Anticipation

It had been a while coming. Several games of pool on our lunch breaks. Some idle flirting. Nothing really out there. I knew he liked what he saw, regardless of if I played in a low cut dress or a tee. Although he did appreciate watching me lean over the table and handle the pool cue in the dress.

To me he was another guy at work. Friendly, helpful. But one day in the lunch area he was wearing this tight muscle shirt. Very much not dress code. Normally he wore polo shirts. But that day... the day that started it, he looked very different. Nonchalantly sexy. It showed him off quite well. Tight muscles, one tattoo on his arm, one half hidden across the base of his neck. It appeared to be writing of some sort, and I was instantly intrigued as to what it said. I would have bet my panties that he had more too.

Like I said, sexy.

I pondered how to bed this guy. It would be relatively simple. A mention that I'd go there and he'd be putty in my hands. Except putty is soft. And he wouldn't be. Ahh yes, he'd be my bitch. Available when I wanted him. I wondered what he'd be like in bed. Would he be rough, or timid? I suspected he'd be quite considerate, but more for his ego than for his partner's satisfaction. And that suited me quite fine.

At work functions he orbited the area that I was in. Watching. Not really hanging out with me, but always around. A few times I did catch him looking. I was a touch creeped when the other guy he was talking to was watching me too. I had hoped that it would be that night. I'd shaved and gotten ready for it. But sadly, he wasn't walking in straight lines by the end of the night. Looking back I should have taken him, but I left with my boss. And I didn't want him to leave with us. Stupid, stupid girl. Hindsight sucks. I decided to make that up to him. And to me. God knows I needed a good rough fuck.

A week later the emails began. Idle chit chat. A touch of flirtation. An offer for drinks after work one night. A few days to arrange for it to happen, for our shcedules to click. For my roomie to be out.

We'd selected a quiet pub in my suburb. I'd have two drinks. Then mention that I lived a block from here. Kiss him in the elevator and have his cock in my mouth by the time I hit the light switch at home. Great plan!

And the best laid plans always go astray.

He caught the train in, arrived half an hour before we were due to meet. I'd stepped out of the shower and was halfway through moisturising when he rang. I couldn't resist. A quick run of my fingers over my clit as I stood there, naked, talking to him on the phone. I was tempted to just tell him to come over, but he'd probably get lost. I had to head out to see him without doing my make up. I figured it wasn't a big deal. I'd probably sweat it off anyway.

I was surprised when I saw him. He was dressed quite nicely. Light blue dress shirt. It looked like silk, though I would have bet my bra it wasn't. Not on his wage. Then again, he had matched it with suit pants. I figured I'd find out soon enough.

The initial meeting was awkward. There was a moment where we hesistated. Do we shake hands or make out? I settled for a kiss on the cheek. Lingering there just long enough to be suggestive. He told me he hadn't had dinner yet. Could we change our plans and have something to eat instead? Near the train station was a strip of restaurants. I was in heels, so I was more than happy to go somewhere close.

Again, I was surprised when I suggested a casual noodle bar and he turned it down. He wanted something better. Something that served steak. Jeez. Steak? I never eat steak. Its too expensive and it makes for a long dinner. Maybe that's what he wanted. Gawd, I really didn't want this to turn into a date. Nerves began to jangle as he took my hand, twining fingers into mine, and led me a 20 minute walk to the restaurant he wanted.

Conversation flowed easily. It stalled in places, but wasn't really awkward. The weather was a good topic. He wasn't from around here, so he wasn't used to the heat and humidity. Of course, with the heat and the humidity came a lack of clothes, and he wasn't complaining.We quizzed each other about family, friends, locations, jobs, travel plans. God, why would he bother with a date? He doesn't have plans to stay and I'm not inclined to date.

We got to the restaurant and he managed to get us a quiet table, for the two of us. The lights were dimmed and the ambient noise was low. He sat opposite me and we leaned in to talk some more. He ordered steak. I had a salad, dressing on the side. Shaddup. I'm weight obsessed and he already knew it. He ordered drinks for us. 2 bourbons. Mine a diet. And some cheese bread for entree. God, he was going to make me eat it. Cheese and bread? Calories galore.

The bread arrived with our drinks, and I declined to touch it. I wasn't really that hungry. He pressed the issue, and I distracted him by stretching my legs out and pressing them up against his. My legs were silky smooth and the fabric of his pants felt quite pleasant. Automatically, I rubbed my leg up against him. His eyes widened and he leaned in even closer, almost touching me. All awkwardness gone. All pretense disappeared. He wanted to get laid just as badly as I did. He just hid it better.

His eyes narrowed, his voice dropped a little. Aside from that he continued as if I hadn't done anything. But was that a little pressure I felt against my leg? Was he pressing back without rubbing? I eased my leg away from his, and it followed. I reached for my drink, looking up at him as I took a sip, with a dirty smile on my face. He'd see that look later, but instead of a straw, it would be his cock in my mouth.

The waiter interrupted our little moment. He was a little embarrassed, placing our food on the table and departing as quickly as possible. Surprisingly, the addition of food did little to stop the chatter. It also did little to dull the tension between us. The looks became sharper as the night wore on. The jokes became wittier, the touching more full on. I ached to reach under the table and grab him. I ached to kiss him, nibble him, rip his shirt off, have him inside me. A warm breeze blew through the room, and suddenly all I could smell was him. I was sure I was wet. Anticipation was killing me.

We didn't finish our meal. Our eyes met as I placed a piece of... something in my mouth. I think it was cheese. He politely requested that I tell him when I was ready to go. I put my fork down and gave the most simple, but obvious reply.

'Now.'

He called for the check. Downed his drink. It had been refilled at some stage but I was too wrapped up in the tension to realise when. He put down a card and the waiter whisked it away before I could even get my wallet out to pay my share. He leaned over the table and asked in a Vin Diesel voice, 'How far away from here do you live?'

I consdered a brief moment before replying. He nodded once. The check was returned. He signed the slip and we walked out into the balmy night. A storm may have been rolling in. Or it could have been snowing. We were clueless. The only thing of consequence at that time was each other.

He raised his well muscled arm to hail a taxi, slipping the other one over my bare shoulders. The feel of his skin slipping over mine sent tingles down my spine. As the taxi slowed down he pulled me to him and gently kissed me. As our lips touched a shiver ran down my chest, igniting my nipples, coiling hot and raw in my stomach, and flooding down to my hips.

He opened the door of the taxi, allowing me to get in first. I deliberately let my dress hike up a little as I slid across the seat, not caring if he got a flash of thigh or an eyeful of underwear. Let him appreciate it now, because I doubt I'd be wearing it for long once I got home. I gave the driver my address as I reached for the seatbelt. But he was there, sliding his hand over mine, pushing it away. He moved in closer. I could feel the breath on my neck before he began to caress it with his lips. He took the buckle and slid it down my body, gently over my breast, fingers trailing over my stomach, then over the low burning desire in my hips, and finally he clicked it into the clasp. He pulled back and buckled in as the cab began to move. The whole thing had taken maybe two seconds.

I reacehd over and rubbed his knee, sliding my hand over so that it sat on the inside of his thigh. Not too high up, I didn't want to feel him yet. That would wait. He slid his hand over mine and rested it there. The ride was maybe five mintues. I don't remember the conversation. There may not have been any. All I remember is the anticipation, and the feeling of my hand stuck between his hand and his thigh.

The taxi slowed. I insisted on paying this time. He agreed. Not because he wanted to, but because he didn't want to waste time arguing. As the driver handed me his change he was trying not to laugh. Young lust is something to be admired. We practically ran from the taxi to my front door. The elevator was there. The door slowly slid open. I grabbed his hand and dragged him in. The doors weren't even closed before I had him pushed up against the wall, kissing him viciously. He kissed me back just as hard.

his lips pushed against mine, no tongue just yet. I gripped the fabric of his shirt, pulling him to me. Even as I pressed him back against the wall. His hands cupped my face, pulling me to him. Slowly they meandered, to the back of my neck, then down my shoulders, over the rough fabric of my dress, and down past my hips. As his hands touched the skin of my thigh, the elevator stopped. I pulled back, breathless and gasping. I wanted more. Needed more. I stepped out of the elevator and reached into my bag for keys.

It made it difficult to concentrate when he stepped behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He began to kiss the back of my neck, just below my ears, and his hands dipped down to my crotch and began to caress me through the dress. As I dragged my keys out of my bag, he began to grind into me from behind. I could feel him, hard, yearning. I couldn't wait to have him. I roughly opened the door and we moved through as one.

The door wasn't even shit before he had lifted my dress, pushed my panties aside and slid two fingers into me. He still stood behind me, and I rubbed up against him as we both enjoyed it. Expertly he maneuvered his fingers in, tweaking and pushing against all the right spots. I grabbed his free hand and pulled it up to my breast. He took some initiative and slid it down the top of my dress, under my bra, and began playing with my nipple.

I turned to him and gave a low murmur of approval. 'There's really no point to me wearing this dress is there?' He didn't respond, but instantly stopped playing with my nipple. A trail of goosebumps slid over my shoulder, following his hand as he reached for my zip. In one swift motion he snapped it down, shoving the straps aside. It slipped down my body, only as far as my hips, where it bunched over his hand. He leaned over my shoulder to glance at it for a moment. I giggled nervously, and he pulled his slicked fingers from my pussy.

Unhindered, the dress fell to the floor. He stared in wonder at his fingers. They were coated by a lightly creamy film. As he stared, I spun to face him. I began to kiss him gently on his jawline. I slid my fingers across the soft fabric of his shirt, tugging at his buttons. As each button came undone, I kissed a little lower. By the time the shirt was undone, I was gently nibbling his belly button.

I rubbed the outside of his pants. The first time I'd gotten a proper feel of his cock. It was hard. That was bloody obvious. It felt thick. I grinned as I undid the button on his pants I slowly lowered the zip. And very fast, almost viciously, wrenched his pants straight down to his calves. He tensed, unused to fast movements and gentle caresses at the same time. I grinned at him, settling onto my knees as I removed his underwear.

He had quite a nice cock. It wasn't the prettiest I'd ever seen. It was average length, but slightly above average thickness. The skin was so soft and smooth, at odds with the feel of his flesh underneath it. He wasn't cut. But the foreskin didn't cover his head, leaving it looking there at me.

'Oh, hello!' I exclaimed, putting my lips gently against the soft skin of his head. My lips gently parted and I slowly took him into my mouth, gently sucking as I did so. It took me a while to get him into my mouth, I took my time and teased him. But I took all of him, deep throating him and hearing him groan, deep and gutteral. I pulled back a little faster, bobbing my head and sucking. Fast, then slow, alternating. I pulled away, releasing him from the moist warmth of my mouth, and began to nibble down the underside of his shaft. I gently kissed his balls, caressing them with my lips, flicking my tongue out to lick occasionally. I went back to suck his cock again, settling for rubbing his balls rather than tea bagging for a little bit.

He groaned. I sucked harder, rubbing my tongue against the hard underside of his member. It had been ages since I had done this. And I was relishing the experience. His soft skin, hard flesh, the smell and taste, warm with a slight salty feel to it. I could feel the ridges and veins, the rises and the dips. It was the first time I had experienced him, and I was enjoying exploring him.

'Hey,' he interrupted my concentration. I looked up at him, cock still in my mouth. I raised an eyebrow at him. He pulled away, placing a finger under my chin and pulling it up. I followed, rising so that his finger never left my chin. He pulled me to him and kissed me again, deeply. His fingers slid inside me, manipulating me to greater heights than before.

I kissed my way down his neck and shoulder, nibbling and sucking harder and harder as I came. As I peaked I raked my teeth across his skin, gasping and moaning. I shook, I was completely out of control, under his control, and I didn't care. Slowly I began to subside.

There was a short pause, and I rested my head up against his shoulder, shaking and trying to catch my breath. His skin was damp from sweat, or maybe that was mine. I wasn't really sure. I didn't really get time to figure it out either. Because then he was pushing at me, trying to get inside. I lifted a leg up, curling it around the back of his leg. He pushed me up against the wall as he entered me.

Standing like that, leg wrapped around him, I could feel an orgasm building the moment he started to thrust. I must have been wrapped tight around his cock, because he felt huge as he moved. I guessed he had taken the short break to put a condom on. I was grateful for it, but kind of irritated. He still felt good, but there was a slight disconnection between his movements and what I felt... like I was on a delay.

But quite soon I forgot all about that. He pushed, I shuddered. He grew more and more frantic, kissing down my neck, one hand planted by my side, the other on my ass, lifting me in time with his movements. I reached down with one hand and began to work my clit furiously. Spasms flew through my body and I could feel a chill sweep through my pussy as it got wetter and wetter. I moaned, trying to hold back the noise, but was unsuccessful. A loud scream was let loose as a particularly violent wave of pleasure swept through me. What felt like the urge to pee began to build, and my body fought it. I took a few deep breaths, concentrating on my orgasm, and the urge became too much.

I gripped his shoulder with one hand, digging my nails in, the other hand worked furiously as I came, hard. So hard I squirted. Come ran down his cock, all over his nuts, and smeared between his thighs. He paused for a moment, looking down, shocked.

'Nooo' I moaned, not ready for him to stop. He looked at my face, pleasure etched in every line, every bead of sweat. I couldn't focus on him, too wrapped up in my own body. He began thrusting again, in earnest this time. His lips brushed my ear as he spoke to me.

'Baby that was so hot, I'm gonna blow.' His pushes became more rhythmic. Deeper and deeper. I slowly came down from my high and looked at his face. Sweat peppered his forehead. One of his eyebrows had a slight tick. He was concentrating like nothing I've ever seen, but his eyes were glazed, vacant. It was so hot.

His sweaty body pressed my sweaty body up against the wall. Hot pushing me against cold. Hard thrusting into warm and wet. Sensory overload. I began to come again. Gasping and shuddering. I could feel him pushing with more desperation into my tight pussy. He bit me as he came. I shuddered on the end of his cock, each thrust slower and softer.

He kissed me where he bit me. Then smiled at me apologetically. 'Sorry if I was a bit rough, I got carried away.' I sucked his earlobe. 'No problems, so long as you don't make me bleed.'

He grinned and kissed my hairline. 'I need a shower, I'm all sticky,' he said as he pulled out. All of a sudden I felt empty. I feel so complete with a cock in me.

He was indeed sticky. He had come running down his legs. My come obviously, thin and runny. And there was a second lot, slightly thicker, swirled around the condom. I smiled as I removed it. 'Have you ever had sex in a shower?' I asked coyly as I stepped away from him.

Party Time

The wind whipped around her ankles, billowing out her coat and sending a breeze up her skirt. She shivered and glanced up at the darkening sky. It wasn't the weather that got a reaction out of her. It was nerves. She was meeting Jim again tonight. It had been a while since they met last, time had passed, loves had been made and lost, lives had been lived. She wondered if he'd gotten fat, and hoped that he hadn't. He never had the perfect body, but she did like it just the way it was.

She was running late. Though Jim had to know she would be. The wind whistled through the trees as she hailed a cab. She was excited. It had been to long since she'd tasted another. And tonight it was going to happen. No matter what.

Jim didn't know it, but she had arranged a surprise for him. Sandy and Mike were also going to be there. He'd never met them, but she had. Oh, the fun she'd had with these guys in the past. She suspected that Jim swung a bit. And she knew Sandy and Mike did. Hell, she'd fucked them several times in the past, first after their housewarming, then again a few months later after a drunken night out in the city. And most recently at their engagement. It seemed that whenever they got bored they'd call her in to spice things up. She didn't mind being a bit of spice in someone's life, but it wasn't quite as satisfying as having your own someone.

The cab stopped abruptly. The fare seemed unusually high, and she gave the cabbie an 'accidental' flash of her fishnet stockinged thigh as she rummaged through her purse for cash. Nowhere in that view did he see a skirt, but he did see her black velvet and lace garter belt. She diffidently told him that all she had was a $10, and apologised profusely. The cabbie accepted the money with a knowing smirk.

Outside the air smelt thick, but with the clear tang of brine. She shut the car door with a solid thud, and heard the cab roar off into the night. She was meeting him at a bar, overlooking the bay. But for now she was alone, and she loved this moment. The lights on the other side twinkled clearly in the distance, and the wind tousled her hair. She closed her eyes and stayed in that moment. Probably for a moment too long.

She smelt him before he touched her. His arms sliding around her waist, pulling him to her. His body was hard, and pressed against her tightly. Her shoulders to his chest, his groin rubbing just under her hips, their legs touching all the way down to her calves. She slowly turned her head back and smiled at him.

'Hey Stranger,' she breathed. His only response was a smirk, a pause and a deep kiss. One hand remained on her belly, pressing her to him, and the other slowly moved up the outside of her jacket. A moment like that, a lifetime, who knew? His deep, warm kiss, wrapped around each other. Slowly she pulled away.

'Do we have to do drinks? Its great to see you... but seeing you like this...' he trailed off and pressed his fast firming cock into her back. She smiled and tugged herself out of his grip. Turning to face him she placed a hand on his smooth, soft cheek, reiterating her desire to catch up. 'It will be worth it,' she promised.

He agreed, mentioning the tension would make it one brilliant fuck. He leaned in to kiss her one more time, gently this time. She could feel his breath on her cheek. Suddenly he pulled away and stared out into the distance. 'I just might need a minute before we get to the bar,' he grinned, embarrassed. She laughed and agreed. There was nothing subtle about his desire for her right now.

She stepped back, holding onto his hand coyly. She ginned at him, gently chewed on her lower lip and let go of his hand, turning to walk away. He would catch up when he was ready.

The wind still tugged as her skirt as she made her was down the stairs to the bar she had picked. Raising her head to the sky, she was struck anew with the smell of the water. This was her favourite spot. Where the city met the sea, the water was wild and unpredictability, and the tame could sit in safety and watch. As far as she was concerned, these people were all about the show, but it was fun to watch.

There was foam on the caps tonight. The air was warm but the breeze was cold. She stepped into the warm of the bar, requesting a table for four, ocean view please. The waiter was more then helpful. She briefly wondered if he'd be interested in joining their tryst tonight, then dismissed him.

Taking her seat she ordered for them both - Pina Colada for her and a double scotch for him. The drinks arrived at the same time as Jim. He took the seat opposite her, laughing. 'You and your views.'

She smiled and crossed her legs under the table. Her foot brushed against his leg and rested against his calf. She smiled at him with her eyes as she took a sip. Conversation flowed easily. They had much to catch up on. Before long their drinks were finished. Jim looked at her and asked if she was ready to go. She paused a moment, glancing at the door, 'Lets have another. We have all night to celebrate.' Sandy and Mike had finally arrived.

Sandy was attractive, in a homely type way. Not too bright though. She was just above average height, with a lovely lean body, and smallish, firm breasts. Her hair was a dark chestnut, just past her shoulders and almost straight. Tonight it was blowing all over her face from the breeze. Her lightly tanned skin was glowing, and her green eyes were bright. Just looking at her, and you felt her excitement. Tonight it was palpable, and she stood out for it. Though most times she faded into the crowd.

Mike was taller, not quite 6 feet. He was nicely toned. In his past he could have been a model. He had a strong jawline and his dark hair surprising flecks of grey. It only made him all the sexier. His blue eyes sought hers and he acknowledged her with a smile. He gestured to the bar and she nodded, yes, he should get drinks. He moved in that direction and Sandy made her way over to the table.

'Darling, we're so sorry we're late,' Sandy gasped as she slid into the seat next to Jim. 'But we're here... Hi, I'm Sandy,' she murmured, holding her hand out to Jim. She was definitely coming on to him. Jim threw the quickest of glances at Helen. a small smile and the tiniest nod of approval was all that he needed. He took her hand and shook it, before raising it to his lips and kissing the back of her hand. As his lips touched the warm smoothness of her wrist, he looked up at her with lust in his eyes. Sandy smirked back at him, that sexy look you pass to someone when you both know hot sex is being offered, but no one is game to say a word. The tension was electrifying.

The tension was suddenly broken by the placement of a tray on the table. 'Two Cosmo's for the ladies, and I pick you for a scotch drinker... It is Jim isn't it?' Mike slid into the seat next to Helen. Jim looked suddenly guilty, not unlike a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and dropped Sandy's hand. Mike laughed quietly at Jim's discomfort, and leaned over to kiss Helen on the cheek. He lingered there, with his lips against her cheekbone. His smell wafted around her intoxicatingly. He smelt very... male, like sex and sweat, but clean, slightly musky. He smelt like lust. Helen became aware of his chest pressing into her shoulder as he began to pull away.

'You're a tease,' She accused. 'Are you cold?' Mike asked, suddenly concerned. Helen assured him she wasn't. 'Then why are you still wearing that coat?' Helen had forgotten it. Mike reached under her elbow, lifting her out of the seat to help remove it.

She heard Jim's intake of breath as he saw her anew. She was wearing a burnt orange silk shirt, unbuttoned enough to give a hint of her breasts. It skimmed her perfectly proportioned hips, leading into a small black skirt. Her garter was clearly visible for a moment, just before she pulled her skirt down to cover it. The whole effect on her was magnificent. The shirt really bought out copper highlights in her auburn hair. She was very fair skinned, and had huge dark hazel eyes. Tonight they appeared to be a dark moss green.

'You called me a tease I believe?' Mike asked sardonically. Helen slid back into her seat and Mike followed, sliding close and pressing against her. Jim stared at her, agog. He didn't even jump when Sandy slid her hand over his thigh to his groin. 'I can't wait to have that in me, she murmured,' just loud enough for them all to hear. Jim threw a tortured look at her, and she withdrew her hand with a small laugh, reaching for her drink instead.

The whole experience was heady for Helen. Here were two of the most open people she had fucked, and one of her all time favourites. It must have been slightly overwhelming for Jim. But she was sure he'd be great in this setting. She watched as he reached for a drink. His hand slid under the table and she suspected he'd be returning the favour to Sandy. A slight flush crept up her neck, as she chatted to Helen and her fiance, but other than that, no signs.

Jim was busy exploring Sandy. He still tingled with anticipation, especially his cock, but he wasn't hard. At least, not for now. His hand began at her knee, touching the smooth skin of her lower thigh. He wondered how far she'd let him go. And was willing to test that boundary. His hand moved quickly up her leg, rotating inwards. Her thighs were together. He paused a second, about to pull his hand away, when she shifted, and he slipped his hand through the gap.

She wasn't wearing any panties. He slowly moved his hand over her pussy. She was freshly waxed, but had a soft landing strip of fuzz. He caressed her once... twice, moving his hand over the outside of her lips. On the third pass he used his outside fingers to spread her, and slid the middle one between.

She was wet. She wanted him with the same desire he wanted her. His finger slid between her lips with ease. He slid his finger along the smooth, wet skin near her opening. He loved the feel of it. Then he rubbed a little higher. The skin softened and loosened. And then there is was. In the apex of that little crease of wet skin. Her clit felt like a little pebble. He gave it a little flick with his finger, feeling her enjoyment, and withdrew. It would have to wait.

Mike watched on from the other side of the table. Jim glanced up and met his eyes. A smirk passed between them, Mike raised his glass and congratulated him with 'Cheers.’ Jim felt slightly embarrassed at getting sprung, but more than that, he was elated. He’d had a few threesomes in his life, but never something like tonight promised. The atmosphere was electric. Helen calmly sipped her drink and joined in the conversation. The boys drank nervously, sipping fast and often, glancing at the Helen to see if she was ready. Sandy had taken only one sip.

The moment arrived. Helen picked up her glass for the last time and savoured the last mouthful. The boys stared at her as she put her glass down. She smiled and they all stood. Sandy's drink sat forgotten and unconsumed at the table. 'Where to now?' Mike queried, as he helped Helen on with her jacket.

Helen glanced up at him, her eyes locking onto his. 'I took the liberty of booking a room... here,' she smiled. 'Follow me.'

Jim gave a quick rebuttal with 'We have been, all night,' which raised a laugh from them all. Helen grinned back at him sheepishly and reached for his hand. Together they walked out of the bar, to the lobby next door. Moving up to the desk she dropped Jim's hand, deciding to do check in by herself.

A few minutes later she returned with her card. 'We're on the sixth floor,' she informed them. 'Lemme guess,' Mike interjected, 'you requested a room with a view?' Helen grinned and blushed slightly, choosing not to answer that question. As she pressed the button to call the elevator, Mike approached from behind. Wrapping his arms around her waist and rubbing against her, he asked, 'When were you last tested?'

Helen was suprised. 'Two months ago.'

'Been with anyone since?' Mike probed.

'No.'

'We got our results a week ago. Haven't played for a while.'

They looked at Jim, who had the biggest grin splashed across his face. 'An ex has chlamydia. She had the good grace to tell me. I got results back a month ago. Nobody since, which means...'

'We're all clean,' Sandy breathed, wide eyed.

'And tonight just got a hell of a lot more fun,' Mike stated as the elevator pinged. Hearts raced as they stepped inside.

The doors slid shut and Mike pinned Helen up against the wall, kissing her viciously. Jim gave Sandy a light kiss, more intent on finishing what he started earlier. His hand slid up her thigh and into her. She was tight and so wet. His fingers slipped easily in and out, his thumb moving lightly over her clit. His other hand roved down to her breast, massaging it through her shirt. Sandy returned the favour. Massaging his cock with fervour. It was a damn shame he was still wearing pants, but it gave her a chance to size him up, so to speak. He felt good. Rock hard, not as long as Mike, but a little thicker. She stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear, 'I can't wait to taste you.' She gently sucked on his earlobe, moving down his neck and fluttering her lips over his collarbone.

The lift grinds to a stop. Jim pulls his hand out of Sandy and tugs her skirt back into position. The doors slide open and they exit. The signs indicate they aren't too close to their room. They turn left and move along the hall looking for the room.

In their excitement Helen and Mike walked straight past it. Jim spotted the door and called out to them. Helen turned to walk back, and spotted Mike. He was straining against his pants. His erection exceptionally obvious to all. Helen couldn't resist giving it a stroke as she went past. 'Careful,' she warned, 'you could take somebody's eye out with that.'

She unlocked the door with her pass, turning to face the others before she opened it. Their faces were eager, filled with lust. She grinned as she turned the handle, stepping back to allow the others through.

Mike had other ideas. As he stepped past Helen, he threaded his arm around her waist and dragged her inside. He threw her down onto the bed, crawling up her body and kissing her viciously again. It was the sexiest sight for her, watching Mike get closer and closer, framed by her legs. As he covered her, she wrapped her legs around him, he ground into her as their lips tousled and their tongues met, over and over again.

Jim and Sandy moved in, in perfect sync with each other. Sandy pushed Jim up against the wall. She made to kiss him but her lips barely brushed his. He reached out his tongue and gently licked her lips as she pulled away. Her hands were already working his pants. Deftly she unzipped him and reached a hand down into the depths of his pants. He was wearing boxers. She slipped her hand further in, and felt her reward. Skin. Soft and smooth, a few ridges of veins, and a hard cock. She bobbed down and pressed her lips to the tip of his cock.

Jim inhaled as he felt the knob of his cock get slowly engulfed by her warm, wet mouth. She applied gentle pressure to him, pulling on his pants. Jim still hadn't undone his belt or top button. He obliged Sandy in freeing himself for her. Mouth still wrapped around his cock, she sucked deeply and gave a vicious tug on his pants, yanking them down around his ankles. She withdrew a little, admiring his cock. She ran her tongue from his boxers, over the underside of his shaft, and gently flicked across the tip, gazing up at him. Jim reached down and tucked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down fast, but gently. His cock dipped, disappeared from view as it slipped back inside, and then sprung out as it was released from the waistband. It had barely stopped bobbing when Sandy had it in her mouth again. She worked it well. Bobbing fast, sucking lightly. Now that he had his pants around his ankles, she was free to massage his nuts, and she did so gently. Jim gently stepped out of his pants, pushing them to the side. He tugged off his shirt and dropped it on his discarded clothes. Sighing, he leaned back against the wall and watched Sandy do her thing.

Around the same time that Sandy removed Jim's pants, Mike pulled away from his kiss with Helen. He undid her coat as he kissed down her neck. Reaching her breasts he gently nuzzled between them, pausing to gently nibble on her nipple. As he undid a button on her shirt, he would kiss underneath it. Except for her belly button. He gave that a gentle suck and Helen giggled in response. He was the width of her skirt away from his intended destination. Her shirt was completely undone. Her beautiful breasts bared, her nipples erect. It appeared that she was an artwork. Her torso was framed by her shirt, which appeared dark gold in the lighting of the room. Her grey coat framed around her where he had thrown her on the bed, giving her whole appearance a butterfly effect.

Reaching down, Mike pushed her skirt up. She was wearing a lacy black thong. Mike slid a finger inside it. Her pussy pulsed slightly, inviting him in. He obliged, sliding one finger in behind her thong. Pulling his finger out of her, he inserted two, moving gently but firmly inwards. Helen moaned. It had been three months and she'd barely had time to service herself. Mike quickened the pace, sliding the fingers of his other hand inside the delicate lace. With a quick tug he pulled on the thong, tearing it from her body. He flung it across the room and fell to his knees, burying his face in her dripping cunt.

Hungrily his lips encased her clit and he sucked, flicking his tongue over it rhythmically. She moaned and began to thrust. His fingers were deep inside her and he could feel her beginning to contract around him. She squealed. Loud and long. She was writhing with pleasure. Suddenly she sat half up, propped on one elbow. She reached her other hand around and wound it through his hair, fingers digging in like claws and pulling him in as she came. He kept up the pace until he felt her begin to slack off. He pulled away as she collapsed back onto the bed, sliding his soaking, creamy fingers out of her. he dipped his head back in and flicked her clit, just once. Her whole body spasmed and she pushed him away, still gasping.

After a moment she raised herself again. Spying Jim and Sandy over at the wall. Jim had his head tipped back, eyes shut. Clearly he was having as much fun as he thought he'd have tonight. A small smile crossed Helen's face and she rose, shedding her shirt and coat as she went. She was still wearing her skirt, hiked up around her waist, her stockings, heels and garter belt. She stood in front of Jim, bending over and staring coyly at Mike over her shoulder. The intent was clear.

Mike quickly undressed, slowly stroking his fully erect cock. He approached Helen, rubbing his cock over her pussy and smacking her clit with it. Small spasms shuddered through her body with each contact. She turned to face Jim's cock, which Sandy was still sucking on. Gently she reached out with her tongue and began to lick his balls, hands roaming over his thigh.

Mike fell to his knees, reaching for his fiance's pussy. He slid two fingers in, and coaxed her to raise her ass. With his other hand he slid two fingers into Helen. He pushed them in rhythmically, fucking both girls with his fingers at the same time and speed. He slowly dragged his fingers out of Sandy, dipping his head down and running his tongue over her pussy. Flicking his fingers over her clit he watched as she suddenly got distracted. He gently bit her on the ass, slipping his fingers back inside, working faster and harder.

Sandy reached a hand up Jim's leg, dragging her nails slightly, sending shivers all the way up his body. Her hand touched Helens and she hesitated. Throwing caution to the wind she reached slightly behind and ran her fingers lightly over Helen's breast. She gently tweaked the nipple and Helen looked at her. They inched closer and their lips met, tongues entwining. It was the softest kiss that Helen had ever experienced, sweet and gentle. But with an urgency at the same time.

Jim opened his eyes at the cessation of the girls attentions and looked down. The sight of these two beautiful women kissing within an inch of his cock was almost too much. He slowly pushed forwards, pressing his knob against their mouths. Slowly they let him in, the two girls still kissing, flicking their tongues over his knob. Helen pulled back a little, letting Sandy have his knob. Helen's mouth roamed all over his penis, nibbling down his shaft before taking one of his balls in her mouth. Jim felt the warm wetness on his nut, a moment before she started sucking, ever so lightly.

Mike watched on, incredibly horny. He stood suddenly, watching the girls double team Jim. Slowly he slipped his cock into Helen, grabbing the skirt around her waist to fuck her with a bit more force. She was tight and wet. Oh, so wet. He slid in, deep and fast. She felt sooo good. She began arching her back and sucking harder on Jim. Abruptly he pulled out, grabbed his cock, and slammed it into Sandy. He knew his finace loved this position. Hard and fast, slamming straight into her G spot. She began moving in his rhythm. He stopped and pulled out. Sliding the tip in, slowly. Not enough for her to get off, but enough for her to want more.

Grabbing Helen on the ass, he dragged her closer, so she was right next to Sandy. One thrust in each girl. He could smell the excitement in the air. The girls gasped. Helen. Sandy. Helen. Sandy. Helen was tighter and wetter, but his fiance took it rougher and deeper. Helen. Sandy. Helen. Sandy. His head was filled with lust. He stayed with Helen a moment. Pulling out occasionally to slap her clit with his cock. The harder he fucked them, the harder they sucked at Jim. Their tongues roaming all over him. As he fucked each girl, they'd take turns sucking Jim's cock. Mike could feel himself getting ready to come. He pulled out of Helen one last time, spanking her soundly as he did so.

With a grunt he entered his fiance. He felt tight all over. Ready for sweet release. He moved slowly. He wanted her to come before he did. She raised herself slightly, so she was almost standing. Reaching down she started to work her clit furiously. Mike pulled her to him, grabbing her breast roughly. He sucked on her ear as he pounded her from behind, slamming straight into her g spot. She moaned and pushed back into him. With a long moan and a loud scream she came. Mike still pounded with a furiousness that would scare most women. But Sandy took it, gasping and wriggling. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and with a guttural grunt Mike let go. He tensed all over and then suddenly relaxed, eyes glazed. Sandy felt a familiar warm wetness fill her. And she relaxed too.

The air filled with the smell of sex. It was heady and intoxicating. Mike picked Helen up, carrying her over to the bed. He dropped her and unceremoniously covered her. Sliding deep within her. Desperate. Urgent. It was time for him to come too. Helen felt the same. Every inch of her tingled. Wave after wave of pleasure rocketed through her. Her head tilted back and her knees flexed. She began a pedalling motion with her legs, panting. God, she was so tight. The spams of her pussy as she came were so forceful, almost like she was fighting his cock. Jim neared climax. He could smell it, feel it, taste it. Be began to moan. Each moan getting a little louder and longer as he neared his final goal.

Release happened swiftly. He stayed deep within her as he came. Feeling her twitching around him. He stretched over her, still buried in her, and gave her a deep kiss. He was without the ability to speak. As the last waves of pleasure faded he pulled out, stretching on the bed next to her. Helen's head swam, and she closed her eyes for a moment to catch her breath.

Helen woke up an hour or so later. Legs intertwined with someone and nestled between two people. She rolled over and snuggled into the nearest body, with her hand on the small yet firm breast as she drifted back to sleep.

One Talented Lover

We'd been texting each other all afternoon. I hadn't seen him in quite a while. Well, I had seen him around, but I hadn't had him to myself. I had just moved into my new place and finally gotten settled.

Those texts, they were damn hot. And very explicit. Telling me exactly what he was going to do to me tonight. How he was going to make me scream and cum. To my end, I had replied just the same. I told him, just as explicitly, that I wanted to fuck him in every room of the house. Just hearing that little groaning 'yeah?' was all the approval I needed. I wanted to tease him, make him hard, but he was at work. I'd have to save that trick for another time. I had the place to myself. I hadn't found a roomie yet, so there were no limits to what we could do. And I told him just that.

He rang when I was in the shower. He was still at work and I was getting ready. I had literally only shaved one leg when the phone rang. I turned off the water and answered it. He wanted directions. I complained that he was going to be early. I wasn't yet ready. He said he was still at work, but he would be coming straight over. I whispered some naughty words in his ear. He couldn't respond. But I could hear in his voice that he loved it.

I finished shaving my legs and dried. Making sure to moisturise every inch of my body. I wanted to be as smooth as possible for him. I wanted to feel his warm skin sliding effortlessly over mine. I selected my underwear carefully. Red. Bright red. Very hot. My clothes were selected a bit less carefully. I wanted to look good, but we both knew that it wouldn't be on for very long.

I set a dvd on to wait for him. It wasn't all that long before I got the text. 'Leaving work now. Fuck you soon.'

I waited by the door with the outside light on. I saw headlights pull into my court. They slowed and finally pulled into my drive. I waited still, heart pounding. I heard the engine wind down. The door opened and he stepped out of the car. God he was hot. My god, the sight of him was enough to make we weak at the knees and damp in the panties. He was tall, well over six feet. With curly black hair. I loved running my fingers through his hair, and giving it a little tug. His eyes were blue. So clear, like ice. They saw straight through me. Though it wasn't hard to see what I wanted. He was lean. Just the way I liked. I don't like muscle bound, nor do I like fat. I want to be able to feel whats under his skin, without anything in the way. I stepped outside into the balmy night as he slammed the car door.

'Hello,' I drawled. Slow and sexy. I like the way it feels to talk when I'm horny. The words form slowly and slip out of my mouth, like they don't belong to me. Like they belong to the other, and they're being made especailly for him. And he says it back. Just the same. 'Hello,' like this was a normal encounter and he was just popping in to say hi, and get a look around the new place.

I love the way he walks. He knows I like seeing what he's got, and he knows how to walk to show it off. I guess a modelling career will teach you that. But there's more to him than his walk. He has a presence that makes me tingle in all the right places. And some of the wrong ones too. He steps towards me and I can smell him. Just having him so near me makes me wet. He holds my gaze for half a second outside, in the doorway. I refuse to back down. If he was two inches closer we'd be touching. I stretch upwards and give him a vicious kiss, with lots of tongue and lip action. But its brief. I pull away and reach for the door. 'Let's go inside, shall we?'

He follows me inside and we kiss in the doorway again. He throws me against the wall roughly and I shudder as he kisses me. Its easily the most intense, vicious, passionate kiss I've ever had. His hands are on either side of me, holding me exactly where he wants me, one arm running next to my side and lying against the wall. The other gently but firmly moves over my breast. He's so close to me. His whole body is hard up against mine. While we express ourselves I take the chance to explore him. I run my hand down his body and find him. He's hard. Fuck, is he hard. And he's big, maybe even a little too big. Lovely, thick and long. I run my hand up and down him, caressing him through his pants. I love doing this. It builds expectations. I guess he loves it when I do it too. At later stages he'd just pull it out the moment he got in the door. God that used to shit me. I love finding it, and unveiling it. Even though when its that big, its not hard to miss. Pun fully intended.

I slide my hand a bit further north and begin to play with his belt buckle. My other hand joins in the action. We're still connected at the mouth and touching pretty much all the way to the ground. Suddenly I pull back and stare at the offending buckle. I can't manage it. I want to see and taste his cock right now. I want it inside me. God I'm horny. And I can't undo the fucking buckle. 'Is there a trick to that?'

'Yeah,' he mumbles. I should have watched him undo it. Maybe I did and I just didn't pay attention. Maybe I did and I did pay attention, but forgot all about it as soon as it was undone. Whatever. All I know is that he undid it, and I don't remember how. Suddenly his belt is undone. He unbuttons his pants and undoes his fly. Quick as a flash I'm back in there, rubbing him again. His skin feels soft under my palm. I grip him firmly, but tug softly. The foreskin feels soft and slippery. In contrast to the hard tissue underneath it. He smells horny and we kiss a little more.

Finally we stop. The time has come. Time to get down to business. He glances around the room. Its unfurnished. 'Where...?' he trails off. I offer him a choice. Bedroom, closer but a familiar environment. Or lounge, further away, but furniture I hadn't fucked on previously. He let me choose. I picked the lounge. Or, I grasped his cock and led him there.

It must have been a funny sight. Being a new place he didn't know where we were going. And he wanted to see everything. So he was a little behind. I led him eagerly through the kitchen, the study and to the lounge. All the while treating his cock like a a handle. It was convenient like that. And kinky too. His pants were around his ankles and he shuffled slowly along. Occasionally I'd stroke him and stare sluttily into his eyes.

We got to the lounge. He knew we had finally arrived. So he walked in and had a quick look around. His gaze landed on me and we kissed again, and began undressing each other in earnest. Shirts came off first. Then my pants. He sat down on the couch to remove his shoes and socks. Once these were off his pants fell from his ankles. I stepped towards him and gave him a deep kiss. His hand wandered and he gently fingered my slippery pussy. One finger, then two. Deep inside me. His other hand meandered up my back to my bra clips. With a smooth hand motion, he undid my bra and flicked it off. It happened so fast I got a thrill. He wanted in there. And he wanted to be in there NOW.

He's still sitting on the couch. His fingers are still inside me, teasing me to the point of excitement. I'm not yet ready to come, but I can feel my body responding hungrily to his touch. I move forward ever so slightly. He nuzzles into my breast and begins to tease it with his lips. Very slowly he begins to suck at my hard nipple. Suddenly he stops, and instead begins to nibble instead. The feeling of his teeth gently raking it makes me want to squeal. My breathing becomes deeper and more staccato. A few groans inadvertently escape my lips. I vaguely think that if he did that to my clit I'd be screaming the rafters down.

He pulls away from my nipple and slowly slides his hand out from my soaking pussy. I stand there with my eyes half closed for the smallest of moments, trying to memorise that feeling. To no avail. I swallow and open my eyes. He's so fucking hot. Sitting there, staring back at me with absolute lust in his eyes. I reach down and gently stroke his throbbing cock. I lean forward and kiss him lightly. Just a few butterfly kisses to tease him as I get down on my knees.

His cock was perfect. There's no other way to describe it. It was big. Maybe erring on the side of being too big. It was long, and thick. Smooth, and almost perfectly proportioned. The knob of his cock was maybe a bit smaller than his girth warranted, but it was made to hit the right spots. And I knew from experience that it indeed did that.

I looked up at him as I took him deep into my mouth. I sucked him, hard. Running my hand up and down the shaft as I did so. I could tell from his breathing that he loved it. His groans were purely animal in nature. I nibbled the underside of his cock, from the tip, to the base. When I got there, I gently sucked his nuts too. He began to swear in his excitement. Releasing him from my mouth, I met his eyes. 'You forgot, didn't you. You forgot how good I was at this.' A light sweat peppered his brow as he answered the affirmative. I smiled and determined to make it even more memorable.

I really went to work on his cock. Sucking and playing with him. Nibbling and stroking. He was lost, right there in that moment. He murmured something quietly. My mother always taught me not to speak with my mouth full, so I pulled away with a lazy 'mmm?'

'You worry me' he repeated.

Mistaking the intent, I asked him, 'why do you worry about me?'

'I'm worried that you're going to hurt me,' was his reply.

I considered this as I shifted position. My face bobbed from one side of his cock, over the top and to the other side, hand moving all the while. 'Its just sex. I'll be nice if you will.'

He seemed happy with that. Suddenly he stood up. I dragged my hands slowly up his legs, all the way from his calves, up the inside of his thighs. I took his cock in my mouth again, sucking gently this time. I didn't move my head. I let him thrust into my mouth with the speed and pressure that he wanted. I loved the feel of his cock slipping over my lips, the way his smooth shaft felt against my tongue. He was warm and soft, and when I sucked him I could feel him throbbing in time in my mouth.

Suddenly he pulled away. I stood too. 'I wanna fuck you from behind. ' I reached up for a quick kiss as we got into position. I put one leg up on the couch, leaning forward slightly. I felt him step up behind me, one hand on my ass. Then his cock was gently rubbing against the smooth, slippery opening to my pussy. He pushed a little, and I gave way, letting him slip deep inside.

I nearly screamed. With that position he always pushed straight into my G spot. And here he was, thrusting slowly but rhythmically into me. For a guy with such a big cock he was surprisingly gentle. I love being taken from behind. The feel of his legs pressed hard up against mine, his hands on my hips, and him linking into me is absolutely fantastic. Little ripples of pleasure ran through me, shivering under my skin with every thrust. Before long, it became difficult to breathe normally. I hung my head down, gasping and moaning.

I have no idea how long I'm there for, before he pulls away again. I sink onto the couch. This guy gives me the energy to go all night, but manages to sap my strength at the same time. He follows me. I stretch out, and as he comes in to enter me again, I slide one leg around his waist. Before he touches me though, he kisses me lightly. I'm distracted and so almost miss the sensation of him slipping between my wet slip. There is no missing him sliding into me. He fills me completely. His tongue slides around my nipple and he sucks viciously as he thrusts into me. I can feel his stomach pushing into mine. I feel every inch of my naked skin, whether its pressing against the couch, or next to his warm skin, or exposed to the cold air. And I am acutely aware that I'm tightening around his cock, which is slipping into me harder, and faster.

He pulls away. Linking his arms behind my knees, he wraps them around my thighs and drags me towards him. 'Gimme that pussy,' he growls. I laugh. For a moment. He's inside me again and the laughs quickly turn to moans. I'm beginning to come.

Abruptly he pulls away. He sits back on the couch, legs spread cock sitting straight up. 'I want you to sit on me,' he instructs. I happily oblige. After all, that cock is just begging to be ridden, sitting up, all stiff like that. I straddle him. Reaching behind me to guide his cock in. As I slide down his pole, I gasp. In this position I'm tighter than ever, and I hug him very closely. It feels fantastic. I slide up, and back down, slowly. Reveling in the sensation that his body gives mine. As I approach climax, I speed up. I begin to tingle harder, deep inside. The tiny ripples of pleasure begin to turn into waves, washing over me.

I rise one last time and when I come back down, he's not there anymore. I freeze. I look at him. He's extremely pale. 'Its come out,' I know I stated the obvious.

'I know' he replies. Nothing more is forthcoming. I reach back and grasp him. Unconsciously I begin to stroke.

'Whats going on?' I ask, confused.

'I don't wanna cum yet,' is his reply. I'm still stroking him without realising. A few moments pass.

'You gonna cum?' He swallows and gives an almost imperceptible nod. I am now in a tough position. I don't want to say or do anything to make him feel inadequate. I swing off of his lap. For half a moment he is bitterly disappointed. Then I kneel in front of him again. And I suck him as he cums. He doesn't cum hard. But he's been trying to hold it back.

When my mouth is full, I pull away and swallow. The fluid is warm and bitingly salty as it slides down the back of my throat. I look at the floor, bite back a grimace and hope he doesn't notice. I stare up at him again and rub his cock against my tits as he finishes.

He feels bad. I can see it in his face. He wanted me to cum too. I sit on the couch alongside him. He's playing with himself, trying to get ready again. I slide my hand up his thigh. 'Let me do it. I'll play with you, if you play with me,' I offer. He readily accepts. I slide around, so that I'm facing him, legs spread. One sits across his lap, and the other presses against his side.

He slides two fingers inside me again. I stroke him. Though soon he's forgotten. His fingers are pressing the right zones. I stop playing with him and lay back on the couch, inviting him to do his thing. He leans in to focus properly, fingers still deep inside. He stops moving them in the standard 'cum hither' motion, and instead starts moving them in opposite directions. One flicking forward as the other flicks back, then alternating. I've never felt anything like it in my life. I was being stimulated by two fingers, but I had the added bonus that each time his knuckles slid past each other, it felt like he was flicking me deep inside. Soon enough I'm cumming. Hard. I can't breathe properly. My back is arched and I feel like I'm going to fly right through the wall. I gather myself one last time, and meet his eyes.

It appears that he thinks I've faked it. He leans in and nibbles the inside of my knee, and I'm lost again. I shut my eyes and begin screaming in earnest. If I came hard before, then this makes it appear as nothing. I begin the descent and I beg him, 'Gimme your fingers.'

He doesn't comprehend so I ask him again. He pulls his hand out slowly and offers it to me, unsure of what I'll do. I reach out and guide it to my mouth. I suck hungrily at his fingers and see the look of shock on his face. I give him back his hand and I have to ask, 'you've never had anyone do that to you before?

'Never.'

He wasn't exactly innocent either.

The first time

Closing the door behind him, he looked at her staring around the room. She wore a gorgeous dress, tight across the bodice, fastened with hooks all the way down the back, and covered in lace. Her skirt flowed straight down and gently swept the floor. He'd never seen that outfit until today. Her shoes were already discarded by the door.

She turned to face him. A gentle smile swept across her face and her green eyes danced at the sight of him. He hesitated. They'd been together for what seemed like a million times, and he was as comfortable with her as he was with his pet cat. So why was it so awkward all of a sudden? Nothing had really changed, or so he told himself.

He shrugged off his jacket and dropped it on top of her shoes. Turning he moved over to the bar. It had been a big day, it passed in a blur. He didn't even know if he'd even eaten anything. He ran a hand through his hair as he contemplated the drinks. Mixing himself a gin and tonic, he heard her move to the bathroom.

He followed her in there and stood in the doorway while he drank. She was stunning, seeing her today... it took his breath away. And seeing her now... he was inexplicably proud. He's taken a wildcat and managed to convince her to love him and to want to be with him. She was slim, perfectly toned, with shimmering green eyes set in a delicate face, surrounded long blonde hair. Everywhere they went people looked at her. If they saw him they often wondered who he was to be with someone like that. He was about her height, maybe a little shorter, with thick dark hair and dark eyes. He had an alright body, he supposed, but nothing to brag about.

She gasped as she pulled a pin out of her hair and pouted into the mirror. He moved forward and wrapped one hand around her waist, placing the drink on the sink with the other. She moved back into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his. Leaving one hand wrapped around her waist, he pushed her hair aside and kissed her gently on the back of the neck, just behind the ear. She smiled and melted into his embrace, eyes closed and head turned slightly to face him. He pulled his face back and began to examine her hair for more pins, removing any as he saw them.

Slowly he ran his hands through her hair, massaging her scalp. Her hair had been pinned so tightly, and as much as she'd wanted to scratch all day, she couldn't. It was bliss for her. He loved to do little things like this for her. She was so wound up about today. And now it was over she could finally relax. She turned her head over her shoulder and their eyes met. Wrapping his arms around her again, he held her tight for a kiss.

Shivers went down his spine to the soles of his feet the moment his lips touched hers. They were smooth and soft, pressing against his perfectly. They stood there, in the bathroom, like that for what seemed an eternity. Finally she pulled away from him slightly and turned to face him.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she could feel his hand slide around her waist. She moved in for the kiss again. This time it was more demanding of him. She could feel every inch of him, pressed against her. She slowly slid a hand down his chest and left it there, pressed against his heart. She could feel it pulsing through his shirt.

His hand slowly slipped up her back, plucking the hooks at the back of her bodice. He knew he would never get it undone this way, it was just a contrast to feeling skin there. However, she had other ideas.

'Mind if I take this off?' she murmured into his adams apple.

'Is it that uncomfortable?' He asked her. 'You look so amazing in it.'

'I know I do, thats why I chose it,' she grinned at him. 'But its so...' she waved her hands vaguely, 'fatiguing,' she finished.

Her hands stretched around to where his were, and she began pulling ineffectively at the hooks. 'Here,' he said, spinning her around so her back was facing him, 'I'll be quicker.' And he was, within moments it had loosened around her chest and she realised it had restricted her breathing all day. A few more moments and she was free of the dress, and it slid down to the floor.

He let out a small cough in his surprise. One moment he was standing behind her, loosening the dress, the next he was staring at her perfect, smooth arse. She was wearing nothing except a white lace thong and her white stockings, held up by a thick lace band. She put her hand on her hip and breathed hard in relief, before turning to face him with a sexy smile. The wildcat was clearly out.

She slid her hands from his waist, up his chest and sat them on his shoulder, with her forearms planted against his chest as she kissed him teasingly. 'Well Mr Parkes, how about I return the favour?'

Slowly she nibbled at his earlobe, undoing his top button. One hand working the buttons, the other slid down his chest. Her lips fluttered just above her finger tips, her tongue flicking against his taut body occasionally. He tasted slightly salty and of stress, but she wouldn't have it any other way. With a gentle tug she pulled his shirt out of the top of his pants and went to work on his belt. Her nimble fingers undid the clasp, and with a practiced flick of her wrist she tugged it off. She could smell his excitement as she looked up and met his eyes. Her hands found themselves at his knees, and she rose slowly, never breaking eye contact. He could feel her hands move up his legs, across his groin. He expected her to stop and play when she got there, but instead she gave him a quick caress through his pants and continued her journey upwards, sliding her hands under his shirt and all the way to his shoulders.

She kissed him again. More intensely now. He knew exactly what she wanted. Well, truth be told, he'd known since he walked in the door and saw her standing there. Her kisses became harder, more demanding. Usually at this stage his pants would be off, she'd have her hand on his dick. But now her hands were at his shoulders, under the collar of his open shirt. Slowly she moved her hands back and caught his shirt. Her hands slid over his back, arms encircling him as she tugged his shirt off.

As she flung his shirt to the ground he surprised her. Her attention was not on him at that moment, so she squealed as he picked her up and carried her through to the bedroom. He threw her on the bed and she bounced slightly, looking slightly stunned, staring at him. He stood over her, dark and brooding. She could see him pushing against his pants, and it was at odds with the serious look he wore. She broke into a fit of giggles and he launched himself onto the bed, bouncing neatly beside her.

He leaned up on his elbow and kissed her, deep and full of longing. His hand gently caressed her firm breast. He could feel her nipple poking into the palm of his hand. Leaning forward he closed his mouth around the other nipple and sucked gently. The warmth, moistness and pressure his mouth exerted against her already sensitive nipple made her arch her back, pressing herself into him, and sent shivers through her gut. His hand snaked down her stomach and found her thong. He began caressing her crotch, and he could feel moisture seeping through the lace. She moaned and pushed against him again.

He pulled away from her breast and focused on her underwear. He slipped one hand down each hip, hooking his thumbs over the outside of the thong, and slid it off. She obliged him by lifting her ass off the bed. He ran his hands down the entire length of her legs, feeling the smoothness of the stocking laid so closely to her hard calves, caressing them with his eyes the entire way. He maneuvered til he was kneeling between her legs, facing her. Slipping one hand inside the top of one of her stockings, her slowly rolled it down, gently kissing and nibbling the softer flesh of her thigh as he did so. Flicking the stocking away, he did the same with the other.

Leaning forward he gently nibbled on her stomach, slowly trailing down to her pussy. His hand was gently fingering the slit, gliding through the wetness, barely making contact with her clit. She pushed against his hand, but his finger merely skated over her most sensitive zones. As his mouth moved closer, he began to move two fingers inside her, slowly, gently. He watched as she began to climax for the first time. She back arched, her knees pulled up to her chest. He looked up, hoping to make eye contact, but she was too focused on the headboard of the bed, squealing for real this time.

All she could focus on was herself in that moment. His fingers were pressing repeatedly against her, and she was beginning to come. She gasped and cried out. Satisfied that she was at climax, he decided to push her a little more. Hand still inside her, he buried his face in her pussy and licked greedily, working with his lips and giving the occasional suck. Pushing against him, she came. Hard. Wriggling and writhing on the bed, knees up around her ears. He was stuck in that moment too, tasting the sweetness of her excitement.

He pulled his face away from her, and watched as she stilled herself. She wasn't really responding to his hands anymore. He stretched forward, over her, and kissed her gently. She was still coming down from her orgasm, so responded slowly.

He stood up to take off his pants, sliding them down around his hips. She watched his manhood bounce as it left the confines of his clothing. By the time he had stepped out of his pants, she was sitting at the edge of the bed, eying off his massive cock. He caught sight of her sitting, there, waiting, and grinned, pushing his pelvis out, inviting her to have a taste. She looked up at him, slipping one hand up his thighs. She grazed the back of her hand over his balls, before returning and caressing them in her palm. Slowly she slid her mouth down over the head of his cock, giving the slightest pressure. She was more concerned with rubbing as much as she could with her tongue right now, which she did, in long, hard stokes. Her hand alternated between touching his stomach or chest when she could reach it, and stroking the shaft. Her head bobbed as she sucked at him, and his groans made her quiver.

Pulling away suddenly, she glanced up at him. Lips pursed, she pressed them against the tip of his cock and began to stroke him.He pushed against her lips, but she didn't open them. Instead she smirked at him. Frustrated he pushed again. She pulled away and laughed playfully, relenting to stroke him. Lifting his cock, she licked and nibbled the underside, from tip to balls and back again. She made to suck him again, but he pulled away.

Sliding back on the bed, she reclined on her elbows, looking at him from between her legs. A seductive smile crossed her face as she eyed him off. He knelt between her legs again and leaned over her.

'Strange to think that this is the peak of you loving me,' she grinned wickedly. The hellcat again.

'If the last four years are any indication, I'll love you more tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after,' he said truthfully. Her wicked grin became a girlish, slightly embarrassed smile. 'I love you.' He leaned in to kiss her again, deeply this time, and as they kissed, he entered her.

She was warm, and moist, and she hugged his cock perfectly. He loved the way she felt around him. This moment, he was absorbed by her. She overwhelmed his senses and they blended as one. They moved as one, him plunging deep into her. Every move he made her legs slid a little more up his back, until they were wrapped around his waist. She loved this part, where they just warmed up. She loved his weight, pressed against her hips, grinding them into the bed. She loved the little grunts he made with every thrust. She loved the way sweat began to pepper his brow, and his eyes glazed as he got lost in the moment. Without this contact, there was no love, and their actions were empty. She knew how to make him quiver with excitement. He loved to be ridden.

'My turn to be in control.' That broke his reverie. He gave her a small kiss, and moved to pull away. She kept her legs wrapped around him, and used his weight to help her move smoothly on top of him.

He had slipped out during that maneuver, so she guided him back inside. She gently rode him, enjoying the sensation of him pressing inside her, loving the feel of him being with her. He hit completely different areas this way. She was tighter too, so she enjoyed it more. Every bounce sent shivers through her, a rippling effect of pleasure coursing her body.

Suddenly his hands were on her hips, guiding her faster and harder. Her screams seemed to echo through the room as she came. Her back arched and her hands clawed at her hair. She spasmed around his cock and stopped for an instant as she peaked. With a grunt she began her descent, still riding him. He could feel her come swirled around his dick as he thrust into her tightening pussy with urgency. The tension was building inside him, and it released suddenly, filling her. She could feel him quivering beneath her, gasping and shuddering.

Slowly she stilled. His cock was still buried in her as she sat astride him. She seemed to sag a little as she exhaled and looked at him. He met her gaze, deep and level, and she exclaimed, 'Oh. Mister Parkes!'

He glanced through to the bathroom and spied her white dress still lying on the floor. He ran his hand down her left arm, lifting her hand he fondled the band that newly encircled her ring finger. 'Mrs Parkes.'

The dinner party.

Harry walked into the kitchen. His wife Janine was busy preparing dinner. The house was spotless. Shiny. You could see your reflection in the fridge door.

She looked fantastic. In a short grey skirt that accentuated the curve of her ass. And a white blouse. Perfectly buttoned to be feminine but reserved. He could vaguely see her bra through the shirt. Maybe he was imagining it. Whatever. The overall effect was a suggestion of her soft tits, without being obvious. She threw the spoon into the sink and turned to him. "Its all ready."

They were throwing a dinner party that night. It was time for her parents to meet his parents. She wanted everything to be perfect for this one occasion. And it was. Except for one thing. "My mum just rang. They're running a bit late. She didn't want you to worry."

A small crease appeared between her eyes. She scanned the area, looking for something to do. Harry moved closer. Her scent right now was driving him crazy. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to him. "Everything is perfect babe," he murmured into her soft blonde hair.

She turned her face to him, tilting upwards for a kiss. He held her tighter, pressing her into his well muscled body. She slowly slipped her hands up his chest to his neck, winding her fingers into his hair as they kissed. It began long and slow, reassuring. But suddenly all of her nervous energy reached boiling point. She kissed him hard, biting his lips slightly, pressing her tongue into his with such urgency that he couldn't help but respond.

As she pulled at his hair he lowered his hands and tugged at her skirt. It was so damn tight. She could feel him straining against his jeans as he began to instinctively grind against her pussy. He stepped forwards, pushing her roughly against the bench. He made to pull her skirt up but she shoved his hands away. She unzipped it and let it drop, taking her panties with it, scooting them out of the way. He put his hands on her hips and lifted her onto the bench. Moving in to kiss her again. And as he kissed her she undid his jeans, yanking them down in one swift motion.

His mouth was hard on hers, his body was hard against hers, and his throbbing cock was hard against her glistening pussy, separated by a thin layer of cotton. He could feel her wetness seeping through his underwear. Her hand was down his pants, on his arse, moving with him as he ground against her. She pulled away from his kiss and cried out in pleasure. He bent down to remove his pants and caught sight of her pussy. He glanced up at her, to meet her eye, but she was leaning back slightly, panting. Her hands caressed her breasts through her shirt.

He moved closer. Reaching out a finger to gently touch her pussy, he heard her panting stop. He gently slid one finger in, slowly. He pulled it out, equally as slowly. His finger glistened too. He moved his fingers against the smooth opening to her pussy, before sliding two in, applying gentle but repeated pressure against her g spot. His mouth slammed against her clit unexpectedly, and her back arched. He nibbled it for a moment, feeling her tighten around his finger. She moaned and began to rock her hips to the rhythm that he sucked at her.

Looking up he met her eyes. Her gorgeous honey brown eyes gave him the most lusty glare they could muster. The sight of him rising to her, eyes never wavering from hers, her excitement smeared across his face, was too much for her. She made to slide off the bench to return the favour, but he pressed her back. His hand was on her waist, his lips were on hers. She melted into his embrace as he slowly slipped his fat cock into her. Grinding slowly into her, she could feel him slowly approaching her most sensitive spot. Moving faster, she was stimulated beyond crazy, but he wasn't quite hitting the right zone. Though she was still enjoying the feel of his cock, the connection, his mouth on hers, the frenzy with which he pumped her.

Gasping she pulled away from the kiss and pushed him backwards. He was caught by surprise and stepped a few feet back. He looked offended, but the sight of him standing there, naked from the waist down his hard cock pointing straight at her, quivering as he breathed, was almost burned into her retinas.

She, in turn, was still sitting on the bench, naked from the waist down. One leg dangled, but the other was slightly raised, from where it was wrapped around him. He could see her pussy. He could see into her pussy. It was dark, tight and inviting. She closed her legs coyly, and slid off the bench. Never breaking eye contact, she turned and leaned over the bench, thighs parted sightly, a clear invitation.

He stepped forward and slipped the tip of his cock into her. Putting a hand on each hip, he used as much force as he could to slam straight into her. She screamed. This was more like it. With this position, he always hit her exactly where she needed it. Each thrust sent a ripple through her body. Harder and faster he went, she moved with his rhythm, back arching and screaming as she came.

Reaching out, he grabbed a handful of her hair. Her screams encouraged him. Pushing harder, he felt himself begin to come. He pulled out and came on the back of her legs, watching it begin to run slowly down as if through a haze. Their breathing slowed, as if in sync. He leaned over her and put his hand next to hers on the bench. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck as she struggled to open her eyes.

A knock at the door aroused them from their stupor. Janine's parents were at the door. Hurriedly, Harry pulled up his jeans and did up the zip. Janine leaped for her skirt and panties. She couldn't find anything with which to wipe the come off her legs, so she used her panties. Pulling up her skirt she could hear Harry opening the door to them. She checked her reflection in the fridge door and smoothed her hair. Glancing at the panties she bent down and shoved them under the fridge, straightening up as her mother entered the room.

"I don't know what you've been doing in here, but it smells wonderful."

Daydreams and Deisres - the finale

Daydreams and Desires Part 1
Daydreams and Desires Part 2

Laughing, he gripped himself and made to enter her. He gently flicked his cock against the wet, smooth opening to her pussy. Pulling away slightly, he moved himself upwards, rubbing the smooth, soft skin of his head against the warm wet bump that was her pleasure centre.

This was too soon after he went down on her, and she moaned and twisted away slightly, panting hard. He moved into position to enter her. Slowly pushing his cock into her, he felt her contract ever so slightly. Sliding slowly into her, he relished the feel of every ridge, every soft spot, as it hugged his shaft. He was moving too slowly for her. She began raise her hips, trying to get him into her faster.

'Oh no baby. Not let. Let me do it.'

She fell back, letting him enter her at his own pace, breathing ever so lightly. She didn't want to be distracted from the sensation of him entering her, rubbing where she hadn't been touched by him yet. When he was almost all of the way in, he began to thrust. Slow, shallow thrusts to begin with, teasing her, sliding lightly over all of her most sensitive zones.

'Mmmharder' she murmured in his ear. He obliged, slipping between her legs, pushing into her with renewed energy.

Abruptly he pulled away. She pouted and feigned displeasure. It was difficult since he was still over her and the proximity made her excitement hard to hide. She chose to nuzzle into his neck instead, kissing him briefly. She could feel his Adams apple vibrate as he said in a voice, gravelled by lust, 'I want you to ride me.' He felt her lips form a smile against his neck, and rolled off, laying back, holding his cock up for her.

She straddled him, planting a foot on either side of his hips for leverage, and slowly slid down his dick. With her on top, she was slightly tensed, and her pussy hugged his cock firmly. Since she was in control, she played his game, moving slowly, teasing him. He pushed into her, a move which surprised her. She exhaled hard, tensing even more. She ran her hands through her hair, showing him every inch of her body, unashamed by it. She sped up, eyes glazing slightly. Shifting slightly, she moved so her knees planted next to him. Instead of sliding up and down his cock, this new position was a combination of riding and rocking. It was a completely different sensation for both of them. He rubbed against her most sensitive areas, filling every inch of her.

She slowly lowered her hands, running them down her neck, down her collar bones to her breasts. She gave them a quick tweak and began to breathe harder. It tensed every muscle in her body, contracting around his cock. He reached out and put his hands on the soft flesh of her butt, encouraging her to slide harder and faster, his fingers digging in slightly. Her hands slid further down her body. One hand stayed at her pussy, playing with her clit. The other lay on the deeply grooved muscle running from his hip to his cock. She was beginning to come and he was getting close. Wanting to come at the same time, he pushed her off him and moved on top of her.

'My God' he gasped, looking down 'look at all that come on my cock.' Glancing down she saw it was true. There were streaks of her sweet come swirled all over his hard cock. He slid his hand over the creamy fluid, rubbing it in. When he got to the tip he guided himself into her for the last time. Thrusting with a new urgency, he hit all the right areas. His breathing began to shorten. He thrust harder, with more intensity; she gyrated and pushed against him. Curling her back, her legs slid up his, wrapping around him. Instinctively she tensed them, pulling herself closer to him, allowing for full deep and hard penetration. Her back arched and her head tipped back. She ran her hands up his arms once more, scrabbling at his shoulders for purchase.

Finally she just gave in. With a scream she clung to him. She could feel him sliding in her, over the slight coolness of her come soaked, twitching pussy. As she began the descent from her orgasm, she felt him come. He gave one last deep thrust in her, and tensed, partially upright, letting off an animal scream. He stayed in that position for a few moments, before slowly pitching forward, her pussy filled with their mutual excitement.

He leaned over her, stretching his hand over her shoulder so as not to collapse. Breathing hard in her ear, he gave a soft moan of utter contentment. Glancing over at him, she could see sweat peppered his brow. His eyes were vacant, staring straight ahead at nothing. His breathing slowed slightly, and he swallowed. She felt a wave of tiredness sweep over her and she closed her eyes for a moment.




'Make yourself useful and get this back to me by 4.' She opened her eyes. Her boss stood on the other side of her desk, grinning at her. His green eyes probed hers for a moment and she felt a flush begin to creep up her neck. His eyes skidded over her shoulder, where the blond office tart walked, her perfect spray tan legs being visually caressed.

'The partners need me to present it at 5.' Still not looking at her, he dropped the folder carelessly on her desk, turning to follow the blond.

Why are the hot ones always assholes?

Daydreams and Desires Part II

Part I here

He moved around her body in a different fashion than she on his. Where she teased and scintillated, she still had a goal. It seemed that he didn't. He meandered down, breathing softly on her skin, before bringing his lips to that spot and applying the most gentle pressure. His lips felt soft and warm on her slightly cooled skin, and left small patches tingling in their wake. He made his way slowly to her nipple, taking as much of the soft, warm tissue into his mouth as he could. She moaned softly, pushing her chest upwards, encouraging him. He pulled away, and came back for more.

Raking his teeth ever so gently across the velvety softness of her nipple, the most exquisite sensations rippled through her. A tinging sensation ran from his mouth, sliding under her skin and spreading outwards rapidly. She gasped. Christ she was almost coming and he hadn't even gone near her pussy.

Her fingers slid up his arm, across the firm muscles of his shoulders to the back of his neck, where they twined in his short, dark hair. She pulled ever so gently, moaning. He stopped nibbling on her nipple, and gave it a quick suck in parting.

Moving further down her soft body, he gently kissed the spot where her ribs met, slowly meandering his way down to her bellybutton. When she couldn't stand his teasing anymore she located his hand on her hip. She laid her hand across his, and using light pressure directed it to her pussy. When he had positioned her hand where she wanted it to be, she squeezed it, forcing him to rub her wet pussy hard. The message was clear - pay attention to the cunt.

He pulled his mouth away from her stomach and looked up at her. She wasn't looking at him. She was staring straight up, back arched. She was definitely beginning to climax. He was still rubbing her, just the way she'd shown him. He could feel her wetness sliding over his palms, even though he hadn't spread her. He gently slipped his fingers between her moist lips and felt upwards. Her clit was easy to find, it was absolutely throbbing. He slid his fingers down again, and moved them inside of her.

Her tight pussy was so damn wet. Two wriggles and his fingers were sliding effortlessly to her most sensitive areas. He could feel the muscles that would later hug his cock beginning to spasm. She moaned. He marveled that he could get a woman like her in such a vulnerable position. Watching her he could see her hands sliding over her body, finally clenching at her breasts. He was sure she was coming. He moved his head down and gave a few tentative flicks with his tongue, tasting her sweetness. She moved her hips up to him, inviting him to take more.

He obliged. Pulling his fingers out of her to give him more room, be buried his face in her cunt. His mouth moved neatly over her clit and he sucked hungrily, flicking with his tongue. She screamed. She had never felt pleasure so sweet and intense. He legs moved up involuntarily either side of his head, and her hips started to gyrate.

She experienced this as an explosion. A series of ripples moved through her body, each more intense than the last. She was taken to another plane. She was vaguely aware that she was making too much noise. She was vaguely aware that she could barely breathe. She could feel him smiling against her pussy. She had no idea how long it lasted, only when he pulled away and began to move up to her again, her breath was coming in shudders.

She started when his voice murmured, soft and husky in her ear.

'Enjoy that babe?'

'Mmmyeah,' came her languid response. She was still coming, but with less intensity.

'I'm just getting started'.

She gave a throaty laugh and looked at him, focusing for the first time since he finished eating her. His pupils were massive, making his normally light green eyes look incredibly dark. He moved in to kiss her and she snorted back a laugh. Moving away slightly he frowned, looking slightly offended.

'You've got my come on your chin,' she whispered, half giggling, slightly apologetic, and 100% turned on. She leaned her head up to him and flicked her tongue out, licking it. He watched as her tongue slowly slipped back into her mouth, before reaching down to kiss her viciously. Tasting her pussy from her own mouth was one of the most unique sexual experiences he had ever had. His cock was harder than before, and he moved his hand down to guide himself into her and bring them together again.

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Part 3 here