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The Woman Across the Street…
June 24th, 2006 at 11:09 pm (Uncategorized)

Opening your shades this morning, something catches your eye. There’s a woman, across the street; you can see her clearly through her open shades. She’s completely nude.

As you watch, she smoothes her hands over her creamy body, caressing it with gentle desire. She snaps her head up, if not looking directly at you, then at least looking directly at your window. She stands, swings the chair around backwards, and straddles it, leaning back, arching her back, and offers her firm breasts up to the empty room.

“She can’t possibly see me. Perhaps she’s an exotic dancer, and she’s practicing her routine?” This somehow seems unlikely, but it’s the only rational thing you can come up with.

Her “dance routine” goes on for a solid 30 minutes. Within 5 minutes her sexual gyrations have you hard as a rock, and within 10 you’ve given in to animal instinct and are touching yourself. Had you been in a club, and this the dancer in front of you, she’d have had more than a few bills in her panties by this point.

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“He’s over there! I know it!” I gasped, a bit out of breath from the dance routine.

“If you can’t see him, what makes you think he’s there?” Tina asked sagely, staying clear of the windows, no matter who might or might not be there.

“I don’t know, I just know he is!” I giggled in reply.

“You just like gettin’ your rocks off puttin’ on a show. If it makes you hotter to pretend he’s there, then go for it.” Tina stood to head to the kitchen for a drink.

I reach out and snatch her by the arm, pulling her into your frame of view, and kissing her deeply. Startled and embarrassed, she slaps at me, and laughing heartily, I let her go. She runs from your view, and I can tell I’d better end the little show for now, and make sure she’s not too upset.

I walk closer, blow a kiss toward your window, and wink as I pull the shades.

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You’re uncertain of what to think of what you just saw. Is this some kind of tease? Is that her girlfriend, or did the other girl run off because she’s not like that and is upset? Perhaps the most surprising this is the girl does indeed have shades! Certainly this is the first time you’ve seen them.

Still puzzling over it, though suddenly quite tired, you stretch out on the sofa to watch a bit of television, and hopefully fall asleep.

Time passes, and the television station you were watching has long since gone off the air.

Slowly, you awaken to a scratching sound at your door. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you stumble to the door by the light of the television. A small but thick manila envelope has been shoved under your door.

Curiosity overrides the nervousness about such an odd package. Slitting it open at one of the short ends with a knife allows a thick stack of color photos to pour out onto your kitchen table. Your jaw drops when it become apparent what the photos are.

“It’s her…” you whisper. Sure enough, mixed in with the photos is a perfumed card. It reads: “My friend was a little shy at first, but she wanted to make it up to you. Hope you like it! Kisses!” It was signed only “Girl Next Door”.

As you paw through the photos, you feel desire stirring within you. Both women appear in the photos, sometimes naked, sometimes posing in alluring lingerie. Near the bottom of the stack are more sexual photos: the women touching themselves, pleasuring themselves with toys, and even having sex with each other. “Must’ve had a tripod for that one…”, you can’t help thinking to yourself as your turn a photo of a particularly acrobatic sex act around, trying to guess which way is “up”.

As aroused as you are, you’re exhausted enough it’s hard to believe this isn’t some kind of odd dream.

You take the stack of photos back over to the sofa, and lay down again, idly flipping through them. The perfume on the card lulls you back to sleep, and you have more than a few sexual dreams before morning.

Waking up the next day, you shower, and mull over the pictures. Deciding that nothing ventured is nothing gained, you write a short note, and sign it with your name and number. You enter my apartment building, and pacing out which apartment must be mine, you slip the note under my door.

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I had just arrived home, juggling sacks of groceries as I fumble for the lights, when I feel my foot brush against something on the floor. I squeal in delight, hoping I know what it is. I drop the groceries on the counter, flip on the lights, and smile broadly as I reach to pick up the small note.

Smiling broadly, I read over the note a couple times.

“Johnny” I roll the name around a bit, playing with the sound of it on my tongue. “Johnny…”

I put the groceries away, contemplating my next step.

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The lights have gone on in her apartment. Your heart is pounding, and your thoughts a nervous jumble in your head.

Has she found the note? Has she read it? Is she going to call me? You reach for the phone and confirm the ringer is turned on. What does she think? The uncertainty is killing you. She hasn’t appeared in front of her window yet, what is she doing?

To relieve a bit of the tension, you stand up and pace. Across the room…turn…back…turn. Across the room…turn… There she is!

You see her in profile as she stands facing one of the walls out of view of the window. She starts giggling, and talking animatedly, although you can’t hear her.

“Someone’s with her…” you whisper to yourself, “…her girlfriend?” you wonder.

Pulling the chair near the window, you take a seat. She’s still talking and gesturing, when something about her changes. It’s subtle, but clear.

You recognize what’s happening. “She’s hot. Just like that, she’s turned-on.” You can see the flash in her eyes, as she’s transformed from this bright, animated woman, to this sexual animal.

You see the glint of her moist lips, and she slowly undoes the exceedingly flattering “Marilyn Monroe” sweater she’s wearing. She looks a bit like Marilyn today: black pencil skirt, and soft pink cashmere sweater, both tight in all the right places. Button by button, the sweater slowly comes open, slipping down off her shoulders, in a shy-but-not-so-shy kind of way. She turns, and as the sweater drops to the floor, she’s facing almost totally away from you.

You keep watching, but a certain amount of nervousness grows in your head. “Was she just being a tease? Did she not mean anything by those pictures? Who’s there with her?”

She’s bent over, having unzipped the side zipper, tugging the skirt over her womanly bottom with a slow, sexual deliberateness. As the skirt creeps down, it reveals the sheerest pink panties, and a pink garter belt. The belt is attached to nude colored thigh highs, with razor straight seams up the back. She pulls the high-backed chair over, and steps one foot up onto the seat. The seams of the stockings disappear into black patent-leather pumps polished to a high sheen.

You’re about to get physically involved with yourself, when inconveniently enough, the phone rings. Startled, you nearly knock it off the end table trying to answer it.

“Johnny! Roxie dumped me!”

It’s your best friend Trevor, and this is clearly not going to be a short call. You sigh, wishing it had been a wrong number, or something equally quick and undisturbing. Wanting to come through for your friend, you stand, mutter “Show’s over, Girl Next Door.” as you draw the shades, and retreat to the kitchen table listen to your friend’s heartache.

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Trevor is still talking when you see the flame of the candle suffocate in the pool of wax at the bottom of the jar. You lit the candle about 3 hours ago, about an hour after Trevor called. You shake your head, and sighing, drop your head to the table, still holding the phone to your ear. A couple minutes of this, and you hear a knock at the door. Having forgotten entirely about the Girl Next Door, you walk slowly to the door, waiting for a moment to interrupt Trevor and explain that you needed to answer the door. Trevor saves you the trouble, as he announces Roxie has just pulled up, and he needs to go talk to her about recovering their relationship. He’s hung up on you before you can wish him well, or say goodbye.

Completely worn out, you open the door to find no one standing there. Nearly at your wit’s end, you’re about to slam the door when you glance down. A shoebox sits at your feet. You look up the hall, and as you glance to the other end of the hall, you’re sure you see a flash rounding the corner. Jumping the box in the doorway, you race to the end of the hall, hoping to catch her, because it’s sure to be her that left the box. You get to the end of the hall, but there’s no one in sight. Curiosity overrides the desire to chase her down the stairs and try to catch her, and you jog back to your apartment, scoop up the box, and lock the door behind you.

You’re surprised to find how much more nervous you are now. You sit down at the kitchen table, the box in front of you. Bracing yourself, you lift the lid off, and peer into the box. The nervousness drains from your face as you realize who was in the room with her. Reaching into the box, you pull out videotape, and walk over to your VCR.

“No one was in the room with her.” You can’t help smiling in anticipation.

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“I think he may have saw me, I was waiting around the corner to make sure he was there to receive the box.” I confided to Tina over the phone.

“Oh sure, you definitely don’t want something personal like that falling into the wrong hands.” Tina replied sarcastically.

“I may be a bit of an exhibitionist, but I do have some sense of modesty!” I protest.

Tina can’t stop laughing, and after about a minute of her trying to regain control, I just laugh “Goodbye” at her and hang up.

Retreating to the bathroom, I run a bath, add some salts and oils, light some candles and slip in to think about Johnny, and daydream about what might happen if he decides to take me up on my offer.

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You settle on the sofa, almost embarrassed by your bottle of lotion and box of tissues. “Might as well be prepared, I know damn well what’s going to happen before I’m 5 minutes into this.”

Picking up the remote, you hit play, and toss it back onto the coffee table. Static flickers for a moment or two, then the interior of her apartment appears. You lean forward, examining the furnishings and decorations in her apartment. You’ve never seen this wall, as it’s not within view through her window. You note the framed vintage movie posters, a mod looking sofa, and a tall art-deco vase with calla lilies in it. The camera jiggles, and she appears from the right side of the frame.

“Hi Johnny!”

You feel a shiver race through you as you hear her voice, speaking your name. You can almost feel her lips around your cock the way her mouth moves as she says your name. You unfasten you slacks, and sink back a bit into the sofa, pulling the lotion a bit closer to you. “Five minutes, hell, I can’t even make it 30 seconds! How does a girl I don’t even know do this to me!?!?”

As she talks, you recognize her movements from earlier, the animated talking, and the gesturing. Her name is Miranda. She is a dancer, with the stage name “Veronica”, and works at a club downtown that you’ve seen before, but haven’t ever been to. As she mentions this, you glance over at the one other item you’ve pulled from the box: a mysterious metal card, brass, engraved with the word “green” on it. You’re hoping she’ll explain it at some point on the tape.

Anticipating what’s coming next, you slip your rock hard cock from your slacks, and begin stroking yourself. On the tape, Miranda has stopped talking, and now seeing her straight on, and this close, it’s clear more than just the animal sexuality was reflected in her face. Nervousness, schoolgirl-shyness, and just a dash of determination flash across her face. A shiver passes through her body; she closes her eyes, gasps, and licks her lips. Your cock pulses as you recognize the look of animal lust on her face.

She proceeds with the strip tease you had a taste of before Trevor’s call. The sweater is unbuttoned, and slips off. Her skirt is tugged over the curve of her bottom; she pulls the chair over.

Instinctively, you reach for the phone, and turn off the ringer. You’re not taking any chances this time.

She steps one leg up on the chair, and you see now that the sheer pink panties are actually crotchless sheer pink panties. Shivers race through you again as she picks up a translucent pink dildo that looks enough like candy it could be a penis shaped lollipop. One hand lays casually over her leg, her fingers exploring her womanhood idly, as the other hand raises the dildo to her lips. She licks it in a girlie way, and licks her lips, letting them slide over the tip of the dildo. Her mouth opens deliciously, letting the long thick dildo slip in, just as you imagined happening to your cock when she first spoke your name. She swirls her tongue around the dildo, drawing it from her lips; she kisses the tip of it gently. You don’t want to cum quite yet, but much more of this will put you over the edge.

She tips her head back, and draws the dildo down her neck, leaving a slight shimmer of moisture from her lips to her breasts. Her chest heaves as she draws the dildo down over her smooth creamy belly, and over the waistband of the sheer pink panties. She parts lips of her womanhood, revealing the slick shell-pink interior. The dildo begins to slip in, and she gasps, like a virgin being entered for the first time. “Johnny…”

You explode as she gasps your name again. “Oh Johnny…” The dildo is buried deeply in the delicious warmth of her body, and she begins plunging it in and out at an increasing rate, gasping and moaning. She cums within moments of your release. Despite it being only a video, you share the magical afterglow with her.

You’re recovering from your orgasm, when she glances up to the camera, and smiles shyly.

“You may wonder what the other item in the box is.” As she says this, you reach for the brass card. “It’s a special pass to Nocturne, the club I dance at. Bring it to the bouncer at the front entrance on either Friday or Saturday evening, and they’ll take care of you. The shy smiles returns, and she says almost nervously “I hope to meet you this weekend, Johnny.” She bites her lip, waves, and slips quickly off-screen. The image flickers back to static, the tape is over.

Holding the cool metal card in your hand, you can’t help smiling at how shy and nervous she looked. You can’t imagine a woman that beautiful, little less that outgoing, would seem so shy and nervous. It was both alluring and reassuring. “Perhaps she’s as nervous about me as I am about her…” you ponder as you straighten the sofa, rewind the tape, and place the card in your wallet, as to not misplace it before this weekend.

As you finish your tidying, you declare to the empty room “Well, I guess the big decision is Friday, or Saturday?”

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Three days later, and it’s Friday evening. Just after dusk, you check your wallet for the tenth time, confirming the brass card from Miranda is there. You’ve decided to go on Friday night. “Better to meet her sooner than later…” you had rationalized. You check yourself in the mirror one last time before leaving your apartment, locking the door, and trotting down the steps to the street.

You look quite sharp, wearing all black. Having mentioned “Nocturne” to Trevor, he had insisted on picking your the outfit for you. Pressed slacks, silk shirt, and a black leather blazer. At the shop you were initially uncertain of the look, protesting looking like a pimp.

Just then, a stunning woman walked by, traced her finger down your chest, and slipped her hand into the pocket of your slacks! She winked as she passed by you, and as she trailed her hand out of your slacks, you realized she’d left a slip of paper in the pocket. Pulling it out, you were shocked to find her name and number! Trevor immediately left your side, chasing after the woman; sure if he caught her he could convince her that it was he that should have her number as he had selected the outfit.

You couldn’t help laughing at Trevor, but were in awe of the reaction of the stunning woman. “If she liked it so much…” you though, “…perhaps Miranda will too.” You called the clerk over, and announced you were getting the entire ensemble.

Walking down the street to your car, you pass a florist shop. In the window were a large vase of calla lilies. You stop, unsure for a moment of where you just saw calla lilies. Recognition flashes across your face, “In her apartment!”

Five minutes later, you leave the florist shop with a wrapped bouquet of calla lilies. Into your car, and another 20 minutes later, you’re turning your keys over to the valet. You slip the card from your wallet, take a deep breath, and walk to the door. Without a word, you had the card to the doorman, who nods, parts the velvet rope, and passes you off to a bouncer inside the club. The line of people waiting behind the barrier surge forward, desperate to enter the club, and curious to see who has been granted access.

Your new gatekeeper escorts you silently through a maze of backstage passages. Stopping abruptly at a door, he knocks, then immediately turns to leave. A bit put off by suddenly being on your own, you turn to ask him where he’s going when the door opens.

“Johnny!” I gasp happily.

You take a deep breath, and turn back toward the door, the gatekeeper forgotten. Our eyes meet for the first time, and the energy between us is palpable. “Come in.” I whisper softly, stepping back. You walk into my dressing room, which with the size and elaborate furnishings, could easily double as a full apartment.

“Are those for me?” I ask tentatively, nodding toward the bouquet held in the crook of your arm. “Yes.” The brightest smile you’ve ever seen splits my face, and I shyly accept the bouquet. “What kind?” I wonder out loud as I unwrap them. I gasp in obvious astonishment and delight. “Calla lilies! My favorite, how did you know?” I look up at you in awe. You offer up the explanation. “From the video…”

I bite my lip, looking from you to the flowers. Gingerly, I rest the bouquet on a dressing table behind me. “You look amazing tonight. I’m so glad you could come.” I take a step towards you, and just like the woman in the shop, trace a finger down your chest, my touch a hundred times more electric than hers. The energy between us pulls us closer. You can feel the warmth of my body against yours.

Just before my lips meet yours, I whisper, “I don’t go on for over an hour…”
That hour flashes by in a haze of delicious exploration. Kissing, touching, sex. By the end of those 60 minutes we’re both tangled and sweaty.

Gasping with the ecstasy of our first lovemaking, we quickly straighten up and just as we’re about to head to the door, a knock again, “One minute…”. I open the door, and we walk out together. The backstage corridor we’re in splits off, and I head to the left, as the bouncer who had been stationed outside my door escorts you to the right. You look back at me, and I blow a kiss to you before rounding another corner and out of your sight.

Silently, the bouncer escorts you onto the main floor, to a table marked “RESERVED” front and center. The lights are already dimmed, and there is a comedian on stage warming up the crowd. A waitress appears out of nowhere to take your order, and in what seems like only seconds has returned with it. The comedian wraps up his act, and the audience applauds. The MC at the club announces me, and as the curtain rises, you join in on the applause from the audience.

The bright lights of the stage keep me from seeing anyone in the audience, but I know where I asked the bouncer to seat you, and I’m excited to know you’re out there watching me. The part of the routine you’ve seen before you practically know by heart, but it’s exciting to see the remainder of it. Coming in at nearly 15 minutes, it includes singing, dancing, striptease, and at the very end, a walk out into the audience, where I sit on the laps of men at the nearby tables, making them blush, and the business partners their taking out to drinks jealous. You can’t help snickering a bit at this cliched display, and as I finish my last number, I wink over my shoulder at you, and disappear behind the closing curtain.

Wearing a smile from ear to ear, you applaud with the rest of the audience. The MC comes back out, and announces another comedian who keeps the crowd’s attention as, behind the curtain, the sets are changed for the next dancer. As the silent bouncer hasn’t come back to retrieve you, you nurse your drink, and enjoy the comedian. His routine is surprisingly clever, and in the dark, you don’t notice me slip into the seat next to you until you feel my warm palm on your thigh.

I’m glowing from the excitement of being on stage, and smiling broadly I ask, “Is this seat taken?” “It is now!” You quip back, and we can’t help sharing a laugh at our hammy behavior. Leaning close, you feel my hot breath against your ear. “Did you like it?” Smiling, you nod yes. My hand slips noticeably up your thigh. “I’m glad…” I whisper, almost breathlessly. The smiles fade from our faces as animal lust takes over. Leaning in again, my lips brush against your neck. “I want to make love to you.” I lean back, one eyebrow raised, almost as if it’s a challenge, a dare for you to take. Saying nothing, you stand. A sly smile crosses my face, and I slip from the chair and head into the darkness, with you following me.

Together, silently, we make our way back to my dressing room. I close the door, lock it, and turn to face you. You’re directly in front of me, and you’ve put your hands against the door, arms on either side of me, trapping me. I lean back against the door, drawing in a deep breath, my breasts rising. I slip the straps of my loose satin shift dress off my creamy shoulders, and the dress drops to the floor. I stand before you completely nude. My pert nipples brush against the smooth silk of your shirt. You lean in and kiss me deeply, our tongues mingling. As we kiss, I slip my arms up to your shoulders, and slip your blazer off your shoulders; you pull your arms back, allowing it’s heavy leather form to slip down your body and collapse onto the floor. Still pressed against the door, I reach down to undo your zipper, again freeing your rock hard cock. Spurred on even more by its long, firm intensity, I slip my leg up against your waist, brushing my moist womanhood against your urgent cock. Kissing ardently, you reach your hand down, grasping my thigh roughly. Following your movements, I pull myself against you, and gasp as your delicious thick member enters me. I wrap my legs around you tightly, and we fuck against the door, kissing deeply, nipping and biting at each other hungrily. I’m so lost in you I barely notice you carry me over to the bed, and I find myself gazing up at you as you thrust into me over and over.

“I want to taste your cum again.” I gasp, knowing you’re close now. You slow your thrusts, and withdraw. I pull you to the bed, and as you fall next to me, I get on my knees next to you licking me lips. I lick your wet cock, enjoying the delicious mix of your body and my scent. I take you completely into my mouth, sucking you firmly, the tip of your member brushing against the back of my throat as my tongue twirls around it’s long, thick length. You’re not able to stand much more of this before you explode into my mouth. Gasping with excitement, I swallow again and again, taking every drop of your hot cum.

I drop back against the bed next to you, just as we hear a knock at the door. “I saw the guy you brought in there, and I want some!” A demanding female voice shouts from the other side, playfully. I glance up at you; “It’s Lana, one of the other dancers.”

Then, although there is no way they could have heard my explanation to you, another female voice pipes in. “Me too!” I can’t help giggling, as the timing is perfect. “I’ve been listening to you go on about this guy for a week now. I want to see some action!”

“And Tina too, I guess! Do you want to?” I stand, walk over to the door, and wait with my hand on the knob for your response.

With a nod from you, I let Tina and Lana in. Seeing your recent release and wanting to give you time to recover, they put on a show for you. Tina pleasures Lana as we watch, basking in our post-orgasm glow. It doesn’t take much of this show before you’re back for action again.

You rise from the bed, your cock now standing like a flagpole. You take Tina’s hand and pull her towards us. “I think it’s your turn now.”

“Finally, someone’s going to go down on ME!” Tina squeals, glaring at Lana and me in a playfully accusing way.

“Mee-ow” Lana shrugs, “It’s not our fault you’re the new girl!” Looking to me she adds, “Break out that strap-on you picked up last weekend. I’ve wanted to ride you with that ever since you brought it in.”

As Tina makes her way up the bed, kissing her way up your body, I give you a wink, and slip out of the bed. Opening a drawer in a large bureau, produce a black latex panty with a scandalously large black dildo riveted to the front. I catch your eyes widen in surprise at the sight of this new toy just before your face is obscured by Tina’s thigh.

She’s pushed you down against the bed, and has straddled your face, turned such to allow her hands access to your chest, sides and hips. She gently presses her moist, musky womanhood against your mouth, and moans deeply as your tongue finds its way into her tight passage. She spends a few moments savoring your brilliant tongue treatment before announcing to the room that as much as she loves pussy, she loves cock just as much, and she’s got her eye on yours. Leaning down, she goes for your cock like Lolita on a lollipop.

Watching you and Tina together, I wimper with desire. “Johnny, I wish you could see this! What she’s doing to your cock is making me so hot!” I can tell from your groans that she’s making you hot as well, and that it easily feels as good as it looks. I look to Lana. “Looks like Tina’s as good on the guys as she is on the girls!”

Lana has her back to me, and when she turns around, I see she’s mounted a small video camera on a tripod in the corner of the room. “I figure if you want Johnny to see Tina’s skills so badly…”

Lana has slipped on the black vinyl panty and is ready to go at me. “By the way, it’s good you’re hot, because you’re going to feel this.”

You feel the bed bounce just slightly as I get on all fours next to you, anticipating Lana’s wishes.

“Good girl, you know me well!” Lana offers approvingly as she comes up behind me. I gasp loudly as the large dildo enters me. I spread my legs a bit further apart, allowing the deepest penetration. Lana wastes no time fucking me fast and hard. She’s a bit rough on me, and as deliciously distracted as you are by Tina’s mind-blowing mouthwork, you wonder for a moment if she’s not being too rough.

“Yes! Fuck me Lana!” My outburst gives you your answer, and your concerns laid to rest, you return to titillating Tina. Her pussy is dripping sweet honey, and you suck at her clit hungrily. It’s stiff and swollen with desire, and your tongue flicks against it rapidly.

Lana has been watching you lavish your talents on Tina while she’s been ravishing me from behind. “He’s doing me next ladies, I’m staking my claim.”

I smile broadly and giggle quietly at Lana’s proclamation. I reach over and gently trace my hand over your chest, teasing your nipples idly as Lana continues to pound me from behind. As if spurred on by my touching you, she reaches around and grasps both my breasts in her hands, pinching and tugging at my hard nipples, as she continues her deep thrusts. I moan in delight at her rough nippleplay. Between moans and gasps, I manage to get out “I want to come…I want us all to come….together…”

Lana move her hands from my breasts, and slows her thrusts. After a moment, she moans deeply, and the thrusts resume, faster than ever. “You’ll come all right!” she threatens in a mocking tone. I groan with desire, and it dawns on me what she’s done. The vinyl panty she’s wearing includes a small vibrator that fits up into the pussy of the wearer. Turning it on has nearly put her over the edge, and her deep pumping has nearly put me over the edge. “I’m close…Tina, Johnny, Lana…come for me…come with me….”

The energy is heavy in the room, all four of us so close to the edge. Just as we’re sure we can’t take another second, Tina screams, over and over, her howls of ecstasy muffled slightly by your thick hard cock buried in her throat.

You’ve put her over the edge, and her pussy runs over with musky, slick wetness. It clenches at your tongue as you lap hungrily at her. Her screams put you over the edge, and you’re soon writhing beneath her, pumping thick creamy cum into her mouth. She gasps, then swallows over and over, taking it all in.

The sight of Tina on the verge of collapse, in combination with the vibrator humming deep inside her puts Lana over the edge, and her body rocks as the orgasm rips through her. She digs her nails into my hips, pulling my bottom tight against her firm, smooth stomach, and her dildo filling my dripping pussy entirely. I reach down, and flicking my finger against my clit, reach the point of orgasm as well. Holding my breath for just a moment makes the orgasm that much more intense, and soon my screams are rivaling Tina’s.

We collapse into a sticky, gasping heap, and the orgasms that seemed to happen in just seconds seem to take eons to fade. After what seems like hours we begin to pull our tangled limbs apart.

A thought occurs to you. “We don’t really have that on video?” you ask disbelieving. You hope against hope the answer is yes.

Lana was the first out of bed, and is over by the bureau. She pulls the tape from the camera and tosses it on the bed. It lands with a soft thump next to you. “There you go, Johnny. Don’t say I never gave you anything!” she says with a smirk.

Licking my lips lasciviously, I wink at you. “I cannot wait to watch that with you!”

“So you like pictures, do you, Johnny?” Lana has pulled on a satin robe and takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

You look to me sheepishly, remembering the envelope of photos. Before you get a chance to respond, Tina pipes in. “Oh, oh, did you like the pictures of me and Miranda, Johnny?” she asks excitedly. You nod, a sly smile creeping across your face.

I turn to reach a nearby nightstand, and pull a 35-mm camera from the drawer. “I’d love to have you photograph me, Johnny.” I’m immediately aroused again just thinking about posing for you.

Tina pipes in the usual “me-too”, and Lana winks as she playfully offers up that she’s “ready for her close-up”.

I chase everyone off the bed, and smooth down the covers. I start by lying down suggestively on the bed, tossing my hair around, and biting my lip in an innocent-but-seductive way. “What do you think of this?”

You smile and snap a frame or two. “I hope there’s plenty of film…”

You spend a few minutes snapping photos of me before the other ladies want in. Jumping onto the bed, Lana and Tina begin posing with me. Soon the posing has turned into sex play, and soon, you’re so aroused that the camera is of less interest than stroking your growing member.

Glancing up at you, I see how aroused you are again, and effortlessly Tina and I move to pleasure you. Pulling you onto the bed with us, Lana repositions herself over your face in the same way Tina was earlier. She’s the first to take your cock into her mouth. She leans down, and her moist lips caress your engorged member.

Tina and I are on either side of you, and lean in to worship your body with our mouths. Lana, Tina and I kiss each other, kiss and suck at your cock, and tease your balls with our full lips and probing tongues. The pleasures are amazing, and soon you can’t tell whose mouth is responsible for each sensation.

Lana bounces gently as your tongue lashes at her swollen clit. She is vocal about her thorough enjoyment, and you feel her hot breath against your cock as she moans and gasps. You’ve taken her to the edge and she screams your name over and over as she cums. Thick, musky wetness pours over your face, you can’t lap it up fast enough.

Overwhelmed by pure sex, you reach the breaking point, and release. Your cum explodes from your cock, and all three of us lick at it hungrily. We kiss each other passionately, your cum mingling in our mouths. We continue to suck, lick and nip gently at your cock as your orgasm continues pumping the thick, creamy seed. Lana lifts herself from your face, and moves to kiss you, enjoying the delicious taste of her own wetness in your mouth. Groaning deeply, the aftershocks still rocking your body, Tina and I continue kissing each other with your cock between our mouths. We run our hands up and down your body, massaging the pleasure over every inch of your smooth skin.

Again we find ourselves collapsed in a sticky, gasping heap, the afterglow of our powerful orgasms engulfing us. Exhausted, we each drift in and out of sleep, and after a few hours, we wake to find Tina and Lana have slipped out, and it’s just the two of us alone in the bed.

Your body is radiating heat, and I can’t resist nuzzling close to you. “I really hope that was as good for you as it was for me! I had an amazing time, I’m so glad you decided to come by the club tonight.” Contentedly, you smile and nod in agreement.

We sleep, entwined in pleasure and warmth.

You, Me and Alina…
June 24th, 2006 at 10:59 pm (Uncategorized)

Alina and I share a smile and a giggle. “We were hoping you’d say that!”

The three of us pull ourselves together enough to head downstairs to an even more private area. “Step into my office…” Alina quips. We giggle again, and enter a dimly lit, but sumptuously decorated room.

Heavy wine-colored curtains, tassels, a large bed with dozens of pillows and a chandelier that would be gaudy anywhere else create the mood. At the foot of the bed is a deep comfortable brown leather chair, an ottoman in front of it, as well as a small end-table featuring a selection of massage oils.

Alina playfully shoves you back into the chair. “That’s your seat. And here…” She pulls me to her, and kisses me deeply. “….is our stage.” I give into her kisses immediately.

As she pulls back to begin disrobing, I glance over to you. I can see on your face you’re enjoying this, and it makes me very happy. I smile brightly, and blow you a kiss before I return to the scene at hand. Alina is seductively doing a striptease for you, and I playfully match her moves, slowly removing my clothing as well. Very soon she’s wearing nothing but a sparkling bracelet and heels, and I’m wearing the same, with only the addition of my thigh-high stockings.

Alina and I do a brief lap dance for you, grinding our bodies against the air an inch away from your body. We unbutton your shirt, and undo your slacks. Flicking a finger, Alina tips one of the small bottles of massage oil onto your lap. Startled, you catch it. Alina strolls away and with a playful haughtiness calls back to you. “Why don’t you get started with that.”

Gasping, you gingerly slip your stiffening cock out. Keeping your eyes on us, you loosen the cap on the bottle, and tip a few drops of the massage oil into your hand, and begin stroking your cock. I sit on the edge of the bed, and lick my lips, remembering your hot cum from earlier.

I’m almost lost in my daydream when Alina, from behind, grabs me by the hair and pulls me back onto the bed. I scream in surprise, and gasp when she pulls my hands above my head, and wraps them in satin ropes. I feign protest, and writhe as if to get free from her. All in vain, as I’m soon laid out for her on the bed.

Immediately she straddles my face, and forces her wet pussy down onto my mouth. I suck and lap hungrily at her. She leans down and begins pinching, twisting and tugging at my nipples. I groan and scream in pleasure from beneath her. She leans down further, and spreads my pussy open. She looks up and smiles devilishly when she sees the way you’re looking at my body. She winks at you, licks her lips, and dips her head down to torture me with her tongue. With this additional pleasure, I writhe with even more force.

One slim hand holds me open, allowing the deepest penetration with her tongue, as the other hand produces a large glass dildo. Swirled with multiple colors, it looks like a piece of artwork. A solid twelve inches long, with narrow glass tendrils spiraling down its shaft adding a solid inch to its already two inch width.

Seamlessly, she slips her tongue out of me, and her fingers in to explore me. She performs a shocking display of fellatio on the dildo, never taking her eyes off you. You’ve slid down a bit in the leather chair. You look very hot and bothered as you slowly stroke your thick, slick cock.

Gently spreading me open, she begins to slip the dildo into me. You watch in disbelief as my body opens for it. I gasp when it hits an especially tight passage, but the pleasure overrides any momentary discomfort. Once my body has adjusted to the size and firmness of the foreign body inside me, Alina begins to slowly pull it out, twisting it as she pulls. In and out, in and out, each time increasing the speed and firmness of her thrusts.

To add to this delicious torture, she slips a tiny vibrator onto her fingertip, and as she thrusts the firm dildo, my clit sends shocks of pleasure through my body as the humming vibrator is pressed against it.

Throughout all this, Alina is bucking up and down on my face, her wetness having poured down over my mouth and face and into my hair and the pillows beneath me. As I come closer and closer to climax, I suck harder on her swollen, tingling clit, my tongue lashing at it viciously.

As I reach the peak of orgasm, my whole body stiffens. This is enough to put Alina over the edge, and screams in ecstacy as she reaches her climax. Her already flooded pussy overflows, and I gratefully take it all in as I reach my orgasm. My body clenches down on the glass dildo, and I twitch beneath the Alina’s expended body.

She collapses off of me, laying next to me with her head on one of my ankles, and her feet hanging off the bed near my bound wrists. I breathe deeply, over and over. Aftershocks twitch my body again and again, slowly growing further apart. Alina recovers a bit, and stands.

Moving to sit on your lap, she asks you in a confidential tone, “I hoped you liked our little show.” Nodding her head in my direction, “She’s pretty worn out, but I’m sure she could handle it if you wanted to do anything with her before we let her go.” She idling strokes your cock as she awaits your decision….

A Night at Nocturne…
June 24th, 2006 at 10:32 pm (Uncategorized)

I lean in towards you, whispering in your ear “I love your voice; it makes me wet just hearing you talk.” My tongue flicks out, tracing the edge of your ear, and a chill runs down your spine.

I pin you back with a heavy lascivious stare, biting my lip like a shy schoolgirl as I hike my dress up. I feel the cool vinyl of the cab seat against my bare backside for just a moment until I effortlessly slide up onto your lap, straddling you. My open mouth presses against yours ardently. “You don’t mind, do you?” gesturing to the cab driver leering into his rear-view mirror. Nervously, you nod no. “I’ll mind if he gets into an accident!” you whisper, and I giggle.

Smiling brightly at you, I slip my hands over your shoulders, down your arms, and grasp your hands. I pull them up to my mouth and kiss each. You reach a finger to trace my moist pink lips. I take your finger into my mouth, sucking it, spiraling my tongue around its long length. Slowly I draw it from my mouth, kissing the tip of it gently.

I smile at you as I continue to hold your hands, tracing them down over my firm breasts, slim waist, and full womanly hips. As your hands reach my thighs, you feel the cool metal clips of the garter belt holding my thigh-high stockings up. Licking my lips, I cannot break eye contact with you. “You’ve gorgeous eyes…” “Thank you…” You whisper, almost absent-mindedly.

Spontaneously, I close my eyes and moan deeply, pulling your hands up, and pinning them behind your head. I lean in and kiss you passionately. The cab driver, frustrated with yet another Friday night display in the back of his cab turns up the radio to drown out the sounds of our passion. “Take Me Out” by Franz Ferdinand is playing. We continue consuming each other with kisses.

I unbutton a couple buttons on your shirt, kissing my way down your neck, and begin tracing my fingers over your chest as you move to kiss my neck, and down toward my chest. As you reach my deep décolletage you gasp, and I feel your hot breath against my nipples through the thin material of my dress.

I moan again, and arch my back, forcing my chest closer to your face. Gently you kiss my nipples through the cloth of my dress, and inhale deeply, memorizing the scent of my perfume. My rock hard nipples strain against fabric, and you hear my desperate voice ordering you: “Bite them, Nigel.” Through the fabric you press your teeth into one of my nipples, and when I moan in obvious pleasure, you bite down harder.

I moan deeply, but am interrupted by the cab driver clearing his throat. Realizing we’ve arrived, I giggle, slip my skirt down, and slide off your lap. I climb out of the cab on the driver’s side, and pull you out after me. I smirk at the cab driver, pull a bill from my cleavage, and drop it in his lap. “Keep the change.” I wink, and turn from him.

As the cab pulls away, I pull you close to me, and kiss you deeply. “Come on…” Holding your hand, I pull you down an alley next to a building with no windows, but thumping with the deep bass of dance music. At a back door a large bouncer smiles at us.

“Marissa, you’re not alone tonight!” I look at you and smile slyly. “No, I’m not.” Gesturing toward the large bouncer, “Rocco, this is Nigel, Nigel, this is Rocco.” You nod to Rocco, and he slaps you on the back, firmly, but in a chummy way. “You two have a good night, and Marissa…” “Yes?” “…Take it easy on Nigel-boy here!” Rocco winks at us, and we slip into the club via the dark side entry.

As our eyes adjust, you ask were we are. “Backroom at the Nocturne” I lean in close to speak into your ear over the din. Just then, a slender dark skinned woman comes up to us.

“Alina!” I hug the woman, and introduce her to you. “Nigel, this is Alina. Alina, Nigel.” Alina smiles and puts an arm around you “Good to meet you. Have you known Marissa long?” “No, about 20 minutes actually…” Alina laughs, and turns to me. “Marissa, you know the guy 20 minutes and bring him here?!?”

As a waitress offers you a drink, I lean over to Alina, “I know, but I really like him!”. Alina looks over at you, and back at me nodding “You want to?” Looking expectantly at Alina I ask her: “Do you?” She nods, and I hug her again happily.

“Let’s go dance…” I slip an arm around you waist, and pull you toward the dancefloor. You, Alina and I hover on the edge of the dancefloor, and although the music is fast and heavy, both Alina and I move slowly, seductively. The three of us dance together for a few songs, moving fast, moving slow, laughing, brushing and bouncing against one another.

Feigning exhaustion, I pull you to a deep red velvet sofa back toward the Backroom area. I collapse on the sofa, and pull you down next to me. Alina follows and sits on the arm of the sofa. My breathy voice reaches your ear. “Alina’s as hot for you as I am. I’d love it if we could both pleasure you.” I wink and wait expectantly for your response. Your eyes widen, and you glance up at Alina to confirm what I’ve said. She smiles at you, and you look back at me and nod yes.

I sigh happily in anticipation of pleasuring you, and working with Alina to give us all a night to remember. With two ladies obviously interested in you, you decide to make the first move…

Secret Agent Man…
June 24th, 2006 at 10:06 pm (Uncategorized)

Agent Marks looked up at her. “I’m confident I can handle it.” he said, quite flatly.

Veronica glanced down at her plate. Inside, she was kicking herself. “What were you thinking?!? Of course he can handle it, he’s clearly more experienced than you.”

She cleared her throat, and said crisply, “Good to hear it.” Rising, she folded her napkin and dropped it on the seat of the chair. “Meet me in the lobby at 0800 hours, we’ll be attending a meeting, undercover, at the Hub. You’ll meet many of the people we believe to be working with the terrorists. After that, we’ll be doing the work we discussed.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked to the elevator.

Johnny finished dinner silently, and satisfied that no one in the hotel bar looked interesting, decided to retire to his room. Stepping off the lift, he could already see something was not right. The door to his suite was ajar. He approached cautiously, and as he neared, the sounds of giggling young women escaped the room. He smiled, nodding. Knocking on the door, as to not startle them, he walked in, expecting to see the maid, and perhaps one of her friends waiting for him. He was not disappointed.

Maria bounced on the large bed. “Hi again, Mr. Secret Agent Man….” She pointed to the second blonde on the bed next to her, “This is Tasha, after I told her about you….” She blushed a deep rose color. “I mean, after I told her about you being a secret agent and all, she wanted to meet you.”

Managing worldly and seductive as well as an 18 year old could, Tasha rose from the bed, and held her hand out. “Pleased to meet you.”

Johnny, ever the pro with women, took her hand gently and kissed it lightly. “The pleasure is all mine, my dear.”

Maria, barely able to contain herself bounced on the bed, giggling in delight. “Isn’t he just dreamy, Tasha!”

Tasha, still trying to keep up her experienced facade, smiled. “Quite the gentleman….” She too was excited nearly to the point of bursting.

An expert at playing it cool, Agent Marks moved across the room, hanging his jacket. “I imagine you ladies are exhausted after your long day. Or do you still have a few more guests to service this evening?”

The girls giggled at the suggestiveness of the last bit, but straightened up quickly enough. “No, we’re done for the evening, we just wanted to stop by….and Tasha wanted to meet you….and….” Maria trailed off, but Tasha jumped in. “We’d love to stay for a drink….”

Johnny smiled to himself, then turned to the ladies. “Of course…” Tasha immediately jumped up, her enthusiasm for the whole situation quickly getting away from her. “I’ll get the drinks!” She practically skipped over the kitchenette, pulling a bottle of wine from a small refrigerator. She poured three glasses of wine, and carried two into the other room for Maria and Johnny.

Johnny had taken a seat in a deep leather chair, and when Tasha returned with her glass, she joined Maria on the bed. Johnny led them on, pretending to be oblivious to their desires, just chatting small talk with them.

With half a glass of wine gone, Tasha had that much more courage inside her, and decided to initiate things. Brazenly, she walked over to Johnny, and sat down on his lap, throwing her arms around his neck. “Maria says you’re quite well endowed. I’ve always wanted to make love to a secret agent.”

Maria gasped, blushing. She was mortified her little “kiss and tell” had come out to abruptly.

Johnny smiled, “Indeed?”

Things went quickly from there. Tasha unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a white lace peephole bra, firm pink nipples peeking through it. Maria had since overcome her embarrassment, and was also taking thrill in stripping for Johnny, slipping her dress from her shoulders, letting it fall to floor. she wore a pale blue bra and panties beneath her dress, as well as a pale blue garter belt, holding up her white stockings. She slipped her panties off, and sat on the arm of the overstuffed chair, the cool leather against her bottom sending a shiver up her spine. She leaned over to help Tasha undo the remaining buttons on her blouse, and smiled as Tasha shrugged the shirt off. Her skirt had hiked up around her hips, and it was clear she too did not have any panties on. Both girls looked at each other, some kind of non-verbal communication taking over, and they both turned to Johnny, unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it open to kiss and paw at his chest. They kissed his neck, bouncing happily on his lap. Wanting more space to play, both girls hopped off the chair, and each grabbing an arm dragged Johnny over to the bed, where he found himself tossed down, and clambered upon. His cock, full and stiff inside his pants was set free by Tasha, who couldn’t wait any longer. She moaned deeply at the sight of it. “It’s as big as you said, Maria.” She licked her lips, then took the tip of it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Her mouth moist, she slipped it all the way in, it’s length easily reaching past the back of her throat, and it’s width straining her jaw. Maria moved her mouth into position, kissing and sucking at the shaft as Tasha pleasured the tip. Moving up, Maria straddled Johnny impaling her slender body on his rock hard cock, and bouncing up and down on his hips. She pulled her bra off over her head, her firm breasts bouncing with each thrust. Tasha leaned over and began sucking one of Maria’s nipples. Maria’s body clenched at him, she was nearly ready to cum. He slipped a hand beneath her, teasing her clit enough to put her over the edge. She moaned and bucked on top him, her body spasming around his stiff member. She slowed, and collapsed next to him. Tasha quickly took her place, her tight slick pussy enveloping his cock. Maria, laying next to him, idling kissed his chest, trailing her fingers over him as the aftershocks rocked her body. Johnny bucked his hips, bouncing Tasha on his stiff member. It filled her completely, and she threw her head back in ecstasy, pinching and tugging at her nipples. She too quickly came to orgasm. As she slipped off Johnny’s still fully aroused cock, Maria had recovered from her release, and moved to suck on his cock, moaning in delight at the mingled tastes, and pulsing heat. As Johnny himself grew close to orgasm, Tasha joined in, both women sucking, and stroking his long, thick member. As he came, both women licked hungrily at the thick creamy cum, and kissed each other over his cock, sharing the seed between their mouths.

Fully satisfied, and somewhat surpised at themselves, both girls stood, and began gathering their clothes. “Thanks Mr. Secret Agent Man!” Maria purred. Tasha just licked her lips and smiled. The giggled, helping each other dress as Johnny laid on the bed, enjoying the sight.

Veronica had spent the hour or so after dinner thinking about the mission tomorrow. She really wanted to be on good footing with Agent Marks, and after much thought, decided that she’d like to stop by his room, apologize if it seemed like she didn’t have full confidence in him, and perhaps relax their relationship a bit with a drink. She stepped off the elevator on Johnny’s floor. Just as she turned toward his room, she saw the girls leaving, giggling and whispering between them. She turned right back into the elevator, and went back down to her room.

The mission the next morning went flawlessly. Although Veronica’s attempt to soften their working relationship had been thwarted by the girls, Veronica nevertheless saw Agent Marks in a different light in the morning, and their working relationship had indeed changed. Johnny saw it too, but of course, hadn’t any idea how or why his ice princess had thawed. Still efficient and professional, Veronica now seemed somewhat withdrawn, and considerably less abrasive. Together they planted their bugs, gathered their information, and stroked their contacts for more secrets. What they discovered changed the plan for the future of the mission, and they found themselves again at the hotel, with Chicago as the main source of underground activity.

“Great work today, Agent Marks. Tomorrow, 0800, in the lobby. Goodnight.” Veronica said quietly, stepping off the elevator at her floor. She walked to her room, and mindlessly peeled off her clothes, and got into a hot shower. Within moments she was lost in the past, remembering her last partner. A knock at the door startled her. “Coming…” she shouted, as she turned off the water, and reached for her bathrobe. Slipping it over her dripping nude form, she walked to the door.

More Secret Agent Man…
June 24th, 2006 at 10:16 pm (Uncategorized)

The elevator stopped on the second floor. Veronica walked Johnny to the door of his room.

“You know, I wasn’t sure how well we’d get along…” Veronica smiled.
Johnny returned the smile. “And what have you decided?”
“That we ‘get on like a house a-fire’. Is that the right phrase?” Veronica asked.
Johnny nodded.
“Thank you, Johnny. I’ve had a very enjoyable evening with you.” Veronica moved to embrace him, giving him a surprisingly tight hug.
Johnny returned the hug, and with her backless dress, couldn’t help feeling her smooth skin beneath his hands. She was pale and cool, almost like a marble statue. Trying to keep his mind off the physical attraction, he asked in mock astonishment. “Could that be the first time you’ve not referred to me as ‘Agent Marks’?
She pulled back, looking him in the eyes. “I do take a while to warm up….”
“…But I bet you’re hot as hell once you get going.” he thought to himself. He admonished his inner voice as she finished her sentence.
She traced her hands down his arms, stopping as she held his hands in hers. “…thank you for being patient with me. It can’t be easy to work with someone as ‘cold’ as I’ve been. I feel like the mission is about to break, and I’m glad we can go into it…” She squeezed his hands. “…solid like this.” She released his hands. “Goodnight Johnny, see you tomorrow morning.” She turned, walking back towards the elevator. As she heard the door to his room open, she turned back and waved, he returned the wave before slipping inside and shutting the door.

In the elevator, she reviewed her last interaction with Johnny. She wasn’t going to flatter herself into thinking he was attracted to her. She hoped the friendliness she displayed had explained away any of her attraction she may have let slip. She didn’t want Johnny to feel awkward about their working relationship because she couldn’t keep her hormones reeled in.

As he slipped out of his clothes, Johnny was also reviewing the last few moments. Perhaps she wasn’t attracted to him afterall. He had been around enough women to recognize when someone was interested, and she seemed to be sending all the right signals. Yet, her behavior tonight seemed to scream ‘just friends’. “It’s all for the best.” he told himself. “You don’t want her thinking about you when she should be thinking about work.” He knew it was for the best, but couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed.

Once in her room, Veronica let her mind wander. She didn’t immediately shower, which she normally did to subconsciously wash away the day. Today had been an enjoyable day, and she didn’t want to let go of it yet. She inhaled deeply, remembered the scent of his cologne. All of her partners had been married, or much older than her. They’d always been father-figures, but not Johnny. He was just a few years older than her, and somehow pushed all of her buttons. His hands had felt so strong against her bare back. She flopped onto the bed like a love-struck teenager and let her mind replay the embrace they had just shared. She drifted off to sleep and into an erotic dream.

He knocked on her door, and without waiting for an answer, entered. She lay on the bed, he approached her, lasciviousness sparkling in his eyes as he gazed down on her. She stretched her body, lifting her arms over her head. A moan from her lips invited him. In a quick move he pinned her, straddling her, holding her wrists above her head. Hot breath against her lips signaled the deep, passionate kiss. She arched her back, offering her breasts up to him. As she wriggled with desire beneath him, her dress hiked up around her hips. He moved from straddling her to spreading her legs with his. Keeping her wrists pinned above her head with one hand, he moved the other to unfasten his slacks. She moaned deeply, desperately wanting what the sound of the zipper promised. She hadn’t long to wait. His hand released his throbbing member, and slipped her panties to the side, allowing him access. She gasped as she felt the heed of his cock press against her moist womanhood. His slow, first thrust entered her, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, crossing her ankles behind his back, holding his hips close to hers. They moved together, kissing, his hands now roving over her body, caressing her breasts, teasing her erect nipples through the delicate cloth of her dress. She adored the weight of his body atop her, the confidence he displayed in taking her like he did. She gasped as each thrust increased in speed, bringing them both closer and closer. He came, filling her willing body with his hot fluid. It drove her over the edge. Just as she reached orgasm, she heard the phone ring.

The ringing phone woke her. The emotions sparked by such a vivid dream caught her off guard, and she took a moment to catch her breath before answering the phone.

“Hello?”
“The clock strikes at midnight.” A click, then dial tone. It was her contact, the code told her the case was breaking, it was the worst case scenario and she and Johnny should follow the orders as previously instructed.

As she put on proper clothes, she thought about the mission, and her orders. They should go together, but she didn’t want anything to happen to him. Of course, if she went alone, something might happen to her.

She pulled on shoes and a jacket, and made her decision…

Visiting Him…
June 24th, 2006 at 9:24 pm (Uncategorized)

Walking through the terminal, my heart is racing. I’m sure even the worst case scenario we’ll be great friends, and have a very enjoyable, if only platonic visit. Best case scenario, we’ll be naked for the next five days, having the time of our lives discovering every facet of each other.

I see you from across a waiting area, and my heart jumps to my throat. I return your smile and wave. We meet midway between where we first laid eyes on each other. We embrace, hugging each other tightly. Nervousness still fairly thick in the air, you help me with my suitcase, and we make our way to your car, making small talk about the flight, and the airport.

Once in the car, under the safe cover of night, with only the glow of the dash lights, and the occasional streetlight invading, my nervousness fades a bit. Wanting to break the physical tension, I casually lay my arm over the back of your seat, brushing my fingertips against your bare neck. Watching you for your reaction, I’m excited to see a shiver, and a smile. I smile back, and touch you again, this time more intentionally, running my hand up, ruffling the hair at the nape of your neck. You lick your lips, smile again, and the nervousness that previously filled the air is replaced with want, lust, and desire.

I move my arm, stretching a bit before laying my hand on your thigh. You feel the heat of my palm burn through the fabric of your slacks. We talk more, laugh and joke. I love hearing about the area, and all your anecdotes and stories. The more you talk, the more we laugh, and the more I want to make love to you. I slip my hand further up your thigh, playfully at first, testing the waters. You seem receptive to my touch, and I slip my hand up just a bit more, gently resting over the growing bulge in your slacks. I rub your thickening member, and whisper your name lasciviously. I gleefully tease your body over the course of the drive to the hotel.

We arrive at the hotel, and our tension is mounting. You park, and as we get out of the car, we have a moment alone. I’ve got to kiss you. I push you against the side of the car, intent on releasing some of the sexual tension that has been building on the long drive over. This kiss, our first kiss, is electrical, powerful, and passionate. It’s the kiss of two lovers, having been separated for years, even decades, finally reuniting. Instead of releasing the sexual tension, it’s doubled it, tripled it.

Our suitcases are loading, we pass innuendoes with the front desk clerk, and we make our way to the room.

Standing in front of the door, I’m in awe of the excitement, and sexual tension we’ve built up between us. Behind this door is every fantasy from the past few years. You run the key-card through the lock, and as you push the door open, I reach for your hand. You clasp my hand, and we enter the room, shutting the door behind us…

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A little domination anyone?
June 24th, 2006 at 9:21 pm (Uncategorized)

I walk into the room, you’re laying on the bed, reading. I step into the closet, and when I step out, the weight of my stare pulls you from you book. It drops to the floor as you take in the sight of me wearing nothing but black lace-up boots, a red beret and carrying a riding crop.

Slapping the riding crop against the palm of my left hand, I smirk as the rise in your slacks becomes apparent.

Pinning you to the bed with my gaze, I circle the room.

The crop slices through the air, and snaps a stinging red line against my creamy thigh. Gasping, you pull imperceptibly away from me.

Sneering, I order you to remove your clothes. I circle the room, the click of my heels and the crack of the crop marking time as you timidly peel away your shirt, slacks and shorts.

Glowering down at you, I trace the riding crop over your form.

“Stand up!”

You rise, and as you straighten, the full engorgement of your member becomes apparent.

Smirking, I tap the crop against your chest, and trace it downwards. Smoothing it against the sides of your cock, grooming it further upwards, I question you.

“What’s this?”

Uncertain of my line of questioning, you decide to turn the tables on me.

“It’s my cock, and I’m going to fuck your face with it.” Now it’s you wearing the sneer.

Momentarily taken aback at your response, I’m caught of guard as you swat the crop from my hand.

Stunned, I bend to reach for it. Your arm shoots out and your strong hand grasps my wrist, twisting it, forcing me to turn from you, folding my arm behind me. My arm is soon joined by my other arm, and my wrists are bound together with a nearby scarf.

You spin me to face you and smirk. Placing one hand atop my head, you slowly force me to my knees.

Now, the dominant is not so dominant.

Excited by the change in dynamic, my eyes are wide with anticipation. You take your cock in your hand, and begin stroking it deliberately.

Teasing me, you trace the wet tip of your cock against my lips, adding to their moist shimmer. I lick my lips hungrily and moan, closing my eyes for a moment.

Working your cock with one had, you slip your other behind my head, at the nape of my neck. Drawing me closer to you, my warm breath on your cock sends a shiver through you. Involuntarily, your tremor brushes the tip of your cock against my mouth, illiciting a gasp, and a desperate flick of my tongue against it. Your hand holds tighter to the back of my neck, holding me steady as you guide your cock into my mouth.

Slowly you push it to the back of my mouth, until the tip touches the back of my throat. I swallow, and the muscles tug at the tip of your member. Groaning, you slowly draw your cock from my mouth again, teasing my lips with the tip of it.

Together, we repeat this display, over and over, slowing growing faster and faster. Within minutes both of your hands are behind my head, controlling my responses to your ardent thrusting. Moaning, my rapid breath chills against your moist cock sending shivers through your body with each pulse.

Suddenly you freeze, your whole body stiffening. Knowing, my moans and screams become louder, more urgent with anticipation.

Time stops, and after a beat your thick, creamy cum begins pulsing from the tip of your cock.

Letting out a gutteral roar, you bury my face against your groin. I swallow over and over, the tug of my throat against your cock only milking more cum from it. I moan and writhe beneath you, only adding to the aftershocks surging through you body.

After a last pulse, you’ve been emptied, and stagger backwards, drawing you cock from between my lips. Panting heavily, I lick my lips. Contentedly, I moan “Thank you…”, and smile laciviously.

The demon of sex has been exorcised from you, but is clearly inhabiting me. You drop to your knees in front of me, your goal to bring me to orgasm, thus “freeing” me from this sexual demon. My body, bound and offered to you, my aching breasts, with their straining nipples and my shell pink womanhood, slick with desire for you await….

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A night out clubbing…
June 15th, 2006 at 7:18 pm (Uncategorized)



We exit the alley door behind the dance club where we entered hours ago, and Rocco, the bouncer, is still working. “Getting off soon, I hope?” I smile at Rocco and he returns the grin. “Yeah, an hour or so…” Taking in our slightly dishevelled look, “Looks like you two had a nice time!” I smile happily at you and squeeze your hand. “We’re going to head out, hope the rest of your…”, I glance up at the impending dawn. “…morning, goes quickly!” Rocco nods, and we head of down the alley, toward the rising sun of morning.

“I don’t live far from here, actually…” I glance over at you with a sly look. “Would you like to stop up for a shower at my place, maybe coffee?” Contemplating the offer for a moment, you nod. “Sure.” Holding hands, and walking slowly, enjoying the sunrise, we make our way up a few blocks to brick apartment building. “Third floor walk-up.” I shrug, and hold the door open for you to enter.

We climb the stairs to my apartment, and enter. It’s bright place, lots of windows, tastefully decorated. A small black cat sleeps on the sofa. Sifting through the recently arrived mail, I nod toward a short hallway. “Bedrooms through there, bathroom too. Clean towels and washclothes on the counter. I’ll be in in a moment.” You linger a moment, watching me distractedly flip through the stack of letters. Smiling, you head down the hall to the bedroom.

Just off the bedroom is the bathroom, with a roomy glass shower enclosure. You begin slipping off your clothes, folding them neatly. The smell of coffee percolating wafts through from the kitchen. You turn on the shower, running the water up to a comfortable temperature. Just as you’re about to step into the shower, I knock on the door. “Yes?” I slip into the bathroom, completely nude, brushing my hair. “Mind if I join you?” I pause for a moment. “I mean, it’s the least I can do, getting you clean I mean, after I’ve gotten you so dirty!” I smile up at you, and somehow manage to look both completely angelic and completely devilish at the same time.

You can’t resist that grin, and nod in agreement to a shared shower. “Yay!” I squeal, in a remarkably girly way. I drop the brush on the counter, and slip open the glass door to the shower enclosure, stepping in backwards, leading you in. I slide the door shut, and lean back into the powerful hot jets of water.

I run my fingers through my hair, slicking it back. I lean close to you, and step around you, guiding you into my position under the jets of water. The hot water refreshes you as it pours over you head, down your shoulders, arms, hips and legs. I put one foot up on a low ledge in the shower, trapping you in the corner. I begin running my fingers through your hair, massaging the water through it.

Wrapping my arms around you, I grasp a bottle of shampoo off a shelf behind you. Pouring some into my hands, I rub them together, and then rub my hands through your hair, massaging your head again. This pampering feels wonderful, and you scarcely notice me tip your head back and rinse the shampoo away. I lean in close to you again. “Excuse me.” I smile coyly as I reach around you for a soft body sponge.

I pick up some deliciously scented body wash, and pour a bit onto the sponge, squeezing it to produce a faintly lavender colored lather. Gently I begin rubbing the sudsy sponge against your chest, up and over your shoulders, and down your strong arms. Not able to tear my eyes away from yours, I whisper quietly “I just can’t get enough of you…” as I lean in for a kiss.

We kiss passionately, your hands running up and down over my body. You move down my body, kissing my neck, chest, sides and hips as the hot water streams over you. You drop to your knees, and lift one of my feet, massaging it, washing it gently.

I gasp and moan in surprise. I’ve never had my feet pleasured, and it’s an astonishing turn-on. I lean back, resting against a low ledge. You lift one of my feet, kissing the smooth instep, working your way up to my ankle. As you kiss, lick and bite your way up my leg, you guide my foot over your shoulder. The slow anticipation of you reaching your ultimate goal is burning me up, and with every touch of your soft lips I moan encouragment, urging you on. My left leg is resting on your right shoulder, and you slow your kissing and nibbling as you reach my creamy thighs.

I can barely stand your delicious torture, and I beg you to take me. You run your hands up the insides of my thighs, lightly dusting over the curly hair sheltering my glossy pink womanhood, and grasping me just below my waist, you tip my hips, bringing my bottom to the very edge of the ledge I’m resting against.

I gasp in anticipation, knowing this movement will allow you the greatest access to my body. You look up at me, my head thrown back in ecstasy, I breathe in gasps, my body quivering with desire, desperate for release. You lean in, and the touch of your hot breath against my clit practically puts me over the edge. I’m screaming and writhing beneath your touch, and you know that a few swift flicks of your tongue will be enough. Spreading me open, you suck my firm clit between your lips, and swish your tongue against it.

My body stiffens up, and for a moment I’m completely silent. The silence is broken by my orgasmic scream. “Yes, God….Oh YES!” You slip a couple fingers into my slick wet cunt, feeling my body clench around them. You lick at my throbbing clit and smooth, hot wetness until I collapse off the ledge onto the floor next to you. I tip forward into your arms, kissing you passionately.

As I run my arms around you, up and down your back, my kisses cover your face. “Thank you! That was amazing, just perfect…” As I recover from this latest mindblowing release, I realize you’ve yet to come. My desire to pleasure you to orgasm reignites my fire, and I rise to my feet. I grasp your hands, and slowly pull you up, keeping you as close to my wet naked form as possible. You can see the wicked sparkle of sexual desire in my eyes.

As I push us both back under the hot spray of the shower, the sponge falls to the floor. I raise an eyebrow in a coy way, and smile. I lick my lips. “Oops. I’ll get it.” I turn, facing away from you. I bend over, in the slowest, most sexual way possible. You feel my smooth bottom firmly rub against your cock. Slowly, I reach for the sponge, and as I grasp it, look up over my shoulder at you. I lick my lips and bounce my bottom against your firming cock. You’re locked into my stare, and reach for the body wash without breaking eye contact with me. You wantonly pour the smooth liquid soap over my bottom, and as it runs between my cheeks, you slowly draw your cock, back and forth against the split of my ass. As I bounce my bottom against your hips, you draw your rock hard cock down just a bit further and impale me. I gasp in surprise, and loving the feel of your cock deep inside my slick pussy, I put my hands against the floor of the shower to brace myself against your deep, delicious penetration.

I purr in appreciation as your thrusting grows faster and deeper. Soon we’re both moaning, your hands tight on my hips, your cock full and deep inside me. I feel your body stiffen, and explode inside me. I gasp, loving the feel of your thick, hot cum pulsing into my tight slit. Shivers race through you, and it again puts me over the edge. I cum, my cunt milking your cock, clenching, massaging it.

As our breathing slows, your cock slips from me. I feel your hot seed trickling down my leg, mixing with the steamy water from the shower. Slowly, almost in a daze, we finish washing, holding each other, kissing gently.

We step from the shower, and softly pat each other down with the thickest, biggest towels we can find…