The Office Party!

The concept of an office party always works in theory -- what's better than fun, food and booze on the company dime? But the reality is rarely ever as promising. This shindig was dull, the music cheesy, and the food inedible. After exchanging obligatory pleasantries with her colleagues she slips away for a drink in the hopes that he will follow her lead.

Making her way to the dimly lit bar she motions to the bartender, “Sauvignon Blanc," she says as she nervously rifles through her clutch in search of a twenty. “I’m married, this is crazy,” she thinks. Never mind that the spark in her marriage had all but disappeared – she was a good Catholic schoolgirl and everything about this scenario – the adultery for starters, and the fact that she is old enough to be his mother – is strictly forbidden, punishable only by rotting in hell for eternity.

She'd met him several months earlier when she began working as a temp, reporting to him on a variety of mindless clerical chores. She was instantly attracted to his boyish charm but repressed her desire. Though unhappily married, she was spoken for nevertheless, so she didn’t make a habit of trolling for cock. But there was something different about this man, something comforting and familiar yet dark and mysterious. An exercise in contradictions that made her tingle deep inside whenever he was near.

Waiting on her drink, her mind darts back to the office where they subtly flirt over mundane tasks. She's pissed off and frustrated that he isn't reciprocating her covert gestures. "I don't get it," shaking her head lost in thought. He is gorgeous: smart, sexy, adorable…and standing right in front of her.

“Let me get this,” he whispers. “I hate these things,” nodding towards the party, “and besides, I’d really like to get to know you better.”

She looks into his deep brown eyes, her heart in her throat, and sputters a shy “thanks,” “ok,” or something equally benign. It didn’t matter. At this point she was tired of censoring herself around him amidst the eyes and ears of meddlesome desk jockeys. They were finally alone and she wanted him.

He seductively leans in, casually glancing at her décolletage. She’s seen this look from him before and is at once flattered but completely self-conscious. Brushing her hair to the side she feels her face flush and she looks down, her eyes focusing on the delicate arch of his pillowy lips. She trembles at the thought of them against her skin. They talk a little. He has a beautiful smile so she likes making him laugh. He knows that she wants him so he enjoys teasing her.

Looking up at him playfully she announces, "You know how I like to compliment you on your tie, or shirt, or what have you?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well, going forward you should mentally insert the phrase 'now, take it off' after each article of clothing I name," she quips.

"Duly noted," He chuckles, "it would certainly make our morning routine livelier." She giggles at her new found brazenness, her guard down as the effects of the wine settle in.

"As long as we're being honest," he says, "I've often imagined what goes on under those sexy little dresses of yours." She works hard to maintain her youthful appearance, and often gets mistaken for a woman a dozen years younger. She's pleased that he's noticed.

Reaching towards him, she coquettishly fondles his tie. "Ha," she tosses her head back, "you're going to have to wait to find out, I’m a classy broad and I hardly know you."

He leans in even closer and squeezes her forearm, “I'm done waiting,” he taunts.

Taking her by the hand he leads her to a secluded spot in the back of the restaurant. In the dark all modesty melts away. The usual awkwardness and sexual tension that punctuates their daily meetings is replaced with the delicious anticipation of their impending tryst. He wraps his arms around her and she is enveloped in the warmth of his touch. His lean physique is strong against her and she feels completely safe and relaxed.

She places her hands on the back of his head, tenderly runs her fingers through his hair and caresses his neck. They kiss slowly at first savoring every line, every curve, every breath. Her pulse quickens as he persists -- he is a good kisser, better than she had envisioned. He lingers over her pout, hesitating just enough and teasing her with his tongue. Possessed, she surrenders in total submission. Kissing her neck softly, he stealthily makes his way up to whisper in her ear, "I want you so bad." Her moist slit is ready for him.

She reaches down toward his black trousers, her favorite pair because of how nicely they showcase his package. Tugging at the zipper to release her prize, her eyes widen in admiration as his very hard cock springs forward. She kneels down, eager for a taste but he impatiently pulls her up towards him.

“What’s the matter?” she asks, “Don’t you want me to suck you? I’m really good at it...I’ll even let you cum on my tits -- you’ve been staring at them for months after all.”

“No,” he swallows hard, “You have a dirty mouth which I will put to good use later, but right now I want to fuck you.” Zipping up he spots the restroom, places his hand on the small of her back and guides her toward the door.

"The crapper," she whispers, "really?"

He laughs, "Hey, I'm nothing if not classy." They enter the small room with its acrid smell of cleanser and antiseptic hand soap -- it's not exactly her lair of choice but she was horny as hell and this moment was long overdue.

Driving her against the sink, he runs his hands roughly up her skirt raising it to reveal her black garter and silk stockings. He shudders at the perfection of her milky white thighs, his eyes focusing on the junction where her long supple legs meet their barely concealed treasure. His prick braced stiffly against his torso, she runs her hand along the length of the shaft and deftly unleashes it once again; his pants fall in a crumpled heap on the floor. He pushes her sheer thong aside and rams into her warm wet cunt. They’ve both longed for this moment and the connection is so electric they gasp.

Wrapping her legs around him she balances her stilettos on the wall and whispers, “don’t stop – you're going to make me cum so hard.” He obliges, thrusting deeply into her and slides his hands down her back stopping to knead her bum and thighs.

“I love your tight little ass,” he pants and she flashes a coy smile.

Clasping the back of his neck with her left hand she unfastens her blouse with her right. She pulls him towards her ample breasts, which spill over her lacy demi bra. His warm breath tickles as he traces her erect nipples with his tongue, stopping only to suck and nibble softly. Moaning, she rakes her fingers across his back and rubs his shoulders. The glimpse of his sinewy frame makes her even hotter.

“Please fuck me from behind,” she begs.

Without missing a beat he pushes her up against the wall, spreads her legs and enters her. She arches her back while he wraps his arms around her waist and reaches down to finger her clit. Writhing ecstatically, her hands slither back and forth across the wall.

“You like how I fuck you don’t you?” he growls.

“Yes,” she responds breathlessly.

“You’ve wanted my cock inside you, haven’t you?”

“Yes, badly.”

Pushing harder he grunts, “Are you going to cum for me?”

“Yes…yes…yes,” she chants, her swollen pussy aching for the release. His movements become more forceful and she matches his rhythm until she feels his body tense up. Holding her hips tightly, he explodes inside her. The feeling of his hot sticky semen rushing up inside of her is powerful and overwhelming.

He pulls out and rests his slick cock in between her ass cheeks. Wanting more, her hand speeds greedily downward to stroke her lush lips.

He is transfixed by the site and coaxes her, "Goddamn woman you are sexy -- can I watch?"

"Please," she whimpers, her fingers sliding in and out of her kempt mound.

With her back still towards him she leans over the sink while he reaches around her with his right arm and nestles it in the hollow between her breasts resting his hand on her left shoulder. His voice furtively thrums in her ear as her fingers explore her delectably sweet honeypot.

"You're a bad girl, aren't you," he chastises, his left hand runs up and down her left thigh, giving her a little smack with each turn. He watches their reflection in the mirror and the view makes him hard again. She is blown away by his recovery time -- a welcome bonus that comes with fucking a guy nearly 20 years her junior.

"More...I need more," he murmurs and slams back into her snatch. His hips make a slapping sound as their bodies reconnect, and she flashes him a devious smile in the mirror as she feels the weight of his balls bounce against her ass.

"Go...go...harder...make me proud," she purrs. She chooses this word proud deliberately; relishing the role reversal where he must subordinate to her for a change.

He doesn't disappoint. He fucks her hard and fast and, as she grinds against him, she feels her orgasm build. Her hips buck and her muscles clench gripping his cock with her cunt until it is raw. The result is an all consuming and dizzying bliss that emanates from every nerve in her body.

Completely spent, they collapse into each other's arms. With a conspiratorial smile they kiss and fumble quickly to get dressed and return to the party. She glides past him and quickly makes her way back to the bar. He follows shortly thereafter stopping to greet his buddy on the way.

"Great party, huh dude?"

"Yeah bro," he responds, "epic."

-Anonymous

Brightest Star

"Shall I help you wash up?" Lucy asked, bringing me the last of the dishes.

"No, it's OK," I replied, adding some more washing up liquid to the water in the sink. "Can you go up to my room and fetch the DVD? It's on top of the shelf with my hi-fi." I began scrubbing the plates as she left. My housemates had all gone home for the weekend, so Lucy had suggested we have a night in and watch Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon for the nth time, as we both loved that film. I'd already cooked us both a stir fry to get into the Chinese spirit, as it were, and once I'd finished the dishes I got the sake that Lucy had bought (she couldn't find a Chinese wine, so she thought a Japanese one would have to do) and poured some for each of us while she settled herself on the sofa and flicked through the menu. Turning off the light, I sat down next to her and got ready to enjoy the film.

As I practically knew the film off by heart, for the first few minutes I could just sip my rice wine and let my mind wander, glancing occasionally at Lucy out of the corner of my eye. She was sat very neatly, her legs crossed under her skirt, which had ridden up slightly above her knee, her smooth calves and perfect, fairly small bare feet glowing white from the light of the TV. The warmth of the alcohol suddenly made me feel how close her warm body was to me, only a few inches away. With a smile I remembered the first time I met her, nearly a year ago now.

I'd gone to see Kill Bill Volume 1 for the fifth time, and for the second time I noticed her buying a bag of peanuts at the food counter, but I didn't think she could be going to see the film again, she looked more like an indie girl to me, and I didn't think it was the type of film she would be into, so I pushed my idle thoughts of talking to her to the back of my mind and entered the room. The lights were still on, so I could see there was no one else in there, which suited me fine, I could sit in my favourite place, exactly in the middle of the room so that the screen filled my vision when I leant my head back and looked straight in front. But a few minutes later, I heard someone else come in, and looking round I noticed it was the pretty dark haired indie girl, who walked automatically to my row, spotted me and hesitated. She gave a little shrug and walked along the row and sat down in the seat next to me.

"Hi," she said, sounding a bit shy. "Haven't I seen you before at a Kill Bill screening?"

"Yeah, probably," I replied, feeling the heat rise to my face. I was never very good at talking to strangers, even when they didn't have incredible large brown eyes that seemed to hold my gaze in a vice. "This is the fifth time I've seen it."

"Really? Cool! I've seen it three times, I couldn't persuade any of my friends to see it again with me." Her shyness seemed to have vanished, and I wished mine would. She held out her hand. "My name's Lucy, what's yours?"

"Jack," I replied, shaking her hand, and we began talking about the film, and Tarantino in general, when the lights went out for the ads to start, and we fell silent. She offered me some peanuts when the second trailer came on, and then from the moment the film started it was fantastic. We both sang along to the Nancy Sinatra song at the beginning, laughed at the same scenes of ridiculous violence and spoke along to the same bits of clever dialogue.

Then afterwards we went for a pizza together and talked for another couple of hours about films. Although to begin with I did consider asking her out, but wasn't confident enough to, then she went out with someone else a week or so after we met. After she broke up with him we were such close friends that I didn't want to risk souring our relationship by asking her out, as I couldn't bare the thought of not having her around and the indefinable sense of utter contentment that any conversation with her or even her very presence filled me with.

Anyway, before I got completely lost in my reminiscing, I was distracted by the first really amazing fight sequence and started concentrating on the film. Once that scene was over, Lucy paused it to go to the toilet while I poured some more sake, and when she came back she sat much closer to me, so our bodies were touching. When she put her head on my shoulder I finally mastered myself and put my arm around her, feeling her snuggle nearer, but not saying anything.

We watched the rest of the film like this, my cheeks pressed lightly to her warm silky hair, and when it got to the really romantic scene with Lo telling Jen Lu that he'd found the brightest star of all I felt her hand reach for mine, sending odd shivers through my body. Finally, the film ended and we reluctantly separated and stood up, both our eyes a bit wet from the ending, and neither of us saying anything or holding each other's gaze for long. Lucy said she'd go upstairs, so I cleared the glasses and empty bottle of sake away and followed.

Entering my room I saw her bent over the desk lighting the last of the candles she'd placed around the room, dancing slightly in time to the Elvis compilation she'd put on, then she turned around and told me to switch the light off, so there was only the warm orange glow from the candles.

"Dance with me," she said with a smile, holding out her hand, so I took it and we both started twisting and jiving, singing along and laughing good naturedly at each other's dancing. Lucy changed the CD to the Pulp Fiction soundtrack, and we did our best impression of Uma Thurman and John Travolta before collapsing in a giggling heap by the bed, and began chatting, slightly more manically than usual, our eyes constantly meeting and then one of us would look away a few seconds later.

When the CD finished, Lucy got up again and took a while choosing a new one. As she came back to sit cross-legged in front of me again, I couldn't help grin as the soothing voice of Nancy Sinatra came from the speakers, and we continued our conversation until the end of the first song. As the second one started though, she seemed to make up her mind about something, and grabbed my hand, looking me straight in the eye.

"Jack, how do you feel about me?" she asked, a note of impatience in her voice. For a moment I just stared, caught off guard, felt my blood rushing to my head, and tried to look away, but couldn't. I took a deep breath.

"I... love you." I'd finally said it. And to my delight, none of my paranoid fears came true once I had. Instead Lucy's eyes widened and she blushed too, a big smile spreading across her face.

"Well I love you Jack! Why didn't you say before? When - I mean, how long have you been in love with me?"

"I don't know. Months. Since before you split up with Jason I suppose. Why didn't you say anything?"

"Oh, I don't know. We've both been stupid obviously..."

We paused for a few seconds, but it was a different type to the pauses before, and we kept eye contact, then both leaned forward, a little hesitantly, until our lips met. Lifting the hand that she wasn't holding, I gently brushed her hair from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear, placing it around her head to pull her closer as our kiss became steadily more passionate. Lucy released my hand and drew me into an embrace, a bit awkwardly as we were both still sat cross-legged facing each other, until she pulled me up and pushed me back to the bed, still kissing me, and we ended up with me underneath her.

Things started to go a little faster than I expected, her hands wandering firmly over my chest, then I felt one slip under my t-shirt, her smooth hand caressing the side of my stomach, so I allowed my hand that wasn't stroking her hair to push up the back of her sweater and the top beneath to feel her warm bare back. Lucy pushed herself up, kneeling over me, and pulled her top off, so above her waist she was only wearing her bra, her skin gold in the flickering candlelight.

"You're so beautiful Lucy," I told her, and she grinned.

Sitting up a bit myself, I wrapped my arms around her and carefully rolled over until she was lying on her back and I kissed her again, running my hands up her arms, following them from the silky underside near her shoulders, past her elbows and eventually to her open palms, our fingers meshing as she closed her hands around mine. By now I had just let my instincts take over, kissing down her neck to her shoulders and the small hollow beneath her windpipe, working my way over her chest until I was kissing the top exposed part of her breasts.

Gently, I pulled my hands out of hers and slipped them under her back, fumbling with the clasp of her bra, and to my surprise managed by pure luck to unfasten it fairly quickly. I knelt up to help remove it and then went down again, my lips finally touching her tits, feeling the soft warm skin against my mouth as I explored it, the faint scent of her body filling my nostrils, while I let my fingertips do the same as my mouth on her other breast. Deliberately, I ignored her tempting pink nipple at first, kissing all the way down to the underside where it met her chest, then I extended my tongue, dragging it slowly up, tasting her skin, and then circling her nipple. As I closed my hand around her other breast, discovering that I'd been right in thinking they were the perfect size to hold, I could feel how she was tensing, her breathing having quickened and glancing up at her face I could see the tips of her white teeth biting her bottom lip in anticipation.

When I finally decided I'd teased her long enough, I licked her round pink nipple, pushing against it with my tongue, feeling it getting stiffer, and then I closed my lips around it and tentatively sucked on it, getting a small squeak and intake of breath from Lucy. I continued like this, sucking and licking her nipple until it was as erect as I could get it, all the while squeezing her other breast rhythmically, enjoying the sensation of her soft flesh in my palm, then I swapped to see to her other nipple.

Once I'd finished there, I cupped both her breasts in my hands and resumed my journey of kisses down over her stomach, right down to the place were her flesh bulged ever so slightly from the waistband of her skirt digging in. Occasionally she'd asked me before if I thought she was fat, but she wasn't, this small amount of body fat to me made her more beautiful then the skeletal models in magazines, and it was far more arousing to the touch than if it was just skin over bone.

"How do I undo your skirt, Lucy?" I asked.

"There's a zip at the back," she replied, a little breathlessly, and reaching around I found it. Now kneeling on the floor between her legs, I pulled her skirt off slowly, discarding it to the side, then began kissing up her hairless legs, starting at her ankles, moving up her calves fairly quickly then slowing down as I reached her thighs. Stroking the inside of her knees with my hands and then up the outside of her legs, I peppered her inner thighs with kisses, working my way very gradually up to her crotch. Once there, I stroked the front of her black knickers, her pubic hair beneath forming a kind of cushion covered by the material, with only a couple of individual curls escaping under the elastic, and a damp patch, while not too visible in the dim light, was perfectly evident to my fingers as they played over where her hole was.

Holding her firmly with both hands around her waist, I pulled her a few inches closer to me so only the very tops of her legs were still on the bed, tucked my fingers under the waistband of her knickers and peeled them off her, then took my t-shirt off. I lowered my head down so her short curly black hair was brushing my face, inhaling the faint but delicious aroma emanating from her pussy, and started to kiss all around her hole, not going too close, but close enough to get some of the juice that was clinging in droplets to her hair on my cheek. My hands slid up to cup her breasts once again as I did this, while she spread her legs wider, trying to encourage me to go further, her breathing quickening again and I traced the edge of her outer lips with the tip of my tongue.

My mouth watering now, I slipped my tongue in the slit between her inner lips, tasting her juices, and licked firmly and steadily up the entire length to circle the hood of skin over her clit which I could see, pink and swollen, but before touching it I did the same movement again, making an appreciative noise to let her know she tasted so good. Carefully, I lightly flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth over her clitoris, getting a loud moan of pleasure from Lucy, so I licked a bit harder, and was soon lapping at it as if it were a delicious lolly, sometimes with an up-down motion, sometimes with circles, then as I got more into it, I did figures of eight and other shapes on it, sucking it a little as I did so. She started thrusting and moving her hips, so I had to release her tits in order to hold her legs back, and I could feel my chin getting soaked from where it touched her opening, which I occasionally licked before she cried out to me to get back to her clit.

After a couple of minutes or so, I decided to try something else, so stopped licking and sucked on my right forefinger, getting it nice and slimy with my spit, and then pushed it ever so gently inside her hot wet vagina. I could feel the warm flesh enveloping it as it entered, pushing it all the way with my knuckles pressed in her damp pubic hair, then withdrawing it, pumping it in and out while I bent down to continue my tongue work. She liked this so much that I decided to attempt it with two fingers, this time just lubricating my middle finger with her juices while still sucking on her clit and inserted it snugly inside her with the other finger.

Stroking her insides like this, I turned my hand palm upwards and noticed that I could feel I kind of bulge, and every time my fingers passed over it, Lucy's hips would tremble just a little bit more, or she would moan slightly louder. Out of interest, I stopped pumping in and out of her like this, and instead kept my fingers inside her, running them back and forth over the mound, and changing my technique until Lucy gasped, grabbed my hair with both hands and told me to "keep doing that!" So I continued in a steady rhythm, still licking and sucking at her clit, while she moaned louder and wriggled, arching her back and wrapping her legs tight around my bare back, her hands pulling me into her crotch.

I don't know how long I'd been eating her out, but all of a sudden her whole body tensed, and her breathing became so fast she was almost hyperventilating, and she let out a long loud cry, her hands gripping my hair so hard it hurt. She began thrusting very hard into my face, calling out incoherently and gasping while I continued to lick and finger her, moisture coming so freely from her pussy that I could feel a trickle all down my right arm to my elbow. When she started to become a little less frantic, I started to withdraw my fingers, but she pulled my head even closer so my nose was almost pressed flat against her hairy flesh and she begged me to continue. A minute or so later and she started again, panting and shaking, until she finally let me go and I could pull back for some air.

Standing up, I looked down at her, licking my hand clean, and saw her flushed face smiling serenely up at me from the nest of her messed up shoulder length hair, patches of sweat glistening slightly, while the hair around her pussy was wet and flattened from my saliva and her own juices, leaving a sizable dark patch of damp on my bed clothes. She beckoned me closer, and we kissed once more, her mouth tasting her own juices on mine, until she pushed me on to my back, a glint in her eye.

"Your turn now, darling," she said, and began kissing down my chest, her fingernails dragging sensuously over my skin where her mouth had gone before. Soon Lucy was kneel between my legs as I had been, undoing my flies and pulling my trousers and boxers off together, releasing my semi-erect cock, and she raised her eyebrows.

"How come you have so little self-confidence, Jack? This is hardly tiny!" I just smiled weakly, grateful for the compliment, but not sure what to say in reply. Luckily, she didn't wait for one, and began kissing my thighs, letting my cock brush against her forehead or cheek, but otherwise ignoring it.

Closing my eyes, I tried to relax, feeling her warm wet lips moving up my legs, her hand carefully lifting up my balls so she could kiss just beneath them, before licking between and around them. One was suddenly surrounded by hot moisture as she took it in her mouth, the tips of her teeth just touching my sensitive skin there while her tongue caressed it. Doing the same to the other, leaving the hair on them slicked back from her saliva, she moved on to the shaft itself, holding it steady by the tip between her thumb and forefinger, licking slowly up its hardening seven inch length, then around its width, always keeping to the foreskin, teasing me.

Finally, she pulled the foreskin back and I felt the tip of her tongue trace the ridge around the edge of the head a few times, then move up to explore the wide smooth surface on top, flicking over the tiny slit a few times. Just as I thought she was going to take me in her mouth though, she slid down to lick the base of my shaft, starting the process all over again, and repeating it until a small bead of precum leaked out of the tip of my penis.

Licking it up and looking straight into my eyes with that intense gaze of hers, she opened her mouth and pushed her head slowly down, her hot damp breath all I could feel for a moment, then the tip reached the back of her tongue and she closed her lips around the shaft. I closed my eyes again as she began to suck, her mouth closing warm and wet around my dick, and she slowly pulled back, letting me slide out through her tightly held lips, and once she only had the smooth end in her mouth, she began swirling her tongue around it, took a short breath and then went down again. Now and again she would bob up and down rapidly, then lick up my shaft before resuming her slow sensual tongue work, and after a few minutes I could feel pressure building in my balls as an orgasm built up.

Lucy seemed to notice though, as she was not entirely inexperienced, and stopped, standing up, and asking me to move. When I did she got on the bed and lay down, not across it this time but lengthwise, with her head on the pillow, her hands on my hips as I remained kneeling, trying to pull me down.

"Look, I don't have any condoms, Lucy," I told her, to answer her questioning gaze.

"Oh, that's OK Jack," she said, seeming relieved that was all it was. "I trust you haven't got any funny diseases or you'd have said before, and I'm on the pill so there's no need to worry about the two of us becoming three or anything. Come on, I want this!"

Reassured, I knelt between her open legs and lowered myself down over her, supported on my elbows, until her hard nipples were almost touching me, and we could feel each other's breath on our faces. One of her hands left my waist and I felt it hold my still erect cock, pulling it carefully down, the tip tickled by her pubic hair. Then it was brushing her lips, both our breathing quickening in anticipation, then she was holding it, the head just dipped in her wet entrance, her eyes looking up at me, waiting. Slowly, I pushed my hips forward, her hot wet flesh closing around my dick, and Lucy gasped as I moved up inside her until finally my patch of hair covered skin above my crotch was against hers and I could go no further.

We began kissing again as I withdrew and got into a steady rhythm of sliding in and out of her, pressing my body closer to hers to feel her heat against me, but taking care not to squash her, and doing my best to concentrate on our tongues caressing each other so I wouldn't cum too early. Gradually I began to speed up, Lucy meeting my thrusts with her own, her legs tightening around mine, her arms pulling me closer. Our kissing became harder, the contact between our lips being broken occasionally, Lucy's moaning becoming clearer by not being muffled by my mouth. Once again I could feel the pressure of a climax building, so I forced myself to slow down to shorter thrusts, and rolled over on to my back, taking Lucy with me.

With her on top and a slight pause, I managed to delay the orgasm for a bit longer, and let Lucy take control. To begin with she just pushed her crotch back and forth, still lying on top of me, then she pushed herself up on to her arms, her hair falling down over her face and her breasts swaying as she began rotating her hips in a circular motion as she pulled herself up and down on me. Pushing herself up further with her hands on my chest she got into a steady rhythm, sliding her vagina up and down on my cock, then I placed my hands on her tits, propping her up even higher, the nipples pressed against the centre of my palms, before she pulled away.

Now she knelt right up over me, my hands resting on her hips as they rose and fell, panting and moaning, her flushed face wearing an expression of concentrated pleasure, her hair plastered messily to it with the sweat that covered her whole heaving body with a glistening sheen in the dim light from the three candles that were still alight. While one hand was holding mine tight, she slipped her other through her curly pussy hair to work on her clit, bringing her moans to a higher pitch. As I listened to her and watched my pale cock get swallowed by the pink hole amidst her black hair, then up her smooth shining stomach, over her shaking breasts to finally meet her half closed eyes, I felt the orgasm I'd been fighting off building up again, and I knew I couldn't stop it this time.

I started to thrust upwards harder now, and at this Lucy speeded up too, her moans turning to cries and her face contorting with her own climax. Her fingers rubbing her clit frantically, she stopped moving otherwise, as I was now thrusting right up into her, the contracting muscles inside her squeezing me tight with each stroke, a burning sensation in the end of my cock spreading all down it, the familiar haze of ecstasy filling my head, making me groan as well. I slammed up one last time, holding myself inside her, and the tightness of her hot wet pussy twitching around me took me the rest of the way, and I felt my semen pumping itself into her. Lucy seemed to be finishing her orgasm, and fell forwards, kissing me passionately as I emptied myself into her, squeezing her against me, the ejaculation seeming to last for ages, a glow more intense than I'd ever known flooding my whole body.

Finally, the last few spasms subsided, our kissing calmed down until we stopped, and rolled on to our sides, panting, looking at each other with a kind of fond gratitude I'd never had before, and I realised that the music must have stopped sometime ago. And we stayed like this, kissing softly now and again, held in each other's arms, our sweaty bodies pressed together, my cock slowly softening and shrinking inside her, not saying a thing.

After I had slipped out of her, accompanied by a discharge of cum and pussy juice, which trickled warmly and wetly over both our legs on to the bed, we remained looking at each other in a kind post-orgasmic stupor. Her scent, the feel of her hair in my hand, and her eyes gazing into my mine becoming the only thing in my world, I felt I wanted to melt into her completely forever. Eventually the last candle had burnt out, and in the darkness we drifted off to sleep, the most contented and peaceful sleep I ever had.

-Starbelliedboy

Hoodlum Slut

You’d never know it to look at me, but I’m a Princeton grad who was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Now I’m a struggling editor, but I come from an upper-crust family, and I was taught to keep my feelings well-hidden. Ditto for my dick.

There were two types of kids in my high school. My friends and I were called "collegiates," meaning we were tracked for college. The supposedly dumber kids were the “hoods." Naturally, we collegiates looked down on the hoods; we thought the guys were cretins and the girls were sluts.

Every day on my way to school I'd pass the hoods, gathered outside the candy store, smoking, snapping gum, talking loud, and good-naturedly shoving each other around. Sometimes a guy and girl would be making out, his hand sneaking down her blouse. Secretly I wanted to be like them—partly to be cool and tough, of course, but mostly because I was absolutely dying to get into a hoodlum girl’s pants.

God, were those girls hot! Their firm little butts were squeezed into skin-tight elastic pants, and snug sweaters clung to their pointy tits.

I went on to Princeton, to college girls who laid there like corpses when I fucked them, then a suitably respectable wife (ditto), and a successful job at a brokerage firm. Then I threw everything off, and finally broke out of the prison they’d stuck me in. I “tuned in and turned on,” left my job, got divorced.

I learned who I was and what I wanted to do with my life. I found myself living on the West Coast where I'd landed a job as editor of a small magazine, hired to spice up the writing and beef up sales. I began by looking through piles of unsolicited and rejected manuscripts, and came across a bunch of articles from a woman named Lisa. One was about she-males, another was about massage parlors, and a third was about male prostitution. The articles were explicit, funny and very well-written. I called Lisa and told her I wanted to talk to her about publishing her stuff. She said she was pleasantly surprised. It turned out that she lived near me, and she invited me to stop by her house to talk more.

Lisa was in her 40s, blonde and buxom. She was down to earth, and uninhibited when it came to talking about her sexual writing-or, for that matter, about anything sexual. I got an erection the minute I entered her house and had to struggle to remain coolly professional while my dick throbbed in my jeans. About an hour into our professional negotiations, I found out why. We starting talking about our pasts, discovered we were both from the same high school. She, of course, had been a hood.

For the next hour we laughed our asses off, throwing out recognizable names of kids and teachers. Lisa dug out photos of herself and her girlfriends, with their tight sweaters and mile-high hair. When I told Lisa how I'd lusted after them, she was stunned.

"We thought you looked down on us,” she said, an old hurt flashing for a moment in her intense blue eyes. Her mannerisms had become subtly flirtatious, and I was getting signals right and left that she also wanted to embark on this adventure.

Over the course of the next three months a crazy chemistry kept growing. Her remarks were becoming more and more suggestive. Finally one night she interrupted me mid-sentence.

“So, Wentworth,” she said with a seductive smile, "you always did want to get into a hoodlum girl’s pants, didn't you?”

I actually blushed.

“Well, Mr. Collegiate, here’s your big chance.” She stood and took my hand, leading me into the bedroom, which contained a huge bed in the center of the room, mirrors on the ceiling and all four walls.

She pulled back the bedspread and slowly began to undress, looking straight at me as she peeled off her clothes. My eyes saw a 45-year-old but my dick responded to a gum-snapping chick struttin' her bad ass through the halls of our high school.

I’m no major stud, but I’ve had my share of women and I can say without being too boastful that I am a pretty decent lover. But with Lisa I suddenly felt afraid I wouldn’t be able to satisfy her. After all, she was used to all those tattooed macho types.

She moved her naked body up against mine an murmured in a low growly voice, “Don’t worry ‘bout a thing, Wentworth.” She unbuckled my belt. “We’re gonna do just fine here, you and me.” She unzipped my fly and wrapped her hand around my turgid member.

“Nice,” she whispered, softly biting my neck. “That’s real nice.” Slowly she sank to her knees. She sat before my cock, cradling it lovingly in her hands, regarding it as if it were the Ninth Wonder of the World. I glanced into the mirror and my cock grew another half inch, at the sight of this slutty blonde kneeling before me.

“Ooh, baby, I just adore cock.” She placed her lips on the head, darted her tongue out, and began the longest and most expert blow-job of my life. Lisa kept staring at me. “Come on, Wentworth. Say it.”

“Say what?” I gasped, desperate to have her resume her oral ministrations.

“Say I’m a slut. That’s what you think. Go on, call me a tramp.”

“Okay,” I whispered. “You’re a slut.”

She lowered her head and avidly lapped at my balls.

I was pumping her mouth full of cockmeat now, fast and hard, with no concerns about how deep I went or whether she could take it. Lisa’s throat opened up like a cavern to accept every inch, sucking like a power vacuum.

“Come on, Wentworth,” she prodded, milking my swollen member, "shoot your load right into my face. I wanna see it squirting out. I want you to bathe me in your hot cum.”

I think I actually screamed as my throbbing dick exploded with the biggest load of jism it had ever produced. Cum poured like honey over her hair and face, and dripped thickly down between her boobs. She closed her eyes and received it like it was the nectar of the gods.

I collapsed onto the bed, thoroughly spent. Lisa got up and wiped her face on a towel, then stood looking down at me, holding her hands saucily on her hips.

“Hey, Joe College, you ain’t done yet."

“Shit, girl, you're really something," I said, opening my arms so she could crawl into them. She snuggled against me, then her hand began creeping down to cup my balls like she owned them.

"You’re gonna fuck me, Wentworth, and you're gonna fuck me good. You’re gonna fuck me hard and deep, just the way I like it.”

I groaned as I watched my cock start to harden again, something it had never done so fast before. Lisa climbed up and straddled me, rubbing it against her slick wet cunt.

“Come on, boy, don’t you wanna tell all your friends how you fucked one of those trampy hoodlum girls?"

That did it. I was hard as a rock again. I threw Lisa off me and onto her back—if I was gonna do a hoodlum girl, I was gonna do her right. I slid my member into her wet channel, rooting around as it opened for me. She moaned as I began pumping it into her. She began bucking her hips into me, and squeezing her pussy muscles around my organ. Her cunt palpitated around me like it wanted to suck me. She thrust her hips forward in a rhythmic motion, fiercely grinding her clit and pubic bone against me. I could tell she was going to cum, and held myself steady, keeping my dick firmly in place as she went over the top.

Her body went limp. With just four more strokes of my cock, I was shooting again, and then I collapsed on top of her. We drifted into sleep. When we awoke an hour or so later, Lisa brushed the hair from my forehead and tenderly kissed me.

"So, whaddya think? Was I better than Saundra?”

"I’ll say,” I murmured, nibbling her erect nipple, my finger moving in her wet pussy. I was completely in love.

—C. Wentworth

Met At The Gym

I had the locker open at the gym and was sitting, naked, on the bench, getting ready to dress and go home. "Good workout, huh?" said a voice behind me. These comments are fairly common small talk there, so I turned around to answer. I think I stammered out something like, "Uh, and yeah." Directly at eye level was a cock, which when limp, measured at least eight inches! It was attached to a friendly-looking guy who needed to work out as much as I did. He sat next to me and opened his locker, and, once, as we both put down our towels and placed shoes on the floor, our nude hips touched. Nothing was said at the time, but I'll admit it kind of turned me on.

I had been considering bisexual behaviour for a while. Yeah, I had peeked at other guys' cocks in the gym, but never thought I would do anything about it. This one guy, my locker friend, continued to approach me and make small talk in the nude afterwards. I noticed he worked in the same building and we spoke in the garage a few times.

The situation was, well, stagnant. I thought it was going nowhere except fantasies and dreams. One afternoon, though, as he was talking to me and we were both naked, he said he was going into the Jacuzzi and asked if I wanted to join him. Now, officially, everyone is supposed to wear a bathing suit in the Jacuzzi, but nobody does. I was a little sore, and at that time of day nobody else was in there, so I said yes. I watched him unwrap his towel and step into the water. He was semi-hard, and noticed my glance. I sat down a few feet away and noticed he was looking too. I was glad for the cover of the water, because I was getting a very noticeable hard on. He was a few years older than me, and seemed to have no problem with stretching out in the Jacuzzi. I was sure he was partly showing off, because his cock kept sticking out of the water, and it was apparent he was turned on, too.

He mentioned watching my workout and said I was making physical progress, and I said I admired his everyday commitment. At that point, he slid over very close and I felt my pulse explode. We continued talking about workouts, but once, twice, a third time our hips slid against each other. It felt so sexy and I said nothing. Then his hand brushed against my hip. My silence must have been interpreted as approval... which, I guess, it was.

His hand brushed against me again, but, this time, it did not move away. We stopped talking and his hand moved up and down my slick, wet leg. Out of the blue, I moved my hand between his legs and held his penis. It was rock hard and at LEAST ten inches in length. I ran my fingers up and down the shaft, then felt the pink head's pulsing. His hand grabbed my cock as well. He reached underneath me and caressed my balls with his cupped fingers. I was so hot I only knew I wanted sex with him right at that moment.

At that point, two other guys walked in. We both left the room, but the towels "hardly" covered out excitement. As we dressed, in silence, I looked over and he was smiling at me. He whispered, "My van." I thought about whether or not to go, but eventually the ache in my balls made up my mind. We walked out together and into the garage. He did indeed drive a large delivery van with darkly tinted windows. No one was looking, so we climbed in.

He immediately bent over and dropped his pants and underwear. He still had his hard on and turned towards me. I stripped and, being tall, had to get on my knees for comfort. He sat on a tool chest with his legs spread and slowly played with himself. I moved over to be closer and his big cock was right in front of my face. For the first time in my life, I leaned forward and kissed another guy's penis. It felt hot, and was hard and velvety at the same time. I licked it up and down and stroked it with my lips. He began to moan. When I took it out and began to tickle his balls with my tongue, it wasn't long before his cum shot across my face in a thick, sticky spray. I put his cock in my mouth in time to catch the last couple of surges...tasting and enjoying his sperm.

He sat me on the tool chest and sat on my lap, facing away from me. I felt my cock sliding in between the cheeks of his ass, and was ready to explode in minutes. I didn't even enter him, and still shot a stream of my own cum onto his back.

We lay on the carpet together, nude and rubbing against each other, for quite a while. I could hear people talking outside, and I will admit it was exciting to be there like that. We left that day after making plans to meet at his place the following Friday. Since then I have met him, and some of his friends, a few times. But it is a whole new world.

-Anonymous

Highway 69

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Candy Bar Lover

I wanted chocolate so badly today that I was positive my co-workers could see the desire radiating off me in aura like waves, and far behind my head, trailed cartoon thought bubbles filled with images of malt balls, chocolate stars and gold foil wrapped bars from Switzerland.

It was so cruel that something I clearly loved was denied to me, but because of hormone fluctuation, I couldn’t enjoy the two greatest loves of my life, chocolate and orgasms. Whoever said chocolate was a substitute for sex wasn’t kidding. Both of them gave me a migraine. I had to avoid them like the plague if I wanted a headache free day, but tell that to the rest of my body.

Today, my desire for chocolate was humming inside me so loudly I could barely think. It had started this morning when I saw a Kit Kat on a television commercial, and it had snowballed from there. I had to get it off my brain if I was going to get any work done.

As I booted up my computer, I looked outside my window at the trees lining the parking lot in an effort to distract myself. It was a nice autumn day. The sky was light blue with fluffy white clouds. The air looked crisp, and the leaves were just starting to change color. It was just the type of day to go for a long walk followed by a nice cup of hot chocolate.

Damn. That didn’t work. I frowned. Now I was thinking about those little marshmallows melting on top of the hot chocolate.

O.K, I was going to think about kittens. They had to be the most innocent thing on the planet. How could I attach chocolate to them? I knew they didn’t eat it, and I’ve never seen an actual kitten made from chocolate, you know like bunnies at Easter time, but I had seen cutest little chocolate molds at the antique fair. There were bears, camels and elephants. I could just imagine how cute and yummy they would be coming out the molds. Oh my gosh! I was doing it again.

From the bottom of my drawer, I popped a butterscotch into my mouth, wondering why I didn’t dream about chocolate at night like I did about sex. It would be good to have a piece of chocolate cheesecake in my dreams, but all my nocturnal activities were getting it on with strangers.

Last night I had the most erotic dream about a big, burly man. He was maybe over 6 feet tall and around 230 lbs. He seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t remember if I’d seen him in the building or at the supermarket. Anyway, we were at the movies and I was eating gummy bears of all things, which I usually can’t stand because of the way they squished between my teeth.

He kept trying to turn my head to kiss me, but I was really trying to watch the movie. He started kissing my ear lobe and neck, giving me gooseflesh. His hand slid along my waist. I looked at him. He unbuttoned my blouse and looked inside. I wasn’t wearing a bra. Using his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed my nipple. It hurt, but a good kind of hurt.

Suddenly over come with desire, I climbed astride his lap. I was facing everyone in the theatre, but they were all still watching the movie, so I started sharing mad, long lingering kisses with him as I fucked him on top, my skirt riding up past my hips, the narrow theatre chair digging into my knees, and his buttery popcorn hands on my ass.

My computer screen made that chiming noise bringing me back to reality. I blinked, realizing I wasn’t at the movies. I was at work, but something was going on between my legs. I was throbbing down there as if someone was going to make love to me right now. Scooting around in my chair, I tried to ignore it, but the message from my little love genie was loud and clear. What I needed was a cool compress on my neither regions to settle things down.

I went to the bathroom and started folding some paper towels to wet them under the cold water when Dolores came into the bathroom. She was the receptionist, and she was the most unpopular girl at work. Not only had she been written up for lack of hygiene several times, but also she was a known double dipper.

After giving my paper towels an inquisitive stare, she took the farther of the two stalls. Suddenly, big fart noises exploded in the air, followed by a stench that should only be released in the privacy of your home. I grimaced. There was no way I could take care of my personal business, not now.

Coming out of the bathroom, I was so frustrated that I was trembling. This was so unfair. Dolores was a not so nice person, and she was able to eat chocolate every day. How did I know? I saw her. I just couldn’t take the injustice any longer. I was going to do it. I was going to buy a candy bar and eat it right now.

With purpose, I strode to the vending machine in the lunchroom. I wanted it all, chocolate, caramel and nuts. It was so satisfying to hear the metal clink of the coins in the machine, watching the candy bar fall and waiting for the thud it made at the bottom. It felt even better in my hand, but by the time, I made it back to my desk, the elation faded.

I was still as horny as a kitty cat in heat. There was a war going on inside my body. I wanted two things, but I was afraid if I did both, my head might explode.

My gaze stopped on my car in the parking lot. I could have some privacy out there to make my decision. I knew it was early, but I was going to take my break now.

On my way out, Dolores eyed me like a hawk as I carried my candy bar with me.

“I thought you couldn’t have chocolate,” she said.

“It’s for my nephew,” I lied.

Inside my car, it was warmer and stuffier than I had imagined for a fall day. I put the candy bar on the dash as I put the seat back.

What did I want more? A candy bar or sex? My fingers seemed to making a decision of their own as they traveled down between my legs. I tried to masturbate on top of my pants, but the crotch was bunching up in all the wrong places. Getting a stadium blanket from the trunk, I got back inside my car and covered myself before I unzipped. Of course, I had worn granny panties.

Still, I didn’t have enough room to maneuver, so I inched down my pants. Great, now I was going to leave a big wet spot on my seat. I closed my eyes, trying to get back to the movie theatre, but being in the car was too distracting. I opened my eyes, imagining the man from my dream was standing outside the car watching me.

My eyes closed. I wanted him to reach inside and pull me out of the car. I wanted him to spin me around and push me on top of the hood, pull down my panties and put his big cock inside me. Suddenly, he was fucking me from behind, my breasts smashed on the hood, the quarter panel digging into my rib cage. It was hard to breathe. My body was jelly, pliable, giving into his every need. He slapped my ass, my skin stinging, crying out for more. Suddenly, without warning, he changed lanes. My eyes rolled back in my head.

I was coming. This wasn’t just a little twitchy orgasm. It was my entire body. I tried to grab onto something to hold onto, the blanket, the emergency brake, the dash. My fingers grazed the candy bar. With no time to unwrap it, I slid it inside me. Those nuts and ridges creating all sorts of sensations as I explored places that hadn’t been reached in a long time. My body twitched with my rising orgasm, the stadium blanket seeming to suffocate me, but I didn’t fling it off. I crammed a corner of it in my mouth to stifle my cries, and my feet jammed my brake pedal right down to the floor.

Walking back into the building, I felt a little delirious. There were was something else following me, but I wasn’t ready to acknowledge right this minute. I had one more thing to do before I went home with a headache.

Dolores gave me one of her looks.

“You’re fifteen minutes late,” she said.

I smiled at her.

“I just came back in to tell you I’m going home sick,” I said. “And here, you can have this candy bar. I won’t be seeing my nephew.”

-Tara Alton

Dancing Instructions

She laid in the bathtub, smiling, from ear to ear. “They are never ever going to believe me” she said as she rubbed her tummy, then her boobs. She looked at her watch on the counter. “Okay, lunch” and with that she stood up and drained the tub. She closed her eyes, still smiling from the morning’s event. “No, not even I can believe this one” she said aloud half laughing at what happened.
Later, at close to 12:45, she sat amongst her three other friends for lunch. They talked. They laughed. They gossiped too. Her mind, more then half the time was elsewhere- His cock in her vagina. She could still feel the orgasms. She smiled at off times. They’d look and wonder. Why is she smiling about that or what is she smiling about? None knew yet. It had been two hours ago when he left but Jillian Spain could still feel her neighbors cock inside her pussy. Michael Runnels was his name. Nice boy, she thought. Very good looking too, she told herself. What a body…from top, including his hair all the way to his feet she thought. Mmmmm, I sure will do that again…if the chance comes.
“Are you off in nowhere land Jillian?” one of them said.
“Oh…uh…no…just thinking about some…thing” she replied. Ohhh he could fuck, she thought too. Oh, he sure could…
An hour later, two of the three left leaving her best friend Marsha Collins and her. Marsha was talking when Jillian rudely interrupted her. She whispered “I got…fucked today…this morning.” At first Marsha didn’t hear her or catch on to what she’d said. “Did you hear me Marsha?” Marsha shook her head. Jillian whispered again. “I got some action…I was fucked by the nicest…well let’s just say I had sex today.”
”You had what?” Marsha exclaimed.
“You heard me- sex…I had sex with another man” and she paused and then added “a very, very…nice looking and I mean handsome as ever…young man.” Marsha looked at her with that “do-tell” look. Jillian, the almost 62 year old mother of three grown children stared back at her but with a mischievous smile on her looks. “Yes…that’s right…I had sex and you won’t ever believe with whom…either” she said to Marsha.
Marsha threw out at least nine names of guys closer in age to themselves. She was way off. “Well, let me tell you how it all began. Last week I was at this local neighborhood party. There were all these guys…very young men in fact…and me and a few others heard them talking…about some ball, some dance they were going to. It is a formal many of them were invited to but none of them knew how to dance in that elegant manner and were looking for a way to learn. I thought about it thinking I know all that stuff, but I wasn’t going to throw my hand up and say ‘I could teach you. I know how to dance like that.’ I mean no guy wants to dance with a woman like me, right?”
Marsha said why wouldn’t they? Jillian, like Marsha, still had a fantastic figure. She was still extremely young looking…say 10 to 15 years younger looking then she looked. And her frame was still relatively tight and curvy at 62.
They laughed and then Marsha told Jillian to tell her how it all happened. Jillian did. “It all started out truly innocent. He came in, we talked, I discussed the basics of this type of dancing, and from there I turned on the music. We sat, next to one another, I thought this is weird…he smells great, which he did, I knew I smelled great too because of what I put on that morning, and we listened, quietly, to the music he’d be dancing too. We sat close to one another on the couch. It felt great to sit next to a man, again, I told myself. I didn’t say anything to him, but I thought those thoughts.”
The two smiled as Marsha listened. “Then it was time…to dance. I stood up. I took his hand. I smiled at him. He smile back and showed him how to dance with a lady. This hand here in the air and the other hand ‘politely’ against her back.” Marsha nodded. “As the music played we ‘kept our distances’ from one another. I watched his eyes, he stared at mine. I didn’t know what he was thinking but I thought ‘Hey, he’s doing okay.’” Jillian laughed a small laugh at this point. “I told him to listen to the music…to feel it…feel its tempo, its warmth…just listen to how it…sends messages, I said. And he did. He actually listened to its rhythm and what its message was to the person listening, and dancing to it.”
Jillian became serious faced when she looked at Marsha. Marsha asked what was wrong. “He loved the music as it played on and on. It was rather a romantic piece actually and as we danced, hand in hand, and his other hand behind me, I felt his other hand…moving a little, over my lower back. At first, it was kind of cute, but he was getting attuned to it very quickly. We settled down and he was moving with me, adjusting very quickly. I said something to him, quietly, and he asked that I just quiet down and listen to the intimacy of the music. He said it was great music…as his hand continued moving, slowly, up and down my lower back. I liked how he caressed my lower back and let him play it out for some reason. My eyes eventually closed as I let him take over and lead.” And then she, in front of Marsha said “Mmmmmm.”
“What…what?” Marsha said.
“Well, it got stranger in a neat sort of way.” She paused as she recalled the events. “His hand, his other hand, on my back, did something…weird…actually wild, I thought. Before I knew it, his hand, slithered down to my…to my buttocks…and I let it remain there too. Can you believe that Marsha? This kid, a 22 or 23 year old started to come on to me. He…actually was…coming on…to me, Marsha…or so I thought he might be.”
“Noooo way” Marsha said.
Jillian looked into Marsha’s eyes and nodded yes, but with smile on her lips too. “I found myself liking it…a lot too. Before I knew it, we were against one another’s bodies. It was not only fascinating but it was…it was…ooohh Marsha…it was moving as…as hell. I felt him, against me, pulling at me with his hands. His body, it felt tighter against me then I can ever recall too. But even weirder then that…I found myself wanting more…more and I found myself pulling back at him, wanting to feel his…manhood, his body all over me.”
They looked at one another with amazement. “I do not know how the rest started but somehow…god only knows…somehow…we were getting into it all. He dropped my hand and pulled me against him. His arms, his hands were fully around me, dancing a slow dance with me as the music played.” She paused and thought about it. “God, he was exciting and wonderful and romantic as hell Marsha. Before I knew it he and I were staring into one another’s eyes as the music kept on. He held me close and get this…I started having those…feelings.” Her voice got a little louder for a moment. “OH GOD, MARSHA…MARSHA…” and then it lowered again “I was…horny. He had me feeling like I was…horny. Do you have any idea at all how long it’s been since I’ve felt…horny like that? Do you…do you Marsha?”
Marsha had no idea but knew she’d love to meet this guy and wanted to ask Jillian the guy’s name. Marsha smiled and giggled too at the thought. “Before either of us knew it, this guy’s hands were all over me, and not in your typical manner. He rubbed my back and my ass, of course, but before I knew it, his hands were beginning to crawl around to the front of me as he gazed steadily into my eyes.” She looked at Marsha deeply. “He looked at me as his hands rubbed, first my tummy, and then I let him caress soon…rub my tits. I can’t believe I did that, but” and she became suddenly louder “IT FELT INCREDIBLY…SUPERB” she said to Marsha. Marsha now was horny as hell too just listening to the story Jillian was telling her. A grand smile settled on Jillian’s face. “Before I knew it, I was letting him feel me…all over” and then she let her eyes direct Marsha’s eyes down at her pussy. Jillian smiled and nodded. “Yes, down there for one… against my dress…and do you know what…I put my hand against his. I pressed down on it harder… I mean against my vagina.” She looked at her friend and said “I so wanted something to occur this morning at that point and it did too.”
“IT REALLY HAPPENED?” Marsha said loud enough for the area around them to hear.
“Oh my god…yes…it did. Before I knew it we were dancing close and I mean very close as his hand began pulling up my dress. I let him…I REALLY LET HIM TOO.” She paused and looked around. Let’s pay and get out of here. Let me tell you the rest of it.” They paid and tipped and walked down the street. Seeing as it was a nice day, they took a walk around town. “He was rubbing me around the vagina. I was letting him. He rubbed my ass. I let him do that too. And all of a sudden, the young man was rubbing my breasts and I couldn’t…I couldn’t and didn’t stop him from doing it either. I didn’t want to. To feel him, to feel that…something I haven’t felt in” and she took a deep breath and said “in god…almost a decade since Richard died, I could not stop that from happening. He felt my body all over and my clothes were still on. I wanted them off as soon as possible if anything was going to happen.”
She looked out into no where as they walked remaining silent for a moment. Then she started telling the rest of the story. “I was so aroused by that point I took his hands and placed them against my tits. I kept them there as I looked, happily, into his eyes, and I pressed them harder then ever to emphasize to him I wanted him. I wanted this to happen. Before long he was rubbing and squeezing my boobs while we danced and listened to the music.” She felt his presence as they walked as if they were doing it again.
She was horny, again, but happy too. “Before long, I felt his hands grabbing at my dress, and I wanted it removed so I did it for him. He didn’t stop me either. I wore this long slip, for some reason underneath, but when the dress finally came off…his eyes seemed to light up once he saw me in it. For whatever reason…I knew I had won this one over and I knew I had the young man for the morning.” Jillian smiled brilliantly.
“I undid his shirt and pulled it off him. I started feeling his chest and then started kissing it too…as well as his shoulders, and get this… I even kissed and rubbed his stomach and he let me. Can you believe that? He let me do all these things to his upper body.” She paused and went on to say “I so wanted him. I so wanted him... I could feel this…hunger for him inside me. I was feeling him and his…his flesh with my own hands and fingers, and I was tasting his upper body with my…tongue. I was standing there…and I was kissing this guy’s chest and all. Ohhhhhhhhhhh, god Marsha…I so wanted sex with this young, sweet man and my body…me…my whole being was saying…get this ‘do it…fuck him…fuck him all over’ or something like that.” She paused again. “But here he is. He kept caressing me and before I knew it he turned around so that my back and his front were against one another and we swayed back and forth as he held me close and tight and he was shirtless and I was in my slip…to that music we danced too. His arms” and she closed her eyes “were around me. He was…get this…holding me against his body, firmly, and we snuggled like that for a few minutes. It felt great. It felt awesome as ever Marsha. But before I knew it, he was raising my slip up…over my head.”
They continued to walk. “His arms held me closely as we danced. He was a gentleman Marsha…a real gentleman…and also one great lover. He felt my body all over. He was astonishing, I thought, how he played with my body as we danced back and forth. He was…incredible. Everything about this morning was remarkable. I mean before I knew it, somehow, our clothes came off, except of course my underwear and bra and his cute tight and I mean tight boxers.” She stopped and turned and looked at Marsha. “I took one look at what was inside those boxers” and her eyes grew wider “and I knew” nodding her head “this young man had some ‘tools’ Marsha. He…had…one…hell of a…tool inside there.”
“Was it…big like you said it was?” Marsha asked.
Jillian nodded. “And once I felt it…and yes, I put my hands inside his underwear…I think my eyes were closed. Yes, they were closed. I put my hand inside his boxers, then my fingers around his, oh I don’t know, this…this monster of a penis” and she paused and emphasized the words “OH MY LORD MARSHA…he has one big…he has one big load of a penis! Should I use that word? His…dick, or cock, for something that big… Oh I don’t mean that it was humongous, but it had…length and it had thickness and I played with it too. He let me. I was…ohhh Marsha…I played with it and I played with it and he loved it too. He never thought a woman, my age, knew how to do that sort of thing I think but as I did it, I smiled up into his eyes as if I was very experienced at it. What woman isn’t?” Both smiled at her words. “Finally, I pulled his boxers down, and off him too, and I looked at it and at him…and well you know…I got down on my knees, Marsha and I...”
They looked at one another as Jillian prepared to tell her “I put my lips on it. I really did.” She thought back to the morning hours as she went on to say “I licked his dick Marsha. I actually licked and put his dick into my mouth.” She paused, thinking about it then said “It was…incredible to feel it inside my mouth and when I licked it…when I licked his cock…ohhhhhhh Marsha…Marsha…I got him hard as ever. I got it very, very erect.” She smiled once she said it thinking of that moment.
“He absolutely loved it. He never once stopped me except when I asked that he lick out my uhhh…pussy, which he did without question. Our clothes now were completely off once he spread me out on the bed. He spread out my legs and… Yes, I know, you think about vaginal hair…well lately…get this…I’d been shaving-”
“You…shave?” Marsha said interrupting her. Jillian shrugged saying yes. “At 62 you shave, really?” Jillian nodded again with a smile.
She went on with her story. “He is…good Marsha…really good too. He made me easily begin to cum as he played with my clitoris and as he fingered it too. Ohhhhhhh…when he fingered me down there…when he played with…my clit…ohhhhhhh it was…it was…it was so astounding…just utterly astounding. I felt his tongue and fingers…instantly. I wanted so much more. My body did things to me internally I never ever felt it do to me before. Oh god…it’s like I can feel him down there…now, almost” she said.
“He went on and sucked my boobs as he fingered me too. He squeezed them. He made love to my body all over. How he did things…how he…ohhh how he…fucked my…pussy…ohhhhhhh god how he fucked me, Marsha” she said. “Somehow his cock went up inside and I don’t even remember when it did, but when it did let it stay in me.”
She stopped and looked at Marsha with a committed look on her face. “He fucked me all over…I mean from the side, from behind, from the front, and I even…I even sat on top of his body… My boobs, they bounced…can you picture that…my boobs, they bounced when we fucked like that- him lying down and me on top of him?”
Marsha was horny as ever wishing she was as lucky like Jillian was. She wanted what Jillian had. She wanted it badly too. Jillian continued. “I mean picture yourself on a guy. A young guy too and he’s doing you…fucking you from every position possible. And get this…he’s doing, playing with your breasts at the very same time. Also, I’d be holding his hands as they played with my tits.”
At that moment, Jillian almost put a hand to her own boob as she recalled the moment. “But feeling…that cock inside me was…ohhhhhhh god…god…there aren’t enough words to describe it at all.” Jillian closed her eyes for a moment. “I felt so alive having that time with him as my sexual partner, so to speak. He fucked me like a real man should and he fucked me with the greatest respect I thought. He fucked me for a long time and he fucked me hard too, I think. And get this…I came three times, if you can believe that?”
“Ohhh god Jillian… I want a man like him. I soooo want that man…I don’t care how young he is….I really don’t care…I’d have sex with him” Marsha said.
“I so want him to do it again too Marsha” Jillian came back. “I mean he did me, an older woman and-”
“You are not an old woman and you surely don’t look it either” Marsha said cutting her off. “I can attest to that.”
“Yes, I suppose so now that you say that. I mean…he did fuck me didn’t he?”
“Yes he did…you lucky goat you” Marsha said. They laughed a long laugh.
“OH…OH MY…god… It’s him…there…over there…there” Jillian said as she pointed towards him, wondering what to do next.
He saw her and smiled and waved. He turned and headed in their direction. Both ladies grew excited as the young and very handsome man smiled as he headed towards them. As casually as anyone saying hi to another person he said “Hi Jillian…thanks for that dance lesson this morning. It’s going to be real helpful I think.” The three of them smiled at one another as his eyes meandered over Marsha’ mature figure. “And you are?” asking Jillian for an introduction.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” and Jillian introduced the two of them. “Marsha, he is the young man who I mentioned wanted that dance lesson. He’s a very good student” Jillian said as she and Michael Runnels gazed upon one another knowing their little secret.
“Oh and I have to get myself some more singing lessons too, and soon” Michael said.
“Singing, really…you sing do you?” Marsha asked. Michael said yes, sort of, as a hand hit Marsha’s body, at least twice. “I was quite the singer in my day…maybe I can help you with that…I mean…that’s if you want some help with your singing and all” Marsha told him.
His eyes ambled over her body, again. He’d been smiling and looked into her eyes. “Oh sure of course I would. I’d love that…I mean if it’s not too much bother of course” and with that Marsha gave Michael her phone number hoping for the same things to happen to her that happened with Jillian. He said he’d call her and thanked her again, as well as Jillian, and then he walked away.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh my gosh Jillian…am I going to get as lucky as you were?”
“I don’t know but if his hands do what they did to me, for me…you’re in for a wonderful and I mean wonderful treat Marsha” Jillian replied.
They laughed all the way back to their cars and said goodbye…and good luck too.

-StonyPoint

Pleasure

We had been going out for about 3 months, when we decided to go up North for a day to go to the wedding of one of her friends. The wedding and following festivities ran longer than we anticipated, and the day was getting late. We decided to spend the night and return home the following morning.

After checking in at the motel we decided to take showers, and then go get something too eat at the nearby restaurant. We had not been to bed together yet, but Berta invited me to take a shower with her. By the time I got out of my clothes I was already horny, and my cock was beginning too get hard. When I stepped into the shower I saw she had already began soaping herself. She asked me to soap her back and handed me a wash cloth and the soap. As she turned around I moved closer and began to soap her back. My cock had grown hard by now, and as I soaped her back I began to run my cock up and down her ass. As I did, I reached around to her ample tits and began to run my soapy hands all over them. She began to moan quietly and began to move her ass as I continued to rub my cock all over it. After a while she turned to face me, grabbed my cock in her hand, and began to jerk me off as I slid my finger in her pussy. After 5 minutes or so, we decided to move from the bathroom too the bed to continue what we had started.

Once in bed she went down over my cock and began to kiss my balls and run her tongue all over my cock. After a few minutes she took my cock in her mouth and began to work on it with a tongue that felt like heaven. By now I was wanting to taste her pussy so bad I could hardly stand it, and told her I wanted to eat her pussy. She said not now, that she wanted to suck me until I came and continued to kiss, lick and suck on my cock. It took me only 3 or 4 minutes until I exploded in her mouth with the biggest cum shot of my life. Then she told me I could eat her pussy if I wanted. I couldn't wait to spread her legs, if I wanted. I pull her legs up with my hands and begin to lick and suck that beautiful pussy. It tasted wonderful and I could not stop licking and sucking it. Sometime during the pussy eating e dropped one hand down and stuck my finger up her waiting asshole. After a while I stopped licking and sucking that beautiful pussy, turned her over and began to kiss and lick that beautiful ass. Somewhere along the way she came hard, and I could feel her body jerk with pleasure.

I was so hard by now that my cock throbbed, and I wanted to shove it as far up her pussy as I could get it. She rolled over on top, mounted me, and began to slide her pussy up and down my cock. When I finally came it was harder and with more cum juice than previously. She rolled over on her back and we lay there, both spent from the last hour or so.

After about 10 minutes she said she wanted to suck my cock again, and once again dropped down over me and began to give me pleasure once again.

This was only the first time, there have been many times since, and each time I can never get enough of her wonderful mouth, and her ability to make me feel like there is nothing that feels better in this world.

-Anonymous

The Hideout

It was nearly midnight as I plodded through the woods next to the old paper mill off of Highway 59. I had sneaked out of my house through the window in my room just an hour before. This is the place where I always went to calm myself and think. 

I was walking down the path that my feet had eventually worn into the foliage on the ground. I could smell the pine as if that smell were intended just for me. All that my eye could see in all directions was the huge pine trees generously spaced throughout the forest and shrouded in darkness. The ground was cluttered with pine needles and the sky with stars.
 

I reached the clearing where I had erected a crude hut just six months ago. As I approached, I noticed that the plank that I used as a door was slightly cracked. I circled around to the other side toward the window as quietly as I could, fearing that some pot heads had found my retreat. I approached the window and peered inside.
 

I was caught totally off guard by what I saw. There was a girl of about eighteen years old lying on the mattress that I had stolen. Her clothes were scattered around the room randomly, and she was lying with her eyes open staring right at me. She was quite attractive with short brown hair and deep brown eyes. Her face had no visible flaws and her lips were thin and wet.
 

I noticed to my surprise that I was not embarrassed or frightened, but fascinated with her perfect hips and firm breasts. As she sat up slowly, and not out of surprise or fear, but curiosity, I noticed that I had become very erect.
 

She said to me in a perfectly comfortable voice, "Come in."
 

So, I obviously went around to the front and walked through the door. She was sitting on the bed with her thighs slightly parted, but not quite open enough for me. She stood up and walked over to me. She led me over to the bed and began to take off my button down shirt. I could feel the blood pumping through my very hard genital and I went into a daze.
 

She removed my shirt and went straight for the button of my pants. As she was unbuttoning them, I kicked off my shoes to avoid confusion. Then she unzipped my zipper and sat me down on the bed. She pulled my jeans off and cast them aside. My erection was creating a rather large bulge in my underwear. She reached for them and began pulling them off. As she got them past my penis, I felt the cool air caressing it and I longed to put it in her warm wet mouth.
 

She dropped my underwear on the floor and cupped my penis in her hand. A shiver ran up my spine as the touch of her cool fingers penetrated my awareness. She bent down and I noticed her extremely luscious hips. She put her tongue on the tip of my penis and I thought that I was going to yell out.
 

She slowly encased the tip of it in her mouth, encircling it with her lips. Her lips slid down it as her tongue pressed against me. She moved up and down, sucking firmly, and I felt the wetness of her saliva and the warmness of her tongue together. It was almost painful because the pleasure was so intense.
 

She continued slowly but smoothly for a minute or two with my hands running through her hair and my head thrown back into a position of ecstasy. Then she lifted her head off of my penis, cupping it in her hand again, and she kissed me square on the lips. I opened mine as she opened hers, but our tongues did not meet at first. I felt the wetness of her lips that had just been on my lower body now on my lips.
 

She kissed me like no other girl ever had. She closed and opened her mouth at just the right times, and she rubbed my penis at the same time. Then, as I opened my mouth again, our tongues met for a fleeting moment and withdrew. I extended my tongue again and she caressed it with hers. Our tongues did a bizarre dance together while she stroked my penis to the rhythm of our kiss.
 

My hands slid down her side as she rolled over on hers. I slid them around her legs to her inner thighs. She opened her legs and I caressed her pubic area with my fingers, making sure that I did not touch the clitoris. The urge to ram my fingers into her was very strong but I held off and just messaged her inner thighs with my fingers.
 

She was pulling on my penis faster now and her kisses were more intense. With no hint at all, I let my index finger slide over her lubricated clit. She gripped my back with her free hand and let out a slight moan. I messaged her clitoris, rubbing my finger up one side, down the other, up the center, and so on. She was pulling on my penis so fast now that I had to purposely concentrate on not having an orgasm.
 

I removed my hand and she removed hers as I slid down the bed to kiss her. I gripped her hips with my hands and began to lick her thighs right next to her opening. I licked in a semicircle just above her clit to the other side and then down her thigh. I then concentrated on teasing her clit, not quite touching it with my tongue.
 

She was running her hands through my hair and gripping my head firmly. She cried out in a soft but desperate voice, "Please!"
 

I would not give in. I caressed her labia with my tongue, but I did not touch her clit. Finally, as her grip on my head tightened, I went strait up her clit with my tongue. She let out a satisfied whimper as I began tonguing it. I licked with a firm tongue up one side, down the other, and up and down the middle. I formed patterns of the alphabet with my tongue.
 

Finally, after the taste of the juices had saturated my awareness for a while, I lifted my head up and returned to my position on top of her. I leaned on one arm and help my penis with the other. I guided it to her opening and touched it to her, being sure to miss the clit again. I used it to rub her and make her wish that I was in her. She was whispering, "Now... Now..." and I put it into her, but only about half an inch. I moved very slowly up and down, but only fractions of an inch.
 

She panted in a demanding voice, "Enter me, please! Please!" After a little more teasing, I quickly thrust and entered her. Her cavity was warm and slippery as I moved my hips up and down, meeting with her gyrating hips. I had to concentrate again on not reaching climax until I finally felt her hands grip my back, her thrusts speed up, her breath being held, and the muscles inside of her contracting on my penis. I finally released myself and I felt the come rushing out of me in almost violent pumps.
 

As we were both climaxing, I gripped her back so tightly that she let out a small yelp, and I felt her fingernails drawing blood from my back.
 

Then the tension was released from my body in a rush and I collapsed on the bed next to her. She collapsed also and we slept that night, arm in arm.

-Anonymous

Morning Sex

As Beth walked into the room, she set her things down, and took off her dress, placing it on the back of the chair and took off her dress, careful not to wake Phillip. She was only wearing her bra and stockings now as she got down beside him on the floor.

Cautiously and slowly, Beth pulled back the sheets that were covering him, looking at him and taking in the moment. She was hoping he would sleep long enough to do what she wanted and was delighted to see that he was sleeping in the buff and that he was totally erect. His cock was so appealing. It is not often that she saw it this way, because they were both usually sleeping at the same time, but not this time. Beth just looked at him thinking of the many ways she could explore his sexy, muscular body.

She changed her position, trying to see the head of his cock realizing how bad she wanted to lick it and taste it. She found her self swallowing, aware now that she was getting very aroused. Beth leaned over him, staying close, her mouth inches from him.

Her eyes move up to his face, seeing no signs of him waking. Now she thought to herself how she'd love to run her fingers and mouth up and down his shaft, how she'd just love to straddle herself on top of him and grind his hard cock till it hits her g-spot. She takes hold of Phillip's hard rod, feels how thick it is and finally starts to lick it. She flicks her tongue back and forth on the tip of his head, tasting the precum as it leaks out. Beth then closes her eyes, aroused at the thought of everything he does to her, for her and with her to please her and make her feel so good then she takes her tongue and proceeds down the long, hard, shaven shaft moaning in pleasure with every stroke.

She lets her hand enclose the shaft at its base stroking him. Beth opens her eyes to see that Phillip has awoke and his eyes gazed down at hers with fire in them and knowing there is no one more suited for her passions or life then him.

Climbing onto the bed, she crouches down between his thighs, her hands on both sides of his legs to support the weight of her upper body. At this point only her mouth has contact on him, continuing to stroke his shaft in her hands as she goes down on him.

Her lips form a tight seal around him, thinking how his hard cock would feel in her tight ass, and how it would feel to have him thrust repeatedly inside her, and how hard she would get off while he is fucking her.

She lifted a hand, pushing her hair back to let him see as she licked his cock with so much pleasure, kissed the head, and then rotated her tongue around the tip, letting her mouth slide slowly down Phillip's shaft. Beth moaned as she continued alternating fast and slow, loosely then tight.

She couldn't help but to place her free hand down the front of her body and slide a finger inside and finger fuck herself. Her pussy was so wet and the friction of her finger almost drove her over the edge. She came on her finger and paused her sucking motion on his shaft as she moaned in ecstasy. Beth moved her hand down and wipes some moisture over her ass, prepping it for what is about to come.

Meanwhile, Phillip moved his hand around to her ass and started to rub her back hole. He rested his fingers there relaxing her before sliding his finger into her tight, perky ass. Her moans grew louder and her eyes widened as he increased the pressure and added another finger.

He told her to get on all fours as he positioned himself behind her. He slid his cock ever so gently into her ass and she took every inch of it deep inside her. Her grunts of pleasure built up inside him. Moving in and out, thrusting and twisting pushed him close to the edge. She could feel every inch of his cock throbbing inside her ass.

Bent over, Phillip pulled her hair and spanked her ass occasionally as Beth grabbed the pillow in front of her to muffle a scream as she came. Phillip wanted to cum but held back, although it was very hard. It felt so good, fucking her in the ass and he did not want to stop. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations he was giving her and how this had all started with him sleeping. He slowly hesitated, careful not to release his load inside her yet. He wanted that moment to last but the urge was building too good and too fast. He let out a soft grunt as he exploded into her. His hot, sticky cum shooting deep inside her ass. He stayed there for a minute, catching his breath and taking in the moment before pulling out.

He leaned over and kissed her and told her how much of an erotic turn-on it was for her to wake him up like this.

-Anonymous

Summer's End

It was one of those unseasonably warm days in late September that make you recollect how great summer was and warn you that soon enough this will all be over for a while. It was a Thursday, usually a slow day at work and for some reason a day off for my wife. As I lay in bed after shutting off the alarm I listened to the birds through the open window and decided I just didn’t need to spend my day sitting in meetings and chasing emails. This would be a day to play hooky and soak up the last rays of summer sun.

I nudged Emily beside me, and she stirred and pulled the sheets tighter around her body. She always looks good in the morning, and I thought about waking her up and trying to persuade her to fool around—but she doesn’t get too many weekdays off, and she’s like a cat for sleeping. I put my arm over her and spooned myself against her back, hoping (well, a little) that my growing erection would be enough to get her attention. With my hand resting nearly on her breast, it was all I could do not to move my fingertips down onto her nipple and, with a few gentle flicks, wake her for some morning lovemaking. I stayed there for a while, feeling the warmth of her skin through her nightgown against my body and resisting all the temptations there — her nipple so near, the warm, inviting crevice at the convergence of her thighs and her buttocks. Sunlight from the window dappled her shoulder and her hair as it entered and then filled the room. Gently I took my hand away and rolled as softly as I could to the side of the bed. I stood and walked, my erection slowly subsiding, to the bathroom. I even thought about masturbating in the shower, but with my beautiful, tired Em just a few feet away, the idea somehow felt disloyal, and I made myself think of other things.

There’s a tiny lake about forty miles from the town where we live, and on the south end of it there is a little sandy spot where we’ve gone for picnics and just to be alone. It’s usually pretty quiet, not crowded, although we’ve seldom had the place all to ourselves. On a couple of occasions we’ve even been able to go skinny dipping in the daytime and even make love on the shore. We’ve both found it pretty exciting, in part because of the chance of being caught. We know from the litter in the area where we park the car that the place must be a high school lovers’ lane at night, and usually the other people we find there are couples like us, with an occasional fisherman or someone launching or retrieving a canoe. Once we accidentally surprised an older couple in the throes of passion in a fiberglass canoe that had drifted a little closer to the shore than they had thought. The man was embarrassed and paddled away at outboard speed, but I’ll never forget the look on the woman’s face—she took her time putting on her flannel shirt, no bra, and she looked straight at us with a Mona Lisa smile. Just that look, completely content and completely open, had turned me on, and I think I could tell from Em’s breathing that she was kind of excited, too. We hadn’t stayed at the spot for very long afterward, and Em had surprised me by wanting to go down on me in the car on the trip back, something she had otherwise done—not that often, but each time a memorable occasion — only at night.

When Em woke up an hour later, I suggested that maybe we could go to the lake. It wasn’t yet hunting season, and in truth I had been fantasizing about having the place to ourselves, taking along a bottle of wine, and having some time to lie naked in the sun and make love on a blanket on this beautiful day. She didn’t have to be persuaded, and so she zoomed through her day-off routine — drinking the good coffee I got at the little café that had opened up a few months ago and doing some tidying up around the apartment; this seemed like dilly-dallying to me, and it made me crazy but put her mind at ease. Packing a tote bag with an old blanket, a bottle of Beaujolais nouveau, a couple of plastic glasses, some sunscreen, and a couple of towels (I thought it might be too cold to swim, but Emily was sure I was wrong), we hopped into the car and set out. Along the way we stopped at a little deli and picked up some sandwiches and chips and a corkscrew — something I was always forgetting; we must a have a half dozen of them at home from similar adventures.

When we reached the spot, we were disappointed to see we weren’t going to be alone. A little blue Miata was already parked under the trees, and we spotted a couple who had already claimed one of our favorite spots, near the end of the clear, sandy spot right at the water’s edge. We briefly discussed going somewhere else, but neither of us really had any ideas, and, anyhow, a day at the lake was a good day even if we had to keep our clothes on and save the lovemaking for home.

As we walked down toward the water we could see that the people were two women, one in a plain blue two-piece bathing suit that looked like something a real swimmer might wear and the other in a white one-piece with some kind of design and, I couldn’t help noticing, cut way, way up on the hip. Both women were attractive, but not kids, in good shape and obviously used to spending time outside. They gave us big smiles as we walked past them, and we exchanged the usual sort of pleasantries about the beautiful weather and how nice it was to be able to get away from it all.

We found a sunny spot about fifty feet way from them and put down our blanket. By now it was past eleven, and the sun was high in the sky, so we stripped down to our bathing suits and lay out, baking in the warmth and feeling the sun’s rays burning away the rough edges of reality and taking us into a timeless space that’s just about the dazzling light; it’s like being high. Em and I held hands on the blanket and felt the presence of each other’s bodies and smelled the smell of our skin warming in the sunshine. We didn’t bother with sunscreen, although I noticed our neighbors had decided to put on lotion.

Maybe it’s a guy thing, but I always get a little turned on when I watch women do this for each another. There’s something so intimate about their touching and their familiarity with their own flesh, and when their hands trail so close by their erogenous zones—the backs of their knees and thighs, the tops and sides of their breasts, that I find myself imagining that they must feel a little tingle of excitement. I turned my head to watch the slow, careful motions with which they anointed each other, and I couldn’t help thinking that White Bathing Suit’s fingers seemed to linger an extra long time on the sensitive parts of her friend’s body as she did her work.

I could feel a stirring in my own body, and I must have taken a quicker breath than usual, because Em turned her head to see what I was looking at and then brushed her hand against my bathing suit—not quickly enough to have been a pure accident—as she sat up and suggested we eat our sandwiches and open the wine. I could tell from the flush on her cheeks that the sun was doing its work on her psyche, too, and even if she hadn’t been turned on by the women’s activities, she was drifting into a place where erotic thoughts were entering her mind. We had known each other too long and too well to be shy about these things—and after all, wasn’t that part of the reason we had come out here?

We finished our sandwiches and sipped the wine — enough for a bit of a buzz, just enough to make us a little dreamy and less aware of the warmth and, I could tell, of the inhibiting effect of our neighbors. At one point, when both of our glasses were empty, Em reached over, put her hand around my neck, and drew me toward her for a long, intense open-mouthed kiss, wet and probing, that had me really excited in almost no time flat. Opening my eyes to see where it would safe to lie down without spilling or squashing something, I could just see past Emily’s ear and the sunlit halo of her hair that our neighbors were watching us frankly, smiling and making little comments to each other that I couldn’t hear but at whose content I could easily guess. At that point I didn’t much care, although I was embarrassed enough to try to slow Em down a bit and suggest that maybe we should put on some sunscreen before we got so distracted that we fried ourselves.

Emily agreed, and so we both sat there for a few minutes slathering our faces, ears, and arms with the coconut-scented cream, looking to our neighbors, I imagined, liked a pair of fussing monkeys. At last, however, Em told me to lie down on my stomach while she put sunscreen on my shoulders and my back, working slowing down toward my waist and slipping her fingertips inside the wasteband of my bathing suit to make sure that I wouldn’t get burned. She leaned over my back with her knees just in front of my head and the tight vee at the front of her yellow bikini bottom just inches from my head, and I could feel first just the tips of her breasts in her bathing suit and then their soft fullness as she leaned down my body, massaging the cream into my skin. Before I could even let out the little groan of pleasure that I felt working its way out of me, she scrambled around so that she was kneeling at my feet and rubbing sunscreen into the backs of my legs — working her way very, very slowly up my thighs and not neglecting the inner part, obviously amusing herself by touching me in such a tantalizing way and watching me wriggle to spread my legs apart just a bit so as to invite her warm hands to venture inside the leg opening of my suit and touch me where I was desperately wanting to be touched.

I let her take her time until she commanded me to roll onto my back, and she performed the same, slow routine on my front side. By this time I was fully erect and feeling very, very excited, not in the least because I knew this little exercise could go on for a long time, making both of us incredibly hot even if we couldn’t exactly “do” anything about it with the two women so close to us. As I turned over I glanced their way and saw that they seemed to be deep in their own conversation, not really looking at us, although our state of erotic arousal would have been hard to miss: two people don’t spend that much time touching each other without there being some powerful sexual energy given off.

By the time Em finished applying the sunscreen to my legs, by stomach—with her fingertips just swishing across my cock as she made sure my lower abdomen wasn’t going to get burned, and then up and across my chest, not ignoring my nipples, I was so aroused that I knew my breathing had gone funny—and so had Em’s. I could tell that she was as turned on as I was, and I could scarcely stop myself from just unsnapping the front of her bathing suit top when it was finally my turn to lather her. I made my work last, too, and I took real pleasure from feeling her breathing intensify and from seeing the swell of her nipples against the top of her suit and even imagining that her mons veneris, too, was becoming more full with excitement as I rubbed on the cream, then trailed my finger tips across every part of her flesh, making sure that my fingertips, too, strayed ever so quickly and ever so gently inside her bathing suit, into the warmth of vulva as she lay on her back, then, after she had rolled over, onto the aureolae of her breasts and even into the gentle divide in which her clitoris was swelling—I knew because in the instant my hand flitted across this sensitive spot she raised her hips to press herself against my hand — and I slowed for just a moment and acknowledged her urgency by lightly pushing back.

All the while I would glance at the neighboring women, on the one hand hoping they weren’t completely aware of what we were doing but at the same time a little excited by their presence. They, too, glanced our way a couple of times and quickly turned away when they caught my eyes on them. I guess they decided that they should recoat themselves with sunscreen, and just as I was finishing with Em—just one last smooth pass of my hand over the tops of her breasts — they started to re-do their each other’s shoulders and backs. I lay down next to Em, both of us practically panting with excitement but knowing that for the moment there could be no release. Em mumbled something about the car ride, and maybe we should be leaving soon. I’m not really sure either of us could have waited to get home before jumping on each other’s bodies and finding the quickest path to the ecstasy we could provide for each other.

We lay on our backs in the hot sun, hip to hip and holding each other’s hands, which rested on her hipbone just above her bikini bottom. My hand kept trying to crawl toward the center of her body and downward, the resisting pressure from her hand feeling half-hearted even though I knew she was right to stop me; it was clear she didn’t really want for that to happen.

I rolled on my side and propped myself on one elbow. I thought in this position I could casually throw my other hand across Em’s body and at least have the satisfaction of holding myself more closely against her body, letting our excitement mingle just through the contact of my flesh with hers and knowing that my erect penis would at least be pushed tight against Em; that would at least be something.

I happened to raise my eyes in the direction of the nearby women. The woman in the white bathing suit, whose dark hair I could see was flecked with silver that glowed in the sunlight, was propped up on her own elbow, facing me across the body of her friend. She had draped her other arm across the top of her companion’s blue bathing suit, and from where I lay it looked as though she had slipped the tips of her fingers just under the clingy material.

She may have been moving her hand, or it may have been my overexcited imagination, but it seemed to me that she was gently massaging the breast under her hand, arching her knuckles now and then as she drew her fingertips together to stroke the nipple. At this point my own hand, moving without any will of my own, moved slowly to Em’s breast, and slowly I insinuated my own fingers under the fabric of her bathing suit until I was covering her entire breast with my hand. I began to stroke the soft, warm skin as slowly and subtly as I could, and I felt the swelling of the flesh and felt her nipple rising and hardening under my fingertips.

As I moved my hand slowly, trying to show as little motion as I could, I looked across the sand and found myself staring into the eyes of my neighbor. For once I didn’t lower my own eyes quickly, instead meeting her gaze directly and trying to contain the trembling that suddenly overcame me, either from embarrassment at my own nerve or from the fact that I was as excited as I had even been—and in front of an audience. I continued gently to trail move my hand over Em’s breast, pulling my palm away so that just the soft pads at the ends of my fingers trailed over the contours of her body—making her arch her shoulder blades to bring herself closer to my touch. Across the sand, I watched my watcher intensify the motions of her own hand; she appeared to be kneading her partner’s breast and then drawing just a couple of fingers together to softly but firmly tweak the nipple. Even though I couldn’t really see this level of detail, in my mind’s eye I felt it and mirrored the motions with my own fingers, listening to Em’s excited murmur and seeing the little twitches in the muscles of her stomach that showed me her growing level of excitement. For several minutes I just continued the action, watching the woman and doing just what I imagined her to be doing as she brought her companion to a level of excitement I could see by the way she shifted her legs, as if unable to find a comfortable position.

After a while the woman lifted her chin up sharply, as if to ask me some silent question, and she pulled her hand out of the blue bathing suit top and moved it in slow, soft movements toward the bottom. She seemed to be enjoying doing this in random and flitting twirls of her fingers and then her palm, tracing a couple of circles around the navel and then splaying her whole hand flat and gliding, middle finger first, inside the suit bottom and toward the center of her partner’s desire. As I watched this one-handed ballet, choreographed like an Agnes DeMille dream, I followed the movements as closely as I could with my own hand, touching Em’s body just softly enough to feel the infinitely fine down on her stomach and then, once my fingers had entered her suit bottom, the soft silkiness of her pubic hair. By now her own legs were shifting and beginning to open, and I sensed her moving ever so slightly upward to meet me, so that my fingers now found themselves in that soft, creased mound just above her clitoris and then, finally, into the wet vale of her labia and the insistent little bump of the clitoris itself, hooded and dripping with excitement as I gently massaged it with my finger.

My neighbor was giving the same attention to her partner, I could tell, although she never took her eyes away from mine. Her mouth had opened to a small oval, and I imagined her breathing excitedly as her own excitement grew in response to her friend’s mounting fervor as well as to whatever she was feeling from watching us. I could see her whole hand moving under the bathing suit, and I knew that she was alternately entering her friend with her fingers and then flicking the clit with a fingertip. After a few minutes of this, a motion I eagerly mimicked with my hand on Em, she settled into what must have been a gentle but rapid stroking in a single spot, and I watched the shadow’s on the supine woman’s abdomen play as her abdominal muscles began to contract. Em, I knew, was already close to climax, and I was aware that her breath had a warm, pepperminty smell that I associated in her with a condition of extreme excitement. The watcher’s expression intensified, and I realized that she might have been trying to match her motions with mine, to gauge Em’s level of excitement across the beach to that of her friend. Em was moaning, inaudibly except to me I thought, and her legs now moved in a way beyond her control. I alternately covered her with my whole hand, slid two fingers into her to press up against her g-spot, and stroked her clit with a finger, until her urgency was such that I knew she wanted only to feel rapid, butterfly strokes of my fingers across her clitoris as she came closer and closer to coming.

I haven’t even mentioned my own excitement. The trembling had passed, and soon enough all I wanted to was make myself one with Em’s excitement. My cock was cramped inside the suit, but I wasn’t prepared to expose myself to the watching woman, and for now my intentions were all about Em’s excitement. I wanted to bring her to a level of pleasure that was as far above the usual—which was always really good—as my own was at that moment, and so I teased her with my fingertips. At one point she reached her hand inside my suit and stroked my glans and tried to squeeze my scrotum, but her own need and desire were beyond that: she was so excited for herself that she could only really focus on that. I didn’t care, as nothing really turned me on more that Emily’s excitement. The best part of making love had always been to watch Em in the throes of passion, to listen to her breathing, to smell her breath and her body, to feel the muscles of her legs and stomach convulse as she finally lost that last edge of control and slipped into a series of orgasms that, if I played her body gently with my fingers or tongue, could go on for minutes, until several great spasms later, she pushed my face or hand away and pulled my body toward and into the warmth of her.

I knew how this would end for Em, and I moved my fingers in the most frenzied and yet delicate way I could, trying to keep the rhythm and intensity of my neighbor. I could feel the energy and excitement from across the sand as if there were an electric wire between our two couples, and when Em’s back finally arched and her toes began to curl—they really do that when she comes really hard, a thing I love to watch—I could see the body of the woman in the blue two-piece shudder and shake as she erupted in her own violent orgasm. I thought this was the most exciting thing I had ever seen, Em exploding in my hand as the woman across the way came, all the while with my eyes locked on those of the woman who had been my guide and master—or perhaps I had been hers; it didn’t matter—as we brought our partners to the brink of, and then into, a state of ecstatic delight. I just didn’t know how it would end for me, and from the slipperiness of my cock inside the nylon lining of my suit, I knew that I was dripping with pre-cum; my own breathing was becoming shallow and a little uneven. In truth, I was aching with the desire to feel Em against me and around me and to merge my own heat and passion with her excitement.

And yet it didn’t seem right to just do what we would have done at home. Peeling off my suit and entering Em felt just too crude, although I don’t think she would have minded at that point, neighbors or no, but I couldn’t visualize that. For Em to slide down and take me in her mouth until I came didn’t seem right, either. After all, all of us in that place were still completely dressed, preserving a kind of illusion of decorum that was part of the thrill, maybe the very best part of this forbidden game we had all been playing. I kept thinking of how silly a hump or a blow-job would look to the woman across the beach—how tasteless and even insulting a denouement it would be after this subtle, rare, and intimate sharing.

After doing all I could to extend Em’s climax as long as I could, I lay with my hand resting gently against her pubic mound, my mind racing and my own desire doing anything but receding. As Em recovered she pushed her hand back inside my suit and began stroking me, but the angles were all wrong and the sensation I craved too specific and too urgent.

Not worrying about the obvious bulge in my bathing suit, I rose to my feet and pulled Em gently to a standing position. I put my arm around her waist and we walked, drunkenly, it must have looked, to the water’s edge. The long rays of the afternoon sun shone all the way to the bottom of the shallow lake for quite a distance out into the water, and I marched in. Em trailed behind by a couple of steps, her movements still a little wobbly and her face still dreamy.

Perhaps because there was no wind and because the sunlight had been so intense, the little cove was almost as warm as on a summer day, and the water enveloped me more pleasantly than I might have dared hope, if I had been rational enough at that moment to think about it. All I knew was that the water was nice and that I wanted to join with Em. As I entered deeper water and dove under the surface, I could feel the wave as Em dove next to me. With a stroke or two I was in water whose bottom I could barely see, and, treading water, I turned to find Em’s hand to draw her toward me. By stretching my legs and feet I could just touch bottom, and, once Em was next to me and had put her arms around my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist, I tiptoed to where I could stand, my head and shoulders above water.

I felt Em’s hands at my waist, and in a minute she had untied the drawstring of my bathing suit and was starting to pull it down. I moved her away so that I could pull it off entirely, and I clutched it in one hand as I wrapped my arms around her. Em was tight against me, and I could feel her pulling aside the bottom of her own suit and then guiding me with her hands until I entered her. Or rather, she slid her body down onto me, filling herself and enveloping me completely. She hugged me hard, preventing me from moving within her, and we both held fast, joined into a single organism as solidly as if we had been cast together by a sculptor. I raised my face to the sun, feeling the intensity of the light through my eyelids, and then I turned my back to the brightness and opened my eyes. Why wasn’t I surprised to find myself looking straight at the woman in the white bathing suit?

Her gaze was less intense than before, and I saw that her friend, now lying on her stomach, had maneuvered herself so that she was able to slip her own fingers inside the high-cut leg of that white suit. Although I couldn’t see it, I knew that my watcher was now on the receiving end of the same tender movements that she had just been administering, and I imagined that, like myself, she was probably already so close to coming that only a little effort would be required to bring her there. I felt Em’s grip relax, and in a moment we were rocking gently in the water, Em’s head on my shoulder and my hands on her buttocks helping to move our bodies together in the timeless rhythm. It wasn’t long before all the excitement of the day exploded out of me, sending me into a series of gasps so hard I had trouble keeping my feet in the water. Em wrapped her legs around me, and I stood there in the warm water, supporting her as the waves of pleasure subsided to a warm glow. I must have closed my eyes at the moment of my own orgasm, but when I opened them again I could see my watcher in the middle of her own, her body rocking and twisting as if she was trying to free herself from the bounds of earth. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I knew that Em had turned her head and was watching, too.

In time my cock began to soften, and when it slipped out we untangled ourselves and I put on my suit and we staggered out of the water onto our blanket. I tried to keep watching our neighbors, but I could barely keep my eyes open. As excited as we had been, Em and I soon fell into a deep, intense sleep.

When we returned to consciousness the sun was already behind the trees in the western sky. Our neighbors had packed up and gone, and we realized it must have been the sound of their car starting that had wakened us. Soon enough we, too, were in the car and headed home, still too blown away by the afternoon’s passion to talk much.

That night we again made love, a slow, lazy session right after dinner, and Em told me how excited the watcher had made her—of course she had known!—and how turned on she had been by the excitement she had seen in my eyes and felt in my hands and body. I think the beautiful fantasy of that afternoon has been a sustaining element our private passions ever since, and we’ve become a lot less shy about making out (if not actually making love), even in public places, when the spirit moves us.

A couple of times I’ve spotted what I think was that blue Miata around town, and once in Starbucks I found myself in eye contact with a woman who could have been my watcher. Although she smiled at me in a way that felt both enigmatic and familiar, neither of us made a further move, however, and the moment—was there possibility in it, or just an egotistical dream?—passed.

-Anonymous