I explained that I had expected to be back in my motel room by now. She asked where I was staying, and I pointed just down the road. Again she smiled and asked if she could give me a ride. Actually, I was looking forward to having the night air clear my head, but I did not say no!
As she opened the car door, I noticed that she was not that confident on her feet. She joked about how much wine she had drunk, then said that since I was such a gentleman, would I perhaps drive her? She knew it was out of my way, she said, but it was only a short distance.
I asked where she was staying, and she confirmed that it was the resort. I said that of course I would drive her. She apologized again for taking me out of my way, but in fact it was a short drive. I parked her car, then got out to help her out, intending to give her the keys and say good night.
But she held my arm and pulled me inside the hotel and then toward the elevator. She continued to lean on me while we waited for the elevator. When the door opened, she asked if I was interested in a little more wine. Without waiting for an answer, she led me in and pressed the button for her floor. As soon as the elevator door closed, she turned to me and kissed me full on the lips! I hesitated at first, but then took her in my arms and kissed her back.
The elevator stopped, and she led me across the hall to her room. She giggled and said, “Gentlemen first,” then pushed me inside the room. Once I was in, she grabbed the back of my T-shirt and turned me around. The door closed behind her, and she started again where she had left off in the elevator.
This time I responded right away by kissing her passionately. As we kissed, she opened the buttons of her shirt. She stopped kissing, looked me straight in the eyes, and said, “Take me please, gentleman.”
No other female has ever asked me that in this particular way, and I was not going to say no! I unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, which she let fall on the carpet. She pulled off her bra and showed me her boobs, which were dark brown—she obviously sunbathed topless. In an instant her nipples were standing at attention. I kissed her again and pressed her body to mine, then moved my hands over her back and started a soft massaging motion.
She put her arms around my neck and lifted herself up so she could lock her legs around me. I leaned forward, and her body was pressed against the wall. We kissed for a while, until she backed off. She must have noticed my puzzled look, because she said really softly, “Don’t worry. But take me to bed, please.”
I put my hands under her ass and groped her through her jeans. When I laid her down on the bed, she said to take her boots off. While I did that, she unbuckled the big belt and took her jeans and underwear off. I have probably never taken my clothes off so fast. I was naked in a flash.
She took a long look at me. Then her feet, especially her toes, were playing with my balls. The next words my brain registered were: “Take me! Take me hard and long!”
I took hold of my hard-on and guided it toward her glistening pussy. She held her lips apart so I could slide it in. In one hard push I was in. Then I rested, to see the expression on her face. She was biting her lower lip but still had a satisfied look. With her eyes closed, she was groping the bedsheets. “Keep going,” she said, “and make it last.”
I fucked her slowly while looking at the look of satisfaction on her face. Gradually I picked up the pace, and then noticed that I was sweating. Not like the sweating I had done while hiking, though. This felt a lot sweeter! She responded more and more, and said she was getting close to climax. I gave it to her harder. When she came, she dug her fingernails into my back.
I tried to keep up the pace of my fucking, but I could not. I rolled off and lay beside her. As her breathing became more normal, she put her hand on my chest and asked why I did not come. I said that my backpacking had probably taken more energy out of me than I expected. After all, I had been planning on a night of rest.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “The night’s not over.”
She got up and went to stand in front of the big mirror. Her body looked lovely. Her boobs were still heaving up and down with her breathing. She grabbed hold of her ponytail and began to undo it. I love the sight of long, flowing hair on a woman with a beautiful body.
She walked over to a corner, picked up a small suitcase from the floor, laid it on the table and took some clothes out. While I admired her body, she positioned a chair close to the bed, then sat down and started to put nylons on. She did this ever so slowly, watching my face while she showed off her legs and shaved pussy. She was driving me crazy!
After putting the nylons on, she changed positions so her feet could touch my semierect dick. Every once in a while she touched it lightly. This had the desired effect. As soon as I was fully hard, she got onto the bed and started sucking me off, taking time occasionally to look at the expression on my face. It felt wonderful, and it was obvious that she enjoyed doing it.
In time I moved us so we were in 69 position. Her bare pussy, slick from her juices, was heaven to my tongue. Soon after, she climaxed, emitting sounds of pleasure rather than words.
She pinned me to the bed, guided my hard-on to her slick pussy, and lowered herself until her ass was touching my upper legs. She looked at me and said, “Enjoy the ride.” Her nylons brushed my legs as she gave me the fuck of my life.
She knew how to use her pussy muscles, and her body was not still for a second. She started sweating, which looked great on her boobs and face. She encouraged me to squeeze her boobs hard, which she enjoyed, just like the stroking of her legs. I began to push upward as she came down. This motion brought us near the climax we were both hoping for. When I said I was close, she said, “Give it all to me.” It felt like I was draining my balls, like I had never come before.
She came shortly afterward, then collapsed sweating on top of me. We lay still for a long time, enjoying each other’s bodies, with our mixed juices running out of her pussy. She gave me a long kiss, then said, “That was lovely. Thanks.” I kept my arms around her to keep her on top of me longer.
She asked if she was not too heavy for me. I said, “I want a lady like you as close as I can possibly have you.” We kissed and hugged for a long time, after which we talked some more.
She said she could not explain what had come over her when we got to her hotel. Her pussy had been wet just thinking about what she had in mind, without knowing how I might react. She thanked me for a lovely evening, and for helping her learn to appreciate regional American food—“and for, you know.”
Walking back to my motel, I was surprised how little I felt the chill. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. For breakfast I returned to the café. The food was excellent, but alas, I ate alone!
—G.S., Frankfurt, Germany
She Introduced Him to a New Use for His Therapy Equipment
Richard is the doctor, and I am his receptionist. He specializes in physical therapy, rehabilitating people who’ve had accidents, strokes, and the like. The offices include a therapy room with exercise equipment and a bathroom to help patients relearn daily living skills like bathing and showering.
For a long time I had the wickedest crush on Richard. I flirted with him as much as I dared and fantasized about him daily. I even thought of looking for a new job to try to get over him. I wanted him so badly, I started losing sleep. We’re both happily married, and I didn’t want to ruin things for either of us.
But what did it say about my matrimonial state that I had such feelings for another man? I guess it said I was a normal 39-year-old woman who needed a good fuck to get her through the daily routine of a solid but unadventurous marriage.
Late one afternoon we were waiting for the last patient of the day to arrive. It was about five, and everybody else had left for the day. The patient was late, and I buzzed Richard in his office to let him know I was going to the staff lounge to get a quick bite.
In the lounge I grabbed my salad from the refrigerator. As I took the first bite, some dressing dripped on my white blouse. Without thinking
, I ran to the sink and rubbed the stain with cold water. Before I knew it, my blouse was soaked. My breasts were visible through the thin, wet material.
At that moment I heard the phone ring!
I simply stood there, with no idea what to do. I just hoped that Richard would get it. About a minute later, I heard footsteps coming toward the lounge. I looked down at myself, trying not to panic. What was I going to do, with all of me above my waist on display?
I kept my back to the door as Richard opened it. He stuck his head in and said our last appointment had just canceled and I could go home. I said okay, but just continued to stand there with my back to him. He asked if everything was all right. I nodded, still not turning around. Evidently he sensed something was up. He walked over until he was standing beside me, and asked in a concerned voice what was wrong.
The hell with it, I thought, and I turned toward him, showing him just what was wrong. I felt myself blush as he gazed at me, but I stood there letting him look. I saw the surprise in his eyes first, and then the desire!
The room was very quiet. I felt his eyes on me, and wished it were his hands. Well, if he wasn’t going to make a move, it was up to me! I reached for his hand and boldly placed it on my breast. His eyes rose to mine while he fondled it and played with the hardened nipple. My breathing grew deep as he continued fondling me. He was breathing harder, too. And then he leaned in for a kiss.
It was gentle at first, his tongue flicking lightly across my lips. He moved closer, pushing his chest against my heaving breasts. As he leaned into me, I felt his growing hardness. The kiss became more passionate, his tongue thrusting deeper in my mouth. I wanted him, and wanted him now.
Richard read my signals. He grabbed me by the ass and lifted me up onto the counter beside the sink. He pushed my skirt up, shoved my panties aside, and then plunged his fingers into my hot wetness. He moaned in appreciation while kissing me, and my moans echoed his. His thumb traced circles around my clit as his fingers plunged in and out of me.
I leaned my head against the wall behind me, panting. Almost blindly, I grabbed for his belt and began to unbuckle it. He pulled away from my grasp and quickly opened his trousers, freeing a truly luscious hard-on. He reached for my wet panties, and I lifted myself off the counter to help him remove them. Then I spread my legs to invite him in.
He spread my pussy lips with the tip of his cock, rubbing it around my wetness. I shuddered in delight and thrust my hips at him, saying I wanted him inside me. He looked straight into my eyes while he impaled me, and I arched my back to take him all the way in. With my teeth clenched, I drew in a deep, slow breath. I felt myself trembling.
He began to rock back and forth slowly, allowing me time to get used to his size. Then I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, until he was deeper inside me than I had ever imagined was possible. The pleasure spots deep within me were being toyed with, and I was already on the brink of coming. He sensed this and pulled out of me.
Then he went down on my pussy with his mouth. He licked and sucked my swollen clit, and then his tongue traveled from my clit down to my ass and back up, sending shivers through my entire body. Again he concentrated on my hard clit while fucking my pussy with his fingers. I met him with hard thrusts of my own, grabbing hold of his head and fucking his face until I came in his mouth.
Richard continued to lick me after I came. My orgasm seemed to go on and on as he sent a whole series of aftershocks throughout me. When I got my breath back, I slid off the counter, took him by the hand, and led him to the therapy room.
I had often thought about having my way with him there, and led him to one piece of equipment I had fantasized about in particular. It was a kind of swing used for certain therapy exercises, but it reminded me of the sex swings I’d seen in magazines. I sat him on it, climbed on top of him and slid slowly down onto his stiff rod.
The taut muscles of my pussy hugged Richard’s hard cock. I grabbed the bar above our heads and began to rock slowly back and forth. He pulled my blouse off and tossed it all the way across the room. He grabbed at my breasts, then leaned forward to suck on my nipples, and take more of my tits into his mouth. His lips and tongue caressed every part of them they could reach.
This seemed to send messages directly to my clit, and I was almost at the point of no return again. Slowing down, I bent forward and kissed Richard on his lips and then his neck, breathing in his manly scent. I climbed off him, then turned around and mounted him again with my back to him.
He grabbed my ass cheeks and pushed me up and down, fast and hard. I leaned back against his chest. He reached around and held on to my breasts. Meanwhile I rubbed at my sweet spot. We gyrated slowly in this position for a minute, fully enjoying the feeling of each other’s bodies. Then I climbed off him again and led him to one of the therapy benches.
I climbed onto it on my hands and knees, raising my ass for him. He spread my legs and rubbed the head of his cock over my wet pussy, then entered me with one swift, hard motion. I squealed in delight. Holding my hips, he fucked me from behind. I met each thrust as hard as it came. My ass slapped against his belly, and I felt his balls swinging against my pussy with each stroke. I reached back between my legs to rub my clit as he plunged into me.
When I couldn’t hold back any longer, I yelled out that I was going to come. Richard picked up the pace, and I shuddered as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He pulled out of me then, and jerked his load onto my ass. I felt it drip down my ass crack. He rubbed his still-throbbing cock around my behind, spreading his come all over me. I moaned and pushed back at him for more.
We both collapsed on the bench, then relaxed for a while. Finally we decided to hit the shower. I went in and turned the water on. Richard slipped in behind me. He lathered up my back, then reached around to do my breasts. I leaned back against him and felt him getting aroused again.
His excitement quickly brought me back to a boil. I tilted my head back to look up at him, and he leaned down to kiss me. I turned around, and we melted together, the heat of the shower water pouring over us. I pulled at his stiffness with my soapy hands, then went down on him, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could.
I tasted and smelled myself on him. I looked up at him as I devoured his shaft, and the look on his face told me how much he was enjoying my efforts. As I licked down to his balls, he lifted a leg onto the shower bench to give me better access. He stroked his stiff cock as I kept licking wherever my tongue reached.
Nothing turns me on like watching a man stroke himself. I stood up, running my hands over his amazing body, then turned around and offered him my ass. He pulled me to him, pressed his cockhead against the tight opening and entered me carefully. I had never had a cock in my ass before and moaned at the intensity of the feeling. Shock waves passed all through me, but soon I was pushing back against his thrusts.
Meanwhile I fingered my pussy and rubbed my clit, bringing on another climax. Richard kept pumping away until, with an animal growl, he squeezed my buttocks and shot his load in my ass. Exhausted, we finished our shower with devilish grins on our faces.
This was just the first of our encounters. As yet the novelty hasn’t worn off.
—Name and address withheld
She Was a Private Dick, but the Dick She Really Wanted Was Her Boss’s
The office was dark. There’s always something about a dark, quiet office that appeals to me. I opened the door with my key and turned on a light, leaving it low.
My name is Lila, and I’m a private detective. I had stopped by the office to get caught up on some paperwork in connection with the case I was currently working on. It was an infidelity case, nothing out of the ordinary; the wife, our client, was a rich, high-maintenance type with an attitude to match—the kind of bitch who gives women a bad name. Her good-looking husband was cheating on her, although after meeting her I couldn’t say that I totally blamed him.
I sighed and began to set up my laptop, reaching into my briefcase for the pho
tos I had taken of the husband in bed with his mistress. I tried to focus on the photos, but what they were doing made it hard for me to view them objectively, especially considering how long it had been since I had done those things; it had been a long dry spell since my last relationship. I told myself sternly to get my head out of the bedroom and back to my job.
I was a little startled when I heard the sound of the office door opening, and someone else coming in, but I relaxed when I saw Alex, my boss, come into sight. He came over to my desk with a sinewy grace, and I couldn’t help admiring his easy manner, not to mention his good looks and his air of cool masculinity. He seemed happy to see me, and I was certainly pleased to see him.
His olive skin glistened in the dim light of the office. He was dressed in a soft cream-colored button-up shirt with matching pants. The shirt looked like silk, and seemed to move with his body like cream-colored liquid. The contrast between his skin and the fabric as he walked across the office was like poetry in motion.
He smiled at me as he came up to my desk. “What are you doing here at this time of night?” he asked.
My voice sounded a bit strangled as I breathed in the scent of his cologne. “Just catching up on a little work,” I said. “I think better when the office is empty.”
I need to get my head out of the gutter, I told myself again. This man was my boss, and these were very inappropriate thoughts I was having. I looked down at the photos, and I was suddenly shocked to realize that instead of seeing my client’s husband and another woman, I was picturing Alex and myself in their place. I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks, and my breath quicken. I was further embarrassed, for no good reason, when Alex casually picked up the pictures, asking, “Is this the new case you’re working on?”
I nodded and started to tell him what progress I had made on the case, but I was still somewhat rattled, and he seemed to pick up on it. He moved closer to me, which didn’t help my agitated breathing or my rapid heartbeat.
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