Hotel chronicles

I am living on my own with a roommate, who even I have to admit is a hot girl. So I come home from work early one day and am hella horny and decide that I'm going to take care of business myself. I go to my room and close the door, but I don't lock it because my roommate isn't supposed to be home for an hour or so. Well I open up my little drawer of fun and pull out two toys... one's a straight dildo and the other is a dildo with like a rabit's head so the ears play with the clit. I'm not sure which one I want to start with so I decide to look for something to jump start my mind. Well i thought about logging onto the net to look at some erotic stories, but I remembered that my laptop was in my roommate's room.

So I go to her room, dressed in only a teeshirt that barely covers my ass. While in there looking for my laptop, i come across her porn collection. I am shocked to see that the titles are mostly girl on girl action or girl on girl with guy action. Feeling guilty for snooping in her room I turn to leave and decide to take a video... I just grabbed the closest one without even looking at the title.

I return to my room and pop in the tape. So I popped in the tape and on my screen come two girls who are "practicing" dancing. It looks more like they are freaking each other, but i figure what the hell... maybe I should just see what happens... So then the girls start kissing and I just watch and they start undressing and I can feel myself getting wet. I'm shocked at it because I never thought of myself as one of those girls who would sleep with another girl. Now the girls are touching each other and kissing and sucking on each other and I figure what the hell they are pleasuring each other and I can pleasure myself, so I slowly start to rub my pussy with my right hand... My finger tips playing slightly with my clit. I then take my left hand and start playing with my nipples... pinching them lightly and making them get harder. The noises of the two girls is getting me more horny and I start to play more with my pussy... I start rubbing my clit quickly building myself soo close to orgasm. Just before I orgasm I stick the dildo in and start pumping it in and out with my left hand while my right hand plays with my clit... Just as I start to cum there's a knock on my door.

Oh shit i think to myself. it's late and my roommate's home. "Hold on second" I call out as I try to turn off my TV and hide my toys with my pillow...just then my roommate just comes into the room as I'm trying desperately to hide what was going on. She looks at me and then what's on my TV and pulls back the pillow to see my toys. "Ah, fuck, if I had known it was take care of yourself day I would have joined in on the fun. Mind if I watch the porno too?" I figure why the hell not and started to put the toys away, when she touches my hand and tells me "No, we might need those later." I'm shocked but think "why the hell not"

So i scoot over on my queen size bed and let her sit with me. We watch the porno for a while and she starts getting noticably turned on. Her nipples are so hard against her shirt and she's leaving a wet spot in her pants. Meanwhile, I'm still wearing only the tee shirt. She asks if she can strip down to be as comfortable as I am, and I say sure. I expected her to go to her room to get a tee shirt or something but she strips down to her bra and g-string. She sits next to me again and I'm getting turned on by how beautiful she is and knowing she's horny gets me horny too. I told her that I felt overdressed compared to her and put on my thong underwear and my bra and sat on the bed with her. We both kind of giggle that giggle girls do and watch a little bit more of the porno.

Now on the screen those two girls are really doing things to each other...they are sucking on each other's nipples and french kissing each other and fingering each other. I look over and see my roommate start absentmindedly playing with herself... I guess I was staring because she stopped and smiled at me and told me that I should do it too. So I started to play with myself and we watch each other play with our pussies through our panties. We continue to play with ourselves and it's obvious we're both getting closer to orgasm when I stop myself from cumming.

My roommate however, allows herself to cum. She turns to me and smiles and says "It's not nice to make a girl cum alone..."at which point she reaches across me and starts playing with me!! I'm startled and start to push her hands away when she grabs my left hand and handcuffs me to my own bed! Then with my right hand she leads it to her breasts. She tells me "You have two options... you can either play with my titties or you can be completely handcuffed"

By now her hand has found my clit and she's rubbing it so quickly that I know I'm going to explode soon so I start playing with her nipples... pinching and rolling them and getting them rock hard. The more I play with her nipples the more she trembles and the faster she works my clit. My hips lift off the bed and I cry out as I start to orgasm and she kisses me so passionately that our tongues immediately start stroking each other and wrapping around each other.

My orgasm shakes through me and she smiles at me and says "Now if you can play nicely..." And we both laugh. She leaves me handcuffed by my left hand but helps me to sit up a bit more so I can watch more of the porno.

So we go back to watching the porno and I tell her that I'm feeling even more horny than before. Now the girls on the screen are playing with each other with dildos. My roommate smiles and strips off her panties and then invites me to strip mine also. I do my best to take them off one handed but when I have some problems she smiles and helps me take the thong off the rest of the way. we both sit back and start playing with our pussies again while watching the two girls playing with the dildos. I'm so hot and bothered again that I want something hard in me and decide to start finger fucking myself. My roommate grabs the dildo I had been using earlier and stuffs it into her pussy and starts banging herself. She builds herself up and then stops and I smiled and moved her hand away and started pumping the dildo into her wet pussy with my right hand. She tries to escape but I just increase the speed of the dildo going in and out of her pussy. She grabs the little rabbit dildo and sticks it inside me and turns it on causing it to vibrate against my clit while she pumps it in and out of my dripping pussy. As I start to feel my orgasm building again, I start fucking her with the dildo faster and harder. She cries out as her orgasm rocks her body. "Not nice to make a girl cum alone, huh?" I tell her and she smiles at me and says "No, and now it's your turn." She undoes my bra releasing my DD to reveal my nipples are hard as rocks. She unhooks her bra stating "Fair is fair. I see your's and you see mine." She shows that she has these beautiful D breasts also and her nipples are as hard as mine. Then she proceeds to start fucking me again with the rabbit dildo while sucking on my nipples. I start to moan and get closer and closer to my orgasm. I reach between our bodies and start playing with her nipples. This only fuels her to fuck me faster with the dildo and suck my nipples harder. I cry out during my orgasm and she sticks the other dildo in and out of my mouth as if I was giving it head.

There's a knock at our apartment door and we both stop and look at each other a little guiltily and she says "Hold that position I'll be right back" She grabs the robe and leaves the room. I start to watch the porno some more and start slowly fucking myself with the dildo I had just been sucking on. I start fucking myself faster and faster with the dildo and was just about to cum again when I hear her voice coming down the hall with a guy! I'm totally embarassed thinking that someone is going to see me this way. Handcuffed by my left hand to my bed, watching a girl on girl porno and a dildo stuffed into my dripping wet pussy. My roommate comes back to the room and tells me, "The guy in 3B heard some noises and came to make sure we were all right. Do you think he can join us in the fun?" Now the guy in 3B would be what most girls would call an ordinary looking guy but he had a killer smile. He was also supposed to be moving from the complex this weekend, so I figured why the hell not. So I told my roommate, "Why not? We'll give him a going away present." At which point we both start giggling. She sees the position I'm in and that I'm close to another orgasm so she removes the dildo and says "tsk tsk tsk... naughty naughty... no cumming without a buddy" and then handcuffs my right hand to the bed. She then leaves the room to get the guy from 3B.

He enters the room and sees me lying on my bed handcuffed and my roommate enters behind him and locks the door behind her. Both the guy in 3B and I are startled to hear the locking of the door. My roommate is now standing in my room wearing some black bra and panty set that look like they're made from vinyl just like the stiletto high heel boots she's wearing. I'm unsure what's going to happen but I'm sure whatever it is, I'm in for a long ride...

I’ve already explained how I became a member of the Manada of Antelope and how I got the name “Coa” (see “Coa Goes Camping”). On this occasion, the antelope herd went to Totintla, a boy scout camp in central Mexico.

We arrived at the camp early, and Van-tha asked me to help set up the tents. This time she had brought enough tents for everyone, and I wouldn’t have to share mine with any of the girls. Well, you can’t win them all.

Camp set up, Van-tha and I organized a few games, and then she announced she had to prepare lunch. The rest of us walked about 100 yards to a secluded, shady area where we would practice first aid. Top priority was broken bones, and we practiced splinting Pran-Am’s (the owl’s) leg and Otami’s (the bear’s) ankle. Pisca (the fish) then asked what to do if someone drowned, and when I told her you had to give artificial respiration, she requested a demonstration. As soon as I began to demonstrate, all the other Antelope wanted to practice, and we spent the next fifteen minutes or so practicing this vital operation. Actually, it was more a free-for-all kissing game, nothing serious, but it was a lot of fun being the center of attention of a dozen girls.

Getting back to more serious matters, we discussed hemorrhages. Obviously this was an area of genuine need, so we practiced. Bas-Be (the bee) had her head wrapped, while Ikki (the porcupine) “suffered” from a deep cut on the forearm. Then Tela (the spider) said gravely, “I really am hemorrhaging.”

We all looked at her. “What’s the matter, Sweetie?” I asked.

She lifted her uniform skirt and pulled down the shorts she was wearing beneath the skirt, revealing a pair of white cotton panties. One glance at the red stain in her crotch told me everything I needed to know. “Tela, this isn’t anything to worry about—you’re just having your period.”

“I know that, but I didn’t pack any sanitary napkins,” she responded. “What can I do, in the middle of nowhere?”

“¿Antelope, do any of you have a suggestion?” I asked.

“We could stop the bleeding by putting some regular napkins inside her underpants,” suggested Ram (the raccoon). “I’ll go get some.” Off she ran, her long, slender legs carrying her swiftly to where Van-tha was preparing lunch. Two minutes later she returned with a big bunch of napkins.

“I feel very weak,” moaned Tela. “Do you think you could put them in place?”

It was an obvious subterfuge, but I didn’t object. I pointed to another spot about 50 feet away. “Antelope, ¿why don’t you go over there and practice your bandages? I’m sure Tela will be all right soon.”

I pulled Tela’s shorts the rest of the way off, and I removed her panties. Taking one of the napkins, I wiped her pussy clean. Then I massaged it gently, and when she began to moisten, I lay down beside her. As we made out, I inserted a finger between the lips of her pussy. Her clitoris became stiff, and I concentrated my efforts there. I rubbed more vigorously, and her pelvis began to move involuntarily. Soon she climaxed, letting out a loud sigh, but only one pair of eyes was watching, those of Ram.

“It’s my turn, Tela,” I said, unbuckling my belt and unzipping my shorts.

“Sure,” she said. “What should I do?”

I encouraged the girl to explore my cock—to look at it, to touch it, to stroke it. She licked my balls and used her tongue to follow the course of the veins along the shaft. She took the head in her mouth, and I suggested she play with it with her tongue. I helped her jerk me off, and I sent half-dozen large spurts of semen into her mouth. Grimacing, she asked, “What is this?”

I explained that I had cum and told her to spit it out. She spit it on the ground and declared, “It tastes terrible.” I let her clean me up with a napkin, and then I neatly folded a couple of napkins to put inside her panties. We both got dressed, but before we walked over to the rest of the group, she took my hand and said, “That was really cool. I liked it a lot. I liked how it felt when you came in my mouth, even though I don’t like the taste at all.”

Joining the rest of the herd, we completed our discussion about first aid. I told them that I would be reviewing their written reports when they applied for their first-aid specialty patches, and I suggested that the incident involving Tela’s period need not be included in their reports. In fact, it wasn’t really an emergency, so they shouldn’t even mention it to Van-tha. We went to eat lunch.

Following lunch we all took a short hike and climbed a steep path to an overlook to some large rocks known as “El Dado” (the die). We enjoyed a great view of the camp, and watched some older scouts rappel down the side of the rock. Then we climbed an even steeper path and entered a shallow cave known as “Cueva de los Pajaros” (Bird Cave). I let Otami take the lead, and as luck would have it, I could clearly see that she wasn’t wearing shorts under her skirt. Appropriately, her underpants had the drawing of a bear on them.

From the cave we had an even better view of the camp and the nearby town. The cave itself isn’t much to see—it’s dirty and the walls are covered with all kinds of graffiti. A group of girls approached me, and Gras (the heron) pointed to one particularly graphic drawing and asked, “What’s that?”

“Ladies,” I announced, “that is a penis. Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a penis.”

“I’ve seen my little brother’s,” admitted Ka (the crow).

“I’ve seen pictures, but they don’t look like that,” said Wassum (the eagle). Are they always straight?”

“No, not always,” I explained. “They get hard and straight when a man is excited about seeing a pretty girl.”

“Is Otami the reason you have that big bulge in your pants?” asked Wassum, giggling. I blushed, but I didn’t answer, and we went back down to the camp.

Supper consisted of hotdogs and potato chips. Each girl cooked her own frankfurter over the fire. Ka and Kalep (the fox) handed me a squeeze-bottle of mayonnaise and asked me to squirt it on the hotdog. Seeing this, Pran-Am asked me to squirt the mayo directly into her mouth. “I’m going to swallow all of it,” she commented.

Supper over, Van-tha announced that we should all get our pajamas on, that we’d have the much-awaited fashion show by the campfire in thirty minutes. We were supposed to wear pajamas that represented our life in the scouts, preferably something that made an allusion to our forest names. No scout T-shirts allowed!

I broke this last rule. I didn’t have any money to buy pajamas that had a snake on them; instead, I put on an old T-shirt that I had gotten a few years earlier when my scout Clan climbed Citlaltépetl, which at 5,747 meters, is Mexico’s highest peak. I usually used the T-shirt as a smock when painting, for it was several sizes too big and quite uncomfortable. The short sleeves covered most of my forearms, and the shirt covered my ass, ending about eight inches above the knee. However, it seemed a good choice for the herd fashion show.

Van-tha (the doe) looked cute in Bambi flannel pajamas. Bas-Be had her Winnie the Pooh nightshirt again, and she whispered, “Do you want to dip inside my honey-pot again?” Tela, of course, was wearing Spiderman pajamas. There was a large, rather unattractive bulge in her crotch, but I still hardened when I thought about her. Rikki-kiki (the rabbit) had light blue pajamas and carried a stuffed rabbit. Ka’s contribution was Snoopy and his bird friends dressed as scouts. I was pleased to see that several of the girls didn’t have pajamas at all, but had colorful panties and bras, or in some cases, T-shirts. Kalep, for example had white panties with a simple print, but she wore a yellow T-shirt with cherries on it. I whispered, “False advertising,” referring to our camping trip a few weeks earlier. Posa (the butterfly) wore white panties trimmed in red and blue. In the center there was a butterfly decorated with stars and stripes like the American flag. She wore a similar T-shirt.

The new girl, Margarita, didn’t have a forest name yet, but she was wearing a cute panty and bra outfit decorated with yellow-and-white daisies, as her name suggested. The other girls had also done their best to live up to their names.

Following the fashion show, we sat around the campfire to sing songs. Out of habit, I sat cross-legged, and Ram commented, “Look at Coa! He’s been hiding all this time, but he’s up and ready for action now!” I thought some of the girls were going to burn themselves as they nearly fell into the bonfire trying to get a better look.
Discretion caused me to close my legs, and our singing session went on for about an hour, until Van-tha declared that we all had to go to bed. About thirty minutes later, all the girls were settled in their tents, and Van-tha came over to me. The attractive 30-year old said, “Your T-shirt brags of the Pico de Orizaba (another name for Citlaltépetl mountain), but it looks more like Popocateptl to me.” Her meaning was clear: while Citlaltépetl is an extinct volcano, Popo (the smoking giant), the second highest peak in the country, is active. My T-shirt / nightshirt had become stained with an emission of pre-cum. “I’d like to be your Ixtaccihuatl.” In a tragic legend, Ixtaccihuatl killed herself when she mistakenly learned that her lover, Popocateptl had been killed in war. To this day, he maintains a fire in the hope that she’ll wake up.

Van-tha and I went to my tent, which was a good fifty meters from the other tents of our herd. We embraced, and I kissed her passionately. Ceci (for that was her real name) was already wet by the time we had removed our clothes, but we slowly made love. I kissed her firm breasts, and she rolled over so I could kiss her back. I worked my way down her legs, pausing to put my tongue into her ass, and again when I got to the back of her knees. I sucked on each toe individually, and turned her on so that she came on my sleeping bag. I worked my way slowly back up the front and licked her juices.

Now it was Ceci’s turn to please me. She took my cock in her hand and stroked me lightly, slowly. It was torturous, it felt so good, and at last she put my hardened prick into her mouth. Expertly, patiently, she sucked me. Finally, she let me go and I mounted her so as to fuck her.

I slipped inside her juicy pussy easily, and we made love passionately. She had me withdraw and cool down, telling me to eat her out once more. Again I penetrated her, but just before I ejaculated she pushed me away. A third time I penetrated, and our bodies moved in sync with one another. Finally, I could stand it no longer, and I came inside her. Almost at the same time, she reached a second climax. Exhausted, I fell on top of her.

Ceci stayed with me for several hours, and we made love twice more that evening before she left for the tent she was sharing with some of the girls. The rest of the activities of the campout were enjoyable, but they could hardly compare to Saturday’s events.

END

"Come to my office when you get a moment" your voice came over my intercom. I wondered what you needed me in there for now, more than a little flustered over the amount of work I still had sitting on my desk to be done. I start to think of all the reasons you may want to see me. Part of me is sure that the other girls in the office have complained about the way I dress again. I pick up my notepad and pen and knock on your office door and enter without waiting for a response.

You were looking out the window when I entered, a habit of your's when you are deep in thought. I just smiled and shook my head. After six years working for you I was pretty sure I knew you better than any of your girlfriends. I put my hand on my hip, "Yes?"

You turn in your seat, startled that I had come in. You look me up and down before responding. Of course this makes me nervous. It's as if you're seeing past my clothes and looking at me underneath. I pull my skirt down a bit more to make sure it looks more professional, but all it succeeds in doing is getting your attention to my legs, which you take your time scanning. I shift in my high heels again a little nervous, "Is there something you needed, sir?"

You finally pull yourself together and tell me, "Yes, please take down a memo for me."

I sit down and cross my legs, getting comfortable to take the memo. My right heel slips from my shoe and it hangs off my foot. I lean forward and put my shoe on properly and notice you looking straight down my blouse. I clear my throat and sit up straight in the chair.

You begin the memo and I find myself writing down what you say without actually paying attention to what's going on. You walk to your door and close and I quirk an eyebrow but continue taking the memo. That's when I notice that you're looking at me in a way that definitely tells me you've got more than work on your mind. You sit back behind your desk again. You seem to be undressing me with your eyes and it makes me nervous. I uncross and recross my legs to hide my nervousness, but it causes my skirt to ride up my thighs, exposing even more of my legs. Your eyes are suddenly fixed on my thighs and I look down and realize that you're able to see the top of my thigh hi stockings. I try to pull down my skirt but only succeed in flashing you my breasts again.

Somehow, miraculously, you finish your memo and I get ready to leave your office. At that moment the vendor comes to take your guest chairs to be reupholstered. I give a sigh of relief over the fact that someone has interrupted your fascination with me today and go back to my desk to type your memo.

I finish typing your memo and e-mail it to you. You e-mail me back and ask me to print it and bring it to you. I do as you ask and come into your office. You instruct me to take a seat at which point I ask you "Where?"

You laugh and claim you had forgotten the chairs were gone and offered me a seat on your desk. I start to decline but figure what the hell could it hurt? I've always thought you were an attractive man, but since you were my boss I always kept it professional. I sat on the edge of your desk and your hand brushes my thigh as you reach for your pen. I moan softly and you must have heard it. I'm embarrassed that I've allowed the fact that I haven't been laid in almost a year to be that evident. You slowly run your hand up my thigh and I shudder at the feel of your fingers on my skin. You run your hand under my skirt and find my pussy wet and waiting for you. You quirk an eyebrow "No panties today? Was it laundry day?" I laugh and you reward my laugh with your finger exploring my pussy more. I gasp as you slide a finger in me and shift my legs open a little more to give you better access. You start sliding your finger in and out and as I start to rub my breasts through my blouse your door opens and in comes your partner.

You continue to play with my pussy while talking with him. He asks what we're doing and you say that I'm taking a memo but without a chair the only place to sit was your desk. The whole while you proceed to finger fuck me with two fingers. He seemed to accept the answer and proceeds to continue your conversation with him about some troublesome client and I'm fighting for control. My legs begin to quiver more and my nipples are straining against my blouse.

Miraculously your partner leaves and closes the door behind him. You push my skirt up my thighs further, exposing my thigh hi's. You take my nipple into your mouth through my blouse and proceed to suck on it. I moan and you laugh. I immediately realize how this must look and start to pull away from you. You stop me and tell me to understand that you're my boss and that to disobey would be insubordination. You pull your fingers from me and instruct me to stand up and remove my blouse. I slowly undo the buttons on my blouse and push it off of me, exposing my black lace bra that barely holds my breasts.

You let out a groan and bring your hands to my breasts and proceed to play with them through the lace fabric of the bra. I moan and you replace one of your hands with your mouth. With your hand now free you pull my hair stick out and my hair comes cascading down. You quickly turn me around and bend me over your desk and lift my skirt to my hips. You're rewarded with the sight of my dripping wet pussy and I hear your zipper being undone. As I begin to stand up straight again I feel you push me down again with a little more force. You enter me from behind and start fucking me while I'm leaned over your desk. You pull my hair softly at first and then a little harder. I moan and find myself thrusting myself back on you. You slap my ass which causes me to gasp and you rub where you slapped. Then you repeat it again. This begins to fuel me more and I start thrusting myself against you with such force that you've stopped pumping and are simply standing there.

You reach forward and grab my breasts as I continue to thrust myself onto you. My orgasm starts to build and I start moaning even louder. "Oh yes.... mmmmm fuck yeah.... oh god please fuck my pussy sir..." to which you reply "that's right, be a good employee and get rewarded" You proceed to fuck me faster and my moans grow louder still. "Oh, yes, yes... please fuck my pussy... fuck it hard... do you like it? Do you like how wet it is? MMMMMM Fuck that pussy." With those last words you lose control and proceed to fuck it so fast and hard that I come right away.

You pull out and I pout realizing that I have come and you haven't. You turn me around so that I'm sitting on the edge of your desk and you sit in your chair. You pull me down onto your cock and I proceed to ride you. You play with my breasts while I ride you. You pinch my nipples which cause me to ride you harder and faster. I felt my orgasm building again as your hands grab my hips and start guiding me to move faster and harder. You stand up and I wrap my legs around your hips as you back me against a wall and proceed to fuck me while you're standing. Your thrusts are harder and deeper now and I dig my finger nails into your shoulders as I come. While I'm cumming your thrusts become frantic and I know you're not far behind. I feel your own release and smile.

I nibble on your ear and whisper, "Perhaps I should take dictation more often."

My “first” experience was not really the first time I had been with a man, in fact, I had been with 4 during the 3 years since I turned 18. However, this experience was the first time I truly knew what it was like to have my brains fucked out.

I was in my sophomore year at college and worked part time as a waitress at a restaurant near the campus. I spent most of my time either studying or working, no real time to go out and have fun, so I stayed away from men. If I got really horny, I always had my trusty toy and my imagination to help get me through, and I was fairly happy to exist that way, until the faithful Friday when Larry came into the restaurant.

I had known Larry and his wife almost all my life. They were good friends with my mom and dad, and often came to the parties and cookouts that mom and dad were notorious for having. I had baby-sat for their children a time or two, and house sat for them once when they had gone on vacation. As I got older, I began to see Larry a little differently. He wasn’t the greatest looking guy, but he wasn’t bad either, average height and build, with dark brown hair and green eyes. What set him apart was the way he carried himself, confident without arrogance. While he wasn’t anything I lusted for, I had thought of him a couple of times while pleasing myself and learning about my body as a high schooler. Since the college I attended was 700 miles away from home, you can imagine my surprise when I saw him sitting at my table.

He looked a little shocked when he discovered I was his waitress, but his smile soon told me I was a pleasant surprise. I found out that he was in town on business for the weekend, and staying at a hotel nearby. He came into the restaurant for a late lunch and a drink, not knowing that I worked here, but seemed glad to see a familiar face. He asked if I would have any free time, and if he could buy me dinner so we could catch up on old times. I told him that I finished my shift in a couple of hours, and was off the rest of the weekend, and would enjoy the opportunity to talk about things. I swear I saw a twinkling in his eye when I said that, and my stomach turned a little flip when he gave me a slightly wicked grin. He agreed to meet me back at the restaurant when my shift was over, and we would make plans from there. The rest of the afternoon was a blur as my mind raced about what the rest of the weekend could hold for the two of us.

About 10 minutes before my shift was over, I saw him come back into the restaurant. Instead of the suit and tie he had on earlier, he was in jeans and a golf shirt. His body looked better than I had remembered, and my knees got kind of weak thinking how good he looked. I felt a bit of shame for thinking of him in that way, because for all I knew he didn’t think of me that way at all. Those thoughts soon changed as I noticed he was watching my every move with that same wicked little grin on his face. As soon as the clock said 6:00 PM, I punched out and headed to meet with him. We exchanged hellos and started out the door, agreeing to take his rental car. I told him to take me back to my apartment so I could freshen up and change into something more appropriate.

We arrived at my nearby apartment and I told him to make himself at home while I changed. I got him a beer from the fridge and handed him the remote to my TV and headed to shower and change. I took probably the quickest shower in my life in anticipation of what I hoped was about to happen, and was some what disappointed that he didn’t come join me in the shower. I had to remind myself again that this might not be that kind of thing, and took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves. I quickly brushed my teeth, dried my hair, and applied a little makeup. I found my sexiest silk underwear, just in case, and put on my favorite jeans that made my ass look really good. I topped it off with a moderately low cut top that revealed a little of my cleavage. After looking in the mirror to make sure everything was just right, I came out of the bedroom. Larry was sitting on the couch watching some sports show. He looked my way as I came out the door, and my doubts about his intentions disappeared as the wicked grim came across his face again. “Looks like someone is all grown up”, he said as he stood up to greet me. “If you can call 20 grown up”, I cooed as we headed toward the door and his waiting car. I turned to the table to grab my keys as he walked toward me, and when I turned around, he was right next to me, close enough for me to smell his cologne and look deep into his eyes. “Can I be honest with you, Lori,” he said, “I’m not really hungry”. “Me either”, I stammered, as I turned away from him, feeling a little overwhelmed at his presence. He reached his had toward me and turned my head back toward him, and leaned in and placed his lips on mine. It was the most electrifying moment of my life, as I melted into his arms, kissing him with everything I had. He kissed me like I had never been kissed before, and I was lost in the sensation. After what seemed like an hour, but was really a minute or 2, he suddenly pulled away and had a concerned look on his face. “Are you sure you want to do this?” “God yes” was the only thing I could say as I leaned in, kissing him and pushing him toward the couch.

We fell together onto the couch, me on top, kissing passionately and letting our hands explore each other. He reached for my breasts and kneaded them through my blouse, as I ran my hand up the inside of his thigh. After a few minutes, he pushed me away and sat up on the couch. “Stand up”, he said forcefully enough that I knew he was not kidding, but not so that it was intimidating. I stood in front of him, shaking all over, barely able to remain upright. “I want you to take your clothes off for me,” he hissed, “slowly so I can look at every inch of you!” I had never “stripped” for a man before, and although I was scared and apprehensive, my body ached for this man. I had never felt this way before, and all I wanted to do was obey his commands. I started to undress, as seductively as I knew how, and the smile on his face told me I was doing a good job. When I got down to my bra and panties, he told me to wait so could take it all in. His eyes never left my body, as I slowly twirled around to let him see all of me. “Take off your bra”, he whispered. I reached around and undid the clasps, freeing my 34 B breasts. He looked surprised to see my left nipple pierced, but the smile told me he like what he saw. Instinctively, I reached up to squeeze my breasts, and by the look in his eyes, that really turned him on. “Now your panties”, he said with a look of anticipation that made me melt. I reached down and slowly slid the slick from my hips, revealing my nicely trimmed, jet-black landing strip. I stood with my legs slightly apart as my dripping pussy ached for his touch. His guttural breathing told me all I needed to know, he wanted me as bad as I wanted him. He stared at my body for what seemed like an eternity, and then stood and motioned for me to come to him.

As I got near, he took my cheeks into his hands and pulled me to his lips. Again, I had never been kissed with such passion and such precision. It was if he could read my every thought as to how I wanted to be kissed at that moment. I felt his hand on my left breast, squeezing at first, and then playing with the ring in my nipple. His hand slid down slowly to my thigh, and then up to my wetness. His fingers teased my lips, and then he found my clit, which was aching at this point. He twirled his fingers around my button for a second or two, and then I felt him gently pushing me back onto the couch, our lips never leaving each other. When I was on my back, he started kissing down my neck, across my shoulders, and down my chest to my heaving tits. He cupped the right one, and started sucking the left, using his tongue to flick my nipple ring. He worked his way to my right nipple, which he gently nibbled and sucked, making me squirm in delight. He worked his tongue between my breasts and kissed, what for me, is a sensitive spot between them. He worked his lips under each breast, and I felt him sucking and licking in spots that no other guy had ever worried about. I knew from the way he worked his mouth and tongue in spots I had never dreamed of being sensitive, he would be fantastic in the areas I knew to be sensitive. After spending a good five minutes working over my tits, he started sliding down my chest, placing kisses all over my stomach and sides. He stopped and tongued my belly button, which was surprisingly erotic. He worked his lips down to just above my aching pussy, where I could feel the heat from his breath. He ran his tongue through my trimmed pubic hair, and really seemed to enjoy doing that, not that I doubted he hadn’t enjoyed every minute of our encounter so far. Just when I thought his lips were about to find my wet pussy, he pulled away and started kissing the inside of my right leg, starting at the inside ankle and working his way up. He spent several seconds sucking behind my knee, again a spot that I didn’t ever think about but gave me immense pleasure. He painfully took his time working up the inside of my thigh, and I started begging him to eat me. Just when he got near the good spot, he turned and started on my left leg, mirroring what he had done to the other leg. My whole body trembled as he pleasured me with his mouth, not quite where he needed to be. When he worked his way back up to my crotch, he said: “look at me”. I raised my trembling head slightly off the couch and caught his eyes. He stared intently into my eyes as I saw his lips getting closer and closer to my throbbing pussy. His eyes never left mine when I felt his mouth close down on my labia. The warm sensation and pressure from his lips made me explode with my first orgasm of the evening. I arched my back and moaned as the sensations swept my body. I have had good orgasms before, mostly from masturbation, but this one was different, better. I felt his lips turn to a smile as my body twitched from the eruption, and I knew it was only going to get better as the night progressed. He spent a good 30 minutes, and 2 more orgasms, eating my pussy. He worked his tongue and fingers over and in me in ways that I didn’t know possible. To this day, no man, or woman for that matter, has been able to please me orally the way Larry did that magic weekend.

After I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Larry sat up and demanded that I take his clothes off. He had to slow me down, as I started trying with all my might to rip every shred of fabric off his body. He helped me slowly get his shirt off, and I ran my hands across his fairly smooth chest. The last guy I had been with had a more defined chest, but I suspected Larry was a little better than most 45 year olds. I gently sucked his nipples and ran my fingers across his abdomen, moving toward the button on his jeans. I slid his jeans down, and helped him out of his tighty whities. His rock hard cock stood straight up, ready for my attention. He dick wasn’t huge, but wasn’t small, about 6 inches in length and a little wider than what most girls tell me is normal. I had been with 2 guys who were bigger, but I knew there was no way they made they did the things that Larry would do with his. I wanted to tease him the way he teased me, but couldn’t help myself as I took him in my mouth. Blowjobs were not one of my favorite things, but all I could think about was sucking him with everything I had. I ran my tongue down the underside of his cock, and kissed the sensitive spot under the head. I gently kneaded his balls as I worked him in and out of my mouth, and surprisingly deep throated him for about a minute. I spent a good 10 minutes sucking, kissing, and licking his dick, as he moaned and grunted in pleasure. I began to feel his scrotum tighten, and his cock twitch in my mouth, and he said he was about to cum. I have never let a guy cum in my mouth, and never thought I would, but something about this man made me want to swallow everything he had. I was surprised at the force of his orgasm, his cum shooting to the back of my throat. He arched his back as I sucked his dick for all I could, and took every single drop of his cum down my throat. I didn’t have time to get a good taste, and was too happy about making him cum to worry about actually swallowing.

Larry leaned back on the couch, eyes closed, breathing heavily. I slid up beside him, and he took me into his arms. We cuddled for a few minuets, listening to each other breath. Larry suggested we take it to my bedroom, so I stood up and pulled him along behind me. No sooner than I had jumped on the bed, I noticed his cock had gotten hard again, and I knew he was fixing to fuck me like I had never been fucked before. We kissed passionately as his hand worked its way down to my pussy. After a couple of minutes, his expert fingers had me wetter than I was earlier. I asked him if he had a condom, something I don’t keep lying around, and he said that I couldn’t get pregnant because he had a vasectomy. He assured me he was clean, as he had never been with another woman beside his wife, both being a virgin when they married. I couldn’t believe my ears, as there was no was this sex god had only been with one woman in his life! No matter, all I could think about was him fucking me, and condoms feel weird anyway, so I didn’t mind. He worked his way between my legs and positioned himself at my entrance. I felt the head of his cock against my lips, and felt him rub up and down the length of my pussy. Just when I thought he was about to slide his cock in me, he pulled back and started rubbing it down my lips. I screamed in frustration, as his teasing was driving me crazy. I tried to push my hips forward to get his cock in me, but he pulled back and smiled. “Slow down baby, let’s make this great”, he said. “Any greater and I’ll explode! Fuck me now!” I demanded. I was shocked at what just came out of my mouth, as I have never talked like that in bed before, but I just couldn’t control myself. Larry smiled and looked me deep in the eyes as he slid his cock all the way in me, making me moan with pleasure. He started fucking me with long, slow strokes, his eyes never leaving mine. I was slightly embarrassed at him staring into my eyes, but as much as I wanted to look away, I couldn’t, as he drew me deeper into his soul. I had never been fucked so slow and deliberate, and it was the most wonderful experience I had ever had. It got even better when he reached down and started rubbing my clit in a circular motion. It only took a minute of that to make me cum, and I screamed with joy at my release. He paused for a few minutes to let me catch my breath, but he never pulled out of me, and he continuously moved his fingers across by body, sending shivers down my spine. I could tell by the look on his face that he was nowhere near finished, so I thought I would do the work and let him enjoy it. I pushed him over onto his back, and started riding him, grinding my pelvis against his. His hands immediately went to my tits and he began to play with my nipples, making my already intense pleasure even better. I rode him with all I had, and he made me cum again when he reached down and his thumb found my clit. This time, he didn’t give a chance to catch my breath, as he pushed me over to my hands and knees and entered me from behind. I was in heaven as he pounded me doggie style, again reaching around to rub my clit. His breathing became more labored, and his grunts louder the more he pumped, and I knew he was getting close. I reached down between my legs and cupped his balls, and he exploded inside me. He clutched me tightly in his orgasmic bliss, and then collapsed onto the bed. We immediately began to cuddle, and both of us drifted off to sleep after the intense session of lovemaking

I must have slept about an hour, when I startled awake to find him propped up on his elbow, smiling and staring at me. He reached over and began to kiss me, this time much more forcefully than his previous kisses, and in just a minute, we were back at it again, harder than before. I didn’t think it possible, but this was even better than the first session, as we went at it like animals, in every position imaginable. The harder he worked, the less inhibited I became, and like magic, I began to talk dirty to him, telling him how good he made me feel, telling him what I wanted him to do, and screaming in pleasure. It surprised me the things that were coming out of my mouth, not by nature a “talker” in bed, but I had never felt such pleasure in my life and couldn’t help myself. The second session lasted almost 2 hours and 5 or 6 orgasms for me, before we both collapsed in exhaustion. This time, sleep for both of us came much deeper.

We spent the rest of the weekend in a sexual Olympics, never leaving the apartment, and stopping only to sleep. Our meals even became part of the sex, as we took turns eating food off of each other’s bodies. I went with him to his hotel on Sunday night to help him pack for his Monday morning trip back home. After packing, we spent the rest of the night fucking in every way we could, and I am almost certain everyone in then hotel heard my orgasmic bliss. When the wake-up call came on Monday morning, we both showered, where we fucked again, got dressed, and checked out of the hotel. He drove me back to my apartment, and the entire trip I thought about our weekend and what it meant. I knew, without having to be told, that we would more than likely never be able to see each other again, and for some strange reason, I was okay with that. When he dropped me off, we shared one last kiss, and he went on his way. I have seen Larry on occasion over the last several years, and each time he gives me a brief glance at his wicked little grin, and my knees go weak remembering that magical weekend together.

I had been with my boyfriend for 6 months when it happened, and to be honest with you I had never been happier. I felt settled and knew for sure that I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life, and that nothing would ever change that. But this is not a story of happy endings or channelled desire, this is about how sometimes you can't plan what will happen and the feelings we try so hard to repress can surface and control your life.

It was a Sunday. I'd been working behind the bar all day and looked dreadful, and was sending a text to my boyfriend when he walked in. I didn't think of him in any way other at first glance than as more money in my pocket, but I remember feeling a nagging irritation that I wasn't looking my best. There was something beautiful about this dark, tall stranger. He was so quiet...he stooped to play with one of the local dogs and then took a lone seat at a table and began rolling cigarettes and reading to himself. He seemed so mysterious. I'd always been attracted to the intensity of people like that, and even then I began to feel the stirrings of lust.

As time went on, I thought of him more and more. I felt his gaze on me at work, and it would stay on me when I left. I thought about him when i got fucked by my boyfriend, and it was all I could do to stop myself crying out his name when I would come.

The next time he came to see me at work, I knew I would have to act. I was brazen, I admit:I asked him if he wanted to take me out and although he seemed shy he agreed. I knew I couldn't wait to fuck him...I wanted to feel him moving inside me, to breathe out his name without fear or admonishment.

He took me to a cafe out of town and then we went for a drive. In the car, he put his hand on my thigh and I breathed out deeply. I was so wet, and I knew he was excited but I sensed he was nervous. I told him to stop the car, and we parked by a lake in the dark. The car was full of electricity, and I couldn't help it any longer-I ripped off the constriction of the seat belt and took his face in my hands, kissing deeply. He tasted cool and sweet, and I smelt the faint aftermath of tobacco on his lips. I ran my tongue around the inside of them, and felt the bone structure of his face beneath my fingertips. I traced my hands over his abdomen, sliding them under his sweatshirt to feel the soft skin underneath. I let him circle my breasts with his hands. His fingers were gentle, but he applied more pressure when he sought out my nipples, causing me to moan out in beautiful pain, the pleasure passing in electric bolts under my skin down to my pussy. I was aware I was breathing too heavily...but I couldn't help it, and he laughed and told me to take off my shirt. I tried but he was intent on confusing me, licking my nipples while the layers were caught around my face, blinding me, leaving me vulnerable to sensation...I became caught up in cloth, attempting to struggle free whilst relishing the feel of his hot tongue on my breasts. He squeezed the soft flesh, and ran the balls of his fingers down my stomach, catching all the nerves there.

I was desperate to regain some control...I knew he was aware he had got me into a submissive ball of desire. I badly needed him to play with my pussy until I would come...I only wanted his fingers there. I tried bucking my hips to encourage him to move down but he seemed to be fascinated by my breasts, pressing his face between them and tracing his tongue down to my belly button.

I realised my hand had worked its way down into his trousers and I slipped inside the boxer shorts and moved up and down, gliding a fingernail down the shaft and stroking the head of him. I felt him jerk fully into life, and he abandoned my breasts in a frantic attempt to free his member from its confines of tight materiel. I gazed in wonder, pleased he had yet to wait to see me, glad that that pleasure was yet to come.

"Will you let me fuck you?"he asked me, as I stroked him. I rubbed harder in response, moving the ball of my hand over the head of his penis, feeling moisture, gathering some on my fingertips. I wanted to taste him there, and I moved down into the well of the car between his thighs. I moved my hands between them and he opened them further for me, which pleased me greatly. I loved that this beautiful person would be so turned on by me alone that they would open for me.Gently, I licked the head of him and took some of the shaft into my mouth. Henry groaned, and I felt a shudder between my own thighs. Really, all I wanted was my own selfish pleasure, but I knew to please him would work in my favour later on. I sucked harder, and up and down, feeling the end of his penis encounter the back of my throat and squeezing my lips around his length as I fucked him in and out of my mouth. He was running his hands down my neck, and into my hair and the pleasure spot on my collar bone, stroking my arms and my naked, exposed breasts, murmuring into the still air in the car. Everything I felt was in that moment, I could focus on nothing except the singular presence of his hot, smooth body. Reluctantly, I brought my head back up, and looked into his eyes. His head was back and his jaw was clenched tight, the veins on his beautiful arms stood out, enticing me to kiss them and run my tongue hard over them where they stood out through the skin.

Slowly, he reached down and pulled me up from the base of the car onto his lap, where I straddled him as he kissed me deeply, running his tongue hard over mine. I stroked his face, and he turned me suideways so my head was pressed against the passenger door and my crotch nested on his lap. He opened his door so my legs hung out and I had room to relax, and when he took my knickers off from under my skirt I felt the cool night air glide over my pussy. Gently, he opened my legs for him and moved his hand up between my lips, smiling and placing a kiss on my belly when he felt how wet I was. He opened my inner lips with his first and third fingers and ran his index finger up and down between them, moving the wetness over my insides, stopping just short of my clitoris, teasing me into submission. He held my hips with his other hand to prevent me bucking and rubbing my sensitive clit on his fingers, which is what I was wanting to do. Then, slowly, tantalisingly, he slid fingers deep into my pussy and moved in and out, round and round, allowing me to relish his penetration of my privacy while he peeled back my clitoral hood and prepared my clit.

He removed his free hand from my hips so I could move my body down to cause his poised fingers to fall straight onto my magic place, and in that moment my entire world came to a standstill. All I could think about was letting this amazing person make me come, and I ground my hips up and down over his hands. With his free hand he played with my whole body, touching my breasts, between my buttocks, running over my open vagina. I was gasping and moaning, begging him to fuck me, imploring him never to stop. I felt my orgasm building beneath his incessantly probing fingers and cried out several times, before riding the feeling of release and crashing my head back down on the door handle to rest.

Henry was a true gentleman-he gave me a good 30 seconds to get my breath back while he stroked my burning flesh back into life and I let my hand wander over his penis.

"Oh my God!"I realised he hadn't even come yet, and here I was with my swollen pussy still tingling from my insane come.

Sitting up and climbing back onto him, I kissed him long and deep on the mouth and pulled his head back by his hair to whisper into his mouth"I want you to fuck me harder than you ever fucked anyone before." He smiled and raised me up from underneath my ass, using the skirt rucked around my waist as leverage, and brought me back down hard, impaling me on his stiff penis. The feeling was like nothing else, the shape of him and how he moved inside me brought tears to my eyes. I bucked up and down, holding hard onto his head as he thrust into me. I saw his face begin to change as he fucked me again and again, he called out to me from far away and I begged him to fuck my tight little pussy for ever.

He played with the places between my thighs and buttocks while we moved together, squeezing the membrane of skin separating anus and vagina from both sides, making me scream with pleasure. I was on the brink and there was no turning back, I felt like this was the most personal orgasm anyone had ever given me because we were so close when I came that hard, and he was whispering in my ear and playing with my butt and I was thrashing around on top of him, kissing his face and his neck and the pretty, small bones at his throat. When he came he arched up into me, squeezing my ass down into him so he was as deep as was humanly possible inside me, and when he shot his load of come into me he called out my name, over and over, making me feel like it was me and him and nothing else mattered, out there in the dark.

When we were done I pulled the open door closed and we stayed in our position for what felt like the most blissful few hours of my life but what was probably only minutes, with him shrinking inside me and our arms wrapped tight around each other, my skirt still bunched around my waist like a little schoolgirl whore. He stroked my skin and pulled out, and we kissed and dressed as slowly as possible.

Henry dropped me home early the next morning, and I gave him a final kiss, hanging out of the car window like a lovestruck teenager, knowing with a bolt of sad regret that I'd never see him again.

I left my job soon after, and eventually married my boyfriend and moved out of town. I never told anyone what happened that night, but I know I'll always remember it, tucked away as it is in my mind, nothing more now that a sad, beautiful memory.