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.

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!

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.

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.

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...