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Saturday, September 11, 2010

High School Reunion - Part 1

High School Reunion - Part 1 [part 1 of 4]
By: NYFireBird (nyfirebird9@yahoo.com)

Rachael's Story - Part 1

She was almost late to the party. The flight from LAX to Chicago was uneventful, but, as usual, O'Hare was a bitch to fly out of. No one knew of her plans, least of all the one person she was really looking forward to seeing and it seemed like an eternity before her plane landed in Newburgh.

Had it really been thirty years? Somehow visiting her home town always made her feel as if she were still in high school, a fact her parents both joked about and privately loathed. But 3000 miles away from husband, children and other "adult" responsibilities always made her feel young. And free. And wildly adventurous. She wondered if he would feel the same.

She wore a short blue dress which outlined the curves of her "much thinner than she was in high school" figure. Remembering the surprised looks she'd received ten years earlier, she felt almost nervous in anticipation of the reaction from someone she hadn't seen in over three decades. Someone who had given her her first taste of sexual hunger.

As she drove to the hotel, her mind recalled an earlier time. A hotel somewhere in Canada. Just enough beer to relax her and a quiet room in which she could indulge her youthful desires. Unfortunately they had been interrupted by a rowdy group of drunken partiers, so what could have been a very memorable evening dissolved into a what could have been regret. She wondered if he remembered it as well and given the opportunity would like to finish what they had started all those years ago.

"Get a grip, girl!" she cursed herself. "You're close to fifty years old. You're MARRIED, and so is he. Don't even think about it." But it was all she could think about as she parked her car and started walking toward the hotel. They had talked about this on-line. He had teased that he didn't scare easily when she'd suggested he might be afraid that she were serious. She was only afraid he thought she wasn't.

The signs told her where the party was going to be held. She stood for a long time at the doorway but she didn't see him anywhere. All she saw was a crowd of OLD people who had assembled there. Were these really her classmates from high school, or a group of their parents? The women were frumpy, wrinkled and gray. The men could sink a cruiser with their combined weight. Was that her old high school crush at the bar? Must weigh over 200 pounds. What did she ever see in him? She needed some air.

The sun was about to set as she walked out the back door towards the golf course. There, in the distance she saw him. He was lost in his own memories of another time when she walked up the grade.

"It's still a beautiful view, isn't it, Bobby?" she whispered.

At the sound of his name, he turned to face her.

"Yes it is, now that you're here. I was hoping you'd come."

Yes, he was a bit older, she thought, but his eyes were just as bright and warm as she remembered. Without thinking, she put her arms around him and kissed him warmly. It was suppose to be a friendly greeting, but when he pulled her to him, the fires he had lit in their youth began to ignite a blaze she thought long extinguished.

She parted her lips slightly allowing his tongue to find hers. If she had any doubts of his fears, they were quickly erased by the touch of his fingers under her dress. She didn't care where she was, or who might see them. She felt his hardening cock against her very wet crotch and knew instantly he had not forgotten their brief moment together. She closed her eyes as his finger pulled her panties to her knees and began teasing her clit until she felt her juices flow over him.

Her knees were beginning to weaken.

"I've been thinking about this ever since I had to cancel my trip to California." He knelt at her feet and began licking the moisture between her legs. She trembled as the first small orgasm overtook her, pulling on his hair, forcing him deep into her.

"Oh, God, please fuck me." she barely was able to voice the words.

He pulled her down onto the ground. Her fingers nearly tearing the zipper from his pants. She put his hard throbbing cock into her mouth, licking and sucking the tip, down the shaft. Her fingers gently caressing his balls. His pleasure was nearly unbearable. She lay back on the wet grass and opened her inviting legs for him. And invitation long overdue.

He entered her easily, felt the muscles clench almost immediately. She wrapped her legs around his back pulling him in deeper and harder, her hips matching his rhythm perfectly. It was as if they had been transported back in time, to that other place meant for young lovers discovering each other for the very first time.

She knew she couldn't cry out, the sound in the darkness would certainly alert anyone inside the hotel, or anyone else within a hundred miles. She pulled him tightly to her and as she felt him begin to come, let her own sensations free.

It had been what was once called a "quickie", but as they fixed their clothing and innocently made their way back to the party, she flashed him an inviting grin and whispered seductively,

"Where are you staying?"

This was turning out to be a must better "reunion" than she had ever imagined.

To be continued....

Visions of DeAnna - Part 1

Visions of DeAnna - Part 1 [part 1 of 5]
By: Spearchamp (spearchamp@comcast.net)

Visions of DeAnna

Easing back in a lounge chair propped on the deck of the outdoor bar at her hotel, DeAnna enjoyed a glass of Sauvignon Blanc and munched contentedly on a large prawn as she gazed out over Puget Sound. She had just finished checking back with her administrator, no fires to put out, no more calls to make.

The day had not begun on the smoothest of notes - there had been a power outage at her oceanfront home, the alarm failed to go off, and she had to scramble to get out of the house, dragging her wheeled overnight bag she had packed for her trip, laptop slung over her shoulder. She tossed her luggage into the passenger seat of her red Corvette convertible, and sped off to the San Jose airport, her short cut blond hair flying straight back in the wind, barely making it through the security line on time - she had been chosen as a screening passenger, and was taken to a private area where she was "asked" to strip down to her underwear. Under many circumstances, DeAnna would have taken great delight in doing so - and not stopping there. In her early 50's, she possessed a body that most women half her age would die for - a sensuous pair of breasts that fit her 5' 4" frame perfectly, hips that could sway her lovely ass forever, and a perfect tan from sunning on the nude beaches near her home. But here, trying to catch her flight to Seattle, she was seething as the female security guard, a short, squat woman in a TSA uniform eyeing her suspiciously as she waved her wand around DeAnna's body.

"I could save you some time, honey," DeAnna said sarcastically. "I shoved the explosives up my ass."

The security guard ignored the remark, and finally declared DeAnna travel-worthy. She quickly re-donned her wardrobe - a grey business suit than accentuated her curves - and raced off to her gate, barely making it on time, muttering furious oaths about the state of air travel in the 21st century.

Fortunately, things improved during the day. Her meeting went very well - she had impressed her potential client with her sharp business sense and charmed him with her frank humor and dazzling smile (not to mention her curvaceous figure) . As he walked her back to the office security checkpoint, DeAnna noticed a reasonably good sized bulge between his legs. Always a good sign, she cackled to herself.

* * *

She ordered another glass of wine and kicked her heels off. The young lady serving her set the glass down on a side table next to her and, with a slight giggle, informed her, "Courtesy of that gentleman over there, m'am," pointing off to DeAnna's right. DeAnna thanked her and did not look over right away.

DeAnna loved men - loved to be with them, talk with them, and most of all, loved to fuck them. She did have a certain standard to be sure, but the feeling of her lips wrapped around a man's cock, of having her cunt serviced by a man's tongue, of feeling a man's cock pushed way inside of her . . . Steady, girl, she chided herself - it's just a drink.

She finally turned and spied the person who appeared to be her benefactor - a tall, handsome dark haired man with some flecks of grey, wearing a light blue golf shirt, dark blue shorts, and sandals, chatting in a relaxed manner with the bartender and a few other folks gathered at the bar. He seemed very well preserved, with nicely toned arms and legs. DeAnna caught his eye, smiled at him, and raised her glass. He pointed at himself, looking surprised, raised his own glass to her, smiled broadly - and returned to his conversation.

DeAnna's own smile froze - it was just a drink after all. She finished her wine and made her way to her room.

* * *

After a shower and a change of clothes (tight black slacks and black heels that accentuated her killer legs, low cut black sequined blouse that did her cleavage justice), DeAnna hailed a cab and made her way to Tula's, a downtown Seattle jazz club. The hostess guided her past the low-lit bar and into the area that served as both a restaurant and listening room. "I think you'll like this spot," winked the hostess, gesturing to a small table with a comfortable sofa-like seat.

DeAnna sat down - and before she even had a chance to order, a glass of Sauvignon Blanc appeared at her table.

"That one, I actually bought you," laughed a man's voice. DeAnna turned - and peered into the face of her mistaken patron from the hotel bar, his friendly deep blue eyes crinkling as he chuckled.

"This one, you actually bought me?" DeAnna repeated, a puzzled look crossing her face.

"Yeah . . . well, there was another guy back at the hotel who actually bought you that drink. He had to go off and take a call. When you waved at me, I just thought you were being friendly - then I kind of put it all together . . . "

"So did the man who actually bought me the drink ever return?" wondered DeAnna.

"Yeah - I told him that you told me that you were a lesbian and that he should - oh, how do I put this - oh, yes - fuck off."

DeAnna laughed - pretty creative, she thought.

"Anyway - I think you'll like the Kim Crawford. It has a lingering finish - or whatever it is those wine aficionados have to say about it." He offered his free hand; the other was cradling a martini glass. "I'm Gregg - you are . . . ?"

"Confused. And thirsty. And grateful. I'm DeAnna," she replied, extending her hand and motioning for Gregg to join her on the sofa seat behind the table.

"So you followed me here, Gregg?" teased DeAnna. "Do I have anything to worry about?"

In a mock-serious tone, he replied, "I was totally exonerated the last time they arrested me." He then raised his glass to DeAnna's, and said, "To the here and now," looking into DeAnna's beautiful hazel eyes.

"To the here and now," echoed DeAnna.

The jazz combo began to play, the rhythm section laying down a low, seductive groove, while the tenor saxophonist blew "Saint Thomas" in a style reminiscent of Sonny Rollins. DeAnna leaned back in her seat and sighed, "I'm just an old rock and roll girl, I guess - but there's something about jazz. It's - it's just so sensual."

They listened for a few moments. Then Gregg said, "Sensuous."

He turned to DeAnna, and lightly ran his fingers through her hair.

"Jazz," he said, "is sensuous. You . . . are sensual."

She leaned toward Gregg, and they kissed, tentatively at first. Then DeAnna parted her lips and their tongues met and began to explore . . .

* * *

Gregg had hailed a cab for both of them - "To the Mayflower Park Hotel, good man, and hurry," he called out grandly; the Vietnamese driver merely grunting. They resisted the overwhelming temptation to madly make out in the car, but DeAnna took Gregg's hand and placed it on her crotch, stroking it back and forth. Gregg could feel himself getting hard as DeAnna squeezed her thighs together and pressed his hand, as though she wished him to tear through her pants and straight to her wet cunt.

They arrived at the hotel, and jumped into the elevator. "Give me 10 minutes, Gregg," breathed DeAnna, kissing him wetly and patting his ass. "Room 409."

"Ok, baby," he grinned. "I'll be the guy with the third leg."

DeAnna quickly changed out of her clothes and into a very sexy, sheer satin silver teddy, and put back on her black high heels. She checked herself out in the mirror, applied a touch of lipstick, and smiled slyly into the mirror. "Fun time," she said to herself.

She began to worry some when the 10 minutes had passed, but eventually there was a knock on the door. DeAnna peered through the peephole, it was in fact Gregg.

She let him in, taking him by the hand. He stared appreciatively at the exquisite curvature of her body. His primal urge was to take her right there, but first things first. He handed to her a single rose. "Yeah, it's a little bit cliché, I know," he offered. "And compared to you . . . well . . ." and his voice drifted off.

DeAnna was taken by the rose. "Where did you find this at this hour of the night," she wondered, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Gregg smiled a bit - "It's amazing what one can do in the here and now," he offered.

DeAnna drew his face to him and kissed him deeply, reaching to his shorts to unbutton them; taking down his zipper. Gregg enjoyed the taste of her mouth, and massaged her through the silk. No need to rush this, he thought, we're not going anywhere.

She pulled down his shorts and underwear, which revealed a nice sized cock at full attention. She began to stroke it causally as she resumed kissing him.

Suddenly, Gregg reached down and wrapped his arms beneath DeAnna's legs, lifting her off of the floor, and on to the bed. "Guess I'm old school DeAnna - ladies first," Gregg grinned. DeAnna slowly removed her teddy - and Gregg looked in awe at her incredible body, tits rounded, areola slightly darker than her fully tanned body. She pulled off his shirt - and suppressed a giggle. Gregg smiled ruefully - "Yeah, I'm a victim of farmer's tan. Sorry about that." Once DeAnna got past that, she responded favorably to his nicely muscled arms and strong torso.

Gregg kissed her on the lips again, and then behind her right ear, whispering to her again as he lightly bit her lobe and moved down to her neck, kissing and nibbling it all the way around. His hands gently glided about her body, exploring every nook and cranny. His tongue soon followed - first on her tits, licking, squeezing, and nibbling them. DeAnna writhed and reached down to play with her wet, hot cunt - Gregg grabbed her hand, and whispered to her, "Don't worry, DeAnna - we'll get there."

He then ran his tongue along the length of her right leg, pausing to kiss the softness behind her knee. She seized again, her head rocking to its side. He kissed inside her thighs, the back of her calves, and then, after removing her shoe, began to massage her foot. He took her tiny big toe into his mouth, circling it with his tongue, and then did the same with the remainder of her toes. DeAnna couldn't help herself; she reached again to rub her leaking mound, rubbing its inner folds, sticking two fingers into her twat and frantically pushing them deeper into her cunt.

Gregg moved his head between her thighs, and began to kiss the skin around her vagina, while DeAnna continued to dig deeper. He then began to lick her mound as she moved her fingers toward her clit, rubbing it fast and gently at the same time, like a hummingbird flapping its wings; then his tongue plunged deeply into her, his hands grasping her lovely ass, his lips and tongues sliding up and down her slit. DeAnna came, her back arching as the juice from her cunt flowed. Gregg buried his head deeper into her as her thighs closed around his head. She rocked back and forth on the bed, moaning louder as Gregg's tongue continued to work.

DeAnna finally relaxed her thighs slightly, and Gregg lifted his head to look up at her; she was panting and whispering, "More, Gregg, I need you to fuck me - I need you to fuck me . . ."

He took his dick and lightly ran it up and down the slit of DeAnna's slick cunt. She thrust her crotch toward him, he pulled away, teasing her, again running it up and down her slit. Finally, she could no longer take it - she rose up, grabbed him by the head, and hissed at him, "Stop toying with me, you bastard! Fuck me now!"

Gregg needed no further urging; he took his member and slowly entered its swollen head into DeAnna's waiting hole. He did not plunge in all the way at first, but as she moaned and slithered his cock slid more deeply into her. They rolled over on the king sized bed, DeAnna now on top, sliding her hips back and forth; Gregg's cock brushing her G-spot as he did his best wild mustang impersonation, arching his hips upward as she rode him hard. Amazingly, she came again, writhing in passionate agony, her head thrust back, screaming "Oh my fucking Christ!!" as Gregg continued to buck her.

She pulled out of him and grabbed his cock again, stroking it as she positioned her head between his legs and licked his balls, kissing and lightly biting around his sack. She then looked squarely into his blue eyes as she ran her tongue the length of Gregg's veiny cock, all the while massaging his balls before finally wrapping her lips around it. Gregg leaned up on his elbows to view DeAnna's lovely mouth warm his dick, her blond head bobbing to the beat of a song of lust that only the two of them could hear. DeAnna could taste the juice from her own pussy, as well as a few drops from Gregg's dick, her mouth full with the meat of his love, his knob nearly down his throat.

It was all that Gregg could do to hold off from coming - DeAnna's mouth magic made him that much harder. She finally came up for air; Gregg sat up to face her. They embraced for a few moments with another passionate kiss. Gregg ran his hands over DeAnna's coffee-with-cream colored ass, and tentatively massaged her crack with his middle finger. DeAnna breathed into his ear, "It's yours . . . It's yours, take it." She motioned to her suitcase. Gregg found a bottle of Astroglide in its toiletry sleeve. He poured it on DeAnna's delicious bottom, making it shine. Gently, he inserted his finger into her ass crack, pressing it lightly around the hole, and then tenderly dug it deeper, whispering to DeAnna, "Relax, honey . . . Relax." Then, straddling behind her, he put his cock in her pussy again while continuing to finger her ass, lightly swirling inside of her.

DeAnna clutched, and then felt him leave her peach, the knob of his cock traveling up her love canal and squeezing against her butt hole; she surrendered her ass to him. The sensations she felt from him were indescribable as he slowly rocked her; DeAnna rubbed her clit in rhythm with him as he slid in and out for her. Gregg pulled out briefly and admired her gaping asshole; he licked lovingly around her rim, sending her into another moaning frenzy - "Oh my GOD, Gregg, that's SOOOO good" - then he sat on the edge of the bed and rolled DeAnna on her side; she lifted her leg and Gregg lay next to her, entering her ass again, DeAnna crying out as his dick went even deeper into her ass; looking back at him with a wild look of sweet agony, she resumed tending to her pussy. Gregg placed his hands beneath her ass cheeks, guiding her up and down, the soft walls of her ass tunnel making him even wider. He quickened the pace, and felt her anus clutch his cock as once more she came, pussy juices dripping from her marvelously enlarged cunt, ass grinding into Gregg's tool, exclamations of lust spewing from her mouth. She leaned her head back toward him; he kissed her hard on her neck. She then rolled away, turned and took him completely into her mouth again, this time bobbing her head faster, then backing away to stroke his cock vigorously as she sucked on his testes, her tongue massage driving him wild.

Finally, he came - first, a large shot that landed on her chest, then a few ropes that found her face. She rubbed the cum into the luxuriant skin of her tits, then massaged it into her face. Taking his cock back into her mouth, she sucked Gregg's bulb, the cum dribbling out of her mouth, Gregg totally gone, thighs and torso convulsing as DeAnna worked her mouth one more time down his shaft, her mouth full of his lust and desire. She slowly brought her head back up, kissing the tip of his cock one last slid, and slid up his body, finding his mouth and kissing him, all of his and her juices swirling with their tongues.

They lay on the bed for several minutes, DeAnna gently circling his nipples again with her fingers, hoping that maybe she could get another rise out of him, so much did she enjoy this ride. Gregg collected himself, admiring the serpentine beauty of her body. A sly smile slowly spread across his face . . .

"DeAnna, I'm really thirsty, how ?bout you?" he asked, sitting up in the bed.

"Hmmm . . . a glass of wine would be lovely, Gregg . . . but I think room service has stopped for the evening."

"Well then," he said, "I'll just have to get it myself" - and jumped off the bed, opened the door, and strode off into the hallway buck naked!

DeAnna, for one of the few times in her life, was speechless - who IS this crazy guy who followed her, seduced her, and fucked her so passionately?

She waited for a few minutes, sitting up, drawing her knees up to her chest, and gazing absently at her reflection in the mirror over the bureau. She winced a bit as she spied a hicky - a hicky! - on her throat. That goof, she sighed, and smiled. Then she heard the sound of a door unlocking - but it wasn't the door to her room. Slightly fearful, she turned and saw a door opening at the window end of her room . . . and there stood Gregg, bottle of wine and 2 glasses in hand, a white robe tied at the waist, half-smile on his face.

DeAnna shook her head - "So you've been next door to me all along," she marveled. She put back on her teddy and walked into Gregg's room. On the table was a bowl of fresh berries and whipped cream. DeAnna dipped a strawberry in the cream and offered it up to Gregg, who nibbled it down, taking DeAnna's hand and licking the strawberry juice from her fingers. He had moved the sofa in his room over to face the window. Gregg sat, his legs outstretched to the window; DeAnna placing her head on his lap . . .

"You certainly are a man of surprises," she said mischievously. "So . . . just who are you, anyway?"

"Well," started Gregg, "For one thing, I've managed to pick up the nickname ?Spearchamp' . . . "

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Friday, September 10, 2010

Roomies - The Reuinion

Roomies - The Reuinion
By: patricia51 (patricia51fem@hotmail.com)

Roomies - The Reunion by Patricia51

Pam Maguire Norton drew her knees up under her chin and wrapped her arms around them. A smile flitted over her face. The sunlight was warm, broken into dancing spots by the branches of the spreading old live oak behind her. The sand under the huge beach towel was firm against her bottom. A delightful soft breeze came off the ocean in front of her.

Everything was perfect. The camping gear was stacked to the side by the old fire pit. They would set it up later. Right now all she wanted to do was watch her oldest friend Kim bubble over with laughter as she frolicked ankle deep in the surf.

God, how had they let so much time pass? It seemed such a short time ago that they had been college roommates, as close as any two young women could ever be. They had been friends, confidants and lovers. They had embraced college life in the 60's with determination to cram all the fun and experiences they could into those short years. Then had come graduation. Visits, first so frequent, had dwindled as they had each got caught up in their separate lives. As the years went by, contact was reduced to phone calls, then letters and finally the occasional greeting card.

Then last year they had both determined that enough time had passed. The phone calls picked up again. Finally they had decided that they had to get together again. A flight down to the Southern US and they had headed for one of Pam's favorite vacation get-aways, one of the unspoiled islands off the coast. A lifetime ago they had discussed just the two of them doing this during their last spring break together. Finances and family commitments had prevented it. Now they were making up for it.

Kim McCall Keagan spun around happily. The sun was so much warmer than her native Canada. As much as she loved home, it was wonderful to be able to bake in the sunshine here. She kicked water about, her legs still firm and slender, matching the rest of her body.

"You know, we were just up the coast from here not five years ago?"

"Really? You and George?"

"Me and George," confirmed Kim. After graduation, with Pam going out into the world and working, an unexpected grant had allowed Kim to continue her education at the graduate level. At that other school she attended she was surprised, and then pleased, to find George Keagan, the Chess Club Vice-President she had met and occasionally dated before. She was VERY pleased to discover that George had begun working out and now combined an athlete's body while retaining his keen mind. They had dated all through their grad school attendance. Their acceptance of positions with the same Canadian corporation had sealed what they had yet to have put into words. Six months after starting their jobs they had gotten married.

"Gee, I wish Martin and I had been in the country," Pam replied. A smile tugged at her mouth. Pam had become a traveling saleswoman, covering the Southeast US for the novelty company she had gone to work for. She had enjoyed the work and planned to stay with it as long as she could.

Plans had changed quickly, as they often do. Swinging through Georgia on a trip, she had stopped by to visit an old friend who was employed as a civilian worker at an Army post. The friend was delighted to see her show up. Not only was it nice to talk over old times, but she just happened to need someone to double-date with her and her boyfriend and her boyfriend's pal to go to a show in Atlanta that evening.

Pam had at first tried to decline the invitation. She had all the dates she could handle. On an average night she could walk into the restaurant or club of whatever hotel she was staying at and get a half-dozen invitations from fellow travelers. Not that she thought of herself as any sex-magnet babe, but after all, there were 50 men traveling for each single woman. She was careful and choosy, avoiding both married men and the ones who expected instant sex as a reward for a meal which, after all, she could put on her own expense account. Twice in those years she had met another woman who had the same interests that she and Kim had shared that now was a lifetime ago.

Off and on over the years she had wondered about that attraction. The longer she had been away from college and out of the road, the more the interest in other girls seemed to fade. By the time she broke down and accepted the invitation to go out with that young Army NCO she had not been with another female in a year and really wasn't thinking about it anymore.

Sergeant Martin Norton had proved to be a quiet dark-haired guy. Slender with swimmer's type muscles he was reserved, but with a smile that came out occasionally and transformed him. Several years younger than her, at times she felt she was so much older than him, and then again, would feel so much younger than a 20 year old who had already served a tour as an infantryman in Southeast Asia.

Regardless of age, experience or anything else, a month later a quiet civil ceremony united the two in marriage. They were to remarry a few months later, formally, in a church. Friends and family of both of them were surprised, even stunned at the speed. A few gave dark hints that such a union would never last. Over thirty years and four children later they were still together.

More splashing and a sudden shower of sea water brought her abruptly back to the present.

"Kim!" She sputtered.

Her former roommate laughed with glee and ran back to the surf, tossing aside the plastic container she had used to douse Pam. "Come on," she called back over her shoulder. "Stop sitting in the shade and get out here." She pirouetted ankle deep in the surf.

Pam plunged after her and for a few wild minutes they chased each other back and forth, splashing through the Atlantic rollers combing the white sand. They waded out farther and swam together. Then, holding hands, they raced back up the beach and fell to the blankets laid out under the dappled shade of that old moss-hung tree.

"Oh that was fun." Kim stretched out of the brightly colored beach blanket and wiggled, closing her eyes.

"Yes it was," replied Pam. She waited until the other woman was comfortably settled. She reached into the open cooler, plucked a bottle of water from the ice and poured it over her friend. "That was even more fun," she flung over her shoulder as she sprang back to her feet and started running down the beach. Her foot slipped after no more than fifteen steps and the former cheerleader brought her down with a flying tackle. The two women rolled together in the sand, wrestling until they finally collapsed in laughter.

"You SNEAK!" Kim was able to gasp.

"I couldn't help it. Truce?"

"Look at us!" The dark-haired woman moaned as she sat up, contemplating the sand that clung to them from their hair down to their toes.

"Let's rinse off and no more funny business."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

They splashed into the sea again, wading out until they could duck into the water. Returning to their blankets, they sat down again. This time the water pulled from the cooler was drunk, the two women touching bottles to seal their truce.

"God, how long ago was it when you did that to me the first time?" Kim asked.

"What, poured water over you?"

"Sort of. I was thinking of the morning in that hotel when you turned the shower on me, and it was all cold water."

"Oh God," Pam smiled. "I had about forgotten that. That was the weekend you first met George."

"I liked him from the start, but I never thought back in those days I'd marry him. Even after that first night together." Kim sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees. "You know, for a long time after that, I sort of regretted that night."

"Why?"

"Well, not that I met George. Its just, well, you know, we were pretty wild back then. When George and I first started dating seriously I used to wonder if he thought I was some kind of slut for what we did that very first night."

Pam snorted. "Bull. We were wild but no more so than any pair of guys were back then. But I know," she looked out at the sea, "Guys who slept around as much as we did were studs. Girls weren't. And aren't. I forgot who it was that called us sluts. I think it was just jealousy."

"George told me the same thing. He reminded me that his stock among the males at school shot up tremendously after the word of that night got back to campus. He also told me," Kim stopped for a moment with a wistful, happy look on her face. "He told me he never thought of me as anything but wonderful, and that he had loved me since that first night."

"We really did luck into a pair of winners."

"Yes we did."

"Still a couple of hotties, even with a little mileage on them. Of course so are we."

Kim leaned back on her hands, stretched her legs out and got a wicked smile on her face. "Have I told you what I did to George the first part of this summer?"

Pam rolled on her side, wiggling her hip bone against the sand under the blanket. "what did you do, you wicked hussy?"

"Trollop, if you please," replied Kim with mock seriousness. "Peggy what's-her-name called me that. As I recall, YOU were the 'hussy'."

"Regardless of titles, what DID you do to that lovely husband of yours?"

"We were sitting out on the back deck one afternoon. I know you don't think so, but it can grow quite warm up in Canada on a June day. We were having a couple of drinks and stretched out on the recliners. We were both wearing just shorts and loose tops and no shoes.

"I perhaps had a drink more than I usually do, but if that was the spur I plan to do that more often. I decided I was hot and sticky enough for me to go take a shower. I tossed my clothes in the hamper, finished my drink and got in. Sometime during the first minute I had the idea.

"I followed up on my thought and then finished my shower. I scampered to the bedroom and put on a yellow sundress. Just the sundress, no underwear. I fixed another drink for each of us and casually went back onto the deck.

"Now you remember from those pictures I e-mailed you that our back deck is pretty well secluded. The fence and the bushes provide just about complete security. So when I handed George his drink and took a sip of mine before setting it down, there was no one there to see when I reached down and pulled my sundress over my head and tossed it to the deck."

"Oh myyyyy," giggled Pam. "What did he do? And just what was your idea that you followed through in the shower?"

"Oh, you caught that did you? Well, his reaction was everything I could have hoped for. His eyes almost popped out of his head, he dropped his drink and he immediately got the biggest hardon I had seen in some time. You see, not only was I nude under the sundress, while I was in the shower I had shaved my pussy."

"Yikes!" Pam laughed deeply. "What did George do?"

"Well, it was me to start out with. I stepped up to him and yanked his shorts down his legs. I bent over with the intention of get a nice lip lock on his cock when he took over. He grabbed me by the arms and jerked me on top of him. He started kissing me, pushed my legs apart and was in me before I could take two breaths. I suppose I had already got wet thinking about how I was going to surprise him.

"Thank goodness for THAT, because he grabbed my hips and pulled down on them at the same time he thrust up into me. That one motion put his cock all the way inside of me. I was straddling the lounge chair with my feet on the deck and just started to bounce up and down onto him. Its a good thing I've kept in a little bit of shape, that was really a ridiculous position but it felt so good as I bottomed out on top of him each time.

"Then he reached up to my breasts. He didn't hold them, he just positioned his hands so that my nipples brushed over his palms as I went up and down on him. That slight drag on them made them hard and made me try to lean forward and rub them harder. George was grinning and every time I tried to push my breasts into his hand he pulled away. I was just about whining in frustration, I wanted him to stop teasing me and hold my breasts and do some serious fondling of my nipples.

"I kept leaning closer and closer and he kept pulling his hands back. All during this time he's pushing harder and faster with his hips. He was literally bouncing me up into the air and letting me fall back onto my husband's lovely cock. Then I had leaned so far forward I lost my balance and fell onto his chest.

"That turned out to be just fine. After all, neither of us is 20 anymore and being as acrobatic as I was trying to just doesn't last. So when he rolled me over onto my back, braced his hands on the arms of the longue chair and proceeded to bang the hell out of me. Nothing fancy, just good old-fashioned, hard pounding sex. He lowered his head and covered my right breast with his mouth. Between his tongue rolling my nipple and his hips driving his shaft into me, I had my first orgasm about two minutes after I was on my back.

"I don't know if it was the drinks he had or what, but George never even slowed down. He just kept right on going. I hooked my elbow under my knees and rolled back, allowing him to get that last little bit of him into me. By then I could feel his balls smacking against my butt. He must have too, because the first time it happened he groaned and turned the speed up another notch.

"I'm building again and this time I know he is also. I can feel him growing inside me and he's beginning to gasp, which is good because I'm trying not to yell. After all, we DO have neighbors and we WERE outside. Then I didn't care if they were all peeking through the hedges and recording the entire thing because George was coming in me and my feet were waving in the air while I tried to push up to him and get that last little bit of him in me. At the same time a tiny corner of my mind is wondering how I got in such a ridiculous position.

"George collapsed on top of me and we tried to get our breath. When our hearts finally slowed down I think both of us realized at the same time that aluminum and vinyl recliners were not designed for couples in their fifties. So we adjourned to the house, took a shower together and went to bed."

"But not to sleep," guessed Pam.

"Eventually," Kim agreed. Then she fixed her friend with a penetrating look. "Okay, now how about you? What was the sexiest thing you've done with your husband lately?"

"I don't know if it would qualify as 'lately'," replied Pam thoughtfully. "It was a few years ago. But it did snap us out of a rut."

Pam stretched out. "Talk," she commanded.

"When Martin turned fifty, well, I won't say things were going downhill, but we definitely had lost the sparkle. It wasn't him, although he was hardly looking forward to turning the big Five-Oh. It wasn't me, I hope anyway. I was trying to be supportive without reminding him, overly much anyway, that I had already gone through that particular crisis and survived.

"He had retired from the Army and was casting about looking for a new job, but not that strenuously because we had already started building the home we had always wanted on the land that had come down to me from my family. So he was rather moping and I decided to fix it."

Pam laughed. "Of course by the time I finally got everything set up he HAD found a job with the local Sheriff's Department. I tease him that he can't stand to be out of uniform and unarmed. Still it added a very interesting moment to what turned out to be the most exciting afternoon we had spent in a long time."

"I had gone into the city and had my picture taken. Not nude, I think at our age we look a little bit better with some clothes ON rather than everything off. So I wore a tight red lace teddy. The photographer was really helpful and really well-behaved too. He snapped from different poses and got me to take my glasses off. We finally settled on me looking into the camera while I stretched out on my side with my head propped up on one hand."

Pam demonstrated the pose and Kim signaled her approval by whistling.

"So I had a couple copies printed in 8 by 10 size and framed one. On his birthday I waited until I judged he would be getting off in about a half hour. Then I hung the picture at eye level on the back door leading in from the garage. Once I had that done I raced back into the bedroom and changed into that same teddy. I did my make-up over, brushed my hair and waited. When I heard him pull up and the car door slam I got into the same pose as the picture and laid there watching the bedroom door."

Pam muffled a giggle. "Oh Kim. All I heard was 'Holy Mother of God' from the garage and then the door was opened and slammed shut and there were footsteps racing down the hallway to our bedroom. Martin burst through the door and just stood there staring at me. I looked down and the bulge in his uniform trousers was as big as any I have ever seen.

"Then he was pulling off his shirt and dancing up and down trying to get his shoes off. The breath-taking moment was when he dropped his equipment belt and I had a sudden vision of his sidearm discharging. Now THAT would have been a mood killer.

"But it didn't, thank you very much Lord. He finished throwing all of his clothing to the winds and sprang on top of me, rolling me onto my back and showering me with kisses. His hands were so wild I thought he was going to tear that teddy from me. I didn't care if he did. I wanted him to just take me. I wanted him in me, right then and there, with no more foreplay than just those wild kisses.

"The teddy had a snap fastening between my legs. Thank GOD it did. Because even as I was trying to get my hand down there to undo it, Martin's cock was already thrusting, demanding entrance. I thought for an instant, if thinking had anything to do with anything right then, that if I didn't do something fast I was going to have pieces of red lace buried all the way up inside of me and probably have to go to the Emergency Room to get them removed.

"I did get the snap undone and the material pulled out of the way just as Martin drew back and thrust. And when that thrust finished his cock was completely inside of me. I could feel the head slamming against my soft spot and his balls slapping against my ass. I wrapped my legs around him and hung on for dear life. That was all I could do. Martin, my always kind and gentle loving husband, was an animal just taking his bitch. And I was raking his back with my nails and urging him on.

"It didn't take long. We were both so incredibly aroused. I was bucking and screaming and my whole ass was in the air as he almost had me bent double I could feel him swelling inside me, He filled me so tightly we could barely move against each other. Then he was bellowing to match my screams and flooding me all the way down into the deepest recesses of my womb.

"The moment he collapsed against me, I let go of him and managed to roll him over. We weren't done I was determined. I squirmed on top of him and slid down and took him immediately into my mouth.

"I've always enjoyed giving Martin blow jobs. Of course he loves going down on me too. And the man can eat pussy like no tomorrow. I just gobbled him up and started sucking.

"I've never had a problem with him coming in my mouth. I've always been a swallower, not a spitter. And I've sucked him off after he's come in me before. But this time it just all seemed different, tasted different. Maybe it was because I wasn't intent on giving him pleasure as I usually do. There weren't any teasing licks of his slit, no tongue dancing over his balls. I just sucked. I wanted him hard again. I wanted him throbbing so I could have him in me again.

"THAT didn't take long either. The moment he was stiff enough I bounced up and landed right onto his cock. God, what if I had misjudged? THAT would have ended the day. But I didn't and he was back inside me and I was riding him, my back already arched and my hands on my hips as I bounced on him. He took my breasts in his hands and squeezed them, so hard it might have hurt if it hadn't felt so good.

"Strangely though, as we kept going, I began to slow down. Instead of slamming myself up and down on Martin I eased down all the way and began to roll my hips and just feel him inside me. Martin stopped squeezing my breasts and began to tease and toy with the nipples. We weren't fucking anymore. We were making love again and it was wonderful. I used my internal muscles to squeeze him and he slipped a finger between us to gently massage my clit and eventually we both came together, gently, enjoying the waves and going with them.

Pam fell silent. Kim had squirmed a little, just as Pam had when her roommate related her love-making with George.

"Do you still have that teddy?" Kim finally inquired.

"Well, what's left of it anyway. There have been a couple of replacements over the last couple of years."

"George likes sexy undies on me too. Where did you get it by the way? Vicky's?"

"Of course," laughed Pam. "The refuge for the woman who wants something soft and slinky and sheer next to her skin. And of course something to drive her man a bit nuts."

"It's been good for you two hasn't it?"

Pam smiled. "As it has been for you and George too. Who would have thought it? Those two wild young girls we were so long ago, that they would end up as long time respectable married women and mothers and grandmothers?"

"We were something back then alright," acknowledged the black haired woman with a smile.

Pam looked at Kim again and their eyes met. Side by side, the two friends looked over each other as though they were meeting for the first time. For a long moment time seemed to reverse. Legs and bottoms grew firm and slender again. The subtle reminders of child bearing vanished. Breasts defeated gravity. No longer were they wives, mothers, grandmothers. For that long moment two girls of twenty looked at each other again, remembering the times, the passion and even the love they had shared so very long ago.

Fingers reached out to each other and squeezed.

"Remember that last night before graduation?"

"As if I could ever forget. We went out and had dinner with our parents. As wonderful as it was for them to finally meet, I could hardly wait to get away and back to our room. And then that idea you came up with!"

Pam grinned. "Well, after all, it was how we started. I thought it would make a great finish."

The girls both got faraway expressions on their faces. "It certainly was that," mused Kim.

(1967)

Kim pushed open the dorm room door and looked around. She sighed to herself. Just about everything they both owned was packed into boxes and bags, ready to be loaded into cars and trailers the next morning. Graduation was upon them. College was over. She sighed again, this time aloud.

Two arms slipped around her waist and pulled her back against a taller body. "I know, Kim. I feel the same way."

Kim covered Pam's hands with her own. "Its not going to be the same without you. I know we're not parting forever, but the thought of not seeing you daily is uncomfortable to say the least. Much less," the young black-haired girl grinned and wiggled her tight little bottom against her roommate, "Much less not having you in our bed."

"I know," Pam nuzzled her friend and lover's neck. "But we're not saying goodbye forever." She hesitated. "And we agreed that as much as we care for each other its not the 'everlasting love' that one day we both hope to find.

"Still." The single word carried a lot of mixed emotion.

"I know." The two girls remained close toegther. Then Pam giggled as Kim rubbed her bottom back against her.

"Come on," the taller girl whispered. "I have an idea."

"Is this going to get us in as much trouble as your ideas usually do?"

"I hope so."

Pam snatched up her car keys and Kim followed her friend out of the room, down the hall and into the parking lot. They climbed into Pam's overloaded battered Dodge. The duo remained silent as Pam drove off campus and then up a winding road to a nearly deserted flat open area overlooking the school, where they eased quietly into a familiar spot.

"Oh my." Kim giggled wildly. "I would have never thought of this. But it's perfect. Right back where we started that cool October night two and a half years ago.

"Exactly."

Pam leaned over and kissed Kim. She smiled and slid her arm around her roommate and held her close. Kim leaned against her friend. Muffled laughter erupted as they crossed their legs over each other's until they were wrapped up together. Arms enfolded and the two girls clung to each other as they kissed.

Pam came up for air. She brushed the black hair away from Kim's face and kissed her forehead, then both eyes and then her nose and cheeks.

"This is where I first kissed you. Or you kissed me. I'm not sure I could tell."

"Me either," replied the Canadian girl. "But you were certainly the first one to start touching. When you put your hand inside my shirt I couldn't breathe."

"You? I was so scared and so aroused. Kim, when my fingers brushed your breast, the first time I had ever touched another girl's breast, I thought my heart would stop."

"I'm mighty glad it didn't. Boy would I have had trouble explaining THAT."

"You," Pam rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that would have been so hard for you. Just for that reason I'm glad you didn't have to."

"Oh, maybe there was another reason or two." Kim looked into her roommate's eyes. There was a muffled response from Pam. A response because Kim had slipped her hand inside Pam's blouse and as usual the brown haired girl wasn't wearing a bra. And muffled because Kim had closed her mouth onto Pam's, smothering any comment the taller girl might have tried to make.

Not that Pam was trying to make any verbal comment. She kissed her roommate back and returned the favor, sliding her hand up under Kim's loose t-shirt until she too found a soft bare breast tipped with a hard nipple.

Both girls moaned softly as they kissed and fondled each other. Neither felt the desire to go any farther. The unspoken bond that connected the duo let each know what the other was feeling. This was not a time for passionate love-making, it was a time to recapture just for a moment the thrill of that first night and the discovery of each other. Eventually their lips parted and hands withdrew so the two girls could hold each other closely and savor the warmth between them.

Wordlessly they looked at the stars and then at each other. They snuggled, Pam producing a blanket from the back seat. A blanket that produced some soft giggles from both girls. They had made love on that blanket much more than just once or twice. But tonight it covered them and held them together as they drifted off in each other's arms, back where they had started. It wasn't until dawn that they roused, released each other and returned to campus and the start of the rest of their lives.

(The Present)

Kim and Pam sat close together, arms around each other.

"That was a wonderful night."

"They were all wonderful with you."

"The days weren't bad either."

The following quiet was interrupted as a crowd appeared on the beach. Two older men were shepparding a group of children while other younger adults followed behind. A couple of small children sped ahead of the group towards the two women.

"Grammie, Grammie," shouted one little girl as she sprang into Pam's outstretched arms. "We saw the wild horses."

"And there were dolphins out in the water," chimed in another little tyke as Kim knelt to listen face-to-face to one of her grandchildren.

The rest of the mingled clan joined the first pair. Hugs were exchanged all around and excited voices all spoke at once to tell Pam and Kim about the trek the two families had taken around the coastal island that afternoon. Pam and Kim gathered their blankets and beach gear and the entire mob trudged up the beach to the boardwalk that led to their campsite. Kim and George laced fingers together. The black-haired woman with the touches of gray smiled as she felt the warmth of her husband's hand and she looked up at him and blew him a kiss.

"Did they wear you out?"

"I think we all wore each other out. Now the kids," George nodded towards their grown children, "Just let Martin and I run crazy with the little ones. But they had to join in and I bet everyone sleeps soundly tonight."

Martin, his arm wrapped around Pam, who was tucked into his side, agreed. "But it was fun and I hope the two of you had a pleasant afternoon all by yourselves."

"It was," Pam said as she stood on her tiptoes and kissed her husband. "We're about all talked out."

"The two of you? Talked out? I doubt it."

"Oh hush you." Kim bumped George with her hip. The foursome laughed and followed the rest of the mob off the beach.

Much later that night, after the campfire died away and everyone was asleep in their tents, two figures stole away from the campsite. Silently they slipped down the wooden walkway to the beach. Muffled giggles ensued as did light splashes in the water. Two dripping figures bundled themselves into towels and draped a familiar blanket over themselves as they sat on the splintered steps.

"That was FUN." whispered Pam.

"Oh God, what if someone had come by this time?" Kim smothered a laugh. "As embarrassing as it would have been thirty years ago, for someone to catch two grandmothers skinny-dipping NOW..."

"They didn't." The two women hugged and kissed each other on the cheek. Pam got up. "I don't know about you but I'm getting cold. It's time to snuggle up to my husband."

Kim nodded and rose to follow her friend. The moonlight splashed across the pair and the beach they were leaving. The ex-cheerleader turned to take one more look and smiled.

"Well, we got to be on the beach one more time," she said softly. Then she followed her roommate up the stairs and back to their families.

(The End)

(Thanks to my wonderful and hard-working friend Marian for her corrections and suggestions. And a special "Thank You" to "Hook" from here at ES for his suggestion about the ending. While I had to tear out the last thousand words or so and do it over the result was much, MUCH improved by the addition of the families.)

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Hot Summer Night (part 1)

Hot Summer Night (part 1) [part 1 of 4]
By: WriterInTraining (loverboy@slowburnsalsa.com)

Part I

The small dots of light winked off and on in many places in the back yard. Persistence of vision caused the yellow-green glow from the fireflies appear to make streaks of light as they flew from place to place. Cicadas were buzzing in the trees as the heat of the day lingered way past sundown. A few stars dotted the sky above, more appearing with every passing minute. The flickering light from the citronella candle danced and shifting her weight in the chair, she swiveled to allow the gentle touch of the wind pass over as much bare skin as possible. Goosebumps appeared on her arms and shoulders as the thin sheen of sweat evaporated in the cooling breeze. But the wind was slight and very intermittent, and the bumps disappeared quickly. She wore a light blouse, with the top few buttons undone, and her hair was pulled back and gathered with a bow. The fashion was utilitarian this time - it kept her neck cool.

She had changed out of the skirt when she got home from work, and had slipped on a loose-fitting pair of her lover's gym trunks. The slick satin-like material had felt good when she first put them on, but the humidity in the night air was causing them to stick to her - she almost wished she had kept her panties on, but the stifling pantyhose she had worn all day made her yearn for freedom when she got home. She undid the last few buttons on her blouse and opened up her shirt to catch more of the meager wind.

Her closest neighbor was some ways away, but modesty had never been a hang-up for her. She frequented topless beaches on the coast, and sunbathed nude in her backyard at every opportunity. Nude beaches in the Caribbean and the Tropics were favorite destinations when on holiday - not often enough for her. She had often toyed with the idea of joining a nudist colony, but her high profile job at a prestigious law firm demanded a level of decorum that wouldn't allow for it. Such a scandal it would be!

She closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair, letting the evening wash over her. The cicadas stopped their buzzing and the crickets began their song. It wasn't long before the bullfrogs in the nearby creek joined in with deep throaty bellows.

He stood before her, admiring the curve of her breasts in the dancing light. The blouse still covered most of her breasts, including her nipples, and the angelic smile on her face told him she was enjoying the solitude of the evening. Her right hand was resting in her lap - resting wasn't the right word - it was in her lap, but certainly wasn't resting. He watched her circle the area slowly one way, stop and reverse to circle the other direction. She was oblivious to his presence. He walked off the patio quietly back into the house and then made enough noise to be sure she knew he had arrived.

He moved slowly toward the patio door once again, giving her time to collect herself. She stood and walked toward him, a slight flush across her chest, a few buttons on her blouse freshly fastened, but still not leaving much to the imagination. She knew he loved this look and she was ready to get something started. He opened and stretched out his arms and she walked into them. He closed them around her waist and pulled her close to him. She hugged him as hard as she could, burying her face in his broad chest and breathed in the musky scent of her man. She pulled her head away and tilted it slightly upward to facilitate a kiss. He obliged by kissing her lightly on the lips, and then nibbling on her lower lip. His hands began to caress her buttocks through the silky fabric of the gym shorts and she massaged his chest as he continued to kiss and nibble the area around her lips.

His desire was evident to her and the kisses had moved down her neck to her shoulders. He opened his mouth and grabbed a bit of the skin on her shoulder between his teeth. He pulled back, letting the skin slip slowly from between them. He then kissed the same area, moved a few inches closer to her neck and repeated the love bite.

Delicate kisses made a path up her neck and she felt a wave of tingles move up her spine and raise the tiny hairs on the back of her neck. Her breathing increased and she unbuttoned his shirt and began sucking on his nipples. The love bites had returned, this time on her earlobe. He imagined that he was nipping the soft folds of flesh on a more intimate part of her body - all in due time they both thought!

His hands glided up her buttocks until they came to rest on her hips and he began lightly circling the hip bone on either side - she was very ticklish there and started to twist her lower body playfully to get his hands away from the area. She could feel him smile and he quickly moved to the area between their stomachs - he pushed her away slightly to get at the few buttons she had re-fastened earlier and soon the blouse was completely open...

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Escapades of Eva

Escapades of Eva [part 1 of 10]
By: fuzzycarebear (fuzzy_care_bear@yahoo.com)

Eva sauntered into the mall and headed immediately for her favorite department store. Sliding past the make up counter, and the scent of all the sweet ladies perfumes, she stopped momentarily to ask the directions to the human services department.

As she walked toward the second floor she saw a beautiful man walking toward her. He was very tall and well built. He had a head full of sexy steel gray hair and he nodded to her as he paused for the elevator. The once over that he gave her brought a quick tinge of passion to the middle of her legs. "Oh, I do hope he works here, " she thought. When the elevator opened the two of them entered.

The waiting room in the human services department was crowded and Eva began to fidget. She was counting on this job since she had been unemployed for two months. She was worried that she would not make it with all the women who had applied for this position working on the floor of the large ladies lingerie department. Self-doubt filled her as she looked at the women around her and she was just sure that they were more attractive and much more efficient at their job.

Even though she had a decent figure and lots of long thick red hair, she was in her early fifties and did not have the confidence in her looks that she thought she had when she looked at all those younger tighter bodies. As she watched the women come and go from the room at the end of the hall, she was sure that she was wasting her time here. Just as she was about to give up and leave she heard her name called. She walked to the end of the hall and took a deep breath. Placing a smile on her face she opened the door and entered.

When she looked up the gorgeous man with the gray hair extended his hand. "Hello Miss...?"

She was so taken aback that she hardly remembered answering him. The handsome man in front of her grinned and set her at ease as he said, "I am Dan". She relaxed and they chatted about her background and the fact that she had worked in retail sales for many years. As she chatted with him she could not help looking him over. He was very handsome and she felt a flush on her face. She loved the sound of his deep mellow voice and she once again felt herself getting wet.

As if he had read her mind he said, "I hope you won't mind spending time helping me do inventory for our department after hours. I really need someone who can work evening hours."

She assured him that would be no problem and she hoped he did not notice the blush she felt rising in her cheeks again. They chatted a while longer and Dan said, "Well, I am sold Eva. Welcome aboard and can you start work this evening? "She told him that she certainly could and gave in to a wide grin as she shook his hand.

Then Eva felt the hot wetness between her legs again as he held her hand longer than he should have. He looked directly into her eyes as he said, " Tell me Eva, do you like working with a dominant man? I am very particular about my work and I expect everyone who works with me to be as well. I insist on running things my way whenever I am at work, or at play for that matter." Dan dropped her hand and moved to her side where he loomed over her. He was so close that she could feel his breath on her face.

"Is that alright with you?" he said, in a low voice just inches from her ear.

Eva wanted to throw her arms around him, even though she was totally bewildered with the raw sexual feelings and the attraction she felt over this man who was virtually a stranger to her. His every move and his every word riveted her with longing and desire. She could not move away from him. She desperately wanted him to touch her. She wanted to do whatever it took to feel this magnetic pull from him again and again. Suddenly, she lowered her eyes, because she was sure if she looked directly at him he would see the lust she was feeling.

"I don't mind, " Eva said meekly, "That is just part of the job. And if you will let me run home and change into appropriate clothing for work I will return and be ready to join you this evening." Smiling to herself, she made arrangements with him for that evening. As she hurried to her car she wondered just how he ran things when he was at play. She also wondered what being a dominant man really meant. He had said it in such a way that made her wonder what was different from this man or any other.

....to be continued.

His Wife, My Bitch

His Wife, My Bitch [part 1 of 10]
By: TJC (tcorbiter2011@yahoo.com)

His Wife, My Bitch

The Labor day block party was always fun and that was especially true this year. The couples and families get together for some good barbecue and some drinks and just have a good time, but this year we had a new couple that had moved in join us. Bill, an accountant, and his wife Molly. Both seemed very nice and my wife and I talked about having them over for dinner some time.

Molly was a hot, curvy little thing with curly strawberry blonde hair flowing down past her shoulders. She and Bill hadn't had any kids yet as she was trying to get a catering business going first. At the block party she talked about how kids were not a priority yet. She and Bill were in their late twenties, about fifteen years younger than my wife and I. Molly, wearing tight white jeans and a sweet looking low cut green blouse, flirted continually with the men while telling Bill to go and get her a drink, go and get this and go and get that. She ordered him around like a puppy. Finally I approached her in a quiet moment near the buffet table.

"You have that man of yours trained," I joked as I came up alongside her. Molly had an infectious laugh and her dark brown eyes sparkled as the looked up at me.

"He gets rewarded, I promise you," she said with a wink. It was my turn to laugh, having been caught off guard.

"He's a lucky man," I said and gave her a gentle squeeze on her tight ass when nobody was looking and felt her slide her hand along my forearm. I started to walk away and she called quietly after me..

"Hey Curt," she said and I turned. "You know what house we live in right?" Her eyes looked right through me. I nodded. "Good. Real good." Oh yeah, I thought to myself, it's gonna be real good alright.

-----

Just a couple days later I strolled over to Bill and Molly's house knowing full well Bill was long gone. It was all so surreal and sexually charged. She opened the door in an orange satin robe, her hair damp and freshly showered.

"Bill around, Molly?"

"Like you came here to see him." Molly laughed and let me in, and I heard her lock the door. As I turned around she came up right against me, the sweet scent of her skin and hair fileld my senses. "I had a feeling you'd be by, Curt. Is there something you want?" She leaned in and breathed on my neck. "I have a feeling there is...."

"This situation is a bit of a surprise to me," I said finally, letting my hand move around her and feel her firm ass through the thin material of her robe. There was a glimpse of a nipple as she tugged my polo from my shorts.

"A good surprise I take it?"

"Well...yeah...just wasn't sure if you were a big tease." I felt her fingers on my stomach and squeezed her ass tighter. My cock was bulging in my shorts.

"Your wife is gone, Bill is gone, nobody is around this morning. No teasing." Molly's eyes flashed like a she-devil as she opened my belt and unzipped the shorts. She pushed me into a big chair in her living room and went to her knees, working my shorts and briefs down as I arched to make it easier. This was a confident, sexy bitch. Soon her hands were rubbing up and down my legs before she took hold of my thick, hard cock.

"What are you up to?" I said with a smile, reaching into her robe and pinching and rolling her erect nipples.

Molly leaned her head down, pushing my legs open, sliding her cheek on my inner thigh. "I like to explore a man." She nibbled my leg and cupped my balls with her hand, her long nails felt wonderful against my manhood. "I know what you want," she whispered, her face moving up toward my hard-on. "All men want this."

"Mmmmm you're right about what I want, but just so you know not all men are the same." Her mouth was right near my shaft, her warm breath heightening my arousal.

"Is that so?" Molly smiled up at me as I jiggled her tits with my nipple grip. She knelt straight up and pulled the robe off her shoulders, revealing a pair of perfect 36 sized melons. Lowering back down with a grin, she grasped my cock and rubbed the head over her soft, pouty lips. "Would you like me to suck your cock, Curt?" I nodded, cupping her mounds now, letting my thumbs rub her hard pebbles. She engulfed me with her warm mouth and moaned over my stiff flesh. She knew what she was doing, sliding her face up and down at different speeds, letting her tongue paint the thick vein under my manhood. This was a woman who loved sucking cock. She didn't know it yet, but this was not going to be the last time she sucked mine.

"Mmmm that's a good girl," I told her. "You know how to make a guy happy, huh?" I stroked her damp hair and watched her work. Molly smiled over my thick pole and nodded. Taking a gentle hold of some of her hair I started letting my hand ride up and down with her head as my groin started swirling with little grinds up into her open, willing mouth. The vibrations of mer moans sent me soaring with desire. I wanted to fuck this little thing.

Molly's mouth began moving faster, pushing her face down on my cock, soft gags escaping from her throat.

"You're sucking that cock like you want me to cum in your mouth." I gave her tits some playful slaps. "Is that what you want?" I pushed her face down, filling her throat with my hardness, feeling her gag and seeing her eyes tear up as she nodded her head furiously.

"MMMM..HHHmmmm," Molly finally managed to squeak out.

"I want a please," I told her. I released her head and leaned back in the chair, watching her slide up and off my throbbing cock. Molly's eyes showed shock, but also an unmistakable glint of wanton lust. "I mean it. Say please."

"Oh god you're a kinky guy aren't you," she giggled, lowering her face to lick along my balls. "Please cum in my mouth, Curt baby. Please."

"You're a hot little bitch," I told her.

"You bet I am, Baby!"

"Take it in your mouth and suck me off!"

Molly snapped her lips over me once again started face fucking herself over my manhood. She choked, gagged, and kept twisting her head to look up at me. I felt my body shake as my desire erupted in gobs of hot cream into her mouth. My hands grabbed her firm tits and gave them a squeeze as I rode out my spurting flow while she kept sliding up and down sucking feverishly.

"Slide off my cock," I told her, "but you hold any cum you haven't swallowed in that mouth." Molly looked up nervously but did as I told her. It was obvious she was learning that she wasn't sucking her husband's cock today. "Go to the table and lean over on your elbows, baby." With a dazed expression and holding her mouth shut tight, she gracefully came to her feet and moved slowly toward the table. "Oh and open those legs wide."

Molly was in position, looking down at the table as I stripped the rest of my clothes off. She had shapely legs that traveled up into a perfect ass and glistening shaven slit.

"As you can see, I'm probably a little different than Bill." I saw her nod a response and look back at me as I pulled a chair out and moved it up behind her. "You can swallow that cream now, Baby." I heard her lips smack and then a quick breath taken.

"You're a kinky animal, Curt. God almighty."

Ignoring her as I settled in a chair behind her displayed sex, I fingered her slit, pushing two fingers up inside her. Molly moaned loudly and I saw her leg twitch as I twisted them deep. "Those elbows will not come off the table, am I clear?"

"Yeah, baby, oh god that feels good."

"I'm gonna finger fuck and eat you." I blew my breath over her sex making her shudder before sucking one of her wet lips into my mouth.

"OOOOO..Baby, I love how your hand and mouth work on me." Molly was swaying her ass around as I sucked and fingered her hole.

Molly's wet slit was clenching down on my fingers as I started pumping them in and out of her. I turned my head and lowered down under her legs, my tongue poking at her swollen, sensitive clit.

"Want me to suck your clit?" My fingers were ramming into her pulsating pussy now. "Do you?"

"Yeah, suck my clit baby," she groaned.

I smiled down under her body and pushed a third finger into her little pussy and gave her clit a sharp slap, causing Molly to yelp.

"Oh fuck that stung," she groaned.

"You'll use manners and say please." I pressed her clit with my hand. "Do you want me to suck your clit, Molly?"

"Fuck you're something," she whispered as her legs trembled. "Please suck my clit, Baby. Pleeease."

Closing my lips over her hard bud, I painted it with my tongue, moaning against her wet flesh. My fingers moved back and forth in her slippery slit with loving care as I suckled and ate her sugary sex.

"Ohhh GODDD!!!" cried Molly, pushing herself up and down on her toes. "God damn that's amazing."

"Thinking about Bill right now?" I burrowed up into her wetness, almost knocking her off balance as I worked her hole with my mouth and hand, wanting her to be a frothy, gooey mess. My hand was soaked from assaulting her sopping wet slit while my face was drenched in nectar.

"No....fucking way.....Bill who?" Molly giggled thru her moans and groans of pleasure, while I worked my fingers deep and then slid them out. I started licking her lips and hole as I began stroking my cock back to life with warm, wet fingers.

"Mmmm you taste good, Molly." I said as I licked in and out of her dripping hole. "I wonder if it's as nice to fuck your pussy as it is to eat it?"

"Fuck me, Baby," Molly screamed. "Shove your cock into me."

"I'm not Bill." I slapped her clit harder. "You will use good manners and say please!"

"Mother fucker.....Please.....Please fuck me!" Molly's voice was strained in pleasure and pain. "This is so...fucking weird...."

"Because you're used to controlling things," I said, my tongue licking over her clit. I could tell she could cum at any minute. "You will also ask for permission to cum." Slowly I rose to my feet, kissing and licking the salty small of her back, rubbing my hard cock against her ass.

"Oh, I've heard of this shit, baby, I like it...." Molly moaned.

Molly's skin was velvety smooth, her body tight and toned. I moved my hands all over her back and shoulders before taking her hair in my hand once again. "I know your soaked but I expect a tight pussy or you'll get it in the ass." With that I pushed my cock into her soft, wet slit and grinded against her.

"Oooo God.... Jesus Chrrriiiiist," Molly yelled as I started fucking her clenching, gripping pussy.

"Bill never fucks you like he owns you huh? I bet he's never even considered taking your ass." I pulled back on her hair, snapping her head up.

"God, no," she screamed out through her constant moans. "He likes it normal." I knew I had Molly now, she was surrendering control to me. I took her with powerful thrusts, ramming my stiff cock into her squishy wet slit, grinding myself against her saturated sex while I twisted her hair in my hand. "Oooo god," she yelled out pained voice.

"You have a nice little body for fucking, Molly." My cock was deep inside her now, my free hand reaching in to stroke her swelled up clit. "I might come back and fuck you again."

"Ooo yes ...ooooooooooooo," Molly groaned.

"I think another thing Bill fails to do with you is this." I spanked her ass with a hard THWACK. Molly screamed out in shocked pain but then moaned. With my fingers wet from her clit I spanked her again and again, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, until I saw her eyes tear up. I turned her head back toward me, looking into her wet eyes, full of desire and lust, my manhood penetrating her sweet pussy with a barrage of angry thrusts. I wanted this cocky girl to be reduced to my little sextoy.

"AAaaahhHHHH," Molly screamed. "I need to cum. God I'm gonna cum."

Not hearing a please, I twisted her hair tighter and pushed my index finger into her ass, forcing a squeal from my new little bitch. "Was that your way of asking permission you little slut?"

"PLEASE LET ME CUM!" Molly yelled with a fury born of fearful arousal. Then in a soft, nearly broken voice..... "Please.....may I.......cum?" Oh how I loved the sound of surrender. I drilled her with my cock harder and harder, making her body shake. Filling both her holes, making her feel at long last like a woman truly being taken.

"Do it, Baby," I told her. Pounding her pussy, wiggling my finger deep inside her snug luscious rear. "Cream for me."

"Ohhhhhhhmyyyyyygodddddddd," Molly groaned as if it were one long word while spasms shook her body. I could feel her releasing a flood of warmth over my stabbing sword as I drove deep inside her sex and rubbed against her. Slowly, very slowly, I pulled my finger from her ass.....then I used both my hands to hold her hair and take her with ferocious desire throughout her orgasm. The screams from Molly were like a seductive sexual symphony. I didn't stop fucking her until I unloaded a second gob of cream, this time deep in her well used fuck-hole.

As I slowed down, I let go of her hair and she lay her face flat on the table, her arms limp to the side. My cock slid back and forth slowly inside her sopping wet slit.

"God, you're amazing," she said with plunging breaths. "Never have I......just...never."

"You liked being taken," I told her. "Nice change for you."

"Mmmmmm Hhhmmmmm."

When I finally slid out of her dripping slit, I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them open, then sandwiched my cock between them and wiped it off. She gave a couple little whimpered groans as I did so. Once I was done, I kissed her back and started getting dressed.

"I was thinking of taking a shower here and letting you wash me, but maybe next time."

"Baby, I'd love to, don't go," Molly said sleepily and started to move off the table.

"Get back in position. I didn't tell you to move, did I?" I saw her slowly lay her head and chest back on the table, though she let her legs close a bit. "You stay in that position until you hear me leave. Got it?"

"Yeah, baby."

Once dressed I went over to the table and stroked her ass and back. "You're a hot woman, Molly. I will come back and fuck you again. Would you like that?"

"Yeahhhhh come back and fuck me again," she moaned, then added a quick "please."

"Between you and I, you are my bitch. Say it. Tell me you're my bitch."

"I'm your bitch," Molly said quietly.

"Good." I leaned over and kissed her cheek sweetly. "What are you to Bill?"

"Uh..."

"You're Bill's.....what....."

"I'm Bill's wife," she said finally.

"You're Bill's wife...you're my bitch. Say it." I nibbled her neck as she remained flat on the table.

"I'm Bill's wife and I'm your bitch."

"That's right. Two men to fuck. Both different." I moved toward the door and took a look back at her over the table. The magnificent ass and legs. "By the way, two men is enough. I find out your being a slut to any other man I will slap you around like a whore. Got it?"

"Yeah, I got it," she said evenly.

"Good." I left the house and walked back toward mine. In my mind I pictured Bill coming home to find Molly asleep in that position. It would be hilarious. Hopefully she won't fall asleep bent over the table. It's going to be fun having a bitch down the street and it will be even more fun watching Bill wait on her hand and foot knowing in my mind what it is she really desires.

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Later my wife got home. "Hi Love," she said. "How was your day off?"

"Good, the usual nothing happening around this neighborhood," I said as I put my book down. "Let me take you out to dinner, sweets. What do you say?"

"Great! Let me change first. You're so sweet."

All was right with my world. All was so very right.

TJC

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Weekend Visit - Part 2

Weekend Visit - Part 2 [part 2 of 2]
By: Pegasus4

After I'd showered I rejoined my girlfriend in the bar. She was talking to the couple that we spoke to earlier and it was obvious something was going on as all were smiling as I walked up to them. I soon found out what they were smiling about when the man commented, 'You had a very hot welcome back then.' And looking at his girlfriend said, 'Wish we'd been there to see it.' To which she smiled and commented an agreement. They then said that they had to go and sort a few things and that they would love to come back and join us for a drink later. Once they had gone I asked Carol if she wanted to go for a shower and that I'd look after the bar for her.

When carol came back downstairs she had on an extremely short white skirt that only just covered her backside and a button up black top. She looked so hot but I was unable yet to take advantage of her being dressed so sexily as things got busier towards the middle of the night. However, it quietened down towards the end as people drifted off. I never thought much more about the couple we'd spoken to earlier until Carol noticed them coming back through the door just as most people were leaving. The woman was dressed in a very, very short denim skirt with a low cut white top, showing quite a bit of cleavage. The man was much as before with jeans and fresh shirt. As they settled into a table close to the pool table the man came to the bar to order some drinks. I offered to pay for these as he had done earlier. He asked us to join them if we weren't too busy and Carol and I accepted and said we would bring the drinks over to their table. When we got there he had started a game of pool and we sat back to watch as his girlfriend leaned over the table to line up her cue. Her little skirt rose high on her legs as she lined the shot up and left little to the imagination as her tiny white knickers were pulled tight into her pussy lips. The woman took her time, fully aware that she was showing everything off and was taking great pleasure in doing so. Carol noticed the effect this was having on me as she leaned over to kiss me and rested her hand on the rising bulge in my jeans. As we were partially hidden by the table she daringly unzipped me and released my now very stiff cock. Only the couple playing pool could see what she had done and between shots they kept coming over to chat and watch as Carol slowly teased me. At one point during the game the woman leaned over the pool table, spreading her legs wider than was necessary, teasing us with a clear view of her hot, wet pussy. She was no longer concealed by her panties as the crotch had crept tightly between her pussy lips completely exposing how turned on she was. Whilst she was leaning over, the man walked up behind her and teased her pussy lips apart with his fingers and then slipped one inside of her, making her gasp with pleasure. I reached over to Carol but she stopped my hand going to far up her skirt, enjoying the tease.

The pub was now empty except for the four of us and after we had locked up we decided to play a foursome at pool. The rule being that you had to pot the balls in sequence and if you missed you had to remove an item of clothing. This agreed we started to play. The first few balls were potted easily and the man and I enjoyed the view of the women leaning over the table with their very short skirts exposing lots of leg, backside and very hot pussy. I realised why Carol had not let me put my hand up her skirt earlier as she bent over the pool table much further than was necessary. Her skirt rode way up over her backside and we all had a very clear view of a very wet, very exposed pussy. She wasn't wearing any panties and thoroughly enjoyed letting us discover this as she held her position over the table, her legs spread wide and her pussy lips glistening with her juices. She reached behind herself and teased us even further by sliding a finger along her lust swollen lips and then slipping a finger into herself before she stood up again, smiling as she sat down next to me. My cock was fully erect at the site I just saw and had to run my hands up her skirt to feel how wet she was, witnessed by the other couple as Carol spread her legs to allow me easy access. It was now the woman's turn on the table and she missed the pot. After a small unconvincing complaint, she decided to remove her panties. This was very hot. Both women were now without panties and were thoroughly enjoying the effect it was having on us men.

It was now my turn to play but I never had the chance to pot the ball as I had both women stand directly in my line of site and lift their skirts, exposing two very smooth pussies. Needless to say I missed and had to remove my shirt. Unfortunately, Carol decided that my jeans had to go also and in no time I was stood next to the pool table stark naked as I had decided not to wear boxer this night. My cock was now pointing directly upwards as I walked over to my seat. Carol immediately took me in hand as the game continued. The man potted his ball and it was now the woman's turn. She leaned right across the table, spreading her legs and stayed in that position, giving us all a good look between her legs. Whilst watching her I felt Carol's tongue tease the tip of my cock and her lips slowly slide down its length. The man had now undressed, the pool game forgotten as he positioned himself behind his girlfriend and slowly entered her horny, wet pussy. Carol was continuing to suck on my throbbing cock as we watched him grab his girlfriend by her hips and thrust into her hard. They were also watching us as Carol got faster and faster on me, sucking me and bringing me to the point of coming. Just before I did, she stopped and led me over to the table. She bent over it, raising her backside so that I could enter her from behind. Sliding my cock into her hot pussy I heard her gasp with pleasure as I thrust forward into her. She pushed back against me hard as we watched the other couple at the opposite end of the table doing exactly the same thing. We could hear the woman moaning and saying that she was going to come. Just as she did I heard Carol start to do the same. I was on the point of coming also and just thrust into her, harder and faster, feeling our climax building. From the sounds of the couple opposite they were just the same and very soon the man shot his cum deep into his girlfriend. The sight of them fucking was too much for us to watch and I did the same just as Carol reached behind and pulled me hard into her, also coming, pushing back hard against me as I felt her body shudder with her climax, my cock buried deep inside her.

Afterwards, I got us all a drink and we sat around one of the tables in the bar and chatted about what had just happened. We were all now completely naked and very comfortable with it. I had my hand between Carol's legs, gently stroking her hot, hard clit whilst the woman had her pussy stroked softly by her boyfriend. Carol was softly stroking my cock, which was by now starting to get hard again and the same thing was happening opposite. We weren't finished yet.