Message-ID: <25632asstr$965279423@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: Jeff Zephyr Reply-To: jeffzeph@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Original-Path: d139.as28.nwbl0.wi.voyager.net X-Original-NNTP-Posting-Host: d139.as28.nwbl0.wi.voyager.net X-Original-Trace: 2 Aug 2000 18:23:43 EST, d139.as28.nwbl0.wi.voyager.net X-Authenticated-User: jeffzeph Subject: {ASSM} Conventional Temptation [2/3] REV (Jeff Zephyr) (MF, solo, oral, exhib, cheat?, rom) Date: Thu, 3 Aug 2000 01:10:23 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Lambchop, apuleius Usual disclaimer: This story involves sexual subject matter. If you aren't old enough to read this, go home! Don't blame me if you have problems which result from reading further. Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000. Please don't distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is unintentional and strictly coincidental. Any real people, places, or things mentioned in this story do not appear with permission, and any representations of them should not be interpreted as being in any way based on reality. If reception of this work is illegal due to your age or other repressive local regulations, liability for downloading it is your problem, not mine. === Conventional Temptation (Part Two of Three) (revision 1) - by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000. Quick outline: Al is married to Gwen, goes away to a business convention for a three-day weekend, and is tempted by an attractive female friend. Codes, for overall story: (MF, M-solo, F-solo, oral, exhib, cheat?, rom) === Conventional Temptation - by Jeff Zephyr Part 2 Samantha was lying underneath me as I knelt above her, looking down at her. She was so beautiful this way, and seeing her like this reminded me of Gwen. My wife, whom I truly loved and had often treated just as I was about to pleasure Sammy. Despite my feelings of arousal, my dick was not able to get hard, and I was glad. It was all too close to a point which I didn't want to pass, to let it enter her body and take this teasing relationship to a new level. To kiss her was the best way to begin making love to her orally, head to toe, as I had said I would do. That we had already kissed didn't change how I felt about doing that, and that somehow it was more serious than merely having oral sex. I realized that I wasn't moving to put my mouth to work as promised, and, as a distraction, I started stroking my fingers gently across her vulva, very lightly touching, no pressure at all. I moved slowly upwards, in drifting circles, touching every spot from her sides, to belly, to breasts. This calmed me, somehow. It made me think of this as giving her a therapeutic massage, just more intensely than one she could get from the hotel health club. I wanted her to feel loved and happy. I most especially wanted to be able to say to Gwen that I did this for her, when I could have taken more for myself. I slipped my body gently down on top of her and kissed her wetly on the mouth. Our tongues joined in a very intense kiss. I felt wetness on my cock as it touched her vulva. We stayed like this, rubbing our bodies together, her pushing up at me, for quite a while. But though I was enjoying this very much, I intended to do something unselfish, and I set out to give her as much pleasure as I could manage without taking any more myself. "A kiss is such a nice way to show someone you care about them," I told Samantha. I pulled my body up slightly, still letting my cock brush her body, but no longer were our sexes touching. I kissed her forehead, brushing her hair off her face to do so. I kissed and licked her face, her closed eyelids, her cheeks, then nibbled on each earlobe, stroking within it with my tongue. "That tickles," Sammy laughed, predictably. "It is supposed to," I breathed into her neck, then kissed it, lapping at it, as I stroked her hair with my hands. "Laughing helps you relax, but for it to work best, try to relax, just let me do everything to make you feel good. Lie there and have a good time." "Yes, boss." More laughter followed from Samantha. My cock relaxed a bit as well, which was good; I feared that this excitement might cause it to react, and I wasn't sure I could resist its demands if that happened. Straddling Sammy's body was no longer the ideal position for what I wanted to do, so I moved aside and began kissing her shoulders. I tenderly kissed and nibbled my way down her left arm, sucked on her fingers, and stroked her palm, elbow, and sides as I kissed my way back up towards her armpit. I nuzzled there for a second, which caused Sammy to twitch and laugh. But I moved across her chest, giving her a chance to relax from her laughter, and I kissed my way up her breast to its tip, then sucked her nipple into my mouth and gently twirled my tongue around it. My hands were sliding across her body, holding her other breast, stroking her belly. I could feel her heart beat faster as I did this, and she said, "That feels very, very nice," in a soft warm voice, the kind that lets me know that she really liked this. I spent some time doing this, alternating between breasts, nipples, and stomach as I licked my way across the top of her body, nibbling gently from time to time. I then said, "Roll over, head to toe has to be on both sides of your body." "You haven't gotten to the good part yet." "I'm patient. You should be too, it is worth the wait." Samantha rolled over on her stomach, spreading her legs and pushing her crotch into the sheet. I kept my hands on her sides as she did this, then rubbed my way up her back to her neck, following the pressure of my fingers with the tip of my tongue. As I did this, I moved one leg between hers, and my thighs pressed against hers and my crotch against her ass. I couldn't avoid doing it, and I knew that the touch of my body against my lover is a very big part of the pleasure of this experience, and I didn't want to deprive Samantha of that. I spent some time kissing the back of her neck, stroking her hair, and nibbling her ears, before starting my trek down her body from behind. I kissed my way back and forth across her back, much as I had just done to her front, though I didn't linger in the middle as I had done earlier. I spent more time on her sides, gently stroking, kissing, and licking them, moving slowly down towards her ass. I decided to give her a little warning about what I was going to do. I haven't met a woman who doesn't enjoy this kind of attention, but I have found some who fear it may lead to anal activity which they don't want or enjoy. "I am going to kiss you all over. Just let yourself relax, and remember that this is just for your pleasure and nothing but my tongue is going to get inside of your body." "Are you sure this is OK? Healthy, I mean?" "Yes. There is a little hazard, but not to me, not if you are healthy. And trust me, it doesn't really taste bad." Now, that wasn't always true about the taste, but it was always true that my lover's enjoyment and my appreciation of her pleasure was worth a brief encounter with a slightly unsavory meal. The taste of Sammy's skin so far was very pleasant, and so I began kissing her ass. I didn't start with the crack of it, but instead brushed each cheek from side to center, up and down, kneading it with fingers, tapping on it, getting closer and closer to the center. I allowed my kisses to extend to her thighs and back across the center between her legs, and I licked her vulva briefly before I began my slow rise along her crack. She wriggled as I did this, making it hard for me to stay on target, but I stuck my tongue in as I went, lapping my way across her anus, pressing hard there. She tasted nice, very clean, mostly sweat, and I didn't mind it at all. I continued upward while stroking her inner thighs, just below her pussy, with my fingers. I made it to the top of her crack and continued up just past it, then began moving back down, stopping just before her vagina. I repeated this activity several times, then took a break to get a brandy. Since I had a small bottle out, and a couple glasses, that didn't take long. "It isn't just that I'm thirsty, or that I want to wash the taste out. I don't want to risk carrying anything from there to your vagina," I told Samantha. "It might be safe, but I wouldn't want to spoil the results of this evening with problems later." "What about fucking in the ass? I haven't done that yet, either." "The usual safe-sex practices, you know, apply. It can feel quite nice, but you do want to take care." I finished my drink, then said, "You can read more lectures and guides later. There are lots of good books to give advice, but right now, I want to give you some examples to learn from." "Hands-on training is so much better than book learning," she said, giggling. "Or, in this case, tongue-on-skin training, mmm mmm mmm." "I always enjoy enthusiastic students! Back to class, I guess. Now, where did I leave off?" Well, I couldn't start exactly where I was if I wanted to get the right effect. Instead, I went straight for her vulva, without warning. With her lying on her belly, ass pushed up, I had very good access, and I licked it gently up and down, wiggling my tongue, lapping at her wetness. I stroked her thighs with my hands, down to the backs of her knees. I could have stayed there all night, and I was sure that Samantha wouldn't object. She tasted very good, and I was getting very turned on. Hard again, even, though not quite so much as before. If I kept this up, I could get carried away by my own feelings, and I just was not sure I could handle explaining that to Gwen when I got home. Thinking about Gwen helped me to relax. I started thinking about my description of what I was doing to Sammy, as if I were relating it to my wife. I thought to myself, _Gwen, I kissed my way down the back of her thighs, licking her and tickling the insides, and she seemed to enjoy it. I knew she was turned on by this, but she still seemed a bit tight, and I wanted to help her to let go completely, to revel in the pleasure of the sensations I was triggering in her._ Samantha seemed to be enjoying herself, alright. She humped the bed gently, pressing her hand underneath her cunt, not enough to push in or stroke it hard, but enough to stimulate it. In my mind, I was making love to Samantha for the purpose of her pleasure, and for Gwen's, so she would know that my entire purpose was kindness. My own arousal had relaxed. At that point, I didn't feel anything of it; instead, my desire was to make Sammy enjoy herself as much as possible, simply from my touch, without getting anything for myself. My kisses continued down her legs, as did my stroking, pressing, and touching. I didn't stop along the way, but continued all the way down the soles of her feet. She didn't giggle when I did this, but did move her hand across her vulva, so I spent some time licking there and between her toes. I had alternated legs as I went down, and now I switched feet, licking each toe, sucking it into my mouth. I let go of her for a moment and said, "It is time to do you from the front." "Mmmmm . . . I am way past ready for that. Can't you just go for the main course?" "Trust me, the wait is very much worth it. And don't worry about ruffling the goods before I get there. They can handle it, so have fun." I resumed my activities, licking her toes again, then up her feet, gentling rubbing each one between my hands. She had folded her legs inward while leaving her thighs spread, open for my eyes and her fingers. I was not sure if she had come from her own attentions yet, but she showed no signs of slowing down her strokes. I continued my kissing, taking my time just as I had on the way down her legs. I kissed her knees on the top, but then slid down the back to add another bit of tickling stimulation. I continued my way along each leg, alternating between them as I had before. I finally reached her inner thighs, and Samantha moved her hands away to give me a clear shot at her lovely pussy. I granted her desire and spent much time licking her slit, her inner lips, and her clitoris. Her clit was now quite large, big enough to let me truly suck it into my mouth, and I did so while stroking the fur above with my fingers. The intensity of her reaction diverted me from my intention to only briefly stop there. In a slightly selfish bit of thought, I realized that I was quite tired and that I had to get up early in the morning. That if I continued this, my own excitement was going to rise and I might not be able to avoid going past this level of intimacy. Even less selfishly, I thought that Sammy really needed to reach climax, and denying her wouldn't be right. Sammy gasped and squealed, and whispered, "Please, please, don't stop." And so, I didn't stop. I licked her pussy all over; I sucked her clit, stroked her vagina lightly with one hand, her breasts with the other. She shook all over, coming hard, and I continued to suck her clit until she stopped, then licked softly all around her pussy. She had her eyes closed and was breathing slowly, simply lying on her back, relaxing, and I left her there to go to the bathroom. After relieving myself by urination, I started getting aroused again. I was worried that Samantha might ask for another activity, and I was worried because I had already exceeded my "look, don't touch" quota by a wide margin. When I came in and said, "It's late, we should get some sleep," it turned out that she was ahead of me in this feeling. But she was in the wrong room, and I didn't really want to explain to my coworkers about how I had Sammy stay overnight with me. That could start all sorts of bad rumors. She looked so peaceful, sleeping like an angel, that I couldn't make myself even try to wake her up. I was tired as well, and I lay down next to her on my back. I looked at her, enjoying the view and letting my relaxation turn into arousal. I then turned the light off, pulled a sheet up over us, and started stroking my genitals, softly cupping my balls, which had been strained by my activities tonight. Not hurting as much as true blue balls, since I'd had some release, but I felt a distinct need for release. I thought about Gwen, and what I would have to say to her when I got home. I owed her treatment at least as good as I had just given Sammy, and I imagined that she might forgive me, understanding how I had resisted temptation, even though I had come very close to doing more. I spent some time massaging my balls gently, stroking my cock, but I was quite tired and I fell asleep, rolling over to hold Samantha against me. I somehow managed to wake up before the alarm went off. I wasn't fully awake, and I felt my hard dick pressed between my wife's legs as I held her from behind. Still almost dreaming, I started pushing it against her, feeling the warmth and moisture of her sex against mine. I couldn't be sure yet if I had entered her, but it felt very nice, and I held her close, enjoying her scent and the feel of her breasts. I pumped back and forth between her legs, stroking her vulva with my hard cock. Suddenly, I realized that something was wrong. She smelled different this morning. I hadn't opened my eyes yet, but I could smell and feel her hair and it was not the same. It was shorter, for one thing. Her breasts also felt changed, not as full but somewhat firmer and with very hard, short nipples. "Sam!" I whispered. And stopped moving, as I remembered where I was, and what had happened last night. Samantha didn't seem to be awake, and perhaps didn't notice what we were almost doing. Perhaps even actually doing, as I felt moistness on the tip of my cock. I asked, a bit louder, "Sam?" But there was no answer, and her breathing seemed slow and steady. I rolled gently away from her, feeling my hard cock pop out from between her legs, and got up out of the bed. Gently, so as not to wake her, I walked, naked, to the bathroom. I could not do anything much there but wait and think, as my arousal prevented urination. What had seemed like friendly comforting, and a bit of mutual entertainment short of actual sex, seemed much more in the morning light. I had not yet decided what I was going to say to Samantha, but I already knew that we could not pursue this contact beyond what we had already done. My worrying let my hardness fade, and so I relieved some needs and washed myself up a bit before preparing to return to the bed. I thought to myself, _I'll just get myself off before I go out there. No need to take chances._ But as I started stroking myself, and getting hard, I changed my mind. Oh, not so far as to have sex with Sammy, but I wanted to check on her, and the time, since I needed to know how long I could let her sleep. As she still seemed to be asleep, even after I spoke her name and said, "Good morning, lover," I decided that I could afford to spend some time helping myself this morning. I had plenty of time, as I had woken up more than an hour before my usual get-ready time. Samantha had rolled onto her back, with the sheet down around her belly, revealing her pretty tits. There was some sunlight coming into the room, and it made her look very beautiful. I pulled the sheet down, revealing her body to me, and even pulled the blankets off her feet so I could see every detail. I was very hard by this time, and my cock twitched, triggering thoughts of simply climbing up onto her and sticking it into her. I could see her moistness, smell her sex, and I could just imagine how wonderful it would feel to do it. I spoke her name again, "Samantha?" But she didn't answer, again, and I wondered just where a fuck with a sleeping woman would fall on the cheating scale. If she didn't know, and I wouldn't tell, would it count? My temptation didn't lead me close to action at all, not as far as touching her. I sat on the chair next to the bed, enjoyed the view, and held my cock in my hands as I stroked it, intent on relieving this desire. My feeling was more than just a desire for climax and release, but to be freed of the fire that was in front of me, tempting me. Forty days in the wilderness were likely harder to take, and I knew that by tonight I'd be at home, safe and loved. I hoped for that, anyway, but I couldn't help enjoying this feeling of temptation. I stood up and moved over to the bed, standing without touching it. I leaned over, smelling her pussy, her belly, and her tits, and briefly kissed each nipple. I smelled her hair, still holding my cock in one hand. I moved back to her pussy, spread in front of me, and softly took a taste of her slit, breathing her fragrance in. Samantha didn't seem to wake even from this action, though she moved slightly, and I sat back in the chair, still watching her naked form. My own arousal was extremely strong, hurting in its intensity. My cock dripped with moisture of my own, and that lubrication accelerated the process. I stared at Sammy, at her pussy, her tits, her mouth, her hair, even her toes. I remembered last night, and my memories blended with others, with Gwen, with other women, and finally, release came. Not a mild orgasm, but an explosion. I groaned, loudly enough that I was sure that Samantha would notice. I held my hand over the head, trapping the fluids which came out, until my orgasm ceased. I then went into the bathroom and cleaned up a bit more. I washed my hands and my genitals, letting the warm water relax me even more. I felt very relieved and happy. I left the bathroom, and I still had not gotten dressed, or even put a robe on. Samantha had opened her eyes, but was still lying on the bed, naked and uncovered. She looked at me, staring at my naked body and my damp cock. She pulled herself up and looked down at her own body, a bit wet with sweat and moist between the legs. She asked me, "Did you do anything to me when I was asleep?" "Do you remember what we did last night, before you went to sleep?" "I think so. Last part I remember was you sucking my clit until I practically died coming," she stated, then laughed. "It was amazing. I could do that every night." "There is more to good sex than just sucking, but it is a start," I told her. "After you went to sleep, I lay down next to you and also went to sleep. This morning, I was very surprised to wake up holding you in my arms, and I thought that you were Gwen. I had started to do more than just hold you when I realized who you really were." "If I were Gwen, would you have stopped?" "No, but I would have changed my attentions to try to wake you up. As it was, you seemed so happy sleeping there, so I got up and went to the bathroom. I did touch you and look at you for inspiration. But I promise, no fucking, not even clit sucking, occurred." "I wouldn't have minded if you had," she mused. "I am very horny, ready to do it again, or even more. I can feel my pussy dripping, inviting me to put something in it. Could you please make love to me?" Now I felt very glad that I had gotten off before she woke up. This offer didn't even get a real rise in my dick, and I was sure she could see that. Some of that resistance to her offer came from my love for my wife, I'm certain, but I was grateful for the ability of satisfaction to conceal my temptations. "You can take care of yourself this morning. Remember, I will tell Gwen all about this weekend, as I have promised her to always tell the truth. But I can help you out a bit with your itch." Samantha lay back on the bed and started to play with herself, stroking her breasts, sides, belly, and pussy, sucking her fingers after pulling them out of her vagina, and doing a very good job of making me aroused. I kissed her nipples, sucking on them and caressing her breasts, biting them lightly, knowing that her arousal was already strong enough to make such touches exciting. I licked my way down her belly, briefly on her pubic hair, licking her fingers from behind as they moved in and out of her as she fucked herself. I didn't stop, though, but kept going all the way down to her right foot and toes. I stayed there, sucking on them, licking her soles, nibbling each ankle, as she caressed herself. When I thought she was close to coming, I moved back to her pussy, pushing my fingers into her and trying to lick her clit. Samantha allowed me to do so, spreading her legs further apart, and I continued this until she came hard. Her body shook, much as last night, but she was no longer drunk, nor were we tired. "That is a good hangover cure, Al." Samantha lay on the bed, still breathing hard, and she looked very happy. She stayed like this for some time, just lying there quietly, and I sat on the bed watching her. "Could I do you now?" she asked me. "I'm sorry, but I already took care of myself well before you woke up. See," I said, pointing to my cock, which was a little bit harder, but not fully extended and not showing signs of a need for release. "I need to take a shower, eat a bit, and get ready for work. I have a meeting this morning," I said to her as I got up off the bed. Sammy said, "I don't have a meeting, but, if I don't show up, they'll ask all sorts of questions about where I've been. I could use a shower too, do you think we could take one together?" "Yes. Just don't get any ideas in there." "It seems so strange, Al, to make love like this, and now stand naked in front of you and feel like I can't have you again. I'm sure that it isn't because you don't like me, but I can't help wanting something more." "Sammy, I understand. But I can't give you more. Last night was even more than I planned on. But trust me, if I weren't attached, I would give you a lot more. And somewhere, there is a guy who you will be able to keep and enjoy." We went into the bathroom, found the towels, and started the shower. The hotel bathroom had more room than mine at home, and there was more than enough room for us to be comfortable within the shower itself. We let the water run over our bodies and hair, and switched places to let both of us get wet. I rubbed soap on Sammy, and she helped wash my body. We both put shampoo on and let it start to rinse off. The shower happened to have a nice extension with a massage head. Samantha said, "I haven't seen one of those before." I answered, "They are a lot of fun. I have one at home, so let me show you just how it works best." I held the massage head, adjusted it for gentle pulsations, and aimed it over her back, down her ass, between her legs, and up her pussy. I left it there for quite a while, letting her relax under it, and then I hugged her close to me, with the shower head pulsating between us. My cock got hard; it pushed against her pussy, and this felt fine to me. I continued using the water on her, running it up her breasts, her neck, and then back to her pussy. I maintained my watery attention on her sexy pussy until she came again, squealing with delight. "I've never come so much in my life. I've got to get one of these at home!" I hadn't moved the water completely away from her pussy, and she said, "Stop, that's enough. Can I do you this way, please?" "It might be a good idea to release this before going to work," I answered, holding my now very hard cock. "Here, let me sit on the edge, and I'll hold my shaft. Carefully, gently, use the water on my balls, and everywhere else. I need it, really, but I'm very sensitive now, so please, be gentle." Samantha laughed, "I thought it was girls that require a gentle touch." "Trust me, I appreciate gentleness very well, and so do other guys." Samantha started using a very light spray, aiming at my chest, my nipples, and even my face, which made me close my eyes. I stroked my shaft, looking at her, and it didn't take long for the pressure to build up. She worked the water down between my legs, sprinkling it like a hard rain against my balls, and in no time I came again. Samantha continued to use the spray to rinse my cock off, and she caught a bit of my come on her fingers, tasting it. By this time, Samantha was getting horny again. "I can't believe it; my pussy feels like it is on fire." "I could cool you off again with my tongue. I think that might help." "I'm getting all wrinkled in here. Could we do it on the bed, please?" "Sure, if that would make you happy." We got out of the shower and dried off with our towels a bit. I looked at the time and recognized another hunger striking my body, this time in my belly. I told Samantha, "I think we should eat breakfast before continuing; otherwise, we may pass out from starvation." Laughing, she said, "I guess I don't mind, as long as we still have time for, you know, other food." "Not a problem, I think," I told her, and I called to order a simple breakfast for us. I got my robe on so I could answer the door for room service, but Samantha stayed naked. She told me, "Just let me know when it comes, and I'll hide under the covers. It feels so nice to be naked here with you. I haven't felt like this is so long." I was not quite sure how to answer this one. I had hoped to make her happy, and to help her relax, and, maybe, think about what kind of guy she really wanted in her life. I didn't want it to be me, however. I was older, which meant more experienced, and perhaps wiser in the ways of love and friendship. But I was also married, with no desire to change that relationship. I didn't answer right away. A knock on the door, and a voice saying, "Room service," interrupted my silence and let me avoid answering the question. If there was a question; I wasn't sure if Samantha was trying for something more from me, or just enjoying the feeling that good sex gives to life. Samantha jumped under the covers, and I went to answer the door. I tried not to be embarrassed about this situation, as I might have been if I were with my wife. But I didn't quite achieve that, and I forgot about not having any money in my pockets, or even having pockets, to use for a tip. I found my wallet, grabbed out a large bill, too big for an ordinary tip, and just gave it away, saying, "Thanks, keep the change, have a good morning." I started to set breakfast out, taking it off the cart and putting it on the table. Sammy came over, naked, and told me, "Get naked too. I want to have a nudist breakfast." The curtains on the window were open a bit, though it was very unlikely anyone other than a bird could see in. They exposed us both to daylight, not just to the dimmer room lights, and there was a glow about Samantha which made her seem even more attractive than before. Breakfast was just rolls, toast, donuts, and coffee, not a full meal. "One of the advantages of eating in the nude is that you don't have to worry about dripping jelly onto your suit or robe," I said to Sammy as a drop fell from her toast to her chest. "Let me show you another way to enjoy the jelly." I got up and leaned over her chest, licking the spilled jelly off. Some of it was on her tit, but most above there, so I decided to have some more. I opened up the little jelly container and poured some jelly over each nipple. I then licked it off, suckling her nipple for a while. I should have been more hungry for food, but somehow a donut and a cup of coffee satisfied me. "Don't stop eating, Sammy. Just let me have my breakfast here." She laughed and let me continue. I turned her chair away from the table and got some honey out, and I poured it over her belly and navel and into her pubic hair. I licked that off gently, not quite going for her sensitive spots directly. I was enjoying this meal very much, and I wanted Samantha to get turned on. For myself, I didn't think I could get it on again, and my cock didn't harden even with this delectable feast in front of me. I didn't proceed to her pussy, but instead got back in my chair and relaxed, finishing my coffee. Samantha asked me, "Is Gwen pretty?" "Sure, she is very pretty," I answered. It wasn't an objective answer, and I didn't even think about it. I love her, and even Samantha didn't attract me as she does. "OK, but is she as pretty as I am?" "It isn't fair to ask that. Love makes me see her as more beautiful than anyone. I would say, though, that most other people say she looks very nice. But that is true for you as well." I got up, went to my pants, andpulled my wallet out again. "Here, I have a picture of her," I said as I pulled the picture section open. My two kids, dog, even the cat, all have pictures in there. "Samantha looked at them and said, "No nudes? Not even a full body shot, just her head? How can I check her out like that?" "I don't need nudes to know what she looks like, or to remind me. And it might be embarrassing if anyone came across them." "She is nice, and your kids are beautiful. I don't quite understand how you can be like this, with me, and not worry about how it will affect her." "Samantha, I promise, I am going to tell her about this, and make sure that it is OK with her. I don't think she will mind your enjoying my attention and comfort, so don't think that she is going to hate you. As for the rest, that is between her and me, and I'll do whatever she wants to make things right between us. I'm not sorry about last night, and don't want you to be sorry either. "Since we are done eating food, I'd like to have one more meal, if you don't mind." I cleared off the table, but kept the honey jar and jellies handy. "Get up on the table, and let me have some sweet pussy pie for dessert." "Al, I don't know if I can take it. But go ahead, I can't believe this. I still want it." This time, I didn't hold back or go very slow. Samantha was quite wet, and her clitoris was exposed. I poured honey over it, then licked and sucked it clean, and repeated this many times. I took a small break to lick her nipples clean of jelly again, but I left my fingers crushing her clit gently between them, and Sammy put her own fingers inside her as I did that. It didn't take long for her to come again. "Oh, that was really wonderful." "Thanks. There is still time; let me have some more of this dessert, you sweet woman." "Go ahead, I think I can live through another one." It took longer, this time, to get the same level of arousal. My tongue was getting a little tired, despite the practice I've had working on it. But, as I was enjoying the taste and joy of her so much, I didn't mind it, and Samantha didn't seem to either. I could feel her climax building up, and she said, "Oh, this is even more intense than before." A knock on the door interrupted us. "Al, it's Daphne. It is almost nine, we have to get going to get to the meeting." I stopped licking Samantha, who yelped when she heard Daphne's voice. I spoke loudly, "OK, just wait a few minutes. I'll get dressed and be right down." I didn't think that Daphne heard Sammy, but Samantha started to get up off the table. I told her, "Just stay there. Let me finish you up, please. You were so close, it would be a shame to leave you unsatisfied. Daphne's gone, and we really do have enough time for me to do this for you." I went back between her legs, pouring some honey over her pussy and licking it all off again. Samantha said, "I can't believe that you are doing this to me." I wasn't quite sure why she said that, but I suspected that it wasn't just my eating her pussy like a piece of candy, or sucking her clit hard into my mouth between my teeth, then lapping her vagina deeply with my tongue. I concentrated on making her come, pushing deep into her, stroking her pussy lips with my fingers, sucking her clit deep into my mouth, until she came again. It can't have taken more than a minute to finish her up this way. We both started to get dressed. I had more to put on, needing my full suit and tie on this morning. Samantha had nothing but what she'd brought last night, and somehow seeing her dressed in that beautiful black outfit again turned me on. How it could, I wasn't positive, but I knew that her pussy, which I had just enjoyed tasting, was within reach if I just pulled the dress up. If I wanted to, I could even eat her in the elevator, if I dared. "Should I wait here a while before going out?" she asked. "Being sneaky only risks problems. If you are not ashamed of what you did . . . are you?" "No, it was wonderful." "Then you shouldn't act ashamed. That doesn't mean that you tell everyone, or anyone, what we did. Just act as though we are supposed to leave the room together, just as if you had stopped by this morning for breakfast or something like that." We took a look at each other. Samantha's dress looked a little worn but still quite nice, and I didn't think that anyone would notice her lack of underwear, though the lack of stockings was rather obvious. I opened the door and started to go out. Samantha was right behind me. I stopped short as I saw Daphne waiting across the hall. She seemed very surprised to see Samantha coming out with me, and she had a very shocked expression on her face. "Al, what is your wife going to think?" "About what? Oh, I don't keep secrets from Gwen. You can ask her about this after we get back, trust me. I was comforting Samantha, and she slept in my room last night. She drank quite a bit, remember, and just needed someone to talk to. She fell asleep, and I didn't want to trouble her by waking her up." "Uh huh," Daphne answered. She didn't say it, but it didn't seem to me that she was ready to believe me. "He was a perfect gentleman," Sammy piped up. "He didn't fuck me last night, if that is what you are thinking." Smiling, she followed with, "Though I wouldn't have minded, especially if he wasn't married." She held my hand with the ring up as she said this. "Maybe you'll meet someone nice here," I said, looking at Samantha, then back at Daphne. "It can't hurt to try. I just don't know if I can find someone as nice as you." "A guy who'll let you sleep in his room without fucking you?" Daphne asked wryly. "Tell me, Al, if you were single, would you still have been a perfect gentleman?" I was relieved, a little, by this question, as it seemed as though Daphne accepted my story. It was the truth, but I had left out some rather important details. "If she didn't want me to do more, and I wasn't married, yes." I looked at the time and realized that we really had to go. I told Samantha goodbye, and said we might get together for lunch later. Daphne and I headed to the elevator, to hurry to get to our meeting. In the elevator, with only the two of us to hear, Daphne asked me, "How can you feel so safe, having a sexy woman sleep in your room, when you are going to tell your wife about it?" "I trust Gwen, and she trusts me. I don't think that I did anything wrong to Gwen in having Samantha sleep there with me. Gwen and I have talked about the cheating issue, and the hazard of keeping secrets. If I didn't tell her, and she found out, it would seem even worse." "But what if Samantha hadn't taken no for an answer? What if you were, you know, too drunk or horny, and you did, in her words, fuck?" "I would still tell Gwen, of course. It would even be OK and work out. I would prefer to avoid that, but it wouldn't ruin our relationship." "Why? I mean, why avoid it, if she would accept it. I can understand not doing it, and even telling her about it afterward. But if she is really OK about it, why not go all out and have fun?" "Because I love my wife. Resisting temptation only applies if there is some temptation, and being told that it is OK if I do it eliminates the risk of temptation. I'd rather keep that resistance against it, because even though it might be safe, and will be forgiven, I don't want to push it too often, just in case I can't handle it, even if she can. She asked, "That means that I could have come to your room and gotten laid last night, instead of sitting alone and getting off?" "Other than the problem of the relationship sticking with us when we went home, yes. Though I still may have said no, even if you came in naked and asked me. You could have gotten Stevie to go to your room easily enough. Or even Robbie." "I wouldn't steal Robbie from Maggie. I like him, but I wouldn't do that. And Stevie is annoying, even if he is cute. If I did go to bed with him, I'm sure he'd never let it end with just one time." "You didn't have sex with him when you went out?" "No. We kissed, he rubbed my tits, and he told me how wonderful sex with him would be. I didn't want to be disappointed, and I told him so," Daphne said, laughing, "by his not living up to his PR." "I didn't know that his teasing about sex actually extended to his real relationships, but I could see why he seems so frustrated at work." Daphne asked me, "Are you going to tell your wife about us? I mean, about my thinking about sleeping with you?" "Sure." "If I had slept in your room, I'd have tried to fuck you. Did you sleep in your clothes?" "No, I slept in bed, as usual." "That means you were naked? Didn't you say that you always sleep naked?" "Yes. I had a robe I could grab easily enough, and there were two beds, since they gave me a double." Though with all the boxes, books, and equipment on it, I hadn't bothered to actually do that. But I didn't tell Daphne that. "Dang. I can't believe you are going tell your wife that you slept, naked, with another woman in the room. Especially one as sexy as Sam, and when she was horny, too." "I'm sure she'll enjoy the story." We got off the elevator and went to our meeting. After the meeting, it was back to the show booth, and work, again. Daphne didn't mention Samantha being in my room to the guys, and I didn't bring it up either. We had a lot of other work to do, including dealing with the customers who couldn't or didn't decide right away that they would work with us or wanted our products. That meant that we were very busy, and, despite some confusing feelings about the events of this weekend, I just didn't have time to dwell on them. Later on, after lunch, Sam dropped by. She was still wearing the same black dress, and she still had nothing on under it. Daphne stared at her, watching as Stevie flirted with her again, suggesting that maybe she needed a nice cute guy to have some fun with. I suspected that Daphne had noticed what she wasn't wearing this morning, and I could easily see the lack of panty lines under her dress in the bright light of the convention floor. Samantha said that she had to go, and it was nice talking to us again, and she left. A short while later, Daphne came back from the ladies' room with her bra off. Her shirt wasn't so thin as to make this completely obvious, but I noticed two hard points and the subtle change in her shape. She told me, "The air-conditioning in here isn't working that good, and it is getting hot. I hope you don't mind." Stevie made no comment about this, and I was surprised that he said nothing about how hot Sammy looked without underwear, or, at least, with bare legs. He was looking at the girls passing by us, but didn't seem to be paying attention to the women right next to him. Daphne asked, "Has Sam been wearing her dress like that since this morning?" I answered, "I guess so. Maybe it will help her find someone nice." Stevie said "Dress like what?" Robbie laughed. He is nice, a bit geeky-looking, shy, but has a nice girl that he loves. That is one big reason that Daphne never tries to hit on him, even though she is lonely and horny. Daphne said, "She wasn't wearing any underwear." "Oh. Wow, is she ever a hot babe. I should go after her." I told him, "You have to stay here and work. Besides, you should find a nice regular girlfriend at home. You'd be happier that way." We kept on working through the close of the convention, then did the usual work of packing everything up, making out our order reports, and all of the rest of the things which this part of our jobs entailed. It left me tired, and we stopped briefly at the bar for a couple of drinks. I hadn't seen Samantha since earlier this afternoon, but I had hoped to say goodbye to her, and maybe talk a bit more about what had happened between us. I stopped in the lobby to phone home, but got the answering machine. I left a brief message that said I really wanted some quiet time to talk with her when I got home, but I didn't say anything about what had happened between Sammy and me. I went up to my room to pack, and Sammy was waiting there for me. She asked, "Could you walk me to my room? I have some things I want to ask you about." I said OK, and we went off. She told me the story about how her appearance didn't draw nearly as much attention as she had hoped. Guys still flirted with her, but there didn't seem to be any big difference between today and yesterday, even though she had her bare pussy practically dripping for someone to notice. "The air conditioning vents are real cool, in two ways. I wish there was a nice floor vent, for that Marilyn Monroe look, so that someone might notice my pussy tingling besides me." "Didn't anyone notice? I can believe that some guys would miss it. Stevie did, he talked with you and never even noticed. But the rest of us noticed your pantyless attire." "The only persons who noticed for sure were two teen girls, high school types, maybe 16. I was coming down the escalator, and I had one leg up a step to spread my dress, and by that time I didn't care if everyone saw me, or security came after me, as long as someone appreciated what I was after." "What happened?" "The two of them watched me, and one licked her lips and said 'Yummy' as I passed. I was so embarrassed that those girls, or one of them, thought that I was showing off for them." "At least someone noticed. And teen girls can have talented tongues," I said, and laughed again. "I'd rather have a talented guy use his tongue on me. Could you please, please, demonstrate your product one more time?" "Sammy, I appreciate the offer, but I think that this time you should take care of your problem yourself." "Let me show you what you are missing, if you've forgotten." We were on the right floor, but her room was far down the hall. She pulled her dress up and off, not just a quick flash, despite stopping for a minute to let me watch her pussy. "It is so wet, I can't believe how horny I've been running around all day with it exposed like this. If my dress were shorter, I'm sure that someone else could have noticed it better. But please, don't leave this pie uneaten. I need it, just one more time." Samantha stuck her finger into herself and pushed it in and out. I couldn't stop watching, but I knew that we could easily get caught doing this. And my resistance to temptation couldn't handle this very well at all. I kissed her on her lips, then her nipples, and, finally, I sucked on her pussy. She came right there in the hallway, taking only a couple of minutes. She was still wet, and she said, "Please, come with me until I just can't take it any more. Make me do it, let me feel it again." If she had said, "Come fuck me," I could have said no. But I just couldn't see where it would hurt to please her again as I had this morning. I was very turned on by her nakedness in the hallway, and I would feel so much safer in her room. "Go on, run, and I'll eat you in your bed." I don't know if anyone saw us, but I heard voices as we ran down the hall. We got to her room, and then she had to find the key that was in her purse, which was rolled up inside her dress. I pushed my fingers into her pussy as she tried to open the door, and she only went, "Oh, oh." No warning at all about letting her get in safely, no thought at all except of sex, as far as I could think or feel on my fingers. When we got inside, she said, "You can lick me clean now. Please, say yes, dammit!" "Yes!" And I proceeded to do so with her standing, kissing her from head to ankles, as she still had her shoes on but nothing else. And she came again. She said, "Thanks. You've been wonderful to me this weekend. Are you really going to tell your wife about us?" "Yes. I think she will be happy that I resisted fucking you, even with such a beautiful offer as yours is." "Could you do me one more time? Love me just a little longer?" Samantha sang to me. "I can do that." I gave her another full body and tongue massage, pushing my fingers hard into her vagina, until she came and fell asleep. I left her on her bed, naked and uncovered, and put the "Do not disturb" sign on the door, locking it as I went out. I didn't treat her exactly the same as the previous night, because she had been so close to coming, but I still managed to taste every part of her again. I was very horny, and it was hard to get her image out of my mind. I made her happy, and, I think, satisfied her itch for a while, and, maybe, taught her something. I wouldn't see her again soon, and, by the time I did, my temptation for her might fade. On the trip home in the van, we talked about many things, as usual. But the conversation ended up on relationships and sex. Daphne was up front with me, the men in back. She hadn't put her bra back on but had changed to a lighter shirt, which made this fact even more apparent. Our conversation led to Samantha, whom we all liked. "Did you say goodbye to Sam before we left?" Daphne asked. "I even kissed her goodbye," I teased back. "How was she feeling?" "She seemed pretty happy. I hope that she finds someone good for her soon." "You are a very nice man," Daphne told me. Robbie asked, "What about me?" "You are nice too." Then Stevie chimed in with, "Anything nice to say about me?" "You could be nicer if you tried harder. You look very nice, but you don't pay attention well." "What do you mean?" "You haven't said anything about my taking my bra off after lunch. I was sitting next to you the whole time, and I watched you ogle the women coming by, especially the models in their sexy outfits." "You aren't wearing a bra? It doesn't show." "See! Al and Robbie noticed. They didn't make snide comments, just asked if I was comfortable. And it does show, if you paid attention. Not only was my bra starting to scratch me, my nipples were staying hard, and that was uncomfortable too." "Hey, does that mean you were horny for me again?" "Not exactly. I was horny, but . . . Al, please help?" "Just because you are horny, and want to have sex, doesn't mean that you have to do something about it with the closest person. Even if you like that person, and think they are sexy, you don't have to. On top of that, at-work romances have other problems, such as when they break up. You acted rather bad when Daphne said she wouldn't go out with you again, like there was something wrong with her." OK, that was about it. We were quiet until home. Stevie seemed to be thinking about the situation, and perhaps he might actually change. We dropped the guys off, and Daphne rode with me until she dropped me off at home. She asked, "What do you think your wife will say when you tell her about this weekend?" "I'm going to 'pet the cat' a few times before that comes up. You know, 'Nothing is more important than petting the cat'." "And kissing it, pampering it, maybe licking it a bit," laughing. "Mmm, especially when you finish the story off with _not_ fucking sexy Sammy after she offered herself to you. She did, didn't she?" "Don't tell anyone else, though. She was a bit drunk, and lonely. It isn't easy to find someone who really loves you and will stick with you even in bad times. I'm just lucky, I guess." "Can you tell me about it, after you tell your wife?" "How about you ask her? I'll tell her that you want to know, and she can call you up and talk about it. She might even have some advice on how to meet nice guys." She noticed my hard-on. Daphne looked at me for a long time, letting me see where her gaze was aimed, and said, "Looks like you've been missing your wife." "Sammy really made it hard for the trip home. She thanked me for treating her so nicely and hugged me. And, on top of that, my wife and I got cut off, so I didn't get to talk with her much, as we usually do." "Have fun!" Daphne laughed at me, as I went towards the house. "Thanks! I'll see you tomorrow at work." I headed into the house. I could hear the kids making some noise, the TV on as it often was. I was happy to be home, and looking forward to seeing my kids and my wife. I was worried about how to explain this weekend, but I remembered our trust and my promise. And my love, and that helped me relax. I opened the door, and went inside. === Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000. Please don't distribute in an altered form, with removal of any part of the story or author credit and copyright info. Do not distribute it, or place it on a website, CDROM, or other location or publication, with any charges for acquisition, either to access the site or archive, or any other charges specifically for the story, without permission. If you liked this story, want to put it in a free collection, want to tell me how I could write better, or just would like to say hello, write to me at my email address shown above. 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