First Class Submission

[ThePhoenixMan]

Reynard was glad his eyes were in good condition, the sight of Jenny's ass peeking back at him was a first class reminder of the fruits of his labor. When she turned, he hadn't been quick enough to hide his look, and Jenny's embarassment was quite delicious.

Face down and with the robe on wasn't quite what he had in mind though when Jenny had answered him.

He laid down anyways on the bed but lodged his protest.

"That's not exactly where we left off now was it Jenny?"

Disregarding any protests she might offer, Reynard undid the sash on his robe and eased the terry cloth from his arms and bared his back, so that at least Jenny could give him a meaningful massage. It would only be a half-assed one if he left the thick robe on, he'd be unable to feel her fingers on his flesh.

"Now this is more like where we started, isn't it?"

 

[Kiele]

As Mr. Rieger lay down on the bed, he sounded disappointed.

"That's not exactly where we left off now was it Jenny?"

Jenny thought of what to say, she certainly didn’t want to disappoint him. She watched as he undid his sash and bared his muscular back, then got comfortable on the fold-out bed.

"Now this is more like where we started, isn't it?" Jenny hesitated for a moment, and then climbed onto the bed, which creaked and twanged like most foldouts. She wondered if it was comfortable for him, should she suggest the bedroom now? She’d look like an idiot, she’d recommended they stay here after all. But then she hadn’t known about the foldout.

“Yes, Mr. Rieger,” she said, pleasantly, making her way over to where he lay on his belly. With just a bit of trepidation, she climbed onto him, and began to work on his shoulder muscles. It was a bit uncomfortable with his robe bunched up at his waist, underneath her. “Are you . . . comfortable, Mr. Rieger?” she asked. She wondered if she should stop calling him that, but it was difficult to switch, she still thought of him as her customer. Her most important customer. As Mary had said, ‘treat him like a King, satisfy his every desire.’ Mary had been very insistent about that, Jenny thought. She shrugged; her friend was probably just looking out for her, making sure Jenny kept her dream job.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Her fingers did feel good on his back, that he couldn't deny. He could easily lie there and let her do some magical work, and continue to tease her. But he had already taken a relaxing shower ... and ... she had opened the door!

“Are you . . . comfortable, Mr. Rieger?”

They had gone through all these preliminaries before. There was no reason to play cat and mouse. She had given him that opportunity, that little gap to slip his foot through and open the door wider. Why not just get to the heart of the matter?

"No, Jenny." His voice was firm, yet calm. He twisted his head to look at her as she knelt over him, her pert breasts tickling his back. This time without warning her, he rolled over again. He did it slowly enough that he wouldn't throw her from her position atop of him. He immediately spotted the worry and concern on her face.

"No, Jenny, I'm not comfortable," he echoed as he settled on his back, staring into her eyes. "We've been through this all before, haven't we?" He wriggled his hips, the robe, now even more uncomfortable, bunched and twisted as it was, around his waist. "It's not like this is something entirely new."

Reynard thrust his hips up slightly, pressing his crotch between her spread knees. It was time to push things along, Reynard decided. Just like in contract negotiations, the two parties can get muddled down with the details, and Reynard knew when it was time to move on, and now was one of those times.

"Jenny? Get rid of the robe, and just start right where you left off. That'd be much better." However, this time around, Reynard made sure he was in more of an upright position than before. Several pillows propped behind his head and back allowed him a great view of Jenny, her actions, and more importantly her face. He wasn't going to play the game of keeping his eyes closed. When he had his eyes closed on the airplane, he was actually envisioning Jenny, just as she was right now, barely clad, hot, bothered, and flustered. This time there was no need to rely on fantasy, this was reality. He wanted to soak in every minute detail of the moment.

 

[Kiele]

"No, Jenny." He said, and she stopped rubbing his shoulders, concerned. He wasn’t comfortable? He turned to look at her, and then suddenly he was rolling over, making her hold onto his shoulders to keep from falling.

"No, Jenny, I'm not comfortable," he said, now on his back, she lying clumsily on top of him. "We've been through this all before, haven't we? It's not like this is something entirely new." Jenny blushed at the feel of her bare breasts on his chest, and used her hands to prop herself up again. “Umm, no, I guess not,” she agreed, nervously, wondering what he was up to.

"Jenny? Get rid of the robe, and just start right where you left off. That'd be much better."

He was propping himself up with pillows behind his back, and unlike before, his eyes were wide open now, watching her. Jenny thought of how little her sheer camisole covered, and now he wanted to remove the robe that separated them? “Ah . . . yes . . . of course, Mr. Rieger,” she answered after a long hesitation, her hands reaching for the robe. She pulled on it, and he lifted his hips to let it slide out, and she tossed it aside. Suddenly he moved his hips, thrusting between her thighs until she straddled his crotch, and she felt a hardness poking against her thin cotton panties.

Jenny gasped, “Mr. Rieger!” She looked down, to see he wasn’t wearing anything, and his shockingly large erection was pressing against her in a most embarrassing way. She shuffled backwards slightly until she was straddling his upper thighs, to break the contact. Looking up, her face was bright red, but she saw him simply resting there, his hands behind his head, as if he were watching a favorite TV show.

He gestured, and she realized he wanted her to continue her massage. With that thing pointing me? she thought. But what else could she do? Careful not to look at it, Jenny leaned forward so her arms could reach his chest, and she began to rub, as she done before. Her breasts dangled before him, the cami offering little support. Even worse, her nipples seemed to be excited, poking toward his chest through the soft mesh material. His erection touched her belly, and she sucked in her tummy, trying her best not to make eye contact with Mr. Rieger as she continued her chest massage with trembling hands.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

The way Jenny was straddling him, her dangling breasts and the fine lace tickling his flesh as her hands tried to work the muscles on his chest, was nice and relaxing. Reynard was even amused at the way she tried avoiding his erection. But she had stroked him on the airplane! That's where they were when she ran off!

"Jenny!" His voice was more like a bark. His dissatisfaction was quite apparent. That feels nice, but that's not where we left off either!"

Taking matters into his own hand, he sat up somewhat abruptly. He reached for and snagged Jenny's right wrist. It wasn't a tight grip but it was firm and sudden. Like a flash, he forced her hand to come in contact with his cock. He held her wrist in place until her hand opened up and gripped his shaft.

"Now that's where we left off before you ran off. Now come on Jenny. When we were on the plane, you were doing such a fine job." Reynard allowed his hand to slip from her wrist and slide along her bare arm. "... just like you were when we were on the plane."

Reynard caught her eyes and held her shocked eyes in his gaze. "Do you think you can do that Jenny? Can you finish what you started? That is what you came here to do, isn't it? You did come here to right the wrong you did ... right?"

Reynard, sat back once again, making himself comfortable, watching Jenny get comfortable, and move into a better position. Just like before, he remained in an upright position, his eyes open and glued to every inch of Jenny's being. He was intent on studying her closely. An added benefit of this little outburst, was that it had distracted him enough to soften him just a bit, delaying his goal. If she was going to succeed in her task, she was going to have to work a bit longer and harder at it now.

 

[Kiele]

"Jenny!" His sharp reprimand startled her. “That feels nice, but that's not where we left off either!"

Suddenly he set up, and she froze, unable to react as he took her right wrist in a firm grip, and then moved her hand against the warm flesh of his cock. She took hold of it, still staring open mouthed at him.

"Now that's where we left off before you ran off. Now come on Jenny. When we were on the plane, you were doing such a fine job." His hand slid up her bare arm. "... just like you were when we were on the plane."

His eyes bored into hers. "Do you think you can do that Jenny? Can you finish what you started? That is what you came here to do, isn't it? You did come here to right the wrong you did ... right?"

Jenny could only nod nervously. “Y-yes, Mr. Rieger,” she murmured. He lay back down, making himself comfortable, but she felt his eyes acutely, watching her as she tentatively began to stroke his length. His cock felt slightly limp in her hand, yet still large even when not erect. When it didn’t immediately return to the rigid state she remembered from the airplane, Jenny grew anxious. Was something wrong? What if she couldn’t turn him on? What would he do? He would kick her out, that's what!

Jenny began to stroke faster, frantically, and she heard him grunt, as if in pain. She looked at him in alarm, and saw him make a face. Too fast or too hard, was she hurting him? “Wait, Mr. Rieger, don’t . . . get upset,” she whispered, now truly concerned. What should she do? Back on the plane, he’d been so hard, she’d hardly had to do anything . . . she knew what she had to do. Her girlfriends told her it was what every guy wanted, her boyfriend had always asked for it, but she’d never granted his wish, good girls didn't do that kind of thing.

Jenny climbed off of Mr. Rieger’s thighs, and moved to crouch on her knees next to him. She sneaked a peek at his face, but he only watched her with interest. Pulling her hair over one shoulder, Jenny lowered her face down toward his cock. Was it her imagination, or was it getting hard again. Could she even do this, or would she chicken out like before? No, she had no choice! Closing her eyes, Jenny guided his thick member into her mouth. She expected something terrible, she didn’t know what, but it wasn’t really unpleasant at all. Encouraged, she began to move her head up and down slowly, using her tongue to wet and lubricate him. He jerked slightly in her mouth, it was working! Jenny made a sound of pleasure, as if tasting something delicious, and continued on, inserting more of him into her mouth. Jenny couldn’t see his face, but she hoped he was enjoying it . . . her dream job depended on it. And she had to admit, she enjoying seeing that blissful expression on his handsome face.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

He winced in slight pain as she tried in vain to bring him to full erection with her hand. She was too eager, maybe too worried; but she squeezed too hard and jerked too wildly to make it pleasurable. If she had just been gentle, and light, it would've worked much better. Reynard sensed her worry though, and could only surmise that she was definitely too eager. He was about to tell her to take it easy, to take things slow, maybe tickle his blue balls that she left him with?

The look in her eyes, stopped him though. He caught her staring at his cock, but not in the usual way. He could tell she was contemplating something. A new course of attack? A new method?

When Jenny climbed off him though, Reynard's eyes grew wide with interest, and a bit of surprise, which he didn't show, when she pulled her long hair over her shoulder and lowered her head to his crotch. She's really going to do this! he thought to himself as he readied himself for contact. He held his breath as her lips came down and pressed against the flesh of his crown, slowly widening as she took the soft tip within her mouth.

Reynard could do nothing to stop the blood from rushing to the warm confines of her mouth, nor could he stop the little moan of pleasure that eascaped his lips as her toungue bathed his shaft, and her head bobbed along its length. His cock was swelling as her hand remained around the base, stroking it, feeding it to herself as she took more and more of it into her mouth! He could feel his shaft filling with more and more blood as she continued, the girth, stretching her full lips into thin pencil lines.

This was fantastic, he thought, but Reynard wanted a little more out of her, since she was so accomodating. He parted his thighs a bit, leaving space between his knees. "Mmmmm, Jenny, now we're making progress," he complemented. "Why don't you get more comfortable over here?" He nudged her with his leg, keeping his arms behind his head as he encouraged her to shift her position.

When she had, and had resumed her actions, Reynard could now better see and watch her as she took him into her mouth. He could better sense her demeanor to see if she was liking what she was doing, or was disgusted by it, but doing it out of necessity. The rosy color on her cheeks, gave him that answer.

Keeping himself propped upright, he reached for her hair and gently pulled it back so that it wouldn't be a curtain blocking his view. Ever so gently he cupped her head, resting his hands as she continued bobbing up and down. "Let me see those eyes Jenny. Let me see those wonderful eyes."

 

[Kiele]

When Mr. Rieger began to groan with pleasure, Jenny knew she was getting somewhere. As she fondled his balls with gentle feather-like touches, she could feel him swelling into her mouth, and that only encouraged her, swallowing more of him while she used her tongue to caress his length.

"Mmmmm, Jenny, now we're making progress," he said, and she warmed to his compliment. When he asked her to move, she obliged, lifting her knees over his leg one by one, and settling in between his thighs. She took him back in her mouth, and it seemed he’d grown larger still, she could barely get her lips around his shaft. His warm head touched the back of her throat, and she hadn’t even taken him all in. Jenny wondered if his swollen cock would even fit inside her, and then she blushed when her body responded strongly to that thought.

She felt his hands gently pull back her silky hair, so he could see her face, she realized with embarrassment. Could he see her blushing, she wondered, as she bobbed up and down, her mind imagining his cock inside her. When his hands came to the back of her head, gently holding onto her, she made a soft sound of pleasure deep in her throat. It was nice, feeling his hands there, guiding but not forcing her.

"Let me see those eyes Jenny. Let me see those wonderful eyes,” he said. Jenny strained to look up at him, saw his eyes were glazed over with pleasure. He was really swollen now, she thought, as she glided up and down his slick shaft, making soft sounds as she strained to contain him. Though it hurt her eyes to look up at Mr. Rieger, she kept watching him, fascinated by his blissful expressions.

As Mr. Rieger moaned with pleasure, Jenny realized that Mary and the others had never talked about how to handle the inevitable conclusion. Jenny suddenly had the urge to flee again, and she looked up at Mr. Rieger nervously. She could see it in his face, he was getting close! But she couldn’t do that to him again . . . she remembered his hands, gently holding her head. Jenny relaxed, letting them guide her. She was not going to disappoint him this time!

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Reynard inhaled and held his breath trying to focus on the eyes that were peering back at him. There was no denying her will to please him was extraordinary, though the technique was a bit awkward at times. 'Practice', he thought to himself as his hands guided her with the tiniest hint of increased force than they had before. His sighs and moans slowly exhaled as the tingling vibrations rippled through his loins.

The muscles in his ass flexed, tightening, loosening, his cock pushing in and sliding out of the velvety, wet, slippery confines of her mouth. The blood surged to his length, filling it, hardening, making it swell to enormous proportions, filling her mouth, stretching it as she continued attending to him. Her gentle touches to his laden jewels excited him, weighing each one, feeling how much they contained, how much they would unleash when the time was right. Reynard knew that this was right. The time was right.

At any other time, he would try and refrain himself, to deny himself the pleasure, in lieu of something else. But he had plenty of time for that. There'd be plenty more times for hi to explore and unwrap the treasures that Jenny had to offer. Now was the time for him to revel and bask in the pleasure, in the power. He allowed himself to succumb to the tiny tremors that were causing him to twitch, rather uncomfortably.

Reynard's eyes rolled back in their sockets, temporarily blinding him as the bright white flash exploded in his mind. His hands gripped her head more tightly, holding her steady, the tip of his cock lodged halfway in the depths of her suckling mouth. Her hollowed cheeks was all he remembered before he felt the girth of his totem pole swell to even greater proportions as it filled with his liquid protein. The back pressure increased as he tried to hold back, every beat of his heart magnified by the throbbing in his blood engorged length. He could feel it pulse, he could feel it throb, mumbling and moaning incoherently, trying his best to warn her, to alert her to be ready for there was no turning back now.

It throbbed and pulsed two more times, and then Reynard could hold back no longer. He relaxed and felt himself explode.

 

[Kiele]

Jenny liked hearing the masculine sounds that Mr. Rieger was making, as she did her best to pleasure him with her mouth and tongue. She could feel his fullness with her hand, and knowing he would soon be pumping that into her mouth excited her. She would do her best to contain his seed, and not embarrass him. To please him, for nothing else mattered right now.

His cock seemed alive in her mouth, throbbing and jerking occasionally, telling her when she was doing it right. She lifted her eyes to see his face, and just then, she saw his eyes roll back. His hands suddenly gripped her head tightly, and she knew he was close. His hands held her head still, and his cocked seemed to swell even larger, throbbing strongly in her mouth. Jenny tried obediently to take more of him in, but he held her head steady.

Then he jerked in her mouth, and she moaned, barely able to fit him, he throbbed again, and again, his cock already filling her mouth near to fullness, and then with a loud groan, he exploded into her. Her instinct was to pull back in shock, but his hands kept her there, taking him in. Jenny whimpered, straining to contain his cum, holding her lips tight to his pumping cock as he filled her, making sounds of pleasure that were music to her ears.

She couldn’t believe she was doing this, for a man she had only met the day before - what had gotten into her? Yet she felt the strongest urge to please this man, to the best of her ability. As he relaxed, she swallowed his cum, careful not to spill any, and then she began to use her tongue to clean him, looking up to see his expression. She felt a strange urge to ask him how she had done.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

She had done it! Reynard was so relieved that Jenny had finally gone through with it and brought him the release he had been waiting for, for so long. The wait was definitely worth it as his eyes were able to focus on Jenny's bloated cheeks, just before she swallowed what felt like to him, to be a gallon's worth of his seed.

He was doubly pleased as she lapped her tongue around his slowly deflating shaft, and over the tip, collecting any remnants she had missed. He was floating higher than the planes could ever take him at this moment. This was the first! The first of many he hoped. The first of many, he envisioned.

He couldn't help but smile appreciatively as he loosened his grip on her head, and she looked up to meet his eyes. He could see the worry, the concern, the want to know, in her eyes. But he said nothing, merely letting his smile tell enough. With his hands gently cradling her face, his thumbs moved the stray hairs from her face. Sliding down to cup her cheeks, he dragged his thumb over a stray rivulet of white cream that Jenny had inadvertenly missed, or been unable to spear with her tongue. He gathered the droplet and its tail onto the pad of this thumb and brought it to Jenny's lips.

He outlined her luscious lips with the tip and then urged his thumb into her mouth, forcing her to suckle the miniature version of his cock.

Now that the edge was off, Reynard was relaxed enough to resume his play, and toy with his newfound toy.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

 

[Kiele]

Jenny smiled as he gently held her, his thumbs smoothing away the hair from her face. But when he used his thumb to wipe up her lip, and inserted it into her mouth, she blushed, obediently sucking and cleaning the stickyness from his thumb with her lips and tongue.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" he said, his thumb leaving her mouth. Jenny leaned back onto her heels, kneeling between his legs.

“I’ve never done that before,” she said, smiling shyly. “I don’t think I would do that for just any guy. He'd have to be . . . rather special.”

Jenny couldn’t believe she had done it either, and she wondered if she’d ever be able to look at Mr. Rieger again when she was back in uniform and serving him in first class. She looked at him. He seemed very pleased with her, and yet she wondered if now was the time to bring up the issue of the photos. Her eyes flicked over to the table, and then back to him. “Are we even now, Mr. Rieger?” she said, smiling so he would know she was joking. Except she was only half joking, and her eyes searched his for an answer to her unspoken question.

What sort of arrangement did he have in mind in return for his discretion?

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Reynard had to hold back a chuckle, but he allowed Jenny to see his smile. He considered her words, and wondered if Jenny considered him 'rather special'? He couldn't deny that it boosted his ego.

But now they were in that delicate moment where there was tension and an awkward feeling. They had gone beyond the simple tease and play, and now the question lay unanswered ... Where would things progress from here?

'Even'? Again, Reynard had to chuckle, he didn't think they'd ever be even. He wouldn't allow it! It wasn't in his nature. And it was becoming quite apparent that Jenny didn't want it to be even, either. She tried to deny the quote on the photo's caption, but ever since Reynard had taken control, she had been like putty in his hands. He was the sculptor and his hands were molding her.

There was no need to talk business at this moment. They had a different language they were speaking. Reynard continued to take charge. Twisting his leg from Jenny, he rose from the sofa bed holding Jenny's hand, pulling her to her feet. No words needed to be spoken. He walked assuredly, completely naked, confidently leading Jenny from the living room, through the slightly ajar double doors, and into the lavishly decorated bedroom. He took Jenny straight to the four poster bed and lifted her off her feet, placing her fully onto the thickly cushioned mattress, decorated with the equally thick, down filled, satin comforter. Reynard laid her out, and sat down next to her.

His hands now began a slow sensual massage with his fingertips, dancing lightly across the bared flesh of her shoulders. His fingers performed a detailed exploration of every square inch of availed flesh, his eyes glued to hers, never once breaking away to see where his hands were exploring.

 

[Kiele]

Jenny watched him smile in response to her question. “Even?” he said, chuckling. Jenny blanched, looking down at her hands in her lap. When would they be even, she wondered? What more could he ask of her? A lot more, she realized. As if to prove that point, he suddenly rose from the foldout bed, taking her gloved hand and pulling her to her feet. Jenny looked up at him nervously, wondering what he was doing. Without a word, he walked toward the bedroom, pulling Jenny behind him as he gave her no time to debate. Her eyes flicked down to the muscles of his bare ass as he walked, and she let out an appreciative sigh before she could stop herself.

“Mr. Rieger?” Jenny murmured as she was taken in through the double doors to the most extravagant hotel bedroom she’d ever seen. She gasped slightly at the size of the four-post bed, and the opulence of the furnishings. Yet it was the bed that drew her attention, as a naked Mr. Rieger lifted her off her feet and placed her on the soft comforter. Jenny wanted to get up off the bed, to run away, and yet her limbs refused to move, and her breathing began to race as he laid her out and sat down next to her. She shyly pushed her cami down where it had bunched up around her waist.

Jenny shivered when he began a slow fingertip massage of her bare shoulders. What am I doing? She thought, as she lay there, trembling slightly, her arms laying stiffly at her sides, and her hands clutching the comforter tightly. “Mr. Rieger, I . . . I mean, about our agreement . . .?”

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Reynard knew what he wanted, and he was about to go for it. When Jenny began to protest, he cut her short with a snakelike, hiss.

"Sssssssshhhhh," he silenced her, placing a finger to her lips and holding it there till she stopped and obeyed, his eyes glued to hers.

Whispering ever so gently, he responded with his own question. "Do you really want to discuss business right now?" His words were so soft and so gentle, that it sounded more like a dare than a mere question. His finger still on her lips, his other hand drifted down along her bare flesh until it reached the lace top of her tight fitting camisole. Still never breaking eye contact, he wedged his index finger beneath the lace and ran it underneath the fabric between each creamy swell of her breast, seeing if he'd receive any protest. His finger still pressed to her lips directed her to remain quiet.

All it took was a little tug and Reynard could feel the tension in the material finally give way, her breasts popping free of the confines of the skimpy material. Even though, he very much wanted to, Reynard still never once removed his eyes from Jenny's to see the gift he had unwrapped.

His hand resumed its magical dance over her flesh, this time, taking every opportunity to tend to her stiffening nipples, feeling her chest rise and fall with her labored breaths. After several minutes, he loosened the pressure of his finger against her lips and slid the tip of his finger aroung her mouth, tracing her lips before pressing the tip between them.

Words would only be superfluous at this point. What was happening right now, was better than Reynard could have ever imagined. It was the perfect business plan, every aspect and detail was falling perfectly into place.

He still wanted to look at her breasts, the very breasts that had captivated him earlier. But he was intent on breaking Jenny down, and this was the only way at this point. He was going to use her own body against her

 

[Kiele]

"Sssssssshhhhh," he hissed, silencing her by placing a finger to her lips. Jenny’s eyes widened and she kept quiet, her eyes captivated in his.

"Do you really want to discuss business right now?" he whispered, his voice soft, yet she thought maybe she detected a trace of a threat. Jenny shook her head quickly, drawing a smile from his handsome face.

Jenny looked down to watch his other hand drift across her chest until it touched the top of her camisole. When she looked back, she realized his eyes had never left face, and she wondered why. His finger slipped inside the mesh material and slid along the curves of her breast. Jenny glanced down again nervously, and then back to see him still looking into her eyes. Her chest was rising and falling with her breathing, and yet he appeared so calm, his finger still held to her lips. She wanted to say something, to talk her way out of this, but the look in her eyes kept her silent.

Jenny gasped when she felt a tug on her chest, and her breasts popped out of the tight camisole. Jenny had a strange hope that he liked her breasts, and she blushed, expecting him to look down at her nakedness, but still he kept his eyes on hers. His hand began to gently, softly explore her now naked torso, and Jenny realized she’d almost forgotten how sensitive her breasts were. She gasped, biting her lip when he first touched her nipple, sending a shock down between her thighs. That was only the beginning, for he mercilessly teased her tender nipples, making Jenny twitch and gasp, her breathing now growing heavy. He would grow impatient, she was sure of it. And yet his teasing went on for several minutes, during which time he never once looked down to see what he was doing. Jenny was growing frantic, unable to lie still, or to stifle the soft little cries that escaped her lips. Her cheeks were flushed, and she didn’t dare look down to see herself, because her nipples felt swollen and tender.

When his finger suddenly let up and traced around her lips, Jenny opened her lips to speak, and then his finger slipped between them, and she blushed, reminded of what she’d done for him just minutes before. How did he look so relaxed, while she was a bundle of nerves?

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

The feel of his finger in her mouth delighted Reynard. Once again, she naturally suckled the digit, just as she had done before, yet the look on her face was priceless. Nervous? Confused? Horny? Maybe, all three? All that Reynard knew, was that she was melting beneath his touch.

He withdrew his finger from her mouth and retraced her lips, making them shine with her saliva before pushing it back in. His eyes still remained glued to her face, studying her closely, studying her reactions, feeling her body's reaction to his teasing touches. After pulling his finger out of her mouth the second time, he finally broke his gaze as he took his spit soaked finger and traced it around the engorged nipple on her left breast, listening to her as the cool air from the room descended upon her. He admired the way her chest heaved at his touch, her red nipple, standing proud, begging for more. He returned to her lips and slipped back in, only to repeat the process on her right breast, teasing the nipple to an incredible rigidity.

Without invitation, Reynard leaned over Jenny and covered her right breast with his open mouth, moving his right hand to her left tit, palming it. He could feel her nipple cutting into his palm as his tongue searched out and found her other nipple, lashing against it. He flicked his wet muscle over the tip repeatedly, feeling the rubbery firmness as it bounced back into place. His other hand, gently kneading the orb, slowly zeroed in on her nipple, pinching it lightly between his thumb and finger, rolling it back and forth as his lips pinched more tightly on the one he was suckling.

After some feasting, Reynard replaced his mouth with his left hand, and with his right, turned Jenny a little towards him, just enough so that he could give her other nipple, equal oral attention. He suckled the sweet cherry, listening once again for any signs of appreciation from Jenny.

Reynard knew what he wanted, and he was set to go after it.

 

[Kiele]

Jenny watched him as he pulled his finger from her mouth and moistened her lips. It was incredibly sensual, and she trembled, her lips parted slightly. He did it again, moistening his finger in her mouth, only this time he casually reached down and used his finger to wet her nipple. Jenny’s mouth fell open at the sensation as the cool air on her hot turgid flesh made her shiver.

When he reached up to wet his finger again, she held her breath, and then let out a soft gasp as he did the same for her other nipple. She glanced down in dismay to see her poor nipples, swollen and tight. Then she stiffened nervously as she saw his head dipping to her breast.

“Mr. Rieger!” she gasped, as his mouth took possession of her tender peak. His hand was on her other breast, and she jerked, her thighs twitching at the spark of heat inside her. When his tongue began to lash against her nipple, she moaned and reached up with her hand to grab hold of the hair at the back of his head. His mouth and hand were two points of fire on her breasts, and she arched against him, her legs retracting reflexively.

Then he switched, moving his lips to her other nipple, and the torment began again, building on itself. Jenny gasped and moaned, one hand held against his chest, the other holding onto the back of his head for dear life. Jenny had always been weak, when it came to this, but never had she been with a man of such skill!

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jenny's hand on the back of his head is exactly what Reynard wanted to feel. A tug of encouragement, an open invitation to continue, a means of silently telling him to take more than he was, mashing him to her, letting him engulf her ... completely. The hand on his chest signified the struggle she fought from within. The hand on his chest, keeping him at bay, not allowing him to press his body to hers, yet the other pulling him tighter, directing him, urging him further and further. Reynard was tickled by the way her body arched in unison with her moans, aching to make more contact with that invisible being.

Back and forth he moved from tit to tit, from nipple to nipple, suckling in mad frenzy as the heat rose within the cool room. Reynard expected the moans from Jenny as she succumbed to his advances. To him, it was music to his ears, she was singing to him as she cried out, fighting with the pleasure that was crashing down upon her.

What really delighted Reynard was that as Jenny continually bucked and arched upwards, her revealing lingerie had managed to ride down, albeit with a little help of his hands, exposing her taut abdomen heaving with every labored breath she took. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he began planting kisses lower and lower on her abdomen in between his oral attack on her breasts. He never once, left her breasts unattended, keeping them taut with his dancing fingers. Her hand remained glued to his head, slowly weaving into his hair for a more permanent grip, guiding his kisses, unknowingly pushing him lower and lower to her lurching hips.

Unexpectedly, Reynard stopped, and pulled away from his nearly naked partner, eying her hungrily as he shifted to the foot of the bed, out of reach of her guiding hands. Grabbing her foot, Reynard lifted her ankle from the bed and slowly removed her shoe, then the other. Slowly and methodically he kissed his way up each leg, settling between her parted legs as she made room for him. After a teasing long time, he reached up and tugged the mesh cover from her smooth frame, leaving her in just her satin panties and her sexy gloves.

Once again, uninvited, Reynard gantly laid himself upon Jenny, his hips between her thighs as his mouth once again found her erect, and rock hard nipples, trapping them in his mouth as her hands returned to his head.

 

[Kiele]

His slow, methodical pace was driving her mad, so foreign to her. Men in her experience rushed to the goal, giving her sensitive breasts only cursory attention on the way to their own satisfaction. Mr. Rieger in contrast, lingered and teased, drawing soft cries from her lips as she struggled to contain her own desire. Jenny's poor nipples were throbbing in his mouth, and her thighs were moving on their own as if eager for him to share in his attentiveness.

“Mr. Rieger, please!” she pleaded between gasps for air. “I can’t take this!” Her hands gripped his upper arms tightly, though she could hardly dent the bulges of muscle. In response, he began to move his head lower, soft kisses making her toned belly quiver. Somewhere down near her belly button, she realized where he was headed, and she felt a spasm inside her, the beginnings of an orgasm.

“Oh no!” Jenny murmured, her face burning in shame. She couldn’t cum like this, so soon, she’d die of shame. Suddenly, as if reading her mind, he stopped and pulled away from her. The departure of his hands and lips were a shock, and she made a soft protest of confusion. Jenny watched him anxiously as he shifted to the foot of the bed, reaching out to grab her foot. He began to remove her shoes, his touch on her ankles a sensuous caress.

Then the kisses returned, to her legs this time. He is incredible, she thought, biting her lip as her skin came alive under his gentle kisses. She shivered as she felt him moving up between her thighs. “Oh god!” she moaned, her thighs shaking under the sensual onslaught. She fought the rising tide inside her, determined not to shame herself, but he made it so difficult. She gasped when she felt her mesh cami pulled from her body, and she felt grateful for her silk panties. She wondered how he liked her near naked form . . .

Then he moved up again, settling between her thighs, his mouth moving to her breasts again. Not that, not again, she thought, biting her lip to stiffle a moan as his lips and tongue stoked the fire in her engorged peaks. Then suddenly she felt a warm hardness push against her thigh, only inches from the crippling fire of her pussy. “Mr. Rieger!” she gasped, both hands entwined in his hair.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Reynard luxuriated in the tiny tremblings that seemed to ripple through Jenny's body as he tended to her. The taste of her flesh lingered on his lips as he traced his lips along her legs and inner thighs. The inescapable cry that permeated from her lips made him smile, though she could not see his face. He had her on the edge of a cliff, a cliff, that she obviously didn't want to quite dive off as of yet.

If she wanted to delay it, he didn't mind. It only offered him more time to play. Reynard was a man who loved to play. He could play for hours on end, a seeming neverending source of stamina fueling his endeavors. In actuality, it was his many trips to the orient, that exposed him to some fantastic natural herbs, designed to increase his stamina, especially in the lovemaking arena.

Having settled between her luscious legs, his hips between her knees, he resumed the sensual attack on her pert breasts, beautiful orbs that captivated his attention. Licking, nibbling, kissing, sucking ... palming, kneading, pinching rolling, he played with her breasts as she writhed beneath him. The feel of her hips swaying, rolling beneath his weight, added to his excitement, the warmth of her pantied crotch against his abdomen. It was as if her sex was unconsciously seeking out his hardened member, offering an open door if he so desired.

Reynard let herhands weave into his hair once again, once more directing, urging him lower. But this time, he resisted, instead, moving up ... up to place his hot lips upon hers, kissing her neck along the way. When he had reached her lips, he silenced her as his pelvis settled within hers. The rock hard pole was pressed between their bodies, only her panties protecting her sex from him. He ground against her as their lips parted, she trying to gasp, he thrusting his tongue into the opening. Muffled moans now filled the air as Reynard rocked his hips in a slow rhythmic dance, a dance which mimicked the writhing of Jenny's own hips.

Back and forth, he began sawing his length along her sex, pressing her panties into her parting folds, the pressure causing her petals to yield to his insistence. He could feel the moisture seeping, the excitement building, the smell of arousal permeating the room.

If she didn't want to release any time soon, he'd sure drive her delirious with desire, fighting off the rising tides. They humped in practiced rhythm, learning the other's tempo and stride, the sexual tango having begun.

Then as sensually as it had begun, it all stopped. Reynard slid down from her lips, down to her neck, down to her breasts. This time, he did not linger there too long, instead, with her guiding hands, he moved lower and lower until he was at that juncture below her navel, and the line of her scented panties.

 

[Kiele]

Mr. Rieger’s lips left a trail of fire along her inner thighs. His patience was maddening, her body long past the point of readiness. Jenny thought of asking him to . . . make love to her - but it wasn’t her way, she was not accustomed to asking such things of men. He would surely come to it, without her suffering the embarrassment of asking for it?

A minute or two later, Jenny was not so sure. She was growing more frantic, squirming and twisting on the bed as he lavished the most delicious attention on her heaving breasts. She pushed her pantied crotch against him, her thighs spread wide to accept him, yet he seemed content to torment her.

“Mr. Rieger, make love to me, please!” she murmured, her hands moving from his broad back to his thick hair, holding on tightly, eagerly. The words had spilled out so easily she hardly noticed. Jenny moaned as she felt his muscled stomach, sliding against her, and she buried her face in his hair, breathing in his scent.

Suddenly he was sliding up, his lips on her neck. “Oh,” she murmured, his kisses melting her insides. Then his lips took hers, at the same time his heated length moved into the juncture of her thighs. Jenny gasped as he ground into her, the sound muted by his thrusting tongue. The matched sensations were immediately overwhelming, and she arched her back against him, delicious contractions erupting inside her. The rhythm of his hips made her buck against him, and she moaned into his mouth, her arms enveloped his shoulders and neck tightly as she struggled to endure the building wave of pleasure.

She felt so wet, so hot down there, as he mercilessly pressed his cock against her poor thin panties. Her legs wrapped tightly around his firm ass, pressing him into her. She shook her head in soft protest of her impending orgasm, and then she could no longer kiss him, her mouth falling open in breathless gasps, her body tightening uncontrollably.

Then he changed suddenly, moving down her body again. No! Jenny shook her head in confusion, her hands in his hair, trying to keep up in place. It was maddening! She arched her back, her breasts pressing into his kisses, but he continued lower, to her abdomen. “Mr. Rieger,” she gasped, a wordless question. His lips moved lower, now at her panties. “What are you doing?” she asked, nervously, her body trembling in anticipation. It didn’t feel right, to have a man’s head down there – it felt foreign, yet so terribly erotic. Jenny tried to close her widespread thighs, but she couldn’t, and she felt swollen and wet down there – a puddle of desire. Her face felt hot with embarrassment, and she shook her head nervously, “No, please, Mr. Rieger, come back up, please!”

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Reynard delighted in the musky scent assailing his nostrils as he inhaled her arousal. The aphrodisiac triggered the pleasure neurons, setting off a chain reaction of synaptic connections, each one creating a tiny burst of white light. Within seconds, Reynard felt as if he were a celebrity on a runway, a thousand cameras going off as he walked the red carpet.

But it was her grip on his head, and her seeming urgent plea that told him, any further progress would be met with resistance. She had tightened her grip, keeping him in a holding pattern, above the runway of her slit. She had said 'no', pleading with him to crawl atop her again, and pick up where he'd left off. She'd even pled with him to make love to her. He had no intention of doing either!

Ever so casually, he continued placing kisses between her navel and increasingly damp panties. His hands, which had been resting on her parted thighs moved up, towards her breasts, strangely bypassing them, and glided to her shoulders. Without the benefit of his eyes, his hands traced her slender arms, down to her elbows, and down to her wrists. With relative ease, his soothing fingers eased her grip on his head, getting her to release him altogether, in exchange for the grip of his hands as their fingers interlaced amongst each other.

Reynard methodically moved her hands to her side, pinning them to the mattress as he tightened his grip and locked his arms. Already wedged between her legs, all Jenny had left to stop him were her words. Though she tried to protest, her pleas fell upon deaf ears. He slid even lower, tightening his grip on her hands, not allowing her to fight him.

His lips on the hem of her panties, chin resting on the intense moisture, he traced kisses along the line from hip bone to hip bone. Occasionaly his tongue would snake out and test the elasticity of the band, wedging beneath it as he traversed her pelvis. He then moved once again, even lower yet, his eyes peeking up to see Jenny's head flailing from side to side, her wildly tossed hair, trembling lips as her mumbling protests grew weaker.

Keeping a firm grip on her hands, he kept them at her side, pinned to the mattress as he pursed his lips and pressed them to the soaking pantied crotch. A marked indentation showed where her swollen lips had seemingly begun to swallow her panties, his tongue laving along that line, adding his own moisture to the outside. The intoxicating smell assaulted his flaring nostrils as he began taking what he wanted!

Driving his tongue under the leg band, he caught the material in his mouth and pulled it to the side, exposing her sex to him in all its glorious, shining, wet, exhilirating glory.

 

[Kiele]

Jenny’s tense body eased ever so slightly when Mr. Rieger’s teasing lips stopped moving downwards. His hands were moving up her body, causing tingles wherever they touched, guided only by touch rather than sight. She tilted her head forward to watch in fascination as his hands wandered past the swollen peaks of her breasts, and came to her shoulders, then glided downwards along her arms. Then his hands were at hers, and he gently removed her fingers that were entwined in his thick salt and pepper hair. Jenny still wasn’t sure what he was doing, as his larger fingers entwined in hers, and moved her hands away from his head, down to her side.

Then she felt his grip tighten on her fingers, and she suddenly realized her hands were trapped at her sides. Jenny instinctively tried to pull her hands away, and found his grip was like iron. Her thighs were also pinned under his arm pits, spread wide to the bed. “Mr. Rieger!” she protested anxiously, beginning to squirm as her helplessness became apparent, heightening the sensitivity in her flesh. In four years with her boyfriend, her body had never felt like this . . . the intensity of it was riveting, even frightening.

“Oh no!” she gasped, feeling his lips moving again, slipping down to the top of her panties. He tongue was delving underneath the top of her panties, feeling warm and wet on her sensitive belly. The curve of Jenny’s abdomen was trembling, retracting with a jerk at each kiss, feeling more sensitive than she’d ever experienced. Then his head was moving lower, and Jenny whimpered when his chin pressed against her heated wetness. She had a sudden worry about his chin, wet with her juices, an urge to wipe it for him. Then those thoughts were dashed when his lips touched her, through the soaked barrier of her panties. Jenny cried out, arching her back as her arms struggled against in his powerful grip.

“No, please!” she choked, her head thrashing left and right as she felt his soft tongue slipping into the crevice of her inner thigh. Then a rush of cool air as he exposed her pussy, and she moaned helplessly. “Please . . . d-don’t,” she gasped, her thighs straining under his arms, trying to close and hide her shameful state of arousal from him. “I’ve never . . . Mr. Rieger, I’m . . . so wet . . . n-no one’s ever . . . ”

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Reynard tightened his grip as Jenny's protests seemed to grow. He steadied her thrashings as she began twisting, undulating beneath him. Pinning her thighs beneath his forearms, he parted her legs wider, giving him an unobstructed access to her most private parts, to her soaking wet core.

Despite her struggles, he drowned out her cries with appreciative moans and coos of pleasure as his lips pressed against the glistening petals. He was lust hungry, and there was nothing Jenny was going to do or say at this moment to deny him what he was so near to having. It was as if he were dying of thirst in the middle of the desert, and her pussy was the fertile oasis.

Reynard's tongue slipped out from between his lips as it traveled along her wet slit, gathering up the drops of honeyed nectar that gathered along the line. He pressed his tongue firmly between the petals, parting the folds of her labia, working towards the tip of her cleft. The tip of his tongue caught on the hooded flap of flesh, teasing the pebble that rolled around beneath it.

Reynard felt Jenny jump and twitch, convulse as he tended to her clit. He was unrelenting in his dawdling, diddling tongue lashing over and around her hyper-sensitive core. He continued until Jenny's clit popped free, swollen and red from the unending attention. He trapped it between his lips, pinching it off the base, and lashed his oral muscle over it, flicking at it like a snake.

Reynard was not about to stop until Jenny was in the middle of a series of body wracking, earth shattering, quaking, mind numbing, orgasms. He could feel her legs tighten, trying to squeeze his head, trapping his ears between her thighs as his tongue moved between and into her dam, poking a hole in it, getting her rivers to flow more freely.

His moans and coos of appreciation continued to drown out any sounds from Jenny, his lips reverberating, pressed against her, sending ripples through her. Reynard knew she'd be erupting shortly, and was preparing for the onslaught as she struggled to getaway, his strength too much, as she gave up the fight and finally succumbed to the pleasure.