Thursday, August 23, 2012

Real Estate Wonder

"Hello Carla, my name is Mr. Roland. I'm calling in regards to your listing on Maple Drive. I'm prepared to make an offer based on the description online, but I do want to see the property before proceeding. I will be in town on business tomorrow, and have a few hours between my last meeting and my return flight. I hope that we can arrange to meet for a walk-through at 7:30pm. If that will be possible for you, please return my call, and I'll look forward to meeting you tomorrow."

That was the only message on my voice mail when I arrived at the office yesterday morning. I was new to the real estate business, and was still waiting for my first sale a few months after getting started. When I originally thought of getting into real estate, the market was incredibly hot, and I was sure it would be a great way to save money for graduate school without having to put in too many hours. Unfortunately, things had cooled down since then, and I didn't yet have any sales to show for my enthusiasm and hard work.

Needless to say, I immediately followed up on this lead. It wasn't every day that someone called out of the blue, ready to make an offer! I normally wouldn't agree to meet a new client for the first time at such a late hour (it would be after dark this time of year), but I decided to trust my gut feeling about the man from the businesslike tone of his voice mail, and go ahead with setting up the meeting. I returned his call, and when he didn't answer, left him a message confirming that I would be delighted to meet him at 7:30, and gave him my cell phone number in case anything came up.

Yesterday had dragged on after I placed that call and went to my classes. Today, after a few hours of homework, I turned my focus to the meeting, and the potential of my first sale. I wanted everything to be perfect, and decided I should arrive at the house on Maple Drive early. I grabbed a quick dinner on campus at about 6:00, and then went back to my apartment to pick out the perfect outfit. Since getting into real estate, I had quickly learned that appearance was critical. Some people talk about 'location, location, location', but appearances - of the house, of the neighborhood, of the realtor - can make or break a deal.

I was proud of the careful staging I had done of the vacant house on Maple Drive, asking the sellers to leave certain pieces of furniture and decor. Now it was time to present myself appropriately to this particular potential buyer. From his voice mail, I knew that he was a confident, well-off businessman, professional and no-nonsense. So I changed out of my college-student attire into the one suit I owned, a fitted black jacket and matching knee-length skirt. I chose a red silk blouse to wear under the jacket, and then settled on black stockings with a subtle fishnet pattern, and black heels. As I stepped in front of the mirror to do my hair, I enjoyed the feeling of confidence that washed over me. I looked professional, on par with what I expected from this mystery man, but I also looked hot, my 22-year-old body filling out every curve of this suit perfectly. My shoulder-length black hair now pinned back, I headed out to meet him.

I arrived at the house at 7:15 - plenty of time to do a quick walk-through to make sure everything was in order. I turned on lights here and there, lit a few candles, and turned on some music in the living room. I made sure that the windows on the south side of the house were closed, to keep out the road noise that was really the only negative about the house's location. Everything was ready, so I stood by the front window, watching for him to arrive.

At exactly 7:30, I saw a nondescript sedan pull up in front of the house, and watched as a man emerged from the driver's side. Dark as it was, I didn't see him clearly until he stepped onto the porch into the light from the house. Damn, he was handsome! I was glad I had decided to wait inside and let him ring the doorbell, because it took me a moment to regain my professional demeanor. He was tall, probably 6'3", with an athletic body which looked spectacular in his designer suit. He had striking brown eyes and close-faded hair, with a bit of a five-o-clock shadow. I guessed he was probably in his early 30s maybe late 20's, and that's as far as I got with admiring his appearance before he rang the doorbell.

Taking a few deep breaths and walking slowly the few steps towards the door, I greeted him with a welcoming gesture, inviting him into the house as I said, "Mr. Roland, I presume?"

"Yes, thank you for meeting me here, Carla - I recognize your picture from your website."

"My pleasure, it's no problem at all," and then, trying to sound a little less ridiculously eager, "please, take as much time as you'd like to look around, and let me know if you have any questions."

"Well, I reviewed the listing thoroughly online, and saw all of the pictures, so I think all I need is a quick walk-through to make sure I'd like to go ahead with an offer."

"Great, well, let's start by going through the main level, and then I'll show you the upstairs, with the wonderful master suite."

As we walked through the house, I was again impressed with his confidence. What I had sensed in his voice mail was obviously accurate - here was a man who knew what he wanted, and had the determination to get it. I also couldn't help finding myself attracted to him, although obviously the deal was too important to me to do anything so silly as hit on him.

The upstairs of the house really was quite nice, I thought to myself as we walked through the master suite. It had been a bit of a fight, but I had convinced the sellers to leave their king-sized bed, complete with its beautiful silk sheets, to help show off the room to potential buyers. Maybe someday I'll be able to own a house like this, after college...

This daydream was abruptly interrupted by a surprising feeling, Mr. Roland's hand on my ass. At first I froze, and he in turn froze as well, but I quickly melted again, and his gentle pat became a firmer squeeze. I had turned myself into a steely professional in order to make the deal, but if he was going to be the one to make the first move, I certainly wasn't going to turn him down.

Both of his hands were now moving over my body as I leaned into him, my back still to him. He quickly found my breasts, feeling them through my jacket and blouse, and I responded by grinding my ass against him. The sexual tension was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and was only accentuated by the impropriety of it all, this naughtiness in business attire.

I attempted to turn around to face him, but his hands told me that he wanted me to remain where I was, and I complied with his confident direction. He peeled off my jacket, and his expert fingers quickly unbuttoned my blouse and were now inside my bra, squeezing my nipples. I could feel his erection growing, and continued to push back against him as he pleasured me. One of his hands now dropped to my skirt, grabbing at the fabric to pull it up. He seemed pleased to discover that my stockings were only just-over knee high, and began to explore the skin of my inner thigh with his warm fingers.

As I responded to his caresses by letting my head fall back against his chest, he began licking and nibbling my earlobe. The combination of all of this attention soon had me very wet, a fact he discovered as his fingers reached my panties. As if in response to my wetness, he kicked things into a higher, more agressive gear. He walked towards the bed, forcing me to walk as well, and when we arrived at the edge of the glorious king-sized bed, he pushed me down so that my forearms were pressed against the comforter, but I was still on my feet, my ass pressed against him.

I felt him move away from me as I helplessly ground my ass against the air. I soon realized, even without looking back to see him, that he was removing his clothes, and when I felt his hands on my body again, he was pushing my skirt up to my waist. As he began exploring the edges of my panties with his fingers, teasing me with touches to my ass and inner thighs, I pulled off my unbuttoned blouse and bra and threw them to the floor. He then tugged at my panties, pulling them down and away from my wet pussy until I was able to kick them off to one side.

I let out a whimper as I felt him pull away from me again, but soon realized that I had no cause for complaint. He had knelt behind me, and now, with one strong hand on each of my thighs, pushed my legs further apart. I let my head fall to the bed as his tongue first touched the skin of my ass, and traced a wet line directly to my pussy. He eagerly slurped up the juices that were already trickling out of my sex, and then began a slow, steady stroking from my clit to my pussy lips.

All the tension of the day - sexual and otherwise - melted away as this man ate me out. He soon had me moaning and bucking, and had to grab my hips firmly to keep in contact with me as I began to lose control. After several minutes of his steady tongue strokes, he turned his tongue's focus entirely to my clit, and inserted two fingers deep into me. But rather than speed up his motions, as I expected him to, he instead slowed, and finally stopped, pulling away from me and standing up. He gently touched my arm and motioned for me to stand up as well.

For the first time since he had made his move, we were now face to face. He was completely naked, his muscular body just as hot as I had imagined it to be when I first saw him. The raw sexuality I felt was unlike anything I had experienced before. The sight and feel of this man before me, the lingering sensations of his fingers on my body and his tongue on my clit - I was ready for anything. Still wearing my skirt, which was pushed up to my waist, and my just-over-the-knee stockings, I watched as he climbed onto the bed and settled himself on his back, with his head on the pillows.

I climbed onto the bed beside him and began to fondle his dick with both hands. It was already half-hard, but quickly grew so that it took both of my hands to fully encircle it. I took the tip, and then a few more inches, into my mouth, and began bobbing up and down on it as I firmly stroked the base with both hands. After a few minutes, impressed at his stamina, I began playing with his balls with one hand and taking a bit more of his dick into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his dick as I stroked.

Completely engrossed in sucking his huge dick, I hardly noticed when he first tried to get my attention. A slap on the ass remedied that, and I pulled myself away from his dick long enough for him to grab me by the hips, position one of my knees on each side of him, and pull my pussy down onto his face. I had always fantasized about enjoying a 69 position, but never had a boyfriend who wanted to spend that much time eating me out! His tongue again exploring my wet pussy, I turned my attention back to his dick, this time taking as much of his length as I could before stroking up and down.

As his tongue explored the inner lips of my pussy, I moaned onto his dick. I was again amazed at his stamina as I felt my first orgasm coming, but he was still holding back as I sucked him. I let myself go, and this time he let me finish, forcing myself down onto his tongue and coating him with my juices. In my moment of ecstasy, I wasn't able to keep my mouth on his dick, but continued stroking him furiously with one hand as I screamed out.

As I finished, he let me fall to the bed and again stood up, his hard dick jutting out from his body as he walked to the foot of the bed. He now grabbed both of my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed, giving himself full access to plunge into my pussy. But first he teased me. After putting one of my feet on each of his shoulders, he used his hands to draw his head back and forth against my pussy lips for what seemed like an eternity. Even though I had just cum, this delay was excruciating - I wanted him inside of me, fucking me!

Mind reader that he seemed to be, he thrust fully into me as soon as I had the thought. I couldn't believe the feeling of fullness as he began to stroke his huge dick in and out of my still dripping pussy. He took hold of my ankles again, and used that grip to occasionally move my legs, changing the angle of his insertion, as we fucked for what seemed like forever.

Suddenly, his demeanor changed, and I guessed that he was finally nearing his climax, after holding off for so very long. Just when I thought he would begin pounding me more furiously, he instead pulled out and backed up one step, giving me room to get up and stand again with my ass to him and my hands on the bed. I had longed for this penetration from behind ever since he first seduced me from that angle.

As soon as I was ready, my legs spread wide for him, he plunged into me again, reaching a depth inside of me that took my breath away. Once there, he moved slowly at first, grinding his hips against my ass. His hands reached around and grabbed both of my breasts, kneading them firmly as he began to stroke in and out of me. Then, as he began thrusting more furiously, one hand reached for my clit, pinching it between his thumb and finger. I had thought nothing could surpass my orgasm from the 69 position, but I was wrong. This deep penetration from behind, his increasing intensity as he approached his own climax, his strong fingers on my nipples and clit, it was overwhelming, an all-encompassing pleasure that covered every inch of my body.

As a long, deep orgasm went through me, he finally came as well, shouting out as he pulled out of me and shot his load all over my ass. Completely spent, I collapsed to the bed. My first coherent thought was to realize that I didn't even know this man's first name. I rolled over to ask him this question, only to find him already gone. How long had it taken me to rejoin the conscious world after that orgasm?

I jumped up from the bed and ran to the window. As I pulled back the curtains, I just managed to see his car pull away from the front of the house. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something on the dresser - a business card. It had no company logo, no information other than his name - still just 'Mr. Roland' - and the same phone number he had left in his voice mail the day before.

Thoroughly perplexed, but also thoroughly satisfied, I slowly got dressed, locked up the house, and went back to my apartment. It wasn't until I was in the shower later that evening that I realized the real question that remained unanswered - did I make the sale?

Friday, August 17, 2012

My Favorite Hospital

It was a dark and stormy night outside the hospital ward, and from the windows only one bedside lamp could be seen amongst the sleeping patients. Matthew sat upright quietly reading a book whilst waiting for his last check of the day before he could go to sleep. It had been two days since the operation to remove his appendix and although it has all gone smoothly he was still having regular examinations to make sure everything was healing properly.

At eleven o'clock the night duty nurse appeared from between the curtains around his bed to do the nightly inspection. She was tall and slender with silky blonde hair neatly pinned up in a bun. Matthew hadn't seen her before, but as she studied his charts was able to see from her ID tag that her name was Katie and she was still a trainee.

"This is my first night on duty alone, so you'll have to tell me if I do anything wrong" said the young nurse smiling nervously.

"As long as you don't amputate a leg, I'm sure I'll be none the wiser" Matthew grinned as she began pulling back the bed sheets. Although these examinations had become routine after three days, he could not help feeling a little embarrassed lying naked beneath the gaze of such a beautiful girl who could not be older than 18 or 19. "Well everything looks alright," she announced after checking his stitches and replacing the bandages. "Have you experienced any trouble with your circulation since the operation?" She queried.

"Um, I don't think so" Matthew replied.

"Do your legs and feet feel ok, no swelling or numbness?"

"Nope."

"And, err, what about your penis" she asked hesitantly looking up shyly from behind her clipboard.

"Uh, I don't know" Matthew answered, already turning crimson with embarrassment.

"Ok. I had better take a quick look to check that the anaesthetic hasn't caused any blood clots." And she pulled the sheets down further to reveal his penis. Matthew lay there unable to move as the young nurse gently felt and squeezed his penis checking its length for any lumps or abnormalities. Her hands were so soft and warm as she touched him, that even against his will he began to feel himself swell and stiffen in her hand. The young girl pretended not to notice the effect she was having on him, but by the time she had completed her examination his penis was standing hard and rigid.

"Oh dear" she exclaimed looking at his erection for the first time. "Well at least we don't have to worry about any circulation problems," she joked trying to ease his obvious embarrassment.

"Don't worry its quite normal. I'll just go and get the vacuum pump to relieve you"

"I'm sure it will go down" Matthew stammered in fear. He had heard about the vacuum pump already. By all accounts it was an extremely uncomfortable contraption; fitting over the penis, air was pumped out of the tube until the pressure built to such a degree that the semen was literally sucked out from inside you. It had a reputation for being horrifically undignified and not completely painless.

"Don't be silly" she answered. "If there is still anaesthetic in your blood then it won't disperse properly and your penis will become very uncomfortable." Without anymore argument she disappeared between the curtains to fetch the infamous pump.

Matthew lay there silently cursing his penis which was still standing defiantly upright when the young nurse returned looking worried.

"I can't find the vacuum pump" she said biting her lip with anxiety. "And I'll get into so much trouble if I have to call down a senior nurse at this time of night. I suppose I could always..." Her voice trailed off as she wrestled with herself trying to make a decision.

"Would it be ok if I relieved you the old fashioned way?" she asked, her worried eyes imploring him to help her out of her predicament.

"Um, I suppose so" Matthew replied, wondering what horrible contraption could be considered old-fashioned in comparison to the vacuum pump.

She smiled at him nervously, but instead of leaving to get the alternative equipment, she sat down on the edge of the bed at his knees. With one last embarrassed smile she took his erection in her small hand, and lent forwards taking his penis into her mouth. Matthew gasped as he realised what was happening, but before he could speak his mind was clouded by waves of delirious pleasure as her lips closed around his dick. Her mouth was hot and wet, and he could feel her soft lips sliding down over his swollen head as she took him deeper.

Matthew could do nothing but groan as she began to build a steady rhythm sucking him in and out of her mouth and stroking his pole in her hand. The sight was completely mesmerising and he could only watch transfixed as the beautiful young girl sucked his throbbing dick. She seemed to be completely lost in her task with her eyes closed and her head bobbing up and down as she took him deep into her mouth in long urgent strokes. Soon she began making delicious slurping noises as her combination of sucking and stroking increased in speed, and Matthew knew it wouldn't be long before he came. Yet as he approached the brink of ejaculation she pulled away from his penis leaving it wet and hard.

Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were engorged, and long strands of golden hair framed her pretty face from where they had escaped her neat bun. "It doesn't seem to be working" she said mournfully. "I'll have to try something else."

Matthew was about to tell her that she couldn't be more wrong, when she slipped off the bed and began pulling her uniform up over her shapely hips. He was instantly silenced by the perfect vision of her sexy body

"Do you think you could cum if I put you inside my pussy?" she asked looking hopeful.

"Um I don't know, I think so, maybe we should try" Matthew stammered, and she smiled warmly at him as she pulled off her panties

Seeing the neat triangle of soft hair between her thighs made Matthew's erection twitch and throb, and his heart raced as she climbed back onto the bed kneeling astride him.

"Tell me if I hurt your stitches" she advised him tenderly, and pressed his dick to the entrance of her pussy.

The young nurse lowered herself onto him, and his swollen head stretched her tight pussy as it pushed slowly up inside her. A long groan escaped her lips and her eyelids fluttered as she felt inch after inch penetrating her. She slowly sank down the entire length of his enlarged dick until he was completely buried within her. The feeling of her moist folds gripping his erection was truly heavenly and Matthew knew he wouldn't last long.

"Are you ready?" she asked breathlessly, and began to move up and down on his pole. With her hands resting on his chest for support Katie brought her whole body forward until only the head of his engorged dick was gripped by her stretched pussy, and then pushed back making him slide up deep inside her.

"Ohhh faster" gasped Matthew lost beneath the waves of pleasure she was creating. Her small breasts jiggled and strained against the material of her uniform as her breathing became quicker, and she lifted herself up and down on his throbbing dick with greater intensity. The speed of her thrusting became faster and faster, and Katie groaned as her own excitement mounted. With one final thrust she drove his entire length inside her and threw her head back, her whole body shuddering with her orgasm. The added sensation of her vice-like pussy spasming around his dick pushed Matthew over the edge too, and he spurted long hot jets of semen deep inside her.

The young nurse quickly recovered from her climax and suddenly remembered her patient. "Have you cum?" she asked desperately still panting from her exertions.

"Yes thank you" Matthew answered lamely, his mind still struggling to comprehend the unbelievable thing that had just happened. She smiled sweetly at him and lifted herself off his already subsiding penis. After slipping on her panties and smoothing down her uniform, she lent over and kissed him tenderly on the cheek.

"Thank you, for not getting me into trouble" she beamed, "and thanks for the orgasm too." Without looking back she disappeared between the curtains. I love this hospital Matthew thought.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Raining Wet

Jarvis was adding one last log to the roaring fire as he prepared himself for bed. He sat back in his armchair and gazed out the window at the far end of his living room. Rain was battering heavily against it. It had been raining for almost a full week now, there was flooding all over the city and Jarvis had been stuck home from work, not that that bothered him too much. The warmth of his own house was far preferable to the cold, dull office in which he worked. Jarvis layed back in his chair and rested his feet up on the coffee table. He closed his eyes and listened to the crackling of the fire as he gently began to fall asleep.

Then there was a loud knock on his front door. Jarvis gazed at the time, which read 11:47PM, and shook his head. It was a late hour for someone to call, let alone stop by, especially in this weather, as most people were wrapped warmly in their beds.

There was another series of knocks at the door and Jarvis, realising he still hadn't left his chair, reluctantly stood up and walked over to the door. Unhitching the latch he pulled it open. On his doorstep stood a Police Officer; she was soaked from head to toe and was gazing at him with a "Sorry" look on her face.

Jarvis stared at her for a while, she had a very pretty face; nice rounded cheeks with dimples. And he could not help notice that her soaked jacket clung around her large breasts which he was sure would usually be hidden if the jacket were dry. As she raised her eyebrow at him he realised that he had not spoken and composed himself.

"Good evening, Officer, how can I help you?" he said.

"Umm, well, first do you mind if I stepped inside?" she said, nodding her head in the direction of the sky which was continuing to pelt her with heavy drops of rain.

"Of course, I'm sorry, please come in," he replied, closing the door behind her as she stepped in to his home.

"Ah, that's much better," she said. "I apologize for this intrusion but yours was the only house with lights still on and well, my umm, patrol car broke down and I can't get through to anybody on my radio, so I was wondering if I could use your telephone?"

"My telephone line is dead as well, I'm afraid," replied Jarvis. "Can I at least offer you something, a towel maybe?" he added, smiling slightly.

"That would be wonderful, thank you," she said.

"Of course, I'll go get one, do you want to just sit down there," replied Jarvis, indicating a chair near the fire. "And I'll be back."

Jarvis made his way upstairs to the bathroom to find a towel. After a while of searching he found a dry one hanging up and made his way back downstairs. The police woman looked up as he entered the sitting room and smiled at him.

"Thank you," she said as he handed her the towel.

Jarvis watched as she removed her helmet and long wet-locks of hair fell loose. She dried her face and hair with the towel. As she saw Jarvis staring at her she turned away, using the towel to cover her face from his view.

Jarvis realized he had been staring at her for some time and quickly thought of something to say.

"Could I get you something to drink? Tea? Coffee?" he asked.

"Coffee would be good, thanks," she said, gazing at him from behind her towel.

"Of course," he replied, "one minute, I'll go put the kettle on."

Jarvis walked into the kitchen and began to fill the kettle with water, however on his way to the stove there was a great flash of lightning outside the window and all the power in the house cut out, leaving Jarvis in total darkness.

Jarvis made his way back to the hallway by feeling his way along the wall until he could see a small glowing orange light from the living room; the slowly dying fire he'd lit earlier. Kneeling beside it was the Police Officer, he could barely see her face as the fire was slowly dying out. Using the fire's glow as a guide he made his way across to it and knelt down opposite her.

"Sorry about this," he said, hoping she could see how sorry he was through his expression.

"That's ok," she replied. "I guess I'll just make my way back to the car and spend the night there until morning." "No, I can't let you go out in that weather, especially in the condition you're in now, you'll die of cold," replied Jarvis. "You're very welcome to use the spare room upstairs."

"I don't want to be a hassle," she said.

"Nonsense, it's the least I can do," replied Jarvis. "I forgot to ask your name, sorry."

"It's Clareese," she said. "And yours?"

"Well it's nice to meet you, Clareese," said Jarvis. "My name is Jarvis."

"Nice to meet you too, Jarvis," she said.

"I'm afraid I can't really tell your size in this light but, my sister was staying last week and she left some stuff behind, it may fit you if you'd like to get out of those wet clothes," said Jarvis.

"That would be good, yes, thank you," said Clareese.

Jarvis smiled at her in the light although she couldn't see it.

"Ok, umm, well if you follow me, I should be able to lead you upstairs," said Jarvis, getting to his feet.

"Ok," replied Clareese, also standing.

Jarvis slowly made his way out into the hallway with Clareese close behind him. As the small orange glow of the fire was cut out of his view Jarvis put his hand against the wall to steady himself in the darkness. He made his slow way towards the stairs and carefully placed one foot after the other up the stairs, when he was on the third step he heard a quiet "Ow" behind him. Clareese had tripped on the first step.

"I'm so sorry, I forgot to tell you," said Jarvis, "you were so quiet I'd almost forgotten you were there."

"That's ok," replied Clareese, "umm, do you mind if I just hold on to the back of your shirt so I know you're still there?"

"Oh, umm, sure," replied Jarvis and waited for her to grasp some of his shirt between her hands.

As Jarvis felt Clareese's small hands hold on to his shirt he began to make his way back up the stairs, carefully waiting on each step for Clareese to follow him. As they finally reached the last step Clareese let go of Jarvis's shirt.

"The spare room is just down here on the, umm, right, I think, can't tell in this darkness," said Jarvis.

Clareese followed Jarvis into a small room at the far end of the upstairs corridor. Jarvis opened the curtains to the room as Clareese stood in the doorway. The rain was still battering the window but a small glint of moonlight had struggled its way through the dark clouds and Clareese could just make out the double bed in the middle of the room. Jarvis made his way over to the wardrobe and pulled out a couple of clothes from the hangers and laid them on the bed.

"There you go," he said, "there's some pyjamas in that pile somewhere. Hopefully that moonlight will last and it won't be too difficult for you to change. I'll be just down the hall in my room if you need me."

"Thank you so much for this, Jarvis," replied Clareese, sincerely.

"It's not a problem," he replied, smiling at her and left the room.

As Jarvis was making his way back down the hallway he stepped on something soft and realised that Clareese had dropped her towel at the top of the stairs. He picked it up and made his way back to her room. Without thinking he opened the door and stepped inside.

"Clareese, you left your-" began Jarvis, but he stopped in mid-sentence as standing in front of him was Clareese, completely naked apart from her panties, her bra in her hand. Clareese jumped as she heard Jarvis's voice and dropped her bra as she desperately tried to cover her bare breasts with her hands. Unfortunately a badly timed flash of lightning from outside had illuminated the room as Jarvis entered and he had got a full view of her body. As her wet uniform had revealed she had larger than average breasts, which were round and firm, her nipples pointed from the cold. She had smooth but firm skin and an athletic physique, presumably from her police training.

Jarvis realized he had been staring at her for some time and he was glad when a dark cloud covered the light of the moon so he did not have to look at the expression on her face. He quickly dropped the towel on the floor and left the room, closing the door behind him.

"I'm sorry," he said, quietly. "I forgot to knock."

There was a silence and then he heard Clareese's voice reply, although shakily.

"It's, umm, ok," she said. "I-"

However she did not finish the sentence and Jarvis, after waiting for several minutes decided it was best not to ask her exactly what she was going to say. This was partially because he was feeling uncomfortable about the incident, and partially because the sight of Clareese's round, perfect breasts had causes his dick to push against the fabric of his jeans; begging to be released from the restraints. The more Jarvis tried to think of something else, the more his mind returned to her body; her wet hair stuck to her bare shoulders, her long legs and firm thighs. As he imagined the shape of her ass his dick became harder and almost unbearable in the tight confines of his jeans. Knowing it needed to be released he made his way down the dark hall way to his bedroom and closed the door behind him.

Standing next to the bed he unbuckled his jeans and then pulled down the zip and dragged them down to his ankles. Then Jarvis began to pull his boxers over his dick, letting the nine inches of thick penis fall out. Grasping it tightly in his hands he pumped the skin up and down as he thought of Clareese's naked body, how he'd like to kiss her soft lips, and push his hard dick between her firm pillow-like breasts. He could feel the pre-cum dripping down the edge of his dick on to his fingers, helping them slide up and down more easily. Some more dripped on to the floor beside his jeans.

Jarvis could feel his cum building in his balls but just as he knew he was about to climax he heard the door open and Clareese's voice whisper.

"Jarvis?" she said.

Jarvis looked up at her, his hand still grasped tightly around his dick. He could just see the outline of body in the doorway. The pyjamas were slightly too small for her which emphasised the curve of her breast.

"Jarvis?" she whispered again.

Jarvis did not understand; he was sitting on the bed, naked from the waist down with his hard dick pointing straight towards her. But then he realised she must not be able to see him in the darkness. Chancing his luck he responded.

"I'm here," he said, "What is it?"

"Oh, umm, I just wanted to talk about earlier," she replied, and stepped in to his room, closing the door behind her. Jarvis could no longer see her outline and just spoke out to where he believed her to be standing.

"Oh, right, about that, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have walked in on you like that," he said quickly.

"That's ok. It was an easy mistake to make," she said, after a short silence she added, "thanks for the towel."

Jarvis was glad she was not annoyed at him and almost forgot that he was still holding his penis. He felt the mattress of the bed sink beneath him and realised Clareese must have sat down next to him. He let go of his penis and bent forward to reach for his boxers but jumped as Clareese spoke.

"Thank you again for letting me stay," she said. "It's really appreciated."

"It's really the least I could do," replied Jarvis, leaning back again.

"I'll be up and away as early as I can in the morning," she added, as Jarvis once again reached forwards and managed to grab his boxers.

"Mmhmm," was all he could reply, as he carefully began to drag them back up his legs. He had got them up to his knees when Clareese spoke again.

"Eww," she said, "I've just stepped on something wet on your floor... I wonder what that could be."

Clareese leant forward off the bed to touch Jarvis's pre-cum stuck to her foot. Jarvis deciding this was the only chance he would have stood up and attempted to pull his boxers up over his dick, hoping that if the lights did come back on at least it'd be easier to explain why he was in his boxers than in nothing at all. However as they were just in line with his balls Clareese got up from her position and her head hit Jarvis's dick.

"What was that?" she asked, looking up to face Jarvis. However that movement made the tip of Jarvis's dick cross her face, his wet head rubbing against her cheek and stopping at her mouth.

Almost like a child with a lollypop Clareese pushed her lips greedily over the head of Jarvis's dick, taking almost his full length deep in to her throat. Placing her small hand on the rest of his pole she began to pump and suck it alternately; smearing Jarvis's pre-cum over her lips and tongue.

"Mmmmm," moaned Jarvis, as he placed his fingers into Clareese's wet, tangled hair; massaging the knots apart while encouraging her to take more of his pole in to her throat. Clareese obliged, pushing almost six inches of his dick in to her mouth and sucking all the way back along the pole. Clareese did this many times, taking a deep breath after each suck and Jarvis could feel that he was close to cumming again. It was now that Clareese let go of his dick and stood up.

"Better not catch you getting pre-cum on my foot again," she said. Lightning flashed outside and Jarvis caught her wink at him as she left the room, closing the door behind her.

This was too much for Jarvis. He pulled his boxers back down to his ankles and stepped out of them. Throwing the door open he rushed down the corridor and saw the outline of Clareese walking back to her room. He grasped her shoulder and pulled back round to face him. At this moment the lights in the house came back on. Jarvis was naked from the waist down, holding Clareese, who was wearing his sister's pyjamas, her breasts pushed heavily against them and it looked like the top button had been broken from the strain.

"So, what are you going to do now?" asked Clareese, smirking at him.

Jarvis answered by grabbing her ass through the pyjamas and pulling her roughly towards him. His hard dick poking into her pussy through the fabric, he kissed her. Their tongues explored each other's mouths; Clareese's still wet with Jarvis's pre-cum. Jarvis grinded his hard dick against Clareese's pussy and squeezed her ass tighter. Jarvis pulled away from the kiss and placed either hand at Clareese's cleavage and, grasping the fabric of the pyjamas, ripped them apart. The buttons flew off in all different direction and Clareese's breasts fell free. They hung slightly from their large weight but were still round and firm. Jarvis grabbed them as soon as they were free, sucking her nipples in to his mouth, squeezing them between his hands as she moaned in pleasure. He bit and sucked her nipples until they were wet with his saliva. He pushed them together, watching the saliva form a river in the valley they created. Clareese grasped Jarvis's hard dick in one hand and began to pump it slowly.

As Jarvis sucked on her breasts, Clareese sucked her pre-cum wet fingers dry and began to untie the string at the front of the pyjamas and let them drop to her ankles. Jarvis let go of her breasts and stepped back to gaze on her pussy, it was neatly trimmed and glistening wet in her excitement. Jarvis stepped forwards again and lifted her up by her ass. He pushed her roughly against the wall as she wrapped her legs around him. Jarvis pushed his long, hard dick deep into her dripping pussy.

Clareese moaned as he thrust in and out of her, his lips kissing along her neck, her head stretched back and her mouth open in pleasure as he grunted with each hard thrust. It was not long before Jarvis felt his cum build up in his balls again; the cum that had been begging to escape ever since Clareese's wet lips had enclosed around his pole in the bedroom earlier. He looked up at Clareese warningly. Sweat dripping down her face she turned to him and nodded.

"In me," she moaned.

This was enough for Jarvis and he gladly let his fountain of cum shoot in to the warmth of her pussy, which clamped against his dick as her own orgasm ripped through her simultaneously. She gently slid off his dick on to the ground and the last few spurts of cum hit her stomach. Leaning back against the wall she smiled and looked at him.

"Towel?" he asked, smirking back at her.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Hot Hiking

Niki and I liked the outdoors a lot. Being amateur photographers, the dawn of the digital age meant we could take hundreds of pictures and not worry about the cost of developing them. Usually we would hike in the many parks and ridges that spanned the Hawaiian Island chain. Being our home, we loved to explore the mountain ranges and valleys that covered our chain of islands. This particular weekend, we were invited to tag along with a group that was flying into a remote valley on the north shore of Kauai. It was officially a state conservation area which meant that no one could go in without permission.

A friend of mine worked for the state agency responsible for the care of the conservation area and she had invited us to spend the weekend with them as they continued their cataloging of the ancient Hawaiian artifacts that could be found in the area. She knew that we were amateur photographers and loved to hike and camp as well.

We left Honolulu early Saturday morning getting into Lihue, Kauai as the sun started to peak over the horizon. Armed with only what we could stuff into the largest back pack we could find we hoped from the commercial air carrier to a privately chartered helicopter that would fly us out to Kalalau Valley. The flight took us approximately 30 minutes and took us over some very breathtaking scenery. Niki and I pledged to return later to do some kayaking and camping along the coastline.

As we made our approach to the valley, our chopper pilot asked if we wanted the staid, "tourist" landing or if we were game for a military "shit-your pants" landing! Not giving anyone a chance to answer, he promptly put us into a roll and dove for the valley floor.

Bottoming out perhaps 30 feet from the ground then going vertical for half a second before pushing his nose over into the softest landing I've ever been in with a helicopter. The guy was a pro! Wow, that was better then the Twister roller coaster! We were laughing, screaming, and cursing the entire time! But tell that to Niki! The poor girl! She was absolutely terrified and screamed the entire descent into my ear while she strangled my arm at the same time! It was amazing that no one threw up!

After we unloaded the helicopter and set up camp, my friend and her two male colleagues moved off to start their cataloging of an ancient temple site. Niki and I set off with our cameras to explore the general area. Not interested in eating anything for awhile after that helicopter landing, we just took our cameras and water.

We walked up the south side of the valley floor which transitioned from low land brush and pastoral clearings to rain forest as we moved higher into the valley. It was a bright, sunny day with very few clouds. That made the going hotter and sweatier. After slogging it for more than two hours, we called a break and settled down on a great flat boulder next to a fresh water stream.

The water looked so nice and cool that we decided that it would be a good opportunity to wash the dust and sweat off and to cool down. However, not wanting to get our footwear and clothes wet, and since we had the valley all to our selves, we decided to skinny dip in the stream.

Not wanting to waste the opportunity, I "helped" Niki disrobe, if you know what I mean! As she grabbed the bottom of her tank top to lift it off, over her head, I ran my hands up along her sides and ended up cupping her beautiful, perky breasts. Niki is a slender goddess whom I really don't deserve. Although she often wonders of what it would be like to have larger breasts, I firmly believe and tell her that she is extremely sexy and beautiful as is! Besides, anything more than a mouthful is a waste!

As I softly caressed her womanly mounds, she moaned and grabbed my hands, pushing them harder into her tits. I rolled her nipples between my finger tips which caused them to enlarge and harden instantly. She grinded her ass into my dick which had started to wake up.

She turned around and pulled my face to her lips. As we shared a light brushing of our lips, then a lust filled kiss, Niki started to unbutton my shorts. I likewise moved to take off my t-shirt and moved to pull Niki's shorts and panties off as well.

Now barefoot, we met once again in a hot embrace, kissing each other as if our very existence depended on it. My dick now stood at full attention and had thrust itself between Niki's legs, and lodged itself just below Niki's crotch with her hot nether lips resting on the top of my pole. I think I died and went to heaven!

She was so aroused that I could feel her wetness seeping onto my dick. That made it easy to start rocking back and forth between her legs, rubbing the lips of her hot pussy. I could see in her eyes that she was focused on the sensations that were coming from our mutual stimulation.

"Oh yeah,... oh yeah,... mmmmmmm... " Niki muttered under her breath as I stroked back and forth. Her eyes glazed over as she leaned against my shoulder with her arms around my neck.

I cupped her ass in my hands and hoisted her up a bit. She reached around my waist with her legs and locked her ankles behind me. She reached down and grabbed my dick and placed it in her opening and I slowly eased her down onto my love pole.

As I penetrated her, Niki closed her eyes and tightened her arms around my neck. Our lips joined in a crushing kiss. The head of my dick slowly inched in about an inch, then I withdrew just a bit. I moved forwarded another inch, and withdrew. I could feel my dick push over her vaginal threshold and her pussy muscles trying to wring my dick for all the cum that it could get.

As my penis slowly made its way into Niki, she started to breath roughly, forcefully exhaling each time I pushed into her. As we bottomed out, Niki held me tight, "Just hold me like this for a few minutes. Oh this feels soooooo good. I just love the feeling of your dick filling my pussy. It just feels so good. Oh yes... " she moaned softly as she tried to grind her pelvis further in to me if that were possible.

I started to slowly move back and forth in her hot pussy. I could feel her pussy get warmer and incredibly soft and mushy. It was like fucking warm and wet velvet. Niki started to bounce on my dick as I pushed as far into her pussy as possible. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

Niki held onto me tightly and rubbed her tits on my chest with each up and down movement. "Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh... AH... AH... AH... Oh YES!!... YES!!" she screamed as she came. I followed a half second later as I thrust my dick as far up into her as I could, and held it there to bath her inner walls with my cum. With each spurt, Niki screamed "YES!... Oh Shit!!... AHHHHhhh... oooooohhhhh... mmmmmm... " as my cumming prolonged her orgasm.

As we untangled and I let Niki down off of my dick, our combined juices started to leak out of her. I coaxed her to lie down on the boulder and spread her legs as I got in between and spread her labia with my fingers. I ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit up to her clit, which caused Niki to start moaning and jump when I stroked her love button with my tongue.

I quickly regained my hardness however a hard boulder didn't really appeal to me as a place to make love to my Niki. I suggested that we go down into the stream and see if we couldn't use that as a place to carry on our fun with each other.

As I placed my foot into the stream, the coolness of the water hit me instantly, sending shivers racing up and down my body. Niki started laughing so hard that she started to cry! Trying to be macho about the whole affair, I straightened up and gamely walked into the stream and lowered myself into the waist deep waters.

Oh shit, this was cold. My hardon had disappeared and my balls had receded into my body! Before my teeth started to chatter, I told Niki that the water was fine and that she would find it soothing.

Trying to prove that she could handle it better than I did, she slowly edged into the stream, trying to get accustomed with the cold temperature of the water. Not wanting to wait forever, I walked over to her, picked her up in a cradle carry, and walked her kicking and screaming into mid stream.

"Don't you dare! Don't you dare drop me in... Aiyeeee! That's cold! You asshole! God that's cold!" I had lowered us both back into the water and held on to Niki while she screamed her head off!

She wrapped herself around me again, trying to stave off the shivers caused by the cold water. I had to chuckle as goose bumps rose on her arms and legs, and her nipples hardened into steel rivets! Man that water was cold.

As she grew accustomed to the temperature of the water, she slowly lowered herself off my body and bumped into my poor, cold and shriveled dick. Her eyes lit up and her smile turned into an impish grin as she reached down to grab the vestiges of my former manhood! "What's the matter big boy? Too cold for you? Awww, that's too bad cause I was looking forward to giving it a nice, slow pussy massage!" With that, I dunked her completely!


After a few more minutes of horseplay, we climbed out of the stream and put our clothes back on. We wanted to get a couple of photos in before we ran out of daylight. Gathering our photo equipment and other belongings, we followed the stream further up the valley for another half hour until the climb started to steepen noticeably. We turned around and were pleasantly surprised by the valley scene that unfurled below us with the rainforest transitioning into flat lands, ending with a wide sandy expanse and the big blue ocean. Transecting the picture was our cold stream that broadened out as it neared the beach. We spent a good hour exercising our photo equipment taking what we hoped were beautiful shots.

After packing things back up, we started our climb back down the valley and made good time getting back to camp. As we arrived, we noticed that the survey team had not made it back to camp so we decided to head over to the temple site to see how their work was coming along. As we walked along the trail towards the temple site, we heard my friend and her two male colleagues getting in some play time of their own.

We snuck up on them and found them in a classic MMF clinch! She was sucking one guy off while the other guy was pounding her pussy from behind. We stayed out of sight and watched as she made both guys cum; one in her mouth and the other deep in her pussy.

As we watched the ménage a tois, my dick got incredibly hard. Niki stuck her hand down the front of her shorts. I figured she must have been playing with her clit. As they climaxed, I motioned to Niki that we should probably let them have some privacy so we quietly backed out and made our way back to camp.

Our sensations was still cranked up several notches from watching the trio perform so we decided to head over to our friendly stream to cool off a bit. Again figuring that getting our clothes wet wasn't such a good idea, we stripped off and wadded into the stream to enjoy the cool currents as they wafted over our bodies.

Settling in a shallow part of the stream against a bank of submerged pebbles and sand, Niki cuddled into my shoulder as we talked about how hot the other three's love making had made us. As we talked, Niki started to stroke my dick which made me hard in an instant.

We kissed the kiss of lovers as I slowly massaged her breasts and rolled her nipples between my fingers. I had Niki turn around and sit on my lap with her back into me, just above my dick. This way I could wrap my arms around her and massage and tweak her beautiful breasts and nipples, and also give her clit a good hand massage.

I started by kissing down Niki's neck and shoulders. She turned her head into me to take my lips and tongue. As she did, I moved one hand onto her breast and started to massage her beautiful breast. My other hand had moved to her other breast and did basically the same thing although I also started rolling both nipples with my fingers. Niki's tits are sensitive however she loves it when I roll her nipples. She could almost have an orgasm from a good nipple job!

As we continued to kiss and try to throw our tongues down each other's throat, I moved my right hand down to her pussy. I slowly ran my finger tips up and down along the outside of her lips.

Niki started to squirm in my lap as my fingers that were on pussy duty ran their tips along the inside of that precious pussy. I gently separated her lips and inserted two fingers into her vagina while placing my thumb on her clit. Niki started to hump my two finders and threw her head back as my thumb began to bear down gently on her clit. She spasmed three times before she melted back into my embrace.

I let Niki cool off and come down off of her orgasmic high for a couple of minutes before I resumed our lovemaking with soft caresses of her clit and lips again. She gasped "so soon... oh that feels good... oh... oh... oh... ummmm... "

Niki reached down and grabbed my dick and directed my head to the opening of her vagina. I slowly rotated my pelvis upwards which pushed my dick into her pussy. She responded by shifting her weight forward a bit, then dropping her soaking pussy onto my hard dick! She leaned back against my chest which allowed me to caress her breasts and nipples.

This also had the effect of forcing my dick to rub against the roof of Niki's pussy as I moved in and out of that hot, steamy pussy. She turned her lips to me and we were locked in a passionate kiss as I continue to massage her breasts and roll her nipples.

Niki started to pant as her emotions started to boil, "ha... ha... ha... ah... ah... ah" with each thrust of my hips. I could feel the tingling in my groin as my own orgasm approached. Sensing I was close, Niki leaned forward to brace herself against my thighs. Then she lifted herself off my lap and forcefully slammed her pussy back down on my dick. Again and again she tried to fuck me into the bed of that stream until she came with a thunderous scream! I couldn't have timed it better if I had tried, as I came myself emptying my balls into her pussy. It was as if all the cum I could possibly ever have were pumped through my dick into my precious Niki.

As we settled back down and cuddled, we heard my friend and her two buddies clap and whistle as they stepped out of the bushes, stripped down and joined us in the stream. Needless to say, their conservation work didn't get done that weekend, necessitating another trip and another lost weekend!

Friday, August 3, 2012

Cuffed Up

"Listen I have a bit of a problem and I need some help," she said quietly.

The man looked around to confirm that he was the intended receiver of her message.

"Me?"

"Yeah, look, I'm . . . I'm really embarrassed about this but . . I need you to help me out of these." With that she flips her coat off of her handcuffed wrists just long enough for him to look down and see her predicament.

"Whoah, why are you in handcuffs?" He asks as he takes a small step back. He looks around furtively to see if anyone is watching them.

"Please it's not what you think. I'm not in any kind of trouble with the police or anything. It was just a mistake and I'm locked out of my apartment!"

"I don't know lady. This doesn't make much sense. How am I supposed to help anyway I don't have a key."

"No, you don't need one. They have a combination kind of lock."

"Well why don't you just do it?"

"I don't know the combination!"

"Why did you put them on if you didn't know the combination?"

"No, no I didn't put them on. It . . . it's just a mistake and I need you to help me get the combination."

"How can I help? Look this all seems a little too weird"

"No please. I have the combo I just can't read it!"

"Why not?"

"Because I can't see it."

"Well where is it?"

She glances around and then lowers her voice and says, "It's . . . well . . it's written, um . . . on the inside of my thigh."

"What?!" He watches her to see if she's joking but the flushing in her cheeks and the averted glance makes him think she's not.

"It's written on the inside of my thy," she says again.

"I heard you I just don't get it," he says, while for the first time noticing what she's wearing. A short, make that very short, cocktail dress, high heels and a thin silver chain necklace. He notices she doesn't have a purse. She has nice tanned and toned legs and seems to notice his gaze. She lowers her hands a little to let the coat cover the hem of her dress. However, this just reveals to the man the low neckline and ample cleavage of her upper half.

He glances up at her face and she is looking at him with pleading eyes. He feels a little sorry for but is still confused.

"Look why don't I just get your keys for you and you can go into your apartment and maybe you can get the combo yourself?"

"But I don't have my keys!" She exclaims as if he should have known that.

"Then how am I supposed to help?" he asks a little exasperated.

"I just need you to read me the combination."

He is suddenly wary again for some reason and says half laughing, "Are you serious? How did this happen again? Is this a joke?"

"No, really it isn't a joke. My boyfriend and I were in the middle of a date and he, well, he wanted to see me in handcuffs. I told him only if he bought me a really nice dress. I thought he was kidding when he said yes, but then he took me to Saks and bought me this."

She said all of this in a rush of breath with a hint of impatience at having to explain the situation. He realized that she was probably unaware that although he now knew where the dress came from he still had no idea how she got into this particular dilemma. After a moment of them staring at each other she noticed the quizzical look on his face and realized that her explanation was lacking.

"Oh," she said sort of sheepishly. "So he told me to just wear the dress home and then followed me into the dressing area while I changed. I was just about to put it on when he came in and said, "A deal is a deal," and was holding the cuffs. I thought he was joking but then he got on his knees and told me to turn around."

She stopped suddenly and looked at the man's face. He was, in fact, getting excited by the direction of the story and she was suddenly aware of what she was about to tell him.

"Um . . . so at first I thought he just wanted sex<" she said a little under her breath, "but then I felt him writing on me. He laughed and said that it was just insurance in case he forgot the combination. He stood up and handed me the dress and after I slipped it on he cuffed me."

She spurted out the last few words with an air of finality and relief. The man however was disappointed that the dressing room part of the explanation had fallen short of a sordid sex scene. He also still did not get why she was standing here with handcuffs and little else on?

"But where is he now," he said after a moment?

"He got stuck on the train. I got off, he said something about his phone and when I turned the doors had closed and he was telling me to meet him at the apartment."

"Then why don't you just wait for him?"

"Because I think he thought I would go to his apartment, but instead I thought he meant mine. He lives all the way across town it would take me a half hour and two train changes to get there and I'm afraid I'll just pass him in between if I try."

She seemed sincere enough and not really that afraid of the consequences of having him help her.

"Ok, where is it," he finally said?

She squealed a little and jumped up and pecked his cheek as she said, "Oh, thank you, thank you!"

"It should be just inside my thigh on my left leg." She said turning around and facing away from him.

She bent a little at the waist and stuck her ass towards him as he bent over behind her. The light in the hallway was not bright but it was definitely bright enough for him to determine that she had a nice ass and the little dress left little to the imagination. He bent as far as he could but could see nothing obvious besides the smooth bare skin of her legs.

"Holy shit," he thought, "I must be dreaming. A girl is offering to let me look up her skirt. Not every day this kind of luck comes along!" His dick started to swell as if in answer to the thought.

"I don't see anything."

"It has to be there, maybe it is higher," she said, and bent over more to let the skirt ride up.

At some point he expected to see her panties but when she finished bending over it was obvious even from his point of view that she either had on a thong or nothing.

"I still don't see anything," he said, a little hesitantly. He wanted this to last as long as he could.

"I'm not wearing any panties just so you know."

"I guessed," he laughed. "But there is still no writing."

"It is probably really high up or maybe just too small."

"Ok, I'll get closer," and with that he dropped to one knee behind her and she bent a little farther. He could clearly see the cleft of her pussy peeking out from behind and he instantly went from semi to rock hard. He leaned in and after a second actually looked for the numbers.

"I still don't see them."

"Dammit," she exclaimed. She jerked herself back upright and turned around.

She did it quickly and he was still down on one knee. What she didn't realized was that when she bent over, her coat, still draped over her wrists, had caught the front hem of her dress. When she straightened up she lifted her arms and the hem cam with it. The effect was that he was now staring right at her beautiful neatly trimmed pussy at eye level and only inches from his face.

"He must have been fucking with me! He probably didn't write anything! He's always doing shit like this, one of his little pranks," she exclaimed vehemently. She paused long enough to wonder why the man hadn't gotten up. She glanced down and with a gasp jerked the coat back down to cover herself.

He immediately stood up and muttered a half hearted "sorry."

She was blushing and staring at the floor when she noticed his hard on showing prominently through his slacks.

She giggled and said, "Apparently I'm not the only one going commando tonight!"

He laughed and turned sideways while trying to adjust his dick through his pants.

They looked at each other for a moment and then she said, "Well I feel like we know each other pretty well now! Look why don't you let me into your place to wait. I mean what kind of trouble can I cause?" At which point she held her hands out to him.

He chuckled, and knowing an opportunity when he saw one said, "Sure."

They walked down the hall and he let her in first. He apologized for the mess, even though it was pretty tidy for a bachelor pad. He took her coat and offered her a seat on the couch. He asked her if she wanted a drink, she declined on account of not wanting him to bother.

When he got back from the kitchen she had started in complaining about the stupid stunts her boyfriend was always playing. He listened for a while, constantly hard, and finally said, "You know the light in here is ten times better than in the hall, why don't I take one last look?"

She glanced around and thought about for a second and then looked right at him and said sure.

She got up and turned around again, this time putting her hands on the armrest of the sofa. He slipped off the armchair across from her and knelt behind her again, this time on both knees.

His dick lurched in his pants as he saw the lips of her pussy again.

He leaned in and pretended to look for the number again. "Do you think it is just further inside your thigh? I mean were your legs further apart when he wrote it?"

"Yeah maybe," she replied heavily after a short pause. She parted her legs a little allowing him an unimpeded view of her pouting lips.

He reached up and placed both hands at the bottom of her ass cheeks and used his thumbs to pry her thighs open a little more. She lurched forward at his touch but didn't say anything or try to stop him. In fact she just wound up bent over more.

"I still don't see anything," he said softly.

"Maybe it's higher," she breathed back.

He ran his hands up over her ass and she shifted her feet further apart. He used his thumbs to spread her pussy lips a little as he leaned in and breathed in the scent of her oozing slit. He gave her pussy a quick lick. She jumped and let out a gasp, but then pushed back at him.

Not to seem too eager he ran a hand over her pussy dragging his middle finger through and parting her wet lips. He sucked it into his mouth when he brought it out and then promptly shoved it up her tight little hole, then latching his mouth back onto her pretty little pussy again.

She started rocking her hips and fucking his tongue while he lapped away at her backside. This went on for a few minutes until she finally pulled away. She stepped to the side and got on her knees on the sofa. Putting her hands on the back she looked over her shoulder and just said, "Fuck me."

He stood and did just that. He dropped his pants and without another word sank his dick into her sopping pussy. She leaned forward and put her head on the back of the couch while he grabbed her hips and started to pound her. She pushed back to meet his thrusts and was moaning and muttering a constant and incoherent babble.

Every time he would bottom out in her she would just let out a couple of words, "Oh fuck", "dirty fuck", "cum hole", "so good", . . . He continued his assault and all to quickly found himself close to finishing. He gave in and with few last hard and fast thrusts let out a loud grunt buried his dick in her. He unloaded a torrent of cum into her now swollen and fucked out pussy.

He leaned forward panting, and she hung her head doing the same. He finally stood up and pulled out of her accompanied by a wet "plop." He looked down to see his cum dripping out of her and onto his sofa but really didn't care. Nor did she apparently, she stayed in that position for a little while. He sat back down across from her staring at her, ass in the air, freshly fucked pussy dripping his cum out of it at eye level.

She finally rolled to one side and then sat up. She looked at him and started laughing. He chuckled and got up to get her a towel. While he was in the kitchen she said," look that was really good and all but I really do like my boyfriend even if he is a pain in the ass."

"That's ok, I get it," he replied coming back. He handed her the towel and gestured toward the bathroom. When she came out he had his pants back on and she grabbed her coat.

"I guess I'll go down and see if the shithead is there," she said. "If he isn't I could always go down and get the super to let me in."

"Maybe you should have done that to begin with," he jokingly replied.

"Maybe so," she laughed.

"Anyway, thanks for trying."

"Absolutely my pleasure," he said as he opened the door for her.

She glanced down the hall as she stepped out. No one was down at her apartment. "I guess I'll go down to the super's and try to explain this again," she half laughed.

"Good luck, and take this you might need it," he handed her a small piece of paper.

"Really, thanks but I can't call you," she started but he cut her off.

"Just take it, you might need it," and he folded her hand around it and with a smile stepped back inside his apartment and shut the door.

She sighed and started down the hall. She glanced at the paper and chuckled to herself. Then she stopped, looked slowly down and the paper and just stood there for a full minute. Then with a half-hearted curse accompanied by a little laugh she went on down the hall. There were only four numbers. Well, at least she wouldn't have to explain the handcuffs to the super.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

The Pulsating Charlie

I was working as a cashier in one of the major banks in the city, not very glamorous or exciting but it pays the bills. My friends tell me I should be a model because I am tall and slim with natural good looks, but I am happy as I am. I live in a village on the outskirts of the city, with my 2 dogs and my aging mother who I look after. I love the countryside and look forward to walking my dogs when I get home every day.


The day it happened was like any other Monday night. I sat on the bench at the station waiting for the train that would take me home. It was a comfortable summer evening and the trouser legs of my pinstripe business suit flapped gently in the breeze. I was glad I had chosen the trousers today, a skirt would probably have left my legs a little chilly.


Just then I heard the unmistakable rumble of the train approaching. I got up from the bench and stood waiting patiently for the train to stop before climbing aboard. The train was quite full as it always was this time in the evening, but luckily for me a woman had gotten off before me leaving a spare seat. As the woman passed me on the way out I noticed that her face was flushed and she seemed slightly out of breath. A bit strange I thought considering she had just been sitting on a train.


The seats where arranged in pairs all facing forward and staggered on either side of the carriage. The vacant seat was next to the window with an attractive woman sitting in the isle seat. I expected the woman to move over as I approached but she pulled her legs in and motioned for me to squeeze pass instead. I figured she probably wanted to get off at the next stop and squeezed passed. I was surprised how difficult it was to get passed having been sure there was plenty of room when I started, I found my butt pressed tightly up against her knees as I made my way to my seat.


As soon as I sat down I realised why the woman had not moved. I gasped quietly as I felt a hard ridge in the seat running front to back right between my legs.


"Are you OK my dear"


"Oh yes" I replied, not wanting to make a fuss "Its just this seat cushion has seen better days I think, I wasn't quite expecting it that's all."


"I know what you mean, my seats lumpy as hell too. You would think with what they charge us for season tickets they could afford to replace the cushions now and again."


I agreed and we soon fell into the usual conversation about the state of the railways.


As we talked however I began to have problems concentrating as the ridge in my seat made its presence felt by sliding in-between my butt, and separating the lips of my pussy such that almost my whole wait was resting right on my but hole. This was very uncomfortable while at the same time producing a strange tingling sensation in my crotch.


As we talked the woman seemingly absent mindedly, put her hand on my thigh. It was a friendly caress neither threatening or sexual and I thought nothing of it.


The train always waited 10 minutes at the station before moving off, but at last it was time and I felt the familiar throb of the electric motors as the train began to move off. Except this time it was different, I realised to my horror that the ridge in my seat was picking up the vibration from the electric motors and transmitting it directly between my legs. Sex has never played a big part in my life, in fact although I am now 22 I'm still a virgin, although I would never admit it to anyone. I do masturbate regularly but I have never had the guts to buy myself a vibrator, so the sensation building between my legs was relatively new to me.


The woman beside me seemed thankfully oblivious to my predicament and continued to talk. This helped keep my mind off it for a while but I could feel my arousal level building steadily. I new it would not be too long before I would no longer be able to concentrate on anything but the increasing sense of urgency between my legs. I tried shifting in my seat but this just seemed to increase my contact with the ridge making the situation worse. Plus I was sure that the woman's hand was pressing down gradually harder and harder on my thigh further increasing the pressure.


As I felt myself beginning to slip away I realised the vibration was beginning to reduce as the train slowed down for the next station. Thank god I thought, as soon as we stop I'll move to another seat. Although part of me would love to have stayed, I knew if I did stay any longer I would loose control and certainly have an orgasm.


Once the train had come to a halt I moved to get up, but the woman kept her hand firmly on my thigh and continued talking. I didn't want to be rude and so remained where I was, while waiting for a gap in her story so that I could excuse myself gracefully. To my dismay she didn't stop the whole time that the train was stationary, and as we began to move on again I slumped back into my seat. My mind began to work over time trying to think of a way out, to get away from the delectable feeling that was once again building between my legs.


I felt my breathing beginning to increase, slipping into the rhythm of the train wheels passing over the joins in the track, Clickety-clack, clickety-clack... The voice of the woman that was still talking to me became distant as my mind betrayed me and began to slip into a fantasy. I imagined the woman began to move her hand up my leg until she was cupping my crutch, gently rubbing up and own. Then slipping her hand into the waistband of my trousers and pushing down under my panties until she was cupping my hot, wet, naked pussy. Her finger tracing a line down between the folds to the entrance of my vagina, before moving back up to gently massage my clit. I was more aroused than ever before in my life, had I been at home masturbating in my bed, I would have had an orgasm a long ago. But the unfamiliarity of the train and the other passengers around me held me back from the edge. Yet at the same time my arousal continued to build to new and unknown heights.


I was so close now I knew there was nothing that could prevent the inevitable unless within the next ten seconds.... The vibration suddenly ceased and as the train pulled into the station it took considerable mental effort for me too pull my mind back to reality. Some one was talking too me, it was the woman sitting next to me, I heard what she said but it took my brain a couple of minutes to decipher it.


"Are you OK my dear? Your looking a little flushed."


As I tried to think through the fog in my head I was having difficulty working out where I was and what I was doing. I was almost there when the insistent vibration of the trains motors began again and I moaned out loud as I slipped back into a state of extreme arousal. The train only moved slowly this time and somewhere in my subconscious I realised the next stop was mine, it was only a short distance and hence the train never got a chance to build up much speed.


I was on the edge again but to my dismay I realised it wasn't going to be quite enough to get me off before my stop. I considered putting my hand down my trousers to get it over with. Then I could concentrate, but there was no way I could do it without drawing attention to my self. I began shifting in my seat trying to increase the contact but to no avail. I saw the station in the distance and sighed in frustration.


Just then the woman next to me said "ooh look at that" and leaned over me as if looking out the window at something. At the same time she moved her hand to my crotch, cupping my trouser covered pussy. She then proceeded to rub me very rapidly while continuing to look out the window and placing her shoulder against my mouth. I had no time to protest, I orgasmed almost immediately. My legs kicked out, hitting the metal plate at the back of the seat in front. The metallic clang effectively drowned out my scream as I bit down into the woman's shoulder. I had never cum like that before in my life, it took several minutes for me to come down enough to realise that the train was now at my station. I grabbed my stuff and rushed off the train avoiding eye contact with the woman next to me, not knowing what else to do.


I ran straight home using my jacket to cover my clearly wet crotch. Once home I went straight into the shower and masturbated to two more orgasms within 5 minutes.