasure at the same time.

“Just part of the service,” she answered, and the two laughed at the joke and the double meaning. “This is a blouse that has buttons that are easy to manage. I can unbutton a few, and button them back up just like that,” she said as she snapped her fingers.

She leaned forward, eyes looking straight into his. She had uncrossed her legs and flipped the slit half of her leather skirt to show her leg to him. She slid closer, into his space, and reached her legs out to rest her feet on the rungs of Mike’s barstool, so that her legs were spread outside of his. Rita flexed her knees slightly so that her calves would rub against Mike’s. He held still, enjoying the sensation. Her lips were almost touching his; they were so tantalizingly close. She whispered so that Mike could feel her breath on his face, “…and I can unbutton them all over again—if I want to.”

Mike felt his heart racing. He let his eyes slip down to the uncovered thigh that imprisoned his own. Then, he looked back up to her. It was the moment of decision. He was confident and excited by this sexy and sexual seductress.

“What do you feel like doing now?” he asked, seeking to bring closure to the dance of seduction.

“I think that I would like another drink,” she answered coyly, but accepted the closing of the deal.

Mike raised his arm to call the barman, but she stopped him gently by placing her arm on top of his.

“I think that I’d like it … from room service.”

Mike signed the bar tab and the two of them headed for the elevators.

“Would you like me to order dinner-for-two up to the room?” Mike offered.

“Breakfast might be better, I’m hungry for something else right now.”

*******************

Part 2

Mike slid his card into the door lock and the green light flashed. Rita entered the hotel room first; Mike right behind her. She was carrying her overcoat and tossed it aside. Rita promptly spun around, landing in Mike’s arms. She threw her arms around his neck and he held her around the waist.

He lowered his head to kiss her. Rita parted her lips to receive him and she rubbed her body against him. Two tongues met and danced together. Rita pressed into Mike closer, searching for his erection. It was starting to grow. In his mind’s eye, Mike saw her every movement as he felt it: her breasts crushing into his torso, her fingers playing in the hair on the back of his head, her crotch through the leather skirt perched on his thigh running up an down it, her belly pressing in against his manhood.
They held the kiss for about a minute. Mike tasted the remnants of her earlier cocktail, and a hint of peppermint. He pictured her tongue, flicking in rapid-fire over his own, his lips and every corner of his mouth that it could reach. As the pace of her probing quickened, so did her breathing and the pressure of her juncture against his thigh.

Finally, her energy temporarily spent, she broke the kiss, but kept her hold around his neck.

“Hmmm!” she moaned approvingly, as their lips slowly broke apart.

“You’re an exciting woman, Rita,” Mike told her, but it appeared to him that she already knew it.

“That was just a warm-up,” she answered, accepting the compliment and declaring her high standards at the same time.

“I think that I want my drink now,” she cooed. When she saw Mike’s consternation at the unexpected delay, she added, “We’ve got all night; let’s not get done too early.”

While Mike ordered the drinks on the phone, Rita shed her high heeled pumps.

“I hope that you don’t mind my taking these off,” she said. “I’ve been on my feet all day.”

Mike smirked and shook his head. Her surrender of the shoes was a tiny start and made him think of the complete disrobing waiting for later. He wondered how it would all take place. It struck him that he should press the action, but Rita seemed to have a script written that worked so well at every turn.

“I think that I’ll just freshen up while we wait for our drinks to arrive,” she announced. It gave Mike an idea.

“Wait a second before you do that,” he said. “I want to show you something.”

Rita watched as Mike produced a rectangular, gift-wrapped box, about eight inches square and an inch-and-a-half deep.

“This is something that I picked up for my wife in China, before I knew about the jade necklace. If we take the paper off carefully, we can tape it back up later and she’ll never know.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that; I wonder if that would be right,” Rita stated. “What’s in it, anyway?”

“Well, take a look and find out,” Mike countered. “I just want to know what your think of it.”

Rita carefully lifted the tape and slid the box out of the sheath of paper. She lifted the lid and parted the tissue paper covering the object in the box. It was a garment. She grasped it gently by the shoulders and held it up high.’

“Ohhh! She’s going to like this, Mike,” she exclaimed.

It was a negligee, of a rich green jade color. On the front were finely painted outlines of orchids in magenta, pale yellow and black.

“It feels like silk. Is it?” Rita asked.

“Sure is!” Mike attested. “Hand painted.”

“Very nice!” Rita purred as she stroked her hand over the rich fabric.

“When you go in to freshen up, why don’t you try it on?” Mike offered.

“Oh, I couldn’t do that … I just couldn’t!” Rita protested.

“Go ahead, try it! I just want to see what you look like in it. You won’t hurt it,” Mike insisted.

“Aren’t you afraid that it will get … wrinkled … and who knows what else?” pleaded Rita.

“You may not have it on that long. Go ahead! I really want you to.”

“You’re going to need that spanking later,” she warned him in a sultry, laughing voice that signified her partnership in the evil act.

Rita disappeared with the negligee into the bathroom. Mike took the time to shed his clothes. From his suitcase he brought out a pair of cotton pajama bottoms. He skipped the tops. He was tenting the fabric, but pretenses seemed out of place in the situation. He dimmed the light to about half. Just then, there was a knock at the door. It was room service bringing the drinks. Mike set them on the coffee table. Finally, he turned on some mood music in the piped in system provided by the hotel, turned down the covers on the double bed, and took a seat in the easy chair near the bed.

Mike reviewed his situation. He was in a plush room in a luxury hotel in his favorite city. A beautiful woman was in the bathroom changing into a sexy negligee. The lights were dimmed and fresh cocktails were waiting. He should have felt nervous or guilty. Perhaps he should have been apprehensive that he could satisfy this obviously experienced, sexual woman. He felt none of it. It was a way to refresh his senses after his long journey. The pressure and isolation had tested him time and again. It had been six weeks without close human contact or pleasure. It was a way to balance the equation. He was needful; he felt deserving.

Rita emerged from the bathroom and into the half-lit bedroom. Behind her, the glowing light from the bathroom created a glow that allowed Mike to appreciate her, at long last. Rita quickly made a ballet pirouette to display the negligee.

“Not so fast!” Mike protested. “Let me see the whole package. Turn again more slowly.”

The nightie was perfect for Rita. It had a full length to her ankles. There were slits about halfway up each thigh. It hung from her shoulders from thin straps. The bodice collapsed in a deep ‘vee’. Rita’s breasts were encased in its thin material that held them high and accented their feminine form. Her hardened nipples pressed against the fabric, giving Mike the urge to suck them later.

Rita obeyed Mike’s request and slowly rotated in place. The show was a command performance. The gown tapered at the waist, allowing Rita’s features to press against it. The points of her hipbones pressed out in definition; the fabric clung to her skin, recessing to show a faint outline of her vulva, and even a slight indentation at her navel. As she turned, the firm cheeks of her buttocks were highlighted in silhouette, and then, face-on as she turned more. The silk settled just slightly between them into her crevice, reminding Mike how inviting they were. Rita completed the turn, arms outstretched, and stood still for Mike to inspect her. She showed no shyness or embarrassment in displaying herself.

“How do you like the negligee?” she whispered. She must have known the answer in advance.

“I like the whole package. Rita, you look stunning in it,” Mike said, still seated.

“You already told me that I’m exciting; now stunning,” she reminded him in her husky teasing whisper. “Which shall it be?”

“You are exciting.” Mike insisted. “And you have a lot to back it up.”

Rita picked up her cocktail and alit on the bed near the chair that Mike was sitting in. She picked her feet off the floor, bending her knees and feet under her. As she sipped her drink, she made no effort to hide her form or turn away. The sight of her in the jade gown was a feast, better than nudity. The clinging silk defined her features, disguised nothing; it only enhanced what lay underneath. Her tight, compact body kept all the promises made in her provocative displays. It made a man want to savor and taste, little nibbles and licks at first, then bigger and bigger gulps. Mike liked Rita. Her ardor drew him into her, made him want to talk to her and know her. She understood his wants and had her own similar desires; he felt comfortable being with her.

“I didn’t want to put the negligee on at first,” she breathed with her eyes half-closed. “Now, I’m glad that you made me do it. The silk feels so good on my skin. It’s caressing me. When I move, it teases me and makes me want to be teased again. My breasts feel like gentle hands are cupping them. It is the most sensuous thing that I have ever worn. I could make love to myself just by wearing it and letting the silk touch me in all the right places.”

She drank a little more, tossing her head back to make the whiskey flow down her throat. Mike watched her close her eyes, inviting pleasure to descend on her.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to take it off,” she continued. Then opening her eyes wide and sparklingt at Mike, she teased, “…but I think that soon I’ll have to.”

At that, Mike stood. His erection was in full bloom and straining against the cotton of his pajamas. He produced the long narrow box with the jade necklace and opened it.

“Let’s complete the picture,” he commanded. “Women loan each other jewelry all the time.”

“I know that I shouldn’t,” Rita breathed, “but I have no resistance left. I am so hot!”

Mike stepped to her. Rita didn’t move as Mike clasped it in back of her neck. The green jade globes framed Rita’s delicate collarbone. The gold of the chain shone on her smooth olive skin.

Rita sat still, except her fingers caressing the stones. Her eyes closed again; exhaled loudly, then started breathing deeper and faster. After a few seconds she stood and embraced Mike as she had before. Mike looked at her, eyes half closed, lips parted, panting ever faster. He held the sides of her face gently in his own two hands. He thrust his tongue between her full lips, wanting to taste her. She waited for him to explore her, and then thrust her tongue back at him. He slowly and lightly licked the surface of her lips and she moaned at the pleasure of it.

Mike released her and moved back one step. With his thumbs and forefingers he gently took hold of the thin straps holding up each side of the negligee, as Rita stood motionless. He lifted the straps slightly, and then pulled them to the sides. He released the straps and allowed them to fall down the sides of Rita’s arms. Rita’s eyes widened; her lips parted. The thin garment did not fall, but was held in place by its contact with the wearer.

Mike took hold of the straps again. Rita raised her arms slightly to help. Mike tugged down gently, and then released the straps. The nightgown fell down the length of Rita’s body, pooling at her feet. Rita let out a little gasp as Mike’s eyes drank in the sight. Finally, she was nude.

There were her breasts that had, short minutes ago, been cradled lovingly in the silk negligee. They were ample and round, topped by hard nipples of chocolate brown, encircled by brown pigment. Below lay her slender waist, once caressed by the silk, centered by her tiny navel, skin in smooth olive. Still lower lay the soft patch of dark brown hair, moisture betraying her below. Her legs, which had been impressive and alluring behind the black hose, were even more so in the flesh.

Rita allowed Mike to gaze until he had a chance to see it all. She reached out a hand and tugged the drawstring on Mike’s pajamas. She deftly pulled the waistband out over his erection, then released the garment and let it tumble to the floor.

Rita reached out again and took Mikes rigid penis in the palm of her hand. She gently wrapped her fingers around it. Mike groaned with the warmth and pleasure of her touch. She stretched out her other hand to cup his scrotum. Mike groaned again. He reached his hands out, each capturing a breast, and it was Rita’s turn to moan her approval. Mike rubbed his thumbs over the nipples. She moaned again. They came closer together to kiss, which they did with passion that communicated desire.

Mike released his hands from Rita’s breasts. He took her hand gently in his and led her to the bed. Rita climbed on and settled in the middle of it. In a moment he was alongside her. They renewed their embrace, their hands probing and touching everywhere. Mike clasped a breast and dipped his head to suck in the nipple. Rita gasped, and pressed his head into her to increase the contact. Mike kept sucking; he took her bottom in his hands to pull her center into him. Rita rubbed her vulva against him. In the next minutes they continued that way, exciting each other.

Rita pushed Mike to his back, and then straddled him.

Mike wondered what her next move might be as she gazed down at him. Slowly, a wry smile appeared on her face. She slid down his body, lower, until she faced his erection. She licked the crown a few times, and then swallowed it. When she had it firmly implanted in her mouth, she began rotating her head on a plane, so that the penis inside her mouth was moving around like a gearshift in a sports car. Mike felt her breasts crushed against his upper thighs. Rita wrapped her arms around him. He flexed his pelvis to push himself in further. Rita started humming as she swirled him around every corner of her mouth. The vibrations created a pleasure for Mike that was nearly unbearable.

Mike reached down and took hold of Rita’s arm, tugging it upward. She kept him in her mouth and pivoted around so that her sex was presented to him. Mike parted her lips and stroked them with his tongue. They tasted salty and the smell was musky. He could see the moisture dripping from her vagina. The bulb of Rita’s clitoris peeked out from its hood. Mike danced his tongue lightly over it. Rita reacted with vigor to the pleasure. She moved her hips about to deepen the contact. Mike kept it up. Rita pressed her head down harder and Mike felt the crown of his penis pop into Rita’s throat. She started a gulping motion. The sensation was indescribable. Mike did his best to absorb the pleasure and keep up the tonguing on Rita’s clitoris at the same time. Finally, he could not do both. He felt his semen boiling and let it come to the surface. The torrent burst forth, which Rita swallowed. Mike was powerless to do anything, except to allow the pleasure to engulf him

Mike laid gasping in recovery and contemplating his release of moments ago. Rita continued to hold his deflating member in her mouth, gently squeezing out the last drops of his flood with her tongue.

Mike returned to his earlier task. He reinserted his tongue into Rita and swirled it around until he found her swollen clitoris. He rubbed it with his moistened tongue. Rita was freed to concentrate on her own pleasures. Mike reached his hands up and spread her cheeks. He felt her excitement deepen. With his fingers, he stroked the insides of them, then ran his thumb down and caressed her anal ring. Rita spun out of control. With the new sensation, and Mike’s tongue at her bulb, she soon climaxed mightily, heaving a loud sigh as she tensed and relaxed each muscle. She collapsed as she lay upon him, his flaccid organ still encased in her mouth and her wet sex on Mike’s face. It was her turn to gasp as she slowly descended from her high.

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In the afterglow Rita lay on her side, her head on Mike’s shoulder, her top leg outstretched over his two. Mike could feel the hardness of the necklace in contrast to the soft skin of her breasts resting against him. Her fingers played lazily in the hair of his chest. Mike’s arm encased her and he stroked her bare shoulder with his hand. With the other he caressed her forehead.

“Rita, you are incredible.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” she returned the compliment. “I can see that you’ve been without for a long time … from the volume.” She laughed as she said it, not in girlish high tones, but a womanly alto voice that reminded him of her sultriness.

She straddled him anew and kissed him, thrusting her tongue against his. Mike tasted the remnants of himself on her lips and tongue, as he supposed that she tasted herself at the same time. She bounded off of him and the bed, retrieving their half-consumed cocktails.

Rita set the two drinks on the night stand and then jumped back atop him. She handed him the Manhattan, and took her own Whiskey Sour in hand. She ground her wet labia on Mike’s still soft member, entrapping it within the folds, and put the drink to her lips.

“Do you feel like sleeping?” she teased. “You look so comfortable down there. I know that some men just like to have a nice long nap afterward.” She raised up and stretched her shoulders and arms such that Mike could see the perfect roundness of her breasts and pointed hardness of her nipples playing below the balls of green jade and gold chain. She tossed down the rest of her drink and set the empty on the nightstand. She shifted backwards and forwards slightly, and Mike felt his softened manhood resting with pleasure in the warmth of her labia.

“You didn’t wear me out, although you tried to,” he teased back. “I don’t really need a nap right now.” Mike took a good swallow of the whiskey.

“Good!” she exclaimed, and took the cocktail glass from him and set it alongside her own, making sure that the movement did not allow him to slip out of the soft grip of her nether lips. “So,” she continued, “you like to do it with the lights on!”

“I do if I get to look at you.”

“Not very romantic,” she suggested.

“Is this romance?”

Rita said nothing, but pursed out her lower lip and nodded in a ‘good point’ expression.

“If the lights weren’t on,” she said, in a playful, facetious tone, “I wouldn’t see this wet, sticky mess all over your face. Did I really do that to you? I’ll have to clean you up!”

Rita’s tongue snaked out from her lips and she stiffened it to form a wet point. She bent lower and licked at Mike’s face, painting his mouth and lips, his cheekbones and throat as she cleaned her essence off him.

The sensual bath revived Mike’s hardness. He brought his hands to her legs and stroked the soft flesh of her inner thighs. As she leaned over him, he felt the jade balls of the necklace that he bought for his wife dangling from Rita’s neck onto his chest.

“Mmm, I can feel you getting harder,” Rita purred.

She started moving herself up and down his body, keeping Mike’s penis encased between her labia. Mike heard her moans and it made him harden more. Her breasts traversed his chest, with the jade balls harbingers of her hard nipples. It was an atmosphere that would intoxicate any man: the wet envelope of her labia, her crescendoing moans of pleasure in his ears, her breasts rolling over his chest like the waves of an ocean tide.

Mike held Rita by the waist and lifted her slightly. Rita sunk down on him, impaling herself to the hilt all at once. She placed her palms on Mike’s shoulders for support and commenced an up-and-down motion, riding him. Mike responded in kind, thrusting himself up at her to meet her at the nadir of her flight.

Rita turned her head toward the ceiling; her mouth open, not speaking. She only issued a quiet grunt of pleasure upon each full impalement. Mike grasped both her breasts, at first. He roughly grabbed her nipples. Rita’s exhaled moans grew louder. Mike moved his hands to her hips to force her down on him harder. Rita kept riding him, and squeezed him in her tunnel.

Rita swept her gaze off the ceiling and looked down at Mike. Her eyes were opened wide and she was breathing hard. Her expression told Mike to expect something special. She squeezed his penis tighter with the muscles inside her, and accentuated her up-and down stroking. It became less rhythmic-more urgent and with greater force. Mike sensed that she would be coming soon.

He felt that her onrushing climax was his own work of art—at least in part. He was determined to hold off his own ejaculation, lest he cut hers short of reaching its potential. Rita continued impaling herself on Mike as he thrust to meet her. Her motions became slower, but more forceful and pronounced, and she began to scrape her vulva on him at each down stroke. On her final two she shuddered, exhaling loudly, and then collapsed on top of him, gasping for breath. Mike grabbed the cheeks of her buttocks and thrust upward as hard as he could, to reach further inside her. After a half-dozen reaches into her limp body, he climaxed in his turn, with great pleasure and force.

They lay together, her on top of him, for some minutes, drained of energy. Mike, though now softened, remained cradled inside her. He stroked her shoulders and back, down to her cheeks. He did not do so to pleasure or arouse her, but to be reminded of all the features of this exquisite, tantalizing woman; of how he had won her, bedded her, and how they had satisfied each other.

After a while, Rita dismounted him, reached over to the control panel alongside the bed and turned out the lights. She pulled the covers over them and assumed her position lying on her side beside him, her head on his shoulder. Mike pulled her to him and she draped an arm across his chest.

That was wonderful!” she whispered. “It was the strongest climax that I’ve ever had.”

Mike said nothing, just stroked her forehead as they relaxed together. In a short time, they were asleep.

*************

In the morning Mike woke to the sound of water running in the shower. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand: six-thirty. He thought of joining Rita there, but decided to relax in the big bed and think about what had taken place the night before. It was hard to find anything to complain about, and he guessed Rita would say the same, when he asked her.

In a short time Rita emerged from the bathroom. She was nude, except for the towel wrapped around her head and the jade necklace posed above her breasts. Mike had almost forgotten what a great body she had, and that she was just old enough to know how to use it.

“Sometimes a man just gets lucky,” he said to himself.

“Good morning!” she called to him.

“Good morning, yourself,” he replied. “I’m just going to freshen up. I won’t be long.”

When Mike came out of the bathroom he saw her sitting in the bed waiting for him. The sheet was pulled up to her waist. She displayed her nude top half to him. Mike heard the coffee pot gurgling off to the side.

“You were a sleepy one last night,” she teased.

“Jet lag!” he joked. “What’s your excuse?”

“Well,” she said slowly, a smile emerging across her face, “I was flying high, too; just in a different way.”

“We have a lot of time before breakfast,” he told her.

Rita said nothing, just purred in approval as he stood alongside the bed.

She cast the sheet off her legs and feet, and the towel from her head. She slid down to a lying position with her arms outstretched.

“Do you have any energy left for me?” she asked.

Mike said nothing but climbed onto the bed, finding a niche between her spread legs. They leisurely kissed. Their lips parted a minute later.

“Did you know that the first Playboy Club in history was in a building just a few blocks from here?” Mike asked her.

“Every man needs a playmate sometimes,” she said softly. “Would you like me to be your playmate?’

“You certainly qualify; you’ve got the talent for it,” he told her. “Maybe I would like you to be, from time to time.”

“I can, if you promise to please me,” she answered, with a Mona Lisa smile.

Rita drew her knees up and Mike was hard. He felt her wetness and he eased himself into her. They held still, savoring the coupling.

“The necklace was a nice surprise when it arrived last week,” she said. “The leather skirt set you back a few hundred … and Larry from the jewelry store says you owe him tickets to the Bulls.”

“Did I tell you that I missed you?” he asked.

She said nothing; her eyes were glistening.

“…and I missed the kids,” he added. “Did your mother mind watching them? What did she think our little game?”

Mike’s sharp edges were once again round and smooth.

Rita wrapped her legs around Mike’s legs, and pushed up gently at him.

“Welcome home, my husband,” she whispered, “it’s good to have you back.”

END

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Erotic Hot Stories – 4-4-1 Guys at a Bar Pt. 02

I abhorred to leave the party so early after such a successful venture, but one look at me tre amici, and I thought of their wallets, and of the pictures within. With the taste of pussy still on my cock, I couldn’t help but think of Becky’s picture in my wallet with something written on the back to the tune of “Thanks, Derrick, that was the best night of my life,” with an imprint of her lips in the midnight purple lipstick she wore.

So off we went, she and I, off to the trolley that would convey us most of the way home once we walked to it, to be followed by another walk lasting a few blocks. She was tipsy, quite tipsy. I could have tried to ignore the smell coming off her, but with my hand on the small of her back guiding her steps, it was hard to avoid the reek of expensive beer and sex.

It should’ve bothered me that she was sexually active, but I didn’t let it; that was one of my angles of being “the good brother”. She didn’t concern me terribly through my life since she would be there with me, but I always liked her, and now I liked liked her. She felt free to tell me any dirty secrets she might have, but she rarely did.

She was babbling nonsense now and then to tell me she was on the verge of being drunk, but not enough to be serious trouble for “the old people in the house”. We snuck in through the side door, and I got her upstairs, and into her bed. I had to stop short of pulling her outer layer of clothes off, but she pulled me close for an appreciative (if chemically aided) kiss, which landed dangerously near my lips.

I got back to my own room next door as quickly as I could, but my heart was pounding out of my chest. I threw off my clothes and threw myself into my bed to deal with the raging erection that had been threatening to expose me to my sister on our walk.

Once my fingers were wrapped around my package, everything was gravy. The cute little girl tasting herself on my finger, then each of my friends’ sisters, and finally Becky, showing even pretend affection for me. I had only gotten off once that night, which made the party a technical failure; post-party fapping was something of a shame, but I couldn’t get my hand off myself.

Faster and faster I stroked, trying to cure myself of this disease brought on by infected women. Call it cooties; it’s all pretty much the same. It was hard to respect them, dressing like they do and then flirting with everyone in sight all night, but it was hard to tell your swollen cock that. All it wanted was for you to feed it as many of them as possible.

And right then, it wanted me to feed it my sister. She was just lying there in bed, hardly able to move from exertion and drink. She had even kissed me, if only just. With just that one sign that she even possibly wanted me, I squirted out far too much messy goodness to be allowed, and finally I could sleep. Sleep, and an early morning for stupid school.

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Ahh… delicious beer after a boring day at school. And the night before, I got my rocks off pretty good with a chick who was dynamite in the sack, and she never got my number. Life be good. It sucks a little that she got my name, but she was good enough for a second try, if I gave second tries.

“So?”

“So what, motherfucker?”

“Don’t give me that innocent look, dickwad, did you score?”

Ah, boys. They can be cute at times. It was almost a certainty that Bill didn’t get any at the party, the way he was bugging me. Sam, Sam doesn’t give a shit. He pretty much gets his whenever he wants it. As the story goes, his father taught him how. I’ve been considering taking lessons as soon as I got the cash together.

But Sam, he didn’t care whether we got ours. He got his, and he’d just smile down at us, who merely might have gotten laid. Dree almost never got his, and I was about as hopeful as Bill.

“What, that blond? It was alright,” I said coolly. No point in sounding too pleased with myself.

“Psh; everyone knows you fucked her,” Bill laughed. “I mean your sister.”

“Oh, yeah. I actually caught her upstairs with some idiot, but they ran out. I donno what she got up to after that.”

“Yeah, but you left with her, and she was pretty sauced.”

“She still had plenty of time, though I don’t think anyone followed her into her bed, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Bill’s face fell to the table and Sam had a good chuckle.

“What’re you looking so voluminous about?” Dree snapped at Sam.

Ooh, brave man. Sam wasn’t exactly prideful, but he didn’t exactly take much shit. Not much at all.

So I was surprised when he clammed up. Turned a few shades of red, too. Now Dree was Sam’s cousin of sorts, so he had mocking rights from getting all the dirty secrets from the family, and he was the one out of us who wasn’t scared to take a little stab to wound Sam’s pride. Sure, we’d make jokes that would threaten a man’s sexuality, but not his manliness. That was for the girls. If that wasn’t enough, Dree was like four years older than the rest of us. Not that that mattered; four years is huge when you’re in high school (try dating a fourteen-year-old when you’re eighteen. Shit doesn’t work), but it’s next to nothing when you’re twenty, twenty-one and in college. Becky, she brought home a thirty-five-year-old like eight minutes after she turned eighteen.

“I take it I missed something,” I said with giddy interest. Sam didn’t take much heat, and Dree didn’t speak up too often. Something was amiss, and I make it my vow to discover what.

“Miracle Man here, guess who he ran into.”

Having seen him take four times as much tail upstairs than anyone else that night, I wasn’t sure if it mattered who Sam had or hadn’t seen. Not even Sultry Sally would spend two seconds on him. Unless…

“No,” I stammered with growing amusement and a growing grin.

Sam raised a threatening eyebrow when I glanced at him, but my ears were all for the other two gentlemen at the table.

“Bill? Do this be true?”

“She shows up shaking in her heels,” Bill said, joining in on the fun, “spots him chilling with us, and comes charging over.”

Tiffany may be the most adorable little girl you’ve ever seen, but even cute numbers like her can have wicked streaks.

“Right up to the old poker game, eh?”

“Kweh,” Dree affirmed. “Started chewing him out, right then and there. I thought I was gonna lose my beer.”

“But you managed to keep it down; we even got another pint into you before the night was through,” Bill added helpfully, “though you lost that hand, if I recall.”

“So Tiffany,” Dree continued, “she’s all on about broken trust, how his nasty friends…”

“That’d be us, if you weren’t paying attention,” Bill added again.

“…Would go spilling to their little girlfriends, and all of a sudden everyone would know.”

“Didn’t stop her from yelling at him about it smack in the middle of a party, did it?”

“I wonder if anyone told her boyfriend.”

“Was he even there with her?”

“You know him; high school extra curricula and all that.”

“Uh huh. ‘extra’ curricula.”

“No, seriously. The guy’s a book-dwerb.”

“Poor guy. If only he knew.”

Sampson chose that moment to grunt a warning at anyone thinking about making implications about his sister.

“Sam, bro,” I said, still with humor written across my face, “you know that in my heart I think Tiff is a great girl, not slutty at all.” Calling a man’s sister a slut was just uncalled for. “And out of respect for you, I keep her hand out of my pants, but just so we’re clear, I don’t think she’s that much of a challenge.”

“Yeah, man,” Bill continued, ever-helpful, “without Sally on your list, I don’t think you’d qualify as having gone the distance.”

“She was there, too,” Dree interjected.

“Seriously? How’d that go down?” Now it was getting good, and I was started to get frazzled at my sister for pulling me out of what was turning out to be a pretty interesting pool party. After all, while Tiffany furious with her brother for leaking about their private endeavors was rather interesting, she wasn’t all that complicated. Never someone you could take seriously. Salamandy, on the other hand, had a brain; she just happened to love sex, wheres with Tiffany it was more accidental. What made it fun was that Salamandy doesn’t really like Sampson and she hates Tiffany.

“And the twins there as well, if I recall,” Bill mentioned.

“Dang, full house. Drivved, my man, you were saying?”

“Ah, yes,” Dree began, taking on airs of significance with the aid of the atmosphere and his frothy brew, “twas the fortnight of…”

“Ah, can it,” Sam blurted out, making the rest of us sputter with ill-concealed mirth. “Who was off with your sister, now that we’re on the subject?”

“Me?” I answered innocently, “I already mentioned, didn’t I?” True, it was nothing for me to cheer about, but I was good enough to play it off without taking too much flack away from the wounded Sampson.

The drinking done and the day with it, we cheered ourselves and each other one last time before retiring that Saturday to prepare for… you guessed it, another boring day of school. For me, at least. I haven’t got a fucking clue what the rest of them do Sunday morning.

******

Fuuuck, my neck gets tired awful fast. I honestly enjoy college classes after surviving the nightmare that was high school, but it seems I cannot escape my fate of continuing to warm an uncomfortable school desk for three hours at a time in pursuit of an education I had yet to discover a use for. My pain was somewhat eased by the constant presence of the crunchable college girls that were taking trig with me. I never get tired of looking at something I don’t want, and catching a glimpse down someone’s obnoxiously open shirt always brightens my day.

Sunday. Sunday was not the best of days in Rotterdale. Fridays and Saturdays, those were bumping. Sunday was a day of rest. We weren’t overly religious; we have a temple and a cathedral and a church. Still, it’s… what’s the word? “Grownups’ Day”. They finish with church or whatever and peruse through town rather than work. They even spend time with their kids. Not a good day for hunting scratch, not good at all. With my parents off work as well, it’s just time for me to spend in school since there’s nothing else worth doing.

And now class is over for the day. Six in the evening, and Rotterdale is back in the twenty-forties, when my parents were my age. Can’t even go to Julie’s since it’s cramped full of old people like everywhere else.

Ergo, Bill’s house.

“Hit me.”

Dree got a sock on the arm from Sam.

“Bitch.”

“Slut.”

Somehow Dree still got his card, and he pwned all our faces with his straight.

“I hate me some Sunday, man,” Bill complained. He was a pretty good host. His parents were chill when they were around and we got to sample the liquor cabinet. None of us minded seeing Sadie around, except she got used to the three of us crashing Sunday evenings and tended to be somewhere else so she didn’t have to hide in her room all day.

“Want to catch a game?”

Being that Rotterdale makes both bread and butter off its huge stadium and arena, there was almost always some kind of event or another on any given day. The first Sunday of every month featured boxing, though the scene was never as hot since the great Rocky Stetzen retired, well before any of us were born.

“Hardly.” Bill poured himself another few drops of Drambuie and scoffed at his incoming hand, “I’m never fucking getting laid.”

“More for Drivved the great,” Dree beamed. Sure enough, a few tossed cards later, he ate up the small pool of antes that could have been bigger if he had kept his foolish mouth shut.

We’re not competitive gamblers by any means; we just began throwing extra money down to make the game a little more interesting once upon a time. None of us were rich, only getting small stipends from taking so many classes or baby paychecks from off-and-on jobs, and all we really had to play with after certain modest personal effects was what we called “date money.”

Sure, we hit up parties every once in a while or got lucky out of nowhere, but sometimes a man likes to hit up a fine piece of ass and take her out to a proper dinner in hopes for a bit of late-night fin in a hotel room. Winning on Sunday night meant having enough to go north to a nice dinner at the nice hotel. It may impress the ladies, but it’s also about spoiling ourselves by spending other people’s money. Especially after winning it from them.

Tonight, Dree was in line for the honors. It rather pissed us off, since he’d probably fuck up whatever date he got if he had the balls to ask a chick out, so our precious money would just fatten his pocket while the rest of us had to put up with our usual sneaking into girls’ bedrooms or whatever.

Sam had it worst, there almost always being someone awake in his house when he tried to sneak in, and his dad was a real pain about his kids bringing anyone over without introducing them to him first. Tended to make sure only real friends and dates got brought over rather than Sam’s usually one-night-only fare. Dree, he lived with his mom a few days a week while he went to school; the rest of the time, he was off in the Garden where he grew up. There wasn’t much privacy, but you eat pretty well there and there’s work for some decent money. Me, I never feel like breaking my back in manual labor.

Oh yeah, point. The four of us don’t really have our own places to get laid. Hotel money is a good thing. Now on with the game.

The game was about over when Sadie came back with a few of her harpies. Rather than sit there, subjected to their schoolgirl giggles, we were faster to put whatever we had on the table. In a stroke of luck, I ended up getting a few winning hands in a row and managed to sweep the table.

“Prick,” Sam muttered at me, but it could’ve been Dree.

“Don’t deal like a horse’s ass next time then,” I said comfortingly as I collected my bounty. With my other two boys, I grabbed my shoes and my shirt, polished off my Knob, and headed for the door.

“Good evening, Sadie,” I said quite suavely to Bill’s sister, even kissing her hand in front of her friends and mine. “Night, bitch,” I said over my shoulder to Bill. Ha ha ha.

****

Ahh, the possibilities of a fatty wallet. I’m not afraid of a hard day’s work, but I abhor getting a job and a uniform and doing the same boring thing every day. My mom said she’d pay for me to go to school, so I did that rather than get a job. She gives me a little money because she understands that it’d be near impossible to get a job with the hours I have, but in turn her asshole husband cut me off from the fridge except for what I buy for myself. Prick.

“What’re you grinning about?” my sister asked me. We don’t talk much, so the thing about the party a while ago just died away without ever getting anywhere.

“Nothin’, nothin’.” I at my roast beast in peace, though I couldn’t stop grinning.

“I’m glad you had a good day, dear,” my mother added. She and her asshole husband had been off doing their thing that day, so Becky had been enjoying the run of the house until they got back. I wonder where she hides the sheets when she finishes.

Dinner at home was a bit uncomfortable. Since I was forced to buy my own food, I wasn’t about to pass up a free meal, even though Mom insisted the family eat together every Sunday evening anyway. It was about the only time all four of us were in the same room. Becky and I never really got used to the asshole, see. Still, only one night a week. Never my favorite night.

The thought of a big pocket of spare change was keeping my spirits up, and it was obviously bugging Becky that she didn’t know exactly what was going on in my head. I finished dinner in a timely manner and excused myself without pissing anyone off, and I was off for my room.

Knock knock.

“Go away.” Usually it was my mother, if anyone, who came bugging me, but whomever it was, no one minded me acting a little bit of a jerk.

“Lemme in, you jerk,” Becky called.

I let her in.

“Teh fuck you want?”

“You were smiling at dinner. It’s unnatural.”

“Let’s just say your big brother’s got a hot date set for this Friday,” I beamed, more in pride than anything. Money wasn’t easy, so having won a good handful of it was a pretty good feeling. That, the waiting to spend it, and the actual spending itself. Then there’s the coming-down when you’re broke again, but I refuse to think about that now.

“Eew! Who’s the fugly bitch? That middle-schooler you fucked last Friday ago?”

So she had been thinking about it. And what the fuck? I didn’t bring up me catching her with some loser.

“She was eighteen,” I lied. Or not; I honestly had no idea.

Oh fucking shit… I have no idea if she was eighteen…

“You sure?”

“What you want?”

“You want to know how old she really is?” she goaded with the delight of having such a secret to torment me with.

“Not really.”

I was getting nervous. I’m only twenty, but laws were getting ridiculous about ‘carnal knowledge’. If you were a certain age, you couldn’t touch someone a day under eighteen, though a girl a week away from her birthday is more forgivable than one about to turn sixteen. Admittedly I had quite a bit of that ‘carnal knowledge’ that parents were so afraid of their daughters being exposed to, but still, the town rule has always been that kids can date anyone inside the four-year range. Whether the parents knew that, the kids did. They didn’t necessarily tell their parents about it, mind, especially if, say there was a sixteen-twenty?

Still, not good if someone thinks it’s funny if the girl I nailed (“made a permanent dent in the bed” more accurately) wasn’t quite as ripe as I would’ve liked for my own safety’s sake. It’s not really wrong, but you can’t ever be too safe. And I, I hadn’t bothered to be safe.

She was close to me. Glaring down at me. Her tits weren’t popping out of her shirt, but there was quite a show when she bent over to give me the second degree. And those eyes… those ice-blue eyes with that jet-black hair. The contrast draws you to her eyes no matter how hard you try to look down her shirt, and then the rest of her face kicks in, usually little stylings decorating her face done with an eyebrow pencil. Absolutely…

“…Perverted.”

“Huh?” Thank God I had been staring at her eyes when my mind wandered off; it wouldn’t do to have been caught staring down her chest. Of course thinking that made me glance down. Her eyes were locked on mine when I looked back up.

“You’re nothing but a dirty pervert,” she repeated. “What if she got pregnant?”

Okay, enough. “Now you’re just being silly,” I snorted, standing up suddenly.

She was in the middle of a smart-ass smirk that said she knew better than I did about something, but my sudden leap forward made her stumbled. She fell back on her ass; I went with her in trying to catch her; it was a rather marvelous display of heroics on my part. Perhaps she’d rethink her high opinion of me. “You alright?”

She shoved me away and got up on her own. “You just better hope Mom doesn’t find out what you did,” she snapped on her way out.

To think that her lips were so close to mine and I didn’t do anything about it kept me up that night. I was rock-solid, and I couldn’t bear to drain the pressure out, so obviously perving over my own sister. Last night was one thing, but a second time? No, that’d be too weird, wouldn’t it?

But still. Sam did it, that much everyone knew. His sister, that is, not his hand.

We thought he’d been bragging hot air, but the way Tiffany blew up at him, it was too obviously true. Was it possible? Was it? And if that line could in fact be crossed, perhaps Sam’s case wasn’t unique. Perhaps Sadie, that hot-and-cold fox that thought of her brother more of a scratching post than a pillar of might, had in fact given herself to him, alcohol aside. Bill can be full of shit when it comes to women, but there was a twinkle in his eye that was indistinguishable from Sam’s. Were there more? Would I get my turn? Could I?

Keeping my hand off my equipment was more painful than had imagined. I almost humped a hole into my sheet, but reminding myself that I’m not the one to do my own laundry seemed to save me. For that night, anyway. After that, images of Becky in her rare moments of simple booty shorts and my old wife beaters, sitting on the washing machine, swinging her bare feet and blowing bubble gum…

God, I’ve got it bad.

***

So much to do. So much to do, yet so difficult to choose. Rotterdale is a small place, so the townsfolk tend to know one-another, but since some of the biggest pioneers of the new wave green public transit movement lived in this town, we were wired in to the major tracks leading to the big cities.

Not just a tourist attraction for some of the boxing and modeling celebrities we’d grown here, but our Downtown was one of the best in the area, being outside of the local metropolitan influence, and we were something of a straight shot between Raleigh and the beach. Ergo, always someone new to look at. To hunt. I’m a headhunter. It’s how I get down, baby.

Too many new faces. Too many options. Makes me freeze up. All an enterprising young malchik like myself wants is five or so fins to choose from, but I’ve got a hundred today it seems. To shorten my options, I’ll stick in one spot: The beach.

Loveliest beaches on the east coast were right on our doorstep. It wasn’t summertime, but who gives a shit? There was still shopping and walking to be done. Since this bit of land went environmentally friendly, people are on their feet more often, and the beach was practically dragged closer to their feet with the introduction of mass transportation without the heartbreak of public parking.

I found myself an empty seat on a tiny table in a French café. The owners were French, so they could give less of a fuck if you sat in their chair all damned day long, but it was a courtesy to buy at least a mug-full when you sat down. It was a small price to pay for delicious, quality product, what you come to expect being so close to Rotterdale Proper.

The primary advantage I was looking for from this spot was the view. If I stretched my legs just a bit, I’d get sand on my feet. I could see the whites of people’s eyes when they got licked by the mild waves. There was decent trim this time of year, and it was a hot day.

This all seems like a rather do-withoutable bit.

Giggling drew my attention; a pair of blue eyes glanced at me from under a frame of dark red hair. Holly Childer, Dree’s sister. Rumored to be turning eighteen in about eight minutes, but no one had the balls. Her older sister Kairi was more of a reclused, blond mouse that no one found attractive despite her credentials, but Holly looked like she’d break you in half with one innocent, blank stare.

Always wore the same style outfit: Long, black sleeve-gloves, black thigh-high socks under a pleated skirt or summer dress, and a black headband that kept her chin-length, straight red hair out of her face. Had one of those bodies that looked like it would break your heart when it dropped.

Our eyes locked. My crotch stirred. Firstly, she was Dree’s sister. Second, she probably didn’t know if she recognized me, even after I gave her a small nod of acknowledgment. Third, Ivy’s as bad a sister as Sally, Becky, and Sadie, and therefore talks shit about me and the boys to everyone who’ll listen, so my H-rating is probably ruined to Holly. Shame. Not that I needed it, but that’s not a body you turn down, nor is the hair.

Her I know damn-well ain’t eighteen yet. The last one, that was a mistake. Holly, I had my eye on, but so did half of the senior class of Rotterdale that would be freshmen in high school by the time she became of age, by which time she’d be (supposedly) working on her doctor title and probably helping teach whatever classes those boneheads taught. Me, I had an angle, being her brother’s friend. But then that would be relationship territory, which spells death for my friendship with Bill. Why risk all that for a beautiful girl that I don’t know? That, my friends, is the time you think with your upper brain. On with the story.

She was with a couple friends. They saw our mutual recognition, and they possibly inquired after me. I’d probably get the “friend-of-a-brother” treatment on her word, which wasn’t the best of situations, but it wasn’t impossible. Still, when you’re out hunting heads, it’s best to keep it simple. Find someone who doesn’t know anyone you know. It can get hard after a while when you’re on the same college scene, hence the beach.

I only wanted to do some studying today to see if the same faces popped up a few times. They were either regulars, or vacationers. I wanted someone who was just passing through, who was either staying at a hotel or had a place another town over.

So it vexed me a little bit when I saw a face I couldn’t resist. Dark brown hair and icy blue eyes. Her outfit was more typical of the cityfolk, but the resemblance to my sister was only too obvious. I threw the idea away, but it kept jabbing at the backs of my eyeballs over the next few hours.

The café served a few food items, so I kept my hunger sated while I watched. I came with money to spend on a good date with a carefully-selected female, and snacking was part of that budget. One of the few times I would eat out, no matter how good the victuals are in this town. “May I sit down?”

I looked up into a pair of icy blue eyes. Eyes so clear and colorful amidst a sea of dark hair, your own eyes were drawn right to them. Breasts, not bad. Her hips were grown in. Dressed smart, but a little flashy: A young professional who hadn’t forgotten how to have fun. She could be wild on the weekends and pop however many Vicaden she needed to appear immaculate for her board meeting first thing Monday morning.

“Please,” I offered, standing up and pulling a chair out for her. This display of male-to-female respect was more of a learned behavior than a personal preference. Besides, I was shopping. This is when you’re supposed to be charming, and who am I to turn a dolphin down that comes to my shore?

“Have you eaten here before?” I asked her when I passed her a menu.

“No,” she said as I guessed she would. “I work in Raleigh, but I decided that I was finally gonna use the train pass I have to go to the beach and relax, seeing as it’s pretty much right next door.”

“On a Monday?” I called the garçon over and selected a pair of samplers I thought she might enjoy.

“My days are odd,” she explained, “and I’ve only got four shifts in a week.”

“Must be a nice job.”

“It’s a start; I don’t know if I’m gonna stay in the company, though.”

She was easygoing and not a complete idiot. Add that she wasn’t hard on the eyes and didn’t live in town, and I’d say I’d already found a winner.

“You got tomorrow off, too?” I asked boldly. The ice wasn’t exactly broken, but if I wasn’t going to get anywhere with this chick, I wanted to know now so I could move forward or move on.

“…Yeah, why?”

“I was just thinking, I was gonna go chill out up north for a bit, poke around a bit. Since you’ve already got a train pass, thought you could come along and goof off if you weren’t up to anything too serious.” Bless those train passes. I heard horror stories of it taking half a day to get a few dozen miles south on those horrid buses they used to have a few years ago. Now that the new mag-lev was installed coast-to-coast, you could get across the damn country in seven hours with a universal train pass.

“Aaand… what does that have to do with me taking tomorrow off?” she asked coyly, but her absent-minded, slow stirring of her coffee was a green light for me.

“You know; maybe if you wanted to get a couple drinks, make a night of it…” Ooh, I was playing it cool. Her eyes were doing the little “decision” dance. She needed more bait.

“Thing is, I usually go up there anyways, maybe once a month, treat myself a little bit. Wouldn’t hurt nothin’ to have a little company.”

Her eye movements quickened; she was considering. Bingo. “Sure, why not?”

***

“It’s kinda nice, you know? Causal dates like this.”

“Totally.” Turns out she had been pretty good company while I did my usual thing walking through the lesser city of “up north a ways.” She didn’t complain about anything, didn’t spend the entire time on the phone, shared in the experience rather than just follow me everywhere or drag me everywhere. We ended up in the big hotel where all the big-scale parties end up that Rotterdizzle can’t facilitate. They employ a pretty good executive chef; part of the fun about having such a budget is that you can get a room and dinner. I offered to pay for hers, but she picked up hers and mine since I had already reserved the room.

“You can just have a good time with someone you don’t know, then forget about it the next day if you want to. Unless there’s something special, you know?”

“Pretty much,” I agreed. How nice. I didn’t have to explain anything the next morning before we parted ways.

“Unless… you know, you’re looking for a steady thing?” Always a catch.

“With you? Nah.” Whoops. Made her frown. “I mean, you’re really cool, but I think my sister would kill me if she saw you.”

“Did I anger her god or something?” she asked with a short laugh.

“Nah; it’s just you kind of look like her.” I leaned in close to whisper, “I kinda have this thing for her. Awkward.”

She had leaned in to listen, and she backed up when I had done, and with a laugh. “That’s kinda cool, a little kinky.” She was smiling widely, her tongue moving through her teeth to taste my scent in the air. Slightly narrowed eyes of a satisfied lioness. Bingo. Loosen the bolts a little bit. Keeps things open if you want to get a little more rompy at night.

“But I’m having a great time with you, really,” I added. “I’m glad you sat down with me earlier today.”

“How could I not, you staring at me for who knows how long?”

“Was I?”

She paid the check, and up we went. This hotel is really cool, by the way. The rooms all have themes. There are time-zone ones and cultural ones. We were staying in eighteen-fifties France since we met in the French café.

“This place is great!” she exclaimed. “Do you come here often?”

“What the fuck kind of question is that?” I joked. But honestly, does a girl really have to ask how often a guy stays in a hotel? Odd point real quick: They know you’re no virgin, but do they really want to think you’ve got a new bed buddy every week? No, they want to feel rare and special. Funny thing, being that they’re not, and they wouldn’t keep you around a moment longer than it took them to figure out you weren’t placed on the planet for advancing them in the world. It’s a sickness women have.

Instead of bantering with her, I turned her around and kissed her. She was open to the idea, and held me gently as our heat worked up together. We had been building on sexual tension all day, and it was steaming out from both of us. I would have loved to undress her out of working pumps and a skirt, but I had to deal with boring white sneakers and day jeans.

Once she was de-pantsed, I set her on the bed and got to rubbing her pussy through her boring patterned panties.

“My my, you work fast, don’t you?”

“Not really,” I countered, “I just thought I’d do something different.”

“Your room; you’re the boss.”

I like this girl’s attitude. I might even get her number.

I kept rubbing her panties and kissing her, and her hands were equally quick to get to my own pants. Once I got her decently wet, I dropped down in front of her, slid one leg out of her panties, and went to work on her pussy.

Sweet, this girl. You never know if they shower the day before or what, but she was neatly trimmed, clean, and fresh. Very delicious. Some girls look alright on the outside, but they forget to take care of the basics.

I ate her with a bit of vigor. It’s not my favorite, but I wanted to do something special to this girl.

She took it for a while, but in about three minutes she was calling for my cock. “Stay right there,” I suggested, and I crawled up to the head of the bed and stuck my dick in her mouth, telling her, “touch yourself.”

From my position, I could get things moving a little faster if I wanted to, plus I liked to touch her arm to feel her fingers moving inside herself. There’s just not enough female masturbation in the world.

Then I fucked her, and I came in her mouth. She said she liked the taste.

“I don’t normally do this, but turn over.”

“I’m not that kinky.”

“Come on, we’ve got all night. I want to give you a massage.”

And so I did. When I didn’t go anywhere near her tail end, she was quite surprised, though I can guarantee you that by that time she was looking for it subconsciously. We were ready for another one, but all I would do was eat her out again, which I kept up until she came pretty hard. She said she’d suck me off for a while more, but I encouraged her to keep it up once she got started, so she got me to come again, and again she swallowed.

“I like the taste,” she shrugged.

“Believe me, I’m not complaining. Shower before our third go?”

“Love one. They got a spa tub?”

“Bubbles and sparkling wine included.”

**************

“I fucking hate men!” Slamming doors, ect.

Hmm.

Hi, people. Me again. It’s a few days or something since the hotel, now I’m back home, enjoying some quiet moments of reflection. Then my sister comes home, shouting because she’ll cry if she doesn’t.

A few ways to go, here. One, I play the sensitive brother who’s “different” from the rest of the assholes my poor, disillusioned sister knows. Two, I can be one of the assholes by way of taunting her for been a poor, teenage victim to the more mature caste of our sick little town. Three, I can mind my own business, knowing full well that my sister in a bad mood is enough to make a grown man (me, in this case) cry.

Knock knock…

“WHAT?”

Only for her. Still, makes you wonder whether this was such a good idea. “Beck? Do you wanna talk?”

I know; I’m asking for it. But try to understand, this girl, this sister of mine, has been starting to infiltrate my dreams at school.

“No.” The rejection had come fast and hard. With our parents gone, I knew she was doomed to cry in her room for the next twelve hours, possibly running up the electricity bill in the meantime.

“Maybe I can help,” I offered anyways. “I couldn’t help notice that it was the demon known as ‘man’ that you’re upset at. Being one of them, I may be able to shed some light. Maybe help you understand a little? Might make you feel better?”

We haven’t been scribing all our adventures, the boys and I, but I think that was the sappiest thing I’ve ever said. One of the reasons we don’t tally is because we boys don’t share these more “tender” sides of ourselves with one-another.

The door clicked open. There’s my sister, looking like a goddamned beauty queen. Eyes red, but not teary. Breaks my heart in half, really it does. I may wave an “anti-woman” flag once in a while, but my sister doesn’t count. She’s way too cool.

She stared me down as though I was really “one of them,” but I used every ounce of compassion I usually stow away and threw my arms around her.

“Derrick, what the fuck?” she exclaimed in alarm, but I ignored and hugged. It took a few seconds, but she ended up giving me a few pats on the back of her own, if only to get me off. “Away,” I should say.

She parted from me and took a seat on her bed, asking, “What I wanna know is, what gives you fuckwads the right to…”

Instead of letting her build up a head of steam that might work against me, I hushed her up. “Let’s go downstairs,” I suggested quickly. “Mom and Assfest won’t be back for a long time.”

“What the fuck for?”

I asked her again, and she resisted more, but eventually she warmed up to the idea of doing something productive rather than tear up on her own for some endless hours like had happened plenty of times already. Me, I’ve shed a few tears of my own back in my high school days. Wasn’t pretty. Becky, she was always pretty cool about it.

I sat her at the kitchen table and got a big-ass bottle of vodka. Good stuff that we boys get when we want to do some real drinking. Bill’s place has every kind of good stuff; but over here, we’re not supposed to drink. I get myself cranberry juice, tomato juice, shit like that you can put vodka in.

After taking a few shots, Becky seemed to be more relaxed. I was getting there as well, and at some point I put my hand on her thigh. A harmless gesture, the part of me wanting to provide physical comfort for her.

“Who was it?” I asked in due time.

“Some prick from your school,” she spat, instigating Laurel University in the crime. “Why the fuck don’t you guys pick on girls your own age?”

Oh dear. It seems as though my once-innocent little sister, while knowing full-well she plays the game as I do, has discovered the deeper secrets that plague our town: The Rotterdale Sickness. Do I tell her about it, or do I shush her with more comfort and more booze, then put her to bed?

“Because girls our age are all fucking their professors or their managers,” I said simply. “Or the upperclassmen if everyone else is taken.

“Go fuck yourself.”

I patted her on her thigh a bit, and the alcohol was helping her slouch in her chair. “I’m serious, Beck. Guys in this town are evil, but so are the girls. In college, all the chicks are taken up by older guys, usually married, or jocks or whatever. So yeah, you high school girls are kind of all there is left.”

She scoffed.

“What? Like you’re so busy dating high school boys?”

“At least college boys are out for an education or something,” she admitted. “High school boys, they’re just trying to get into the college parties, but they’re not afraid to talk to girls like me, but only to get into our pants.”

“So we’re agreed? Everyone’s equal trash all around?”

She agreed. We both drank to it and laughed it off. With a serious look in her hooded eyes, she asked, “Why can’t I meet any nice guys like you, Derrick?” I got nervous about my hand being on her thigh, but she placed her hand atop it, encouraging me to grip her. This was getting dangerous.

But I couldn’t help but scoff at her ridiculous claim. “Me? Nice?”

“Yes, you.” Those adorable blue eyes again. That outfit, those boots…

“I gave up being a nice guy a long time ago.”

“How come?” For once, she looked like she wasn’t thinking about her own problems. She had turned her chair towards mine and scooted in, effectively driving my hand further up her naked thigh, dangerously close to her “I’m too mature for high school to cover my legs” skirt.

It was difficult for me to think, what with her warm skin resonating with her heartbeat under my hand. She and I, we didn’t do much bonding like this, but there’ve been occasions. But her, gazing up at me, genuinely interested in what I had to say, leaning forward just so slightly, I just couldn’t concentrate.

I purposefully rubbed her thigh some more instead, giving me something to concentrate on. “I donno, Beck.” The frill of her skirt was in reach. Alcohol or whatever, I started playing with it; her fingers slid around my wrist so she could still hold my hand without disrupting me. She watched with me, but she was still curious to what I had to say. “I guess I got tired of looking and never finding a catch like you.”

Her eyes brightened up right away. “You think I’m a catch?” she asked. “Really?” She scooted even further off her chair so that my hand slid under her skirt all the way to her hip. I subconsciously held her from the other side with my other hand as well as I turned to face her squarely; she seemed to be loving the attention than being put off at where her brother’s hands were. But instead of the refute I expected, she was holding my elbows. It was the first time she had let go of her glass.

“Let’s be honest, Becky,” I said through the pounding of my heart. Probably the vodka, hard at work. “You’re beautiful, I love the way you dress, you’re not stupid, and you’re not mean. You’ve never been mean to me, that is. Not really.” Sure, she and I have had sibling’s spats, but we were always on the level.

“Sure, there are girls who aren’t empty-headed and look good, but they’re all back-stabbing, heartless witches. Not you, though.” Smooth, Derrick. Award-winning.

The damnedest thing happened. She leaned forward, tits trying to spill out, and kissed me.

No, not on the lips. On the cheek, somewhere. Like a sister that had just gotten the best advice from her loving older brother. With one last shot of medicine, she hopped up with new energy and fucked off back to her room.

And here I am, sitting alone in the kitchen with a boner trying to scream through my pants.

Phone.

*****************

“Nice one, Dree.”

“Go farnque yourself, clunt-stubble.”

Dree took his second shot, and the ball bounced off the rim like it had the first time. Sam caught the rebound, giving Dree and himself a second go around.

Our game had gone on for the better part of two hours before Sam’s girlfriend called. I think it was his girlfriend. He answered when she called, which was damn-near proof enough that’s who it was. It’s just that he never said anything about having a girlfriend and he slept around enough for all three of us, his own sisters aside.

The other two guys and I parked our tired asses on a bench to laugh at the disposed. But as though on-cue, my own phone started ringing. I repented getting the fucking thing ever since my mother gave it to me shortly after graduating. “It’s for safety while you’re in college, Son,” was the excuse.

“What?”

“I wanted to… umm…” My sister. It’s not like she never called me before, but that she’d come looking for me rather than pick up a phone. I was usually always at the college, Julie’s, or one of the guys’ houses, so I wasn’t hard to find to begin with.

“Becky? Problemo?”

“I wanted to… shut up!” Someone next to her had said something smart-assed to her, but something struck my attention: She was nervous. Anxious. Jittery of voice. “I wanted to tell you that I love you, and that I really appreciate what you did for me last week.”

“Yeah, sure,” I said absentmindedly, trying to play it off for my audience.

The phone was silent for several pointed seconds.

“Beck?”

“…”

I checked the connection. Still working. While we’re not on the level of some of the machines they have for employees of the Garden like Sam’s and Dree’s parents, but dropping calls was almost unheard of in decades.

“Well, I love you t…”

“…My friends told me.”

I wasn’t used to her interrupting me, so the shock of it hit me before the shock of it. Dree and Bill both marked out somewhat silently; I knew I was set to be in quite a bit of trouble that night, and we hadn’t even established what it was my sister’s friends had told her. Even Sam, who’s girlfriend was outgabing into his ear on speakerphone so he could listen-in on my over-loud phone conversation.

“…Told you what?” I asked as innocently as I could, having to ignore my so-called “buddies” as well as I could. Funny how they had your back except for when a woman had you by the balls. Then you were their mocking-chain.

“About you. About me. Why you were being so nice to me.”

My cheeks flushed quite thoroughly. Suddenly, I was wishing I didn’t keep the volume on my phone quite so high. Too bad it didn’t occur to me at that moment to turn it down.

Anyways, there’s me, heart beating out of control, thinking a million different things at once. She knew? She was calling to let me know? Calling to tell me she loved me? That she appreciated me? She knew?

Wait, she knew?

How could she know?

Unless she doesn’t know, and she’s playing with me.

“Come on, Beck. Don’t be…”

“You don’t have to pretend. They heard about it from your friend.”

I didn’t even have time to think about it. The most deadpan glare consumed my face and turned to meet the suddenly-preoccupied, big-mouthed Bill.

“What?” he asked. You could almost believe he didn’t have anything to do with it.

“…Derrick? Are you there, sweety?”

“Pffffffffttt…” Dree and Bill exploded together. Sam, still a bit further down, was pfffting into his conversation with some girlfriend we’ve never heard of. I almost didn’t notice, for Becky had never used such an endearing term for me before. I honestly thought she was incapable of it.

“I’m here,” I reminded my suddenly-very-interesting sister, but my glare of doom still reminded Bill he was in hot water. “Who told you? And what did whoever it was say, anyway?”

“Okay, it wasn’t technically your friend, but my best friend heard it from this guy, who said he hung out with your friend’s uncle’s step-son’s…”

I lost track at about that point. Wait, did I say “lost track”? I meant, “lost interest”. While she was blathering on, I completely forgot what she was talking about. Yet another reason I don’t have a girlfriend. The girls in this town, they have a sickness. Phones are a part of it. Seriously; there’s a ban on children under the age of eighteen owning phones. You legally have to have a high school diploma to purchase one; they have licenses with pictures and your address and everything.

“So it’s not really his fault, and I didn’t really mean to…”

“Wait, Beck, what on Earth are you talking about?”

“It’s okay, D-Derrick. I know you… like me.”

Back on my side of the phone, it was getting ridiculous. Bill and Dree were just at the point where it couldn’t get any better. They just sat there, self-satisfied grins on their faces, each word just more money in the bank.

“Of course,” I said before they could get even more annoying. “It’s my job, you know? What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t…”

“…And I’ve been thinking all week long. About you.”

That shut them up. Now we were in dangerous territory. Suddenly I was glad I hadn’t turned the phone down. Sampson casually hung up on his girlfriend to shamelessly listen-in at less distance. Hell, even I was hooked in, hanging on every word.

“…And I wanna do it.”

“Umm… what?”

“…Will you be home tonight?”

“Umm… yeah. What’d you have in…”

“Great.” Click.

And at last, empty silence. Dead air. Soon to be a ringing nothing that irritated my ears more than the nonsensical chatter of a hundred high-school girls in the middle of class time.

What the fuck just happened?

And let’s not forget my mates. Bill, Dree, and Sam were all as much in a daze as I was. Their faces all confirmed that it wasn’t my imaginary friend I was talking with on the phone to feel good about myself.

“Good game, blokes,” Sam said after the moment of silence. “Drinks, yeah?”

“Finally joining the club,” Bill said before following Sam off to the bar, a brisk pace away from the park, “good man.”

Dree threw an arm over my shoulders to help return the feeling to my body, and with his help, I got moving again. “Just treat her good, alright?” he offered while I wobbled off after the two others. “This one’s your sister.”

**************

Ahh, Julie’s: Savior of my life, purveyor of delicious beer. “I’ll has another one, pls,” I said to the cute bartendress.

“Isn’t that about enough for you, guy?” the cute pair of eyebrows wrinkling in concern for me asked.

“Can’t feel nothin’ yet. Gimme ‘nother one.”

“His parents just died,” Sam said with an assumed visage of absolute sorrow and a pat on my hand. Everyone else looked at him awkwardly, wondering what hat he’d just pulled that bullshit from, but it garnered me another beer. I raised it in his direction before choking on it.

Things were still so fuzzy. All my life, I had wond… for the past eight years or so of my life, I had wondered what it would be like to have sex. Then I had sex. With a total slut. Phenomenal in bed, but only the first two or three times. After that, it was the fall-back girl. Then, the girl who wasn’t a complete pushover like the fall-back, someone like Roxanne in terms of kissing ability, but not in slutitude. Then, it was the search for the nice girl. Nowadays, and by that I mean the last few weeks, I only see my sister.

Sweet, delectable Becky. Fantasy after fantasy starring her tried to make their ways to the forefront of my imagination, only now they dared where they had never dared before with the sudden thought that maybe, someday soon even, that I would, in fact, be getting into the same bed as Becky, and not for comfort during thunderstorms.

With each delicious beer I consumed, the fantasies got more wild. I didn’t dare think about one for more than a moment, refusing to get my hopes up; but in came another, even better. After my eighth beer, it was me and Becky lying naked on her bed with the black sheets, eyeing one-another.

“You gonna be alright, dude?” Bill asked.

“Fine,” I slathered. No one said anything back.

Huh?

I pulled my droopy head up to see why I was being ignored. Bill wasn’t looking at me, he was looking at Dree. “Wussamatter?” I asked in my prime of championship linguistics.

“Dree’s thinking of dropping out the club,” Sam said with something of a snigger.

“Out? Whachoo mean, out? Thur ain’t no out; whachoo talkin’ ’bout?” After all, once you were in, you were in. It’s not like you can unbed your own sister. Who would want to in the first place?

Sam got a sock on the arm; Dree had to order a new beer. “I donno, man. Just haven’t heard from her in a few days. Been meaning to ask Mom about it.”

“Whfoo?”

“His sister, man,” Bill offered most helpfully. “Ivy. He thinks she took off.”

“You think she took off,” Sam corrected. “That lucky prick’s probably just getting a week-long three-way.”

“Three? Week? Wuh?” The alcohol suddenly seemed feel like little more than a few beers as the conversation’s logic-o-meeter unexpectedly took a turn for the basement.

“You know, his other sister’s new boyfriend. You know how tight them girls are.”

“Huh?”

“Ivy’s been gone awhile,” Dree himself explained. “Maybe out with Holly after all, but probably not, seeing as she’s been pretty ‘handy’ with Troy for the last week or so. Holly’s new boyfriend,” he added before I could get even more lost.

“So Holly’s busy; maybe she’s with Kairi. You think about that?”

Dree contemplated that for a while by staring into his beer. “I donno. I don’t see her much. In fact, haven’t seen her in about…”

“…A week?”

“Shaddap, Slam.”

***********

I was home before I knew what hit me. Mom and Assfuck were home, but I avoided. Upstairs, shower. No, dizzy. Best lay down a while. Maybe even a nap.

************

…And then, morning. Hangover. Pain. Water. Bright light. Fuck.

The shower didn’t take any of the pain away. Neither did the jug of clear goodness from the tap kept in the bathroom for upstairs refreshment. At least by then I was thinking a little more clearly.

Oh, fuck. Becky.

“Beck?” I asked at her door. Quietly. Mom and Asshat were still around in an undisclosed location. “Look, I’m sorry about last night. If you wanna talk or anything…”

How silly do I feel, standing outside my sister’s door like a whipped puppy, still in my towel and (very masculine) slippers? Sillier and sillier with each moment, that was for sure.

Why wasn’t she answering?

Now I feel silly and shitty. What the fuck was I thinking, getting drunk on a night when my sister most especially asked for my attention? I don’t know exactly what she wanted to get up to, but it was still completely rude of me. And here I’d just convinced her that I wasn’t a complete jerk like the other men she had ever met.

“Becky? I’m sorry…”

“Sorry about what?”

Fuck off, dickshit. “Help you with something?” I asked a bit more politely to my stepfather.

He stood there obstinately, waiting for me to explain myself or else finish my business with Becky with him still standing there. But I did neither; I turned to face him and waited with my eyebrows up, waiting for him to say whatever he was going to say.

He had nothing more to add, so he took his shitty brown coffee and departed for other known systems. I don’t break the peace in our house, but that doesn’t mean I tolerate any shit from him when he feels like being a nosy bitch. Never have. Since he married my mother and moved in, he started making payments on the house, paying bills, buying groceries and shit, which meant he had a say on what went on under the roof, so I couldn’t disrespect him to his face, no matter how much he deserved it.

I don’t know what my mother ever saw in him, or sees in him still, but I made it more or less clear that he’s to stay out of my business, seeing as I’m pretty much a tenant that just stays in my room whenever I’m home. Just because he knows I don’t like him doesn’t make it worth it for him to spend extra time getting his nose into my business.

Still, Becky said nothing. I tried the knock once more, and still nothing. Best go about my business and wait for her to be ready to talk.

***************8

“So?”

“So, what?”

“Fuck off with your ‘so what’; tell us the goods.”

“Excuse me, do you gentlemen mind waiting another hour for my lecture to be over?” the inept professor asked.

Do you people want a quick summation of the sequence of events, or should I just say I got on to class with my nosy mates?

“Yeah, was it good?” Bill asked over the interruption. Technically he wasn’t in that class with me, but he and Dree saw fit to join Sam and myself to find out exactly what had happened the night before.

“She never came home last night,” I said in my indoor voice.

That didn’t quite shake them off, but at least they wouldn’t find out that I had fallen asleep before I could find whether or not she was actually there or not.

Still, I thought that perhaps there was a ring of truth in my little white lie. What if she hadn’t come home last night? What if she wasn’t even there that morning? But what kind of sense would that make? Why would she go through all the trouble to… oh.

A set-up. Get me on the phone with all her friends nearby, get me to admit I had a crush on her, invite me into her bedroom that night; then have a good laugh about it, still with her friends; when I started asking in a very meek voice why I wasn’t getting any of what I was pseudo-promised.

Women.

I felt like getting drunk again, so I led the charge back to Julie’s before waiting for the pompous professor to finish his lecture Sam and I weren’t paying attention to anyway. Jess was clearly flirting with me as she served me and the boys; but then, she flirted with all the guys at the bar. On the other hand, my boys and I are the only ones that don’t tip on account of our parents pay. Or Sam’s dad or Dree’s mom, either way.

I tried to ignore the flirting as casual noise. I was too disgusted with women for the moment, but that only lasted for my fifth beer.

***********8

“Fucking hell, five times?” Jess asked with marked incredulity some five hours later.

“Comes with the territory, baby,” I said in a rather unimpressed voice. I had always had an eye on her, but it only just occurred to her to have my way with her. Something about trying to heal the sickness by injecting my semen into it. Maybe I was reading a little too much into my human bio class.

Why the hell would my sister do that? I thought we were close. If not close, then at least amenable. Not far apart enough for her to run me through the ringer like that. If we really were close, then such a joke might have been a friendly precursor to something nice. Not necessarily sex-related, but something intimate.

When the hell was she going to get home?

“You want me to walk you back to the trolley?” I offered Jess after she recovered from my last plowing.

“Actually, is it cool here if I stay the night?”

“Uhh… I donno…” It’s not like I’ve never had a girl overnight, but getting caught wasn’t pretty. She’d have to wait until the old asshole left before she could even leave my bedroom safely.

“My parents aren’t being too cool right now, but I’d understand if…”

“It’s alright,” I submitted. It wasn’t my favorite plan, but a little morning gnocchi wasn’t terrible. For a moment, I thought that being walked in on by my sister, who wondered why I had stood her up for the past two nights, only to find me in bed with another woman. Part of me didn’t want to look like the asshole who would shut her down like that. The other part of me wanted her to get the idea out of her head that I was some pushover she could pull a fast one on.

I gave up the sappy side of myself long ago. Nearly fell for it with Becky, too.

If only I was sure which side of the field she was playing on.

**************

A week went by.

************8

The news that my sister was probably dead was too much to bear. I want so much to go to her, but she hasn’t even been found yet. Only the tell-tale remnants of the car they were in and a long, long drop down. It would take a day to get recovery equipment down that cliff.

They would have sent an emergency helicopter, but with the sheer distance down a grade like that, there was no point. Even if they did, a helicopter wouldn’t’ve been able to rip through a car crushed into a pancake from the fall.

I couldn’t think properly. Everything I saw was mildewy fuzz. All I could hear was irritating buzzing. People that I passed by looked at me awkwardly as I stumbled down the street to my house from the trolley station.

The parents were home. I had to sneak upstairs to avoid them. They’d hear the news in their own time. All I wanted was to fall on my bed and die.

I started crying the moment my door shut behind me. I couldn’t make it to the bed; I collapsed right there, bursting into tears. Everything we had been through, everything we were supposed to do together, it was all gone. Nothing but wasted memories.

Still, the human heart persists. I got up out my bed, threw open the window, and stared out into the sky. “I don’t know who’s listening,” I said in my cracked voice with my dry tongue, but being that whoever I was trying to reach in my hysteria would mind, “but my sister can’t be dead. Please, I don’t want her to die. Please.”

Forever passed. I think about two hours total. I wasn’t done feeling sorry for myself, but I at least wanted to sprawl on the bed so I wouldn’t be cramped on top of everything else.

“I never knew you cared.”

I couldn’t believe it, but my heart did when it jumped clear out my throat. There next to me, in my bed, was certainly a hot figure. She must’ve been been in there all night, listening to me cry at the window.

A few quick hands searched to find a naked body about the size of my sister, with hair about the same as my sister’s.

“Is it really you?” Brilliant line, Derrick. Smooth as shit.

Lips pressed up against mine. Someone I’ve never kissed before, but my body knew to believe before I did: My sister was kissing me.

“Any more dumb questions?” she asked. No mistaking that sugary-sweet voice. Those supple, subtle curves my fingers recognized from the faintest touches of long ago.

“I’m so fucking glad to see you,” I said with the biggest hug I could think of.

“Don’t hug me, kiss me,” she corrected. I was only too happy to oblige.

Her lips were the sweetest heaven I could ever imagine. Soft, delicate, warm, and moist. No lipstick getting between us. Soon, her even more moist tongue licked at my lips with such slow, gentle swipes a few times before she pulled just far back enough that I could still feel her breath on my lips.

“What do you want to do to me?” she whispered.

“I want you,” I hissed, aiming for another kiss, but she pushed me away.

“Tell me.”

“I’m gonna screw you into next Sunday,” I said with growing passion, throwing an arm over her to clutch her to me. I was foolish, falling into the same trap she had lain before, only now the trap had sprung. I didn’t care. Rather a fault of mine. I must be sick.

“Yeah?” she purred. I got a kiss for my claim. “You’re gonna screw me?”

“That’s right, baby,” I whispered. I nuzzled into her sweaty neck and concentrated on my hands memorizing her body. “First, I’m gonna lick your pussy.”

“Mmm… then what?”

“Then I’m gonna take you by the hair and pull you to your knees.”

“What for?” she asked with an air of innocence.

“So you have to suck me off,” I insisted. I reached between her legs at last to find a short triangle of damp fur. Her thighs were soaked as well.

“I’d love to do that to you,” she whispered back to me. “I’d love for you to make me. Keep going.”

“When I’ve had enough, you’re gonna suck your own tits for me,” something I had been dying to see her do since they started to grow in, “and then you’re gonna play with yourself until you come.”

She bit my neck to keep her deep breathing from turning into moaning. Her hands were clutching at my back and shoulders; I could feel her shaking. Hopefully to keep herself from jumping the gun. “Uh huh?”

“Then comes the time I screw you,” I said with more confidence than I’d ever felt in my life.

“You’re really gonna fuck me?”

“I’m not stopping until you come at least three times on my dick.”

“Are you gonna use a condom?”

Now there was a funny question. Why was she asking me? Oh, of course.

“No chance, baby. You’re going to feel nothing but me inside you.”

“Where are you going to come?”

“Inside you, baby.” I could see what faint light there was from the window reflecting in her eyes; she was looking right at me. “All of it.” I couldn’t believe what I was saying, but I couldn’t lie to her. That’s exactly what was going to happen, and I knew she needed to hear me say it.

“I always make guys pull out,” she goaded, but she did so with her teeth clamped around my earlobe, sending shudders down my spine that she was tickling. “Even though they all wear condoms with me.”

“I’m not going to,” I returned. I gazed into her face as I said it; my eyes were used to the darkness such that I could make out the outline of her beautiful blues. She stared back at me, waiting. I kissed her hard.

“Is your cock big?” she asked excitedly.

“It’s perfect for you,” I said out of nowhere. “It was made for you.”

“I can’t wait.”

“For what?”

“To suck on it. To feel it inside me. Are you really gonna come in me?”

“You bet.”

“I’ve never had that done before. What’s it like?”

“It’s the best part. You’re gonna love it.”

“Is that what you did with that blond slut at that party?”

What? Is that a yellow light? No, I don’t think so. She was excited. “Sure is.”

“What the hell did you do to her to make her so fuckin’ noisy?”

“I didn’t have to do a damn thing; she just wanted me. Why were you so quiet?”

“I didn’t want that guy.”

“Do you want me?”

“Yes.”

“Did you want me then? At the party?”

“…Yes.”

“She invited you to stay.”

“I never thought… would you really have…?”

“Do you want me to show you exactly how I make a woman scream in pleasure?”

“Fuck yeah.”

I kissed her sweet lips; we were gonna have such an awesome time. “Go get dressed,” I instructed, already falling into my new role.

“What for?” she asked innocently.

“So I can undress you properly.”

“What should I wear?”

“Something… innocent.”

I could almost hear her grin wickedly as she rolled on top of me. She kissed me hard on the lips, then once on the chest, and took off out of my bed and out of my room. I felt the ghosts of her fingers that trailed dangerously high on my thigh just as she stood up.

And I waited.

And waited.

And waited even more, beginning to get impatient. And then concerned.

What the hell was she doing? Playing with me again?

Wait, did she actually fake her own death?

What the hell is going on?

Nearly two hours later, there was a knock on my door. It opened straight after, and my sister slipped in. “Derrick? You still awake?” she whispered, and I breathed at last.

“Yeah, babe. Where’ve you been?”

She hobbled in to kneel at my bedside. She was dressed in her large, white shirt she had stolen from me a few years ago to wear to bed. I could only imagine what color panties she had stretched across her silky ass. “Lita had left a message. I think I may have fucked up.”

“How?” The night was pretty much screwed for me; I no longer felt any mood from her. I sat up on the backboard and invited her to sit next to me.

“I guess you figured out I made up the thing where I was in a car crash?”

“The thought came to mind, but I was sure it was just a mistake.”

“It sounded like a good idea at the time, and I didn’t think anything bad would happen, but you know how Lita works at the police station?”

“No. Who’s that?”

“She’s a friend from high school. She made it look legit that I was in a crash, but no one else was supposed to know. It kinda leaked, so now she’s got to cover it up, and I had to talk to some people. I think I may be in trouble.”

“It was just a joke; they’re not gonna throw you in jail,” I said comfortingly, wrapping my arm around her.

“I’m sorry about tonight,” she said sadly. “I’ll let you fuck me later, alright? I’m just not in the mood anymore.”

“It’s fine. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, I do. We just have to do it another night.”

*****************

And another night came.

And another.

A third day, and a fourth.

“Beck? Anything wrong?” I asked her on the fifth day. Tuesday.

“No, why?”

“Umm… nothing.”

“You?”

“Fine, just fine.”

“Great. Love you, gotta run!”

***************8

“Why are you such a loser, D-rick?”

“Because he’s a virgin.”

“Fuck off, the both of you.”

Another day, another round of beers. The boys were still convinced I was in line to be getting some from my own sister and thus officially joining the group, but they were likewise convinced I was doing something wrong to have not gotten any yet.

“You think she’s gay?”

“She probably fell in love with some dude from out of town; that’s why she was gone for a whole week.”

“All goth chicks are gay.”

“Would you idiots shut up?”

“Look, man,” Bill said seriously, “you’ve got to make a move. You want to be stuck wishing the rest of your life?”

“Naw, dude. But what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

“Seduce her,” Dree said sagely.

“Fuck you, and fuck you,” Sam said helpfully to both Bill and Dree. “Now Derrick, my man, she wants you, but you’re gonna have to play to your strengths if you wanna move this thing forward.”

“Huh?”

“Your strengths, man. She came to you, right?”

“Yeah…”

“So, all you gotta do is be like however you were at that time. Remind her of what lit the fire under her sweet ass.”

“Oh.”

“I wasn’t gonna do this, but otherwise you’d be hopeless.”

I was ready to sock him one, but he pulled out a book.

“You know I can’t read.”

“It’s a book about subversive suggestion. Study hard, and when you talk to her next, your words will be used to setting you both in the right direction. To bed, that is.”

I socked him one anyways, but I took the book.

************

Fascinating, this book. I might have to give it a try.

***********

“Becky? Are you in there?”

I had mostly given up on expecting anything from my sister, what with her cooling off but not quite all the way down to her usual self. But with this book on my side, I thought there was hope at last.

She opened the door; she was wearing my old shirt again with neither striped socks nor long underwear to mar her beautiful legs or feet.

“You’re beautiful,” I said before she could greet me. As the book predicted, she blushed like an attention-craving schoolgirl. “May I come in?”

“Sure.” She got out of my way so I could walk in. She shut the door behind her.

“Something on your mind?” she asked, as though it wasn’t obvious enough. I was eyeing her body every which way I could, particularly those legs of hers.

“Been a while since we talked,” I said softly.

“Busy, sorry,” she apologized, though I could tell I was already getting to her. She was squirming where she stood, covering her crotch with her hands, and not knowing where to look. “What did you want to talk about?”

I closed the distance between us, so close that I could feel the heat from her black-tipped toes. She was forced to focus on me, on my eyes. Her adorable blue eyes looked up at me, causing her black hair to cascade over her delicate shoulders and reveal her tender, white neck.

I set my arms gently on her hips. “Kiss me,” I demanded.

“Derrick, we can’t just start doing shit right now,” she said with some urgency. With other people in the house wide awake, she was right.

I chuckled confidently. “It’s not what you think; you’re just going to kiss me.”

“Oh, alright.” She stood up on those cute toes of hers, brought her adorable eyes closer to mine, and pecked me shortly with her incredible lips. “All better?”

“Come on, Becky,” I mocked. “Just because we’re not going to do anything doesn’t mean you can’t kiss me like we are going to.”

“W… what do you mean?” she asked with some insecure uncertainty.

“I’ll show you,” I said, cupping her face so that we were sharing the same breath. “Here’s my beautiful sister, her inch not a lips from mine.”

“That’s back-words,” she giggled, but her breath was rapidly increasing.

“My sister that wants me to take her to bed; my sister that looks sexy, even when she’s just wearing an old shirt of mine. She told me that she’s going to make my dreams come true. I’m going to show her what a wise decision she’s making in choosing me.” I was running my fingers through her hair as I spoke to her. Switching between gazing into her eyes and looking at the rest of her perfect face.

“I just hope she knows what she’s in for, coming to bed with me. I take a certain pride, taking care of a woman, and never have I wanted to prove myself to a woman so much as to this one. I’ll devour her skin, make her moan, make her…”

She cut me off with her lips, leaping into my arms and knocking me back to her bed. Her tongue drilled its way into my mouth, demanding a dance with mine. Her body was dancing over my body as well. I could see down her shirt, all the way down to her little panties. Without both of them, I would wager her pussy would be dripping down onto my straining cock.

I pushed her to the side to kiss her more deeply, fantasizing about everything we would do together once we crossed that line. Like she said, tonight wasn’t a safe night.

“Fuck me,” she demanded, pulling her shirt up.

“Like you said, tonight’s not a safe night.”

“But Derrick…!”

“How do you feel right now?” I asked her with an intent gaze.

“Fucking hot, like my pussy is on fire, and I’m about to use it to set you on fire,” she said hungrily.

“That’s all? Your pussy?”

“My nipples, too. And my ears. And my nose. And my tongue. If we don’t fuck, I’ll break apart.”

“I want you to remember this feeling,” I said in a certain tone of voice with a certain stare into her face, both of which I’d learned from the book. “I want you to be able to feel this way whenever I’m around. I want you seeing me or hearing me to bring you close to insanity.”

I kissed her several times between words, hardly believing my own luck or the passion she was feeling for me. “You’ll want me,” I said in my throaty tones and my hands hovering over the spots she wanted touched most. “You won’t be able to control your desire for me.” Her chest and hips were thrusting up to find my hands. I was having to control myself to set the pattern, or else I would risk screwing it up.

“I… can’t… possibly… all… the… time…” She was slipping out of control fast. According to my reading, she’d fall unconscious from getting too hot. Still, she was at her most persuadable.

“You’ll need to be at your most creative to keep me satisfied,” I continued. “Outfits, dates, sneaking around behind Mom’s back, flirting with me in public…” I stared straight into her eyes. “Finding other girls for me…”

She was gazing back at me, her eyelids nearly too heavy to see out of, but she still nodded vigorously in submission. “Yes, anything. Just touch me.”

“Is that all you want?” I asked, continuing the torture.

“No, I want your big dick inside me.”

“That’s all?”

“I want your cum in me, too.”

“I thought you didn’t do that.”

“I’m going to with you.”

“Are you thinking about it?”

She bit her lip and nodded. Her legs spread, her hands slithering along her naked thighs, closer to her panties.

“How could I?”

“You have to,” she insisted, almost hyperventilating from her arousal.

“But once I strip you naked…” She gasped, and a little moan slipped out. “…All I’ll want to do is lick your sweet little pussy.”

She nodded in agreement. “Mine’s the best.”

“Sweet?”

“The sweetest.”

“You happen to know?”

She nodded again.

“So you’ve tasted other pussies?”

She n… no, she shook her head.

“You haven’t?”

Again, she shook her head.

“Never been with a woman? Never kissed one?”

Nothing.

“It would please me if you did.”

Her heavy eyes lit up.

“Do you want to please me?”

She nodded most vigorously.

“You would make love to a woman just for me?”

She was keeping her eyes open somehow, despite the overwhelming desire to pass out. Her nod was slow; her hand slid down my chest in affection.

“Even that little slut I was with at the party?”

“…Yes…”

“You’d do everything with her.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes,” she said more confidently.

“Were you jealous of her?”

“Yes,” she insisted.

“Did you want her, too? At the time?”

“Yes.”

“You’re going to have her. And any other girl who I think is good enough for you.”

“Thank you, Derrick.” She was no longer begging for contact; she was simply gone. Only awake in that her eyes were open.

“Your body belongs to me, now.”

“My body is yours,” she affirmed.

“You will come when I tell you to.”

“Yes, please.”

“You will think first of my pleasure. Everything you do will be towards making me happy.”

“Yes, Derrick.”

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love you.”

“Now sleep.”

****************

“What? Oh, hi, Derrick. I’m sorry about last night. Did I fall asleep or something?”

“I love you, Becky,” I said instead. “Last night was amazing.”

I kissed her firmly, inciting the old feelings from the night before. In no time, she was hot as a tea kettle.

“Tonight, yeah? I want you to fuck me tonight,” she cooed. “Will you?”

“There’s a big party coming up soon,” I suggested. “Maybe we should do it there? Get in the mood, watching others? Does that sound good?”

“Oh Derrick, that’d be perfect. Will you do something for me?”

“Anything, baby.”

“Will you lick my nipples for me?”

“Not now; not until it’s time for me to claim your body,” I said in my commanding tone of voice. She was taking it in stride, just like she was supposed to. “Now go take a shower so I can fantasize about you being naked. Afterwords, make me some breakfast and bring it to me here.”

“Yes, Derrick,” she affirmed lovingly.

************

So, the big party comes. Everybody gets dressed: Men in slacks and shiny shoes, women in spring dresses and high heels. It’s like practice for the Senior Ball. The official rule is that if you’re going, you can ask anyone you want, anyone in the world, and it’s very impolite manners to refuse. Couples would still go together, but a lot of the guys from college would wind up taking high school girls instead of their own girlfriends.

Those girlfriends would, in turn take either a different guy or girl for their own date. It was a dance where you could invite the person you wanted to take, not the person you were supposed to take. No one dared throw it in your face the morning after because everyone was equally guilty for even being there.

It was still a dance, though. Actually, it was an actual event hosted by the Garden itself, held at Bombshell Manor, one of the biggest houses in town. It was famous for being the house of the two most famous cheerleaders in Cameron High history. Rumor has it the founder of the Garden was born there.

We stepped through the giant double-front doors to find the place was already bumping. The foyer was completely devoid of any furniture, and the carpet had been rolled up so no one tripped their heels or spilled their drinks. I secured a pair of champagne flutes and toasted the evening to my lovely companion.

“Hey, Der. Who’s your date?” asked an old friend from high school.

“I’m Elizabeth,” Becky said for herself, extending her hand. As expected, no one recognized her once she swapped her usual dark makeup for something in a more “barely there” motif with light, spring colors. She wore a simple dinner gown of soft blue-green and matching heels, and her hair was straightened to decorate her bare shoulders.

“I only hope you’re sharing, that’s all I can say,” the guy said, kissing Becky’s hand before disappearing into the party.

“You wanna go out onto the back lawn?” I asked her. The front lawn was covered with people as it was, but the back yard was huge. We had to go through the pool room to get there, and the pool was huge. And inside. Insane.

There was a live band playing out back, and couples were dancing the night away all over and everywhere between there and the front hall, and on the front lawn as well. Becky and I had already left our shoes with the custodian in the foyer, since between the padded room, the pool room, and the kitchen, there wasn’t really proper surface for dress shoes, especially out in the grass. We joined hands and joined the crowd.

“Hey, man!” several people shouted upon recognizing me. Everyone wanted to know who my date was, but all they ever got out of either of us was “Elizabeth”. Throughout high school, no one had ever known her real name.

“Hey, man,” interrupted a party-goer. “You gonna hog her all night, or you gonna share?”

“I love you, Becky,” I whispered down to her.

“I love you, Derrick,” she whispered back up, and I kissed her. Then I handed her over.

I found myself some stone seating to cool my dogs.

“I saw that,” Bill said next to me.

“How’s your night going?”

“Fucking Sadie tossing her shit around again,” he grumped.

“So tap that one more time.”

“You kidding? She’d kill me if she even thought anyone knew; you saw what happened to Sam. Lucky for him Tiff were too dense to say what she was talking about at the time.”

“Psh, yeah. You seen him around?”

“Yeah, he brought a few young things with him. You?”

“Just the one I came in with.”

“Who is she?”

“That’s Becky, stupid.”

He snorted into his beer. “What? Her?”

“In the nubile flesh.”

“Dude, you got to let me dance with her.”

“Go for it. I’ll go see what Sadie’s doing.”

“Deal.”

Sadie was easy enough to find. Her dress looked like it was a halter like Becky’s, but it was actually a string-tied top and separate sarong bottom, good for pool parties. Becky and I had also come prepared for swimming, but Sadie had already cast aside her halter top.

Or had she? The two guys she was dancing with probably couldn’t resist the temptation of pulling the little strings to make her top fall away. One of them was kissing her neck and grinding into her from behind while the one in front was kissing her lips.

The song ended, and I stepped in. “Mind if I cut in?” I asked of them.

“My my, little Derrick,” she mused when she saw me. She bid the other two away with a kiss each before sauntering up to me, breasts and hips swaying. “Does mommy know you’re out?” Standard behavior for sisters of buddies. I was over it.

“Just one dance,” I said, holding my hand out.

She smirked at me. For an eighteen-year-old, she handled herself better than people twice her age. Had them eating out of her hand. Speaking of hands, she took mine, which I kissed most graciously. I pulled her into my embrace, and we began to move with the music, albeit slowly.

Unlike her previous partners, my hands stayed put and my eyes stayed locked on hers. She was too headstrong to feel uncomfortable; in fact, I think she liked it. “So. Who’re you here with?” she challenged.

“Her,” I said, pointing to the black-haired girl that was quickly drawing a crowd with her bare feet boogying to the music. “You?”

“I forgot,” she said whimsically. My face was devoid of reaction. “Although… it seems to me that right now, I’m here with you.”

“I could get used to that.”

“Mmm… me too.”

We spent the whole song showing off what good dancers we were. That wasn’t saying much; we were both more club dancers, but neither was any better, and we were rather enjoying ourselves. Probably more than with anyone else we’d ever danced with, being that since the two of us were locked behind the friend zone, there wasn’t any pressure.

We both saw Sadie’s brother Bill aiming for my sister Becky, but he never made it through the tight circle that had built up around her, making the two of us burst into laughter. When the song ended, we stuck together, and for a pleasant surprise, Becky came to find me.

“Who’s this?” she asked when she saw me with Sadie practically in my lap.

“I’m Honey-Bee,” Sadie answered.

“Cheerleader, huh?” Becky answered. The two shook hands, though it was more a warm holding designed to boil man’s blood. “I’m Elizabeth.”

“Really,” Sadie purred. “Do you go to Cameron High?”

“Yeah.” The music began again. “Come on.”

Becky pulled Sadie away from me, leaving me to return for something more stimulating than champagne. There was Bill again.

“How’d it go?” I asked casually.

He fumed silently. “I saw you getting rather friendly with my sister,” he noted rather than be subjected to my goading.

“Yeah. Now look who’s getting friendly.”

He peeped over to the vast collection of bodies. His sister was, as always, easy to find. She was locked at the hands with my sister still, both of them enjoying the music. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got more work to do. Why don’t you see if Sally’s up and about? Seeing as it’s ‘Come On Whom You Usually Don’t’ night.” Even your boy’s sister wasn’t off-limits tonight. Even your own sister.

I made my way through the thick crowd, rubbing my swelling manship against girl’s asses every two seconds. Most of them would reach behind themselves without looking to get a feel for what was digging into their dresses. I found the two girls I was looking for, but I held back for a minute when the music changed to something slow. Without hesitating, Sadie threw her arms around my sister’s shoulders to hold her close; Becky in turn wrapped her own arms around Sadie’s waist, her hands resting on her bare back.

When the minute was up, I approached. Their eyes were closed during their silent spin, so I was able to sneak up behind Sadie undetected and unrecognized. She backed into me indiscriminately as I set my hands on my sister’s hips. Becky opened her eyes then, and upon seeing me, kissed me over Sadie’s shoulder.

We ground our hips together as though Sadie wasn’t between us; Sadie herself freed her hands to clutch our heads while we kissed. My own hands slid from Becky’s waist to Sadie’s, right to the knot on her sarong, which I made quick work of. When the cloth fell to the grass, I couldn’t help but spread her cheeks, clad only in a thin white thong, and rub my erection up and down her ill-disguised cleft.

She moaned and tilted her ass up to better receive me. “Oh, hey, Derrick,” she said upon opening her eyes. She took over my kiss with my sister, leaving me free for getting into other trouble. Becky, as soon as Sadie’s sarong fell away, slid her hands down Sadie’s back to cup her bottom, and she felt my hardness upon the tanned ass. She was then the one to spread the girl’s cheeks so I could push deeper between them.

My hands went back to Becky’s hips, but they were soon down to her ass, and I pulled her tight against Sadie, and therefore Sadie’s ass against my cock. Then I felt along Becky’s bare back and then her neck. This was my first real feel of her naked skin despite my two nights in a bed with her. They had stopped kissing by then, preferring to focus on what they were doing to tease one-another with their hands.

They parted about half a foot so they could take in each other’s bodies. Becky in her backless dress and no underwear, Sadie in nothing but underwear. Both were without their shoes. I took the opportunity to slide my hands to Becky’s front and into the sides of her dress to feel her breasts for the first time.

They were heavy, feeling much bigger than I ever made them out to be. It was obvious Becky had hidden her treasures well throughout the years. My warm hands made bumps on her breasts, and her nipples turned into hard points under my palms.

I pulled my hands out and made for Sadie’s waterproof bra; her breasts were obviously larger, and holding them with her back to me was much more comfortable. I decided to let my hands rest joined together at her waist, dipping dangerously down to her thong from the front.

As soon as my hands came away from Becky’s breasts, Sadie took up interest and began to flick her pointing nipples with a fingertip. Becky moaned, urging Sadie to lean right over and bite one of my sister’s nipples. With Sadie bent over, Becky and I had a moment. “I wanna fuck her,” I saw her lips say quietly. I answered her by brushing her lips faintly with mine. Oh how glad I was to have made her wait.

She moaned then; I saw Sadie had slipped her hand down to rub Becky’s pussy through her dress. She lifted her head back up, and Becky devoured her lips and clutched her breasts.

Sadie’s hand stayed where it was. When Becky had her fill of our new toy’s tits, she clutched my ass and pulled it tight, making my erection drill head first into Sadie from behind. With their bodies pressed close together again, my hands were out of sight to slip under Sadie’s panties to feel her wet mound.

The song ended, and hands fell to sides. There were vultures circling, trying to get in on the action. But another song started up, and the two girls were circling around me. Becky ended in front of me with Sadie behind. They danced raunchy to the raunchy music, squeezing me between their thinly-clad bodies. Becky’s back was to me so she could get a taste of what Sadie had been having; the rough material of her dress didn’t feel quite so good as Sadie’s near-bare ass, but knowing it was my sister craving my dick made it feel just fine.

Sadie’s tits on my back felt just as good. Becky turned around to feel a bit of me from the front, and in the passion of feeling my cock grind against her pussy, she pulled at Sadie’s head and kissed her over my shoulder. With a few more minutes gone by, the two circled around me again, landing in the opposite positions once they parked so we could go through the whole thing again. Despite everything I felt for Becky, feeling Sadie’s obvious experience when she rubbed her thong-glad pussy over the bulge in my pants made me want her desperately.

The band closed up shop for the five minutes, which would give us time to rest. We’d probably seek other dance partners to make the most of the night.

“A couple of us are going to nab a room upstairs,” I said to Sadie. Becky pulled herself under my arm after the music ended, leaving Sadie in her skivvies to stand alone. Not to ditch her, but to gawk at her body. “You think maybe you wanna join us?”

“Mmm… I donno. Are you gonna be there?” she asked of my sister.

Becky looked up at me, then again at Sadie’s body. “Definitely.”

“Then I’ll be there. I think I should catch a swim, unless you wanna help me find my clothes?”

“You enjoy yourself.”

“Come find me when you head up, yeah?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Becky answered.

We both watched her leave. With most of the couples outside swarming the bar, the two discarded pieces of Sadie’s dress were easy to find. She walked casually past them both.

“You feel like hanging out on the pool deck?” I asked my sister while watching the younger girl’s ass sway.

“Yeah.”

We both lazed in chaises at poolside, sipping sangria and watching the sharks chasing the dolphins. Some were in swimming suits like Sadie, others had grabbed undershorts and undershirts from boys to bathe in. A few girls had hiked up their dresses to let their bare legs dangle in the water while they socialized with the swimmers and the loungers.

There were a few highlights to be seen there. Since half the senior class of Cameron High seemed to have shown up, there was plenty to see. The girl’s and boy’s swim and water polo teams (usually the same people) were there, making the most noise. Several cheerleaders like Sadie were there; they were easy to spot, usually having the most extreme waist-to-hip ratio and or the largest breasts.

The swim-team girls, liberal in the private party, had donned the tiniest swimsuits ever. Not even the slutty cheerleaders could keep up with the experienced dressing of the swimmers nor the true submerged form of flirtation. The boys were mostly in swim trunks except for those that actually swam for the school.

There were repeated girly catcalls for the boys in their small red spandex suits, more so than for the girls, at least as far as their outfits were concerned. The real cheering began after the wrestling got under way.

The captain of the cheerleading squad had gotten into a scuffle with the girl’s water polo captain. The two girls were flopping about in the shallow end, going for one-another’s tops. It went on just long enough to start getting some attention before the cheerleader’s string bikini was easily untied, leaving her topless and her opponent grinning.

She fumed at the other girl, grabbed her by her short brown hair, and kissed her hard. While she had her distracted, she slid her fingers under the tight spandex of the near-non-existent top and pulled it over her head so that their breasts could mesh.

Becky and I decided we’d had enough, but only after the two girls slipped out of the water, topless, and disappeared, leaving their boyfriends behind. We found Sadie and chucked ice cubes at her until we got her attention.

As the three of us left the pool deck together, we were cut off by Sadie’s brother.

“Dude,” Bill said, seeing my sister on my left and his sister on my right, the two girls’ hands laced together behind me.

“Yup?”

He pulled me aside, leaving the girls to giggle together.

“That’s my sister, yo.”

“And?”

“…It’s my sister. She’s not like the rest. More important, I still gotta live with her.”

“Dude, it’s totally cool. I probly wasn’t even gonna do anything with her, but now you mention it…”

“Hey, guys!” I shouted at our sisters. They came padding over, hand in hand.

“Elizabeth,” I said to Becky, “meet Bill. I have but three close friends, and he’s one of them. He’s also too lazy to hunt his own scratch, and you two ladies together would probably kill me.”

Becky grinned wickedly as Bill took her hand. Even he didn’t recognize her in her beautiful dress.

“Hey, Honey-Butt,” Bill said to his sister.

“You too, Prick-Dick,” she answered.

“That’s not what you said last month,” he said coolly.

“I was too drunk to speak properly, dimpshint.”

Their banter brought us to the foot of the grand staircase in the front hall. We had recovered our shoes; we men wore shoes that worked well enough without socks. “Sockless Parties,” these gatherings were called on account of the pool. A low-class name for an other-wise dignified orgy in disguise. As we made our way up the stairs, we saw Sampson just disappearing into a room.

“Hey, mes amigos!” he shouted down just in time. “Come on up; I got a free room!”

The four of us hustled upstairs. “So, who’d old Sam find to entertain, or was he planning on jerking off in private?” Bill started when we got inside, but… Hello, beautiful. Didn’t expect to see you in here.”

There was Salamandy. Son of a bitch. We all thought she hated her brother, but she had gone upstairs with him, just the two of them.

“Well, isn’t this cozy?” she said when she saw Bill and I come in with our two sisters. “Honey, isn’t that your brother?”

“No,” she said, looking at me.

“Not him, the other one.”

“Oh, him? Yeah. Isn’t that your brother?” Sadie returned, notating Sam.

“I guess it is. Were you gonna…?”

“Why? Weren’t you?”

“Figured I’d give it a try; it’s a party, after all. You?”

“One more time couldn’t hurt.”

“What’s with the little princess?” Sally then asked after Becky, who was beaming in her dress and heels. Sally herself wore a simple black bellyless tube top and a long, black skirt with no slit.

“That’s Elizabeth,” Sadie said. “D-boy’s date.”

“What in fuck?” Sam laughed. “Sisters only, dude. Didn’t you hear?”

“Actually,” Becky said, turning to look at me, “I am his sister.” She kissed me on the spot, making everyone’s jaws drop.

“Well, are we gonna do this, or stand around staring?” Sally asked, unzipping her skirt.

“Let’s have the boys volunteer to get us some drinks while we get to know each other,” suggested Sadie, who took my sister from me and went to help Sally with her dress. A look and an eyebrow from both girls let the three of us know we had better get the fuck out of there pretty quick.

“Women,” Sam muttered on our way down the stairs.

At the bar, we ran into Dree.

“Bad luck, mate?” Bill asked.

“All three of them are gone,” he pouted.

“Come on, let’s get you laid. We’re doing a special. Group discount.”

When we collected what we needed, half-carrying Dree in tow, we slipped back upstairs and into the bedroom. Our three girls were in a pile on the huge bed, none of them with a stitch of clothes on, though they were still all wearing their heels. My eyebrow started to twitch.

“Poor Dree’s sisters bugged out on him,” Sam mocked. He shoved the dejected lad towards the bed, and immediately the three girls crowded him with affection.

“You just wait right there, pretty boy,” Sally said with cheer. “No cousin of mine is going to be left wanting.” She pulled on the nearest clothes item she could find, which happened to be my sister’s dress. Her breasts tried to bulge out the sides, but it was loose around the hips. In all, I thought she looked ravishing in it. Next to her, my naked sister gave me a little wave.

Sally was gone and back in seconds. “May I introduce Cindy,” she pulled in a beautiful blond wearing a square-lined green dress, “and Sara?” What was left of our jaws hit the floor. Sara had white silk criss-crossing her breasts, a little out of character for the simple dance, but no one was about to complain. Me, least of all.

“They’re not his sisters, either,” Sam jeered.

“They’re mine,” Sally interjected, “and they’re his cousins, too, since his sisters went and dumped him.”

Enough chatter. I got up to introduce myself to the twins, one of whom grabbed me and kissed me. The two of us never made it to the bed. Sally and Cindy did, but they made short work of Dree between the two of them. My dear sister seemed happy with Bill for the moment, and Sam was left with Sadie.

“I thought you didn’t partake,” I said to Sara after making her come on my cock for the fifth time. She was dry and she wasn’t a moaner, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t any good. Hell, she was very good. Color me surprised.

“Just because I don’t get drunk at parties and do it with whomever like some people,” she jabbed, but I honestly don’t know at whom. Every one of us was guilty except her twin sister, who was getting a taste of Dree’s talents while Sally urged him on.

Bill finished with my sister, who moved on to Sam. Sadie didn’t want to share, so she came to me, kicking Sara away. “Call me,” Sara said on her way out.

We went a few rounds; we had plenty of time. We all watched Sadie with Bill, which was every bit the riot we expected. Sadie, being Sadie, hates not having everyone’s attention. Sally seemed to own the room that night, which gave Sadie something to reach for, and she reached for it by bouncing on top of her brother like a madwoman.

Sally gave Sam a turn, but just once, and the twins wouldn’t touch him at all, also being his sisters. Everyone wanted to see me and Becky take a turn, but I shoved her at Sadie, since I’d had a hankering for the sight all night. Once they were done, Becky laid down on the floor with me. Everyone else stopped what they were doing to watch.

“Another day, okay?” she whispered to me. “I’m not gonna make you my third or fourth for a night; I want it to be special. Is that alright?”

“Sure, baby,” I whispered back. Then to our audience, I gave a little shake of my head. They all sighed their sorrow, but they were distracted with trying to get the three sisters together. It didn’t work, but Sara and Cindy made a sandwich out of Sadie, and Sally let Bill and Dree both take care of her at once. I was about done for the night, but Becky, being gracious, went to give Sam more service since she was half the population that would give him any access that night.

END

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