by Ella Hilton
They met at one of those insufferable business conventions that companies insist upon sending representatives to, wasting everyone's time and energy on profitless meetings about meaningless topics. Each was bored and frustrated to the point of screaming by the time they both ducked out of a session in search of a sanity-restoring drink. Naturally, they met in the host hotel's bar, which was crowded with other escapees, and Harry invited her to join him at a table he had managed to commandeer.
Barbara thought Harry was amusing, wry, and oddly good-looking. Harry thought Barbara had a stunning figure. After one drink, he suggested going to another, quieter bar. Barbara, feeling uncharacteristically adventurous, agreed.
Harry found a little place off an alley that was quiet, private, and had real jazz piped through the music system. The bar's decor featured a great deal of natural wood and leather. Harry ordered premium-brand Scotch. Barbara drank a rum collins.
Barbara liked the way Harry's eyes crinkled, and the way his mouth turned down at one corner and up at the other. She appreciated his thick brown hair lightly sprinkled with gray at the temples. His nose was a little crooked, and there was a thin scar above his right eyebrow. All in all, an interesting, not a handsome, face.
Harry found Barbara's mane of thick red-gold hair fascinating. As far as he could tell, it was her natural color. She wore little makeup. He couldn't make out the color of her eyes, which looked first blue, then green, depending on the light. She had a wide forehead, a small nose and a generous mouth. Not a beautiful face, but intriguing. Her ears, revealed by her swept-back hair, were small and intricately lobed. She smelled of cinnamon.
He found his gaze returning to the V neck of her business jacket and the lapels of her blouse that folded back over the jacket and followed the V, which gave just a hint of cleavage. After two drinks apiece, he reached over without a word and opened the top button of her jacket and blouse, showing more cleavage and the lace top of her bra.
Barbara was paralyzed. She wanted to slap Harry's face and get up and run out. Instead, she did none of those things, but simply sat without moving so much as an eyelash. She couldn't move. Harry's finger traced the line of her jacket from her neck to the top of her bra, not touching her skin. Her body felt like it was turning to water at the center. Harry put the same finger at the point of her chin and turned her face upward and toward him a little and leaned over and kissed her lightly on her mouth, tasting her, testing her lips. She found herself doing the same, exploring his lips, feeling his undemanding but deliberate kiss and responding to it in spite of herself. He broke the kiss and looked down at her.
Barbara, hardly knowing what was going through her mind, reached behind his head and pulled his mouth against hers once again, letting her tongue flick against his lips, drawing his kiss into herself, feeling her pulse quicken and strengthen until she was sure he could hear her heartbeat. His hands were on her face, gently holding her, his long fingers splayed over her ears, his palms covering her cheeks. She found her hands in the same position on his face. They held the kiss a long time before breaking apart.
"I think we'd better have dinner together," Harry said. Barbara nodded, wondering what had happened to her usual caution. Harry took her hand as she raised it to fasten her buttons and brought it to his mouth, kissing the palm lightly. "Leave them open, " he said, and she did.
Harry took her to an Italian restaurant he knew of and they gorged themselves on six kinds of pasta and a bottle of Chianti. After the meal, they walked for a while, looking in store windows and taking in the sights and smells of the city at night. They didn't touch, and spoke little.
Eventually they meandered back to the hotel where the conference was being held. They got their room keys and entered the elevator together. At Harry's floor, Barbara hesitated, then got off the elevator with him. In his room, he ordered champagne from room service, which was delivered in a very few minutes. He poured out the glasses and they stood at the window, sipping the wine and looking at the skyline winking with pinpoints of light.
When he touched her, Barbara thought she would melt through the floor. His hands were gentle on her face as he kissed her softly, moving like feathers over her clothes. His fingers found the rest of her buttons and slowly, carefully opened them. He slid the jacket and blouse off her shoulders and kissed the hollows of her collarbones and the base of her throat. She moaned softly. He slid the straps of her bra down over her arms until her hands were free of them and kissed the place between her breasts where the shadow of her cleavage began. He unfastened the back snaps of the bra and let it fall away from her body. Her breasts were exquisite.
Barbara pulled at Harry's coat until it slid off his shoulders and down his arms. She unbuttoned his vest and ran her hands over his shirt, loosening his tie and opening several of his shirt buttons. She ached to touch his skin, to thrust her naked breasts against his chest, to grind her loins into his. Her nipples ached from his touch. She could feel her panties become moist. She had no thought but to be naked, to have him be naked, and she worked frantically with the catches and fasteners of his clothes and hers. His shirt and trousers joined his jacket on the floor, and she felt her skirt drop as he opened its zipper and eased it down over her hips.
She hesitated, then took hold of his belt and unbuckled it, feeling the bulge under the cloth as she opened his zipper. He drew her hands up and pulled her arms around him and held her so tightly she felt she would never breathe again. He let his trousers drop and stepped out of them. Then he knelt down and kissed her swollen nipples, sucking on them and laving her breasts with his tongue. His fingers found the lace at the top of her panties and gently eased them down over her generous hips and swelling buttocks, sliding them down her thighs and legs to her ankles. She stepped out of them automatically, her attention fixed on his tongue and what it was doing to her nipples and breasts.
Harry picked her up and marveled at how little she weighed. He put her gently on the bed, then quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes and lay next to her. He kissed her and caressed her from head to toe and back, stroking and rubbing and squeezing and kissing and licking until his hand found her pussy and he began to massage there, waiting for her wetness to increase and her pussy lips to blossom to his finger, finding the place that pleased her most and concentrating on it with his fingers while his mouth attended her breasts and stomach.
Barbara felt her body ready itself for his insertion, waited for it for what seemed hours of tantalizing pleasure that only grew and grew until she was half crazy with desire. At last he positioned himself over her and entered her, and she could feel him inside her, growing inside her, moving inside her, felt her hips and stomach and legs responding and moving with his slow thrusts, finding the rhythm together, and she clung to his back, locking her ankles behind his thighs, feeling his slow thrusts become harder, quicker as her internal muscles began to throb and contract, her juices flowing steadily, and they moved together faster and faster until she could not hold back and felt something inside her burst like a dam and her body, beyond any control she could place upon it, jerked and heaved in huge spasms as she came and came and came and finally he too climaxed and she could feel his hot spurting essence spume up into her and she held him even more tightly as if letting go would mean her spiralling endlessly into a bottomless chasm until finally she fell back exhausted and spent and he too lay beside her, their breathing long and deep, with no words to say.
The Lighthouse
We have decided to walk on the beach near the surf. It is evening and the sun has just dropped behind the sea. The breeze is warm and it blows through my hair, caressing as it goes. We are walking hand in hand and not saying much, just listening to the water strike the sand. You look down at me, and, of course, I smile, as always. We laugh. It has been such a long time since we were one. We fall into sync, as if we had just parted yesterday. We laughed the day away, remembering old times and old friends, lost love and glory not found.
&n
bsp; Now, here we are in the darkness. With the moon rising slowly, the sparkle in your eyes shines brightly. I remember that mischievous look. I start to run, but you catch me in short order and we fall to the sand, laughing and gasping for air, I pretend you are holding me against my will and softly yell "rape!" Of course, no one could hear me but you, grabbing me with your strong arms, you pin my hands above my head. You tell me that being out in the dark on the beach with a man I haven't spoken with for over thirteen years is a good enough reason to be attacked.
We laugh and your body melts towards mine. We come together in a long soft kiss. As you pull away, we both smile.
"I have been waiting for that all day." We say in unison, and laugh again.
Thinking alike, as we always do, we head back to the hotel. Roughly you brush the sand from my ass, and I jump away as if you had smacked me.
"Wait until I get alone, THEN you'll be jumping!" and I just smile wider.
We hurry hand and hand into the elevator and you quickly press the button to our floor. The door closes and I slowly run my hand up the back of your leg, squeezing momentarily at your rear, and then sliding it on up to your shoulder. In one swift motion you turn towards me, slipping your hand around the small of my back and draw me closer. As you bend your neck, you reach up with the remaining hand and lift my chin, pulling me into a long hard kiss.
The doors open and we get off, walking to your room, and the damn card won't slide through.
I Say. "Just give it to me!" It goes through and the green light comes on, I tell you, "See you're in such a hurry!" You tell me, " You have NO idea!" We laugh and enter the dark room. You try to turn on the lights and I ask you not to. I can just make out your outline in the darkness, and you shrug your shoulders and start unbuttoning your shirt.
I stop your hands, and ask you to let me do it. You never did mind being undressed, and lift your hands to my shoulders. I remove your shirt from your shoulders and start kissing your chest. Your breathing immediately slows and deepens. You start removing my clothes. Before I can get your pants down, I am not wearing a thing. You always were pretty fast with those hands. We are kissing and smiling as we move towards the bed. We throw the covers off and jump in. Your hands immediately start massaging every part they touch. My tits point upward to meet your waiting lips. You hold my nipple in your teeth and I moan with anticipation of your next move. You force my knees apart with your strong legs and rest your body between them. I can feel your cock rising to meet my thighs, as you press your body closer to mine.
You release my nipple and plunge your tongue into my mouth. Filling my mouth and making me want you more. You start to push your hips towards me and I can feel your dick near my waiting pussy and I spread my legs to allow you to enter.
You want to tease me, and move your face to my neck, raising your ass into the air, so I can no longer feel your cock on my skin. I groan in impatience. You bite and kiss my neck, stopping at my ear to growl long and slow. I respond by arching my back to meet your body. Wrapping my arms around your neck, I try to pull you closer, but you hold fast, and move your head further down my body. Stopping at all the right places, nibbling and licking as you go.
I do not resist, and you slide your strong hands under my ass, lifting me towards you. With my knees resting on your shoulders you breathe me in. Looking up at me with that lusty look in your eyes, you hold my gaze and begin to lick. With every touch of your mouth on my wet snatch, I begin to moan, deep in the back of my throat. I can barely stand it and you love having this power. After only a few minutes, I cannot take anymore and wriggle away from you. You are a little disappointed, until I show you what I have in reserve for you.
I push you onto your back and your cock rises to greet me. I smile and move my body between your legs with my face in front of your one-eyed monster. Taking hold of him, I start to stroke him slowly. You push some pillows under your shoulders and prop your self up for a better view of the action.
I kiss the head of your cock… softly, my lips part and my tongue slips from my mouth to lick you. I glance up and you and your grinning. Which is always ONE of my goals.
I slide my mouth down on your cock as I swish my tongue back and forth, enveloping you. You lift your hips to probe deeper into my throat. You smile when I gag on you. If it is possible you actually get harder as I suck you. I cup your balls in my hand as I lick your dick. Your excitement grows and you place your large hands on the back of my head, forcing me take even more of your enormous cock. I love slurping you up, my head is bobbing up and down on you very smoothly. I can hear you beathing heavily, you are enjoying my face betweeen your thighs.
I feel your balls tighten and you begin to cum in my mouth. Long thick streams flood onto my tongue, filling my mouth, before flowing down my throat. As the last of your semen spills from my lips, you fall back against the bed, momentarily spent. I continue to 'clean' you up with my tongue. Not wanting to miss out on a drop of you.
I finish licking your balls, and you have already started to harden again. With out hesitation, you turn me onto my back and push the head of your cock into my dripping pussy.
I gasp, and you press your lips to my neck. Biting just enough to get me wild.
We begin a nice easy rhythm; slowly you pull your cock to the rim of my pussy and then drive it in. Making me tremble from the inside out. I love the feel of your rod filling me.
You are so amazingly stiff, and I have missed you.
More than you can imagine. For you it feels like you are coming home, after being separated for far too long. We are both caught up in the emotion of the moment, like a lost ship, finding her lighthouse on the stormy wake. We are so good together, and we should have figured it out long ago.
Our cadence quickens and you can feel my body tensing, and you cannot hold on much longer. Working your magic fingers, you fondle my tit and hoarsely whisper naughty things in my ear. I am losing the battle, and I resolve to give in. I don't really want to win this time anyway; I want to surrender to you.
Our bodies are hot and steamy, I cum in violent spasms. Gripping your shoulders with all of my strength, I want you, ALL of you inside me. You slam into me one more time, and your are buried deep inside of me. You're cum fills my cavern and spills onto my thighs.
We lay together, still laboriously breathing, and smiling... always smiling.
The End.
Formula
The realisation of a lifelong dream was upon her.
Her gloved hands were moist with perspiration borne of anticipation. Her heart hammered wildly beneath her fireproof overalls. The veins in her temples throbbed sympathetically within the tight, restrictive confines of the crash helmet, a helmet that crushed her cheeks together and pushed them uncomfortably up toward her eyes. The hard seat pressed against the ridge of her spine and her pelvis, generating a dull ache already as she allowed the men around her to strap her in, reaching with some hesitancy and not a little care between her legs and her breasts to securely fasten her safety belts. If she hadn't been so utterly consumed by the importance of the moment she might even have laughed at their bashfulness, but this was the day when her ambitions would either be fulfilled or, just as likely, shattered forever.
There was seldom a second chance in the game that she wished to play - you either cut it or you didn't, and if you failed then your inadequacies would quickly become common knowledge and the few men who gifted these chances would cross your name off their shortlist, having learned at somebody else's expense that you didn't have what it takes to make the grade. Few women had ever made it this far, and the fact that she had should have given her some measure of pride and satisfaction, but her mind was set on something higher still, and this was just a stepping stone toward that goal - one of the last stones, admittedly, but swirling around these few remaining loose and wobbly rocks was a raging torrent fathoms deep that would sweep her downstream to obscurity should her footing falter. Hundreds had been washed away bef
ore her, seeking refuge in lesser formulae where the risks and the rewards and, hence, the satisfaction were significantly less, hundreds of ' wannabe somebodies' who were now insignificant nobodies and were destined to remain that way forever.
Ivan, her thin, shaven headed engineer leaned over her, thrusting his head directly into her face and grinned broadly ' Ready, Sasha?' He asked.
She nodded her head, but found herself unable to grin back, adrenaline flooding through her system in her bodies attempt to prepare her for what her brain was telling it was about to happen. Her eyes were huge within their sockets, looking like those of some Jim Bamber cartoon character within the narrow strip of the helmet's opened visor, her scrunched up face further reinforcing that comical impression. The V12 roared into life behind her, the car immediately buzzing and throbbing with the vibrations as the power plant revved at a fast idle speed with the gearbox locked in neutral. Her engineer walked forward to the open garage doors and swept his hands in the universal 'after you' gesture.
Sasha selected first gear with the paddle switch mounted behind the steering wheel, the semi automatic gearbox engaging first, confirmation coming up as an illuminated '1' on the cockpit display. Slowly she let out the clutch - yet another paddle switch mounted on the steering wheel - and gently depressed the throttle, keeping the engine revs high as the clutch began to engage. The car moved smoothly forward, surprising Sasha as she had expected it to jerk away or even stall as this was her first attempt at driving the car, but her engineers advice had been spot on and the car rolled out of the garage and into the pit lane like it was on rails. She gave a tentative jab on the throttle once she had straightened the car up and felt her head slammed back into the headrest as the car surged ahead, it's tail end fishtailing to the right as the engine transmitted maximum torque to the wheels, those wheels spinning against the asphalt, sending up plumes of grey smoke as the car accelerated. Three red lights lit up on the display, telling her that the engine was at optimum rpm for upshift, and she flicked the gear selector paddle, engaging second gear, and the car surged forward yet again.
