LA 2070 (Closed for SongstressWithAPen)

[BewareTheDream]

Thinking or moving weren’t possible in the moments following their shared release. Kameron could only sit there as a human puddle, gasping and occasionally shuddering due to aftershocks of sexual bliss.

Mia was the first one to regain her senses and ability to move, spurred by one of his moans. He moaned again, this time to convey a feeling of loss, when she struggled to her feet and popped his drained dick out of her. They complained in unison about having to separate and get on with their respective days; alas, they couldn’t fuck forever.

When his meat flopped out of her, their mixed juices oozed onto the tiles and got washed down the drain. Well, there’s no better place to make a mess than a shower! He continued to sit there while Mia tapped on the screen of her entertainment system.

“Why do you even have that thing?” he croaked. There was laughter in his deep voice. “Do you have other shower-time videos? If you do, I’d like to see them.” He did not explicitly say that he’d like to see footage of her with someone other than him, but that’s what he meant. “But first thing’s first, please email me our video.”

Moments later, Mia stood in front of him, offering him help to get up. He took her hand, got to his feet, and then yanked her against him and into the circle of his arms. “Mr. Real Estate wants another kiss!” he declared. He was too exhausted to do any more loving, but he wasn’t too exhausted to make out with her, so that’s what they did. While their lips and tongues soothed, he fondled her ass, stroked her spine, and played with her soaked hair.

After they stole each other’s breaths for a gentle while, the two of them used her shower to actually shower. Outside the bathroom, on top of her cabinet, Kameron’s phone periodically buzzed and vibrated with more urgent messages; even though he didn’t see it, he knew that’s what was happening. But he continued to ignore it, because he wasn’t going to pass up the chance to bathe with the hottest woman he’d ever seen, let alone been with intimately.

Kameron smiled and hummed with pleasure as Mia washed his upper body. He raised his brawny arms and turned this way or that way to make things easier for her. And when she caressed or scrubbed certain parts of him—especially his glistening pecs, biceps, core, or ass—he flexed them, making them tighten and bulge in order to delight her hands and her eyes.

When he faced away from her so she could scrub his broad back, he flexed his back muscles, thus treating her to the same show in the back that she got up front. While checking him out at this angle, Mia could see how the tribal tattoo that decorated his right arm and pec also wrapped over his shoulder and continued down his back. The series of dark wave- or blade-like images and other interlocking symbols covered the upper right portion of his back, stopping at the same height they stopped in front. She had likely seen the entirety of his tattoo before, but this was her best, longest view of it.

She could also get a good look at the thin scar that reached diagonally from the bottom of his left shoulder blade down to his lower right back, stopping like an inch above his buttock. It was as clean and as straight as a scar could look. During their loving, while her hands roamed his back, she likely touched that scar on multiple occasions, but now she could finally see it. Droplets of water and tiny soap bubbles danced along both his scar and his tattooed skin.

Kameron bathed her, too, of course. And when he did, he dedicated a lot of attention to Mia’s boobs and buttocks, which shouldn’t have been much of a surprise. Those were the parts that got lathered up the most by his strong, playful hands. There was a silly grin on his face the entire time he scrubbed them (in truth, he fondled and played with them more than he scrubbed). While standing in front of her, he applied a thick lather to her boobs and then made them jiggle by tapping on their lower slopes, or by pinching her soap-concealed nipples and shaking her boobs from there. Later, when he was behind her, he jiggled her butt cheeks. His eyes were locked onto whatever part of her jiggled. Really, his eyes feasted on every part of her they could.

“Heh heh heh…” he chuckled as he spent too much time washing her ass cheeks. Unless she slapped his hands away, he’d continue to play with both her butt and her boobs, until she distracted him by scrubbing his cock.

“Ughhh…” His head tipped back, his hands dropped from her body, and his grin became a different kind of silly as she tugged on his meat with soapy fingers. When Mia soaped up and caressed the other parts of his body—especially his pecs, biceps, or core—he flexed them to delight her eyes and her fingers. But when he tried to flex his cock, it didn’t really do anything except tell him to fuck off because it was too tired.

My guy’s had way too much fun today. Better not push it.

At that moment, Mia said that she couldn’t wait to do this again. “Tonight can’t get here soon enough,” he said, and kissed her. She was more than welcome to keep tugging on his rod while they made out.

Like their fucking, their shower continued for much longer than Kameron had originally intended. He couldn’t help it. On multiple occasions, he told himself to hurry up, but then Mia would do something like rinse her hair under the triple-nozzle spray, or raise her arms, which lifted up her perky, heavy bosom. Whenever she did anything like that, he had to stare, had to grab her, or had to make out with her some more.

Eventually, though, they did get squeaky clean. The water was shut off, at last, and they exited. Their playfulness was kept to a minimum as they toweled off, in spite of all the naked parts that jiggled, flexed, flopped around, or generally enticed.

Kameron walked around her condo collecting his clothes. “Even though I’m leaving a lot later than expected, let’s still meet at 9:00 tonight,” he said as he began to get dressed in her bedroom. “One way or another, I’ll be done on time.”

They shared a deep, passionate kiss at her doorway before he left. He really couldn’t get enough of her. It took all of his willpower to leave her place, get into his hovercar, and take to the sky. But even in the sky, he couldn’t shake her from his mind.

“Computer,” he blurted out when the hovercar was already a couple miles away from Mia’s condo. “Turn around. Go back to the building we just left.”

“Very well, sir,” replied the computer, its tone pleasant and its voice sounding like a British female’s. The car slowed to a safe turning speed before it performed a U-turn in the air. “Shall I land on the roof pad again?”

“No, we won’t be landing. Approach the building from the southeast, then slow down. I’ll give further instruction when it’s in view.”

“Understood.”

Mere minutes later, the hovercar approached Mia’s building from the southeast, and the computer throttled down as instructed. Looking out the window, Kameron spotted Mia at her terrace, leaning on the rail and staring at the ocean. Great god damn, she’s beautiful! And it’s a good thing she’s already outside; I won’t have to honk at her.

“Computer: See that pretty lady on the terrace? Hover in front of her terrace at minimum safe distance.”

“Warning: Such a maneuver is an infraction of Malibu city safe flying regulations,” the computer stated. “It carries a penalty of between 7,500 and 10,000 credits. Repeat offenses could lead to increased fines, community service, and even jail time.”

“I got it, Computer. Switch to the dummy plates, then do as I asked.”

“Very well.” The hovercar did as its owner commanded. The front and back license plates flipped over, revealing a different set of plates. The vehicle then descended, nice and easy, until it was directly in front of Mia’s terrace. At this distance, she was not blasted by the force of the thrusters—her hair and robe were barely lifted, in fact—nor could she feel their heat, but she could definitely hear them and smell their exhaust. Surprisingly, the vehicle’s noise died down to an almost gentle hum as it bobbed, softly, in the air.

Kameron rolled down his window, poked his head and maybe half of his torso out of the car, and grinned at her. “Hey, lady!” he had to yell at this distance. “You’d better be ready at 9! And wear something that shows off a lot of...well...everything!” He winked at her before sliding back into the vehicle and telling the computer, “All right, now we can head to the office. I promise.” That promise was more for him than the car.

He was all but certain that the brief stunt he pulled was already reported by an angry neighbor, but he didn’t care. What he cared about at that moment was getting one last look at Mia’s gorgeous face, her bright smile, and to maybe see some surprise from her before he finally went to the office. A goofy grin was plastered on his face throughout the entire flight, which was not interrupted this time.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~While she was still at the back wall fiddling with the entertainment system, Kameron asked why she had it. Shrugging her shoulders while she saved the video, she answered with laughter in her voice.

"I have no idea. When I bought the place, the agent told me the entire condo was wired. Each room has a camera, and a small tablet that can access all the same apps that are in here. It's actually really handy because the pole I had installed faces one of the cameras. I record myself when I practice routines for Misty's. That way, I can watch my entire act to see what I need to work on."

Mia turned her head and smiled slyly at him when he asked if she had any other shower-time videos. "You're the first guest I have had in my shower, though this isn't the first video I have made in here." That much was obvious since she sent him a video yesterday. But the sparkle in her eye hinted that she may have made one or two other...interesting videos of just herself. "That's not to say that I may or may not have a couple of other videos that were made elsewhere in my place..."

Mia didn't invite many men back to her place. Since she had moved here 8 years ago, a total of 4 men had been inside, including Kam. And one of the other 3 had been her brother, James. Other than her brother, Kam was the only man who spent the night. The other two unnamed men had definitely been caught on video the one or two times they had been over. She didn't give him any more information than that as she fiddled with the system. Once their video was sent via email to Kam, she turned and slowly walked back to him.

Up on his feet, he yanked Mia into another kiss that she melted into. She was laughing when their lips met because he had used the nick-name she had adopted for him. She guessed he liked it. After kissing her breathless, she began to wash him. Chocolate eyes rarely left the solid, brawny body that flexed with every swipe of a soapy finger. It would take a little more time to memorize all the scars, planes, ridges, and ripples of his body, but she still committed what she could to memory.

Kameron's wide back was fairly new territory, especially for her eyes. Yes, she had felt parts of the scar that ran down his back while they fucked, but hadn't realized how long it was until she saw it. Curiosity had the wheels in her head spinning on what could have possibly happened to cause yet another scar, but Mia kept her mouth shut. It was Kameron's story, and if he ever wanted to share, he would. Instead, she focused on the muscles flexing in his back and the beautiful and sexy tattoo that wrapped around.

Kameron was soon ready for his turn, and began to wash her. She was not surprised that his focus was on her breasts or her ass. A grin played upon her kiss-swollen lips the entire time he fondled/washed her breasts. Even though her body was sated, his fingers still coaxed sweet, soft moans from her lips. Especially when he tweaked her slick, erect nipples. Sweet sensation flowed from those sensitive peaks all the way through her entire body. He had such big, amazing, talented hands. And she loved every second that he used them upon her. Would never think of slapping them away from her body. But she would ask in jest, "I can't tell. Are you a boob man, or ass man, Kameron?"

Back to Kam, his cock, and how yummy he looked when he tilted his head back, that silly grin on his face as she washed him down below. Her heart fluttered when he kissed her and told her tonight couldn't come soon enough. Damn, had her heart ever fluttered before? As they continued to make out, she continued stroking his penis. Flaccid, she could actually wrap her hand all the way around, though barely. Despite knowing that he wouldn't get erect again, she continued until their kiss, and their shower ended.

Drying off was less eventful than their shower. Mia wrapped her own towel around herself after drying her hair of the constant droplets that fell from the ends. Kam dressed in her room after collecting his clothing from around her condo. It was too bad he had to cover up all that delicious skin, but damn, she forgot how good he looked in clothes. "I will be ready by 9:00, sharp. And I promise I will look hot."

She walked him to her front door, still wrapped in her towel. Her hair was wet, she was barefoot, and had no makeup on. Kameron was one of the only people who had the pleasure of seeing the real her. The woman before him and the woman he got last night was no act. She wasn't putting on a show. When he kissed her one last time, he felt the same hunger and longing in her kiss than he had last night. Mia was not an open book, but when they kissed, he could feel every emotion she put into it. He would also see her eyes soften when she looked back up at him before he turned to go. "See you tonight."

The door clicked shut and Mia leaned against her side of it for many, long minutes. Last night and this morning had been some of the best moments she spent with a man in her life. Kam was not only the hottest guy she had ever been with, he seemed to have the same penchant as her in the bedroom. She laughed at that last thought. The bedroom was the only place they hadn't had sex last night.

He was smart, funny, interesting, and successful. And he made her giddy. Giddy. Mia had never felt giddy before. After several minutes of daydreaming, she finally floated towards her kitchen to make coffee. Usually, Mia ran in the morning before coffee, but she figured since she had spent most of the night and some of the morning fucking, she had gotten plenty of excersise.

Cup of coffee in hand, she drifted to her room to hang her towel and wrap up in a more modest robe than she had worn last night. It was made of a warmer material than the barely-there robe she wore with Kameron. It was also longer, hitting her at her knees. Pulling her wet hair up into a messy bun, she stepped out onto her terrace, and leaned against the rail, eyes on the beach, and the handful of people that walked their dogs, etc. After several minutes of breathing in the sea air, she heard the familiar roar of thrusters from a hovercar. That couldn't be right, it was illegal to fly close to residential buildings.

Low and behold, a hovercar descended closer and closer to her building and, holy crap, her terrace. What the hell? A look of bewilderment came over her face as it neared. Mia could, indeed, smell the exhaust, but was quite surprised that the noise died down. A window lowered, and almost immediately, her face changed from bewilderment to recognition. Mia's mouth dropped open in dazed amusement that Kameron had the balls to risk possible punishment for breaking the law just to see her again. It was actually really flattering.

As he leaned out of his window, he would see her laugh at the absurdity of the moment. The look on her face displayed that she was quite entertained. Mia set her mug on the wide edge of the rail, placed her hands flat on top, and leaned forward to hear him better as he yelled out. Her head fell back as she laughed at what he said. It was unlikely he heard the husky sound, but it was quite apparent what she was doing.

When their eyes met, hers were sparkling. "I won't let you down, Mr. Real Estate," she yelled back at him before she placed a kiss against her fingers and sent it his way with a cute little wave. His wink made her weak in the knees. Mia watched as his window closed and his hovercar took off, shaking her head. She couldn't believe he had done something so audacious. It was actually really romantic, if one considered breaking Malibu city regulations the sort of thing to be romantic. It was especially thrilling and exciting for Mia to know that he would break the rules for her. She did enjoy that sort of thing. For several more long minutes after he left the second time, Mia stood, daydreaming.

Slowly, the realization that she was falling way too fast for Kam sank in. It hit her like a ton of bricks, so much so that she had to step away from the wall to sit down. Suddenly, all of the personal stuff she had revealed to him while lost in her sexual haze last night came crashing through her. Shit, what had she been thinking? There was a reason she didn't get close to people. One, they rarely ever had her back, ended up betraying her in some way. Two, there was always the possibility they found out about her past. If it got out that Mia was, in fact, the long, lost Amelia Caputo, the media would be all over it. All over her.

Once they found out she was a stripper, she would yet again be the biggest disappointment and embarrassment to the Caputo name. Not to mention a slut who takes her clothes off for money. Well, she had been called worse by her own father, so she never really put stock in what other people thought of her. However, she would be relentlessly hounded and harassed by paparazzi -anyone really - until she had to leave the haven of this beautiful little life she had carved out for herself, to start all over again.

"Get ahold of yourself, Mia, Jesus!" She was being really overdramatic. There was no way Kameron had or would find out her secret. It was well hidden. Mia had confided in Misty around a year after she started dancing for her. But that secret died with Misty. James, her brother, knew where she was and what she did, but they were incredibly careful, and talked only once a week from a cheap burn-phone James had bought. The only number he called on it was Mia's.

Unless whatever this was with Kam continued and became more serious, he wouldn't find out anything more than what she wanted him to know. And if it became more serious, if she began to feel more for him than she should, she would just have to end it. That thought already made her feel sick. Already, she knew that what she had experienced with Kameron was once-in-a-lifetime. That thought terrified her. She had never been the girl to seek love and forever. Especially since she couldn't even get her own family to accept and love her. How could a complete stranger?

Enough! Enough of the self-loathing and scare tactics. Kameron wouldn't ever find out who she was. What they were doing now was having some fun, having great sex, and spending a little more time together. Nothing more. Nothing less. They were going to have an intimate dinner together and hopefully get each other off. Yes, he was smokin', yes he made her heart pound, yes he made her so incredibly wet. Sex, fun, laughs, and that was it!

With a newfound determination to not fall for Kam, she went about the rest of her day. She was so good, she didn't communicate with him at all before their scheduled date. He also had to work; his phone had been blowing up all morning while they touched, and kissed, and writhed, and fucked in the shower. Shit. Now she was hot and bothered.

No matter. She would be good. She wouldn't think about his incredible hands, or his soft lips, or his magic tongue. No, she wouldn't recall his fucking sexy half-torso tattoo or all those delightful muscles and how they flexed when she touched him. How he took her breath away when he smiled or laughed. How adorable he looked with half of his body leaning out of his hovercar to talk to her one more time. She wouldn't daydream about that thick mass of meat between his legs that had her screaming more times than she could count. And she definitely wouldn't be hot, bothered, and completely soaked when he showed up at her door tonight. Mia was totally screwed.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Back in the shower, Mia had explained that she not only had a camera in there, she had cameras all over her condo that were there before she bought the place. What Kameron said in response was, “That’s weird.” But what he thought was, I’ve got cameras all over my penthouse, too, and it’s specifically for sex vids. But even I don’t have a camera in my shower.

I’ve got to get one.

Mia also asked him if he was a boob or an ass man. “I’m a ‘Mia’s body’ man, now,” was his playful reply. Though it was corny, he meant it, and to show her how much of a Mia’s body man he had become over the course of a single, rapturous night, he gleefully made out with her and ran his hands all over her throughout the remainder of their shower. His hands ran over her almost as thoroughly as the water did.

Those memories, as well as other memories of things they did together in her bathroom or elsewhere in her condo played in Kameron’s mind like a clip show. It wasn’t only the sex that he kept playing on repeat, either; he replayed their conversation over Thai delivery, the sound of Mia’s laugh, the light in her eyes when she smiled. He even thought of how her shoulders shook when she laughed on her terrace because of his hover-by. He was falling for her, fast and deep, and at the moment he was too high to worry about what that could mean.

His dreamy state was interrupted by the buzzing and vibrating of his smartphone in his pocket. It sounded angry. He guessed who it was before he took a look, and his guess was confirmed a second later: it was a text from Mariana. “What the fuck, boss?!” was all it said, and there was a frustrated, red-faced emoji next to the words.

Kameron’s thumbs tip-tapped on the touchscreen. “Flying over now. ETA 12 minutes,” he wrote after glancing at the car’s screen that displayed a map of Los Angeles County, a little icon representing where on the map the car was, and the ETA written on the bottom. Frowning, he remembered that he had other messages and emails to answer—a whole pile of them, in fact—so he spent the rest of the flight answering some of those, trying to whittle away at the pile.

It was easy for Kameron to get immersed in his work, for work was one of his greatest passions. Even something as mundane as answering emails was important to him. Many minutes flew by with his eyes locked on his smartphone and his thumbs racing on its keypad. He finally looked up when the hovercar slowed, because it meant they were about to enter Downtown, where flight speeds were limited to 30 MPH. Although all flying vehicles were autonomous, and autonomous vehicles almost never got into accidents, flight speeds were required to be so low out of an abundance of safety.

Kameron tucked his smartphone into one of his pants pockets and gazed out a window. Numerous other hovercars flew beside, above, and below his, all of them converged in a skyway that flowed between the megabuildings of Downtown LA like a river through a canyon. Here and there, individual vehicles peeled away from or entered the skyway via “off ramps'' and “on ramps'' marked by floating lights. Far below, an even thicker flow of autonomous ground vehicles covered the city streets. Kameron had watched footage of what LA traffic was like at the turn of the millennium, before self-driving cars and long before flying ones. Back then, these streets were so congested during “rush hour” that they basically turned into parking lots. But today, though, traffic in LA or any other megacity was in constant motion on the ground and in the air.

I probably would’ve shot myself in the face if I lived in 2000. What a buncha monkeys they were. Kameron chuckled at the absurdity of history while his hovercar banked away from the skyway and soared toward Yozora Plaza, where his office was located.

Tall, sleek, and as black as obsidian, Yozora Plaza was a skyscraper surrounded by much taller and fatter megabuildings. Although it was dwarfed by the buildings around it, it exuded importance that the others did not—an importance that could not be conveyed by enormity alone. It also looked downright creepy from certain angles, especially at night. Kameron appreciated its creepiness; it reminded him of a haunted house or cursed castle from one of those old timey horror movies, except the ghosts and ghouls that stalked these corridors wore suits instead of rags and chains, and they killed their victims with loads of money rather than fangs and claws.

Many of the Night Sky criminal organization’s top earners ran legitimate businesses from the offices of Yozora Plaza. In his late 30’s, Kameron was the youngest among them.

As smooth and easy as a Sunday morning, his hovercar flew to the top of the plaza and alighted on one of the landing pads there. Mariana was standing in front of the elevators, watching him exit his vehicle. Willowy and severe, she was dressed in a smart, burgundy pants suit, and she had on dark brown, almost black-rimmed glasses that matched the color of her short hair. The round lenses complemented the shape of her face. Kameron knew that she had 20/20 vision—poor eyesight was a problem for only the poorest of the poor in this day and age—so the glasses must have been purely cosmetic, or the lenses were smart screens. As usual, Mariana looked like she ran the place. She also looked mad, which wasn’t as usual. Kameron couldn’t help but snicker when he saw her glowering at him.

“I can’t believe you’re so late,” she said before following him into one of the elevators.

“Did I ever tell you that I never get tired of you scolding me, Mariana,” he said with a smile. “You know, sometimes I almost forget that I’m your boss.” He pressed the button for the 70th floor, and the elevator doors swished closed a second later.

“It’s just that this isn’t like you. You went nearly the entire morning without answering a single text, call, or email. And we got attacked! One of our warehouses almost burned down, and two of our people are in the hospital!”

His smile faded. He didn’t realize how bad the situation was until he read his messages more carefully during the flight over here. For obvious reasons, he was distracted in Mia’s place. “Yeah, I read your email. And yes, this is serious shit. But I’m here now. Besides, you’re more than capable of handling emergencies like this without me, and you know it. You proved it again last night. That’s why I shower you in credits.”

“You’ll need to pay me more if you’re going to keep ignoring my messages and leaving me in charge of these kinds of emergencies.”

Kameron guffawed. “I’m a little late, this once. And your salary is beyond generous. If I paid you any more, you’d be making more than I do.”

“Psh.” Mariana straightened her glasses. “I’m not the one who’s about to buy a space station.”

His smile returned, not only because it was true that a space station was finally within his financial reach, but also because he could tell Mariana’s temper was cooling. She could never stay mad at him for long, even when he deserved it, like now. In this case, she stopped being mad at him before the end of a short elevator ride.

The doors swished open and the two of them stepped through. The hallway they entered had dark marble walls and floors that had been polished to a mirror-like sheen by cleaning robots. Speaking of robots, a handful of security androids were stationed along the hall, each one holding a rifle. It was said that Yozora Plaza was about as secure as the White House, and its army of security androids was a big reason why.

The wide, glass doors of the Pristine Properties office had cameras hidden in the ceiling above it; those cameras identified Kameron and Mariana as they approached, and then signaled the doors to open, allowing them to enter without breaking their strides. In contrast to the dark colors of the hallway, the interior of the Pristine Properties office was awash in whites, light blues, greens, and warm colors that evoked thoughts of tropical isles—that was Kameron’s intention when he requested the color scheme, anyway. The front desk was wide, wood, and painted white, and behind it was a wall that displayed the company logo in gold.

The receptionist smiled and waved at them. “Good morning, Mr. Alualua. Hello again, Mrs. Aguas.” he said, cheerfully.

“Hey, Gary. Looking sharp as always.” Kameron flashed a smile at him and gave him a finger gun, which caused Gary to giggle like a school boy. “Any messages?”

“Yes, sir, many. I’ve given them all to Mrs. Aguas.”

“Good. We’re going to my office, so don’t let any calls through unless they’re red alerts, cool?”

“Yes, sir.”

Kameron rapped his knuckles on the front desk a couple of times in a gesture of satisfaction. “Thanks, Gary.” Then he and Mariana continued to his office.

Julija was inside his office already, scrolling through a document on her tablet. When Kameron and Mariana entered, she looked up and said, “Hey, boss. Mariana.”

Mariana sort of mumbled a greeting in return and stood beside the door, which shut on its own.

“Hey, J.” Kameron shrugged off his sports jacket, hung it on the back of his tall-backed, leather upholstered chair, and had a seat. That’s when he noticed Julija’s hair color for the day was silver. The sides of her head were shaved, which wasn’t the case when he saw her yesterday, and the longer hair on top was woven into an intricate pattern. Her new look made him think of an action movie he recently saw, because the main character was a viking whose hairdo was vaguely similar. I bet Julija would’ve been a successful viking. Probably would’ve commanded her own longship and raided with the best of them. Here and now, though, he didn’t pay her to raid anything. Instead, he paid her a lot to keep his ass safe.

Julija smirked at him. “Had fun last night?”

“You already know the answer to that,” he replied without skipping a beat. “Who did you have watching the building?”

“Tsucalas and Moose.”

Kameron liked those two. They were reliable and discreet. Of course, everyone who Julija hired for Kameron’s security detail had to be reliable and discreet at a bare minimum. “Did they find anything off?”

Julija shook her head. “Nope. No one followed you to or from the building. No one was hanging around who shouldn’t have been. Place was clear.”

“It was safe enough for you to spend too much time there,” Mariana added with a smirk of her own.

“That’s enough of that.” Kameron didn’t often yell at his people, and the loss of his smile was usually enough to let those who’d been with him the longest—like Mariana and Julija—know he was getting pissed off. The smile had just disappeared from his face, so the two women wiped the smirks from theirs.

“Okay, show me the footage from last night’s attack,” he said before he pressed a couple buttons on his desk that shut all the windows’ blinds and dimmed the lights.

“You got it.” Julija tapped on her tablet’s touch screen and then made a flinging motion above it. A large holographic image ignited above Kameron’s desk, projected by lenses hidden in the desk and around the room. The image was of a video on pause, so Julija unpaused it.

The video was recorded by a flying security drone. It began with a bird’s eye view of a hover truck parked at one of multiple loading bays of a warehouse. One person in a warehouse uniform was “supervising” a trio of robots as they unloaded pallets topped by stacks of containers and hauled them into the warehouse. There were two security guards nearby, watching the robots work. According to the time stamp on the bottom corner of the video, this was recorded shortly after 1:00am that morning.

Suddenly, the supervisor was struck in the back by a bolt of energy that was fired from off-camera. He convulsed for a few seconds before dropping to the ground. The security guards were in the process of drawing their weapons when they, too, were hit by energy that first sent them into spasms, then to the ground. Four figures clad from head to toe in black entered the frame, moving in a tight, well-practiced formation, each one holding either a rifle or a pistol. Three of them fired energy bolts at the warehouse robots, dropping them and causing them to spill the containers they were carrying all over the ground. Those three hustled through the open garage door into the warehouse, while one remained outside and looked up, directly at the camera. The ninja-like figure raised their weapon and fired a few shots in rapid succession, then the video abruptly cut off.

Kameron could tell that the fourth shooter used a ballistic weapon rather than an energy weapon because the muzzle flare made it obvious, and because hand-held energy weapons were short-range. “Shot a drone right out of the sky in the middle of the night. Real pro.” He glanced at Julija. “You could do that with a single shot, right?”

“Sure,” she stated, matter-of-factly.

Kameron would have normally smiled at his head of security’s cockiness, but he didn’t smile now, because he was pissed at himself for being so behind the curve this morning. “Who else got hurt besides the three on the vid?”

“Most of the warehouse security got zapped,” Julija said. “One got knocked out the old fashioned way. One escaped and called in for backup. The attackers left right after, but they started a fire on their way out.”

“How are our guards?” Kameron asked.

“They’re fine and recovering in the infirmary downstairs,” Julija answered. “Lucky they were shot with shock bolts. Really weird, you know.”

“Yeah.” Kameron leaned back in his chair, considering the implications as he ran his fingers up and down a bearded cheek.

“What’s weird?” Mariana asked.

“Shock bolters are way more expensive than regular guns,” Julija said. “Most people with the balls to assault a Night Sky facility would also have the balls to kill whoever’s in their way. These people were equipped specifically to avoid killing anyone.”

“What’s the damage situation in the warehouse?” Kameron asked.

Mariana answered without needing to consult her smartphone. “They burned down a lot of the merch: an estimated 10.25 million credits worth of ‘the real goods’, and 2 million of the cover goods. Our firefighters arrived quickly and were able to save the rest of the merch, as well as the warehouse. Structural damage was minimal. The merch that was saved is valued at a little over 10 mil. Fifty percent product loss in a single location and fewer than a dozen people with minor injuries isn’t terrible, all things considered.”

There was a few seconds of silence before Kameron began to think out loud. “So these ninja-looking fucks shocked our people instead of killing them. They have the resources to afford multiple shock bolters, but not enough for phosphorus or something else that would’ve burned down all our product, not just half?” Swiveling in his chair in an almost childlike manner, he went from thinking out loud to thinking silently.

“Do you think Hayabusa’s behind this?” Mariana asked. “Or someone else within the syndicate who wants to take you down a peg?”

Kameron was staring at the ceiling when he answered. “It’s possible, but highly unlikely, I think. That ancient asshole is stupid, but not that stupid. He knows everybody knows he and I have beef, so he wouldn’t risk something this obvious. Besides, I think he’s happy with that deal I cut him...as happy as his wrinkly ass can get, anyway.

“No, I don’t think this was him.” The answer exploded in his mind like a flashbang, and he looked Julija in the eye. “Have your people scan the warehouse for bugs. The attack may have been a distraction—the ninjas’ real goal could’ve been to plant bugs.”

“You got it.” In an instant, Julija was on her feet and using her smartwatch to initiate a call. She headed for the door.

Mariana side-stepped out of the security chief’s way. “What makes you think this was a distraction?” she asked.

“If they only wanted to destroy our product, they would’ve blown the whole place up or burned it all to the ground, and they wouldn’t have cared about killing anyone. Instead, they incapacitated our guards, probably to make us thank our lucky stars, and they only burned some of the goods without really damaging the warehouse. They wanted to leave everything intact, and the only explanation I can think of, right now, is they planted bugs.

“Whoever did this wants to track our goods, not destroy them.”

Mariana appeared convinced. “Well, Julija’s team will either prove or disprove your theory within the hour, I suspect. In the meantime, we have other, less urgent matters to go over.”

Kameron opened the window blinds and turned the lights back on. Outside his office, hover vehicles sped through the air, and megabuildings loomed over everything. He mentally prepared himself for a long day.

*****

By that night, Kameron was wiped out. Starting the day with an intense shower workout with Mia, and following up with many hours of uninterrupted work was a recipe for exhaustion. Crusty-eyed and sluggish, he looked away from his computer screens, swiveled in his chair, and gazed out the window. He was so engrossed in his work, he barely noticed it had gotten dark out.

Earlier, a scan performed by Julija’s team confirmed Kameron’s suspicions: the warehouse had been rigged with a handful of tiny cameras. He had told Julija to leave them alone for now while he decided how to use the cameras to identify whoever was responsible for last night’s attack. He had some ideas, but they each had only a small chance of working. In the meantime, the mystery attackers would only capture footage of the warehouse being cleaned and repaired, so at the moment there wasn’t a rush.

However, there was a reason to rush on something else.

A jolt of memory and panic sped up his pulse, and he whipped his gaze back to a screen to check the time. It was 8:17pm. Oh shit! It’s almost time! I’ve got to get ready!

He picked up his smartphone from the slot that not only charged it, but also synced it to his office computer. All of his data was shared between his computer and his phone. He checked for any messages from Mia—there were none. The disappointment he felt was like a sack of concrete to the back of the head.

He typed up a quick message to Mia: “No video today? You’re breaking my heart!” He added a smiley face emoji, even though he was only half-joking.

Although he felt fried, he wasn’t going to miss his first, actual date with her. Fighting through the fatigue, which was more mental than physical, he went to the living quarters attached to his office to shower and get dressed. He also called João’s Steakhouse to make a last-minute reservation. Despite how late it was, he knew there wouldn’t be a problem, because João himself was in the pocket of Night Sky, which meant he knew better than to deny one of their top guys’ requests.

Kameron was in the air just a sliver before 8:50. Getting to Mia's by 9:00 would be tight, but doable.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~'A Mia's body man.' The phrase that Kameron used in response to her question about being a boob or an ass man had stuck with her all day. He was either really smooth when he answered or he was just as lost in this as she was. She had tried, really tried to keep him out of her mind after he left, but failed miserably.

Knowing she had to keep her body and mind busy to keep her mind off of him, she spent a couple of hours practicing routines for Misty's. For a while, she remained on task. She finished choreographing a routine that had been in the works, perfecting it by performing it over and over again. She would rewatch the footage, and if it looked good, she could possibly premiere it tomorrow night. But while she was sitting at her kitchen counter, watching the video, her mind went back to the shower video, the shower sex, and then all the sex they had last night and this morning.

There was no coming back from her lapse in concentration. The hell with it, she thought. Even though she didn't need the exercise, a long run would help get him off of her mind. Hopefully. Mia threw a thin, long-sleeved shirt over her sports bra, and changed from her workout shorts to pants. 5 minutes later, she was on the ground floor of her building. Earbuds in, she began her run.

Mia enjoyed running along the sidewalks and boardwalks that surrounded the beach and her building. Since it was a Friday, and it was still winter, the path she ran wasn't crowded. Many people were at work, school, or uninterested in being outside in what Mia thought was beautiful, cool weather. That was good, because her thoughts continued to stray to Kameron, and how he looked sitting at her bar. How he looked when he smiled. The interesting and fun conversation they engaged in so easily. Soon, her mind went to the scars she had seen and felt. She had counted three that looked suspiciously like bullet marks. And she had no idea how he could have gotten the scar on his back. A knife, maybe? What kind of real estate was he selling? Better yet, who was he selling to? Was he running shady deals?

By the time she finished her run and walked into the lobby of her building, Mia's thoughts were consumed with Kameron. Her building still employed doormen on the ground floor, to monitor that those who entered the building were residents only. Guests would be identified and made to sign in. Unlike the top of her building, where technology kept the entrances there secure. The man standing at the door recognized Mia, smiled and put his hand in front of the door so it would open, and she could walk through without breaking her stride. With a nod, and a smile of thanks in his direction, Mia stepped through the doorway and headed to the elevators. There were two special elevators dedicated to the upper floors of the building. Mia walked to one, gave her fingerprint and retinal scan, and the doors opened. Once up the elevator and inside her condo, Mia opted for her second shower of the day. Stripping off her clothes, she immediately threw them inside her combo washing machine/dryer. An audible command, and it started automatically.

Walking naked into her bathroom, memories of what she and Kameron did in her shower came flooding back to her. So did her arousal. Damn. She was doing a piss-poor job of not thinking about him. As she stepped in and turned on the water, her clit began to throb at the memories. A wicked thought came to her, and she moved to her back wall to bring up her video app. She made sure she could see herself on the screen that occupied half of the back wall of her shower before she pressed the record button, and stepped into the warm spray.

She took a minute or two to rinse off, soaking her hair and body before she turned and sat down on the very bench Kameron sat down upon when she did her lap-dance fuck on top of him. Spreading her legs, her hand slid down her body. Fingers made a detour at her breast, kneading the flesh before she tweaked her nipple. A gasp left her lips as her eyes looked directly to the picture of herself at the back wall. Smiling coyly, she watched her hand descend from her breast, down her stomach, and in between her legs.

The camera already caught her bare, glistening pussy as she spread her legs. Sex lips spread apart and her clit and was in full view of the camera. Two fingers moved to swipe up her sex, gathering her cream before focusing on her clit. Mia bit her lower lip as her fingers circled, her moan vibrating within her chest rather than escaping out into the air. The camera still caught the sound, though. As she worked her fingers, she leaned back on her other arm, arching her back. Breasts were pointed upwards while her head lowered so she could watch her fingers rub that bundle of nerves. Panting now, her fingers seemed to move a little faster, her butt wiggling on the tile in which she sat. Suddenly, she sank those two fingers inside of her pussy. Her head fell back, eyes closed, a smile curving to her lips when she said, "Oh, fuck!"

Now those fingers slid in and out of her sex while her thumb concentrated on her clit. When she pulled her fingers out, the camera would catch how they shined with her cream. Her hips moved back and forth now as she fucked her fingers. Every once in a while, her other hand would move from behind her to grasp her breast. Sometimes she would pinch her nipple, other times she would pull on it and let go so it snapped into place. The entire time, she would respond with a low series of sexy moans. When she wasn't playing with her breast, they would sway or bounce with her movements. Faster and faster her fingers now moved, the slippy and slidey sounds picked up by the camera's audio. At one point, Mia's mouth dropped open, her face contorted, and she wailed Kameron's name as she came. For a moment, her fingers stopped moving, but her hips didn't. Lost in pleasure, the camera was forgotten. It still picked up everything she did.

Slowly, Mia began to come down off of her high, fingers still inserted and moving leisurely. She pulled them out, only for them to continue stroking her clit, the action causing her hips to reflexively jump. Chocolate eyes slowly opened. The camera would record that they were hazy and out of focus. She made eye-contact with the camera as a satisfied smile curved to her lips. Lifting her fingers to her mouth, Mia sucked her juices off of them without her eyes leaving the camera. She didn't really care for her own flavor, but since she was making this video just for Kameron, she ignored the taste. Once they were sucked clean, she used both hands on the bench to push herself up. Mia walked through the spray of the water and to the back wall, rasping, "They weren't your fingers, Kameron, but they did the job well enough." With a kiss to the camera, she ended the video.

Sated, for now, Mia was able to finish washing her body and hair, taking her time since she was a bit wobbly from her orgasm. Fingering herself had accomplished two things. The first was to relax her, since thoughts of Kameron had her hot and bothered all morning. The second, a fun, sexy little something she could send to him anytime she wanted. Since her plan had been to keep her distance and not bother him until their date tonight, she thought against sending it today. But the video was saved and ready to send at a moment's notice.

Finished washing, she turned off the water and stepped out of her shower, oddly refreshed and reenergized. After she dried off her body, she quickly blew her hair dry before walking to her closet and sliding open her closet door. Mia had a closet every girl dreamed of. It was the size of a small bedroom. The walls were lined with drawers, rods to hang clothes, and shelf after shelf for shoes, purses, and accessories. In the middle sat a big, round, cushy bench. A full-length mirror was hung on the only part of the wall that didn't have clothing storage.

Her closet was full of vintage and newer clothing that looked vintage. Mia's style seemed to be a throw-back of a century ago, when bell-bottoms, long, flowy sleeves, short skirts, leather, and tight pants were all the rage. She was a mix of 1970's and 1980's, with a little bit of modern thrown in. Even her taste in music was vintage. She picked out a pair of dark, wide-leg jeans, and a fitted, long-sleeved, dark blue shirt with bell sleeves to wear out to eat lunch. She also picked two or three short dresses for her date tonight with Kameron. After setting all of her clothing on her still rumpled bed, she went back to pick out a couple of pairs of shoes.

Mia dressed quickly in her day outfit, which she finished off with a pair of chunky boots, threw her thick locks in a low ponytail, and headed out the door. When enjoying Malibu, Mia either preferred to walk or to ride in ground cars to get where she was going. One of her favorite delis was only a couple of blocks from her building, so she opted to walk. Sal, the owner, who was always at the counter, smiled when she walked in. "Ah, Mia! I was wondering when I would see that pretty face, again! Your usual?" She smiled at the older gentleman who reminded her of those deli owners back in New York. Those men who looked surly on the outside, except for when they were talking to someone they knew and liked, with a heart of gold on the inside. "Hey Sal. Yes, please. And add one of your chocolate chip cookies, too. I earned it today."

She sat down next to a window to wait for her food. To pass the time, Mia looked out the window to watch the passers-by. Sal's wasn't on the beach, but there was still enough foot-traffic to make her wait interesting. A sweet, elderly couple walked hand-in-hand down the street. A cute little boy, right under school age, ran circles around his mother who was speaking angrily on the phone as she held a baby. Finally, a small delivery droid rolled to her table with a tray of her food: a club sandwich, bowl of tomato soup, a soda, and chocolate chip cookie. Starving since she hadn't eaten anything since last night, Mia dug in, finishing every single bite. Sal had already charged her the credits owed, so once she was ready, she could go. Instead, she stood at the deli counter and chatted with Sal for a few minutes, then headed home.

Late afternoon when Mia finally stepped back into her condo, she waited for her weekly call from her brother, James. James always called after work on Fridays which could be anywhere from 3:00 her time to 5:00. Today, he called around 4:30 her time, which was 7:30, east coast time. Mia was lazing about in her bed, making edits to her masturbation video when her phone rang.

They chatted about nothing in particular for a few minutes. He told her about how business was going within the Caputo family (she could care less.) And she told him how her work-life was going. Because James was the most sensitive of the brothers, and because he loved Mia, he was always trying to convince her to come back into the Caputo fold. It was Mia who had to remind him that she wasn't the one who said horrible things, called her horrible names, and treated her as if she were shit on the underside of a shoe. He needed to talk to the ones who said such things. Today, he didn't mention anything about it.

Wary about whether to tell him or not, Mia finally broke down when he kept asking why she sounded so cheerful. "Well, I have a date tonight." She heard her brother's intake of breath, his voice turning more protective when he asked, "Tell me about him." Mia laughed, shaking her head, even though he couldn't he see. The beauty of the burn phone was that it had no bells or whistles. No internet, no camera, no holo. It was hard to trace, should someone try to spy. It was strictly, a phone. The sucky thing was that she couldn't see him. "Nope. No details, yet. Only that he is a mountain of a man, really interesting, and really hot. God, James, he has a freakin half-torso tattoo!"

The siblings laughed and chatted for a little while longer, until James just wouldn't stop about her date. Mia had known that he was seeing someone on the down-low, had been for several months. But because he was a Caputo, and a Caputo couldn't have an alternative lifestyle, even if he was only gay, his relationships were secret. After their 'I miss and love yous,' they hung up.

After her call, she finished editing her video. Since she was in bed, and it would likely be another late night with Kameron, Mia opted to take a nap. At first, she had a little trouble getting to sleep because her thoughts kept straying to Kameron. Once she opened the door to her terrace to hear the ocean, it wasn't long before she drifted off. Mia awoke to darkness outside the door to her terrace. Stretching, yawning, and rubbing sleep from her eyes, she looked at her phone and realized it was already 7:30. She had an hour and a half to get ready for her date. Good thing she woke up when she did, or she wouldn't be ready by 9:00.

From her phone, Mia could turn on music that could be heard all over her condo. The entire place was wired with speakers. With rock music blasting, she first tried on combinations of the dresses and shoes she had pulled from her closet earlier. Once she settled on one she loved, she went into the bathroom to apply her makeup. Halfway through her makeup, Mia heard the chime of her phone with an incoming message.

Opening her texts, she saw Kameron's name in bold. A wide smile spread to her lips before she opened the text and laughed as she read it. She was quite proud of herself for having the self-control to not communicate with him today. See? This thing between us isn't that big of a deal. The moment the thought crossed her mind, Mia knew she was full of shit. She could pretend all day that she could interact with him without getting emotially attached, but she knew it was a lie.

As she reread his text, a mishievious look came over her face. Tapping the email app on her phone, she attached the edited masturbation video she made this morning. Mia had really only edited the beginning, when she turned on the video and stepped into the water to rinse. Kameron's video would start with her sitting on the bench, right before she spread her legs. His email address was typed in the recipient space before she typed a message in the message box. I made this little gem after you left. I figured you couldn't be Mr. Big, Bad, Real Estate if you spend your workday watching videos of naked girls. Since you are no longer working, however...... Enjoy and see you soon. -Mia


After she pressed the send button, Mia placed the phone against her lips. She wished she could be a fly on the wall when he saw it. Well, he would be here in less than 45 minutes, so the video would likely still be fresh in his mind. With one last smile, she finished up her makeup. Once her face was made up, she slipped on her dress, then focused on her hair. She was ready with 5 minutes to spare.

Kameron would have no trouble getting to her condo. Before he left this morning, she told him that he was now approved as a permanent guest. He just needed the code she had given him last night, and he could easily get into the building from the hovercar parking area on the roof. A short elevator ride to her condo, and all he had to do was knock.

When he did knock, Mia about jumped out of her skin. Yes, they had been together last night and this morning, but she was nervous to see him again. More nervous than she had been last night. That just freaked her out more because she never got nervous with a date. Music was still playing throughout her condo, but it was softer in volume. This time, she wouldn't open the door right away, because she had been sitting at the counter in her kitchen. After about a minute of waiting, her door would open, and she would greet him with a pretty but nervous smile.

The first thing he would notice about what she was wearing was that her dress was sexy without being slutty. For her Misty's persona, she teased and tempted by not wearing much, and dancing like a siren. In real-life, she enjoyed looking sexy and dressing to enhance the rockin' body she knew she had, dressing with more style and class. That's not to say that her dress wasn't tight or short. It was both. The dress was tight enough to tantalize without looking painted on. The hem of her dress was finger-tip length, but it was still short enough that if she bent over, really bent over, the bottom globes of her ass would show.

The next thing he would notice was the sparkle. Covered in silver sequins, the dress hugged every curve of her body. Arms bare, the straps were more of a tank-style, the v-neck deep enough to reveal generous cleavage. The dress was tight enough that she didn't need a bra, but it wasn't low-cut enough for her to worry about popping out by accident. On purpose, well, that was a different story. When she turned around, the v at the back was more deeply cut, showing skin to her mid-back. The butterfly and net tattoo was on full display. Her other two were covered by the dress.

Tan legs were deliciously bare and her feet were covered in a pair of matching, silver stilettos that gave her a 3 inch height boost. Silky, chestnut tresses were pulled up in a half-up do. The sides were pulled back and loosely braided. Each braid looked artfully twisted together and pinned at the back of her head. The rest of her hair was left down to fall right past her shoulder-blades. Tonight, her makeup looked a little heavier than last night. Eyes were made-up to look smoky and sexy. A red lip-stick finished off her look, along with the fruity and floral scent of her perfume. A black choker wrapped around her neck and dangly diamond earrings hung from her ears.

"Hi, Kameron..." was all she said in that husky tone that strangely sounded breathy and nervous to her ears. Damn. Way to play it cool, Russo.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Kameron finished his shower and was about to get dressed in his office living quarters when he saw a blinking light on a nearby wall screen, which meant he had new emails. Since he was a busy guy, he always had new emails—trying to clear out his inbox was a daily exercise in futility, like a digital, corporate version of Sisyphus’s torment. However, he was excited to get an email for once, because this one could be from her.

Heart racing, he rushed, barefooted, to the wall and tapped the screen. He grinned when he saw that it was indeed from Mia, and that it had a video attachment. It was easy to guess what was on it, and that guess caused his dick to start pulsing. He opened the email and read the message. His guess confirmed, he laughed and pressed Play.

What the video showed almost made him cream the towel wrapped around his waist. As he watched Mia touch herself, drool accumulated on his mouth. Not only did he want to eat her out again, he imagined giving her a helping hand or two. After playing it once, he wanted to rewind, watch it again, and masturbate along with her, but he chose not to. Not only was he running late, but he wanted to save what energy, what fervor he had for her. He saved the video onto a special folder and synced it with his phone, ensuring he’d be able to watch it on the go.

He had a new favorite video, one that he’d not only watch for his own enjoyment, but to also study so he could learn how Mia liked to touch herself. It was 50% porn, and 50% educational video. That was for later, though. Now, he had to hurry and get dressed.

His office living quarters were more functional than fancy. He didn’t bring anyone here to entertain or to fuck, for he only used it as a comfortable place to sleep whenever he worked late (which was often), or when he needed to shower and change clothes but didn’t didn’t have time to fly to his penthouse or any of the other, nearer apartments he owned. He went to the wardrobe, where he had fewer than a dozen formal outfits of different colors hanging within, as well as a few casual clothes neatly folded in drawers. He already knew what he wanted to wear, so he snatched the various items and got dressed in a hurry.

The suit jacket and pants he chose were both teal. His shirt was white, made of silk, and designed for high breathability. The suit was ideal for a formal event in a tropical setting; although he wasn’t taking Mia someplace tropical, he was in a teal mood tonight. Besides, the color went well with his naturally tan skin. Once all the items were slipped on, he didn’t bother checking himself out in the mirror, for he already knew he looked good, and that the suit hugged his brawny thickness exactly the way he liked—in other words, it looked tight, but in actuality it was comfy.

When Kameron was with Mia last night, he didn’t wear a watch. Tonight, though, he put one onto his left wrist. It was a gold-trimmed smartwatch with many of the same capabilities of his phone, and its strap was made of dark leather. He did not keep any expensive jewelry in his office, mainly because he generally didn’t wear much jewelry. One of the things he did keep her was a bracelet made of koa wood and multicolored seashell that was wrapped in stainless steel. It wasn’t an expensive piece, but it was given to him by a friend he grew up with in Hawaii, so it had high sentimental value.

Dressed and ready in record time, Kameron raced out of his office and to the elevator. Along the way, he passed by a team of security bots, as well as a team of cleaning bots. The doors he passed opened and shut on their own, and his empty office secured itself without him having to do anything. Within minutes, he was in his hovercar and flying to Mia’s place. It was in the car that he finally checked himself out in the mirror to fix his hair one last time.

He was excited, but not nervous during the flight. However, once he stood in front of Mia’s door, the nervousness sneaked up on him all of a sudden.

Breathe in. Breathe out. You got this. There’s nothing to worry about.

Mia opened the door, and the breath whooshed out of him. Even though he had seen so much of her last night, she was still too beautiful for him to comprehend. On top of that, she looked different tonight. Her hair was different, her clothes were different, her attitude seemed different. Mia wanted to be wined and dined, and tonight she looked the part.

And the smell of her! Whatever she had on, it mingled with her natural fragrance to seduce his olfactory senses in a way they had never been seduced before. Kameron had the sudden urge to kiss her, push her into her condo, and fuck her in her foyer just like he did last night. It took all of his will not to do that.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted her and grabbed her wrist. Last night, he shoved her inside, and tonight he pulled her out with a gentle sort of urgency. “Let’s get you out of your condo before I find a reason to make us miss our reservation.” She’s giving me plenty of reasons, already!

Now holding her hand, he drew her away from her door until it shut on its own. He then let his eyes devour her. “Whew,” was all he could say.

Raising her arm up, he asked her to spin around without saying a word. If she did, then he’d admire every bit of her, back as well as front. He wanted to lick and nibble on every inch of exposed flesh: her shapely arms, neck, or her lovely back. When Mia was done spinning and faced him again, he drew her against him and into his arms. Their eyes met for a moment, and then he kissed her.

The two of them made out for the first time tonight. The test would be if they could end the kissing and go up to his hovercar, or if they’d succumb to temptation so quickly, like they did last night. Mia would be able to feel how his beast bulged within his teal pants; there was no mystery as to what it wanted to do. But the less primal part of him really did want to take her out and show her off to whoever was at João’s. There, they’d enjoy the taste of expensive steak. For the moment, however, with one hand on the back of her neck and the other pressed against the small of her back, he relished the taste of Mia’s kiss.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~The sight of Kameron when she opened her door shocked her into stillness. Both stood, as they had last night, Mia in the doorway, and Kam, right outside. This time, he was wrapped in a teal-colored suit that fit him to perfection. His broad shoulders looked even broader, and though she couldn't see individual muscles, it was obvious how ripped he was beneath the expensive fabric. She had the pleasure of seeing all that bulk in the flesh last night and this morning, so she knew exactly what was underneath. The color of his suit complimented his skin-tone perfectly, and Mia found herself hanging onto the side of the door to find purchase. He literally made her knees weak.

Kam greeted her, and grabbed her wrist to pull her out into the hall to have a look at her, and she went willingly. They had to tread carefully, as his statement implied. One look, one touch could easily tempt either of them so much that they ended up back in her foyer, dinner plans forgotten.

His huge hand interwined with hers. Somehow, she was able to direct a knowing smile up to him as he lifted her arm, silently encouraging her to show off her entire outfit. Slowly, Mia turned, giving him ample time to see how the dress sparkled, or how each angle he viewed her at looked just as good as the front. As she turned, her perfume left a trail, and wrapped it's way all around Kam.

"I am guessing my outfit is satisfactory? Meets the parameters you gave to me on my terrace this morning?" Mia knew she looked hot, she was just fishing for compliments. When the only thing he said was, 'Whew,' she knew he liked it. After spinning her, he pulled her into his arms. Mia's imagination hadn't come close to recalling how good it felt to be pressed up against him. In three-inch heels, the top of her head hit a little above his shoulder-line. He still towered over her. For a moment, Mia relished in how solid he felt, how right. His heat enveloped her. His gaze ensnared her. His kiss would undo her.

It was like his head descended in slow motion. Mia watched, hypnotized by his incredibly handsome face, or his lips as it got closer and closer. As soon as their lips met, Mia moaned. She had kissed him just this morning, but it felt like a lifetime ago. This kiss started out slow, in a brief attempt to reaquaint their lips. Mia's lips rubbed and pressed sensually against his, enjoying the taste of him again. But that slow, sensuous slide of lips would heat up quickly.

Maybe Kameron slid his tongue into her mouth first, or maybe Mia licked his lip. The touch of tongues would change the intent dramatically. Hands that had been gripping his shoulders now lifted to cup his beard-covered cheeks as she surged up on tip-toe, pressing her body enticingly against his. Voluptuous breasts pressed against his chest, and she felt his obvious arousal at her stomach. Their tongues began to tangle, both in his mouth and in hers.

It was a good thing she wore smear-proof makeup, or she would look a mess when they finally broke apart. If and when they did come up from their kiss, her makeup would look as if she had just applied it. But Mia wasn't even thinking of her makeup right now. As she wiggled her silver-clad body against his, she thought about how hot it would be if he fucked her against the wall in the hallway. Or if she dropped to her knees to suck him off. There was only one other condo on her floor, so the likelihood of getting caught was slim. However, it wasn't about getting caught. It was all about the danger of getting caught.

Just like Kameron wanted to show her off, Mia wanted to be shown off tonight. She had also been fantasizing about the intimate things they could do together while they were out in public. So while the thought of Kameron fucking her in the hall was incredibly appealing, the thought of Kameron doing naughty things to her in a restaurant appealed to her more. She was also looking forward to finding more out about him. That was what a date was all about, right?

Right now, however, she couldn't bring herself to pull away from him. So while they made out, while they fucked each other's mouths, her hands fell from his face to press against his chest. She could feel how solid his chest was through his suit jacket and shirt. In fact, she kneaded him over his clothing. She wanted to feel his skin. Nimble fingers slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket. When it hung open, sneaky fingers slipped up over the silk of his shirt. It wasn't his skin, but it was close enough to it that she could feel his body heat. Feel the unyeilding muscle beneath.

For what seemed like minutes, Mia felt Kameron up in her hallway. Maybe he had her trapped against the wall. At some point, her fingers would descend the silk shirt, and press against his abs before sliding down further. One hand cupped as much of his bulge through his pants that it could. His dick was rock-hard, so Mia squeezed to see what would happen.

On the verge of losing control, she pulled away from his lips if they were kissing. If his mouth had moved away from hers, she would speak in low, throaty tones. "How long is the...mmm...hoverflight to the restaurant?" It was an odd question, but one with a definite point. Knowing Kameron's head was likely too fuzzy to hear and understand the question the first time, she would try again, explaining herself.

"Because....if the flight is long enough, we can continue this....up there. And I really want you inside me." By now, Mia's lips were moving over the skin right below his ear. Her tongue-tip tickled the spot right below his earlobe. The sophisticated tones of her voice would rush inside when she spoke. "Fingering myself for you barely took the edge of. I've been wet all. Damn. Day. Fuck me in your hovercar, Kameron."

Mia didn't beg outright, but there was definite pleading in her voice. The way her body writhed or rocked against his was another sign that she was desperate for him. She knew, hell, they both knew that if he fucked her here, the likelihood of going out was near zero. They would spend yet another night fucking in her condo. It wasn't a horrible idea. But, they were all dressed up and out in the hall. Might as well see what kind of trouble they could get into out on the town.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

At the start of their latest make-out session, Kameron had Mia pinned to the wall, only a few feet away from her door. He wanted to savor her lips for a long while longer, but when she cupped his bulge, it caused him to tear his lips away from hers and heave a moan into the air. She followed up with a squeeze, which made him shiver. Indeed, his dick was rigid and huge already.

Mia asked him how long the flight would be. She also told him she’d been wet for him all day. And best of all, she suggested they fuck in the sky, which was such a marvelous idea. With the taste of her kiss fresh on his taste buds, the smell of her perfume filling his nostrils, her hand on his crotch, and her body wriggling against his, he was not able to think straight at all. However, somewhere in a part of his mind that wasn’t entirely rocked by her, he knew the flight would take mere minutes.

“Hungh!...Uh, the flight will be quick.” Already, his breathing was hot and heavy. “That’s okay, we can fly around for a while.”

If Mia continued to touch him, up and down, and continued to writhe against him like this, he’d have to fuck her right here and now, and he wouldn’t be able to fuck her in the sky. Summoning all his will, he gave her a brief smooch to her painted lips, took hold of her hand, and led her to the elevator. Inside the elevator, they made out some more while bumping against one wall, then the other. Their mouths were practically inseparable. And his hands were all over her—they either climbed along her silver-sheathed body, or they caressed the parts of her that were bare, like her spine or her arms. Once, he clutched her toned thigh and wrapped her leg around his waist as a preview of what would surely happen in a matter of minutes. The elevator ride took mere seconds, but that was enough time for them to steam the compartment up.

It was awkward, but they managed to make it from the elevator to Kameron’s hovercar, almost without taking their mouths or hands off each other. The hovercar opened its door when it detected its own, and the two of them had to give their lips a break so they could climb onboard. But once they were seated, Kameron yanked her onto his lap, grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her mouth to his, and plunged his tongue inside. The hovercar closed the door and waited for its owner’s directions, because the heavy breathing and all the moaning didn’t tell it where to go.

Kameron hiked up Mia’s short, silver dress and helped himself to two handfuls of buttocks. He massaged her flesh while sucking on her lip. Seconds later, he released her lips so he could grunt something out to the car. “Computer: Get us to Century...Ungh! Get us to...uh!...Century City, and take a holding pattern...Mmph!” While the car began to lift into the night sky, Kameron’s mouth enveloped Mia’s once again. He used his tongue to invite hers inside of his mouth, where it got either a tongue massage, or it got sucked.

Mia didn’t get a good look at the car’s interior, since Kameron’s greedy kiss occupied all her attention. Eventually, though, she would see that it was quite roomy in there. The hovercar had a stretch design, similar to a limousine, though not as long. The two of them were making out on the cushy, cream-colored back seat. Along the right, opposite of the side door, there was more comfy seating. Along the left, there were hidden, refrigerated compartments that contained some drinks and some glasses. At the front of the vehicle were two seats, both with controls that were rarely used, since the computer usually did the flying. Through the windows or the windshield, the Santa Monica mountains whizzed past on the left, and the dark vastness of the Pacific Ocean stretched out on the right.

None of that was immediately noticed because of all the kissing.

Eventually, Kameron cupped the sides of Mia’s face and gently pushed her mouth away so he could catch his breath. His mighty chest heaved up and down, and his cock was so thick it threatened to burst out of his pants. He gazed at her beautiful face and knew that he had to be inside her soon, or else he'd go crazy.

“We’re going to mess up your pretty dress,” he warned, smiling. “You cool with that?” Kameron drizzled kisses along her bare arm while he waited for her answer. Beneath her, his member throbbed, telling her that it was going to fill her up no matter what her answer was.

It was a good thing the seats were cream-colored, because it would hide some of the mess they were about to make.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Mia gave a breathless laugh in response to him taking her hand to pull her into the elevator. It had taken some serious iron will for Kam to pull away from Mia's wiggling body, from her wandering hands, from her suckling kisses. She didn't know if she would have had the fortitude to pull away. She was wet as hell, but Kameron's beast felt like it was about to burst through his pants.

Once they got inside the elevator, Kameron bumped her against one of the walls to take her lips again. While her hands speared through his hair, even pulling at the strands, she pushed back, sending him back to bump against another wall. She shivered when his fingers caressed her spine or her bare arms. Began humping him through their clothing when he lifted a leg to wrap around his waist. Moaned constantly into his mouth while his tongue flicked hers.

As they made their way from the elevator to Kam's hovercar, their lips connected and bodies plastered together, they caught the eye of one or two residents who had either just landed or were about to take off. Mia faintly heard a low whistle in appreciation of their public display. The sound sent sparks of awareness through her. They were being watched as they engaged in this fairly tame act. That excited her to no end.

Once at his hovercar, they climbed in, Mia's breath heavy and uneven from all their kissing. Not only that, she was so aroused at Kameron's kissing and pawing that it took her breath away. They were soon back at it when he pulled her into his lap. Mia straddled him as her knees pushed into the comfy seat on either side of his bulky body. Her crotch settled against his. Through their clothing, Kam could feel how hot her pussy was. In his lap, she could move on top of him.

Tongues tangled, breaths were exchanged, and Mia wiggled atop his massive erection. She felt the hem of her dress ride up, whether from his hands or the position she was in. Then she felt his big hands on her bare ass. Mia groaned, then undulated her hips against his body to show how much she loved how he touched her. While Kameron struggled to tell the computer where they were going to go, Mia's mouth didn't remain idle. Hot kisses trailed down the side of his neck, lips sometimes sucking hard upon the skin to leave a mark. He tasted so good, clean and masculine. It was pure Kam.

But then his mouth found hers again as the hovercar began to rise from her building. She wouldn't get the chance to see in the inside of his fancy, plush hovercar, but she did have more important things to do at the moment. With Kameron, Mia seemed to lose sight of everything but the man, what he did to her, and how he made her feel. That was both new and dangerous. She could easily lose all of herself in him. Right now, it was hot as hell, because he did things to her insides that she had never felt before.

The outsides of her had never felt so good, too. Which was why she couldn't get enough. Mia was still riding the bulge in his pants when he gently pushed their mouths apart. Like Kam, Mia's chest rose and fell. Their lips were apart, yet he could still feel her hot breath against his face. He asked if she would be alright if her dress got messed up. In response, she gave him a brazen smile. "I have a better idea..."

Mia pushed her torso off of him; the front of her body had been plastered to the front of his since she opened her condo door. Reaching behind her with both hands, Mia located the zipper that sat low on her back. Kam would hear the sound before he saw the fabric in the front sag a little. Still in his lap, she shrugged the top half of her form out of the dress before quickly getting off of his lap so the rest could fall to the floor of the hovercar. Clad only in her choker, her heels, and a wet, nearly sheer, silver g-string, she climbed back in his lap, assuming the same exact position she had before.

Rocking slowly, temptingly against that bulge, she looked to his face, teasing in her voice. "Can you work with this?" Mia was sure he could, considering she was practically naked. Heavy breasts were aching for his fingers, his mouth. Dusky nipples were hard, from her arousal. She had changed out her navel piercing to a diamond-looking gem to match the rest of her. Finally, that script tattoo at her ribs was visible in blue.

Whether he answered or not, Mia did not care, for her fingers were already at the waistband of his pants to get him undone so they could fuck. All he had to do was pull her panties to the side to enter her. Or, if he wished to take them off, he could do that, too. She really didn't care. She was just desperate to have him.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Kameron’s eyes went wide when Mia leaned back on his lap and began to undress. Sure, he had seen every inch of her naked body last night and this morning, but hers was such a one-of-a-kind beauty, it was thrilling to see it revealed, each and every time. She had to slip off of his lap in order to slip her dress off, entirely; during those seconds she was gone, she could have seen how his erection strained against the crotch of his pants, so obscenely. And, of course, she felt it push against her sex when she sat returned to his lap. His dick felt like it was trying to rip through his pants and punch through her g-string so it could be inside of her snatch.

“Ohh...” He couldn’t help but groan when she rubbed against him. Rendered temporarily immobile, his hands rested near the tops of her thighs. The lights inside the hovercar were on but dimly lit, allowing them to see each other. She was practically naked, but he was fully clothed—it was an unacceptable situation that was sure to be rectified, shortly.

Kameron stared at her body. He salivated while watching her breasts jiggle. He couldn’t help but notice how turgid and pretty her nipples were, as well as how she had gone with a different belly decoration, one that matched the shimmery, silver dress that was presently pooled on the hovercar’s floor. The choker she wore evoked conflicting emotions from him: on one hand, it looked hot as hell on her, but on the other hand, it would get in the way of his kisses, licks, and touches. His gaze wandered to her tattoo; he had read it last night, but he read it again, just because he wanted to.

When Mia asked him if he could “work with this”, he laughed, breathlessly. “I’ll work with anything you give me.” No longer immobile, one of his hands rose from her bare thigh to her breast. His palm pressed against the side slope, and his long, strong fingers wrapped around. At the same time that he lifted her breast, he lowered his mouth, and her tit disappeared within. “Mrrmm…” Soft, moist lips caressed the flesh around her nipple before closing in on the nipple for a suck. He alternated between sucking on her tit and tickling it with his tongue. Suck and tickle, tickle and suck. While doing that, he massaged her breast, as well. When her mouth delighted one nipple, his finger and thumb would pinch and play with the other nipple.

Her bosoms ached for Karmeron’s fingers and his mouth, and now they had them.

“Mmm...nnyahh…” He dragged his tongue from one of her tits to the other, then proceeded to suck and tongue-tease that one, too. Hunching forward, he leaned Mia back far enough that if her hair hadn’t been pinned up, it would have touched the floor rug. Noisy, sucking kisses trailed down the slopes of her breasts down to her belly. As his face descended, his beard brushed against the skin of her boobs, the skin of her tummy. One of his big hands was on her spine, preventing her from falling backward, and he licked and kissed down her tummy. He took his time using his lips and tongue to cherish the contours of her abs; but as patient as he may have seemed, the angry bulging of his cock continually demanded that it be shoved inside of her without further delay.

“God, you’re unbelievable! Ungh!” Lips sealed on her navel. He sucked on it, and in doing so he inadvertently sucked on her belly diamond. Hopefully it was secure. With his tongue he tickled her belly button, and her jewelry got in the way only minimally. Because his nose was so close to her snatch, he could smell her arousal, which heightened his arousal even more.

Seconds later, after a few more licks to her belly button and belly, and after rubbing his face in her bosom, he sat back up and latched his mouth to the front or side of her neck. He kissed and sucked and licked her skin around her choker while, down below, both his hands returned to her ass to fondle and to spread her cheeks apart. Not only that, but grabbed the strap of her g-string and tugged it, forcing the thin, barely-there material to pull tight against her buttcrack and butthole, as well as against her pussy.

This was the best opportunity Mia had to take Kameron’s pants off. It was awkward, and during the process he wouldn’t stop pulling on her g-string, sucking on her neck, or occasionally nibbling on her shoulders. But with perseverance, she was able to undo his belt, zip down his fly, and pull down his pants and underwear. He actually paused for a breathless moment to move his butt and make it a little easier to get his pants around his ankles.

Once it was unleashed, his beast throbbed in triumph. While Mia positioned herself above it, Kameron pulled Mia’s g-string to the side. The instant she lowered herself just right, just enough for her cunt to kiss his cockhead for the first time tonight, his back arched and he aimed his face right up to the roof. “Oooaaahh!”

Moving out of a combination of instinct and intent, Kameron grabbed her hips, pulled her down, and didn’t stop pulling until she was seated on his hot, fat balls and totally stuffed with his cock meat. “Oooah! Ugh!” Eyes closed, he rolled his hips beneath her, thus rocking his cock within. He opened his eyes and saw her gorgeous face; the sight of her combined with the mind-altering ecstasy of their coupling made muscles spasm all over his body.

“Come here, give me your tongue! Hnngh!!” Cupping her slender, choker-decorated neck with one hand, he yanks her face down to his for a kiss. They did something they didn’t do much of last night—they made out while they fucked. He sucked on her tongue as he filled her up. He licked her lips while his beef slab ground against her most secret flesh. He poured groans and gasps down her throat while getting closer and closer to spewing his seed within her for the first time tonight. And while all this happened, Kameron yanked on the back of Mia’s g-string some more, mainly to make it stimulate her crack and her asshole.

While the two of them fucked, the car carried them through the night sky toward Century City.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Before Mia undid his belt and pants, she reveled in being almost completely naked in his lap, while he was fully dressed, inside his hovercar, which was in the air, flying to their destination. The quality fabric of his pants felt good, but was such a contrast to her bare skin, which slid easily as she moved over him. What a thrill it would've been if it had been daylight, and other hovercars had been passing them by. With Mia nearly naked, it definitely would've been quite a sight. Not that she would have noticed anyone else watching them. Her sole focus was on Kameron, especially when his hand rose to touch her breast.

Sensitive and aching for his exquisite touch, she shivered when he made contact. The moment his lips wrapped around her peak, Mia's head fell back and she moaned softly. Both of her hands rested on his shoulders, and squeezed with each pull of his mouth. "God, Kameron, yes!" The lower half of her body continued undulating against his crotch, her wet panties soaking through to his pants. Her hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his head to push him closer, while his tongue continued to flick then suck at one, then the other nipple.

It was a good thing she was flexible. She needed to be when he leaned forward and bent her back. She still straddled him, knees underneath her. Not many could hold this position at all, let alone for long. Though it wasn't the most comfortable, Mia completely ignored it because his mouth was doing wonderful things to her body. With his strong capable hand at her spine to keep her from falling, she still kept both hands at the back of his head. Strong fingers gripped at his hair, or if he did something particularly fun with his mouth, her nails would press into his scalp.

With his tongue, he painted her skin with his saliva. Mia squirmed in his lap from the pleasure, gasping as the blood began to rush to her head. Not only was she dizzy from being bent backwards, Kameron's thorough loving of her stomach had her mindless. There were times when her stomach caved from the velvet caress of his tongue and the tickling of his beard. There were others when the definition in her abs was such that his tongue could run a bumpy path over them. They weren't as defined as Kameron's, but they were definitely there.

Things got interesting when he sucked on her belly-button. Mia jerked, her hips slamming into his crotch. She sucked in a sharp breath at the overwhelming sensation, then laughed. He thought she was unbelievable? He had no idea what he was doing to her.
Physically, mentally, and emotionally. As he sucked on her navel and navel-ring (which was quite secure), she would still have the ability to roll her lower body against his bulge. She fucked him through his pants in such a precarious position. It showed how flexible and athletic she was, not only to bend and hold this particular position, but to have the ability to move her body so sensually against his.

With or without help, Mia would have been able to sit up - she did have rockin' abs. However, she did appreciate the aid. Kameron's face had been so very close to her sex, making her body so weak with need, that he made any sort of simple movement difficult. Once they sat up, Kameron didn't give her a chance to catch her bearings. The blood that had rushed to her head when he had her bent nearly backward now rushed through her body, making her dizzy and tingly. Add to that the delight she felt from his mouth as he sucked and licked his way all over her neck.

Kameron would feel the vibrations in her throat as she purred. She would tip her chin up or tilt her head to the side to give him all the room he needed to mark her skin. The choker she wore was not very wide, so he had plenty of skin to work with. Down below, Mia still rode the ridge of his erection. Her eyes opened wide when she felt him grip her g-string, then pull the material so it ground tightly against her anus and her pussy. A desperate whimper moved past her lips in reaction. "Ungh...Where did you learn that trick, Mr. Alualua?" Mia was so lost in everything he was doing to her that it took her some time to realize that she had the opportunity to get his pants undone. The trick he pulled with her now sopping panties was new to her, and she was blown away at how hot she found it. How good it felt to have a combination of pressure against her back hole and her pussy. For a few minutes, she circled her hips on top of him, finding what felt the best as he continued to kiss, suck, and lick her neck while pulling on her g-string. The windows of the hovercar began to steam up with the amount of hot, heavy breathing they were doing.

The need for his cock finally became too overpowering to ignore. It would be awkward and tedious to undo his belt and his pants, but clumsy fingers eventually got the job done. Kameron's erection made her mouth water, and while she would have loved to get on her knees on the floor of the hovercar to suck him off, she needed him inside of her too badly. Deft fingers fisted his cock, stroking once or twice as she lifted up on her knees to get into position over him. He was scorching hot, thick, and hard as steel within her hand.

Head tilted downward to watch, Mia guided him to her opening. Kam held her undies to the side, but once his cockhead breached her sex, he let go of the flimsy fabric, put his hands on her hips and pulled her down on top of him. They both reacted in much the same way. Mia's hands grasped his shoulders, her head was thrown back, and she directed a choked cry up to the ceiling. Mia's body opened for him, but as she quickly learned last night, it was a tight fit. The deeper he slid inside, the wider she opened. His shaft stroked and rubbed all those soft, moist, secret places that had her eyes rolling back in her head. When he was balls' deep inside of her, when he filled her almost beyond her limits, he decided to roll his hips, thus rocking his incredible shaft inside of her. Mia's entire body shuddered while her inner-walls squeezed his cock. That move was Mia-approved.

They began to move together, Mia rocking along with his rhythm. They weren't going very fast, but their bodies still made squishy noises because Mia was so wet. Kameron glided easily inside of her even though it was a tight fit. It was always on the pull-out that her body protested, sucking at him to keep him as deep inside as possible. The sensual notes of her euphoria were poured into his mouth when he requested her tongue. She kissed him ravenously, as if she hadn't spent the entirety of their time together tonight with his tongue in her mouth. "Nnngh" She constantly made noise as he sucked or lapped at her tongue, licked or sucked her lips. Mia gripped his bearded face with both hands because she had to hold onto something while they fucked. Soft, swollen lips massaged his lips. Her tongue tickled the tip of his. And all while their bodies moved in a perfect, shared dance that affected the both of them profoundly.

The tempo would start to change the more Kameron pulled on the back of her g-string. The stimulation at her back hole would cause her hips to jerk. She would direct a sigh into his mouth before her hips moved a little faster. If he pulled harder, she would press those weighty breasts against his chest so her nipples could rub up and down the silky shirt he wore as she moved faster down below. Soon, Mia had pulled her lips away from his so she could drop her head back and arch her back. Two handfuls of the cushy seat back were grabbed - on either side of her lover's head- as she began to ride him faster and harder. Their bodies began slapping, the lewd, physical music mixing with their outcries. Even within the luxurious space Kameron could easily afford, the commotion they made was loud to her ears. And since they were in their own little world - whether it was private or not- they made as much noise as possible.

Mia's breasts bounced and jiggled with every crash of their crotches. She lifted high enough on her knees so several inches of his towering arousal would drag along her soft insides to meet the air before becoming engulfed once more in her tight sheath. Over, and over, and over again Mia moved on him like this. There was no real art to it other than to make it feel good. It was raunchy, dirty sex that called to their more base urges. And it would soon send Mia careening over the cliff.

The release didn't hit her all of a sudden. It was a lovely build-up of pressure and pleasure that she could sense. She even proclaimed it was going to happen in between harsh breaths as she bounced relentlessly on top of him. "I'm gonna cum....gonna cum...Kam..." Mia couldn't get the rest of his name out because she ended up shrieking to the ceiling. Kameron was fully embedded inside of her as her lower body shook and wiggled. Trembling, shaking on top of him, Mia creamed his cock, soaking him. The pleasure was so intense that black began to form around the edges of her eyelids, threatening to overtake her. Every pore, every inch of her skin was incredibly hypersensitive. It was like she was wrapped in a blanket of rapture. Even so, she continued to bounce on top of him, rock into him, roll her lower body and writhe, crying out with every movement she made. It was so overwhelming that if Kameron exploded inside of her in response, she would be susceptible to yet another.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Too much! She’s too much!

Somehow, Kameron was able to resist cumming when Mia “dry” humped him while he was fully dressed—there was almost nothing dry about it, since her arousal soaked through her silver, barely-there g-string and smeared the crotch of his pants. He got even closer to cumming when she got a fistful of cock and jacked him a couple of times. And when she swallowed him up with her body, there was an explosion of bliss, but no explosion of white. Not yet. Fucking her for the first time tonight was a constant battle against blowing up too soon.

“Hungh! Oh yeah, baby...You fuck me so good! Hungh!” They started slow, and yet the heat built between them so fast, anyway. It had been hot inside the hovercar even before Mia took Kameron’s pants off. Because he was still dressed from the waist up, it felt like he’d overheat if he didn’t get naked. He shrugged off his teal suit jacket and tossed it in the direction of the car’s front seats. Next, he unbuttoned the front of his shirt as quick as his thick yet nimble fingers could go. He was able to unbutton the shirt and spread it open, but then Mia squeezed oh so wonderfully with her cooch, he was shocked into motionlessness for a moment. Back arched, eyes wide, and groaning, he shuddered while she rode him. Now that his shirt was open, she could see most of his bulging pecs and the deep grooves between his abs. She could see the tattoo painted upon the entirety of his right pec. Perhaps more importantly, she could run her hands over all that exposed man flesh, too. A little bit of sweat already coated his skin; they were sure to sweat a lot more before the car flight was done.

“Guh! You’re so hot! Fuck!” Not only was Mia so hot, both inside and out, she was so wet inside, too. Their sex not only created the greatest of delights, but it also created such sultry squelching sounds that got louder and dirtier the faster they went. For the most part, Kameron’s contribution to their tempo was minimal this time—he rolled his pelvis, ever so slightly. Mia was in control of the tempo, so when she wanted or needed to fuck faster, that’s when they did. At one point, he leaned back into the seat cushion and stared at their sexes. He was enthralled by the sight of his engorged, dark-skinned dick plunging into and out of Mia’s gorgeous, glistening pussy, over and over and over again.

Her g-string was still on, but it had been pushed aside. Seeing it suddenly reminded him about something he did earlier, something he wanted to do again—reaching around her, he grabbed the string, just above her tailbone, and yanked on it, wedging it between her beautiful, bouncing buttocks and using it tease her butthole. While doing this, his free hand smacked against one of those bouncing ass cheeks and fondled it...his touch was as greedy as ever.

The first time he did this, it appeared as though it caught Mia by surprise. She had asked him where he learned that trick, and his reply was only a breathless laugh. This is what a g-string was made for, he thought at the time.

Now that he did it a second time, Mia seemed to like it even more. She sped up the fucking, which caused his already racing heart to race even faster. “Ahh yeah! Ughh yeah! Give it to me! Give it to meee!” The look in his half-lidded eyes was dazed, and his grin looked almost goofy. He gave her g-string another tug and held it there for several seconds. But then he let go so both of his hands could grasp her ass and knead that oh so tempting flesh. In addition to kneading, they lifted her up and pulled her down in sync with the fuck pace she had set.

Kameron closed his eyes and concentrated on two things: the intense sensations that shot from his cock to his brain, and doing what he could to hold on just a little bit longer. It was a losing battle. He could feel his cum bubbling at the base of his rod, which pulsated so powerfully as she impaled herself upon it, again and again. His head tipped forward, and his nose bumped against one of her bouncing breasts. Leaning forward just a little bit more, he put his bearded face in her bosoms and rubbed it there. The soft hairs of his beard tickled her inner slopes. He kissed her inner slopes, too. And once or twice, he managed to get a lick of one of her tits, or a brief kiss-suck to the other.

But then Mia announced she was gonna cum. Kameron flung his head back so he could see her face; at the same time, he pumped her with his dick, fast. Smiling, he hissed, “Yesss! Give it to me, baby...Hurghk!” He really flung his head back, much sharper this time, when Mia climaxed and clenched his shaft especially tight. It was too much...Mia was too much! She rode him so beautifully, she gripped him like a velvet vice, and she was so hot inside! The battle was lost, and he screamed while he filled her with cream. She creamed all over him, and he creamed her insides, simultaneously.

Mia continued to ride him, prolonging their pleasure. “Hungh! Ungh! Hrrk!” The two of them sounded like animals...they fucked like animals. Throbbing and spewing, his hot, rigid cock continued to pound her and continued to make sloshing sounds as it did. Kameron shook out of control as he came, and the muscles of his core and his thighs flexed out of control, as well. Even after the final spout of semen, Mia did not stop fucking him. It was glorious, and it turned his mind to goop.

For some time, Kameron lay back and basically didn’t move. His big hands were on her dancer’s thighs, but they didn’t do anything except hold on. Groaning, gasping, he gave her his cock to ride however she needed.

Eventually, though, he regained his ability to move. Kameron didn’t know that Mia was hypersensitive at that moment; all he knew was that he needed to touch her, to taste her. He sat forward, pushing her backward as he moved and changing the angle at which his cock penetrated her, subtly. One of his hands slid around to her back, then up to her neck, which he clutched from behind. His palm was sweaty, just like the rest of his body, and it rubbed against her delicate neck and the choker around it. His left hand clutched her right breast from below, lifting it up a split second before he began to drizzle noisy, wet kisses upon it. Soon, his lips claimed the peak. Opening his mouth wide, he took as much of the hefty swell into it as he could, and then he sucked on it. He sucked until he needed air, at which point his mouth popped off.

“Muah! Hngh...hngh...hngh…” His left hand let go of her breast and dropped to her side, cupping her ribs and the words inked there.

Kameron kissed Mia. Lips to lips, tongue mating with tongue, they made out while she continued to ride. The thrusts would need to be shallow in order for them to maintain this luscious lip lock, but the resulting ecstasy would be no less grand.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Sex with Kameron was addicting. It was so good, so fun, that she craved more, even when they were in the middle of it. For the second night in a row, they began to fuck without being completely naked. They were so impatient, so hot for one another, that they couldn't even take the time to take their clothes off. Eventually, unbuttoning, unzipping, and stripping would occur, and they would both be naked enough to really make things interesting.

Like when Kameron shrugged off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing all that hot, tan skin, muscle, and tattoo for Mia's hungry eyes. Chocolate-colored orbs widened like this was the first time she was ever seeing his chest bared. "God, you are so sexy!" While she held that steady tempo fucking him, she did just as he wanted, and touched him. Both hands were placed flat against his pecs. His skin was so warm, soft even though the muscles were solid. They flexed beneath her palms, so her hands squeezed and kneaded in return.

With her hands on his chest, she could also direct exactly how she wanted to move. Rolling her hips backwards and forwards, she moved over him with smooth strokes. Curiously, Kameron leaned back and dropped his gaze. Mia dropped her gaze to see what he was looking at. A naughty smile curved to her lips when she realized he was watching the place where they were joined. "You like watching your cock spread me wide? To see it all shiny and slippery? To know you make me wetter and more aroused than I have ever been in my life? Fuck, you feel soooo good..."

Maybe it was the dirty stuff she rasped out that gave him the g-string idea. Wherever the inspiration came from, it sure surprised Mia when he pulled on it. The tempo of their fucking quickened, and her touches became more instinctual than deliberate. Big hands were felt on her hips as he contributed to the crashing by pulling her down on top of him. She vocalized that she was going to cum, but didn't realize at the time that he would cum with her.

The exploding of his cock seemed to heighten her orgasm tenfold. The pumping action of his dick not only sprayed her insides, it sent her body flying higher because he got that much bigger. It seemed like there was no room left for his cum. There was but not much. Some began to seep from their joined bodies to cover both sets of their thighs. Mia didn't notice, for she was still in the midst of her own release.

However, she did notice when Kameron leaned forward and pushed her backward in the process. She wasn't bent nearly as far back as she had been the first time, but it was enough that Kameron was able to get a different angle in which to move inside of her. And that felt divine! Gripping his shoulders, Mia groaned. The remnants of her orgasm were still pulsing through her, so any new movement was like a shock to her senses. Slowly, she pulled her legs out from underneath her so she could wrap her legs around his back. One silver heel clunked to the floor while the other surprisingly remained upon her foot.

This new position afforded her more comfort, and the ability to move in a different way. Sighing, she undulated beneath him, much like she had when she "dry" humped him earlier. She had a bit more freedom of movement with her legs wrapped around him, but when he moved inside of her, it was more of a sensual slide then the stroke of a thrust. It wasn't the same, but it didn't have to be. The resulting pleasure was still acute, still overwhelming, and still phenomenal.

Held in place by her legs and one of his strong arms, Mia was pretty secure in this precarious position in his lap. If she wanted confirmation of such security, she would get it when his lips wrapped around one of her peaks to suck. She jolted as if she had been shocked. "Hungh! Yesss..." Undulating hips that had been engaged in a leisurely, yet sensual tempo, flung foward once, so their bodies collided with force. The pull of his lips on her breast was strong, sent sensation from her sensitive nipple, all the way to her clit, which was greedy for more stimulation.

Mia ground herself against him in time to each pull of his mouth on her breast. Meanwhile, her hands had moved from gripping his shoulders to gripping the back of his head. When he popped his mouth off her breast, she groaned at the loss. After a few breaths, he covered her mouth with his, reuniting lips and tongue. Arms tightly wrapped around his neck while legs tightly squeezed his middle. Mia pushed her tongue into his mouth, lapped at the tip of his tongue, and hungrily tasted him. She timed the lashes of her tongue to the moments he was buried completely inside of her.

For what felt like many minutes, the two lovers made out while their bodies slowly continued to extract such sweet pleasure by moving, sliding, grinding. Their torsos were pressed together, skin to skin. Mia could feel the heat of his body against her breasts. Nipples moved slickly against his chest, felt the power of all of his brawn when they were pressed together.

The sounds they now made in the hovercar weren't as thunderous, but were no less exuberant. The smacks or slurps of their kissing filled the air, along with the squishing sounds their bodies made as they slowly fucked. Moans or grumbles were directed into each other's mouths. Sighs might have been briefly directed into the air. The squeak of the seat might have been heard from the slide of Mia's legs, Kameron's back, or ass. The hum of the thrusters was soft, but also present, reminding them that they were fucking in the air, with California beneath them.

In need of air, and wanting to talk, Mia broke their kiss. Her voice was low and hoarse, but directed into his ear so he would hear perfectly. "Nngh, you are going to make me cum again, Kam....hmm.... that's exactly what you want, isn't it?" She picked up a little speed, but with their bodies rubbing and grinding like this, they weren't going to be able to go much faster without changing up positions. Lips moved over his neck, erotically massaging the skin. She used her tongue sporatically to lap up a bead of sweat here, or just to taste him, there. Each time, she would hum and purr in approval.

"Do you like when I scream your name in ecstasy? I already know how assertive you are. How bossy. It would make sense how much you love to have someone splinter apart before you. Jesus, I have countless times already, and all I want is....more...I have to have more..." She delivered a nip to his earlobe, then sucked. Hot, moist air puffed into his ear each time she spoke. And each time she spoke, she was deliberately goading him, turning him on, making him act wildly, and imposingly.

The longer she talked the more frenzied she sounded. Her voice, though breathy and hoarse, rose in pitch. The insides of her pussy squeezed his shaft with the same sort of frenzy in which she spoke. She hadn't begged him for more, or for him to fuck her harder, yet. However, if he required it of her, she would. Mia would plead until he made her soar to the stars, yet again. All he had to do was ask, or better yet, demand it of her.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Normally, Kameron was talkative. A born salesman, his tongue was one of his best weapons (both in and out of bed). But here and now, with Mia on his lap, dancing on his dick, his ability to speak was stolen from him.

“Uh huh! Nnnngh! Ahh yeah...yeah!” Those were all the words he was able to think of when she asked him about what he liked. He liked and loved everything she did, and his body told her that far better than his words could at that moment. Like when he opened his shirt so Mia could finally touch the bare flesh of his hard, chiseled torso, he closed his eyes and went “Oooo…” through puckered, o-shaped lips. Wherever she touched, his muscles flexed in silent celebration. Another sure sign of how profoundly she pleasured him was how violently he orgasmed—he flooded her womb with a stunning amount of cum. He couldn’t see or think straight for a while after that.

And now, with their lips sealed to each other, their breaths intermingling, and their bodies still conjoined, his cock remained so stiff even though she had pumped his balls empty. Perhaps more than anything, that was a testament to how fierce his desire for her was. He had been tired all day, and he was drained both mentally and physically at the end of his work day, but after erupting like a flesh volcano within her, his cock remained rigid.

It was because of her. It was all for her.

Kamerons eyes remained closed when Mia pulled her mouth away. “Angh!” He moaned and shivered when she asked him if he wanted to hear her scream his name. Of course I do! he thought, but at that moment was not able to say. Her pussy also clamped down on him, and her body rocking felt particularly rapturous at that moment. He shivered more when she nipped and sucked on his earlobe.

“Rrmmm…” Growling, he grabbed Mia’s side with one hand and her neck with the other, and then snapped her back, just enough to get her mouth away from his ear. It’s not that he did not love what she was doing, no no no. He wanted to retaliate in kind. His tongue tip was stuck into her ear, and it tickled the inside. He sucked on the shell of her ear, and caressed it with his moist lips, up and down. As he teased her ear, his lips or tongue occasionally batted at her dangly, diamond earring.

Next, he dragged his tongue down to her neck, where nibbles and sucks were dealt. He growled as he massaged her skin with his lips or his tongue, alternating between the two. And when his mouth slipped down to where her neck met her shoulder, he took both of her nipples between his fingertips in order to roll them, pinch them, and tug on them as, once again, his lips and tongue took turns exciting her tan skin.

It was clear from Mia’s body language, by the change in pitch of her voice, and by the hungry sucking of her cunt that she wanted more. Without words, she was telling him that she wanted him to take charge. That got Kameron’s head straight, at least long enough to figure out how he was going to fuck her next.

While his hips rolled and his dick throbbed, an idea flashed through his mind. Smiling against her shoulder, which was the new target of his kisses and sucks, he continued doing what he was doing until he was reasonably sure he’d leave a mark—something that would be visible even after she put her sparkly dress back on. Then he lifted his mouth off of her to say, “Comput...mmph!” His fingers gripped her sides, for once again Mia did something that sent his mind reeling. But he recovered and resumed. “Computer: find us a parking spot, something near people. And flip on the fake tags.”

“Sure thing, Kam,” the onboard computer said, its voice female and its accent British. On the outside of the vehicle, the front and rear plates flipped to decoys.

Kameron leaned back in his seat and looked Mia in the face. Although his vision was hazy from all the fucking, that didn’t stop him from basking in her loveliness. Moving his hands to her ass, he gripped the firm flesh there and used that grip to aid in their fucking. Nice, slow, unhurried, they continued to fuck while the hovercar obeyed his directive, slowed down, found a parking spot that fit his stated parameters, and then descended toward it.

“Mrmm...we’re going to be late to the restaurant.” He jiggled her ass before giving it a series of sultry squeezes. “But I have a show in mind. You up for a show, baby? Hm?” A trail of sweet kisses began at her chin and wound along her jawline. Before long, his mouth was back on her neck to have a grand old time there.

The two of them slow fucked for the few minutes it took for the hovercar to land on the street, by the curb. It was such a long vehicle, and it took up a lot of space, but thankfully there weren’t many cars parked there at the moment. Without taking his mouth off her neck, Kameron glanced out the tinted window. Then, without warning, he gripped Mia’s ass more firmly, grunted, and stood up from the back seat.

Like a limo, the hovercar had a tall roof, but it wasn’t so tall that Kameron—who was a Hawaiian mountain of a man—could stand up straight. So instead, he stood with his knees bent, as well as with Mia still impaled upon him. Alas, for what he had in mind, he had to remove himself. After kicking away his pants, which had been pooled around his ankles this whole time, he sort of duck-waddled with her a couple of steps before he began to hoist her off his rod. “Ohhhh…!” Delightful shivers coursed through his body from his neck down to his toes thanks to the way his cream-covered cock pulled out of her. Mia’s pussy walls and lips were so strong, it made withdrawing from her so tough, and yet so glorious.

Though he was tired, he still had plenty of strength to set her down in front of the side door and turn her so that she faced away from him. Through the window of the side door, she would be able to see that across the street, there was a line of restaurants. Each restaurant had outdoor seating, and many people were eating outside in spite of the cold.

Behind her, Kameron sat on the long seat against the opposite side of the hovercar and pulled down her g-string. One of his hands pressed against her back, between her shoulder blades, making her bend over; she could have grabbed the window ledge or simply pressed her hands against the wall to avoid falling over. The door also had handles to grab onto—handles other than the one that opened it. No matter what Mia decided to grab onto to hold herself up, she would still be bent over with her ass in Kameron’s face.

Grinning at the sight, he pressed loud, sucking kisses to one of her ass cheeks, then the other, then to the side of her ass, then to the back of her thigh. Her thighs had been creamed earlier and were creamed again when their sexes separated—just like his thighs were. So much of their fuck cocktail dribbled down the inside of her thighs, so when he licked her there, of course he tasted her juice. The taste of her juice drove him wild, as did its aroma.

Kameron lifted one of Mia’s dancer’s feet out from her g-string, but left it dangling around the other ankle. Next, he spread her legs apart so they were in an upside-down “V”. Once she was standing just the way he wanted her, he took two handfuls of her buttocks and massaged them. “The windows are tinted. Nobody can see us. Yet.” His face was so close, she could feel his warm breath flow within her cleft when he spoke.

“I’m going to eat out your asshole now,” he said, matter-of-factly, and punctuated that promise by kissing her tailbone. While he was at it, he kissed each of her Venus dimples. After that, he dragged his tongue down the very edge of her crack. He kept massaging and holding her cheeks apart. This wasn’t the first time he had a long look at her asshole—he saw it last night, when they 69’ed. But this would be the first time he put his tongue there.

“I’m also going to fuck your brains out. Again.” That was as much a promise to himself as it was to her. His cock may have been tired, but it still throbbed in excitement at the prospect of being engulfed by her heat again. “If you want an audience, you can roll down the window. Even if you don’t, I’m still going to eat you out and fuck you. You’d like that, right?”

Kameron didn’t wait for Mia’s response. He spread her ass cheeks a tiny bit wider than before, and then ran his tongue up and down her crack. Up and down. Up and down. On multiple occasions, his tongue tickled past her puckered hole. After the 4th or 5th pass, it actually lingered. He drew wet circles around and around it.

The window controls were below and in front of Mia. All she had to do was press a button to roll the window down, and all those people dining across the street would see her perfect face, her perfect breasts, and whatever expressions she would wear as a result of her new lover eating out her asshole. If she didn’t want an audience, she didn’t have to do anything except hold on and enjoy.

Kameron would do as he promised, and he’d use his tongue on her forbidden hole. He’d also reach around her to play with her clit, or he’d finger fuck. Maybe he’d do both during the assplay. And afterward, he’d fuck her brains out. Whether or not they had an audience was up to her.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Kameron didn't only have a weapon of a tongue. While he couldn't whip out his cock in a business meeting, Mia definitely considered it potent. Dangerous as hell. She felt lucky that she got to experience all of what he had to offer, including his tongue. After they both came, he would use it, and use it well upon her ear, just as she had done with his.

Before that happened, she thoroughly enjoyed how he reacted to her seduction of words. Even if he didn't respond with words of his own. Mia took pride in knowing that she had reduced this man - who's business it was to convince people to sell, or buy many hundreds of thousands or millions of credits in real estate - to grunts or one-syllable words in answer to her wicked, whispered questions.

That same delight grew when this larger than life man - in more ways than one -shivered because of her. Or remained hard as steel inside of her, even after giving her all of his cum. She was unsure whether the latter was solely because of her, or if he just had a shit-ton of staying power. What she wasn't aware of was how mentally and physically tiring his workday had been. The fact that he was still hard should've been impressive because of that, alone.

Although he had apparently lost the ability to talk, Kameron was still quite proficient with using his tongue in other ways. He used his superior strength to snap her back, and pull her mouth away from his ear, which earned him a disapproving groan. That groan quickly turned from disapproval to approval when he returned the favor. She giggled when he tickled the inside of her ear. Shivered when he sucked upon the shell. Two could apparently play at this game.

Kameron took the reigns of control back when he decided to shower her neck with laps of his tongue, kisses of his lips, or nips of his teeth. She kept undulating, so their bodies could continue this trek of slow, sensual sex, but her head was now tilted back or to the side to allow him ample room to tantalize her skin. He was free to mark it up any which way he saw fit, for she would wear his love-marks proudly.

Hands now gripping his shoulders, her nails dug into his back as he manipulated her nipples. Mia arched, and sucked in a sharp breath. Hips jerked, then slapped against his crotch. Between his shaft inside of her, his lips sucking on her neck, and his fingers on her nipples, he was overwhelming her with pleasure. She must've done the same, because he had finally started to use his voice, but stopped abruptly when their crotches ground so firmly together. He eventually got the words out, but left Mia confused. If her mind hadn't been mush, she would have likely figured it out. Why did he want to park somewhere with people?

That question was pushed to the back of her mind when he leaned back against the seat so they could continue fucking. Mia didn't think she had ever had sex for so long before. At least, not this languid, unhurried rocking and rolling. It was incredibly erotic. Intimate. She unwrapped her legs from around his waist and got her knees beneath her on the seat again. For the most part, she looked him in the eye, her own eyes dilated and dazed. There were moments when she would drop her head back, close her eyes, and softly exhale a moan to the car's ceiling. That was exactly what she was doing when he told her they were going to be late for their reservation. He said something to the computer about fake tags. Once the fog lifted, she would find the subject very intriguing. For now, he asked if she wanted to put on a show. All other questions were forgotten, and her mind focused on that.

Always the consummate performer, his question piqued her interest. Laughing low and slow, she trembled as his lips moved over her jawline. "Mmm...always. What kind of show do you...ungh....have in mind?" While his lips pampered her neck, her hands moved all over his wide back, shoulders, or the back of his head. Finger-tips would tickle his scalp or would press into the silky shirt that still covered him. He may have unbuttoned it so he was bare-chested, but he hadn't taken it off all the way.

Suddenly, Kameron gripped her hard and stood up. Not only was this unexpected, the jostling of their joined bodies played havoc inside of her. Biting her lip, she groaned at the suprising pleasure, then gasped when he began to pull her off, subsequently pulling out of her. In a panic, Mia's eyes opened wide. "No, no...Kam....no..." In the same way she reacted last night, when he pulled out of her in the chair on her terrace, to eat her out, she tried in vain to get him to stop. However, she would learn, again, that he had something better in mind. It still didn't make their seperation any easier, though. Without his mass filling her up, her sex felt so completely empty.

Mia's head spun to look over her shoulder, question within her chocolate eyes, when he turned her around to face away from him. Was he going to fuck her from behind? Why would he need to park the car to do that? She was just about to ask as much when she faced forward, looked out the window, and saw the restaurants filled with outdoor diners. "Oh..." She wasn't completely sure of his intent, but she had a good idea. Kam sat on the row of seats behind her. She felt his presence, his heat at her naked back. Bending with his guidance, she grabbed ahold of one of the handles that didn't open a door.

A smile tugged at her lips as she playfully bent farther than he pushed her. Since she knew his face was really close to her ass, she gave it a teasing shake, making her flesh jiggle. "Mmm..." Eyes fell to half-mast as he pressed kisses to her ass-cheeks. She gasped then laughed softly when she felt his tongue, and pushed her butt out further so he would continue. That's when he began sliding her g-string down her legs, ridding her of the slip of fabric that was sodden with both of their juices, and stretched from Kameron pulling on it. It fell to the floor and was forgotten, for now she was bent over and spread open wide for him to admire, and to do with as he pleased.

What he pleased was to take two handfuls of her ass to massage. Mia was now completely naked, and positioned in front of him in such a salacious manner. With his hands grasping her ass, he could spread her cheeks apart and see her anus. From this angle, he could also see her snatch from behind. His mouth had access to all of it. When he spoke, she felt his hot breath rush over every bit of it. And most of what his breath rushed over was moist with arousal.

She sucked in a breath when he told her the windows were tinted and that no one could see them. That breath whoosed out of her when he followed up by saying he was going to eat her asshole out. The kiss to her tailbone made her jerk, and if he had his eyes open, he would get a premium view of the two magnolias tattooed on her lower back. But she was thinking nothing of tattoos when he dragged his tongue down her crack. Mia shivered, gasping for breath. Yeah, his weapon of a tongue made her weak in the goddamn knees.

Fingers had to grip the handle tightly when he explained that after he ate out her ass, he was going to fuck her from behind. And if she wanted, she could roll down the window so the diners she spotted could see them - or more accurately- see her in the throes of passion. He would feel her knees shake, and Mia had to fight to keep herself upright. Kam asked if she would like that, but didn't give her the time to answer before he used his tongue once more to devastating effect.

"Fuck, Kameron, yessss....." She did respond, however it could have been to his question or to the feel of his tongue lapping at her crack. Mia dropped her head forward, closed her eyes, and focused on the slide of his velvet tongue in such a taboo place. The tip passed over her anus several times, which was almost like torture because the only thing she wanted him to do when she felt his tongue pass that spot, was to zero in on it. When he finally did, Mia directed a groan to the window, partly steaming it up with her hot breath.

It was while Kam's tongue was circling her back hole, making her entire body tremble, that she opened her eyes and remembered why he had them land here in the first place. Those diners. Those unsuspecting eaters, who had no idea what they were in for when they decided to eat outside. Uncurling her fingers from the handle she held in a death-grip, she pressed the button that was the universal symbol for 'window down.' It whisped down with hardly a sound.

The outdoor dining areas were very well-lit, so Mia had no trouble seeing the patrons eating. The picture was made clearer because there was no tinted window to mar her view. Cool air hit her in the face, which felt refreshing to her warm cheeks. The cooler air began to flood into the hovercar's interior, dropping the temp inside, but not doing as much for the two bodies within. Yes, it cooled her face and hardened her nipples, but Kameron made sure to keep her body hot with the things he was doing with his mouth.

"This is soooo fucking hot, Kameron." For a few minutes, the new lovers in the hovercar went unnoticed. Mia's outcries were too soft to garner attention. The lights were still on inside the hovercar, and they happened to be parked under a street-light, so once she made a loud enough noise, they would be seen. Not easily, and not up close since they were parked across the street, but they would be seen. For now, it didn't matter to Mia. Just the fact that he was licking her ass in a public place produced fresh cream for him to either smell, touch, or lap up with his tongue. She could hear people laughing, glasses or silverware clinking, see them eating and drinking.

A couple people would begin to take notice if and when Kam chose to play with her clit while he licked her asshole. Mia had pushed her butt closer to his tongue, encouraging him to push it deeper within her anus. She tried(and failed) to keep her lower body still. It moved in slow, sexy circles right in front of his face. If his fingers moved around to circle that swollen bundle of nerves, Mia would groan loudly out the window. Perhaps the diners closest to the car would hear something that sounded suspiciously like a moan. They might look around to see if they could find the source, then shrug it off when they couldn't. It would take one or two more sounds like what Mia directed out the window for them to realize where it was coming from. And when they did, the fun would really start.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

“What...the...frick!” said a blonde woman seated in front of a steaming bowl of French onion soup and beneath a patio heater. “Gerald, do you see what those people are doing?” she asked the bald, black man seated on the other side of the table.

“Hm? What’s up?” Gerald looked up from his matching bowl of soup and then turned in the direction the blonde was pointing. Across the street was a stretch hovercar. The side door window was rolled down, and through there was a naked woman whose perfect, tan breasts were jiggling for anyone to see. “Oh shit!” Grinning ear to ear, Gerald took out his smartphone.

The blonde scoffed. “This is unbelievable. This is the kind of behavior I’d expect from a place like the Valley, but not Century City.

“Are you calling the cops?” She glanced across the table, where Gerald was using his phone to take video of the naked woman. “Gerald!” She reached over the two bowls of soup and slapped the smartphone out of the man’s hand. It clattered on the sidewalk and almost bounced to the street.

“Hey! You know that’s brand new!” Gerald scrambled to retrieve his phone. After that, he and the blonde argued.

Meanwhile, in the hovercar across the street, the two new lovers engaged in public debauchery. They did not care who saw, nor did they care what crimes they committed. All that mattered was what they did to each other, and how good it felt.

*****

Kameron had noticed that Mia really liked it when he tongued her asshole, so after teasing her with a few passing swipes, he concentrated his tongue’s efforts there. “Mmmph...mmm…” His face nuzzled her ass cheeks, and his beard tickled her skin. While he licked slow, lackadaisical circles around and around her anus, his thick, brown fingers massaged her buttocks.

She’s got such a magnificent ass! He dragged his tongue up and down her crack, once, then immediately resumed targeting her butthole for ticklish licks.

Earlier, when he withdrew his shaft from her, her almost panicked reaction not only aroused him even more, it surprised him, too. She did something similar last night, and it both surprised and aroused him then, too. The memory of how she twice refused to let go of his cock caused him to smile while he tongue-bathed her asshole. It also made him want to play with the velvet vice between her legs.

The pad of his thumb stroked up and down her creamy lips from behind. At the same time, he nudged the tip of his tongue into her anus. Waggling his tongue, he not only stimulated her hole, he also tested how much it could stretch. Maybe he’d nudge a tiny bit more of his tongue inside, but not much. Just a little bit of inner licking, for now, to go with the one-thumb caresses to her cunt.

This continued for a while. As time went on, he inserted more of his tongue into her anus. Before too long, Kameron began to tongue-fuck her asshole. He also reached between her cum-soaked thighs to stroke more of her pussy lips, as well as toy with her clit. First one then two fingertips stroked her petals, up and down so smoothly. Then he placed those two fingertips on her clit and rubbed.

Suddenly, he remembered the latest video Mia sent him, which showed him how she liked to play with herself. She had inserted a couple into her snatch and finger-fucked herself while using her thumb to play her clit. With that video playing before his mind’s eye, Kameron removed his hand from between her spread legs, reached around her body, and then cupped her vagina from the front. He gave it a single squeeze—just a few seconds of sustained pressure before he inserted two fingers into her heat. Then he began to finger-fuck her in a similar way to how she did so in the vid. Seconds later, his thumb joined in on the fun recreation by circling and teasing her clit how she showed him.

He’d have to watch and rewatch the video multiple times to really study how Mia liked to touch herself and really get it right, though.

He shoved his tongue into her hole, deep, then thrust it in and out. As he tongue-fucked her asshole, finger-fucked her cunt, and fiddled with her clit at the same time, more and more people across the street noticed Mia through the hovercar window. There was now a commotion at those outdoor tables. Some of the diners were shocked or outraged. One or two were laughing. More than a couple had their smartphones out to record. One person called the cops.

Eating out Mia’s ass and playing with her pussy in front of an audience got Kameron’s cock bulging and ready for more, in record time. The fatigue of the day was completely forgotten; he felt like he could fuck her all night long. His tongue was gradually removed from her hole. He tongue-tickled the outside a couple of times—even did a criss-crossing lick right over her hole—then lifted his face off of her rear. After one more pump with his fingers and one more circling rub to her clit with his thumb, he removed his hand from her vagina, too. Then he stood up behind her. On his way up, he dragged his tongue up her naked spine, savoring the taste of her sweat.

After biting her shoulder, Kameron looked over it. This was the first time he saw what was happening across the street. The commotion and all the eyes on Mia, all the eyes on what he was doing to Mia made him smile.

I’m sure someone already called the cops.

“Computer: At the first sign of cops, fly us out of here.”

“You’re always getting into trouble, Kam,” the British female voice admonished him. “You’ve got to be more careful.”

Laughing, he knew he wasn’t going to take the computer’s advice, not when breaking the law was this much fun.

He nipped at Mia’s ear, right behind her dangly diamond earring. “I’m sure they like what they see,” he whispered. “I know I do.” While he kissed and sucked on the edge of her ear, he positioned his dick against her pussy from behind. “Ohhh…” A single, fat inch was pushed into her. Then another. Then another. Then another...With deliberate, torturous slowness, he pushed and pushed and pushed until every, single, throbbing inch of his meat slab was reintroduced to her hot, creamy depths.

Both of his hands were on her hips when he began to fuck her—like, really fuck her. Rough, quick, and aggressive, Kameron pounded Mia against the door of his stretch hovercar in front of an audience of strangers.

“Raagh! Ragh! Ragh!” The sound of his cock flopping into and out of her, again and again and again, filled the air along with his deep, masculine outcries. He pounded her so hard that the hovercar shook on its landing gears. Fucking Mia was so magnificent, so out-of-this-world, he just had to show others.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~The dancer Kameron had known only 48 hours, and had already fucked six weeks to Sunday, had a fantastic ass. It was round and tight, yet jiggled just a little when she shook it purposefully. It was juicy enough to give his large hands something to slap or grab on to. The dimples of Venus sat right above her crack at the base of her spine. The indentions seemed to grow and shrink with her erratic movements. Her magnolia tattoo finished off the area, right above those dimples.

With his face so close, he got a primo view. Whether he was actually looking or not was a different story. Currently, his tongue was busy lapping at her crack, sometimes focusing on her back hole. Mia loved every second. His tongue felt incredible back there, and each time it circled her anus, Mia breathed a moan into the air and out the window.

Speaking of the window, in the heat of the moment, Mia had forgotten that the entire reason they were here was to be seen and watched. Well, that wasn't completely true. It was in the back of her mind, but Kameron's tongue lashing at her asshole made her forget her own name, not to mention the audience they were now gathering. That would change, however, when his tongue began to push itself into her anus.

Mia felt the slight, wet pressure, and the slight stretch as his tongue waggled inside. At the same time, his thumb began to stroke her pussy lips from the back. When he first stripped her of her excuse for panties, her hands had gripped the handle at the door, and her head hung low. In response to how his tongue pushed inside her anus, combined with his wicked, stroking thumb, she tossed her head back and moaned deep in her chest. "God yes! Your tongue feels soooo good..." Spotting the handle on the ceiling, put in place to aid someone getting out of the car, she unfurled her fingers to grip it. The change of her arms, lifting up above her head, naturally arched her back, thrusting those big, bare breasts practically out the window. Eyes moved down and out the window, and she would finally see the commotion they were causing.

Kam would hear her sharp intake of breath, would probably feel her pussy get wetter. Her body, which had been moving in sensual undulations against his face, tongue, and thumb, jolted. Her next response would come out in a rush, on her exhale. "They can see us, Kam...fuck...they can see us... ungh...they're watching..." Mia saw people turned in their direction. Some were laughing in disbelief. Some looked outraged. Some looked riveted. Some were holding phones, most likely recording. Even if they were recording, they wouldn't catch her face. They might catch a glimpse of her full lips; open to emit her outcries, her tilted chin, the slim column of her neck; wrapped with a choker, her swaying breasts, and even the outline of her ribs along with the script tattoo that would be impossible to make out from that far away.

The lower part of her body was blocked by the closed door, but those who watched could certainly imagine what was being done to the naked mystery woman undulating in the stretch-hovercar. Right now, she was getting fingered by the sexiest man Mia had ever seen. His tongue was fucking her asshole. And her body was soaking every sensation up. The big, thick fingers that thrust in and out would be soaked in her arousal. Mia's body gripped them like they would his cock. She moved like she would if she was fucking him in a tantalizing tempo. Responded in low moans and groans as if she were fucking him, especially when he used his thumb on her clit. "Ohhh....Jesus! God...oh God...oh God!" How did he know that's what she loved? If her head were on straight, she would know that he learned it from her and the video she sent. This all happened live in front of dozens of people.

If he wasn't careful, if he continued using his tongue inside of her ass, his fingers inside of her pussy, and his thumb on her clit, she would cream. Cum in front of all those people and in the recordings that were likely to be all over the internet as soon as this was over. While that last thought was appealing, she was glad her face was was hidden. She really didn't want her face all over the internet. Wasn't wise considering who she used to be. Her body, though? Well, that was a completely different story.

Instead of making her cum with his mouth and fingers, however, Kam decided to fuck her. But he was almost frustratingly slow. He took his time removing his tongue, fingers, and thumb. She whimpered from the loss of all three, but gasped and shivered when his tongue was felt running all the way up her spine. It slid easily since all the slow fucking and intense foreplay had her coated in a layer of sweat. He was moving behind her, rising off the seat. Not only could Mia hear all the shuffling, she felt that extraordinary body heat at her back.

One of her arms moved from it place gripping the handle on the ceiling to wrap backwards around his neck. The electrifying nip to her shoulder and the rush of his breath against her damp skin indicated he was now standing as tall as he could. Even though he didn't immediately speak to her, she still hung on every word, seduced by the timber in his voice as he gave a directive to the computer. She couldn't help but laugh with him when the computer responded with what could be interpreted as a scolding. It was a computer, so it really didn't have the inflection an actual person would have in their voice. Though it was a highly-advanced system, it was still a computer.

Nevertheless, Mia responded to the computer as if the voice came from a real human. "I must disagree, computer. I quite like that he is a troublemaker. It makes life much more interesting." She squeaked in response to his nip to her ear. Groaned when he whispered inside about those that watched, liked what they saw. Fingers speared through the strands of his brown hair at the back of his head, as she playfully rubbed her ass - the same ass he had just eaten out to perfection - against his fucking huge arousal. Hmm, so the public show didn't just turn her on. "They have no idea that they are missing out on a visual feast like you. I'm sad for them."

The ability to speak was then stolen from her when he pushed inside of her once more. Gradually, Kam filled her womb with his mass. Out the window, the bewildered patrons heard a long, chesty, feminine cry. "Ohhhh...shiiit!" They could see the appearance of a big, muscular, male form behind the petite woman, but never saw his face or the incredible instrument he was currently pushing inside of her. "So big.....fuck...so good..." By the sounds she was making and the position of the man behind her, the voyers absolutely knew what they were engaged in now.

Inside the hovercar, Mia was scratching at the back of his head and neck, with both hands. He had her hips in a bruising hold, fucking her like he had never fucked her before. The lower portion of the front of her body; knees, thighs, and stomach all slammed against the door. His fingers served as a cushion for her hips. Mia couldn't move, couldn't help aid in their bodies crashing in such a violent way, so she just took it. Took the savage sex. Took the slamming against the door. Took that thick mass pistoning in and out of her at such a breakneck speed. By the time she reacted to his cock bottoming out, he was already pulled out to the tip. Then, it would begin all over again.

What she could do was ferociously wiggle, and shake. Her head rolled back and forth against his shoulder. Her nails scored down his scalp or his neck. She gnashed her teeth and she literally growled through his thrusts. She had never felt so good, fucked so aggressively before. The brutality added to the incredible pleasure she felt. Knowing she was getting fucked with an audience watching her breasts violently jiggle, watching her body willingly take such fierce treatment, heightened the already sensational moment. Her bare toes curled in the hovercar carpet.

At one point, Mia was able to pry open her eyes. Blurry vision caught sight of the people watching. Now, patrons from the inside were congregating with those outdoor diners to watch Mia get fucked. It would soon prove too much. If there was no sign of the cops, Mia would likely cum in front of her audience, before the hovercar fled from prosecution.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

“I’m done with you right now,” Denise announced after arguing with Gerald for a few minutes. She held her hand right in front of her boyfriend’s face, manicured fingers splayed, to emphasize how much she was done with him. “We’re going to have a long conversation about this when we get home, mister. But now, I’m calling the cops on these perverts.”

While Denise made the call, Gerald fumed, until he remembered why they argued in the first place: they had starkly different reactions to the people who were fucking in a parked hovercar across the street. They were really going at it, too, because the hovercar was rocking back and forth on its landing gears. Even from here, he could hear the subtle creaking of metal. The outcries from the man and the woman inside were louder, though, and far more tantalizing.

They sounded like animals, and it was hot as hell.

His frown now upside down, Gerald once again aimed his smartphone’s camera at the car and turned on the video app. “What the hell?!” he muttered when he discovered that his camera wasn’t working right—the hovercar looked like a big, gray blur. Everything else on the screen was visible: the street, the sidewalk beyond it, the street lamp directly above the vehicle. But the vehicle itself was nothing but pixels.

“Damn it, Denise! You broke my damn phone!”

Gerald and Denise resumed their argument with a 911 dispatcher on the line.
“Ma’am. Ma’am? Ma’am!” The dispatcher said through Denise’s phone, which was in her hand but not by her ear. “911 is for emergencies only. Please state your emergency. Ma’am!”

Other people who tried to record the public porn scene also discovered that the car was a pixelated splotch on their screens. But although recording devices didn’t work for some reason, their eyeballs did, so those who wanted a live sex show got one.

And what a show it was.

*****

Inside the hovercar, the closest thing to an emergency was how much Kameron wanted to continue fucking Mia and fill her up with not only his hot, heaving phallus, but also his seed. The bubbling in his balls and the building pressure near the base of his penis told him that he was getting there much quicker than anticipated.

“Ruh! Ragh! Ruh!” Naked except for the unbuttoned silk shirt draped over his shoulders, almost like a cape, he pounded Mia so powerfully, both she and the car rocked. He was hunched over her, arms wrapped around her belly, almost as though he were giving her the Heimlich maneuver, except instead of trying to dislodge something from her body, he was injecting her body with his slab of beef.

“Hngh! Look how many people there are watching you, Meeeaaah!” His eyes were shut when he said it, but he didn’t need to see to know that they had an audience. Without slowing down the pounding, he lowered his face so he could run his tongue all over her shoulders. Back and forth his licks went. Kisses were layered atop the lines of saliva, and he slurped on the back of her shoulder, around and also directly on her butterfly tattoo.

“C’mon, baby! Let’s show them your titties!” Their audience already saw plenty of her titties, so what Kameron said didn’t make much sense. Maybe he was being driven mad by lust and pleasure. Eyes now open and grinning, he stood up a little straighter. The roof of the stretch hovercar was pretty high, but not so high that the towering Hawaiian could stand to his full height, so he was barely able to stand up much straighter. He actually bumped his head against the roof, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was how wonderful it was to feel Mia milking his pistoning cock.

Both of his hands rushed around her body to grasp the titties he wanted to show off to a bunch of strangers. His fingers tried to mash her generous swells. He pushed her tits together, as well as spread them apart. He sort of juggled them, too. Kameron fondled and played with her tits like they were toys. He also pinched her nipples, and tugged on them; he tugged on them enough to stretch her breasts out a little, and when he released her nipples, her breasts snapped back into place and jiggled. The world-class stripper and her world-class rack jiggled for the viewing pleasure of many strange men, and even a few appreciative women.

Kameron actually had to pause for a moment, because fucking her this rough was exhausting. His tight ass, tree trunk-like legs, and every other part of his body were covered in sweat. He had sweated through his silk shirt. Huffing and puffing, he raised a hand and pressed it against the roof. All he needed was a few seconds to catch his breath.

“Okay, baby, here comes some more!” He grabbed Mia’s tempting, grippable hips, steadied himself, and then went right back to fucking her brains out. “UNGH YEAH!” The folks outside could hear him roar, triumphantly. Those with the sharpest hearing could even hear the nasty, wet, slapping sounds that Kameron and Mia’s sexes made each and every time they crashed together.

Kameron fucked Mia as roughly as he possibly could, and there would be no more breaks this time. From her hips, his hands moved to her arms; he grabbed her forearms or her wrists, yanked her arms back, and pulled on those while he battered her pussy with his flesh ram and slapped the back of her thighs with his swinging ball sack. All of him was so hot, especially what was inside of her, grinding against her own heated flesh. He’d continue to drill her so mercilessly, so fervidly until she creamed his cock all over again.

It would be after Mia’s orgasm that the cops would arrive. Public indecency was not high up on the LAPD’s priority list, so a ground unit was sent to investigate, rather than a flying one, which was lucky for Kameron and Mia.

Following the instructions its owner gave it, the hovercar’s computer ignited its engines once its (illegal) police communications scanner picked up chatter from an incoming squad car. Seconds later, it began to ascend. The jostling caused Kameron to fall backward onto the long seat behind him, and because he was physically fused with Mia, she got dragged along with him.

“Ohhh yeah!” He snarled through a wicked smile before clamping his mouth down on the side of her neck to kiss-suck it. The fucking went on for at least a little while longer. The angle at which his pulsing member filled her changed, and the bliss from every little motion remained oh so intense. The kissing and sucking of her neck transitioned into gnawing. He wrapped one arm around her midsection, and with his other hand he reached around her to play with her clit. Instinctively, he used what he learned in the video to touch her how she showed him.

Kameron soaked Mia’s already soaked insides with his jizz soon after. Throughout his latest soaring orgasm, his rod ground against her treasured insides; he continued to grind into her until he became too tired to move. As for the hovercar, it soared, too, high into the sky to get away from the police whose groundcar stopped in front of the diners who had gotten an unexpected sex show.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~If what Kameron was doing to Mia while Mia exposed herself to an audience was considered to be perverted, then she didn't want to be anything less. This was the most fantastic sex she had ever had. Maybe it was the fact that they - or more accurately - she was being watched by others. Maybe it was because of Kameron. How he made her feel, how beautifully he fucked her, how wonderfully they fit together. It was likely a combination of all it that made their sex in his hovercar unforgettable. At least, she would never forget this encounter.

They were wrapped around each other - Mia's arms still tightly wrapped backwards around his neck and his wrapped around her middle. Her head rested in the crook of his shoulder. She was able to stand at her full height in the hovercar since she was a bit shorter than her lover, but because her back was arched while he fucked her so hard, she was a little slumped against him. Inside, her body tightened it's grip on his shaft when he mentioned their audience. A low, chesty laugh met with his ears. That laugh quickly turned to a moan. Though she didn't have the capacity to answer with words, she was aware, so very aware that people were watching her get savagely fucked.

That same audience would see big, masculine hands begin to manipulate those tits Kameron referred to. And though he might have played with them like they were toys, Mia certainly seemed to enjoy it. She encouraged it as his tongue lashed at her shoulders, licking the sweat that had formed. His fingers pulled, tugged, or pinched her nipples. The skin he licked tingled, her breasts throbbed, pleasure shooting all throughout her body. Inside, her pussy was inundated with ecstasy from his thrusts. Over and over and over again his meat filled her to capacity. Over and over and over again she experienced erotic bliss.

He stopped for a torturous moment to rest. She would understand his reasoning for catching his breath later. She needed to feel him moving, now. So, she took the reigns, used her own body for the first time since the start of his ferocious fuck to stimulate them both. Quick, deep, sensual undulations had her body moving against his, had his cock moving, stroking the most pleasurable of spots. Mia bit her lower lip through a smile, groaning provocatively. "Hmm...ungh....mmm..." Once she found the tempo for each stroke, she stuck to it, keeping it steady. It wasn't as fast and ferocious as he had been, but with those rockin' abs of hers, she was able to move at a nice clip.

Once he caught his breath enough to procede, Mia would continue rocking to help aid the crashing and slapping. But only until he grabbed at her arms and wrists. "Yes, Kam...fuck me....fuck me!" He used them to pull her back, to jostle her. She couldn't move on her own anymore, she only felt. Along with the sounds they both made, they could hear their bodies slapping, squishing, squelching. They were both slick. Mia's sweaty bare back would slide against his equally sweaty front.

Somehow, Mia opened her eyes and caught sight of those voyers across the street. Everything culminated in that moment; the people watching, the long minutes of ferocious fucking, Kam's thick length, his hands, his mouth. Those eyes quickly closed as she directed a scream - which was punctuated by the slapping of his body against hers - out the window.

The diners would see her back bow sharply, her entire body rigid for several seconds before she began to buck wildly against her faceless lover. Heavy breasts jiggled and bounced. They would catch glimpses of her ribs as she arched her back sharply. They would even get small peeks of her navel ring as it glinted in the light of the lamp above the hovercar.

Within the car, Kameron would be the envy of every man, and possibly some of the women that watched the naughty scene. He experienced how tightly her sex gripped and convulsed around his shaft. Felt how much honey poured forth to soak him, giving him an even slicker place to glide within. He got the full brunt of her scream as it pierced the air. He felt how her entire body went stiff for a few moments, before relaxing enough so she could buck her body. Kam experienced the entire gammut of her orgasm, up close. He heard everything. Saw everything. Felt everything.

She wasn't aware that the ground unit finally showed up because her orgasm had her soaring so high, she nearly passed out. The euphoria she experienced had been so sharp, so bright that she nearly lost consciousness. She certainly had no concious thought as they fell back when the hovercar lifted off the ground to take off. She just knew that when Kam fell back into the seat, with her in his lap, the jostling of their bodies felt so good she saw stars.

Kameron continued to drive her mad by sucking, then gnawing upon her neck while fucking her from behind in the seat. She wiggled, shook, and whimpered on top of him. It's all she could do in her present state. Her skin would be all red, tingly, and marked up from his loving when they walked into the restaurant. But it was his fingers on her clit that circled, fiddled, or flicked that oversensitive nub that precipitated her next orgasm. It was too much to take.

Who knew you could die from an orgasm? Mia knew the word in french meant "little death," but there was nothing little about what was happening to her. Everything was fiery, intense, full. Her body felt as if it were going to explode. Her blood pumped hot and heavy through her veins. Gasping, for that's all she could muster, her entire world went bright white, then black. Mia Russo, the stripper from Misty's, passed out from her orgasm in Kameron's lap. It wasn't for long, maybe 30 seconds. In fact, Kam was likely so focused on his own orgasm, shooting his load inside of her that he probably didn't notice.

When Mia came to, everything was still fuzzy. Naked and soaked in sweat, she was in Kam's lap. He was still inside of her, but she felt sated. Finally sated. She also felt incredibly weak. Her legs, which had wrapped themselves around his legs, felt like jelly. Arms lay limply in her lap. It was difficult to breath, almost like she had run a marathon. Well, it had been a marathon, alright. Just a different kind.

For many minutes, Mia was quiet. She didn't move much. Physically couldn't. The back of her head rested in a spot she had found last night. This perfect spot that her head felt perfect in. It was in a place between his neck and shoulder. Nestled in that perfect spot, she listened to his heavy breathing. Basked in the heat that continued to pour off of him and surround her. Memorized what this position, back-to-front, felt like.

"Th-" Mia cleared her throat, for she croaked the first time she attempted to say something. "Ahem...thank you, Kameron. I have never, in all my life, experienced something so goddamn hot. I will never forget that." I will never forget you. It was best her last thought wasn't said out loud. What did she wanna do, scare him away? Never do this or him again? She had to pull herself together. Play it cool. Suddenly, she began giggling. Her giggles turned to laughs. As they died down, Mia wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes. "I think that is also the hardest I have ever cum in my life." So much for playing it cool.

What they had done had been so exciting, she still had energy to burn. Not right this second, however. She still needed a few minutes to get her bearings and to let the blood flow back into her jelly-like limbs. A moment for the fog to lift from her brain. But once she had time to rest, she would be ready for their actual date night. In fact, her stomach growled, indicating that it was ready to feast. It made sense considering she only ate one meal today. She couldn't wait to see what fun they could make out of their time at the restaurant.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

One LAPD officer and his robot partner showed up in their groundcar just in time to watch the hovercar take off. The robot officer tried to capture video of the car, but the camera scrambler took care of that problem, and the fake tags ensured Kameron couldn’t be identified that way, either. The car soared into the air while its two occupants soared in their own way.

Now seated with Mia on his lap, on his cock, back-to-front, Kameron was blasted to the stars thanks to his own stellar orgasm. Together with her, he howled. The computer rolled the window back up, so their screams and the other noises they made were contained in the vehicle. Within her, his phallus exploded, and her sweet, addictive body couldn’t contain every single, white drop; some of it oozed out from her cunt as she writhed on him and he ground against her a few final times before supreme, sexual satisfaction and utter exhaustion claimed them both.

Kameron may have blacked out for a moment; he wouldn’t be able to tell, for sure. He also didn’t know that Mia had blacked out. Through the fog of erotic bliss, he slowly realized that she stopped moving on top of him. He couldn’t move, either—not willingly, anyway. His chest heaved, up and down, pushing Mia up and lowering her in an erratic rhythm that gradually evened out over time. Some parts of his body shuddered while others spasmed. Sheathed within her succulent sex, his cock twitched, totally spent.

“Ohh...hungh...hungh…” Smiling, dreamily, he savored the softer, residual ecstasy that hummed throughout his body. He and Mia sat like this, recovering, for a while. The car’s computer didn’t have any new, specific instructions, so it flew up and away from the scene of Kameron and Mia’s public sex act and then entered a holding pattern just outside the Century City limits. There was no more audience, and the LAPD wouldn’t bother to send a flying unit after them for an indecency offense, so they were safe up here. They may have fucked in public, but they could rest in private.

After she came to and rediscovered her voice, Mia thanked him. The earnestness and the exhausted passion in her words made his already racing heart race a little faster, and it also made his spent cock swell for a moment.

She told him that she would never forget it. “You’re damn right you won’t.” His whisper and his laugh were both hoarse. Reaching out, his tongue tickled her earlobe and accidentally swatted at her diamond earring, too. “I’m going to keep fucking you like this for as long as I live.” Kameron was now addicted to Mia. Not only did he have no intention whatsoever of leaving her, he wouldn’t ever let her leave him without one hell of a fight.

Mia began to giggle and then laugh out of control. Still experiencing the tail end of his orgasmic high, he couldn’t help but join her. The interior of the vehicle was thus filled with their laughter, rather than their ecstatic groans or wails. Eventually, the laughter eased, and when that happened, he began to run his fingernails up and down the front of her thighs or along her sides. The scratching was feather-light and persistent.

She mentioned how she thought that was the hardest she had ever cum. “Yeah,” he swallowed and paused to gather saliva in his dry mouth. “That was one for the history books.” The hardest he had ever cum was with her last night, or in the shower that morning. It was like every new sexual experience with Mia was way better than anything he had experienced before.

Even after several minutes of recovery, his mind still felt fuzzy, his entire body ached, and he could barely move. Yet in spite of how drained he was (drained in more ways than one), he still desired her. Sure, there was no way he could fuck her again, not so soon. But he still wanted and needed to touch her and taste her. So he pressed one hand against her tight tummy while the other hand cupped one of her breasts from underneath.

“Give me a kiss, baby.” The back of Mia’s head rested against that spot that felt perfect to him; all she had to do was turn her head and he’d take care of the rest. He would be the one to stretch his neck in order to claim her mouth with his. With a gentle passion, he drank her kiss. Their tongues and breaths both swirled around with each other.

“Mmm hrmm…” Everything he did with Mia was so spectacular, it defied comprehension, and making out with her like this—with her sweaty back sticking to his sweaty front, his rod spreading her open, and both of them reeling from what they did to each other—had quickly become one of his favorite things, ever. They made out in this perfect way for a long time.

Eventually, he leaned Mia to the side so he could press his lips to her tattooed skin and drag his tongue along her ribs. That was as far as he went, though, for through its aches and fatigue, his body reminded him that it could do no more. Even his dick hurt, in a good way. Not only that, but he heard Mia’s stomach growl, which reminded him of their reservation, which they were really late for.

With extreme reluctance, the two lovers eventually managed to separate their bodies. Kameron expected Mia to protest like she had before, but if she didn’t he wouldn’t be surprised. He couldn’t believe how much and how passionately they fucked in such a short amount of time, and time apart—as in having their sex organs apart—for at least a little while would be a good thing.

They then began to get dressed. Kameron still had his shirt draped over his muscle-heavy arms—the garment was wrinkled up and soaked with sweat. His teal pants were piled on the floor and had previously been stained by Mia’s arousal. His matching jacket got through the fucking fine, since he had tossed it aside early on. None of that was no problem, though, because underneath the long seat against the right side of the vehicle was a hidden compartment where he kept a couple extra shirts and pants in case he needed them, like now. The shirts were cotton, not silk, but that was fine. The pants were black or navy blue, which was also fine—black went with almost everything, after all.

“Computer, any sign of the cops?” I really have to give my computers actual names...something to match the voices.

“No, Kam. The coast is clear.” The system’s personality was programmed to use colloquialisms and other things to make it sound more alive.

“Good. Okay, get us to João’s, please.” Immediately, the car complied, so he warned Mia, “Hang on to something, we’re about to turn.” There were handles on the ceiling and on the sides for her to hold onto. Of course, she already knew that, since she used those handholds while he fucked her. He grabbed one of the handles, and there were plenty of others for Mia to use.

After the turn, Kameron put on a fresh pair of black pants. Next, he began to switch his sweaty, silk shirt for a fresh, cotton button-up. His eyes and his smile were on Mia as he dressed. Watching her get dressed was almost as hot as taking her clothes off. Almost.

“João’s stays open until 1am,” he told her. “So even though we’re really late, we can still take our time, eating. Besides, he owes me a favor or ten. If I asked him to keep his place open for just you and me, he would.” What Kameron did not tell her is that João’s was not only a favorite spot of Night Sky officers, but it was also one of the criminal organization’s many fronts. Kameron had no intention of telling Mia what his real business was, just like he had no intention of ever leaving her.

It should have been obvious to him that those two intentions would eventually come to a head, but in his dreamy state, it did not occur to him.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Already, in the short amount of time that Mia had known Kam, she had the sense that he would keep her safe from harm. In whatever capacity that may be. She had no worries that the cops might have been called while they fucked. Was secure in the fact that they wouldn't get in trouble. In fact, thoughts of the cops didn't even cross her mind, because she knew that Kameron would take care of it, would take care of her in any situation. That could end up being dangerous, because in a world without worry of consequences, things could easily get out of control.

However, her kind of breaking the rules never crossed that hard line of no return. And if she was comfortable with what she did, could live with herself at the end of the day, that was all that mattered. Kam was a different story. Mia wasn't quite sure what he was into, but it intruiged her. The dangerous, bad-boy thing looked really, really good on him. Many men tried to act like bad-asses, but that's all it was, an act. With Kam, Mia knew it wasn't an act. Just like she knew she could trust him, and he would protect her.

The recovery period for what had just occured would last a while, for the both of them. Not only had both of them passed out, albeit briefly, the energy they expelled to fuck like they had, required some rest time. Mia was limp like a noodle. Covered in sweat and a mixture of their cum. She was lifted by his erratic breathing, but likely didn't notice since she was trying to regulate her own.

Kameron's reply to Mia thanking him, telling him she would never forget that moment made her laugh. Of course his ego would swell. However, he certainly deserved every bit of the praise she offered. What she wasn't expecting was his next statement. It gutted her. Mia knew that sometimes people said things in a passionate moment and didn't necessarily mean them. But when he told her he was going to fuck her like this as long as he lived, she believed every single word of it. For some reason, when he said it, it didn't sound like an empty promise. And that scared the hell out of her. Never had thoughts of forever crossed her mind with any men she had been with. Until him. With Kam, she wanted more and more time. More and more sex. More and more him. More and more.

His comment made her giddy, which is why she giggled. Perhaps that was the only thing that kept her from thinking too seriously on what his words actually meant. On what the drop in her own stomach meant when she heard them. To top it off, she was still flying high from their performance in front of the diners. Together they laughed, until tears ran down her cheeks. Slowly, they began to settle, and Mia could feel the soothing scratching of his nails upon her skin. Goose-bumps rose on her legs and sides, anywhere his nails scratched.

Trapped in this cocoon of comfort, Mia basked in the moment. Atop him, she was surrounded in his heat. There was so much of him, it felt like he wrapped around her like a big, muscular blanket. Her eyes stayed closed while he touched her, even when one hand pressed into her stomach, and the other lifted her breast. "Mmm..." He would see her smile when he asked for a kiss. Her head rolled on his shoulder so he could reach her lips. Kam would have to do the rest, because Mia kept her eyes closed and awaited his kiss.

When it came, she moaned softly into his mouth. Their lips moved leisurely, yet with a passion that was so new to her. Not because she had never experienced passion with anyone else, but because the things she felt, even in a soft kiss with Kam, blew every other kiss with every other guy out of the water. One hand rose, weakly, so the back of her fingers could tenderly caress the side of his face. The hair from his beard tickled her skin, a feeling she enjoyed. Another feeling she enjoyed was the tickling of that beard at her ribs as he moved her to the side to kiss her there. A breathy laugh accompanied her welcoming sigh.

The seperation of their bodies was the only negative of their time together tonight. It was one of those unfortunate things that had to happen. They couldn't stay joined together forever, though it did sound appealing. Unlike the previous times Kameron pulled himself from her depths, Mia didn't try to fight for him to stay within. Much like the previous encounters, she complained when he pulled out. Only this time, the sounds she made were quite feeble and pathetic. It was all his fault for fucking her so well. So completely. She couldn't even properly express her disappointment.

Off of his lap, Mia took a moment to take stock of everything. She didn't need to look in the mirror to know that her hair was a mess. She could feel that some of the pins dislodged. One of her braids hung over shoulder. The hair closest to her head was wet with sweat. There was no use in attempting to fix it. It was beyond repair. No matter. Mia took out all the pins, undid the braids, and finger-combed through her tresses. Her long locks had great body, so it looked just as good falling down her back and over her shoulders than it did up and styled.

Next, it was time to put on her dress. The silver, sequined fabric could take a bit if a beating, so even though it ended up rumpled on the floor of the car, it wasn't worse for the wear. While Kam rifled through his secret compartment, looking for clean, unstained clothing, she moved to the back seat - where their evening began - picked up her dress, and gave it a quick once-over. No stains, no tears, and it didn't wrinkle. Looked just like new.

Before she put it back on, Kam gave the computer the directive to head to the restaurant. After his warning, she grabbed a handle above her head to prepare for the turn. Once they were on the heading to the restaurant, she could stand up and slip on her dress.

Though the higher ceiling afforded Mia the room to stand up, she decided to remain seated. Her legs still felt like jelly and were unreliable, especially since they were moving. Instead, she remained seated, with the perfect view of her now naked lover. They watched each other as they dressed. For Mia, it was disappointing to see all that flesh disappear. Other than his chest, she hadn't seen him fully naked tonight, until now. He put on his pants first, tucking that weapon of a cock away, for now.

Next, and most disappointing of all, he put on and buttoned a new shirt. Goodbye to all that flesh, all those bulging muscles, that incredibly sexy ink. Though she was sad to see all that bare skin go, the package, all wrapped up in a fitted shirt, looked delicious, too. Kam was gorgeous, in and out of clothing. She was pretty sure women, and probably some men, stared at him hungrily everywhere he went. Wanted exactly what she had for two nights in a row; that sexy man's sole attention on her.

Which was exactly what she had as she slipped on her dress. And Mia took full advantage of that by keeping her eyes on his. A flirtatious smile played at her lips. Putting on her dress became a show. It was already unzipped, so she placed her bare feet inside, and pulled. Slowly, the fabric began to move up her legs, over her hips, up her stomach, and breasts. There was much wiggling, leaning forward, or lifting of her pelvis to get the fabric all the way up. Once it was on, she scoot her butt forward on the seat and leaned forward to reach her zipper. Because most of her back was exposed, it zipped low, which meant easy access for her fingers. Panties were left on the floorboard of the hovercar, unless Kam picked them up to keep them as a souvenir.

Dress back on and in place, she searched for her shoes. Kam began to explain that João owed him many favors, so their tardiness shouldn't affect their ability to have a nice meal. Finding one shoe on the seat next to her, she slid it on her foot as she laughed. "Something tells me there aren't many people in this town that don't owe you some kind of favor. Or ten." Mia found her other shoe on the floorboard next to the seat. She put that one on and said, "I've heard of João’s, have always wanted to go, but have never had the opportunity. Not only am I excited to try it, I'll get to show off my arm candy. I can imagine all the women are going to want to scratch my eyes out when they see me walk in with you." The last was said jokingly, though she meant it.

Another search yielded her purse. It was a small clutch the same color silver as the rest of her outfit. Inside was her phone, lipstick, and a compact with mirror. Mia opened the compact and used the puff to cover any shiny spots on her face that might have appeared from all the sweating she had done. Kam would notice her well-manicured fingernails were painted silver as she touched up her lipstick. Yes, it was smear-proof, but with all their kissing, the color had faded, just a little.

Once she finished touching up her face, Mia crossed one bare, shapely leg over the other. Other than the change in her hair, she looked exactly the same as she did when he came to her door earlier. There was no proof that they had done anything physical. Actually, that wasn't true. There were several little, red, love-marks on her neck, shoulders, and the spot where her neck and shoulder met. It was proof that they had done some serious necking, but no one would see what he had done to her beneath her dress.

Mia's body felt deliciously sore. Her inner-thighs and pussy were still sticky from the mixture of their cum she didn't clean up. In a dirty way, she loved that she felt the evidence of him between her legs. When they walked into the restaurant and to their table, she would secretly know what the man could do to her. And what she could do to him.

Unless he moved to the back seat to sit next to her, they would not touch again until they exited the hovercar. Maybe they chatted until they landed at their destination. Mia certainly began to wonder why, exactly, João would owe Kameron. Maybe Kam found the restaurant space for him? Or maybe Kam helped him in some other questionable way? She would make a point to ask when they got to the restaurant. She would also make a point to thoroughly enjoy every moment with Kam, in any way she could when they got to the restaurant.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Mia got dressed quicker than Kameron did. However, once he was dressed, he looked ready for a night on the town. Sure, he was sore as hell in all the right places, and he felt the effects of a taxing day, but on the outside he appeared pretty fresh. His thick, lengthy, dark brown hair was messed up and a little sticky with sweat, but combing his fingers through it and then shaking it out like a lion shakes its mane fixed it right up. That was it; he was good to go. So while Mia fixed her hair and touched up her makeup, he watched her, his gaze still smoldering, but at a softer intensity than before.

He picked up her g-string, which she obviously did not intend to wear into the restaurant. The message that was sent was received, loud and clear. He lay the skimpy garment onto the side seat—if Mia picked it up later, fine, but if not, then he would, indeed, keep it as a souvenir.

There were outlines of small, refrigerated compartments against the hovercar’s left side. Kameron pressed a button, and one of the panels whispered open, releasing a hint of cool mist. He reached in, pulled out a couple of bottled waters, and placed one into a cup holder next to Mia. Taking the seat next to her, he twisted the cap off his bottle then took a long swig. The water felt refreshingly arctic going down, which was precisely what he needed, for fucking Mia was not only fantastic, but dehydrating, too.

She told him she suspected there were a lot of people around town who owned him favors, which made him smile while he still had a mouth full of water. After swallowing, he replied, “No, there aren’t that many who owe me. But the ones who do owe me big, and João’s one of them.” He dropped the half-empty bottle into a cup holder beside him.

Next, Mia mentioned how she looked forward to showing him off as her new arm candy, which got him to chuckle. “So you’re only going out with me for my looks? Pssh. Fine. I’ll be the best goddamn arm candy in the whole place.”

Speaking of arms, he draped one of his around Mia’s bare shoulders. He didn’t try to make any other moves, at first—he just wanted to be near her and touch her while she finished with her makeup. The grip of the hand on her shoulder was gentle yet possessive, and the intensity of his gaze was raised a notch or two as he stared at her. “I want to kiss you, but I don’t want to mess up your lipstick.

“I know...Give me your tongue.” If Mia extended her tongue, Kameron would kiss the tip of it. They could then playfully tickle each other’s tongue tips. It wouldn’t last very long, but it was enough to satisfy him, for now.

When the hovercar began its easy descent, they could feel it, see it, and hear it, too. There was a noticeable shift in the sound of the engine and thrusters when the vehicle transitioned from cruise mode to landing mode. Below, tall buildings (none of which were megabuildings in the neighborhood of Century City) gradually approached. One of those buildings was their destination, and although it was shorter than the buildings around it, it was still easy to spot, because the name “João’s” was projected into the air above it in gigantic letters. Periodically, an animated hologram of Brazilian cattle would appear out of thin air, meander around the floating text, and then disappear.

The building was only two stories tall, and whoever designed it must have really liked glass, because it looked vaguely like a greenhouse. From the outside, they could see many tables draped in white on both the first and second floor. Almost every table was occupied, even at this late hour. The parking structure was also packed, but there was an open landing pad, so the car set down without any hesitation.

Before stepping out of the vehicle, Kameron gazed into Mia’s eyes and said, “You look like a star. You’ll be the envy of every woman there…

“...until they see how you eat.” A twinkle of mischief was in his eye, and the grin that spread across his face was playful. Kameron expected that quip to earn him an elbow to the gut or something like that. He could take it.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Men. All they had to do was run their fingers through their hair, put on a couple of clean articles of clothing, and they looked great and ready to go. Or maybe that was just Kameron. He looked like so much like that lion he emulated when he shook out his hair. He looked big, strong, and ready to take down his prey, which happened to be her.

She felt clunky as he watched her touch up her makeup. It didn't look like she was clunky, he just unnerved her. In the best way possible. By the time she reapplied her lipstick, Kameron had grabbed a couple bottles of water, swigged half of his, and set one for her in the cupholder. Mia thanked him as he sat beside her, and immediately she could feel his body-heat. Mmm....she could just rub herself against him like a cat. But that may or may not delay them any more than they already were, so she decided against it, for now.

Like Kameron, Mia swigged about half of the refreshing water down before capping it, and placing it back into the cupholder. They began to chat soon after about João and arm candy. First, she considered what he said about not many people owing him, but those who did, owed him big. Hmm...well, that could mean a myriad of things, especially since his business was all about connections and deals. His legitimate business. She was starting to suspect he was involved in "other" kinds of business.

Next, they talked about arm candy. More specifically, how Kameron was her arm candy. She laughed when he "complained" that she was going out with him because of his looks. While he happened to be the sexiest man she had ever been out with, and while it was their fierce attraction to each other that started this whole thing, she wasn't out with him only because of his looks. She sensed he felt the same way about her, but it was still fun to joke and play around.

"Of course I'm going out with you for your looks! That and your other....assets. But that's it. I'm totally not into you for your mind. That would be crazy talk!" She was being playful, and sarcastic, obviously.

Mia burrowed into his side when he put his arm around her shoulders. Damn, he felt good. Strong. Perfect holding her close to him in such a way. Sweetly, he told her he wanted to kiss her, but not mess up her lipstick. While it was smear-proof, she had just reapplied. The thought was considerate, nontheless. Instead, he requested her tongue, which she willingly stuck out.

The kiss to her tongue was again, sweet, but in a sensual way. Their tongue-tips played and tickled for a few moments. Mia slowly, teasingly circled her tongue-tip around his before licking the underside. It was a fun, little intimate act that kept things simmering, yet didn't get out of control.

The change in the sound of the thrusters had Mia gazing out the window. What she said earlier about wanting to eat at João’s was the truth. She was excited. Mia saw nothing but full tables through the windows. The unavailability of tables and the full parking lot gave the impression that it was hopping, and that there wasn't any immediate availability. Even so, Mia knew there would be a table waiting for them as soon as they walked inside. The fact that they, according to Kam, would get VIP treatment was addicting. There was always a hierarchy, even if the naive wanted to believe in equal treatment. Money, power, and position changed all that. And while she hated to admit it, it felt pretty damn good when she was treated like a queen. When she benefitted from such treatment.

The hovercar landed, and Mia looked up to Kam before they exited. She couldn't help but smile brilliantly when he told her she looked like a star. Though Mia knew that she had looks, it still felt really good when she was told as much. Especially by someone like Kam. His compliment made her heart skip a beat. Her pulse fluttered in her throat. She was about to lean forward to kiss him when he joked that she would be the envy of every woman there, until they saw her eat.

The statement gave her pause before she barked out a single laugh. Kam had only seen her eat one meal, and already it made an impression. Without stopping to think, Mia raised a dark eyebrow, smiled playfully, and responded. "They'll sure as hell be envious of that, too. It'll bother every single one of them that I look like this, and can still pack away food like a guy." And that's how she liked it. Mia had never been one to get along well with other women. She tried, but the women she met just didn't like her. Mia had grown up wealthy, and it showed. She spoke well and held herself in a certain manner. But she was also brutally honest, and could become really aggressive when she felt attacked. So if any women she interacted with got catty, Mia tended to put them in their place quickly.

They exited the car, Mia behind Kameron, and she took the opportunity to pay him back for his quip. She wasn't offended at all. In fact, she found it hilarious that the one meal they shared together affected him to the point where he teased her. However, that didn't mean he didn't deserve comeuppance.

As he bent to move out the door, Mia used her hand to caress his ass. After a brief squeeze to his taut backside, she sneakily slid her hand down between his legs, and around to the front to cup him from behind. To do this, she had to plaster the front of her body to the back of his. This also put her mouth close to one of his ears. A teasing tickle was given to his lobe by the tip of her tongue before she whispered hotly inside. "Besides, I got no complaints about my appetite from you last night when I had your big, fat cock down my throat, drinking down all of your cum." She gave a light squeeze of his oversized package before her hand fell away.

With a naughty laugh, she would step away from his body so he could exit the car, Mia stepping out of the car after him. If he retaliated, it would have to be outside of the car. Or inside the restaurant. Either way, she would take whatever he doled out. The look of challenge in her sparkling, chocolate-colored eyes said it all. Game on, Kameron.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Kameron expected an elbow to the gut, but what he got instead was a hand to his crotch. The only thing he had done was poke fun at her a little, and Mia immediately turned it into a sexual challenge that completely caught him by surprise.

He had one foot out of the hovercar when Mia touched his rock-hard buttocks, then reached around, gripped his package, and plastered herself to his back. “Hrk!” Shocked into stillness, the only part of his body that had no problem moving was his dick, which came back to life in her hand, pushing against his underwear, trousers, and her palm. A lovely thrill raced up his spine when Mia licked his ear, as well as whispered into it, reminding him of how she had used her lack of a gag reflex to suck him off so wondrously last night.

He regained the ability to move after she let go of him. He practically stumbled out of the car the rest of the way, giving her room to slip out. There was a dare in her eyes that, though unspoken, was still received loud and clear.

Kameron laughed. “Goddamn, you don’t play around.” He was too shaken to figure out how to retaliate here in the parking / landing structure. Instead he adjusted the front of his pants so they didn’t feel quite so damn tight.

I’ll get her back, inside.

For now, he offered Mia his arm. “You’re hungry, right? Time to be each other’s arm candy and get some food.” After Mia took his arm, the two of them exited the parking structure and approached João’s.

The pavement and the buildings around the restaurant were painted in the green and yellow light of the giant holographic sign floating above, but once they stepped through the sliding glass doors in the front, the hologram light was replaced by the softer, more intimate lighting of the restaurant’s interior. Suspended from the ceiling were a multitude of pleasantly glowing, yellow-white orbs. There were many conversations being had within, and yet there was an almost hushed quality to them—perhaps the mood lighting persuaded all these diners to keep their voices down.

The lobby was small, and it had a couple of cushioned benches to the left and right that presently only had one person seated on it, checking her phone. Past the benches and lobby plants was the hostess’s podium, and past that were rows and rows of tables and booths.. A pretty, dark-skinned woman with purple hair in a long ponytail and a tight but professional-looking maroon dress looked up from her podium and smiled at Kameron and Mia as they approached.

“Boa noite. Welcome to João’s.” She spoke with a light Brazilian accent. It looked like she was about to say something, but she cut herself off. “Ah, Mr. Alualua. João has been expecting you. We’ve reserved a booth by the window for you and your guest—is that acceptable?”

“Não faz mal,” Kameron responded. “Obrigado.” He knew which booth the hostess was referring to—it was the booth that was prioritized for Night Sky earners, and it would do just fine for what he and Mia had in mind for dinner entertainment.

The hostess’s smile broadened before she turned to a waiter standing nearby. “Please take Mr. Alualua and his guest to 37.” Kameron and Mia followed the waiter to their table on the second story, passing by many others along the way.

There was no shortage of rich, beautiful people in the restaurant tonight. Several were celebrities that Kameron instantly recognized. At one table was the actress Ming-Zhu Vallejo, who was pushing 70 but still looked like she was in her 30’s thanks to genetic engineering and cybernetics. In the 2040’s, she was one of the very first A-list actors to have visible cybernetic implants and still land lead roles. Many credited her with playing a major role in the mainstream acceptance of visible cybernetics. Vallejo had an entourage of five seated around her, and among them was Hitoshi Mori, the celebrated virtual reality game designer. Mori pushed to have Vallejo star in his latest game, Freefall XI, and rumor had it they had become good friends ever since. Seeing the two of them dining together confirmed the rumors.

Three tables down was the pop star Seren DPT, who didn’t only look like a teenager, but actually was a teenager. Many people found her attractive, but Kameron thought she looked a little too much like a large-eyed pixie.

There were several other celebrities whom Kameron and Mia passed by. There was another big-name actor, although he was famous on Broadway rather than the big screen. There was a famous composer of robo-orchestral music. There were a slew of fashion models, which Kameron was surprised to see at a restaurant known for sizable portions. And even though he didn’t know who everyone else was, Kameron figured that if they were eating at João’s when it was packed, they must have been made of money.

Just about everyone in the restaurant that night was physically beautiful. With so many actors, models, on-stage performers, and people rich enough to afford the best physical trainers and surgeons, there was plenty of eye candy packed into one place. But the sweetest eye candy of them all were the criminal and the stripper walking arm-in-arm to their second-story window table. Kameron and Mia not only looked gorgeous together, they also looked like they owned the place. So many eyes were on them—some of those gazes were salacious, others were jealous, and the rest were somewhere in between.

The two new lovers arrived at their table. The table was circular and draped in a long, white cloth. The c-shaped booth seat wrapped around most of it; it was big enough for four people, but since there were only two of them, Kameron and Mia could either sit across from or beside one another. After they took their seats, the waiter pressed a button on a small, round electronic unit attached to the table, and two holographic menus floated in front of each of them; they could scroll through the menu by swiping the air.

The waiter went over the evening’s specials. João’s was, of course, most famous for its steaks, which were made with either real, Brazilian beef, or synthetic beef grown in a protein farm located somewhere in the open, rolling lands between Los Angeles and San Francisco. There were vegan options, but even many of those were made to look, smell, and taste like steak.

“Order whatever you’d like, baby,” Kameron told Mia with a smile. “You covered dinner last night, so tonight it’s my turn.” He ordered a Zinfandel, unless she wanted a different wine, or another type of drink, entirely.

The waiter left to retrieve their drink orders and to give them time to decide on their orders. But before he did, he told them that João would stop by some time tonight. Would the owner's visit complicate Kameron's and Mia's fun? They would find out, soon.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~As the two lovers walked, arm-in-arm from the hovercar to the sliding doors of João’s, Mia couldn't help but savor Kameron's reaction to her retaliation. She would find any excuse to touch his incredible ass, it just happened to work out perfectly that she could grab his package, too. He had stilled, completely, except for his cock, which immediately reacted and hardened to her touch. She had been tempted, so tempted to let her touch linger, or to run her palm up and down his hardening length, but figured the touch itself was enough of a powerful statement.

It had also been quite amusing to watch him stumble out of the car. She had slipped out with ease. Well, she made it look easy even though her own privates were tingling. Mia merely shrugged, the mischievous look still within her eyes in response to his comment about not playing around. Nearly laughed when he adjusted his pants. And took his offered arm without another word when he suggested they get to the restaurant. As they walked, Mia knew that Kam was not going to forget about what she did in the hovercar. She was quite sure the cogs in his mind were already turning, and that he would likely seek retribution inside the restaurant. She couldn't wait.

Once they stepped inside, the scene at the hovercar was nearly forgotten. Nearly. For a few moments, Mia was dazzled by the decor of the restaurant. The light was soft, and intimate. She loved the setup. And it smelled absolutely divine. Her stomach gave another soft growl, and she was glad for the voice of the hostess drowning out the sound. She didn't know Portuguese. Was surprised and impressed to learn that Kam spoke it. It was yet another interesting facet of Kam she was glad to have learned.

As they followed the waiter to their table, Mia discretely took stock of the other diners, most of whom were incredibly rich or famous. Rich and famous people didn't really impress her. Maybe it was because she grew up within the company of the wealthy and powerful. However, she could appreciate them. They were rich, famous, or powerful for a reason. And while that could be respected, it didn't mystify her to the point that she would do silly things to get their attention, like it did others.

Like one of the first tables they passed. Instantly, she recognized Ming-Zhu Vallejo. Her mother had seen every movie she had been in, practically worshipped the woman. A small smile tugged at her lips at the thought of her mother finding out that Mia had been mere feet away from her idol, a woman Mia could care less about. Not that she could call her mother up and tell her.

The Broadway actor was another face she recognized, since her brother, James was just as obsessed with the man as her mother was with Ming-Zhu Vallejo. She couldn't wait to speak to him next week to throw in his face that she had seen him, up close, and in the flesh without paying the exhorbitant ticket price to get into the show he was currently starring in. Though, she imagined the bill at the end of their evening tonight would surpass the price of a Broadway ticket.

They continued walking, arm-in-arm, both looking gorgeous, and garnering more and more attention. In a room full of the rich, beautiful, and powerful, it gave Mia quite a rush to have many of their eyes upon the both of them. While she could care less what they thought of her, it still felt good to have their attention. To command such an audience.

The looks they got ran the gamut. What entertained Mia the most, were the obvious looks of jealousy from both men and women. There were women jealous of Mia looking the way she did, and on the arm of a guy like Kam. And there were men that looked at Kam the same way for escorting a girl that looked like Mia to dinner. Mia winked at a table of really pretty super-models, just to piss them off. They gave sighs of disgust, to which Mia just smiled. That little interaction had been way too fun.

Chin elegantly tilted upwards, as if she hadn't a care in the world, she gave Kam's muscular arm a little squeeze, her chocolate gaze lifting to glance his way. The squeeze was a silent acknowledgement that she knew and more than enjoyed that all eyes were upon them both.

Once at their table, Mia thanked the waiter, and slid in right next to Kam, so close their legs touched. There would be no across-sitting tonight. After the waiter went over the specials, and brought up their holographic menus, Mia began to scroll. She had always hated how women would order something stupid and small, like a salad, when their date took the time and made the effort to plan a nice dinner. It seemed so disrespectful to the poor guy who wanted to impress the girl on his arm and show her a good time.

That would not be happening tonight. That would not be happening ever. Kam had already seen how she packed food away, and even if he hadn't, she wasn't going to hide who she really was. Well, at least her personality. The whole Caputo identity thing was entirely different. Especially since she wasn't technically a Caputo anymore. So really, she wasn't hiding herself at all. Or being completely hypocritical.

Kam told her to order whatever she wanted, and she decided to take him up on that. As she scanned the menu, she said, "I am going to order a big, juicy steak, with a side of au gratin potatoes. That should really piss off those anorexic models that gave me the stink-eye on the way in. Bread, we also need bread. Oh, and we are definitely having dessert. I might even order my own." She directed a playful, flirty smile up at him before giving the closest leg to hers a squeeze. "I certainly burned enough calories in your hovercar, alone, to account for dinner, so I am going to live it up."

The wine he ordered was perfect, so she wouldn't order anything different for herself. Once she settled on what she wanted to eat, she focused her attention on Kam. "Are you fluent in Portuguese? I must say, I thought you were sexy before Mr. Real Estate, but I find a guy that can speak multiple languages, fascinating. Do you speak any others?" The hand that squeezed his leg remained, slowly moving up and down his thigh. Fingers made nonsensical little circles or designs. Surprisingly, she wasn't purposely trying to distract him or turn him on. Once she put her hand on his body to touch him, she just couldn't stop. It was apart of that addiction she had to him.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

The fact that Mia chose to slide right up against Kameron instead of across from him was greatly appreciated. The sides of their legs touched, and even though his pants prevented flesh-to-flesh contact, that touch was still more than enough to make his member surge. Her perfume and her heat had driven him wild in the car, and now he had to concentrate in order to maintain his calm here among so many diners.

The window was behind them, and in front of them, beyond their table, were a little over a dozen other tables. There were no movie or Broadway stars, pop stars, or supermodels up here on the restaurant’s second level—none that Kameron recognized, anyway. There were two women seated with a man, and all three may have been supermodels.

Mia’s hotter than they are. Easily.

For the most part, the diners seated at this level were noticeably older than the ones downstairs. There was more gray hair, but not too much, since this was a place and an age where every sign of age could be easily hidden. Anyone who went gray chose to do so. Kameron guessed that the celebrities wanted to stay downstairs, where it was busier and more people could look at them. Up here, there were fewer tables, and the atmosphere was a bit more intimate because of it.

Kameron figured out how to keep his cool with Mia so close to him. He chuckled in response to Mia’s dessert joke. “I’ve got a sweet tooth, so you’re damn right you’re ordering your own dessert.” His tone was as playful as hers.

It was a little difficult taking his eyes off her face, but he had to in order to browse the holographic menu. The last time he was at João’s was a couple of months ago (he’s been busier than usual, lately), and although he remembered the menu items he had tried and liked, a few items had changed. His gaze hovered over the synth meat section, which had been expanded since his last visit.

“You know, the synth meat they serve here is probably the best I’ve ever tasted. It really tastes like steak. Order whatever you want, of course, but I’m actually going to get a synth beef ancho.” Beef ancho was João’s term for a ribeye steak. Like the meat, the bone of the “ribeye” was synthetic and attached to the meat by the protein growers that supply the restaurant.

Mia mentioned that she was going to get potatoes as a side dish. “They season their potatoes with garlic. I’m not the biggest fan of garlic, so to me, I think they go a little heavy with it. Maybe you’ll like it, though.

“There are two sides you won’t find in most other restaurants: farofa and polenta.” Kameron swiped at the hologram, which caused images of the two dishes to enlarge and float above the middle of their table. Farofa, a staple of Brazilian meals, was yuca flour sautéed with bacon, sausage and light seasonings. The holo image was of a small bowl of light brown flour covered in bits of red and green. Polenta was cornmeal mush shaped into strips and fried until the strips became crispy and golden. In the image, the polenta were piled on a platter, and they looked sort of like fat french fries. White flakes of parmesan cheese were sprinkled onto them.

“I always get either the farofa or fried polenta when I’m here.” He was still browsing the menu when he was reminded of something. “Ah, and of course there’s their caramelized bananas. They make them so sweet, here, I wonder why they don’t serve them as dessert. When I first tried them, I was surprised by how well they went with steak.” He grinned. “I still prefer to save the ‘sweet’ for dessert, so I don’t order them often. They are delicious, though.

“Order every side dish if you want. Give them all a try.”

Every side dish, on their own, cost over 30 credits. Since a typical combo meal at a fast food restaurant was about 10 credits, that meant that the cost of a single João side could cover dinner for a family of three at a place like Magical Marv’s or Mega McDonald’s. As for the entrees, there were none that cost less than 100 credits, and the 100 credit option was basically chowder.

The waiter stopped by with a tray. On the tray were a pitcher of cool water, four glasses—two for water, and two for the wine he would deliver later—and a basket of bread, all of which he unloaded onto the table with professional grace. “I’ll be back with your wine, and I will take your orders then.” He smiled at them before stepping away.

Mia would discover that the bread rolls were cheesy, and they were made with yuca flour, like the farofa. Kameron waited for Mia to take a roll before he took one, as well. He didn’t realize it in the car, because they were too busy loving on each other, but once he entered the restaurant, and once his nostrils were pleasantly assailed by the scents of Brazilian cooking, his stomach rumbled. The cheesy bread rolls kept the rumbling in check, for now.

The bread was immediately forgotten, however, when Mia squeezed his thigh, and then stroked it, up and down. He nearly spit out the bread in his mouth, but instead he swallowed and put down the little piece he had in his hand.

She had asked him if he spoke other languages. The fact of the matter was he had a cerebral implant that helped him with linguistics, but he didn’t mention it, nor did he mention he had a few other augmentations that were more or less required for his real line of work. Cybernetics wasn’t a sexy subject, after all, and when Kameron looked into Mia’s eyes, he thought he saw a sexual challenge there. He didn’t want to ruin the mood.

“I speak a few,” he said, his voice a little shaky and his cock straining against his trousers. Behind the curtain of their table’s cloth, he placed a large hand on Mia’s bare leg. He gave it a single, sustained squeeze, before caressing the inside of her thigh with the pads of his pointer and middle fingers. The caress was continuous, circular, and over time it reached further and further up her thigh.

“There are things I want to do to you on this table that would get me arrested,” he admitted. His eyes were right on hers.

The two of them fucked each other with their gazes, and someone else actually noticed—a woman seated a couple tables saw Kameron and Mia’s intense staredown and whispered, “Oh my…” Her husband asked her if she said something, but she brushed it off.

Someone who did not notice what Kameron and Mia were doing was the waiter with terrible timing but a job to do. Perhaps he didn’t notice because his attention was on not dropping the bottle of expensive wine cradled in his arm, almost like a baby. “Mr. Alualua, here is the Zinfandel you ordered.” The waiter presented the bottle of wine as he was trained to do. There was a short spiel that went along with the presentation.

Smiling, Kameron reluctantly took his eyes off Mia to watch the presentation, but he was barely listening. He did not take his fingers off Mia’s smooth, toned thigh, however. Even though had touched her and done so much more to her in the ride over here, he couldn’t stop touching her under her skirt and the table. His warm fingers reached dangerously close to her pussy lips, which had nothing covering them, since her g-string was left in the car.