The Flower Girl

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I enjoy sitting, watching, observing the people coming from the beach, going to the beach, or just walking past on the boardwalk.  I've been coming here for years, same place, same table, same flower stand. The atmosphere, the people, their doings, nothing changes, only the faces, yet some familiar ones every summer. The entire length of this area was beach front hotels overlooking the sea, with outdoor cafes in front of every hotel and restaurant.  This was the hotel where I always stayed, and this table, yes, the waiters reserved it for me, and always in front of her flower stand.  A little permanent booth, "Just Flowers . . by Meg" read her sign. </I></div> <div> <I>Several tables from me I saw her, nice looking lady, seemed a bit new to all of this, and looked as though another lonely, boring evening ahead.</I></div> <div> <I>"Why not" I thought, as I went to the flower stand, bought one rose bud and headed for her table.  </I></div> <div> <I>"You seem a bit lost here" I said to her, handing her the rose, "would you care for some friendly company to show you around,?"</I></div> <div> <I>An even more disoriented look on her face, a few seconds of silence as I waited patiently for a reply, then,</I></div> <div> <I>"That's kind of you, thank you, but" she said, brushing her hair back a bit nervously, "I'm waiting for my husband, he should be here shortly, thank you anyway" </I></div> <div> <I>"Well then" I said, "enjoy your vacation. But, if you change your mind, have the waiter bring the rose to my table", knowing very well she wasn't waiting for anyone, and thought I would give her the option to change her mind, went back to my table again. It wasn't long, she finished her drink and left. "Oh well" I thought, "have to try again"</I></div> <div> <I>Back to the flower stand for another rose,</I></div> <div> <I>"You're not doing too well" she said, "are you,?" as she handed me the rose, but still held on to it,</I></div> <div> <I>"What are you talking about,?" I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"You know exactly what I'm talking about" she said, pulled the rose from my hand, came out from between her flowers, headed over to the table where another single lady was sitting, one I had been thinking of offering the flower to.  She handed her the rose, chatted a few minutes, which I could not hear from where I was standing.  They must have talked at least five minutes before she came back, went back into her stand behind the flowers.</I></div> <div> <I>"Eight o'clock" she said, "dinner at a restaurant you decide where, room 310, pick her up there, I get thirty percent, four hundred dollars for the evening and night, she likes it all, and from now on, I'm your agent"</I></div> <div> <I>"WHAT?" I blurted, "what in the hell are you talking about,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Listen" she said calmly, "I know what you are, and you have not been doing well at all"</I></div> <div> <I>"What am I then,?" I asked, bluntly,</I></div> <div> <I>"You're a gigolo" she said, "and you're not very good at finding prospects"</I></div> <div> <I>"And you're a flower girl" I said, a little upset at her arrogance, "who damned sure hasn't sold too many flowers, but actually, what I am is an escort to ladies who do not like evenings alone, "</I></div> <div> <I>"Yeah sure, if they have the means to pay. So" she said, "that means we have a deal,? And I also know you're not staying in that hotel, probably sleeping in your car"</I></div> <div> <I>And I know you're sleeping in your flower cart" I said, as we began a dueling match of words,</I></div> <div> <I>"SO" she said, "do we have a deal or not,?" </I></div> <div> <I>"For this once" I said, "yes, but keep out of my affairs after this" as I left,</I></div> <div> <I>Well the evening with that lady she lined up went very well, and in the morning when I left her room, she stuffed the money the flower girl arranged for in my pocket, and thanked me for a very wonderful evening and night.</I></div> <div> <I>Later on that afternoon I went to the flower stand,</I></div> <div> <I>"Here's your share" I said</I></div> <div> <I>"Well" she said, "at least your honest with that, . . .thank you" and handed me a piece of paper, folded.</I></div> <div> <I>"Eight o'clock" she said, "it's all on the paper, be on time, she'll like that. . . Oh, and I rented us a mini apartment, here's your key"</I></div> <div> <I>"What?" I said, "what makes you think I need that, and your nose in my affairs,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Like I said" she said, "you were definitely not doing very well. And as YOU said, I was not doing very well. SO, I will be your agent, and we will share expenses, operating costs, etc etc etc, and we'll both do fine."</I></div> <div> <I>"Alright" I said, "for the time being"</I></div> <div> <I>"Good, so now, let's go do some shopping"</I></div> <div> <I>"For what?"</I></div> <div> <I>"You need to be much more presentable." she said, "you look like a used car salesman."</I></div> <div> <I>"And you look like a left over hippie in that flower-power tent dress"</I></div> <div> <I>"We're both going to change our appearance" quiet arrogantly, "we're going into business as professionals."</I></div> <div> <I>We spent that afternoon, men's shops, ladies' shops, hairdressers, manicures, pedicures, then to our new base of operations, the apartment she had rented.</I></div> <div> <I>Still several hours till the appointment we sat at the tiny kitchen table talking.  We, actually, I should say she did the talking and I did the head nodding, shaking, agreeing, disagreeing. </I></div> <div> <I>Here's what I have come up with"she said, "opening a notebook, "these are things you need to learn"</I></div> <div> <I>"LEARN,??" I said, "What is it I need to learn?"</I></div> <div> <I>"What we both need to learn is we are going to be successful."</I></div> <div> <I>"Ok, what then?"</I></div> <div> <I>"First of all" she said, "here's your next appointment"</I></div> <div> <I>"Tonight" I questioned, "two appointments in one night? Don't you think that's pushing it a bit?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Your first appointment is only for dinner, and dancing"</I></div> <div> <I>"That's what they all say" I said, "until they have a few wines, get relaxed, horny and bold"</I></div> <div> <I>"Not this one" she said, "she's only wanting to make her ex-husband jealous"</I></div> <div> <I>"Are you completely crazy,?" I blurted, "what if he's got a bad temper, a body builder, a gun lover, she succeeds in making him jealous, and decides to kill me instead of her,? Did you think of that,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, in this business there are risks as you know"</I></div> <div> <I>"Wonderful, simply wonderful.  Then you best come visit me in the hospital. What's the other appointment"</I></div> <div> <I>"You said you're an excellent cook, didn't you,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I try my best"</I></div> <div> <I>"Here's your next appointment" sliding an envelope across the table to me, "with instructions, and cash in advance"</I></div> <div> <I>The instructions were well listed. Eleven PM. To prepare a fine dinner, while the lady relaxes, watching. Cater to all her wishes.  A slow, sensual, playful complete, hot, sex repertoire after dinner. </I></div> <div> <I>"Well, that doesn't sound too difficult" I said, sliding her share back across the table to her, "strange she would pay in advance though"</I></div> <div> <I>"I would suppose to assure that you fulfill all on that list"</I></div> <div> <I>"Hey" reading the instructions more carefully, "what is this? You bring a client here for me to entertain?"</I></div> <div> <I>She just looked at me with a very delicate smile. </I></div> <div> <I>"YOU ? ? ? "</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes me" she said, grinning, "I want to know how good you really are, and seal our professional bond"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, I'm not going to take your money"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes you will this time" very determined, "because this is going to be training and my critiquing."</I></div> <div> <I>"What makes you the expert all of a sudden,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I think I should know what woman wants" she said, knowing that was a stupid thing for me to say, "don't you think?"</I></div> <div> <I>"That's not what I meant" trying to save face, </I></div> <div> <I>"I've been making notes. Sort of a Male Escort manual." opening a large ring binder, "Would you like to hear what I wrote?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes" now I was curious, </I></div> <div> <I>"Ok, these are thoughts, and I will organize them better when I have time."</I></div> <div> <I>"Do you mind if I relax for this,?" pouring myself another brandy,</I></div> <div> <I>"Fine, but don't overdo it, you are working tonight. Here it is. Number one;</I></div> <div> <I>I think a “good” escort is one who is more concerned with the pleasure </I></div> <div> <I>of his client than his dick. A good escort takes his client's agenda </I></div> <div> <I>as being the prime agenda…and by that I mean he should bend his ear to </I></div> <div> <I>listen to her wishes, desires and preferences before initiating `dating' </I></div> <div> <I>activities or `mating' activities.</I></div> <div> <I>This is not to say he should be or feel subservient or submissive (unless </I></div> <div> <I>she is paying extra or that was the pre-arranged contract)…but rather that </I></div> <div> <I>he should be flexible and gracious.</I></div> <div> <I>He should be attentive…not only to her spoken words but the unspoken `body' language she is engaged in. Sometimes there will be a conflict between what she says and what her body is saying. When in doubt, go with the body language .. but gently, gently...'charm and disarm' is a good motto to follow while guiding her to the </I><I>place she wants to go."</I></div> <div> <I>"Sounds logical" I said, "I try to keep within those guidelines"</I></div> <div> <I>"Next, </I><I>The idea is to make her feel like the special one…not convince her that you are.</I></div> <div> <I>A good escort presents himself well, speaks in a clear and confident, or </I></div> <div> <I>confidential, tone and conducts himself as a gentleman (until and unless </I></div> <div> <I>asked to behave otherwise...which mostly happens in bed, by the way)."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, I can tell you for fact" taking a sip of my brandy, "in bed they defiantly do not want a gentleman."</I></div> <div> <I>"Ok, listen, next. </I><I>A good escort stands when his `lady' comes to the table, and again when she excuses herself to leave it. He opens all the doors (hotel, restaurant and car) for her. He carries himself with respect and dignity. He has clean fingernails that are manicured or close trimmed. He spends the majority of his time looking at her eyes and not her other features…unless asked to appraise them.</I></div> <div> <I>A good escort rarely uses 'dirty words' in conversation or course language in general (until and unless asked….which mostly happens in bed ,by the way..)"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, so far you're making sense"</I></div> <div> <I>"</I><I>You must be a good dancer. Chances are your client doesn't get taken out on the dance  floor enough or she wouldn't be with  you. You are wise to remember that.</I></div> <div> <I>And most important, look at all your clients through eyes that see them as they must have been at 16, not as they are now at 30-something or 50-something. Remember; there is a teenager inside every mature woman and a good escort knows how to awaken that youthful spirit in her. That's what you are  getting paid for.</I></div> <div> <I>what do you think about all that,?" she asked,</I></div> <div> <I>"I agree fully" I said, "but you have forgotten a few very important items"</I></div> <div> <I>"Such as,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, a</I><I> good escort is prompt when arriving, but after that is never in a hurry, </I><I>until and unless asked…which happens in bed sometimes…and even then I don't hurry up too much. Making a client 'beg for it' in bed is one of my specialties and I was often told how exciting that was for them…So, yes, a good escort also knows when not to listen…but that comes with practice. </I><I>A 'good' escort sees himself as being an outstanding representative of the best in men..in terms of both character and sexual skill. He conducts himself in a way that brings credit to himself and pleasure to his clients. It is a noble profession and the rewards go beyond money for honorable </I></div> <div> <I>service."</I></div> <div> <I>"WOW", she said, "you do like what you do, don't you?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes, or I wouldn't do it. Here you can answer me if I am right or wrong. What are women looking for?  </I><I>Adventure, a Change, Excitement, Lost Youth, The Stranger who is Perfect, Romance, Guilt-free Sex, An arm to lean on and a hand to hold, Sincerity, Understanding, and A really, REALLY, REALLY good screw. For </I><I>the most part what other guys are doing wrong, or not doing at all. Make her glad to be and feel like a woman. And, they want the </I><I>untamed man, the `outlaw', the rebel…the non-conformist…the artist and the pirate and the hopeless Romantic</I><I>"</I></div> <div> <I>"I won't argue with you on that." getting a bit more emotional, "I'll make notes on all that."</I></div> <div> <I>"Don't you think I better get myself ready for the eight-o'clock?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes" and jumped up, going to the tiny bedroom, as I went for the shower.</I></div> <div> <I>I didn't close the door, no need I figured.  She was busy unpacking our purchases of earlier, laying out clothes for me, but also the occasional scanning glance at me showering.  I figured after her 'hiring' me for later, a mild, subtle flaunting tease was in order, taking extra care to slowly wash my cock to a slight arousal. It was a few minutes of game playing, keeping my back to her most of the time, only shortly turning towards her under the shower, then back again.  I caught her fumbling with the clothing, trying to catch glimpses without being noticed by me. </I></div> <div> <I>Dried off, hair in place, towel around my waist, to the bedroom to see what she had laid out.  It was all as well prepared as by the care of a gentleman's majordomo. Complete from the shoes, socks, shorts, to the cologne I was to use. </I></div> <div> <I>"Well" I thought, "it is the opinion of a woman, and it if appeals to her, then I'm sure it will appeal to our client tonight"</I></div> <div> <I>I dressed, and she continued unpacking, putting things to the wardrobe, and some items neatly laid on the bed.</I></div> <div> <I>"What is all this" I asked, pointing to the items she had arranged on the bed.</I></div> <div> <I>"This is for your next client" very impersonal, matter of fact tone,</I></div> <div> <I>"And I suppose I will find instructions attached when I return"</I></div> <div> <I>"It does help if you know what your client expects"  grinning at me, "don't you agree?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Of course" closing the door behind me as I left for my first appointment.</I></div> <div> <I>"Where are we going, Sir" The driver my associate had arranged for, waiting at the curb with door held open.</I></div> <div> <I>"First we'll go pick up the lady" I said, "then we'll go wherever she instructs us to." </I></div> <div> <I>He knew better than I, where we were going.  I suppose he wanted to make me feel less a pawn.</I></div> <div> <I>"Good evening" I greeted as she opened the door.</I></div> <div> <I>"My goodness,' she smiled, "you are a healthy specimen"</I></div> <div> <I> Slightly shocked, that I did not take her hand in the usual gentlemanly manner.</I></div> <div> <I>"Come in for a minute while I get my wrap" she said, still somewhat flustered at my indifferent response to her hand.</I></div> <div> <I>"It's bad luck to take a lady's hand over a threshold" taking her hand, a slow delicate, courteous kiss to just beyond her ring finger. "We do want the evening to go well, don't we?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes we do" now even more confused.</I></div> <div> <I>"Healthy specimen?" I thought, "that's what she thinks of me?" </I></div> <div> <I>She was quite the nice looking, well 'maintained' woman for her maturity, I must admit.  I always wondered, did they look this good before their husbands left them, or was this a remake to get back into the game of hunting?</I></div> <div> <I>If her dress had been cut a few centimeters lower, in front and back, she may as well have been naked, although it was a length just to her spiked heels. Whatever the material was, shimmering, radiating colors from deep burgundies, cobalt blues, hints of gold, the cut in front barely covering her nipples, and the slit on the side, half way up her thigh. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra, or panties. She quickly let me know she was proudly flaunting, and I had best admire her for it, as she walked to get her wrap.    </I></div> <div> <I>"Shall we go?", helping her on with her cape. Her hands to mine as I laid it across her shoulders, folding it to closed, lingering with our hands pressed to her breasts, a subtle sigh. She was preparing herself for an evening she would remember, and so would her ex-husband.</I></div> <div> <I>I learned a long time ago, never underestimate a vengeful, cunning, clever woman. In fact, never underestimate any woman.  A man's finest dream once, to his most horrific nightmare if they feel betrayed.</I></div> <div> <I>"Where to,?" asked our driver.</I></div> <div> <I>"The Slumlord" she quickly said.</I></div> <div> <I>I had no idea what that was, or where.  I have been in this city for quite some time, and this was the first I heard of whatever this place was. </I></div> <div> <I>"Best not ask" I thought, "just wait and see." </I></div> <div> <I>The driver never questioned. He knew.</I></div> <div> <I>A short drive toward the beach, through the lesser part of town, we were there.  It was an old, renovated beach mansion, with very high iron fence closing it off to the street.  </I></div> <div> <I>"The gate opens with this" she said, handing the driver a card to insert in the scanner. </I></div> <div> <I>"I'll wait for you over there, sir" said the driver as we made our way up the wooden, still creaking stairs.</I></div> <div> <I>Not much had been done to the actual outside of the house, other than a very colorful, poorly done paint job. The gardens surrounding, well manicured.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Your table is ready Madam" the maitre 'd leading us to a very cozy booth at the far end, but in full view of the entire restaurant. An excellent view of the beach. </I></div> <div> <I>I quickly realized this was were the elite, the wealthy, the upper-crust of the city dined to display their arrogance.  The money that ran this city. Each group of people with their hangers-on.  Known artists, musicians, writers, celebrities as ornaments, as the gaudy jewelry of their ladies. </I></div> <div> <I>There was no cost spared on the interior of this place.  Very elegantly, gaudy, and plush. Everything in this place emendated arrogant wealth, yet the bright reds, weak warm lighting, excess gold-leaf on all that was not covered in velvets, plants, and sensual paintings everywhere, it looked more like a high-classed brothel in Paris.</I></div> <div> <I>The waiter quickly poured the wine.  It seems that she had this all pre-arranged with purpose.</I></div> <div> <I>"You don't mind the game I plan for tonight?" she asked, taking a sip of her wine.</I></div> <div> <I>"Actually" saluting her with my glass, "I'm quite intrigued by your little game."</I></div> <div> <I>"Wonderful" smiling at me, pleased with herself for having decided on whatever she had in mind.</I></div> <div> <I>"I do have one question" I asked, "if you could please give me some idea of what you expect of me here to help with your plan"</I></div> <div> <I>"There he is" she said, "the man with the open shirt, gold silk neckerchief, with that floozy in the green dress hanging on him. She used to be his public relations manager."</I></div> <div> <I>The maitre 'd strategically sat them with both of them facing us. I knew she must have tipped him handsomely for that maneuver.  He had them both distracted long enough, that they did not notice us until they were seated, saluting each other with their champagne. </I></div> <div> <I>She knew her ex very well, better than he knew her. The moment he and his floozy, as she called her glanced toward us, she had my hand in her dress, pressed to her bare breast, kissing me so delicately, as a woman who was expecting to be spread, there and then.</I></div> <div> <I>That quickly answered my question of what was expected of me this evening. There were a few other eyes on us at that moment as well.  I would guess friends, associates, people of the inner circle she belonged to. A slight flustered shock from their ladies, a drooling, 'wow, I passed her up?' smile from the men. </I></div> <div> <I>"Iris" smiling at her, "you do play rough"</I></div> <div> <I>"Is there any other way to win,?" smiling back at me, pressing my hand tighter to her breast, "my, you do have such a soft, warm, sensual hand"</I></div> <div> <I>And so the first course went. Her hand between my thighs, arms around me when she wasn't eating or sipping on her wine, encouraging me to run my paws all over her.</I></div> <div> <I>She was enjoying all this decadent behavior as much for the fun of it, as for the display of her ex. Having made him and his floozy aware of our presence, she was now content having dug the knife in and twisted it. Now it was her enjoying the rest of the evening. </I></div> <div> <I>Well into our second bottle of wine, laughing at what, I can't remember, her ex came toward our table.</I></div> <div> <I>"You don't need to say or do anything" she quickly whispered as she saw him approach, planting her hand very obviously between my thighs.</I></div> <div> <I>"Good evening" he said to me very politely, "what are you doing Iris, trying to humiliate me in front of all these people?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Of course, I am, and seems I am succeeding." with a very sensual, smile, "fun isn't it?", and blew him a kiss.</I></div> <div> <I>He quickly turned and left, flushed.  He knew he had shot himself in the foot by asking.</I></div> <div> <I>Dinner, desert, a few more laughs, teases.</I></div> <div> <I>"Shall we go" she suggested, </I></div> <div> <I>"I'm at your disposal" I said</I></div> <div> <I>"Really?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Why of course" </I></div> <div> <I>There was more to that 'really' than just a simple questioning word.</I></div> <div> <I>As we left, she again discretely passed a tip to the maitre 'd and whispered something in his ear.</I></div> <div> <I>"Let me have the driver bring the car closer" I said so you won't get wet.  it was beginning to rain slightly.</I></div> <div> <I>"No, I'll come with you, it feels wonderful after that fine dinner"</I></div> <div> <I>By the time we got to the back parking area, opened the door to let her get in, we were pretty wet.</I></div> <div> <I>"Darn" I blurted, "now where's my driver,? I better go find him, wait here please"</I></div> <div> <I>"No" she  said, "he's being detained.", and quickly slid her dress up and straddled, sitting on my legs, rapped her arms around my neck.</I></div> <div> <I>"Well" I smiled, my hands to her hips to balance her.</I></div> <div> <I>"Can we discuss compensation later, if you don't mind,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I don't see why not" sliding the dress down over her shoulders, with a delicate kiss to her breast. </I></div> <div> <I>"All that play and teasing has really made me so hot" drooling, softly chewing on my ear. </I></div> <div> <I>"I'm so" breathing uncontrolled, "phhhewwff, horny right now, I don't believe myself"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well Iris" sliding her dress up higher above her hips, reaching between her damp, hot thighs, "your tender, warm body in this most arousing dress has made it difficult for me to restrain myself, I must admit."</I></div> <div> <I>It was the professional thing to say. Genuinely flatter the lady, let her know she is desirable, desired, but it was also true.  It's always easier to please a woman who is eager to be pleased, rather than just serviced. </I></div> <div> <I>For one who was paying the tab, so to speak, she enjoyed arousing as much as being aroused. </I></div> <div> <I>This was play in the backseat of a car, which I guessed she never had when younger, but had fantasized about often. And now, free from the shackles of her ex and debts to him repaid, I felt a relieved voracious hunger for uninhibited, raw, sex urge about to be unleashed.</I></div> <div> <I>This was not part of the initial agreement, but also not wise to discuss prior arrangements.  Please the lady, and you will have a satisfied, eager for more client.</I></div> <div> <I>This was not a client, "cock for hire" relationship for her.  It was a game she perhaps fantasized for many years I quickly realized.  My hand searching, groping until I had two fingers foraging up inside her hot, slippery wet dilating pussy. Her thighs spread like icing on a cake, slowly rocking her hips toward my delving fingers. She leaned back against the front seat, head reeling back, her eyelids fluttering, savoring my searching in her among the raw, aroused  ridges.  I was glad for the heavily tinted windows, it gave us some privacy until the windows fogged up from her heat, which wasn't long after she mounted my knees. The steam, the aroma rising from between her thighs like a thick, musky, hot fog. Slowly, deeply, she inhaled the heavy sweet scents as a if a very rich perfume. </I></div> <div> <I>"Oh my" with a shiver, fumbling to unbutton my shirt, "this is fun." </I></div> <div> <I>As quickly as she peeled my shirt back over my shoulders, she was fumbling furiously, struggling with my belt, unbuttoned, unzipped my pants, struggling for my cock. </I></div> <div> <I>"Take if off" she mumbled, pushing at my shirt, raised herself up, maneuvering, struggling to slide my pants down between her spread thighs. It was my fight to get my shirt off, and her pleasure to remove my pants, my shorts. It was like two uncontrolled marionettes, arms flaying, getting tangled, with all the grunts, groans of the anxious struggle. </I></div> <div> <I>"Help me" she slurred, fighting nervously to get her dress up over her head, then quickly forced my hand back between her thighs. </I></div> <div> <I>"You have such warm, soft, yet strong hands" she mumbled, pressing to the back of my hand to force my fingers deeper in her, rapidly masturbating herself with them. </I></div> <div> <I>"Three" she squealed, "put three in" with deep, panting breaths, looking, entranced as my fingers spread her wider with each entry.  Both her hands gripped tight to my wrist as she worked my fingers in and out of her wet, hot sloshing pussy.  </I></div> <div> <I>I quickly realized what she was wanting, and played to that. The heavy aroma, the juices flowing to my hand, the sight of her swollen pussy lips parting, and most of all the messy, wet slurping sounds.  </I></div> <div> <I>"You like that sound" I said, waiting for a reply.</I></div> <div> <I>"Y-y-yesss" she whimpered, "it just sounds so deliciously decadent. It's driving my body crazy, don't stop."</I></div> <div> <I>I made every effort to add as much sloppy sound with my fingers as possible with each drenched withdrawal from within her. </I></div> <div> <I>She was wanting all the senses entertained, and watching her pussy being worked on.  Judging by what I observed about her ex, I would guess they had only ever had sex in the dark, perhaps him on top for thirty seconds and then he quickly fell asleep.  I took a chance, hoping I was going in the direction she was wanting to go.</I></div> <div> <I>"You have a beautiful, hot pussy" I said, </I></div> <div> <I>"Say that again" in a choking deep, urgent breath.</I></div> <div> <I>"You have the most beautiful, hot pussy" I said, slowly, softly, "look at how pink and delicious it spreads to my fingers"</I></div> <div> <I>"Tell me more" forcing my fingers harder and harder into herself, with deliberate slapping sounds.</I></div> <div> <I>"You like watching my hand fucking your pussy, don't you?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhh yesss" taking a firm grip of my stiff cock with one hand, the other still tightly clamped to my wrist,</I></div> <div> <I>"you can't imagine how many times I have fantasized about this."</I></div> <div> <I>"You want this also,?" reaching under her ass, rubbing a finger to her butt,</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohh Ghhoddd, yesss" wiggling her ass to my finger, "put it in, please, put it in hard, harder"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yeeeaaaiiiii, yyeeaaaaa" her eyes rolled back in her as drove my finger in her butt, "m-mooorre, more"</I></div> <div> <I>With that I forced two fingers into her hot, tightly pinched butt, again she squealed, shivering with delight, and clamped her pussy around my fingers with a sudden flinch. </I></div> <div> <I>Ramming my fingers in her depths, groping to her rolling, squirming hips I could feel my fingers meet within her. </I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh myyy" she slurred, staring at my fingers disappearing, reappearing between her puffy soaked pussy lips, "I can't get enough. I want more and more. Do it harder . . . y-y-ye-ye-yessss, l-l-like that, ohhh wow"</I></div> <div> <I>"Come on" I said, driving my finger harder in her, pushing, slamming my hand to her clitty, "you're coming. Look at the juices flowing to my hand"</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhh, auuuiiccchhh" barely able to breathe as she released, squirting her hot orgasm juices between us.</I></div> <div> <I>"Look at your sweet pussy sucking my hand in" I said that she hear as much as see, </I></div> <div> <I>"Aauuuuiiiii, I-i-i'mmmm, c-c-coomm,aaauuuuuccchhhhhhfffff" as she pressed my hand tight into her, squeezing, pulling on my rigid cock. She was still coming hard, trembling, shivering as she pulled my hand from her pussy, and struggled, scrambled to lean over the front seat, legs spread, ass swaying, searching, begging for pussy to be filled.  </I></div> <div> <I>"D-d-d-oo i-i-ittttt" juices still squirting from her pussy, running down her thighs, "s-s-crrewww mee,p-put it in meeee,n-n-nowww"</I></div> <div> <I>It was a quick shuffling of limbs, in that confined space for position that I could get between her thighs and drive my cock in her.  </I></div> <div> <I>"S-ssccreew mmeee harrder, . . . h-ha-haarrdeerrrrr . ." she whined as I clung myself around her, bent over the seat, slamming to her for as much of the wet, flesh to flesh slapping sound for her pleasure. She loved the pungent smell of sex and passionate sweat. She thrived on the feel of our dripping wet, slippery hot bodies. She reveled to the sound of raw, uninhibited words of lust, and careless, sloppy sounds between her thighs. But she was not yet comfortable to blurt out, "fuck me".</I></div> <div> <I>Several, harsh shudders through her body, and she let herself hang limp, with her head almost to the front seat.</I></div> <div> <I>A stream of her orgasm juices flowing down the back of the leather seat.  </I></div> <div> <I>Somehow I had managed to retain control and not release. I had the thoughts of what I was to face later racing through my mind. </I></div> <div> <I>"Oohhhh, noww thhhaatt feeellss wonderful" she slobbered out the words, as I was flexing my still very stiff cock in her. I could feel the head of it against her hot, rippled, inner quivering flesh. </I></div> <div> <I>"Maybe we better get our clothes on" she mumbled, hearing cars leaving around us. The windows were so steamed, all I could see was light glaring, but could not see out.</I></div> <div> <I>A few more intentional, teasing throbs of my cock in her for reminder, and sat myself back in the seat. </I></div> <div> <I>I kept my hands to her hips to guide her as she pushed herself up and back to sit beside me. </I></div> <div> <I>A very distict sound of her wet body usticking from the smooyj leather. Beads of sweat flowing, dripping down between her breasts in little steams over the rolls of her belly making small pools of moisture among the folds. </I></div> <div> <I>"Will you help, please" reaching to pick her dress up from the floor, to help her get it over her head. The thin, transluscent material quickly clung to her wet body, nipples poking out. </I></div> <div> <I>"I suppose I better find our driver now" as I quickly dressed.</I></div> <div> <I>"No need" she said, helping me with my clothes, then straightened my tie. "phheewww, I'm drenched. This dress is soaked, but it feels so delightful", continuing to run her hands over her body, pressing the dress to her wetness. </I></div> <div> <I>Finally dressed, she brushed her fingers through her hair, lipstick, presentable, she reached across and turned the parking lights on.  Within a few minutes, our driver appeared.</I></div> <div> <I>"Well done" I whispered as he entered the steamy car, turned on the heater to clear the windows.</I></div> <div> <I>He never said a word, just started driving. But, I could sense he was sitting there with an erection from the stench of sex in the car.</I></div> <div> <I>Back in front of her house, I walked her to the door.</I></div> <div> <I>"Can I count on you again, as the need arises?" she asked, putting something in my jacket pocket, and a light kiss to my cheek.</I></div> <div> <I>"Of course you can" I said, "any time you wish"</I></div> <div> <I>"Then may I request another fantasy?" holding my hand softly at her side.</I></div> <div> <I>"And what might that fantasy be, if you care to tell me now,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes of course" she said, a bit flushed, bright red cheeks, "I wish to be treated cheaply, like a loose woman, you know, like what they say is a slut. Will you consider that,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Only one condition to that" I said, "that you tell me when the fantasy is to begin, and that you don't hesitate to stop me when I go beyond your wishes. Is that agreed?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohh that sounds wonderful" smiling in anticipation, "you have me with wonderful images in my mind already"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then" I smiled, knowing I had one very satisfied client, "Good night" </I></div> <div> <I>It was well after ten when I got back to the apartment, and my associate was sitting on the little sofa, patiently waiting, a bottle and two glasses of wine on the tiny coffee table.  She looked more like a lady of means than the one I just left. A similar dress, simple, soft salmon color, cut low in front and that slit along the thigh.  She must have been to the hairdresser while I was out, and it was a very classy style.  Shorter hair than before, but still free flowing. A very pleasant surprise.</I></div> <div> <I>"My,my" I said, "you're looking especially nice."</I></div> <div> <I>"uuummmm, but with purpose"</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm sure"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well" she asked as I entered, "how did it go,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Very well actually.  She's already talking about calling again."</I></div> <div> <I>"That's what we need" she grinned, "repeat business. Steady, reliable clientele."</I></div> <div> <I>"Let me take a shower" heading for the bathroom, "and then we'll see about your wishes"</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm glad you remembered"</I></div> <div> <I>"How could I not" I grinned, "you wouldn't let me forget, would you?"</I></div> <div> <I>"No" she laughed, "I paid you in advance, didn't I?"</I></div> <div> <I>I left the bathroom and shower door open for my benefit as much as hers.  Not having taken care of myself also in the car games, I was feeling quite aroused.  I had every intention of getting as much pleasure out of her game as she was hoping for.  The few short glimpses I caught of her sitting on the couch, she seemed to be getting more pleasure watching me through the mirror on the opposite wall of the small living room than directly through the open door. I lathered and rinsed my cock a bit more than usual. The slight erection I slyly flaunted, as I occasionally turned in the shower was getting her attention. Sort of a gently teasing flash. Her glass of wine in one hand, turned toward the mirror, groping herself slowly between her thighs.  </I></div> <div> <I>The towel around my waist, I went to the bedroom where she had laid out that what she wanted me to wear.  What was there now, was not what she had put there earlier. Now only a pair of loose silk boxer shorts, a pair of slippers, and a very short silk black and gold kimono.  I could see she was trying to model me into her picture of the well groomed presentation. That was quite obvious by what she had 'suggested' I buy on our shopping trip this morning.  Her choice of color and combinations was not what I would have chosen. As I picked up that </I><I>black, short kimono with the gold and pink lotus flowers I remembered something I had read years earlier.</I></div> <div> <I>'</I><I>Make war on the </I><I> <A NAME="parthians"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></I><A HREF="id129.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Parthian empire 247 BCAD 224"><U><I>Parthians</I></U></A><I> to your heart's content, but live at peace with your mistress; have recourse to playfulness and to whatever may excite her. </I><I>If she is controlling in her manner towards you, bear it with patience; she'll soon come round. If you bend a branch carefully and gently, it won't break.</I><I>' </I></div> <div> <I>With that thought in mind I 'gladly' dressed as her wish and presented myself.  </I></div> <div> <I>"So, what is it you would like me to prepare for dinner,?" I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"I thought I would let you decide that" handing me a glass of wine, crossed her legs and leaned back. A very obvious, inviting  flaunting of her chest. Her arm along the back of the couch laid the low cut dress open even wider. "but, make it something quick and simple. Let me see how efficient you really are."</I></div> <div> <I>"That will not be a problem" I said, </I></div> <div> <I>I had already prepared some of it quickly before leaving this evening.  Pre-cooked shrimp, sauteed in butter, a touch of garlic, a splash of wine, a few finely chopped scallions, celery, on a bed of rice with the remaining sauce. Total time eleven minutes till on the plates and the table. A few slices of buttered, toasted garlic bread, and a done deal.   </I></div> <div> <I>"I'm impressed" she said, sitting down at the table.  </I></div> <div> <I>"If she wants to play" I thought, "then play with purpose and let her win"</I></div> <div> <I>Long ago I learned, it may seemed undignified to some men to cater as such, but the rewards well outweigh the effort.</I></div> <div> <I>"Would you like me to fix something for dessert?" I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"I will pass on your dessert" she smiled, a slight swallowing, weak voice, "I want to assure this dress fits as it does."</I></div> <div> <I>"Then what would your pleasure be after such a light dinner,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I thought you might try the dessert I prepared for you" as she stood slowly, sliding her dress up slowly above her hips, "sit still.  I'll clear the table.", and let the dress fall back down.</I></div> <div> <I>"You've been sitting there all this time like that,?" Her inner thighs, pussy coated in a thick chocolate paste.</I></div> <div> <I>"It needs to be enjoyed warm" grinning as she quickly cleared the table, "I was keeping it warm for you"</I></div> <div> <I>"Keeping it warm for whom?" as she slid her dress back up over her hips again, sat on the table, sliding along to spread her thighs before me. </I></div> <div> <I>"Make the best of this" quivering a little with anticipation, breaths deeper, and pulled the dress down over her shoulders to her waist. "and I hope you will enjoy it slowly and not waste a morsel"</I></div> <div> <I>"And what pleasure do you hope to get from this,?" I said, spreading her a bit wider, taking a taste of this mess from her thigh.</I></div> <div> <I>"The pleasure of your greed, I hope." as she leaned back, resting to her hands behind her.  </I></div> <div> <I>"You're not much of a dessert chef" with one finger, taking a dab of the chocolate goo from her thigh and rubbing it around, and to her clitty, a little design. "See how a little imagination makes the presentation more appealing?"</I></div> <div> <I>To me this was not the fact that she had turned loose of her money for this, or that she made all these preparations, it was a matter of honor. If she wanted to know to what lengths I would go to please a lady, I was going to do my best to rock her pirogue beyond her wildest imagination.  The art of coitus is like war, faint of heart never touches the peak.  She would crawl from this table to bed, pleased to delirium, if it were the last gallant act of a dying man.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Spread you legs wider" barely touching her thighs with me hands. She may have been bold to request this, but was not completely comfortable to flaunt, demanding.</I></div> <div> <I>"Spread your thighs" I repeated, as she timidly, quivering parted her thighs slightly wider. "Wider. I want to see your clitty demanding."</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh Ghodd" as she flung her legs apart like welcoming village gates.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Ohh, now that's much nicer" I said, slowly licking a furrow with tip of tongue along her inner thigh. "And what flavor do you call this"</I></div> <div> <I>"Mocha - cognac" trembling to balance herself on her arms,</I></div> <div> <I>"You see this little pearl?" I asked, bringing her protruding clit out from beneath its chocolate coated hood.</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm saving this little delicacy  for last."</I></div> <div> <I>Watching me, feeling the cool air of the room, and my warm breath teasing on her raw erect nib was more than her shaking arms could support. The rush through her body shook the table violently when I licked her clitty clean to view to. </I></div> <div> <I>"I-I-ii have to lay back" in such a weak, breathless voice, "I can't keep my balance."</I></div> <div> <I>"Really?" very delicately nibbling on her clit with my teeth, flicking my tongue to its smooth, shiny tip.</I></div> <div> <I><IMG SRC="250da990.jpg" border=0 width="218" height="153" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6">"Well then why don't you lay back and let me delve into this dessert you so carefully prepared." </I></div> <div> <I>She had made quite a gooey mess between her thighs, having sat on the couch, legs crossed waiting for me, and the short walk from couch to dinner table. </I></div> <div> <I>"Keep your legs nicely spread" I reminded her, scooping the chocolate paste to around her pussy in a neat display, "I need to organize the mess you made here."</I></div> <div> <I>I didn't want her really getting excited and have this goo squashed into my ears, eyes.  The first several morsels I quickly devoured from the mound I had made on her pussy. My voracious gluttony was sending shudders, tremors along her thighs, fanning legs, wanting to clamp around my neck. The pastel pale, multi shades of pink surrounded  by the chocolate looked so delicious as I spread her soft, fleshy pussy wider.  </I></div> <div> <I>"This is fun" I said, taking tiny morsels of the gooey mess from around her pussy, smearing it with broad of tongue between the hot, wet weeping folds and the slowly licking it to pale pinks again.  Each pass, pressing with firm tongue deeper amidst her creamy, oozing pussy lips, digging ever deeper to retrieve it.  Again, for another bit, making a nice slow pass up, over her clitty. A slow, moving of the chocolate paste I had piled around her pussy, with tip of tongue like a small shovel, filling her quivering, drooling aperture, again methodically licking, sucking it from where I just spread it.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Now to the more serious approach" I thought, taking little dabs, carefully, again with tip of tongue, to the crest of her clitty.  I could feel the tingling shivers racing through her to the touch of the gooey mess. The touch, and the anticipation of the sucking, removal to follow. Each dab I placed with a bit for firmness of pressing tongue.  Each dab I removed, more eagerly, sucking more aggressively, slowly pulling her clitty between clamped lips to a nice, audible sound as it slipped from my lips.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ooohhh mmyyyyy" she gargled out the words, "ppffffeewwwwww, t-t-thhaaasss n-ni-nicceeee"</I></div> <div> <I>"You like me sucking the mess off your clitty like this,?" taking a firm, slow sucking pull on it,</I></div> <div> <I>"Augh,au-au,au" flinching, spastic shudders to each tight lipped, sucking withdraw from its shiny crest.</I></div> <div> <I>"How about this,?" digging my finger in her pussy, rubbing eagerly on her G spot as I sucked her clitty clean again and again.</I></div> <div> <I>"yaiyaiyaiyaiyai . . yaaaiiiii", rattling it out in choking, gasping for air, breaths, "k-ke-keep d-doing tthhaat, jjustlikeee thaaatt,donn't sttoppp,phheewww,wwoowww."</I></div> <div> <I>"Am I finding your spot there in you,?" spreading the folds back wider around her clitty, rubbing my finger more ambitiously pressing, rubbing her tender inner aroused ripples.  Another ravenous, sloppy sucking on her protruding clit as it slipped free from my lips, and quickly sucked it to me again.</I></div> <div> <I>"You're f-f-finding m-more thhaan I k-knew I had" she mumbled, "oohhh wwoooww,yyyaaaiii"</I></div> <div> <I>"You're flowing" I said, digging in her. Hot creamy nectars flowing, squirting from her to my hand. I'm sure the mess of this dark sticky substance, the slobber from my gorging, her sporadic short fluid spurts would be considered quite undignified. Streaks, smears along her belly. Chocolate hand prints streaked along her thighs. My face, cheeks coated, her juices dripping from my hand, from my chin.  This only pure pink I could see was her clit and a small area surrounding which I neatly licked and sucked to shimmering clean. With her fingers digging into my head, firm hold of my hear, this was no time to hesitate to endure what I must endure. </I></div> <div> <I>"You feel how it pleases her" I thought, holding her clitty firmly between my lips, tip of tongue drilling to its base, and my finger rasping along her rigid inner corrugations, "and you will hear how it has pleased her when she has had enough" </I></div> <div> <I>"Yyeeaa,l-l-liike tthhaasst" her fingers entangled in my hair, pressing, grinding my lips harder to her clitty.</I></div> <div> <I>"oohhcccchhh,uuummcchh,yaaii,yaai,oohh Ghooodd d-d-donnn't sstop"</I></div> <div> <I>She quickly flung her legs across my shoulders, feet locked together, pulling me tighter to her yet. My most delicious, disgusting sounds in unison to her choking, gargling, senseless words of guiding pleasure. In appearance and behavior, this would be beneath anyone's dignity. By the wild, arousing pleasure, sensations, her vocal pleading, squealing, squashing sounds from my efforts between her thighs, dignity was not even considered. With my uninhibited, sincere intent to please I have, without words persuaded her to take and guide me to her wishes.</I></div> <div> <I>"p-p-prressss hhhaarder th-theerrre" hips thrust up to me, rocking, grinding. "ddeeeper,aauffff,l-l-like thhaat,yyiiiiaaaaaaaaa"  </I></div> <div> <I>My muffled mumbling, greedy 'shlurping' lips vibrating, pressed to her pussy was making her body shiver with excitement. I could feel the shocking quivers racing through her flesh to my cheeks with each slobbering, moaning sound made for her.</I></div> <div> <I>With that vibration of my lips to her clitty she went rigid, clamping her legs around me with crushing force.  </I></div> <div> <I>For several seconds, which seemed like a lifetime to me, she was frozen, stiff, motionless, my head locked between her slippery, quivering enflamed thighs. Only my hands to her thighs kept her from choking the life from me, spraying her hot orgasm juices to my chin, my chest.</I></div> <div> <I>"aauuuurrrrccrrchhhrrrchhhh" choking on her own slobbering saliva, "pppffffeeeewwwwffffff,hhuffmhhuff"</I></div> <div> <I>Several violent shudders, spastic flinches and she slowly went limp around me. Just a gentle melting, delicately fiddling with fingers in my hair.   </I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh myyyy" she mumbled, raising her head to look at me popping my head up over her belly.</I></div> <div> <I>"I look that messy,?" I slobbered, my hands still wrapped around her sticky, messy thighs.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh Nooo" shaking her head from side to side, smiling warmly, "you look wonderful. Absolutely wonderful."</I></div> <div> <I>"You have just dazzled her with your determination" I thought, "and definitely set her ablaze."</I></div> <div> <I>"So Madam" resting my chin to her messy belly, a wide teasing grin, "did you get your money's worth?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Oh shut-up" resting her head back down, "how much are you going to give me to do the same for you,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"So that's how it's going to be,?" smearing the remaining mess from her belly to her breasts, twirling my fingers to her nipples. "I have a better idea."</I></div> <div> <I>"And what is your better idea,?" </I></div> <div> <I>"You take your money back" sliding myself lower between her thighs, took a slow, hard sucking hold of her clit between my lips and released it with very loud, popping slurp, "next time just tell me your wishes, I'll do the same, and not make it like a daily business deal." </I></div> <div> <I>Then took her clit between my lips once more, held it, sucking it for all worth, with one very, very loud releasing plop.</I></div> <div> <I>I learned long ago, the after tease at times is the most reinforcing reminder when she is back to her senses.</I></div> <div> <I>"Does that sound reasonable?" I asked, fanning her clitty with the tip of my tongue. I figured we were negotiating terms of a pleasant coexistence.  With my warm breath to her still aroused pussy, I took advantage of the stronger bargaining position. </I></div> <div> <I>"If you keep doing that" she cooed, "I'll agree to anything you say"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then" I thought, "let me just keep doing this, if it will bring us to unreserved terms" </I></div> <div> <I>"You win" she mumbled, "I'll take the money back. That was a dumb idea, wasn't it?"</I></div> <div> <I>"No it wasn't" still teasing her pussy with warm breath and tongue between words, "it removed any barriers, didn't it?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes it has" she giggled, seeing the humor in all this, "yes it has. Now help me sit up."</I></div> <div> <I>"We have a real mess here, don't we?" I said, "why don't we go take a shower,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Not yet, I don't think" looking down on me, her thighs still spread, resting her feet on my thighs. "I want my money back."</I></div> <div> <I>"Here it is" I said taking it from behind her, some coated with the chocolate goo. </I></div> <div> <I>She quickly took it, slightly crumpled and put it behind her to the other end of the table. </I></div> <div> <I><IMG SRC="252a0bb0.jpg" border=0 width="160" height="187" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6">"NOW" fondling my cock between her toes. "as you said, tell me your wishes."</I></div> <div> <I>"Actually, I had thought about the shower" feeling a nice erection rising between her teasing toes, "however, is there any more of that mocha-chocolate left,?", with a grin.</I></div> <div> <I>"If you'll let me stand, I'll get it" she said, a pleased, mischievous smile. "And what am I to do with this?" </I></div> <div> <I>"Why don't you be your creative self" I said, sitting on the edge of the table, "isn't that what made that mess between your thighs?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Ummmm" a handful of the chocolate goo, staring at my limp cock, "when did you do that,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Do what,?" I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"Shaved yourself there,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"This morning" I said, "I guess you weren't paying attention when I came out of the shower"</I></div> <div> <I>"I guess not" a hungry, drooling look in her eyes, "uuummm, I like it. This is going to be fun."</I></div> <div> <I>She slid herself to the chair between my legs, and just as I had done to her, pushed my thighs to spread.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Come on" she snickered, "wider, you know how this is played."</I></div> <div> <I>"You look more like a vulture waiting for road kill than simply planning fun." I said watching her lay that gob of chocolate goo just below my navel.</I></div> <div> <I>"You should know mocha-chocolate intoxicates me sexually" taking a dab of it, tracing a line along the length of my drooping cock to the crest. "especially spiced with brandy."</I></div> <div> <I>"The lurking shark look in your eyes makes me a little uneasy" I said.  My lazed cock resting in the palm of her hand.</I></div> <div> <I>She took a slow, leisurely lick of that chocolate stripe, from head to the base of my cock.</I></div> <div> <I>"Does that seem like a lurking shark?" looking up at me, her chin resting to my groin.</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm not sure" I grinned,  "can you do that again? Slower?"</I></div> <div> <I>Again she traced a line of chocolate goo with tip of finger along the length of my awakening cock.  </I></div> <div> <I>"And what is that?" I asked, her finger fiddling with goo on the tender swollen crest, holding my cock like a puppet in her hand, painting, the mess oozing between her tightly gripped fingers.</I></div> <div> <I>"It's a smiley" she grinned, placing two little dabs, "a wide smile, and eyes looking at me"</I></div> <div> <I>"Are you having fun,?" </I></div> <div> <I>"Now I am" with puckered lips, kissing the smiley she had painted. "See how happy it's getting,?"</I></div> <div> <I>She had a very stiff erection in her grip now, throbbing, eager for more serious attention.  </I></div> <div> <I>Her puckered lips gently sucking the soft tender flesh, pulling away with a slight wet, sloppy kissing sound.  Her eyes flashing expressions of lewdness with each nearing of her drooling lips to my cock. I was getting as heated by her funning as by her hot sucking lips playing.  </I></div> <div> <I>It was play for her. Almost as though she were discovering, experimenting with all the possibilities of the plaything she held in her hand.  It seemed that she had decided if she had fun, I would enjoy whatever she performed. </I></div> <div> <I>"phheewwwfffff" I could barely breathe, as my cock vanished to the hilt between her lips suddenly. Her lips pressed to my groin, no sight of my cock, she opened her mouth, exhaling hot breaths around its length, then clamped her lips tight around it, sucking it to her as it reappeared slowly. She repeated that several times, each time slower, more methodical, sucking with even greater force as she withdrew to an even louder slurp as it cleared her tightly pinched lips. That throbbing, pulsating cock in her hot mouth was working on her as well as me. Her slight, delicate fingers fondling my balls, as if a guide to the path along the stiff shaft. Groping, digging in her pussy with her free hand. There was definitely a fire brewing in her pussy, by her play.  Not that I could see, but she must have been thrashing her clit with energy.  My cock swallowed out of sight, she froze with a shudder, her lips clenched, pinched  like a vise, securely to the base, rolling her tongue furiously around it.  I could feel the power transmitted from her clit to the head of my cock.  I had never experienced anything as stormy as what she was dishing out, for herself and for my pleasure. Her frenzied arm violently beating her clit, my balls in the palm of her hand pressed to her chin, with fingers wrapped around the base. All that mania from the fury she was exerting on her raw clitty was now concentrated around the length of my cock.  It felt as though my cock was in a steaming furnace, as I laid myself back on the table, unable to sit upright, controlling the shudders through my body.  I was certain her desperate tongue  around the crest of my cock was rasping it to tender raw flesh.  It was an electric pleasure to near pain, in harmony with her quivering body from the wild flicking of her clit.  Her lips, mouth hand around my cock frozen, inhaling all she could of my throbbing, pulsating member. My near orgasm state, her near orgasm was driving her to greedy hunger far beyond what I had seen in any woman in my past. My efforts to pull free before release were completely ignored by her. Her rolling orgasms only accelerated as she felt my throbbing, hot cock releasing to her. Her scorching, fierce, hot sucking  felt like a fire breathing dragon had taken hold of my cock and seared the life from it. </I></div> <div> <I>"uuummmgghhh,ummmgghh,ummgcchh.ummgcchhh" her high pitched, choking, guttural squeals is all I heard as she clung quivering to my cock, teasing herself to several lesser final orgasms. Each touch of her hot tongue to the head of the tender crest sent blinding bolts of lighting though my body, but unable to free myself from her gluttonous, greedy sucking mouth as she seemed to inhale me with her aftershock sobbing breaths. It almost seemed as though she was oblivious to the raw, semi rigid flesh she clung to within her mouth. An  unconscious reaction, lingering, resting with the full weight of her face to my groin. The slightest touch of her tongue to my cock continued to send violent shudders through me, with my legs hanging limp over the edge of the table.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh wow" she slurred as she pulled herself  back, my cock fell limply from her lips, in her hand. "I guess I got carried away." </I></div> <div> <I>It was a bit of an effort, but I raised myself to sitting, placed my feet back on the chair beside her thighs. She sat back slightly, arms resting on my still trembling thighs, staring up at me, quite pleased with herself. </I></div> <div> <I>"Now that we have each gotten our monies' worth" I said, "how about a nice brandy, a hot shower, and a good night's sleep?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Let me pour us each a nice large one" she smiled, sliding her warm, wet belly up and past my thigh, "then that nice hot shower."</I></div> <div> <I>"I knew she hadn't simply forgotten to add 'a good night's sleep', her response was much to precise." I thought, lit a cigarette and  made myself comfortable on the sofa. </I></div> <div> <I>"When you say large one" taking the tumbler, filled almost half with brandy, "you're not kidding."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well" she mumbled squatting next to me on the sofa, legs  spread, crossed, like an Indian, "I didn't want to have to get up again for a refill."</I></div> <div> <I>"What? You don't think I would get up and refill our glasses"</I></div> <div> <I>"Of course you would" she grinned, "I meant WE wouldn't have to get up for a refill"</I></div> <div> <I>"Here's to whatever"  clicking my glass to hers.</I></div> <div> <I>"You know something" taking a sip of hers, "my clit is still tingling. What did you do to me?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I cheated a little" breaking out in a laugh,</I></div> <div> <I>"What do you mean you cheated" she blurted,</I></div> <div> <I>"I rolled a mint around in my mouth while I was sucking on your clitty" grinning at her,</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then, it's your own fault"</I></div> <div> <I>"How my fault?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Because now I won't be satisfied until I get stuffed" she grinned, looking down at her gaping, wet pussy.</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm not a taxidermist" I laughed, </I></div> <div> <I>"Hey . . . . pastries get stuffed also."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, that I can manage. And with what would you like it stuffed?", laughing at her, as she's now pointing to her pussy, looking at my limp cock.</I></div> <div> <I>"This is NOT in any condition to stuff anything", flipping my soggy, limp cock at her. I think the brandy was getting to both of us. This conversation was getting a bit silly.</I></div> <div> <I>"Well . . . I don't need to be tucked into bed, but I would like to be stuffed in bed", and broke out in a hideous laugh. </I></div> <div> <I>"Then you better find the means to make the stuffing, stuffable", again flipping my limp cock around.</I></div> <div> <I>"It does look a bit useless, doesn't it?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Useless, ? ? ? ", the conversation turning into a comedy, "it's beyond useless after your tenderizing it."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well" trying to control her laughing, "your mints made me horny again, and I will find a way to make it stuffable"</I></div> <div> <I>By the time we finished our brandies, laughing and made our way to the shower, we were slightly lit.</I></div> <div> <I>Stumbling around in the shower, soaping each other.  She took the shower head from its holder, rinsing herself then me, playfully massaging my cock to the beginning of a nice erection with her hand and the spray of that hot water.</I></div> <div> <I>"You see" she giggled, pleased that it was going her way, "now I have something for my stuffing, and I am ready."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well I'm not letting it go to waste" also feeling the effects of the brandy, gently teasing her nipples while she was, so called rinsing off the soap. More fondling than rinsing my cock.</I></div> <div> <I>"Uummm, that's nice. I won't be satisfied until I've had this in me. I'm never satisfied until filled."</I></div> <div> <I>"Do I get overtime benefits for this" I chuckled, still kneading her breasts. Both of us sort of in limbo, needing to get out of the shower, but really not ready to stop this. "Or is this still part of the original agreement,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Oh shut-up" her breathing much slower, deeper, "this has nothing to do with business. This is just you and me, and wanting you to fuck the daylights out of me."</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhoooo" I thought, laughing at her sudden assertive brandy burst of thought,  "but then I have always disliked over obliging, timid, submissive women, except when the situation suits. I do admire the spirited woman."</I></div> <div> <I>What normal man would be satisfied with a passive, docile, tamed woman. I have always left those for the man who is insecure in his own. </I></div> <div> <I>"Let's get dried off" she mumbled, stepping out of the shower, my stiff cock still in her hand, pulling me behind her.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Do I have much of a choice" laughing at her giddy play. The brandy had her silly and stumbling slightly.</I></div> <div> <I>"Of course you do" staring into my eyes, "but not until I have my fun"</I></div> <div> <I>"Can I have fun also then,?", smiling, glad to see her so relaxed, and less serious than her usual manner.</I></div> <div> <I>"Come on" shaking her head, towel working on me, then herself, barely dry, "your silliness is making me even hornier."</I></div> <div> <I>These few steps to the bed, my cock again less impressive than moments ago in the shower. That did not go unnoticed by her, as she gave me a gentle shove backwards onto the bed.</I></div> <div> <I>"Did I say assertive earlier?" I thought, "this gal is a determined aggressive suddenly." </I></div> <div> <I>It must have been the brandy added to the few glasses of wine. Any inhibitions she might have had were thrown aside for the moment.</I></div> <div> <I>She wasted no time getting herself straddled, facing me, across my thighs, my diminishing cock between the palms of her hands, licking at the tender crest. It was a hungry, devouring, slobbering wet licking, a complete disregard for manners. </I></div> <div> <I>"ummmm, hehe" she mumbled, lapping at it more  enthusiastically as it came to rise"I love seeing it come alive."</I></div> <div> <I>Whatever she was doing, it was working.  It wasn't long, I felt my cock throbbing between her hot, massaging palms.</I></div> <div> <I>"auuugghhh, that's nice . . . aauuuggghhh" as she raised herself up, straddled over my cock, rubbing its  tender head to her clit, between her wet, weeping mons veneris, again grinding it to her clit.</I></div> <div> <I>With each slow pass between her swollen pussy lips, sliding it a bit deeper in her oozing pussy.  </I></div> <div> <I>"uuuii, uuuiiicchh, uuiicchh" A slight shudder, twitch of her thighs with each deeper entry into her aching torrid depths. Watching her entranced, eyelids fluttering as my cock gradually disappeared, reappeared, had me well aroused now.  The heavy, steamy, flowery aroma wafting from between her thighs, floating, teasing my nostrils, getting stronger each time my cock reappeared.  She seemed to luxuriate, indulging herself. Her fingers pleasuring in the creamy juices which clung to my cock as it withdrew from her, along with her pungent arousal aromas. Her head reeled back, eyes gently closed, fluttering to the feel of my cock disappearing in her, deeply inhaling the musky scents. </I></div> <div> <I>"aauuuuuu, that's nice" she moaned as I gently fondled her breasts, teasing with tips of my fingers her very firm nipples. "keep doing that . . . . pphhffeewwfff, auchh"</I></div> <div> <I>"aauuch,aauucchh", choking on her sudden gasping, convulsive inhaling breath as she slammed herself down on my cock. </I></div> <div> <I>Leaned back, her hands braced to my thighs behind her, slowly rocking, grinding my cock within her rasping heat.  </I></div> <div> <I>"oohh yeaahh" she wheezed out the words, as I flexed my cock in her, clamping her pussy tighter to its throbs, "oooouuuuccchhh, auuuchhhh, ppffeewwffff"</I></div> <div> <I>Her hot, orgasm juices squirting, sloshing from within her around my cock to her now very violent, sudden hip thrusts forward, impaling herself to the hilt, without reserve or shame. </I></div> <div> <I>"Oohhhcchh Ghoddd that f-fff-e-eeellsss g-ggoodd", her whole body, shivering, twitching with each crazed thrust to my stiff member that I was certain she would break it off. </I></div> <div> <I>She had found within her where my cock was doing her the best service, and I froze in that pose, only my hands kneading her breasts, that I not disturb her pleasuring. I suddenly spent all within her, exploding without control. By her flexing, grasping pussy to my cock, I was certain she felt the bursts of my hot juices spurting wildly in her. </I></div> <div> <I>Or it was her scorching orgasm juices flowing around my cock which set me off. She hammered herself up and down my cock with such ambition, slamming down to my groin harder with each thrust. The wet cheeks of her ass slapping to my thighs, as though someone was being beaten.  Her squeals, grunts, moans of pleasure adding to the frenzied spectacle. She was coming down on me with such force I felt I was being driven through the mattress. The tender cheeks of her ass crushing to my balls between my thighs. Several sudden convulsive thrusts, her hands quickly pressed to my chest.</I></div> <div> <I>"ouchh,aauuuurrccchhh,ppfffff,pffff,pfff" her head wrenched to the side above me, face contorted as though she were being tortured, with beads of sweat shimering on her brow, dripping to my cheast. </I></div> <div> <I>A few frozen moments as she crushed her slippery breasts into my hands, soaked with dripping beads of sweat. </I></div> <div> <I>"Ppfffeewww . . . ffaa, ffaa, tthhaat was, pffeeewwff" she slurred, staring down at me, then flung herself off and to my side.    </I></div> <div> <I>It was only minutes, her face buried in the pillow, arm flung across my chest and she was softly snoring.    </I></div> <div> <I>I woke a few minutes before she did, as daylight was just breaking.  Her arm still slung across my chest. her other hand clamped between her thighs.  I wondered if she may not have dreamt a replay of last night.</I></div> <div> <I>She had barely opened her eyes, and the phone rang. </I></div> <div> <I>"Oh my God" she mumbled, not at all pleased about giving up the comfort of the bed, as she jumped up to answer it, "Who the hell is that at this hour,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes, I will arrange for that" I heard her say, then came back and sat at the edge of the bed by me.</I></div> <div> <I>"Look at this" still mumbling, still groggy from sleep, rubbing her hand to my cheeks, "it's all sticking to the phone."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well" I said grinning, "you had your hand buried between your thighs while you were sleeping. You were probably groping yourself in your dreams."</I></div> <div> <I>"Stop it" she smirked, "you'll get me started again.  I can still feel your cock in me."</I></div> <div> <I>"Who was that,?" I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"You have an appointment at two this afternoon. That was the lady who you took to dinner at the Slumlord. She said something about a fantasy you had agreed to?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yeah, . . . .  she wants an afternoon and evening to be treated like a slut."</I></div> <div> <I>"Now why would she want that,?" looking at me a bit puzzled,</I></div> <div> <I>"I have no idea" taking a sip of my coffee, "and actually not my style, but I will try and do my best. Do you have any ideas that might help?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well for one thing, you need to not be quite as polite, and respectful. You need to treat her as though you owned her. Some women like that, feeling like a prized possession. I suppose she wants to experience that." </I></div> <div> <I>"Well, then this is going to be a very interesting afternoon."</I></div> <div> <I>"Although" and now she was getting slightly more serious in thought, "you might consider teasing, without announcing you intentions."</I></div> <div> <I>'What do you mean by that?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Grabbing her ass when she thinks others could be watching for example, or perhaps sliding your hand under her dress in an inappropriate moment. In other words, naughty surprises, keeping her on the edge."</I></div> <div> <I>"You have just given me the perfect idea." I said, and quickly went to the closet, rummaging for something I had long forgotten about.</I></div> <div> <I>"What are you looking for" she yelled at me,</I></div> <div> <I>"Never mind. . . . I'll tell you later. Now I'm going to take a shower and go pick her up for dinner."</I></div> <div> <I>"Where are you meeting her,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"She wanted me to pick her up at her home this time. Did you call for a car?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes I did, he should be here shortly."</I></div> <div> <I>A fifteen minute drive, and she was waiting when I knocked on the door.</I></div> <div> <I>"Let's go inside for a minute" I said, before she had a chance to answer. </I></div> <div> <I>"You have excellent taste.", sliding my hand along her waist. </I></div> <div> <I><IMG SRC="25590c80.jpg" border=0 width="144" height="200" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6">A very simple dress, bare shoulders, modestly low cut in front, a silky, thin material which seemed to cling to her loosely, yet snuggly stretched along the waist and hips. Her idea of slutty was slightly more to the elegant flaunt.   </I></div> <div> <I>"Now, before we go, take off your bra, and panties"</I></div> <div> <I>"This dress without a bra" looking at me a bit flustered.</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes . . . . that dress without a bra."</I></div> <div> <I>"Oh my" as she turned toward the stairs to her bedroom I guessed.</I></div> <div> <I>"Where are you going?"</I></div> <div> <I>"To take off the bra and panties as you asked"</I></div> <div> <I>"No . . . right here. Take them off here."</I></div> <div> <I>"Panties also,?" as she took off the bra, then straightened her dress again. Her nipples quickly poking through the thin material. "Oh my . . . " seeing her breasts aroused so quickly.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ye-e-esss. . . . panties also" taking the bra from her, and placed it on bar.</I></div> <div> <I>I kept quiet, waited, leaning against the bar.  I figured she could call this off anytime she wanted, but slowly she slid her dress up, and wiggled out of her skimpy panties.</I></div> <div> <I>"Here . . put these one instead" taking a pair of crotchless, even skimpier panties from my jacket.</I></div> <div> <I>"Oh my gosh . . . what are these?" as she held them at her waist, fumbling with them.</I></div> <div> <I>"This is a nice, naughty little pair of crotchless panties, with a little extra cushion at your clit. . . So, as soon as you get them on, we can go to dinner."</I></div> <div> <I>I wasn't sure if she was that aroused at the thought, or that shocked at what she had asked for, by her flushed face and trembling hands. Gingerly she  stepped into the panties and slid them up under her dress.</I></div> <div> <I>"Where are we going for dinner?" she asked as we drove off.</I></div> <div> <I>"I thought perhaps The Slumlord again, would be nice.  I understand tonight they have an excellent  seafood menu."</I></div> <div> <I>"There . . . tonight,? You know about tonight?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes, and what better time to have fun, right?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes . . . I suppose so" as she started getting a little anxious, perhaps not sure of what to expect.</I></div> <div> <I><IMG SRC="25da9dc0.jpg" border=0 width="169" height="220" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6">The first Thursday of the month was by invitation only, or if you greased the palm of the Maitre 'd properly, which I had been doing for quite some time. This was the evening when waiters and waitress were barely clothed, topless, then bottomless floorshow, dimly lit dancing, and most of all, when husbands came with their mistresses, and ladies came with their lovers. The gossip seekers, and corporate ladder climbers looking for unspoken leverage.  And occasionally the couple who came to see who was playing around with whom. THAT was the reason for 'invitation only', that husband and wife did not accidentally meet with their lovers.  It was lottery drawing by the Maitre 'd and staff who would be invited.  </I></div> <div> <I>"I feel so vulnerable" she whispered in my ear as the Maitre 'd led us to our table. A booth with a nice view of the rest of the restaurant. "But I must admit, it does have me aroused. So aware of my senses."</I></div> <div> <I>The wine was already at our table as I had ordered in advance. </I></div> <div> <I>"Shall I?" asked the Maitre 'd, the bottle in his hand.</I></div> <div> <I>"Of course" I said, he poured our wine and quickly left.</I></div> <div> <I>"Well . . .my dear Lady . . " raising the glass to her, "here's to a curious evening."</I></div> <div> <I>"What do you mean by curious,?" as she took a sip and set the glass back on the table, leaning toward me.</I></div> <div> <I>"For one thing" I said, as she snuggled closer, wrapping her arms around my neck, "your ex is sitting over there, and yes, he has seen us already."</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhh" starting to squirm slightly, getting even closer, pressing her breasts into my ribs, "I don't care. These panties are getting me so aroused."</I></div> <div> <I>"Are they really?" </I></div> <div> <I>"eeeecchhh" as she took a firm grip around my neck, "wh-wh-what was tthhaat?"</I></div> <div> <I>"You mean this?"</I></div> <div> <I>"ooohhh nooooooo" burying her face to my neck, "what have you done.?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Having fun" I said, sliding me hand between her bare thighs beneath her dress.</I></div> <div> <I>"Oh my" she slurred, her face snuggled to my neck, teasing her damp pussy through the opening in the panties, "can anyone see beneath the table from over there?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Maybe . . . I never thought about it" as she's squirming, turning her legs toward me to hide. "But you are enjoying it, aren't you? I know I am. I love the feel of hot, wet pussy. " quickly sliding one finger deep inside her, pressing firmly to her G spot. Her  legs crossed toward me, thighs clamped tight to my hand.</I></div> <div> <I>"Aauuuu" hugging, kissing my neck, mumbling, "I can't stop myself. Let him watch, I don't care."</I></div> <div> <I>"Why don't we order a starter for now,?" I hinted, wiggling my finger rapidly in her.</I></div> <div> <I>"Phhfffeeeewww" she slurred, gently rocking her hips to my hand, "I think that's a good idea, or I'm going to have an orgasm right here."</I></div> <div> <I>By the time we finished dinner, we were well into the second bottle of wine, and the lady was getting nicely into the slut mood. The wine, groping between her thighs, her dress now slid almost to her hips, the thin shoulders straps fallen down her arms, and clinging to me in heat. I didn't need to do much of anything more than I had been doing.  </I></div> <div> <I>"eeeeeecchhhh . . .", a not so silent screech, slung her legs across mine, grabbed my hand and pressed it between her hot, damp thighs.  "Do that again."</I></div> <div> <I>"Do what again?",  kneading, grabbing handfuls of her trembling fleshy thigh, nearly to the cheeks of her ass.</I></div> <div> <I>"You know . . . .  put your fingers in me" both her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, whispering, her slobbering lips sucking on my ear. "Come on . . . just do it . . . more . . . yes, like that."</I></div> <div> <I>I have no idea what could or could not have been seen from the other tables, but her hanging on me definitely had the attention of her ex, and he had no say in that.  At least we were in a booth, enclosed on three sides, he and his lady were at a table next to the dance floor and no place for intimacy.  It was as though his lady was aroused, or perhaps to display that she could do better, and had her hand in his pants, climbing all over him to his embarrassment.  </I></div> <div> <I>"ooohhhccchh,uuummmmm" she softly moaned in me ear as I groped with two fingers in her.  Subtle as it was, I could hear my fingers sloshing in her flowing, hot wet pussy.  The musky, steamy scent of her arousal was floating up, around us, overbearing the smell of wine. "That feels wonderful, simply wonderful . . . will you dance with? I want to feel like this while dancing."</I></div> <div> <I>She wasn't drunk by any means, but the wine and heated lust had blotted out exactly where we were.</I></div> <div> <I>"Well . . . .come on then" slowly, teasingly working my dripping fingers out of her pussy, "pull your dress down and let's take this slow dance."</I></div> <div> <I>I wasn't sure if it was the wine, my delving in her, or combination of both, but she was a little weak, and shaky in the knees as she came out from behind the table, balancing herself to it.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Well look at him there" glancing quickly at her ex with his lady climbing all over him.</I></div> <div> <I>"I noticed that" I said, taking her hand to lead her to the darkest area of the dance floor, "she started that, I think in competition to you. Perhaps to show him she could do better."</I></div> <div> <I>By the time we got to the dance floor, I noticed that the Maitre 'd and a waiter was asking her ex and his lady to leave.  Her hand in his pants in full view of the other guests was more than they were willing to allow. It seems she had more to drink than she needed, and made a bit of a scene, because they were being asked to leave.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Well" I thought, "this lady has done a fine job of humiliating her 'pillar of the community' ex husband, and enjoying herself in the process."</I></div> <div> <I>"This is nice" she whispered, her face pressed tightly to my chest, arms wrapped around me.</I></div> <div> <I>"aauuucchhh,eeeech,eechh, . . what are you doing?" holding on to me even tighter, a slight, stiffened shudder running through her, "what is that?" </I></div> <div> <I>"This . . " showing her a little black controller about the size of a small cigarette lighter, and pushed the button again.</I></div> <div> <I>"eeeccchhh" a slight wobbly tremble, still trying to dance, "eecchhh,oohhffff" to each touch on the little device.</I></div> <div> <I>"That is the little pad in your panties, resting to your clit" holding her tighter as we danced, "a little surprise I forgot to mention.  A tiny, remote vibrator . . . . feels nice doesn't it"</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh nooo, . . eeccchhh,aaaauuch" her body flexing, grinding tighter to me, as much for support as the tingling to her clit. "pplleaase, d-donn't, eeaacchh, n-noot, aaaiiii, aiii, h-heeerrr,aaaccchh,pphheewwff."</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes here" I said, pressing the button each time she started to talk, "and if you'll just enjoy the dancing, you'll also enjoy that even more."</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohh, eeecchh, d-don,yyiiiaaii,phff,pphff, I-m,oohhmGhhod, . . then,iiaa,at least,ppffuu,grab my ass,aauuchh, and,oochh,myyy,bite my,aauufff,neck softly, . . auuucchhh"</I></div> <div> <I>"You're beginning to appreciate that little device, are you?" I said, teasing her with it again, holding her much tighter now. I could feel the heat of her trembling thighs as she began dancing, grinding herself to me.</I></div> <div> <I>"If, if you're, aauchhh,iiaaii,s-stop one s-seccond." which I did, " If you're going to do that, you better hold on to me tight, because if you make me come standing up, my knees won't support me."</I></div> <div> <I>"eeeeeaacchhh" almost crushing my ribs as she squeezed me tighter. "yy-eesss,ppfff,pffeee,a-again."</I></div> <div> <I>"Then I will hold on to you" I said, intensifying the vibrations to her clitty, in irregular bursts.</I></div> <div> <I>I must admit, this, until now was my most demented sensual torment I had devised.  She was trapped in her own wishes. I had introduced ladies in the past to this little device.  Teased, sitting in a restaurant, or nightclub, or theater, but never while dancing.  Clinging tightly to me, she knew very well she could not turn loose, yet still must appear to be dancing.  Tremors through her body sporadically hammering to my body.  I left the remote on and put it in my pocket, concentrating on keeping us in the motion of dancing. It was one continual orgasm racing through her.  Raking her one hand through her hair, grasping for my hair, wiping beads of sweat from her face, grinding her breasts into my chest.  At times lurching with hips as if violent pains of pleasure ripping through her belly. This was the erotic dance of dances, throwing her head back, swirling as if delirious, staring at the stars, then slamming her face to my neck, drooling, moaning with hot wet breath. </I></div> <div> <I>I could feel the hot, steamy wet flood of her orgasms soaking through her dress to my pants. Her mauling, groping hands to me, to herself had our clothes looking as though we had been rolling in the hay.  She was completely out of control, but much too late to reconsider what I had started.  Our only salvation was the poorly lit dance floor, and the other couples in their own. When she started trying to get her hand inside my slacks, I realized she was no longer aware, or perhaps beyond caring where we were.  It was time to slowly 'waltz' her off the dance floor. Her hair, wet and tangled, dress crumpled, twisted, clinging, sticky wet to her thighs, she was well frayed at the 'edges'.  A fully dressed romp on the living room floor could not have done more to the look as though she had slept in her dress.  She looked more like the morning after than the night before, hanging on me like a hot, soaked beach towel, trembling, moaning, lips drooling to my neck.  It took all me effort to keep her upright and moving as if we were dancing, and slowly stepped us in rhythm to the music to the darkest corner, between the large planters of palms off the dance floor.  She was quivering, shivering as though she were standing naked in a blizzard, her hair hanging over her face, clinging to the beads of sweat dripping down between her breasts. </I></div> <div> <I>By the time I maneuvered into the dark alcove behind the screen of potted palms she was frantically struggling with one hand to undo my trousers, trying to remove those panties beneath her dress with the other.</I></div> <div> <I>It was too late to talk her out of what she wanted or into anything more rational.  My pants undone,  her hand groping, fumbling in my shorts, searching for my cock.  </I></div> <div> <I>"She wanted slutty"  I thought, "she will certainly remember this for a while, and I let her bring it on herself."</I></div> <div> <I>"Come on" she mumbled, almost breathless, frantically grabbing my hand to help remove the panties, "help me get these off."</I></div> <div> <I>Somehow I managed to help slide the scanty panties down past her thighs, the vibrator still going.  With her hands now working my trousers down, I couldn't get to the remote to turn it off.  This was getting slightly out of control, but much to late to slow her down. </I></div> <div> <I>The panties on the floor, still buzzing, her hands yanking my cock eagerly for erection, which was not happening quick enough to her satisfaction. </I></div> <div> <I>"Oh Ghhhod" she mumbled, dropping quickly to her knees, "I've got to have it now . . . right now."</I></div> <div> <I>And just as quickly wrapped her lips around my cock,  frantically sucking on it without reserve.</I></div> <div> <I>This was not the place for her antics, and I was hoping we were well hidden in the dark behind the large plants, but too late to worry about being discovered.  I learned long ago, when a woman is to this stage, it's less hazardous to satisfy her desires that being discovered. </I></div> <div> <I>She had quickly sucked and slobbered my cock a very proud erection. </I></div> <div> <I>"Come on . . . nowwww, give it to me nowww" she mumbled, still drooling, as she stood, bent over, leaning on the planter, shaking her hips as she hiked her dress baring her pale ass to me. "Come on . . . . Fuck me . . fuck me."</I></div> <div> <I>I wasted no time in driving my cock deep in her drenched, quivering pussy.  I was just hoping no one was standing on the other side of the planters within hearing distance of her mumbling, moaning as she came.</I></div> <div> <I>"Oh Ghhoddddd . . . aauucchh, h-h-harrrder . . . uuummmccchhhh . . ppffffuu, pfffuu.",  pressing, thrusting her ass to me, swaying, grinding her hips around my cock.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh mmmyyy" barely breathing, reaching around behind her rubbing my thigh, "help me up please."</I></div> <div> <I>She just stood there, still trembling, fumbling with her dress, brushing her fingers though her hair, dazed, trying to regain her composure.</I></div> <div> <I>"Shall we make our way back to the table?" holding her while she trying to unruffle her dress back to presentable.</I></div> <div> <I>"Wow" shaking her head weakly, as we came from behind the planters.  With the music, several couples dancing, no one noticed us, which was a relief.</I></div> <div> <I>"Would you like something to drink?" I asked as we sat back at our table.</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes I would" as the waiter came to the table, "a nice strong espresso and a very large brandy."</I></div> <div> <I>She took the brandy with both hands, still trembling slightly and too a nice long, slow sip.</I></div> <div> <I>"Are you ready to leave?" I asked as she stood.</I></div> <div> <I>"Not yet . . . I left the panties back there."</I></div> <div> <I>"Leave them"</I></div> <div> <I>"Oh noooo" she grinned, "I want them as a souvenir, they're mine."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then I'll go get them for you."</I></div> <div> <I>"No, I want to do this myself."</I></div> <div> <I>A few minutes later she came back with the panties tightly wadded in her clenched grip, stuffed them quickly into her purse and took another sip of her brandy.</I></div> <div> <I>"Can I also have the controller please?" she asked, "and turn it now before someone might see my purse vibrating?"</I></div> <div> <I>I had completely forgotten about the controller, quickly took it from my pocket, turned it off and handed it to her.  </I></div> <div> <I>"I must say" taking another sip of her brandy, "you have more than satisfied my appetite.  I still can't believe I behaved like that.  Just thinking about the tingling feeling of the vibration excites me."</I></div> <div> <I>I was getting the feeling she was now eager to talk about the little adventure, as she kept glancing in the direction of the planters. </I></div> <div> <I>"How do I look?" brushing her fingers through her hair again to straighten it, "is anyone looking at us?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Actually" taking a sip of my brandy, discretely slid my hand along her thigh under her dress to her still wet and sticky pussy, "we have drawn a few stares, and I am catching a nice scent of your orgasm."</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh my Ghhod . . . ", another shudder running through her, trying to sip casually on her drink, "I guess I asked for this, didn't I?"</I></div> <div> <I>She reached down, quickly glancing around the room, grabbed my wrist through her dress trying to pull my hand away.</I></div> <div> <I>"Oh no"  I said, digging my fingers  between her tightly closed thighs to her pussy, "sip you brandy."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then order me another one" hesitantly parting her thighs, closing, parting a bit wider with each flex.</I></div> <div> <I>"You didn't get enough back there" I said, motioning to the waiter, "did you?"</I></div> <div> <I>Now struggling to get my hand from between her thighs before the waiter comes too close to our table. I firmly kept it pressed to her pussy, to her nervous squirming until the very last moment when I thought the waiter might notice.</I></div> <div> <I>"You're making a wreck out of me" she whispered as the waiter set her brandy on the table and left, and I quickly slid my hand back between her thighs, "my heart is pounding from my chest, and I feel like the blood is boiling through my veins."</I></div> <div> <I>Then she quickly grabbed the glass with trembling hand and took another swallow.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Between your fingers in me and this brandy, you may have to help me out of here." , but now with the feel of pleasure, and drink, she had her thighs welcomed spread for my groping fingers. One arm around my neck, pressing, grinding her breast to my arm.  Although somewhat shielded in the corner booth of the restaurant, we were catching a few quick, passing stares from tables across the room. </I></div> <div> <I>I must admit, it wasn't an easy task, sipping my brandy with one hand and digging in her still dripping, hot pussy beneath her dress the other.  The more I groped, the more she rocked her hips, hiding from the view of other, only by the large table cloth hanging over the front table.  Again her drooling lips nuzzled to my neck, moaning softly, then a quick sip of her drink and back again.</I></div> <div> <I>"You best get your tit back into your dress, . . . don't you think?", seeing her bare breast  pressed to my arm. She had not noticed her shoulder strap fall, and he bare tit freed to my arm.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohh myy Ghhod" quickly setting her glass to the table, turned more toward me to hide from the view of the restaurant and pulled her dress back up. "You better get the check and get me out of here, you're driving me insane.  I need more than your fingers in me now . . . ppffeewww, aaaauughhh."</I></div> <div> <I>"Look at what you've done to my fingers" showing her the creamy pussy nectars clinging, after I had motioned for the waiter with that hand.</I></div> <div> <I>"Give me your hand" pulling for my hand to her lap from view, frantically wiped my fingers with her napkin as the waiter came with the check and threw my hand back onto the table.</I></div> <div> <I>"Was everything to your satisfaction?" asked the waiter, setting the check to the table.</I></div> <div> <I>"Excellent . . . thank you."</I></div> <div> <I>"Shall I get the lady's wrap for her?" he asked, knowing she was not as presentable as when we first arrived.</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes" she stammered in a weak voice.</I></div> <div> <I>"No . . " I said, as I stood, reaching for her hand to help her slide out of the booth, trying to straighten her dress as she stood, "we'll get it on the way out."</I></div> <div> <I>"Very well Sir" as he stood off to the side, "have a good evening, and come again."</I></div> <div> <I>"Quickly" she whispered, clinging to my arm, smiling, nodding to a table of ladies who must have been acquaintances, "I'm all wet from your doings, and you better plan on doing something about that when we get out of here."</I></div> <div> <I>"I have every intention" I said,</I></div> <div> <I>"And it won't wait . . . I'm so aroused right now, I'm burning up."</I></div> <div> <I>I intentionally had the driver park the car toward the back of the parking lot, and sent him home.</I></div> <div> <I>"Where are we going" as we walked between the rows of cars?"</I></div> <div> <I>"My car is back there" pointing toward the fence, "I sent the driver home."</I></div> <div> <I>"Do you know exactly where he parked it?" she asked anxiously.  I was guessing that the slight, warm breeze was finding its way under her short dress along her wet thighs, teasing her to distraction.</I></div> <div> <I>"Why not?" I thought, stopped as she said that, and turned her toward me.</I></div> <div> <I>"Don't you think we should get in the car?" she mumbled,</I></div> <div> <I>"This isn't my car" as I lifted her dress up over her hips, exposing her soft plump ass to the night air, laid her back slowly on the hood, "but since you're so anxious, why wait."</I></div> <div> <I>"What if someone comes?" she mumbled as I spread thighs high and wide.</I></div> <div> <I>"Hopefully this isn't their car" bending down to take a firm hold of her pussy with my lips.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhhhhhh" she resigned herself to the pleasure, "ohhhhhh that's making me dizzy"</I></div> <div> <I>It was the brandy, and the fast moving clouds past the moon that was adding to her delirium.  I had planned to take her to the car, but seeing the coming of a storm, the racing feathery clouds passing the moon, and that she wanted the most, I took advantage of the environment. I could just imagine what was racing through her well cultured mind. Naked from the waist down, legs spread to the sky, her bare ass on the hood of some stranger's car in the parking lot of a restaurant where most people very well know her. Not to mention me, with my hands keeping her thighs high and spread, probing with firm tongue in her oozing, aching pussy.</I></div> <div> <I>"Aauuuccchhhh, tt-tthhaaasshh w-w-wonderfffflll,uummmgghh", she moaned, staring up at the wisping clouds, her thighs flaying, legs wrapped around my shoulders, and the a few not so silent shrieks as I sucked harder on her clit, flicking, wiggling my fingers in her pussy. That last shriek of pleasure must have startled her as well, as she quickly yanked her dress up to her mouth with both hands and clenched it between her teeth to repress her cries.  Her panting, gasping moans now muffled, chewing on her saliva soaked dress.  </I></div> <div> <I>I could feel the air getting heavy around us, hot, muggy for so late in the evening, a storm brewing nearer.  "This was no time to be worrying about the weather" I thought, as I pressed my lips tighter to her firm, exposed clit, flicking rapidly with tip of tongue to its base.  Her body shuddering, shivering in rhythm </I><I> with each pass of tongue along the smooth exposed nib, the metal of the hood of the car creaking to her rolling, quaking body. I braced my arms firmly beneath, around her thighs to reach the soft, luscious folds of flesh to keep her clitty bare to my assault, and the warm night air. </I></div> <div> <I>Her legs so tightly clamped around my back, I felt the heels of her shoes digging to my spine.  With the start of a slight drizzle, the mild, cold droplet of rain to her bare belly seemed to drive her beyond reason.  She had abandoned all inhibitions. Still holding her slobber soaked dress to her mouth with one frantic hand, pulling my hair with the other.  Pressing my face harder to her quivering, oozing  hot pussy, squirting her hot orgasm juices to my chin, flowing to the hood of the car. A few moments of violent, explosive shudders, muffled shrieks, deep guttural, gargling moans and she went limp.  Draped on her back, legs handing limply down the hood.</I></div> <div> <I>"Aauuuuffff, pppffffuuuuuuu" she cooed, holding her chewed on, soaked dress to her chest, spread, naked from beneath her breasts, quivering. "Help me up please, I can't move."</I></div> <div> <I>"I think she got what she asked for" I thought, and perhaps a bit more. Her elegant, but simple dress looked as though she had been dragged through briars. Crumpled, badly wrinkled in front where she had been crushing it between her hands and teeth, and the back, well . . . . she had polished the dirt and dust from that car, leaving a very evident impression of what had transpired on the hood.</I></div> <div> <I>The storm never came, only the wind and a mild drizzle, leaving the impression of her naked ass, and her crumpled dress on the hood of the car.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Ohh my goshhhh" she mumbled, looking back at the evidence on the dark hood, trying to straighten her dress, "what are we going to do about that,?" </I></div> <div> <I>"Not a thing" taking her by the arm in the direction of my car, "it's something for the owner to talk about, and wonder who."</I></div> <div> <I>She just slumped herself into the seat as I opened the door for her, head back against the rest, staring out the window.</I></div> <div> <I>"Will you light me a cigarette,?" she asked, slightly dazed.</I></div> <div> <I>"You don't smoke"</I></div> <div> <I>"I will now, this once"</I></div> <div> <I>She was puffing and slightly choking on it as I drove off, but seemed to be getting pleasure from it.</I></div> <div> <I>She still had difficulty walking gracefully as I escorted her to the door of her house.  weak, wobbly, and rather slowly.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Oohhhh myyy word" as she saw herself for the first time in the wall mirror in the hall. "I don't believe it."</I></div> <div> <I>Actually, I had a time believing it myself.  Her hair, tangled, wet, matted. Makeup smudged. Lipstick from her chin to her forehead. The thigh high stocking crumpled halfway down her legs, with runs everywhere. Mascara to her nose, cheeks, and her dress, well it looked like it has been used to mop the floor. </I></div> <div> <I>"Good night then" I smiled, looking at the image of her in the mirror.</I></div> <div> <I>"Close the door on your way out" a kiss to her fingers, touched to my lips, and staggered up the stairs.</I></div> <div> <I>When I finally got back to the apartment, Kinga was in the kitchen, with a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table.  Only one large candle in the center of the table for light there, and the weak light from the partially opened bathroom door.</I></div> <div> <I>I quickly kicked off my shoes, stripped to my shorts, and sat down at the table.</I></div> <div> <I>"I thought you'd be asleep by now"  pouring myself a glass of wine, lit a cigarette.</I></div> <div> <I>"What did you do to that woman?" she asked, leaning back in her chair,</I></div> <div> <I>"Why do you ask?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I just had a call a few minutes ago.  It seems she must have called a friend of hers right after you left her house, and that woman just called looking for 'adventure' with you."</I></div> <div> <I>"That was quick" taking a swallow of my wine, "it only took me twenty minutes to get from her house to here."</I></div> <div> <I>"So tell me" she asked, </I></div> <div> <I>"Let's just say I raked her over the coals, and she must have liked it."</I></div> <div> <I>"And she wasted no time in sharing the word within her group of friends."  she said, running her hand under her blouse, to her shoulder.</I></div> <div> <I>"And what are you so edgy about?" I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"Well . . . . how about raking ME over the coals, I'm a bit stressed.  Was sleeping soundly when that woman called."</I></div> <div> <I>"Why should that stress you?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well . . .you didn't have to listen to a slightly inebriated, horny woman telling me all that you did to her friend and that she wanted the same. You know how one boasts, and the next adds to the boasting.  According to her, you have a ten inch cock like an oak tree, a ten inch tongue that can slap a G spot, and four hands."</I></div> <div> <I>"Really?" I said, choking on my wine, "and you sat there patiently listening?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well . . . the more she went on, she got herself worked up, and listening to her breathing, and the re-told detailed descriptions got me worked up. So now I need to be defused. After all, a woman shouldn't have to listen to another woman telling  her friend's unlimited orgasms with all the elaborate descriptions. Did you really suck her clitty on the hood of some car in the parking lot with your fingers in her pussy and her butt?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yeah . . . . that I did."</I></div> <div> <I>"So how about doing a bit for me before we go to sleep?"</I></div> <div> <I>"If you can bring life back into this mythical oak tree, you can rake yourself over the coals"  I laughed,</I></div> <div> <I>"Are you telling me that the woman who just called is inflating your proficiency?" she grinned,</I></div> <div> <I>"I'll let you be the appraiser if you wish."</I></div> <div> <I>"Is that a 'YES'?" hinting to pull off her nightie, kneading her breasts, pressing her hand between her thighs,</I></div> <div> <I>"It's a,  'looks like you already decided, YES'"</I></div> <div> <I>"Then you won't mind if I 'rake myself over the coals'" pulled off her nightie, threw it across the table at me, and slithered her glowing naked body around the table, drooling, scanning eyes from my bare chest to my shorts.  Her hungry eyes, her steamy, eager body slowly kneeling between my thighs was hard to ignore. </I></div> <div> <I>"But first I must have something to rack myself on, . . . . don't I?",  as she pulled down my shorts.</I></div> <div> <I>"Not looking too much like that 'oak tree', is it?" I said looking down at my limp cock, no sign of response.</I></div> <div> <I>"You're right, not very impressive or much to boast about as that woman had"  she grinned, teasingly fondling my lazed member, "but I can still have fun."</I></div> <div> <I>Glowing, eager quivering hands, steamy aroma rising from her damp aroused body, but she gave no indications of being in any hurry.  Gently, leisurely, she fondled, caressed, leaning slowly closer, brushing her breasts along my thighs. Raking, first one nipple along my left thigh, then back raking her other nipple along my right thigh, then again, working herself closer to my cock with each pass.   </I></div> <div> <I><IMG SRC="25fdca50.jpg" border=0 width="220" height="165" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6">"uuummmmmmm", she chanted, rubbing the soft crest of my limp cock to her very erect nipples.  It was not what she was doing to me which was bringing this drooping flesh to arousal, rather watching what she was doing to herself.  Watching this limp, shrunken thing slowly rising to a smooth, rigid, polished ivory, with its glowing, red head again raging in her clenched, warm grip. </I></div> <div> <I>She squashed the stiffness of my member tight in her grip, pressing her hand down to its base as she flicked its pink shiny head across her nipple. It seemed as an arousing erotic ritual to her, staring through drooping eyes at the union of throbbing crest to hard nipple.  Gently, slowly rubbing my stiff cock around her nipple, pressing indents into her breast to force drops of prelude juices which oozed out to her delight. Each tiny droplet of cream she milked from my cock she carefully wiped to her nipple, reeled back her head, eyes rolled back in her head in delight.  This ritual was not for my pleasure. She had the rigid, throbbing cock she wanted, and made sure it would remain stiff by her crushing grip around the base.  Shameless hungry moisture flowing from the corners of her mouth to her chin as she watched her hard nipple raking along the swollen crest of my cock.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Are you enjoying yourself" I asked, feeling more like a breathing object in her hand.</I></div> <div> <I>"uuummmm", taking her other hand from between her thighs to wipe the slobber from her lips as though she had been eating a juicy fruit, "it just feels so hot to my nipple. It sends a tingling feeling right to my pussy each time I press it to me titty."</I></div> <div> <I>"If you keep doing that too much longer" trying to hold back from releasing all over her, "I will not be responsible for myself."</I></div> <div> <I>"I know" she moaned, "I can feel that in my hand, on my nipple.  That's what's making me so hot. I can feel it, like your cock is about to explode, and it's making me feel the same. See this, I'm flooding."</I></div> <div> <I>Still that tight, crushing grip around my cock, she dug her free hand deep into her pussy. With dripping fingers, coated with creamy, translucent juices she slowly painted the head of my aching cock with these nectars. Carefully, tenderly she ritually coated the crest to shimmering.  Seeing her arousal juices dripping from my cock made her hands tremble. Again she groped deep in herself, and repeated her phallic rite. </I></div> <div> <I>"Isn't that beautiful" licking her lips, choking on her words, more eagerly rubbing my coated cock harder to her breast., "auuuuuffff, uuuummmmm, I'm sooo close, that's what feels so wonderful."</I></div> <div> <I>Keeping herself at that peak, as high as she could just before orgasm. Seeing, feeling her near orgasm was making it hard for me to control my release. At times I had to close my eyes or look around the room to break from seeing her arousal which was taking me along even faster.</I></div> <div> <I>Once again she soaked her hand with her juices from between her thighs, wrapping her drenched hand around the shaft. Her other hand groping for more from her oozing pussy, and slowly coated the entire length of my cock, sliding one hand over the other down to the base, then again. One soaked hand, cupped sliding down from the crest, to the base of the shaft, followed by her other hand, again and again.</I></div> <div> <I>My poor cock begging for release which I would not allow yet. She had been playing this game of hers for no less than half an hour, which seemed like a lifetime, holding back my want to release. My thighs now quivering in pleasurable pain to each touch of her hand around the tender swollen crest.</I></div> <div> <I>"I can't hold back much longer if you keep fondling it like that" I said, flinching to her touch.</I></div> <div> <I>"I know" she said, barely breathing, "that's what is driving me wild, I can feel my pussy  throbbing. I need it in me right now. Aauuucccchhhh"</I></div> <div> <I>As she raised herself up, turned her ass to me.  Still one hand tightly grasping my cock, slowly slid herself down, and even slower impaled herself on my aching shaft.</I></div> <div> <I>All her action now was as in a savoring slow motion.  Slow, rolling, grinding her ass, pressed to my groin. Rocking herself back and forth, and again rolling her hips, swaying from side to side. I could feel the electric, raking shock waves through my cock, her searching within for the most pleasure.  It felt hot coals burning in her around the head of my cock.  Her slow, methodical gyrations around my rigid shaft felt as though her scorching, aroused inner corrugations were rasping the flesh to raw meat.  It was as though bolts of lightning, or scorching irons were poking harder and harder all around my cock.</I></div> <div> <I>"Aauuuuucchhhh" the reflection of her face in the wall mirror looking as though she were being tortured, "it feels so hot, like fire inside me, pppfffffff, oohhhh mmyyyyy"</I></div> <div> <I>Her inner muscles fanning, dancing, playing in rhythm  to her rolling hips had me struggling, waiting for her orgasm.  When I thought I could hold back no longer I felt the shudders, quivers in her thighs pressed on mine. Her hands clamped to my knees she pushed herself harder back, the cheeks of her ass molding to me, shaking as she slammed back to my groin.  </I></div> <div> <I>"H-hollld me" shivering uncontrollably, my hands firmly to her soft fleshy waist, "n-n-n-oo, h-here"</I></div> <div> <I>Frantically, quickly ripping my hand from her waist to press it to her breast, then my other hand. Hunched over, crushing my hands between her breasts and my thighs,  grinding, humping herself up and down.  Her belly muscles rippling, flexing to my thighs like fast rolling waves.</I></div> <div> <I>"aauufff, aauuff, aufff, h-h-haarrder" moaning, her head bobbing back, down , "ss-sshqueeeze h-h-harder"</I></div> <div> <I>Somewhere during her cock to nipple teasing the air conditioner must have quit.  The energy she was exerting, coupling herself on my stiff shaft, and my efforts to stay inside her on that unstable kitchen chair had us both dripping wet with sweat. She seemed to luxuriate in our sweat drenched condition, floating her breasts around in my slippery hands.  </I></div> <div> <I>I just had the horrible thought of that chair not surviving when one leg collapsed.  Until we hit the floor, she was still thrusting her ass to my groin, trying for as much of my stiff in her as length would allow.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhh Ghhhodddd,n-n-n-ooo" moaning as she quickly flipped herself over to her knees, head to the hard tile floor, feverishly swaying her ass. "p-p-pu-put it in", spreading her quivering, drenched thighs wider.</I></div> <div> <I>Before I could regain my balance, to get to my knees she had raised herself up, pushed me back flat to my back and just as quickly mounted herself again on me. She must have been at the pinnacle of her orgasm when the chair collapsed.  Grinding herself, thrusting back, I was sure she had the raw crest of my cock crushed against her inner muscles and bone reaching for her G spot. I was certain that was not possible, but her attempt felt as though my stiff member would snap from its base.  The violent actions, the cheeks of her ass crushing to my thighs was squeezing my balls between my own thighs, almost to pain.  </I></div> <div> <I>"aaauuccchhh, yiiaaaiii,aaii,pppffff", her eruption spraying from within her, around  my barely visible cock, to my belly. A pool of translucent hot fluids where her drenched quivering flesh melted to mine. A flood of orgasm such as I had never seen. The sounds of air followed by the vacuum her pussy had created trying to suck my cock in deeper. </I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhhh myyyy" she whined, seeing the pool of her release, the tremors through her body, burst of air from </I><I>within her, "ohhh wow . . that felt wonderful . . . uuuuuu . . still feels good when  I move."</I></div> <div> <I>She still kept flinching to the sloppy, wet passing of air from her pussy, trying to mask the sounds with talk.</I></div> <div> <I>"Why should you be ashamed or embarrassed by something so natural.?"  I said,  "it was just your pussy trying to suck in more cock than I have."</I></div> <div> <I>"I know . . . . you were touching something in me I had not felt before.  I couldn't stop. . . . pphhheeww . . . still tingling."</I></div> <div> <I>"I see that." shudders still running through her.</I></div> <div> <I>"You didn't come, did you?" she questioned rather sheepishly, "you're still hard in me."</I></div> <div> <I>"I couldn't" I said, "you were crushing my balls and it hurt. It kept me from coming. And besides, I was under the impression that this was strictly a service call."</I></div> <div> <I>"Alright", she grinned, reaching behind her to free my balls from that crushing, "if that's what it is, then you won't mind since I'm already mounted if I continue to service myself?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Do I have a choice?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes you do." un-mounting herself, slid her ass back to sit spread on my knees. I was not sure I liked the way she was grinning at me. Both hands clenched around my cock as someone about to yank a pole out of the ground.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Now I wonder what your choice will be." reaching for the jar of molasses from the table, and dribbled the brown sugary goo slowly to the head of my pale pink cock. "The choice . . . . the shower or . . . ", Slowly leaned forward, and took a gentle lick of the syrup.</I></div> <div> <I>"Show me that 'or' again, to help me decide,"  I grinned,</I></div> <div> <I>"The 'or' as you call it is . . . . ., " As she leaned back, trickled molasses delicately from her navel, trailing to just above her clit, again leaned forward and took a lingering lick from my pulsating cock.</I></div> <div> <I>"The shower can wait . . . . ppfffeeewwww," barely getting the words out to her slow, cat-like licking on the raw, tender flesh.</I></div> <div> <I>'Wise choice," she slurred in that sticky mess, still wrapping her tongue around the most sensitive base of the crest, "uuummmmggghhh,"</I></div> <div> <I>With that, my stiff member disappeared between her warm, wet pressed lips.  Completely engulfed, her tongue flicking at the crest, she slowly pivoted herself around to spread her thighs to either side of my face.  I must admit, a delicious, teasing sight.  Her eager pussy gaped, dripping with the sweet golden syrup to my lips. The pale pastel pinks of raw quivering folds squirming closer to me lips.  She held that firm lip hold on my cock to the very base.  Her teasing tongue sending shudders through my body as she swayed her ass, slowly inching her pussy closer to my reaching tongue.  </I></div> <div> <I>"uummmmmghhh, uuummccchhh," she mumbled, not relinquishing the vacuum hold on my cock, gently, rubbing her the soft folds of pussy back and forth to my tongue, my lips. It was a delicate fanning from side to side. Each pass, every so gradually lingering longer, tighter to my lips. I must admit, it was very intoxicating.  The steamy musky scents of her arousal mixed with the aroma of the molasses, and the gentle passing of her gaping pussy to my taste, and again as though for me to see.  She was pleasing herself with this display.  </I></div> <div> <I>Very much a self gratifying teasing.  Grinding her spreading pussy from side to side past my flickering tongue. The folds of flesh clinging, dragging, sticking to my cheeks in the sticky mess. </I></div> <div> <I>"uuummmccchh,uummmccch," her full mouthed, almost choking moans as she lazily raked her clitty from my chin, over the tip of my nose, grinding to my forehead and back again. Each pass along the length of my face left more of a trail of her dripping arousal juices.  My forehead bore the full weight of her body as she ground her clitty to it, then floated the raw, quivering flesh back to my lips, searching for my tongue.  </I></div> <div> <I>"uuummmcch, liiicchh thhssaatt," mumbling with her lips, slobbering around the length of my cock.</I></div> <div> <I>It was my groping tongue into her scorching pussy she wanted more of.  With tighter grip, arms wrapped around her ample, soft ass, I pulled her to my lips, digging my tongue deeper into her heat. Ohhh yes, she definitely loved my rapidly flickering tongue slapping in her oozing depths.  Not that it hindered my gorging on all her delicious favors, her crushing quivers, spurting orgasms. Her frantic desires slamming, grinding to my slovenly feasting made the most beastly, revoltingly arousing sounds. </I></div> <div> <I>"uuummccchh,aaaiiiyycchh," she slurred as she shuddered, spasms raced though her hot, rolling thighs. Thumping, slapping her pussy to my face in search of my invading tongue, sounding as throwing a soggy sponge to a wall. It was as though her spread, raw, dripping flesh was driving her. A few more poking thrusts of stiff tongue into her, and I quickly found her clitty between my lips begging for my tight lipped, sucking grip.  With all the energy she was exerting from her thighs, trembling cheeks of her ass, to her flaps of pussy pounding to my face, she held firm hold around my thighs, my cock engulfed in her scorching mouth. </I></div> <div> <I>"aaauuuuuuu," that hurts, I flinched, frozen, crushing her clitty between my lips for an instant, "uuaaaah"</I></div> <div> <I>It must have felt wonderful for her, the sudden crunch of her fingers around my balls. An uncontrolled reaction on my part for the sudden pain, which pleased her clitty to heavenly bliss. Her pussy has drenched, beat, pounded, raked every inch of my face. I felt, and must have looked like that soggy sponge. At times the sticky molasses, when she lingered too long seemed to glue her spread pussy to my face. A ripping sound of suction as her mons veneris stretched free to continue its quest for pleasure.  I only knew where she was, or where I was between those happy, sloppy, delicious pussy lips was the sight of the birthmark on her inner thigh which at times I caught sight of.  That birthmark seemed to scream at me at times when it came into view, "suck clitty now". </I></div> <div> <I><IMG SRC="279dcb90.jpg" border=0 width="220" height="185" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6">As much as I enjoyed wrapping my lips around it, I was dreading her crushing hands to my balls. Of course, quite impossible to break from these shared pleasures. How to explain in detail with all that sloppy, wet heat to my lips, that her ball crushing grip of pleasure was NOT the throttle which accelerated my clitty sucking. </I></div> <div> <I>Or perhaps it was as they say, the more pain, the more gain. The pain mine, the gain hers. So great was the flood that flowed from between the gaping lips of her pussy, I was again blinded.  This hot, pearly fluid flowed down along my cheeks as I lapped at her moist, succulent flesh drenched with her liquid stream.  There was a blazing fire raging within her out of control.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Ohh ggeeezzz  woman, don't do that again," I slobbered, not missing a lick, flinching in pain.</I></div> <div> <I>"Do what?" her slurring words, my cock still to her lips.</I></div> <div> <I>"Crush my balls like that," a few more nibbles on her clitty, " . . . . it hurts." </I></div> <div> <I>This slovenly prattle as we continued our pleasures. </I></div> <div> <I>"Shhorrry," not missing a few more slurps along the length of my throbbing member, "I thought you liked it,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Gently yesshhh," nibbling on her clitty, "but not like crushing walnuts."</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh yeesshh, crushing nuts," with a cackling laugh, then back to grinding her pussy to my face,</I></div> <div> <I>"</I><I>Umha,umha,hafhafhafhaf,uum,uumm,. . . j-j-ussst l-l-like tthhaaat," she slurred, again squeezing my balls, but a bit gentler, "k-keeep d-doing that."</I></div> <div> <I>It was only a few seconds before she froze in a contorted, crushing her pussy to my face position.  Several quick hammering hip thrusts, slapping her clitty to my chin, spurting, flooding her hot orgasm to my face. </I></div> <div> <I>In those few seconds of her wild release, it felt as though she inhaled my cock and tried suck my brains out through it. </I></div> <div> <I>This kitchen was too small to screw a coat hook to the wall, yet we managed to screw each other on the floor.</I></div> <div> <I>We had seriously gotten involved in ramming and wrapping tongues for our pleasures.  We were now tangled beneath the small kitchen table, her head hitting the bottom of a chair, me now staring up between her sloppy wet thighs, looking up at the underside of the table.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh, now THAT is really disgusting," I slobbered  between her still quivering thighs. Eyes burning, clouded vision from her release.</I></div> <div> <I>"Hey," now a bit irritated at my remark, "I thought you enjoyed that as much as I did? Now you say what you see is disgusting?" Then gave my limber cock a teasing slap.</I></div> <div> <I>"Hey, don't do that," trying to shift my face from between her thighs for a better look. "You should see the underside of this table.  There must have been some real slobs living here before."</I></div> <div> <I>"What are you talking about," banging her head under the chair as she raised up.</I></div> <div> <I>"There's chewing gum, food and hate to mention what else hanging from it like stalactites. Let me up and let's get out from under here."</I></div> <div> <I>It took a little careful maneuvering to unravel ourselves safely  from between the chair and table legs. </I></div> <div> <I>"Uurrcchhh, that is disgusting," looking at the underside of the table as she stood up. "Tomorrow I'll put this out to the trash and buy a new one."</I></div> <div> <I>We straightened out the chairs.  I poured us each a nice sized brandy.</I></div> <div> <I>"I must admit,"  after taking a sip of her brandy, "you do have a wonderful determination and understanding of the clit. I can still feel the  tingling."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well Nina," I said, "the clitty is like a stringed instrument in violin family.  There are fiddles, violins and then the Stradivarius.  Each caressed, played from the heart with feeling will move the soul. It's a matter of recognizing which is which and playing it with feeling."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then," she asked, "which of those am I?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Before I answer that," knowing that would be her question, "let me say that not one is above the other when using them as analogy, compared to clits. I was using that as a way of explaining that each has its own charm."</I></div> <div> <I>"So then explain yourself,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, as the fiddle clit so to speak, it likes, and needs lively, emotional attention as compared to perhaps a Gypsie tune, with all its explosive passion. The fiddle clit is very forgiving.  By that I mean, it tolerates poor finesse. It does not require much mastery to bring it to happiness.  The violin clit however requires much more proficiency to bring it to the state of pleasure.  It would be as mastering a symphony violin first chair.  Each note played with purpose, from fanfare to finale, with the grand finale you must expect to continue for many encores.  NOW, the  </I><I>Stradivarius, that is the challenge clit.  It must be caressed, tongue bathed with the utmost attention to detail.  One note out of place, one tongue tease out of sequence and she who is attached to that clit will quickly let you know that you are not doing it as she wishes."</I></div> <div> <I>"So now tell me," she demanded, as she slung one leg up on the table, spreading herself to my view, "which am I?"</I></div> <div> <I>"You Nina are definitely the proud owner of the fiddle,"  I grinned, "it must be played with passionate enthusiasm."</I></div> <div> <I>About that time the phone rang, she jumped up, startled by it at the late hour already. Sipped my brandy while she sat at the edge of the bed, talking, listening, and seemed as though she was making notes from what I could see from my vantage point.</I></div> <div> <I>"Well," she blurted as she came back into the kitchen, "you have an appointment tomorrow evening."</I></div> <div> <I>"Really," I said, "who, what, where?"</I></div> <div> <I>"She will meet you at, believe it or not, the L'Affaire Restaurant, table number four is reserved.  She will be waiting there for you."</I></div> <div> <I>"Sounds like a dissatisfied, poorly serviced wife."</I></div> <div> <I>"You're right," she grinned, "she is the friend of the lady you entertained in the car, the wife of the owner of the restaurant."</I></div> <div> <I>"SAY WHAT?" I blurted, "are you insane? Do I look like I have a death wish?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well," she grinned, "you said you like a challenge, and this is a good one."</I></div> <div> <I>"I guess so. But I am allergic to lead."</I></div> <div> <I>"Not a problem," she grinned, "her husband is paying for this, in more ways than one."</I></div> <div> <I>"Tell me about it."</I></div> <div> <I>"They were both on the phone just now.  It seems she caught him with the cook, and rather than create a mess, he has agreed for her to have a fling. Apparently he is the mind behind the restaurant and she is the money, and they need each other."</I></div> <div> <I>"That is really great," taking a nice long sip of my brandy, "and I guess you told her I could manage that."</I></div> <div> <I>"I told her that she would get much better from you than her husband got from the cook. Her name is Bianca, and she sounds like she knows what she wants."</I></div> <div> <I>With that said, we quickly took a shower and went to bed.  Tomorrow would be a very interesting day.</I></div> <div> <I>It was just before noon when I woke first, stumbled to the kitchen for coffee.</I></div> <div> <I>"Are you ready for today?" she asked pouring a coffee.</I></div> <div> <I>"What aren't you telling me about this afternoon's appointment?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Nothing," I knew very well she not telling me all that had been arranged, "but I did ask double normal, and she agreed.  That should motivate you."</I></div> <div> <I>Now I knew there was more than she was telling, but no sense digging, she would never tell."</I></div> <div> <I>Later . . . . by the time I finished my shower, she had all my clothes for the appointment laid out.</I></div> <div> <I>A short cab ride, twenty minutes later I entered </I><I>L'Affaire.  The Maitre d' was expecting me, and knew exactly </I><I>who I was.  He quickly led me to the lady at table number four.  It was actually quite a cozy corner booth, lit only by the light from the other side of the restaurant and one short candle on the table.  Even in the dim light I could see she knew very well, to distract from what she considered her liabilities and draw focus to her desires.</I></div> <div> <I>Her eyes scanned me as quickly as mine scanned her as I came closer to the table. She took a deep breath, and very subtly thrust her chest forward as she sat forward.  A delicate, nervous smile, thumb and forefinger fondling the base of her empty wine glass as one would fondle a woman's nipple, slow, gentle.  </I></div> <div> <I>Very elegant, classy light beige, loosely fitting knit dress, cut dangerously low in front, barely covering her nipples. Such a loose knit, sensuously revealing every contour of her figure through it. </I></div> <div> <I>I had no sooner introduced myself, when she took my hand and pulled me to sit beside her. </I></div> <div> <I>"Good evening,"  I said again, </I></div> <div> <I>"Good evening," she breathed, placing my hand on her knee, motioning the waiter away as he reached to pour our wine, "would you mind pouring the wine?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Here's to a special evening," raised her glass, pressed my hand tighter to her leg, sliding it along her thigh.</I></div> <div> <I>"A very special evening," I said, taking a soft, firm grip of her fleshy, damp, hot thigh to reassure her.</I></div> <div> <I>"You're already making my body tremble with thoughts," taking a sip of her wine with unsteady hand.</I></div> <div> <I>It wasn't difficult to figure out her desires.  The dress spoke for her. "Touch me with zeal, intensity, compliment my assets, praise my qualities, that I hear."  </I></div> <div> <I>I did not need to be told how she wanted the evening to progress, but I did need to know the limit of her desires.</I></div> <div> <I>She motioned the waiter for the menu, softly flexing her steamy thighs to my hand.</I></div> <div> <I>"What would you like to eat," holding the menu for me that I not take my hand from between her thighs.</I></div> <div> <I>"I would like something light," I said, "you decide for me."</I></div> <div> <I>"You are brave, trusting," she grinned, "and perhaps a light dessert?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Let your conscience be your guide," I smiled</I></div> <div> <I>"Alright," handing the menu back to the waiter, "we'll have the Shrimp Etoufee, and the Strawberry Coulis for dessert, with coffee, brandy."</I></div> <div> <I>"How does that sound?" breathing a bit heavier with my hand kneading her inner thigh.</I></div> <div> <I>"Excellent," I said, fondling gently deeper between her thighs, "should go very well."</I></div> <div> <I>"You know something," she whispered in a fluttering breath,</I></div> <div> <I>"Tell me," fiddling with my fingers as a teasing the strings on a guitar to her bulging, damp mons veneris. The moisture of arousal seeping through her panties. It was the touch her knit dress had told me she desired.</I></div> <div> <I>"I have not been touched like this is in too many years," taking, long, slow deep breaths.</I></div> <div> <I>"How could I not," I whispered with warm breath in her ear, a trail of nibbling kisses along her neck, again to her ear, "I feel the soft, swollen with want, need in your tender, wet mounds." </I></div> <div> <I>"Tell me more,"  slowly rolling her hips for my hand to grope further.</I></div> <div> <I>"Let's see about removing your panties," very subtly, with thumb pulling her dress free of her breast, blew a quick breath, and just as quickly brushed her instantly erect nipple before reaching for my wine.</I></div> <div> <I>"My panties off here?" her face flushed, yet I could feel the rush of excitement through her body.</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes," tickling her pussy, delicately, "here and now."</I></div> <div> <I>"Oh my," as she looked around, choking on her words, reaching under her dress, "alright, I will."</I></div> <div> <I>I reached down and slid them over her knees, down her legs, as she stepped out of them and stuck them in my pocket.</I></div> <div> <I>Not a moment too soon, as the waiter brought our Etoufee. </I></div> <div> <I>"I'm burning up," as she began to eat, "I can't believe you can persuade me to this."</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes," I said, "but that is because I appreciate your heat of arousal, for you pleasure.  There is a difference between a selfish tease and a giving tease, isn't there?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I suppose you're right," trying to eat her Etoufee with uncertain hand, "he has never complimented, or catered to my physical needs."</I></div> <div> <I>"But," I said, "trying to eat and drink my wine with my free hand, "you also need to make me aware of your wishes."</I></div> <div> <I>By the time we had finished the Etoufee and the dessert came, she was flowing between her thighs.  </I></div> <div> <I>"What are you doing?" she asked, as I freed my hand from between her thighs, dug my index finger in the strawberry Coulis, coating my finger well.</I></div> <div> <I>"I prefer my dessert shared," and slid my strawberry coated finger under her dress, and smeared the gooey pink, sticky mess very carefully between her pouting pussy lips, "this is a decadent dessert in its own right."</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes it is," she mumbled, swallowing her words, yet raked her finger through her dessert, reached beneath her dress and smeared it around even more. "You said share, didn't you?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Is the Coulis alright?" asked the waiter, looking at the mess we had made in the bowls, as he brought our coffee and brandy.</I></div> <div> <I>"Superb," she quickly replied, "deliciously decadent. It should not be raped with a spoon."</I></div> <div> <I>After that remark he quickly disappeared.</I></div> <div> <I>"Oohhh, put your finger in me. Phheewwww, the feel and thought of that Coulis is really working on me."</I></div> <div> <I>"And," I said, dipping my finger in my brandy, subtly sliding my hand in her dress, rubbing it to her nipple,</I></div> <div> <I>then again dipped it in the brandy and dripped it down her dress, "I really like my brandy slightly warmed."</I></div> <div> <I>"Oh my," she quivered, "you're making a real mess of me,"</I></div> <div> <I>"It will wash out of your dress," I said,</I></div> <div> <I>"I didn't mean the dress," she stammered, "I meant me. You better take me somewhere before I demand to be assaulted right here."</I></div> <div> <I>Her nipples now almost poking through the knitting of her dress.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Well then," I said, "why don't we settle the check and leave.  I know just where to enjoy the dessert."</I></div> <div> <I>"The bill has already been taken care of," she mumbled, a bit shaky as she stood, "I feel exposed without my panties in this dress, but it arouses me also. Where are we going?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Just walk a bit quicker past the bar," I said, teasing,</I></div> <div> <I>"Why?" looking around,</I></div> <div> <I>"Because the backlight from there shines through your dress," I grinned, " I don't want the waiter to see me taking out the dessert, and your nipples are poking through your dress."</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohh gosshhhh, yes they are," as she quickened her pace, "and I can feel it sticking to my thighs."</I></div> <div> <I>"Then I guess we best go somewhere we can spread your thighs and let us enjoy that dessert."</I></div> <div> <I>"Where are we going,?" barely able to speak, scurrying to get outside.</I></div> <div> <I>"A little house by the beach," I said, "it belongs to a friend who is out of the country and has given me the key to it while he's away."</I></div> <div> <I>I hailed a cab, and she quickly climbed into it, pulling me along.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh no," she hissed in my ear, when I again slid my hand under her dress and fumbled a finger into her sticky pussy,"not here." </I></div> <div> <I>But as subtly I withdrew my finger, she grabbed my hand and forced it in deeper, harder to her, clamping her thighs tightly to my hand.  Wiggling my finger in her as best as I could in that awkward position, she melted with her cheek to my neck.</I></div> <div> <I>That cab ride seemed like it lasted only a few minutes before we were at the beach house.  I could feel she was ready to tear off her dress, ready for whatever I could give her.</I></div> <div> <I>This house was a perfect place for a secluded retreat.  No other houses within shouting distance,  higher up on a slight ridge with deck in the back facing the sea.  </I></div> <div> <I>I turned on only one small lamp in the corner, and the weak, orange lamp on the deck.  There was enough light filtering in from the clear, starlit, partial moon sky.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Would you like wine, or brandy?" I asked as she sunk into the over padded sofa facing the sea.</I></div> <div> <I>"Make it brandy.  You have your other brandy warmed up here, don't you?", looking down at her cleavage.</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes, and our dessert." </I></div> <div> <I>I saw a shudder, and flush that even in the dim light I could see race through her when I said that.</I></div> <div> <I>Nervously she crossed her legs as I handed her the brandy, then I guess realizing, she uncrossed them and let her thighs gently part, slowly slid lower into the sofa.</I></div> <div> <I>"Do you know?" then hesitated, </I></div> <div> <I>"Do I know what?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Do you know," taking a good stiff sip of her brandy, "I have never, I mean he has never done, I mean,"</I></div> <div> <I>"You mean you've never had your pussy caressed with lips?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes . . . . . that's what I mean."</I></div> <div> <I>"You have never had a tongue digging deep between your soft, warm tender folds of pussy.", teasing her to awareness.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh gosshhh," as she took  a firm grip of her breast beneath her dress, not realizing she had done that, "just the thought is making my entire body feel like I'm burning up."</I></div> <div> <I>Standing there in front of her, she slouched in the sofa, I took a slow sip of my brandy, set it aside.</I></div> <div> <I>"Why rush," I thought, reaching down to slide her dress up under her ass, above her hips, "let her imagine, anticipate."</I></div> <div> <I>"Shall I take it off," she quivered,</I></div> <div> <I>"No," I said, "not yet."</I></div> <div> <I>The sight and thoughts of herself,  thighs spread, still somewhat dressed would add to the rush.  The spontaneous decadence.</I></div> <div> <I>I could see it was driving her higher, in that flaunting, thighs parted, dress crumpled around her waist pose.</I></div> <div> <I>She kept glancing down at her strawberry Coulis coated pussy and thighs.  Her nipples now rigid, poking through, entangled in the knit dress.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Tell me," she said as I stood before her, undressing slowly for her pleasure, </I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh my . . . ", she sighed as my partial erection sprung free as my shorts dropped to the floor.</I></div> <div> <I>"Tell you what?" I asked,</I></div> <div> <I>"You know what I mean."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then show me your eager pussy," teasing her even more, knowing what she wanted to hear, "show me the sweet dessert I will lick from between those delicious folds of hot flesh between your thighs."</I></div> <div> <I>"Even that I have never experienced this," in her trembling, weak voice, "my heart is racing wildly. I can barely breath."</I></div> <div> <I>"You really mean that you have never had a man, wrap his lips around your pussy?", placed my hands on her inner thighs to spread her wider as I knelt between them.</I></div> <div> <I>The nearer I got to her, the more her whole body seemed to start violently shaking in arousal.</I></div> <div> <I>"N-n-n-oooo. . . . . . never. Just the thought is taking my breath away."</I></div> <div> <I>"You have never had a tongue digging deep into your pussy?",  leaning closer to her thighs that she feel my warm breath.</I></div> <div> <I>"n-n-n-no."</I></div> <div> <I>That first pass of broad of tongue pressed firmly between her very swollen mons veneris sent a shudder through her, and a gasp for air, her head rolled back.</I></div> <div> <I>"Uummmmm . . . . delicious," ripping my tongue over her clit.</I></div> <div> <I>"Arrrccchhhhhh," she moaned, "what have I been missing all these years?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Aside from the strawberries,"I mumbled, licking her eagerly, "you do have the sweetest, most delicate pussy."</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhh, that right there, do that again." she moaned with my tongue flickering in her, upper lip pressed hard to her clit.</I></div> <div> <I><IMG SRC="2c4f0a90.jpg" border=0 width="240" height="169" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6">Darting my tongue in and out of her torrid, oozing depths as deep as length would allow.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhh pleeeease," she squealed,  "keep doing that.  That feels wonderful."</I></div> <div> <I>Digging my tongue, harder in her, my hands sliding up along her waist to push her dress up and over her head.</I></div> <div> <I>"Raise your legs up higher," pushing her thighs almost to her breasts, wrapped my arms around to her waist to keep her there, sucking her very exposed clitty.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhh myyyyy Ghrrrodddd,eeeeeaaaaaa,eeyyyaaaa," sucking harder on her clit, flickering the tip of my tongue around its raw crest.</I></div> <div> <I>"Uuuummmmmm, uummmmm," I moaned that she hear my enthusiasm, as well as feel me efforts.</I></div> <div> <I>"aauuuuccchhhh,aaauuuuu,aauuu," tangling her hands in my hair, pulling me tighter into her drenched with orgasm pussy.  </I></div> <div> <I>It was a continual, hot fluid, sweet stream flowing down my chin from within her as she came.  Not once, not twice, just one continual flood after another, crushing her wet thighs to my cheeks. </I></div> <div> <I>Each touch with my tongue to her bare clit after those first few releases sent short convulsive bursts quivering through her thighs.  Her clit was alive with fire, that electric acidic spark to my tongue with each teasing touch. It seemed as  though I were igniting her raw clit with these electric charges from the tip of my tongue. The slightest touch and her thighs slammed together to my ears like the spring on a trap, my head the catch.</I></div> <div> <I> The more violent her spasms, the more energized her explosive animations.  Beads of sweat racing from between her breasts, down across her belly, mingling with her flooding hot juices.  The musky, heavy aroma of her total release hanging around my face like a humid tropical forest without the hint of a breeze.  With each peak to orgasm her entire body folded around me like a ball of hot, soft dough, clinging to me, then relaxed until the next. I could feel that she was in a world of pleasure she did not want to leave. </I></div> <div> <I>My tongue groping, probing in her hot, clammy, sticky pussy, sucking with determined conviction on her clit, fondling her nipples, had her addicted as opium.</I></div> <div> <I>When I thought I could not last much longer between her soggy, crushing thighs, she pushed my head back and flopped to horizontal on the couch.  Her breathing, a sobbing, sporadic as though she had been crying for days. </I></div> <div> <I>My face still resting on her slovenly, soft spongy thigh, centimeters from the scent of her ambrosial, spicy hot pussy. As warm as the sea night air was, a fog of steam clung to and around her glowing mons veneris, like the evening haze rising from a marsh. </I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh myyyy," she slurred, her lips slobbering the words to the cushion, brushing her sweaty wet hair from her face, "I feel so relaxed, drained, but the tingling from your breathing makes me want more."</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes," I thought, "like an opiate, it had taken her in, and away, there would be no turning back.  I learned a long time ago, there is only one way to assault a starving clitty.  Lay relentless siege until complete surrender."</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm sure you will," very delicately licking her protruding, shimmering clit.</I></div> <div> <I>One leg, one which my face rested hung limply to the floor, her other leg slowly extending, retracting on the couch. As many times as her free arm reached out to touch my head, it fell limply to her side.  She resembled a drenched bath towel left as it fell.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Ooohhhhhh," she weakly moaned, short, shallow breaths, face still buried in the slobber wet cushion, "uuummmcchhhh, . . . . . aayyeeeeeeeeeeee."</I></div> <div> <I>"This will be better yet," pushing her leg off the floor to her chest, peeled back the hood hiding her clit, one finger in her pussy and drove the other in her butt.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhh yeeaaaahhh," driving my fingers in and out of her more energetically, "h-h-arder, do it harder."</I></div> <div> <I>Each thrust of my fingers in her got sloppier with her juices, as if squashing a soaked, soapy sponge. I made every effort to delve on her clit with all the sloppy sounds imaginable. At times as slovenly as sucking soup from a saucer. My slurping sucking on her clit, the sloppy slapping of my wet hand to her flooding, swollen pussy, and her squealing as my finger drove into, had her furiously wrenching beneath me. </I></div> <div> <I>"yyeeaaahhhhh," as I flicked my fingers quickly deep in her, hammering on all her raw, electrified rippled flesh, "ooohhhh m-m-maaeeeee Ghhhhodddddddddd, . . . .aauuuccchhhh."</I></div> <div> <I>My fingers still deep in her, sucking the life out of clit, and without warning she straightened her legs as if a spring had uncoiled, clamped, locked her legs around my back and I was sure she would choke the life out of me between her thighs. All I could hear was the squashing sound of her wet thighs to my ears, her heart pounding, her hands ripping at my hair.  I was trapped between her ample, hot thighs.  My nose buried in her wet, hot pussy, her clitty poking between my eyes, and my fingers still somewhere crushed in and beneath her ass. </I></div> <div> <I>Several violent, crunching shudders through her thighs, and she rolled us off the couch, onto the floor.  </I></div> <div> <I>Flat on my back, her legs spread, belly resting on my head, she went limp, mumbling nonsense.</I></div> <div> <I>"I need a cigarette and that brandy over there," she mumbled, spread flat to the floor.</I></div> <div> <I>"Well," I slurred to her wet belly on me, "you'll have to get off me first."</I></div> <div> <I>"I can't move . . . . just push me over,"</I></div> <div> <I>Which is exactly what I had to do.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Come on," reaching for her hand, "I'll help you up."</I></div> <div> <I>"Wow," her hand trembling out of control as I tried to light her cigarette, "I don't know what that was you did to me, but I feel like I'm in a daze."</I></div> <div> <I>"I just gave your clitty the attention it was begging for."</I></div> <div> <I>"Look at the mess here," pointing to the pools of sticky goo beneath us, "is that all from me? It smells of sex here now, I'm wet all over."</I></div> <div> <I>"We'll have to have a shower before I take you back." showing her my hair plastered down by her eruption.</I></div> <div> <I>"Oh no," taking a sip of her brandy, "not me.  I want him to see what I look like when properly pleased. And he can comment all he wants about how I look and smell."</I></div> <div> <I>"If that's your pleasure . . . . "</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes," she grinned, hands still shaking, beads of sweat dripping down between her breasts, sweaty hair plastered to her head,  "and that's not all I want."</I></div> <div> <I>"What else then?"</I></div> <div> <I>"When I finish this cigarette," setting her brandy to the coffee table and gently fiddling with my limp cock.</I></div> <div> <I>"You want to tell me what it is you have in mind."</I></div> <div> <I>"Not yet . . . . just fondle my nipples, bite them gently . . . . . oohhh yeah, like that, uuuccchhh,"</I></div> <div> <I>Just that relaxed teasing, and it wasn't long she had a nice firm, proud cock in her hand.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Now," she said, sliding off the couch on to the floor, still holding on to my erection. "Like this."</I></div> <div> <I>She laid on her back, motioning me to straddle her chest on my knees.</I></div> <div> <I>"I want to play with your cock like this,", rubbing the raw crest to her nipples, raised up sucking on it and again to her nipples, "just put you fingers in me, all the way, like you did before, auuuchmm, like that."</I></div> <div> <I>I was having a very serious problem holding back.  Her hot, rolling body between my thighs, hard, pert nipples grinding to the head of my cock.  The more aroused she got the harder she crushed my cock to her breasts.  Back and forth from one, then to the other.</I></div> <div> <I>"Pheewww," I thought, as I looked up at the ceiling, around the room to keep my mind off what she was pleasuring herself on, to keep from releasing.</I></div> <div> <I>"More like that," motioning to my hand digging in her pussy, "press harder, all the way, aaahhccchh, "</I></div> <div> <I>The more I twirled my fingers in her the more violently she pressed my cock to her breasts.</I></div> <div> <I>"I can't hold back much longer," I said, struggling to keep from exploding.</I></div> <div> <I>"Right here," pointing to her neck, between her breasts, pulling on her nipples,"I want it right here, now."</I></div> <div> <I>With those urgent words, she pressed my rigid cock to her breasts, both hands feverishly working along its length. All her attention focused on her hands kneading my cock.  Watching my throbbing cock seemed to hypnotize her. </I></div> <div> <I>I came with such a violent release, from her neck to her breasts, and she just kept milking all she could from me.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh mmyyy," rubbing my creamy juices all over her breasts, to her neck, bathing herself in it, coating her nipples so carefully,"uummmmm,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Are you sure you don't want a shower before I take you back?"</I></div> <div> <I>I'm very sure," she grinned, taking my wet fingers from her pussy, rubbing it along her neck, "I want him to know I had ALL the pleasures that he hasn't given me. I want him to see and smell it on me. I may sleep in all this tonight."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well," shaking my head, "you can certainly smell it."</I></div> <div> <I>"Uummmm, it feels nice. I never thought it could be so arousing.", rubbing her sticky breasts with one hand, my messy cock with her other hand, "you can take me back now."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well . . . . I'm going to take a quick shower."</I></div> <div> <I>"No don't," she whispered, "please don't. You can do that when you get home."</I></div> <div> <I>"Alright,"  I thought, it's her pleasure.</I></div> <div> <I>With that we slowly got dressed.  I could feel my clothes sticking to me, but if that's what she wanted, so be it.</I></div> <div> <I>"Here let me," taking her blouse and wiping my cock dry, "I guess I never had all this to know how arousing it is."</I></div> <div> <I>She looked and smelled as though she had been in a cat-fight, but a very pleased grin on her face. the blouse almost as if glued to the contours of her breasts from the creamy wet of us.  Nipples still very firm, perhaps still aroused, poking through the damp thin material, the faint hint of flesh color through the translucent blouse. </I></div> <div> <I>I called for a cab, and took her back to the restaurant. She was inhaling all the aromas deeply all the way back, and I'm sure the cab driver also got a good whiff of it.</I></div> <div> <I>"You don't need to see me in," smiling, "good night. But now you know what pleases me, if I can call you again."</I></div> <div> <I>Back at the apartment Nina was sitting at a nice new kitchen table waiting. To hear all the instant replay details I supposed.</I></div> <div> <I>"Phhhewww," you stink like sweaty sex, "you need to take a shower."</I></div> <div> <I>"Really? . . . . pour me a brandy please, then I'll take a shower."</I></div> <div> <I>"What no water at the beach house?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Believe it or not, she went back to the restaurant smelling worse than me.  She didn't want a shower and didn't want me to take one either.  She said it was to irritate her husband, but I think she stayed aroused by the aroma."</I></div> <div> <I>"Actually," Nina grinned, "if I thought it was mine, it would be arousing."</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm going to take a shower, then enjoy my brandy."</I></div> <div> <I>"I have another appointment for you tomorrow afternoon.", leafing through her notebook.</I></div> <div> <I>"Who, what, where ?" peeling off my clothes,</I></div> <div> <I>"Go take your shower, and then I'll tell you all about it." she grinned, "it's an executive appointment."</I></div> <div> <I>Now dried off I wrapped the towel around my waist as I came out of the shower, poured a brandy and sat, waiting for Nina to give me the details.</I></div> <div> <I>"Now,"taking a sip of my brandy, "what is this for tomorrow?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Rather interesting," she said, grinning, "a lady who has just been promoted to president of a major corporation."</I></div> <div> <I>"That does sound interesting.  Where and what time?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Lunch tomorrow at Mama Bella's."</I></div> <div> <I>"That's a greasy spoon, cheap Italian restaurant by the river. And she says she's now the president of a major corporation?"</I></div> <div> <I>"That's right," she smirked, "but that is her request to meet there. She will have a table reserved on the outside patio by the water."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, whatever.  I'm sure there is something there which fits in her fantasy."</I></div> <div> <I>About the time I finished my sentence, a pounding on the door.</I></div> <div> <I>"Who the heck is that?" I blurted "were you expecting someone?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Go get your robe and go see," as Nina jumped up and ran for the bedroom.</I></div> <div> <I>I did exactly that, and cracked the door open to see who it was.</I></div> <div> <I>"What can I do for you,' I asked, the lady standing there, hands on her hips, the authority stance.</I></div> <div> <I>She looked like a nineteen twenties pinup poster.  A scanty, long ,lace, sheer robe.  Stockings which needed a garter to keep them at height. I could see the loose bloomers translucent through the flimsy robe. </I></div> <div> <I>"And who are you?" she demanded.</I></div> <div> <I>"I live here as a matter of fact. Is there a problem?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Are you going to open the door and let me in?"</I></div> <div> <I>"WHAT?"  I said, "why would I want you to come in?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Do you know who I am?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I have no idea."  </I></div> <div> <I>"Well, I happen to be the landlady." quite arrogantly, "and I am the one who collects the rent which allows you to stay here."</I></div> <div> <I>"Wonderful,"  I thought, "this time of the night to collect the rent, two days before it's due?"</I></div> <div> <I>I may not be the smartest, but dressed as she was, bright red ear and nipples poking through her flimsy gown, it didn't take a genius to figure out she had her ear to the wall listening to Nina and I talking.</I></div> <div> <I>I wondered now how many days she had been catching parts of our conversation and antics through the walls and getting herself worked up enough to see what she could get.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Really !" I said, leaning against the door jam that my robe below the sash revealed the hint of the crest, made no attempt to conceal it as I scanned her length, from toes to nose. </I></div> <div> <I>"It's not the rent you came for, is it?" in a barely audible tone, "is it?"</I></div> <div> <I>"No," she mumbled, flushed, swallowing that one word she could get out.</I></div> <div> <I>"If you can't be honest from the start,"  I thought, "then I can surely make you squirm a bit." </I></div> <div> <I>I let a few seconds pass after her single 'No', looking straight into her eyes that she saw nothing else but my eyes.  She was not sure which way to turn or what to say now, but I could see and feel her body heat rising.</I></div> <div> <I>That stare was enough of a distraction, as flustered as she was by my response, she never felt my hand tug at the sash holding her gown closed.</I></div> <div> <I>"Would you like to join us in a glass of brandy?" I asked as that gentle tug revealed her bare breasts, and very scanty, sheer panties, and steel grey, thigh high stockings.</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes I would,"  a bit shocked at my very subtle arrogant response to her arrogance.</I></div> <div> <I>She reached to re-tie her gown as I showed her in, the few steps forward created enough breeze to float the frail material open wider to her sides.</I></div> <div> <I>I wrapped my hand around hers gently but committed, shook my head, 'NO' and pushed her hands back down. </I></div> <div> <I>Her gown wide open, flowing to the sides as we walked toward the kitchen,  I could feel she was slightly uneasy with that, yet quickly aroused by the fresh air and delicate material caressing her bare skin.</I></div> <div> <I>"Come here this time of the evening,"  I thought, "dressed to arouse and be aroused, then I will make it worth her effort."</I></div> <div> <I>"Please," I said, pulling a chair out for her to sit,  "have a seat and I'll pour the brandy."</I></div> <div> <I>A shocked, uncertain flustered look, as Nina came from the bedroom, again fumbling to close her robe.</I></div> <div> <I>"Good evening," said Nina, her robe also loosely tied.</I></div> <div> <I>"Good evening," replied our landlady</I></div> <div> <I>"Would you like a brandy also?" I asked Nina,</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes I would."</I></div> <div> <I>Standing behind the chair, I reached across the table, handed one glass to Nina, and set the second, over the shoulder in front of our landlady."</I></div> <div> <I>"Welcome Cynthia," said Nina raising her glass.</I></div> <div> <I>"Thank you," she replied, and now at least I know her name, which I had not bothered to ask.</I></div> <div> <I>With that I took a sip of my brandy, set the glass on the table, gently rested my hands on her shoulders, and slowly slid them along her neck, down her chest, to her breasts, and laid her gown wide open again.</I></div> <div> <I>A sudden fluttering breath rushed through her, but she made no effort to stop me. As my palms passed over her breasts, her nipples like hard pebbles reaching out for attention.</I></div> <div> <I>"You didn't come for the rent,"  I thought again, "then I will surely make it interesting, and what better way than vulnerable teasing to start."</I></div> <div> <I>"Beautiful, tender breasts," I whispered, fondling her nipples a bit more, then gliding my hands along her waist, to her belly. </I></div> <div> <I>"You have such soft, smooth skin," kneading the supple flesh of her tummy, leaning over her farther, reaching closer to her panty line.</I></div> <div> <I>Nina just sat there, sipping her brandy, looking right into the face of Cynthia.  Such an uneasy, aroused, confused trembling rushing through her body.  The touch she had come for, yet not prepared to be on display like this, but I could also sense the fear of protesting that it may all end here.</I></div> <div> <I>The bewildered mental fog she was in, exposed, involuntary flaunting was a rush she could not hide or control.</I></div> <div> <I>Her scanty, sheer panties shimmering, now drenched with her arousal.  Pulling her thighs together in hopes to hide the juices flowing between her scarlet, quivering thighs.  </I></div> <div> <I>I undid my robe and let it flow open that she no longer cared that Nina was sitting across the table watching.</I></div> <div> <I>I pulled my chair next to hers, sat closer to her, reached slowly with both hands and pressed to slid her panties down along her thighs, over her knees and to the floor.</I></div> <div> <I>"Spread your thighs," I whispered in her ear, pressing my hand between her hot, wet tightly clamped legs.</I></div> <div> <I>Her head reeling back and forth between me and Nina, completely in heated shock. Her arousal was too far along to protest, and hesitantly, parted her thighs.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Is this what you came for?" I whispered, a slight tease with sloppy tongue around her flaming ear.</I></div> <div> <I>Not a word, only a slight whimpering breath.</I></div> <div> <I>"Is it?"  I asked again, nibbling on her ear a bit more, fondling the soft, wet puffy folds of her pussy.</I></div> <div> <I>She tried to pick up her glass from the table, and just as quickly set it back down.</I></div> <div> <I>"Is this what you came for?" I whispered, lips pressed to her ear, and slid two fingers quickly deep into her eager, wet, scorching pussy.</I></div> <div> <I>"Y-y-ye-yessss." she replied in a choking, breathless voice, twiddling my fingers rapidly, deep inside her, "but what about her?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Nina likes to watch also," I said, nibbling down along her neck, to her breasts, my fingers working feverishly in and out of her, harder, deeper with each thrust in.</I></div> <div> <I>"You've got me all worked up," said Nina, sliding lower in the chair, thighs spread, fondling herself.</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm sure you want more than just fingers," I said to her, delicately biting on her nipples, "don't you?"</I></div> <div> <I>Again, not a word, only her heated trembling, and clamping her thighs tightly around my hand each time my fingers went in deep.  The more I flicked my fingers within her rippled, hot wet inner flesh, the tighter she clenched her thighs, quivering to my fingers. Rolling her hips in the chair that i was sure she would slide off and to the floor.</I></div> <div> <I>Nina now, with several fingers in her anxious pussy, thrashing, slapping her hand into her harder and harder.  She was so soaked and flowing I could hear the sloppy, slap of wet hand to oozing pussy.  My fingers delving in Cynthia's pussy echoing a similar sound, like soggy sponges being slapped together. The steamy odor of their juices flowing beneath the table, reeking up and around us like a heavy tropical mist.</I></div> <div> <I>Two fingers still groping deep in her, I coaxed her up to stand on her wobbly legs. I kept both fingers frantically groping in her, palm pressed tight to her sloppy, wet pussy as I laid her back on the table.  She had either completely forgotten about Nina fingering herself, or no longer cared who was watching.  Her head inches from Nina's breasts, that she could see the contour of her shoulders and head staring down at her.</I></div> <div> <I>In one quick synchronized motion, I wrapped my lips around her clit, clenched it tight, flicking my tongue to its base, and spread her thighs high and wide.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhh m-mmmyyy," she whined in a gurgling, choking tone as I pried her musky, wet pussy lips with my tongue, ferreting as deep as length would allow within her savory hot flesh. </I></div> <div> <I>That choking squeal, pulling on hard on her own nipples was more than Nina could ignore. What little I could see over Cynthia's squirming body, Nina was equally, and now rubbing her breasts in Cynthia's hair.</I></div> <div> <I>My tongue buried so deep in her soggy hot pussy, her flesh flexing around it in attempt to reach even more.</I></div> <div> <I><IMG SRC="2d1dcab0.jpg" border=0 width="220" height="171" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6">The more I dug my tongue in her, the wider her pussy opened, flowing her juices like a hot sticky flash flood  around my lips, to my chin and to the table. I felt as though I had buried my face in a steamy, fragrant sauna.</I></div> <div> <I>The heat and flooding from within her torrid depths was sweltering and almost suffocating me, but I knew I best not stop now. It was a unrelenting deluge of her creamy, sweetly scented nectars.  I was bathed in her wetness. </I></div> <div> <I>I could hear Nina whining and moaning as she hammered her fingers harder into her eager wet pussy, grinding her firm nipples into the top of Cynthia's head. </I></div> <div> <I>Whether the arousal from my delving in her pussy, or Nina's arousal I can't say, but Cynthia's head as if reaching out to press tighter to Nina's aching breasts.</I></div> <div> <I>I was getting a bit concerned that the table might give way to the now violently animated bodies working on and around it.  I must admit, there is nothing more rewarding than devouring an eager, hungry, greedy pussy, knowing it is truly appreciated. I was definitely between welcoming thighs, indulging in what I knew would not be soon forgotten.</I></div> <div> <I>"Oouuuuffffff, uummmcccchhhhh," Cynthia groaned, her first real sounds, "m-mmore, l-like tthhaat."</I></div> <div> <I>Her first words, fingers digging in my hair, pulling my head tighter to her pussy, hot, wet, gooey thighs squashed to my cheeks, grinding my head between them. </I></div> <div> <I>My tongue buried in her, lips sucking on her swollen pussy slovenly, noisily slurping on her wetness that she hear as well as feel my eagerness to give her all.</I></div> <div> <I>Several violent shudders raced through her, another gushing flood shot to my face, pressing my face so tight to her pussy I could barely breathe.</I></div> <div> <I>"Pu-put it in me," she moaned, choking voice, pleading, "p-pputt it in me."</I></div> <div> <I>She was about to explode as I stood, hands clasped firmly to her inner thighs and slid my cock, hard in her.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhhhhcchhh Gho-ghod," clamping her legs around me, and reached behind her grabbing Nina around the waist, not as an action rather a reaction to touch. </I></div> <div> <I>Grinding my cock in her, thrusting my groin harder to her, I held tightly to her thighs. Her hands kneading the soft flesh of Nina's waist, which seemed to please and arouse both.  Nina's finger vanished in her greedy pussy, now rubbing her belly on Cynthia's head. The soft, flowing hair must have added to the sensation. </I></div> <div> <I>When all the inner ripples of aroused flesh began raking the length of my cock with each stroke in and out of Cynthia's dilating pussy, I knew she was about to erupt. Her hands buried in Nina's soft, fleshy waist, fingers working as is she were kneading a large clump of bread dough, left hand, right hand, left, right. Her head now slumped back, hanging over the edge of the shaking table.  The harder thrusts she was pleading for, were slamming her nose into Nina's tender belly. The table now rocking hard enough with my pounding groin to her thighs, Cynthia's head actually pushing Nina to recoil after each ram into her. </I></div> <div> <I>Her final screeching, grunting, choking orgasm set me off to rapid, harder pounding thrusts. Nina gurgling out a few words, banging several fingers violently into her gushing pussy, oblivious to her fingers entangled in Cynthia's hair, hammering her belly to Cynthia's forehead.  She was getting being pounded from both ends of the table.</I></div> <div> <I>One last "aaauuuuuuffffffffffffff, ppppfff,ppffffff, aauu,auuu,auuu,", a ferocious shudder through her body, and went limp, draped over the table like a wet blanket.  Nina collapsed back down on her chair, staring blankly at the limp, whimpering, sweaty body on the table.  </I></div> <div> <I>I somewhat fondled, massaged Cynthia's waist and belly as she was coming down from her explosive orgasms, then also flopped myself back to my chair.</I></div> <div> <I>A few minutes passed, then Cynthia struggled and rolled herself over on her belly, attempting to get off the table, staring straight down to Nina's still trembling, wet thighs.</I></div> <div> <I>"Gosh," she raising her head to face Nina, "that's not like me.  I didn't mean to do that to you."</I></div> <div> <I>"That's ok," slurred Nina, "I'm not like that normally either, I just . . . . ahh . . . oh well,"</I></div> <div> <I>Cynthia literally peeled herself off the sticky, wet table.  The sound of soggy flesh, very resonant, as if she had been glued to the table.</I></div> <div> <I>I pushed a chair over to her, and she also flopped herself to it. </I></div> <div> <I>"I sure could use that brandy now." mumbled Cynthia</I></div> <div> <I>"Me too,"</I></div> <div> <I>"I guess what you two are hinting is that I get off my ass and get them." I grinned,</I></div> <div> <I>"Yeah," slurred Nina, "you're the closest."</I></div> <div> <I>"And you're suggesting I should not be drained?" as I retrieved the three glasses of brandy and the bottle from the counter.</I></div> <div> <I>"So, Cynthia,"  I asked, "what brought you to decide to come visit tonight?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Actually," she grinned, "I came to bring you some information, but since you assumed other and pursued, I was not about to refuse that."</I></div> <div> <I>"Interesting," said Nina, "and what is this news?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well," looking at me," that last lady you entertained was not who she said she was."</I></div> <div> <I>"Oh, really?" I said</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes, she's actually the Police Commissioner's wife.", she grinned</I></div> <div> <I>"And what does that mean to us?", Nina a bit surprised.</I></div> <div> <I>"It's not a problem for you," she grinned, "it's an opportunity, if you accept certain conditions."</I></div> <div> <I>"Conditions from whom?", I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"Conditions from the Commissioner's wife, of course."</I></div> <div> <I>"What conditions, exactly and why?" asked Nina,</I></div> <div> <I>"She is in a circle of friends, a clique of socialites so to speak, and she would like your attention exclusively for their clique."</I></div> <div> <I>"Why exclusive?" I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"To assure it remains hush-hush among the clique, and to be available as they require." grinned Cynthia,</I></div> <div> <I>"And how do you fit into all of this?" asked Nina</I></div> <div> <I>"I am the insurance policy that the Commissioner never creates anyone any problems."</I></div> <div> <I>"Please explain that," Nina blurted, knowing that we were getting in with some very serious clientele.</I></div> <div> <I>"Aside from being the landlady here," she started "this apartment complex is owned by the Commissioner's wife, and I also work as the executive secretary for the Commissioner. I keep her informed of his doings, which are not always to her liking, without me saying more."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well," I said, "before we commit, I do have one client I must take care of tomorrow.  That has already been arranged."</I></div> <div> <I>"That's not a problem," she said, "but if you accept, then do not take anymore clients until you hear from me."</I></div> <div> <I>"What do you think, Nina?" I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"I think I like the proposal."</I></div> <div> <I>"Oh, and one other item," Cynthia sheepishly, "if you would occasionally see to my needs, then I would take care of your rent. Of course, that is if you don't mind."</I></div> <div> <I>I looked at Nina, she looked at Cynthia, then me.</I></div> <div> <I>"Well," I told Nina, "that is your call."</I></div> <div> <I>"It's as much yours." she replied quickly</I></div> <div> <I>Cynthia, a flushed look, as though she had been stabbed by a friend, rejected, having expected an immediate yes.</I></div> <div> <I>I stood up, paced the floor several times. I could see the look of expecting disappointment, scanning my naked body as I walked back and forth by her.</I></div> <div> <I>The sudden silence in the kitchen was adding to her uncertain suffering.  Sitting there naked, exposed and vulnerable was not the way to feel rejected.  </I></div> <div> <I>"You know what?" I said softly, reaching from behind her, very tenderly fondling her breasts.</I></div> <div> <I>"What?" barely getting the word out.</I></div> <div> <I>"On one condition.", now rolling her very aroused nipples between the tips of my fingers.</I></div> <div> <I>"What condition," Cynthia and Nina, almost in harmony.</I></div> <div> <I>"That we still continue to pay the rent," I whispered in her ear, "let's just always make it fun."</I></div> <div> <I>"You're horrible," her heart almost pounding out of her chest, "you were really making me feel like over the hill, undesirable, unattractive."</I></div> <div> <I>"And you were making me feel like a commodity," I quickly replied, "because you are unsure of yourself."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well look at me, I'm no spring chicken you know, and I notice that when I am out shopping.  I don't get the looks from men as I used to."</I></div> <div> <I>"Come here," taking her by the hand, to stand before full length mirror, "what do YOU see?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I see many more wrinkles, a poochy belly, heavy thighs, drooping breasts, heavier hips and waist,"</I></div> <div> <I>"That is the way you see yourself," I said, "and that is why men don't look at you as they used to."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well it's a fact."</I></div> <div> <I>"No it's not," nibbling, sucking on her nipples, "how does that feel?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Phhewwww, wonderful."</I></div> <div> <I>"And how does this feel?" running my hands along her tender waist, softly kneading as I worked my hands down.</I></div> <div> <I>"Also wonderful."</I></div> <div> <I>And how does THIS feel?" fiddling with her soft, spongy pussy lips.</I></div> <div> <I>"Oh wow,"</I></div> <div> <I>And NOW," as I knelt down and lapped her pussy with wet tongue, "how does THAT feel."</I></div> <div> <I>"Making me head swim," rolling her hips closer to my teasing.</I></div> <div> <I>"You see," as I stood back up, and behind her again, "now look at yourself. All systems functioning like a twenty year old. That is how you should look at yourself, and others will see you the same way."</I></div> <div> <I>"You're right" she giggled, as I tickled her around her pussy, then to laugh, "I guess I just needed to be made aware of that."</I></div> <div> <I>"I suppose." </I></div> <div> <I>"But," as she spun around.</I></div> <div> <I>"But what?" I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"You don't think you can do all that to me,," as she dropped to her knees, and quickly engulfed my limber cock, slurping on it a few times, "and just leave it at that, do you?"</I></div> <div> <I><IMG SRC="2d3cddc0.jpg" border=0 width="205" height="220" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6">Nina's eyes bulged at the sudden turn in Cynthia.</I></div> <div> <I>"Arrgghh" I thought, "nothing finer than a woman who is confident and pleased with herself."</I></div> <div> <I>It didn't take long with her enthusiasm, of course hot, greedy lips, I forgot all and stood there with a very eager, aching erection.</I></div> <div> <I>Just as quickly as she went to her knees, she stood, firm grip on my stiff member, leading me toward the table as though pulling a cart behind her.</I></div> <div> <I>She never let loose of my cock, bent over the table, one knee on it, wiggled her ass, struggling to impale herself.</I></div> <div> <I>"Come on," she anxiously squealed, "put it in, you started this now finish me."</I></div> <div> <I>She had completely forgotten that Nina was sitting across the table from her, grinding the ample, tender cheeks of her ass to my groin as I slid my cock into her sopping pussy.</I></div> <div> <I>"Thassshhhh iitttttt," she slobbered, face pressed to the table, "h-h-ha-harrdddeerrrr."</I></div> <div> <I>I felt like a pneumatic pile driver, slamming into her thighs, withdrawing and again harder, quicker strokes in.  </I></div> <div> <I>Her deep inner corrugated, aroused ridges raking along the length of my cock as if to peel the hide from it.</I></div> <div> <I>Several minutes of hammering, pounding, driving my cock in rhythm to her pleading for faster and harder, she came with a sudden, wrenching shudder.  </I></div> <div> <I>I kept my groin pressed into her fleshy thighs, cock slowly diminishing in her.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Don't," she slurred, to the table, "just stay like that for a minute."</I></div> <div> <I>She was still flexing her pussy around my fading cock, pleasing herself, and perhaps reminding herself of what I had just told her, all is functioning perfectly.</I></div> <div> <I>"It must be getting late," raising her head to look at the wall clock, "I better go home now.'</I></div> <div> <I>I peeled her off the table like a wet cloth, sat back in my chair and took a sip of my brandy.</I></div> <div> <I>"Don't get up," putting her panties and gown back on impishly, "I know the way out. . . . thank you and good night."</I></div> <div> <I>"So," Nina asked, "what is with not letting her take care of the rent?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Why? I would rather her be a pleased ally, than simply a satisfied client."</I></div> <div> <I>"Good," she replied, "that's what I was thinking also. . . . . but NOW."</I></div> <div> <I>"Now what?" I asked, trying to bring myself back to life.</I></div> <div> <I>"You don't expect me to go to sleep in the state I'm in after all that, do you?"</I></div> <div> <I>"WHAT?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm so horny right now I could explode, and you're going to have to do something for me too."</I></div> <div> <I>"What do you think I could possible do now? There is now way. This cock is finished."</I></div> <div> <I>"Maybe," grabbing me by the wrist, dragging me to the bed, "but your fingers and tongue aren't."</I></div> <div> <I>She pushed me back onto the bed on my back, quickly spread her pussy over my face, and wrapped her lips around a very meager cock.</I></div> <div> <I>"Now," swaying her hips, grinding her pussy to my face, "fingers and tongue."</I></div> <div> <I>She knew what she was doing and what she needed.  I must admit, her warm wet mouth around my cock,  although no possibility of erection, did arouse my ambition to please her.</I></div> <div> <I>In that position it was either fingers or tongue, and what better way than drive two fingers in, assault her G-spot, then quickly fingers out, thumb in her but and suck the life out of her clitty. By her enthusiastic engulfing of my limp cock, swaying, thrusting hips, I knew I was heading in the right direction to her satisfaction. </I></div> <div> <I>All I could hear was her mumbled, mouth full of useless cock, moaning with pleasure. Her clit tightly grasped between my lips, holding a fierce suction, raking the tip of my tongue  rapidly back and forth along its tender nib. </I></div> <div> <I>I could taste the acidic electric charges getting stronger the harder my tongue rolled across her protruding clitty.  It seemed to be reaching out to my tongue, begging for as much of the lingual battering as I could afford.  Without warning, a sudden hot, gusher erupted from within her, blinding me. I knew I had to endure, and held that vacuum, battering grip on her clit. The violent seizures raced between her thighs, to her belly, </I></div> <div> <I>hands dug in my thighs, head buried deep between my thighs.  Her hot, sporadic breath like fire to my meager cock.</I></div> <div> <I>Her pussy pulled from my lips as she freed herself, sounding like a wine bottle being decorked.</I></div> <div> <I>"Oh-oh-ohOHOH," flinching away, and rolled to her back, "WOW, feels like electric shock to my clit when you touch it. Phheewwww, that was good, but feels like raw flesh exposed, still tingling."</I></div> <div> <I>She squirmed herself around, arms wrapped around the pillow and quickly fell asleep. </I></div> <div> <I>I dozed off not longer after her, once I ignored the soggy sheets from her flood on my side of the bed.</I></div> <div> <I>"What a day yesterday was." stumbling into the kitchen, still groggy from sleep.</I></div> <div> <I>"And today should be even more interesting," already on my second cup of coffee, "sit down, I'll get it."</I></div> <div> <I>"Thanks," brushing her hair from her face, "I'm awake I think, but can't keep my eyes open."</I></div> <div> <I>"And what time is this appointment with the lady executive at Mama Bella's?", I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"You need to be there at five," she mumbled, "she will meet you at the Maitre 'd's reservation desk."</I></div> <div> <I>"How will I recognize her? Did she give any indication?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes she did. She described the dress, and she has dark brown hair pinned up in back."</I></div> <div> <I>"What about the dress?" I asked, "Lots of women have dark brown hair pinned up."</I></div> <div> <I>"And her wishes are, naughty, raunchy, risque, fun behavior in a public place, such as that restaurant, and then later to her apartment."</I></div> <div> <I>"What about the dress?" I repeated</I></div> <div> <I>"Oh that," she grinned, "nothing fancy, a simple sheer, pale blue, low cut in front, very, very low cut in back with crossed shoulder straps, and very short."</I></div> <div> <I>"A bit fancy for Mama Bella's place, isn't it?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Not any more.  New owners, and now a very exclusive place.  Reservations, weeks in advance."</I></div> <div> <I>Around four I showered, got dressed, left for Mama Bella's.</I></div> <div> <I>It had changed considerably.  excellent decor, subtle lighting, almost dark in decor.</I></div> <div> <I>She was standing, back to me, at the Maitre 'd's desk.  So deep was the conversation with the Maitre 'd, neither paid much attention to me standing close behind her.  I waited politely for a moment, then decided to make one bold, advancing move.</I></div> <div> <I>I slid my hand down the center of her back, down deep into her panties and wrapped two fingers to her pussy.</I></div> <div> <I>She made a sudden flinch, then just as quickly pressed her bare ass tighter to my hand, and continued talking to the Maitr 'd.  Her ever so subtle acknowledgement of my fingers groping also hinted for more.  The heat and moisture from between her thighs gave notice she was well pleased with my raw boldness. To the sublime roll of her hip, I pressed my hand harder to her, fingers between her hot mons veneris, pushing her tight to the desk.</I></div> <div> <I>I sensed she was attempting to finish her conversation with the Maitre 'd and very slowly, dragging my finger between her thighs, withdrew my hand from her dress slowly across her soft bare ass.</I></div> <div> <I>She turned to me, gently placed her hand to my chest and motioned me back out of hearing distance of the Maitre 'd.</I></div> <div> <I>"I do love a bold, daring man," she breathed deeply, putting a card in my jacket pocket,  "but I am with my husband tonight.  Call me tomorrow."</I></div> <div> <I><IMG SRC="2d583c80.jpg" border=0 width="131" height="200" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6">Then slowly turned and slithered to the dining area, with one mischievous glance over her shoulder to me. </I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhh shit," I thought, "what was all this about?"</I></div> <div> <I>"May I help you sir?" asked the Maitre 'd, "do you have a reservation?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I thought I did," and told him my name.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ah yes," he grinned, "right this way sir, the lady is waiting for you on the patio."</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhh double shit."  I thought, "wrong blue dress, and she liked it. And now I have to find an excuse to stop at the men's room and wash the scent of her pussy off my finger before the lady waiting for me catches scent of that."</I></div> <div> <I>I motioned the Maitre 'd that I needed to make a detour.  The look on his face was priceless, i could not help but notice.  Coming back from the men's room I realized why.  He had seen everything in the darkened mirrored wall behind us. This Maitre 'd had class.  He kept her talking till she had enough of my fingers groping in her, and he never missed a cue. I knew he and I would become good friends in the future.</I></div> <div> <I>"Here you are sir," as he led me to the table where she was sitting.</I></div> <div> <I>Yes, blue, sheer, low cut dress, dark brown hair up in back.  </I></div> <div> <I>I sat down, waited till the Maitre 'd left and introduced myself.  </I></div> <div> <I>"I'm sorry I kept you waiting," I said, "but the Maitre 'd was busy when I got here."</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes," she grinned, "I saw you waiting there.  I need to go to the powder room."</I></div> <div> <I>I stood to help her with the chair.  </I></div> <div> <I>"I won't be long," as she rolled her hips slowly along my side. </I></div> <div> <I>I sat back down watching her float toward the ladies' room.  It was definitely intended to hold my attention, and of course for her own self confident pride.</I></div> <div> <I>As soon as she was back seated, the Maitre 'd returned, poured the wine, very, very slowly, ritualistic, nodded, turned and left. </I></div> <div> <I>I have never been one for small talk nor meaningless flattery, I went for the important questions of the evening to get her talking.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Nina said this evening was a promotion celebration?"  I questioned,</I></div> <div> <I>"I suppose you could call it that." a bit hesitant, "These past two years I have not taken a moment for myself."</I></div> <div> <I>"Your work?"</I></div> <div> <I>"More than that."</I></div> <div> <I>"Tell me." </I></div> <div> <I>"I have completely deprived myself to achieve what they all said would never happen."</I></div> <div> <I>"And what was that?"</I></div> <div> <I>"To become President of Marketing for our firm."</I></div> <div> <I>"There's more to it than that I'm sure."</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes there is." she grinned, "they all said I had to sleep my way to the top, and I refused. And now those who played the mind games with me are sweating my next move."</I></div> <div> <I>"So what is your next move?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Simply be the professional that they could not be." she grinned, "and tonight be that raunchy lady they expected me to be, as I chose the moment, not them."</I></div> <div> <I>"Excellent."  I laughed, </I></div> <div> <I>"And I have not had sex in two years, my pussy is aching," as she took my hand and slid it under her dress, "and the thought of starting the evening in a fine restaurant taking naughty risks really makes my heart race."</I></div> <div> <I>It was not easy sipping my wine as she blurted out her thoughts, and shoved my free hand between her thighs.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhh my," she sighed as I gently kneaded the tender, moist flesh of her inner thigh.</I></div> <div> <I>"Take of your panties," I said, twiddling my fingers to her damp, bulging pussy.</I></div> <div> <I>"Here, now?" slightly flushed at my reciprocating boldness.</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes," I said, "here, now where you are sitting."</I></div> <div> <I>"NO," she said, "YOU take them of here and now."</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh," I though, "this is going to be a very interesting evening with her sudden audaciousness."</I></div> <div> <I>I set my wine glass aside, slid my chair closer to her, slid my hands slowly along her thighs to the top of her scanty panties.</I></div> <div> <I>"Raise your ass a bit," I gently demanded, "so I can slide them down."</I></div> <div> <I>"No," she grinned, "you get them off as I sit."</I></div> <div> <I>"OK," I thought, "I can play that game also." </I></div> <div> <I>I took a firm hold of the waistband,pulled them down to the chair, pulled forward and up, raising her ass inches off the chair as they slid over her thighs.</I></div> <div> <I>I almost pulled her off the chair as I did that.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh," flushed bright red, quickly straightening her dress, and sat back into her chair, "that was good."</I></div> <div> <I>"That was good?" I asked, "I hope no one saw that move."</I></div> <div> <I>"I don't care," taking a good long sip of her wine, "even the thought now of having my panties torn off in a restaurant makes me hot."</I></div> <div> <I>"I must admit, I have never done that."</I></div> <div> <I>"Oh that mild breeze is really arousing under my dress." squirming in her chair.</I></div> <div> <I>"Of course," I said, "as wet as you are."</I></div> <div> <I>"Now do it." sliding my hand under her dress again.</I></div> <div> <I>"Do what?" I grinned</I></div> <div> <I>"You know what." slightly indignant </I></div> <div> <I>"Tell me what," that she hear herself saying it.</I></div> <div> <I>"Don't be an ass, you know what."</I></div> <div> <I>"Come on," kneading her thigh near her pussy, "say it."</I></div> <div> <I>"Ok, ok," now bright red face, "put your fingers in me."</I></div> <div> <I>"Like this?" as I forced two fingers deep into her drenched, hot pussy."</I></div> <div> <I>"Aauuccchhh, y-yyeesss," trying to sip her wine, "ohhh that feels wonderful . . . . phhewwww."</I></div> <div> <I>"Spread your thighs a little," wiggling my fingers deeper in her.</I></div> <div> <I>"Shit," as she pulled my hand out from under her dress, "why does he have to come now?"</I></div> <div> <I>The waiter coming toward our table to take out order.</I></div> <div> <I>She quickly composed herself, told the waiter what she wanted, then asked me what I was having.</I></div> <div> <I>"I'll have whatever you're having." I said</I></div> <div> <I>"This is no time to be wasting time reading a menu," I thought</I></div> <div> <I>"Are you sure?" she asked,</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes of course,"</I></div> <div> <I>"And no hurry on that." she blurted to the waiter as he was leaving.</I></div> <div> <I>"Would you like some more of that?" twiddling my fingers on the table.</I></div> <div> <I>"You don't even need to ask." breathing deeper, "I was almost ready to have an orgasm when he came."</I></div> <div> <I>"I thought so," sliding my hand under her dress, between her sticky thighs and two fingers, the length into her oozing pussy.  Her hips gently rolled toward my hand, then clamped her hot thighs tightly to my hand.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh yes," she moaned, "right there, like that.  . . . . . you found my spot."</I></div> <div> <I>I could feel her inner arousal ridges, reaching out to my teasing fingers. Without formality she reached over and clamped her hand to my crotch, kneading my cock through my slacks. </I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh Ghhhod," more aggressively reaching, taking all of my cock and balls she could to her hand, "Phheeewww, I want that. That's what I want."</I></div> <div> <I>"Where are we going from here?" I asked, sliding three fingers in her.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh mmyyy," crushing her sticky thighs tighter to my hand, "if I don't control myself, you'll have to fuck me right here."</I></div> <div> <I>"I don't think that would be too wise," pressing my thumb to her protruding clit.</I></div> <div> <I>"Do that harder," sobbing breaths, breathing deeply, "pphhuuuu, my pussy feels like it's on fire. You have magic fingers."</I></div> <div> <I>"Here comes our dinner," trying to get my hand from between her crushing, drenched hot thighs.</I></div> <div> <I>The waiter set out plates down, refilled our wine glasses.</I></div> <div> <I>"Will there be anything?" he asked</I></div> <div> <I>"N-n-noo," she barely got that out, "nothing, thank you."</I></div> <div> <I>"Do that again," reaching for a fork.</I></div> <div> <I>"Do what again?" I asked blankly</I></div> <div> <I>"Don't be an ass," spreading her thighs toward me.</I></div> <div> <I>"Well just say what you want," taking a bit of my dinner, "your own voice and demands are what are arousing you most."</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm not used to doing that," chewing on a mouthful of food.</I></div> <div> <I>"Just say it," trying to get a few bites of food before I had to do what I had to do.</I></div> <div> <I>"Damnation," almost choking on her food, clenching her teeth, "put your fingers in my pussy. I'm going crazy."</I></div> <div> <I>"That felt good to say it, didn't it?" sliding my hand between her thighs and three fingers as deep as I could into her.</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes it did, but that feels even better."</I></div> <div> <I>"You need to start saying what you're thinking," I tried to get that out before she stuffed food in my mouth.</I></div> <div> <I>"I'll feed you," as she took another mouthful, "just keep doing that.  Harder."</I></div> <div> <I>I had my fingers so deep in her hot, dilating pussy, I could feel all her aroused, corrugated ridges.</I></div> <div> <I>"Oohhh p-p-lease d-don't stop,"head reeling back then composed herself, "pphheeww , keep doing that. Harder."</I></div> <div> <I>Suddenly she dropped her fork, dug her fingers into the table cloth on either side of her plate.</I></div> <div> <I>"aauuugghhhhhhh, gha-gha-gha," slobbering food to her plate,"aaauuuummmmm,"</I></div> <div> <I>I was hoping the waiter was not stupid enough to come now.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhh whhaaaa," staring into her plate, the table cloth crumpled, gathered in her hands.  Then a sound from around my groping fingers as the last of water being sucked down a drain. She had just flooded.</I></div> <div> <I>"S-s-stttop," reluctantly pulling my hand from between her thighs, "any more and I'll scream. Let me calm down a little. Wow, I feel dizzy. Phheeww. You're right, and I will say what I think more."</I></div> <div> <I>"How about a nice coffee and brandy?" rubbing my cream covered fingers together that she could see.</I></div> <div> <I>"I did that?" taking my hand in hers.</I></div> <div> <I>"And then some," I grinned, "you'll have to walk close in front of me when we leave."</I></div> <div> <I>"Why?" then realized, "Oh my. My dress is soaked."</I></div> <div> <I>She motioned to the waiter, ordered the coffee and brandy, still fondling the sticky wetness on my fingers.</I></div> <div> <I>"Where are we going from here?"  I asked again.</I></div> <div> <I>"I have a little cabin by a lake not too far from here, if that's alright with you?"</I></div> <div> <I>The waiter set our coffee and brandy on the table and left. Never a word, but did take a few deep breaths.</I></div> <div> <I>I'm sure he caught whiff of the aroma emanating from around us.</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm at your disposal." closing my fingers around her hand, "now tell me what you are really thinking."</I></div> <div> <I>"I can't," still struggling for words, "it wont come out."</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm sure you blurt out orders and instructions in present position at work to get done what you want, don't you?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well yes, I guess I do."</I></div> <div> <I>"If you don't, nothing happens, correct?"</I></div> <div> <I>"That's true."</I></div> <div> <I>"The same tonight." looking right into her eyes, "nothing that you really want can happen unless you blurt it out. I can't read your mind, yet I know you have images in your mind of what you want."</I></div> <div> <I>Silence, her face flushed bright red, taking a sip of her brandy.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Ok," taking another sip of her brandy, for courage I guessed.</I></div> <div> <I>I said nothing more, waited for her next response, lit a cigarette.</I></div> <div> <I>"Give me that," taking the cigarette from my hand.</I></div> <div> <I>She took a nice long draw of the cigarette, exhaled, another sip of brandy.</I></div> <div> <I>"At the cabin, on the patio there is a large picnic table." </I></div> <div> <I>"That's nice," I grinned</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohh darn," again flushed, "I want to strip naked, lay on that table, look up at the sky and,"</I></div> <div> <I>"And what?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I want," again hesitating, "I want to spread my thighs and tell you to eat my pussy."</I></div> <div> <I>Took a sip of her brandy.</I></div> <div> <I>"There, I said it."</I></div> <div> <I>That's a good start, now elaborate."</I></div> <div> <I>She took another sip of brandy.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ok, I will." getting relaxed, bolder, and that I took it so lightly I suppose.</I></div> <div> <I>"I want to feel your tongue in me, wiggling around." taking a puff of the cigarette with trembling hand, "Ohhh my gosh, that's making me hot again."</I></div> <div> <I>"Then why don't we go," I whispered with warm breath in her ear, "and you can tell me on the way all of what you are imagining."</I></div> <div> <I>"We better go. I'm trembling. I'm so horny right now.  I guess I must be getting relaxed around you."</I></div> <div> <I>I stood, helped her with the chair, straightened the back of her dress.  From her release it was almost glued between her thighs and the cheeks of her ass.</I></div> <div> <I>"Thank you for noticing," checking to make sure her dress was straight.</I></div> <div> <I>"Walk closely in front of me."</I></div> <div> <I>Our driver was patiently waiting for in front of the restaurant, which was a good thing. The back of her dress was completely drenched and stained.</I></div> <div> <I>As soon as we were in the car, her hand went straight for my crotch, hand clenched around all.</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm glad I got a private limo," I thought, the blacked out window, the driver could not see us.</I></div> <div> <I>"Here, like this," pushing her dress up above her waist, exposing her bare from the waist down.</I></div> <div> <I>"What are you doing?" looking around to see where someone could  watching from outside the limo.</I></div> <div> <I>The way the windows were tinted, it was easy to see out, but not possible to see in.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Lean back, relax and spread your thighs," pushing her thighs wide spread against her slight resistance.</I></div> <div> <I>"What?" getting aroused but uncertain what I intended.</I></div> <div> <I>"Lean back like that," again spreading her thighs, "put your foot on the seat."</I></div> <div> <I>I had her spread like the wings of an Albatross, leaning against the side.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ghoddd," squirming, looking out through the windows, "people can see."</I></div> <div> <I>Each stop, each traffic light, obviously people glance at a limo, even though they can't see in, the thought that she was being watched had her heart racing, yet she did nothing to stop me. I opened the window behind her just a few centimeters to let in the sounds of the street and the evening air.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh ffffuuu," a blank stare as I pulled spread the fleshy folds apart, exposing her clit to the cool air.</I></div> <div> <I>"It's being on the fringe of being discovered that arouses your most," twirling my finger gently around her clit,"isn't it?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I guess so," choking on her words, "my heart started pounding when you opened that window. A hot rush through me."</I></div> <div> <I>Pressing my finger harder to her raw clit had her legs twitching violently each time I tapped it harder.</I></div> <div> <I>Again the creamy, transluscent lather seeping from the crevice of her dilating pussy. All the soft flesh around her pussy swelling, bloated, glowing bright red with heat, radiating a rich, heavy musky scent.</I></div> <div> <I>The cool evening breeze through the window softly fanning her bare belly, spread thighs and this rigid little nib I was rolling around under my fingers.</I></div> <div> <I>Each bump in the road the car hit sent shudders through her body, as if she had been discovered I supposed.</I></div> <div> <I>"You better stop," she moaned, "I can't take much more without wanting more right now."</I></div> <div> <I>"Will this hold you till we get to your cabin?" peeling the flesh back from around her clit and pressing two fingers hard into her sloppy, wet pussy."</I></div> <div> <I>"Auughhh sshhhhiiii," her eyes rolled back in her head, licking the slobber from her lips. "I'm burning up."</I></div> <div> <I>Playing with my two fingers in her pussy, close to orgasm I let my fingers relax, then again, keeping her at that high just before orgasm all the way to the cabin.</I></div> <div> <I>When the limo stopped, I slowly withdrew my finger, as she tried quickly to right herself and her dress.</I></div> <div> <I>She knew it would not take long for the driver to come open the door for us.</I></div> <div> <I>"Stop," she squeeled, trying to get both feet back to the floor, "he's coming." </I></div> <div> <I>She barely got her dress straight when the door opened, but very slowly.  Perhaps he knew something was going on, to give us time.</I></div> <div> <I>"I can barely walk," fumbling for the key to the cabin in her purse, "you have me so hot right now, I can't even think clearly. I want something NOW." Then opened the door.</I></div> <div> <I>"You want WHAT now?" teasing her.</I></div> <div> <I>"I want you sucking on my clitty and then a nice stiff cock in me." and then flushed red.</I></div> <div> <I>"Gosh, I must must be over ther edge. I can't believe I said that."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then," pulling her dress up over her head and off. "How about that picnic table, and some Porto"</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh wow," a slight arousal shiver, nipples standing straight out, "you get the Porto, it's over there."</I></div> <div> <I>By the time I got the Porto, she had already gone outside, sitting on the bench at the picnic table.</I></div> <div> <I>I set the glasses down, poured the Porto.</I></div> <div> <I>"Even though we are dining outside," I snickered, "it would be nice to put a table cloth on that. Wouldn't it?"</I></div> <div> <I>"They're in the sideboard by the bar," staring out over the lake, "I'm too weak already to look for it. But when you come back you best be naked also."</I></div> <div> <I>I quickly found the table cloth, stripped, and marched back outside.</I></div> <div> <I>She took the glasses, decanter from the table and set them on the bench when she saw me coming with the table cloth. Squirming her ass on the bench, her hand planted between her thighs, fondling herself, turning toward me.</I></div> <div> <I>"Oh my," wrapping her hand around my cock as I spread out the table cloth, "here's you glass."</I></div> <div> <I>One hand somewhat exploring, examining my slowly awakening member. I took a sip of my Porto and watched her amuse herself. </I></div> <div> <I>She also took a sip of her Porto, still scrutinizing, methodically stroking my cock.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Guess where you're going," planting a soft kiss on its rising head, "You know what?"</I></div> <div> <I>"What?" I asked, focused on her ritualistic fondling and gaze at my now health erection.</I></div> <div> <I>"It's so relaxing, yet an electric arousal,"</I></div> <div> <I>"What is?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Watching it rise to my touch, so close, reaching out to me," again she rolled her drooling lips around its raw crest, "I can almost feel it sliding in my. Ohhhh my, you're decadent, and you're doing it to me."</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm not doing a thing to you." I laughed,</I></div> <div> <I>"Not YOU," licking the head of my cock, "THIS. Feeling it throbbing in my hand, in itself is having me thinking, talking like this."</I></div> <div> <I>She just kept jabbering on, her warm voice centimeters from my cock.</I></div> <div> <I>"I never thought I'd be thinking, much less talking like this, but holding your cock like this, the taste to my lips . . . . . it's like a dam in my mind has burst. It just feels much to good to  suppress."</I></div> <div> <I>"Here," taking her hand, "spread yourself on the table now."</I></div> <div> <I>"It's like a white hot flame burning around my clit, my thighs." slowly spreading herself on her back.</I></div> <div> <I>"Lay back and relax," coaxing her with my hands to her belly, "put your feet on the table . . spread your thighs."</I></div> <div> <I>"Phheewww," staring up at the clouds floating by. As hot and heavy the air had gotten, even with the breeze, I could sense a storm closing in on us, "I feel so exposed, vulnerable,  as though thousands eyes watching me,  tiny fingers teasing every part of my body."</I></div> <div> <I>"It looks like someone across the lake with binoculars watching." </I></div> <div> <I>It was only a couple of hundred yards to the other side.  Several people sitting on the shore.</I></div> <div> <I>"Oh myyyyy," moaning as she turned her head to see. "That's really turning me on now. Let them watch. Don't stop. This is really sending an outrages rush through me."</I></div> <div> <I>"You like that exposed, vulnerability," delicately pouring drips of Porto on her nipples, trailing down over her belly, and drop by drop to her clit, "don't you?"</I></div> <div> <I>"More than you realize," her breaths responding to the cool drips of Porto, "I know who they are, and they know me."</I></div> <div> <I>"Really?" exposing her clit from beneath its fleshy hood, a few more drops of Porto, and meticulously lapping it up with slow furrowing tongue.</I></div> <div> <I>"Eeeeyyyyaaaaauuuuuu, Y-y-yesss r-really, " a shudder, trying to close her thighs around my head, "they are the assholes who tried to get me fired and get the job I have now.  They all work for me now.  They'll be walking around with hardons Monday wishing, and regretting they made my life miserable."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then," dripping more Porto on her pussy, sucking it eagerly from between her pussy pussy lips, "I guess I best make as much a show for them as pleasure for you."</I></div> <div> <I>"You're doing a wonderful job," whining, squealing, moaning as I trailed my tongue across her clit, over her belly, to her firm nipples and slowly back down between her thighs.</I></div> <div> <I>I took the bottle of Porto, raised it well above her that the bottle could be seen from across the lake, trickling it from her neck to her pussy, and quickly buried my face between her thighs.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhh yeeeeaaaaaaa," sucking harder on her clitty, my thumb buried in her butt, "put your tongue in my pussy . . . . . wwooooww, phheewwwww th-thhhaat feeellsss hot."</I></div> <div> <I>I pressed her thighs back, wide as she could spread.  Her pussy gaping at me, screaming for more, spurts of her arousal oozing down to the cheeks of her ass.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhh Gghhhod your tongue in me feels so good," her pussy pulling a violent vacuum for more of my drilling tongue.  The taste of her with the Porto, I was sparing no effort to burrow as deep as length of tongue would allow.  My jaw wrapped around all of her swollen pussy that I could hold.</I></div> <div> <I>The night did not hide us from the peering eyes across the lake.  As soon as the sun set, the yard lights came on, illuminating us as if on a stage.  All the lights she had around the yard focused on the picnic area. She was center stage, she knew it, and by the rolling of her body as the lights came on, she was loving every moment. Spreading her thighs wider, rolling her body toward the lake, digging her fingers in my hair to hold my head tighter to her pussy.  </I></div> <div> <I>Her moans, whimpering, squealing, louder, more animated.  Her flaunting for the eyes across the lake and the night air had driven her into a frenzy.  The faster, deeper my probing tongue dug into her soggy, quivering pussy, the harder she pressed my face into her.</I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>to be continued /</I><I> </I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <I> <embed src="HTMLobj-526/VALERIA_L0PEZ_VILAllorandotuausencia.wav" autostart="true" width="145" height="70">  </I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>you mean like the technique of eating pussy</I></div> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I>Sex is a journey and not a goal-driven game.</I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>