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...

Surprised Dressing Room

The weather was hot and humid, like most July days around here. The crew had just finished installing my new in-ground pool this week. The water was crystal clear, and it had taken only a couple of days for it to get warm. I put my hand in, and it felt like I had just drawn a nice, warm bath. I was anxious to try it out, but was disappointed to discover that I didn't have a decent pair of swimming trunks anywhere, so I jumped in my car to drive to the local department store to see if I could find a new pair. The heat hit me like a blast furnace when I opened the car door, and the upholstery was so hot that it hurt to touch it. I started it up and got the AC running; hot air blew from the vents for a moment, replaced by cooler air after a minute or so. 

The drive to town was uneventful, about 25 minutes because my place is in the country, nestled in the quiet and picturesque hills of Kentucky. Living in the country has its advantages because I can't see my nearest neighbor's house and everything is so peaceful. When I got to the department store, the pavement appeared to be moving from the little mirages created as the heat rose from surface. I hurried into the store and welcomed the coolness, thankful to be away from the sweltering heat outside. 

I was welcomed at the door by a well-dressed elderly lady. "May I help you with something today, sir?" she asked. I said that I was looking for a new pair of swimming trunks and she directed me to the sporting goods department. She said, "Most people would think they would be in the clothing department, but not here, management makes those tough decisions!" She gave a bit of a sarcastic grin. I thanked her and headed to sporting goods. 

Amidst the balls, bats, tents, and various other implements I finally spotted a couple of racks containing both men’s and women's bathing suits. I headed over and began going through the myriad sizes, shapes, and colors before finally choosing a couple of different pairs that looked interesting. Unable to find the dressing rooms, I stopped a clerk and asked where they were. He directed me to a hallway and said, pointing, "They’re at the end of this hall on the right, temporary ones until the new ones are finished out in our main showroom." He handed me a tag with the number two on it and asked me to please return it after I had finished. I asked what the tag was for and he said, "It indicates how many articles you take in with you - to prevent theft." I nodded and headed down the hall. 

I went to the dressing room at the end of the hall, not knowing why I passed several others that were vacant. I opened the door, stepped in, and was greeted by a quiet but audible gasp from a woman standing before me in an alluring two-piece bikini. Her back was to me as she inspected her bikini selection on the full-length mirror attached to the wall. But she turned to face me when she heard the door close behind me and I immediately recognized her. “Oh my God!” I exclaimed, “Michelle is that you?” Her look of shock melted away and a huge smile covered her face. "Anthony - I can't believe it, I haven't seen you since college! How long has it been? Geez - almost twenty years!" My mind was spinning in twenty different directions, but I managed to say, "I can't believe it’s been that long - it's good to see you!" She was even more beautiful than when I remembered. Her dark brown eyes were complimented by her brown curly hair, which was flowing down over her shoulders to the middle of her back. 

I tried hard to be inconspicuous as I stared at her beautiful full breasts filling the bikini bra and then some! I could tell she had only recently come into the store, because her nipples were hard and thrusting against the material from the change in temperature. I apologized for accidentally busting in on her, then turned to open the door. When I heard her say, "Going so soon, without giving me an opinion on my bikini selection?" I could hardly believe it. I turned back around and, with a wicked grin on my face, said, "Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint you, now would I?" My glance went from her eyes directly back to her tits. The only thing holding the top up was the tie around her neck and her hands pulling the material taut around those full globes. The other strings were hanging at her sides.

She chuckled as she spoke. “What do you think? A little too much skin showing? Or am I too old to be wearing this kind of suit anymore? You know how it is, as you get older, gravity takes its toll!” 

I nearly choked as I felt my dick tighten in its confined quarters. Her tits were still the same as they’d been in college – full, round, and very little hint of sag. She turned again to the mirror, studying her chest. 

“I don’t see a thing wrong. You’ve got the breasts of a woman half your age!” I could feel my dick rising, and knew I had to get out of there in the near future before I embarrassed myself like some high school kid having to go up to the blackboard with a dick like a black panther's fist.

Her eyes met mine in the mirror, and then traveled to my crotch, and she smiled. She was actually enjoying my torment! 

“I was thinking of maybe that one over there on the chair. It’s a little more daring, don’t you think?” 

I looked over at the other bathing suit, and noticed its thong panty and tiny triangles for a bra. “Yeah, definitely more daring, but you could carry it off,” I said, turning back to her. 

“Help me with it, will you?” She turned back to the mirror and dropped the top she was holding. Her eyes came back to mine in the mirror, wide, innocent, and with that helpless look that every man in the world knows. I picked up the tiny suit, my eyes never leaving hers in that dressing room mirror, and stood behind her. 

“I’d be more than happy to be of service,” I said. I took the bra top and held it in front of her, using my hands to mold the cups to her tits, just like she had done earlier. She watched my hands in the mirror, and then looked deep in my eyes as I spoke. “This one doesn’t cover as much,” I said, “but it makes it easier to take off and tan topless, so you won’t have to worry about any of those nasty tan lines.” My hands moved to cup her tits first through the material, then under it, roaming over her nipples as her breath came in a soft gasp. Both nipples were pinched between my thumbs and forefingers, first lightly, then with increasing pressure, until she gave a slight but audible moan. I ground my dick into her ass. She reached behind her and felt my hardening dick through my shorts, then turned and began undoing my belt and zipper. As her hand found my hard flesh, her soft touch caused my groin to tingle deep inside my balls. 

She started to say something, but I pressed a finger to her lips. Smiling, I said, "Sshhhhh." She nodded, and smiled in approval. I ran the tip of my finger around her lips and then slipped it into her mouth. I felt her bite down gently and then flick my finger with her tongue while softly sucking on it. This caused my dick to go from semi-hard to rock solid in a matter of seconds. She pulled me in closer while continuing to suck on my finger and I could feel her hard nipples pressing firmly against me now. I reached up and took a nipple in my hand and pinched it with just enough pressure to cause erotic pain. With her nipple still in my fingers I bent over and swept her curly brown hair from her shoulders and began to gently kiss her neck and earlobe. Her hand was rubbing my fully erect member, even though I was still in my shorts, and my erection was becoming painful. I slid my free hand to her crotch and touched the bikini material that covered her now swollen and throbbing pussy lips. The material was soaking wet with the moisture from her love mound. I pulled the elastic material to the side, just enough so that I can slip my fingers between it and her soft wet pussy. I traced my finger along her lips, letting her wetness cover my fingers, and then took them out and tasted the sweetness from her pussy. She gasped with pleasure to see me tasting her, knowing that it wouldn't end with me simply licking her juice from my fingers. I pulled her bikini panties down to her ankles and then stooped down to help her remove them over the sandals that she still wore on her feet. I was now face to face with a perfectly trimmed patch of hair that glistened with her wetness. 

I quickly brushed her clothing off the chair, and then sat her down and she instinctively spread her legs open, revealing what I was dying to taste. Still on my knees from helping her remove her panties, I moved to her spread legs and touched the outer lips of her pussy with my tongue and her hips jerked with approval. She reach down with her hands and spread the lips of her moist pussy open for me to taste the sweetness within. I pushed my tongue forward and felt it part her inner lips and slide into her love canal. She then grabbed my head and pulled my face hard between her legs, forcing my tongue deep inside her. I ran my tongue in and out of her, tongue-fucking her, and her hips kept time with my strokes. My tongue then found its way to the top of her slit and I could feel her swollen clit, which I took in to my mouth and began to suck and lick. I knew she was cumming when her hips began to buck wildly and she forced herself into my face and darting tongue. Her orgasm came quick and hard and I could taste her love juice gushing into my mouth, making her pussy even wetter than before. 

She looked at me with a satisfied smile on her face and said, "Stand up for me now." I did as she asked and she leaned forward and with one fluid motion she had my pants to my ankles and my shorts willingly went with them. My dick sprang forward from its prison being so rock hard. She cupped my balls in her hand, squeezing them gently. She looked up at me and licked her lips, taking her tongue from one side to the other very slowly. I thought I was going to cum right there on the spot, but she circled her fingers around the base of my dick and squeezed. She brought her lips to the head of my dick and kissed my head. She then turned her head and nibbled along the length of my shaft, flicking her tongue and licking as she went up and down. When she got back to the head, she slipped it in her mouth, and I watched my dick disappear into her moist, lipstick red, lips. It seemed to take forever, but all too soon I felt my head touch the back of her throat. She then reversed the process and began pulling back out of her mouth, only to stop at the head and start over. After a couple of minutes she was fucking my dick with her mouth at an unbelievable pace and I was holding the back of her head and thrusting my hips forward to shove myself deep into her mouth. I knew I couldn't take much more of this as I felt my toes tingling and my legs beginning to shake. My balls were mixing up a load of cum that I could feel traveling up the shaft of my rock hard dick. Sensing this I tried to pull out of her mouth, but she could sense the same thing and reach her arms around my hips and pulled me deeper into her mouth. I could feel the first shot of cum rocket out of my head and instantly splash against the back of her throat and I felt her swallow hard, barely enough time for her to receive the next rush. One hand kept working the length of my dick while the other coaxed my balls to produce every last drop. The cum continued to spurt from my dick. She held my dick in her hand and milked every drop of cum from me; licking each bead as it she squeezed it from my softening member. 

She stood up and we kissed deeply, our tongues wrapped around one another's and our now naked bodies pressed against each other. I wondered how long we had been in that dressing room together, but somehow it just didn't matter; we were oblivious to everything but the presence of our bodies touching. After a few moments of kissing, she bent to her knees and her face was inches away from my flaccid dick. She began to lick my dick and rub my balls lightly; taking my dick back into her mouth and sucking on it like a lollipop. I could hardly believe it but my dick was responding to her treatment and was getting hard again. Satisfied that my dick was sufficiently hard, she stood up and put a foot on the chair, widening the stance of her other foot. I knew exactly what she wanted and I was more that willing to accommodate her wishes. I brought the head of my dick up to her pussy, which was still soaking wet and hot. She reached down and took my dick and rubbed it on her pussy lips and across her clit several times. I could tell that feeling my head rubbing her wet mound was arousing her. She pulled my dick toward the opening of her cunt and I pushed my hips slightly and felt the head enter inside of her wet hole. I could feel the heat of her pussy on my head while the rest of my dick was cool in contrast. Then, with her groan muffled in my shoulder, she lowered her hips downward and the entire length of my shaft, burying myself deep inside her with one quick thrust. Buried deep in her, I bent toward her breast, took her nipple in my mouth, and bit at the base of it, nibbling out to the tip. I knew she approved and I could feel her flexing her muscles deep within her pussy to fuck my dick without me pumping in her. After enjoying the feeling of my balls against her ass and my dick surrounded by her, I begin to stroke her pussy. After just a couple of thrusts I was ramming my dick deep in and out of her and her feet were practically coming off the floor with each up-stroke. She matched my movement and kept perfect time with my thrusts. I could feel her orgasm coming on, which excited me and caused me to cum deep inside her pussy. Her cum was streaming down my dick, soaking my balls with our juices. Our orgasms were in perfect harmony together and we gave everything that was in the both of us. 

We lay there, sprawled across the chair, her hair in our faces and breathing like we’d run a mile. She sat up and smiled. I looked for my shorts, but she stopped me. “One more thing,” she said, and knelt between my thighs once more. She took my now limp dick in her hand and began to lick it, sucking off the cum we had both left behind. “Mmmmmmmmmmm,” she said, and smiled. She didn’t even bother putting on her panties, but stuffed them in her purse, and walked out the door. I followed a few minutes later, and handed the clerk my number two. 

“How did they work out for you, sir?” he asked, and I had to smile. 

“They were both great, but I think the second one was the best.” I answered with a goofy grin on my face. 

“Funny,” he said. “That’s what the lady who just left said too.”

The Delivery

She brushed the stray strands of hair away from her forehead. Even this early in the morning, it was hot. It was one of the rare occasions where she had been scheduled to meet their normal Wednesday morning delivery guy. She sighed as she straightened the counters for the fiftieth time.

Just then she heard the rumbled of the delivery truck pulling in behind the little diner. She grabbed the keys to the storeroom and moved towards the back door.

“Its about time” she muttered. She unlocked the back door at the knock and opened it. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight that greeted her. He was absolutely gorgeous. His hair, black and deep cut. His eyes were a piercing brown and his lips full, sensuous and kissable. She felt a syrupy heat pool low in her belly. His body was all hard muscle and bronzed skin. 

“Hey’ he said with a heart stopping smile, “Can you… sign for this.”

He let his eyes wander over her. She wasn’t the usual girl who was here on Wednesdays. She was taller by at least a foot. Her body was supple and lithe where Abigail’s was curvaceous. Her breasts were full but not ample like Abigail’s. He found himself getting hard just looking at her. He wanted her… bad. 

“Yeah, not a problem” she said in a husky voice. He saw the desire building in her eyes as she watched him. He smiled at her again and watched her breath catch.

She led the way through the narrow hallway to the storeroom. Her rounded hips swayed in a natural grace. Unlocking the door, she preceded him inside as he carried the first box. She went out to the truck to help him. They worked out a system to maneuver through the tight hallway, one moving out of the way of the other. She felt herself breathing a little heavier as she watched his muscles ripple with each movement. God she wanted to fuck him and now.

He waited until the last two boxes were being carried in. Then he didn’t move out of the way when she came back out of the storeroom. She looked at him a little hesitantly and turned to the side. He followed suit and they tried to move passed one another. She stopped dead in her tracks when her stomach was brushed by something rigid, very rigid. Her breath caught again as she looked up into his eyes. They were slumberous and dark with desire. Her nipples tightened beneath her uniform and she felt the hot wetness of her need. He put the box down and stared into her eyes. Then he leaned down and kissed her hard. He thrust his tongue passed her full lips and deep into her sweet mouth. She moaned in response as she returned his kiss. He pressed her up against the wall, letting his hands move to her hips. He pulled her tight against his erection, brushing it back and forth against her.

Suddenly she pushed him back, her breath coming in heavy pants. He looked at her with a question in his eyes. She smiled seductively and, bit by bit, began to unbutton his shirt. She kissed her way across his chest, suckling hard at his nipples, making them ache with pleasure. She held his gaze as she swirled her tongue down his stomach and dipped it inside the waistband of his pants. She chuckled softly as he growled. Then she unzipped them, letting his huge erection free. She gasped at the size of him and felt her pussy begin to throb with the yearning to have that hard dick fill her to the hilt.

She gradually dropped to her knees. Looking up at him, she opened her mouth and flicked her tongue over the tip of him. He quivered in response and buried his fingers in her hair. He moaned loudly as she slid her lips over him in one long deep slide. Leisurely, she ran her tongue around the crown of his dick as she sucked lightly. She met her lips with her hands and stroked him as she pulled her mouth almost completely off him. Then quickly, she took him in again. He moaned as he watched her tease him into an even harder erection. God she was good at this, really good. 

Soon he felt the tightening inside him. His muscles tensed as the pleasure built and built until he couldn’t take it any more. He pulled her mouth from him.

“When I come I want to be buried between your thighs,” he growled as he pulled her to her feet, “So now it’s your turn.”

He pushed her back against the wall and ran his eyes over her. Holding her gaze, he reached for the first button on her uniform. Slowly he flicked it loose. Then, caressing the skin bared to him, he opened the second button. He repeated the moves until her uniform hung open and her lithe body was bared to his hot gaze. Her full breasts were encased in deep purple lace. Matching French cut panties hid the core of her from him. He smiled. He loved purple and lace. He flicked the front closure of her bra open, spilling them into his hands as he ran his tongue along her sleek skin. She moaned as he ran his thumbs over her hard nipples, sending lightning bolts of pleasure straight between her thighs.

“Yes” she moaned, arching her body into his hands. He squeezed a little harder. He took one aching tip deep into his mouth. He flicked his tongue against her nipple and then suckled her. She nearly screamed with the pleasure. With a snarl, he moved down her body, nipping as he went until he was on his knees. He drew her panties down her long legs and tucked them in his back pocket. He nipped at her hip as he leisurely stroked her. Her curls were hot and damp with desire. She trembled. He slid a single finger inside her, testing her. His entry was easy and he fought to control his hunger. Then a second joined the first and slowly he thrust them into her. She whimpered and trembled, her body giving another rush of liquid heat. He began slow and then increased the pace as her body tightened. When she began to push against his hand, he replaced his fingers with his mouth.

The pleasure assaulted her as his tongue plunged inside her. His breath taunted her as he licked deep, tasting her essence. Her hands swarmed around his head. He flicked his tongue over her clit faster and more rapidly as her muscles began to quiver and tighten, striving for her peak.

“Yes… oh yes…. Ah” she moaned as her body tightened. It was close, so very close.

Just as her orgasm began, he pulled his mouth away. She moaned in frustration. Her moans turned into a gasping scream as his hard shaft thrust inside her. He filled his hands with her ass as he lifted her to accept all of him. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he began thrusting into her aggressively. She encouraged him with hand, and mouth and body, matching his movements with equal intensity.

“Yes more… harder…”

“Yeah… um” he growled as he captured her mouth and mimicked his body. The dual sensation sent her flying into her orgasm. She grasped him with her thighs, arching her body and pulling him deeper.

He continued to thrust into her, deep and shallow. Deep. Deep. Shallow. Shallow. Deep. He moved his mouth down along her throat to her shoulder. His body tightened as he felt her second orgasm begin. Her inner muscles rippled along his dick. She tried to pull him deeper inside her hot sheath, milking him, draining his control. 

When her hot mouth locked onto the curve of his shoulder and began to knead with her teeth, he lost it. The sounds of his thrusts makes a drum beat against the wall behind her. Her nails dug into his back and raked downward as she felt his seed spill deep into her body in a volcanic hot rush. He roared his release against her throat

Slowly he slid to his knees, taking her with him. She ended up straddling his hard thighs, still holding him deep. She trembled at the sensation. Her head fell to his shoulder. Their breathing slowly began to return to normal. 

She stood up on shaky legs, smiling contentedly. He returned her smile and rose. Unhurriedly, he clasped her bra and buttoned her uniform. She straightened his shirt and jeans.

“What a shame” she murmured as she zipped his pants, concealing him from her gaze. He chuckled quietly.

Just before he walked back out to his truck to finish his route, he pulled her into his arms for a fierce hot kiss. Reluctantly she pulled away and then gave him a seductively hot smile.

“See you when you get home…. ”

“Most definitely…. Happy Anniversary.” He returned her smile, climbed into his truck and drove away, waving at her with her own lace panties. She chuckled, knowing she would have to pay an exquisitely lovely and erotic ransom to get them back.

Hotel Astonishment

I had to travel out of town for one weekend and I knew it was going to be a quick trip so I went cheap and found a small low priced hotel with a reputable chain since I only needed one night. I was in no hurry and I arrived in the late afternoon. As I walked into the lobby I immediately took notice of the cute young clerk working behind the desk. She was on the phone as I approached the desk and she smiled and said that she would be right with me. After a few minutes she finally hung up the phone and turned her attention to me. 

"Welcome to our humble little hotel…sorry about the delay, but we had a bit of a crisis I had to deal with." I smiled and acted interested. She took my name and started working on checking me in.

"This has not been the greatest of days" she tells me. "My boyfriend and I had this huge fight before I came into work and he told me not to bother coming home tonight so it looks like I will be sleeping here at the hotel tonight". Again I showed my interest with a little flirtatious flavor mixed in this time. I noticed from her tag that her name was Courtney.

"Well that boyfriend of yours is a fool if you ask me…how could anybody not want someone as pretty as you coming home to them every night." I tell her as I am signing my check-in slip.

When I slide the form to her I give her a sly grin and she responds with a girlish shy grin back, her head down, looking up at me with her pretty hazel eyes and pushing her hair back behind her one ear. It was one of those moments in time where both of us knew a connection had been made. She thanked me for the kind words and then got out a map to show me how to get to my room. "I upgraded you to a king bed, if that's ok", she tells me.

"That's great" I tell her, "to bad it's just me tonight" as our fingers touch while we both lean in to see the map. After another "connection" moment, I go to leave, pause, look back and tell her, "hey you know, if you want someone to vent on tonight about your boyfriend, or something…stop by, sometimes it's easier to talk to a stranger…you should know where to find me" I tell her with a smile.

She smiles back and says, "you know, I might just take you up on that" as she again brushes her hair back behind her ear, rotating herself from side to side, and gives me a sexy wave good-bye, of which I return the wave and head for my room.

I enter my room, which has all the basic necessities and not much more, but it seems comfortable and clean and modern with a nice lounge chair, desk and of course the king bed as Courtney said I would have. I do a little unpacking and then get comfortable on the lounge chair with a movie on HBO. My mind starts to fantasize a little about Courtney actually coming by my room but I never really expect it to happen. Dinner time approaches and I head out to get a little something to eat. I get back to the room and get comfortable again, now approaching about 8pm in the evening.

Just as I sit down I hear a low knock on the door. Could it be? I get up, open the door, and loe and behold, there stands Courtney in all her glory. She has changed into jeans and an oversized shirt and has let her hair out. Her hair is dark brown, down over her shoulders and wavy all over, very sexy. I can now see she is quite shapely now and I quickly let her in, closing the door behind us.

"I told you I might take you up on your offer" she tells me, "but I must admit…I didn't come here to talk."

"Oh really, then what did you come here for" I ask her with a smile, as if I didn't know.

"I came here to fuck" she tells me as she steps towards me, wraps her arms around my shoulders and starts kissing me passionately. The passion between us immediately starts to build.

Between kisses and panting she tells me…"I realized that what I really needed to get over my boyfriend was just to get laid…and you are very hot".

Not really caring what her motivation is at this point I slip my hands up under the back of her shirt and quickly discover that she has no bra on. Courtney starts to rub herself up against me as my one hand moves over her ass and pulls her tight up against me as my other hand slowly moves around to her front and starts to caress one of her breasts.

She moans with approval and I can now feel her aroused nipple between my fingers. Her breast feels wonderful as I gently squeeze and careess it. I can't wait to see them in all full flesh. Courtney now not wanting to waste any time at all here, starts to walk backwards, pulling us both onto the bed. As we fall upon it our hands are all over each other now, as my leg slides between hers, she pulls me in and starts grinding herself against my leg.

The whole scenario is getting hotter and hotter by the second. I now roll over on top of her and quickly stand up off the bed to put out the lights, lock the door and pull the curtains all the way shut. I can sense Courtney stripping away her clothes as I start to do the same. By the time I get back to the bed we are both all but naked.

"Now where were we" I say, "right about here" she answers as she pulls me on top of her, spreads her legs open and wraps herself around me.

"Ohhh god, you have no idea how good you feel" she tells me. We start again to kiss passionately, our tongues intertwined with each others as our arousal builds. 

I then start kissing my way down her neck and take her breasts into my hands. They feel wonderful as I squeeze and caress them, feeling her nipples grow at my touch. She holds my head against her chest as I start to lick and suck on her enlarged nipples, sending her into a fit of heavy breathing as she starts to undulate herself against me.

I continue my way with kisses down across her belly as she arches her back and guides my head between her wide spread legs. Her pussy is glistening wet as I admire its tight beauty. She is closely shaved and I bury my tongue into its wetness setting her off with moans and cries of passion in response. She tastes so sweet as my tongue moves up and down from the edge of her puckered little ass to the tip of her exposed and sensitive clit. Her juices cover my face as I focus now on her pretty pink clit.

I cover it with my mouth and circle it with my tongue over and over sending Courtney into a passionate rage. I can barely retain contact as her body gyrates on the bed, her hands grip the sheets and her legs spread wide as I can tell from her response that her climax is well on its way. Within seconds she explodes with an orgasmic cry of passion as waves of pleasure flow through her body. My god she is absolutely incredible.

As I start to kiss myself back up across her body I can hear her panting, "fuck me…oh god fuck me…I want you inside me".

She pulls my head to her face and starts kissing me again as I position my dick at the edge of her now sopping wet pussy. I tease her with my tip of my dick, sliding it up and down against her wet pussy lips. She is all but begging me to enter her when I penetrate her lips with my hard dick and slide myself deep inside her.

"Ohhhhhhhh god…YES…YES" she moans as I feel her pussy tighten around me as I enter deeper and deeper inside of her. Her pussy is so fucking tight and wet and feels incredible as I move in and out.

Courtney starts to encourage me to give it to her harder and faster so that is exactly what I start to do. So I slide my knees up under her legs and pull her spread legs up onto me, slamming my dick deep inside of her and start rubbing her fully exposed clit with my thumb. Courtney grabs a pillow and covers her face as she screams out in ecstacy.

Her legs twitch and her back arches as I continue to stroke in and out of her while keeping continuous contact on her fully aroused clit. Her breasts undulate up and down as wave after wave of climactic pleasure is pulsating through every inch of her being. Her unbelieveable response has me so turned on that I now pull her up against me. We wrap our arms around each other and kiss passionately. We are like two animals in heat as I now start to suck her breasts as she holds my head against her, my dick still buried deep inside her tight pulsating pussy.

"Oh my god, you fucking me to good" she pants. I then roll us over on our sides as Courtney lets out a scream and a giggle as I position her now on top of me. She wastes no time as she starts gyrating her hips and grinding her pussy against me.

Ahhhh man it feels fucking incredible as I watch her ride my dick, her breasts bouncing in unison to her motions. She then leans down over me to kiss me and starts raising and lowering herself up and down on my head. Her flexibility and speed is amazing as I feel my climax starting to build.

I cry out, "oh god, I'm cumming", at which Courtney hops off of me, grabs my dick in her hand, covers my head with her mouth and proceeds to stroke me off as I cum into her mouth. Her mouth on my dick feels incredible, Ohhhhh shit, that feels so damn good.

Courtney continues to stroke and suck my dick into her mouth, her tongue and warm, wet mouth feels incredible as she looks up into my eyes while she works my pole in her soft grip.

"You've got a big dick" she tells me. After a few minutes of her attention, my dick amazingly starts to return to it's former raging hardness. Once I am fully erect, Courtney gets up off the bed with a smile looking back and heads over to the counter where she starts to wash up a bit. I know she knows I'm watching her as she seductively bends over the sink and then pushes out her beautifully shaped ass.

It is more than I can take as I go over to her. I come up behind her slowly, but she knows I am there. I slowly run my fingers down over her arm, move her hair to the side and start to kiss her neck from behind. I then wrap my arms around her and start caressing her breasts and running my fingers through the small patch of hair between her legs.

She reacts by raising her arms up over my head and we watch each other in the mirror in front of us. After a few minutes of the seduction, Courtney turns around and we start to kiss as I pick her up under her ass and set her on the counter. Courtney wraps her legs around me and pulls me into her as the passion between us again picks up the pace.

In no time at all, my cdicks head is at the edge of her wetness as I slowly start to penetrate her warm pussy with one slow, continuous thrust until my dick is disappears deep inside of her. Courtney lets out a moan and a sigh of pleasure as I pull her close and start a slow in and out stroke inside of her. Our hands roam all over each others bodies as we work ourselves into a sensual frenzy.

Courtney throws her head back in passion, moaning with pleasure as I bury my face onto her neck, kissing her all over while my cock continues to slide now effortlessly in and out of her warm wetness. "Oh Keith you feel so good inside me like this" she moans into my ear, "what do you say we take a shower" she tells me.

Hearing this wonderful idea, I reach my hands under her ass, her legs wrapped tight around me, and I carry her into the bathroom, still buried deep inside her. I sit myself down momentarily on the toilet and Courtney starts to ride up and down on my raging hard-on. Her breasts are at eye level now as they move and bounce in rhythm to her riding on my dick. Her moans fill the room as my hands reach behind her and caress her ass and pussy from the underside, sending tingles of joy through her body. She squeals in response…"ooooh, you naughty little boy"….lets finish this in the shower".

Agreeing, Courtney slowly lifts herself off of me and we start the shower. We both get in and the warmth of the water feels soothing against us. We can't keep our hands off each other as we soap ourselves all over and rub ourselves up and down against each other. The passion between us is really heightened now as Courtney lifts her one leg up onto the side of the tub and I slide myself under her. While never breaking our kiss, Courtney takes my dick in her hand and slides it up into herself.

The warmth of the water cascading down over us and the feel of her soft pussy as I enter her is so hot and very erotic as I hold her close and start fucking her with slow, deep strokes of my dick. We are both breathing heavy as we now lean against the wall of the shower. My hands roam from Courtney's breasts, to her ass, to her face and back to her breasts. I love the feel of her soft breasts in my hands, her nipples so perky and responsive. Our bodies grind up and down on each other as I work to fill her pussy with the full length of my dick while she makes every effort to ride up and down on me.

After minutes of trying, we can't seem to find a good position that we can stay in so I just pull out, take Courtney by the hand and run us both wet and naked back to the bed. Courtney giggling all the way lays on her back on the bed with her head at the foot of the bed and beckons me to her. I dangle my dick over her face and she takes it with her hands and then engulfs me into her mouth. I start fondling her breasts as I fuck her face.

Courtney pulls her legs up and spreads them wide. Her pussy is glistening and fully exposed as she moans with pleasure while sucking and licking at my dick with non-stop action from her succulent, wet mouth. Her lips feel so good wrapped around my pole as I slide it in and out between her facial lips. Her nipples are standing on end as I tweak them and fondle her breasts, occassionally slipping my hand down between her legs to tease her clit and quick slip a finger into her sopping wetness. She squeals with delight each time I touch her.

I then step back away from her and have her spin around to face me. She is begging me to fuck her. "Oh god Keith, fuck me with that big dick of yours" she moans.

I grab her legs just below her knees, spread her legs wide and bend them back, fully exposing her pussy as I rub the underside of my dick back and forth over her wet lips. Her pussy is so sweet as I now slide my dick deep inside of her with one swift thrust. Courtney screams in delight and starts to rub her clit as I thrust hard and fast deep inside of her with every stroke. Within seconds she is on the brink of climax as she continues to rub her clit while my dick is non-stop in and out of her.

Her body shakes and gyrates as one orgasmic wave after another starts racing through her body, she screams out with deep cries of passion as I hold her in this position and just continue to pound myself hard and deep into her wet, warm pussy. As I watch this scene unfold in front of me I realize just how HOT the whole thing is.

I take a chance now and pull out of her and position the tip of my raging hard on at the edge of her tight puckered ass. I get no resistance as I start to work my dick inside of her. Courtney moans and squirms until her ass opens up to me, but within a minute or so I slowly start to work my dick in and out of her.

I can't believe how tight her ass feels, I think to myself that I must be the first for her like this as she urges me on now, "mmmm yes, fuck my ass, baby", so fuck it I do. Soon I feel little resistance and I start thrusting my dick hard and fast in and out of her. Courtney is overcome with pleasure and passion as she squirms about on the bed, her body gyrating and lifting as I continue to plunge my dick deep into her tight little ass, my dick all but disappearing now, deep inside her, her breasts jiggle and move as her body squirms all over the bed as I try to hold her tight against me.

Soon I feel my climax start to build so I pick up the pace in and out of her. Courtney screams and moans as she buries her fingers into her wet pussy. I feel her muscles tighten around my dick as her climax rages through her body. It is more than I can take as I pull out shoot all over her belly. She grabs my dick with her hand and strokes me dry.

"That felt wild...I've never in my life cum like that or that often," she tells me while trying to control her breathing. I collapse onto the bed next to her.

"You are incredible" she whispers to me as she slides up against my chest, kissing my neck and face.

"You're not so bad yourself" I tell her with a grin and a laugh. "You're not so bad yourself!"