30,000ft High
Sammy Jo was one of the last to board the airplane. Finding her seat at the back, she thought to herself, “Oh goody! Three seats all to myself.” Sammy settled into the window seat, making herself nice and comfortable for the four-hour flight to Tenerife. “Excuse me Miss…” said a male voice. “Oh! Hi!” Sammy replied, as she looked up, staring into deep, brown eyes. “Erm…I am afraid you appear to be sat in my seat,” he said. “Oh I am so sorry. Let me just move.” “No it’s ok,” he replied. “You look comfortable. Please stay where you are.” “Thanks,” said Sammy. “You’re a true gent and there’s not many of you left.” The stranger gave her a sheepish smile as he stowed his bag in the overhead locker. He sat down beside her and introduced himself as Paul. “Hi! I am Sammy Jo. Pleased to meet you.” “That’s a lovely name,” he replied. “Thank you,” she said, giving him her finest smile, whilst secretly thinking that she was really going to enjoy this flight. They chatted and flirted with one another as though they were old friends. “Strange,” thought Sammy, “I feel that I could tell him anything.” As it turned out, they were both in relationships where there was no longer a great deal of sex involved, “Another coincidence?” Sammy pondered. Sammy got up from her seat and asked Paul if he would excuse her, so that she could visit the bathroom. Paul moved his legs sideways to let Sammy pass, gently placing his hands against her hips to steady her. “Ooh!” Sammy exclaimed. “You sent sparks through me.” “I know,” said Paul. “I felt them as well.” Sammy felt herself getting slightly moist between her legs and thought she could really do with a good fuck. She went to the toilet and after a few minutes there was a knock on the door. “Who is it?” Sammy asked. “It’s me…Paul,” came the reply. Sammy opened the toilet door and Paul slipped inside, slipping the bolt behind him. “I’m sorry! I cannot help it,” he said. “As soon as I saw you, I knew I wanted you and I know you feel the same way too.” “Yes I do.” Paul reached out and began to caress Sammy’s hair. Before she knew it, she could feel his hot breath teasing against her neck as he slipped his tongue in her ear. Sammy closed her eyes, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter, in anticipation of what was yet to come. She trembled as Paul’s hands cupped her breasts. He quickly tore Sammy’s blouse open, pulling the red lace of her bra below her nipples, leaning in and gently sucking against each one in turn, flicking and darting with his tongue. “Oh Paul! Please just fuck me, it’s been so long,” she cried. “Hush. Not yet.” “But what if we are disturbed?” she said. “Don’t worry,” he soothed. “I am a pilot for this company and I have organized things so that we will be left alone.” ”Ooh lovely,” she replied. ”Now…this is my treat,” said Paul. “You just enjoy it.” He leaned in once more and continued to suck upon each of Sammy’s nipples. She gasped as she felt a hand caress across a thigh. Sammy could feel the warmth of his hand through her short summer skirt. She felt his hand slide between her legs and stroke her pussy through her red panties. He eased them to one side and started to massage Sammy Jo's pussy, slowly rubbing her clitoris and pushing two fingers deep into her love hole. Sammy couldn't take much more. Her breathing became rapid. It had been so long that she was starting to lose it. Paul knew this too. “Now Paul, please. I don't know how much more I can take.” ”No,” said Paul. “I want you gagging honey.” Paul knelt down in front of her. He lifted her skirt up and told her to open her legs. Sammy did as she was told and Paul dipped his head between her legs. He pulled and nibbled at Sammy’s clit making her gasp. He massaged her with his fingers and slipped his tongue into her sopping wet pussy. He lapped at her and sucked her pussy. “Paul, please. I cannot take much more.” ”I have a surprise,” he said and took a rabbit vibrator out of his pocket. Sammy Jo's eyes widened. “Oh god!” she said. “Fuck me with it now please…please.” Paul eased the vibrator inside Sammy’s wet pussy, pushing slowly and making sure those little rabbit ears caressed her clit. He increased the power, sending Sammy to the brink of a wonderful orgasm and causing her almost to scream. Paul turned it up further still, working in and out of her pussy. He watched her closely as she started to cum. “Oh god! I'm cumming. I can't hold it anymore. Oh baby!” Paul smiled as she climaxed so very hard, the rabbit’s ears really pounding her clit and her juices slipping out of her pussy around the vibrator. He eased the vibrator out of her and lapped at the juices from her pussy. “Did you enjoy that honey?” said Paul. “Oh yes! But what about you?” she replied. “I am fine. It was my present, just for you.” Sammy Jo kissed him full on the mouth, tasting herself against his lips as she did so. ”Well Paul!” Sammy said. “You will just have to let me return the favour.”
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
A Wink and a Smile
Mira sat at the restaurant table playing with her food. She twirled her fork around her pasta in an absent-minded fashion. She paid no heed to the conversation going on around her. She simply stared across the room at the waiter. He had been toying with her all night, she was certain of it. Mira and her two friends had sat down at the table and he had immediately greeted them. He winked at her. She thought maybe she had imagined it, but then he took every opportunity to come by the table and check on them, touch her casually on the arm, and he had even leaned in closely to her to help her choose a glass of wine. It had been much closer than would have been appropriate if she weren’t horribly attracted to him. Just now he was staring right back at her from the corner of the bar where he stood. He too was engaged in absent-minded conversation with those around him. His fellow servers were trying to tell him things and he wasn’t hearing a word of it. As Mira stared at him he nodded his head almost imperceptibly toward the bathroom. She inclined her head in acceptance, asked her friends to please excuse her, and hurried off toward the bathroom. She beat him there, but not by much. The bathroom was a one person room, most convenient for them. They would have no intrusions. She went in, but did not lock the door. He followed seconds later and locked the door behind him. He stalked over to her quite purposefully and shoved her roughly against the wall. Mira moaned as his lips came crashing down on hers. He seized her in a bruising kiss, while his body kept her pinned to the wall. She returned his kiss with equal roughness, her hands making fists in his hair, and grinding her hips against his. She could feel his hardness pressing into her. Her hands moved from his now tangled hair to his butt, where she pulled him harder toward her. His hands roamed emphatically over her body, grabbing her breasts, pinching her nipples. Mira fumbled now at his pants, wanting them down, wanting to have at him. His pants fell around his ankles and he grabbed her under her butt and lifted her up. She was wearing a loose skirt with no panties underneath. He hiked up the skirt as he lifted her and she came down easily on top of his rigid cock. She gasped in pleasure as she felt him plunge into her. She rocked up and down, her hot wetness surrounding him. He thrust in and out of her as she writhed on top of him. Her legs wrapped around his body, holding her aloft. Mira threw her head back and moaned as he plunged deeper and deeper within her, as he ravaged her fully. His groans grew louder the faster he went. Her juices dripped down his balls, onto his legs. Harder and faster, deeper and more intense, he fucked her up against the wall. He lifted her legs higher, wanting more. More of her, more of her sopping wet pussy. Her nails dug into him as she felt herself about to come. He hammered into her, groaning. She kissed him quickly, stifling both their cries as they came. Her orgasm shot through her body like lightning. A moment later, with one last hard thrust, he came into her. He let go of her and fell back against the wall exhausted. She sank down to the floor, her legs not wanting to hold her up. They looked at each other for a moment, smiled, and then kissed. The waiter left the bathroom first, and she waited a minute or two, not wanting to call attention to their little tryst. She rejoined her friends at their table and resumed eating her pasta. When the waiter came by to refill their waters, he gave her another wink.
Mira sat at the restaurant table playing with her food. She twirled her fork around her pasta in an absent-minded fashion. She paid no heed to the conversation going on around her. She simply stared across the room at the waiter. He had been toying with her all night, she was certain of it. Mira and her two friends had sat down at the table and he had immediately greeted them. He winked at her. She thought maybe she had imagined it, but then he took every opportunity to come by the table and check on them, touch her casually on the arm, and he had even leaned in closely to her to help her choose a glass of wine. It had been much closer than would have been appropriate if she weren’t horribly attracted to him. Just now he was staring right back at her from the corner of the bar where he stood. He too was engaged in absent-minded conversation with those around him. His fellow servers were trying to tell him things and he wasn’t hearing a word of it. As Mira stared at him he nodded his head almost imperceptibly toward the bathroom. She inclined her head in acceptance, asked her friends to please excuse her, and hurried off toward the bathroom. She beat him there, but not by much. The bathroom was a one person room, most convenient for them. They would have no intrusions. She went in, but did not lock the door. He followed seconds later and locked the door behind him. He stalked over to her quite purposefully and shoved her roughly against the wall. Mira moaned as his lips came crashing down on hers. He seized her in a bruising kiss, while his body kept her pinned to the wall. She returned his kiss with equal roughness, her hands making fists in his hair, and grinding her hips against his. She could feel his hardness pressing into her. Her hands moved from his now tangled hair to his butt, where she pulled him harder toward her. His hands roamed emphatically over her body, grabbing her breasts, pinching her nipples. Mira fumbled now at his pants, wanting them down, wanting to have at him. His pants fell around his ankles and he grabbed her under her butt and lifted her up. She was wearing a loose skirt with no panties underneath. He hiked up the skirt as he lifted her and she came down easily on top of his rigid cock. She gasped in pleasure as she felt him plunge into her. She rocked up and down, her hot wetness surrounding him. He thrust in and out of her as she writhed on top of him. Her legs wrapped around his body, holding her aloft. Mira threw her head back and moaned as he plunged deeper and deeper within her, as he ravaged her fully. His groans grew louder the faster he went. Her juices dripped down his balls, onto his legs. Harder and faster, deeper and more intense, he fucked her up against the wall. He lifted her legs higher, wanting more. More of her, more of her sopping wet pussy. Her nails dug into him as she felt herself about to come. He hammered into her, groaning. She kissed him quickly, stifling both their cries as they came. Her orgasm shot through her body like lightning. A moment later, with one last hard thrust, he came into her. He let go of her and fell back against the wall exhausted. She sank down to the floor, her legs not wanting to hold her up. They looked at each other for a moment, smiled, and then kissed. The waiter left the bathroom first, and she waited a minute or two, not wanting to call attention to their little tryst. She rejoined her friends at their table and resumed eating her pasta. When the waiter came by to refill their waters, he gave her another wink.
A Hole in One
"You're sure I look OK?" I asked Rob - I knew tonight meant a lot to him, it was a works dinner - his chance to impress the boss and show him he was management material.
"Babe, you look gorgeous, just as you always do!" he kissed me gently on the lips. "You'll knock em dead!"
I glanced in the full length mirror we had in the hallway - I did look good! My long brown hair shone in the light as I flicked it over my shoulder. The silky black dress I was wearing clung to my curves nicely, showing my shapely hips and full breasts off to their best. I felt a little self-conscious, it’s not often I go out without a bra, but this dress was backless.
Dinner was one of those formal occasions, with everyone sat according to where they were in favour with the boss - David Pressman. He was a good looking man, probably in his late 30s, with blonde hair and twinkling blue eyes. He seemed to ooze confidence, and the people sat near him clung to his every word. Rob pointed out various people to me, Mr Pressman's personal assistant, his financial manager, his advisors .... Rob desperately wanted to be a part of that crowd, earning real money and getting respect. I didn't see the attraction myself, but it meant a lot to Rob, so I was the dutiful girlfriend and smiled sweetly all evening.
After dinner, things got a little more sociable. People stood around talking in their little groups, Mr Pressman flitted from one group to the next, each one sucking up to him. It was almost sickening. These people didn't actually like him, they just said the right things because he's the boss and they wanted to better their positions - like Rob.
Before long, it was our turn. Rob nervously adjusted his tie as he came striding over. Mr Pressman held out his hand for Rob to shake. "Hello, it’s Rob Amble isn't it?"
"Yes, Sir, from the accounts office - and this is my girlfriend, Lucy."
Mr Pressman took my hand and kissed it. "Enchanted to meet you, Lucy," he said, gazing into my eyes. For a moment, I held his gaze and my heart skipped a beat - boy was he good looking! I noticed him look me up and down, taking in my full body. It felt uncomfortable but nice at the same time. He then turned his attention to Rob, and they started a discussion about the upcoming job interview. I decided to leave them to it, and I grabbed myself a glass of champagne from the nearby table and went off in search of something more interesting.
The building we were in was a clubhouse for a golf club, and had a verandah overlooking the golf course itself. No one was there, so I decided to go out onto it for some fresh air. I leaned on the railing, sipping my champagne and just enjoying the quiet.
After a few minutes, I became aware that I was no longer alone. Mr Pressman was stood next to me, also leaning on the railing. "Things a bit much in there for you? Lucy isn't it?"
"I just needed some fresh air,” I said, turning to face him.
"Rob's a nice young man,” he said ... "and he's also a very lucky young man to have someone as beautiful as you by his side."
This made me blush, which I don't often do. "Yes, he is a nice young man," I replied. "You should give him that promotion!" I laughed, then regretted it - I can't believe I'd just said that, I'd probably just totally ruined any chance he'd had.
"I admire your boldness," Mr Pressman said. "But the people I promote have to have a little something extra that I want in return." He was looking at me in the same way he'd looked at me when we were introduced, but this time, instead of feeling uncomfortable, I liked it.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, Jones's wife is the manageress at the football stadium, she gets me free tickets for all the big games whenever I want - that’s how he got his promotion. Andrews's wife is a buyer for a large designer store, I get all my suits from her, all hugely discounted of course ... that's how he earned his promotion."
I felt sick! This guy only promoted people who could grease his palm with free gifts! Not only did it seem so wrong, but it was unfair ... there was no way Rob and I could do that! I worked in a small office, and the only perks I got was the odd post-it note! That was hardly going to impress someone like David Pressman.
"Don't worry," he said, obviously sensing my concern, "I'm sure we'll come up with something you can offer me" ... and before I knew it, he had his arm round my waist and began kissing me hard on the lips! His tongue explored my mouth as I felt his hands caressing the bare flesh of my back. He pulled away and returned to leaning on the railing. I wasn't quite sure how I was supposed to react. Part of me was angry with him, but another part was enjoying it. I wondered where it was leading, if anywhere, and downed the rest of my drink in one swift gulp.
He broke the silence with a sigh, and he pointed over towards the golf course. "Have you ever had sex outdoors?" he asked.
"No. I'd be worried about getting caught!"
"That’s half the thrill of it!" he exclaimed. "There's nothing like the feeling of cool grass on your naked skin, and the soft breeze around your sweating body." His eyes sparkled in the dim light, and I could hear his breathing deepen. "That golf course would have some wonderful hidden spots, great for having sex." He took my hand. "Come look with me ... what harm would it do?" The excitement in his voice and in his eyes was undeniable, and, despite my reservations, I allowed him to lead me down the steps and onto the green.
We walked, hand in hand, across the grass towards a bunker that had a small hill behind it. The hill was also sheltered by trees. We were now some distance away from the clubhouse, although you could still hear the music. "Here seems like a good spot," Mr Pressman said, he was already laid on his back on the grass. "Join me Lucy!"
"I don't know about this Mr Press.." I began to protest.
"It’s David .. and don't worry. No one will miss us, and no one can see us here." He grabbed my hand and tugged me down to sit by him. "Lie down my dear, feel how wonderful the grass is on your skin."
I did as he commanded, but before my head had even touched the ground, he was leaning over me, his hands sliding down the front of my dress to my breasts and kissing me. At first, I didn't know how to act, but the dampness I could feel between my legs was telling me I should be enjoying it. I returned his kiss, my own tongue finding his and wrapping round it. His hands were roughly exploring my body now, I'd never experienced pure lust before and it was really turning me on. Rob was a gentle lover and would not have dreamt of being as rough as David was being. He slipped the straps of my dress down, kissing my shoulders and working down towards the top of my breasts, and then he pulled my dress down further, freeing them.
"Very nice," he whispered in my ear, before he began sucking one of my nipples. At one point he bit it, not hard, but a definite bite. I found that I actually liked it, and pushed my chest into his face more. He continued kissing, sucking, biting and licking my breasts, shoulders and neck as his hands wrapped round my waist feeling for the zipper on my dress. I felt the fabric loosen, then move down my body as he pulled the dress off. I wriggled out of the last bit, leaving myself naked apart from the lacy panties I was wearing. The cool night air felt good against my skin, and the slight dampness of the grass underneath me was an odd, but sensual experience. His hands pulled my panties down and he stared at my nakedness, drinking in every inch of my body.
"I told you it was good didn't I?" David said, as he started to undo his shirt. I sat up to help him, untucking his shirt from his trousers and undoing from the bottom upwards. In seconds, it was off and thrown to the ground as he pulled me towards him. His chest was toned with just a few hairs. He was tanned, despite it being still early in the year - he obviously used a sunbed or had been abroad somewhere sunny. I undid his trousers and pulled them down, followed by his pants. His cock sprung free, rising up like some monster rising from the sea. My fingers stroked it and I could feel it respond by getting harder, the veins becoming very visible.
He lay back and pulled me onto him in the 69 position, leaving me in no doubt what he wanted. One of my hands cupped his heavy balls, whilst the other began to work the base of his shaft. My mouth closed over the tip, and my tongue tasted the pre-cum already present. He responded with a moan as he began to lick from my clit and all the way round to my ass. His tongue teased the whole area as his hands stroked the curves of my ass cheeks.
I swirled my tongue round the tip of his cock as both my hands ran up and down its length. My excitement was growing, and I'd almost forgotten where I was and that we might be caught any moment. I wanted more of that cock in my mouth and I started to suck it in, slowly taking it a centimetre or so at a time. I could hear him moan, "Yesss Lucy ... that’s it!" He'd stopped licking me just to concentrate on the sensation of the blow-job I was giving him. I moved myself so that I was between his legs, I found it easier to suck him that way. I stoked his stomach and squeezed his balls as I felt the tip of his cock reach the back of my throat. I gagged initially, but then relaxed as I felt him thrust into my mouth more. "That's it Lucy, fuck me with your mouth," he moaned. I bobbed up and down on his cock, increasing my speed. I was hungry for his cock and I sucked as hard as I knew how. After a few minutes, his hips gave a jerk and I felt his hot cum spurt into my throat. I swallowed it the best I could as his hips continued thrusting into me. He pulled out as his cock began to soften and pulled my face towards his. He kissed me, tasting his own juices inside my mouth and his hands frantically grabbing my body all over.
We were both breathing very heavily now, wanting more. I felt his hands stroke my inner thigh, so I parted my legs and guided them towards my wet pussy. His fingers found the swollen mound of my clit and rubbed it hard. I gasped out, surprised that just a touch could bring me almost to orgasm. His fingers found my aching hole and pushed in, whilst his tongue continued the work his fingers had been doing on my clit. I could feel the heat rising inside me as his frenzied movements worked me towards orgasm. I arched my back and called out, "Oooo god!!!!" as a massive wave of pure pleasure enveloped my entire body.
I was now badly in need of that cock inside me, and as I recovered from my orgasm, I beckoned for David to get on top of me. The tip of his now fully erect cock brushed against my clit as he slid up my body. "Fuck me!" I whispered, as his face came level with mine.
"What was that?" he said, brushing the hair from my face.
"Fuck me!" I said louder, wrapping my arms round his shoulders.
"I want to hear you beg for it!" He laughed, nibbling my ear.
"Fuck me now David!" I begged, "Fuck me deeper and harder than I've ever been fucked before!" And with that, his cock pushed hard into my dripping pussy. "Yesssss!" I groaned as I felt the insides of my pussy clamp onto that wonderful cock inside me. He pulled my legs over his shoulders and pushed into me more, only his balls stopped him from going any deeper. I braced myself for his thrustings, which came after just a few moments. Each time he pulled his cock almost the whole way out, leaving just the tip in, then rammed back in hard and fast. We were both gasping and groaning loudly, lost in the pure, wild lust of the moment. It didn't take long for me to cum again, this time my whole body shook and I felt dizzy as each thrust sent another shockwave through my body.
Before the orgasm had subsided, he withdrew and rolled me onto my stomach. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, and then his cock pushing gingerly against the hole. "Have you ever had it in ass before Lucy?" he said. I only managed to gasp out a "no" before I felt him enter me. "Just relax and enjoy,” he whispered as he pushed in further. After the initial resistance and shock, this new sensation was amazing! He moved in and out, lying on top of me and kissing my shoulders, with his hands underneath on my stomach. From his moans, I could tell he must be close to exploding, and I was right. "Where do you want my cum, baby?" he breathed into my ear.
"In my pussy!" I begged. "I want you to cum deep inside my pussy!"
He pulled his cock out of my ass, and adjusted his position so that he could enter my pussy from behind. He started pounding into me again, his balls slapping against my skin. He reached round to rub my clit and I rocked back and forth onto him. I rode him for a few wild minutes, before we both came. He pumped his hot juices into me as I almost passed out with the most intense orgasm I've ever had. I could hear David panting, "OOO yesss!!! So gooood!" as I sobbed.
We lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms, for a few moments. Neither of us spoke, our bodies still quivering from the intense passion we'd just put them through. The chill night air felt good against my skin, slowly cooling me down. After what felt like an age, David sat up and kissed me tenderly on the cheek. "You're a very sexy young woman, Lucy," he said, as he began to get dressed. "Perhaps, once Rob is settled into his new position, we can come up with some regular arrangement?" I don't think it was a question that he needed an answer for, it was more of a command. I watched him walk slowly back to the clubhouse before I could muster up the composure to get myself dressed. I had a really weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, Rob was getting his much wanted promotion, but at what price?
"You're sure I look OK?" I asked Rob - I knew tonight meant a lot to him, it was a works dinner - his chance to impress the boss and show him he was management material.
"Babe, you look gorgeous, just as you always do!" he kissed me gently on the lips. "You'll knock em dead!"
I glanced in the full length mirror we had in the hallway - I did look good! My long brown hair shone in the light as I flicked it over my shoulder. The silky black dress I was wearing clung to my curves nicely, showing my shapely hips and full breasts off to their best. I felt a little self-conscious, it’s not often I go out without a bra, but this dress was backless.
Dinner was one of those formal occasions, with everyone sat according to where they were in favour with the boss - David Pressman. He was a good looking man, probably in his late 30s, with blonde hair and twinkling blue eyes. He seemed to ooze confidence, and the people sat near him clung to his every word. Rob pointed out various people to me, Mr Pressman's personal assistant, his financial manager, his advisors .... Rob desperately wanted to be a part of that crowd, earning real money and getting respect. I didn't see the attraction myself, but it meant a lot to Rob, so I was the dutiful girlfriend and smiled sweetly all evening.
After dinner, things got a little more sociable. People stood around talking in their little groups, Mr Pressman flitted from one group to the next, each one sucking up to him. It was almost sickening. These people didn't actually like him, they just said the right things because he's the boss and they wanted to better their positions - like Rob.
Before long, it was our turn. Rob nervously adjusted his tie as he came striding over. Mr Pressman held out his hand for Rob to shake. "Hello, it’s Rob Amble isn't it?"
"Yes, Sir, from the accounts office - and this is my girlfriend, Lucy."
Mr Pressman took my hand and kissed it. "Enchanted to meet you, Lucy," he said, gazing into my eyes. For a moment, I held his gaze and my heart skipped a beat - boy was he good looking! I noticed him look me up and down, taking in my full body. It felt uncomfortable but nice at the same time. He then turned his attention to Rob, and they started a discussion about the upcoming job interview. I decided to leave them to it, and I grabbed myself a glass of champagne from the nearby table and went off in search of something more interesting.
The building we were in was a clubhouse for a golf club, and had a verandah overlooking the golf course itself. No one was there, so I decided to go out onto it for some fresh air. I leaned on the railing, sipping my champagne and just enjoying the quiet.
After a few minutes, I became aware that I was no longer alone. Mr Pressman was stood next to me, also leaning on the railing. "Things a bit much in there for you? Lucy isn't it?"
"I just needed some fresh air,” I said, turning to face him.
"Rob's a nice young man,” he said ... "and he's also a very lucky young man to have someone as beautiful as you by his side."
This made me blush, which I don't often do. "Yes, he is a nice young man," I replied. "You should give him that promotion!" I laughed, then regretted it - I can't believe I'd just said that, I'd probably just totally ruined any chance he'd had.
"I admire your boldness," Mr Pressman said. "But the people I promote have to have a little something extra that I want in return." He was looking at me in the same way he'd looked at me when we were introduced, but this time, instead of feeling uncomfortable, I liked it.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, Jones's wife is the manageress at the football stadium, she gets me free tickets for all the big games whenever I want - that’s how he got his promotion. Andrews's wife is a buyer for a large designer store, I get all my suits from her, all hugely discounted of course ... that's how he earned his promotion."
I felt sick! This guy only promoted people who could grease his palm with free gifts! Not only did it seem so wrong, but it was unfair ... there was no way Rob and I could do that! I worked in a small office, and the only perks I got was the odd post-it note! That was hardly going to impress someone like David Pressman.
"Don't worry," he said, obviously sensing my concern, "I'm sure we'll come up with something you can offer me" ... and before I knew it, he had his arm round my waist and began kissing me hard on the lips! His tongue explored my mouth as I felt his hands caressing the bare flesh of my back. He pulled away and returned to leaning on the railing. I wasn't quite sure how I was supposed to react. Part of me was angry with him, but another part was enjoying it. I wondered where it was leading, if anywhere, and downed the rest of my drink in one swift gulp.
He broke the silence with a sigh, and he pointed over towards the golf course. "Have you ever had sex outdoors?" he asked.
"No. I'd be worried about getting caught!"
"That’s half the thrill of it!" he exclaimed. "There's nothing like the feeling of cool grass on your naked skin, and the soft breeze around your sweating body." His eyes sparkled in the dim light, and I could hear his breathing deepen. "That golf course would have some wonderful hidden spots, great for having sex." He took my hand. "Come look with me ... what harm would it do?" The excitement in his voice and in his eyes was undeniable, and, despite my reservations, I allowed him to lead me down the steps and onto the green.
We walked, hand in hand, across the grass towards a bunker that had a small hill behind it. The hill was also sheltered by trees. We were now some distance away from the clubhouse, although you could still hear the music. "Here seems like a good spot," Mr Pressman said, he was already laid on his back on the grass. "Join me Lucy!"
"I don't know about this Mr Press.." I began to protest.
"It’s David .. and don't worry. No one will miss us, and no one can see us here." He grabbed my hand and tugged me down to sit by him. "Lie down my dear, feel how wonderful the grass is on your skin."
I did as he commanded, but before my head had even touched the ground, he was leaning over me, his hands sliding down the front of my dress to my breasts and kissing me. At first, I didn't know how to act, but the dampness I could feel between my legs was telling me I should be enjoying it. I returned his kiss, my own tongue finding his and wrapping round it. His hands were roughly exploring my body now, I'd never experienced pure lust before and it was really turning me on. Rob was a gentle lover and would not have dreamt of being as rough as David was being. He slipped the straps of my dress down, kissing my shoulders and working down towards the top of my breasts, and then he pulled my dress down further, freeing them.
"Very nice," he whispered in my ear, before he began sucking one of my nipples. At one point he bit it, not hard, but a definite bite. I found that I actually liked it, and pushed my chest into his face more. He continued kissing, sucking, biting and licking my breasts, shoulders and neck as his hands wrapped round my waist feeling for the zipper on my dress. I felt the fabric loosen, then move down my body as he pulled the dress off. I wriggled out of the last bit, leaving myself naked apart from the lacy panties I was wearing. The cool night air felt good against my skin, and the slight dampness of the grass underneath me was an odd, but sensual experience. His hands pulled my panties down and he stared at my nakedness, drinking in every inch of my body.
"I told you it was good didn't I?" David said, as he started to undo his shirt. I sat up to help him, untucking his shirt from his trousers and undoing from the bottom upwards. In seconds, it was off and thrown to the ground as he pulled me towards him. His chest was toned with just a few hairs. He was tanned, despite it being still early in the year - he obviously used a sunbed or had been abroad somewhere sunny. I undid his trousers and pulled them down, followed by his pants. His cock sprung free, rising up like some monster rising from the sea. My fingers stroked it and I could feel it respond by getting harder, the veins becoming very visible.
He lay back and pulled me onto him in the 69 position, leaving me in no doubt what he wanted. One of my hands cupped his heavy balls, whilst the other began to work the base of his shaft. My mouth closed over the tip, and my tongue tasted the pre-cum already present. He responded with a moan as he began to lick from my clit and all the way round to my ass. His tongue teased the whole area as his hands stroked the curves of my ass cheeks.
I swirled my tongue round the tip of his cock as both my hands ran up and down its length. My excitement was growing, and I'd almost forgotten where I was and that we might be caught any moment. I wanted more of that cock in my mouth and I started to suck it in, slowly taking it a centimetre or so at a time. I could hear him moan, "Yesss Lucy ... that’s it!" He'd stopped licking me just to concentrate on the sensation of the blow-job I was giving him. I moved myself so that I was between his legs, I found it easier to suck him that way. I stoked his stomach and squeezed his balls as I felt the tip of his cock reach the back of my throat. I gagged initially, but then relaxed as I felt him thrust into my mouth more. "That's it Lucy, fuck me with your mouth," he moaned. I bobbed up and down on his cock, increasing my speed. I was hungry for his cock and I sucked as hard as I knew how. After a few minutes, his hips gave a jerk and I felt his hot cum spurt into my throat. I swallowed it the best I could as his hips continued thrusting into me. He pulled out as his cock began to soften and pulled my face towards his. He kissed me, tasting his own juices inside my mouth and his hands frantically grabbing my body all over.
We were both breathing very heavily now, wanting more. I felt his hands stroke my inner thigh, so I parted my legs and guided them towards my wet pussy. His fingers found the swollen mound of my clit and rubbed it hard. I gasped out, surprised that just a touch could bring me almost to orgasm. His fingers found my aching hole and pushed in, whilst his tongue continued the work his fingers had been doing on my clit. I could feel the heat rising inside me as his frenzied movements worked me towards orgasm. I arched my back and called out, "Oooo god!!!!" as a massive wave of pure pleasure enveloped my entire body.
I was now badly in need of that cock inside me, and as I recovered from my orgasm, I beckoned for David to get on top of me. The tip of his now fully erect cock brushed against my clit as he slid up my body. "Fuck me!" I whispered, as his face came level with mine.
"What was that?" he said, brushing the hair from my face.
"Fuck me!" I said louder, wrapping my arms round his shoulders.
"I want to hear you beg for it!" He laughed, nibbling my ear.
"Fuck me now David!" I begged, "Fuck me deeper and harder than I've ever been fucked before!" And with that, his cock pushed hard into my dripping pussy. "Yesssss!" I groaned as I felt the insides of my pussy clamp onto that wonderful cock inside me. He pulled my legs over his shoulders and pushed into me more, only his balls stopped him from going any deeper. I braced myself for his thrustings, which came after just a few moments. Each time he pulled his cock almost the whole way out, leaving just the tip in, then rammed back in hard and fast. We were both gasping and groaning loudly, lost in the pure, wild lust of the moment. It didn't take long for me to cum again, this time my whole body shook and I felt dizzy as each thrust sent another shockwave through my body.
Before the orgasm had subsided, he withdrew and rolled me onto my stomach. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, and then his cock pushing gingerly against the hole. "Have you ever had it in ass before Lucy?" he said. I only managed to gasp out a "no" before I felt him enter me. "Just relax and enjoy,” he whispered as he pushed in further. After the initial resistance and shock, this new sensation was amazing! He moved in and out, lying on top of me and kissing my shoulders, with his hands underneath on my stomach. From his moans, I could tell he must be close to exploding, and I was right. "Where do you want my cum, baby?" he breathed into my ear.
"In my pussy!" I begged. "I want you to cum deep inside my pussy!"
He pulled his cock out of my ass, and adjusted his position so that he could enter my pussy from behind. He started pounding into me again, his balls slapping against my skin. He reached round to rub my clit and I rocked back and forth onto him. I rode him for a few wild minutes, before we both came. He pumped his hot juices into me as I almost passed out with the most intense orgasm I've ever had. I could hear David panting, "OOO yesss!!! So gooood!" as I sobbed.
We lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms, for a few moments. Neither of us spoke, our bodies still quivering from the intense passion we'd just put them through. The chill night air felt good against my skin, slowly cooling me down. After what felt like an age, David sat up and kissed me tenderly on the cheek. "You're a very sexy young woman, Lucy," he said, as he began to get dressed. "Perhaps, once Rob is settled into his new position, we can come up with some regular arrangement?" I don't think it was a question that he needed an answer for, it was more of a command. I watched him walk slowly back to the clubhouse before I could muster up the composure to get myself dressed. I had a really weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, Rob was getting his much wanted promotion, but at what price?
Amanda
I had been working on a major assignment for my degree in marine Biology at Boston University. I needed to spend considerable time in the library researching the material. It had been six months since I was in the library, and it took me a while to find everything. I had been searching online and got some information, but had to hit the library stacks for additional reference and print material. I was sitting on the floor between the stacks reading through some of the books to find something useful. I looked up and saw a beautiful woman sitting at a desk not too far from me. I was slightly behind her and to the side. I could see that she had her head down and was reading something and writing in a notebook. I just stared at her for a few minutes. There was something about her that seemed interesting and she caught my attention with her cute looks, but it was her body movement that held my stare. It seemed odd that she was wiggling or squirming the way she was in the chair. Something seemed out of the ordinary, but I couldn't figure out what. I looked down and saw her thighs moving gently back and forth. The desk had walls on the sides and I couldn't see much in front of her and I couldn't see her legs. I noticed her hand as she lifted it from her lap area and raised one of her fingers to her mouth. She looked around as she did that, seemingly making sure no one was looking at her. She did not see me. She sucked slowly on her finger and closed her eyes. She stopped squirming for that few seconds and it seemed that she was in a very peaceful and happy state. She removed her finger and lowered it to her lap again. I could tell she had a skirt on and I could tell that she slipped her hand underneath that skirt. I watched her as she began to move her thighs again and I could tell what she was doing now. It was the most beautiful sight I think I had ever seen. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. I saw her sneak a squeeze on her right breast and nipple area with her left hand as her right arm was moving in her lap. In the meantime I had become very aroused and had begun to rub myself through my pants. I was so hard from watching this I just had to touch myself. I saw her close her eyes and the next few seconds seemed to last forever. It was like watching a series of digital photographs click by in front of me. She began to move differently and she seemed to stiffen up all her muscles. I could see that she was reaching a climax and I was just a few feet away from her watching it all. This was more than I could take and I shot a load right there. My cum was on the inside of my pants along my thigh. The head of my dick had popped out of the side of my underwear and I had now coated my leg and pants with a flood of my own cum. I watched her shudder and spasm as I shot my load. The timing of our mutual orgasms couldn't have been better. I watched as she slowed down her movements and she must have been enjoying the gentle massaging of her own fingertips. She slipped her hand out again and brought her fingers to her mouth yet again to lick her juices from her hand. I sat there for a minute just trying to figure out what had just happened. I had never seen anything like this before in my whole life even here in Boston, and wanted to know much more about this woman. She got up and walked to the restroom. I walked over to her desk and I could actually smell her sexual releases. I looked down at her notebook and saw that she was writing an erotic story of some kind. I saw that her name, Amanda, was on her notebook. I walked towards the restroom before she came back. Just as I was to walk into the men's room, she walked out of the women's room. We exchanged glances and brief smiles. I went inside and cleaned up the mess as best I could. I returned to the books I left scattered on the floor only to find that she had left. I was heartbroken and wished that I had a chance to speak with her. A few days passed and I did not see Amanda in the library at all. Fortunately, the day before my report was due I was in the library again and spotted Amanda at a desk in the corner. There was virtually no one in the library that evening and I was just happy to see her again. I wasn't sure if I could go through with the plan I had thought about for nearly four days, but I was going to give it a try. Amanda got up from her desk and I quickly went over to her desk and wrote a message on her paper. I said I couldn't help but watch her the other day and thought she was the most beautiful woman I had seen for a long time. I also wrote the following: "Please don't be surprised if you find more under your desk than you imagined." I had a plan, but I didn't want to surprise her so much that I got hurt. I watched Amanda go back to her desk and sit down. She read the note I left and immediately looked around. She also looked under the desk, and I almost burst out laughing. She didn't see me looking at her. About five minutes later, I walked by her and smiled as I sat at the desk on the other end of her desk. She looked up at me and smiled and then looked back and forth quickly from her paper to me. I think she was not quite sure if it was me that wrote the note, but she was going to find out that answer very soon. The desks we were sitting at were made of wood and had faced each other. However, there were walls between our two desks that kept us from being able to see each other when we were sitting down. There were also walls on the upper and lower sides of the desks, which covered the sides all the way to the floor. They were odd-looking boxes that must have been some kind of style from 50 years ago. They were also very concealing. I bent down and crawled under the desk. I could see straight across and maybe 5 feet from me were Amanda's legs. Once again she was wearing a skirt and her gorgeous legs were there in front of me. She had slid her sandals off and she had her feet spread a bit in front of her. I crawled slowly and quietly towards her. She must have heard me because she dropped her pen and leaned down to look at me. I froze in my place and she held the look for a few seconds and then smiled and sat back up. I think she just wanted to check me out a bit better. I approached her legs slowly and kissed her knee. Her hand slid down and she ran her fingers through my hair. I then knew I had the OK to go ahead. I licked around her calf and up to her knee. I tickled behind her knee with my fingertips and then traced lightly along the inside of her thigh. I felt her muscles tense a bit from being sensitive to my touch. I spread her legs apart a bit more and was very happy to see this naughty girl had no panties. I think she must have planned on another day of her own handiwork and I was going to try my best to out do that for her. I licked up her inner thigh and squeezed her thighs with both hands. I slid one hand up and grabbed her butt cheek and she gently moved up on one side to give me access. I unzipped a zipper that ran along one side of her skirt. This gave me enough room to move my head inside between her legs just enough to get access to the nicely trimmed pussy just inches from my face. I kissed her inner thighs and sucked gently on her skin. I ran a finger along the skin, up to her swollen lips and spread her lips apart. I rubbed gently between the lips and upwards firmly against her moist and engorged clit. I could hear her moan and then cough, I guess to disguise the moan from anyone who may have heard it. I smiled at that and dove in to her pussy with my tongue. I licked her slowly around the lips, taking time to suck on them and capture the flavor of her sweet juice. She pressed my head into her pussy more firmly with her hand. I sucked on both lips and then found her bud. I felt her body shake as I sucked her bud into my mouth. I moved one and then two fingers to her opening and easily slid them in between the folds. I pushed both fingers in slowly and took them all the way out. I played with her opening with both fingers, teasing her a bit with my tongue and fingers. I sucked on her clit, slid two fingers inside of her and moved my other hand to the top of her pussy. I moved one finger from that other hand down to her clit and worked on her with more pressure. She started to move her hips like the other day when I was watching her. I found the rhythm and my long fingers found her spot deep inside. I thrust my fingers inside her wetness to hit that spot with a vibrating motion. My other finger and tongue worked her clit. She tensed up and started to shudder. I felt a rush of juices surround my tongue and fingers. I tried as best I could to lick up everything. She was so sweet tasting I just wanted it all. Her orgasm lasted a long time, and I felt her cum two different times. I massaged her clit and left my fingers inside her for a bit of time afterwards. I moved my fingers only slightly in and out while massaging the outside. She was now relaxing as I massaged her whole area. I only wish I could have seen her face to watch her, but I was having the time of my life anyway. I cleaned her up with my tongue and I moved my fingers up so she could take my hand. She grabbed my hand and sucked on three of my fingers to taste herself. I could only imagine how that would look to someone if they were watching this show. I crawled back to my chair and sat down. I got up and walked by Amanda to go to the restroom. This time I had to go the restroom to take care of my own need to orgasm. I was so hard and ready that I just wasn't going to wait until I got home. I walked back to my desk after my session in the restroom. Amanda had left and once again I was bummed that I may never see her again. I got to my desk and she had left me a note. The message she left is to be revealed in the next chapter...
I had been working on a major assignment for my degree in marine Biology at Boston University. I needed to spend considerable time in the library researching the material. It had been six months since I was in the library, and it took me a while to find everything. I had been searching online and got some information, but had to hit the library stacks for additional reference and print material. I was sitting on the floor between the stacks reading through some of the books to find something useful. I looked up and saw a beautiful woman sitting at a desk not too far from me. I was slightly behind her and to the side. I could see that she had her head down and was reading something and writing in a notebook. I just stared at her for a few minutes. There was something about her that seemed interesting and she caught my attention with her cute looks, but it was her body movement that held my stare. It seemed odd that she was wiggling or squirming the way she was in the chair. Something seemed out of the ordinary, but I couldn't figure out what. I looked down and saw her thighs moving gently back and forth. The desk had walls on the sides and I couldn't see much in front of her and I couldn't see her legs. I noticed her hand as she lifted it from her lap area and raised one of her fingers to her mouth. She looked around as she did that, seemingly making sure no one was looking at her. She did not see me. She sucked slowly on her finger and closed her eyes. She stopped squirming for that few seconds and it seemed that she was in a very peaceful and happy state. She removed her finger and lowered it to her lap again. I could tell she had a skirt on and I could tell that she slipped her hand underneath that skirt. I watched her as she began to move her thighs again and I could tell what she was doing now. It was the most beautiful sight I think I had ever seen. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. I saw her sneak a squeeze on her right breast and nipple area with her left hand as her right arm was moving in her lap. In the meantime I had become very aroused and had begun to rub myself through my pants. I was so hard from watching this I just had to touch myself. I saw her close her eyes and the next few seconds seemed to last forever. It was like watching a series of digital photographs click by in front of me. She began to move differently and she seemed to stiffen up all her muscles. I could see that she was reaching a climax and I was just a few feet away from her watching it all. This was more than I could take and I shot a load right there. My cum was on the inside of my pants along my thigh. The head of my dick had popped out of the side of my underwear and I had now coated my leg and pants with a flood of my own cum. I watched her shudder and spasm as I shot my load. The timing of our mutual orgasms couldn't have been better. I watched as she slowed down her movements and she must have been enjoying the gentle massaging of her own fingertips. She slipped her hand out again and brought her fingers to her mouth yet again to lick her juices from her hand. I sat there for a minute just trying to figure out what had just happened. I had never seen anything like this before in my whole life even here in Boston, and wanted to know much more about this woman. She got up and walked to the restroom. I walked over to her desk and I could actually smell her sexual releases. I looked down at her notebook and saw that she was writing an erotic story of some kind. I saw that her name, Amanda, was on her notebook. I walked towards the restroom before she came back. Just as I was to walk into the men's room, she walked out of the women's room. We exchanged glances and brief smiles. I went inside and cleaned up the mess as best I could. I returned to the books I left scattered on the floor only to find that she had left. I was heartbroken and wished that I had a chance to speak with her. A few days passed and I did not see Amanda in the library at all. Fortunately, the day before my report was due I was in the library again and spotted Amanda at a desk in the corner. There was virtually no one in the library that evening and I was just happy to see her again. I wasn't sure if I could go through with the plan I had thought about for nearly four days, but I was going to give it a try. Amanda got up from her desk and I quickly went over to her desk and wrote a message on her paper. I said I couldn't help but watch her the other day and thought she was the most beautiful woman I had seen for a long time. I also wrote the following: "Please don't be surprised if you find more under your desk than you imagined." I had a plan, but I didn't want to surprise her so much that I got hurt. I watched Amanda go back to her desk and sit down. She read the note I left and immediately looked around. She also looked under the desk, and I almost burst out laughing. She didn't see me looking at her. About five minutes later, I walked by her and smiled as I sat at the desk on the other end of her desk. She looked up at me and smiled and then looked back and forth quickly from her paper to me. I think she was not quite sure if it was me that wrote the note, but she was going to find out that answer very soon. The desks we were sitting at were made of wood and had faced each other. However, there were walls between our two desks that kept us from being able to see each other when we were sitting down. There were also walls on the upper and lower sides of the desks, which covered the sides all the way to the floor. They were odd-looking boxes that must have been some kind of style from 50 years ago. They were also very concealing. I bent down and crawled under the desk. I could see straight across and maybe 5 feet from me were Amanda's legs. Once again she was wearing a skirt and her gorgeous legs were there in front of me. She had slid her sandals off and she had her feet spread a bit in front of her. I crawled slowly and quietly towards her. She must have heard me because she dropped her pen and leaned down to look at me. I froze in my place and she held the look for a few seconds and then smiled and sat back up. I think she just wanted to check me out a bit better. I approached her legs slowly and kissed her knee. Her hand slid down and she ran her fingers through my hair. I then knew I had the OK to go ahead. I licked around her calf and up to her knee. I tickled behind her knee with my fingertips and then traced lightly along the inside of her thigh. I felt her muscles tense a bit from being sensitive to my touch. I spread her legs apart a bit more and was very happy to see this naughty girl had no panties. I think she must have planned on another day of her own handiwork and I was going to try my best to out do that for her. I licked up her inner thigh and squeezed her thighs with both hands. I slid one hand up and grabbed her butt cheek and she gently moved up on one side to give me access. I unzipped a zipper that ran along one side of her skirt. This gave me enough room to move my head inside between her legs just enough to get access to the nicely trimmed pussy just inches from my face. I kissed her inner thighs and sucked gently on her skin. I ran a finger along the skin, up to her swollen lips and spread her lips apart. I rubbed gently between the lips and upwards firmly against her moist and engorged clit. I could hear her moan and then cough, I guess to disguise the moan from anyone who may have heard it. I smiled at that and dove in to her pussy with my tongue. I licked her slowly around the lips, taking time to suck on them and capture the flavor of her sweet juice. She pressed my head into her pussy more firmly with her hand. I sucked on both lips and then found her bud. I felt her body shake as I sucked her bud into my mouth. I moved one and then two fingers to her opening and easily slid them in between the folds. I pushed both fingers in slowly and took them all the way out. I played with her opening with both fingers, teasing her a bit with my tongue and fingers. I sucked on her clit, slid two fingers inside of her and moved my other hand to the top of her pussy. I moved one finger from that other hand down to her clit and worked on her with more pressure. She started to move her hips like the other day when I was watching her. I found the rhythm and my long fingers found her spot deep inside. I thrust my fingers inside her wetness to hit that spot with a vibrating motion. My other finger and tongue worked her clit. She tensed up and started to shudder. I felt a rush of juices surround my tongue and fingers. I tried as best I could to lick up everything. She was so sweet tasting I just wanted it all. Her orgasm lasted a long time, and I felt her cum two different times. I massaged her clit and left my fingers inside her for a bit of time afterwards. I moved my fingers only slightly in and out while massaging the outside. She was now relaxing as I massaged her whole area. I only wish I could have seen her face to watch her, but I was having the time of my life anyway. I cleaned her up with my tongue and I moved my fingers up so she could take my hand. She grabbed my hand and sucked on three of my fingers to taste herself. I could only imagine how that would look to someone if they were watching this show. I crawled back to my chair and sat down. I got up and walked by Amanda to go to the restroom. This time I had to go the restroom to take care of my own need to orgasm. I was so hard and ready that I just wasn't going to wait until I got home. I walked back to my desk after my session in the restroom. Amanda had left and once again I was bummed that I may never see her again. I got to my desk and she had left me a note. The message she left is to be revealed in the next chapter...
An Affair To Remember
This is a true story that happened to me in 1996. My wife and I had recently taken in her 19 yr old cousin, Amanda, while she went to school in our town.It was early September and Amanda had been on a conservation nature walk with one of her classes. That night I was up late, just coming off midnights my body didn't want to sleep. It was around 2am that I heard Amanda's soft voice ask me if I could check her arms for her. Being a male nurse I took a look.Her normally milky white was covered in red blotches and hives. I checked her back, legs, neck and chest.....she had Poison Ivy. I took her into the bathroom so I could rub some Anti-histimine lotion on her. I did the areas hard for someone to do themselves- her arms, neck and back then told her she could do her chest and stomach.This became a nightly routine for the duration of the rash.Two weeks went by and I was just off midnights again, so my body did not want to sleep. At 3am I heard Amanda's soft voice say to me, "I'm itchy and can't sleep." I checked her over again, but found nothing. Her skin was a little dry from the ointment for the rash so I suggested a little lotion to ease it. She asked if I would help her put it on. I told her to lift her nightie so I could do her back and neck. The nightie was getting in the way of doing her shoulders and neck so she took it off. I spread the lotion over her milky white skin. The softness of her skin and the massaging motion I was applying it with started to stir something inside me. I could feel my dick growing as this beautiful young woman stood before me in nothing but a pair of white cotton panties. She turned slightly so I could coat her arms. Her small but perky breasts peeked at me from under her arm."Mmmmm, that feels better. I haven't had a good massage in a long time.Can you do my stomach and chest like that too?" And with that she lay down on the bed.I lotioned up my hands and started to rub it over her stomach slowly working my way up to her perky young breasts. I couldn't believe myself. What was I doing? My now rock hard cock was ready to tear through my tight shorts. I could feel my pulse in my ears. My hand glided over her soft full mounds, her nipples erecting to my touch.After I had her chest coated I pulled back and went to leave. "Wait," she said, "I'm still itchy on my stomach."I put some lotion in my hand and rubbed it on her stomach, asking myself what I was still doing there, my hard on now very prominent in my shorts. "How's that?" I asked."A little lower."I massaged the cream below her navel. "I'm still itchy lower," she said.I let my hand slowly glide down lower."Tell me when I hit the spot," I said.My fingertips lifted the waistband on her cotton panties as my hand slid lower. My heart was racing. Is this really happening to me? I knew what I was doing was wrong, but pure male hormones and a 2 month lack of sex from my wife drove my hand lower.My slick hand started rubbing through her well trimmed pubic hair and I felt her hips lift slightly off the bed pushing my hand farther until finally I hit her drenched clit."Oh God! Right there!" she whispered.I couldn't take it any more......my slippery finger slid into her love tunnel as I leaned down and our tongues entwined in a deep french kiss.She started to slowly buck her hips against my fingers. I could feel her walls tighten and knew that although she wasn't a virgin, she had not had sex very much. Her love tunnel was tight around my finger.I pulled my finger out and removed her panties....I needed to taste this sweet coed before I woke up from this dream.I buried my tongue deep inside her, she wrapped her legs around my head and pulled my head in closer by my hair.In a few seconds she was coming, filling my tongue with all her lustful juices.I stood up,dropped my shorts, and slowly slid my hard cock into her. She was so tight that I came immediately.I rolled off of her, kissed her deeply again, and told her this could never happen again.Boy was I in for a surprise.........more to cum
This is a true story that happened to me in 1996. My wife and I had recently taken in her 19 yr old cousin, Amanda, while she went to school in our town.It was early September and Amanda had been on a conservation nature walk with one of her classes. That night I was up late, just coming off midnights my body didn't want to sleep. It was around 2am that I heard Amanda's soft voice ask me if I could check her arms for her. Being a male nurse I took a look.Her normally milky white was covered in red blotches and hives. I checked her back, legs, neck and chest.....she had Poison Ivy. I took her into the bathroom so I could rub some Anti-histimine lotion on her. I did the areas hard for someone to do themselves- her arms, neck and back then told her she could do her chest and stomach.This became a nightly routine for the duration of the rash.Two weeks went by and I was just off midnights again, so my body did not want to sleep. At 3am I heard Amanda's soft voice say to me, "I'm itchy and can't sleep." I checked her over again, but found nothing. Her skin was a little dry from the ointment for the rash so I suggested a little lotion to ease it. She asked if I would help her put it on. I told her to lift her nightie so I could do her back and neck. The nightie was getting in the way of doing her shoulders and neck so she took it off. I spread the lotion over her milky white skin. The softness of her skin and the massaging motion I was applying it with started to stir something inside me. I could feel my dick growing as this beautiful young woman stood before me in nothing but a pair of white cotton panties. She turned slightly so I could coat her arms. Her small but perky breasts peeked at me from under her arm."Mmmmm, that feels better. I haven't had a good massage in a long time.Can you do my stomach and chest like that too?" And with that she lay down on the bed.I lotioned up my hands and started to rub it over her stomach slowly working my way up to her perky young breasts. I couldn't believe myself. What was I doing? My now rock hard cock was ready to tear through my tight shorts. I could feel my pulse in my ears. My hand glided over her soft full mounds, her nipples erecting to my touch.After I had her chest coated I pulled back and went to leave. "Wait," she said, "I'm still itchy on my stomach."I put some lotion in my hand and rubbed it on her stomach, asking myself what I was still doing there, my hard on now very prominent in my shorts. "How's that?" I asked."A little lower."I massaged the cream below her navel. "I'm still itchy lower," she said.I let my hand slowly glide down lower."Tell me when I hit the spot," I said.My fingertips lifted the waistband on her cotton panties as my hand slid lower. My heart was racing. Is this really happening to me? I knew what I was doing was wrong, but pure male hormones and a 2 month lack of sex from my wife drove my hand lower.My slick hand started rubbing through her well trimmed pubic hair and I felt her hips lift slightly off the bed pushing my hand farther until finally I hit her drenched clit."Oh God! Right there!" she whispered.I couldn't take it any more......my slippery finger slid into her love tunnel as I leaned down and our tongues entwined in a deep french kiss.She started to slowly buck her hips against my fingers. I could feel her walls tighten and knew that although she wasn't a virgin, she had not had sex very much. Her love tunnel was tight around my finger.I pulled my finger out and removed her panties....I needed to taste this sweet coed before I woke up from this dream.I buried my tongue deep inside her, she wrapped her legs around my head and pulled my head in closer by my hair.In a few seconds she was coming, filling my tongue with all her lustful juices.I stood up,dropped my shorts, and slowly slid my hard cock into her. She was so tight that I came immediately.I rolled off of her, kissed her deeply again, and told her this could never happen again.Boy was I in for a surprise.........more to cum
A Few Quick Tips For Dialogue
When I sit down to read a good story, be it erotica or fantasy, the dialogue portion is often my favorite. I love how it involves the reader more than a long paragraph and the way it brings the characters to life. Writing Dialogue seems like an easy thing to do, but it can prove to be a tough task at times. So how does one go about creating good dialogue? Well, it involves more than slapping quotation marks around the spoken words. The following are a few tips I have found have helped my dialogue sequences. To begin with always remember that every time a word comes out of someone’s mouth it doesn’t require a “he said” or a “she said.” One or two of these for the sake of clarity is fine, but when you have too many it can really drag down the quality of the writing. It just makes the conversation seem unnatural and will probably drive your audience insane. An example might be if you are writing a scene with just two people. You can get around using speaking tags by having one character state the other’s name. This identifies the person speaking by process of elimination and you avoided using the word “Said”. Here’s an example I wrote to illustrate my point. The following scene has two friends Jennifer and Susie talking. “Hey Jennifer. How’s it going?” “Pretty Good. What’s up with you?” “Not much.” Now with that scene it’s pretty obvious that Susie is the one speaking first since Jennifer probably wouldn’t ask herself how things were going. Once you establish who is speaking first, all your reader has to do is follow the scene from there. Unless the dialogue goes on forever without a paragraph to break it up, your reader should be able to understand what is going on with out much effort. This will work as well with multiple people speaking at once. However, you have to be careful not confuse the reader and you may have to use the name of the person speaking, along with “said,” more than you would with just two people. Here’s an example I came up with that has more than one person speaking. We will revisit the friends Susie and Jennifer, but add a third party named Joan. “Hey Jennifer. How’s it going?” “Pretty Good. What’s up with you?” “Not much.” “Hey guys. What’s going on?” “Hey Joan,” Susie and Jennifer said in unison. In that short dialogue, who is saying what is established pretty quick and with only one use of “said”. Acquiring this balance takes practice and careful editing, but it becomes easier the more you do it. The trick is to have the characters speak with as few “so and so saids” as possible without hindering the audience’s capability to understand what is happening. Another tip I have learned over the years is to spice up my dialogue with some narrative. You can make you characters seem so much more alive making their words and actions more believable by doing this. When a person in their story says something, what is he or she doing at the time. Is she twirling her hair while she talks? Is he pulling her close to him? Here’s another couple of examples I wrote for this purpose. “Hmmm. I’m not sure about that.” Helen wrapped a strand of hair around her finger as if lost in thought. Or “I love you more than anything. I want to be with you.” Kirk pulled her close as his lips met hers. This technique also works when you have more than one person in a scene and you want to avoid dialogue tags without confusing the people reading the story. Let’s at this example I created. “I wish I had never met him.” “Marie, it’s hard to get through a bad break up, but in time you’ll realize it was for the best.” Sandy moved to put her arms around her sister. “She’s right. In a few months this will be just a distant and unpleasant memory.” Helen joined her siblings at the table. This scene gives a clear impression of who is saying what and to whom. It gives interesting descriptions of people’s actions that add to the dialogue and it manages to avoid the use of the annoying “said”. Finally, my last tip on dialogue would be in reference to the judicious use of the last suggestion. Always be careful not to overdue the use of description in dialogue because it can take away from the drama of the scene. I don’t mean to contradict myself; however, you don’t want to have too much of a good thing. If you are writing a story and the dialogue is weighted down by a description of action after every single uttered sentence, it can be as annoying as the “he said she said” issue. There is, however, a way to have your cake and eat it too. All you have to do is separate the speaking parts from the description of the actions related to it. This allows for telling what is going on and who is speaking and doing the action with out the writing becoming cumbersome. It keeps the dialogue from looking too wordy. The following is an example I made up to show how this could work in an actual scene. “I have something for you.” John pulled a small black velvet box from his coat pocket. “John, is that what I think it is?” He dropped to one knee and took her hand in his before speaking the words Lydia had been waiting to hear for months. “Will you marry me?” The above conversation is an example of using sentences to describe the actions that go along with the quotes without overdoing it. This gives the author as chance to clearly express the scene with overwhelming the reader with unnecessary words. Writing dialogue is a great way to bring your characters to life and make them believable. Unfortunately, this is the area where if a writer doesn’t do it well the audience can get very confused trying to figure out who said what and when. The tips I have included were given to me by both editors and other writers and they have proven to be a great help to me. I hope they will be beneficial to you and best of luck in all of your future writing endeavors
When I sit down to read a good story, be it erotica or fantasy, the dialogue portion is often my favorite. I love how it involves the reader more than a long paragraph and the way it brings the characters to life. Writing Dialogue seems like an easy thing to do, but it can prove to be a tough task at times. So how does one go about creating good dialogue? Well, it involves more than slapping quotation marks around the spoken words. The following are a few tips I have found have helped my dialogue sequences. To begin with always remember that every time a word comes out of someone’s mouth it doesn’t require a “he said” or a “she said.” One or two of these for the sake of clarity is fine, but when you have too many it can really drag down the quality of the writing. It just makes the conversation seem unnatural and will probably drive your audience insane. An example might be if you are writing a scene with just two people. You can get around using speaking tags by having one character state the other’s name. This identifies the person speaking by process of elimination and you avoided using the word “Said”. Here’s an example I wrote to illustrate my point. The following scene has two friends Jennifer and Susie talking. “Hey Jennifer. How’s it going?” “Pretty Good. What’s up with you?” “Not much.” Now with that scene it’s pretty obvious that Susie is the one speaking first since Jennifer probably wouldn’t ask herself how things were going. Once you establish who is speaking first, all your reader has to do is follow the scene from there. Unless the dialogue goes on forever without a paragraph to break it up, your reader should be able to understand what is going on with out much effort. This will work as well with multiple people speaking at once. However, you have to be careful not confuse the reader and you may have to use the name of the person speaking, along with “said,” more than you would with just two people. Here’s an example I came up with that has more than one person speaking. We will revisit the friends Susie and Jennifer, but add a third party named Joan. “Hey Jennifer. How’s it going?” “Pretty Good. What’s up with you?” “Not much.” “Hey guys. What’s going on?” “Hey Joan,” Susie and Jennifer said in unison. In that short dialogue, who is saying what is established pretty quick and with only one use of “said”. Acquiring this balance takes practice and careful editing, but it becomes easier the more you do it. The trick is to have the characters speak with as few “so and so saids” as possible without hindering the audience’s capability to understand what is happening. Another tip I have learned over the years is to spice up my dialogue with some narrative. You can make you characters seem so much more alive making their words and actions more believable by doing this. When a person in their story says something, what is he or she doing at the time. Is she twirling her hair while she talks? Is he pulling her close to him? Here’s another couple of examples I wrote for this purpose. “Hmmm. I’m not sure about that.” Helen wrapped a strand of hair around her finger as if lost in thought. Or “I love you more than anything. I want to be with you.” Kirk pulled her close as his lips met hers. This technique also works when you have more than one person in a scene and you want to avoid dialogue tags without confusing the people reading the story. Let’s at this example I created. “I wish I had never met him.” “Marie, it’s hard to get through a bad break up, but in time you’ll realize it was for the best.” Sandy moved to put her arms around her sister. “She’s right. In a few months this will be just a distant and unpleasant memory.” Helen joined her siblings at the table. This scene gives a clear impression of who is saying what and to whom. It gives interesting descriptions of people’s actions that add to the dialogue and it manages to avoid the use of the annoying “said”. Finally, my last tip on dialogue would be in reference to the judicious use of the last suggestion. Always be careful not to overdue the use of description in dialogue because it can take away from the drama of the scene. I don’t mean to contradict myself; however, you don’t want to have too much of a good thing. If you are writing a story and the dialogue is weighted down by a description of action after every single uttered sentence, it can be as annoying as the “he said she said” issue. There is, however, a way to have your cake and eat it too. All you have to do is separate the speaking parts from the description of the actions related to it. This allows for telling what is going on and who is speaking and doing the action with out the writing becoming cumbersome. It keeps the dialogue from looking too wordy. The following is an example I made up to show how this could work in an actual scene. “I have something for you.” John pulled a small black velvet box from his coat pocket. “John, is that what I think it is?” He dropped to one knee and took her hand in his before speaking the words Lydia had been waiting to hear for months. “Will you marry me?” The above conversation is an example of using sentences to describe the actions that go along with the quotes without overdoing it. This gives the author as chance to clearly express the scene with overwhelming the reader with unnecessary words. Writing dialogue is a great way to bring your characters to life and make them believable. Unfortunately, this is the area where if a writer doesn’t do it well the audience can get very confused trying to figure out who said what and when. The tips I have included were given to me by both editors and other writers and they have proven to be a great help to me. I hope they will be beneficial to you and best of luck in all of your future writing endeavors
Creating a Romantic Setting
How to Create a Romantic Setting in a Romance Erotica Story When writing romantic erotica, one of the most important factors in the story is the setting. The romance genre opens up a whole new facet of feelings and situations for the characters and it is important to set the proper mood. For example, you could have a proper romantic tale set in a junkyard as long as the mood is still set for the readers. The five senses are the most vital tool to use when creating a mood and setting for romance and passion. When appealing to each of these, touch, sound, taste, sight, and scent, in the proper way, one can never go wrong. Firstly, consider the sight factor of the setting. Where are the characters? What do they see? What surrounds them? Let’s use the beach as our main example. They see the ocean; it is sunset. Describe the color of the waves, the hues of the sunset, and the way the colors of the sunset bounce off of the colors of the waves. Put yourself in the scene by closing your eyes and picturing yourself on the very beach you are describing. When writing romantic erotica, do not be afraid to be poetic. Describe the sun setting over the ocean like you are Keats or Shelley. It adds to the mood. Also, describe how they see each other. Describe what your characters are looking at when they look across at one another. Once you have the sights around your characters covered, your reader can picture exactly where they are and easily put themselves in the place of one of them. The next important thing in creating the mood is sound. What are they hearing as things heat up? What makes the mood romantic instead of just sexual? Continuing with the ocean example, the characters would be hearing the roar of the waves crashing onto shore, the squawk of the sea gulls, perhaps distant music from a boombox down the beach. Imagination is key here. Open your mind to all the possibilities, all the sensual things that could be going on in the background sound-wise. The scene is what you make it and the characters, though attracted to each other, are drawn together BECAUSE of what surrounds them. If someone is blaring heavy metal right behind them the mood would not be romantic. Scent is a huge factor in a romantic setting. Smell is one of our strongest senses and is also the number one sense that we remember by. When you catch a whiff of something familiar, it immediately takes you back to a memory, no matter how distant in the past. Walking down the street, a man is wearing cologne and you smell it. It is the same cologne your high school boyfriend wore and you are quickly flooded with memories of him and times spent together. Scent is inescapable. It can also be incredibly sensual. On the beach, for example, you sit on a blanket. The sun is setting, the ocean is roaring. What smells surround our couple as they slowly get closer and closer together? Is there wine? Perhaps they brought a bottle of delicious red wine with them and they smell the aroma of it as the sip. Did the man bring flowers? What kind? Are there scented candles? What scent? How does it affect them? Details here are encouraged. Perhaps it is a lavender candle, a definite sensual aroma. What does the evening smell like? Perhaps there is a restaurant down the beach whose scents waft to the couple, enticing them. Food is an aphrodisiac. Don’t be afraid to use it. How does he smell? How does she smell? She smells like roses on a hot summer day and it draws him to her. You can go anywhere with the smells surrounding your characters, but always make sure that they are surrounded with heavenly, sensuous fragrances. Taste is the fourth sense and is also vital to your romance. The couple can taste anything from delicious foods, heady wine or champagne, to each other. A little bit of both is generally the way to go. A romance story would never jump straight into the sex, so you have to set the mood with outside influences. Are they having dinner? What are they eating? Is it hot on their tongues, cold on their lips? How is the flavor? Is their wine or champagne? How does it taste in their mouths? Description again is most important here. No detail is too small. The taste buds are amazing things and can easily be exploited for the purposes of romance. When you’ve set the mood with outside factors and have moved on to the sex scene, describe how she tastes to him or vice versa. Describe the saltiness of his skin, or the fruity flavor of her lips. All the other factors of our romantic setting have led to tasting each other. Use it in your story. Touch is the final asset. All of the factors led to taste, but always end with touch. This is essentially your sex scene, except for a few furtive touches and feelings before. As an example, if she is sitting on the beach, what does the sand feel like between her toes? What is the air temperature like on his skin? Touch does include parts of the actual setting and that is very important. It is not, however, AS important as the sex scene itself and when our couple begins to explore each other physically. Hair, skin, clothes, are all essential to touching. Is she wearing a satiny dress? Is her hair silky, her skin petal-soft? Does his stubble rub against her skin when they kiss? His tongue is wet on her lips. His hands are strong against her back. You can go anywhere with touch and touch is the whole reason for the story. They have romanced each other and this is the culmination of that romance. This is where it was always leading, the eventuality of it. Our characters finally come together and it is beautiful. Make it beautiful, describe them, what they feel not just with their fingers or hands, but what it feels like when he touches her stomach, her leg, her sex. You drew your readers in with your setting, with all the other senses, but this is what they are here for. Make it worth their while. Describe! When writing a romantic erotica story, the setting is vital to the mood and atmosphere you are creating. The five senses need to be appealed to to make it as sensual as it needs to be. You need to engage your readers, bring them into the scene, into the story. Make them feel what your characters feel by describing everything properly. Appealing to the five sense is a sure way to involve any reader and a sure way to have the most romantic story possible.
How to Create a Romantic Setting in a Romance Erotica Story When writing romantic erotica, one of the most important factors in the story is the setting. The romance genre opens up a whole new facet of feelings and situations for the characters and it is important to set the proper mood. For example, you could have a proper romantic tale set in a junkyard as long as the mood is still set for the readers. The five senses are the most vital tool to use when creating a mood and setting for romance and passion. When appealing to each of these, touch, sound, taste, sight, and scent, in the proper way, one can never go wrong. Firstly, consider the sight factor of the setting. Where are the characters? What do they see? What surrounds them? Let’s use the beach as our main example. They see the ocean; it is sunset. Describe the color of the waves, the hues of the sunset, and the way the colors of the sunset bounce off of the colors of the waves. Put yourself in the scene by closing your eyes and picturing yourself on the very beach you are describing. When writing romantic erotica, do not be afraid to be poetic. Describe the sun setting over the ocean like you are Keats or Shelley. It adds to the mood. Also, describe how they see each other. Describe what your characters are looking at when they look across at one another. Once you have the sights around your characters covered, your reader can picture exactly where they are and easily put themselves in the place of one of them. The next important thing in creating the mood is sound. What are they hearing as things heat up? What makes the mood romantic instead of just sexual? Continuing with the ocean example, the characters would be hearing the roar of the waves crashing onto shore, the squawk of the sea gulls, perhaps distant music from a boombox down the beach. Imagination is key here. Open your mind to all the possibilities, all the sensual things that could be going on in the background sound-wise. The scene is what you make it and the characters, though attracted to each other, are drawn together BECAUSE of what surrounds them. If someone is blaring heavy metal right behind them the mood would not be romantic. Scent is a huge factor in a romantic setting. Smell is one of our strongest senses and is also the number one sense that we remember by. When you catch a whiff of something familiar, it immediately takes you back to a memory, no matter how distant in the past. Walking down the street, a man is wearing cologne and you smell it. It is the same cologne your high school boyfriend wore and you are quickly flooded with memories of him and times spent together. Scent is inescapable. It can also be incredibly sensual. On the beach, for example, you sit on a blanket. The sun is setting, the ocean is roaring. What smells surround our couple as they slowly get closer and closer together? Is there wine? Perhaps they brought a bottle of delicious red wine with them and they smell the aroma of it as the sip. Did the man bring flowers? What kind? Are there scented candles? What scent? How does it affect them? Details here are encouraged. Perhaps it is a lavender candle, a definite sensual aroma. What does the evening smell like? Perhaps there is a restaurant down the beach whose scents waft to the couple, enticing them. Food is an aphrodisiac. Don’t be afraid to use it. How does he smell? How does she smell? She smells like roses on a hot summer day and it draws him to her. You can go anywhere with the smells surrounding your characters, but always make sure that they are surrounded with heavenly, sensuous fragrances. Taste is the fourth sense and is also vital to your romance. The couple can taste anything from delicious foods, heady wine or champagne, to each other. A little bit of both is generally the way to go. A romance story would never jump straight into the sex, so you have to set the mood with outside influences. Are they having dinner? What are they eating? Is it hot on their tongues, cold on their lips? How is the flavor? Is their wine or champagne? How does it taste in their mouths? Description again is most important here. No detail is too small. The taste buds are amazing things and can easily be exploited for the purposes of romance. When you’ve set the mood with outside factors and have moved on to the sex scene, describe how she tastes to him or vice versa. Describe the saltiness of his skin, or the fruity flavor of her lips. All the other factors of our romantic setting have led to tasting each other. Use it in your story. Touch is the final asset. All of the factors led to taste, but always end with touch. This is essentially your sex scene, except for a few furtive touches and feelings before. As an example, if she is sitting on the beach, what does the sand feel like between her toes? What is the air temperature like on his skin? Touch does include parts of the actual setting and that is very important. It is not, however, AS important as the sex scene itself and when our couple begins to explore each other physically. Hair, skin, clothes, are all essential to touching. Is she wearing a satiny dress? Is her hair silky, her skin petal-soft? Does his stubble rub against her skin when they kiss? His tongue is wet on her lips. His hands are strong against her back. You can go anywhere with touch and touch is the whole reason for the story. They have romanced each other and this is the culmination of that romance. This is where it was always leading, the eventuality of it. Our characters finally come together and it is beautiful. Make it beautiful, describe them, what they feel not just with their fingers or hands, but what it feels like when he touches her stomach, her leg, her sex. You drew your readers in with your setting, with all the other senses, but this is what they are here for. Make it worth their while. Describe! When writing a romantic erotica story, the setting is vital to the mood and atmosphere you are creating. The five senses need to be appealed to to make it as sensual as it needs to be. You need to engage your readers, bring them into the scene, into the story. Make them feel what your characters feel by describing everything properly. Appealing to the five sense is a sure way to involve any reader and a sure way to have the most romantic story possible.
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