Message-ID: <20773eli$9903250438@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Dick Goesinya" Subject: Dulcinea Stories Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990325041354.25858.qmail@hotmail.com> Attached are all of the Dulcinea stories that I have. Thanks to the author for providing these excellent stories. Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com “A” is for Aphrodisiac By Dulcinea “Oysters? What’s up sweetie? Looking to get lucky tonight?” He joked, kissing her as he came in from work. She stuck out her tongue, but her eyes smiled back at him. “You think you need an aphrodisiac to get me going?” “To get you going? No.” She wiped her hands on a towel and turned to face him. In one quick movement, she removed her T-shirt, bringing his hands up to cup around her satin encased breasts. Slipping her hands inside his suit coat, she stroked his chest, running her hands down his stomach to massage his growing member through his slacks. He was already half moaning, half chuckling as she leaned closer, placing one burning kiss at the base of his throat. “I don’t need an aphrodisiac to get you going.” She whispered. “No, you certainly don’t.” He gave her breasts a gentle squeeze, loving the way he could feel her nipples harden under his touch. “Looking to get lucky now?” He asked. She kissed him, sucking on his lip for a moment before stepping back. “Nope.” She answered, grabbing her T-shirt and slipping it back on. “And neither are you. Don’t forget your parents are coming over tonight for dinner. They should be here in just a few minutes.” His parents. He had forgotten. “That was terribly mean.” He told her. She just grinned wickedly, and went back to her dinner preparations. Groaning, he headed to bathroom to take a shower. A cold shower. Dinner was a rousing success, and his mother had left with the recipe for the garlic and oyster stuffing that had gone with the roast. They’d made love after his parents left, and he’d made her cum three times to make up for teasing him. She’d fallen asleep in his arms, her soft body pressed against him, her warm breath on his chest. He awoke before the alarm, his arms and his thoughts full of her. Garlic and oysters were reputed to be aphrodisiacs; he could always blame his morning erection on dinner last night. So it would be her own fault if he woke her up early to help him through this. He smiled at the thought. But how to wake her up. Too much shifting would awaken her too soon. He cupped one breast, gently stroking the nipple, trying to hold it all in one hand. This was pleasant, but not enough to make her as horny as he felt. The other hand wrapped around his cock. stroking as he thought about her wet pussy clamping down around it, her juices squeezing out around his cock as he pumped in and out of her. Precum began to ooze out, wetting his fingers. He knew how to wake her up. Bringing his fingers up to her lips, he smeared his precum across them, even under her nose to tempt her with the smell. She moaned, turning in her sleep. The nipple under his palm began to harden, and he could see her tongue dart out to lick him off her lips. He couldn’t keep the grin off his face and he brought a second serving to her mouth, pressing his fingertip between her lips. With a sigh, she sucked the finger deeper into her mouth, her tongue darting around it as if it were his cock. When it was clean she released it, pushing herself up on one arm to look at him in the semi-darkness. “Feeling our oats this morning?” She asked sleepily. He smiled again, bringing more precum to her mouth. She captured both fingers in her mouth, sucking them clean, then she turned back the blankets and wrapped her hand around his cock. Suddenly her mouth was there, her tongue lapping up the rest of precum before she engulfed him, her head bobbing up and down. “Oh, Gawsh.....” His back arched, the burning in his balls warning him that he couldn’t stand up to this incredible torture much longer. “Honey.... stop. Please.” He rested one hand in her hair, groaning as she took him deep, practically swallowing the head. “Let me make love to you. Don’t... Don’t...” He came, his seed spilling down her chin as she struggled to swallow it all. When he could stand it no more, she leaned away, counting to thirty mentally to allow him time to calm down. “Feeling better?” She asked. “Ungh.” He closed his eyes, then groaned again. “That wasn’t what I’d intended, love. I thought we would make love before work. Give you a nice long ride before we have to get ready. But I’m not complaining! This was great.” “Well, sport, I think we can still make love.” She reached down and stroked his semi erect penis, feeling it twitch “But you can’t expect me not to want to taste you when you tease me with your cum. That’s one powerful aphrodisiac you used, you know.” “Oh really? A taste of my cum turns you into a raving sex maniac?” He chuckled. They both knew he was almost fully recharged and ready to go. “Well then, my little horny wench. Climb on board and ride me to your hearts content!” She laughed, but did as he bid. He wasn’t surprised to feel how wet she was; he knew she always got turned on by tasting him. Just like he did when he tasted her. Her first orgasm hit fast, and just watching her shudder and quiver as the waves of pleasure rolled through her made him want to spend the day in bed with her. For now, he was content to let her do the work. He watched as she slid her fingers between her pussy lips, coated her fingers with her own sweet honey, then rub it on her nipples. Aware of his eyes on her, she licked her fingers clean, then leaned forward to feed him her breasts. His mouth full of her breasts, her warm, wet pussy clutching at his cock, all he could do was groan happily. She was going crazy as he gently bit each nipple, his fingers rubbing her clit while he pounded up into her. She felt him tense up, his cock pumping into her, and she cried out his name, finally collapsing on top of him, completely spent. They lay together quietly until the alarm went off, forcing them both to get up and get ready to face the day. Both went to work with smiles on their faces. After all, tomorrow was the weekend, and they had all day to spend in bed...... “D” is for Driving Her sister’s wedding had been beautiful. She lived too far away to have served as Matron-of-honor, but she’d still been in attendance, and the last three days had been busy ones, but very exciting. Now, suddenly, it was Saturday night, and they were on the way home. “I think we should stop for the night.” She said, peering out the windshield. He’d insisted on leaving for home after the wedding, not wanting to wait until daylight. “It’s dark, it’s snowy, and I’m tired.” “Wimp.” He smiled at her, a teasing smile, she saw, catching glimpses of his handsome face in the headlights of the passing cars. “I’m the one who’s driving.” “We don’t have to be back to work until Monday. We could take a hotel and relax for the night.” She leaned across the seat, straining against the seat belt to lightly lick his cheek. Her hand slid into his lap, squeezing the inside of his thigh. “I could make it worth your while to stop.” “Minx!” He removed her hand, laughter in his voice. “Look, I want to sleep in my own bed. So keep your hands to yourself, and don’t worry about it. I feel like driving right now, and we’ll be home in a few hours. Okay?” “Okay.” She sounded disappointed, but she knew there would be no point in arguing about it. He could be so unbelievably stubborn! Twisting in the car seat, she made herself as comfortable as possible, tucking a sweater up against the cold glass window before she closed her eyes. “Wake me when we’re home.” “What?” Reaching over, he shook her gently. “No no no! You can’t go to sleep. I need you to talk to me and keep me awake. We’ve got at least a 6 hour drive ahead of us yet.” Swatting his hand, she straightened up, tossing the sweater into the back seat. “If you need someone to keep you awake, dear,” she said, and he didn’t miss the sarcasm in her voice, “then perhaps you shouldn’t be driving. Pull over at the next hotel you see.” She was silent a moment, then she leaned closer, dropping her voice to its most seductive purr. “In case you haven’t guessed, I am definitely in the mood.” “What is it with women and weddings?” He wondered aloud. “There is nothing you can say to tempt me tonight. I am a man of iron will.... none of your feminine wiles will wile me tonight.” “’Wile’ you?” She repeated. “’Iron will?’” She laughed at that. “My love, was that a challenge?” “No need to make it a challenge. It’s a fact. I know you think I’m nothing but a weak, lecherous male, which, of course, I am, but I can resist your obvious and pathetic attempts to seduce me. ‘I am definitely in the mood.’” He mocked. “A little too obvious, my dear. I am master of my domain.” “Oh really?” She laughed. “Are you so sure of that?” “Yes, I am so sure.” He made a scoffing noise, dismissing her with a wave of his hand. “Besides, it’s dark, and we’re in a car. There’s not much you can do, is there?” She resisted the urge to comment, a slow smile spreading across her face. He once called her overly competitive. She had denied it, but deep down, she knew it to be true. More than anything, she hated losing, and she couldn’t back away from challenges easily. This was a challenge she didn’t want to ignore. Releasing the controlling lever, she pushed her seat back as far as it would go, bringing her left foot up to rest on the dashboard. Suddenly she was glad she’d not changed from her dress, the full skirt sliding back to bare her leg. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Taking off my stockings. I want to be comfortable while we’re driving.” She knew there was just enough light for him to see the outline of her leg, to watch as she rolled the sheer nylon down her leg, arching her foot to pull it off her toes. She casually tossed the stocking towards the back-seat, knowing that it would catch on the car seat beside him. Switching legs, she undid the other stocking, tossing it behind her again. “Ah... much better!” “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, young lady.” He said. “What?” She demanded, trying to sound wounded. “I just wanted to be comfortable.” Leaving her leg on the dashboard, she tipped the chair back to a semi reclining position, sighing contentedly. “You know, you’re right about weddings and women. Maybe it’s the romance involved, but I bet more than one husband is getting their brains fucked out tonight.” She smiled at his shocked gasp. “I will warn you now, I plan on spending the entire day in bed tomorrow. Oh, sure, we’ll sleep, especially after this long drive, but when we wake up in the afternoon, well, I think we should pretend it’s our honeymoon all over again. What do you think?” “Uhm, sounds good to me.” He replied. He reached over and rubbed his hand across her bare thigh, gently squeezing. “Of course, at the hotel, we had room service..... We’ll have to get out of bed to make dinner.” “We’ll order pizza.” She shifted slightly, slipping her fingers inside her panties. “Gosh, I’m already getting wet just thinking about it. Thinking about your tongue sliding into me, sucking on my ..... ooohh......” Wiggling, she slid her panties over hips, then down her legs, dropping them into his lap. “Here.” She said, purring again. “They were in the way.” “Now, where was I? Oh yes.” She slid her fingers back into her slit, teasing her already burning clit. “When you twist your tongue around my clit, it drives me crazy. You know, you make a tube with your tongue, then you suck air through it. Or when I feel your teeth nibbling up and down my pussy lips.... I want to scream!” He groaned, glancing over at her as often as he dared. Already the smell of her permeated the air, or was that just his imagination? He could definitely hear the slurpy noises as her fingers worked their way in and out of her pussy, her voice continuing in her description of the things he did to her. The lights of passing cars flickered across her, reminding him of the old silent movies, and their flickering frames. But here, now, each flash showed the sweet curves of her leg as she sat with it propped on the dash, and the passion on her face as she sat, eyes closed, softly taunting him. “And when you tie me down, and have me helpless, you make me cum 3 times at least before you’ll make love to me. With my body laid out there for your general amusement, I can’t do anything but squirm as you lick and taste and suck. It makes me want to .... want to.... OHHHH!” Her back arched, her leg quivering as waves of pleasure rolled through her. “Oh, damnit! You make me so hot, so horny!” She was panting, her voice taking on her after- sex tone, a low, sultry sound. “I never even got past thinking about your lips and your tongue. I still have to think about the moment when your cock slides into me, filling me up completely...” He groaned, dipping two fingers into her pussy honey and bringing it to his lips. “You are a wicked woman.” He whispered. “Oh, how selfish of me!” She cried. Lowering her leg, she twisted around, dropping her hand in his lap. “Poor baby..... so very hard, and so confined in these slacks.” She stroked his hard cock through his pants, rubbing her knuckle up and down beside the zipper. “Let’s see what we have in here.” she whispered, undoing his belt and opening his slacks. “My, my, my... I think I feel something wet here.” She rubbed her finger across the swollen head, swirling the precum around. “Mmmm.... tasty.” She said, licking her finger. “Oh, Geez....” He said, when she wrapped her hand around his shaft, pumping up and down slowly. “What’s the matter?” She asked coyly. “Am I disturbing you? Want me to stop?” “No!” He cried emphatically. She laughed, her hand continuing her ministrations. “Have I told you how much I love your cock? The taste, the way it throbs when I hold it in my mouth, sucking the cum from it? Oh, my mouth waters just thinking about your precum as it leaks out while I’m sucking, and I know that soon, so soon, you’ll be pumping your cum down my throat.” He twitched, drawing in a deep breath. “Oh, honey, are things going to get messy here?” “Did you ever see ‘Parenthood?’ When the wife gives the guy a blow job while they’re driving?” They laughed together. “Can you handle it?” She asked. She raked her fingernails across the super sensitive underside of his shaft for emphasis. “I can.” He promised. “Well, then, let’s keep it from getting messy, shall we?” She took her discarded panties and carefully wrapped his cock. The cool satin against his cock only served to make him crazier. “Now, I think we were talking about you pumping your cum down my throat. I love the way your body tenses when you cum, and the first blast of cum as it fills my mouth..... oh my, I’m feeling so hungry just hinging about it....” “Oh, Shiiiiittttt....” He moaned, gripping the steering wheel tightly as he came. The car wobbled a bit, but he kept control. “Oh, honey.” He breathed. “Wow.” “Oh, I’ll take that as a compliment.” She leaned back in her seat, staring at him in the dark. “Of course, if we weren’t in the car, I would start to suck on your cock again, sucking on it until it started to get hard again. When it’s soft, after you’ve just cum, and I hold it in my mouth, it gets me so hot when I feel it start to get hard. Especially when I know that you’ll be slipping that into my pussy, and, since you’ve already cum once, you’ll stay harder longer..... I know we’ll be fucking all night long.” “You....you.” He shook his head, but she saw the smile. He flipped on the blinker, steering the car towards an upcoming off ramp. “Where are we going?” She asked, eyeing the half full gas tank. “To that hotel, right over there.” He said. She smiled, but she was silent as he pulled up in the parking lot and turned off the car. “I can’t believe you did that! You win. We’ll stay in a hotel.” “We both win.” She said, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “It’s your own fault... you challenged me.” “Yeah, I guess I did.” He made himself presentable, then opened the door. “I’ll go and get the room.” He smiled. “You do realize I plan on, what was it you said earlier? Having my brains fucked out?” She matched his smile, reaching out to grope his semi- hard cock through his slacks once more before he stepped out of the car. “I was counting on it.” She answered. “E” is for Eyeliner He watched her as she slept, a slow smile spreading across his face. He traced her lips with his finger, the followed the curve of her chin, her jaw, gently stroking her cheek. Today was Saturday, so there would be no alarm, no rushing to get to work on time, and he knew she planned on staying in bed until 8 am, if not longer. The smile turned into a wicked grin. He had no intention of letting her out of bed before 8 a.m., if not longer. Yesterday, it she had looked down on him as he slept, unusual since she was most definitely not a morning person. He had opened his eyes to see her watching him, mischief flickering in her eyes. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” She’d said, barely hiding her giggles. Kissing him on the forehead, she’d evaded his grasp, calling him downstairs for coffee. Over coffee, he’d questioned her odd mood, but she’d denied anything being amiss. It wasn’t until he saw his reflection while starting to shave that he saw it. Sometime while he’d slept, she’d drawn a thin mustache on his face with her black eyeliner pencil. Growling in mock anger, he’d chased after her, finally cornering her in the den, and tickling her until she’d apologized. So this morning, he had the eyeliner pencil, and she was asleep. People asleep were always compared to a child Watching her now, he could see why. She looked so young, so helpless, her face slack, the concerns of daily living not visible on her brow. He liked her this way, sans makeup, the freckles on her nose visible for inspection. Maybe that’s what he should do! Play connect the dots! Eyeliner poised to attack, he stopped. As much as he oved the freckles and thought them cute, she hated them. Connecting them would be unnecessarily cruel. A mustache, then, like she’d done to him. But the more he stared at her lovely mouth, the more he knew he couldn’t do that. Besides, there was such a lovely canvas to work on! Her bare shoulders peeked out above the blankets, begging for kisses and nibbles, but not for black eyeliner. Tugging the blankets slowly, he bared her breasts, eyeing them hungrily. The cooler air brought about a favorable response, the nipples hardening before his eyes. Oh, so many possibilities here! He could write his name across both beautiful breasts, draw faces with the nipples as noses..... No. He couldn’t do that, not to her breasts. Moving his hand under the blankets, he cupped the fullness of her ass, feeling a little possessive. Such a close, detailed examination of her physical assets began to affect him as well. Touching her, feeling her, only made his desire stronger. The deep, warm well of warmth at the small of her back, the curving slope of her hip. He let his hand see her body under the blankets, rubbing across her stomach, down to the sweet spot between her legs. He sighed, wiggling closer to her, wanting his skin to be against hers. His cock nestled comfortably against her, the contact both exciting and calming him. She stirred, twisting back against him, her body automatically adjusting to fit against his. Should he draw something on her smooth stomach? Maybe trace the outline of his cock against her thigh? He kissed her shoulder, contemplating his next move. Her bewitching body was his canvas this morning, and he suddenly found he’d lost his desire to doodle his way across it. Oh, well.... He tossed the eyeliner across the room into a chair, and returned his attention to her shoulder. Long, slow, wet kisses, dragging his teeth across the skin ever so slightly, would, he knew, ignite her fires. She felt too good in his arms to allow her to sleep any longer. Like Dracula, he latched on to her throat, dragging his kiss up her neck, stopping at her jaw line, then moving to suck on her earlobe. “Wake up, lover.” He whispered. “You’ve got me so very hard, it’s time we do something about it......” She awoke to his moist breath on her neck, his tongue teasing her earlobe, and his finger ever so gently rubbing her clit. She sighed, as it was much earlier than she’d have chosen to wake up, but she couldn’t complain about the way he’d decided to wake her. She purred, twisting to give him easier access. However, she couldn’t let him think that she was that easy. “Can’t this wait until later? We could sleep a few more hours, then fool around.” “Woman, don’t try my patience.” He growled. The pressure on her clit increased, and he was suing that half circle, wiggle stroke that she’d told him drove her nuts. Damn, she loved it when he paid attention! “And just what got you all excited this morning?” She wondered aloud. He kissed her shoulder, feeling her shudder, then kissed it again. “Seeing you here. Watching you sleep. Feeling your body, the softness, the special curves that belong to you. Having you lay here so peacefully, so beautiful.....” He left a trail of kisses from her neck to her breast, laying his tongue flat against her skin as he licked his way to her nipple. He stopped, turing to look at her, to lock eyes with her, their souls meeting before he lowered his lips to suck the hard bud into his mouth. She gasped, bringing her hands up to twist her fingers into his hair. She dared not break into laughter, though she found it hard not to. When he realized that she’d drawn a mustache on him, again, he would get find a way to get back at her. Good thing she’d drawn it after he’d fallen asleep; if she’d waited until this morning, she’d have been out of luck. Of course, this time she’d added a little goatee...... It made her want to laugh. She wondered briefly if the eyeliner would rub off in the middle of their love making. Then she gave up wondering about it, losing herself in the sensations he was sending her body. If it rubbed off, there was always tomorrow..... “f” is for Face He stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, making faces and sticking his tongue out at himself. “I hate my face.” He said. He could hear her in the bedroom, putting away laundry from the sound of it. “I hate my face!” He said, louder this time so she would hear his complaint. She appeared in the doorway with an armload of towels. “What are you babbling about?” she asked. “My face. I hate it.” “Well, I like it.” She pushed past him to put the towels away, then stopped behind him to smile at his reflection. “It’s one of my favorite faces.” “My nose is too big.” “It’s perfect.” “Well, you like big noses, so of course you’d say that.” She sighed, resting her head on his shoulder as she stared at his reflection. “You could use a hair cut, love, but other than that, you look fine.” “My hair?” He ran his fingers through the sides, again watching his mirror image do the same. The natural curl she so envied made the locks twist around his fingers. “I thought I might grow it out a bit. Shoulder length. What do you think?” She wrinkled her nose at him. “I like it short. In the front anyway. A little length in the back is okay.” They stood in silence a moment. “Of course, if you do grow it longer,” She teased, “it would give me something to hold on to when your licking and sucking and....” He laughed, startling her. “The way you carry on, I’d be bald in a minute!” He dodged her playful slap, grinning wickedly. “Besides, as I recall, last night you managed to get a good grip as it was.” “Beast.” Her face flushed red, but she laughed along with him. “If that’s the way you feel, then I guess tonight you won’t have to worry about that.” “Well, that will be your loss, won’t it?” “Yes.” She agreed. “And yours.” Turning, she walked out of the bathroom, knowing he would follow. “Would you want your children to have this nose?” He demanded. “Yes.” “You’re infuriating.” “I’m infuriating? I’m infuriating?” She grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at him, smiling at the thump as it hit him. “I don’t know why you’re so insecure about this. You know I like your face. You should take my word for it and not question it.” She crossed the room to retrieve the pillow, tossing it back on the bed. “Right?” “Humph.” Turning toward the mirror on the vanity, he frowned. “I still have a good body, though, don’t you think? It would impress just about any woman who saw me with my clothes off. Wouldn’t it?” “Oh?” She raised an eyebrow, her lips set in a thin line. “And just what other women will be seeing you naked?” He grinned. “No one, dear. It was a hypothetical question.” “Keep it that way.” He laughed, following her again as she left the bedroom with a full laundry basket. “You, Mr. Man, “ She said, at the bottom of the stairs. “You could have offered to carry this for me.” “I could have.... but you need to build muscles so the next time we wrestle, I don’t have to let you pin me.” “Let me? Let me?” She dropped the basket outside the garage door. “I pinned you fair and square, buddy boy.” Stabbing her finger into his chest, she prodded him back towards the living room. “You can deny it, but we both know it.” “Deny what? Why shouldn’t I let you pin me. I like my woman on top.” “Augh!” She grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him against her. Her kiss caught him by surprise, but he recovered quickly, sliding his arms around her waist and holding her close. Leaning into the kiss, she brought her arms up around his neck, pressing her body against his. With this kiss, she meant business, the heat quickly building between them. Her hands slid down his back, tugging at his shirt to free it from his slacks. He smiled into the kiss, beginning to tug at her clothing as well. Breaking the contact, she leaned away from him, and impish grin on her face. “Wanna fool around?” She purred. He nodded. She reached up to the collar of his shirt, so he dropped his arms, wanting to give her easy access as she undressed him. But to his surprise, she grabbed a handful of his shirt, stepped forward, and executed a perfect Judo hip throw. Caught off guard, he went down easily. She didn’t slam him down on the floor, laying him down gently instead. Before he could recover, she straddled his chest, grabbing his hands as they reached for her. Fingers locked, she pressed his arms down, pinning him under her. Leaning over, she kissed him, long and hard. “You’re pinned.” She whispered. Tossing her head, she flipped her hair from her face, smirking at him. “I certainly am pinned.” He admitted. “But now that you have me at your mercy, what are you going to do with me?” “Let you go, of course. I just wanted to prove that I can pin you. You don’t ‘Let me.’” “Let me go?” He sighed, closing his eyes. “I knew it. It’s the nose. It’s too big, and you’re just completely turned off by it.” “You’re driving me nuts, you know that?” She leaned back down, kissing the tip of his nose, the bridge, working her way up to his forehead. Planting a trail of kisses along his hairline, she worked her way across his face, avoiding his lips completely. “You know what they say about men with big noses.” She asked, her voice low and sexy. Sitting up, she reached around behind her, her hand finding the bulge in his slacks easily. She squeezed gently, rewarded immediately as his cock grew harder under her touch. “Well, I guess that’s true.” She laughed. “Are you just going to tease me?” He asked. “Probably.” She leaned over and kissed him again, inching backwards so she could kiss his throat. “You know me. I’m just a cock tease. I never come through on anything.” Her tongue traced his collar bone until the shirt got in the way. “Isn’t that right?” His only response was to groan. Unbuttoning his shirt, she kissed her way down his chest, his stomach, licking his navel until he laughed. Already she could smell him, as she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, moving slowly, taking time to pet and stroke him through the material. “I think we’ll just get these out of the way.” She said, tugging off his pants and underwear, tossing them aside. “We don’t need them anymore.” She took a moment to study his erection, the swollen head, the river of precum that ran down the long shaft. While her usual plan of attack was to lick and kiss the head slowly, teasing him with her tongue before she took him in her mouth, today she wanted to catch him off guard. In one quick motion, she enveloped his cock, sucking immediately. She heard him swear, and he pushed himself up on his elbows so he could watch her. She even obliged him by turning so he could see her profile, watching his cock disappear between her lips over and over again. Her hands slid up along his legs, up his thighs, slipping around the curve of his ass while she sucked her way down his cock. He shuddered as she squeezed the soft flesh, kneading it with her fingers. After a moment, she pulled away, sitting back on her knees as she stared at him. Oh, how he loved the smoldering love and lust in her eyes. Licking her lips, she kissed the head of his cock, again bringing her hands up his legs to caress his ass. Sliding her tongue along the sensitive underside, she brought her warm wet mouth to his balls, sucking on them softly. His fingers entwined into her hair, his body shaking as she raked her nails across his ass cheeks, down his thighs, letting her hands fall away as she leaned back again to look at him. “Ready to cum, baby?” she asked in a throaty purr. “Oh God yes.” He answered. She smiled. “In my mouth, or on my face?” She asked softly. “Oh God.” He moaned. Sitting back on her knees, she pulled her shirt over her head, smiling wickedly. He was on his feet in a second. “Let me hold this, sweetie.” she said, wrapping her fingers around him, guiding his cock to her waiting lips. The anticipation was too great, and he knew he wouldn’t last very long. His body tensed, and she leaned away, feeling the first wet splotch of cum hit her cheek. Closing her eyes, she felt the gooey liquid cover her face, dripping down to her chest. It was in her hair, on her neck, on her forehead. It was everywhere. Something stroked the side of her face; he was using his cock to clean the cum from her cheek, bringing it to her lips. She slurped it off, licking his cock with broad, flat strokes of her tongue. He helped clean her off, his cock staying hard from all the attention. Dropping to his knees, he kissed her, holding her sticky face in his hands. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?” He asked. “You never tell me often enough.” She answered. He stiffened as her fingers brushed his cock, stroking him. “But I think, right now, you can take me upstairs and show me......” “You mean, you want to make love to a man with a huge nose like this?” He asked, helping her to her feet. “Not if you’re going to start that again.” She leaned against him, giving him a kiss on his nose. “If you’re going to keep whining like this, the you will be sleeping alone.” “Uhm..... you know, I think my nose is majestic.” He kissed her again, following her towards the stairs. After all, he wasn’t a fool...... ”C” is for Control She emerged from her bath in time to hear the front door slam. Apparently, he had arrived home, and he seemed to be in a poor mood. Slipping into her warm robe, she wrapped a towel around her wet hair, and headed down to see him. “Bad day?” She asked sympathetically. It was a redundant question, judging by the scowl on his face. She handed him a Diet Coke, leading him to the couch to relax. He was so tense he didn’t even respond to her cuddling, sitting like a lump on the edge of the seat. “Would you like to tell me about it?” She asked softly. He started slowly, pouring all his day’s frustrations out to her. She listened carefully, asking questions to clarify different points, then gently leaned her head against his shoulder. “What can I do to help?” She asked. He was silent a moment, then he gave her a stiff hug, kissing her on the forehead. “Just having you hear to talk to helps me.” He told her. “Now all I need is to find something to take my mind off everything.” He sighed. “Maybe I’ll go get a movie. Something funny. What do you think about that?” “Maybe.” She thought for a moment, then stood up, walking out of the room. “Be right back!” She called over her shoulder. As she walked, she unwrapped the towel around her hair, she tossing it into the laundry basket as she passed. In less than a minute, she’d returned. “Now then.” She said, pushing her robe off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. She held out a brush, motioning him over. “I will tell you what you will do this evening. First, you may crawl over here and brush my hair.” “Wow.” His eyes grew wide as he took in the woman before him. Her hair hung damp around her face, spilling over her bare shoulders. Hands on her hips, she stood naked save for a pair of lacy black panties and black heels. Impatiently, she kicked her robe away, tapping her foot. “Is there a problem?” She asked. “Uh, no.” He jumped up, hand out for the brush. “No!” She snapped her fingers, pointing to the carpet. “I only gave you permission to crawl to me, not walk.” She had to hide a smile at the look of shock on his face. But, she noticed, the shock quickly turned to a smile. “And I expect you to address me appropriately.” “Oh, yes ma’am.” He quickly dropped to his knees. She raised one eyebrow disapprovingly. “Yes, Mistress?” He asked. “That’s better.” She turned and walked towards the dining room, looking once over her shoulder to ensure he followed. Walking on three inch heels put a sway in her walk anyway, but she exaggerated it, stopping when she reached the table. Again, she stood arms akimbo, glaring impatiently at him as he slowly crawled towards her. “Must I wait all day for you to move my chair?” She intoned stonily. “Oh, no Mistress.” He crawled faster, looking, she thought, quite comical in his business suit. Without looking up at her, he pulled the chair out, waiting until she sat down. Gently, she reached out and stroked his cheek, feeling his five o’clock shadow. One finger under his chin, she raised his head until he was looking at her. “You may gently brush my hair.” She said. “But I’m warning you to be careful. For every time you pull my hair, I shall spank you with the brush.” She saw the same shock flare in his eyes, but she was beginning to enjoy this now. “Do you understand?” He took the brush and nodded. “Yes Mistress.” He replied. Rising to his feet, he stood behind her, lifting the damp hair from her shoulders. With great tenderness, he began to brush the ends of her hair, gently untangling the long strands. He loved to brush her hair, she knew, and since she loved to have her hair played with, it worked well. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the luxury of having her man attend to her. Ordinarily, she would baby him if he had a bad day. Make him dinner, give him a massage, and suck on his cock until he begged her to stop from the pleasure. But she still smarted from being tied up with his belt a few weeks back. Oh, they’d both enjoyed it, of course, but this was her turn. “Ow.” She said crossly, though he’d been extremely careful not to pull her hair. “That’s one.” She warned. “Don’t let it happen again.” “I’m sorry Mistress.” He said. She noticed him shifting as he brushed her hair, knowing that the exercise combined with the view of her naked breasts had probably made those slacks very uncomfortable. After a few more “Ows” on her part, she relaxed again, letting him just brush her hair from crown to end a few times. “That was not... too bad.” She offered. Reclaiming the brush, she stood, turning to face him. “I do enjoy the look of a nice business suit.” She began, scratching one finger down his chest, opening the buttons of his dress shirt as she worked her way down his stomach. “But I prefer the site of you in a tee shirt. Remove jacket and dress shirt.” She turned, walking back towards the living room. “Leave the tie.” “You may prepare supper. A salad, and there’s fish. Then you may serve me in the living room.” She left him. Laughter threatened to overwhelm her, so she turned on the television to provide a background while she planned her next move. Her original plan had been to get him hot and bothered, and it had worked. But now she wanted to continue being in charge for a while. “Mistress.” He said, offering her a plate. Simple fare to be sure, but it smelled wonderful. Like an obedient slave, he knelt beside her, hands resting in his lap. Since her plate was overflowing, and he had none, she offered him bites of food, pretending to be absorbed in watching Jeopardy on TV. Just to be cruel, she stretched her legs out where he had to look at them, look but not touch. “that was adequate.” She said, setting her plate aside. Actually, it had been delicious, but one should never over compliment a slave. “My legs are dry.” She said, rubbing her hand up and down her calves. “Go and fetch my lotion.” He returned in a flash, and she motioned for him to apply it. Again, she’d chosen something he loved to do, and the pleasure he took in rubbing the lotion into her skin was more than evident in his eyes. Of course, having his hands moving up and down her legs had quite an effect on her, as well. “That’s enough.” She told him, standing up. “Since you have done such a good job tonight, I will allow you to pleasure me with your tongue.” “Oh, thank you, Mistress.” He moved quickly, kissing up the inside of her leg to the lacy black panties. Pressing his nose against her mound, he breathed in deeply, inhaling her womanly odor. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband, he slid them down to the floor, helping her to step out of them. Pushing her back onto the sofa, he took her legs over his shoulder and buried his face in her pussy. She fought the urge to scream as his mouth met her nether lips, his tongue sliding between them to tease her aching clit. He could work miracles with his mouth, she knew, and tonight he seemed determined to pull out all the stops. Sucking on her clit like a small penis, his teeth nibbling the sensitive nub, he drove her over the edge. Fingers twisted into his hair, she climaxed, her body twisting in pleasure. Now she felt his tongue probing deep inside her, pushing inside, slurping her body’s honey up as fast as he could. Throwing her head back in total abandon, she arched her back, thrusting her pussy up to meet his most intimate kiss. “That’s enough.” She commanded after her second climax. She swung her legs away from him, straightening upright. His face was shiny from her juices, and he licked his lips clean while she watched. “You are good slave.” She said, patting him on the head. It took effort, but she gained her feet, and began heading for the bedroom. “Good night. Clean up after yourself before you go to sleep.” Complete disbelief showed on his face. “Mistress?” He whined. “Yes?” She sounded displeased. “Please. mistress, I beg you... don’t leave me like this.” She smiled. The bulge in his pants was clearly evident. “Oh yes. I forgot your punishment.” Reclaiming her hairbrush, she smacked it into her palm repeatedly. “Remove your pants and bend over the coffee table.” “But... but....” His eyes grew wide, but he complied. Dropping his pants, he sighed, his cock pressing out through the thin boxer shorts. It was stiff, purple and swollen, and her gaze made it swell more. Removing boxer shorts, he nervously bent down, his elbows leaning on the table. “That was 6 strokes, was it not slave?” She asked. “Five mistress.” “Seven?” she said, since he’d argued with her. THWACK! Just hard enough to sting, she landed the first blow square on his ass. Six more followed, his ass cheeks turning a cheery pink. Rubbing her hands over the freshly spanked skin, she squeezed and pinched him, listening to his breathing change to a rapid panting. Smiling impishly, she slid her hands between his legs, gave his balls a little squeeze, then took hold of his cock. “My goodness. This looks painful.” His answer was a groan. “Well, I suppose we should take care of that.” Retrieving her discarded underwear, she allowed him to sit on the edge of the table, then handed him her panties. “You may use these. She told him, sinking back into the sofa. Crossing her legs, she allowed one shoe to dangle from her toes. “Go ahead.” She said. “Uh.....” He blushed, realizing what she was telling him to do. Wrapping the dainty panties around his cock, he slowly stroked it up and down, feeling the rough lace slide around the sensitive head. “Tell me what you’re thinking.” She said, watching him jerk off into her underwear. “What do you fantasize while you do this?” “That it’s your lips and your teeth wrapped around my cock.” He groaned. “That you’re sucking on my cock, waiting for me to shoot the cum down your throat.” He groaned again. “Or that I’m driving this hard cock into your wet pussy.” She let him continue this way a few minutes more. “Lay back.” She ordered. Pushing his hands away, she positioned herself so she slid down onto his cock. Her pussy seemed to suck him in deep, her muscles automatically clamping around him. Rocking her hips, she kept the friction between them going. “Is this what you had in mind?” She asked. “Oh yes.” He looked at the beautiful woman who was fucking him, her body rising and falling on his hard cock, and he felt his cock begin to twitch, the way it did right before he was ready to cum. “Oh baby, I’m going to cum.” He moaned. “I haven’t given you permission.” She said, stopping her movements. She slapped his hands as he tried to touch her, then reached down and began rubbing her clit. “You see, I want to feel your hardness inside me. I want to ride you, and then feel you explode deep inside me.” Her own breathing had become shallow, a hard pant. She began to ride him again, her breast bouncing with each movement. “Okay.” She managed, biting her lip. “You can cum now.” She came as he did. Her body finally quivered to a stop, and she smiled down at him. “Now then.” She said, leaning over to kiss the hollow of his throat. “Don’t you feel better? Relaxed now?” “I think that would be a yes.” He tweaked her nipple, delighting in the shudder it produced in her body. “And just think of all the fun we’ll have tomorrow. I will be the master, and you will be my beautiful, docile slave.” “You think so?” She pushed away from him, rising haughtily. “And what makes you think I will give you permission to do that, slave?” She headed for the bedroom. “After all. no one said this was a one night only thing.” He stared at her retreating form, then slowly rose, setting the room to order before taking the dishes to the kitchen. Perhaps he should make her some herbal tea. He wanted to please her. After all, he was a good slave, and pleasing his mistress was his first priority. A Birthday Surprise Arriving home late, he looked around with expectation, knowing she had to have planned something to commemorate his birthday. After all, he’d seen the box from the lingerie shop, and overheard whispers on the telephone about a big night she was planning. A surprise party, maybe, but he would hate that. Better she be dressed in something barely there, lying next to a birthday cake on the kitchen table. A German Chocolate cake, he thought, hanging his coat up in the closet. His two favorite desserts, side by side. With a grin on his face, he stuck his head in the dining room, immediately dis-appointed by the empty table. She wasn’t in the kitchen, or the living room, either. Well, she was probably lying seductively on the bed, and if she was dressed, he’d have all the fun of unwrapping her. And if she wasn’t dressed, well.... He could feel his cock growing hard already. She wasn’t in the bedroom. “Honey?” He called, walking through the seemingly empty house. “Honey?” “In here!” He headed for the back room, following the sound of her voice. He found her, dressed in one of his old shirts, a baggy pair of jeans, and a scarf wrapped around her head. Everything in the room was covered with dropcloths, strange shapes he didn’t know. “Just painting the spare room, like we’ve talked about.” She smiled, offering him a paint brush. “Want to help?” He looked at the brush, then back at her. Suddenly, his hopes for a wild night had disappeared. “What about dinner?” He asked, trying not to sound to disappointed. “Dinner. Hmmm....” She shrugged. “How about pizza? I’ve got to get this finished.” “But....” He started to say something about his birthday, then stopped. She’d forgotten. “I’ll call and order the pizza. I guess.” He turned and walked out of the room. He could not believe that she would forget! He sighed, heading to their room to change clothes. He may as well be comfortable if he was going to be miserable. “Pizza.” He called, after he’d paid the delivery boy and closed the door. He dropped the box on the coffee table, plopping on the couch. Maybe something was on T.V. He could hear her rustling around in the kitchen, the water running as she washed up. “Bring me a pop.” He called. He was flipping through the channels as she walked in the room, and he didn’t notice her until she sat down and crossed her legs. Long, lovely legs, in sheer black hosiery, a dainty gold anklet dangling over the heel of some very sexy pumps. He let his eyes follow the long leg up to the sexy white flesh of her thighs, peeking out from under her very short skirt. She wore a lace bustier that showed her dark nipples clearly, her hair falling in lovely curls on her shoulders. Handing him a can of soda, she leaned back into the couch cushions, a big smile on her face. “Happy birthday, lover.” She said. “You did remember!” He stroked her calves, enjoying the feel of the nylons on her skin. Running his hands up her legs, he squeezed the soft flesh of her thighs, his hopes returning. “Let’s skip the pizza and go straight to bed.” “Skip the pizza? I hate cold pizza!” Opening the box, she pulled out a slice, and handed it to him, then took one for herself, the cheese stretching, taking a bite off the end. An errant piece of sausage tumbled off the pizza, landing with a greasy splat in the deep well between her breasts. She dropped the pizza on the lid of the box, then looked up at him with mock despair. “Oooh! My hands are greasy. You’d better help me get that out.” “Gladly!” He dropped his own piece and took her by the shoulders, pulling her towards him. With his tongue, he dug the piece of sausage out from between her breasts, licking the sides of her breasts, running his tongue along the lacy edge of the bustier. He could feel her hands at the opening of his jeans, freeing his semi-erect cock, her fingers stroking the head, making it grow stiff quickly. It didn’t take him long to figure out how to free her breasts, gently squeezing them together with his hands, licking the nipples with broad strokes of his tongue. Shifting underneath him, she brought her legs up around his waist, guiding his cock into her wet pussy. He started slow, pushing the length of his cock into her pussy, then pulling it almost completely out before plunging back in. Her fingernails in his back signified the approach of her first orgasm, her body thrusting back up at him as she climaxed. Nuzzling his face between her breasts, he licked the space between them again, sucking on the tender undersides before starting back on her nipples again. He began to thrust into her faster, harder, his own breathing growing faster as he fought to keep control. When he felt her pussy muscles begin to constrict around him once again, he let go, groaning loudly as he shot his cum inside her. Collapsing on top of her, he kissed her neck, her face, letting his body relax. “Oh honey, that was great. What a great birthday.” “Well, I had to do something to make you forget how old your getting.” He could hear the laughter in her voice. Stretching her arm to reach the pizza, she plucked a piece of pepperoni off, dropping it on her still hard nipple. “Besides,” she said, as he snatched the pepperoni with his teeth, his tongue darting out to lick the nipple clean. “The night’s not over. We’re going to make this an even better birthday.” A Change in Plans She called him to see what time he would be home that night. They had talked yesterday about their plans for tonight, trying to decide which movie to go to. “Did you decide what you want to see tonight?” She asked him. He chuckled deep in his throat. “What would I like to see tonight?” His voice was low. “How about you, tied up, a sexy little slave girl waiting for her master?” “A slave girl?” She laughed. “How about a leather clad dominatrix, ready to crack her whip at her pet?” He was quiet for a moment. “How about we save that for tomorrow?” “How about you think about what movie you want to see, and I’ll get dinner ready. Okay?” He was still laughing as she hung up the phone. What made her decide to do it, she would never know. But she had about 15 minutes to get ready before he would be home. She didn’t know what a slave girl might wear, but she knew what he would like. Red satin bra and panties, garter belt, red stockings, and high heels. She looked at the bed and wondered how she could tie herself up there, and decided against it. The living room had a big hook in the ceiling where she had a hanging plant. He wanted a tied up slave girl, well, she would be tied up in the living room where he would see her almost as soon as he came in. She had just gotten everything into place when she heard his key in the lock. She shivered with excitement, knowing he would be surprised, knowing that this evening would be an interesting one. “I’m home!” He called, swinging the door open. Dropping his briefcase on the floor next to the closet, he hung up his coat, listening for her to respond. “Hello?” He called. He almost didn’t see her as he rounded the corner. Her muffled cries drew his attention, his eyes quickly assessing the situation. “Oh my....” She was standing in the corner, dressed in her sexy red lingerie, hands pulled up over her head and tied to the hook in the ceiling with a black scarf. She looked so alluring, arms stretched up like that, her breasts thrusting towards him, her legs beautifully shaped by the heels she wore. She’d even tied a second scarf around her mouth, like a gag. His cock leapt to attention, throbbing as it grew. “I take it we aren’t going to a movie tonight?” “Mmmphhlm.” She made a half-hearted attempt to struggle against the restraints on her arms, her breasts jiggling in the red bra. Crossing the room to where she stood, he reached out and touched the red satin cups, feeling the nipples harden under his touch. “Oh, man.... I can’t believe you did this!” He lowered his head to kiss the soft skin swelling over the edge of the bra, his tongue flicking down the sweet valley between her breasts. His hands wandered down her sides, rubbing gently, working around to cup the satin clad cheeks of her ass. Holding her tightly against him, he pressed his hard cock against her, and her hard nipples poking his chest. Slipping one finger into the crotch of her panties, he felt her love juices running out, soaking the thin material. “A little excited, are we dear?” He chuckled. Stepping back, he stared at her, enjoying the writhing form before him. With casual deliberateness, he undressed, knowing she was watching. His cock stuck straight out, slick with precum. Stepping up to her, it rubbed against her stomach as he leaned in close to kiss her, his lips touching hers around the gag. His hands ran up her body now, up her arms, touching the scarf that held her bound. Kissing down her neck and shoulders, he untied her, guiding her arms down. “Are you my little slave girl?” He asked. She nodded, her body trembling as he kissed across her back and shoulders, slow kisses in what he knew was an erogenous zone for her. Licking slowly down her spine, he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them off her his as far as he could without unhooking the stockings. Standing behind her, he slid the head of his cock between her legs, feeling it glide effortlessly in between her wet pussy lips. The head of his cock rubbed against her hard clit, making her moan into the gag with each stroke. His hands massaged her breasts, tweaking her nipples, nibbling on her shoulders. She climaxed hard, her body trembling, his arms around her keeping her from falling. The muscles of her ass squeezed around the base of his cock, her cum pouring out down the inside her thighs. Separating, he led her to the couch, fastening her arms to the end table with the same scarf she’d used to surprise him. Kneeling on the floor, he pulled her hips off the couch, spreading her legs wide. Planting his hard cock inside her wet pussy, he began to pump, thrusting his hips forward hard and fast, his balls slamming against her ass with each stroke. She arched her back as her orgasm ripped through her, her legs clasping around his waist. He dropped on top of her, pressing his face into her breasts, emptying his seed deep into her belly. He lay there a moment, feeling the last tremors of her orgasm pass, a deep purr of contentment coming from her with each breath. Removing the gag, he kissed her, his tongue wetting her dry lips. “You really surprised me.” He told her. “I thought that was what you wanted to see.” She said, a trace of laughter in her voice. “Untie me now?” “Untie you?” His fingers stroked the underside of her left arm, the soft skin exposed by the way she was bound. “I don’t think so. Not quite yet. The evening is young.” He silenced her objection with another kiss, his fingers doing things to make her squirm beneath him. “After all, you are my little slave girl tonight, right?” She smiled, nodding. “Tonight I am your slave girl.” She said. Her smile grew wicked. “But tomorrow, remember, you said it would be my turn.” He recalled the dominatrix comment she’d made earlier. “I think I might be in trouble.” He said with a smile. A little afternoon fun “Honey!” She called from the kitchen. “I need a hand in here!” He sighed, closing his book and forcing himself up off the couch. It was not that he minded helping her, but today he felt like just sitting around and being lazy, and she was cleaning. Actually, he thought, his mind wandering, he felt like dragging her into the bedroom and spending the day in there. Put all this energy of hers to a good use! Grinning, he rounded the corner to the kitchen. “What do you need, sweetie?” She was standing with the refrigerator open, peering around the door to see him. “Nothing much.” She answered. With a sudden motion, she slammed the door to the fridge, raising a water gun up and taking aim. “Just this.” She answered, as ice cold water sprayed across his body. He was so startled, he stood their for a heartbeat, staring down at the wet stain that spread across his clothes. “I can’t believe you did that.” He said slowly. She was giggling, her hands covering her mouth to suppress the laughter. “You little minx!” He took off after her, and she squealed, turning and running through the dining room. Thinking fast, he turned around and ducked out the way he’d come, cutting her off as she tried to make it out the back door. She squealed again, spinning around and heading down the hallway to their bedroom. He heard the bathroom door slam before he got there, and he pounded on the door, calling her name. “Let me in!” He cried. “Who are you, the big bad wolf?” She asked, though she was still laughing so hard, it was hard to understand her. “Are you going to blow the house down?” “Grrrrr!” He turned and stormed away, making a great deal of noise and many blustery sounds. She waited almost ten minutes before she dared to open the door, carefully peeking around the door frame to make sure he wasn’t there. “Honey?” She whispered. “Are you there?” No answer. She crept out of the bathroom, the water gun tucked into her waistband, acting like a spy in an old movie. Tip-toeing through the house, she looked for him, expecting him around every corner. “Honey?” She chewed her lip nervously, wondering where he’d gone. He wasn’t anywhere in the house that she could see. Maybe he’d been so upset he’d left! She rushed to the garage, wanting to see if his car was still there- SPLASH! She didn’t see him, didn’t see the bucket full of water that flew at her. She stood in the door to the garage, spluttering, completely drenched. He smiled, enjoying the way her wet clothing clung to her body. Especially the way her shirt clung around her beautiful breasts, the cold water making the nipples spring to life. “A wet tee-shirt contest.” He said, laughing. “My very favorite!” She blushed, and he reached out to tweak her nipples, as if to punctuate his comment. “Using a bucket was not fair.” She cried. “Catching me off guard was not fair.” He folded his arms across his chest, looking indignant. Quick as a flash, she pulled the water gun from her waistband, shooting him twice before turning to run again. “No you don’t!” He called, running after her. “I’m not letting you get away that easily!” His long arms proved to be her downfall, as he reached out and grabbed the back of her shirt, pulling her back towards him. She tucked the gun into her back pocket, then turned to wrestle with him. He clutched her to him, dragging her to the floor, pinning her under him. “No fair!” She cried, squirming to get free. “Life’s not fair, baby!” He said, kissing her. Slipping his tongue into her mouth, he let his hands roam across her wet tee-shirt, noticing that her struggles were decreasing, her hands starting to stroke his back. Her hands went to his pants, tugging them down his hips, caressing his ass. He smiled, trailing kisses down her face to her neck, licking along her collar bone. “I want to make love to you.” He whispered. She made a sound like a purr, then started to wriggle out of her shorts. “Oh, you got me so wet!” She moaned, struggling with the wet denim. “I’m going to make you wetter still.” He said, his mouth closing around her nipple through the wet tee shirt. His fingers slipped down to rub her clit, feeling her body tense at his touch. But right now, he couldn’t wait, needing to feel her warm, wet pussy around his cock. With a sigh, he slid into her, her thighs clamping around his body. He pumped in and out of her, slowly, enjoying the feel of her beneath him, enjoying the feel of her body moving and grinding against him. Her hard nipples pressed into his chest, her hands roaming his back. She cried out with pleasure, her fingernails digging into her back as she came. He stopped his pumping and held her, letting her body calm down a moment. She reached up and kissed him, then locked her thighs around him, and rolled them both over so she was now sitting on top of him. “It’s your turn to be on the cold floor.” She laughed. “Mmm.” He said, pushing the tee shirt up, baring her breasts. “Gladly.” Reaching behind her, she grabbed the squirt gun, hiding it behind her hips as she rode up and down on his hard cock. She toyed with the idea of squirting him, of getting the last laugh, then changed her mind. Dropping the gun, she leaned forward, bringing her breasts down to his lips. As he shot his hot cum deep inside her, she smiled. Now would not be the time to squirt him with cold water, she thought, her body responding to his with equal fire. Tomorrow would be a good time to squirt him again! A New Scarf They were having an argument. She loved the long scarf, and he thought it was the silliest thing he’d ever seen. It was 8 ft. long, brightly colored, and he said it made it her look like a bag lady. “Well, fine!” She plopped down on the bed, not looking at him. Holding the scarf in her hands, she twisted the material tightly. “I don’t care what you say. I like it.” “Hmm...” He reached out his hand, taking the scarf. “Let me look at it again. Okay?” She handed it over, resting her hands in her lap. “I don’t have to wear it when you’re with me.” She said. “Oh, I can think of a way I’d like to see you wearing it.” He moved quickly, wrapping the scarf around her wrists, binding them together. “Hey!” She cried, tugging at the binding. “What are you doing?” “This!” He laid her back gently, tying the other end of the scarf to the headboard. “Honey.” She began, but he silenced her with a kiss. One hand snaked down to the waistband of her skirt, tugging the shirt free. In no time, he had the blouse unbuttoned, massaging her soft breasts through the satiny bra. Tugging the skirt down over her hips, he began kissing her stockinged legs, running his hands across the nylon to caress her round ass. He ignored her protests, letting his tongue trace its way from her knees and up her thighs, stopping at her sweet pussy. Even through the nylons and underwear, he could feel her wetness, and he placed his mouth over her pussy, blowing gently. Her protests turned to soft moans, her body beginning to twist and thrash under his touch. Rolling the nylons off of her, he tied them around her ankles with a grin, spreading her legs wide. She protested as he ripped the flimsy panties off, shaking her head when he threatened to gag her. “I think I shall spend the afternoon right here, my face buried between your legs.” She groaned, twisiting in her bonds. “How many times can I make you cum, I wonder.” By the third orgasm, she was begging to be untied, the insides of her thighs wet from his saliva and her own juices. “I think I like the view from here.” He said, making her blush. He lowered his head, sucking on her swollen clit. “Maybe, though, I need to pay some attention to your nipples.” He began licking his way up her stomach, kissing the undersides of her breasts, his fingertips playing with the hard nipples. He could stand it no longer. Slipping out of his jeans, he slipped his hard cock into her dripping pussy, his hands gripping her buttocks as he thrust into her. Her hands pulled up over her head like that made her breasts stand out, and it wasn’t long before they were both cuming. Lying on top of her, exhausted, he nuzzled her neck, enjoying the warmth of her body beneath him. “How do you feel?” He asked. “With my fingertips.” She laughed, running her hands down his back to cup his ass. “You’re hands are free!” He cried in surprise. “Of course.” She said, giving him a little squeeze. “You didn’t think that little scarf would hold me, did you?” He kissed him, tasting a hint of her cum still on his breath. “Just wait. I’ll teach you how to tie a good knot. And you’ll find out how much fun it is to be tied down and helpless.” He grinned, feeling himself grow hard again. “I think I would like that.....” An Evening Out She’d started before they’d even entered the house for the party. In the dark, in the car, she’d rolled the short hem of her skirt up past the tops of her stockings and showed him her bare thighs, her bare hips, bringing his fingers down to touch her bare pussy. “So you know what to look forward to.” she told him. Now he had a grin on his face he couldn’t dampen, and if he brought his fingertips up to his nose, he could catch a hint of her scent. He watched her walk across the room, his mind moving forward to the evening once they were home. She really knew how to affect him. She smiled at him, passing him a drink. To anyone watching, it appeared to be a normal exchange between them. But only he saw the wink, only he heard her whisper, “I want you.” Brushing her breasts across his arm, she added, “I need you.” He felt the response in his nether regions immediately, but she only smiled and wandered away, wiggling her ass for his benefit. A thousand images flashed through his mind, but nothing that helped calm his carbonated hormones. Dinner was not easier for him. She kept up her end in the conversations around the table, her hand on his thigh, on his crotch, stroking his hard on through his pants. He was hard pressed to appear normal, forcing himself to eat his meal and smile at the people around him. With a gentle smile, she turned her attention on him, mischief sparkling in her eyes. “I want you.” She whispered again. When they left the table, he watched her head out of the room, towards the back of the house where the bathrooms were. Trying to appear casual, he followed her, his long strides easily overtaking her. “Honey!” She cried as he came up behind her, pushing her into the bathroom and locking the door. “What are you doing?” “What do you think I am doing, you little tease?” He grinned, undoing his pants. With a sigh, he released his swollen cock. “Come here.” “Oh, honey, not here.” She shook her head. “Someone might come by....” She swallowed hard, her own desire threatening to overwhelm her. “We should head for home.” He shook his head, pushing her up against the sink and raising her short skirt over her ass. Running his hands over her plump ass cheeks, he slid a finger into her pussy, feeling the wetness he knew he would find. “You said you wanted me.” He whispered, sliding his hard cock into her. “Now you have me.” She moaned, closing her eyes as he pumped in and out of her. He ran his hands under her breasts, cupping them through the fabric of her dress. He watched her face in the mirror over the sink, watched his hands roaming across her body. Her lovely eyes fluttered open, watching the mirror. Her breathing changed, her body beginning to shake and shudder as she approached her orgasm. Grabbing the hand towel off the towel rack, he folded it lengthwise into fourths, sliding it between her teeth to muffle her cries. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he held her through the orgasm, then started pumping into even her harder, faster, stroking her clit, making her squirm and groan even more. When she climaxed again, he came with her, shooting his cum deep inside her. He left the bathroom before she did, ducking down the dark hall and stepping back into the party with a grin on his face. When she emerged, she was walking carefully, and he remembered that she had no underwear on. “I still want you.” She whispered as she passed, heading for the front door. He went to collect their coats and make their excuses to the hostess. The night was still young, and he had a lot to look forward to. At the Movies The movie was bad. Boring, dull, in spite of the good reviews. She sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder. He seemed to be enjoying it. “Can we go?” She whispered. “Please.” “Shh. I wanna see how it ends.” Slumping in her seat, she glared at the screen. Besides the two of them, there were three other couples in the theater, and the couple closest to them stood up and left. She didn’t realize she was fidgeting until he placed a hand on her knee, whispering for her to calm down. Crossing one leg over the other, she tugged her skirt up a bit, so his hand rested on her stockinged leg. He didn’t seem to notice. Grumbling to herself, she tugged the skirt higher, showing the tops of her stockings. Twisting around, she leaned against him as much as the confining seats allowed, letting her breast fall heavily against his arm. One hand snaked down to his lap, caressing the inside his thigh. “Honey!” He whispered frantically. “Shhh.” She nodded at the screen, inching her fingers farther up his leg. “Watch the movie.” He made a slight whimpering noise, but said no more, his eyes focused on the screen. Her fingers rubbed the bulge in his pants, feeling his cock leap as she began to pay attention to it. Leaning her head back on his shoulder, she unbuttoned his slacks, feeling his deep intake of breath as she freed his straining erection. With one finger she began stroking the shaft, smearing the drop of precum around the head, then she brought her finger to her mouth, licking it clean. Though he pretended not to watch her, she could see him peeking out of the corner of his eye, so, to give him a good show, she closed her lips around her finger, sucking it in and out of her mouth. His fingers began to crawl up her thigh, and she suppressed a smile, waiting until they crossed her stocking top, then she re-crossed her legs, trapping his hand between her thighs. She giggled, his squirming fingers tickling as he tried to free his hand. Licking her palm, she wrapped her hand around his cock, sliding it up and down the way he liked. He ceased his attempts to free his hand, closing his eyes and moaning softly. She slid further down in the seat, working her hand faster. Neither of them were paying any attention to the movie anymore, and she slid still lower. “Honey......” He whispered. “Movie.” She responded, squatting on the floor in front of him. With a delicate swipe of her tongue, she cleaned the tip of his cock of all the precum, then covered the head with her mouth. Her hand still stroking the shaft, she sucked and licked his cock until she felt his body tense, knowing he was about to cum. “Oh, honey... an usher!” He tapped her shoulder, even as he began to spurt hot cum down her throat. His groans stopped in his throat, as he struggled to keep his body still in the seat. He could see the red light of the usher’s flashlight as he walked down the aisle. “Usher!” He hissed again. When the red light fell on them, she was back in her seat, her head resting against his chest, eyes closed as though sleeping. His arm draped lazily across her, resting on her hip. Without pausing, the usher moved on, exiting the theater at the front exit. “That was close!” He said. His hand caressed her ass through her skirt. “Let’s head for home.” “Home!” She sat up, focusing all her attention on the screen. “And miss the end of the movie?” Nothing he could say would make her budge until the movie was over, either. Bike Rides It took a lot of talking, but she finally convinced him to come bike riding with her. “It’s cold!” He whined. “This is November. Bike riding is a summer time activity. We should concentrate on indoor sports!” “Oh, don’t be such a big baby.” She swung her leg over the cross bar (she insisted on riding a man’s bike), inching her butt over the seat. She had to stand on her tip-toes to do that, the muscles in her legs showing nicely in the tight, black bike pants she wore. “I envy that bike seat.” He told her, waggling his eyebrows. She glared at him, frowning. “Well, I do. Thrusting between your thighs, rubbing against your sweet pussy.” “Yeah?” She smiled. “Would you like to change places with the bicycle seat?” She asked. He nodded vigorously. “Well, if you want me... you’re going to have to catch me!” She took off on her bike, speeding down the driveway and down the street. “You minx!” He shouted, mounting the bike and heading off after her. Her laughter whipped past him, carried by the wind. He knew he could catch up to her, and she knew it, too. He followed her down the quiet streets of their subdivision, across a school play ground, and over to the park. Across the grass and up a small hill, she came to a stop, spinning the bike around to face him. “Come on Mr. Slow poke!” She hollered. “I thought you were going to catch me!” She was off again, coasting down the hill towards the small cluster of trees at the other end of the park. He doubled his efforts, circling the hill and tearing after her. Through the trees, around the park, and back the way they’d come. Closer and closer, until he was right behind her. They were too winded now to yell taunts at each other. Though he’d started talking about the bike seat as a joke to try to convince her not to embark on this insanity, he decided he did enjoy the view from back here. Seeing her legs pumping the pedals, the way she lifted her ass off the seat to get a little extra momentum. And watching her settle back on the seat, the thin tip of the seat disappearing between her thighs... He groaned. Now was not the time to get a boner! It made riding the bike difficult.... She turned into their driveway, riding into the open garage door, clicking the door to close behind her. “Hey!” He shouted, but she ignored him. He rode around to the back yard, entering the garage through the rear door. The garage was empty. “Honey?” He called, heading into the house. Rounding the corner to the living room, he saw her, still sitting on her bike. “So, Sport. Is that a bicycle pump in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” She asked, eyeing the bulge in his jogging pants. “And just what set you off?” “Watching you ride that bike seat. The way you lifted your ass off to try and get ahead of me, and then sat back down. I just watched that, wishing it was my cock you were sitting down on.” “Really? You mean, this is what got you all excited?” She pantomimed the movement he described. “What about this?” She ground her pussy down on the hard bicycle seat, squirming until she had the best contact on her clit. “You like that? Now you know why I like bike riding so much.” “Ohhhh! You are terrible! I swear you lay awake at night thinking of new ways to torment me!” Crossing the room to stand behind her, he slid his arms around her waist, hugging her. “You can make anything erotic, can’t you?” “I try.” She leaned back against him, feeling his lips nibbling at her ear. His fingers slid under the waistband of her pants, cold fingers slipping into her warm, wet slit. She moaned as his chilled digits rubbed her clit, then diving deeper into the wet hole. “And you just love to make me squirm like this.” She gasped. “Uh-huh.” He pulled his hand from her pants, licking her juices from his fingers. “I think we make a good team, then.” He pulled her off the bike, dancing her over to the couch. With a smile, he undressed her with his hands, his mouth tasting the skin he bared. He made her squirm even more, her body quivering as he explored it. “Please, sweetheart... I need to feel you inside me now.” She begged. Sitting back on the couch, he pulled her onto his lap, sinking his cock deep inside her wet warmth. She was excited by his hands and mouth; feeling the aching emptiness suddenly full sent her over the edge, drenching his cock with her pussy juices. Holding her tight, he let her buck against him, waiting for her to calm down. With slow deliberateness, they made love, her body riding on his cock, his hands massaging her breasts, stroking her sensitive nipples. When they came, it was long and hard, their cries echoing together through their house. Bodies together, he rolled her onto her back, covering her body with his. “You know, I really have a problem.” He said between kisses. “What’s that?” She asked. “I’m never going to be able to look at bike riding the same way again....” Break Time She had watched him all evening, slaving over the computer, his brow knotted as he focused on the task at hand. Frustration filled his features, and she could feel his tension from across the room. She wanted to help him, ease some of his tensions. “Why don’t you take a little break?” She whispered in his ear, her fingers massaging his tense shoulders. She nibbled on his ear, letting her hands roam down the front of his shirt. “I have to take care of this, honey.” He said. “Mmmm...” She spun his chair around, wriggling into his lap. Running her fingers into his hair, she kissed him, deeply, passionately. “You have to take care of me, first, honey.” She replied. She could feel his smile as they kissed, and she brought his hand up under her blouse, placing it on her breast. He needed no further encouragement; his fingers teasing her nipple, making it stiff under his attention. She could feel his hardness against her hip, and she wiggled her hips enough to rub against him, making him moan. With an impish grin, she stood up and stepped out of his reach, her fingers unbuttoning her blouse, slowly gyrating her hips, doing a quiet strip tease. The blouse slid off one shoulder, then the other, and she turned her back to him, letting the blouse slide off her body to the floor. Hooking her fingers into her waistband, she rolled her shorts off her hips, stepping out of them and kicking them across the room. He whistled, clapping enthusiastically. Dropping to her knees, she unzipped his slacks, removing his hard penis and sliding her tongue all over it. She didn’t need to hear his happy groaning to know how much he was enjoying it. His fingers twined into her hair, stroking her gently. After a few minutes, she stood up, her smile contagious. “Like that?” She asked, not needing an answer. Sliding out of her underwear, she stepped up close to him, lowering her body down on his hardness. Their bodies moved together, hands moving across the other’s body, mouths locked in a kiss. He felt her body tense, her back arch, and he pulled her close, holding her twisting body against him as she convulsed through her orgasm. Though he tried to hold out, he couldn’t, shooting deep inside her before she’d calmed down. They sat together a moment more, bodies spent, just delighting in the touch of the other. “Feel better?” She asked. He nodded. “Good.” She stood up, stepping away from and collecting her clothes. “Now get back to work.” He smiled, and watched her walk naked from the room. Breakfast in Bed NOTE: This takes place the morning after “The Massage.” She awoke refreshed, feeling rested for the first time in a week. Stretching like a cat, she relished in the lack of tenseness, in the lack of pain in her muscles. He slumbered beside her, undisturbed by her movements. Suddenly, last night came flooding back into her memory. She fell asleep on him! He’d been giving her a delightful massage, and she had fallen asleep. Suppressing a giggle, she slid out of bed, grabbing her robe and dashing from the robe. He’d been so sweet, so wonderful, and she’d fallen asleep after he’d made her feel so good. Well, let him sleep now. She would make up for that. When she returned to their room, he was just waking, and he smiled sleepily at her. “Good Morning!” He said. “And what are you up to this fine morning?” “Good Morning.” She returned happily. She rested the bed tray she carried on the bed, handing him the paper she had folded under her arm. “I have for you this morning a sausage omelet, coffee, and an apology.” She blushed. “I am sorry for falling asleep last night.” “Oh Honey. Don’t be silly!” He reached for the breakfast tray, breathing deep the aroma of the morning coffee. “You’ve been so tired. I just wanted you to feel good.” “And I did.” She lifted her orange juice in a toast, and they set into the meal. “But I bet you didn’t feel good when you went to sleep to last night. In fact, I’ll bet your cock was hard, and you had to calm down before you could sleep.” “Well, yeah.” He felt his cock twitch as she spoke. “But Honey, you know I would rather you had the chance to get rested. One little hard-on won’t kill me, you know.” He ate the last bite of his omelet. “I love breakfast in bed!” She finished her omelet and put her plate aside. “Well, honey, I’m wide awake now. And I want to make up for last night.” Moving the tray down to the floor, she crawled across the bed, kissing him. He could taste the sweetness of the orange juice on her lips, and he felt her probing hand move under the blankets to touch his semi-hard cock. He dropped his hands to the belt on her robe, untying the knot. The fabric fell open, her breasts pushing their way out. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him gently, his cock growing in her grasp. Cupping her breasts, he pushed the soft flesh together, playing with the nipples. “You have beautiful breasts.” He said, for the thousandth time. Catching her wrists, he held her hands up, then rolled, pining her beneath him. Fastening his lips around the nipple, he tried to suck her entire breast in his mouth, or so it seemed. She laughed, pushing his head back. “Stop! You know I’m ticklish on the undersides of my breasts.” “Yes.” His fingers began to tickle her under her breasts, making her laugh even harder. “I know.” “Beast.” “Oh, beast, am I?” He laughed maniacally, lifting her hips so he could plunge his hard cock into her. She gasped, her pussy suddenly full, his balls slapping against her ass. “I’ll show you a beast, madam!” He began to plunge in and out of her, hard and fast, growling in the back of his throat. She laughed, throwing her arms around his neck and enjoying the ride. Suddenly, he stopped. “I’m tired.” He said, yawning. He pulled his cock out her and rolled over, closing his eyes. “Wake me up about noon.” “What?” She sat up, outraged. “Why you.... you....” He rolled over on his back, laughing at her. “Come on Baby.” He crooked his finger at her. “Come here.” “Ooooh! You really are a beast!” She said, but she crawled across the bed, swinging her leg over to straddle him. One hand around her cock, she guided herself down on top of him. “Sometimes, I really hate you.” “You would make love to a man you hate?” “Only if it’s you, idiot!” She tweaked his nipple, and he immediately copied her move. His hand then trailed down her stomach to her clit, his fingers rubbing the little button until she cried out. He came as she did, pulling her down and holding her against him. They lay together for some time, then he kissed her, sitting up to officially start the day. “Honey.” He said. “I think we should have breakfast in bed more often.” Breaktime (m/f, cons, romantic) She had watched him all evening, slaving over the computer, his brow knotted as he focused on the task at hand. Frustration filled his features, and she could feel his tension from across the room. She wanted to help him, ease some of his tensions. “Why don’t you take a little break?” she whispered in his ear, her fingers massaging his tense shoulders. She nibbled on his ear, letting her hands roam down the front of his shirt. “I have to take care of this, honey.” He said. “Mmmm...” She spun his chair around, wriggling into his lap. Running her fingers into his hair, she kissed him, deeply, passionately. “You have to take care of me, first, honey.” She replied. She could feel his smile as they kissed, and she brought his hand up under her blouse, placing it on her breast. He needed no further encouragement; his fingers teasing her nipple, making it stiff under his attention. She could feel his hardness against her hip, and she wiggled her hips enough to rub against him, making him moan. With an impish grin, she stood up and stepped out of his reach, her fingers unbuttoning her blouse, slowly gyrating her hips, doing a quiet strip tease. The blouse slid off one shoulder, then the other, and she turned her back to him, letting the blouse slide off her body to the floor. Hooking her fingers into her waistband, she rolled her shorts off her hips, stepping out of them and kicking them across the room. He whistled, clapping enthusiastically. Dropping to her knees, she unzipped his slacks, removing his hard penis and sliding her tongue all over it. She didn’t need to hear his happy groaning to know how much he was enjoying it. His fingers twined into her hair, stroking her gently. After a few minutes, she stood up, her smile contagious. “Like that?” she asked, not needing an answer. Sliding out of her underwear, she stepped up close to him, lowering her body down on his hardness. Their bodies moved together, hands moving across the others body, mouths locked in a kiss. He felt her body tense, her back arch, and he pulled her close, holding her twisting body against him as she convulsed thorough her orgasm. Though he tried to hold out, he couldn’t, shooting deep inside her before she’d calmed down. They sat together a moment more, bodies spent, just delighting in the touch of the other. “Feel better?” she asked. He nodded. “Good.” She stood up, stepping away from and collecting her clothes. “Now get back to work.” He smiled, and watched her walk naked from the room. Candy Cane Terry forced a smile as the small child climbed into his lap, dutifully reciting her list of wants from Santa. He watched as his elf, Jan, snapped a photo, convincing the parents of the waif that they simply could not live without the full color print of their child’s visit with Santa. “That’s the last one.” Jan said, hanging the velvet rope up to signify they were closed. Closing the door to the Santa House, she lowered the blinds, breathing a deep sigh of relief. “The Christmas season is over. Tomorrow is the 25th., and I don’t have to pretend to be an elf anymore.” She shook her foot, the bells on her slipper tinkling happily. “Not even a hohoho?” “Hohoho!” He chortled merrily. He once again allowed his eyes to wander across the elf’s figure. The red Santa dress she wore hugged her full curves, the short skirt showing off her long legs. Holding out a candy cane, he crooked his finger at her. “Come tell Santa what you want for Christmas, little girl.” He said. She laughed, the totally surprised him by climbing the steps to the Santa chair and climbing up on his knee. Mischief pranced across her face, and she squirmed up against his body, her feet dangling so the bells jingled cheerfully. “Hi Santa.” She said. “Uh...” Terry swallowed hard, completely off guard by her presence in his lap. He wanted to wrap his arms around her body, hold all that softness in his arms, but he restrained himself, letting his hand fall on her hip naturally, the way he held any child who sat in his lap. Not that any child smelled like she did, or had the effect she had on his nether regions. “Hello, little girl. Hohoho.” He swallowed hard again.”And what do you want from Santa this year?” “Hmm.... What an interesting way to phrase that.” Jan giggled. She rested her head against his chest, feeling his pounding heart through the red jacket. “Well, Santa, I have been a very good girl this year. Very good. I’d like to show you how good.” Her fingers slid into the opening of the his jacket, touching his chest underneath. “I’d like Santa to stay with this elf tonight.” “Jan!” “Shhhh....” She placed a finger against his lips, then leaned up and kissed him. “Plech!” She said, wiping her lips as she pulled away. “Fake whiskers! Ewwww!” “Fake whiskers? Oh!” Terry tugged the phony beard off, letting it fall to the floor. “Is that better?” “Much.” She turned her face up, and they kissed again, a deep kiss that was so much better than the one before. His hands went around her waist, pulling her body against him. She felt even better than he’d imagined. “Mmmm.” She leaned away, her breath ragged. “I have had a crush on you for the last month.” She confessed. “Really?” He smiled. “I’ve been watching you for the last month. I didn’t think you knew I was alive.” She kissed him again, her hands pushing the fake wig and Santa hat off his head. “I knew you were alive. And now, My dear Santa, I’d like to taste your candy cane.” “Jan!” He cried again, but she was sliding from his lap, her small hands opening his pants, exposing his raging hard on. He moaned as her lips slid around his cock, her tongue massaging the sensitive head. Oh.... Jan.” He said, softly this time. He wound his fingers into her hair, just enjoying her expertise. In no time at all, he filled her mouth with his cum, groaning happily as she swallowed his jism. “You are the sexiest elf I’ve ever seen.” He told her. “Thank you.” She stayed on her knees, staring up at him. “I never wanted to distract Santa from his appointed rounds before, but, if you don’t have any plans for Christmas Eve, I’d like to invite you home with me.” A small dribble of cum rested on the corner of her mouth. He touched it with his fingers, wiping it across her lips. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips clean. “Home with you? For a night of wild elf sex?” She licked his softening cock, sending chills through his body. “The wildest.” She answered. He stood up, shedding his jacket and his stomach padding, taking her hand and leading her from the little Santa house to his car. “A Merry Christmas to all!” He cried, as they pulled out of the parking lot. “And to all, a good night!” Computer Fun He signed on to line check his e-mail, and he was surprised to see her on line. “Hello, lover.” The words appeared on his screen, and he smiled. “Feeling horny today?” “You know I’m at work.” He typed back. “Of course I know. I can picture you sitting at your desk in your little cubicle, typing into your Powerbook. Can you picture me, sitting here at home in front of my PC, wearing nothing but a sheet?” His fingers twitched nervously over the keyboard. “What color sheet?” “Black.” There was a pause. “My skin looks so pale against the black sheet.... It’s wrapped so unevenly, so sloppily, my left thigh is completely uncovered. Why, if I breath too hard, it would probably fall right off!” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, picturing her sitting at her computer, wrapped in a sheet. Legs parted, her thigh bare, probably her hip showing a bit. The swell of her breasts, straining against the sheet.... He stifled a groan. His pants were getting tight. “I’d love to be there, unwrapping that sheet, sucking on your beautiful breasts.” He adjusted his pants, trying to take some of the pressure off his growing cock. “You little tease! You’ve made my cock so hard.” “HeeHeeHee! Do you think that’s what I was trying to do?” He could easily picture her laughing out loud. “Ooops! The sheet just fell off!” “YES!!!!” He typed, grinning broadly. “Too bad you can’t reach through the monitor. My nipples are standing out so hard... so red. They’re just begging to be pinched. Don’t you wish you could pinch them?” “You are wicked.” “Thank you. Sorry if my typing seems to be slower. I’m typing one handed now.” “One handed? Why.” “Why do you think?” She paused. “Because the other hand is busy rubbing my wet pussy. What do you think about that?” No amount of shifting was going to make his pants loose around his cock. He was so hard, his cock was throbbing. He hoped the precum wasn’t leaving a wet stain on his slacks. “Are you having fun?” He asked. “mmmm..... not as much fun as I would be having if you were here. If it were your fingers pinching my clit, or you cock thrusting inside my wet pussy.” “Just you wait until I get home.” He typed. “You will be feeling those things. With a vengeance!” “Really? Will you push me down on the couch and plunge into me? Bend me over the table and pound your cock in and out of me from behind? Or drag me down on top of you, so I can ride your cock until you cum deep inside me?” “OH!” He spoke out loud, then bit down on his lip to silence himself. The thought of her sliding down on top of his hard cock, her wet pussy clutching at him, riding him up and down was almost more than he could bear. Having her on top, his hands roaming her body, squeezing her breasts, clutching her ass. Breathing deeply, he forced himself to be calm. “Maybe you should leave today at quitting time.” She typed. “Don’t stay any longer than you have to.” He glanced at his watch. It would be at least a half an hour before he could logistically leave. A very long half an hour. “I won’t stay long.” He promised. “And when I get home, I plan on doing many things to you. All night long.” “I can hardly wait.” She typed. “Good bye for now, my love.” He logged off, closing the lid to his Powerbook. A whole half an hour to kill. Then he could go home and make love to her.... He groaned. He had to stop this, he had to concentrate on other things to make this half an hour productive. He accomplished nothing the rest of the work day. Couch Potatoes It was to be a quiet night at home. No friends, no work smuggled home in a briefcase. No ducking out to see a movie, or to do grocery shopping, or to do anything but just relax. Couch potatoes. He settled back into the cushions of the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table. She plopped down next to him, sliding up under his arm, her head resting on his chest, secure that she belonged there in his arms. Her shoes tumbled to the floor, her long legs stretching across the length of the couch, her feet hanging over the far arm. “Comfy?” he asked. “Of course.” She snuggled against his warmth, feeling his arm drop down around her shoulders. “You?” “Uh-huh.” She offered him the remote control, but he shook his head. “Whatever.” He said. Unfortunately, it was one of those nights where absolutely nothing of interest was on. Neither of them cared for any of the inane sitcoms that were offered, nor were any movies showing that looked even remotely intriguing. She paused on a channel that showed a group of aging rock stars, their reunion concert, playing tunes that were reminiscent of their younger days. “How’s this?” “It’s fine.” He truly didn’t care what they watched, enjoying the fact that he simply didn’t have to be doing anything right now. The feel of the woman in his arms was pleasant, relaxing, her scent familiar and intoxicating. His fingers gently caressed her shoulder, simply touching, and allowing the pleasure of the touch to be enough. “Brings back some memories, eh?” “Mmm-hmmm.” She could hear the sound of his heart under his polo shirt, relaxing her. His touch was soothing, not sexual, spreading a soothing warmth through her body. “Though I’m sure you remember them far better than I. They had all but broken up when I started listening to music.” He laughed good naturedly as she poked fun at their five year age difference. “Yes dear, I’m sure of that.” He poked her shoulder. “In fact, this song reminds me of Angie Meyer, and the backseat of my brother’s car....” “Hey!” She quickly flicked the channel, punching numbers at random. An overly exuberant voice boomed out at them, nasally describing the diamond ring that spun in the center of the screen. His chuckling rumbled against her ear, knowing he had zinged her back for the age joke. “No old girlfriend stories!” She said. “Jealous, sweety?” He broadened his massage, down her arm and across her hips and stomach. “I hope you don’t expect me to buy that ring as an apology!” “That ring? Yech!” She flipped the channel, hitting yet another shopping network. “Not that one, either!” She referred to a nauseating multicolored cluster a hand model wore. “I thought you knew me better than that.” He kissed the top of her forehead, letting her know that, yes, indeed, he did know she had better taste than that. The television bounced back to the rock band, yet another familiar tune drifting out of the speakers. “Any girlfriends associated with this one?” She asked warily. “Like I would tell you if there was!” He cupped his hand under her breast, rubbing his thumb across the nipple. To his delight, it began hardening immediately. “You feel very good.” He told her. “Really? And you just like touching me, I suppose?” “Uh-huh.” Palm flat, he rubbed across her stomach and her hip again, stretching his fingers to touch her thigh. She hadn’t changed from the outfit she’d worn all day, a nice one piece skort outfit over dark blue tights. He liked the way she looked in it, and he liked the way the skorts fell high on her thighs because of how she sat, the thick, stretchy tights showing off her beautiful legs. “Is that a problem?” “No.” She sighed contentedly. “You know I like having you touch me.” He grinned. The massaging may have started out innocently, but feeling her soft body under her clothing was definitely beginning to affect him. Bringing his hand across her still hard nipple, he knew that she also was affected. Slipping his fingers through the opening between the buttons, he rubbed the soft skin of her stomach. “Oops. The button fell open.” He laughed, slipping his hand inside the outfit. “Accidentally, I’m sure.” He heard the smile in her voice. He heard what he was listening for, the sharp intake of breath, the change in the pattern of her breathing. Letting his hand explore her body was definitely turning her on. And him as well. Yet another button fell victim to his exploring hand, his fingers brushing the undersides of her breasts, making her laugh. “Sorry.” He said sincerely, knowing she was ticklish there. There were definitely times when he attacked that area just to tickle her, but this wasn’t one of those times. “What bra do you have on?” She laughed again, shifting against him. “What bra do you think I have on?” She teased. “Well...” He explored the line’s of the bra, the fabric, the lace. “Not the black see through one. That one I know too well!” He grinned. “Not the red satin one, either. No lace on that one.” “You are truly amazing.” She teased. “You think you know my bra’s so well, you can really tell them apart, don’t you?” “Well, dear, I have looked at and touched and removed and tasted you through all of them.” He saw a tinge of color rise in her cheeks. “You’re wearing the dark blue one.” He declared. “Right?” “Now you know I’m not going to tell you....” She began to squirm away from him, squealing when he grabbed her. “Fine, don’t tell me!” He said. “I’ll find out myself!” Swinging his body down to the floor, he gently pushed her down on the couch, opening the last button on her outfit and revealing the dark blue bra. “I knew it!” He cried, lowering his lips to suck on the hard nipple that showed through the lace. He let his hand wander down her legs, squeezing the inside of her thighs, massaging her body while he paid great attention to her breasts. Each gasp from her encouraged him, wrapping his mouth around as much of her breast as he could, running his tongue around her nipple. “Your bra seems to be wet.” He observed finally. “Yes. That seems to happen when you’re around.” She grinned. Her eyes grew wide as his hand slipped up between her legs, rubbing her clit through her clothing. “Other parts of you seem to be wet, as well.” he teased. “Again, that seems to happen when you’re around.” He helped her sit up, watching as she shrugged out of the top of the outfit. He liked the way her breasts jiggled in the bra, the way the dark fabric looked against her pale skin. Hooking his fingers around the outfit, he pulled it over her hips, dropping it on the floor behind him. “So you get wet down here when I’m around.” He said, pressing his face against her crotch, smelling her excitement. “Let’s see how wet I make you....” Pulling her tights away, he slipped a finger past the crotch of her panties, sliding up her wet tunnel, twisting it around to make her moan. Licking and kissing the inside of her thighs, he continued to stroke her, occasionally rubbing his thumb against her hard, swollen clit. He first orgasm happened so suddenly, he was caught of guard, watching her as she thrust her hips off the couch, the muscles of her pussy clutching at his finger. “Is this your idea of a quiet night at home?” He teased. “That was anything but quiet.” She stuck her tongue out, and he laughed, bringing his lips down over her clit, sucking hungrily. There were days when he just needed to taste her, when he just had to make her squirm for hours. Tonight was one of those nights. He took it slow, using his tongue and his teeth to bring her to the edge time and time again before backing off, making her moan in frustration. Like a faithful puppy dog, letting his warm, wet tongue cover every inch of her pussy, driving his tongue deep inside her while his nose bumped against her clit. When at last he let her cum, she cried out, her body convulsing and twisting against him. He held still, letting her ride out the waves, then licked and sucked her juices up, resting his head against her stomach. “Now how do you feel?” He asked. She purred, still trying to bring her breathing under control. “I think I need to go change clothes.” She said finally. “Okay.” He slid back, watching her toddle away. Regaining his place on the couch, he was surprised to see the old rock band had given way to an annoying cartoon. He flipped aimlessly through the channels, finally stumbling across a comedy show. “I’m back!” She slipped back into her spot, pressing up against him. She’d put on one of his favorite teddies, very sheer with some strategically placed black lace. Crossing her legs, she placed them in his lap, and he noticed immediately that she was wearing fishnet stockings. “Miss me?” “Oh, yes.” His hands ran up and down her legs, seeing the smirk on her face. “And just what is so funny?” “Nothing.” She smiled. He was predictable; the stockings and teddy, she knew, would drive him over the edge. She moved her leg, rubbing it against the hard bulge in his pants. He groaned, grabbing the leg and holding it still. “That’s torture, sweetheart.” “No... this is torture.” She knelt on the floor before him, opening his pants and freeing his hard cock. She paused for a moment, running her eyes around his stiff member, seeing the way the precum dribbled down the swollen head. Her fingers caressed the throbbing vein that ran along the underside of his cock, feeling the heat that poured off it. Licking her lips, she brought her mouth around the head of his cock, hearing him groan when her tongue pressed against the swollen head. She smiled around his cock, sliding her head down to hold the entire length in her mouth. She loved to feel his cock grow between her lips, getting thicker and longer as she made love to it with her mouth. His whimpers and cries filled the room, and she paid close attention to every sound, knowing when to continue and when to slow down her movements to drag this out. “This is torture.” She said, after a bit. “Oh yes!” He cried. His fingers twisted into her hair, and for a moment, she let him control her movements, feeling bursts of precum filling her mouth, knowing he was close to cumming. Easing back, she flicked the tip of her tongue across his cock head, then blew a stream of cool air across his cock. With a groan, he shot his cum into her waiting mouth, so much she was afraid for a moment that she couldn’t swallow it fast enough. He tipped her head back when it was over, looking down into her eyes. “I love you.” “I love you, too!” She climbed back up on the couch, laying her head against his chest, feeling hisarm go around her shoulders once again. They watched the end of the comedy show, then they tumbled into bed, exhausted. “What are the plans for tomorrow night?” She asked drowsily. He tried to remember if they had any previous engagements, but he couldn’t think of any. “I think we should just spend another quiet evening at home.” He whispered as they fell asleep. Dining Out The crowded restaurant did nothing to improve his mood. It had been a long, tiring day, and he wanted little more than to get supper and head for home. He couldn’t help but stare at his watch, the minutes quickly passing as he waited for her to arrive. Ten minutes late. Twenty minutes late. He idly snacked on the complimentary chips and salsa, glad she’d chosen a Mexican restaurant tonight. A glance back at his watch. Twenty-five minutes. Where was she? “Hey Mister.” He recognized her soft, sexy voice immediately. “Buy a girl a drink?” “Where have you.... been?” His eyes seemed to bug out as turned to look at her. “Wow!” He said, all thoughts of her tardiness forgotten. “You look.... incredible!” “Thank you.” She glided to the chair next to him, scooting it closer to him before sitting down. He allowed his eyes to devour her, taking in the luscious curves and the deep cleavage revealed by her sexy dress. Oh, he loved the way the silky fabric slid up her legs, showing her soft thighs enmeshed in sheer black stockings. She’d obviously taken the time to dress especially for him, knowing all the right buttons to push. Wall, almost all..... He dropped his glance to her feet, swallowing hard when he saw the black patent leather heels, the high heel arching her foot and emphasizing the curve of her calves. “Sorry I was late.” She said softly. “Huh? Oh, that’s okay.” He slid over the menu, watching her as she picked what she wanted for dinner. The rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, the way she wiggled her ankle to make the slim golden chain she wore catch the light. He motioned to the waitress, sending their order to the kitchen before turning his attention back to the sexy woman at his side. “You look incredible.” He said. She laughed, a low, sultry laugh that sent shivers through him. “You already said that.” She told him, reaching for the goblet of water. “I’m so glad you like it. I picked this dress just for you.” “Mmmm! You have wonderful taste.” He reached out, resting his hand on her knee, enjoying the smooth feel of the nylon and her leg underneath. A gentle squeeze elicited a smile from her, and he had to force himself to remove his hand and not inch his way up her thigh. “New shoes, too.” He noted. “I like them a lot.” “What, these?” She lifted her foot towards him, rolling her ankle. The mischief in her eyes let him know that she knew just how what effect she had on him. “I somehow thought you might like them.” “I do, I do.” He had to re-arrange his pants, trying to take some of the pressure off his suddenly throbbing cock. “You are so mean to me.” He said, occupying his hands with the silverware on the table. “Showing up, dressed like that.....” He sighed. “What am I going to do with you?” “Take me home and make wild passionate love to me?” She smiled, making a point of re-crossing her long legs, just to drive him crazy. She knew, without a doubt, that he was planning that now, more than ever. Reaching to the bowl of chips, she selected one, scooping salsa and raising it to her lips. With a satisfying plop, a chunk of tomato fell off, landing on the swell of her breast. “Damn!” She put the chip on the table in front of her, reaching for her napkin. “Wait.” He grabbed his own napkin, reaching over to clear the tomato for her. Blotting the offending sauce off, he delighted in the way the soft flesh yielded under his fingers, the swell of her breast exciting him even more. “There! All better.” “Thank you.” She had a slight blush in her cheeks. “I’ll try to be more careful through the rest of dinner.” She promised. He sighed, looking at his watch, seeing no sign of the waitress. He had the feeling that this was going to be a long meal. Exiting the restaurant, he looked around for her truck. “Where are you parked?” He asked. “I’ll walk you over there.” “I’m parked back there.” She pointed towards the hotel behind the restaurant. “By the swimming pool.” A key was suddenly dangled in front of his eyes, room 534. “Wanna walk me over there?” “Oh, very much so!” He took the key, then offered his arm, leading her across the parking lot to the front door of the hotel. Watching her walk up the front steps, the sway of her hips emphasized by the heels.... he groaned. She led him to the elevator, smiling at him seductively when the door closed. “Alone at last.” She said. Stepping into the circle of his arms, she pressed her body against his, feeling his hard cock press into her thigh. He had to reach up to kiss her, the heels making her just a smidge taller than him. He let his hands slide inside her coat, running up and down her body as the kissed. All too soon, the elevator stopped, and they parted. The hotel room was small and cozy, a familiar suitcase tucked into the corner. Slipping out of her coat, she walked across the room, pulling a bottle of diet Coke from the ice bucket. “Can I pour you a drink?” She asked. “Sure.” He removed his own coat, draping it over the back of the chair, perching on the edge of the bed, simply delighting in watching her move. “How long have you been planning this?” “Oh, a couple of days. It’s been a while since I’ve seduced you.” She grinned, handing him his glass, sitting beside him. “And I do so love to think of new ways to seduce you.” Setting the glass on the bedside table, he pushed her back on the bed. “And I do so love it when you seduce me, you wench.” He gave her a sloppy kiss, dragging his lips down her neck to suck on her collar bone. “I have been rock hard the last hour, you know that?” She giggled, running her hand down his body to find the bulge in his slacks, giving him a gentle squeeze. He groaned against her neck, his hand snaking under her skirt, brushing against her bare pussy lips. “No underwear?” He asked. “Uh-uh.” She unzipped his slacks, her fingers wrapping around his cock. “I wanted to surprise you.” “It worked!” His fingers slid between the damp lips, NOTE: This story is not connected to the usual series I write. -dulcie Dinner Time The delightful odor of a roasting chicken filled the house, his mouth watering as soon as he opened the door. Dropping his coat over the back of the sofa, he followed the aroma to the kitchen. “What’s cooking, good looking?” He asked, sneaking up behind her. She was standing at the kitchen sink, peeling potatoes. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he hugged her, kissing the side of her neck. “Smells great!” “Thanks.” She kissed the top of his head, turning her attention back to the potatoes in the sink. “Dinner will be in about 30 minutes. Wanna set the table?” “mmmm.” He pulled her back against his body, loving the feel of her softness in his arms. They could both feel his cock growing hard as it pressed against her ass. “Maybe we should plan dinner, say, in about an hour?” “Honey...” She leaned her head back and rested it on his shoulder, relaxing a moment in his grip. “The chicken will be burned, the broccoli over cooked. The potato salad won’t be ready....” She took a deep breath as his hands moved up to caress her breasts through her tee shirt. “And I haven’t done anything for dessert.” She finished breathlessly. “I like my broccoli mushy.” He whispered in her ear, his hands sliding down, under her waistband of her knit pants and inside her panties. Rubbing the outside of her shaved pussy, he ground his cock against her ass. “And I know exactly what I want for dessert.” His finger plunged between her pussy lips, and he wasn’t surprised to find her already wet. Stroking her clit softly, he was delighted by her soft moanings. She dropped the potato she was peeling into the bowl, the knife clattering to the sink below. Nibbling on her shoulders through the tee shirt, he began to slide her pants of, his hands caressing the soft skin on her hips and thighs. Falling to his knees, he began to lick the inside her thighs, smelling the sweet odor of her pussy. Two fingers slid deep inside her, twisting and plunging in and out of her. She was leaning heavily against the sink, spreading her legs wider so he had better access. Replacing his fingers with tongue, he licked as deep inside her pussy as he could, lapping up all the juices that he could get. Crying out, she came hard, right on his tongue. “Uh-oh.” He said, laughing. “I had my dessert before dinner. Hope I’m not in trouble!” “No, not in trouble,” She returned his laughter. She still lay against the sink, breathing hard. “But you are going to have mushy broccoli.” “Good!” He unzipped his slacks, his hard cock springing out. Hand on his hips, he held her steady as he entered her, plunging all the way into her on the first stroke. “I told you, I like mushy broccoli.” Pinning her against the sink, he pumped in and out of her, her pussy tight around his cock. The pleasure became unbearable as she climaxed, her pussy muscles clutching his cock, trying to draw him in deeper. “Oh Honey,” He said, his body stiffening as he shot his cum inside her, “I love you so much!” They stayed together a few moments more, enjoying the touch of the other. When at last they separated, they did it slowly, tenderly. At dinner, he ate mushy broccoli happily. And later that night, he had a second helping of dessert. Down by the Tracks She had a “thing” for trains. He knew that. He’d always known that. Their home was close to a train crossing, where she could hear the whistles of the trains as they crossed the streets, and on summer nights when the windows were open, the clickety-clack of their wheels on the tracks. Tonight, probably the last warm night of the Indian Summer, he had plans for her and her trains. The picnic had been lovely. He’d driven out of the city to an old dirt road, eventually pulling off to the side and then leading her down a trail to this lovely clearing by a babbling brook. Spreading the blanket in the afternoon sun, they’d gorged themselves on cold chicken, potato salad, and oatmeal cookies. Truth to tell, she was convinced this was an elaborate set up by him for another erotic adventure. But now, as they lay side by side on the blanket, not touching, she wasn’t so sure. Perhaps this was simply a picnic, and nothing else. She sighed contentedly. The picnic was romantic, and who said sex needed to intrude on every romantic venture? She sighed again, not so contentedly. Right now, she needed sex to intrude. She needed it! His hand was suddenly on her breast, casually massaging the soft flesh, teasing the nipple to a peak. Closing her eyes, she gave herself up to the sensations as his mouth covered her nipple through the tee-shirt, gently sucking. She felt it before she heard it, the ground rumbling beneath them. A train was nearby, and she smiled, listening for the familiar whistle, the unique chittering as it ran down the track. His hand slid under her shirt, flesh against flesh, bringing the other nipple to life. “Oh Honey,” she moaned, her hands running through his hair. She could hear it now, ever so faint in the background. Her shorts were suddenly gone, his hands caressing her bare ass, the insides of her thighs. His mouth was tracing down her stomach, licking her navel, heading for the wetness between her legs. The train was closer still, his tongue lapping hungrily at her pussy. She wondered where the tracks were, how close they actually were. His fingers deep inside her drove those thoughts from her mind, her body going through waves of pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her. “Mmm.” He said, rising to his knees. He licked his lips, slowly unzipping his pants. “What a nice end to a good meal.” He laughed. His cock was so hard, it stood straight out as he lowered his pants, the head already wet from precum. She reached out with her fingers and wiped it away, raising her hand to her mouth to lick it clean. “mmm.” She agreed. Holding his cock in his hand, he brought it down to her pussy, rubbing the head against her excited clit. Her moaning encouraged him, and he began to rub his cock up and down her slit, teasing her, sliding deep inside her, then pulling back out, her pussy muscles grasping at his cock. The train whistle sounded again, so close, startling her, and he took that opportunity to plunge deep inside her, filling her completely. She gasped, her eyes wide, staring up at him. “Where is the train at?” She asked. “About ten feet that way.” He pointed with his chin. There was a huge clump of bushes there, blocking her view. He began to pump in and out of her, the train passing them now. She could catch glimpses of the metal through the bushes, but she couldn’t really see it. She hoped that meant anyone looking out the window couldn’t really see them. She giggled. Oh, let them look and be jealous! The ground rumbled as though they were experiencing an earthquake, dead leaves flying around them as the train rushed by. She loved this! She closed her eyes and lost herself to the sounds of the train and the fullness of her pussy, her cries of pleasure lost in the roaring of the train nearby. As though he had planned it, he erupted inside her as the whistle blew, her body convulsing a third time before he collapsed on top of her. “That was incredible.” She whispered, when the train had passed, and they could hear each other again. Lying in his arms, she kissed his chest, snuggling closer. “You told me you loved trains.” He answered, kissing the top of her head. “And I love you.” She smiled, letting her hands roam his body, letting herself totally relax in his arms. “Honey!” She said suddenly, licking his chest. “Did I ever tell you how much I like boats?” Gift Wrapping He watched her wrap a present in silver foil wrapping, the paper snapping into crisp folds, forming around the box beautifully. His own box looked good, nicely wrapped, but next to hers, it appeared amateurish, messy. He sighed, tacking a pre-made bow on the outside of the box, sliding the name tag under the sticky cardboard. The whole living room floor was buried under the Christmas mess. “Why am I helping again?” He asked. “You do a better job than I do.” “Oh, don’t be silly.” She pulled a length of red satin ribbon off a spool, winding it around the box while she spoke. “You’re boxes look great! Besides, you promised to help me.” She stuck out her bottom lip in a mock pout. “I didn’t mean I was going to abandon you here. I could find other things to do besides wrapping. I could cut the ribbon for you, or hand you pieces of tape you need.” He grinned, sliding the box he’d completed out of the way. He reached for her sock covered foot, rubbing her toes. “Or I could massage you while you work, starting here at your feet, and work my way up you body. Doesn’t that sound good?” “That sounds great!” She pulled her foot back, tucking it under her leg. “But that doesn’t get the gifts wrapped. And that’s what we’re here to do, not fool around.” “Fool around? Fool around? Did I say anything about fooling around? Noooooo!” He lifted the next box of the stack, something for her nephews, grabbing a roll of paper with a cartoon character dancing across it. “Just trying to help you relax.” “Uh-huh.” She finished making a bow out the satin ribbon, attaching it to the top of the box and setting it aside. She smiled as she settled the next box into the center of the paper. “Guess who’s present this is?” She giggled. “Who’s? Mine?” The answer was written across her face. “Aw, that’s mean! Let me peek!” “No!” “Please!” He crawled closer, trying to get any kind of a hint from the outside of the box. “You are so mean to me! That’s worse than flashing a man, you know. I have to know what’s in the box!” “Really? Worse than flashing you?” Her hands dropped to the hem of her sweatshirt, quickly lifting it to show her lacy bra, the dark circles of her nipples clearly evident. “Worse than that?” “You are evil, you know.” He said. He watched as the gift wrap quickly obscured the box, sealed until Christmas. She was attaching the curling ribbon to his box, the spiraling ribbon cascading over the edge. Handing him the completed box, she sat back with a grin. “You can shake it, of you want to. But it won’t tell you anything.” “Evil.” He repeated. Shaking the box revealed nothing, but then, she’d known that when she offered. “I should bend you over my knee, young lady. You are terrible!” “You wouldn’t dare!” “Eh?” He considered that a challenge. Grabbing a roll of paper, he headed towards her, smiling wickedly. “I think I’m going to wrap up my own Christmas present.....” “You wouldn’t dare!” She repeated, scuttling backwards. Gaining her feet, she turned to run, only to feel his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her back against his body. “You do this,” She cried, “and the only thing you’ll be cuddling tonight is your pillow!” It was an empty threat, and they both knew it. She wasn’t truly angry. Lowering his lips, he kissed the back of her neck over the collar of the sweatshirt, feeling her shudder at his touch. Before she knew it, her sweatshirt was off, then her bra. “What about the presents?” She asked. “We have to finish wrapping them.” “I’m not finished unwrapping you.” He whispered, kissing her shoulders one last time. He watched as the jogging pants slid off her hips, down her legs, landing on the floor. Her panties followed, and, he noticed with satisfaction, that they were already damp with her juices. Turning in his arms, she pressed her body against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I was afraid, for a moment, that you were actually going to wrap me in gift wrap.” She said. Their lips met, tongues pressing together. “Oh, I still am.” He said. Before she could react, he had wound the paper around her once, capturing her arms inside, then twice, then almost a third time, sealing the paper with three pieces of tape. “What a pretty little present you make.” “Are you done yet?” She tried to sound mad, but she was laughing. “Mmm.... not quite!” He peeled the wax paper off one of the little bows, slapping it on the top of her head. Stepping back, he observed his handiwork. Her shoulders were bare, the paper starting just over her breasts, and ending at her hips. Her round ass was completely bare, her pussy exposed. Sliding his fingers between her hairless lips, he rubbed the wet skin, paying special attention to her clit. “Perfect! I’ll just stick you under the tree until Christmas.” Her look spoke volumes. Laughing, he quickly shed his own clothes, sighing in relief as his hard cock was released. Wiping the dripping precum off the head, he brought his finger to her lips. Capturing it between her teeth, she sucked on his finger, making his cock twitch enviously. “I guess I can unwrap this present early.” Dropping into a chair, he motioned her forward, shredding the paper from her body. Pulling her close, he kissed her stomach, licked the underside of her breasts, and guided her body down on his hard cock. Hands on her ass, he squeezed the soft flesh as she rode his cock, her breasts brushing against his chest with her every movement. “I love you.” He whispered, kissing her deeply as she began to shake and shiver through her first orgasm. The sensations of her clutching pussy muscles almost sent him over the edge. But he managed to hold back. Sucking on her breasts, first one, then the other, he began to thrust up into her, stroking her clit. “Oh, honey.... he breathed, his warm jism spurting into her belly. Fingernails digging into his shoulders, she came, this time her pussy milking the last of her cum from his cock. She collapsed against him, her body still quivering. Brushing the sweaty strands of hair from her face, he smiled, kissing the tip of her nose. “How ya feeling?” He asked. “Mmmm.” She purred. “How are you feeling?” “Great.” Kissing her, he stroked her body, gentle caresses. “Only one thing could possibly make me feel better than I do right now.” “And what would that be?” She asked. “Tell me what you got me for Christmas!” Helping Hand He had the day off, and he was concerned only with relaxing and goofing off. But he had seen the curio cabinet this morning, hanging slightly off kilter, and he knew he couldn’t ignore it. Standing on a chair, he reached up to straighten it- Crack! The support on the shelf gave way, and he was left supporting the cabinet. “Honey!” He called, realizing he couldn’t possibly get off the chair without breaking the cabinet. “Honey! I need help!” She rounded the corner, taking in the view with a wicked smile on her face. The position he was in may have been awkward, but he was in no danger of dropping the cabinet, nor of falling off the chair. “Honey!” He bellowed again. He almost jumped out of skin when he felt her hands on his ass, running around his thighs to the front of his jeans. She cupped his cock through the denim material, and he could feel himself growing hard. “I see you’re in a playful mood.” He said, his pants growing uncomfortably tight. “Help me down from here, and I’ll help you with that mood....” She ignored him, continuing to fondle him. Her fingers danced over the material and began unbuttoning his jeans, tugging them down his hips. His erect cock sprang free, and she ducked around the chair, teasing the head with her tongue. He groaned, stuck holding the curio cabinet to the wall. “Honey!” He cried. “This is torture!” Her only response was to begin to lick the length of his shaft, her hands caressing his ass while she sucked on his hard cock. It didn’t take long for him to erupt, pouring his cum down her throat. “I can’t believe you did that.” He panted. She smiled, reaching up to help him lower the cabinet to the floor. “Just amusing myself, love.” She answered, walking away from him. Her shirt fell away from her shoulders, landing on the floor. Her bra dropped next, and she rounded the corner to their bedroom. A few seconds later, her shorts came flying out, crashing into the wall. “Coming, dear?” She called. Curio cabinet forgotten, he followed her. Her Turn He’d had a hard week at work. Here it was, Saturday afternoon, and he’d fallen asleep while reading. She couldn’t help but think of how cute he looked, almost like a child. Well, she’d let him sleep two hours already. There were other ways she could think of to make him forget his terrible week. First things first. Jeans and a tee shirt weren’t the right outfit for what she had in mind. No, what would work best was the little black teddy he’d bought for her. The one where the bra cups were attached by Velcro. And fish net stockings, with high heels. Just the kind of outfit that would make him want to touch her. All over. She giggled, clamping her hand over her mouth so she would not wake him. He would want to touch her, all right, but she wasn’t about to let him. First things first. She changed in the bathroom, tip- toeing back into the room in her stocking feet. Pulling her long scarf from the drawer, she snuck up to the bed, tying the ends around his wrists. She tied them securely, unlike the way he’d tied her up a few weeks back. Not so he’d be in pain, but so he couldn’t get loose. She didn’t secure it to the headboard yet. An old pair of nylons tied his feet to bed posts, but she left him enough slack for him to bend his legs. Slipping her heels back on, she threaded the center of the scarf around one of the bars in the headboard. Taking a deep breath, she tugged on the scarf, taking all the slack out of it, pulling his arms up to the headboard. “What?” He said, waking up with the motion. “What are you doing?” “Well, I did promise you that I would let you see how it feels to be tied up and helpless.” She knotted the scarf around the bar, then leaned over and brushed a kiss across his lips. Straightening up, she ran her hands down the sides of her body, watching his eyes follow her hands with appreciation. “How does it feel?” He tested the bonds, quickly realizing that he could not get free. “This isn’t fair.” He moaned. His eyes traveled to the swell of her breasts, pushed up so nicely by the teddy. He licked his lips, imagining his tongue sliding into the deep valley between those beautiful breasts. “I can’t touch you!” He whined. “I know.” She grinned, walking to the other side of the bed, knowing he would love the way the heels made her legs look. “Is that the teddy with the, uh...” He paused, watching as she leaned across him, unbuttoning his shirt, baring his chest. Her breasts were so close to his mouth; but even straining his neck he could not reach her. “Honey! Please!” “No, no, no!” She shook her finger at him. Fluffing his pillows, she made sure he was comfortable, then slid her hand down his chest, down his stomach, to the growing bulge in his pants. “My, my. Look what I found?” He groaned as her hand cupped his cock through the fabric, gently squeezing. Her mouth found his nipples, teasing the little nubs, her fingers unzipping his pants, freeing his cock. His chest was soon covered with her kisses, her tongue sliding between the nipples, running down his stomach. His breathing came faster and faster, her lips nipping the shaft of his cock. Kissing the head, she smeared her lips in the precum, then raised her head so he could watch her lick it off. “Oh, please, honey. Please.” He tugged at the scarf, his hands trying to reach her. “Let me make love to you. Please...” “Shhh.” She laid her head on his thighs, her mouth close to his cock but not touching it. He could feel her moist breath against his skin, and every so often, her tongue would dart out, a quick lick on the shaft that made him shudder. With one finger, she smeared the precum around the head, running it down the shaft. The anticipation made him sweat, waiting for next move. Lifting her head, she covered his cock with her mouth completely, the head touching the back of her throat, then she backed off slowly. Down fast, up slowly. “Oh... Honey..... I’m... I’m...” He groaned, his body tensing as he squirted his cum into her waiting mouth. He could see her throat working as she swallowed quickly, holding his cock in her mouth to get the last drop. “Oh baby.” He groaned, falling back into the pillows. “That was great. Now untie me.” “Not yet.” She grinned, ripping away one of the bra cups. Her nipple was hard, swollen, and she lowered it to his lips, letting him suck on it hungrily. Letting him catch the edge of the other bra cup with he teeth, he was able to pull it off, and he found the other nipple pressed against his lips. She pulled away, despite his protests, unsnapping the crotch of the teddy. “Now, my little captive.” She purred, straddling him. “You will pleasure your mistress.” “Gladly!” She lowered her pussy to his waiting tongue, one hand spreading her shaved lips open for him. He tasted her sweetness, her pussy already very wet; he knew she was close to coming already. He could feel his cock twitching again, her initiative arousing him like never before. Plunging his tongue deep inside her, he felt her body twitch, and her juices were running down his tongue, down his chin. His arousal was not missed by her. Sliding down his body, she slipped her wet pussy down on his semi-erect cock. “Do you like the way my breasts look in this?” She asked, her hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them together. Her pale skin, against the black lace of the teddy, made her breasts look even sexier. “Oh yes!” He said, his cock growing completely hard almost immediately. “I want to touch them like that. I want to squeeze them together, play with the nipples.” She laughed, her hands playing with her breasts as she rode him. He bent his knees up behind her, and she leaned back against them, stretching her body for him. With a sharp cry, she came, the force of her pussy muscles bringing him into his climax as well. Falling on the bed beside him, she reached up and undid the scarf, freeing his hands. He held her, kissing her softly. “I love you.” He whispered. “I love you, too.” “Good.” He took the scarf, winding it around one of her wrists. “Now show me how you tied those knots... in case I ever need to know.” Hiccups A quiet evening at home. They worked on different projects, the only sound in the room the rustle of papers. She worked at the table, sitting on the chair with her knees drawn up under her, leaning on her elbows as she read. Every so often he would sneak a glance at her, admiring the curve of her calves, and the way her hair tumbled down across her shoulders, catching the light so wonderfully. He sighed. She had a way of distracting him without even knowing it. After a while, he heard her moan, and he turned his attention back to her again. Standing up, she padded into the kitchen, returning with a tall glass of water. “I have the hiccups.” She explained. He nodded. Returning to his work, he remained aware of her quiet hiccups in the background. Twice, she refilled her water glass, drinking it quickly while holding her breath. “Augh!” She cried, stomping off to the kitchen once again. Cupboard doors were slammed, the silverware drawer clattered shut, and still he could hear the sharp hiccup sounds. Throwing herself back in her chair, she tried to concentrate on the papers before her. This article said this, this article said that. She slammed the book shut, shoving all the papers into one pile Dropping her head on her arms, she rested, hoping that just being calm would make the hiccups stop. It didn’t work. “Bwaaaauuuuuuhhhhh!” He shouted, dropping his hands on her shoulders, trying to scare the hiccups out of her. She screamed, whirling around and slapping his hands. “That’s not funny!” She cried. “I’m sorry.” He struggled to keep from laughing. “I was trying to scare the hiccups out of you. Did it work?” She paused, rolling her eyes. A few deep breaths, and then she smiled. “I think it worked.” [hic] “Augh!” “Aw, Honey....” He pulled her against him, burying his face in her shoulder, smothering his laughter. “Calm down. The hiccups will stop soon enough.” “When?” [hic] “I’ve tried everything!” [hic] “Drinking water while holding my breath, [hic] water with a spoon in the glass, [hic] water with a teaspoon of sugar, [hic] even standing on one leg and jumping up and down! [hic] You didn’t scare them out of me, either.” Releasing her, he looked down into her sad eyes, her mouth turned down into a frown as another spasm shook her. Stroking her face, he tried to think of some way to help her. Of course, he couldn’t help but notice how the hiccups shook her body, the way her breasts quivered enticingly in the low cut sweater she wore. He felt a little bad, enjoying her misery, but he was starting to feel a little excitement as he stared down at her soft, quivering flesh. Suddenly, he knew how to help her get rid of the hiccups. Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her firmly on the lips, feeling her hiccups through the kiss. His mouth slid off hers, down the side of her neck, across her collar bone. “Honey, not now!” She whined, but she didn’t try to push him away. “I don’t feel like it.” “Shhh...” He rubbed the sides of her body, licking down the v-cut of her sweater, feeling the quiver of each hiccup with his tongue. Her hands were busy rubbing his shoulders and back, her fingers twisting into his hair. Her sweater quickly disappeared, revealing the red satin bra he loved so. The smooth satin felt so good against his tongue as he licked and sucked her nipples through it, teasing the stiff peaks until she was moaning. “Oh, honey,” she whispered, breathing deeply, “that feels so good.” [hic] He grinned, pushing her back on the table, his lips never leaving her breast. Her legs parted, wrapping around him, pulling his body closer to her. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her, hard against her her hot sex. Grinding her hips, she tried to rub against his erection. “Slow down.” He said, pushing the wet fabric away from one nipple. His thumb flicked across the hard nub, an exquisite torture to the moaning woman. “I’m going to get there soon enough. Don’t be so anxious.” “Beast.” She said, but she stopped her squirming. He began to work his way down her soft stomach, licking and nibbling towards her burning crotch. His hands pinched and kneaded her thighs, caressing her ass. Still the hiccups ripped through her, her body shaking under his. Stepping back, he slowly removed his shirt, knowing that, as excited as she was now, the wait would be maddening. He lightly slapped her hands as she reached to undo the zipper on her slacks, wanting to undress her himself. His own pants joined his shirt on the chair, his hard cock red and swollen. He briefly wondered how it would feel to have his cock pushing in and out of her mouth while she hiccuped, but he cast the thought aside. Right now, he was concentrating on making her feel good, wanting to help her get over the hiccups. “Now, my dearest,” he said, dragging his fingers across her stomach, “I am going to make love to you. I’m going to drive this hard cock deep inside your hot pussy, and you are going to forget all about the hiccups and how miserable you feel.” He pulled the pants over her hips, then hooked his fingers into her panties, rolling them down her long legs. “In fact, I am going to make you so feel so good, you’re going to fall madly in love with me.” “Silly. I am madly in love with you!” She gasped as she felt his cock touch her clit, the head rubbing between her sensitive lips. She was already so wet, he had no difficulty sliding his cock up and down her slit, teasing her, her every moan sending shivers thorough him. He could stand it no longer. Thrusting forward, he drove his cock deep inside her, filling her up completely. He would not last long today, he knew, her tight pussy already trying to milk the cum from his cock. Each hiccup made him want to pump a little harder, a little faster, wanting to make her body buck under his, her pussy grab his cock and pull it inside. Already she was squirming, raising her hips up to meet his thrusts. “Slow down.” He said, stopping his forward motion. “Wait for me. Don’t cum until I do.” “Oh god.” She tossed her head, her hands digging into his back. “I can’t wait.” “Yes you can.” He brushed his fingertips across one nipple, knowing it made it more difficult for her to wait. “I know you can.” “No....” Her breathing came in shallow pants, her back arching as she struggled to control her body. He wondered briefly if she realized she hadn’t had a hiccup for at least two minutes; he doubted it. “Honey...” she cried, her fingers becoming claws on his shoulders. “I can’t...” Her orgasm ripped though her with force, as he began to pump his seed inside her. Wave after wave rolled through her, and he simply held her tight until she’d stopped shaking. “All better now?” He asked. She nodded, repressing the contented purring that rumbled in her throat. “Hey!” She said, her eyes opening wide. “My hiccups are gone!” He kissed her laughing mouth, then stepped away from her. “I knew it would help you.” He retrieved the scattered clothing, heading for the bedroom. “So now we know the sure fire way to cure hiccups, don’t we?” “We sure do!” She said, rolling off the table and following him. “Thank you.” “Thanks? For making love to you?” He grinned a rakish grin. “Just remember to call me anytime you get a case of hiccups.” Dropping the clothes into the hamper, he nodded towards the bathroom. “Care to join me in a quick shower?” [hic] She burst into laughter, watching the shock on his face as the hiccups attacked him with a vengeance. Pressing her naked skin against his, she allowed her hands to stroke his skin, licking his chest. “Guess there’s only one thing to do.” She said, pushing him back on their bed. “Let me help you get rid of those hiccups.....” WARNING: This contains light bondage, done in fun. If this offends you, don’t read it. HomeWork Shopping. Oh, how he hated shopping. He hated sitting here, waiting for her to try on outfit after outfit. But, at least she wanted his opinion on what she wore. He sighed, looking at his watch. He started laughing as soon as she stepped out to the dressing room. “What’s wrong?” She asked, spinning around to look in the mirror behind her. The navy blazer, white blouse and plaid skirt went well together, she thought. “You don’t like it?” “No! I love it!” He waggled his eyebrows. “You look like a Catholic school girl. And I’d love to tell you what I’d like to do with you, dressed like that.” Her cheeks flushed bright red, and she ducked back into the dressing room, changing into the next outfit. But after a moment’s hesitation, she added it to her small pile of purchases. She was going to have a little fun. It had been a long day, and he was so looking forward to getting home and taking a hot shower. He’d just slid the key into the lock on his car door when he felt a tap on his shoulder. “Hey Mister.” A soft voice said. “I missed my bus. Could you give me a ride home?” He spun around quickly, surprised to see his lovely lady standing there. Her face was clean of make up (the way he preferred, anyway), her long hair done up in curly pig- tails. He recognized the outfit immediately, his eyes moving down her body, taking in the straining buttons of her white blouse, her bare legs, and the short cuff socks and black patent leather shoes. She carried a couple of text books, and she tossed her hair impatiently, like a teenager would. “Well?” She asked impatiently. “Can I get that ride?” “Uh, yeah!” He could feel his cock rising to the occasion. “Get in. I’ll take you home.” He watched as she walked around the car, enjoying the sight of her long legs as she lowered herself into the car. Popping a piece of gum in her mouth, she began to blow bubble after bubble, fiddling with the radio stations, acting generally obnoxious. “I, uh, need to stop by my house first.” He said, turning down his street. “Do you mind?” “No. I guess not.” She snapped her gum, leaning back in the seat, making the blouse strain even further. He could see her lacy white bra through the opening in buttons, and he felt his body react. “Can I come in and use your bathroom?” “Sure.” He pulled the car into the garage, waiting until the door closed to get out of the car. She followed him into their house, looking around at everything as though she’d never been there before. Dropping her books on the couch, she wandered around the living room, eventually plopping into one of the armchairs, hanging her leg over the arm. “Nice place.” She said. “Thanks.” He knelt on the floor before her, running his hand along her bare leg. “Hey!” She pulled her leg out of his reach. “What are you, some kind of pervert?” “Yes!” He pulled her legs apart, pushing the plaid skirt up to reveal her white cotton panties. One finger slid under the fabric, massaging the wet softness he found. “Do you like that?” He asked. “Uh-huh.” Already her breathing had changed, her eyes glossing over. Sliding the panties aside, he pressed his mouth against her pussy, running his tongue through her slit. “Have you ever had a man eat you out before?” He asked. “No.” She groaned, staying in the role. “Don’t stop.” He grinned, pushing his tongue deeper. Her groans came faster and faster, her body arching in the chair as he brought her to a climax. “Now, how was that?” “Great.” She squealed as he pulled her body down to sit on top of his, his hardness pressing against her. “Now I have something else you’ll like.” Unzipping his slacks, he freed his hard cock, pulling her body down on top of him. Thrusting into her rapidly, he began unbuttoning her blouse, watching her breasts jiggle as he fucked deep into her. “How does that feel, young lady?” “Ohhh!” His hands were on her hips as she began her second orgasm, holding her on top of him. With a moan, he shot his cum deep inside her, lying back as she collapsed on top of him. “Thanks for helping me with my homework, Mister.” She said. “Homework?” “Yes.” She kissed him deeply, her tongue thrusting into his mouth, still rocking on his semi-hard cock. “Sex education class.” He laughed, rolling over so she was pinned under him. “Well, you’re a quick study, my dear.” He began thrusting his hips again, feeling his own arousal building again. “Let’s shoot for an ‘A’.” Ice Cream It was an impulse. One of those whims that strike suddenly, leaving them helpless. They had to stop. They had to have ice cream! Double dip cones, hand made ice cream. Giggling like a couple of kids, they slid into the only available booth, one in the back corner of the store. “You’re getting all messy.” He said, watching the ice cream roll down the side of the cone onto her hand. “Maybe it’s too much for you to handle.” “Too much for me to handle?” She raised an eyebrow at that. Twisting the cone in her hand, she looked it over carefully. “I think I’ve handled bigger.” She said, a wicked note creeping into her voice. Pressing her tongue flat against the ice cream, she licked straight up the ice cream, her eyes half closed. Repeating the motion, she worked her way around the cone, then captured the offending drip with a tip of her tongue. His eyes were glued to her every movement, and he swallowed hard when she stopped and looked at him. “If I apologize now,” He said, “will you stop?” Her only answer was a soft smile. Rubbing the ice cream against her lips, she captured the tip of the ice cream, sucking momentarily before she began licking again. Up and down, around the cone, shaping the ice cream, knowing he couldn’t look away. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a table of college age boys across the room, watching her as closely as the man across the table. It was hard to keep the smile off her face, knowing she had this sudden audience. “See? No more mess.” She said. Holding the cone in both hands, she wrapped her lips around the tip of the ice cream, moving her head down until her lips touched the cone. He gasped, his own cone all but forgotten. When she raised her head, she left the tip of the ice cream slightly bulbous. “Problem, love?” She asked. “You do know that other people are watching, don’t you?” She nodded, lowering her head down the ice cream shaft again. Up and down, bobbing fast, making little moaning sounds in her throat.’ “Maybe we should think about going.” She said after a moment. “Going?” He shifted on the seat. “I don’t think I can walk yet.” She laughed, pressing the ice cream flat with her tongue. They could hear the groans from her audience clear over here. “But just think of all the fun we could have at home now. After all, we’re all warmed up.” “Well, I’m certainly warm.” He stood, dumping the rest of his cone into the trashcan. “Are you coming?” “Uhm, not yet,” she began, sliding out of the booth, “but I am sure we both will be when we get home.” “Augh!” He turned and headed for the door. Smirking, she followed behind him. Pausing at the table where her audience sat, she leaned over, winking. “Guess what he’s going to get when we get home?” She asked. They were still sitting there with their mouths wide open as she left. Inspired by the View Their passion the night before had been powerful. Their clothing lay where ever it had landed, a trail through the house leading to the bedroom. Her nylons were draped over the bed post, one of his socks hanging from the curtain rod. He could see her panties hooked over the doorknob. He smiled at the mess. It had been a terrific night! Her body was warm next to his, her bare ass pressed against cock, her legs intertwined with his. The faint smell of lemons wafted from her hair, and he pulled her even closer, his hands roaming her soft body as she slept. He enjoyed just touching her, feeling her skin against his palm. It never failed to excite him, holding her like this. He could feel his cock growing hard, pressing up against her soft ass. It soon became obvious she was waking up. “Morning.” He whispered, kissing her shoulder. “Time to wake up.” “Wake up?” She yawned, focusing her eyes on the digital numbers of the alarm clock. “Oh, no... we’re gonna be late!” Pulling away from him, she sat up, stretching like a cat. “Well, if we’re gonna be late...” he began, walking his fingers up her spine, “then let’s be really late!” “We aren’t going to be really late!” Leaning over, she retrieved his shirt from last night, slipping into it and standing up. “If we hurry, we can be only a little late. Let’s go!” “Go?” He propped himself up one arm, looking up at her. “Why don’t we just continue where we fell asleep last night. Crawl back into bed, and let me show you how good I can make you feel.” “Augh!” She stormed into the bathroom, and he heard the sounds of her morning routine. “Are you still in bed?” She asked, coming out of the bathroom. “Let’s go!” Turning, she surveyed the room, looking at last night’s mess with different eyes than he’d used this morning. “We are such slobs!” She said, kicking all the loose clothing into a pile. He forced himself to sit up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “We are such slobs, “ she said again, “But last night sure was fun.” “Uh-huh.” He watched as she bent over to pick up her shoes, the tail of the shirt riding over her ass, giving him a most delightful view. His already stiff cock twitched, an idea forming in his head. Clunk! The shoes flew into the closet. “Okay honey,” he called. “I’m up!” “Good.” She didn’t hear the laughter in his voice. Bending at the waist, she scooped the laundry together. He moved quickly, hands on her hips, his stiff cock moving into her pussy from behind. The clothes fell from her hands, and she would have fallen if he wasn’t supporting her. “What are you doing?” She cried. “Well, honey... if I have to explain it to you....” One arm circled her waist, his free hand moving across her body to her clit, gently rubbing her sensitive love button to get her juices flowing. “We don’t have time for this!” She whined. “I don’t think you’re in any condition to argue with me.” He said. Moving slowly, he began to slide his cock in and out of her, feeling her body respond to him. Leaning over her, he kissed her shoulders and back, feeling her shudder. “Oh, please...” She was moaning, her legs quivering. “Honey, let’s move to the bed.” “I like this.” He began to move faster, stroking her clit harder. She braced her arms against her thighs, the pressure building deep inside her. She knew she couldn’t last much longer, the way he played her body driving her crazy as always. When she came, she cried out, her legs buckling, his arms pulling her back against his body, supporting her completely as she writhed in his arms. Her pussy muscles milked his hard cock, bringing him to orgasm right behind her, shoving his cock as deep inside her as he could be. He waited until her shaking stopped before he let her go, backing away to sit on the bed. She dropped to her knees in the middle of the laundry, trying to regain her breath. “I guess we’re late.” He said. “Really late.” She looked up at him, her eyes still smoldering with passion. “Really, really late.” She pulled his shirt over her head, then stood, walking naked to where he sat. His arms wrapped around her waist, and she pulled his head to her breast, feeling his lips seek out her hard nipple. “Since we’re already so late, maybe we shouldn’t go at all.” She whispered. “Sounds like a great idea.” He answered. Long Drive Home It had been a fun weekend, but now it was time to head home. It would be a long drive, and since he had driven the long distance on Friday, she would drive home. Truth be told, she liked interstate driving, liked the quiet of the highways between the cities. Pop the sunroof out, put on some tunes, and zoom... she was on her way home. They had scarcely reached the edge of the city, and he was already dozing, one hand resting on her thigh. She glanced over at him and smiled, thinking, as always, how sweet he looked when he was asleep. Singing softly with the tunes on the radio, she continued to drive. All too soon the daylight faded, and weariness began to creep in. They were still more than an hour away from home, and, though she didn’t want to stop, she began looking for a good place to stop for coffee. In lieu of that, she turned the music a bit louder, nodding her head with the beat. He came awake with the music, his hand squeezing her soft thigh. “Tired, honey?” he asked, his voice drowsy. “Want me to take over?” “I’m okay. Just tired of sitting so long.” As soon as she spoke, his hand moved to her shoulder, gently massaging the kinks out of her shoulders. She sighed contentedly, letting her head fall back against the headrest a moment. “Feel good, honey?” he asked. “Mmm-hmmm.” Tipping her head back up, she returned her concentration to her driving. His fingers continued to massage her gently, the two of them sitting in silence. He slipped his fingers into her shirt, continuing to rub and scratch her shoulders. “No bra?” he asked, his fingers sliding across bare skin. “Nope. Not on a long drive like this,” she answered. A quick glance out the back window showed that they were relatively alone on the road. Grinning, he reached over and began unbuttoning her shirt, ignoring her questions. Twisting a little in his chair, he reached through the open blouse and cupped her breast, pinching the nipple between his finger and thumb. He felt her draw a deep breath, her body shuddering at his touch. Removing his hand, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them, then reached across her and attacked the other nipple, catching it between his wet fingers. She moaned, then laughed self-consciously. “What if someone sees this?” she asked. “Then that someone will be jealous, because they don’t have your breasts to play with,” he answered. Running his finger around the stiff peak, he traced a path down her stomach, undoing the last two buttons on her blouse. Just to be mean, he tickled her bare stomach, then slid his hand up the leg of her walking shorts, his fingertips rubbing the crotch of her already wet panties. “Oooh. Honey!” She started to laugh as she realized she was now speeding. “We’re coming up to a city,” she said. “Cars, Traffic.....” “Okay.” He sat back, hands in his lap, watching the stars overhead through the open sun roof. She re-arranged her shirt, but didn’t re-button it, speeding through the city as fast as she felt she could without getting caught. On the other side of the city, she switched highways, letting a tractor-trailer pass her. The review mirror showed no headlights behind her. “Honey,” she began, looking across the seat at him, “there’s no one on the road behind me.” “Oh, really?” She could hear the grin in his voice. Leaning over, he took the nipple in his mouth, sucking it hungrily while his fingers teased the other nipple. The speed of their car began to climb again, her back arching against the seat. Unsnapping her shorts, he slipped his fingers under her panties, stroking her clit. “Let me know if it gets to be too much,” he said. “We don’t want to have any accidents, do we?” He stopped once when she asked him to, his finger still deep in her wet slit, resting his head on her shoulder until she’d calmed down a bit. Her breathing returned nearly to a normal pace before he began rubbing her clit again, moving to cover her nipple with his mouth again. “You know,” he said, easing off again as she approached her climax, “maybe we should find a place to pull off for a few minutes.” She nodded, and after a few moments, she pulled off in a rest area. Parking in a dark spot, she unbuckled the seat belt, sliding a little closer to him. Spreading her legs, he could reach her pussy better, sinking his fingers deep inside her, his thumb stroking her clit. With a soft cry, she came, gripping the steering wheel as waves of pleasure rolled through her. “Are you awake now?” he asked, chuckling. “I think so.” They both took a moment to look up at the stars, then she buttoned her blouse and started the engine. “Allow me to return the favor when we get home,” she said. He squeezed her knee once, leaning back against the chair and closing his eyes. “I’m counting on it,” he replied. Lunchtime Since she had the day off, they were going to meet for lunch. Stepping out of the shower, she opened the closet to see what she should wear. Jeans, turtle neck, sweater— wait a minute! She grinned at her reflection in the mirror, an idea forming in her mind. A little tingle began in her pussy, and she put the clothes back into the closet. A little seduction was in order, she decided. And she would have to dress accordingly. “Hey, honey. Ready for lunch?” she asked from the door of his office. He held up a hand, indicating he didn’t want to be disturbed for a moment, his pen flying across the paper. “Ready!” he said, his head snapping up. “Oh my!” He let his eyes rake across her body, down to her toes, then back up again. She wore a black sweater that showed off her ample breasts, the V-cut neckline showing deep cleavage between the delightful swell of her creamy skin. A short wrap-around denim skirt showed off her long legs. She stood with her leg peeking through the slit of the skirt, the top of her stocking showing. Teasingly, she pulled the skirt back just a bit more, her pale flesh a stunning contrast to the dark nylon. He forced his eyes back to her face, seeing the wicked smile she wore. His cock was twitching wildly, almost painfully. “I assume you have a plan for lunch?” “I might.” She turned, looking back over her shoulder. “Coming?” He jumped up, following her. Down to the street, into her truck. “You look incredible,” he told her, shifting uncomfortably. His pants were growing tighter and tighter. She smiled, but said nothing, turning into the parking lot of a quaint little cafe. He chose to walk behind her as the entered the building, watching the way her hips moved, the way the heels she wore shaped her calves. He hoped they made it to the table soon; his erection was getting painful. She seemed to know the waitress, chatting pleasantly for a moment before they were led to a quiet, circular booth. Sliding around the seat, she pressed up against him, her breasts heavy on his arm. “I think you’ll really like the food here,” she whispered, her voice low and throaty. She captured his hand, bringing it under the table to her lap. Under the opening of her skirt, right between her soft thighs. He groaned, his fingertips feeling the moist fabric of her panties. “Have you decided what to order?” the waitress asked pleasantly. Today’s special is lasagna.” “The special,” he said, feeling her thighs open a little wider. “Make that two,” she answered. The waitress nodded, walking away. He felt her hand creeping across his thigh, rubbing his swollen cock through the material. “Ooh! Why do you torture me this way?” he asked with a groan. “Well, if you want me to stop....” She leaned away, withdrawing her hand. “No! Don’t!” He squeezed her thigh lovingly. “I love it when you torture me. I love it when you make my cock so hard it absolutely throbs.” He grinned as her hand found it’s way back to his lap. “And I’m going to love driving this big, thick, hard cock into you.” The food arrived, and they fell on it hungrily, the meal as good as she’d promised. He ate one handed, his fingers busy inside her panties. She squirmed wonderfully for him, and her hand often found its way back down to massage his erection. “How was it?” the waitress asked. She left the bill on the table, then dropped a key next to it. “Thanks, Kelly. I’ll bring it back in a bit.” He looked on in amazement as his lady picked up the key, dropping a twenty on the table. She slid out of the booth, smiling. “Coming with me?” He slid out behind her. “Where are we going?” She only laughed. He still had half of his lunch hour left. She led him to the back of the building, up a flight of stairs to a plain wooden door. The key slid into the lock, opening to a small, tidy room. “I called ahead and asked Kelly if I could borrow this little guest room of hers,” she said, answering his unasked question. Stepping into his arms, she kissed him. “She’s an old friend of mine.” “Great!” His hands pushed her skirt open, lifting it up over her hips. “Your panties are wet,” he whispered. “Well,” she unzipped his slacks, freeing his cock. “Your shorts are wet. I guess we’re even.” Half carrying her to the bed, he laid her back, lifted one leg over his shoulder, spreading her wide. Pushing her panties aside he plunged into her, making love to her in fast, hard strokes. His cheek rubbed against the stocking, and he turned to kiss her ankle, rubbing his hand up and down her leg. “You seductive wench!” he said, watching the passion on her face. “I love you!” She cried out, her hips bucking up against him, her breasts quivering delightfully in the sweater as her body shook. Leaning forward, pushing his as deep into her as he could, he erupted, his cum pouring into her still pulsating pussy. “Wench, am I?” she asked, when she trusted herself to speak. “Yes,” he answered. “A beautiful, sexy, delicious, wench.” He pulled out of her reluctantly, releasing her leg. “An incredible, seductive, bewitching wench who is about to make me late for work.” “Late for work? Is that all the thanks I get?” She straightened her clothes, running her fingers through her hair. “Well, don’t worry. It’s the last time I show up to take you out to lunch, cretin!” “NO! Honey!” He pulled her against him, wrapping his strong arms around her body. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, the swell of her breast. “Please. Make me late for lunch any time.” Memories of Summer “Leave the dishes for a few minutes, Honey.” He said from the kitchen door. He waved a photo envelope at her. “I have something to show you.” “Pictures?” She reached for a towel, drying her hands. “When did you take pictures?” He only smiled, crooking his finger at her. Puzzled, she followed him to the living room, curling up against him. “Okay, wise guy.” She said. “Show your stuff!” “Ooooh!” He kissed her forehead. “Baby, I’ll be happy to show you my stuff. But I think we should look at our pictures first.” “Brat!” She poked him in the side. “Camping pictures!” She cried when he opened the envelope. “I forgot about these!” “Me too. Remember this?” He pointed at the first photo. It showed her standing in the water, soaking wet, her tee shirt clinging to her body. The hard outlines of her nipples showed clearly, the thin cotton shorts suggesting the shape of her pussy. “This is a wallet photo for me.” “Don’t you dare!” She glared at him. “I do remember that. You pushed me in the lake!” “Well, yeah!” He took the photo, tucking it into his wallet despite her freezing stare. Laughing, they flipped through the rest of the pictures, remembering all fun they had that camping trip. “Snuggling in our sleeping bags.” She said. “Sitting by the fire, talking into the night.” He whispered. “Long hikes in the woods. Afternoons fishing.” “And you,” he said, pulling her closer, “going skinny dipping!” It had been their last day at the lake, a delightful summer day. She didn’t ever want to leave this beautiful place. It was so quiet, so private. With an impish grin, she’d shed her clothing, slipping beneath the inviting waters as silently as she could. The cold water was a shock, her nipples peaking, and she gasped, then forced herself to swim out a little farther. She could see him out on the dock, fishing, his back to her. Taking a deep breath, she ducked underwater, swimming towards him. “Boo!” She cried, splashing up out of the water in front of him. For a brief instant, she thought he would fall into the water, he was so startled. Laughing, she turned and swam away from him, heading for the bobbing raft. “Oooh! I will get you for that!” He cried. Looking over her shoulder, she saw him stripping his clothes off. The splash a few minutes later let her know he was in the water. His longer arms gave him a more powerful stroke, letting him catch up to her as she reached the raft. “Let me go!” She shrieked. “Oh no!” He leaned back against the raft, pulling her back against him. His legs wrapped around her waist, his hands massaging the hard nipples, rubbing her breasts, her stomach. “I think we need to get out of this cold water.” Reaching behind her, she wrapped her hand around his soft cock, the warmth of her hand sending a burst of pleasure through him. “Funny, isn’t it, how the cold affects me one way, and you another.” She said. “You mean how it makes your nipples hard?” His fingers rubbed the hard nubs. “I never needed cold water to make that happen to you.” He began kissing her neck, his tongue leaving trails of warmth across her shoulders. “Don’t you think we should get out of this cold water?” She climbed up onto the raft, and he watched, enjoying the view as her naked body left the water, the way her hard nipples looked so dark against her skin, the curve of her hips, her soft ass. He could feel his cock growing hard almost immediately. The raft bobbed pleasantly on the water, as his hands began to explore her body once again. Over her breasts, down her stomach. His fingers traced drops of water as they rolled across her skin, leaving fire in her body where he touched. Her hands caressed his chest, his shoulders, her fingers rubbing the water from his hair. He groaned as she touched his cock again, rubbing the sensitive head with her fingertips, wrapping her hand around it and stroking him slowly. Up and down, the way he liked, the way that drove him crazy. Precum dribbled down the shaft of her cock, slick under her fingers. Up and down, faster and faster. His breath caught in his throat, his balls tingling. “You’d better stop.” He told her, groaning. “I’m going to cum.” She smiled, leaning over his cock, her mouth open wide, waiting, an inch from the swollen head. She continued to stroke him, faster and faster, making him grown. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching her, fascinated by her. Crying out her name, he came, and he forced himself to keep his eyes open to watch the cum shoot out of his rock hard cock up into her waiting mouth. He could see his jism splash against her tongue, her lips, watching her swallow quickly. She licked her lips, then licked his cock clean. “Oh yes... you skinny dipping.” He smiled at the memory. His cock grew hard instantly, pressing the soft fabric of his jogging pants out. “I think you have a problem there.” She observed. He lifted her hand, bringing it down on the tent in his pants. “Think I can get your help with it?” Without answering, she slid her hand under the waistband, grasping his cock as she had on the raft. Groaning softly, he leaned his head back, enjoying the sensation. “Uh, Honey?” He said, after a moment. “Would you... would you do what you did on the raft?” She smiled softly, then stood, heading towards the bedroom. “Better viewing in the bedroom.” She said, motioning for him to follow. “Turn out the lights, honey. The kitchen, too. We’re going to be far to busy to finish the dishes tonight.” Miss You She hated being alone, hated the trips he had to take for his job. Any separation was bothersome, but this one had been especially long, and she missed him. The scent of him, the sound of his voice in her ear, the magic of his touch. But he would return tomorrow evening, he had promised. This time, there would be no delays. She had tomorrow evening planned. A quiet dinner at home, and then a long back massage to ease his tired muscles, followed by some serious lovemaking, and then sleep in his arms. She was smiling at the thought as she stepped into the hot shower, the water cascading down her tired body. Tomorrow. 24 hours. Less, really, she thought, since she would pick him up at the airport and bring him home. She picked up the bar of soap, working it into a good lather, then she began rubbing it onto her skin. Across her neck and shoulders, down her arms. The soap made her skin slippery, her hands rubbing down across her breasts, her nipples leaping up at the attention. If only it were his hands touching her, she thought, her slick fingers massaging the tender nipples into little peaks. His finger, yes, tweaking and pinching her nipples like this, or his warm tongue sliding around them, his lips closing around them, sucking them to his heart’s delight. Shuddering, she stopped her massage, taking the loofa sponge and scrubbing at the soap on her arms and shoulders. Down along her sides and across her stomach, finally across her chest, the scratchy sponge feeling so good against her aroused and sensitive breasts. Almost like the rough scratchiness of his chin when he hadn’t shaved for a few days. She loved it when he ran his whiskers across her body, along the ticklish undersides of her breasts, or even the inside her pussy lips. She shuddered again, rubbing the sponge in circles on her nipples. Oh, how she missed him. Dropping the sponge, she leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes, letting the warm water pour across her body, rinsing the soap away. Cupping her breasts, she squeezed them together, then ran her hands down her sides, over her hips and around her ass. Taking the bar of soap in one hand, and a razor in the other, she carefully soaped the outside of her pussy, shaving off all but the one small patch of dark hair, the way he liked it. Dropping the razor, she rinsed the soap away, her finger slipping inside the bare lips to touch the warm wetness inside. She craved his touch, and she admitted it freely, her body quivering as she thought about him touching her, about him stroking her clit, thinking that it was fingers that slid up inside her, or better yet, his hard cock sliding in and out of her. She moaned, her fingers working faster, sliding on something other than soap. With her free hand, she played with her nipples, letting the warm water run across her, down the slopes of her breasts, past the fingers plunging in and out of her pussy. “Oh honey,” she cried out loud, wishing more than ever that he were here. “You should let me do that.” He said, stepping into the shower with her, his hand covering hers, his fingers reaching to massage her. Her eyes flew open in surprise, her mouth opening and closing without any sound coming out. “You looked like you were having so much fun, I wanted to join in.” He whispered. “What are you doing here?” She asked, then cried out as her orgasm ripped through her, his fingers buried deep inside her. “I came home early.” He said, then he kissed her. “I needed to feel you, and smell you, and,” he raised his fingers to his lips, licking her juices from them. “I needed to taste you. I missed you.” She pressed up against him, warm and wet, her head resting in the hollow of his shoulder. “Oh honey,” she purred, feeling his arms go around her, “I’ve missed you too!” Morning They lay together under the blankets, spooned, their bodies intertwined. Perhaps they had fallen asleep like this, in the middle of their love-making. Or perhaps their bodies had joined together of their own volition. His chest against her back, one arm wrapped possessively around her, they slept. Still half asleep, he began to love her. His hardness slid in and out of her slowly, his hands tweaking her nipples. Her breathing changed from the soft pattern he associated with her sleep to a faster, more rapid panting that he knew signified her excitement. Kissing her shoulders, cupping her breasts, he loved her. She began to moan, squirming. Smiling in the dark, he relaxed, easing his motions to let her body calm down. She was a heavy sleeper, but an orgasm would certainly awaken her, and he wasn’t ready for that. Sliding out of her, he eased back away from her, knowing she would roll onto her back once the cold air hit the newly exposed flesh where he had been pressed against her. He wasn’t disappointed. Crawling across the bed, he kissed her soft stomach, running his tongue up her body to her soft breasts, the hard nipples. First one, then the other, he kissed them, teasing the stiff peaks with his tongue. His hands moved up and down her sides, caressing her hips, massaging her arms. Sliding inside her once again, he began to slowly make love to her. “Oh.” She breathed heavily, her eyes fluttering open. “Oh.” Her body responded to his, waves of pleasure rolling through her. He gasped, shuddering as her orgasm brought him to his, feeling her legs wrap around him, pulling him inside her as they finished together. Softly, he kissed her, his fingers gently removing the strands of hair plastered to her sweaty face. “Good morning.” He whispered. She smiled back. “Good Morning.” Moving Day “How come,” he began, dropping the floppy top mattress on the living room floor, “I get to do all the heavy lifting while you clean cupboards?” She slid off the counter she’d been sitting on while washing the shelves and doors. “If you want to clean, I’m all for it. I’ll move the furniture.” “I was just kidding.” He dropped onto the mattress with a sigh, closing eyes. “How come you have to move in July? Why not May? May was a nice month. Not too hot, not too cold. Or October. October would be good.” He opened his eyes when he heard her approach. “Careful, Sweetie. Those rubber gloves you’re wearing are a real turn on!” He waggled his eyebrows. “You’re crazy.” She poked him in the side, something she knew he hated. The rubber gloves came off with a snap, and she sat on the corner of the mattress, enjoying the cool air from the fan. “If I’d had my way, I wouldn’t have moved in the middle of summer. It’s too hot to do anything. I want to go soak in the tub until all my skin looks like a raison. Then I want to go to sleep and sleep through tomorrow.” “You complain too much.” He quipped, earning him a murderous glare. “Besides, wouldn’t you rather take your bath and then get all hot and sweaty the fun way?” He winked. “Then we’d have to shower together to get clean before bed.” “No way. It’s too hot to be touching that close!” She squirmed away from his reaching hand, sliding off the mattress. “I already brought over the twin mattress from storage, so one of us will sleep on that tonight and the other will sleep here. You generate too much heat to share a bed with you.” He affected a pouty face, knowing she thought it cute. “But it’s going to storm soon, and that will cool things off. And, of course, I know how you love storms.” He grinned. “It’s going to storm?” She turned toward the window, searching the clouds. “If we head to storage for one more load, we should beat the storm back.” She moved to stand up. “Not so fast.” He grabbed her wrist, pulling her back onto the bed. “We’ve been working hard all day, and deserve a little rest. Now, when the storm hits, it will cool things down enough to be bearable. Let’s make something to eat, clean up, and relax together. Okay?” She frowned, avoiding his eyes. “All the dishes and cooking stuff are still in storage. So if we make one more trip....” she tried to pull her wrist from his grasp. “Come on, Sweetie. One more trip, and then we’ll relax, okay?” “Slave Driver!” He rolled towards her, his free hand cupping her breast through her tee shirt.. To his surprise, the nipple was already hard, straining toward his touch. “Well, this is a nice.” He laughed, rolling the hard nub between his thumb and finger. She sucked in a deep breath, feeling the nipple harden further under his touch. “I have this wonderful mental image. You laying on this bed, my cock sliding between your lips, and I fall forward, burying my face in your sweet pussy. How does that sound?” She sighed, eyes closed. Then, in one quick movement, she pulled his hand away from her and leaned across the bed, kissing his chin, his nose, his forehead, then rolled away from him. She was on her feet, heading for the front door. “I’m going to storage.” She shouted over her shoulder, bending down to grab her purse before wrestling open the front door. “Hey!” He jumped up. chasing after her. “That’s all I get? Not even a kiss on the lips?” He stood in the doorway, watching her walk to her truck. “Come back here and give me a proper kiss.” “No!” She searched in her purse for her keys, but came up empty. Oh, Shoot! She cried, stomping back towards the door. “I forgot my keys.” He grinned, stepping inside and closing the door. “Don’t you dare!” She cried, rushing forward before he could close it all the way. “Brat.” She said, stepping past him. “Why did you rush out of here like that?” He asked, once she had passed. Leaning against the door, he blocked her exit as she returned with the keys. “You were tempted, right? So why leave?” “Come on, honey. We’ve got to get this done!” She groaned. “Okay, yes, I was very tempted. But I thought we could get another load from storage first....” She fell silent. “We’ll, you aren’t going anywhere without a proper kiss.” He pulled her close, his mouth covering her protests. After a few heartbeats, she ceased struggling against him, pressing her body into the embrace. “Now isn’t that better?” He asked when they parted. She nodded, her eyes glowing with lust for him. Her hand slid down his body, inside his running shorts to stroke his semi-hard cock. “It is going to be hard to cook dinner without anything to cook with, though.” She whispered. “I thought I’d kissed that out of you.” He said, pressing his lips over hers once again. This time she broke away, stepping back. “It’s too hot to be this close!” She complained. “I can fix that!” He answered, taking her by the hand and dragging her through the house to the little bathroom. He pushed her into the shower stall, turning the water on so it drenched them both. She was laughing, trapped in the shower fully clothed. “You’re crazy!” “Yes Ma’am.” He replied, dragging his wet tee shirt over his head, throwing it out of the shower with a wet splosh. His shorts followed, then his shoes and socks. “Did you know you’re wearing too many clothes to be in the shower?” He asked innocently. “Oh really!” She grinned as he pulled her shirt off, then her bra, his mouth moving across her stiff nipples slowly. Between his hot tongue and the cold water, her nipples ached, they were so hard. While his mouth was busy, his hands struggled to work the wet zipper on her denim shorts, sliding them down her hips. Her panties fell next, and he flipped them both out of the shower with his foot. She kicked her sandals off, her hands wrapping around his hard manhood, gently rolling it between her palms. He lifted the bar of soap and worked it into a lather, then passed it to her to do the same. They began washing the other, rinsing away all the sweat form their hard work. He soaped up her stomach, then dragged his hands up to caress her breasts. His hands slid all over her, squeezing her sensitive flesh, working across her shoulders, her arms, down her back. Stopping for more soap, he lathered her hips, her thighs, down the hard muscles in her calves to her feet, then worked his hands up the insides of her legs, smelling her sex before her even touched her. She moaned as he nuzzled his way between her legs, his tongue splitting her lips, stroking her already swollen clit. Her hot juices spilled down his chin as he moved to suck her sensitive button, her fingers twisting into his hair as he sucked and nibbled and licked her pussy. Cold water pouring across her body, she shook and shuddered through an orgasm. He sat patiently, his tongue lapping up her cum, even licking the insides of her thighs clean before standing up. “Are you cool enough now?” He asked, grinning. She kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue, on his lips. He led her from the shower to the mattress in the living room, the air from the fan making them shiver. “I want to ride you.” she whispered, one hand squeezing his ass. “I want to fuck myself on your hard cock.” “Oh, yes!” He lay back on the bed and watched her lower herself down on him, letting her guide his hardness into her pussy. “You feel so good inside me.” She moaned, rocking forward to work every centimeter she could inside. Lowering her breasts to his mouth, she teased his lips with her nipples, laughing as he tried to catch one with his teeth. Straightening back up, she began her ride, moving slowly at first, cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples while he watched. His hands roamed across her hips and her ass, down her thighs, feeling the muscles work as she lifted herself up and down on him. He worked his thumb between her pussy lips, rubbing against her clit, then down to where their bodies were joined, dipping into the pool of liquid between them. Catching his hand, she brought the thumb to her mouth, sucking on his thumb like it were a small cock. He groaned, watching her clean their love off his thumb, and he began working her clit with his free hand, feeling her body begin to convulse. Her pussy clamped his cock like a vise, milking him, trying to hold him inside of her. Then he was shooting inside her, their cum mixing deep in her womb. “That was great!” She said, collapsing on top of him. He laughed, running his hands over her back, enjoying the feel of her hard nipples as they poked into his chest. “And you wanted to make another run to storage.” He said scornfully. “Well, you tell me what we’re going to eat for dinner. I’m hungry.” As if to answer her, his stomach rumbled. “So we’ll go out to dinner.” He answered. “Great.” They lay still a few more minutes, neither one ready to give up that close contact. “Uhm, I have a question for you.” she said. “Yes?” “Did you bring in the suitcase from your car?” He shook his head. She sighed, rolling away from him and sitting up. “Well, then, we have a problem. All our clothes are in the suitcase, and the suitcase is in the car. Even if we go hang up the other clothes right now, it will take a couple of hours for them to dry!” He nodded, then pulled her back down beside him. “So we have to be naked together for the next couple of hours.” he pinched her nipple, rolling it around a bit. “What a shame. Whatever shall we do?” Her hand snaked around his cock, and she was delighted to feel it twitch in her grip. “Knowing you, my dear, I’m sure we can think of something.....” Nylon Toes After working all day, the last place he wanted to be was in a crowded mall. But she had wanted to meet here before ducking out for a late dinner, and he’d agreed, so he tried to keep his complaints to a minimum. But if she said “Let’s stop here!” one more time..... “Oooh!” She paused, then cut across the wide mall court. “Let’s stop here!” She smiled at the exasperation in his face. Standing on her tip toes, she kissed his cheek. “Last stop. I promise.” He smiled down at her, knowing she was playing him, and she knew he was letting her. “Let’s go.” He sighed. She led him back into one of those self serve stores, with walls upon walls of cardboard boxes full of shoes. He groaned quietly; knowing how much she loved shoes, they could be here all night. Already she had stationed herself before the section of wall that had her size, her eyes glazing over at the selection. He sand down on a shoe bench, taking her coat when she handed it to him. “I’m sorry, love.” She said, picking a pair of flats that matched her skirt. Dropping the shoes on the floor, she slipped her feet into them, and taking a few steps to see how they fit. “Those shoes I wore today pinched my toes. I just want to find another pair....” She held her foot up, twisting the shoe for his inspection. “What do you think?” “It’s okay.” “It’s okay. It’s okay.” She stepped out of the shoes, bending to retrieve them. “I know. This is boring.” Turning back to the wall, she perused the selection, looking for just the right pair.... there! Snatching them out of the box, she pulled them onto her feet, then turned toward him, a mischievous smile on her face. “What do you think of these?” “They’re okay.” He answered automatically, then did a double take. The black heels she wore may have been the sexiest shoes he’d ever seen! The shoe barely covered her toes, (Toe cleavage! He thought, seeing the lines of her toes under the black vinyl) curving around the foot all the way to the heel, with a strap crossing the foot and buttoning on the side by the ankle. “I love them.” He said after he could swallow again. “I thought you might.” Twisting her foot in the air, she watched the play of emotions on his face. “Do you think they go with this skirt? How do they make my legs look?” “Your legs look great.” He tried to look thoughtful, ignoring the twitching he felt in his cock. She knew how much he loved sexy shoes and stockings. “But it doesn’t match the skirt, sweetie. It does match the little black baby doll at home.....” “Really?” Placing her feet together, she tried to look down at them. “Oh, this won’t do.. Here!” Standing on one foot, she slid the toes of her other foot between his knees, pushing his legs apart. It was exquisite torture, the touch of her foot against his legs, the toes sliding up his thigh. He groaned, feeling his pants grow tight. “Why are you doing this to me?” He asked, loving it. “Doing what?” She dropped her foot to the floor. “I just wanted to see how the shoes looked in the mirror. Is that such a crime?” “Mirror?” He glanced down, seeing the reflection of her shoe there, the arch of the foot, the sweet slope of her calves as her beautiful legs disappeared under her skirt. Oh, he was glad this particular corner of the store was deserted. No amount of rearranging could hide his erection now. “You know, I like them,” she was saying, “but I don’t think they’re right for that baby doll. Let’s see what else I can find.” She unbuttoned the strap, and he watched her foot emerge from the shoe, the way she held the arch, her nylon covered toes pointed like a ballerina’s. Standing in her stocking feet, she scanned the shoes on the wall, every so often rising on her tip toes, knowing his eyes were on her. “Oh! I’ll bet you’ll like these!” The shoe looked like a mess of black spaghetti, criss- crossing straps on a very high heel. She arched her foot again, sliding it into the mess, and this time, when she turned to face him, her smile had a definite wickedness to it. “These are the shoes for the baby doll.” She announced. He had to admit she was correct; these shoes were meant to go with the baby doll. The messy straps had been transformed to a web that ensconced her foot, her toes bare. “I think we’re buying these.” He said. “Give them to me.” She laughed, raising her foot so he could remove them himself. “Oh, you wicked wench.” he said, sliding his hands around her foot, feeling the nylon covered flesh under the webbing. He loved the way her foot arched as he pulled the shoe off, running his hand up over her ankle to squeeze her leg before releasing her. “You know, I think we should skip dinner and just head home. What do you think?” “I’m starved!” She laughed as he tickled her foot, collecting the shoes from her and dropping them into the empty box she offered. “I think we should go to someplace where they serve a lot of food. I could eat a horse!” She turned, rummaging in a box while she talked. “Don’t you think that would be a good idea? Aren’t you starving?” “Oh, I’m starving all right.” But it was clear he didn’t mean for food. “You know...” She turned, lifting the hem of her skirt to mid thigh, showing off the a black boot that came just over her knee. Oh, these made his cock throb, his eyes tracing the curve of her leg in the vinyl boot, the way it hugged her calve and showed her knee cap. “I think this would go well with the black and red teddy..... you know the one I mean?” “Oh yeah.” He stood, grabbing the box of shoes he’d already said they’d buy, as well as the pair she’d first tried on, the ones that really did match her skirt. “We want those, too. I’ll meet you up at the check out stand.” He turned and limped away. She grinned, watching him walk away. She did so love to tease him. Stepping into her old shoes, she hurried after him, knowing that they would be on their way home from here. Naked but for the knee hi boots, she crossed the room, walking towards him, feeling his eyes on her jiggling breasts, on the contrast between her pale skin and the shiny black boots. Standing over him, she slowly dropped to her knees, brushing her shaved pussy lips across the throbbing head of his cock, “I think you’ve teased me enough for one day.” He protested. “Never!” Wrapping one hand around the base of his cock, the other spreading her lips open, she smeared the oozing precum against her hard clit. “I love teasing you. I live to tease you!” “I’m glad!” His hands held on to her hips as she lowered herself down on his cock, rocking her hips until felt settled. His hands slid across her skin, across her boots, tugging the zippers down a bit so he could work his fingers inside. His fingertips touched the top of her stockings, a small moan escaping his lips. “These boots have so much possibility.” He said. “I can’t wait to unzip them with my teeth.” “Mmmm....” Her breathing grew rapid, a sheen of sweat appearing on her body. She was close, he knew, and he began to knead her ass cheeks, her body rising up and down on his cock, faster and faster, until she exploded on top of him. He loved to see her writhing on top of him like that, his hand holding her hips to keep her from bucking away from him. Matching her fire, he shot his cum deep in her belly, thrusting into her until they collapsed together. Rolling away from him, she lay on her back, eyes closed, completely lethargic. “You spoil me.” He said, sitting up and staring down at her. His fingers traced the curve of her breast, teasing her hard nipple. “You’re supposed to come to bed in old flannel night gowns, your hair in curlers, with a mud mask on your face.” “I’ll do that tomorrow.” She promised. Lifting one leg high in the air, she unzipped the boot, pulling it off to reveal the sheer black stocking underneath. Twisting around, she put her foot against his chest, wiggling her toes. With her legs spread wide, he could see the cum slowly dribbling out of her pussy, and his cock immediately perked. “Nylon toes.” He said, catching her foot and rubbing his lips across her sole. “Maybe we should get the other pair of shoes and play with those.” He said. “We can save those for tomorrow.” She said. “I thought that was the flannel gown night.” She sighed contentedly as his lips inched their way across her ankle. “I guess we’ll have to postpone the flannel nightgown night.” He grinned, nibbling on her leg. “That’s a real shame.” Oh Christmas Tree “Please. Oh pleaseohpleaseohplease!” She’d begged, bouncing on her toes excitedly. She was as anxious as a child, until at last he relented. “Okay. Let’s go get the Christmas tree.” Clapping her hands, she’d run to her truck, warming the engine while he’d dressed. First she had to find the perfect tree lot, then, the perfect tree. He waited patiently, smiling and nodding when she asked his opinion. At last, she found the perfect tree. Not too short or too tall, not too fat, nor too skinny. It was perfect. He carried it in the house, setting the tree in the perfect spot in the living room, holding it steady until she had it resting perfectly in the tree stand. “What do you think of our tree?” She asked, standing back. “It’s perfect.” He answered, kissing her on the top of the head. After dinner they decorated, Christmas music playing in the background, until she once again declared it perfect. Then they went to bed. It was still dark when he rolled over, still half asleep, his hand seeking her warmth beside him in the bed. When his fingers found only cold sheets, he came fully awake, calling her name. No answer. She wasn’t there. No noises came from the bathroom, so there was only one logical place for her to be. Swinging his legs out of bed, he slipped into his robe, then padded out of the room to the living room. The lights on the tree winked happily in the night, but she was no where to be seen. “Are you in here?” He asked. “Did I wake you up?” She asked. There was a ruffling under the tree, and she sat up, smiling softly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” She looked beautiful, her face lit by the dancing lights from the tree. Her hair was still mussed from sleeping, and she was wrapped warmly in her heavy robe. “I just wondered where you went.” He motioned to the floor next to her. “Mind if I join you?” “Please!” She patted the floor next to her, then lay back down, moving so her head was resting under the branches. “When I was a little girl, I used to lay under the tree like this and wait for Santa.” She said, her voice sounding unusually mellow. “I always fell asleep like this, staring up through the branches at the blinking lights. I never saw Santa, and I never knew how I always wound up back in bed in the morning. I always thought Santa carried me.” He smiled, turning his eyes up towards the branches to try to discover what magic she found there. She twisted, her body pressing against his, her head coming to rest on his shoulder. “When the tree is fresh like this, it’s so nice. The smell of pine, the different colors of lights.....” She sighed contentedly. “And my favorite teddy bear.” Her fingers slipped into his robe, rubbing the hair on his chest. They lay there for a while, not speaking, the only movement between them was her hand stroking his chest. “You know,” he said after a while, “if you keep this up, you’re going to start something.” “Start something?” Laughter danced in her voice. Her hand slid down his body, over the tied belt and back under the flap of the robe. With familiarity, she touched his semi- erect cock, her caress creating even more of a reaction than before. “Shouldn’t you have used a past tense phrase?” He closed his eyes, groaning as she continued to manipulate his erection. “Looks like it’s my turn to unwrap a Christmas gift.” She whispered, untying the knot and opening his robe. “Except that I didn’t wrap you in paper.” “But you looked so cute...” He protested, lifting his hand to run his fingers through her hair. “And I loved tearing the paper off your body.” She grinned, squirming away from him, bringing her mouth down around the head of his cock. Pleasure washed across him, her warm mouth enveloping his rock-hard cock, sliding down the shaft until her nose rested against his body. The head of his cock was against her throat, and she moaned, her throat vibrating around his cock. He jerked, sure he would cum, but he stopped, his body covered in sweat. “Easy.” She said, sliding her lips off his cock. “Don’t cum too soon. I need to feel you inside me.” “Ohh! Yes!” He smiled, watching as she rearranged herself, sliding her wet pussy down over his shaft. The robe fell off her shoulders, baring her beautiful breasts to him. With slow, easy motions, she rode him, one hand rubbing her clit every now and again. He lifted a strand of tinsel from the branches above him, draping it over her shoulder. Another strand on the other shoulder, then more, until he hung two strands from her hard nipples. In the flashing lights, she looked almost dreamlike, a mystical, magical, glittering creature. She took her pleasure first, cumming hard, her body quivering on his. She stopped her movements, her body still, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock buried deep inside her. After a moment, she moved away from him, his cock glistening from her love juices. Lying back under the tree, she spread her legs, motioning for him to come to her. He didn’t need to be asked twice. Replacing his cock inside her warm pussy, he thrust in and out of her, watching the passion on her face as he made love to her. Her thighs clamped around his waist as she came again, the bells on the tree ringing as she shook and trembled through her orgasm. With one final thrust, he shot his load deep inside her belly, falling beside her on the floor once again when his body relaxed. “The lights on the tree look like something magical from down here.” He said. “Yes.” She answered sleepily. Her head found his shoulder, fingers again twisting into the hair on his chest. In no time at all, they were both asleep. One of Those Days? It was going to be one of those days..... Adam had to hurry through lunch, knowing that the afternoon would be a busy one. Mentally reviewing his list of things he needed to do today, he almost missed her. She was sitting at the counter of the restaurant, reading a magazine and drinking coffee. Full figured, pretty, she seemed oblivious to the world around her, her focus on whatever she was reading. Nicely shaped long legs peeked out from under her long sweater, the knit stirrup pants fitting snug around her calves. But what caught his attention was the way she arched her foot, the shiny black pump dangling enticingly from her stocking covered toes. Slowly, the shoe swung back and forth, her toes wiggling, the smooth curve of her foot visible, then hidden by the shoe. Adam realized he was staring, and he forced himself to look back at his plate. But all too soon his eyes drifted back to the dangling shoe, his lunch forgotten. “How was the sandwich, Tami?” The waitress asked, clearing away the woman’s plate. The magazine lowered, a smile crossing her face. “Pretty good.” She answered, gathering her personal effects together, preparing to leave. “See you tomorrow.” The waitress answered. The woman, Tami, turned on the chair, sliding off the seat and heading for the door. For the briefest of moments, Adam wondered if he should follow her, then thought better of it. He finished his lunch and left. Running across the street, he ducked into the main entrance of an office building, fighting his way back to the bank of elevators. A small crowd was already gathered, waiting for the next available car. He sighed, falling in behind them. The crowd surged forward as the doors open, everyone trying to squeeze in around the people exiting the car. Knowing he had to go to the 23rd floor, Adam forced his way back into the corner of the car, then turned to face the doors. That’s when he saw her. The same woman from the restaurant, pushing through the crowded elevator, back towards his corner. She smiled politely, standing in front of him, turning back to the front of the car. More and more people pressed into the car, forcing everyone to shuffle closer together. Adam tried not breath as the crowd pushed her back against him, her soft curves against his body, the smell of her perfume in his nose. His cock twitched, and despite his best efforts, he could feel himself growing hard. She turned, looking him in the eyes, smiling. “Sorry.” She said. “The crowd....” He nodded. “No problem.” Tami smiled, feeling his hard cock press into her hip. She squirmed a little more than she needed, then turned to face him. “Maybe we should introduce ourselves...” “Adam.” “Tami.” She smiled again, bending her knee slightly so her leg slid between his. She’d seen him in the restaurant, and she was flattered by his attention. With a whoosh, the elevator doors closed behind them. “Finally!” She said. “Uh... yeah.” His cock continued to grow, pressing insistently against her thigh. Adam could feel the weight of her breasts against his chest through her open coat, and he resisted the temptation to reach up and cup them, to squeeze them. She would turn back around any moment. She would.... “What are you doing?” He asked. Her hand had slid down his body, rubbing the hard bulge through his slacks. “Oh, Sorry.” She said, a hint of laughter in her voice. “Do you want me to stop?” “No!” The elevator stopped on the first floor, a couple of people stepping off and someone else jumping on. He took a chance, letting his hand caress her breast. She didn’t object. “This could be a long trip to the top.” He said. “I’m counting on it.” She answered. Her fingers caught the zipper on his slacks, tugging it down, then slipping through the material to touch his bare cock. He almost jumped out of his skin, not believing this was happening to him. “So, do you eat at the cafe often?” She asked pleasantly. “Uh.. yeah.” Her fingers were rubbing the precum around the tip of his cock, making it hard for him to concentrate. “And you?” “Oh, often enough.” Her eyes widened as he teased her nipples through her sweater, his other hand sliding down to rub her pussy through her pants. The thin knit let him feel the contours of her vagina easily. “And what floor are you heading for?” She asked, her voice neutral. “The 23rd.” He took a deep breath, stifling a moan. “You?” “The 24th.” She offered a smile to the man next to them, who suddenly seemed interested in their conversation. “Having a good day?” She asked him. The man looked at them both, his eyes glancing down. “Not as good a day as you two seem to be having.” He responded, then looked forward. Adam and Tami giggled, turned on by the audience. If their neighbor continued to sneak peeks, they didn’t notice. “That was the 19th. floor.” He said after a bit. They had been silent, their hands busy. “Maybe we should duck off on the 20th.” She looked around at the thinned out crowd on the car. “Maybe.” She answered. Putting themselves back together, they ducked off the elevator, laughing at the couple of odd looks they received. Watching how the people dispersed from the elevator, they stumbled down the hall way, until they came to an office with the door open. “In here.” She whispered, pulling him after her. Locking the door, she turned to face him. Let’s hope whoever belongs in this office has a long lunch today.” He grabbed her, pushing her against the desk, hands in her waistband. Fumbling in her purse, she produced a condom, opening it as he helped her out of her pants. She was ready as he freed his erection, sliding the rubber over the swollen head, rolling it back down to the base of his cock. With little ceremony, he plunged into her, his cock sliding easily between her well-lubricated pussy lips. She groaned happily, bringing her legs up to wrap around his waist. His hands slid up under Tami’s shirt, pushing it up over her breasts, manipulating the bra cups to reveal her hard nipples. Lowering his head, his mouth fastened around the prize he’d uncovered, sucking contentedly. Arching her back, she came, raising her hand to her mouth to muffle her cries. With a moan to match hers, he shoved his cock as deep into her pulsating canal as he could, climaxing along with her. Pulling out of her, Adam dropped to his knees and licked the sweet juice from her pussy, cleaning her with his tongue. She returned the favor, removing the used condom and dropping it into the trash, cleaning his semi-erect cock while he groaned happily. Dressing quickly, the ducked out of the office, passing the proper occupant as the walked down the hall. “We got lost.” She said, answering the man’s quizzical look. Adam grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the elevator. He stepped off on the 23rd floor, waving good bye as the door closed. Tomorrow, he would have lunch at the cafe again. Today hadn’t been such a bad day after all. ~ ~ ~There are worse hobbies than windmill jousting~ ~To every man his Dulcinea~ ~Dulcinea5@aol.com~ ~ ~ Passing Grade It was over. Another school year in the bag. Daniel Andrews cleaned the chalkboard, erasing the cheerful scrawls left by his students. Though they still had to report to school Monday for a half day, it was mainly to collect their final report cards, so he’d treated today as the last day, just letting the kids party and have fun. The colored chalk he’d brought in was almost gone, their wild graffiti having used it all up. He smiled at one of the student’s hastily composed poems, wishing the young man had shown such creativity on his homework. It had been obvious that talent existed, but between basketball and football, English had been the least important thing to him. Still, in this class, he’d at least shown a little interest, once remarking, “Mr. A, you’re an all right teacher.” Daniel sighed, dropping the eraser and rubbing his hands together to try and get rid of the chalk dust that clung to his fingers. All that was left for him to do was to collect his papers and briefcase, and he could head home an relax. “Excuse me, Mr. A?” A soft voice asked. Daniel repressed a groan, not wanting to deal with anymore students today. He was truly ready for this weekend, wanting to spend it simply relaxing at home with Laurie, his wife. And he wanted that weekend to start NOW! “If you have a moment,” the voice continued, “I’d like to talk to you about my grade on the final.” A student from his senior class. “What can I help you..... with?” He blinked twice when he saw her. “Laurie?” “I know you said you were meeting with students only until five, but I couldn’t make it here before now.” She bit her lip nervously. Her long hair was swept back into a pony tail, and she clutched a stack of text books. The beautiful curves he knew so well were hidden under a bulky school sweater, her long legs bare under the short cheerleader skirt she wore. “We had a special pre-tryouts for next years squad, and I had to be one of the judges.” She crossed the length of the room, dropping her books on one of the desks. “I hope you have a few minutes to spare.” He just stared at her, completely shocked by her appearance. Five years his junior, she was young enough to have been a senior in one of his first classes, and he’d often wondered aloud how he would have reacted with her as his student. He imagined he would have had a difficult time delivering his lessons with her there, and he would have been a very naughty teacher. In fact, while he’d never really had the stereo-typical male teacher/female student fantasy, he had joked about keeping Laurie after school and fucking her right there on his desk. And now here she was.... “Mr. A? Are you okay?” “Hmm? Yes, Laurie. I’m sorry. I was just thinking about... something.” He smiled, the image of her on his desk, her legs spread wide still scrolling through his mind. If she wanted to play this little game, he would. And when they got home..... “What was it about your paper you wanted to talk to me about.” “Well....” She leaned on one of the desks, crossing her legs at the ankles. “You know how you said the final was one third of our over all grade?” He nodded, trying to keep his eyes from wandering down her long legs.. “You gave me a ‘D’... I mean, I know my paper wasn’t that good, but I figured I needed a ‘B’ to pass.... I know it’s kinda late, but is there any kind of extra credit I could do to bring the grade up?” He grinned, seeing the classic set up here. “Well, Laurie, you really should have thought about your grade earlier. The last day of school is a little too late to try for extra credit.” He packed the last of his important papers into his briefcase, swinging it off the desk and placing it on the floor. “You’re a bright girl. One ‘C’ on your report card won’t be too damaging.” “Yes it will!” She wailed. Jumping off the desk, she came to his side. “Oh Mr. A! You don’t understand. My GPA hinges on my getting a ‘B’ in this class. If I don’t get at least a 3.5, I don’t get into college!” She perched on the corner of his desk, crossing her legs, her short skirt riding higher on her thighs. “Please!” He sighed, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes. “Laurie, I’m sorry. His cock was throbbing; she was such a tease. He wanted to run his hand across her bare thigh. “If you would have talked to me last week, I could have helped you. I’m sorry.” “Mr. A!” She slid across the desk, placing her legs on either side of his chair. He could see the crotch of her panties clearly, white cotton panties unlike her usual lacy ones. “I would do anything to get you to raise my grade.” She began loosening his tie, staring deep into his eyes. “Anything.” “Laurie!” He cried, not pretending to be shocked. He’d expected her to tease him, sure, but she couldn’t seriously be planning to -Oh, no... she was sliding off the desk, falling to her knees, her hands massaging his hard cock right through his slacks. “Laurie, this has gone far enough!” “Don’t you like me, Mr. A? Don’t you think I’m pretty?” She was unzipping his pants, freeing his erection. He gasped for breath as she ran her fingers up his shaft, spreading the precum across the swollen head. :If I give you a good blow job, can I have that ‘B’? It will be our secret...” Her mouth slid down around his shaft, her tongue stroking his cock with unbearable slowness. He groaned, not wanting to enjoy this, but unable to prevent himself from doing so. What if another teacher came through the door? What about the security camera in the corner of the room? What if a real student popped in.... “OH!” He jumped as the head of his cock passed her throat, her face pressed against him. “Laurie, Baby, please.” He ran his fingers through her hair, wanting her to continue, knowing he had to make her stop. “If we’re caught....” “Shhh....” She sat back, licking her lips. “I locked the door when I came in. Don’t worry.” She engulfed his throbbing manhood again, expertly licking and sucking him into ecstacy. He felt the edge of her teeth, nibbling gently, and then he was pumping his seed into her mouth, tangling his fingers into her hair as he rode out the waves of one of the most intense orgasms he could remember. Laurie looked up at him with an impish grin on her face, her eyes full of love. “So, Mr. A.” She said, licking a dribble of cum off her lips. “Do I get that ‘B’ or not.” He paused, weighing his options. It was close to 6 PM. Most likely, only the janitorial staff was left, and they wouldn’t come in without knocking. No one would be watching the security cameras. “I’m sorry, Laurie... for that, I could possibly raise your grade to a ‘C’.” A very high ‘C’, he added privately. Wow! “Mr. A!” She stood, stepping out of her panties, then laying back on the desk. “I see you’re still a little excited. Maybe we can still make up that extra grade.” He grinned, enjoying the sight before him. The wetness on her pussy lips was clearly evident; she always got excited when she gave him a blow job. She was right about him being hard, too. He hadn’t really lost his erection. And right now, he wanted to bury his cock deep inside her wet pussy. “I don’t know, Laurie. The difference from a ‘D’ to a ‘C’ is a lot shorter than from a ‘C’ to a ‘B’ you know.” He stood, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall to the floor. He slid the bulky sweater up, reveling her lacy bra. One of the front closures; he smiled at that, flicking it open to reveal her stiff nipples. In one move, he slipped his cock into her waiting pussy, and buried his face between her breasts. “I can’t believe I’m fucking you here on my desk.” He whispered, biting at her nipples. “Thankfully, I’ll have a whole summer to get over it before I have to teach next year. I can’t imagine coming into class every day and picturing you here, like this....” “I’ll have to remind you.” She whispered back, falling out of character. “Every morning, before work.” “Oh yeah?” He picked up the speed, pumping in and out of her faster than before. He felt her body bucking beneath his, her moans echoing through the empty classroom. Later, tonight at home, he would make her scream with pleasure, but for now, that was enough. Collapsing on top of her, he came. “You never told me if I got that ‘B’.” She said later, as they walked down the deserted hall. “Oh, Laurie.” He wrapped his arm around her waist, hugging her as they walked. “You know you get an ‘A+’ in my book every day.” “You’re sweet.” She said. Pulling away, she headed for the security desk, ignoring his questions. Returning to his side, she handed him a video tape. “Here. A present.” Eyebrow raised, he took the tape, looking for some kind of marking to explain what it was. “I took advantage of the security camera in the room.” She explained. “Laurie!” She laughed, heading towards the front door. “Come on, Mr. A.” She said, holding the door open for him. “You’ve got a lot of homework ahead of you this weekend. Let’s get home and get started.” Pickles The phone rang as she unlocked the door. She knew it was him, even before she answered it. This was the time of night he always called. Grabbing the phone, she answered with a breathy “hello.” “I love your voice when it’s like that.” He said, and she smiled, sinking into the soft chair by the phone. “Did I catch you at a bad time?” he asked. “You sound out of breath.” “I just got home.” She answered, letting her shoes slip off her toes to crash to the floor. “Long day at work.” “Oh. I can let you go, so you can relax, or whatever.” She heard the disappointment in his voice. “Don’t you dare hang up.” She cried. “Talking to you always makes me feel better.” He chuckled. “But, if it won’t bother you, I will munch my dinner while we talk.” “Go right ahead.” He answered. His delightful voice trilled through the details of his day, and he added input to previous conversations they’d had while she ate her sandwich. She even described the little deli she frequented, and told him all about the wonderful dill pickles they had. “Yech. I hate pickles.” “You hate pickles?” She pulled the giant beauty out of the bag, smiling as the tangy aroma wafted to her. “I don’t know about you, dear. Pickles are a big part of my life. I adore them. What if you wanted to kiss me, but I had pickle juice on my lips?” “You’d have to lick your lips to get it off.” She laughed, lifting the pickle to her mouth. Biting off the end with the stem, she was rewarded with a burst of salty juice. Slurping to keep it from running down her chin, she laughed again. “Geez, this is a juicy pickle.” “You’re eating one now?” “Oh, yes. It’s a big one. Two inches wide, about five inches long. I like to suck the juice out, then suck the seeds into my mouth before biting into it.” She slurped more of the juice away, prodding the soft seeds with her tongue. “Yummy.” She pronounced. “Maybe I should call back later.” “What’s wrong?” She didn’t like the tone in his voice. “You said you didn’t mind if I ate while we talked. I can save the pickle until later.” “Oh, it’s not that. I don’t care if you eat while we talk. But the pickle.... “ He paused. “Listening to you eat the pickle is starting to affect me.” “Affect you?” He groaned. “Hearing you suck on the pickle is making me hard. Sucking the juice and the seeds, imagining that thick phallic symbol sliding between your lips.....” He sighed. “I should just call back later.” She blushed, resting the pickle on the edge of the sandwich wrapper. “I’m sorry.” She stammered, trying not to laugh. “I never imagined...” “I know you didn’t realize what affect you were having. And I shouldn’t have mentioned it. I’m sorry. Go ahead, eat your pickle. I’m fine.” “Are you sure? I can save it for later.” She repeated. The blush had faded, her eyes twinkling. A mischievous smile appeared, and she lifted the pickle to her lips once again. “Of course, this is a really good pickle. So hard, and so fat. I love to suck on big thick pickles like this.” Wrapping her lips around the pickle, she sucked it into her mouth, moaning as it slid over her tongue. When at last she slid it out, it was well coated with her saliva. “MMMMM. Oh, no! Some of the juice is dribbling out. I should catch that with my tongue....” She heard his breath catch on the other end of the phone. With a loud slurp, she sucked in the juice, then licked across the top of the pickle. “Sometimes I like to press my tongue flat on the pickle, and just run it around.” She demonstrated, knowing the sound translated across the phone. “Is there something wrong?” She asked innocently, in response to his soft moan. “No. Nothing.” His breathing had changed, growing faster, almost becoming a heavy pant. “Go ahead. Eat your pickle.” “I think I will.” She squirmed in the chair, getting more comfortable. Hearing him, knowing he was turned on by her little exhibition was making her excited. Her panties were getting damp. “I’ve also found that raking my teeth along the skin of the pickle offers an interesting texture and flavor. I suck as much of the pickle into my mouth as I can... so that it’s touching the back of my throat.... and then pull it out, raking my teeth across it.” She was rewarded with a heavy groan. “You know, I can think of an even better pickle to suck on.” She said suggestively. “You wanna suck on my pickle?” he asked. “Oh yes!” She dropped the green pickle into the bag, then stood, letting her slacks fall to the store. Dropping back into the chair, she slipped a hand into her panties, her finger easily sliding between her soft lips. “I want to wrap my lips around the head of your cock, and suck like a baby sucks a bottle. I would lick up all the precum, tasting you....” She moaned, her finger rubbing across her swollen clit. “I’m getting all excited, thinking of you sitting there, all hot and bothered because of me.” “Oh really!” He chuckled deep in his throat. “Well, I’m sure when you suck on my pickle, I could be tasting your honey.....” “Sounds good to me!” They laughed together. “But you know, tasting your precum isn’t enough. I want to suck all the seeds out.” He groaned again, louder than before. “I want to wrap my lips around the head and start sucking my way down the length of your cock. Inch by Inch, you could watch it disappear into my mouth, and I would keep sucking until I had it all. The head would be at the back of my throat, and I would moan, making my throat vibrate around your cock....” “Damn.” He panted. “You are really getting to me. I’m going to shoot all over....” “Really? You’re going to shoot thick wads of cum into my waiting mouth? If I had your cock in my mouth right now, I would feel it twitch and grow, feel the head all swollen and hot. I would be caressing your balls, rolling them in my hand, while my tongue rubbed across the underside of your-“ With a loud cry, he erupted, moaning and calling her name. Her own orgasm began, tripped from listening to him cum. Closing her eyes, she imagined it was his tongue rolling across her clit, slipping into her pussy. “I can’t believe you did that.” He whispered. “And you came with me!” She smiled, blushing a bit. “Should I apologize?” “NO!” He cried. “No. Don’t. I enjoyed it. More than you know.” He was silent a moment, catching his breath. “You are an incredible woman.” He whispered. She laughed, closing her eyes as she imagined laying beside him while their bodies calmed down, enjoying the feeling of flesh against flesh. “Wait until you can see what I can do in person.....” Subject: DULCINEA: The Party (m/f, rom, cons) From: dulcinea97@aol.com Date: 1996/11/21 Message-Id: <19961121072600.CAA05138@ladder01.news.aol.com Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories X-Admin: news@aol.com Pillow Fight The hotel her company had her staying in wasn’t the most expensive or the fanciest, but it was certainly very nice. He drove down with her one weekend, carrying her bags into the room and dropping them on the floor when he entered the room. “This is palatial!” He exclaimed, eyeing the king size bed that dominated the room. “What a great bed!” “What?” She stepped into the room, stopping short when she saw the room. “There must be a mistake. I’m supposed to have two double beds.....” He flopped on the bed while she headed for the front desk to find out what was going on. In less than five minutes, she was back. “It’s no mistake.” She said, sinking down on the end of the bed. “This is the room my company reserved for me.” Grinning, she tickled his foot. “I guess we’ll just have to suffer.” “I guess so.” He grinned back, crooking his finger for her to come over to him. “And what time do you have to be at work in the morning?” “8:00.” She frowned. “Let’s head out and catch a bite to eat before it gets too late.” He groaned playfully. “I can’t believe you’re hungry after that big lunch we had. Are you sure you don’t want to stay in tonight and take advantage of this wonderful bed?” He looked at her frown, then sighed. “Let me wash up, first. Then we can go. Okay?” She nodded, biting her bottom lip until he walked past her into the bathroom. Smiling, she jumped up, shedding her outer clothes until she had just her bra and half slip on. As long as the water was running, he would be busy, so she listened carefully for the water to stop while she gathered the sofa cushions and all the bed pillows, throwing them into the space between the bed and the wall. Squealing as the bathroom door opened, she dove across the bed, rolling into the space to protect her horde of pillows. “Okay Honey,” He said, walking around the corner. He was bare chested, his dirty shirt in his hand. “Let me change shirts, then we can leave. Where do you want to-“ SPLAT! The first pillow silenced him, smashing into his face, catching him by surprise. She watched it plop to the floor, the startled look on his face so very adorable. The second pillow was flying across the room before he could recover, bouncing off his chest to land on the bed. “You imp!” He cried, his dark eyes taking in her scantily clad form, and the mischief in her face. “You’re in for it now!” He grabbed the two pillows, one in each hand, and jumped up on the bed. She squealed, reaching behind her to grab the heavy couch pillow, swinging it wildly. “Oh no you don’t!” He exclaimed, dropping his pillows to grab the one she swung. He tried to pull it out of her grip, half dragging her across the bed before he succeeded. “So you want to have a pillow fight, eh?” He laughed evily. She rolled out of the way, dropping back to protect the pillows. Past experience had taught her that was the only chance she had against him in a pillow fight; he would always wrest the pillows away from her, so she had to stockpile them first. Not that she kept them very long, but at least she could get a few good whacks in. The two toss pillows from the couch bounced off his chest, and he laughed even harder. “Are you done yet?” He asked. “Never!” She jumped up on the bed, swinging a bed pillow. The King size bed gave them plenty of room to battle on, and the pillows flew rapidly. She caught him watching the way her breasts jiggled in her bra, and the way the short slip rode up on her thighs. Of course, she’d planned on her lack of clothes to be a distraction. “Give up?” She asked, pausing to gasp for air. “I don’t think so.” He dropped the pillow and dove for her ankles, hoping to knock her down. “No you don’t!” she cried, jumping off the mattress to the floor. He lay sprawled on his stomach, laughing too hard to move. Taking her chance, she jumped back on the bed, straddling his hips, her hands on his shoulders. “Pinned!” She exclaimed triumphantly. “I win.” “Augh!” He struggled, trying to unseat her, but he couldn’t get the leverage on the mattress. “Nyah, nyah nyah!” she laughed, bopping his head with one of the small couch pillows. “Admit it. I won.” “Never!” She laughed at his answer, leaning down and pressing her nipples into his back, nibbling on his earlobe. Her fingers ran through the short hair at the base of his neck, scratching and rubbing the way he liked. With little kisses, she traced her way from one ear to the next, sucking that earlobe between her teeth. “Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?” she asked sweetly. He groaned, feeling himself grow hard under her ministrations. She squirmed, rubbing herself against him, her hard nipples still pressing into his back. “Okay! Yes, You win.” He tried to sound dejected. “Now will you let me up?” Laughing, she rolled off of him, expecting him to turn his attention to love making. She was wrong. “Sucker!” He cried, throwing a pillow into her face. “You didn’t think I’d quit so easily, did you?” “Oh, you beast!” She rolled away, reaching for a pillow. One hand grabbed her ankle, pulling her across the bed to him. “Hi there.” He smiled down at her, his hand running up the inside of her thigh. His other hand popped the front clasp of the bra, freeing her breasts. “Now just where do you get off teasing me like that?” “If you don’t want me to tease you anymore, I won’t.” she replied haughtily, then drew a deep breath as his teeth caught one of her nipples. His fingers were working into her panties, stroking her shaved outer lips. “Don’t you dare stop.” He whispered around her nipple. She laughed, hugging his face to her breast. His hardness pressed urgently against her thigh, and his fingers began exploring the moistness between her pussy lips. She gasped, feeling his tongue trace it’s way from one breast to another. “I thought you were hungry.” He said, his finger dipping inside her. Her breathing had changed, almost becoming a pant as his thumb rolled around her hard clit. “Shouldn’t we be leaving for dinner?” “We could order room service. Strawberries and whipped cream.” She answered. “I could make myself a banana split, so to speak.” They both felt his cock throb at that. “I could make myself a nice sundae.” He replied, increasing the pressure on her clit. “Dip the strawberry deep inside of you, then suck it out...” “Oh!” Her body responded to his stroking, her hips thrusting up on his hand. “My my my.” He smiled, feeling her body convulse and shudder beneath him. “That was fun.” “Mmm-hmm.” She opened her eyes, the love and the lust for him clearly evident. He removed his hand, licking her juices from his fingers. “Now what should we do?” He asked. She pushed him on his back and unzipped his pants, his cock leaping out at her. “Well, hello there!” She said, kissing the pre-cum covered head. “How nice to see you again.” They laughed together as she worked his pants off, dropping them on the floor. “I think we’re going to have to make the bed before we go to sleep.” She said, looking at the mess they’d made of the covers. Shrugging, she stepped up on the bed, then dropped her panties and the slip. Straddling him again, she grasped his cock, guiding it to her pussy. The first touch was electric, drawing a gasp from both of them when the head rubbed up against her naked lips, their love juices mixing as she rubbed against him. Then she lowered herself down, his cock sliding easily in her wetness. Clutching his cock with her pussy muscles, she inched her way down him, making him gasp when at last their bodies met, his cock buried completely inside her. His hands rose to her breasts, his fingers rolling her nipples, pinching them, making her squirm delightfully on his cock. Slowly, oh so slowly, she raised herself off him, until only the head was left inside her, then she slid down again, relishing in the fullness of her pussy. Up and down, up and down, working her hips and thighs, taking her pleasure from his hard cock. When she came, she came hard, calling his name as her pussy spasmed around him. “That’s it, baby.” He whispered, stroking her clit while she squirmed on top of him. “Cum all over me.” Before she’d completely recovered, he rolled, so she was under him, their body never losing contact. For the moment, he was content to lay on her, feeling her thighs around him, her hands on his back, and he kissed her, his tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth with great passion. No words were spoken. He began to pump in and out of her, faster and faster, her hips rising to meet each stroke. Her moans and cries encouraged him, increasing his desire. “Don’t cum yet.” He whispered, knowing she was close. “Wait for me.” She nodded, eyes closed, chewing her bottom lip to keep from screaming. One final thrust and then he buried himself inside of her, feeling her orgasm start as he poured his seed deep into her womb. They lay together, still joined, enjoying the feel of the other in the afterglow of their lovemaking. As his cock shrank, he slid out of her, grabbing the edge of the bedspread and pulling it over them. “Do you realize we’re only on the middle of the bed?” he asked, looking around. “I think I love this king sized bed.” “I love you.” she said, kissing the tip of his nose. With a grin, she reached for a pillow and pretended to swing at him, laughing as he ducked. Instead, she slid it under head. “Aren’t you going to grab a pillow?” She asked. With a wicked grin, he nodded, then lowered his head to her breast, covering one nipple with his palm. “Grabbed me a pillow.” He laughed. Soon, his breathing turned regular, and she realized he was asleep. Yawning herself, she reached out, grabbing another nearby pillow and pulling it close. After all, she might need it when she woke up.... who said the pillow fight was over? Pregnant! #1 “I feel like a beached whale!” she moaned, struggling to get comfortable in the bed. The hard lump in her belly decided to jump around and play, anytime she lay back, interrupting her rest. “I look like a beached whale, too!” “Nonsense.” The man reached over and draped his arm across the disgruntled woman, giving her a sleepy hug. “You’ve never been more beautiful.” “Oh, bullshit.” She grabbed his pillow away from him, stuffing it under her belly as she rolled on her side. For a moment, that was comfortable. “If I’m so beautiful, how come you never look at me anymore?” “Look at you?” He opened a sleepy eye, peering over at her. “I look at you all the time. You’re face is glowing, your hair is so luxurious, and your eyes, oh Honey, your eyes SHINE. And, of course, I love how pretty your breasts are. All big and swollen.” He waggled his eyebrows lasciviously. “I have never seen you any lovelier. Being pregnant is a wonderful thing.” “Hmmph!” He knew right away he’d said something wrong. “Then how come you’ve not touched me in a month?” she cried. “You don’t find me attractive anymore!” “Oh yes I do!” He squirmed closer, nuzzling her neck. “I was just trying to be considerate. I didn’t think you wanted to be touched. I mean, you didn’t even want me to rub cocoa butter on your stomach anymore, so I thought....” I didn’t want you to rub cocoa butter on my stomach, because the smell bothered me,” she answered. “I ALWAYS want you to touch me.” Smiling, he rolled back the covers, revealing her swollen body. In one month, their child would be ready to leave, ready to join them in this world. He watched her stomach move as his son (He was just sure it was a son, though he wouldn’t love a daughter any less.) kicked and punched his confining home. None of her night clothes fit anymore, so she wore an old flannel shirt of his, buttoned down only three buttons, her belly too big for the shirt to close around it. He reached up to unbutton the shirt, kissing the quivering mound that was her stomach. The shirt fell away, baring her beautiful breasts. Here again, her pregnancy had only improved on something already wonderful. The softness he loved so was now swollen heavy with milk, the nipples dark and extended, extra large. Long ago, he’d told her he would be the kind of husband who would want to share their child’s breakfast... and now he fastened his lips over one of the swollen buds, thrilling at how her body jumped at his touch. His cock was hard as a rock, throbbing, and the dribble of milk that came into his mouth only excited him more. She was moaning now, her nipples hypersensitive, his sucking nearly sending her over the edge. But then, she had always had very sensitive nipples, and he had always loved playing with them like this. 1 His mouth trailed down her belly; his tongue pressed flat against her skin. He was rewarded with a punch from the baby; obviously upset that Dad was interrupting his play time. His tongue dipped into the deep well that was her navel, already smelling the delightful muskiness of her sex. He let his fingers wander ahead of him, finding her pussy already wet and warm, just waiting for him. Well, he’d waste no time.... Two fingers slid deep into her, slipping easily in her juices. His tongue trailed down her belly, sliding down the slope to find her clit already hard and swollen. Tasting her was sheer heaven, having denied himself so long. And looking up, he could see her belly, looming over him. If he wasn’t careful, he’d find himself shooting his cum across the bed, and not where he wanted it to go. “Oh, my little baby, you really where hot, weren’t you?” He teased, feeling her pussy clutch at his fingers as her body quivered through an orgasm. If she had been wonderful to watch before, seeing her orgasm with her belly so full was magnificent! The way her breasts shook, the nipples blood red. Her stomach so heavy she couldn’t arch her back, the baby disliking Mom’s sudden movement, shifting her stomach in the opposite direction. “You are beautiful. You should be pregnant all the time.” “No way,” she managed, raising herself to her elbows. “YOU be pregnant. See how you like it.” “I wish I could be,” he replied wistfully, rubbing his hands across her belly. Her foot rubbed against the underside of his cock, a wicked smile on her face. “You ever gonna get around to using this, Daddy?” she asked. “Yes Ma’am.” He folded the blankets up, sliding them under her hips, raising her off the bed. Now he could kneel on the bed; sliding his cock into her waiting pussy without pressing down on her stomach. Which he did, watching the lust in her face as he entered her. “This is the best,” he said, his cock buried deep inside her; his hands free to roam her stomach, her breasts. Each stroke made her gasp; her breasts heaving, the walls of her pussy trying to pull his cock deeper inside. Crying out her name, he sent a load of cum up to her womb, to his son or daughter. What delightful torture, forcing himself to keep pumping in and out of her before he lost his erection. The feeling of her climaxing around his semi-erect cock almost sent him into unconsciousness. Together they lay on the bed, spent. She smiled softly. “I guess that does prove you love me,” she murmured. “Good.” He smiled back. Her belly lunged out at him. “And I love you too, sprout,” he said, rubbing the hard lump. Laughing, they drifted off into sleep. Pregnant! #2 Mmmm... the bathtub called to me, inviting me to sink into the warm water and give my aching back a break. “One day, when I am rich and famous, I will design my own bathtub,” I muttered, wishing the tub to be twice as large as it actually was. Oh, to have the warm water completely cover me! To be able to get my legs and body in the water all at one time! To float, with no weight at all. Well, Daryll couldn’t understand why I wanted to spend all my time in the tub. Being eight months pregnant, the tub was one of the few places I felt comfortable. Besides, being naked felt wonderful. My clothing always felt tight, and everything rubbed against my hypersensitive nipples. The constant abrasiveness of my clothing drove me crazy. Maybe I should walk around the house topless. Laughing at the crazy thought, I picked up the soap, working up a good lather in my hands. Oh, how slick my hands felt, running across my swollen breasts, down the hard lump in my belly. As miserable as I felt, I also felt incredibly wonderful. What a paradox! Every nerve in my body seemed alive, and I was hornier than I’d ever been. My soapy hands reached the burning spot between my legs, and I sighed, rubbing my clit gently, stroking my desire. The whole idea of being pregnant was exciting to me. Daryll liked to stroke my stomach, feeling the baby kick against his hand. He felt it erotic, our baby, growing inside me. When we made love, he fancied that made him closer to the baby, his sperm spreading into my womb where the baby was. I loved it when he stiffened against me, pouring his seed deep into my belly. It was yet another way he told me he loved me, and I welcomed him. I felt it erotic, the baby growing inside me. That our love had led to this little life, this little person who was part of me and part of him, made me want to couple with Daryll again and again. I rubbed my clit harder, feeling the build up, knowing I would climax soon. But I didn’t want this empty climax. I wanted to feel Daryll inside me. Rinsing off quickly, I let the water out, and managed to work my way out of the tub. Ordinarily, I would have put on something slinky and danced my way into his pants, but I wasn’t exactly made for slinky right now. I laughed, resting my hand on my belly. None of my lingerie would fit over this bump. My maternity clothes were NOT sexy. I came upon an idea while drying my hair. Soon I was ready, feeling very glamorous and beautiful. And Horny! “Hey big boy!” I said, leaning in the doorway to the den. “Wanna get lucky?” “Hello, Honey!” he said, jumping up. Excitement glittered in his eyes. Well, it wasn’t every day his very pregnant wife adopted a sexy pose in his doorway, completely nude. I reached a hand up to cup my breast, feeling very wanton and very sexy. The growing bulge in his pants made it obvious that my chosen outfit had the effect I wanted. 1 “Am I a lucky man or what?” he asked, pulling me into his arms. Our baby disliked such tight embraces, apparently doing its best to push Daddy away by kicking him, but that only strengthened my desire. Of course, Daryll’s hands squeezing my ass, had a lot to do with my increasing desire. I steered him back to the couch, surprising him with this initiative. Not that I was inclined to be shy, but of late, I felt too tired to cook, much less seduce him. Given my great girth, I couldn’t fall gracefully onto the cushions. He had to help lower me down, which made us both laugh hysterically. “I guess my Mata Hari days are over,” I joked. “Oh no!” He buried his face between my breasts, growling deep in his throat. I jerked as he began to rub my nipples between his fingers, waves of almost unbearable pleasure spiraling from his touch. Where the rubbing of the clothing was annoying, his manipulation only flamed my desire. When his mouth closed around my nipple, I almost fainted. My body responded, the first waves of an orgasm spreading through my body. “Wow,” I said, when I could breathe again. I had heard that some women could orgasm from nursing. I never thought it would be me. Daryll seemed awfully impressed, spreading my legs to check this out first hand. Forcing his face between my thighs, he began licking at my pussy, doing his puppy dog routine. Long licks, loud licks, the kind that made me squirm. His stubbly cheeks scraped the insides of my thighs, driving me even crazier. “Oh, Daryll!” He pulled my legs over his shoulder, driving his tongue up in my pussy as far as he could. The orgasm this time was stronger, longer lasting. I had to hold my stomach while I rode out each wave, the baby not liking to be disturbed by Mommy like this. “Aren’t you ready yet?” I asked, moving my legs off his shoulder so he could stand. I left my legs spread wide; if I was going to be wanton, I may as well do a good job of it. “I need you to fuck me.” “Yes Ma’am.” He dropped his pants, his erection sticking straight out. While I ordinarily didn’t get excited by the sight of a man’s penis, I did love to see Daryll’s erection, knowing that I was the cause of it. “Maybe you should lie on the coffee table,” he said, eying my big belly. “I think that will work better.” I blushed, but I was used to having to make concessions to my stomach. Of course, laying down made the baby more active, but I didn’t care. Right now I needed to feel Daryll’s hard shaft inside me, and would do what I needed to do to get it. He helped me lie back on the table, kneeling at the end of the table between my legs. Planting a big kiss on my belly, he slid inside me. 2 I can never describe the delight I feel when my man enters me. The need, the itch, if you will, deep inside, is finally scratched, stroked, but as satisfying as it is, it makes you burn for more. Each stroke made me crazier; squirming with delight. Anywhere he touched, my skin burned; the pleasure and desire spiraling back to where our bodies joined. And when the climax comes, the satisfaction of having his hardness inside kills the itch, quenches the need. I feel my body clenching him, pulling him deep, milking his cock to complete the whole process. Groaning, calling my name, he collapsed on me, resting his head on my belly. As though on cue, the baby pushed at his head, my stomach suddenly distorting before my eyes. “You are some kind of woman,” he whispered, ignoring the baby. I smiled; my body finally relaxing. Twisting my hands into his hair, we lay together; enjoying the way our bodies felt against one another, the delight of flesh against flesh. The baby even seemed to quiet down; accepting finally that Mommy had a life, too. My back even felt good, laying against the hard table. Closing my eyes; I drifted off to sleep, feeling content. Prelude to a Weekend Going away. They were going away for the weekend. Ah, but what to pack? She pulled out her tote bag, one ear still alert for the ringing of the phone. As soon as he finished a few things at work, they were going to a quaint little town on the lake, to a hotel room, alone. He was going to call her to let her know when. Tucking the towel tightly around her, she perused her closet. Her hair was still damp from the bath, her skin still flushed from the warm water. What should she wear for the trip down? So many decisions! Well, she’d need a dress for when they went out to eat. She knew exactly which one she’d take. A cute little black dress, low cut, with a slit up the back of the dress that bordered on indecent. Ah, low cut was the wrong way to describe this dress. The front of the dress was open to the waist, overlapping material that, if she moved wrong (or right, as the case may be) would part to show the lacy, see through bra she wore underneath. The bra itself was one he had yet to see. Sheer across the top of the cups, her nipples showed through clearly, which should drive him absolutely insane. She giggled as she packed the bra and dress into the bag. This was just the warm up! But what lingerie should she take? There was still the see through baby doll he’d picked for her on Sweetest Day. He had yet to see her in that one, and the little sheer panties would go nicely with the with the bra under the black dress. And the teddy with the removable bra cups. He really liked that one. An assortment of stockings, since fingernails and his teeth had been known to make the sheer nylon run so easily. She shuddered, remembering how he liked to nibble up the back of her long legs. Up one leg, stopping at her wet pussy to lick and suck and generally drive her crazy, then back down the other leg. Oh yes. Several pairs of stockings. The phone rang. She threw herself across the bed to reach it, breathlessly answering hello. “Hello yourself, you sexy thing, you.” He said, chuckling. “I just wanted to let you know I am almost done. About another hour, or so.” “An hour?” She glanced at the clock, marking the time in her head. “I should be done with my packing by then.” “Packing?” His voice lowered a notch. “And just what might you be packing? Something sexy, I hope!” “Oh you know. A suit of armor, a chastity belt. The usual.” “Hey now! Don’t tease me like that. That’s cruel!” He groaned. “Well, as long as I get the key, you can wear the chastity belt.” “How about if I told you I was packing sheer, slinky things, designed to torment you, and make your cock throb when you see me?” “YES!” He cried. “Like it is right now! How am I going to finish all this work when I’m thinking of you dressed in sheer and slinky things?” “Oooh. Sounds like a problem all right. I know!” She said, making her voice purr. “Just imagine me, on my knees, under the desk, sucking on you hard cock while you work.” “Honey.....” “My mouth, sliding up and down on the shaft, my tongue licking across the head, tasting the pre-cum.... Would you like that?” His groan was answer enough. “Well, I suppose I should let you get back to work. Try not to think about me sucking on your cock while you’re working.” “You are evil, you know.” He laughed before he hung up. She dropped the phone back in its cradle, then rolled over on her back. She was so horny right now, and she didn’t need to touch her pussy to know it was already wet. Who knows? When they made it to the hotel room, she might rip his clothes off, instead of him attacking her! He found her, asleep on the bed, her long legs sprawled apart, the towel having opened as she dozed. He started to wake her, then stopped himself, letting his eyes roam across her soft body, devour her curves. His cock was growing hard again, begging to be released from his now tight slacks. Falling to his knees, he began to lick her clit, his fingers spreading her pussy lips wide. She squirmed, her eyes fluttering open. “Honey? You’re home... What?” She arched her back, pressing her wet cunt into his face. “Oh my!” “I came home and found this nice surprise,” he began, unzipping his slacks and letting his straining cock free. “I can’t begin to tell you how delightful this is, seeing that you’re all prepared for our little get away this weekend.” He pushed his cock into her waiting pussy an inch at a time, until he was completely inside her. He paused, his hands covering her breasts, rubbing in circles over the hard nipples. Her legs came up, wrapping around his waist. “I guess I fell asleep while I was waiting for you.” She whispered. “I’m glad.” He began to slowly pump in and out of her, pulling his cock almost completely out of her pussy before pushing it back in. “Sort of a prelude to our weekend. I love it!” She covered his hands with hers as they covered her breasts, pushing his palms down on her nipples. He began to pick up the speed as he fucked her, her back arching, her pussy quivering- They came together, panting, sweating, collapsing on the bed with laughter. “Okay.” He said finally, sitting up, and pulling her up with him. “Time to get dressed. Let’s go.” His tongue flicked out and licked her nipple. “I can’t wait to get you alone in the hotel and continue our weekend!” Puzzled? Cold, foggy days made them both want to stay inside. Today was no exception, though they disagreed about how to spend the day. She perched at her computer, fingers tapping out the great American novel, and he opted to break out a 5000 piece jigsaw puzzle. “Come on!” He urged, watching her from his spot in the dining room. “You know you want to help me. Take a break.... come help me!” “Hmph!” She tried to look stern, but failed, making him laugh. “You nag me all the time about my writing, and now that I am writing, you want me to stop?” “Nag? Me?” He paused, looking for a piece with a window frame and a red flower. He found it, fitting it into place. “ I do want you to write. I want to see you finish this book of yours. But I think you should take a break.” “Maybe later.” “Hon-eeee.” He jumped up and moved to stand behind her, his fingers massaging her shoulders. He felt her tense up at his touch, then relax, Sliding his hands under her hair, he eased the kinks from her neck, not even noticing when her fingers fell from the keyboard as she relaxed under his ministrations. “I just thought it would be fun to work the jigsaw together.” She sighed, though he knew it was just for show. “I thought you wanted to be married to the most successful and talented writer in the world.” She teased. “Nope.” He bent over, kissing her at the base of her neck, just where he knew it would drive her crazy. “Nope. Just you.” “Oh!” She jumped out of her chair, playfully swatting him. He laughed, moving safely away. “Come on, baby. Let’s puzzle this out together.” She groaned, but followed him to the table, moving to the opposite side of the puzzle from him. He found it a bit disconcerting that she could work the puzzle upside down, but having her on the other side of the table had .... other rewards. He smiled as she leaned across the table to grab the box that showed the what the puzzle was supposed to look like, his eyes feasting on the swell of her breasts that appeared through the scoop neckline of her shirt. “What are you grinning about?” She asked suspiciously. He only shook his head, searching the puzzle pieces to avoid laughing. They worked in silence, snapping the pieces in, watching the picture slowly fill out. “I can’t find this piece.” He said. She looked where he pointed. It was a reflection of the cabin in the water, murky browns, and he had a large selection of almost-fitting pieces at his elbow. “I can find it.” She announced with complete confidence. “Hah!” He doubled his efforts, forgetting to sneak the little peaks down her shirt. Their hands collided several times as they tried to fit pieces into place, anything that might possibly belong there. “It’s not here!” He announced. “Oh, yes it is.” She smirked, the piece she was trying almost fitting. “And I will find it before you do.” “No you won’t.” “Wanna bet?” He nodded. “Loser does the dishes.” “Nah... Loser has to do a strip tease for the winner.” She stuck her tongue out. “An invitation, eh?” He said, making his voice deep and husky. “I’ll let you use that tongue... after we finish the puzzle.” If he expected a comeback, he wasn’t disappointed. With a slow grin, she pulled the shirt over her head, dropping it on the floor. Her nipples showed clearly through the blue lace on her bra, her skin white against the dark material. “You are not playing fair.” He said. “Why, whatever do you mean?” She raised an eyebrow at him, leaning down on the table to peruse the pieces, knowing he would watch how her breasts jiggled as she moved. “I thought you would like me to take my shirt off. It’s easier than trying to peer down my shirt every time I move.” “But not as much fun.” He pouted. He stood, stretching. “Do you want anything to drink? I’m heading to the kitchen.” “No thanks.” She popped another piece into place, one she’d noticed while looking for the missing piece. “But I’ll find the piece while you’re gone.” “I don’t think so.” He whispered, coming around behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, cupping her breasts in his hands. “You’re making it hard for me to work on the puzzle.” She whispered. “Like you made it hard for me.” He whispered in her ear, emphasizing the word hard. And she could feel his hardness, pressing into her hip, so she squirmed back against him, making him groan with pleasure. “I love it when you tease me like this.” He nipped at her ear, sucking on the earlobe while he continued to massage her breasts. “But then, you know that, don’t you?” “Me?” She asked innocently. His finger had slipped into her bra, teasing the nipple to a stiff peak, making it quite difficult to think. “You think I deliberately try and make you hard? Surely you must be mistaken!” He growled deep in his throat, his free hand moving down her stomach, sliding into her jogging pants. “Lacy panties.” He observed, pushing them out of his way to stroke her shaved pussy lips. He used just enough pressure to stimulate her clit, feeling her juices start to flow. Letting his finger slip between the soft lips, he stroked the length of her pussy, listening to her breathing change, feeling her body start to shake as he teased her clit to erection. Lowering her head to the table, she surrendered her body to his talented hands, caught between the intense pleasure in her pussy and the sweet manipulation of her nipple. He was vicious, teasing her, bringing her right to the brink of orgasm, then backing off, leaving her panting from need and desire. “Please, Sweetie.... please....” “Mmmm.... begging. I like that.” He licked the back of her neck, laughing as she shivered. “How about telling me how much you want my cock inside of you?” “Please!” She banged her forehead on the table, her hair flying wildly. “Please let me cum. Don’t torture me this way!” She pleaded. “Please!” “Now... is that what I told you to say?” “Augh!” She pressed her hips back, trying to rub against his hand. “Please! I want you to fuck me.... okay? I want to feel you deep inside me. - OH!” Her body convulsed as her orgasm started, her legs buckling so she fell against the table. Her smell and her motions made his cock throb. Letting her ride out the orgasm, he sipped her pants off, kicking them out of the way. She still leaned on the table, panting heavily. He ran his hands around her smooth ass, wanting to plunge his hard cock into her now. “Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?” He asked, pulling her into his arms. Kissing her hair, her shoulders, he gently turned her around so she faced him, laying her back on the table. “I want to make love to you.” He whispered, kissing her collar bone. “I want to see the lust on your face while my cock slides in and out of you. I want to see the desire in your eyes when you look at me.” He rubbed the head of his cock in her wet slit, seeing her jump when it touched her throbbing clit. “You’re messing up the puzzle, you know.” She scolded. But her eyes were bright, the look on her face saying all he wanted and more. Easing his weight forward, he slipped inside of her, feeling her slickness surround his cock, drawing him in. He sighed, leaning down to lock his lips on hers, penetrating her body again, this time with his tongue. Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around him, raising her hips for deeper penetration. Flexing the muscles on her pussy so they clamped around his cock, she laughed as he groaned. “Maybe I should make you beg more often.” She whispered. “You wouldn’t do that.” She smiled. “Try me.” Her eyes sparkled mysteriously. She reached out and tugged at his nose, making him laugh with her. He began to move slowly, listening to the sounds their bodies made together, listening to her breathing, watching their passion play across her features. She loved the way he looked down at her, the way his eyes sparkled, and all the little noises he made. “You have to wait for me.” He told her, pausing again to kiss her. “Don’t cum without me.” “Beast.” She bit her bottom lip, trying to conquer her body’s reactions. She hated it when he did this.... as much as he enjoyed it. “I can’t wait... I can’t.” She couldn’t, he knew that. Her cry as she climaxed sent him over the edge, and he collapsed on her. “Hey!” He said, when he could breath normally again. “You’re messing up the puzzle!” He pulled away from her, Helping her sit up. “Look at that... you have puzzle pieces all over your back.” “Puzzle pieces all over your back.” She mocked. He brushed them away, making sure to hit all her ticklish spots as he did. “Hey!” He cried, grabbing one piece from the pile on the table. He leaned across the table, plugging it into the exact spot they’d been searching and searching to fill. “You owe me a strip tease.” “Well, you’ll be waiting a long time for that, buddy.” She retrieved her clothes, heading for the hallway. “I’m going to take a long, hot shower, and spend the rest of the day in bed, reading. You can get your own dinner.” He crowed, starting to flip the upset pieces face up. “I’ll finish the puzzle, and then you’ll owe me a second strip tease. So haha.” She paused a moment, then dropped her clothes on the floor and came back to his side. Pressing her body against him, she ran her hand down his chest, his stomach, until she wrapped her fingers around his cock lovingly. “I said, I’m taking a long, hot shower, then spending the afternoon on bed.” Her breasts fell heavy on his arm, and she kissed his jaw, sliding her lips around to kiss his. “Are you sure you really want to stay out here and work on the puzzle?” His cock was growing hard in her hand.... and the feel of her skin on his was more than enough to make him forget the puzzle. “A shower sounds great. Shall we go?” Smiling, she turned and led the way to the bathroom. A long, hot shower, especially the type she had in mind, would make him want to take a long nap. And while he was sleeping, she would sneak down and finish the puzzle. And then we’d see who had to do a strip tease..... Shaving Cream Warm, wet bodies pressed against each other, lips locked in a passionate kiss. Soapy hands slid across bare skin, touching, exploring, making them laugh as they enjoyed each other. All too soon the water turned cold, and they ducked out of the shower, shivering. “We’ve still got an hour or two before we have to leave.” He whispered. “Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?” “Mmmm....” She shook her head, wrapping a towel around her wet body. “I need to shave my legs before we leave.” “No you don’t. Wear slacks.” He tugged at the hem of the towel. “I’ve got a better use for those legs of yours....” “Wrapped around your waist, I’ll bet.” She smiled, pushing him towards the door. “No, no, no. Out!” “Hoooonnnnneeeeey!” He whined. “Maybe I could help you shave your legs.” She stopped, looking at him quizzically. “Do you really want to?” “Well... yeah.” He grinned. “Rubbing shaving cream all over your legs, helping you take it off..... I think it would be fun.” It was settled. He helped her up on the counter, running warm water into the sink. She giggled as he shook the can of shaving cream, squealing as he began to cover to her right leg with the white foam. “That’s too much!” She cried as he covered her skin with huge blobs of shaving cream. “Nah... It’s just right.” The can clattered on the counter, his fingers tracing a pattern through one of the blobs on her leg. Lifting her leg, he balanced her foot on his chest, and then ran his hands through the shaving cream, smearing a thick coat across her skin. He could feel the tightness of the muscles in her leg, and he couldn’t help but stare at the delightful view he had between her parted legs. “Uhm, I think you could start the actual shaving process now.” She laughed. “Hush, woman.” He growled, squeezing her thigh between his hands. “This is an art. I have to get the proper balance here, before I begin shaving. Do you think I’m some rank amateur at this?” His fingers continued up her thigh, smearing the shaving cream across her pussy lips. “Do I get to shave here, too?” “No.” She paused. “Maybe. Let’s see how well you handle the leg, first.” He grinned, taking the razor off the counter. Starting at the top of her thigh, he dragged the blade down to her knee, watching as the path of skin appeared under the frothy white. He felt his cock twitch, and he rinsed the razor in the sink. Pass after pass revealed more of her leg, her cock growing harder with each stroke. “I see you’re really enjoying this.” She said, rubbing the toes of her left foot across his hard cock. “Be careful when you shave around the knee and ankle area.” She warned him, ignoring his groans as she teased his erection. “And the shin bone. Very easy areas to get kicked.” “Yes ma’am.” He saluted, then returned to his task. Finishing the first leg, he moved to the second, again taking his time to massage the shaving cream into the skin, before he began to shave her leg. “Done!” He announced, rinsing the razor for the last time. “Unless I get to shave your sweet pussy, too.” She paused once again, then nodded. Leaning back on the counter, she spread her legs wider, trying not to jump as he spread the thick foam on her sensitive skin. “My, my.” He said, a finger sliding between the lips. “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s a bit excited.” He smeared the wetness he found there outward, mixing it with the shaving cream. With great care, he brought the razor down, cleaning the skin. “So soft.” He whispered, his fingers stroking the bare skin. She shivered at his touch, arching her back as he continued to stroke her. “Please.” She whispered. “Make love to me.” His answer was to pull her to the edge of the counter, opening the towel. His mouth latched on to her nipple, flicking the hard nub with his tongue. Her legs wrapped around his waist, his hardness trapped between their bodies. Her breathing changed, becoming faster. With a groan, he slipped his cock inside her, plunging deep into her soft wetness. She let out a groan, squeezing her legs around him to draw him in deeper. For a moment, he didn’t move, and she enjoyed the feeling of his hard cock filling her up. “You made me so hot when you were massaging my legs.” She told him, as he slowly began to pump in and out of her. “You make me feel so good.” “Good.” He kissed her collar bone, her neck, her shoulders, trailing his tongue across her skin. His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs rubbing her nipples. Feeling her muscles tense, he pulled her tight against him, holding her as she began to climax. Thrusting deep, he let her clutching pussy muscles milk his cock, his cum spurting deep into her belly. “So ma’am.” He said after a moment. “Do I qualify for the position as official putter-oner of shaving cream?” “Yes, indeed.” She kissed him on the nose. “But the job isn’t done yet.” “No?” She shook her head. “After I shave my legs, I have to apply lotion. And it seems to me that since you did such a good job of applying the shaving cream, you should be able to handle lotion. Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?” He grinned, helping her off the counter. “I think I’m in heaven.” Sick in Bed He’d come home from work Friday with the sniffles; now he was truly sick. She fretted and fussed over him, fluffing his pillows, feeding him chicken soup. His fever alarmed her, and she wasted to take him to the doctors, but he wouldn’t hear of it. “Maybe you should sleep on the couch.” He said that evening, pausing to sneeze. “So you don’t get sick.” “Nonsense!” She climbed into bed beside him, arranging her pillows. “I’m sure I’m already exposed to whatever germs you have, so don’t worry about me. Now you get some sleep.” He lay back, tossing and turning as he tried to get comfortable. “Come here, sweetie.” She said, shifting closer to him. Guiding his head to her breast, she made him comfortable, and at last he found peace against her. Wrapping her arms around him, she stroked his forehead until he was deep asleep. His fever broke around four a.m. He awoke, his head beginning to clear, feeling so much better. He could feel the softness of her breast beneath his head, the warmth of her body against him. Pulling her closer to him, he closed his eyes and went back to sleep. When next he awoke, he knew he’d beaten the cold. In fact, he felt so much better that he took a moment to appreciate his sleeping arrangements. Moving his hand up along her side, he cupped her breast through the thin cotton fabric of her nightgown. By shifting his body slightly, he brought his mouth down around the nipple, feeling it grow hard as soon as he began to suck on it. Letting his hand slide back down her soft body, he moved under the blanket, finding the hem of her nightgown and raising it to her belly. His palm covered her pussy completely, and he held it possessively for a moment, then parted the soft lips, slipping a finger between them. Rubbing against her clit softly, he continued to suck on her breast, waiting for her to awaken. Awaken she did, with a soft moan, her hand rising to hold his head against her breast. Her pussy grew wet under his attention, and he began to slowly move his finger in and out of her. “You must be uncomfortable, having me sleeping on you like that.” He said at last, rolling over on his back. “Now. maybe, you’d like to lay on me?” She didn’t miss the grin in his voice, and, rubbing her hand against his cock, the excitement she heard there, either. Rolling over, she straddled him, his hands on her hips, guiding her down on his hard cock. Gasping with pleasure, she began rocking her hips, hands on his broad chest to steady herself. He reached up and cupped her breasts, laughing at the wet fabric on the one side, pinching and teasing the nipples. Shaking and shuddering, she entered her orgasm, and the sensations of her pussy spasming around his cock brought him to his orgasm as well. “I see you’re feeling better.” She observed, then began sneezing. “Tsk, Tsk.” He muttered, his hand feeling the fever in her forehead. “I see you’ve taken ill. Guess you’ll have to stay in bed all day.” He grinned, his hands stroking the curve of her ass. “Guess I’ll have to stay in bed with you and keep you company.” That was just what they did, too. Snowed In “Uh, Sweetie... I don’t think we’re going out today.” He said, peering out the bedroom window. He motioned for her to join him. The view of the back yard was obscured by falling snowflakes, the world outside their warm little house a stark, glittering world of snow. “That’s at least six inches over night.” “Six inches?” She pulled herself out of bed, covering her beautiful body with the bed sheet. Shuffling across the floor, she pressed up against him, warmth against the cold view outside. “The weather report said chance of snow. Not blizzard!” He Dropped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. “I think we’re snowed in.” They stood for a moment, looking at the serene winter scene, then let the blind fall back into place. “Well.... Pook!” She said, disappointment showing clearly. “Now what are we going to do today?” He grinned, his hand slipping under the sheet to caress her left breast. “I can think of a few things.” He said, laughing. “Oh, stop it!” She pushed his hand away, squirming away from him. “Is that all you think about?” The grin on his face was all the answer she needed. “I just really wanted to get some things done today.” “I know.” He pulled her back into his arms, kissing her forehead. “Let’s get some breakfast and then we’ll see how the weather is for the rest of the day.” Releasing her, he headed for the bathroom. “Maybe we’ll just have a late start. Okay?” She nodded. Dropping the sheet, she slipped into her robe and headed to the kitchen to start the coffee. He came back in from shoveling snow, his cheeks red from the cold. “Are you sure you don’t want me to help? “ She asked, handing him a cup of cocoa. He nodded. The unmistakable odor of baking bread filled the house, his mouth watering. “I’m almost done. And I’d hate to see you freeze off that beautiful ass of yours.” He gave her a playful swat. “Well, you’re my hero!” She kissed his cheek, giving him a big hug. She felt the cold nylon of his coat through her flannel shirt, and she shivered. “I hate the cold!’ She complained. “But I love the effect it has on you.” He stared at the rising peaks that began to show through the flannel. “Your nipples are getting hard.” “Yeah, well...” She shrugged. Before she could stop him, he snaked his left hand up inside her shirt, his frozen fingers tweaking her bare nipple. “Oh!” She cried, pulling away. “You cretin!” He laughed, ducking back outside. “Love you!” He shouted. He never saw the snow ball until it smashed into the wall just over his head. “Ooopsie!” She said, standing on the porch, rolling a second snowball in her bare hands. She stepped forward, laughing. “Guess I should have aimed a little better.” “Why you....” PHLUMPH! A second snow ball splattered against his chest, her laughter echoing in his ears. “That’s it!” He cried, flinging the shovel aside. “You’re in trouble now!” She squealed, turning around and running for the door. He was faster, cutting off her escape route. She saw the snow ball he was shaping, his large hands creating a snow ball almost twice the size of hers. “No... You wouldn’t....” SPLAT! Snow splattered into her face as the missile crashed against her shoulder. The war was on! Snowballs flew rapid fire between them, their laughter echoing across the deserted street. The yard became criss-crossed with their tracks, as they ducked and dodged, trying to avoid the flying snow balls. “Enough is enough!” He practically tackled her, pushing her down in the soft snow. She screamed as he dumped a handful of snow down the front of her shirt. “See you inside!” He cried, jumping up and heading for the house. He had already wiggled out of the outdoor clothes when she came in, covered with snow. The look she gave him was not one of deep love and affection, and he stifled a laugh. “Can I help you out of those wet things?” He asked politely. Her boots flew off her feet, crashing into the corner. Her hair was filled with snow, her back and shoulders covered with the clinging white stuff. “Come here. Let me help you.” He began brushing the snow off her back, feeling her shiver periodically. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have knocked you in the snow. Forgive me?” “No!” “Honey!” He whined. Taking her hand, he led her to the bathroom, running the tub full of warm water as he helped her undress. Her wet clothing he dropped in a pile on the floor, enjoying the sight of her naked skin as she sank under the warm water. Ignoring his growing erection, he began to bathe her, scrubbing her back and shoulders, her long legs. He couldn’t resist caressing her breasts with his soapy hands, her hard nipples pressing into his palms. “Mmmmm....” She slid into the water, enjoying his touch. Encouraged, his hands slid down, under the water, sliding between her thighs to find her little love button. She moaned, her legs opening wider, her eyes closing. “That feels so good....” Two fingers probed inside her, his thumb massaging her clit while he began to piston in and out of her. She began squirming in the water, putty in his hands. Gasping, she came, her pussy clamping down around his fingers. His cock was throbbing, needing the feel of those silky walls around it, wanting to feel her hot, pulsing pussy surround him. The bath finished, he dried her with a soft towel, massaging her body from head to toe. Kneeling in front of her to dry her legs, he was overcome by the smell of her sex. Spreading her lips, he sucked on her hard clit, licking all her love juice hungrily. His cock begged to be released, and he could stand it no longer. “I have to have you now.” He told her. “I need you so badly.” He couldn’t wait to get to the bedroom. Unzipping his pants, his cock leapt out, the head red and swollen, wet with precum. Standing behind her, they faced the bathroom mirror, and he watched her face as he caressed her breasts, the sides of her body, his hands sliding to her waist. She bent over the counter, and he wasted no time, his hardness slipping easily into her wet pussy. One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her against him, his free hand stroking her clit as he banged her furiously. This was wild sex, hard and fast, and she was gasping with each thrust, crying out as her body was slammed with wave after wave of pleasure. Like his fingers had been, his cock was now surrounded by her pulsating pussy, and he pumped his seed deep inside her, holding her close as they both calmed down. Covering her shoulders with kisses, he released her, watching her body shiver with little after shocks from her orgasm. “I love you so much.” He whispered. She turned and kissed him, her tongue darting inside his mouth. “And I love you, you big jerk.” Her hand reached around him, pinching his bare ass. “I still owe you for the dunk in the snow.” She told him. He returned the pinch, smiling down at her. “And just what are you going to do to me?” He asked. “I don’t know.” She smiled wickedly, making it apparent that she knew exactly what she would do. “But for now, I suggest we spend the rest of the day in bed.” He grinned, following her to the bedroom. “I love being snowed in.” Snowed In: Day 2 He waited for the weather, smiling as the forecast called for an end to the snowstorm before morning. Yesterday had been fun, but so very exhausting! He grinned. There was just so much to get done. He had things to do, people to see, places to go..... “We should be back in business tomorrow. The weatherman says the storm ends tonight.” He said, sneaking up behind her as she washed the dishes. His arms snaked around her waist, hugging her. “Soup smells wonderful. Do you want me to help with anything?” “An end to the snow? Thank goodness!” She leaned back against him a moment, resting in his grip. “I hate being cooped up like this!” Thinking for a moment, she pointed at a stack of towels on the dryer. “Put those away for me?” “Sure.” He released her, pinching her ass and making her yelp. Laughing, he headed down the hallway with the laundry. She met him in the hallway as he was coming back. Silently, she pushed him back against the wall, falling to her knees before him. “Honey?” He asked, startled. Her hands fumbled with the zipper on his pants, pulling his flaccid cock out. He could feel the blood starting to flow, and he groaned as her warm mouth closed over the head, sucking gently. “Surprise!” She said, her mouth full. She was rewarded with a trickle of precum as the his cock swelled, filling her mouth. Bringing her right hand up, she caressed his balls, rolling them in the palm of her hand. Her tongue massaged the sensitive underside of his cock, stroking the velvet skin, listening to his happy groans. Teasing him, she drew her mouth off his cock, licking her lips to moisten them. She watched as more pre cum dribbled out, and she caught it with her tongue, eagerly tasting him, sucking the swollen red knob clean. As always, her own juices began to flow, her excitement building with his. Stifling a moan of her own, she fastened her lips around him once again, nibbling her way down his cock, and back up again. His fingers twisted into her hair, and he began to shake and shudder as he approached his orgasm. Pulling away from him a moment, she kissed the tip of his cock, then quickly popped a sliver of ice in her mouth. She had promised him she would get even for yesterday, for when he’d dunked her in the snow. Rolling the piece of ice around her mouth, she let it melt against her tongue, then slid her lips down the length of his shaft quickly. “Augh!” He jerked, the cold iciness of her mouth a shock to the sensitive nerve endings. He could feel her laughter around the head of his cock, her throat vibrating deliciously around his hardness. Before he knew it, he was pumping his seed down her throat, feeling her swallow quickly. “That was so mean!” He said, when he could talk again. She still knelt before him, laughter in her eyes. “You’re wonderful.” He said. “Thank you.” She accepted his hand to rise to her feet. “I’ve worked very hard to become so - Hey!” She cried, as he pushed her up against the opposite wall, his hands unbuttoning her shirt, freeing her breasts. He cupped his hands around them, rubbing his thumbs around the nipples to stiff peaks. Lowering his mouth, he licked the swell of her breasts, sliding it down between them. Covering every inch of the soft skin with his tongue, he nibbled and sucked, hearing her breathing change, listening as she began to whimper. Pressing his tongue flat, he teased her nipples, letting his hands slide down her body, under the waistband of her jogging pants, past her panties... BBZZZZTTTTT! The buzzer sounded in the kitchen. “Oh no.” She moaned, pushing away from the wall. “That’s the cake. I’ve got to go get it out of the oven” He let her go, following after he adjusted his clothing. She was just taking the cake out of the oven, resting it on the stove burners. He caught a glimpse of her hard nipple through the open shirt, still excited from his manipulations. Grabbing her around the waist again, he helped her up on the counter. “I think we can get rid of these.” He told her, pulling the sweat pants off. He could smell her unique odor as he lowered his mouth to her pussy, his tongue sliding around the crotch of her panties to plunge into her sweetness. He quickly found her hard clit, flicking his tongue across the swollen button, feeling her thigh muscles tighten as though she wanted to clamp them around him. Two fingers worked their way into her pussy, twisting around and around, making her squirm. She thrust her hips up to meet his probing fingers, and she began her to cum. Removing his hand, he replaced it with his semi-erect cock, her muscles drawing him deeper inside her. She felt so good, so soft around his hardness, he groaned. Her moans matched his, and she brought her thighs around his waist. They made love on the kitchen counter, first slow, then fast, then slow. Since he had so recently cum, he was able to remain hard longer, bringing her to an orgasm, then another. “Oh please!” She moaned, her body preparing for another burst of pleasure. “Please!” “Please what?” He asked, grinning down at her. Her answer was a sharp cry, her back arching off the counter. Cupping his hands over her breasts, he thrust one last time into her burning pussy, filling her belly with his cum. He touched her face, stroking her cheek, hesitant to break the physical contact between them. Bending down, they kissed, a long, passionate joining. “You are wonderful.” She told him. “Thank you. I’ve worked hard to become so.” He smiled, pushing the sweaty strands of hair off her face. “See? Being snowed in isn’t so bad. Was it really so terrible being cooped up with me?” She shook her head. “Maybe we’ll get lucky, and it will storm again tomorrow.” She grinned, a lazy smile he loved so. “Maybe.” She agreed. Spill The Wine “What’s all this?” He asked, closing the front door behind him. She stood before him, looking very sexy in a low-cut black dress, two glasses of white wine in her hands. She passed him one glass, smiling seductively. “I got the job.” She answered. “Great!” They clinked their glasses, each taking a sip of the chilled wine. He let his eyes roam her body, taking in the swell of her breasts, the wonderful curves he knew so well. “I’m proud of you!” “Thanks! And to celebrate.... a special dinner.” She went for a second sip of the wine, accidentally spilling it on the front of her dress. A wet stain appeared across her left breast, drops of wine rolling down the white flesh and into her dress. “Oh, shoot!” She placed her wine on the table. “I’d better go change.” “No!” He grabbed her, pulling her tight against him. Lowering his head, he licked the wine off the soft flesh of her breast, feeling her shudder. He let his lips travel down across the fabric, sucking the sweet wine from the fabric. He could feel the nipple harden as he sucked, and he couldn’t resist nibbling the hardened nub. “Spill any wine on the other side?” He asked. “Uh... I think so.” She was breathing hard now, her eyes bright. Her fingertip brushed the pointy nipple, rubbing the dry fabric. “I think there’s some right here.” He smiled, moving to suck the other nipple. His hands traveled down her sides, tugging her skirt over her hips. Pushing her panties to the side, he slipped a finger up inside her, feeling the wetness there. She moaned, grinding her hips. With one motion, he lifted her on the table, stepping between her thighs and unzipping he slacks. They moaned together as he entered her, her body spasming in an orgasm almost as soon as he’d begun. He kept sucking on her breasts, teasing her through the fabric. He made love to her slowly, running his hands under her clothing to touch the soft skin underneath. Again she came, her back arching off the table, her legs locking around him. He began thrusting harder, faster, and they climaxed together. He continued to kiss her neck and her shoulders, waiting for their bodies to calm down. “So much for the appetizer.” He said, sliding out of her. Taking her hand, he helped her down from the table, leading her toward the bedroom. “Time for the main course!” Stormy Weather She was sitting on the couch, staring out at the wild storm. The lightning flashed, showing her serene face, every ounce of her concentration on the fury of nature outside. He knew better than to talk to her when she was like this. Sitting on the sofa behind her, he kissed her hair, softly kissing the back of her neck. He felt her body shudder, and he traced her hairline with his tongue, nibbling on her ear lobe. Outside, the lighting flashed so close, the thunder sounded with it, shaking the windows. Reaching around, he unbuttoned her shirt slowly, pulling the soft fabric back over her shoulders, dropping it on the floor behind them. He traced the lacy edges of her bra, sliding the bra straps down her arms with his teeth. He could feel her nipples harden under his hands, and he pushed the bra out of the way, rubbing them between his thumb and forefinger. Letting his hands move down her sides, he undid her jeans, sliding his hands down under her lacy panties to feel the warmth down there. Hands on her hips, he helped her slide across the couch so she was on her knees, her eyes never once leaving the storm. He caressed the soft skin of her ass, running his fingers down to tickle the insides of her thighs. He loved the bright flashes of light that revealed her body to him, her skin pale against the night. Kissing her back, he hugged her to him, running his tongue down her spine. Sinking to his knees, he licked her wet pussy lips, tasting her sweetness. Sucking on her clit, he made her start to squirm, and he backed off before she reached her orgasm. Rising to his feet, he could hear her labored breathing, and any touch of his made her quiver. During another burst of thunder, he slipped his hard cock inside her, her gasp lost in the rumblings outside. She came almost immediately, pressing her face against the cold glass window, moaning. He began to stroke her clit as he continued to push into her, going faster and faster as the temper of the storm increased. With a cry, she climaxed again, and he followed immediately, pouring his seed into her, his body drained of strength. The storm quieted, almost disappearing as fast as it had arrived. She turned from the window and kissed him, her tongue darting deep into his mouth. “I adore thunder and lightning. That was wonderful.” She whispered, then headed for the bedroom. Surprise! She tossed and turned alone in their bed, missing the warmth of his body beside her. She hated sleeping alone, hated the trips he had to make for his job. Even hearing his voice on the phone wasn’t enough to relax her. His voice on the phone. She sighed, closing her eyes as she remembered his voice that night, how soft and sultry it was in her ear. His voice, describing all the things he wanted to do to her, all the many ways he wanted to make to love to her. She shivered at the memory, hugging his pillow to her breast. Phone sex was better than nothing, but it didn’t make up for actually having him here. Phone sex. Well, he missed her as much as she missed him. He’d be back in three days. Two nights. She sighed, forcing herself to go to sleep. How many times was she going to let the phone ring before she answered? He finally hung up, more disappointed than annoyed. Being away from her for three nights was torture; talking on the phone last night had at least allowed him to fall asleep. He sighed, holding the extra pillow to his chest. A hotel room could be fun, if he wasn’t alone... Of course, it was only a two and a half hour drive home. He could always drive home and .... no, he wasn’t that desperate. Closing his eyes, he willed himself to sleep. The hotel clerk smiled at the lovely lady across the counter from him, passing her the key to her husband’s room. He had more than enough imagination to figure out what she had on under that long rain coat. Or rather, what she didn’t have on. Her heels clicked against the tile floor as she walked away. Letting herself into the room, she locked the door behind her, sliding out of the raincoat before going any further. He loved her in black, he always said, so she was dressed in a black bustier, stockings, and black heels. Crawling across the bed, she kissed him as he awoke, smothering his cries of surprise with her mouth on his. “I missed you.” She said simply. He let his hands roam across the satiny bustier, the bare skin of her hips and thighs, and the wonderful feel of the stockings on her long legs. “I’ve missed you, too.” He answered. “What are you doing here?” She leaned back, letting him sit up. They both blinked as he turned on the light, the smile spreading across his face as he saw her. “You really must have missed me!” He said. She blushed, running her hand down his bare chest and under the blanket, wrapping her fingers around his erection. “I guess you missed me too.” She responded with a smile.. In one swift movement, he rolled her on her back and he was on top of her, kissing her. He slipped one leg between hers, rubbing his thigh against her hot pussy. His hard cock rested against her bare skin, and he kissed her harder, his tongue intertwining with hers. He could feel her nipples through the satin of the bustier, pressing into his chest. “I’m going to make love to you.” He whispered, running his tongue down the side of her throat. He sucked briefly on her collarbone, then kissed the swell of her breasts. With practiced fingers, he opened the snaps on the crotch of the bustier, running his thumb down her wet slit. Her moans were like music to him, and he wasted no more time, kneeling between her legs and sliding his hard cock into her without warning. She gasped, delighted, rocking her hips so he was completely inside her. She loved feeling full like this, feeling his hardness inside her. “Ohhh, honey,” she moaned, “make love to me. Fuck me.” He grinned, beginning to slowly piston in and out of her wet pussy. Grabbing her ankles, he pulled them up around his shoulders, rubbing the stockings with his hands. Oh, how he loved stockings on her sexy legs. He began to pump her harder, feeling her body begin to shake as she reached an orgasm. “I love you,” he said while she squirmed beneath him. “I love you.” He kissed the inside her knees, pressing his tongue against the stocking. He let his hands roam down her legs, over the tops of the stockings, against her bare skin. He squeezed her ass as he drove deeper into her, forcing himself to hold off from his own orgasm until she started her own. Groaning happily, he shot his cum deep inside her. He held her as they slept, her bare skin pressed against his as it should be. In the morning, he dressed quietly, leaving her asleep in the bed. He would call her later and make plans to have lunch with her. And tonight, he would have her again. He smiled. Life was good. The Box The box arrived second day air, addressed to her. Puzzled, she turned it over, looking for some clue as to who had sent it. A-ha... A lingerie company. Must have been meant for a surprise. A surprise? She pondered that a moment, her fingers poised to tear into the carton. Suppose she wasn’t supposed to have seen this, suppose he was going to give it to her for Sweetest Day. A glance at her watch showed her that he wouldn’t be home for at least three hours. Could she wait that long? She carried it up to their bedroom, dropping it on the bed and reaching for the phone. Dialing his number, she waited and waited, but got no answer. Frowning, she hung up the phone, still staring at the box. What should she do? Open it! A little voice whispered. Succumbing to temptation, she ripped into the cardboard, dumping the contents on to the bed. Satin and lace, brilliant colors; she gasped at the pile before her. Oh, but he had been busy! It took less than a minute to shed her clothes and to slip into the first of the lingerie. This was a rich purple satin nightshirt, with lace across the front, and high slits along the side. Her reflection in the mirror smiled back at her; she looked sexy. He would really like this sleep shirt, she knew, imagining his hands sliding across the satin on her ass, through the slits on the side to touch her bare flesh. And the way her nipples peeked through the lacy front would excite him to no end. Slipping out of the night shirt, she folded it up and set it aside. Next on the pile was a black baby doll. “Oh my.” She whispered, sliding it over her head. Could anything be more diaphanous? It had lace straps, and lace cups across the bra, but the rest of it was completely see through. Even the little matching panties were sheer, her hairless pussy lips showing. She shivered, feeling her excitement growing. This was worse than being naked. It felt as though she were dressed, but as she could see herself in the mirror, everything was plainly visible. Of course, if she was excited by this, he should go crazy when he saws her in it. Oooh, little panties like this would make him want to eat her out through them. It was something he’d talked about in the past, her wearing a pair of sheer panties as he licked her clit. Of course, he would be tempted to suck her nipples through the lace, his cock growing so hard..... Better change before she got this outfit wet. Blushing, she picked up the next outfit, a black teddy. Well, that was odd. She had several teddies, so what made this special? Shrugging, she tried it on, deciding against trying on the red stockings or the fishnet stockings that were with it. Better she leave the stockings for him. It was a beautiful teddy, lots of lace and satin. The high cut on the thighs made her legs look even longer, but the bra was a bit uncomfortable. It had a strange underwire.... running her fingers along the wire, she thought she felt a hole. It was torn! Too bad, she thought. But the hole seemed weird. Realizing what it was, she gripped the satin cup of the bra, pulling it off the underwire. As she thought, there was the unmistakable sound of Velcro separating. Tear away bra cups. Oh my! Her breasts were completely exposed, pushed up and out by the teddy. How delightfully wicked. He would have so much fun with this! Hmm.. she could wear this under the black dress she planned to wear to dinner tonight. The fishnet stockings would be a reminder to him all night about what she wore underneath. And when they got home, she could slip out of the dress, and he could amuse himself. Oh yes, this had possibilities.... The last gown she had to try on was immediately her favorite. Emerald green, her favorite color, it was a long gown, satin and lace. Very feminine, very sexy. Slipping it over her head, she shivered as it slid down her body, falling almost to her ankles. The lace left her shoulder almost bare, and her imagination supplied an image of him standing behind her, kissing her shoulders, licking the back of her neck. Closing her eyes, she saw him lying her back on the bed, sliding the gown up over her hips, the material bunching on her stomach. Poised between her legs, he slowly brings his hard cock down to rub against her pussy lips, teasing her, then slowly, oh so slowly, sliding into her wet pussy. Her breathing was coming faster now. Her eyes flew open, staring into the mirror. The hands on her breasts were real, the lips kissing her shoulders were his and not some fantasy. “You’re home!” She cried. “I came home early, and look what I found!” He chuckled in her ear, his hands giving her breasts a good squeeze. “You look so beautiful. What were you thinking, standing here with your eyes closed like that?” His fingers pinched her nipples, making her gasp. “Were you thinking about me?” “Uh-huh.” “About me, seeing you in this sexy lingerie?” “Uh-huh.” “About me making love to you while you’re wearing this sexy lingerie?” “Oh, yes!” He laughed, pulling her towards the bed. Laying her down, he slid his hands along her legs, pushing the satin gown up over her hips. “Well, then, my lady, allow me to fulfill your little fantasy.” He leaned over, kissing her stomach. “Happy Sweetest Day.” The Letter The letter arrived Friday, at work. She recognized his writing immediately. My Dearest, I want to make love to you. This weekend, I have arranged for us to go away. I have arranged for a hotel room, a suite, and you need bring only yourself. You will not have to worry about housework, or about cooking. You will not have to worry about the concerns of your job. In fact, this weekend, you need not worry about anything. I will take care of you. I will pamper you. I will spoil you. I will love you. If you choose, you may spend the entire weekend in the bathtub. Soak in the warm water, and I will come and scrub your back. I will massage your shoulders, kiss your neck. I will wash your beautiful body from head to toe, then dry your skin with the softest towels. I will feed you grapes and cheese and cookie dough ice cream. I will feed myself the sweet juices of your pussy, my tongue dedicated to bringing you pleasure. How many times will you cum this weekend, I wonder? My head, between your thighs, lapping up the honey that pours from you. My tongue will know every inch of your body. The length of your spine, the shadow of you your shoulder blades. Down the crack of your ass, licking your ass hole. The inside your thighs, the backs of your knees. The swell of your calves, the sole of your foot. Shall I nibble on your toes? Up the front of your long legs, stopping again to sample the very sweetness of your cunt. Across your stomach, your navel, up to your beautiful breasts. Sucking on your nipples, on your whole breast. Licking the hard collar bone, your shoulders, down your arms. First one arm, all the way to the fingers, then across you body again to the other arm. Licking your neck, sucking on your ear lobes. My tongue plunging onto your ear. And yes, my dear, I will make love to you. My cock gets so very hard thinking of you, thinking of your body beneath me. I want to show you how hard you make me, and to slip that hardness deep inside you, sliding in your wet pussy, oh so slowly. And when you writhe and moan beneath me, I will hold you against me, your excitement making me harder, making me want you more. You will have to come at least twice before I shoot my cum deep inside you. At least twice, because I doubt I can hold back the third time your pussy begins to milk my cock. The exquisite pressure of your wet pussy on my cock will make me cum, my body exhausted, drained. I will hold you after we make love, my arms around you, feeling your softness in my arms, and I will rejuvenate, growing hard again, ready to pleasure you all night long. You need only tell me what you want, my love, for this weekend, I will make you feel good. Attached are the directions and the room number of the hotel I am waiting. I love you. Folding the letter shut, she closed her eyes, trying to bring her breathing under control. Just reading the letter had made her pussy wet. A glance at the clock told her she had three hours before the end of the day. Sighing, she tucked the letter into her bra, over her heart. This would be a weekend to remember. She couldn’t wait. The Long Drive Home It had been a fun weekend, but now it was time to head home. It would be a long drive, and since he had driven the long distance on Friday, she would drive home. Truth be told, she liked interstate driving, liked the quiet of the highways between the cities. Pop the sunroof out, put on some tunes, and zoom... she was on her way home. They had scarcely reached the edge of the city, and he was already dozing, one hand resting on her thigh. She glanced over at him and smiled, thinking, as always, how sweet he looked when he was asleep. Singing softly with the tunes on the radio, she continued to drive. All too soon the daylight faded, and weariness began to creep in. They were still more than an hour away from home, and, though she didn’t want to stop, she began looking for a good place to stop for coffee. Instead of that, she turned the music a bit louder, nodding her head with the beat. He came awake with the music, his hand squeezing her soft thigh. “Tired, honey?” He asked, his voice drowsy. “Want me to take over?” “I’m okay. Just tired of sitting so long.” As soon as she spoke, his hand moved to her shoulder, gently massaging the kinks out of her shoulders. She sighed contentedly, letting her head fall back against the headrest a moment. “Feel good, honey?” He asked. “Mmm-hmmm.” Tipping her head back up, she returned her concentration to her driving. His fingers continued to gently massage, the two of them sitting in silence. He slipped his fingers into her shirt, continuing to rub and scratch her shoulders. “No bra?” He asked, his fingers sliding across bare skin. “Nope. Not on a long drive like this.” She answered. A quick glance out the back window showed that they were relatively alone on the road. Grinning, he reached over and began unbuttoning her shirt, ignoring her questions. Twisting a little in his chair, he reached through the open blouse and cupped her breast, pinching the nipple between his finger and thumb. He felt her draw a deep breath, her body shuddering at his touch. Removing his hand, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them, then reached across her and attacked the other nipple, catching it between his wet fingers. She moaned, then laughed self consciously. “What if someone sees this?” She asked. “Then that someone will be jealous, because they don’t have your breasts to play with.” He answered. Running his finger around the stiff peak, he traced a path down her stomach, undoing the last two buttons on her blouse. Just to be mean, he tickled her bare stomach, then slid his hand up the leg of her walking shorts, his fingertips rubbing the crotch of her already wet panties. “Oooh. Honey!” She started to laugh as she realized she was now speeding. “We’re coming up to a city.” She said. “Cars, Traffic.....” “Okay.” He sat back, hands in his lap, watching the stars overhead through the open sun roof. She re-arranged her shirt, but didn’t re-button it, speeding through the city as fast as she felt she could without getting caught. On the other side of the city, she switched highways, letting a tractor trailer pass her. The review mirror showed no headlights behind her. “Honey,” She began, looking across the seat at him, “There’s no one on the road behind me.” “Oh really?” She could hear the grin in his voice. Leaning over, he took the nipple in his mouth, sucking it hungrily while his fingers teased the other nipple. The speed of their car began to climb again, her back arching against the seat. Unsnapping her shorts, he slipped his fingers under her panties, stroking her clit. “Let me know if it gets to be too much.” He said. “We don’t want to have any accidents, do we?” He stopped once when she asked him to, his finger still deep in her wet slit, resting his head on her shoulder until she’d calmed down a bit. Her breathing returned to near normal before he began rubbing her clit again, moving to cover her nipple with his mouth again. “You know,” he said, easing off again as she approached her climax, “maybe we should find a place to pull off for a few minutes.” She nodded, and after a few moments, she pulled off in a rest area. Parking in a dark spot, she unbuckled the seat belt, sliding a little closer to him. Spreading her legs, he could reach her pussy better, sinking his fingers deep inside her, his thumb stroking her clit. With a soft cry, she came, gripping the steering wheel as waves of pleasure rolled through her. “Are you awake now?” He asked, chuckling. “I think so.” They both took a moment to look up at the stars, then she buttoned her blouse and started the engine. “Allow me to return the favor when we get home.” She said. He squeezed her knee once, leaning back against the chair and closing his eyes. “I’m counting on it.” He replied. The Massage Dirty dishes. Laundry. Vacuuming. Everything was piling up at home, and she had to work late. In fact, she’d had to work late all this week. She felt tired. She felt cranky. She just wanted to go home. Oh, it would have to be pizza again for dinner. Or maybe Chinese. She sighed, packing a stack of paperwork into her briefcase, shutting off the light at her desk. Almost 8 p.m. He was at home, waiting for her. Maybe he’d already taken care of dinner. He liked to cook. Maybe he’d fixed something already. Dialing home, she let him know she was on her way, then made a run for it. She groaned as she climbed into the car, her body aching. And, as usual, she had more than enough to keep her busy all weekend, working on the reports and records in her briefcase. Maybe if she asked him, tonight he’d find time to give her one of his wonderful, delightful, relaxing massages. She smiled, thinking of his hands on her shoulders, kneading the tense muscles, removing the ached and pains with his gentle kisses, and his expert touch. Of course, if she got a massage right now, she’d fall asleep. Shaking her head to get the blood flowing, she fired up her little truck and headed home. She could smell the delightful odors wafting through the garage as soon as she opened the truck door. Oh, he was cooking something delicious. Her mouth watered, her stomach rumbled, and she realized she’d once again skipped lunch. “Ah, beautiful Lady,” he said, looking up when she entered. “Welcome home.” He took her briefcase and her coat, leading her to the table. A plate was already prepared, and a glass of milk, her favorite, poured. “If you desire anything else, just let me know.” “You are so sweet.” She said, then fell ravenously upon the plate of spaghetti. Smiling, he sat down and watched her eat. After soaking in a lemon scented bath, she felt almost human again. There had been clean dishes to eat off of, and now there were clean towels to dry herself with; he’d been busy. He was sitting in bed, reading, when she emerged from the bathroom, and he smiled, his eyes lighting up at her towel clad form. “Come here.” He patted the bed beside him. “Lay down. You look like you need a massage.” “You are sooooo right!” She dropped the towel and laid face down on the bed, sighing contentedly. Her skin felt damp to his fingers, and he could smell a hint of lemon as he licked the soft skin between her shoulder blades. He started at her shoulders, his fingers kneading the painful knots out of her muscles. He ran his thumbs under her shoulder blades, tracing her spine down the length of her back. He talked softly while he massaged, telling her of his day, telling her how much he loved her. Rubbing her ass, he leaned over and began kissing her shoulders, knowing that this would drive her crazy. Sliding his finger down the crack of her ass into her pussy, he slipped into her wetness. She moaned, her thighs opening up to grant him easier access. His thumb began to plunge in and out of her, one finger rubbing her clit. “Oh Honey,” she sighed, her body squirming under his attentions. Kissing down her back, he nibbled on her soft ass cheeks, feeling his cock grow harder as he smelled the odor coming from her pussy. Abandoning her clit, he slipped two, then three fingers into her, feeling her hairless pussy lips clutch at him. With a soft cry, she came, her juices filling his hand, coating his fingers. “Feeling better, honey?” He asked, one hand still stroking the inside her pussy gently, the other rubbing her back. She nodded, her breathing still heavy. “This weekend, honey, we’re just going to relax. Okay?” “Okay?” “Honey?” He leaned over, not surprised to see her eyes closed. Her breathing became even, her body relaxed. She was asleep. He sighed, kissing her once on the forehead, then snuggled in next to her. His cock was still throbbing, but he would get over that. Wrapping his arm around her possessively, he tried to go to sleep. The Next Morning She awoke first, the sound of his heartbeat hard in her ear. It was rare that she awoke first, for usually he was the one urging her to move. A wicked grin appeared on her face; she would take advantage of his sluggishness this morning... Moving slowly so as not to awaken him, she slid the covers back, letting her fingers stroke his chest. With small kisses, she worked her way across his broad chest, her hands still rolling the blankets back. Down his stomach she kissed, pausing as he mumbled in his sleep. When he calmed again, she continued, licking his navel once before continuing down. Her ministrations had the desired effect on his sleeping body; when she reached his penis it was already hard, and she engulfed it with her mouth, delighting in the taste that belonged only to him. It wasn’t long before he began to stir, his eyes fluttering open as his mind slowly registered what was happening to him. “What,” he began, but she shushed him, then slowly lowered her mouth down around him again. With a groan, he lay back, his hand seeking out her smooth legs, running his fingers across her soft skin. Up, up, his fingers traveled, finding the dampness between her legs that he knew would be there. Now it was her turn to moan, her throat vibrating around his stiff member. With a wordless cry, he came, her mouth warm around him until he was done. He lay back, sated, as she squirmed back into his arms, resting her head against his chest once more. “That was for how you woke me up yesterday.” She said, her voice gently teasing. “Good Morning.” He kissed her forehead, letting his hands roam across her body. “Then I guess I’ll have to wake you that way more often.” He promised. “Good Morning.” The Party With practiced skill, she breathed her proposition in his ear, watching him shudder as the idea passed through him. No one else in the party could have heard her; to anyone watching, nothing would have appeared out of place. That was how she wanted it. She excused herself, quietly disappearing into the crowd, moving away from the onerous conversation they were having with the base commander. No one paid her any undue attention, no one questioned her destination. She slipped past old friends with their insincere smiles, quietly making her way to the master bedroom. She hated giving parties, hated having to play hostess to all the phony people her husband had to deal with. The plastic people, she called them. And she was the plastic hostess. The nice house, the comforts that came from his rising rank all paled beside the longing of her heart. Simple romance. Simple affection. She wanted to be in love. Oh, friends had warned her against marrying the brash young officer. He had only needed an attractive, intelligent wife to further his career, but she had ignored them, stubbornly insisting on having her own way. She’d believed in the fairy tail, in the fantasy, happy to be swept away by the handsome prince to his castle on a military base. Her reflection in the mirror made her turn and look, barely seeing the woman she had been in the carefully coifed image. Her face showed little sign of her years, her body the envy of women half her age. Where had the suntanned, free spirit fled to? Where had the girl who believed in those fantasies disappeared to? Shutting the dark thoughts away, she slipped out of her evening dress, laying it over the chair by the bed. She dropped her slip on top of it, sliding between the sheets wearing only her panties, bra, and garter belt with stockings. The wait was not long. He slipped into the room silently, his muscular shadow creeping across the room to her side. She reached up and helped undo the collar of his dress uniform, his mouth seeking hers. Sparks filled the air between them, the heat between then swelling to a crescendo. Pulling his shirt open, she ran her tongue across his chest, smelling the muskiness that belonged to him. His hands caressed her breasts through her bra, feeling the nipples leap to attention, her back arching invitingly, pressing her breasts towards him. He played her skillfully, spreading warmth through her body with his touch. Her breathing came faster, panting against his chest. He moaned, feeling her tongue flicker across his nipple, her hand sliding down to cup the hard bulge in his pants. She wasn’t shy, opening her pants to release his hard cock. “We don’t have a lot of time.” He whispered. She nodded. Giving his cock one long caress, she lay back, pulling him down with her. His weight pressed her into the soft mattress, his body warm against her skin. She felt his cock wet against her thigh, his hand shredding the thin underwear she wore. She gasped as he entered her, burying his hard cock in her wetness. For a heartbeat, he remained like that, running his thumb across her clit, feeling her body jerk and spasm under his touch. Her legs clasped around him, her thighs soft against his waist. Slowly, oh so slowly, he slid out of her, feeling the muscles of her pussy clasp around his cock, trying too keep him in place. Laughing silently, he kissed her, penetrating her mouth with his tongue as he plunged back into her softness. Her hair came unbound, the long tresses scattering across the pillow. Her moans encouraged him, making him pump harder, faster, trapping her little screams of pleasure under his kiss. He didn’t want any one stumbling into the room, looking for the missing hostess, maybe alerted by the sounds of their passion. He couldn’t afford to be discovered in here, during the biggest party of the year. Her hips thrust up, her body convulsing through wave after wave of a powerful orgasm. He would love to have ridden this out, to have fucked her hard until she climaxed again, but tonight, he didn’t have the luxury. There would be other chances, other opportunities. Biting his lip to stifle his own cry, he came, shooting her full of his cum. They separated, rolling away from each other, each trying to calm their breathing. He cupped her ass, squeezing the soft cheek, watching her body experience one final shudder at his touch. “You are the hottest woman I know, Mrs. Colonel.” He whispered, moving away to get dressed again. “Still as sexy as the day I married you.” She lay back on the bed, saluting him, her breasts bouncing jauntily as she moved. She smiled up at the brash young officer she’d married, feeling the love in his eyes like a caress. She hated the parties, the politics it required to help him maneuver to the rank he wanted, but she loved the man and wanted to be in his life. He dressed quickly, efficiently, every inch the military man he appeared. “I’ll be out in a few.” She whispered, kissing him again before he could disappear back to the party. “It seems to take me more time to put myself back together.” He left her, tweaking her nipple affectionately as he passed. She looked again to her reflection, seeing the messy hair, the smeared make up. She cupped her breast, watching her image do the same, pinching the hard nipple the way he had. She saw again the suntanned free spirit, alive in her eyes once again. Smiling softly to herself, she began the long process of hiding that impish girl, once again reclaiming her place as the officers wife. To every man his Dulcinea There are worse hobbies than windmill jousting The Seduction She’d planned everything carefully. Clothing was packed for both of them, in one small bag, she noted with a smile. This weekend she wasn’t planning on them needing much to wear. Reservations were made, special instructions passed on to the hotel. She’d even soaked in lemon scented water, then dressed carefully so he would be surprised later in the hotel. Everything was perfect. Boy, was he going to be surprised! With their jobs lately, they’d both been so busy, they came home and crashed, holding each other as they slept. They needed time away from everything, just to be with each other. She yawned, then forced herself to wake up. Falling asleep now would be wrong. She’d managed to get off work early, and get herself ready for this weekend; if he came home and found her asleep, the weekend would be spent a lot differently than she imagined. She forced herself to get moving. She waited in his car for him to come out of work. “Whoa! Hi there!” He said, startled as she rolled down the driver’s side window. “What are you doing here?” She smiled pleasantly, motioning him to come around to the passenger seat. “I thought I would surprise you and take you out to dinner.” “Well, that is a great surprise!” He dropped his brief case in the back seat, sinking into the bucket seats. “You look fantastic.” “Thanks.” They fell into normal conversation, speaking of their jobs and things that had happened during the day. She noticed him sneaking glances at her, his eyes appreciatively wandering her legs, her body, and she couldn’t help but feel excited. When he looked at her like that, it always made her feel hot and bothered. She loved it when he looked at her like that. The restaurant she’d chosen was out on the edge of town, a small, cozy little place, very intimate, and it had the best food around. Dinner was delightful, the food delicious, and they laughed all through the meal. “It’s almost a shame to go home.” He said as they were leaving. She smiled, but didn’t answer. Instead of heading home, she turned away from the city, ignoring his questions. In a short while, they arrived at the hotel she’d picked, a quiet little place with a view of the water. Handing him the suitcase, she led the way inside. “You are very sneaky.” He said once they were inside the suite. “And you’ve been very busy. This is wonderful.” “This is just the start.” She stepped into his arms, hugging him, pressing her warm body against his. They kissed passionately, their hands exploring each others bodies as though they’d never touched. “Oh my.” She sighed contentedly. “I’ve missed this.” “Me too.” He pulled her closer, and she could feel his erection pressing against her. Grabbing his hands at her waistband, she pulled him after her, leading him into the bedroom. Turning of all the lamps but one, then walked back into his arms. Her patient fingers worked the knot in his tie, sliding the material from his neck and letting it fall to the floor. Palms down, she ran her hands across his chest, tugging the tails from his pants. Unbuttoning the shirt now, she smiled, an impish grin that he had to respond to. He left his hands at his sides, letting her do as she wanted. She obviously had plans, and the idea excited him even more. Button by button, her hands moved down, until she pushed the shirt over his shoulders. He watched as his dress shirt tumbled to the floor, raising his arms so she could remove the undershirt. She rained small kisses across his chest, his shoulders, walking around him to kiss his back. She nibbled at his shoulder blades, listening to him gasp, before walking around to face him again. “Tonight,” she whispered, her hands beginning to loosen his belt, “I want you to relax. Forget the job, forget about responsibility. I want to make you feel good.” He groaned as she unzipped his pants, the pressure of his tight slacks gone from his throbbing cock. Sliding his pants down, she asked him to sit on the bed, then removed the rest of his clothing. “Lay back and relax.” She told him, kneeling before him. He did as she bid, sighing as her mouth slid around his throbbing penis, sliding down to capture him completely in her mouth. He was so hard right now, his cock swollen, the head almost purple. She knew he was close to coming, feeling the head twitch at the back of her throat. She backed off, licking the head, kissing his throbbing balls, drawing his orgasm out, making him moan. “Please, honey.” He said. That was enough. She fastened her lips about the helmet, sucking like a baby with the bottle. His moans grew louder, stronger, and with a cry, he exploded, sending a gusher down her throat. She swallowed fast, sucking until he called out, brushing her away. “Oh, no more... please.” He moaned happily. Smiling, she stood, stepping away from the bed, waiting for him to recover sufficiently. When she had his attention, she began to unbutton her blouse, rolling the satin off her shoulders to flutter to the floor. The lacy bra underneath reveled her hard nipples, dark against her pale skin. His eyes glittered as he stared, watching her every move with unconcealed delight. Unzipping her skirt, she let it fall, her satiny slip right behind it. The panties she wore were as sheer as the hose, and he licked his lips when he saw them. Propping one leg on the bed, she undid the garter, carefully unrolling the nylon to her ankle, then sliding the foot along the bed to where he lay. With a smile, he lifted the foot, removing the heel and kissing the toes before he slipped the nylon off. “I don’t suppose I can keep this foot while you undo the other.” He laughed. She laughed with him, pulling the foot back and replacing it with the other. He repeated the actions with the second foot, kissing each toe before removing the nylon. This one he didn’t let go, rubbing the soft skin, massaging the curving muscle, kissing her shin. She didn’t fight him, leaning onto the bed, letting him draw her closer. His tongue danced around her knee, licking up her thigh. His fingers entered her pussy, pushing around the crotch of her panties, sliding in between the wet lips. He made her moan, and he smiled. Three fingers sunk deep inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit with gentle strokes. Her soft cries were music to him, and he played her as she had played him, bringing her to edge then backing off before she could cum. He waited until she was begging, pleading with him to let her cum, then he pulled her across the bed, shredding her sopping wet panties with a single tug. Opening her legs wide, he licked her bare lips, circling her clit once. His tongue slid deep inside her pussy, his nose bumping her clit as he fucked her with his tongue. With a cry, she came, her hips bucking against him. Her taste and her smell were more than enough to bring him to erection again. Swinging around, he entered her, quickly, sinking his cock as deep as he could. She gasped, bringing her legs up to wrap around his body, pulling him against her body. She came almost immediately, a continuation of her first orgasm, her back arching as she cried out in pleasure. Lowering his mouth, he began to kiss her, on the mouth, on the cheeks, on her neck. Her hands roamed his body, stroking and rubbing, clutching at his ass as he brought her to a third orgasm. He loved the feel of her body beneath him, bucking against him, her cries of pleasure filling the room. The feel of her pussy walls tightening around his cock, pulling deeper, milking his cock. Faster and faster he drove into her, thrusting harder, until his cries joined hers and they came together. They collapsed together, laying side by side on the king size mattress. He undid her bra, lazily running his fingers across the hard nipples. “Coming here was a great idea.” He said. She nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. Her hands played over his body, enjoying the feel of him. “And the best part is, we still have all day and tomorrow.” She scratched his stomach, hearing him moan happily. “And Sunday morning, too.” She added sleepily. He laughed, catching her right hand and bringing it to his lips. Her left hand she let wander, rubbing his body, the two of them lying together in silence. In a few moments, they were both asleep. The Tool Belt He heard pounding when he opened the door, someone hammering in the back room of the house. “Oh, Love of my life!” He called, hanging his coat up before following the odd sound. “My adorable one! Your beloved is home!” No response. Well, that would ordinarily have garnered a sarcastic comment. She must be very busy, to have missed an opportunity for sarcasm. “OOOOH!” He said, rounding the corner to where she worked. She was bending over, hammer in one hand, steadying a half-built book shelf with the other. His eyes took in the way the tiny shorts she wore cupped her plump behind, pressing tight up against her pussy lips, her bare thighs spread and inviting. “Now this is a look I like!” She started at his voice, almost falling forward. Straightening, she turned, glaring at him. “Very funny.” She said, her voice making it clear she thought it anything but. The front view was just as pleasing, her breasts free behind an old tee-shirt, and his old tool belt around her full hips. “I like the tool belt!” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Makes me think of.... screwing!” “Well, now, that was predictable.” She plucked the tape measure from the belt, sliding it out at him. “Sorry, sweetie... but you don’t measure up.” He laughed, grabbing for the tape as she let it snap back. “Why don’t you go do something productive. Dinner will be ready in an hour.” Waving the hammer at him, she tried to look stern. “Go.” “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather spend the next hour having wild sex, and then I’ll help you finish the shelves?” Frowning, she pointed at the door. “OKay.... I’m going. But I really do think you look cute. I keep expecting you to dance like the guys from Village People.” He ducked, running out of the room, a wad of paper bouncing off the wall in the hall. Turning back to the bookcase, she began to fit the next shelf into place, smiling over his comments. He was such a goofball sometimes, she thought, bending over to pound the nails into place. She was suddenly aware of the shorts pressing against her pussy, rubbing as she rocked back and forth. She hadn’t realized his joking had affected her so much, feeling the wetness between her lips, the tight material stimulating her clit. Her nipples stood stiff, the loose tee shirt brushing against them. She was horny! Standing up, she slid the hammer into its place on the belt, leaning the half-finished shelf against the wall. Standing in the hallway, she listened for a clue as to what room he was in. AH.... the beeps and blips alerted her... he was playing video games in the den. “I’m looking for a tool.” She said, leaning seductively in the doorway. “About this long, about this thick, very hard, but so smooth and slick. Know where I could find something like that, sport?” “Ugh....” There was a spiraling sound as his video game character died suddenly. “See, I’ve got this certain hole that needs to be filled. And the tool I’m looking for is the only one that will fit.” She loved the shock in his eyes, the open mouth as he stared at her. Crossing the room, she dropped a cassette into the tape player, the painfully familiar ‘Y.M.C.A.’ filling the room. Soon he was laughing hysterically as she danced for him, hooking her fingers in the belt and swinging her hips wide. To complete the dance, she grabbed the hem of her torn tee shirt and pulled, the tear reveling her bouncing breasts, the hard nipples drawing his attention. Holding the shredded shirt open, she danced closer, shaking her breasts in his face. He could take it no more, grabbing her and pulling her down on the couch with him. She squealed, his mouth clamping around her nipple sending shock waves of pleasure through her. One hand was already inside her shorts, sliding against her sensitive clit. She moaned, arching her back, letting him manipulate her body like he did so very well. It wasn’t long before she was gasping, writhing on his lap, drenching his fingers with her love juices. Oh yes, he knew how to play her, she thought, wave after wave of intense pleasure crashing through her. “So,” she managed to say, almost holding her breath so she could speak, “have you seen that tool I was looking for?” “I think I have.” Pushing the ruined tee-shirt off her shoulders, he helped her up, sliding the shorts off her hips. She began to unbuckle the tool belt, but he stopped her. “Leave it on for a minute.” He stroked her stomach, then moved down to rub the outside of her hairless pussy lips. “I don’t know why... It’s sexy.” She laughed, twisting her hips to make the hanging tools swing. He opened his pants, letting his cock out, sighing happily. Moving carefully, she climbed onto his lap, sliding her wet pussy down around his hard cock. “Oh yes....” She moaned, her knees sinking into the couch around him, forcing his cock deeper inside her. “I do believe we have the perfect fit.” He played with her breasts and let her do the work, watching her raise her body up and down on his cock. They could both feel the cold metal of the different tools against their skin. With a soft cry, she began to move faster, faster, and he found himself bucking against her, thrusting up in to her. Catching her hands, he held them against his chest as she began her orgasm, following as soon as he felt her pussy muscles begin to pulse around his cock. She lay against him, hands between their bodies, purring contentedly as she always did after great lovemaking. A deep rumble erupted from his chest; he was purring to. “You know,” she said after a moment, “I think I may need your tool again tonight.” She whispered in his ear. The book case didn’t get finished that night. To the Point One of his most charming quirks, she thought, was his love of pencils. Cups and jars of pencils were prominent in every room, colored pencils, yellow pencils, gag pencils she’d purchased just for him. He knew which pencil belonged in which room, and he could become quite grumpy if his pencils were mixed. Sitting at the dining room table, she labored over a poster for the bulletin board at work, carefully sketching the letters out in pencil before she did the final outlines in marker. Four pencils lay on the table before her, dulled from her sketching. He frowned as she reached for a fifth pencil from the jar. “Don’t frump.” She told him. “I’ll sharpen them before I put them back.” He didn’t answer, knowing to deny anything would only make it worse. “There!” She said finally, leaning away from the table. “The hard part is done. Now all I need to do is use the markers to color it in!” He inspected her work as she reached for a small sharpener, and true to her word, she began re-sharpening the points on all five pencils. Round and round, until she was satisfied by the tip, pulling it out of the sharpener. Pursing her lips, she blew the dust from the point, laying it on the table and picking up the next one. He felt his cock twitch, watching her blow the dust from the pencil. That motion was strangely erotic, he thought, almost laughing at himself. Pressing her lips together, her chest rising as she inhaled, her breath coming out in a stream across the pencil lead. The second pencil caused a similar reaction, stronger than the first. By the third pencil, he had an erection. With the last pencil, he was moaning. “What’s the matter?” She asked, unaware that she was causing such an effect on him. He shrugged, waving her question aside. She needed to get the poster done, and didn’t need him to distract her. “I’m gonna go watch TV.” He said, leaving the room. However, the TV didn’t distract him. His pants felt very tight, his mind pre-occupied with the image of her blowing dust from the pencils. Adjusting his pants didn’t seem to help. He couldn’t get the image out of his mind. She came to the doorway as he was unzipping his pants, groaning as he pulled his stiff cock out. Instead of disturbing him, she leaned against the door jamb, fascinated. Something about watching him stroke himself really turned her on, watching the way his fingers slid up and down the long shaft, the way he teased the head with a quick double pass every so often. Warmth began to spread in her belly, desire building deep inside. He let out a soft moan, and she could see the pre cum running down the head. Tiptoeing across the room, she knelt before him, her fingertip smearing the pre cum around. His eyes flew open to see her smiling up at him, her tongue flicking out to lick the head of his cock. “What about your poster?” He asked. “It can wait.” She leaned forward, sliding her lips around the first two inches of his cock, her tongue swirling around the head inside her mouth. He watched her, wanting to see his shaft disappear into her mouth, wanting to see her lips slide down him until they were against the base. Instead, she slid her mouth off, licking up and down his cock like she’d lick an ice cream cone. Hmm, well that was good too. He smiled, enjoying her ministrations. Pursing her lips, she blew a cool stream of air across the head, and he gasped; it was the same thing she’d done to the pencil. Encouraged by his reaction, she did it again, and she was rewarded by the first spurt of cum, splashing against her chin, her cheeks. Laughing, she clasped her lips around the head, sucking out the rest of his cum. “That was an enthusiastic response.” She said. “Oh yes.” He scooped the cum from her chin and pressed it to her lips. She took his finger in her mouth and sucked it clean, repeating the move until he’d cleaned her face of cum. “Have I mentioned that I love you?” He whispered. “I think I’ve heard you mention it, once or twice.” She smiled. Laying her head on his thighs, she closed her eyes, letting him rub her shoulders, his fingers playing in her hair. In a soft voice, he explained about the pencil, and why he hadn’t been able to hold back when she’d blown on his cock. “So I should do that more often?” She asked, her fingers rubbing his flaccid cock affectionately. He smiled, his finger tweaking her nose. “I think you got the point!” Trust “Do you trust me?” He asked, out of the blue. The were reading in the living room, each lost in their own book. She nodded, glancing up at him. “Of course I do! You know that.” She looked puzzled. “Why do you ask?” “Oh, ah... no particular reason.” He smiled. “Just curious.” “Your curiosity concerns me.” She said, but she was smiling. “I worry about what goes on in that clever mind of yours.” “Me?” He acted shocked. “Why, I’m harmless. A teddy bear.” He stood, stretching. “Be right back.” She watched for his return, her curiosity piqued. “Wanna play a game?” He asked, when he reappeared. “I promise you’ll like it.” “I will, huh?” Swinging her legs off the couch, she stood up, facing him. “And just what are the rules of this game? I suppose it involves nudity?” The smirk on her face made him laugh. “Why, actually, yes it does. Remember, you said you trust me.” She gave a deep sigh, rolling her eyes. “I trust you completely.” She affirmed. “I love you.” “And I love you.” So saying, he folded a dark scarf into a thick pad, then covered her eyes with it. Her deep intake of breath told him that she hadn’t expected this, but she remained still, waiting for his next move. A second scarf was wound around her eyes, holding the first scarf in place. “Can you see anything?” He asked. “No.” She honestly couldn’t. The soft fabric against her eyes was cool, comforting, the binding scarf just tight enough to secure the blindfold, but not enough to hurt. She could feel his hands on her head, arranging the scarf so it didn’t pull her hair. “It’s completely dark.” She said. He stood back to admire his prize, seeing the impatience in her as she waited for his next move. Her fidgeting was delightful to him, a powerful aphrodisiac. “Still trust me?” He asked. She nodded. “Good. Now, Promise me, no matter what, you won’t take the blindfold off until I say you can.” She hesitated. What was she afraid of, though? “I promise.” She said. The waiting was unbearable. She hated waiting for anything, and now, since she couldn’t see what he was up to, she was twice as anxious. Tapping her foot, crossing and uncrossing her arms.... What was he up to? “Honey?” She asked, resisting the urge to reach out and find him. “Is this it? Game’s over?” His deep chuckle came from behind her, and she whirled around in surprise. “Now what?” She asked. “Is there a Pinata, or something? Pin the tail on the Donkey?” “No no no no.” Gentle fingers stroked her face, and she almost jerked away. His caress left trails of fire across her skin, down her cheek and neck, across the collar of her shirt. She shuddered, a soft moan escaping her lips. “I think you’re wearing too many clothes.” He told her, rubbing her breast briefly before his hand continued its trip down her body. Across her stomach, towards her burning.... He stopped, pulling his hand away. “Why don’t you take them off for me?” “O-okay.” She suddenly felt shy, not wanting to expose herself to him. Don’t be silly! She told herself, forcing her hands up to the buttons on her shirt. One by one they opened, the shirt falling off her shoulders to land in a pile on the floor. He’d seen her thousands of times without clothes; in fact, he’d removed them for her on more than one occasion. As she unhooked the bra, she realized her nipples were hard with excitement, and she blushed. What was he thinking? Surely he was enjoying her discomfort, but he remained silent. Pushing her jeans over her hips, she kicked them off, then slipped out of her panties. Where was he? Still in front of her? Behind her? Was he still in the room? Inching her foot forward, she touched the edge of the coffee table, then propped her foot up, effecting a pose. “That’s everything, except the blindfold and the anklet.” She wiggled her foot, making the anklet jiggle. “Do you want those off as well?” “Leave them on.” His voice was husky, thick with emotion. She felt a hand on her thigh, rubbing up to squeeze her ass cheek. His mouth on hers, a hungry kiss, stealing her breath before he kissed his way down her neck. Sucking on her collar bone, his probing hand slid around her hip to cover her sex, one finger slipping between her wet lips to tease her clit. Her legs trembling, she leaned against him, her body responding to his touch as always. He knew all the right spots, and he used them now, licking the underside of her breast, kissing her shoulders and back. She moaned, she groaned, she whimpered, but he refused to let her cum, slowing his ministrations until her body calmed down. And then, he left her. “Honey?” She reached out tentatively, probing the area where he had been. He’d left her so hot, her juices running down the inside her leg, and so unfulfilled. “Where did you go?” The room was silent. She sat down on the coffee table, trying to cover her nudity self- consciously. “I’m taking off the blindfold.” She called. “No you don’t!” He was behind her again! “You promised you wouldn’t take it off until I say so.” “I thought the game was over.” “No.... it’s far from over.” He took her hand, leading her down the hallway. “In fact, I think this game could go on most of the night. What do you think?” She moaned. “Exactly!” He placed her on the bed, laying her back on the mattress then stepping away. She strained her ears to hear what he was doing, jumping when he joined her on the bed. “Should have brought a towel to bed for you to sit on.” He said, his hands stroking the inside her thigh. She flushed a bright red, all the way down to her toes. “Oh, that’s so pretty!” He said, watching her blush deepen. “I love it when I make you blush.” “Oh, hush!” She tried to roll away from him, but he held her still. “Now you behave, or I’ll have to tie your hands and feet.” He laughed. “On second thought, maybe I should do that anyway.” “No!” She cried, but it was too late. Her hands were suddenly over her head, secured to the bedposts. “I see. That was part of the plan.” “Of course it was.” He moved off the bed, stepping away to watch her again. He undressed quietly, enjoying the way she writhed on the bed. He tiptoed around the bed, tickling the sole of her foot, tweaking her nipple, stroking her soft skin. “You squirm deliciously.” He told her, ignoring the frown on her face. It was almost too much to take. He climbed back on the bed once again, his tongue diving now into her wet pussy, and she almost screamed as he brought to her first orgasm. His cock was aching now, throbbing as he licked up her juices. It wasn’t as he had planned, but he had to take her now, had to bury his cock inside her wetness. Rising to his knees, he positioned her hips, and slid into her. She came almost immediately, convulsing around his cock, and he groaned. Her swollen pussy lips sucked at his cock, and he angled his body so his thrusts slid against her hard clit. She couldn’t stay quiet now, her breath little more than gasps and moans. Wetting his fingers in her honey, he brought the wetness to her breast, covering the nipple with her own juices. Lowering his mouth over the hard nub, he sucked it clean, then leaned his head back, blowing cool air across it. She moaned louder, her thighs clamping around his waist. This time, her orgasm brought him to his. Exhausted, he collapsed on the bed beside her. Holding her possessively, they relaxed, lethargic. “Untie me now?” She asked after a while. “Untie you? Why? Don’t you trust me?” He flicked her nipple mischievously. “You probably think I plan on taking advantage of you again.” “Of course I trust you, and I know you’re planning on it.” She tested the bonds on her wrists again, knowing it was futile. “At least remove the blindfold!” He thought about it for a moment, then decided against it. Sliding off the bed, he padded out of the room, ignoring her questions. He was having too much fun to quit now. And as soon as he got the jar of honey from the kitchen, he’d be back to finish playing the game....... Valentine’s Surprise As instructed, she had dressed up for an evening out, ready and waiting on the sofa no later than 6:15. Of course, now it was 6:30, and he was no where in sight. She frowned, looking at the clock on the VCR. 6:31. She’d tried all week to pry the secret of tonight from him, wanting to know his plans for Valentine’s Day so she could plan accordingly. Of course, he wouldn’t say anything; he just sat there with a little smug grin on his face, promising her it would be worth the wait. 6:32. He wasn’t the only one with secrets, though. Under the velvet dress she wore was the skimpiest red lace bra and panties, with a matching garter belt holding up the sheer black nylons. The doorbell startled her from her thoughts, and she jumped up to answer the door. Who could it be, she wondered idly. He wouldn’t need to ring the doorbell, and she wasn’t expecting anyone.... Five minutes later, she was seated in the back of a limousine, breathing the heady aroma of the rose left laying on the seat with a simple note that said “I love you.” From the speakers came the sweet sounds of a Mozart concerto, one of her favorites. My, but he had been a busy boy, planning this out. Settling back in the seat, she enjoyed the ride. Twenty-five minutes later, the limo pulled to a stop. “Here?” she asked the driver when he opened the door. “You’ve brought me back home.” “Yes Ma’am.” He said, closing the door behind her. “That was what I was instructed to do.” He smiled, tipping his hat. “Have a happy Valentine’s Day.” “Mm. Thank you.” She answered automatically, heading up the walk to the front door. She didn’t need the key, so she stepped into the foyer, slipping her winter coat off and hanging it in the closet. “Hello?” She called to the dark house. “Are you here?” >From the back corner she heard the unmistakable sounds of the opera Carmen. Heels clicking on the bare floor, she followed the music to the den, opening the door wide. Candles flickered and danced in the draft from the door, over two dozen candles placed around the room. An old quilt was spread on the floor, a picnic dinner spread across it. He looked up as she entered, a broad smile across his face. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” He said softly. Standing, he offered his hand, bringing her into the room and closing the door. Pulling her close, he kissed her, enjoying the softness of her body in his arms. “Surprised?” “Yes, very!” She smiled, allowing herself to be pulled to the floor. She looked around the room, then back at the man she loved. “This is wonderful.” She said. “I thought it might appeal to you.” He offered her a plate of fried chicken and potato salad, handing her a cold cola from the ice chest. “A picnic in February seemed a bit eccentric, but fun.” “Definitely fun.” She agreed, biting into the chicken. They laughed together, quietly talking, enjoying each others company. “Why did you tell me to get all dressed up?” She asked, pushing her empty plate away. His hand slid across her leg, his fingers slipping under the hem of her skirt, gently massaging. “I like seeing you dressed up.” He said simply. The candlelight flickering made her look even lovelier. “Besides, it encouraged the illusion I wanted to set for tonight. “Ah.” Lifting her legs, she lay them across his lap, much to his surprise and delight. Removing her heels, he began massaging her feet, bringing little sighs of contentment from her. He grinned; she knew that laying her legs in his lap would definitely make him excited, and he knew a foot massage was a sure way to start her on the path to feeling good. “That’s delightful.” She said, leaning back on her arms, her head hanging back. “You are wonderful. This was the best Valentine’s present!” “Oh, this isn’t all I have for you.” He whispered, ignoring the now tight fabric of his slacks. He knew she didn’t expect flowers or candy or jewelry all the time, so every once and a while, he liked to surprise her. From his pocket, he retrieved a small box, and he opened it, pouring the gold chain inside out on to her stomach. “Happy Valentine’s Day!” “What?” She picked up the fine chain, dangling the tiny locket before her eyes. “Oh, honey, it’s beautiful!” She opened it, reading their initial inscribed on the inside. “Thank you!” She opened the clasp to put it on. “You’re very welcome!” He grinned, his hands moving up her legs, under the hem of her skirt again, this time pushing the heavy material high on her thighs. “Oh, my.” He said, his fingers brushing against the garter clip on the top of the stocking. “What have I found here?” “Your Valentine’s present.” She said, matching his smile. “My present, but you’re wearing it, eh?” He moved to kneel between her legs, his hands still busy caressing her knees. “I think I like those kinds of presents.” “I thought you might.” She whispered, pulling herself up when he offered his hands. With the gentlest touch, he cupped her breasts, rubbing his palms until he felt the nipple began to poke out, teased into showing itself by his touch. She gasped as he began kissing her neck, licking and sucking her skin while he massaged her breasts. “As much as I love this dress, “ he began, tugging at the zipper, “I think it’s in the way.” He kissed every inch of skin he uncovered as he slid the fabric over her shoulders, his eyes brightening as he exposed the lacy edge of the bra. Removing the dress completely, he smiled, his eyes drinking in her form. “My goodness, you do know what buttons to push.” He said, bringing his lips to suck on the hard nipple that peeked through the lace. She gasped, arching her back, pushing her nipple farther into his mouth. “Oh, slow down, baby.” He moved to the other nipple, sucking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. He walked his fingers up the inside of her thigh, feeling her wetness seeping through the thin panties. Pushing the panty aside, he slipped a finger between her smooth lips, sliding up to stroke her hard clit. She moaned happily. A second finger joined the first, sliding into her depths, his thumb moving to stroke her slit as he worked his mouth down her body. Her breathing came faster and faster, her body twisting under his manipulations. “Cum for me, baby.” He whispered. “Cum for me.” “Oooooh!” She thrust her hips up, driving his fingers deeper into her pussy. Her moaning and squirming made the candles flicker, the light dancing around them. Pulling his wet fingers from her pussy, he replaced them with his tongue, eagerly lapping the sweet juice that flowed out. Licking and sucking and nibbling, he kept her right on the edge, feeling her body twitch when sucked on her sensitive love button, her every moan music to him. “Please,” she cried, her fingers twisting into his hair. “Don’t drag this out anymore... I can’t take it!” His only response was to laugh, nibbling on the inside of her thigh. “Please honey!” she begged. “Shhh....” He gave her what she desired, letting her climax around his thumb, holding his tongue where he could catch her cum. “Feel better, now?” He asked. She could only moan a response, still having aftershocks from her orgasm. She sighed as his hard cock slid into her, bringing her legs to wrap around his waist. “I feel much better now.” She said, smiling up at him. Squeezing with him with her legs, she laughed. “I’ve got you where I want you!” “Oh really?” He moved slowly, enjoying the delightfully obscene sounds that came with each thrust. “I thought I had you where I wanted you.” “Well, maybe.” she kissed his laughing mouth, running her hands across his shoulders. His strokes began to move faster, his balls slapping her ass with every thrust. With a gasp, her pussy began to spasm around his cock, squeezing the cum from him as they climaxed together. Looking down into her eyes, he saw the love and lust she had for him, and he kissed her again. “Be my Valentine?” He asked. She smiled, seeing the same in his eyes. “Always.” Welcome Home They’d been separated only a few days, but he was anxious to get home. She met him at the airport, half-running to meet him. Throwing herself into his arms, they hugged, and she whispered in a throaty voice, “I want you.” He smiled, feeling the instant reaction in his own body. Apparently, she’d missed him, too. Then his smile turned into a groan. He had to stop by his employer’s house, and give him a quick report of his trip. “I know.” She answered when he told her. “But I still want you.” He maintained his smile through claiming his luggage, getting it across the terminal and out into the parking garage. “I could tell him I took a later flight. Or my flight came in late. Or...” She only smiled and laughed at his suggestions, leading him to one of the darker corners of the garage, opening the trunk of her car. Cramming the luggage in the small space, he managed to get the trunk closed, then joined her in the car. No sooner had the door closed then her hand was in his lap, opening his slacks, removing his stiff member. Though it was awkward, she twisted in the seat, her hip wedged against the steering wheel, bringing her soft lips down around his hard cock. He moaned with surprise and delight, feeling her tongue licking the pre-cum off slowly. He leaned back and closed his eyes, simply enjoying her ministrations. Because of the difficult angle, she couldn’t take him completely in her mouth. But he felt the back of her throat at the head of his cock, and, ever so gently, the edge of her teeth as she raised her head. It wasn’t long before his muscles tensed, and he shot wads of heavy cum into her mouth. He could feel her throat working as she swallowed, and she didn’t raise her head until he was finished. “That should help you make it through the chat with your boss.” She said, kissing the tip of his nose. He could smell his cum on her breath. “But,” she said, starting the car and backing out while he re-arranged himself, “I still want you.” He groaned happily. The boss, pleased by the young man’s job performance, insisted the couple stay for dinner. She behaved herself through dinner, but during drinks afterward, she leaned over and whispered again, “I want you.” They left in a hurry. He grabbed her as they entered the house, spinning her around and pinning her against the front door. He kissed her hard, rubbing his hands up and down her sides, pulling her shirt from her jeans. Letting his mouth trail down to her collar bone, he unbuttoned her shirt, kissing down between her breasts, across the top of the bra, down her stomach. “So you want me, huh?” He asked, teasingly. She nodded, pressing her head back against the door as he unzipped her jeans, tugging them down around her hips. He helped her step out of them, throwing them across the room. “I want you.” She answered. “I need you.” He grinned, his finger probing inside her wet underwear. One quick tug and they were gone, and, lifting one long leg over his shoulder, he buried his tongue inside her wet pussy. She gasped in delight, bracing herself against the door. One finger he worked into her tight ass hole, and he sucked on her clit, making her shiver. He was waiting as she came, his tongue lapping up the juices as they poured down her thighs. He half supported her, hands on her hips, as her body convulsed. “What a great welcome home!” He said when she’d regained her composure. She helped him stand, a wicked smile in her eyes. “Oh honey.” She sighed. “That was just the warm-up.” Laughing, they ran for the bedroom. dulcinea.doc 01/23/95 Page 3/46 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----