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Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
It has been awhile...
Katherine’s key slipped into the door, it was cold and she could see her breath. Her boots had clicked along the salted glittering sidewalk. Katherine was late. Traffic had been bad and she had texted from the traffic light, near his place. The cab driver had driven fast, but it had still taken more time than normal.
“Be there in about 5 minutes.”
There had been no response. She wondered absently what he was doing. Reading maybe? Talking on the phone? Had someone called?
She opened the door. Before she had a foot into the foyer, she felt a hand on her shoulder and he was pushing her back up against the wall, shutting the door at the same time. Katherine dropped her bag, just as his arm was pressed against her. Nigel’s hand pulled her hair, her head back and then as she gasps he kisses her. Hard. Katherine struggled to breath, feeling her bones melt into the wall, melted from the intensity of the kiss. A kiss that said, “I love you, I hate that you are late, I want you, I want to consume you, I am hungry for the essences of you and I want to bang you against the wall like the dirty slut I know you to be.”
The buttons of her coat give, under the instance of his fingers. She felt Nigel pushing it over her shoulders, applying pressure, making her feel the presence of his hands. She thought he would have torn at the buttons, had she not had to wear it home later. Quickly the coat pools at her feet, on the floor, near her boots, Katherine struggled against him, reaching to pick it up.
“Leave it.” Nigel hisses and then pressing against her, he kissed her again. Hard. With the passion of a week, pushed into the space between their lips, engulfing her.
Her skirt brushes against her thighs as he raising the hem, inch by inch, as they kiss. She is participating now. No longer bowled over by his presence. She is meeting him, sucking in the energy between them, letting it carry her. Nigel’s considerable desire feeding her escalating desire.
She felt the last firm yank of her skirt as he raises it up, fully exposing her ass. The next thing she knows, her panties are pulled from her and Nigel’s hand is between her legs. She is wet. She was wet even before she sent the text from the traffic light. Katherine feels his fingers sink into her and she moans into the kiss. Moving her hips, enjoying the warmth building up through her belly and down her neck, as Nigel begins to play, driving her higher.
Breaking the kiss, Nigel whispers in her ear. Nothing really, just vibrations, a hum, his lips warm against her up-do. She feels his hand driving thru her hair, pulling out the pins and releasing the claw, holding the mass of dark hair. Absently Katherine thinks about the time she had spent on her hair. Winding it up and placing it just so. It matters not now, Nigel’s warm hard hand grasping the strands, pushing her closer to the wall, as if he could press her into the wall and the wall would somehow open up to cradle her, the way her body was opening to cradle him.
Suddenly, Nigel’s hand pulled out of her hair and the other from her pussy, Katherine pouts just a bit, feeling suddenly needy and aggressive.
“Stay.” Nigel says, as he presses her with one arm into the wall and pressing her legs open, her lower back pressing into the wall firmly, then one hand on his belt buckle, loosening, sliding his pants over his ass, rolling on a condom, all the while she feel as if she is hurling into space and melting all at once. Her grasp of the motion around her fades, as all her senses focus on the fact that Nigel is going to fuck her. He is going to press her into the wall and press into her; and fuck her hard against the wall.
Raising her right leg, to wrap slightly around his waist, Katherine’s left leg balancing on the floor in the obscene move of a ballerina, she gasps as suddenly his cock is filling her.
Without warning, no time for her to adjust to the invasion or settle into the feeling of being full, his hands grip her hips and press her into the wall and then, without warning he is moving, fucking in and out of her, hard, deep thrusts. His lips devour hers and Katherine is engulfed, completely mastered in that moment, it is as if she is open, a vessel for his lust. He is hungry.
At first Katherine is very aware of the wall, hard and cool against her back, but as the heat from their bodies intensifies, she is lost, only aware of their bodies, of the pleasure singing through her veins, of being formless and grounded; tied to him, in this quest.
Breaking the kiss, his lips eat along her neck and then stop at her ear.
Nigel begins to count.
Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Katherine gasps. “Oh God.” She is going to come. He is fucking her hard and it vibrates through her, into the wall and back again. The force of each thrust and the push back of the hard cold plaster, she feels it in every part of her.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Nigel is whispering and she can feel it in him too. He is awash in the pleasure. He wanted her and he is taking her. He was hungry and now he is devouring her.
Three.
Two.
One.
“Come.”
And with that whispered grunt, Katherine feels him tense, as she feels her orgasm break free, like a tidal wave. She is unbound, as her hair was unbound, only in a rush. She screams into his kiss, his lips had moved to hers as they came. His a tensing, a tightening and a snap of the bow and hers a wave or a rushed opening, not an explosion, but certainly the sense of even more openness.
Before Katherine came back to reality, she feel s as if she is floating like a balloon, only isn’t, Nigel is lifting her. Placing her in the chair, overstuffed and large, Katherine dimly realizing she feels small in this big chair.
Nigel’s large hand pushes her back and slides her ass roughly forward, so that her creamy, smooth ass and legs are on the edge of the chair. Her legs, being pushed up and open and over the arms of the chair, in a fluid motion, leaving her spread open. Katherine feels naked. In truth she is still dressed, her skirt up around her waist, her knee hi socks and boots still on her feet.
Fuzzy and hazy she looks down, at Nigel. She is fuzzy and hazy and Nigel, he is intent. Before Katherine can say a word, his fingers, one then two are in her, parting the wet flesh of her pussy, seeking her g-spot, and then his mouth, devouring her pussy, tongue lashing her clit and before Katherine can gasp a second breath, she is begging, begging to come, begging to give into the intensity.
Nigel pulls back enough to bark a quick “no.” before resuming his assault; his fingers fucking in and out of her, his tongue and lips caressing and licking and nipping. Katherine thinks dimly somewhere in her pleasure clouded mind, this, this is why they call it “eating.” She feels utterly consumed and all the while, she is wanting more. More. Just a little bit more.
Katherine knows she is supposed to wait. She feels like she is going to burst, like a cork out of the shaken bottle of champagne. Waiting though is its own special pleasure, a newly discovered pleasure. But it is also a trial. Ever defiant, Katherine does not want to wait. Just as Nigel did not want to wait as she walked in the door. But she waits, letting the pleasure build up behind that damn, the one they have built together, the “special trick” he called it.
Nigel’s fingers are relentless now. He knows her body well and he knows what she craves. Locked in a battle now, can he push her over the edge, how far can he push her, will she break. Will she cry out first? Will she disobey? How badly will she let the ache build?
“Please.” Katherine murmurs quietly.
Nigel continues to feast and fuck her with his fingers. She is thrashing her hips and beginning to babble. Her hands pull his hair and she can feel the tension building, the tension between them and within her. She wants to come. She wants it. She wants what he will not give her.
“Please. Please. Oh fuck, Nigel. Please.” Katherine starts to beg.
Nigel stops and pulls back. Katherine knows now that he will watch. He likes to watch her come. That is his special treat. To sit back and watch her as her mind leaves her body and her body becomes consumed in the electricity of the tension between them. Being wholly one – mind and body, but also apart, as if ripped asunder, as the damn bursts and the pleasure flows free. Katherine thinks, that is how it is – the pleasure is within her, all the time, that power, but she has to break open, in order to let it flow. The act of breaking, of surrendering her guard, of giving into the forces within her, brings her the burst of light, the ecstasy.
Nigel’s fingers continue their assault. She is bucking her hips and can feel the cracks, forming one by one, the achy needy feeling building within her.
He is looking at her now, she can feel it. Her eyes are closed, consumed by the colors she sees behind her eyes and her need to hold the dam up, to not let the burst of pleasure go; there is contentment in the climb, eating the drops of sugar as they fall, the sweetness of agony very poignant.
“Count.”
As if in the mist, she hears her voice, low and sweet, begin to count. Slowly. Why so slowly she wonders.
“Five…four… three, oh, uhhhh, two…..one…” then a pause. The silence stretches slowly, like taffy on a warm day.
“Come.” The word whispered and then it is if gasoline has been thrown on the fire. The damn bursts and she hears in the distance a scream, so sweet and so fierce.
“Again.” Nigel commands.
And as with the tide during a storm, Katherine feels herself rolling again, hears the scream and the moans and feels the waves hit her, and drag her away and then his voice is quieter and deeper, his hand still pushing her.
“One more time.”
And she does, opening her eyes and drinking in the naked hunger and the mastery, in a pale blue fire.
As if on a low tide, sweeping at her, as her eyes flutter close, Katherine feels his fingers, receding as the fierce wind is receding, Fee ling formless, battered and alive, Katherine floats.
In a swoop, Nigel lifts Katherine and cradles her against his warm chest and the gentle rocking motion continues, making her feel almost sea sick, until she lands on the soft mattress. Her skirt and sweater removed, her boots, and then warm arms and a warm body surround her, like an envelope.
Quietly. Just the sound of breath.
Until, she hears nothing but their heartbeats, the music of her dreams.
“Be there in about 5 minutes.”
There had been no response. She wondered absently what he was doing. Reading maybe? Talking on the phone? Had someone called?
She opened the door. Before she had a foot into the foyer, she felt a hand on her shoulder and he was pushing her back up against the wall, shutting the door at the same time. Katherine dropped her bag, just as his arm was pressed against her. Nigel’s hand pulled her hair, her head back and then as she gasps he kisses her. Hard. Katherine struggled to breath, feeling her bones melt into the wall, melted from the intensity of the kiss. A kiss that said, “I love you, I hate that you are late, I want you, I want to consume you, I am hungry for the essences of you and I want to bang you against the wall like the dirty slut I know you to be.”
The buttons of her coat give, under the instance of his fingers. She felt Nigel pushing it over her shoulders, applying pressure, making her feel the presence of his hands. She thought he would have torn at the buttons, had she not had to wear it home later. Quickly the coat pools at her feet, on the floor, near her boots, Katherine struggled against him, reaching to pick it up.
“Leave it.” Nigel hisses and then pressing against her, he kissed her again. Hard. With the passion of a week, pushed into the space between their lips, engulfing her.
Her skirt brushes against her thighs as he raising the hem, inch by inch, as they kiss. She is participating now. No longer bowled over by his presence. She is meeting him, sucking in the energy between them, letting it carry her. Nigel’s considerable desire feeding her escalating desire.
She felt the last firm yank of her skirt as he raises it up, fully exposing her ass. The next thing she knows, her panties are pulled from her and Nigel’s hand is between her legs. She is wet. She was wet even before she sent the text from the traffic light. Katherine feels his fingers sink into her and she moans into the kiss. Moving her hips, enjoying the warmth building up through her belly and down her neck, as Nigel begins to play, driving her higher.
Breaking the kiss, Nigel whispers in her ear. Nothing really, just vibrations, a hum, his lips warm against her up-do. She feels his hand driving thru her hair, pulling out the pins and releasing the claw, holding the mass of dark hair. Absently Katherine thinks about the time she had spent on her hair. Winding it up and placing it just so. It matters not now, Nigel’s warm hard hand grasping the strands, pushing her closer to the wall, as if he could press her into the wall and the wall would somehow open up to cradle her, the way her body was opening to cradle him.
Suddenly, Nigel’s hand pulled out of her hair and the other from her pussy, Katherine pouts just a bit, feeling suddenly needy and aggressive.
“Stay.” Nigel says, as he presses her with one arm into the wall and pressing her legs open, her lower back pressing into the wall firmly, then one hand on his belt buckle, loosening, sliding his pants over his ass, rolling on a condom, all the while she feel as if she is hurling into space and melting all at once. Her grasp of the motion around her fades, as all her senses focus on the fact that Nigel is going to fuck her. He is going to press her into the wall and press into her; and fuck her hard against the wall.
Raising her right leg, to wrap slightly around his waist, Katherine’s left leg balancing on the floor in the obscene move of a ballerina, she gasps as suddenly his cock is filling her.
Without warning, no time for her to adjust to the invasion or settle into the feeling of being full, his hands grip her hips and press her into the wall and then, without warning he is moving, fucking in and out of her, hard, deep thrusts. His lips devour hers and Katherine is engulfed, completely mastered in that moment, it is as if she is open, a vessel for his lust. He is hungry.
At first Katherine is very aware of the wall, hard and cool against her back, but as the heat from their bodies intensifies, she is lost, only aware of their bodies, of the pleasure singing through her veins, of being formless and grounded; tied to him, in this quest.
Breaking the kiss, his lips eat along her neck and then stop at her ear.
Nigel begins to count.
Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Katherine gasps. “Oh God.” She is going to come. He is fucking her hard and it vibrates through her, into the wall and back again. The force of each thrust and the push back of the hard cold plaster, she feels it in every part of her.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Nigel is whispering and she can feel it in him too. He is awash in the pleasure. He wanted her and he is taking her. He was hungry and now he is devouring her.
Three.
Two.
One.
“Come.”
And with that whispered grunt, Katherine feels him tense, as she feels her orgasm break free, like a tidal wave. She is unbound, as her hair was unbound, only in a rush. She screams into his kiss, his lips had moved to hers as they came. His a tensing, a tightening and a snap of the bow and hers a wave or a rushed opening, not an explosion, but certainly the sense of even more openness.
Before Katherine came back to reality, she feel s as if she is floating like a balloon, only isn’t, Nigel is lifting her. Placing her in the chair, overstuffed and large, Katherine dimly realizing she feels small in this big chair.
Nigel’s large hand pushes her back and slides her ass roughly forward, so that her creamy, smooth ass and legs are on the edge of the chair. Her legs, being pushed up and open and over the arms of the chair, in a fluid motion, leaving her spread open. Katherine feels naked. In truth she is still dressed, her skirt up around her waist, her knee hi socks and boots still on her feet.
Fuzzy and hazy she looks down, at Nigel. She is fuzzy and hazy and Nigel, he is intent. Before Katherine can say a word, his fingers, one then two are in her, parting the wet flesh of her pussy, seeking her g-spot, and then his mouth, devouring her pussy, tongue lashing her clit and before Katherine can gasp a second breath, she is begging, begging to come, begging to give into the intensity.
Nigel pulls back enough to bark a quick “no.” before resuming his assault; his fingers fucking in and out of her, his tongue and lips caressing and licking and nipping. Katherine thinks dimly somewhere in her pleasure clouded mind, this, this is why they call it “eating.” She feels utterly consumed and all the while, she is wanting more. More. Just a little bit more.
Katherine knows she is supposed to wait. She feels like she is going to burst, like a cork out of the shaken bottle of champagne. Waiting though is its own special pleasure, a newly discovered pleasure. But it is also a trial. Ever defiant, Katherine does not want to wait. Just as Nigel did not want to wait as she walked in the door. But she waits, letting the pleasure build up behind that damn, the one they have built together, the “special trick” he called it.
Nigel’s fingers are relentless now. He knows her body well and he knows what she craves. Locked in a battle now, can he push her over the edge, how far can he push her, will she break. Will she cry out first? Will she disobey? How badly will she let the ache build?
“Please.” Katherine murmurs quietly.
Nigel continues to feast and fuck her with his fingers. She is thrashing her hips and beginning to babble. Her hands pull his hair and she can feel the tension building, the tension between them and within her. She wants to come. She wants it. She wants what he will not give her.
“Please. Please. Oh fuck, Nigel. Please.” Katherine starts to beg.
Nigel stops and pulls back. Katherine knows now that he will watch. He likes to watch her come. That is his special treat. To sit back and watch her as her mind leaves her body and her body becomes consumed in the electricity of the tension between them. Being wholly one – mind and body, but also apart, as if ripped asunder, as the damn bursts and the pleasure flows free. Katherine thinks, that is how it is – the pleasure is within her, all the time, that power, but she has to break open, in order to let it flow. The act of breaking, of surrendering her guard, of giving into the forces within her, brings her the burst of light, the ecstasy.
Nigel’s fingers continue their assault. She is bucking her hips and can feel the cracks, forming one by one, the achy needy feeling building within her.
He is looking at her now, she can feel it. Her eyes are closed, consumed by the colors she sees behind her eyes and her need to hold the dam up, to not let the burst of pleasure go; there is contentment in the climb, eating the drops of sugar as they fall, the sweetness of agony very poignant.
“Count.”
As if in the mist, she hears her voice, low and sweet, begin to count. Slowly. Why so slowly she wonders.
“Five…four… three, oh, uhhhh, two…..one…” then a pause. The silence stretches slowly, like taffy on a warm day.
“Come.” The word whispered and then it is if gasoline has been thrown on the fire. The damn bursts and she hears in the distance a scream, so sweet and so fierce.
“Again.” Nigel commands.
And as with the tide during a storm, Katherine feels herself rolling again, hears the scream and the moans and feels the waves hit her, and drag her away and then his voice is quieter and deeper, his hand still pushing her.
“One more time.”
And she does, opening her eyes and drinking in the naked hunger and the mastery, in a pale blue fire.
As if on a low tide, sweeping at her, as her eyes flutter close, Katherine feels his fingers, receding as the fierce wind is receding, Fee ling formless, battered and alive, Katherine floats.
In a swoop, Nigel lifts Katherine and cradles her against his warm chest and the gentle rocking motion continues, making her feel almost sea sick, until she lands on the soft mattress. Her skirt and sweater removed, her boots, and then warm arms and a warm body surround her, like an envelope.
Quietly. Just the sound of breath.
Until, she hears nothing but their heartbeats, the music of her dreams.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Summer
I have spring fever...
This is one of the first works I wrote of his point of view. There are follow up stories... just wait...
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We were sitting on the patio. I was reading the paper, really I was pretending to read the paper, but actually I was watching my girlfriend read. She was sitting in the chase lounger and had her legs pulled up, knees up slightly and open. She was wearing a short skirt with a tight little t-shirt. No bra. The best I could tell, she really was reading her book. I shifted my chair, so I could see her legs a bit better. She looked up, eyes scrunching up, silently questioning what I was up to. I wanted to get a good look at her legs, actually I wanted to know if she was wearing underwear.
"I was just moving, trying to get more light." The sun was setting, not the smartest comeback ever.
She just smiled and went back to reading.
I pretended to keep reading as well.
I glanced over again; damn she does have panties on. My mind kept thinking about pussy. Could I get her to give it up on the deck, during twilight? Normally she was freaked out about the neighbors. Granted they might hear her - but damn - we had a privacy fence. No one would see her but me. She shifted her weight from right to left; her skirt rode up a bit more.
Shit, she did not have on panties, she had on a thong. Fuck. Now all I could think about getting her to play along.
"Hey, how about you come over here and sit with me." Right this was going to work. In three years had I learned anything? When she was reading, she was reading. No stopping her, until she was done or had to piss like a racehorse.
She glanced over at me and raised an eyebrow.
Yeah, I have my work cut out for me.
So I pretended to read again. All the while, the combination of the mean girl look she had just cast me, the sexy fall of her legs, the thong, the thought of her in my lap and the warm summer night, were combining to make the pursuit of pussy my number one concern. My cock was ready to go.
Still, would it work, was it worth trying for the outdoor adventure?
Yeah, it was so going to be worth it.
I stood up, went inside and came back with a blanket, which I draped over the back of my chair. Then I went back inside, returning with the remaining wine from dinner and two fresh glasses. I knelt down by her chair and reached for her book, turning a corner down, marking her page, closed the book and set it on the seat of my chair.
Before she could protest, I kissed her. Full on. We so were going to fuck on patio. Neighbors be damned.
She reached around me at first, to try and push me away and reach for her book, but at that moment I slipped my hand up her skirt and let my hand rest on her inner thigh. Her skin was soft and warm to the touch. Like warm water, just not wet - yet. I kept up with the kissing, using my tongue to glide along her lips, delving into her mouth and then nipping at her lush lips just a bit. Her hands were now relaxed against my chest. They felt a bit warm thru my t-shirt. MMM, I was getting somewhere.
Moving my hand upwards again, still kissing her, I reached the waistband of her low-rise thong. Man, she could really pick underwear. We were so going to fuck tonight on the patio. I began to ease the thong down her legs, stopping at her knees. Yeah, just like that. She was now trying to break the kiss.
"Hey, John what are you doing?" she asks in all seriousness.
I am going to have to work harder. Kissing my way up her neck to her ear, I breathe slightly against her for a few seconds and then I pull out all the stops and decide to go for broke.
"Planning to make you cum like a freight train and then fuck you senseless."
She gasps. Looks up at me with eyes mixed with shock and heat. Yeah, she wants me to do that.
Wasting no time, as I am really ready to go now. I slide my hand up her thigh, over her bare pussy and went right for the good stuff. No holding back tonight.
I ran my fingers along the outer edge of her pussy. Feeling the softness, the wetness. All the while whispering in her ear naughty things. Telling her how much I wanted to fuck her on the patio, how hot her pussy felt to my hand, how I was going to eat her pussy and make her cum.
I slowly, worked one finger into her. She was wet and tight and moaning, as I flexed my finger, slightly, I kissed her again. There was so much I wanted to do and all at once. I slipped another finger into her and then rubbed my thumb around her clit. Her legs fell open, I could tell she was getting into it and had forgotten her book. As I kept working at her, varying the speed of my thrusting fingers, I began easing her down the chase, until I had her legs over my shoulders.
"Grab onto the handles and do not let go."
I then lowered my head and let my warm breath flow over her pussy. "I am going to lick and suck on your pussy until you are begging me to let you cum."
She whimpered and I dipped my head and licked around her wet outer lips. I used my hands to spread out her pussy and then licked and circled and licked and circled. Making sure to avoid her clit. Her hips were rocking in rhythm with my licks. Slowly I worked my fingers back into her and then licked and sucked at her clit. She was moaning and then begging, "Please John. Let me cum. It feels so good. Just like that. Ahhhh."
As she continued to moan and babble slightly, I worked in a third finger. Then I felt her pussy closing tighter around my fingers. Squeezing and gloving. Then I felt her arch her back and moan as she came and came. She was looking at me with wide eyes, rich with pleasure. Her legs relaxed and dropped open against the chase.
I stood, sat down beside her and guided her up and over me. I was sitting up and I settled her onto my lap, facing into the yard. While she was still limp form her orgasm, I began playing with her breasts. Pinching her nipples and kissing and eating along the back of her neck.
Then I settled her over my raging cock and then she took over, easing her way over me. Taking me inside, slowly, inch by inch. I had started out this way, to give her the chance to ease into it. But she was so wet and so hot, I could not go slow for very long. I let her play just a bit and then, pushing on her back, I eased her forward, so that she was on her hands and knees, me still buried deep inside of her. I raised up, took in the view of her lovely ass, white and firm, in all the right places. Taking her from behind was always a wild ride.
She was pushing back against me. I gave her a firm slap on her ass. She gasped and moaned. Then I grabbed her hips and set up a steady in and out motion. Increasing the tempo slightly, I leaned over and told her again, how good she felt around me, how I loved taking her from behind. She was moaning again. I knew the neighbors could hear her, so I reach forward and offered two on my fingers. The two that had been inside her. She licked at them and then sucked them into her mouth. Sucking as if they were the very best candy.
I could tell she was close to coming again, so I leaned forward again and whispered, " that's right, my little slut. suck him. keep him busy, while I am fucking you." I knew she liked this idea. Two guys at once. It never failed to make her cum and cum hard.
I could feel her muscles tensing around my cock. Tightening, squeezing me tighter. Then I felt her ripple around me, as she moaned and sucked harder on my fingers.
Then I felt my balls tighten and my cock grow more rigid. Then I came, just as she began to cum again. I bit down on my tongue to stifle the moan, roaring up my throat.
We both fell into the chase, Lisa snuggled into my arms. I pulled the blanket around us, and we watched as the sun sank away into the night.
This is one of the first works I wrote of his point of view. There are follow up stories... just wait...
****
We were sitting on the patio. I was reading the paper, really I was pretending to read the paper, but actually I was watching my girlfriend read. She was sitting in the chase lounger and had her legs pulled up, knees up slightly and open. She was wearing a short skirt with a tight little t-shirt. No bra. The best I could tell, she really was reading her book. I shifted my chair, so I could see her legs a bit better. She looked up, eyes scrunching up, silently questioning what I was up to. I wanted to get a good look at her legs, actually I wanted to know if she was wearing underwear.
"I was just moving, trying to get more light." The sun was setting, not the smartest comeback ever.
She just smiled and went back to reading.
I pretended to keep reading as well.
I glanced over again; damn she does have panties on. My mind kept thinking about pussy. Could I get her to give it up on the deck, during twilight? Normally she was freaked out about the neighbors. Granted they might hear her - but damn - we had a privacy fence. No one would see her but me. She shifted her weight from right to left; her skirt rode up a bit more.
Shit, she did not have on panties, she had on a thong. Fuck. Now all I could think about getting her to play along.
"Hey, how about you come over here and sit with me." Right this was going to work. In three years had I learned anything? When she was reading, she was reading. No stopping her, until she was done or had to piss like a racehorse.
She glanced over at me and raised an eyebrow.
Yeah, I have my work cut out for me.
So I pretended to read again. All the while, the combination of the mean girl look she had just cast me, the sexy fall of her legs, the thong, the thought of her in my lap and the warm summer night, were combining to make the pursuit of pussy my number one concern. My cock was ready to go.
Still, would it work, was it worth trying for the outdoor adventure?
Yeah, it was so going to be worth it.
I stood up, went inside and came back with a blanket, which I draped over the back of my chair. Then I went back inside, returning with the remaining wine from dinner and two fresh glasses. I knelt down by her chair and reached for her book, turning a corner down, marking her page, closed the book and set it on the seat of my chair.
Before she could protest, I kissed her. Full on. We so were going to fuck on patio. Neighbors be damned.
She reached around me at first, to try and push me away and reach for her book, but at that moment I slipped my hand up her skirt and let my hand rest on her inner thigh. Her skin was soft and warm to the touch. Like warm water, just not wet - yet. I kept up with the kissing, using my tongue to glide along her lips, delving into her mouth and then nipping at her lush lips just a bit. Her hands were now relaxed against my chest. They felt a bit warm thru my t-shirt. MMM, I was getting somewhere.
Moving my hand upwards again, still kissing her, I reached the waistband of her low-rise thong. Man, she could really pick underwear. We were so going to fuck tonight on the patio. I began to ease the thong down her legs, stopping at her knees. Yeah, just like that. She was now trying to break the kiss.
"Hey, John what are you doing?" she asks in all seriousness.
I am going to have to work harder. Kissing my way up her neck to her ear, I breathe slightly against her for a few seconds and then I pull out all the stops and decide to go for broke.
"Planning to make you cum like a freight train and then fuck you senseless."
She gasps. Looks up at me with eyes mixed with shock and heat. Yeah, she wants me to do that.
Wasting no time, as I am really ready to go now. I slide my hand up her thigh, over her bare pussy and went right for the good stuff. No holding back tonight.
I ran my fingers along the outer edge of her pussy. Feeling the softness, the wetness. All the while whispering in her ear naughty things. Telling her how much I wanted to fuck her on the patio, how hot her pussy felt to my hand, how I was going to eat her pussy and make her cum.
I slowly, worked one finger into her. She was wet and tight and moaning, as I flexed my finger, slightly, I kissed her again. There was so much I wanted to do and all at once. I slipped another finger into her and then rubbed my thumb around her clit. Her legs fell open, I could tell she was getting into it and had forgotten her book. As I kept working at her, varying the speed of my thrusting fingers, I began easing her down the chase, until I had her legs over my shoulders.
"Grab onto the handles and do not let go."
I then lowered my head and let my warm breath flow over her pussy. "I am going to lick and suck on your pussy until you are begging me to let you cum."
She whimpered and I dipped my head and licked around her wet outer lips. I used my hands to spread out her pussy and then licked and circled and licked and circled. Making sure to avoid her clit. Her hips were rocking in rhythm with my licks. Slowly I worked my fingers back into her and then licked and sucked at her clit. She was moaning and then begging, "Please John. Let me cum. It feels so good. Just like that. Ahhhh."
As she continued to moan and babble slightly, I worked in a third finger. Then I felt her pussy closing tighter around my fingers. Squeezing and gloving. Then I felt her arch her back and moan as she came and came. She was looking at me with wide eyes, rich with pleasure. Her legs relaxed and dropped open against the chase.
I stood, sat down beside her and guided her up and over me. I was sitting up and I settled her onto my lap, facing into the yard. While she was still limp form her orgasm, I began playing with her breasts. Pinching her nipples and kissing and eating along the back of her neck.
Then I settled her over my raging cock and then she took over, easing her way over me. Taking me inside, slowly, inch by inch. I had started out this way, to give her the chance to ease into it. But she was so wet and so hot, I could not go slow for very long. I let her play just a bit and then, pushing on her back, I eased her forward, so that she was on her hands and knees, me still buried deep inside of her. I raised up, took in the view of her lovely ass, white and firm, in all the right places. Taking her from behind was always a wild ride.
She was pushing back against me. I gave her a firm slap on her ass. She gasped and moaned. Then I grabbed her hips and set up a steady in and out motion. Increasing the tempo slightly, I leaned over and told her again, how good she felt around me, how I loved taking her from behind. She was moaning again. I knew the neighbors could hear her, so I reach forward and offered two on my fingers. The two that had been inside her. She licked at them and then sucked them into her mouth. Sucking as if they were the very best candy.
I could tell she was close to coming again, so I leaned forward again and whispered, " that's right, my little slut. suck him. keep him busy, while I am fucking you." I knew she liked this idea. Two guys at once. It never failed to make her cum and cum hard.
I could feel her muscles tensing around my cock. Tightening, squeezing me tighter. Then I felt her ripple around me, as she moaned and sucked harder on my fingers.
Then I felt my balls tighten and my cock grow more rigid. Then I came, just as she began to cum again. I bit down on my tongue to stifle the moan, roaring up my throat.
We both fell into the chase, Lisa snuggled into my arms. I pulled the blanket around us, and we watched as the sun sank away into the night.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
After Party
"Come to the party. No really you should come." he said.
She was uncertain. Her partner was not going to be in town and the party would be mostly couples. Nothing like being a third wheel.
"Seriously come to the party. Katherine wants to meet you."
"Ok, I guess I can stop by for a little bit, I would like to meet her also."
After work on Friday night, Nan went shopping, looking for a birthday present for her niece and stopping by one of her favorite boutiques.
Working in a creative agency meant she could dress in an eclectic style which suited her mood. Today she had picked a sensible knee length A-line skirt, stockings with a seam up the back, some amazing platform spectators and an ivory sweater set. She had fastened her blonde locks back with a fabric headband which matched her skirt. Pearls completed the sweet and demur fifties look. Underneath however, she had boy short panties with attached garters and a push up bra, both in beige with little pink flowers.
As the sun was setting, she headed towards Nigel and Katherine's party. She really would rather just go home, but Nigel would be so sad or angry or both if she stood them up. It was not as if she had not had drinks with Nigel before without Martin joining them.
Nigel lived a few blocks from the subway station and about 5 blocks from her townhouse.
Walking up the tree lined street, she paused in front of the townhouse and adjusted her stockings. The walked had caused her seams to work their way off center. One couldn't have seams off kilter.
Ringing the bell and waiting, Nigel's footsteps getting closer with every breath.
"Nan, how good of you to come. I was worried you wouldn't make it. Come, Come in, we just opened a bottle of Malbec and Sampson is about to bore us with stories from his childhood adventures in Rhodesia."
Nan ducked inside. Really ready for a glass of wine, less so for Sampson's travelogues. Nigel was older than she by a dozen years and as a professor of art history, very studious. Less creative. Martin and she kept more lively company, but Nigel was a good friend and she did enjoy his parties, if only because they reminded her of what she had always thought grown up parties might be like.
After three boring stories, several pointless conversations with friends of Nigel's she simply did not know, Nan had ingested two glasses of wine and very little food. Heading to the kitchen with an empty wine glass, Nan saw Katherine, in the kitchen freshening plates of cheese and loading the dishwasher.
"Ah you must be Nan." Katherine said with a warm smile and a sparkle in her eye.
Nan nodded, setting the glass on the counter and adjusting the hem of her sweater.
"You must be Katherine. Nice to finally meet you. I saw you earlier, but I was trapped in the study talking to, um, what is his name?"
"George. He works in my office. He is a bore."
Nan nodded. He was indeed a bore.
"I love your outfit, very creative and fun. You look beautiful, even after a day at the office."
Nan blushed, thinking that was an odd thing for a woman to say.
"Can I help you with something."
"Do you mind emptying the other dishwasher, I expect people will be leaving soon and we will need to reload."
Katherine walked out of the kitchen, with a platter of cheese and crackers, her heels clicking nicely on the hardwood floors. Nan admired her stride, even and purposeful. Katherine was an art appraiser and owned her own firm. Nan gathered she traveled a fair amount, given that many of her clients were museums and insurance companies.
Lost in thought as she emptied the dishwasher, she did not hear Katherine come back into the kitchen, until Katerine said, "My for a full skirt, it certainly shows your ass very nicely. Tucked in at the waist and then flowing over your hips so smoothly."
Nan turned to face Katherine, who stood behind her, a lite cigarette in her left hand and a very knowing smile on her face.
"Nigel lets you smoke in here?"
"Not in general, but tonight I think he will overlook the transgression."
Katherine took a drag and blew the blueish smoke out through her nose.
Nan realized it was not tobacco, but instead something else entirely.
Katherine held the joint out for Nan to take.
"Go ahead. It is seriously smooth."
Nan took a drag, feeling the burn in her throat and then closing her eyes, imagining the blueish smoke filling her and then flowing out her nose like mist. Katherine was right, it was seriously smooth.
Nan passed it back to Katherine, who took another drag off the joint and quickly handed it back to Nan.
Nan repeated the gesture, and after one last drag Katherine took a saucer and extinguished the joint and smiled warmly at Nan.
"Let's finish up in here and then we can go enjoy the rest of the party."
Nan finished the dishwasher and then hopped up on the counter and sat watching Katherine as she efficiently worked on stacking platters and wrapping up the leftovers and tucking them into the large commercial refrigerator.
"Nan, pull your skirt up." Katrine instructed. Had Nan paused to think about this, it would have seemed strange, but instead Nan reached for the hem of her skirt and pulled the fabric up above her knees.
"Stockings. I knew it. So sexy Nan. You are like a bit of chiffon pie, just begging to be eaten."
Katherine stalked to the counter, promptly putting her hands under the bunched fabric of Nan's skirt and rubbing the smooth creamy skin of Nan's slender thighs. Small circles at first and then increasing in size, allowing her thumbs to absently rub, against the damp satin of Nan's panties. At first Nan thought she should stop Katherine, this felt weird, being intimate with Nigel's girlfriend. Then as that thought flit through her mind, Nan saw herself kissing Katherine. Soft wet, open mouth kisses.
Feeling giddy and turned on, Nan leaned forward, closing her eyes and kissed Katerine, gently at first, just a bit of pressure on her lips and then with more insistence. Surprisingly as Nan felt Katherine's hands slide under the fabric of her panties, Katherine's lips parted slightly and Nan took the chance to deepen the kiss. As Nan snuck her tongue pass Katherine's lips and kissed her softly, then deeply and then softly again, twining her hands through her black long hair, enjoying the feel of the silky strands as they flowed through her fingers like silken waves.
Katherine continued to caress and probe between Nan's spread legs, first circling her clit one way and then the other. Then she slide one finger inside and probed. Nan was wet. Since Nan had sat on the edge of the counter, which formed the breakfast bar, Katherine reached up and pressed her other hand against Nan's breast bone. Breaking the kisses, Katherine said, "Lay back."
Nan obeyed without thinking. She had a good idea what Katherine was about and she decided she wanted it. She had never been with a woman, before, but the kisses had drugged her as much as the joint had and really what was the harm?
Katherine unsnapped the garters and eased the panties over Nan's slim hips, down her legs and over the heels of her shoes. Then Katherine's lips ate a trail back up Nan's leg and her fingered trailed along the other. Nan, leaned up, so that she could see, Katherine's gorgeous black hair floating along the line of her spread legs.
Before Nan could take a deep breath and prepare herself for the feel of Katherine's lips on her pussy, Nan gasp, as Katherine drove two fingers deep insides and began to lash her clit with her tongue. Before Nan knew it, she was gasping for air and trying not to yell out in her pleasure. Normally it took her a while to reach the brink, but Katherine had her there almost immediately.
Just as Nan thought she was going to explode, Katherine stopped and began to right Nan's skirt.
Nan blinked. Leaning up. Looking first at Katherine and then over her shoulder. The kitchen door had moved.
"Shhh..." Katherine murmured
After a long silence stretched between them, Nan felt her skirt brushing against her thighs as Katherine pulled it upward and then again Katherine surprised her. The gentlest of kisses against her inner thigh, near the crease of her leg and Katherine kissing the gentle downward slope of her stomach, the line where her navel melted into her pussy. Butterfly light kisses. Each press of Katherine's lips made Nan twitch.
Just as Nan allowed herself to sink into the counter and relax and allow Katherine to play and tantalize them both, Nan heard a noise. Looking towards the door, she saw Nigel, standing in the center of the kitchen, his gaze fixed on them. His eyes dark, hungry.
Nan tried to sit up but before she could master her strength and raise herself up or find her voice, she feels a hard, warm hand on her belly.
"Stay." Nigel says, his voice deep.
It is then Nan notices the chair.
Nigel settles on the chair and just as he crosses his legs and leans back, obvious hard, Nan gasps, as Katherine lips envelop her clit and her fingers burrow deep, seeking Nan's g-spot.
Meeting Nigel's eyes, Nan allows herself to melt and before she knows it, all she hears are Nigel's deep breaths and her own screams.
She was uncertain. Her partner was not going to be in town and the party would be mostly couples. Nothing like being a third wheel.
"Seriously come to the party. Katherine wants to meet you."
"Ok, I guess I can stop by for a little bit, I would like to meet her also."
After work on Friday night, Nan went shopping, looking for a birthday present for her niece and stopping by one of her favorite boutiques.
Working in a creative agency meant she could dress in an eclectic style which suited her mood. Today she had picked a sensible knee length A-line skirt, stockings with a seam up the back, some amazing platform spectators and an ivory sweater set. She had fastened her blonde locks back with a fabric headband which matched her skirt. Pearls completed the sweet and demur fifties look. Underneath however, she had boy short panties with attached garters and a push up bra, both in beige with little pink flowers.
As the sun was setting, she headed towards Nigel and Katherine's party. She really would rather just go home, but Nigel would be so sad or angry or both if she stood them up. It was not as if she had not had drinks with Nigel before without Martin joining them.
Nigel lived a few blocks from the subway station and about 5 blocks from her townhouse.
Walking up the tree lined street, she paused in front of the townhouse and adjusted her stockings. The walked had caused her seams to work their way off center. One couldn't have seams off kilter.
Ringing the bell and waiting, Nigel's footsteps getting closer with every breath.
"Nan, how good of you to come. I was worried you wouldn't make it. Come, Come in, we just opened a bottle of Malbec and Sampson is about to bore us with stories from his childhood adventures in Rhodesia."
Nan ducked inside. Really ready for a glass of wine, less so for Sampson's travelogues. Nigel was older than she by a dozen years and as a professor of art history, very studious. Less creative. Martin and she kept more lively company, but Nigel was a good friend and she did enjoy his parties, if only because they reminded her of what she had always thought grown up parties might be like.
After three boring stories, several pointless conversations with friends of Nigel's she simply did not know, Nan had ingested two glasses of wine and very little food. Heading to the kitchen with an empty wine glass, Nan saw Katherine, in the kitchen freshening plates of cheese and loading the dishwasher.
"Ah you must be Nan." Katherine said with a warm smile and a sparkle in her eye.
Nan nodded, setting the glass on the counter and adjusting the hem of her sweater.
"You must be Katherine. Nice to finally meet you. I saw you earlier, but I was trapped in the study talking to, um, what is his name?"
"George. He works in my office. He is a bore."
Nan nodded. He was indeed a bore.
"I love your outfit, very creative and fun. You look beautiful, even after a day at the office."
Nan blushed, thinking that was an odd thing for a woman to say.
"Can I help you with something."
"Do you mind emptying the other dishwasher, I expect people will be leaving soon and we will need to reload."
Katherine walked out of the kitchen, with a platter of cheese and crackers, her heels clicking nicely on the hardwood floors. Nan admired her stride, even and purposeful. Katherine was an art appraiser and owned her own firm. Nan gathered she traveled a fair amount, given that many of her clients were museums and insurance companies.
Lost in thought as she emptied the dishwasher, she did not hear Katherine come back into the kitchen, until Katerine said, "My for a full skirt, it certainly shows your ass very nicely. Tucked in at the waist and then flowing over your hips so smoothly."
Nan turned to face Katherine, who stood behind her, a lite cigarette in her left hand and a very knowing smile on her face.
"Nigel lets you smoke in here?"
"Not in general, but tonight I think he will overlook the transgression."
Katherine took a drag and blew the blueish smoke out through her nose.
Nan realized it was not tobacco, but instead something else entirely.
Katherine held the joint out for Nan to take.
"Go ahead. It is seriously smooth."
Nan took a drag, feeling the burn in her throat and then closing her eyes, imagining the blueish smoke filling her and then flowing out her nose like mist. Katherine was right, it was seriously smooth.
Nan passed it back to Katherine, who took another drag off the joint and quickly handed it back to Nan.
Nan repeated the gesture, and after one last drag Katherine took a saucer and extinguished the joint and smiled warmly at Nan.
"Let's finish up in here and then we can go enjoy the rest of the party."
Nan finished the dishwasher and then hopped up on the counter and sat watching Katherine as she efficiently worked on stacking platters and wrapping up the leftovers and tucking them into the large commercial refrigerator.
"Nan, pull your skirt up." Katrine instructed. Had Nan paused to think about this, it would have seemed strange, but instead Nan reached for the hem of her skirt and pulled the fabric up above her knees.
"Stockings. I knew it. So sexy Nan. You are like a bit of chiffon pie, just begging to be eaten."
Katherine stalked to the counter, promptly putting her hands under the bunched fabric of Nan's skirt and rubbing the smooth creamy skin of Nan's slender thighs. Small circles at first and then increasing in size, allowing her thumbs to absently rub, against the damp satin of Nan's panties. At first Nan thought she should stop Katherine, this felt weird, being intimate with Nigel's girlfriend. Then as that thought flit through her mind, Nan saw herself kissing Katherine. Soft wet, open mouth kisses.
Feeling giddy and turned on, Nan leaned forward, closing her eyes and kissed Katerine, gently at first, just a bit of pressure on her lips and then with more insistence. Surprisingly as Nan felt Katherine's hands slide under the fabric of her panties, Katherine's lips parted slightly and Nan took the chance to deepen the kiss. As Nan snuck her tongue pass Katherine's lips and kissed her softly, then deeply and then softly again, twining her hands through her black long hair, enjoying the feel of the silky strands as they flowed through her fingers like silken waves.
Katherine continued to caress and probe between Nan's spread legs, first circling her clit one way and then the other. Then she slide one finger inside and probed. Nan was wet. Since Nan had sat on the edge of the counter, which formed the breakfast bar, Katherine reached up and pressed her other hand against Nan's breast bone. Breaking the kisses, Katherine said, "Lay back."
Nan obeyed without thinking. She had a good idea what Katherine was about and she decided she wanted it. She had never been with a woman, before, but the kisses had drugged her as much as the joint had and really what was the harm?
Katherine unsnapped the garters and eased the panties over Nan's slim hips, down her legs and over the heels of her shoes. Then Katherine's lips ate a trail back up Nan's leg and her fingered trailed along the other. Nan, leaned up, so that she could see, Katherine's gorgeous black hair floating along the line of her spread legs.
Before Nan could take a deep breath and prepare herself for the feel of Katherine's lips on her pussy, Nan gasp, as Katherine drove two fingers deep insides and began to lash her clit with her tongue. Before Nan knew it, she was gasping for air and trying not to yell out in her pleasure. Normally it took her a while to reach the brink, but Katherine had her there almost immediately.
Just as Nan thought she was going to explode, Katherine stopped and began to right Nan's skirt.
Nan blinked. Leaning up. Looking first at Katherine and then over her shoulder. The kitchen door had moved.
"Shhh..." Katherine murmured
After a long silence stretched between them, Nan felt her skirt brushing against her thighs as Katherine pulled it upward and then again Katherine surprised her. The gentlest of kisses against her inner thigh, near the crease of her leg and Katherine kissing the gentle downward slope of her stomach, the line where her navel melted into her pussy. Butterfly light kisses. Each press of Katherine's lips made Nan twitch.
Just as Nan allowed herself to sink into the counter and relax and allow Katherine to play and tantalize them both, Nan heard a noise. Looking towards the door, she saw Nigel, standing in the center of the kitchen, his gaze fixed on them. His eyes dark, hungry.
Nan tried to sit up but before she could master her strength and raise herself up or find her voice, she feels a hard, warm hand on her belly.
"Stay." Nigel says, his voice deep.
It is then Nan notices the chair.
Nigel settles on the chair and just as he crosses his legs and leans back, obvious hard, Nan gasps, as Katherine lips envelop her clit and her fingers burrow deep, seeking Nan's g-spot.
Meeting Nigel's eyes, Nan allows herself to melt and before she knows it, all she hears are Nigel's deep breaths and her own screams.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Books
So every writer starts somewhere, right? This is the first bit of erotica I ever conjured. Enjoy.
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Meg was shopping in a little bookshop when he walked in, she glanced up from the book she was looking at and soaked up the sight of him. He was dressed very smartly in black slacks and a nice dress shirt, sleeves rolled up and cuffed, displaying his strong forearms and watch. She smiled as she slid her eyes away from his ass and back to the book, hoping he noticed her. Meg liked the look of his hands. She thought about him touching her. She blushed, feeling a bit naughty, having thoughts like that about a stranger in a bookshop.
He walked through the stacks, looking for a title and Meg walked slowly in his direction, following as subtly as possible. He stopped and pulled a book down. Meg kept walking, jostling him slightly as she passed. She smiled a bit, as if to say, “I am sorry” - although she knew he knew, she was not.
Meg paid for her book and headed out the door.
Walking slowing up the street, she paused to see if he was behind her.
Meg stopped at an outdoor cafe and selected a table very near the edge of the eating area. She saw him as he exited the bookshop and headed in her direction. The minute their eyes met, Meg knew, he knew she wanted him.
He entered the cafe and joined Meg at her table, without preamble. They ordered coffee and talked about the books they had selected. Under the table Meg kicked off her shoe and slide her foot up his leg, caressing softly. He paused as he brought the coffee cup to his lips. Meg smiled, as he smiled. Thinking about his lips kissing along her neck, along her collarbone, up towards her neck and hairline, made Meg’s cheeks flush and her body temperature rise.
She moved her foot up his leg and nestled it between his legs - to tease him a bit, to see if he wanted her as much as she wanted him. He swallowed - a gulp of hot coffee. A bit shocked at where her thoughts clearly were going.
Meg sighed as she stood and said she really should be on her way. He offered to walk her.
Meg inclined her head - as if to say - ok.
As they walked, his hand slid around Meg’s waist and then slightly lower. Suddenly she turned them down an alley, and pulled him towards the phone booth, slightly hidden from the avenue. The alley is deserted. Stepping into the phone booth, he pulled the door shut. Meg turned and kissed him guiding his hand up her skirt. To his shock; she was not wearing underwear. He began to touch and tease her.
Meg slide her hand up his leg to the zipper of his pants, unzipping and taking his cock into her hand to caress and tease a bit. With her other hand, she slide the telephone book to the floor and hopped up onto the ledge, pulling her skirt up and him closer to her. Wrapping her legs around his waist.
Smiling she guided him to her and began to kiss him deeply. He pushed inside her and they kissed and moved together, totally swept away by the passion and energy between them; unaware of the waning afternoon light as they indulged in this afternoon delight.
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Meg was shopping in a little bookshop when he walked in, she glanced up from the book she was looking at and soaked up the sight of him. He was dressed very smartly in black slacks and a nice dress shirt, sleeves rolled up and cuffed, displaying his strong forearms and watch. She smiled as she slid her eyes away from his ass and back to the book, hoping he noticed her. Meg liked the look of his hands. She thought about him touching her. She blushed, feeling a bit naughty, having thoughts like that about a stranger in a bookshop.
He walked through the stacks, looking for a title and Meg walked slowly in his direction, following as subtly as possible. He stopped and pulled a book down. Meg kept walking, jostling him slightly as she passed. She smiled a bit, as if to say, “I am sorry” - although she knew he knew, she was not.
Meg paid for her book and headed out the door.
Walking slowing up the street, she paused to see if he was behind her.
Meg stopped at an outdoor cafe and selected a table very near the edge of the eating area. She saw him as he exited the bookshop and headed in her direction. The minute their eyes met, Meg knew, he knew she wanted him.
He entered the cafe and joined Meg at her table, without preamble. They ordered coffee and talked about the books they had selected. Under the table Meg kicked off her shoe and slide her foot up his leg, caressing softly. He paused as he brought the coffee cup to his lips. Meg smiled, as he smiled. Thinking about his lips kissing along her neck, along her collarbone, up towards her neck and hairline, made Meg’s cheeks flush and her body temperature rise.
She moved her foot up his leg and nestled it between his legs - to tease him a bit, to see if he wanted her as much as she wanted him. He swallowed - a gulp of hot coffee. A bit shocked at where her thoughts clearly were going.
Meg sighed as she stood and said she really should be on her way. He offered to walk her.
Meg inclined her head - as if to say - ok.
As they walked, his hand slid around Meg’s waist and then slightly lower. Suddenly she turned them down an alley, and pulled him towards the phone booth, slightly hidden from the avenue. The alley is deserted. Stepping into the phone booth, he pulled the door shut. Meg turned and kissed him guiding his hand up her skirt. To his shock; she was not wearing underwear. He began to touch and tease her.
Meg slide her hand up his leg to the zipper of his pants, unzipping and taking his cock into her hand to caress and tease a bit. With her other hand, she slide the telephone book to the floor and hopped up onto the ledge, pulling her skirt up and him closer to her. Wrapping her legs around his waist.
Smiling she guided him to her and began to kiss him deeply. He pushed inside her and they kissed and moved together, totally swept away by the passion and energy between them; unaware of the waning afternoon light as they indulged in this afternoon delight.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Dinner party
I rather like one. I have reworked it, but this was the original story...
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“Anna, did you mean what you said the other day” Will asked while he ran his hand up and down her back as they lay in bed, wiling away another Sunday afternoon.
Anna turned her head towards him and smiled. “ ‘bout what?” she uttered sleepily.
“About wanting to live out a fantasy, be wild and try something new?”
Anna smiled shyly; she knew Will was up to something. He had that look in his eyes. She knew him fairly well by now and he had a busy devious mind. They had been talking about fantasies and being daring the other afternoon over coffee.
Feeling very sleepy and not really wanting to talk about it, she nodded slightly and smiled a bit and snuggled closer to his warm body, nuzzled her nose against his shoulder and let herself drift off peacefully, safe in his arms.
Will held Anna close and listened to her breath. Slow in and out breaths, which were exciting and calming all at once. He knew Anna had all but agreed, given her assent with her quiet smile. Ever since her seductive show at the bar, she had been content to let him lead going forward. She was a wonderful girl and an even more wonderful lover, lusty and playful and always up for a bit of adventure. In short, Anna had been worth the wait.
Will guided Anna through the crowded lobby. They were away for the weekend. Checking out another wonderful city, far from their own. Will had told Anna to think of it as a chance to be a little bit wild and in fact that was exactly what was going to happen. He had made the arrangements a few weeks ago. While the lobby belied the true nature of this private dinner club, Will knew the secret. This club catered to those diners, who wanted a little something more exciting than good prime rib and fabulous chardonnay.
This club was by membership only and featured private dinning rooms, a dance floor, private suites and various other rooms in which to mingle and enjoy the evening. The chef was top rated and the music was always high class. The onsite spa was rumored to be one of the best in the area.
Many people would confuse it with a swing club, but in reality it was merely a nightclub, a private nightclub, where adults could go and play and indulge. Tonight Will planned to indulge Anna and her taste for something a little bit wild.
“This way Anna,” Will said as he lead her through the main doors just past the lobby entrance, the layers of entrances maintaining the patrons’ privacy and preventing nonmembers from getting in on accident. Will had his hand on the small of Anna’s back as they walked. A protective and proprietary gesture, a sign of ownership if one choose to see it that way.
Anna had dressed with her normal flare and had taken great pains with her hair. She looked like a million dollars. Her dark tresses shown in the muted light and her creamy pale skin looked a bit flushed. Will wondered if she was more nervous than excited or more excited than nervous. He had not told her much about the club. Just that they had dinner reservations and that it would be a night to remember.
In the main hallway there were hostesses, taking coats, issuing claim checks, offering suggestions as to which saloon would suit the couples mood. Will gave the perky blond hostess their coats and then gave her their name. She smiled broadly and said, “Oh yes, Mr. Truman, your dinning room will be ready very soon. Would you like to have a drink in the Art salon, while you wait? Someone will be by shortly once all the preparations are complete.”
Will nodded. Once again he guided Anna, his hand at the small of her back down the hallway and towards the salon.
Anna craned her neck and looked at him. “Will, are you kidding me. Did you really make our reservations under Truman; like Will Truman on Will & Grace?” Bemused Anna shook her head and in the light, the diamond earrings in her ears danced and Will swore the lights danced away from her like a comet or a cosmic shower.
“Yes, Anna that is exactly what I did.”
Once they reached the salon, he guided her to a plush velvet couch, in a deep red and he ordered two glasses of wine from the cocktail waitress.
Sitting nestled close; Will rested his hand on Anna’s thigh, just at the edge of her skirt. He knew inches away, up her thigh, he would find warm and creamy and naked flesh. She had on thigh hi stockings, as always. Tonight in the hotel, he had watched her attentively as she dressed. It was almost as erotic as watching her undress, almost.
“So Anna, tonight, it is about us and what we want. It is about living and enjoying and not fearing. No one will judge us and no one we know will ever know. I have made sure of it. In life there are those that do, those that watch and those that daydream.”
Leaning close, he kissed her firmly but gently on the lips. Not wanting to smug her beautiful lipstick too much. Not yet anyway.
As he broke the kiss and eased back, once again considering his glass of wine, she gave him a slightly puzzled but thoughtful look but said nothing.
Just as they both finished their wine in silence, a young waiter walked over to them, leaned closer to Will and announced that their dinning room was ready.
Following the waiter down the hall, Will guiding Anna, they walked and then entered a small dining room. The table was set for eight. Anna was surprised. She had not known they would be meeting people.
“Mr. Truman your guests should arrive shortly. We wanted to give you the time to prepare as you requested.”
Nodding Will pulled out Anna’s chair and she took her seat.
“Thank you. I think we need about ten minutes.”
“Very well. I will let them know.”
“Will, what is going on? Who are we meeting?” Anna asked growing increasingly confused.
“We are not really meeting anyone. Some people will be joining us for dinner. You will not have to worry about a thing.”
Just then, Will pulled from his suit jacket pocket, as black silk blind fold. Anna recognized it. They had used it a while back, at home, when they had been feeling especially playful.
“Anna, tonight is about you. You wanted to experience something and I am in the position to give it to you, to make your fantasy come true. You will not have to worry about anything. I can assure that no one here tonight will know you; you will not see them and we do not know them. Nothing bad will happen, I will not leave your side and no one will touch you, but me. You know my touch. You know my voice. I will protect you.”
Slowly she nodded. She felt a shiver of fear run down her spine, followed closely by a thrill of excitement. Will was going to go through with what they had discussed that day over coffee. He had planned it out and it would become real.
He stepped behind her chair and gently adjusted her hair and then just as gently he tied the blindfold over her eyes. Then he took the chair next to her and took her smaller hand in his.
After a few minutes, of them sitting there quietly and her blood zinging through her veins, she heard noises. The crisp sound of satin skirts, the quiet thud of heels against the floor, the movement of men’s jackets and the sliding and movement of chairs. The gentle sounds of cutlery, plates and cups, being adjusted and moved on the table before them. In the distance, or perhaps it sounded that way because she could not see, she heard whispers, the names of drinks being spoken. Was it the same young man who had brought them to this room? She could not tell.
She felt a presence near her right shoulder and then heard a hushed voice speaking over her head to Will. Then she heard Will placing their order. Ordering for her as he often did. Careful about her preferences but making the choices all the same, all the while, his hand holding hers gently; his fingers tracing circles around the very sensitive skin of her wrist. She should have felt more self-conscious, more fear she thought in a distance corner of her mind, but instead she felt peaceful and secure in Will’s presence. He said he had planned the evening and she believed him. He never failed her. He never left her to fend for herself. He never canceled at the last minute, disrespected her. He loved her and cherished her and showed her every chance he got. She relaxed in her chair and listened to the small noises around her, people whispering to each other. She knew there were women and men in the room, as she could hear the various voiced, quiet though they were.
Soon servers entered the room and she heard the noises of plates being set down, water being poured, and bread being offered. No one spoke to her and yet she could feel the movement around, that she too now had a plate in front of her, a glass full, and a roll on her right.
She reached out for her fork; only to have Will stop her hand gently with his.
“Now we do not want you to mess your dress now do we Anna?” he asked gently, the way one might ask a child.
She shook her head and set her hand down, back in her lap.
“Well then, I shall just have to look after you, because we cannot have you hungry either. That will not do.”
Slowly he reached forward, took some risotto on to the spoon and brought it to her lips. Then naturally, as if this happened everyday, she opened her mouth and Will slipped the spoon inside. Anna closed her lips gently and Will removed the spoon. She could not see, but Will smiled. Anna looked so sweet as she allowed herself to be fed, as if she were a young girl.
The pattern continued until her meal was gone. Slowly and smoothly Will had eaten his meal and fed Anna. Around them various conversations were in full swing and yet, no one spoke to them. It was as if they were alone, but surrounded. An island surrounded by water but untouched.
Quickly a waiter stepped forward to remove their dished. Will had forgone the salad course and a more complicated meal, to allow for the evening events. Tomorrow they would have a proper meal, tonight was not so much about the food. It was about indulging Anna.
After the waiter had cleared their place, Will signaled the waiters and they also quickly and quietly removed the candleholders closest to Will and Anna and moved the centerpiece. All that was before him now was a wonder white tablecloth and a blood red table runner. Anna would look stunning he decided.
Easing his chair back, he stood and eased her chair back; taking her hand he helped her stand and then turned her gently into him and kissed her sweetly. She looked so sweet, so shy and so sexy all at once. He could tell she was wondering what was going on, her senses very in tune with what was happening in the room.
He backed her gently against the edge of the table and retook his seat, moving the chair closer. Then with his hands on her slim waist, he lifted her and set her down on the edge of the table and then eased her back.
The table was higher than most, a plus in this case. Her legs dangled slightly. Smiling he ran his hand under her skirt to touch and stroke her upper thigh, where the stockings stopped. Her creamy soft skin was very warm to his touch.
“ Did you remember my instructions, Anna? Did you take off your panties as I asked, before we left,” he asked quietly, almost in a whisper.
She nodded.
“Good girl, Anna. Now lean back on the table, resting on your elbows.”
As she settled herself back, he reached down, taking her left ankle in his hand and bent her knees, resting her foot on the arm of the chair. Then he turned to the right slightly and repeated the process. She was on the table now, her skirt riding up, her body arching slightly, at the angle of her legs and elbows. The position hid most of her from the men and women seated around the table. Will wanted to ease Anna into the fun.
Moving smoothly, he ran his right hand from her ankle, along the silkiness of her stocking, over the lace and then along her creamy thigh, to her pussy. Which was warm and moist. There could be no mistake; Anna was enjoying this fantasy come to life.
Once Will had Anna exposed to his satisfaction, her skirt up and just resting on her opened knees, like a tent, he began to inch it backwards, letting the smooth material caress her bear skin, revealing inch after luscious inch of creamy thigh and then her pink, bare and glistening pussy.
“Will, “ whispered Anna, a slight tremor in her voice, “what are you doing?”
“Preparing to have desert.” Was his quiet reply.
Without another word, he ran his hands, in unison, from her knees to the delicate area, where Anna’s thighs and pelvis merged. Will wanted to dive in and gorge himself on the feast before him, but since he was indulging Anna, he forced himself to wait, to take matters slowly.
He let his fingers play along her skin, drawing lines and circles, casually as if he had all night. Every so often he would let his fingers drift closer to her clit or to her moist pussy, but always he was just far enough away to tease and taunt her. His caresses hinted at what she could have.
Recently they had begun to play a bit of a game. They would tease on another. Seeing who could make the other ask first. Will was planning to make Anna beg tonight.
After a bit Anna grew restless. She began to move every so slightly into the caresses, shifting her bottom or raising her hips.
“Anna, you must be still.” Will whispered and all but stopped his caresses.
She must have figured it out because she immediately stopped moving. The only movement Will could discern was that of her breathing, which had swallowed and was coming in faster bursts. She was gasping now and her body was tense with her efforts to keep still and thus continue his teasing and soft caresses.
Then quietly he heard her utter the magic words, “Will please.”
“Please what Anna?”
“Please touch me,” she murmured, barely audible.
“Anna, I am touching you.”
“Will please touch me, really touch me.” She murmured shifting and fidgeting again.
Will stilled one hand on her inner thigh, just below her lacy stocking and let the other hand rest upon her lower belly, just above her pussy.
He considered her for a moment. Damn she was beautiful
“Will please, no more teasing touch me, make me cum, as only you can.”
Will’s smile broaden. While she had whispered her request, everyone in the room had heard her and had shifted their attention to them.
“Are you sure that is what you want Anna?”
“Hmmmm. Yes. Please.”
With that Will lowered his hand from her belly and let his fingers dance over her clit. Teasing soft strokes, followed by firmer more focused strokes, then again with the teasing soft strokes.
She was making a serious of very pleasant and very cute noises. Anna was loud in her pleasure. She relished the journey to ecstasy almost the same way one savors the finest chocolate. She never rushed and she knew how to make it last. Will loved this about her. It was hot to watch her climb and peak and then soar.
Slowly he eased his hand down her thigh and to her pussy. Which was no longer moist, but wet and ready now. Easing a finger inside her, he continued his dance around her clit.
He could feel her about to come now. He knew the patterns and he was very much in tune to her body tonight. Easing back, he slowed the tempo of his fingers and eased his chair back a bit.
“I think my desert is all ready for me. What do you think Anna?” he whispered against her thigh.
He felt her shudder slightly and then whisper, “yes.”
Without delay, he took her clit between his lips and suckled slightly and then let his tongue resume the dance his fingers had abounded earlier. Anna was moving her hip slightly in tempo with his tongue and she was making delish little moans and sighs; providing the music for their dance.
Will for a moment lost track of time and simply indulged with Anna, the taste of her passion. After he had sated his desire with her for the moment, regaining a bit of control, he eased a finger once again into her, relishing her warmth and the tightness of her pussy. She was on the brink and he wanted to push her over.
Pausing the dance of his tongue he eased up and said to her, “Anna, do you want to come, sweetheart. Tell me tell me what you want.”
She fussed a bit as he stopped and then, whispered, “I want to come Will, please. It feels so good and I want to come.”
“Even now, in front of others, on the dinning table, you want to come?”
“Even now. Will please.”
Her hips were moving and she was restless in her passion.
Returning his fingers to her clit he rubbed and then at the same moment his tongue began to dance around Anna’s clit, his finger surged inside of her. As she gasped, he added a second finger and relentless began to dance and stroke them inside her as his tongue sought to drive her wild.
She was moving in time to his movements and then abruptly she screamed, literally screamed his name and came and did so hard; only to get a second wind and come again.
Will not one to stop while he was ahead, kept up his attention and upped the tempo slightly and his efforts were rewarded with Anna, moaning and moaning again and then he felt the tremors take her, radiating from her pussy and through her entire body.
Then she slumped a bit, melting into the table.
Will slide his chair back and stood, taking Anna into his arms, lifting her from the table and walking to the far edge of the room, settling them onto the small love seat. Anna curled her body into him and Will leaned in and kissed her sweetly on the forehead and then gently on the lips. She snuggled closer still.
Will held her on his lap and stroked her hair. Her back and then he noticed the coupled filing out of the room, two by two.
Once the room was empty, Will leaned Anna back and removed the blindfold. Putting it back into his suit jacket pocket. Anna opened her eyes slowly, dark eyes even darker with spent passion and wonder.
Smiling he kissed her passionately and then slowly gentled the kiss, eased back, drew her head back against his chest and whispered, “Anna, I love you.”
Raising her head, she smiled and whispered, “I love you, Will. Now lets go back to the hotel and do that again.”
****
“Anna, did you mean what you said the other day” Will asked while he ran his hand up and down her back as they lay in bed, wiling away another Sunday afternoon.
Anna turned her head towards him and smiled. “ ‘bout what?” she uttered sleepily.
“About wanting to live out a fantasy, be wild and try something new?”
Anna smiled shyly; she knew Will was up to something. He had that look in his eyes. She knew him fairly well by now and he had a busy devious mind. They had been talking about fantasies and being daring the other afternoon over coffee.
Feeling very sleepy and not really wanting to talk about it, she nodded slightly and smiled a bit and snuggled closer to his warm body, nuzzled her nose against his shoulder and let herself drift off peacefully, safe in his arms.
Will held Anna close and listened to her breath. Slow in and out breaths, which were exciting and calming all at once. He knew Anna had all but agreed, given her assent with her quiet smile. Ever since her seductive show at the bar, she had been content to let him lead going forward. She was a wonderful girl and an even more wonderful lover, lusty and playful and always up for a bit of adventure. In short, Anna had been worth the wait.
Will guided Anna through the crowded lobby. They were away for the weekend. Checking out another wonderful city, far from their own. Will had told Anna to think of it as a chance to be a little bit wild and in fact that was exactly what was going to happen. He had made the arrangements a few weeks ago. While the lobby belied the true nature of this private dinner club, Will knew the secret. This club catered to those diners, who wanted a little something more exciting than good prime rib and fabulous chardonnay.
This club was by membership only and featured private dinning rooms, a dance floor, private suites and various other rooms in which to mingle and enjoy the evening. The chef was top rated and the music was always high class. The onsite spa was rumored to be one of the best in the area.
Many people would confuse it with a swing club, but in reality it was merely a nightclub, a private nightclub, where adults could go and play and indulge. Tonight Will planned to indulge Anna and her taste for something a little bit wild.
“This way Anna,” Will said as he lead her through the main doors just past the lobby entrance, the layers of entrances maintaining the patrons’ privacy and preventing nonmembers from getting in on accident. Will had his hand on the small of Anna’s back as they walked. A protective and proprietary gesture, a sign of ownership if one choose to see it that way.
Anna had dressed with her normal flare and had taken great pains with her hair. She looked like a million dollars. Her dark tresses shown in the muted light and her creamy pale skin looked a bit flushed. Will wondered if she was more nervous than excited or more excited than nervous. He had not told her much about the club. Just that they had dinner reservations and that it would be a night to remember.
In the main hallway there were hostesses, taking coats, issuing claim checks, offering suggestions as to which saloon would suit the couples mood. Will gave the perky blond hostess their coats and then gave her their name. She smiled broadly and said, “Oh yes, Mr. Truman, your dinning room will be ready very soon. Would you like to have a drink in the Art salon, while you wait? Someone will be by shortly once all the preparations are complete.”
Will nodded. Once again he guided Anna, his hand at the small of her back down the hallway and towards the salon.
Anna craned her neck and looked at him. “Will, are you kidding me. Did you really make our reservations under Truman; like Will Truman on Will & Grace?” Bemused Anna shook her head and in the light, the diamond earrings in her ears danced and Will swore the lights danced away from her like a comet or a cosmic shower.
“Yes, Anna that is exactly what I did.”
Once they reached the salon, he guided her to a plush velvet couch, in a deep red and he ordered two glasses of wine from the cocktail waitress.
Sitting nestled close; Will rested his hand on Anna’s thigh, just at the edge of her skirt. He knew inches away, up her thigh, he would find warm and creamy and naked flesh. She had on thigh hi stockings, as always. Tonight in the hotel, he had watched her attentively as she dressed. It was almost as erotic as watching her undress, almost.
“So Anna, tonight, it is about us and what we want. It is about living and enjoying and not fearing. No one will judge us and no one we know will ever know. I have made sure of it. In life there are those that do, those that watch and those that daydream.”
Leaning close, he kissed her firmly but gently on the lips. Not wanting to smug her beautiful lipstick too much. Not yet anyway.
As he broke the kiss and eased back, once again considering his glass of wine, she gave him a slightly puzzled but thoughtful look but said nothing.
Just as they both finished their wine in silence, a young waiter walked over to them, leaned closer to Will and announced that their dinning room was ready.
Following the waiter down the hall, Will guiding Anna, they walked and then entered a small dining room. The table was set for eight. Anna was surprised. She had not known they would be meeting people.
“Mr. Truman your guests should arrive shortly. We wanted to give you the time to prepare as you requested.”
Nodding Will pulled out Anna’s chair and she took her seat.
“Thank you. I think we need about ten minutes.”
“Very well. I will let them know.”
“Will, what is going on? Who are we meeting?” Anna asked growing increasingly confused.
“We are not really meeting anyone. Some people will be joining us for dinner. You will not have to worry about a thing.”
Just then, Will pulled from his suit jacket pocket, as black silk blind fold. Anna recognized it. They had used it a while back, at home, when they had been feeling especially playful.
“Anna, tonight is about you. You wanted to experience something and I am in the position to give it to you, to make your fantasy come true. You will not have to worry about anything. I can assure that no one here tonight will know you; you will not see them and we do not know them. Nothing bad will happen, I will not leave your side and no one will touch you, but me. You know my touch. You know my voice. I will protect you.”
Slowly she nodded. She felt a shiver of fear run down her spine, followed closely by a thrill of excitement. Will was going to go through with what they had discussed that day over coffee. He had planned it out and it would become real.
He stepped behind her chair and gently adjusted her hair and then just as gently he tied the blindfold over her eyes. Then he took the chair next to her and took her smaller hand in his.
After a few minutes, of them sitting there quietly and her blood zinging through her veins, she heard noises. The crisp sound of satin skirts, the quiet thud of heels against the floor, the movement of men’s jackets and the sliding and movement of chairs. The gentle sounds of cutlery, plates and cups, being adjusted and moved on the table before them. In the distance, or perhaps it sounded that way because she could not see, she heard whispers, the names of drinks being spoken. Was it the same young man who had brought them to this room? She could not tell.
She felt a presence near her right shoulder and then heard a hushed voice speaking over her head to Will. Then she heard Will placing their order. Ordering for her as he often did. Careful about her preferences but making the choices all the same, all the while, his hand holding hers gently; his fingers tracing circles around the very sensitive skin of her wrist. She should have felt more self-conscious, more fear she thought in a distance corner of her mind, but instead she felt peaceful and secure in Will’s presence. He said he had planned the evening and she believed him. He never failed her. He never left her to fend for herself. He never canceled at the last minute, disrespected her. He loved her and cherished her and showed her every chance he got. She relaxed in her chair and listened to the small noises around her, people whispering to each other. She knew there were women and men in the room, as she could hear the various voiced, quiet though they were.
Soon servers entered the room and she heard the noises of plates being set down, water being poured, and bread being offered. No one spoke to her and yet she could feel the movement around, that she too now had a plate in front of her, a glass full, and a roll on her right.
She reached out for her fork; only to have Will stop her hand gently with his.
“Now we do not want you to mess your dress now do we Anna?” he asked gently, the way one might ask a child.
She shook her head and set her hand down, back in her lap.
“Well then, I shall just have to look after you, because we cannot have you hungry either. That will not do.”
Slowly he reached forward, took some risotto on to the spoon and brought it to her lips. Then naturally, as if this happened everyday, she opened her mouth and Will slipped the spoon inside. Anna closed her lips gently and Will removed the spoon. She could not see, but Will smiled. Anna looked so sweet as she allowed herself to be fed, as if she were a young girl.
The pattern continued until her meal was gone. Slowly and smoothly Will had eaten his meal and fed Anna. Around them various conversations were in full swing and yet, no one spoke to them. It was as if they were alone, but surrounded. An island surrounded by water but untouched.
Quickly a waiter stepped forward to remove their dished. Will had forgone the salad course and a more complicated meal, to allow for the evening events. Tomorrow they would have a proper meal, tonight was not so much about the food. It was about indulging Anna.
After the waiter had cleared their place, Will signaled the waiters and they also quickly and quietly removed the candleholders closest to Will and Anna and moved the centerpiece. All that was before him now was a wonder white tablecloth and a blood red table runner. Anna would look stunning he decided.
Easing his chair back, he stood and eased her chair back; taking her hand he helped her stand and then turned her gently into him and kissed her sweetly. She looked so sweet, so shy and so sexy all at once. He could tell she was wondering what was going on, her senses very in tune with what was happening in the room.
He backed her gently against the edge of the table and retook his seat, moving the chair closer. Then with his hands on her slim waist, he lifted her and set her down on the edge of the table and then eased her back.
The table was higher than most, a plus in this case. Her legs dangled slightly. Smiling he ran his hand under her skirt to touch and stroke her upper thigh, where the stockings stopped. Her creamy soft skin was very warm to his touch.
“ Did you remember my instructions, Anna? Did you take off your panties as I asked, before we left,” he asked quietly, almost in a whisper.
She nodded.
“Good girl, Anna. Now lean back on the table, resting on your elbows.”
As she settled herself back, he reached down, taking her left ankle in his hand and bent her knees, resting her foot on the arm of the chair. Then he turned to the right slightly and repeated the process. She was on the table now, her skirt riding up, her body arching slightly, at the angle of her legs and elbows. The position hid most of her from the men and women seated around the table. Will wanted to ease Anna into the fun.
Moving smoothly, he ran his right hand from her ankle, along the silkiness of her stocking, over the lace and then along her creamy thigh, to her pussy. Which was warm and moist. There could be no mistake; Anna was enjoying this fantasy come to life.
Once Will had Anna exposed to his satisfaction, her skirt up and just resting on her opened knees, like a tent, he began to inch it backwards, letting the smooth material caress her bear skin, revealing inch after luscious inch of creamy thigh and then her pink, bare and glistening pussy.
“Will, “ whispered Anna, a slight tremor in her voice, “what are you doing?”
“Preparing to have desert.” Was his quiet reply.
Without another word, he ran his hands, in unison, from her knees to the delicate area, where Anna’s thighs and pelvis merged. Will wanted to dive in and gorge himself on the feast before him, but since he was indulging Anna, he forced himself to wait, to take matters slowly.
He let his fingers play along her skin, drawing lines and circles, casually as if he had all night. Every so often he would let his fingers drift closer to her clit or to her moist pussy, but always he was just far enough away to tease and taunt her. His caresses hinted at what she could have.
Recently they had begun to play a bit of a game. They would tease on another. Seeing who could make the other ask first. Will was planning to make Anna beg tonight.
After a bit Anna grew restless. She began to move every so slightly into the caresses, shifting her bottom or raising her hips.
“Anna, you must be still.” Will whispered and all but stopped his caresses.
She must have figured it out because she immediately stopped moving. The only movement Will could discern was that of her breathing, which had swallowed and was coming in faster bursts. She was gasping now and her body was tense with her efforts to keep still and thus continue his teasing and soft caresses.
Then quietly he heard her utter the magic words, “Will please.”
“Please what Anna?”
“Please touch me,” she murmured, barely audible.
“Anna, I am touching you.”
“Will please touch me, really touch me.” She murmured shifting and fidgeting again.
Will stilled one hand on her inner thigh, just below her lacy stocking and let the other hand rest upon her lower belly, just above her pussy.
He considered her for a moment. Damn she was beautiful
“Will please, no more teasing touch me, make me cum, as only you can.”
Will’s smile broaden. While she had whispered her request, everyone in the room had heard her and had shifted their attention to them.
“Are you sure that is what you want Anna?”
“Hmmmm. Yes. Please.”
With that Will lowered his hand from her belly and let his fingers dance over her clit. Teasing soft strokes, followed by firmer more focused strokes, then again with the teasing soft strokes.
She was making a serious of very pleasant and very cute noises. Anna was loud in her pleasure. She relished the journey to ecstasy almost the same way one savors the finest chocolate. She never rushed and she knew how to make it last. Will loved this about her. It was hot to watch her climb and peak and then soar.
Slowly he eased his hand down her thigh and to her pussy. Which was no longer moist, but wet and ready now. Easing a finger inside her, he continued his dance around her clit.
He could feel her about to come now. He knew the patterns and he was very much in tune to her body tonight. Easing back, he slowed the tempo of his fingers and eased his chair back a bit.
“I think my desert is all ready for me. What do you think Anna?” he whispered against her thigh.
He felt her shudder slightly and then whisper, “yes.”
Without delay, he took her clit between his lips and suckled slightly and then let his tongue resume the dance his fingers had abounded earlier. Anna was moving her hip slightly in tempo with his tongue and she was making delish little moans and sighs; providing the music for their dance.
Will for a moment lost track of time and simply indulged with Anna, the taste of her passion. After he had sated his desire with her for the moment, regaining a bit of control, he eased a finger once again into her, relishing her warmth and the tightness of her pussy. She was on the brink and he wanted to push her over.
Pausing the dance of his tongue he eased up and said to her, “Anna, do you want to come, sweetheart. Tell me tell me what you want.”
She fussed a bit as he stopped and then, whispered, “I want to come Will, please. It feels so good and I want to come.”
“Even now, in front of others, on the dinning table, you want to come?”
“Even now. Will please.”
Her hips were moving and she was restless in her passion.
Returning his fingers to her clit he rubbed and then at the same moment his tongue began to dance around Anna’s clit, his finger surged inside of her. As she gasped, he added a second finger and relentless began to dance and stroke them inside her as his tongue sought to drive her wild.
She was moving in time to his movements and then abruptly she screamed, literally screamed his name and came and did so hard; only to get a second wind and come again.
Will not one to stop while he was ahead, kept up his attention and upped the tempo slightly and his efforts were rewarded with Anna, moaning and moaning again and then he felt the tremors take her, radiating from her pussy and through her entire body.
Then she slumped a bit, melting into the table.
Will slide his chair back and stood, taking Anna into his arms, lifting her from the table and walking to the far edge of the room, settling them onto the small love seat. Anna curled her body into him and Will leaned in and kissed her sweetly on the forehead and then gently on the lips. She snuggled closer still.
Will held her on his lap and stroked her hair. Her back and then he noticed the coupled filing out of the room, two by two.
Once the room was empty, Will leaned Anna back and removed the blindfold. Putting it back into his suit jacket pocket. Anna opened her eyes slowly, dark eyes even darker with spent passion and wonder.
Smiling he kissed her passionately and then slowly gentled the kiss, eased back, drew her head back against his chest and whispered, “Anna, I love you.”
Raising her head, she smiled and whispered, “I love you, Will. Now lets go back to the hotel and do that again.”
A Hike Might be Nice
Fair warning, my French is very rusty. Feedback gladly accepted.
****
Meg huffed her way up the path, in front of them. This was not exactly what she had had in mind when Andi had asked her about going on a hiking trip this weekend. The same Andi, who two years ago had flirted shamelessly with her in Zurich and then disappeared with the pretty blond Russian tennis player.
When Andi had shown up at her office, on loan for the upcoming World Cup ski torment, which was to take place in Salt Lake City during the holidays, she had been both irked and excited. As the marketing director, she needed his connections and his experience with high profile European athletes. What she did not need was his high class European attitude. Andi ran hot and cold she decided, thinking the things she had heard about Frenchman, or she mused French speaking men, Andi was after all Swiss, were all true.
So here she was, on a hiking trip, which he had asked her on, thinking he meant for them to be alone, when in reality, she was hiking with he and his best buddy, Jean-Luc. All morning as they hiked up the mountain, hell bent for leather, to reach the lake by lunch time, they, the bosom buddies were happily chatting away in French. Sonofabitch.
As she walked about 500 feet ahead, she heard bits and pieces of their conversation. Little did they know she could grasp the jist of the conversation, having eight years and one love affair’s worth of French under her belt. Fucking stock reports were just as boring in French as English. Sonsofbitches.
Meg admitted ruefully that the scenery was beautiful. Might as well enjoy it, she thought, as she slowed her pace, fished in her pack for her Ipod and turned on her music. Jogging a tad to put more distance between them, Meg set off up the mountain, it would be an easy hike to the campsite and she knew the trail well, let Andi and Luc chat away.
After an hour or so, Meg neared the mountain top lake, where they had planned to set up camp and eat lunch. The lake was beautiful, filling the meadow on the tip of the slight plateau. She vaguely heard the guys trudging up the hill behind her. She sat her pack down on the path and plopped down on the large rock just off the path. She waited until the guys emerged from the trees and walked to join her.
Andi nodded to her.
“Let’s set up over there.” He stated firmly, pointing to a cluster of evergreens on the north side of the lake.
Meg nodded, not removing her ear bugs and hoisted her pack back over her shoulders and this time followed behind the guys.
She had to admit, as they pitched the tents and set up camp, that Luc knew what he was doing when it came to camping. He also had a great ass for an accountant. Andi had said he worked for a bank in Zurich. Meg decided he must count things by day and bust ass at night. His biceps were nothing to sneeze at either. He made the reasonable athletic Andi, look slight pudgy.
Good Meg thought, she could ogle and they could talk shop. Not a bad deal actually. Beat cleaning her apartment and dodging her mother’s weekly phone calls, trying to set her up with divorced plastic surgeons or plumbers from the union office.
Andi and Luc set off to collect stones and firewood; telling her to stay near the camp. Meg yelled after them, up the path, that she was going to wade out into the lake and sunbathe on the large rock a few feet from the shore.
Andi nodded as he hustled to keep up with Luc, who was inexplicable still talking about the EU’s grain import policy and the prices of wheat on the futures market.
Meg rummaged in her pack for her book, trail mix, and beach towel. At least the sun was shining and she figured the guys would be gone for awhile.
Scaling the side of the rock, which had to be about 6 feet high and about 9 feet wide, Meg reached the top and decided to face east. Spreading out her blanket she sat down, took off her boots and socks, slipped her shorts over her slim hips and then took off her jacket and long sleeved tee. She had worn her athletic bikini under her hiking gear, hoping it would warm up enough to sunbath. The sun up in the mountains was still warm enough for some late summer sunning, even if it was early September.
Lying on her tummy, she began to read the erotic romance she had grabbed off her to be read pile. Just her luck, in the woods with two hot men and they discussed wheat and she read smut. God was so laughing her ass off.
Glancing at her watch as she set the book aside, she estimated the guys had been gone for about an hour. Whew, that was one hot book Meg thought and the sun always, well got her worked up.
Sitting up she glanced around and turned off her iPod. Maybe she would time to take care of business before the guys got back. It was quiet, no one was around and the sun was deliciously warm as was her pussy. Damn it had been too long and she had mistakenly thought Andi had finally taken the hint and would be up for scratching the itch. Instead he shows up with a chaperone. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
Feeling like the coast was clear, she eased her bikini bottoms down over her thighs, and letting then slide over her knees to pool around her ankles. MMM, the rock was cool even thru her beach towel, but the sun was warm. Thinking about taking off her top, to let the sun kiss her nipples, she decided against it and ran her hand down her tummy to her warm and thanks to the story, wet pussy. She did not have all day and really there was no real reason to drag this out.
Her fingers followed the curve of her belly to the edge of her landing strip, to her clit. Meg closed her eyes and touched softly at first. Spreading the moisture around and teasing herself a bit. She thought about the vampire story she had been reading and then pictured Luc’s head between her spread thighs. Goodness that would be hot. Luc eating her pussy while Andi watched. Or Andi fucking her tits, while Luc ate her pussy now that would be even hotter she thought, as she increased the pressure of her fingers on her clit. Yeah, that was the ticket. Lost in her thoughts and sinking deeper into her arousal, she did not hear the guys as they walked up the path on the opposite side of the lake. She had assumed they would come back the way they had gone.
Feeling bolder and more aroused she took a deep breath and slipped a finger inside, while continuing to massage her clit, Meg let her mind drift. So much so she did not hear Andi when called to her.
Luc and Andi, set up a fire ring with the rocks they had gathered and arranged the wood. Andi saw Meg’s note and motioned toward the rock, “Luc, she is over there, sunning herself. Let’s join her while we eat.”
Andi fished sandwiches from his pack and threw one at Luc. As they walked toward the large rock, Andi motioned to towards the woods, saying “I will be right there.”
Luc walked to the base of the rock, thru the shallow water and proceeded to climb up to the top and as he crested the far edge he heard Andi coming up behind him and up the other side of the rock. Luc pulled himself up resting on his elbows, just as Andi began his ascent, Luc saw the most amazing thing.
“Mon Dieu, cela baise chaud.” Luc stage whispered.
Andi reached the top of the rock from the opposite side, looked at Luc’s face across the rock and then glanced towards Meg. Fuck that was fucking hot. Meg looked like she was asleep, her face facing him, her eyes closed and her mouth open slightly, her hands between her naked and very shapely thighs as she pleasured herself. Fuck. Baise.
Luc and Andi’s eyes held a moment and then they both let out a breath and said again, “Mon Dieu, cela baise chaud.”
Meg had been close when Luc had stumbled upon her. Damn, when did they get so sneaky or had she been so lost, she had not heard them. When she heard Andi’s curse she knew she had been found out for sure. Not one to waste the play time, Meg made a split second decision to carry on and carry on but good. Why not have a little fun?
“Je sais, le besoin pour regarder encore ?” she answered, giving away the fact that she could in fact not only understand them, but answer back.
Satisfied that she seriously had their attention, she eased her fingers from her pussy and brought them to her lips, licking her fingers and humming her approval.
“Baiser oui.” They both exclaimed as Meg slide her hand back to her wet pussy and began to fuck her fingers in and out, increasing the pressure on her clit at the same time. They were right, this was fucking hot. Being outside mostly naked in the sun had been hot, being outside, nearly naked in the sun with an audience was hotter, in fact it was fucking hot.
Almost there Meg took a deep breath, when she heard Andi mutter, “Je veux un gout.”
Forgetting the game and being consumed by the desire to have him taste, she answered, “So come over here and taste.”
Her brown eyes met his sparkling green ones, as if the challenge him to say no.
Luc looked astonished and said fiercely, “Baiser oui.”
Before Meg could draw a breath, Andi was between her thighs and his fingers replaced her own and he fucked in and out, as his mouth set about torturing her clit. Her head thrashed from side to side and she felt her pussy tightening further, more with each stroke of his finger. He increased the pressure of his tongue and suddenly the sun faded to a pinhead of light, she squeezed her eyes shut and as she came she shouted, “Baiser oui. Fuck, Andi that is good.” As she came and then came once again.
Dazzled by the intensity of her orgasm and the delight of being so deliciously naughty, she barely noticed Andi shifting back and to the left and did not register that Luc had moved closer, until she heard him whisper, my turn.
“Baiser oui.” Meg thought, this might not be such a bad weekend after all.
****
Meg huffed her way up the path, in front of them. This was not exactly what she had had in mind when Andi had asked her about going on a hiking trip this weekend. The same Andi, who two years ago had flirted shamelessly with her in Zurich and then disappeared with the pretty blond Russian tennis player.
When Andi had shown up at her office, on loan for the upcoming World Cup ski torment, which was to take place in Salt Lake City during the holidays, she had been both irked and excited. As the marketing director, she needed his connections and his experience with high profile European athletes. What she did not need was his high class European attitude. Andi ran hot and cold she decided, thinking the things she had heard about Frenchman, or she mused French speaking men, Andi was after all Swiss, were all true.
So here she was, on a hiking trip, which he had asked her on, thinking he meant for them to be alone, when in reality, she was hiking with he and his best buddy, Jean-Luc. All morning as they hiked up the mountain, hell bent for leather, to reach the lake by lunch time, they, the bosom buddies were happily chatting away in French. Sonofabitch.
As she walked about 500 feet ahead, she heard bits and pieces of their conversation. Little did they know she could grasp the jist of the conversation, having eight years and one love affair’s worth of French under her belt. Fucking stock reports were just as boring in French as English. Sonsofbitches.
Meg admitted ruefully that the scenery was beautiful. Might as well enjoy it, she thought, as she slowed her pace, fished in her pack for her Ipod and turned on her music. Jogging a tad to put more distance between them, Meg set off up the mountain, it would be an easy hike to the campsite and she knew the trail well, let Andi and Luc chat away.
After an hour or so, Meg neared the mountain top lake, where they had planned to set up camp and eat lunch. The lake was beautiful, filling the meadow on the tip of the slight plateau. She vaguely heard the guys trudging up the hill behind her. She sat her pack down on the path and plopped down on the large rock just off the path. She waited until the guys emerged from the trees and walked to join her.
Andi nodded to her.
“Let’s set up over there.” He stated firmly, pointing to a cluster of evergreens on the north side of the lake.
Meg nodded, not removing her ear bugs and hoisted her pack back over her shoulders and this time followed behind the guys.
She had to admit, as they pitched the tents and set up camp, that Luc knew what he was doing when it came to camping. He also had a great ass for an accountant. Andi had said he worked for a bank in Zurich. Meg decided he must count things by day and bust ass at night. His biceps were nothing to sneeze at either. He made the reasonable athletic Andi, look slight pudgy.
Good Meg thought, she could ogle and they could talk shop. Not a bad deal actually. Beat cleaning her apartment and dodging her mother’s weekly phone calls, trying to set her up with divorced plastic surgeons or plumbers from the union office.
Andi and Luc set off to collect stones and firewood; telling her to stay near the camp. Meg yelled after them, up the path, that she was going to wade out into the lake and sunbathe on the large rock a few feet from the shore.
Andi nodded as he hustled to keep up with Luc, who was inexplicable still talking about the EU’s grain import policy and the prices of wheat on the futures market.
Meg rummaged in her pack for her book, trail mix, and beach towel. At least the sun was shining and she figured the guys would be gone for awhile.
Scaling the side of the rock, which had to be about 6 feet high and about 9 feet wide, Meg reached the top and decided to face east. Spreading out her blanket she sat down, took off her boots and socks, slipped her shorts over her slim hips and then took off her jacket and long sleeved tee. She had worn her athletic bikini under her hiking gear, hoping it would warm up enough to sunbath. The sun up in the mountains was still warm enough for some late summer sunning, even if it was early September.
Lying on her tummy, she began to read the erotic romance she had grabbed off her to be read pile. Just her luck, in the woods with two hot men and they discussed wheat and she read smut. God was so laughing her ass off.
Glancing at her watch as she set the book aside, she estimated the guys had been gone for about an hour. Whew, that was one hot book Meg thought and the sun always, well got her worked up.
Sitting up she glanced around and turned off her iPod. Maybe she would time to take care of business before the guys got back. It was quiet, no one was around and the sun was deliciously warm as was her pussy. Damn it had been too long and she had mistakenly thought Andi had finally taken the hint and would be up for scratching the itch. Instead he shows up with a chaperone. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
Feeling like the coast was clear, she eased her bikini bottoms down over her thighs, and letting then slide over her knees to pool around her ankles. MMM, the rock was cool even thru her beach towel, but the sun was warm. Thinking about taking off her top, to let the sun kiss her nipples, she decided against it and ran her hand down her tummy to her warm and thanks to the story, wet pussy. She did not have all day and really there was no real reason to drag this out.
Her fingers followed the curve of her belly to the edge of her landing strip, to her clit. Meg closed her eyes and touched softly at first. Spreading the moisture around and teasing herself a bit. She thought about the vampire story she had been reading and then pictured Luc’s head between her spread thighs. Goodness that would be hot. Luc eating her pussy while Andi watched. Or Andi fucking her tits, while Luc ate her pussy now that would be even hotter she thought, as she increased the pressure of her fingers on her clit. Yeah, that was the ticket. Lost in her thoughts and sinking deeper into her arousal, she did not hear the guys as they walked up the path on the opposite side of the lake. She had assumed they would come back the way they had gone.
Feeling bolder and more aroused she took a deep breath and slipped a finger inside, while continuing to massage her clit, Meg let her mind drift. So much so she did not hear Andi when called to her.
Luc and Andi, set up a fire ring with the rocks they had gathered and arranged the wood. Andi saw Meg’s note and motioned toward the rock, “Luc, she is over there, sunning herself. Let’s join her while we eat.”
Andi fished sandwiches from his pack and threw one at Luc. As they walked toward the large rock, Andi motioned to towards the woods, saying “I will be right there.”
Luc walked to the base of the rock, thru the shallow water and proceeded to climb up to the top and as he crested the far edge he heard Andi coming up behind him and up the other side of the rock. Luc pulled himself up resting on his elbows, just as Andi began his ascent, Luc saw the most amazing thing.
“Mon Dieu, cela baise chaud.” Luc stage whispered.
Andi reached the top of the rock from the opposite side, looked at Luc’s face across the rock and then glanced towards Meg. Fuck that was fucking hot. Meg looked like she was asleep, her face facing him, her eyes closed and her mouth open slightly, her hands between her naked and very shapely thighs as she pleasured herself. Fuck. Baise.
Luc and Andi’s eyes held a moment and then they both let out a breath and said again, “Mon Dieu, cela baise chaud.”
Meg had been close when Luc had stumbled upon her. Damn, when did they get so sneaky or had she been so lost, she had not heard them. When she heard Andi’s curse she knew she had been found out for sure. Not one to waste the play time, Meg made a split second decision to carry on and carry on but good. Why not have a little fun?
“Je sais, le besoin pour regarder encore ?” she answered, giving away the fact that she could in fact not only understand them, but answer back.
Satisfied that she seriously had their attention, she eased her fingers from her pussy and brought them to her lips, licking her fingers and humming her approval.
“Baiser oui.” They both exclaimed as Meg slide her hand back to her wet pussy and began to fuck her fingers in and out, increasing the pressure on her clit at the same time. They were right, this was fucking hot. Being outside mostly naked in the sun had been hot, being outside, nearly naked in the sun with an audience was hotter, in fact it was fucking hot.
Almost there Meg took a deep breath, when she heard Andi mutter, “Je veux un gout.”
Forgetting the game and being consumed by the desire to have him taste, she answered, “So come over here and taste.”
Her brown eyes met his sparkling green ones, as if the challenge him to say no.
Luc looked astonished and said fiercely, “Baiser oui.”
Before Meg could draw a breath, Andi was between her thighs and his fingers replaced her own and he fucked in and out, as his mouth set about torturing her clit. Her head thrashed from side to side and she felt her pussy tightening further, more with each stroke of his finger. He increased the pressure of his tongue and suddenly the sun faded to a pinhead of light, she squeezed her eyes shut and as she came she shouted, “Baiser oui. Fuck, Andi that is good.” As she came and then came once again.
Dazzled by the intensity of her orgasm and the delight of being so deliciously naughty, she barely noticed Andi shifting back and to the left and did not register that Luc had moved closer, until she heard him whisper, my turn.
“Baiser oui.” Meg thought, this might not be such a bad weekend after all.
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