Les be Erotica

Morning....

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"Feeling very Shane today"

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422 BW

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Black and white

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Whites

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Couple Pics from the new Batch

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Took about 100 pics the other day, ill try
to post a new one every day... enjoy

Red Heat

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Need to write somemore

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I need to do some more writing, I think I will finish the only To Be Continued in the Archive... Look for results soon...

My lovers gone

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Little Butch

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Modest

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Whites

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Sexy

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The Deck (story idea given by someone else, is written about her)

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The Deck
I feel your eyes on my ass as I bend over the cooler to grab the guy's beer. It was your favorite event, a 60+ crowd of Canadian tourists. Not only was it boring, you weren't going to make any money either. At least I was there to keep your entertained, I offered since something came up with the regular girl last minute.
There were a lot of people on the roof, taking full advantage of the beautiful Florida winter. Its cool out but IM fine in a bikini top and a loose pair of jeans. You're the exact opposite of me as far as clothes, wearing a tight pair of shorts and a cut off shirt to match. I was by far the youngest in the crowd but even at nearly twice my age you are right after.
Reaching one arm over your shoulder I put a hand on your back and lean on you as I reach over the counter to hand off the beer. Any excuse to touch you. I turn and walk back to the other side bar letting my hand brush your ass as I go by. I thought I saw a shadow of a smile on your lips.
We get a little busier but I still find time to watch you. Watch you touch things and talk to people. The way you hands move when you talk. You put your hands on the middle of my back, sliding them down to my ass as your purposely bend next to me to grab a cup. Using my jeans you tug yourself up, giving me a preview of what it might be like for you to tug them off.
“You wear these so low” you remark putting your thumbs underneath my waistband in the front and pulling them out and up. They fall right back down but you knew that was going to happen before you did it. I wasn't wearing underwear and they sat just below the small of my back, in the front just below my hipbones. I shave purposefully to just below that point since that's typically where I wear my pants.
We seemed to have a lull and I walk over by you to grab my lighter from its latest borrower. The borrower requests one of her drinks and since I already had one hand on the bar I lean over a little further to check the cooler. I rummage around a bit and honestly can't find what she's asking for so get on one knee to look better. Looking down you smile saying “While you're down there...” and giggle at my expression. I still cant find the beer and ask again what she's drinking. “Check the other cooler” you are saying to me.
The other cooler is just to the right and happens to be the one you are standing directly in front of. “Spread em” I say and you cant resist turning your heels out a little and leaning on the counter as you do it.
I reach between your legs and open the cooler, digging around exaggeratively causing you to spread them a bit more. I find the beer she asking about and raise slowly, very close to you. Ice cold droplets fall from my hand and the bottle onto your thigh and run down to your calf's, you barely moved when they hit your skin and ran down your leg, it wasn't water i was imagining run down your leg.
I pop the top on the beer and hand it to her. Leaning across to once again make an attempt at my lighter, you beat me to it and snatch it off the counter. “You want it, come get it” you say backing away from me.
“Keep in mind, IM bigger, and stronger than you are” I say “that may be, but im faster”, you half-hop half-dash past, reaching the bar before me. You are holding my lighter over your head which really isn't helping you considering how much taller I am.
Leaning over too far I loose my balance and almost topple us both. Bracing my arm on the bar I catch you between me and it. My lips were dangerously close to yours. “Whoa”, pushing us back up I grab the lighter out of your now loose grip. “Aha, I got it”.
The night went on like this. I kept my lighter in my pocket so that you kept having to fish it out. Your hands would slide into my pocket feeling my thighs down as far as the fabric let you then bringing them back up and turning slightly inward before sliding them out, Then the back pockets, though you knew it was in the front right. I was getting excited with all this proximity going on.
It was getting later and there were a few people left still but likely not for long. It was almost 11 and well, they were still 60 and over need I say more.
Wiping everything down I save the ice chest for last and walking over to it now, grab out a rather large piece of ice. Your back is to me, the ice has already started to melt and drip down the palm of my hand, holding it above your neck I let a few drops fall onto you. You shiver as it runs down eventually disappearing into your shirt. “mmm, I prefer hot and wet” . Checking around quickly I say “that can be arranged” and put my mouth over the drop breathing hot air unto it. I lifted my hand, leaving other drops on your shoulders and neck, my hand was nearly on your hip.
Seeing movement headed in our general direction I move away and turn to grab a beer of my own. After grabbing his request you move and pour yourself a glass of wine. Turning you lean against the bar and watch me over the top of the glass at your lips, sizing me up. “Mmm, what I'd love to do to you up here.”
“Now how can you expect me to behave when you're saying things like that.” “Who asked you to behave?” you countered. I moved over next to you and grabbed my cigarettes off the top of the cooler. “In that case, the things I would like to do to YOU up here.” heh. I smirked “oh yea, like what?” you ask
Getting close to your ear I lean saying “why dont you stick around and find out.” “You're a lot of talk there lady” you answer before I even finish the sentence. “Oh really.” Now my hands were on you, I had you pinned against the bar. “ And if we were laying on that lounge chair over there..?”.
I was running my hands up over your body as I continued “How far would you let me go? Would you let me kiss your lips? Your neck? Your chest?” My hands spread out on your back as I said this. “How far would you spread your legs for me? Can you see me between them? I can see you lying there, one leg over my shoulder, one hand gripping the arm rest and the other pushing my face down on you, but that's just what I see...” I said this as I pulled away from you. “And what makes you think I would be the one on my back gripping the arm rest?” you said turning “Ha” I laughed “You'll come for me at least twice before I even consider letting you touch me.” You laugh at me as I walk around the corner of the bar to start picking up. “We'll see about that.” I hear you mutter as I walk away.
Except for condom wrappers there really wasn't much left to pick up. Judging by the number of wrappers though the fuck police looks to have been otherwise occupied. I smile to myself thinking about the drops of water that had fallen on your leg earlier. The bar is high enough, no one would have been able to see. I should have caught them with my finger and traced them back to their origin. I would have been to tempted to kiss you there without even thinking.
Movement to the left caught my eye, your back was to me straightening cushions on the chairs. Walking up quietly I slipped my hands around your waist. Stiffening at first you then relax when you see my familiar tattoos. “What's this you were saying about all talk?” I asked, kissing your shoulder. “You know how much I want you.” By this point how could you not. I couldn't resist pulling you into me a bit as I said it. “I know you've thought about it, thought about me. Wondered what my hands would feel like on you. Tell me you haven't fantasized about me, what would you have me do too you? Do you imagine my fingers wandering your body, rubbing you, caressing you?
My hands made their way to your nipples, already stiff in anticipation. I barely touch them and you moan reaching your hands up to cover mine, squeezing tighter. “Do you lay patiently, letting my fingers go where they may?” I was pinched your nipples, pulling them out away from your body and twisting lightly. Your back arches in response. “ Do you get wet thinking about my fingers finally dropping to please you?” I could see you squirming at my words, breathing faster as I continued. “Do you picture my finger running over slippery, swollen clit? Are they my fingers you imagine as you stroke yourself late at night?”
I was so excited, talking to you was driving me crazy. Your shorts are the lounge type with the elastic belt and my hand slides underneath easily. Your hips rise to meet me. Slowing I stroke the growing patch of dampness on your thong. I slip underneath, making lazy circles as you try to move back and forth desperate for contact. I manage to stay away, running my middle finger all the way down into you then back up where you want me. I keep the same lazy pace but this time across your clit. You're starting to moan, “oh god...” Putting one foot up on the lounge chair in front of you and spreading your legs further.
“Maybe you wonder what your fingers would feel like between my legs. Mmm, Imagine your fingers caressing and fingering my clit slowly, gently, watching the rise and fall of my chest increase.”
You''re breathing intensely now, wrapping your arm behind your head and around my neck. Your hands catch a fistful of hair and hold it “Dont fucking stop, oh my god.” Your moans were pushing me over the edge “ You're so fucking hot deb, come for me, come hard.” My finger was moving rapidly over the same spot, afraid to move a millimeter and risk losing any of the intensity that was building for you. Your breath hitched and I feel your muscles tighten. You stomach contracts and you pull me down to you, nearly stepping up off the chair as you climax..
We were both breathing hard, sides heaving. “Im so unbelievably horny right now.” I managed between tortured breaths. My hand was still in your shorts, resting just against your inner thigh, your back still to me. Bending lightly I whisper “I think about you, think about fucking you, with my tongue, my fingers, maybe something else. My hand was moving lower, fingers teasing you. “I think about what it would be like to bend you over, rub my cock on you clit, slid into you.
Three of my fingers fill you and you gasp “yea” in response. “If I were packing right now you would be hugging the fence and screaming my name. I know you think about it. Have you seen me grabbing your hips, slipping into you as you hold the fence tightly and move up and down slowly?”
My fingers were making sweeping circles inside you. Stopping I got up, pulling you with me. The shorts and thong slid easily and you step out of them and towards me. Laying down on the lawn chair I pull you over me so that you are facing the fence and the ocean beyond. Your knees come down on either side of my head, god I cant wait to taste you. I grab your ass, pulling you down to my mouth. You taste so sweet. My teeth rake over your spot and you yelp with a shock of pleasure. I push my tongue as far into you as I can and hold it stiff as I move you around on it.
You're leaning back onto the bed, hands splayed out behind you. I move my tongue back up to your clit moving sweetly over and around it. The cleft just under your breast heaves up and down prompting a trickle of sweat to run down the center. The sight was beautiful, reminding me in an instant why I loved women.
I sucked your clit into my mouth, holding it lightly in my teeth as my tongue assaulted it. You were sitting up over me again, hands first in my hair then locked on the fence in front of you. I hit a spot and felt you freeze above me, wild horses couldn't have pulled me away at that second. I was determined to keep my face steady, You hold your breath and for a split second I wonder ifI should stop.
Suddenly your hand grips my shoulder, fingernails embedding themselves in my flesh. You take a deep breath and start shaking as waves of orgasm begin rolling over you.
I continue licking you softly, lightly caressing you in the slickness of your cumm.
Finally you release your grip on my shoulder and lower yourself from my face. IM throbbing in my jeans, nearly desperate as you lay down beside me. I cant take it anymore and reach down, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans in one quick motion. I couldn't help moaning as my fingers finally connected with my clit, “IM gonna come in seconds.” I whispered
You're watching me, looking up to my eyes with a look of surprise and something else, lust maybe. I close my eyes, ready to give myself over to the relief I was so desperately seeking. IM breathing faster, IM almost there.
You're hand is on my arm, pulling my hand from my pants. You slip your fingers where mine had just been, copying my motions. You almost shudder as you push two fingers into me. I beg for another and you oblige, leaning on one elbow as leverage to fuck me with. “Fuck, I said turning to bite my arm. IM barely moving now, your thumb brushes my clit and time stops. I cry out your name as my stomach contracts harder with each stroke and I come clenching your fingers inside me.
After shocks shake me from the inside. You kiss me slowly, your tongue gently seeking mine out, pushing it lightly then biting my lip,. That little tug on my lip was enough to get me started again. We must continue this somewhere else....

The beginning (a little elaboration/continuation of Butches and Babes)

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The Beginning
Earlier that evening we had been talking outside. The night was beautiful but a little chilly and she had been shivering slightly, holding her usual evening glass of wine. I had new movies for her and she had old books for me. She intrigued me, I felt like she had a lot to say, or maybe just express. I found her insanely attractive from the first time I saw her, actually mistaking her for a little dyke. Little did I know then that there was a husband to follow.
My roommate said hi and they were chatting in no time. I didn't take long for us to be “adopted” as surrogate children and treated accordingly. She was very Betty Page meets soccer mom, heavily tattooed but all in places that could be covered with normal attire. Dress ranging from preppy to biker chick, Armani glasses that fit her face impeccably, and almost always shoes with a heel. She was instantly accepting, one of those people you feel like you've known forever. At first I saw her as more on the straight-laced side but fairly laid back then I saw the devil tattoo on her leg and realized I wasn't really seeing who she was yet, this started an infatuation with her despite the fact that she was twice my age.
Through the course of our chatting on the deck I learned that she was actually bisexual, and that her husband allowed her the freedom of exploring that particular aspect of her personality. (Later I would learn it was really much more complicated than that)
Though she liked girls she had drama and it had soured her to those strictly liking girls and not swinging both ways. That and there are interesting unspoken and spoken rules for those in open relationships that can be hard for third parties to understand and even harder to follow. I have been in that predicament before myself and it really sucks for everyone involved.
Anyway, here she was now, through a series of random events, pretty much starting over. We eventually got to talking about books, I love reading and writing and always had, she too loved to read. I gave her the book that I had just finished, it was by one of my favorite lesbian authors who wrote from the Victorian era, and she loved it. We traded books and movies, I was becoming attracted to her intellectualism and our similarity in taste. We would talk about a lot of things and neither of us is shy so the conversation could get interesting. She was crazy and I enjoyed listening to her speak. I loved the way she formed her words and spoke them passionately, as though you were the only one meant to hear it.
It was one of these nights on the deck chatting that really had her under my skin. She was talking about some dish that she made or was good at making and was describing it vividly, mimicking intense pleasure at the imagined taste of the sauce she was describing. I was so caught up that I think my mouth may have been slightly ajar, I turned away quickly sure that I was blushing at her description and the look on her face. I felt like we were in some enclosed space and she was telling me some intimate detail of her life. I looked back but wasn't hearing her because I was focused on her mouth as she spoke and when she moaned at some remembered detail I looked away again. I imagined food was not the only thing that could elicit that look of pleasure. I was turned on, it caught me by surprise and that made it hotter. She made the mistake of telling me what type of woman she found attractive and I never missed a chance to show her how closely I fit the image. She liked em butch looking but still femme if they felt like it. Kinda hard to find to much of that butch aspect with Bi girls... I don't know what it is about that.
I am subtle but can be right to the point when I wanted something and I wanted her. I knew this was going to take patience and I looked forward to it. One morning I was looking particularly cute since I was on my way to the beach. I was wearing short shorts that showed the definition in my legs from being a distance runner, and my favorite bikini top that was little more than two triangles with string, The shorts hung low, just below my hips, and made my stomach look almost too thin in contrast to my jutting hip bones. It was a sexy look and it hit its mark. I walked down to invite her to join me at the beach knowing full well she wouldn't.
She opened the door for me and struggled to keep her eyes on my face. Her gaze slid down to the waist-band of my shorts and quickly back up again. I turned when my roommate came down but out of the corner of my eye I could see her stealing another glance, mission accomplished.
We made small talk for a minute then I left her for the beach, appreciating the tension I was building for myself. I liked that she was starting to squirm a bit when I stood near her, getting a bit flustered perhaps. It was all in my head IM sure, though she knew I wanted her or at least I figured she knew. She said she would never sleep with me or my roommate because she had taken us as her surrogate children. To this I usually replied that I had never agreed to that particular categorization and still wanted to sleep with her.
One night I headed down to her apartment on my way out and knocked lightly on the door. I just wanted to see if she was finished with the books and movies she had borrowed. Her husbands car was gone but hers was there still parked out front next to mine. I was going out for the night dressed in a new pair of jeans that had that slightly tattered worn look, and a beater on top. My hair was pulled back low so as not to interfere with the low fitted black cap I had cocked to one side. I had a thick black belt holding my jeans just below my hip bones. It was the butches and babes contest at a club my friend worked for and though I normally went “babe”, I couldn't find anything to wear. I also borrowed my roommates strap-on for added realism. Standing in front of the mirror for my final check I was impressed, I was hot. I had the butch body which helped. My arms were muscular and toned as well as my back and stomach from years of athletics and strict continued maintenance. I had also gotten thin lately, working to much and not eating enough, but it suited me well and highlighted my strong bone structure. I attempted to make the fact that I was packing as inconspicuous as possible and managed to maneuver to a barely detectable bulge held in place by tight boxer briefs. I looked like a sexy, clean-cut man, my tattoos and small chest adding to the effect,
Finally she answered the door, cracking it as first then opening it wider when she saw it was me. “Hey, what's up? Come in.” she said. The place smelled great and she walked into the kitchen as I spoke, I followed her, stopping in the entrance way to lean against the wall. I said that I was just wondering if she had finished all the books and what she had thought about them. She turned and smiled, saying how much she had liked the last book I had given her. Only the stove light was on and I noticed she had goosebumps though her arm was reaching over hot steaming pots.
She was wearing a tight fitting nightgown of sorts. It was short coming to just about mid thigh on her. She was barely over five feet and it would be little more than a tight shirt on me. She was in amazing shape, her legs were so sexy, probably from the heels she wore on a daily basis. Same for her ass which looked high and tight through the cloth that barely covered it. She had a tiny flat stomach leading up to large breasts that somehow were not out of proportion for her. She had a beautiful face with light hazelish-green eyes, and blond hair with intense highlights. Her hair was cut short and meant to be worn messy which was just how she had it.
As I looked at her I noticed that she seemed a bit fidgety and stole quick glances toward me. More specifically toward my crotch, which due to the angle I was leaning, was bulging conspicuously. I stood up straight rather quickly and made a comment about attending the Butches and Babes event later that evening. “Ah”, she replied, “heading out for the evening then?” I said that I had promised I would go and asked what she was doing for the night. Staying in to catch up on some reading was her answer as she reached above her to the cupboard. As she opened it the bowls within wavered and I rushed behind her putting my hands up to catch them before they fell on her. I pushed against her lightly in the process of putting the dishes back into the cupboard and I began to get flustered, I knew she felt my stiffness against her back.
I turned, walking out of the kitchen and taking a seat in the chair closest to the entrance. She busied herself over a pot briefly, saying over her shoulder she would grab the book in a second. I inquired where her husband was and she said out with the boys. It would have been boring to go anyway she said giggling as she walked into the room. She handed me three of the four books telling me that the fourth was her mission for the night. As she winked at me I noticed which of the titles was missing. I had given her my whole lesbian erotica collection, the last of which was now gone. I inquired as to what she thought so far and she replied that she liked them a lot and that it was a good series. I tell her the last book is the best by far and that I had read it in one day. To that she replied that it would be a long and tortuous night then. By this time she was back in the kitchen removing dishes. I asked why so long and tortuous and she said smiling that with her husband gone she would be left to her own devices. That left me to my imagination thinking about what those devices might be and how she might use them.
I stood up and walked to the countertop, she was in the cupboard behind me placing us back to back. I imagined her alone in bed reading my favorite erotica stories, one hand moving under the sheet, flipping pages and holding the book with the other hand. I turned around and placing my hands on either side of her on the countertop bent to whisper in her ear. Maybe some of my devices could be of use. I caught her by surprise and heard a sigh catch in her throat. If the cock I was wearing had been real, it would have been rock hard.
My mouth was still close to her ear, I knew I should stop, I probably already went to far but I wanted her and she wasn't exactly pushing me away. I caught the very edge of her ear with my teeth but let go quickly, fearing her reaction. I was aching to push her against the counter with my hips. I could hear her breathing, I wondered if her heart was racing like mine. Taking a chance I took one hand off the countertop and grabbed her hip, pulling her into me. She pushed against me simultaneously causing a moan to escape my lips. Jesus I moaned into her ear.
She reached her hand back around to fumble with my belt and suddenly I was at attention. I grabbed her hand and put it back in front of her, placing it as mine had been. I undid the button and zipper still keeping one hand on the countertop, now covered by one of hers. Her nails dug into me as she heard the zipper slide. I was bending slightly over her, still in a position to whisper in her ear. My breath was hot on her ear and she backed into me, grinding her ass against my hips. I stood pulling her up straight as well. Reaching my hand down to the hem of her gown I fingered it thoughtfully before pulling it up slowly and eventually over her head. She was wearing a thong and her ass was nicer than I had thought. God I wanted to push her thong away and fuck her roughly against the countertop. Not wanting her to feel to exposed I took off my own top and pressed my skin against hers. She bent over, putting her hands on the countertop in front of her. I ran my fingertips across the soft tan skin then leaned over and kissed up her spine the muscles in her back tensed as I blew on a spot I had just kissed. My fingers found her nipples already stiff with pleasure. She moaned between ragged breaths as I pinched and pulled at them playfully then rolled them between my fingertips. I slid my hand down her stomach and between her thighs. I twirled her hair around my fingers and tugged gently. “Fuck” she breathed. I slid a finger down lower, it was my turn to curse, she was dripping wet and cried out as I flicked my finger across her clit.
Suddenly she turned around to face me, she kissed my chest as her hands pushed my pants down further off my ass. Cupping my package in her hand she pushed it back hard against me. She tugged at the waistband of my boxer briefs and I was happy to oblige. I pulled them down moving away from the countertop and luckily not tripping in the process. She knelt in front of me kissing my hip bones and just below my navel. Her hand was stroking my cock up and down as she kissed around it. Her fingers found the slit in the leather and she stroked my clit. I thought I was gonna come right then watching her lips wrap around my cock. She took as much as she could, gagging on it before slowly letting it out of her mouth then taking it in again. I had never wanted to be a guy more in my life than in that moment, I wanted to be inside her. I pulled her up to me and walked around to the living room. My jeans were around my ankles with the boxer briefs but I somehow managed to move quickly. The couch was the perfect height and she was quickly bent over it grasping the fabric in front of her. I grabbed her hips pressing into her, I slid in easily, her warmth pulling me in. She strained against me taking all seven inches then letting me pull out completely before slamming back into her again. She cried out into the couch begging me to go harder. I grasped her hips pulling her into me roughly, sweat was pouring from both of us and the air clicked on throwing a chill wave our way just in time. The extreme difference felt amazing. Her body smacked into mine muscles strained and tense. Reaching around I played with her clit fingering the piercing above then teasing her with no direct contact.
I pulled her off the edge of the couch and sat down, she climbed over me with a devilish look on her face. Grabbing my cock, she rubbed it across her clit, letting me just barely enter her she would then pull off again. She kept pushing the base of the cock against me, it was driving me crazy. I grabbed her sitting her down hard on me. Moaning she immediately started riding me. She ground into me, taking every inch and reaching down to finger herself. Her head was thrown back breathing becoming fast, moving faster on me.
Finally I gabbed her hips and heaved her over to the part of the couch we weren't currently occupying. Her eyes widened in surprise and I leaned over, covering her mouth with my own. I flicked her tongue with mine, I kissed her lips, then her earlobes then down to her collarbone. From her collarbone I wasted no time moving down to her hipbones. She arched slightly as I kissed the hollows of her hips. I breathed hot air across her mound which was emanating its own heat. Dipping my tongue between her lips, I taste how much she wants me. Her fingers tangle in my hair as my tongue teases her clit, her body quivers and I lift up so that I am over her, looking at her face. My hips are pressed against hers, her legs spread and hanging, one haphazardly over the couch and the other on the coffee table. Reaching her hand down she starts to stroke me again, pulling me toward her, into her. God she's tight, I could feel it as I pushed into her, her legs were wrapped around my waist heels digging into me. I was moaning and I realized she was to. Her legs tightened around me and she starting coming on my cock with a cry, me coming right after.
I moved slowly in and out, drawing it out as long as I could for her and myself. Gradually I pulled out and sat up somewhat on the couch. Looking at her I had to laugh, never say never I said with a wink. Hearing a car door slam I jerked my pants up over my hips. I didn't know whether it was her husband or not but really didn't want to take that chance. Standing quickly I grabbed the books off the counter where I had left them. She pulled her shirt down over her hips and was smoothing the front just as the door opened. Looking up her husband seemed surprised to see me standing there and I ushered past him as fast as I could, calling over my shoulder to have a good night.
Getting in my car I could not believe what had just happened. Did I really just fuck my neighbor like that? I was beyond aroused and still breathing heavy from a combination of exertion and fear at possibly being caught. I didn't know if I could ever look at her again without smiling and thinking about her bent over the couch with me gripping her ass and pushing hard into her. I heard tapping on my window and jerked in fear. As though coming out of a fog I gradually realized that the tapping was on a window but not on my car window. It was on the window in my bedroom and I was still in bed. The tapping was of tree branches that were in serious need of some trimming. It was already light out and I was sweating despite the breeze coming in the window. For a second I sat there confused as to how I got there when I was just going out for the night. I had to convince myself it was a dream. I was still excited, my cheeks looking flushed in the mirror in front of my bed. It felt so completely real, and judging by the dampness between my legs and the way I felt I had had an orgasm while I slept. It still excites me to this day when I think about it, the source of many excited and flushed cheek dreams. After that night I became consumed, oddly enough not with wanting to fuck her but with wanting her to fuck me.
Not to long after that dream she disappeared for a few days and when my roommate and I saw her again she informed us that she had left her husband and was now working at a clothing optional hotel and resort of sorts and was living there as well. It was a good move for her and soon my roommate and I were seeing her there almost as much as we did when she lived right downstairs from us. I liked where she worked, particularly the seclusion of it and the no tan lines part was nice too.
One night in particular we happened to be sitting on the rooftop of the building where she worked talking and drinking wine. We had also toked on some decent reefer and though my roommate and I were high, she not being a regular smoker, was tanked. The conversation eventually made its way to sex as it usually does with me and we started talking about wanting to sleep with her and why. She was curious, seeming surprised that my roommate and I were so attracted to her. I thought it excited her, she was attracted to us and knowing that we wanted her was exciting. She was adamant about not licking either of our pussies (her words, not mine) but finally agreed to kiss my roommate once with that being the only sexual contact she would ever get out of her. My roommate managed to get her to relent even from that and to say to give it a couple weeks. She proceeded then to kiss her, giving her tongue a thrashing with her own that she wouldn't soon forget. Finishing she stood up and came over to kiss me. I stopped her saying that I wanted her to kiss me because she wanted to and was attracted to me not because my roommate was constantly egging it on. She was sitting close to me and moved into me slightly. My heart was racing as she leaned in to kiss me. I wanted to kiss her so badly but this wasn't at all how I had pictured it.
Her lips touched mine, lightly at first then parting them letting her tongue slip between. Her tongue pressed into mine, teasing me with light prodding. It was nothing like the way she had kissed my roommate and I forgot for a second how to kiss, maybe even my name. I started to kiss her back but to late, she was already pulling away from me. Standing up she turned to go leaning in a bit of a tipsy manner. I watched her walk down the stairs before getting up to leave myself.
I showed myself out and walking to my car felt strangely confused about the whole thing. I got in my car and drove home, not even turning the radio on. I showered immediately, letting the hot water work its magic. I stayed in there for awhile and when I finally got out I realized that it was later than I had thought. I didn't really have anything to do per se but I wanted to be up early anyway so it was time for bed.
I turned back my sheets thinking about her kissing me again. I was annoyed at myself for having blown the only chance I might get and now would have to resort to my imagination. I climbed into bed and pulled the sheets up enjoying their warmth on my partially burned body. I didn't burn where I thought I would and burned everywhere else, figures. I got comfortable stretching out then turning onto my stomach for a more comfortable position. I was trying to remember what it was like to kiss her, mentally I kicked myself again and vowed not to screw up again, should I be so lucky. I felt tortured, thinking about her lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth. I can't even remember kissing back, god she must think, I don't even want to think about it.
In my head it went differently. My hand was now at the top of my shorts, sliding discreetly underneath. Though the covers were over me I still felt slightly exposed.
Getting up to go I call her name out and follow her to the top of the stairs. I suddenly remember how to speak. She stops and turns, looking at me with a look I haven't seen before. I go to her, taking her face in my hands and kissing her square on the lips. This time my tongue did all the parting. I kissed her hungrily pushing my tongue into her mouth to dart against hers.
In bed my fingers were playing with the hairs of my mound, winding and tugging, teasing myself. Not wanting to touch my clit to quickly, I was already so excited.
My hands grabbed her ass, pulling her up to meet my lips. She made a noise and I wondered how wet I had made her before I had even touched her. Her hands were now holding my face and mine dropped down to her breasts, fingering her nipple piercings. I tugged them through the shirt making her moan. I pushed and rolled them around in my fingertips wanting badly to pull her dress up and put them in my mouth.
I couldn't help but touch myself, I was so wet it was ridiculous. I slid my fingers around my wetness stroking my clit every once in awhile. I wanted to come but liked torturing myself, the same way she tortures me only I get off this time.
Her hand is against me, rubbing my jeans making me catch her bottom lip in my teeth as she gained momentum. I put a hand against the wall to steady myself and pushed my hips into her hand. “God, I'm so wet” I whispered in her ear. “Fuck” she breathed in response picking up her pace against my jeans.
I slid two fingers down my wetness and started to move my fingers in and out. I imagined her undoing my button and pulling my jeans open impatiently. Her hand sliding into my underwear moaning “Oh god” as she felt how wet I was.
She strokes my clit pulling my shirt up with her other hand and teasing my nipple with her tongue. Her teeth pull at me, causing me to inhale sharply. I push her hand into me about to beg when she finally fills me. She makes me wish she were wearing a strap on at the moment.
My own fingers stroking me I imagined her with a cock of her own. I would love to get on my knees in front of her and give her the best blow job I have ever given. I had a feeling it would be her first. I imagined what it would be like, taking her into my mouth, stroking her shaft, pushing it back into her.
Her hands are in my hair pulling me into her, hitting her cock on the back of my throat. She was so excited the band to the strap on slid easily between her legs. She was enjoying her first BJ, pulling my head back almost all the way before letting her cock fill my mouth again. I wanted to be the strip of leather between her legs and saying as much slid my finger between it and her. “Oh Fuck” she repeats as I continue to slide my finger up and down the leather strip. I move my finger in time with my mouth going up and down her shaft.
Then she was pulling my hair harder, cumming as her cock filled my mouth. Bending down she pulled me to her and kissed me erotically. The taste of rubber was in my mouth and for a second I worried what she would think. I knew what I thought, I wanted her to take me roughly, fucking me until she fell exhausted against me finally spent. For now my imagination would have to do. Her kissing me only served to frustrate me more. I had built so much sexual tension within myself, it was driving me mad.

I wanted relief from the aching I felt, I ended up pacing one night, so frustrated I couldn't even be around anyone. I had tried doing some lifting, eventually switching to boxing in an attempt to exhaust myself. I fell across my bed dripping sweat and muscles quivering. Images from my past dreams and fantasies flashed through my head. Stripped images, worn down to their most primal beginnings. I wanted her to rage against me, push me against the wall, forget my name in her passion. I wanted her hands tearing at my clothes, tearing at me. I couldn't sleep, my dreams were filled with it. Jesus, Fuck I can't do this anymore. I grabbed my phone and texted her that I would be there in 10 minutes. I doubted she would even see it as late as it was but on the off chance she looked... I raced over not even sure of what I was going to say if anything. I contemplated just grabbing her and kissing her before I said a word but doubted I would try something so bold. Her car was in the lot and though that didn't mean she was there for sure at least I knew she was around and had a better chance of catching her.
Usually access is extremely restricted at night but a couple recognized me from the times that I had been there before and I allowed me to follow them in. I went right to her room and knocked lightly, receiving no response I knocked a little harder. It was dark and if she was there she wasn't going to answer for me. Standing in front of her window I paused, I saw her reflection before I felt her.
Her breath was hot on the back of my neck, I stood still fearing she would move away. One hand circled my waist pulling me to her. I felt the stiffness against my ass, she had managed to hide it well despite her small frame. I put my arms above me on the wall, back tensing at her touch. Her hands were pushing my shirt up, her lips hit my skin and all the air I had been holding escaped my lips. Goose bumps rose on my exposed flesh as she continued to kiss my back. Biting my shoulder blade she grabbed my hips tightly and moaned into me. “I want you baby, IM sorry” she breathed.
All I could say was “Please don't stop touching me.”, barely getting out the last of it as she kissed my back again and ran her tongue up my spine. I grabbed her hand with mine and squeezed it, bringing it to my lips. Slipping her finger into the warm wetness of my mouth flicked my tongue across it rapidly. Her hips moved almost imperceptibly against me. I felt her hold her breath as I grabbed her other hand and shoved it down my pants and into my bikini bottoms. I was soaked before she had even touched me, she had already been fucking me all day in my head. She fingered me roughly, no more in the mood for sensitivity than I was. Subconsciously my hips started to move with her hand. Undoing my shorts I Suddenly remembered that we were still out in a hallway. Grabbing her hand I pulled her around the corner with me. This time she was facing me and I kissed her slowly. Her lips were soft on mine. Her hands were on my chest nearly standing on her toes to reach my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her up to me. Her lips pulled away from mine watching me as she put her hand back down my pants. My mouth was slightly open to hers, breath coming in hot pants on her lips. She pressed her fingers into me as she ran her tongue over my teeth. She couldn't fuck me in the corner, even here, and that's what I wanted.
“Please....” was all I could get out. Half a smile played at her lips, clearly she was enjoying this torture. Turning me around so that my back was now against the wall she knelt in front of me and started kissing my stomach. My shorts were still open and she kissed across the top of my bikini bottoms, reaching my hipbones she nibbled and bit, It tickled and a giggle escaped my lips. She smiled, kissing her way back up to my breasts, teasing each nipple with licking and sucking. I put my hands on the rail behind me squeezing it tightly as she worked ,my nipples in her mouth. I loved to have my nipples played with, between that and her finger still on my clit I was ready to come. I moaned, this time it was my turn to pull on her hair.
“Fuck, IM gonna come for you, God don't stop.” She had no intention of stopping now and biting my nipple she moaned. I did come for her, pressing her head into my chest as she continued to stroke me lightly, still breathing heavy. We rolled on the wall again and this time her back was to it. I leaned into her hand, pressing my body flush against hers. “I want you to fuck me, please.... fuck me.” She grabbed my hand and put it on her crotch, she wanted me to feel what I was begging for.
I pressed it against her, half tempted to just say to hell with it and drop my pants right there. It was a game of seduction and we played it well. She had no idea how badly I wanted her to fuck me. Usually it was the other way around but for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about it... fantasizing about it. I wanted her to dominate me completely, it was in her personality, not so far under the surface I thought. I could not and would not wait any longer, I only knew of one place that potentially had access and headed off in that direction, not turning to see if she would follow. I knew she would, it came from different places but we both needed it.
It was deserted, everyone was either on the roof or in their rooms. It could have been full for all I cared. I walked through the lobby area to the other side and through the door. The smell of fabric softener was strong but I liked it. I stood for a second letting the door close behind me before turning around. The laundry room that also happened to have an unused bedroom in the back. I stood listening, my heart was pounding in my ears, it was all I could hear. Just as I was beginning to doubt her the door swung open. Standing in front of me she too let the door close before moving.
“I shouldn't do this, I can't do this...” “You don't want me?” I interrupted grabbing her hands and putting one on the bony middle of my chest and the other on my stomach, hard with tension. Her other hand was falling, now at the top of my breast. As her hands became her own the one at my breast sought my nipple which was sticking out perkily and the other went down my still unbuttoned pants. “Mmm slippery, tell me, how long have you wanted this?” she asked. I couldn't think straight, her fingers were almost inside me. I forgot the question momentarily. She was turning me around slowly, her hand now reaching into my pants from behind me. Reaching my arms over my head I pulled off my shirt, I wasn't even wearing a bra in my to get out of the house. My clit was so hard that every stroke of her fingertip was like a mini-orgasm, though I could feel it leading up to a bigger one. I rested my elbows on the dryer in front of her and she pushed me up even further, leaving almost no space between the front of the dryer and her hand in my pants. God the intensity just felt out of control, she was teasing me again, pushing her fingers in with just enough pressure then taking them out as much as she could against the constraints of fabric. I was begging for it, backing my ass into her. Desperately grabbing her hand with my own I pushed it into to me forcing her fingers inside me. “Oh my God” comes from behind me in a half ragged breath. “More...please more “ was all I could manage. Between breaths she works a fourth finger inside me and her thumb brushes my clit, once more and IM gonna come. Grabbing a towel on the top of the dryer I stuffed it between my teeth. Her thumb started stroking my clit again and I moaned loudly into the towel, I was close already. I pushed back against her, grabbing her hand out of my pants at the same time. It was time to put out the flame that she had sparked.
Her hand was still in mine as I pulled her through the door to the bedroom. I was doing my laundry there and conveniently the load dried was my own with a comforter and a few bath towels. I grabbed them, throwing them on the bed before getting on it myself. Suddenly I felt shy and unsure of what to do next.
She tugged at my pant legs, pulling them down until I could wriggle them off my ass and fling them off the end of one foot. My bikini bottoms were still on and looking at her I slowly untied each side with one hand, pulling the end seductively though the loop until if fell loose at my side. Leaning up I let the fabric fall away from me. She was still standing on the edge of the bed fully dressed. I got up on my knees and grabbed at her shirt pulling her to me. Our lips met perfectly and I let the bunch of shirt fall out of my hand instead feeling for her nipple. I knew I found it even as she gasped, followed soon after with a groan. She pulled her shirt off allowing my mouth full access to whatever I wanted. “Fuck” she half said, half whispered. I rolled my tongue across her nipple and gently tugged at it with my teeth. Her hands were moving up my hair, pulling me into her at the same time. I switched to the other side and this time busied my hands with her pants. I had them down and off in seconds, and she was kicking them away. It was bigger than I thought and how she had managed to hide it was beyond me. It was at least 7 inches and thicker than mine at home, I wanted it all with her thrusting behind it.
I slipped my finger under the fabric of the strap-on, I wanted to feel how badly she wanted me. She was quivering under my touch, spreading her legs just a little bit wider. “You're soaked.” I said “What you didn't believe me when I said I wanted you?” She replied more of a statement than a question. “Mmm” she sounded, half stepping-half pushing she moved me back further onto the bed. She came up over me on all fours then lay with her hips between my legs. Her cock was pressing into the very top of my inner thigh, some quick maneuvering on her part and she started to slip in. It was bigger than I was used to but I was so aroused it didn't hurt in the least. Oh...fuck, that feels amazing I breathed out forgetting to take in another breath till my lungs reflexed.. I wrapped my legs around her, pulling her as far into me as I could. It felt great but it wasn't the fantasy that had been burning away at me and I wasn't going to wait for another chance to come up.
I stilled her hips and she pulled out of me slowly, looking slightly worried. She was standing with one foot on the floor and one knee on the bed as I got off the end and walked around to her. Cupping her jaw and cheek in my hand I bring my mouth close. “Mmm...yess” I whispered hotly. I grabbed a finger of her other hand, gliding it up and down over my clit and into my wetness. I moved her finger back up quickly knowing that if I didn't I would leave it there till I came again.
“Thinking about you makes me so wet, thinking about your hands on me, your lips, how you taste...I paused letting her move faster... how you fuck.” I said. I took her finger away and turned around, raising her arm over me to avoid the awkward bend. She raised both hands and rubbed them up and down my back once before giving me a light push causing me to put my hands out in front of me palm down on the blanket.
The cool air felt good and she slid into me abruptly, the combination shocking me. I put my head down between my arms crying out with pleasure and a tiny nit of pain at the quick entry. The pain was gone quickly and she put left hand on the curve of my hip and with the right gave my ass a firm smack. I pushed back against her, my ass slapping against her legs as we gained a rhythm. My clit was humming from the vibration, both hands were on my hips now, pulling me back hard onto her. “I can feel how tight you are.” she whispered, slowing to make her point then pushing back into me. She was starting to moan, she shifted and was now hitting my clit with every stroke. She was rubbing her own on the thick leather strap, eyes half-lidded as she got closer to coming. I was close too. She was pulling all the way out and pushing hard back into me. I couldn't hold it much longer, I was going to come hard. Her breath was coming short and fast, she was coming behind me. Hearing her moan as she came pushed over the edge and I started to come with her. My fingers lost their grip on the edge of the bed as she came above me, pushing all the way into me and at last collapsing from the effort.
Still inside me her hips twitched a little bit reminding me of how sensitive I can be after I come. I crawled up a little so that we were spooning, her arm draped over my hips. She made no move and neither did I, just laying silently. Her hand eventually made its way up and down my body, fingertips dragging lightly on my skin. “Don't do that.” I said, fully aware of how I was still responding to that touch despite the orgasms id already had. She kissed between my shoulder blades giving me a chill that I had to shake off. My nipples could have cut glass they were so hard. Reaching my fingers down I traced circles around my clit which was beyond wet from coming just before. She was starting to move her hips again, her cock still inside rocking in and out of me. “Fuck I want you again.” There was nothing but authority in her tone this time, she was taking what she wanted, nothing less. She began rocking harder into me as we lay side by side. She reached over and moved my hand out of the way so that she could stroke my clit, moving her fingers quickly back and forth. “Oh God, IM gonna come for you again.” I moaned. She rolled onto me, holding her upper torso up and pressing her lower body into me. I ended up back where we had started, on my back and her on top of me. She was between my legs and up over me again, looking at me. She had that heady look of sex in her eyes which IM sure was mirrored by my own.
This time she let her hand guide it in then left it there to finger my clit. I raked my nails down her back before reaching for handfuls of her ass as it moved up and down with the motion of fucking me. I pushed my hips hard into hers, I couldn't wait. I wished she could feel me tighten around her. “Im coming, don't stop...” I cried. Squeezing her tightly between my hips I came. She followed seconds later, a peaceful expression coming to her face as she fell onto me, head resting on my chest. For the last two hours it was only her and I in a world far away. It was silent now except for the sounds of our breathing.
I knew she would never fuck me again and I didn't want her too. She would be the first and only woman to ever fuck me. I got up and dressed, quietly slipping out the door. I never looked back, afraid to break the spell. My legs shook as I walked to the car. Maybe the best one yet, who would have thought.

The Bar (another straight crush :) )

2007-11-01T14:31:00.000-04:00

The Bar
Mmm, her hair was soft, she smelled good and she was crazy. She was perfect, great body, great sense of humor, I wanted her from the very second I saw her. She had an underlying sensuality red with intensity. The one thing that had kept me away was that she was straight. My extreme attraction to her made me overly cautious, practically ignoring her at times. She always came to me though, getting me to laugh and marvel at how I couldn't not smile around her.
Tonight we were all drinking and making the most of a beautiful night. She was already mostly hammered and I wasn't far behind. I really hadn't been paying that much attention to her. I caught her looking my way a couple times, the way people look at each other when they think the person is unaware. There was an expression of open curiosity on her face, and something else. Anyway, she looked away when she saw my glance. I walked back over by her and my other friends. Everyone was buying shots and I hardly knew what they were or where they came from anymore.
I whispered to my roommate that I was going to go fix my hair which was straying from its band. Walking over to the bathroom I was surprised to see a lack of lineup at the door. I stood next in line and looked around casually. I could see her looking around but trying to be discreet about it. Our eyes met and she held my gaze for a beat or two. The bathroom door swung open and I walked rather quickly past the exiting person.
I closed the door behind me but did not lock it since I was only doing my hair. Putting my hands above my head to mess with my hair I caught sight of my stomach, nice I thought, not that it was helping my current situation. As I fought to get all my hair in the holder the door pushed open and she wrapped her hands around me, hands spread across my stomach. God you are so sexy she said half quiet. She kept her hands on my mid section feeling my stomach, tight with excitement, . I was tense thinking about her hands finally on me. I grabbed her arm and got behind her, pushing her against the closest wall. One hand held hers above her head and against the wall, the other went right to her jeans. Her hand was on mine while I undid the top button. I pushed my hand roughly against the jeans. She held my hand and I sensed some hesitancy. I whispered to her, “If this isn't what you want we can stop”. She was breathing heavy and moved my hand, entertwined with hers, down the wall a bit. Warm wetness filled my senses as she ran her tongue down my finger. She pulled the zipper of her jeans down to give me more access. I slowly slid my hand to the top of her sexy little underwear, she was still but tense. I let one more finger slide down a bit and was greeted with wet warmth. She moaned and pushed against the wall as I gently played with her. Her clit was swollen and hard, it wouldn't take much to get her to come. Pressing my weight into her and against the wall I reached down further and slid a finger into her. She grabbed me tightly and I added another finger. She was very wet and I slid in and out of her easily. Leaning back she turned to kiss me, I ran my tongue across her and moved my fingers back up to her clit moving slowly across it. Her fingers dug into my arm as I continued to stroke. I stopped fingering her and took my hand out of her jeans. She held it at the top and then sighing let it go. I turned her slowly to face me and was a little surprised to see an almost shy look on her face, mixed with a look of desire. It was so hot that she wanted me that much. I touched the strap on her shirt then pulled it down her shoulder, my other hand got the next. She put her hands on my waist and kissed me sweetly. She leaned up and caught my earlobe in her teeth. “I really wanna come, she breathed in my ear.
My stomach siezed, I pulled her shirt down and put my mouth on her perfect pink nipple, massaging the other one with my thumb and forefinger. I made warm wet circles around her nipple eliciting sexy moans that almost put me over the edge. As I put my hand down her pants again I wasted no time going right to her clit. I wanted so badly to make her come with my tongue on her clit but decided to save it. I moved my mouth to her other nipple and slid three fingers inside her, though it was a tight fit. I wanted her to think about this for awhile so I got a good rhythm pressing into her G-spot as I moved in and out. She was full on moaning, urging me to go faster. I stopped fucking her and found her clit again. She was swollen and throbbing, aching to come for me. I ran my finger up the length of her wetness very softly, feeling her quiver was exciting. I started massaging her once more and she rocked against me. She cried out with her orgasm then relaxed against me allowing me to continue to stroke her sensitive spot. I kissed her roughly and she kissed me back with equal intensity. Her hand was flat against my stomach then she hooked a couple fingers into the top of my pants. She pulled me to her and kissed me like she wanted it again. She buried her hands in my hair and pressed my head against her. I was so wet that I was becoming even more aroused by that feeling. I let her turn me so that my back was now to the wall. She pushed me into it kissing me hard, normally I got off on getting people off but I was so horny that I wanted the release.
Pushing her away a little I slowly undid the top button on my pants with one hand. Her mouth opened slightly and I moved my hand down my pants. I was soaked and as swollen as she. I found a rhythm., God, I said her name and she gave a shudder, looking at me with suprise. I continued to masterbate for her. Finally she grabbed me and ground her mouth into mine. She pushed her hips against my hand and I gave a final moan before climaxing and nearly falling over. She kissed me slowly down my neck to my collarbone and back to my lips. Now I really wanted to taste her. I wanted to spend all night fucking her and making her cum. For now the banging on the door was a sobering reminder that this was neither the place nor the time..

Straight Crush

2007-11-01T14:12:00.000-04:00

V.
I had a crush on her, almost from the first day I saw her. She was one of the hopeless crushes because she was only into boys, typical mid-western girl out of Wisconsin. She was about four inches shorter than I, about 5'3”, dirty blond hair with gray eyes. Very skinny with a great body and smile. She had a penchant for sex that was almost equal to mine. I often listened patiently to her stories of men who just weren't cutting it. Really I enjoyed these conversations, I enjoyed the images they created in my head.
On one particular night it was really slow at work and I was listening to another story about her latest sexual disappointment. I wondered how I would measure up. Maybe she wouldn't be able to handle me, maybe I wouldn't be able to handle her. I doubted that but nothing surprised me anymore. Our conversation was interrupted by people walking through the front door. I leaned closer to her as she spoke to them and as they were walking away I pushed my hips against her, pushing her into the counter in front of her. I had hugged her from behind before, wrapping my arms around her lower waist and squeezing her to me. But that night, feeling bold and very sexually frustrated, I whispered in her ear “I can fuck you better than any boy and you don't have to do anything in return.” With that I turned and walked away, not waiting to catch her reaction. Things were winding down for the night and I was too caught up in trying to get out of there to really give it much more thought.
Walking to my car, I heard someone behind me and knew it was her before words were even out of her mouth... “Wait up” she called. I slowed, not turning and waited for her to be next to me. She asked how work was and I replied “So-so, could have been worse.” “It can always get worse”. She commented. As we got closer to my car I noticed that hers was not around. “Where did you park?. I asked. “A block or so away.” she answered. “You followed me all they way up here for a ride to your car?” “Not for a ride” she said
Her mouth was on mine pushing me against the car, before I even knew what was happening. Tentative at first, she then lost whatever lack of confidence she may have had leading up to that point and pulled me closer to her. Breaking from her gently I commented that I was suppose to make the first move. “You did”. She said as she grabbed the collar of my already half unbuttoned shirt. “I like you.” she said shyly. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes im sure.” she said quizzically. I hadn't been referring to whether or not she liked to me. “In that case...” Sliding my hands around her waist I kissed her neck. I let one of my hands fall to her ass and grabbed her to me, lifting her body into mine. I kissed up her neck and back to her mouth, slowing just before reaching her lips. I wanted her to know just how much I wanted her. I kissed her lips, pulling away as she tried to kiss me back. I put my mouth back close to hers and kissed both sides before running my tongue over her lips. Putting her lower lip between my teeth I gave it a quick nibble before releasing it and kissing her again, I kissed her slowly but with as much sensuality as possible. I pulled away from her only to see disappointment written all over her face. “As much as I would like to continue this here...”I started. “Follow me home?” she said. It was more of a command than a question. “Yea.” I replied.
She walked around to the passenger side and waited for me to unlock the doors. She rested her hand on mine as I drove the short distance to her car. As I pulled up to her car she leaned to kiss me. She kissed me roughly, telling me exactly how excited she was.. She had no idea how close she was to getting fucked in the back seat of my car.
As I was thinking that she maneuvered herself so that she was sitting on my lap, facing me. She pulled her skirt up just above her knees as she continued to kiss me. Pulling her shirt over her head I realized we weren't going to make it to her house after all. Eh I thought, front seat works to. I reached my hands around to her back and undid the clasp of her bra. She really didn't need one, her breasts were small, barely a handful, with high taut nipples. I pushed her against the steering wheel and it gave a little honk, scaring us both. We were in a outdoor lot that charged by the hour but it was late and not even the attendant had stuck around to collect the fee.
I put a nipple in my mouth and tugged it lightly with my teeth, drawing her attention back to me. She moaned and grabbed my arm tightly. I switched to the other nipple and slid my hand under her skirt. I fingered her clit as she moaned, she was so wet I felt it through her underwear. Putting her hands on either side of my headrest she leaned over a bit and lifted her ass off my lap. “ I want you to fuck me” she said into my ear. “Oh you don't have to worry about that.” I said.
Taking advantage of the angle she was in I pushed two fingers into her. Her breath caught in my ear as she started to move up and down on my hand. She was so fucking tight but was asking for more. I added a finger and she started riding harder. “Oh god...” she breathed She put her mouth by my neck and half bit, half kissed me. She moaned into my ear driving me crazy. Tilting my head up with a finger under my chin she kissed me. “Harder.” She breathed. She was starting to moan, half grunting and I picked up my pace, reaching under her skirt with my other hand to stroke her clit. She laid back, this time careful not to hit the horn. I watched her chest rise and fall as she continued to breath heavily between moans. God I wanted to taste her so badly, I would have much rather it were my tongue on her clit. Again she was by my ear. “God IM close...” she said.
I could feel her start to get tighter around my fingers. I debated whether or not to let her come or make her wait and actually follow her to her house to continue. Taking a risk that this wouldn't be the last chance I would have with her, I decided to let her come. I pulled my fingers away from her and focused on her clit, smooth and silky with her wetness. She stayed very still but noise still escaped her lips. Feeling her grip I put my fingers back and began to rock with her. She came hard with one finger on her clit and three inside fucking her.
She collapsed against me, still breathing heavily. She kissed my neck on both sides then kissed my mouth slowly. “That was....” I started. “Nice.” She finished. “So, follow me home?” It was more of a command than a question...

Dinner (written at someone elses request)

2007-10-31T15:56:00.000-04:00

Dinner
I was late as it was and I still needed to stop at the store for a couple things. I should have left early, you asked me to leave early. I should have know better, it was Friday. I just couldn't seem to get out of there, everyone needed something and everything right now because of the upcoming weekend, Then there was the traffic, that at least I had planned on. There was always traffic here no matter what time of the day it was. Today at least, there were no additional problems adding to it.
You wanted to cook tonight but I didn't know what yet. Calling me earlier you had asked me to stop and pick up a good bottle of wine. I didn't think to ask whether you wanted red or white but if I called you now you would ask where I was an I didn't want to disappoint you.
Of course the store was busy, if I hadn't been in such a hurry I would have thought to stop at Big Daddy's closer to work, too late now. I decided to go with a red and got one I knew you would drink regardless of the meal. Standing at the checkout I noticed the flowers on the end cap and added a bunch to the wine. The clerk was smiling at me, or rather smiling at the obvious implications of a bottle of wine and flowers.
Walking out I think about what you might have in store for me when I get to your house. I know you love to cook, I would love to watch you cook. I really needed to shower and change and that was going to be my first order of business when I walked in the house. It seemed to take forever to get to you but in reality I made it in record time. Pulling into the driveway I hoped I had a change in my car, I couldn't remember the last time I had a need to keep a change in the car in case of overnight excursions,
I was in luck, a pair of jeans and an old gray tee were rolled in the back, holding them to my nose they smelled like my laundry detergent so I figured they were safe. I threw my tool belt and hard hat into the trunk and hit the alarm as I headed up the walk.
I walked in calling your name out, the house was semi-dark but there was light coming from the kitchen, barely illuminating the hall. “Hey.” I called out walking down the hall and into the kitchen. The wine is here, IM gonna jump in your shower real quick if you don't mind. “Go ahead, I'll get it.” came your response from somewhere else in the house.
I could smell whatever was cooking even in the shower. You had clams sitting ready, about to steam when I had walked into the kitchen. There was a half empty bottle of white wine sitting on the countertop next to the clams. Since you rarely drink white I assumed it was in one of the steaming pans on the stove. I, on the other hand, prefer white and grabbing a glass off the rack, walked over to pour myself some, taking it with me into the shower. I hit the stereo on my way in and there was a break in the sound before Melissa Ferricks voice came crooning through the speakers. It was my favorite mix CD that I had made of her stuff and since I loved singing in the shower I proceeded to belt out the words. In between songs you poke your head in to tell me you laid something out for me to wear. Shit I thought, I left my clothes sitting on the kitchen countertop apparently worrying more about remembering to take the wine in.
I didn't want to get out, the shower was so warm and I knew the rest of the house was going to be freezing in comparison, even with the air off. Turning off the water I stood in the tub bracing myself for the blast of cold air. Pulling the curtain aside it wasn't as bad as I thought but still enough for my nipples to stand at attention. Hanging off the door handle was an apron with the words “Kiss the Chef” labeled across it. It was the only other thing there besides a towel. Ha, good thing the air is off, I thought to myself. I threw the loop over my head and tied it in the back. Grabbing my wine off the counter I padded out to the kitchen bare ass except for the apron.
You are in similar attire except your apron is yellow and mine blue. “I really think yellow is your color.” I said. Without missing a beat you turned saying that you had thought that too when you picked them up. It was warm from the stove and flames from the burners, I was quite comfortable in nothing but the apron. I poured myself another glass from the bottle beside you and watched as you flitted around the kitchen.
“I think your knot needs to be retied.” I said walking up behind you. “That's funny, I thought I tied it pretty tight.” I undid the knot and let the ties fall down at your sides. I have to lean down in order to kiss your neck as you stir whatever is sitting in front of you, smelling delicious. I knead your ass, moving my way up to your shoulders, rubbing away the tension of your day. “What's cooking?” I ask. “It smells fabulous.” “We are cooking Linguine with clams and a white wine, garlic butter sauce.”
Asking what I could do you tell me to start melting some butter and pounding some garlic. You turn to smack my ass hard enough to leave a quickly fading hand print. “Mmm, don't tease me with a good time.” I said laughing. You were working at the center island and my back was to yours using the microwave for the butter. Waiting for the timer to ding I turned to resume my massaging of you, I worked my hands up your neck and through your hair, I was pulling your hair lightly just as the the microwave went off. Turning my attention back to it, I added some freshly pounded garlic and threw it in for another thirty seconds. I was much more interested in working on you then the meal you were trying to prepare. The microwave went off again thwarting my efforts. I took the bowl out carefully and set it on the stove in front of me. It was really hot but it smelled amazing, I dipped a finger in to taste it and it was perfect, not to overpowering but enough to taste the whole dish.
I let it cool for a minute before dipping my finger in again and brought it to your lips saying to try it. “Mmm.” you moaned, with my finger still in your mouth, I almost dropped the butter making you laugh heartily at me. You grab it from me and pull me into you, turning my mouth to yours as you went. Setting the dish down behind you, you wrap your arms around my neck kissing me as you clasp your hands behind my head. Judging by the way you kiss me, cooking isn't the only thing you have in mind for us tonight. In case the apron hadn't been enough of a hint.
Your teeth pull at my lower lip, hoisting you up onto the counter I pull the apron over your head and drop it on the floor. Going to put my hand down next to you I accidentally hit the spoon that had been sticking out of the garlic butter. Drops went flying, a couple of which landed on your chest and were now rolling down towards your nipples. “And I thought you were tasty before.” I teased. I caught the drip with my tongue and went back up to where it had originally fallen. I did the same with the others and you dipped your fingers into the bowl to drip more for me to lick clean. Your middle finger traced around you nipple leaving it glistening. “Yum” I say, covering it with my mouth and using my tongue to trace around the same path your finger made. Your legs wrap around me, squeezing me tightly as I flick my tongue over your nipple. Grabbing the spoon you drip more butter onto your other nipple and move my head over forcefully. I love it when you get like that, becoming impatient in your arousal.
Rather than risk knocking off all your hard preparation I picked you up from the counter and kissing you carry you over to the table. One good swipe of my arm and silverware, napkins and the salt and pepper shaker went flying. Setting you down I turned and grabbed the butter behind me. It was still warm in contrast to the air which was once again becoming chilly away from the heat of the stove. I pulled my own apron off, shivering lightly from the exposure. Pulling me to you, you pour some of the mixture onto my chest, your mouth was warmer than the butter and felt good in the cold, it felt good period. One nipple was in your mouth, the other between your fingertips. The shades on the window were up and I thought about what a scene we must have created, naked in the kitchen, on the kitchen table no less. I could only hope that someone was out there watching. I pushed you back on the table and knelt in front of you. You exhale audibly when you feel my breath on your skin. A few drops of butter must have fallen from my chest and were now running down the inside of your thigh. My mouth caught them before they fell to the floor, making you moan at the feeling of my tongue snaking higher.
I could see how wet you were and wanted to feel it. My fingers reached up, stroking your lips then spreading them for my thumb to play with your clit. My fingers disappear inside you and I work them around looking for the raised spot on the front wall of your pelvis. I find it and stroke it relentlessly still sliding my thumb up and down your clit. You begin to buck against my fingers and I slow, not done with you yet.
The butter had cooled and I grabbed it up, moving to the microwave while telling you to stay put. Ten seconds, just enough to warm it up again but not make it hot, I dipped my finger in to be sure. Your legs were still spread, knees hanging off the end of the table. Kneeling in front of you again I tip the bowl and let the warm liquid spill down over your sex. “That feels so good.” you say then gasp when my mouth covers your mound. I lick the length of you dipping my tongue into you then running it around your clit. The butter made you extra slippery and four of my fingers slid in with no problem. I licked all the butter off of you before I returned my mouth to your clit. It was engorged with blood and your piercing was sticking up stiffly. I pushed and pulled and teased it, sucking it into my mouth and rolling it around with my tongue then pulling lightly with it between my teeth before lowering to your clit again. You were crying out more insistently, alternating between expletives and begging me not to stop. My fingers started pumping in and out of you, going harder and faster at your urging. My arm was burning from the strain. You were holding you breath as your walls began to contract around my fingers. You were coming hard, trying to pull my fingers out of you as you got sensitive. I pushed into you harder, slamming against the edge of the table. Your hand was still clenched grip tightening, but you weren't trying to pull me away anymore. I could hardly move my fingers, my whole arm was on fire. I fought against it crying out in pain as you were crying out in pleasure. You were coming for me again and I struggled to hold on. My arm was shaking against the inside of your leg, my breath still coming out ragged.
You finally sat up and as your fingers go between my legs I become 6 of my own aching. I stand there, feeling your fingers tease me, slipping around my wetness. Sliding off the end of the table you move me backward till I am against the edge of the center island. My arms were braced behind me, bent at the elbows. I looked really tan in the florescent studio lighting.
Grabbing the bowl from behind you, you pour it down my chest. Warm liquid runs down the center of my chest, spreading out slightly then running down the indent of my stomach muscle. I was leaning back and it pooled lightly at my belly button before running into the hair between my legs. Your mouth covered me hungrily, starting at the top of my breast and working your way down. My nipples were aching for your attention and you don't disappoint. Your teeth pull my nipple out from my body before releasing it and doing the same with the other.
One hand was playing between my legs, grazing up my inner thighs then around to caress my ass. Grabbing my ass roughly you bite my nipple at the same time. I was so turned on, I could feel a drip run down my leg as your mouth worked its way lower, keeping one hand on my ass to pull me closer. Feeling your hot breath on waist my hips move of their own volition. I made a noise of frustration as you moved yourself just out of my reach. You move back, this time waiting to see if I dare move. Your tongue was just barely touching me. I knew you would pull away if I moved closer. I struggled to stand still as your head moved up and down on me. Rewarding my patience you enter me with three fingers, your strokes become urgent contrasting greatly with the slow rhythm of your tongue on my clit.
I couldn't help it now my pelvis was rocking into your hand and mouth, my fingers were tight on the edge of the counter, nails digging into the wood trim. You move closer to me, applying more pressure with your tongue. I stopped moving then, I could feel my orgasm starting to build, my legs were starting to shake and you moaned, your mouth still on me. “Fuck, don't move.” I whispered. My hips spasmed and my stomach clenched. I managed to groan out “oh my god” as I came with your fingers deep inside me, clenching and unclenching on your shaking hand. I held you against me keeping your fingers inside till the waves of my orgasm subsided. “Mmm”, I said pulling you up to me. How about joining me in the shower. Pushing away from me you head to the hallway, hips swaying and ass shaking. I couldn't resist smacking it as I ran past you hitting the music and turning the heat on.

The Long Day

2007-10-30T15:56:00.000-04:00

The Long Day
October 2005
I'm coming home from work and its been a long day... I've been thinking about you. Day dreaming about what you're doing or thinking about, wishing that I could be near you just to calm my restlessness. The lazy rumble of rush hour traffic was clueless to my blight moving as slow as ever. Music did little to calm me but I made the attempt, playing Norah Jones at a low level. My attention was brought back to the road by an occasional road rager making a scene, acting on the frustrations that we all felt at that time of day.
It was nice out, the kinda calm scenery that was often depicted on post cards. The sky was a dark orange with shades of purple and pink fanning out from the sun as it made its final descent shrouded by a few dark clouds. I love this time of night, not quite evening but not really considered day, its a time of transition.
Putting the key in the lock I contemplated how I would greet you. I ran through a few scenarios one of which involved just grabbing you wherever you were and carrying you into the bedroom to show you just what thoughts I had entertained on the way home. As I walked in though, the house was dark and I was kinda glad because I really needed a shower before I could think about doing anything else.
Passing the bedroom on my way to the bathroom I saw you stretched out on the bed in a sports bra and a pair of tight work out shorts. I called your name softly and getting no response I continued on to the bathroom pealing off work clothes as I went and thinking about how much better I felt just being naked. With that thought I turned the water on taking care to double check the temperature before I got in.
I took my time, letting the water run down either side of my neck. I watched it bead off my nipples and run in little rivers down my stomach, disappearing between my legs. I began to soap up thinking how I liked the feeling of being all wet and slippery. I slid my fingers between my legs and over my clit, lazily making small circles, enjoying all the sensations at that moment. I remembered you laying stretched out on the bed and removing my fingers I finished rinsing off and washed my hair quickly. I enjoyed the warmth of the water running over my body for an extra minute before turning off the water and stepping out of the shower. I grabbed my towel still damp from you having showered sometime before. Mmm, I licked my lips at the thought of you fresh out of the shower, dripping wet.
I toweled off and pulled a clean t shirt and pair of boxers out of the basket sitting by the door. You were in the same position that you had been in when I had gotten in the shower. You looked so innocent and delicate laying there asleep, unaware of my intentions. Sitting down on the bed next to you, you barely stirred just a slight twitch and off to dreamland again.
I leaned down and gently kissed the small of your back, a drop of water fell from my hair onto you and I couldn't resist the urge to follow its path with my tongue. My nipples were getting hard as you shivered under my kisses. Kissing my way up to your neck I let my nipples graze your skin. I brushed your hair away and left a few light sensual kisses just behind and underneath your ear. I know you are awake now, taking care to keep still lest I change my mind and stop. I intertwined my fingers with yours an used my other hand to hold myself up over you. Kissing your neck again I murmured in your ear some of the thoughts I had had about you over the course of the day. You answer to this was a moan.
I know how you like it when I whisper in your ear, taking turns nibbling your earlobe and telling you all the things IM going to do to you. I moved and rolled you over so that I could kiss your lips. You kissed me gently at first but then gradually harder placing one hand on my cheek and the other against my shoulder. I felt myself getting wet as you reached up to play with my hair, tugging at it gently. Letting go of my hair you moved your hand under my shirt, the cold of your hand was a shock against the heat of my skin, but it felt good. I got goosebumps as you traced random shapes on my back.
As I sat up to take off my shirt you reached up and did it for me in one quick motion, tossing it to the far reaches of the room. You put your arm around my neck and pulled me back down on top of you, kissing me roughly alternately biting and sucking at my lips. Then pushed me off of you and down so that you could straddle me, you leaned down to kiss my face and lips, down my neck to my chest. I buried my hands in your hair and tilted your head back so I could kiss a path of my own down your neck. Bringing your sports bra up over your head I tossed it in the same direction as my shirt. I took one nipple in my mouth and rolled the other between my thumb and forefinger. My tongue moved in rings then gently flickered back and forth across your nipple, eliciting light moans from you. I switched to the other nipple and again gently sucked and nibbled, holding you against me with one arm. Your heat was so close to mine, it made me ache to fuck you.
Reaching between your legs to feel you through your shorts I rocked you gently against my hand. You pushed against my knuckles rubbing your clit up and down. Laying back I moved you off of me and put you back on the bed. I laid down next to you and moved my hand to the waist of your shorts putting just my fingertips under the band as we kissed. I tried to move my fingers further but you put your hand on mine stopping its descent. You slowly replaced my hand with your own sliding it under you shorts very obviously, making my breath catch. Your other hand went to the waistband of my boxers, then to the opening just beneath, I saw your excitement when you felt how wet I was.
"Mmm, see what you do to me?" I whispered into your ear. You replied by slipping two fingers inside me making me moan sharply into you. You went a little faster then stopped and removed your hand, much to my consternation. As you took your hand from your shorts I caught it in mine and brought your fingers to my lips. I licked each finger slowly, putting them in my mouth, sucking gently and feeling out the ridges with my tongue. Letting go of your hand I reached down to take off your shorts, quickly, for fear you would stop me. You weren't wearing any underwear but I wasn't surprised I knew you wouldn't be.
I moved down to kiss your hip bones accented by how thin you are naturally. I slid my fingers between your legs, seeking your clit and finding it quickly. I ran my finger directly over it and you grabbed my shoulder tightly your nails biting into my flesh, urging me move quicker. Your nipple was in my mouth moving my tongue across it with the same rhythm as my finger on your clit. Listening to your reactions I stopped stroking and slid inside you before you could cum. I loved the way you felt, warm and tight... I slid another finger in and moved them in a cum hither motion, your grip tightened again on my shoulder. I could have made you come then, could have held you tightly against me my forearms burning from the exertion of fucking you. Could have held you as you tightened around my fingers rocking hard against me, taking as much as you could but begging for more as you fought the restraint of my other arm around you. Instead you stopped me and said with a devilish look that is was my turn.
I moaned as you put your hand against my boxers, I could only moan as you touched me. I wanted to touch you, to feel you're wetness again but you're smarter than that and determined. You angled yourself away from me so that I couldn't reach you and slid your hand underneath my boxers. You slid two fingers inside me and moved in the same come hither motion I had just done to you moments before. I want your mouth on my nipple pulling at it roughly, and waste no time leading you there. It was my turn to sigh. "Oh god, harder!" I moaned You responded with your mouth and your fingers. Your thumb played with my clit as your fingers moved inside me. I wanted even more to touch you but still you wouldn't allow it. You moved to my other nipple and this time bit me, before I even felt any pain you were pulling at my nipple with your lips making me half wish you would bite me again. You took your fingers away making me cry out in frustration and disappointment. I brought your face up to mine and kissed you hard, then whispered please don't stop in your ear. Mmmm, you breathed. I knew you, knew how you wanted me to beg for it. Slowly you made your way back down, blowing on my skin, teasing me but not actually touching me. I tried to arch my back to meet your hand but you moved further away from me. I sighed and moaned in frustration and pleasure at being teased. Finally giving in to my aching requests you plunged your fingers back inside me making me moan and shiver simultaneously. You laced the fingers of your other hand with mine. Your thumb brushed my clit and I wanted you deeper. My eyes betray me, you could tell I close. I didn't want you to stop but you won't let me off that easily. Your fingers slowed down as you kissed me gently. Kissed my lips, my neck to my breast, down my stomach to my hips... you kissed the insides of my thighs. You want patience, you make me wait. You liked to watch me squirm underneath you. I didn't think I could take it anymore when you finally flicked your tongue across my clit, almost making me cum on the spot. Then you slid your fingers back inside me, moving them to the same rhythm as your tongue. I wanted to cum so badly, I begged you not to stop, I'm so close, god. You moved faster and I felt myself tightening. Oh god, oh fuck, please don't stop, IM cumming, oh god fuuck. I came with your fingers inside of me stroking me until I shook with exhaustion.... I pulled you up to me, tasted myself on your lips as we kissed. Mm, your turn.

Starbucks

2007-10-30T15:50:00.000-04:00

Starbucks
Starbucks can be good for more than just coffee, it is often the hangout of intellectual types trying to make the grade. Me, Im just trying to look smart, sitting here, sipping my decaf soy iced caramel machiato. Occasionally i will bring a book and thumb through it, paying far more attention to the girls in the shop then the words on the pages.
Today I brought in the latest CURVE to read about some new breakout lesbian hottie. I was engrossed in the article, currently asking the incredibly hot girl from the cover if she's ever had sex with a girl before. The answer is yes regardless of what she tells the interviewer. "She's hot". I look up, brought back from my own pondering on whether or not the girl is gay. "IM sorry" I say, I don't know why I said that, I had heard what she said. I just couldn't think of anything better to say in response. "I said she's hot, she plays Marina from the "L" word." "O yea" , god IM lame. The voice belonged to a woman happening to be a spiting image of the intellectual types I sat there trying to attract. About 5 ft or so, thin with reddish black hair and a delicate face. She was wearing kakhis that fell just below her hip bones and a tight blue abercrombie long sleeve, she also had a sweatshirt tied low and skinny black frame glasses that sat on a short pointed nose. She carried a messenger type bag loaded with what looked like a weeks worth of work. Giving up on some witty response I go back to my article.
I hear her unpack her bag at an adjacent table. Trying to be sly I steal a look over at her but she quickly catches me. I smile and she smiles back, great, real smooth I think. As she heads to the counter I check her ass out shamelessly. Nice, for a second I imagine how perfectly her ass would fit in my hands. As she turns around I quickly avert my eyes and pretend to find something interesting in the juice case next to her. She smiles again and heads back to the table next to me. A couple minutes go by and I look over to her table and to my surprise my gaze was met with one of her own. Obviously not as bashful as I she held my gaze. mmmm I thought, captivating.
I broke first to look out the window. Another cloudy day, a light rain falling. My mind began to wander back to her sitting there next to me studying. A sideways glance showed a pen in her mouth and an intent look on her face. Damn, I wish I was that pen, her tongue twirling around and biting it lightly. I licked my lips and pulled at the lower one with my teeth. She made a noise as she stretched out next to me, through the tightness of her shirt I could see that her nipples were hard. She got up and headed toward the bathroom. As the door closed behind her I debated whether or not to follow. Ah, what the hell, you only live once.
I slid my chair back and tossed the magazine I had been reading on top of her books as I headed toward the bathroom. She was standing at the sink when I walked in and looked up at me in the mirror with half a smile on her face. There were only two stalls, one of which was handicap. Someone was in the first stall so I walked into the handicap one. The toilet next to me flushed and the stall door banged open and shut loudly against the frame. In the meantime someone else came in and stood at the sink long enough to wash their hands. I stood there waiting for the bathroom to empty. As the door opened and shut again I opened the door to my own stall and started to walk out.
I didn't make it very far before I was pushed back through the stall door and up against the wall. She kissed me hard on the lips and reaching behind her pushed the door closed, causing the latch to close with a metallic clink. Her hand found my nipple through my shirt and pulled it lightly, her other hand rested at the top of my jeans . Mmmm I moaned against her lip. She undid the button with one hand, making my stomach tighten with pleasure. Lifting my shirt and bra she put her mouth on my nipple. Willing her to put her hand down my pants, I pushed against her hand and grabbed her ass. I was right, perfect fit.
She finally gives in to me putting her hand down my pants and finding my clit with her fingers. She starts to rub slowly, then gradually faster, alternating speeds. I took her hand out of my pants and turn her so her back was against the wall. I kiss her roughly, with the same intensity I want her with.
I am clumsy undoing the button of her kakhis but manage and push them down a little. She pulls me into her hard causing me to lose balance and fall forward into the wall with my hands on either side of her head. She puts her lips close to mine barely grazing them, teasing me with her tongue. I put one hand on her ass and the other between her legs, feeling her heat and wetness through her underwear.
God, the scent of her is intoxicating making me pause a second to take it in. I wanted to maintain control but the situation was taking over and I couldn't wait anymore. Shoving her underwear aside roughly I pushed into her, immediately rocking her on my fingers. Half holding her up with the hand on her ass I take my fingers out and play with her clit sliding my finger up an down over it. I love the soft slippery feeling of her. I push into her again and pick her up holding her tightly against the wall while I move in and out of her. She moans into my mouth as we kiss making my fingers move faster. She bit and sucked my lip making me moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. I slow down to feel for the place to set her fire, finding it I am relentless. Hearing the door open I clamp my mouth over her s continuing to move my fingers faster, She wraps her legs around me, digging her heels into my ribs. It only makes me move deeper into her. I brush her clit and she gives an involuntary cry just as the toilet flushes next to us. The door once again opens and closes and I lower her to the ground and sinking to me knees in front of her in one easy motion.
I pull her pants down further and put my mouth where I know she wants it to be. Her hands grab my hair and pull me closer. I want every drop of her. I want to explore every part of her with my tongue. Reaching up I put my fingers inside her again and resume my earlier motions. She is moaning as loud as she dares, a restrained look of pleasure on her face. God she tastes so good, My tongue continues to play over her clit as she rocks in time with my fingers inside her. Again the door opens,, " closing time". The door shuts again with a soft whoosh of air. Damn! she gently moves my head away from her and brings her face down to mine to kiss me gently. With that she pulls up her pants and undoes the latch to the stall. With a last look she walks out but not before winking at me. "Ill see you at home". she says and she's gone.......

In The Rain

2007-10-29T20:25:00.000-04:00

In The Rain
2005
I put her fingertips to my lips, lightly kissing the tips of each before returning to her index finger and running my tongue down the length of it. I saw a quick flicker of desire in her eyes as I gently sucked. I replaced her index finger with her middle finger and flicked my tongue over it as though it were her clit in my mouth. She let her finger trail down my lower lip and chin and fall gently to the bed. I leaned over and kissed a trail along her jawline reaching her lips, I ignored them and started another trail of kisses on the other side of her jaw.
It was quiet in the room except for tinking of frozen rain hitting the window, the tin roof sound of it beating down on the metal eves and an occasional rumble of thunder.
I reached over to lift her shirt up over her head, turning her around I undid the clasp of her bra letting the straps fall down her shoulders and onto her arms before pushing them off altogether. I kissed between her shoulder blades fingering the soft tendrils of hair that clung to the nape of her neck. Massaging right below her ears with my fingertips, I continued kissing down to her shoulders. I reached my hands around in front of her to caress her breasts and rub her nipples with the palms of my hands. She scouted onto my lap turning her head away from me so that I could kiss her neck. I reached my hands down to her breasts this time rubbing her nipples harder. She squirmed a bit beneath me, wanting me to touch more of her.
Moving myself out from underneath her I spread her legs with one of mine and lowered myself down as I started to move slowly against her. I pressed my hands into the pillow on either side of her head. Bending I kissed her lips then her neck, nibbling, biting and sucking. She began to thrust into me putting her hands on my chest then moving them to cradle my face as she brought her lips to mine. She held my lower lip between her teeth, giving me an erotic look.
I pushed myself back onto my knees beginning to undo her jeans. She shrugged as I pulled and she was finally free from them, her thong, in contrast, slid off easily. Not wanting to be the only one naked she grabbed a fistful of my shirt and pulled me to her so that she could take it off. I let her then took my bra off for her. She wasted no time putting her mouth to my nipple gathering my breast in her hand. Her other hand went down to my shorts, managing to get the button undone and tug them open with one hand. Feeling the waistband of the boxer briefs I occasionally wore, she gave me an impetuous look.
I wore them when I was feeling butch or wanted the sexy look of my tan hip jutting from bright white Calvin Klien's, she tugged at them impatiently.
I got off the bed and slowly slid them down my hips and off my ass. She watched me with desire, I knew where she wanted to be, knew wanted to feel how much I wanted her. Not one to deny her anything she wanted I brought her hand up to feel how slippery she had made me. She moved her hand away knowing that I would cum quickly if she continued to touch me.
I admired her beautiful body lying naked on the bed for as long as she would let me before she started to get self conscious. Taking my hand she pulled me back onto the bed and into her. Again I put my leg between hers, my bare skin slid easily in her wetness. As we kissed she ran her nails up and down my back, slightly harder with each stroke. I moved my leg away and began to kiss her stomach, following her blond happy trail ever lower. I moved to each hip nibbling lightly before continuing lower to the top of her lips. I sucked each one lightly and flicked my tongue over her clit. I continued to tease, she pulled my head into her grinding herself against my lips and tongue. I slid two fingers inside her beginning to concentrate pressure just below her clit with my tongue.
She'll always come for me, I know how she likes it. I removed my fingers and replaced them with my tongue making long strokes to the top of her clit and back. I stopped briefly pleasuring her exactly how she wanted me to before returning to my former strokes. She was quivering under me, moaning my name. I could feel her getting closer but I wanted to play a little longer. I removed my fingers and my tongue and kissed her, letting her taste herself on my lips. Spreading her legs I put myself down lightly between them so that we were clit to clit. I moaned as we moved against each other. She arched her hips allowing me to enter her as we moved. I kept thrusting my fingers in and out of her, wanting more and more to cum. I didn't want to cum before her so I stopped knowing full well that if I would if I didn't. Pleasing her was far more important right then. I put my mouth on her again listening as the intensity of her moans rose. I felt her begin to quiver around my fingers and I stopped everything. Her cry of frustration made me ache to let her cum right then. I began again, even less time passed before she began to quiver. Again i stopped, removing my fingers and leaving gentle kisses on her inner thighs. This time she made no sound when I stopped and I moved my mouth back to her clit to reward her patience. Knowing I was now in complete control, I decided she had been patient enough. I entered her again and moved against her with rising intensity. I found that spot just below her clit and concentrating on her bodies responses. She rose against me she was begging me silently not to stop. I felt her tighten around my fingers she was almost there. I moved my tongue a little faster against the lower part of her. She stayed against me arching her back off the bed to press against my mouth, my hair tightly gripped in her hands.
She cried out as she came with my fingers inside her, my tongue moving furiously over her clit. I continued stroking her as she held me tightly, shaking from exertion as I teased out the last of her orgasm. I continued to lick her gently. I savored the moment, the taste of her on my lips, the noisy rain still falling outside and her body trembling under me. She was satisfied if only for a while....

2007-10-28T16:05:00.000-04:00

The Library

2007-10-28T12:43:00.000-04:00

The Library

With all the pressure and stress of finals I knew just where you would be. This year was our last of graduate school and nothing was easy anymore. We spent countless hours in the library over the last two semesters. At times I felt like it would have been easier and more practical to just camp out, as I practically lived there already.

It was quiet and the smell of old books was everywhere, I love the smell of libraries. I love being surrounded by the books. There were so many worlds and so much knowledge left unexplored by a vast majority of the population. To me there is a quiet mysteriousness to old libraries matched only by that of museums.

Wandering around I contemplate how to greet you. Its mostly deserted on the first floor. Its the Friday before finals week and it looks as though students are either studying elsewhere or maybe fitting in one more night of partying before inevitable crash sessions begin. If my hunch is correct I'll find you on the fourth floor somewhere, close to a window, work sprawled out around you. Undoubtedly a highlighter in one hand and a pen rolling between your teeth, staring intently at the book in front of you. You learned a long time ago, and the hard way, that it didn't matter how prepared you thought you were there was always something else to study. Unfortunately the exam schedule was working against you this semester making all of your finals in the beginning of the week. This meant the majority of your time over the next couple of days would be spent here. This weekend would be a long one.

Getting on the elevator I realize that despite all the sleepless nights I spent here I was gonna miss it when I graduated. From an undergraduate degree to a second masters, 24 years of my life has been given to academic pursuit. I have no idea where to go from here.

On the fourth floor I find you just a little way from the elevator pretty much as I thought I would. You're sitting cross-legged on a chair head in hand, twirling a pencil in your mouth. You are bent over, staring intently at the book opened in your lap. You jump a little when I come up behind you and kiss your neck. Gently I move my hands up and down through your fine hair letting it fall disheveled to your shoulders. I rub your temples lightly, commenting that you work to hard. Groaning your agreement you get up and turn to face me, leaning against the table behind you. "What brings you up here?" you ask, a smile playing at your lips. I remark something to the effect of a cold night and a hot blond. You laugh bringing your arms up around my neck and pulling me to you. You scouch to the end of the table spreading your legs to bring me between them. Is that an invitation? I inquire. You respond by wrapping your legs around my waist and placing a fingertip on my lips spreading them slightly.
That's all the invitation I need. Taking your face in my hands I kiss you more roughly then I mean to but you kiss me back harder. You slide your finger under my shirt and caress my nipples, gradually letting your finger trail down my stomach to the top of my jeans. An involuntary noise escapes my throat as you start to undo my belt. The pins slide from the holes and I let the belt come apart before pushing you back on the table so that only your knees hang over the edge, your hair splaying out over the other side. As you stretch your arms out above your head your shirt comes up revealing a gorgeous stomach, it amazes me that you manage to stay so thin and fit despite having the worst eating habits. Khakis rest on your hipbones creating a shadow where I so desperately want to be.
Pressing my body into yours I pull your head up to mine and kiss you languidly. I flick over your neck with my tongue leaving a trail of wetness that quickly evaporates into your skin. You put one hand through my hair and the other drags up my back your nails digging into me pulling my shirt up too. I bite your neck before you bring my mouth back to yours forcefully. You kiss the way you fuck, taking exactly what you want without saying a word. Your tongue explores my mouth pausing only to lick my lips lightly. I can feel your nipples grow taut through the fabric of your shirt. You strain, willing me to do exactly as you desire.
Moving back I lift your shirt up till I see the bottom of your bra. You watch me as I kiss down your stomach, the rise and fall of your chest moving faster the lower I go. Pausing for effect I undo the top button of your pants and run my finger along the fine blond hairs that make up your happy trail. You sit up letting your head fall back to rest between your shoulder blades as I Unzip your pants spreading your knees for better access.
As I bend over and kiss you movement catches my eye. Looking up I can see the vague shape of a woman at the end of a far bookcase. She's watching us, head tilted slightly to the side. I watch her for a few seconds longer then continue to kiss you. If she wanted to watch that was fine with me, I feel like having an audience tonight.
I pull your pants down to your ankles revealing the thong I got you for Christmas. It was black satin, I had told you to think of it as my tongue whenever you wore it. Fingering the band I trace it before slipping underneath. A sound escapes my lips when I feel how wet you are.

Looking to the end of the bookcase I think the woman has left. Then I see her, she hasn't left at all but moved for a better view and made herself less conspicuous by watching us over the tops of the books in front of her. I watch her as I continue to play in your wetness., I would give her a good show.
Having an audience, is making me feel cocky, I lift your legs onto the table and climb up over you. I know you can feel that im packing as I angle my hips and press into you. You're ankles are locking behind my back urging me to press harder. Grinding into you my forearms begin to shake from holding myself up. The base of the strap-on rubs against me perfectly, and I start to moan before I can catch myself. Your hand clamps over my mouth and I smile knowing we are being watched. I bite the inside of your hand and flick my tongue across your palm.
Your head is almost completely off the end of the table now, the muscles in your neck straining to support you. Sliding down to and off the opposite end of the table, I pull you with me. I sit in the chair you had previously occupied and watch you get off the end of the table and unto your knees in front of me. Grabbing the top of my jeans you manage the button with one hand, using the other to pull my zipper down. Im not wearing any underwear, not even attempting to hide what I'd walked across campus wearing under my jeans.
I wore your favorite, seven inches with a moderate girth. Your lip gloss highlights the color and plumpness of your lips seductively as you stretch your mouth around it. "Christ" I gasp, grabbing the edge of the table as you start to move your head up and down, working the base against my clit. You were well versed in the art of fellatio having spent high school and a few of your college years dating men. Though we occasionally bring a man to our bed I will rarely give head, preferring instead to watch you do it. I could come just thinking about it...

Grabbing your upper arms I hoist you back onto the end of the table and pull your pants down around your ankles. Spreading your legs as I kneel in front of you I start at your knees and kiss my way up to your inner thighs. My tongue makes circles on your skin, the same circles Im going to make on your clit. Again I push away your thong to feel you, you're swollen with arousal. You moan and push against me, this time having far less patience for my teasing. Letting the fabric fall back into place I breathe hot air on you before sucking in a cool breath, causing you to shiver. You pull my hair, shifting as my tongue teases you through the satin.

Pressing my fingers into your slippery wetness you start to rock against my hand your legs wrapping tightly around me partially lifting your body off the table. Picking you up I press you against the wall, using your back as leverage to thrust my fingers into you. One of your hands grasp my bicep, while the other goes over your head gripping the corner of the wall above you.
I like the feel of my muscles straining in your grip while I fuck you, your legs wrapping tighter around me, urging me deeper. I know what you want from me.
Back to the table, putting you on your back I rip your pants off your ankles, flinging them haphazardly at the window. You spread your legs making room for my hips between them as you grab my cock with impatience, leading me into you.
Sweet fucking Jesus, I don't even know if im breathing as push into you. You're so tight I can feel you stretch to take it all in. I move slowly not wanting to hurt you but wanting to slam against you at the same time. As I pull out slowly you rush your hips back up to mine taking it all in one thrust.
One of your hands is down the back of my jeans gripping my ass. You cry out every time I pull out and push back into you forcefully. I wondered if our guest was wet there watching us from behind age old books. Maybe she was touching herself, wishing it was her I was fucking on the table before me. Maybe it was the opposite and she was watching with disgust, unable to pull herself away. Whatever the reason, I was sure she was still there.
I move faster turned on by the thought of her hand reaching under her skirt to pleasure herself, her breath becoming more ragged as her fingertips quicken their pace. Noise escapes her lips though she doesn't realize it. She is watching now through half lidded eyes. She recognizes me but rational thought is lost on her at the moment. I thrust into you while this little fantasy played in my head. Your cheeks are flushed mouth slightly open, caught in a soundless expression of ecstasy.
Suddenly you cry out, coming hard you hold me tightly against you. I collapse onto your body exhausted and breathing hard from exertion. You stroke my back under my shirt, giving me goose flesh all over my body. After kissing me sweetly you tilt my head whispering in my ear, "we have company". Mmm, I should have known you had seen her, little escapes you.
"I would love for you to lay me down on this table and lick my pussy till I come in your mouth", you whisper in the same sweet tone. I love it when you talk dirty and at this point I don't really care who may be around or watching.
Wasting no time getting my mouth between your legs I immediately start to make circles around your clit, grazing over it gently. You butterfly your legs, giving me full access to what I want. Moving my tongue up and down I start a rhythm that I follow with my fingers inside you. You start to contract immediately surprising me that you are so close already. It excites you to know you are being watched. "Baby", you breath as you come quickly, my tongue still working your clit.
I move up and cover your body with mine, stroking your hair as you calm under me. I can feel your heart rate return to a slow steady beat through my hand on your chest. I look up just in time to see a woman disappear into the elevator. She looks familiar and I think I recognize who she is. I had a professor in an introductory course that I had wanted for the longest time. Everyone knew that I had the biggest crush on her. She had a staring role in more than a few of my wet dreams in college. Being married she was very unattainable but I never shook the crush, even after I graduated I would occasionally think about her. I'm getting excited all over again thinking about how she stood there the whole time watching us. Its getting late and there's a chance she went back down to her office. I would make a detour on my way out, just to say Hi.

Butches and Babes

2007-10-27T17:39:00.001-04:00

I knocked lightly on the door. One car was gone but hers was still parked out front. I just wanted to see if she was finished with the books and movies she had borrowed.
I was headed out for the night dressed in a new pair of jeans that had that slightly tattered worn look, and a beater on top. My hair was pulled back low so as not to interfere with the low fitted black cap I had cocked to one side. I had a thick black belt holding my jeans just below my hip bones. It was the butches and babes contest at a club my friend worked for and though I normally went "babe", I couldn't find anything to wear. I got out the butchest outfit I could find and borrowed my roommates strap-on for added realism.
Standing in front of the mirror for my final check I was impressed, I was hot. I had the butch body which helped. My arms were muscular and toned as well as my back and stomach from years of athletics and strict continued maintenance. I had gotten thin from working to much and not eating enough but it suited me well and highlighted my intense bone structure.
I attempted to make the fact that I was packing as inconspicuous as possible. I managed to manuever to a barely detectable bulge held in place by tight boxer briefs. I looked like a sexy, clean-cut man, my tattoos and small chest adding to the effect,
Finally she answered the door, cracking it as first then opening it wider when she saw it was me. "hey, what's up? Come in." she said.
I said that I was just wondering if she had finished all the books and what she had thought about them.
The place smelled great and she walked into the kitchen as I spoke. I followed her, stopping in the entrance way to lean against the wall. She turned and smiled, saying how much she had liked the last book I had given her. Only the stove light was on and I noticed she had goosebumps though her arm was reaching over hot steaming pots. She was wearing a tight fitting nightgown of sorts. It was short coming to just about mid thigh on her. She was kind of Betty Page meets soccer mom. She was barely over five feet and it would be little more than a tight shirt on me.
She was in amazing shape. Her legs were very sexy, probably from the heels she wore on a daily basis. Same for her ass which looked high and tight through the cloth that barely covered it. She had a tiny flat stomach leading up to large breasts that somehow were not out of proportion for her. She had a beautiful face with light hazelish eyes and blond hair with intense highlights Her hair was cut short and meant to be worn messy which was just how she had it.
As I looked at her I noticed that she seemed a bit fidgety and stole quick glances toward me. More specifically toward my crotch, which due to the angle I was leaning, was bulging conspicuously. I stood up straight rather quickly and made a comment about attending the Butches and Babes event later that evening.
Ah she replied, heading out for the evening then? I told her that I had promised I would go and asked what she was doing for the night. She said that she was going to stay in for the night and catch up on some reading.
She reached above her to the cupboard and as she opened it the bowls within wavered, I rushed behind her putting my hands up to catch them before they fell on her. I pushed the dishes back into the cupboard pushing lightly against her in the process.
I knew she felt my stifness against her back and I was getting a little flustered. I turned, walking out of the kitchen and taking a seat in the chair closest to the entrance. She busied herself over a pot briefly, saying over her shoulder she would grab the book in a second. I inquired where her husband was and she said out with the boys. They had an open relationship, at least on her end. She was aloud to be with women and he didn't care.
She mentioned that it would have been boring to go anyway. This she said giggling as she walked into the room. She handed me three of the four books telling me that the fourth was her mission for the night.
She winked and I noticed which of the titles was missing. I had given her my whole lesbian erotica collection, the last of which was now missing. I inquired as to what she thought so far and she replied that she liked them a lot and that it was a good series. I tell her that the last book is the best so far and that I had read it in one day. To that she replied that it would be a long and tortuous night then.
By this time she was back in the kitchen removing dishes. I asked her why the night would be so tortuous and she said that with her husband gone she would be left to her own devices, turning to smile at me.
That left me to my own imagination of what those devices might be and how she might use them.
I stood up and walked to the countertop to grab my books. She was in the cupboard behind me, placing us back to back. I imagined her alone in bed, reading my favorite erotica stories. One hand moving under the sheet, flipping pages and holding the book with the other hand. I turned around and placing my hands on either side of the countertop bent to whisper in her ear. Maybe some of my devices could be of use.
A sigh caught in her throat. If the cock had been real, it would have been rock hard.
My mouth was still close to her ear. I knew I should stop, I probably already went to far but I wanted her and she wasn't exactly pushing me away.
I caught the very edge of her ear with my teeth but let go quickly, fearing her reaction. I was aching to push her against the counter with my hips.
I could hear her breathing, I wondered if her heart was racing like mine. I took one hand off the countertop and grabbed her hip pulling her into me. She pushed against me at the same time causing a moan to escape my lips. Jesus I moaned into her ear. She reached her hand around to fumble with my belt.
Suddenly I was at attention. I grabbed her hand and put it back in front of her, placing it as mine had been. I undid the button and zipper, still keeping one hand on the countertop, now covered by one of hers. Her nails dug into me as she heard the zipper slide. I was still bending slightly over her, still in a position to whisper in her ear. My breath was hot on her ear and she backed into me, grinding her ass against my hips. I stood pulling her up straight as well. Reaching my hand down to the hem of her gown I fingered it thoughtfully before pulling it up slowly and eventually over her head. She was wearing a thong and her ass was nicer than I had thought. God I wanted to push her thong away and fuck her roughly against the countertop. Not wanting her to feel to exposed I took off my own top and pressed my skin against hers. She bent over, putting her hands on the countertop in front of her. I ran my fingertips across the soft tan skin, leaned over and kissed up her spine. The muscles in her back tensed as I blew on a spot I had just kissed. My fingers found nipples already stiff with pleasure. She moaned between ragged breaths as I pinched and pulled at them playfully then rolled them between my fingertips. I slid my hand down her stomach and between her thighs, twirling her hair around my fingers I tugged gently. "fuck" she breathed. I slide a finger down lower. It was my turn to curse, she was dripping wet and cried out as I flicked my finger across her clit.
Suddenly she turned around to face me, she kissed my chest as her hands pushed my pants down further off my ass. She cupped my package in her hand pushing back against me.
She tugged at the waistband of my boxer briefs and I was happy to oblige. I pulled them down and off luckily not tripping in the process. She knelt in front of me kissing my hip bones and just below my navel. Her hand was stroking my cock up and down as she kissed around it. Her fingers found the slit in the leather and she stroked my clit. I thought I was gonna come right then watching her lips wrap around my cock. She took as much as she could, gagging on it before slowly letting it out of her mouth and taking it in again. I had never wanted to be a guy more in my life than in that moment, I wanted to be inside her. I pulled her up to me and walked around to the living room.
The couch was the perfect height and she was quickly bent over it grasping the fabric in front of her. I grabbed her hips pressing into her, I slid in easily, her warmth pulling at me. She strained against me taking all seven inches before letting me pull out completely and slam back into her again. She cried out into the couch begging me to go harder. I grasped her hips pulling her into me roughly, sweat was pouring from both of us and the air clicked on throwing a chill wave our way just in time. The extreme difference felt amazing. Her body smacked into mine muscles strained and tense. Reaching around I played with her clit fingering the piercing above then teasing her with no direct contact.
I pulled her off the edge of the couch and sat down, she climbed over me with a devilish look on her face. Grabbed my cock, she rubbed it across her clit, letting me just barely enter her she would then pull off again. She kept pushing the base of the cock against me, she was driving me crazy. I grabbed her, sitting her down hard on me. She moaned and immediately started riding me. She ground into me, taking every inch and reaching down to finger herself. Her head was thrown back breathing becoming fast, as she moved faster on me.
Finally I gabbed her hips and heaved her over to the part of the couch we weren't currently occupying. Her eyes widened in suprise and I leaned over, covering her mouth with my own. I flicked her tongue with mine, I kissed her lips, then her earlobes then kissed down to her collarbone. From her collarbone I wasted no time moving down to her hipbones. She arched slightly as I kissed the hollows of her hips. I breathed hot air across her mound which was emanating its own heat. I dipped my tongue between her lips, tasting how much she wanted me. Her fingers tangle in my hair as my tongue teases her clit. Her body quivers and I lift up so that I am over her,looking at her face. My hips are pressing against hers, her legs spread and hanging one haphazardly over the couch and the other on the coffee table. Reaching her hand down she starts to stroke me again, pulling me toward her, into her. God she's tight, I can feel it when I push into her. Her legs wrapped around my waist heels digging. I was moaning and I realized she was to. Her legs tightened around me and she came with a cry, me coming right after. I moved slowly in and out, drawing it out as long as I could for her and myself. Gradually I pulled out and sat up somewhat on the couch. Looking at her I had to laugh, Never say never I said as I winked

After Hours

2007-10-27T17:01:00.002-04:00

After Hours
We were suppose to be out at a movie but for some reason it wasnt showing. Not wanting to go home so early I decided to hang out with her for a while. Instead of the living room in her apt, she led me into her bedroom. I had sat on the edge of the bed for a while but eventually moved back til my head tilted against the wall. After checking her email she joined me on the bed, sitting next to me. We chatted for a bit, nonsense mostly. Work things, random things, her mom who I had actually just met that afternoon. Thats when she put her head on my shoulder and reached around to flick off the little lamp on the table by the bed. In a reflex move I put my arm around her shoulder. I hated laying with her like this. She knew full well how much I wanted her and shamelessly used it to her advantage. Of course I couldnt have her, she was straight. She would flirt with me but I knew she considered it "harmless", she just liked the attention I was sure. We werent exactly touching other than her head on my shoulder. We were both quite then and I was more than a little confused about just what was happening, more teasing? The thought popped into my head if this was what straight girls would be doing, somehow I doubted it.

Suddenly she moved closer to me, wrapping one leg over mine. She seized my hand and pressed it against her. She moved against it as my own breath caught in my throat. I felt her breath slightly on my neck. Looking at her I could see her cheeks were tinged with color, visible even in this near darkness. I lay as close to her as I could, sure that my heartbeat was echoing on the empty walls. Then her breath was on my chin, then her lips on mine. She kissed me urgently then bit my lower lip playfully. She's moving slower against me, more deeply. Her tongue darted into my mouth, caressing my own. I pulled away slightly then pulled at her lips with mine. We kissed like two lovers might stroll languidly on a garden path. I sought to feel every part of her mouth with my tongue.

My hand was now caressing her cheek, fingering the light tendrils of hair curled there. She moved away from me and slipped her shirt over her head and unto the end of the bed. She blocked out what little light the window offered. Grasping my hand she replaced it on her cheek, letting my finger slide down along her jaw I pulled her closer with my free hand. My finger slid down her neck, briefly pausing to feel her heart racing. I traced her collar bone delicately. The muscles of her back were quivering in my other hand, whether from my touch, I cannot say. My fingers trailed to the rise of her breast. Goose flesh began to rise and her nipple was hard as my finger grazed over it.

I would have her tonight, as I have wanted her for so long.

Bringing my mouth to her nipple I covered it and flicked my tongue across it. She jerked at the motion, grasping me to her. My hand slid down to the small of her back and then to her ass, cupping it and lifting her to me. I moved to her other breast as she pressed against me tangling her hands in my hair. A sharp cry escaped her when I caught her nipple in my teeth. My tongue circled as she pulled my face to hers. She kissed me hotly, pressing her face into mine and pulling my hair from behind. I felt as though she might devour me. My hand fell between her legs but I made no direct motion, letting the back of my hand graze her inner thigh. She stilled and I grazed my fingertips up one side and down the other. I took great care to miss what she so obviously wanted. I saw her stomach tighten as my fingers trailed across the fabric of her underwear.

I stroked her lightly through the fabric. Her legs were slightly spread, she rested on her knees sitting up with her legs behind her. Her hand was on my forearm and gradual pressure was building in her fingertips. Her breathing was as ragged as my own. Her lips were so close to mine, not touching and not kissing me. I traced my tongue over them stopping to nibble her lower lip as I applied more pressure to my strokes. She was squeezing my arm, it was starting to burn from the effort which only excited me more. We fell on the bed together, I frantically pulled at the clothes that separated her from me. Finally free I slid my fingers inside her. She was slick and enveloped them hungrily. She cried out as I added another, bucking against my fingers pushing deeper. I lay one arm above her own and strain against her. Our chests move against one another slick with sweat, her nipples brushing my own. She was moaning loudly and I covered her mouth. I could feel her tighten around my fingers as she came.

Her body went limp with exhaustion, Her breath was labored but returning to a more stable pace. I left my fingers inside her slowly moving in her warm wetness. She kissed me then lightly on the lips, gradually she parted them with her tongue and kissed me deeper. I was still very turned on and very conscious of where my fingers still lay. My thumb slid easily across her clit and her breath caught. It was still swollen with excitement. Her fingers found my nipple and begun to tug, gently at first then rougher. I moved up so she could take my nipple in her mouth and felt my own wetness growing.
Her hand reached between my legs pushing my underwear aside. She played with my clit as I played with hers. I wanted her to come again and told her as much. She moaned in response, the vibration felt good against my nipple. She grabbed my hand pulling it up to her lips and kissing it gently. She pulled me to her by the tops of my jeans, her hands reaching into them on either side, She gripped my ass tightly moaning as she pressed me into her. Laying back she pulled me on top of her, her hips moving up to mine. She rolled over, rolling herself onto me. Leaning over she starts to kiss me.
She's rubbing her body up and down on me, feeling the bulge now that I am laying flat. Pressing herself harder against me she kisses my neck then bites me hard. I grab her ass pulling her even harder against me, dragging her over the hard spot in my jeans. She centered her hands flat on my chest lifting herself a little above me. I hurried to undo the buttons and zipper of my pants, pulling my cock free from the constraints of boxers. I rarely pack, and it was my first time with her. Hovering she lowered herself onto me, crying out oh god as the base hit her clit.
To Be Continued...