Washing Day

It was an early Wednesday...laundry day. Mila usually used those hours spent in the Laundromat as time to herself, away from the distractions of roommates and the incessantly ringing telephone.

Today was going to be different, though, she realized as she entered the steamy building. There was only one other person there, sprawled casually in one of the plastic chairs against the back wall. A very attractive man, with a body that Dockers and a white tee shirt that couldn't hide it, also a face that made her catch her breath. He hadn't noticed her yet-he was immersed in a paperback novel. She could see his clothes tumbling in a nearby dryer.

Mila pretended not to notice him and carried her basket to a row of washing machines that was within eyeshot for him, yet not so close that she'd be overt. She set the basket on a washer and began to pull things from it and sort them into two machines in front of her. Her lingerie was at the bottom of the basket and as she reached it, she slowed, stealing a glance in his direction. He had noticed her-he was still reading, but glancing up occasionally in her direction.

She began to pull her lingerie from the basket one piece at a time, holding each up and shaking it out before dropping it into the machine. A lacy demi bra, a pair of wine colored thong panties, and very sheer negligee. Each scrap of silk, satin and lace was displayed for his benefit before being added to the washer. She cut her eyes toward the row of chairs. Oh, she had his full attention now. The paperback was lying forgotten beside him, and he sat straighter in his chair and watched the show. Mila barely managed to hide the smile that crept across her face. There's more to come, honey, she thought to herself...

Mila was wearing a short black skirt, a white tank top, and a blue button down shirt. Off came the blue shirt-into the wash it went. The man's eyes widened and he leaned forward a bit in his chair. Nonchalantly, Mila reached inside the tank top and unhooked her bra, pulling it off through the armholes of her tank, tossing it into the washing machine. Bingo! She could see his erection straining against the khakis. She turned to face him, bending forward, giving him a perfect view of her breasts falling forward unrestrained as she reached under her skirt.

She could hear him suck in his breath. With a devilish grin, she hooked her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down, over her long legs, and off. She picked them up off the floor delicately and tossed them into the washer.

The sound of the bells attached to the front door startled them both. She straightened up quickly, slamming the lids of her washers. He bent forward, trying in vain to hide his enormous erection with the tiny paperback he'd been reading as an old lady entered the Laundromat. The lady carried a small empty basket to a dryer in the row next to where Mila was. Mila grabbed a magazine from her basket and went back to the change machine, tossing the magazine into the man's lap on her way by.

He opened the magazine and used it to hide his hard-on, then realized it was Cosmopolitan. Mila tried not to laugh as she got her quarters, watching his obvious discomfort at his arousal, the old lady, and at being forced to look at a woman's magazine in public. She was enjoying herself immensely, but there was more to come...

The unhampered wetness between her legs was making her a little uncomfortable, as was the swelling of her nether regions in anticipation. Her nipples made prominent points against the thin cotton of the tank top. Yep, she was completely horny. She spent more time at the change machine than was necessary, pondering her next move. Suddenly, the man stood up and strode purposefully toward her, carrying the magazine.

"Mila, there's something I want you to see," he said in a smooth, casual baritone, as if he'd known her all her life. Shit! She thought, wide eyed as she dropped most of her quarters on the floor in surprise. She bent down to retrieve them, mind racing. She sensed the tables were turning. He squatted and began to help her pick up the quarters, paying absolutely no attention to the look on her face.

"How...?" she began to ask, stopping when he pointed wordlessly to the subscription label on her magazine. Dammit, she thought, pretending not to notice the smirk on his face and the erection that still bulged in his pants. "So then what's your name?" she finally asked.

"Hey," he said with a low laugh, "I'm not the one who started this, doll." With that, he stood and returned to his chair, flipping through Cosmo like it was the most fascinating piece of literature he'd ever seen.

Mila was furious...but she was also so horny she could barely walk. Nevertheless, she stood up and sauntered back to her washers, not even giving him a glance on her way by. She fed quarters into the first machine, added soap, and started it, then moved to the second machine. She was putting the first quarter in when she paused. She didn't have enough quarters to run the machine. HE had the rest of them...he had never given them back.

Taking a deep breath, she marched to the row of chairs where he sat, still reading her magazine. She stopped dead in front of him-her bare legs were touching his khakis. He didn't look up.

"Can I have my quarters?" she finally asked, realizing that she sounded completely petulant. He laughed that wicked low laugh again. "I don't have enough to run the machine," she added lamely.

He put the magazine aside and leaned back, jingling the quarters in his hand thoughtfully. "Mila, sweetheart," he finally said, "are you going to follow through on this?"

"What's your name?" she demanded.

"Eric…… Well?"

"Well, Eric," she said breezily, "maybe that's all you're going to get now. Give me my quarters." She held her hand out like a spoiled little girl. He leaned forward, and a victorious little smile crossed her face. Suddenly, he slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, under the skirt. Her knees buckled under her, and a tiny moan escaped her throat before she could stop it. She wanted to cry when he stopped within two inches of her pussy and withdrew his hand.

She could see his fingers glistening with the moisture from just her inner thighs. She could smell her sex as well as he could. Slowly, he brought the fingers to his lips and licked her juice from them, never taking his eyes from hers, and Mila knew he had her.

"I think there's going to be more," he said.

"Oh really?" she managed, wanting him to touch her, yet wanting to stay in control of the situation. But she had lost control a while ago.

"Really," he replied. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down to him so quickly that she almost crashed into him, closing her eyes just in time for the kiss. And what a kiss it was. His lips parted-his tongue explored her mouth. His hands slid up from her hips, one caressing her breasts, the thumb of the other rubbing the nape of her neck. She was on her knees between his legs, small hands moving over his broad shoulders as she drowned in his kiss.

He finally broke it. She paused, breathless, lips cherry red from the kiss, eyes wide and dazed. She was close. She could just barely feel the hardness of his erection against her belly.

"Excuse me for a minute," he said huskily, standing up and moving around her. She slid into one of the chairs, brushing the dust from the linoleum floor off her knees, wondering what he was doing. "We're closing," he said to the old lady folding clothes and staring open-mouthed. She clutched her little basket and scurried from the Laundromat. The surprises would never end, Mila thought as she watched him lock the doors and pull down the blinds in the windows.

"But...what..," she stammered as he returned to where she sat and pulled her from the chair. He stilled her with a finger on her lips. Eric pulled her closer and embraced her, hands roaming over her ass and back as he kissed her on the neck. She moaned softly, holding onto him.

"I own the Laundromat," he whispered as he got near her ear. Mila laughed weakly.

"Oh, my God," she murmured. "I cannot believe this...I am so embarrassed," she said faintly as two bright spots of color appeared on her cheeks. He grinned, still stroking her back and ass.

"Let's make the most of it, shall we?" he said, pulling her tank top over her head. His eyes flashed appreciation at the well-formed breasts and small, hard nipples an instant before his mouth moved to cover one. Mila braced herself against a washer and arched her back, sighing in pleasure as his tongue flickered over her ultra-sensitive nipples, moving back and forth between them. He changed his pace, sometimes nibbling, sometimes sucking like a child. She could feel his dick rubbing against her leg. She reached down to the waistband of his khakis and unbuttoned them, intending to free his dick and have some fun with it.

"I don't think so," he said, grabbing her hands and holding them behind her. "Let's see who's in charge here." He went back to her breasts, torturing her until she thought she couldn't stand it. Now she couldn't move he had her arms behind her and her body pinned between his and the washing machine.

"You just wait," she said through clenched teeth. He nipped her breast hard, causing her to yelp in surprise and a little pain.

"What was that?" he said, laughing as he went back to his enjoyment. When he'd had enough of her breasts, he unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing the neatly trimmed V between her legs. "Very nice," he said, then stepped back and took off his clothes, revealing the gorgeous dick she'd been feeling and lusting after. "I hope you're hungry, Mila," he said with an evil grin.

She matched it with one of her own as she sank to her knees in front of him. The game was hers now...

Mila opened her mouth and took in only the tip, tongue swirling around the head as Eric sucked in his breath. She kept this up for a brief period of time, only now and then taking more of him into her mouth. He wanted more, pushing against her mouth as he groaned. She slowed as he pressed in, silently begging her to take more of him. She slid her lips and tongue over his length, over and over and over until he was thrusting against her mouth, at which point she withdrew from his dick, kissed the tip, and stood up.

He groaned in disappointment. She knew his dick was aching-this gave her immense pleasure as she turned without a word and began to walk away. She was about three steps away from him when he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back to him. She yelped in surprise.

"Thought you were in control, didn't you, love?" he murmured into her neck as he pressed her up against the washing machine, spreading her legs.

"Damn you," Mila hissed, shaking against the cold metal of the washing machine. He reached around and kneaded her breasts, dick pressing against her. She wanted him inside her-she was almost ready to give up the game. Yet pride kept her from saying a word. She stayed silent and trembling against the machine as Eric kissed a path down between her shoulder blades...to her waist...over the globes of her ass...but her resolve left her as he parted the lips of her pussy and ran his tongue inside.

"Ohhhhh God," she gasped as he lifted her up so she was half on the machine, circling her clit with his tongue. She clutched at the edge of the washing machine, legs flailing in midair as he drove her to the edge, licking and sucking and finally fucking her with his tongue. She arched her back and cried out as she climaxed, then, gasping, she gave him what he wanted. She began to beg for his dick.

"Please, Eric, oh please...fuck me...I need you so much...I want your dick...pleease, baby," she gasped over and over as he continued to tease her with his tongue. "Oh God please...I can't take this anymore...please, Eric, please," she moaned.

Finally, finally he stood up, rubbing the head of his dick along her slit and then pressing it into her soaking pussy. She cried out at the rewarding sweet feeling as he pushed himself in to the hilt. Slowly, they began a rhythm, and soon Mila was straining back to meet every one of his thrusts. Faster and faster he went until she was screaming, toes curled as she clutched the washer and came again and again and again. Then he came, filling her pussy as she trembled in the throes of her latest orgasm. Slick with sweat and fluid, she slid down to the floor in exhaustion, Eric panting beside her. After a while, when they had both recovered, he looked at her with that wicked grin again.

"How often do you do your laundry here, anyway?" he asked.

Legal Beagles

The first day at a new job always feels like the first day at a new school. You're "the new kid." Everyone will do one of two things. They'll pretend not to notice you, when in reality all they're doing is talking about you behind your back, or they'll try and be friendly. It's not a big deal to me, and considering how often I've changed jobs in the past few years, I'm sort of used to it. This time, was different. It was my first real job. My hands were shaking as I pressed button fourteen on the elevator. That day was the first day of the rest of my life. I could feel it. Just a few short weeks after graduating law school, due to a few amazing references from a couple of my favorite professors, I had landed an associate position at Johnson & Moore, one of the most prestigious law firms in the city. I couldn't believe it. In the entire twenty-five years of life, I never had such luck.

Just as the elevator door was closing, a hand stopped the door, and a man stepped on. He reached over to press a button on the elevator, but hesitated and stepped back when he saw that I had already pressed the one that he was looking for. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. He looked young, maybe a couple years older than myself. He was wearing a dark suit, and I guess I could consider him attractive. I didn't think much of it, I was too nervous. When the elevator doors opened, I quickly exited and made the turn down the hall towards the offices. It wasn't until I went to open the door that I realized that the man from the elevator had the same destination as I did. He held the door for me, and I could barely say "thank you" before he had disappeared.

"Well, you must be Maragarita Martinez." I heard a voice say from behind a massive desk. A blonde head appeared out from behind it. "I'm Mandy, the receptionist, I was told you were coming. Mr. Johnson's office is just down the hall to the left, he told me to send you in when you got here." I thanked her and started down the hall. All the way down at the end of the hall I found a door that read "Eric Johnson" and knocked. I'd met Mr. Johnson before, and I was perfectly comfortable around him. He was an older man, in his late fifties, with silvery-white hair. He was very friendly and didn't seem so serious about his job, although he was.

"Ah, Maragarita, I've been expecting you. How are you?"

"I'm fine, Mr. Johnson. How are you?"

"Well, thank you. I wanted to take this chance to officially welcome you to the Johnson & Moore family. As a new lawyer here with us, we'd like to do our best to get you used to this crazy business. For the first few months that you're here, you're going to be working closely with my partner, Deshawn Moore. He's going to show you the ropes on how this place works. Unfortunately, you won't be meeting him today, although he is here, he's in meetings all day long. Tomorrow we can get everything started. For today, Mandy is going to show you around the office and introduce you to a few people, and show you your office. Have a nice day"

"Thank you again for this opportunity, Mr. Johnson" I said, leaving his office and heading back to meet Mandy at the front desk.

After a tour of the office which felt like it took a year and meeting about forty people whose names I had already forgotten, I was finally alone in my office. It wasn't too big, but I didn't mind. It was mine. I had my very own office. There was a medium sized desk in the corner, with a very stylish modern laptop sitting on top. There were a few bookshelves, still empty, and in one corner sat two leather chairs and a small table. There wasn't much in the way of décor, but Mandy had informed me that I could change that once I got settled in. There was also a door to the left of the desk, and it connected to Mr. Moore's office. I guess since I was to be working with him often, it made it easier to have joint offices. It seemed like I had been at the office all day, and I was relieved to be out of there when the day was over.

I was so tired when I went home; all I could do was crash on my couch. I changed out of my dress shirt and skirt, and threw on my favorite outfit, a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a tank top. I fell onto my bed, and fell asleep immediately.

The next day I was significantly less nervous to go to work. I rode the elevator alone, and I felt at home walking straight into my office. I said hello to Mandy on the way by. At least I knew one person, I wasn't a total outsider. I had just sat down when there was a knock on my door. I called out "Come in!" to the person on the other side. To my surprise, the door opened, and the person who appeared was the man from the elevator the previous day.

"Well, hello Maragarita! Nice to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you! I'm Deshawn Moore." He seemed so energetic, it was even making me tired.

"Hello, Mr. Moore-"

"Please," he interrupted, "call me Deshawn"

"Deshawn, alright, nice to meet you too. If you wouldn't, mind, please call me Mara, Maragarita is so…formal"

"Of course, Mara. So, how was your first day?" He sat down and we talked for a long time about what his plans were for my future with the company. I had forgotten that I had agreed to have lunch with Mandy, and before I knew it she popped her head in my door. "Hey, are you still coming?" She asked.


"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute."

"Well, I'd hate to keep you, see you after lunch, Mara" Deshawn said. After talking to him for a while, I realized that he was very attractive. He had dark brown eyes, but they were deep. His thick framed glasses made him look smart, and his haircut was perfectly faded. He looked like he worked out, but not excessively. I stopped myself before my thoughts ran away. 'I can't think these things, he's my boss, and I've only known him for a few hours!' I thought to myself.

At lunch with Mandy, I learned that she was pretty much the office gossip. She was telling me all kinds of things about people that I didn't even know.


"So, Mandy" I asked, "what's up with Mr. Moore? How did he become a partner at such a young age? He can't be more than 30"

"Oh, yeah, Deshawn has only been a partner for a few months. Basically, his father, James Moore, was the original owner of the firm. He retired, and he wanted his son to take his place. At only 28 years old! Can you believe it!"

"Wow, his wife must be happy about that"

"Wife? Are you kidding? Deshawn spends so much time at work, he doesn't have time for anything. He's notorious for being too busy to date. He never even shows interest in any girls. I for one, would love to get me some of that," Mandy laughed, "Who wouldn't want to get with a young, hot, successful lawyer?"

"Yeah, I guess" I said, distracting myself with my salad. "Either way, I'm just here to work. Anyway, Mandy, I should be getting back. Thanks for lunch, see you later!"

"No big. See you back at the office!"

I got up and left the table, and my mind was racing all the way back to work. Single? Wow. I had to put that out of my head. Work always comes first.

**

For the next few months, I worked hard, and learned a lot. I was finally assigned a pretty big case, and I spent most of my time at work, working late into the night a few times a week. I always had Deshawn if I needed help, but I liked to handle things on my own. One night, I think it was around nine or so at night, Deshawn poked his head into my office door.

"Mara, you know the office closed about 4 hours ago, you might want to check that clock on your computer" he joked.

"Thanks," I laughed, "But I'd like to finish up some stuff for this case."

"Well I'm ordering food, you want some? You need a break." I agreed, and went back to my work. Deshawn had gone to get food and we were going to eat and then get back to work when he came back. About half an hour later, he appeared at my door with two bags from the Mexican take out place down the street.

"I hope you like Mexican food" he said.

"I should hope so, considering that I'm one quarter Mexican. If not, there must be something wrong with me!"

"Always a joker" he laughed. He invited me to go into his office, where he had a large meeting table surrounded by chairs. He had cleared off one end of the table and spread the food out. He came to sit by me, and before I knew it we were chatting like old friends. He had also opened a bottle of wine, and before I knew it, the wine was gone. I wasn't drunk, but I wasn't sober either.

"You know Deshawn, I don't get why the girls here think you're uptight. I for one think you're fun!" I said, while trying to stand up and tripping and falling back into my chair. So, maybe I was drunk.

"They think I'm uptight?" Deshawn asked "Well. I don't know. I guess I'm not really interested in any of them. They're all so….."

"Gossipy?" I asked

"Yeah." He agreed.

I got up, and did my best to go back into my own office. Deshawn opened the door for me, and followed me into my office. I tripped again, and he tried to stop me from falling. Somehow, in the process, we both ended up on the floor, laughing uncontrollably. I got up and sat on my couch, and he sat down beside me. I turned to look at him. I never truly realized, how sexy he was, before then. He was wearing a white dress shirt, which was slightly rumpled (probably from me falling on him). It was unbuttoned at the top, and he had taken off his tie. He was staring up at the ceiling, his arms at his sides. I decided that my chance was right then. I reached over, and I grabbed his hand. "Deshawn" I said, "do you have any idea how attractive you are to me?"

"I was just about to ask you the same thing, Mara." Before I knew it, we were inches apart. I looked into his deep brown eyes, and couldn't help but lean in for a kiss. It was one thing to kiss a beautiful man, but after being around him for so long, the sexual tension all being released was amazing. Our tongues entwined, and hands were everywhere. I ran my hands over his head, kissing him as hard as I could. I wanted him, and I wanted all of him.

"Deshawn" I said "I want you"

"Mara" he moaned "I want you too"

I slid my hands down his muscled chest, unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it off to reveal a perfect, chocolate chest and the most beautiful washboard abs. I moaned at the sight, it was just too hot for me to handle. He pulled off my dress over my head, revealing my black lace bra and matching panties. Running my hand down his body, I reached his belt buckle. I opened it and to no surprise of mine, his dick was already hard and ready to go. I slowly moved my hand up and down the shaft of his throbbing hard dick, while his hand found its way into my now very wet panties. We both moaned with pleasure, and I felt myself reaching orgasm just as his pulsing dick erupted with cum.

We lay there in silence for a few minutes, taking it all in.

"Mara" Deshawn said quietly.

"Yes?"

"That was fucking hot. Mara, fuck me. Fuck me now." He begged.

I gave him the answer he wanted by kissing him hard. He grabbed me and threw me back on the couch. He kissed me and started to slowly kiss down the length of my body. He stopped at my breasts, taking each rock hard nipple into his mouth. I could barely stand it. He made his way down my stomach, his tongue going further and further with each kiss. I felt his throbbing dick rubbing my slit, and I was almost brought to orgasm just thinking what was about to happen.

"Ready, Mara?"

"Oh yes" I moaned "Fuck me Deshawn, Fuck me HARD!" I was so desperate to get fucked by his massive dick, I couldn't think about anything else.

He then rammed his dick into my throbbing wet pussy. I hadn't realized how big it was until right then. I couldn't help but moan, from pleasure and pain, from pleasure caused by pain. He slowly started to move in and out, and the rhythm got faster and faster. I could hear his breath getting heavier. Just knowing that he was about to cum made me so much hornier, and that's when I had the most earth shattering orgasm of my life. It's a good thing no one else was around, because I screamed so loud, they could have heard me three floors down. He moaned at the sound of my screaming, and once we both couldn't stand it anymore we collapsed in a pile on the couch.

"Deshawn" I said, "I love you."

"I love you too, Mara."




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Overnight Delay

David had noticed the dark-Skinned woman when she first boarded the plane back in Salt Lake City. She took a seat a few rows ahead of him and he could see the edge of her if he leaned out of his seat a little, which he did, just to satisfy his curiosity. She carried a leather satchel and a camera case, and wore a pair of heavy black shoes, the kind with thick knobby soles, good for roughing it or for looking like you might rough it if you needed to. But what really interested him was the way the woman's hair fell like a tea-colored waterfall down her shoulder.

David wondered how it would feel under his fingers, how her hair would smell if he buried his nose in the woman's neck. Or, better yet, how would it feel to have her hair hang down around him as they kissed.... As this reverie washed over him, David felt his breath settle for a long moment deep in his lungs, then felt it rise up slow, and savored the fleeting remnant of spring fever that could still make him swoon, from time to time. Of course, he didn't dwell on the feeling, since he knew it wouldn't do him any good to get too turned on now, thirty-thousand feet up in the air and still hours from home, so he sat back in his seat and turned his attention to the square of darkness outside his window. Out there, the world was wrapped in the velvet cloak of a moonless night. The dark-Skinned woman slipped out of his thoughts, her shadowy image wafting away to mingle with the invisible clouds. Now thoroughly relaxed, David clicked on the overhead light and reopened the book he'd been reading.

Later, when the plane landed in Memphis, where David had to transfer to the flight that would take him to Durham, he noticed the woman with the beautiful hair again. She walked ahead of him down the concourse of the somnolent airport, her satchel over one shoulder, her camera case in her other hand. She didn't seem to be in a hurry, and David had a hard time adjusting his pace so that he didn't overtake her on the way to the distant gate. She was tall and slender, with a nice little ass, the muscular kind that you can get from riding a bike or running.

Her hair swayed to and from against the small of her back, nearly hypnotizing David , who was already feeling a weird buzz from traveling in the middle of the night. He enjoyed the view until, about halfway down the ramp, the woman suddenly stopped and turned to face him, a questioning look on her face. David pulled up short, momentarily worried that he had been found out as an amateur stalker. But, no, the woman wanted to know if she was heading toward the right gate. She told him when he caught up with her that she had never been through this airport before, that she was looking for Gate 9. She showed him her ticket as she explained her confusion. David smiled and told her, no, she was fine, Gate 9 was just ahead, that he was heading there himself, for a flight to North Carolina.

They walked the rest of the way together, after they introduced themselves. Her name was Lauren, and she was a photography teacher at an art school in Raleigh. He told her a little about himself, that he owned a bookstore near the university in Durham. Lauren nodded and said, hey, yeah, the one with the cool old stained-glass window, and David said, yes, that's the one. They laughed a little about the small coincidences of life, then took seats next to each other in the passenger waiting area near Gate 9.

They weren't there long, however, when an announcement came over the loudspeaker, a voice breaking the peace of the deserted concourse to tell the few travelers that Flight 219 was delayed by a snowstorm that was hovering over the mountains to the east. David checked with the attendant on night-duty, and found that there wasn't much chance of anyone going anywhere until at least that afternoon. Lauren shook her head in a show of frustration, then her mood brightened when David suggested they go get something to eat, perhaps a late-night dinner, or an early-morning breakfast, whichever she preferred. Sure, she said, that would be good. They were both traveling light, and had nothing to check, so they left the gate and ambled up the concourse in search of an overnight restaurant.

The only place open 24 hours was the cafe in the lobby of the airport hotel. David and Lauren served themselves to a corner booth, then ordered coffee from the lone elderly waitress. They talked for a while about nothing in particular, David still feeling a little spark of excitement somewhere down the length of his spine, a kind of wonderment from knowing he was actually in the company of the woman who'd caught his eye before. During their conversation, David asked Lauren about her work, and she pulled a black-bound portfolio from out of her satchel. Passing it across the table with a sly grin, she said, "Well, normally I wouldn't show this stuff to a complete stranger, but I guess we're not really strangers anymore...."

When he first flipped open the portfolio, David was a little shocked, though he quickly got over it. The book was full of images of nude women, with an emphasis on close-ups of shaved vulvas. They weren't pornographic pictures, more like abstractions, studies of shape and light, so that each vulva was more like a flower than anything to do with sex. David wasn't exactly aroused, but he was fascinated by the variety of forms a vagina could take.

Lauren said, "I know, it's like Georgia O'Keefe...right? She painted all those orchids, made them look like vaginas...except always denied that's what she was doing. Well, the thing is, I think my work's more about celebrating the beauty of the feminine anatomy, without hiding anything. Kinda like saying 'yes' to sex, you know? Instead of being embarrassed about it like some artists used to be, like O'Keefe was. Though, god knows why I'm telling you all this...." Then she smiled in silent acknowledgement of how quickly two people can become friends, if the mood and place are right. David smiled back, and a thought floated up into his consciousness which made his heart beat a little faster as he considered the possibilities...

An hour later, David and Lauren were in a room on a middle floor of the airport hotel. They had decided together that it would be pretty unpleasant to spend the next ten hours waiting for their late plane in the hard plastic seats by the gate. David had suggested that he might grab a room, take a nap or something...and Lauren had tugged gently on his sleeve and said, "Well, you know what we could do...?" When he heard what she had in mind, David felt like he had crossed over into some new kind of universe, one where beautiful women didn't just evaporate away like waking dreams. He told her that he liked her idea very much, and so they had gone, hand in hand, up the elevator and into this cozy little room that looked out onto a field of winking red and blue lights.

They stood at the window a while, watching the dark shapes of jets rumble down the runway like sleepwalking elephants. Then Lauren took David's face in her hands and they began kissing, slow at first, then with more heat, and David then knew for real how good Lauren's thick silky hair felt against his neck...

After they had both shed their clothes, they settled onto the big bed and rolled around for a while, exchanging sloppy wet kisses, their hands roaming all over. David licked a trail down Lauren's shoulder, inhaling the sweet perfume of her bronze skin along the way. Then Lauren opened her legs wide to let David dive into the sopping-wet cleft of her sex. She moaned happily as David nibbled and sucked on her swollen clit, then began to knead her own nipples under her fingertips as he tongue-fucked her warm throbbing pussy. David pressed his bulge into the mattress, making a wet spot on the sheets where his sticky precome flowed out. He was close to an orgasm even though Lauren had yet to touch his penis, but he knew he could hold on for a while, especially since he enjoyed eating pussy so much.

Lauren began to pluck at his hair, then moaned loudly and pulled him off her twitching vagina. She said, "Wait, wait...let me get my camera...I want you to take a picture...hold on..." Then she rolled off the bed, one hand pressed hard against her dripping pussy, the other rummaging around through the pile of clothes on the floor. She grinned at David when she found what she'd been looking for, then tossed him her camera case, saying, "Would you? I'd love it if you would shoot some pix of my pussy." David was so aroused by now that he would have agreed with any wish or desire she might express. He nodded and wiped the pussy-juice off his mouth with the back of his hand. Lauren said, "If you want, if you don't mind, I'd also like to take a picture of your dick...you look so good like that." David glanced down at his aroused manhood, which bounced up and down at the base of his belly, and said, "Yes, anything, yes...but first let me get a shot of your sexy little wet lips.."

He knealt between Lauren's knees and looked through the camera's viewfinder at the lovely pink slit of her. Lauren splayed her netherlips apart with the fingers of both hands, giving him a better look at the rosy aura around her tunnel. She teased out her pearlescent clit from beneath its wrinkled hood, and thrummed it lightly with her thumb, moaning as she did so. David composed a shot as best he could, framing Lauren's erect nipples and her sexy thighs within the field of view. Then he clicked the shutter, which let a flash-image of Lauren's excitement burn its way onto a silvered plastic tongue of film, a mirror image of the picture that was now deeply imprinted in David's mind.

They played like that for an hour or more, taking turns posing for each other. David stroked himself to the very edge of cuming. Once he squirted a creamy dollop of cum right onto the macro lens, and they both laughed. Then Lauren finger-fucked herself an inch away from the camera, while David looked through the viewfinder as her gorgeous vulva spasmed through one "o" after another. David felt himself melt with pure lust as Lauren's milky cum flowed out of her trembling pussy.

After an hour or so, they were finally out of film, and dawn was blooming over the greasy tarmac outside the steamed-up hotel window. Lauren tossed the camera aside and said, "Now, how about we just fuck each other silly?" And David agreed that sounded like a very good idea. He laid back on the bed and Lauren straddled his aching Dick, sliding up and down on it with a wet squelching noise. He bucked his hips to force his manhood deep into her slippery hole, then reached up to massage Lauren's full sweaty breasts.

They fell together into a nice slow rhythm, then raced each other up the slope of an all-consuming orgasm. David felt his dick fill with electric sparks of pleasure, then felt his warm swift seed erupt from his pulsing glans. Lauren cried out as her muscles rippled with a sympathetic vibration. She jumped up and down on his dick, milking him of every last drop of cum. David reached around Lauren's hips and squeezed her ass hard, pressing her down to where she ground her clit into his pubic bone. They both took their time coming down, while giggling quietly at how wild they'd been.

Later that day, rested and content, they dressed and headed back downstairs to rejoin the real world. They found that their flight was due within the hour, and when it arrived, they managed to swap seats with a couple of other passengers, so that they could sit together as the plane glided over the snow-covered hump of the Smoky Mountains. They talked on a more intimate level now, and made plans to get together more often for some recreational sex and nature photography. When they parted at the airport in Raleigh, they shared a long deep kiss. With a wicked grin, Lauren promised David that she would send him a set of the photographs they'd made together. Then they said goodbye, very reluctantly, though both knew it would only be a matter of days before they were entangled in a warm embrace again...