Bedtime Story

[ranajja]

She stood at the window, lost in her thoughts, her fantasies…

Thoughts of him consumed her—she could think of nothing else.

She didn’t know his name.

Just…their first meeting, in such a public place, eyes meeting…locking…looking through her…

Heat flamed her cheeks as gooseflesh danced down her shoulders and back.

She closed her eyes, imagining his touch…his fingers…his lips…on her skin…

And shivered, knowing this should not…must not…happen…

 

[DriveSouth]

There was no turning back now …

He had, as stealthily as possible, followed her and upon witnessing her check-in her hotel. Sitting in the lobby he penned a note – “Remember me? From the airport? Meet me? Pat O’briens – 10:30 ….


Pat O’s seemed larger than he remember, but it’d had been 15 years. If she chose to show up – would I could I find her in this sea of people….

 

[ranajja]

New Orleans

Her daydreams were disrupted by the tinkling of ice in a glass. She raised an eyebrow in surprise, looked at the waiter, then at the drink, and the note…

“From the gentleman, right over there, miss—“ the waiter began, then stopped, cocking his head slightly, “well, he was right over there. Dark headed fellow, m’am. Said to send you another of what you were drinking, with this note, m’am.”

Mmmmm, vodka martini, dirty and wet—and one more than she probably needed on an empty stomach. Well, practically empty. One dozen oysters can hardly be called a meal.

She sipped the drink, wanting to read the note…dreading what she’ll find…altogether unsure if she could resist temptation…

She unfolded it.

Pat O’Briens.

Back patio. Hurricanes. A sea of people, rubbing, brushing against each other. Total strangers…brushing against each other.

She closed her eyes.

Want bad to be crazy, to do something wild...something naughty...something very naughty...

Shouldn’t. Mustn’t.

Sipping.

And halfway through her third martini, she decided what she would wear.

 

[DriveSouth]

He had not known what led him to the piano bar – not normally a piano bar guy, desperation maybe. But there sitting across the piano sexy in red, hair up, exposing sexy shoulders, sexy neck ….

Eyes met and as he made his way around the piano to her side he knew this was likely a mistake but ordered tequila and a glass of water and sat down.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He began. “but you are beautiful and I had to see you.”

“What do you say we see New Orleans together?”

 

[ranajja]

She laughed…this was too easy…everything was happening too fast…

No, no, no…

But she’d known what she would do as she dressed…just barely this side of decent…she knew she looked good in this dress...sexy…knew he would see the outline of her panties as the fabric slid across her skin.

Daring what she normally wouldn’t…really, really shouldn’t…wondering, fantasizing, burning, shivering…

“See New Orleans together?” she heard herself say. “Sure, I’d love to.”

She felt her nipples harden, knew he could see them…wanted him to see them, hard, pressing against the fabric of her dress.

Thoughts of him, holding her, his hands, against her skin, his lips on her skin, her nipples...between her legs...

Ohhh, she would get herself into trouble if she didn’t watch out. But she’d be careful. She could stop at any time. Just stop and go back to her room. Be safe. Be good.

"Where shall we start?"

 

[DriveSouth]

He’d arranged for the horse drawn carriage to stop in front of her hotel …

Evening had turned into morning and now night had given way to dawn, soft brushes here, caresses there had yielded to tender kisses on her shoulders, her soft neck had prickled at the first touch … and again …

After what seemed like forever, he’d kissed her, explored her mouth, her desire. Held her close and felt her breathing quicken, her face flush with noticeable heat.

“The night’s past and I wish this could go on.” His thoughts escaped before his mind could interact.

 

[ranajja]

His lips were on hers, suddenly, forcefully, seductively…his lips never left her mouth, yet she felt them everywhere, wanted to feel them everywhere. Her lips, her tongue…he took her…over and over…

She’d gotten herself into trouble the last time she was in this town, too many years ago. Such delicious trouble—with that young cutie from Switzerland she’d met in the Dungeon. Gooseflesh danced anew over her skin, as she remembered the lovemaking, how crazy, how very naughty….

Oh, how she wanted that again…now…tonight…

Dang…he is soooo hot, she thought, pressing her body closer to his…

Should she dare? Ohhhhhh, if he's making me feel this good, just kissing, what's he going to be like horizontal?

“We could, ah—“ was that her voice? So breathy, so husky? “Well, our night really doesn’t have to end here, does it? My hotel is right here, lover…”

 

[DriveSouth]

Her room was lavish. She showed him in and closed the door behind them. She turned to find him close and could not help stepping into his arms, his embrace. Her protest were met with open mouth kisses, deep, probing, searching, tempting.

He relented only to move to her shoulders once more, and now pressing along her neckline, pressing her back into the door, pressing her hot flesh with the caresses of his cheek, the gentle prodding of his lips.

Her hips …

So inviting, soft feminine curves, accentuated by a hint of naughty under-things, rocked as he pressed against her.

He was a fire with desire. Passion had over taken him. Now …. Here …

 

[ranajja]

Ohhhh, her hips ground against his, in rhythm to the music wafting in from the street. Early morning peeked through the lace curtains. It was cool for this time of year in New Orleans, and it was one of those rare days, for cutting off the a/c and opening the windows…wide open…and the ever-present music, from the street, from the bar down the block, or across the street. A sultry rhythm, just right for…fucking…

She moaned into his mouth as she rubbed her aching sex against him, feeling him hard against her. On cue, his hardness pressed just there…

She gasped, at the fire, the burning…here she was, fully clothed, and ohh, so close to coming…right this minute…

The strap of her dress fell from one shoulder, and with nothing to support it, fell, barely exposing one nipple, soft, brown, with her nipple ring just catching the light…

 

[DriveSouth]

No longer could he resist, his hands reached for her hips and gripped them tightly. His hands pressed into her and pulled her firmly against him, securely touching his hardness, revealing his desire, exposing himself…

His right hand slid deftly down her thigh and caught behind her knee. His fears fled as he felt her knee give way to his finger tip control.

His hand easily unzipped and freed his now throbbing manhood.

He smoothly eased her leg upwards, exposing her scantily clad private places. Hardly enough material to protect her from his ever insistent thrusts not now seemed to probe and pry at her passion.

Had she moved them aside or had his thriving staff defeated them all alone?

 

[ranajja]

Her barely-there thongs moved easily out of the way, leaving her shaved pussy vulnerable, exposed, helpless to his hardness. Ohhh, she ached for him, shamelessly, and felt him—bare, hard, ready to take her, to fuck her…

Ohhhh, there was no turning back now….

He pressed against her, thrusting gently, as if seeking permission…

She groaned, and grabbed his ass, his cute, tight ass…mmmmm…and pulled him in to her…spreading her legs…taking him in, deep, then deeper….ohhhhhhh…

She arched her back in pleasure, and her eyes popped open, to lock into his, smouldering with the same fire. He looked like a naughty boy—a very kissable, fuckable, naughty, naughty boy…

 

[DriveSouth]

Story II

Robert had known Leesa since she had roomed with his older sister, Julia, as a freshman. He remembered the first time he’d asked her out – he was “too young”, then he was Julia’s “little brother”, that was years ago but his attraction had only grown, he rarely saw her, but when he did always made a point of asking her out. She’d said yes a while back, only to cancel – last minute.

Passing again in Julia’s kitchen – Leesa coming, Robert going ….

Leesa stood rummaging through the ‘fridge. As comfortably as old friends, Robert leaned over her back and whispered into her ear “ It’s time to say yes you know… I’ll call you this afternoon about what time I’ll pick you up tonight.”

 

[ranajja]

Ohhhhh, the tingles that danced over her shoulders from his breath against her skin…

Too young, she told herself firmly. Doesn’t matter how cute he is, or how hot that body is, or how tight that little ass is…ooooh!…he is much too young. Much better to just keep it friendly

And a little friendly flirting never hurt anyone…

“Yeah, right, lover-boy,” she said, swatting at his behind. “Behave yourself, or you might find yourself in trouble.” She gave him sidelong glance, just to see if he was looking, and smiled and winked when she saw that he was.

She turned back to the fridge, bending over just a little farther than she needed to to reach the juice…

 

[DriveSouth]

Robert waited until 3:30 to call.

I’ll be there at 9 he told her – and awaited a response.

None came and he politely said “See you then.” And hung up the phone.

He wasn’t sure he was believing this, but it was 8:59 and her apartment was an elevator ride away. He wasn’t sure he was believing she had not called back – to cancel. He wasn’t believing he was actually going to take her to the old Irishman’s pub that had always seemed like part of the neighborhood. But it seemed like the right thing, the right place.

All went off without a hitch –

Drinks, conversation, appetizers and darts! A casual walk home. Robert was beginning to think she’d been right, too close for more than good friends.

Then suddenly the calm was rocked by the growling of an escaped dog… the master seconds from the leash, but not before forcing her into his arms and her tiny face into his chest.

 

[ranajja]

“Oh, shit, that scared me!” She laughed, a little nervously, heart pounding from that dang dog…heart pounding, being this close to him…feeling so nice…dang it, why does he have to be sooo cute….soooo sexy…

She turned her face to him, just to say something, anything—and felt his lips crushing her own, hungrily, deliberately—holding her closer to him, against his chest. Her knees felt weak, and she let herself become lost in this kiss—

Just this once, just this one time…

Her arms slipped under his, her hands against his back, pulling him closer to her, pressing her breasts against him. The kiss broke, just long enough for a deep breath and a quick blushing smile—then his lips were on hers again, insistent, demanding, and she felt his fingers plunge into her thick soft hair, as his other hand slowly, smoothly slid under her shirt...

 

[DriveSouth]

Again disbelief overwhelmed him.

Had he really kissed her like that, so suddenly, so spontaneously, so passionately – yes passionately, and her response. The impulsive manner in which he’d slid his hand under her shirt and throaty moan in response provided what little encouragement he needed. Just as easily as his hand had slid under her shirt, it released the clasp that held her breast, her hard nipples. Her bra cups easily moved aside now and her erect nipples strained against her shirt

Electricity –

Yes electricity was how it felt when he first grazed her nipple. She’d felt it too. He could tell by her near gasp so swiftly his graze changed to a gently pinch, a tug. Again her reaction fueled him. Her kiss turned passionate, as she hungrily sucked on his tongue, his nipple play became more aggressive, more forceful.

Her knees gave out, Robert knew it was a good time for a break – at least consider taking this inside.

Alone, together, Leesa’s apartment, she soon returned with glasses of wine in hand.

 

[ranajja]

Her entire body…tingled…

She forced herself to breathe deeply, slow her pounding heart, pouring two glasses of wine she was sure neither of them would finish.

She passed a mirror, and stopped. Remembering a favourite movie, she smiled and said softly, “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

Another deep breath, and she returned to the couch, to him. She sat, taking a sip of her wine, not looking at him, but she could feel his eyes on her, felt her heart begin to pound, again…felt her nipples harden, again…felt the heat between her legs, yearning, aching for his touch.

Knowing she shouldn’t…knowing she would…

She looked up at him, into his eyes, ohhhh, those incredible eyes, could see the desire smouldering there, and knew she simply must have this man in her bed…skin to skin…

She said nothing, but her eyes begged, pleaded, dared him…

And he came closer…closer…an eternity, a blink…and she felt his warmth just before his lips took hers, his mouth, his tongue, dancing, teasing…she moved closer to him, kissing him back, taking his tongue into her mouth, deeply, slowly, then giving hers to him, exploring him, touching him softly, sensually.

She breathed in sharply as she felt his hand once again slip under her shirt, thrilling her as intensely as it did the first time. He stroked her softly, purposefully…she moaned into his mouth as he rolled her nipple between his fingers, tugging it, pinching…ohhhhhhhhh…

She squeezed her thighs together, unable to control the heat, the ache between her legs.

Somehow the wine glasses retired to the endtable, and the kiss that started slowly, tentatively, now began to gradually, methodically build…growing in intensity, in desire…passions igniting…inflaming…

Her heart was pounding…pounding…in time to the throbbing between her legs…

She broke the kiss, gasping softly, and pushed him away, her hands resting lightly against his chest. She smiled at the question in his eyes, and felt herself blush at his devilish grin…dammit…he knows then kissed him once more, sweetly on the lips…

She took his hand and stood, and led him to her bedroom…

 

[DriveSouth]

The bedroom, finally!

She led him across the room to the bed. The wall facing the foot of the bed was lined with mirrors and seemed to be the perfect spot for this to continue.

He sat on the floor behind her, facing the mirror. Slowly his hands began to work the buttons that held her blouse secure, but soon enough, they were all undone and her exposed bra only served to incite his passion.

His kisses to her shoulders and neck seemed to pull at her nipples, her back arched, her chest thrust forward. His hands knowingly undid her bra clasp and exposed her firm breast, topped with chocolately brown nipples that had hardened to stiff peaks ached for attention and his eager fingers proved to be just the answer.

The answer though, only provided new questions, new dilemas ...

Such as the dampness that grew between her legs, such as the aching need to be touched between her legs, such as the overwhelming desire to let him look upon her secret place, down there, between her legs.

He pulled her skirt up, and soon had her panties pulled aside and her pussy exposed, exposed to the mirror - to him. Her legs strained to spread wide. His fingers worked her softlips, stroking them gently, working her into a heated frenzy. He pressed a finger against her opening, teasing her, wanting to gauge her response, her need to be entered.

Her breathing slowed enough for him to feel that verbal communication was again an option. "The bed?" he whispered.

 

[ranajja]

Story 3

She went out on the patio, feeling tired and invigorated at the same time.

The margarita she’d been given was very good, and half gone—not smart, since she never ate before a performance, and the drink was all she’d had since she’d arrived at the cast party.

The house was gorgeous and the hostess was part of the music faculty, who graciously volunteered the premises on a regular basis, opening her home to various and sundry twenty-somethings. Eclectic and eccentric, students and teachers alike—as were most of those of the fine arts school.

Randi had done well tonight, peaking on closing night, she thought, smiling. Even the notes that had been giving her fits, soared effortlessly tonight—and it felt good. She felt…goood…

She sat down on the edge of the back deck and took another sip. She looked around at her fellow cast members, some she’d had in her bed before…some she’d love to be skin to skin with…a little shiver of pleasure danced across her skin at the thought of having a new lover in her bed tonight…

She got up to mingle a bit, to flirt with this one, a light touch on his arm, kissing her lightly, laughing, enjoying getting and giving attention…giving and taking…mmmmm…

A pleasant warmth between her legs grew as she fantasized a bit about each one…

 

[poohlive]

Dark shoes clicked against the tile floor. It was drowned out by the other sounds of the party. Tim's eyes were low to the ground, looking in at it all. To anyone else it looked as if he were simply glancing at something on his shoes. Perhaps a scrap of paper, or some gum, but in truth he was watching them.
As no one watched him, he watched them.
He had practiced this, in the mirror, his head bent down, hair over his eyes. A brown curly forest that he could peer out of, and look at just about anyone he pleased. Tonight, there were so many to choose from. A couple in the corner were making out, he could see the man's hand slip up the side of her thigh.
He wondered what a woman's thigh felt like.
Soft, he'd think. Like velvet, something like crushed velvet.
Tim took a sip of his beer, which he cradled in hs hand. He didn't drink, and on occasion when he did it wasn't beer, but tonight it was cheap and it did the trick. In all honesty he didn't like big crowds much, and the bittersweet taste in his mouth along with the buzz now going on in his head helped ease his nerves some. It relaxed him, and amused him.
There was a feeling that he could do something tonight, something that he would never normally do. Of course, he always felt like that when he was drunk, but never ended up doing anything much, except watch.
He liked to watch.
As he stood up on the rafters, fixing old lights, replacing filters, he would stare down at rehersal and just watch. Some of the clothing those women dressed themselves in, it could send any man wild. He admitted that on more than one occasion he came home with dirty shorts.
Downing the first beer, he went to get a second, thanking the person who opened it for him. The fire in his belly was working with him now, things seemed to be swimming. He watched things begin to spin as he stood still. Tim stumbled over to the door, walking outside.
The cool air that hit his face felt better, and at once things returned to normal. He breathed it in, taking a step out to lean against the balcony. Smiling, he glanced across his way towards someone.
His vision came in, it was Randi. It had to be, he couldn't miss that fiery hair. How could he? He had lit it up so many times, standing with that spotlight in his hands reaching down to her from heaven. She was an angel in a sea of gloom.
Tim thought she had left hours ago. He smiled, more to himself than anything, glancing down at his shoes once more.
"Wonderful performance," he said, an awkward tone in his voice, they had worked together all this time, and he had never really talked to her. If he could help it, he only spoke when asbolutely necessary. He knew all their names, and in some cases even more, but he hadn't spoken to many people at all.
Tonight was different though, tonight made him feel strong, alive, and willing to go a step further than just watching.
His eyes emerged from behind that forest to take in her beauty.

 

[ranajja]

Startled out of her naughty little reverie, Randi smiled and turned toward the husky voice…

And was caught by his eyes…the hunger…the desire smouldering in his eyes… burning from beneath a shock of long, soft curls…

“Ohhh, thank you,” she laughed, suddenly a little self-conscious. Tim, wasn’t it? I’m so bad with names, she thought. Dang, he’s got nice eyes...

“Did everything go as well back stage as it felt on stage? You always make us look good, Tim. Oh, it felt great tonight!” She laughed, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. He was looking at her so…intently…it was flattering…and a little disturbing…dangerous…After all, she’d never really spoken with him before, but he was always working on one play, or another. A backstage genius, and there were some directors who swore they wouldn’t do a show without him. But he really didn’t talk much…the strong, silent type…

She sipped her drink, and turned to murmur something to Melanie, the cute little freshman in the dance chorus. Randi could still feel his eyes on her…and squeezed her thighs together at another little fantasy…the thought of his hands on her, rough against her skin, kissing her, laughing huskily at her futile attempts to resist him, knowing she wanted to be conquered…taken…

 

[DriveSouth]

Your Gracious Host

The host was not a faculty member, but a third generation benefactor. His young wife’s appointment to head the Theatre Department - at her age, had made her the youngest department head in university history – had stirred pot of political controversy in small town university society. Such things never fazed Thomas and neither would this. Thomas Hoff loved these parties. The revelry of the young cast members always invigorated him, made him remember days of his youth. The smells did it – finger foods and alcohol and an occasional whiff of pot if one lingered on the decks or patios too long. The sights did it – kids playing, not kid games but adult games of seduction and passion. The sounds did it – music that was too loud, glasses clanking, propositions being whispered.

The Hoff Foundation had made this production possible and now the post show regalia were all he’d hoped for and in full swing. His wife mingled and accepted all the accolades due her, she glowed, full of confidence. Thomas moved about the party, joining in easily with which ever clique he found himself, the drinkers, the eaters, the smokers – he was an easy fit.

By the time Thomas worked his way around the party to finally get close enough to Randi she was engaged with a group including fellow cast members and technicians and party crashers. He casually joined the loose circle and just as casually joined the discussion which ranged from stage presence to acoustics to lighting. Somewhere in this discussion he managed to catch her eye, a twinkle – “Your blues eyes sparkle in this night.” he managed to squeeze in without interrupting the surrounding conversations. He caressed her with glance, held her close and confirmed his earlier feelings … He must have this jewel … again … and he wondered if her memories were as fond as his.

 

[ranajja]

Randi

Flirting, teasing with Tim…and with Melanie…and everyone in the little circle that had formed here on the deck, Randi’s face was a bit flushed from the naughty fantasies dancing through her head. She smiled and looked around, sipping her drink and moving her hips in time to the music…

Ooooh, there’s Dr. Hoff, she thought, knowing that where the hot little head of the department was, her drop-dead-gorgeous hubby would not be far behind…

She inhaled softly at the feel of her nipples hardening, pressing against the material of the little cotton dress she was wearing…besides the dress and her sandals, her mint green thong was the only thing she had on. And she felt very naughty tonight, very vulnerable…very fuckable…

And then, there he was…the other Dr. Hoff…Thomas…

She pretended not to notice him at first, playing hard-to-get, to keep him guessing…a vain attempt to hide just how quickly she’d jump at the chance to have him between her legs…again…but then he knew he’d caught her eye, and he spoke…his eyes drinking her in…his voice a caress…

“My eyes? Ohhh, Dr. Hoff, you smooth talker,” she laughed, and poked at his arm, her southern drawl a little more pronounced than usual, like it always was when she’d had a little too much to drink…or when she knew casual flirting was about to be turned up a notch…

 

[poohlive]

Tim smiled that hazy drunken smile that only came from seeing something one never could when they were sober. As much as alcohol impairs you, it also helps you see things, tiny inflections that would have gone unnoticed.
Like the way her ass seemed to tighten as he looked at it, or the tone in her voice that was, to him, more than just friendly.
Maybe they were really there, or perhaps just something he wanted to be there. Tonight was a night for anything, he could bet his bottom dollar on that, but was he even seeing or hearing things that weren't there.
Dr. Hoff, someone he had only seen in passing came up, speaking to her, as did everyone else at one point or another. It was a regular carousel around here, how things were done. So many people to meet, to fuck, and yet so little time. Everyone was pawning at the best, or at least the most attainable.
Tim drank his beer. He knew he was too sober for anything yet tonight, but he was getting there.
Casually, he chatted with Melanie. She was nice, after all, not Randi, but then again he doubted if there was anyone quite like Randi. A diamond in the rough.
Not everyone could afford diamond though.

 

[intriguess]

Melanie

She wasn't sure why she was there except for an odd invitation. She spotted a few people who looked hot and she smiled politely. People were cozy in pairs pawing at each other. She had chosen a black dress that looked like it had been painted on her as she spoke to a man who's name she had already forgotten but who's eyes spoke more loudly than words.