Hooky in Seattle with Sarah

 

I get up early as always.  Sarah is still sleeping, her head resting on a pillow and the comforter pulled up to her chin.  She looks so relaxed and beautiful there beside me.  I slip out carefully so I don’t wake her and go into the bathroom.  I take a shower and clean myself up for the day.

 

My day is full.  I have a breakfast meeting at 7:00 and the conference starts at 8:30.  I brush my teeth.  Sarah is meant to spend the day with her aunt.  I know that it’s going to be a long day and even though I haven’t left yet I’m already missing her.  I go back into the room to get dressed.  Sarah is still asleep.

 

I stand there naked looking down at her face.  I feel an irresistible urge to kiss her.  I get down onto the floor and go to her.  I kiss her cheek as softly as I can.  She doesn’t even stir.  I get bolder and kiss her again – still softly – on her nose this time.  She turns her head slightly.  I kiss her eyelid and then her eyebrow and forehead.  Her breathing changes.

 

I stroke her hair gently and kiss her ear.  I see a soft smile on her lips but she’s still asleep.  Her lips.  They’re so full and round that I can’t help myself.  I lean close and touch my lips to them – so softly that Sarah still isn’t awake.  I kiss the corner of her mouth.  I can feel here cheek and mouth expanding into a smile.

 

Her eyes flutter open and she kisses me back.  “Good morning,” I say between kisses, “I had a wonderful time with you last night.”  Sarah stretches  – her arms over her head.  “Mmmmmm, I did too,” she says.  She puts her arms around my neck and pulls me to her.  We kiss again.  She looks for a clock.  “What time is it?,” she asks.  “It’s 6:15 or so,” I say, “I have a breakfast at 7:00.”

 

Sarah’s arms are still around my neck.  She pouts a little.  “So you don’t have any time for me this morning, do you?,” she says.  I tell her that I don’t and that I’m sorry.  She sits up and pulls the comforter around her shoulders.  Outside, the gray sky is beginning to brighten.  It’s rainy and looks raw and windy.

 

“I’m cold,” says Sarah, shivering a little, “Just about the last thing I want to do right now is go outside into the rain.”  She reaches out and gives my dick a little tug.  The comforter falls open, her body looks warm and wonderful and inviting.  “I don’t want to go out either,” I say, “but what can you do?”

 

“Oh I’ve got some ideas,” she assures me, “I can think of all kinds of things for us to do.”  I begin to pull away.  I’m running late.  Sarah holds my dick tighter.  “What will you do if I don’t let go?,” she asks playfully, pulling me again.  I look down and shrug.  “I don’t know,” she says slyly, and leans forward to give the tip of my dick a little kiss, “shall we find out?”

 

In that moment I decide to cancel my day.  There may be hell to pay but the idea of being apart when we’ve already been apart so long is too much for me.  “If you’ll let go of my dick of a minute you can have it for the rest of the day,” I tell her.  A big smile crosses Sarah’s face.  “Really?,” she asks.  “Really,” I say.  She lets go of my dick.  

 

I stand up and find my phone.  I call my office.  I tell my assistant that I am feeling terrible and am not going to be able to spend my day as planned.  She asks if I’m alright.  I tell her that I think I had something bad on the flight, can’t keep anything down, stomach bug or something.  While I’m saying this Sarah goes into the bathroom.  My assistant promises to call and cancel things for me.  I hang up the phone.

 

I can hear Sarah in the bathroom on the telephone telling her aunt the same story, apologizing, promising the be there tomorrow.  She hangs up and brushes her teeth.  I get back under the comforter, the room service menu in my hand.  She comes back into the room.  “So,” I say, “shall we start with breakfast in bed?”  She kneels with a leg on either side of my body, pinning me down and gives me a kiss.  “That sounds wonderful,” she says and we look through the menu together.

Kissing Betty on the Couch

After we clean the cum off you in the shower, we stand together in each other’s arms and kiss for a while under the water.  Finally we get out and – and not bothering to dry – go into the living room.  I push your jacket off the couch and lie down.  I motion you to come over.  You begin to kneel at the side of the couch and lick my nipple.  It feels great but I have something else in mind.  I pull you up onto the couch.  “I want you to sit on my face,” I say.  

 

You begin to turn around for 69.  “No, not like that,” say, “I’ve already cum once so you have some catching up to do.  I want you to be facing me, I want to be able to play with your tits and to see your face when you cum.”

 

You shift your body back around and straddle my face with your thighs.  I love that you’re bare as your lower yourself onto my face.  The skin around your pussy is so smooth and soft on my cheeks.  You sigh as my lips make contact with yours.  Your pussy is wet from the shower and your excitement.  It feels hot on my tongue and tastes terrific.  You squirm down to get more comfortable and to make it easier for me to lick and kiss you.

 

I kiss you as deep as I can; not satisfied with licking the opening, I strain to push my tongue into you.  You let out a little squeal as I raise my face to go deeper still.  My neck is no match though as you bear down on me with your weight, shoving yourself against me, grinding your pussy across my mouth.  I can barely breathe.  My arms are wrapped around you pulling you even tighter to me.  I move my mouth to your clit and begin kissing and licking it hard.

 

I look up, your fingers – with their dark painted nails – are squeezing your breasts and nipples.  Your blonde hair, wet from the shower, hands lank around your face and shoulder and chest.  As you begin stroking yourself against me faster and harder, you head rolls from side to side, from front to back.

 

Your lips are parted and your eyes are closed.  Your head if forward now and your hair almost reaches my face between your thighs.  There’s a look of concentration of your face and your roll yourself across my lips and tongue.  Watching you doing this with me is getting me hard all over again.  As I suck and slurp and lick and kiss you, I am already imagining being inside you, fucking you and cumming in your pussy.

 

You lean ever farther forward and brace a hand on the arm of the couch, lifting yourself off me and then slapping back down against me hard.  Your right arm is wrapped under your breasts, holding them.  Your breath comes out if loud puffs and as you bang onto my face, a moan is building inside you.  I can see flush spreading across your chest and up your throat, you nipples swelling even more.

 

Suddenly your knees are crushing my head.  You’re bent over sharply and are biting your lower lip.  There’s a gush of fresh wet flowing from you into my mouth and you begin to scream and tell me that you’re cumming.  I can feel it in my face as your pussy jerks and twitches against my mouth.  My hands are up now on your tits, pushing and rubbing them.  You continue to scream as I suck your clit .

 

I put my hands on you hips and push you off my face.  “I want to fuck you,” I say and you slide back down my body fast, your hand a blur on your pussy.  You drop your head to mine and moan that you want me in you now.  Your hand is holding my dick, pushing it inside you.  You’re tossing your ass up and down against me – yelping each time we come together.  I bring your tits to my mouth and kiss your fat pink nipples.

 

I wish this could go on forever but the excitement is too much.  I wrap my arms around you tight and push your ass down hard onto my.  Your still moving your hips but they’re pressed against me tighter now.  I begin to cum in you and can feel the consistency of your pussy change as my cum mixes with your wet.  I moan loudly as I cum into you – pulling you down to my face and kissing you.  Our mouths are dry but your lips and tongue are so soft and warm.

 

A little shudder runs through you and you press yourself against me.  You tell me you’re sleepy as you run a finger around my nipple.  I kiss your hair and say that I am too.  We doze off on the couch, glowing.

Train story 3

Train Story 3

 

On the train and tired.  Go to New York in the morning, home from New York in the evening.  Looking around the car, there’s no one enticing.  I settle back assuming it will be a tedious ride.  The car is mostly empty.  I try to decide: do I work or relax.  It being my nature, I decide to relax.

 

I am in empty row.  I am in an aisle seat.  No one else is nearby.  I take out a book and put on some music.  Zuco 103.  The train rolls slowly ahead.  I read absent-mindedly.  A youngish woman walks unsteadily down the aisle, looking for a place to sit.  Of all the empty seats in the car, she asks if the window beside me is occupied.  

 

I look at the empty seat and then at her.  She’s not as young as I thought – probably 35 or so.  I thought she was younger because of her clothes.  A black t-shirt over a purple turtleneck, khaki pants and cheap canvas sneakers.  She has no bags but a blue jacket hanging over her left arm.

 

She looks at me and then at the seat.  “Sorry,” she repeats, “is that seat taken?”  I tell her “no” and stand to let her sit.  She takes an ipod from her jacket pocket, folds the jacket on her lap, leans back and closes her eyes.  I can hear her music faintly playing before I put my own earphones back in.

 

I begin to collect my things, thinking I’d prefer a row to myself but she puts her hand on my arm to stop me.  In a loud, ear-phone influenced voice, she asks me to stay.  I settle back into my seat.  She pats my arm, leans back again and closes her eyes.

 

I look at her face.  She has tanned skin but pink cheeks with a hint of freckles on them that span her nose as well.  Her lips are thin and have no lipstick.  She is smiling slightly, forming the words to a song but not singing.  Fine lines are on her cheeks and around her eyes.

 

Her hair is blonde and pulled back, exposing her unpierced ears.  I look at her face long and hard.  She’s pretty and I can imagine that when she was younger she was very attractive.  As is often the case, I continue to stare.  My eyes move down her body.

 

She is thinner than most of the women I am attracted to – with small breasts.  Her hands are in her lap.  Her fingers are long and her nails have no polish.  All-in-all, there is nothing remarkable about this woman, but I find her curious and attractive in a strange way.

 

Done considering my seat mate, I put my head back, close my eyes and drop off to sleep.

 

Soon, she stirs beside me and I gradually wake up.  I open my eyes a slit.  Her head is to one side, resting against the window.  Her mouth is open and her eyes are closed.  One hand is clutching her jacket to her lap.  Her other hand is beneath her jacket.

 

Her sleeves are pushed up her forearms and I can see by the movement of her muscles that she is moving her fingers in her lap.  I see her smile faintly and hear her quietly sigh.  I watch her and my dick gets hard.  “Do you like what you’re seeing?,” she asks me.

 

My eyes snap open.  “Of course I do,” I say, a little surprised.  “I didn’t realize you knew I was watching.”  “I’ve been looking at your reflection in the window,” she says, “I’ve been imagining what it would be like to be with you while I watched you sleep.”

 

“Yeah?,” I ask, sitting up.  “Yeah,” she continues, leaning over toward me and putting her head on my arm.  “Do you want to taste my pussy?”  I say yes and she slides her wet fingers from under her jacket and brings them to my face.  I kiss them and lick the wet off them.  

 

She slides her hand back under the jacket and continues to masturbate.  “Let me finish myself then I’ll take care of you,” she says and asks me to put my arm around her.  I do and she snuggles close.  I can feel her body trembling and tightening as she gets closer to her orgasm.  She breathes faster, gasping.  Her body goes rigid and then relaxes, goes rigid again and she stops breathing.

 

She cums and melts against me.  I kiss her hair.  Her body tightens a few more times and I can see her smile in the window of the train.  We stay like that for a few minutes.  Then she slides her hand out again and offers it to me.  I lick them clean.  She puts both hands under the jacket and zips and snaps her pants.

 

She spreads the jacket across both of our laps like a blanket and leans against me again.  She slides both hands under the jacket now and struggles with my belt and buttons.  Eventually she undoes everything and pulls me out.  I am hard.  She holds the base of my dick in her left hand and pulls her right hand out.  She drools into it and puts it back.

 

Her saliva is warm on my skin.  It feels good.  She tugs and twists her hand on my dick – rubbing around my head.  She asks me if I like it.  I tell her I do.  My right arm is still draped over her shoulders.  I slide it down her back and stroke her ass.  The conductor walks by.  He doesn’t see of say anything.  

 

She jerks me off for a few minutes until I can’t stand it any more.  I whisper to her that I am going to cum.  She rubs faster.  As I begin to cum, she cups her hand over the tip, caressing me and catching it in her hand.  I shudder a bit when it happens.  She pulls her hand out from under the jacket and brings it up to her mouth.

 

I can see her in the window lapping my cum out of her hand.  “It’s really warm,” she tells me.  She pastes her tongue flat against her palm and licks it all up, swallowing.  “You came a lot,” she says.  I tell her she got me really excited.  She sits up again and reclines her seat.  I reach under the jacket and put myself away.

 

At the next stop, she collects her things and gets off the train.

Fucking Sarah’s Feet

Sarah was still asleep when I woke up – early (4:00 – I am on east coast time).  She was curled up next to me naked.  I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow.  The covers were wrapped around her body. She was lying on her side – her hip a gentle curve under the white sheet.  Her feet poked out over the side of the bed.  The sight of them, white, pale mottled with pink and red painted toes turned me on to no end.

 

My dick is hard and bobbing and swaying between my legs.  I stepped to the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor.  Softly, I kissed the wrinkled sole of Sarah’s foot.  She flinched slightly in her sleep.  I ran my tongue along her foot, starting to stroke myself.  She stirred.  I smattered her feet and toes with my lips and tongue, waking her gradually with my kisses.  She laughed and told me I was tickling her.

 

“Did I tell you,” I asked, as I sucked each of her long toes, “how sexy you are?  I mean every inch of you?”  She laughed again and told me I hadn’t.  I kissed her feet some more and assured her that she was.  ”Every bit of you turns me on – every inch of your skin turns me on so much.  Just look at your feet,” I said, stroking them gently, “they’re perfect.”  I kissed her toes again and told her I wanted her to jerk me off with her feet.  

 

She propped herself up on her elbow, look at me a little askance, and yawned  ”Really?,” she asked.  I stood up to let her see my dick.  Pointing down I said, “what do you think?”  She smiled and said OK.  I went back into the bathroom and came back with a bottle of the hotel moisturizer.  ”This should work fine,” I said, sitting on the bed and unscrewing the cap.

 

“I’ve never done this before,” she confessed, “so I might not be very good at it.”  I told her not to worry and to lie on her back.  I squired some of the cream onto her feet and massaged it into her skin.  ”That feels nice,” she sighed.  I stoked myself, brought the soles of her feet together and slid myself between them.  ”Your feet feel fantastic on me,” I said.  She began to move her feet up and down my dick.  ”That’s great,” I said, “keep rubbing me like that.”

 

Sarah’s legs were bent and the knees and spread open.  From where I sat, she looked gorgeous.  She pulled the covers off and slid a hand down to her pussy, rubbing herself lazily.  ”You look pretty hot down there doing that,” she said, two fingers circling her clit, “it’s pretty exciting for me too.”  She put a finger inside her and pulled it out to show me it was wet.

 

“Mmmm,” I smiled, “I’m glad it turns you on.  Your going to make me cum soon.”  Told her I was going to cum on her feet and that I’d love to see her lick them clean.  She giggled.  ”I’ll see if I can get them up to my mouth, OK?  If I can then your on.”  I reached for her pussy and slid two fingers inside.  As soon as I came I wanted to burry my mouth against her to make her cum as well.

 

I was just about to cum and pulled my dick from between her feet.  I started stroking myself until jets of cum sprayed across her toes and the top of her feet – dribbling between her toes and down around her sole.  She was rubbing herself faster now.  I groaned as the cum continued flowing out of me and onto her.  She grabbed her right leg – which was the one that had received most of the load – and pulled it to her mouth.  She was able to do it and I watched as she sucked and licked the cum from her foot and between her toes.

 

I lay between her legs and began kissing and licking her clit.  She was so wet.  I slid two fingers in and sucked the wet from her.  She pulled her leg to her face harder and rocked her hips against my face.  Soon I could hear her moaning and looked up to see her swollen lips part.  I felt the spasm of her orgasm on my face and hand.  I pushed my lips and tongue as deep into her as I could, enjoyed the sensation.  She bucked and came and stopped and panted.

 

“That was a nice way to wake up,” she said.  I slid up the bed, kissing her stomach, breasts and neck along the way to her mouth.  I kissed her mouth and agreed with her.  ”We have hours before we need to get up,” I said, “let’s sleep some more and dream of new ways to wake each other up.”  Sarah laughed and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close.  ”That sounds like a great idea,” she murmured as she rested her face on my neck.  I stroked her head until I heard her breathing switch to the regular pattern of sleep then drifted off myself.

Imagining you masturbating

I woke up early today – before 5:00.  I’d make love last night – it was fast and fun and hard and satisfying; fueled, in part, by the excitement generated by writing for you yesterday.  Lying there in the dark, staring up at the blank white ceiling above me, I imagine you at your computer reading what I wrote.

 

I imagine your excitement slowly building as you read my words – your eyes slowly scanning across the screen as I describe our imagined meeting.  I picture you scrolling down the page, chewing your lovely lips – and beginning to feel wet between your legs.  What happens as your excitement builds?  I can only imagine.

 

I picture you breath growing soft and shallow, you left hand brushing your breast as it drops between you legs.  You absently touch yourself – lightly at first but then with more pressure and a growing purpose and urgency.  When you finish reading, I imagine you smiling, sitting back and spreading your legs.

 

Excited now and wanting to cum, I see you walking – tall and lovely – into the bathroom and starting the shower.  Imagining this – you there naked in the warm water with your hand between your legs – makes me excited and hard.  I reach between my own legs and stroke myself.

 

In my imagination I watch you masturbate.  Lifting one foot to the edge of the tub to spread yourself – alternately rubbing your clit and sliding your fingers inside.  I picture the water running through your hair and over your shoulders and back and you lean forward.

 

Now I imagine you getting down onto the floor of the tub, the water splashing on you round white breasts and stomach, you legs splayed, your fingers rubbing, the water washing over you.  I continue to rub myself – breathing harder there in the dark – imagining I am standing there in the bathroom watching you.

 

My excitement is matching yours.  As you get closer to an orgasm you laugh as though you’re being tickled (who says we can’t tickle ourselves) and a smile spreads across your face as you cum.  Your chest trembles and your toes stretch and spread.

 

I imagine being there too, cumming there with you, streams of cum arching in the air and landing on your body.  On your breasts and face and thighs and stomach.  The warm water of the shower continues splashing down on you, washing away my cum; but not your beautiful smile.

Another train, another girl, another fantasy

I always think it’s strange when people complain about public transportation. They are people who have shut themselves off from life’s little pleasures. Almost every day when I am on the train, or waiting in the station, I see a woman that appeals to me. When I used to drive, I would play a game, “I’d cum on her face,” that involved deciding whether – given the opportunity – I would shoot a load on a fellow driver’s face. It was fun but kind of boring.

Public transportation is another story. First of all, there are far more women to look at and I can see much more than their faces. Over the past few months I’ve written a number of stories about sex on trains based on the women I see. Here is a story for today about a woman on the train this morning. I’ve changed it a bit to suit my imaginings.

It is the last train of the night – the 11:35 – and it is almost empty. I find a car that is empty and sit down to read. At this time of night, most of the people getting on have been out and so are drunk to one degree or another. A woman walks into the car. She is young and staggers just a bit. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been drinking myself.

She’s probably in her twenties and very pretty. She has long brown hair and pale skin. The thing I notice first are her lips. They’re full, very full, and glossy pink. Her cheeks are high and rosy and she’s smiling to herself as she walks down the aisle. Even though the car is empty, she sits next to me. Almost immediately she begins talking.

She tells me her name is Erin and she’s just on her way home from her office holiday party. Her long black jacket is open and she’s wearing a low cut short green dress. She has on black nylons and very high heels. She is complaining about someone or another and what they did or said at the party. I say nothing.

Her phone rings. “Jesus Christ,” she says and ignores it. She turns to face me. “Do I look ugly to you?,” she asks. I tell her not at all, that she looks great. “Some fucking slut in my office said I look like shit.” “She’s probably just jealous,” I tell her, “I think you look fucking hot.” She leans forward and kisses my mouth and then sits back. “Thanks,” she says.

The train starts to move. “I’ve been drinking,” she tells me, “and I got high.” I tell her I’ve been drinking too. She asks me if I know what happens to her when she gets high. I tell her I don’t. She tells me she gets horny. I tell her that’s nice. She puts her hand on mine. “Where are you going?,” she asks. I tell her home. “No,” she laughs, “what stop?”

It turns out we are both getting off at the same stop – it’s about 40 minutes. She tells me she lives near the station and asks if I want to come over for a drink or something. I have nothing else to do and she is very hot so I agree. “Good,” she says, holding my hand. She slides her skirt up to show me her panties. “Do you like my panties?,” she asks. They are black and sheer. I can see her thick dark hair through them. “I like them a lot,” I tell her, “but I think I like what’s under them even more.”

She kisses me again. We kiss for a while. She puts my hand between her legs and rubs herself against me. The door at the end of the train slides open and the conductor walks in. “Tickets,” he says. We show him our passes. He walks on. I put my hand back between her legs and begin rubbing her again. I can feel her getting damp through the nylon. I love it that she’s wearing proper stockings – it makes this kind of play much easier.

We continue kissing and rubbing for stop after stop. She is rubbing me through my pants and I am aching to be inside her. My hand is totally wet from her when our station is called over the PA. “Thank god,” she says, “I’m fucking ready to explode.” We stumble off the train and into the cold night air. My arm is around her shoulders, hers around my waist. We walk a few blocks to her apartment.

She fumbles for the keys. My hand is in her dress, rubbing her right tit. I kiss her ear as she slides the key into the lock. Her place is dark. She flips on the lights. There is a scurrying sound as pets – I don’t know what kind – skitter into dark spaces. “I’m home,” she calls out, “and I’m not alone.” A cat jumps onto a table.

We kiss at the door. I like the way her mouth feels and tastes. She steps back uncertainly. “I want a drink,” she says, “who about you.” I tell her I don’t really care, that I’m really ready to get things going with her. She drops her coat to the floor. “Unzip me,” she says, turning around. I do. Her green dress falls to the floor. She steps out of it.

She isn’t wearing a bra. Her tits are small but cute. She kicks off her heels as she walks into the kitchen. I just want to fuck her brains out. She opens the fridge and bends over, looking for something to drink. Her ass and legs look unbelievable. I put my hands on her hips and pull her ass against me.

She tells me it feels good and grinds herself against my dick. She finds a bottle of wine and opens a cabinet for glasses. I take off my jacket and throw it across the back of her couch. I begin taking off my shirt and soon and standing in her living room, naked, with a glass of wine and a raging hard-on. She takes a sip of wine and kneels in front of me. Those lips that caught my eye are wrapped around my dick and she is sliding her mouth and tongue all over me.

I put down my glass and put my hands on her head. I pull it toward me and push my dick in as far as I can. She makes a gagging noise and pulls her head away. She looks up and me with her mascara running. “Not too deep, okay,” she says and begins sucking me again. As much as I love feeling my dick in her mouth, I want to be in her pussy.

I pull her up and kiss her. I pull her tight against me. Her nipples are hard and are pressing into to me. “Where’s your room?,” I ask. She leads me to a door. We go in. It’s dark. She turns on a light. Her room is a mess. Clothes are everywhere. “Sorry,” she mumbles, pulling me to the bed and pushing laundry onto the floor.

She lies down and spreads her legs. I paste my mouth onto her wet panties and begin sucking the wet out of her. She tells me she loves it and pushes my head against her with her hands. Her cool thighs are on my ears, squeezing me. “I want to cum,” she says breathlessly, “I want you to make me cum with your mouth.”

I pull her panties to one side. Her pussy is gorgeous. There is a patch of hair at the top but the sides are smooth and bare. Her lips are swollen and red. Her clip peeks out at me. I kiss it and slide my tongue around it. She jerks her hips up and down against my face. I slide one and then two fingers up inside her. Then my thumb. I use it to rub the top of her pussy.

She is quiet but it’s hard for me to say with her legs so tightly around me head. Her body moves a lot. She is so wet that I am able to suck what comes out easily. It is salty and has a vaguely metallic taste. I like it and kiss and suck her more. She is moving her pussy in circles now, pressing it against me. Her legs are straight and rigid over my shoulders. I can hear her moaning – she’s being louder than I thought.

Her whole body snaps and she is just barely jerking her cunt against my mouth and hand. I can feel the muscles inside her contracting against my fingers. She says she’s cumming. I look up her belly, at her rising and falling chest and chin pointing to the ceiling. She says she’s cuming again and wants me inside her. I don’t need to be asked twice.

I kneel up and wipe her wet onto the back of my hand. I press the head of my dick against her swollen pussy and begin to slide it in slowly. “Not slow,” she gasps, “I fucking want to feel you fucking me hard.” I push all the way in and begin stroking in and out. “No,” she says, “just be in me, just be deep in me.” I push in again and move just slightly. She is moving and clenching at me. It feels great. I tell her I am going to cum.

She reaches up and pulls my head to hears. Our mouths and tongues are together. I begin stroking again – out and then in as hard and deep as I can. She is moaning into my mouth. We are both wet with sweat. I can’t wait. I jam myself into her as deep as I can and begin to cum. She thrashes against me as I do – making me want to fuck her more and harder. I do what I can but am soon spent.

I collapse on top of her and try to catch my breath. My mouth is dry and my heart is pounding. Her eyes are squeezed shut and I can feel that she is still cumming. “Don’t pull out yet,” she murmurs, “please don’t pull out.” I tell her I won’t and try to push into her again. She is panting. I roll off her and breathe deeply.

She is up on one elbow now looking down our bodies. “That was fucking great,” she says, “a much better time than the stupid party.” She kisses me and rests her head on my chest. Soon I feel her easy breathing of sleep. Soon I am asleep as well.

Why people don’t like the train is beyond me.

Cum Play: My desk, my cum, her face

R. walked into my office this morning.  Just seeing her now makes my dick hard.  She was wearing a suit – brown with thin pinstripes.  She had on a light blue blouse under her buttoned jacket. She sat across from me on the edge of my desk.

 

“Good morning,” she smiled, “I want you to cum for me nice and early today.  I have something really dirty in mind.”  I could feel my cock straining in my pants.  “Yeah,” I assured her, “I think I can help you out – what do you have in mind?”

 

“Here’s what I want,” she said. “I want you to jerk off onto your desk – right by the edge there where you’re sitting.  I’ll block the door.”  She stepped away from my desk and leaned back against the window along my door.  The way she she was standing allowed my to pull my dick out without worry.

 

I unzipped my pants and pulled it out.  “I love seeing you with your dick in your hands,” she told me.  I spit into my hand and began to stroke myself.   “I want you to cum for me,” she continued, “I want you to make a mess right there on your desk for me so I can clean it up.”

 

R. is totally hot.  Looking at her standing there, knowing that she was going to play with my cum was all I needed to shoot a load onto the wooden surface of my desk.  “I can’t tell you how fucking much I love to see it spurt out of you like that,” she said, “I can’t wait to feel it on my skin and taste it in my mouth.”

 

I finished cumming and sat down breathing hard.  I put it away and she walks over.  “Let me sit down,” she says.  I get up and move to the door – curious what she will do next.  She looks down at the pool of cum on my desk and then looks up and me and smiles.

 

She lowers her face to my desk and rests her cheek in the pool.  “It’s so warm,” she tells me.  She begins to roll her face – from one cheek to the other – through the cum.  It is smeared on her cheeks and nose and pretty lips.  Her cheek is on the desk and she pokes her tongue out, licking the cum off the desk.  She begins sucking the cum nosily through her pursed lips.

 

She licks and sucks until all of the cum is gone.  She sits up and looks at me.  Cum runs down her face and onto her throat.  She makes no move to stop it or clean it up as it slowly runs beneath the collar of her shirt.  Where it touches the fabric it begins to darken.

 

She sits, her eyes closed, with a smile one her lips – now smeared with drying cum and lipstick.  She leans back in the chair.  “Just let me sit here until it all dries,” she says, “I want to have your cum on me like this all day.”  The idea of her covered with my cum all day makes me hard again and I want to fuck her.

 

“When I get home,” she went on, “I am going to take off my shirt and bra and suck the cum out of them – just so I can taste it again.  And then I’m going to pull down my pants and panties – which are wet right now by the way – and begin rubbing my pussy through the wet fabric of my shirt.  Do you like it that I tell you these things?”

 

I tell her that I do and that I love being able to do this for her.  “Mmmm, I’m glad.”  Her eyes are still closed.  Her hands move up her body – from her knees to her thighs to her hips to her stomach to her breasts to her face.  “I want to do this with you every day.”

 

She opens her eyes and smiles.  She stands up and takes a tissue from her pocket and dabs her lips – “I can’t look TOO wonton,” she says – and applies a fresh coat of color.  As she walks to the door she reaches over and pats me through my pants.  “I fucking love this,” she says as she opens the door and walks to her office.

Cum Play: Cum on pussy at work

My meeting friend, whom I’ll just call R., called me this morning at my desk.  “Hey,” she said, “that was a great meeting yesterday, didn’t you think?”  I told her that it was.  “Do you want to know what I’m wearing today?,” she asked.  I told her that I would.

  

“Well,” she began, in as sultry a voice as she could muster, “I’m wearing a red skirt today.  It’s very, very short.  I have on a matching red jacket and a cream blouse.  I’m wearing stockings today – real stockings.  My garter has little red bows – it’s really cute.  My shoes are really sexy today – really high.  They’re black leather and very pointy.  Does that sound good to you.”

 

I tell her that it sounds great.  “Wait,” I say, “what about your panties?”  For a second she’s silent.  “What panties?,” she says.  That caught me off guard.   Sitting in my office, thinking about her bare pussy down the hall, my dick starts to get hard.  “That sounds really great,” I repeat.

 

“I’m glad you think so,” she says.  “By the way, I’m working on a little project that I could really use a hand on – are you free?”  I check my calendar and tell her I can find some time.  “Great, can you be down here in say five minutes?”  I tell her yes, send a few emails, and walk down to her office.  My dick is throbbing.

 

She smiles when I come in.  Her wooden desk is large and dark and faces the door.  Her computer is set up on an ell off the desk so she can look out her window as she works.  “Pull up a chair,” she suggests.  I grab one and move it behind the desk beside her.  She slides some papers to me – and slides her skirt up a bit, exposing the tops of her stockings.  

 

“I get so fucking bored and horny,” she is telling me, “but there’s no easy way for me to get off here at work – at least not without going to the ladies room; and even then it’s dangerous” – she pauses – “I make a lot of noise when I cum.”  My face is burning.  “So since I can’t cum myself, I like it that you can cum – and that I get to play with it.”  I tell her that I’m glad too.  

 

“Do you know what I did when I got home?,” she asked.  “I walked in my door, say on the first chair I saw (which was in the kitchen) and began to masturbate.  Would you believe that my foot and shoe were still a little damp with your cum?  I bent over and took off the shoe you had cum in and put my tongue in it while I rubbed my clit.  I could still taste you a little bit.”  “You’re making me so fucking hard,” I told her, “you could almost make me cum with your words.”  She laughed a little.

 

“I want you to cum, but I think it will take more than my words.  Stand next to me and lean in toward my computer – like you’re working – with your back to the door,” she said, turning her chair’s back to the door.  My dick was just about at her elbow as I stood there.  It was clearly pushing out the front of my pants.  “I can’t wait to cum,” I told her.  “Good,” she said, “I want your cum for me to play with and for me to taste and imagine when I make myself cum at home.”  She looked up at me.  Her eyes looked almost drunk as she reached for my zipper.

 

“Just a second,” she said, as she went over to close her door.  It had a window along the side but it was better closed than opened.  “Much better,” she said as she sat down.  “Now where were we, oh yes, I remember,” she laughed, “I was about to jerk you off.  Do you want to know where I want your cum today?  I want it up my skirt.  I want it right on my pussy.  Do you think you can hit the target?”  She wriggled her ass and pulled at her skirt and managed to slide the front high enough to expose herself.

 

I looked down at it, her pubic hair was brown and think but it was only on the top, she shaved or waxed the rest off.  I cocked my head to one side and then the other.  “Yes,” I said, “I think I can hit that.”  “Excellent,” she said, reaching again for my zipper.  She pulls it down and I pretty much burst out.  “Oh my,” she says, “I guess you are ready for action.”  I just nod as she squeezes it in her hand.

 

The back of her chair – and the way I am leaning – means that no one can see us from behind.  R. spits into her right hand – which is soft and warm – and begins to rub my cock.  “Is this good,” she asks, looking up at me expectantly.  “Your doing OK,” I tell her, “but it might be faster if you just let me do it.”  “OK,” she says as I spit into my hand and begin stroking myself.

 

My left arm is around the back of her chair.  My body is turned toward her.  I lean slightly forward.  She is pulling the hem of her skirt higher so I can see more of her pussy.  I can see a slight strip of wet on her puffy dark lips.  I tell her how good she looks.  “I want to have your cum on me,” she says quietly, under her breath, “I want to feel it running over and down and around my cunt.  Cum fast, please.”

 

I can cum very quickly when I want to and I make myself cum for her now.  The first shot lands on her skirt and left hand, she turns her wrist and rubs the cum into her pubic hair.  The next three shots are on target – making her pubic hair white and glossy and wet.  The final spurt falls onto her right thigh.  I exhale loudly though my nose.  She reaches for me and squeezes that last of the cum from my dick.

 

I zip up my pants and sit on the edge of her desk.  “So,” she said, “do you want to watch me play?”  “You know it,” I say with anticipation.  I can see the cum trickling down around the left side of her pussy.  Her right hand is there to catch it as it flows.  She draws her hand up from her ass to her pubic hair, catching my cum as she goes.  It fills her palm.

 

She wipes her hand onto her right cheek.  Clots of my cum stick to her face.  “How do I look?,” she asks me.  I tell her she’s making me hard again.  She moves her hands between her legs again and collects more cum.  This time she rubs it into her thighs – above her stockings – where the skin is exposed.  “That’s going to be sticky all day,” she tells me.  “Whenever I walk I am going to feel your mess.”

 

The cum is slowly running down her face, chin and throat.  She wipes it up with her hand again.  She licks her hand – her tongue spreading broadly against her palm.  I can hear her slurping it up.  Smacking her lips she tells me she loves the way my cum tastes and the way it makes her feel.  “We should do this every day,” she says.  I tell her it’s fine with me.

 

She pulls down the hem of her skirt and sits back in her chair – a dreamy look on her face.  “I can’t fucking wait to get home, ” she says – more to herself than to me.  She stands up and we walk toward the door.  “Is my face clean?,” she asks.  There’s a glob of cum just under her chin.  I wipe it off with a finger.  She take it into her mouth and sucks it clean.  “Till tomorrow,” she says.  “Till tomorrow,” I repeat as I step into the hall and walk back to my office.

Fucking a stranger

It’s been days since we fucked.  We’ve parted ways for the moment.  You got busy and had shit to deal with and I guess I did too.  Now we’re apart but that doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about you.  It also doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck. 

Yesterday I was out. I wasn’t doing anything – just reacclimatizing myself to the cold – when I saw a woman. She was attractive. Her hair was long and black and had a nice wave. Her skin was dark – olive I guess – smooth and lovely. Her lips were dark deep red and her eyes were dark and deep too.

I’d first noticed her on the street. I had been behind her. Besides her long hair, I noticed her boots. They following the shape of her calfs perfectly. I don’t usually dig boots but hers were so shapely and snug that I couldn’t take my eyes off them. I walked behind her for a while, absent-mindedly, just enjoying the view.

I wasn’t paying attention. She’d noticed me. I don’t know how – perhaps she saw me in the glass of a store front window. By this point I was in my own world and would have walked right past her if she hadn’t said something. “Hey,” she said, “you seen enough or something?” I was startled – and surprised by her pretty face.

“What? Sorry,” I said, “I was thinking about something and wasn’t paying attention.” “Bullshit,” she said, “You’ve been staring at me for ages.” “I guess I was,” I told her, “your legs caught my attention and then I just spaced out.” “You like my legs?,” she asked, sounding a little flattered. “Yeah,” I said, “Even in those boots they look good.” A little color came to her face.

I reach out my hand. “I’m Nuri,” I say. “That’s kind of an unusual name,” she says. “It is what it is,” I tell her. She shakes my hand. “I’m Brenda.” It’s cold and the wind is really starting to sting. “There’s a Starbucks across the street, do you want to grab a cup of coffee?,” I ask. She says sure and we walk over together.

Inside it’s warm and smells good. We grab coffees and a table. We chat for a while. She is a sales rep for medical device company in another state, here for business. I tell her that I’m a hedonist and that I’ve just gotten back from several weeks of sex in Italy and Singapore. She sprays coffee. “Did you just say you’re a hedonist?” “Yes, absolutely,” I tell her, “I live for pleasure – and especially for sexual pleasure.”

She stares at me – agog. “How exactly does that work?,” she asks. “It’s pretty simple,” I explain, “whenever I have a desire, I do everything I can to fulfill it. I’m not a jerk or a psychopath or anything, I just like a good time and enjoying myself and I think most people should as well.” She is looking at me skeptically – but also curiously.

She has a sip of her coffee. Her nails are painted a dark, dark maroon. “I get pleasure from all kinds of things,” I continue, “little things. Your nails, for example, are a source of pleasure for me. Your manicure is perfect – the shape and color are both beautiful.” I reach for her hand. She stiffens for a second but doesn’t pull her hand away from mine.

The fingers of her left hand rest in my left palm. I stoke them lightly with the fingers of my right hand. “Yes,” I say, “your nails and fingers are lovely.” I look up into her face. She has a slightly surprised look and I bring her fingers to my face and kiss them lightly. She sighs just a little as I suck the tips of her index and middle fingers.

I put her hand back on the table and pick up my coffee. “You see,” I say, “that was pleasurable for both of us, no? Why should we deny ourselves that kind of pleasure.” She snaps to attention when I speak. “I’m sorry,” she says, “I didn’t hear you, what did you say?” I take her left hand between mine and repeat myself.

She is wearing a black ribbed turtleneck. It shows the shape and curves of her body well. “You have such beautiful eyes and such a pretty face,” I tell her; “and your hands are so soft and warm. I won’t even begin to tell you the thoughts that are going through my head right now.” I run my right hand up her arm. She squeezes my left.

We are at a round table. I am at 6:00. She slides her chair from 12:00 to 4:00 – sitting beside me now. She leans closer and tells me that she wishes I would begin to tell her. I laugh a little. “Well,” I say, “I would want to feel your lips pressed against mine. They look full and good and I bet they’d feel great.” She smiles. “I’d want to smell your hair and kiss your ear through it a little.”

She leans her head into mine, her hair spills into my face. I breathe in its sweet smell and tell her how good it is. She laughs a little and tells me she’s glad I like it. Her forehead is pressed against my head, above my right ear. I can feel her breath and the moves of her lips as she asks me to tell her more.

“Are you enjoying my imaginings?,” I ask. She tell me she is, that it’s exciting her to hear these things in this everyday place in a city far from home. “I’d want to move my mouth down your throat and my hands onto your breasts,” I say, reaching cautiously for her left breast – the one closest to me – and giving it a gentle stroke. She presses into my hand.

“I’m imagining what it would be like to pull up you shirt and to pull down the top of your bra – on this side,” I say, patting her left breast again, “so your nipple just peeked out. And touching it with my tongue and feeling it warm and soft in my mouth.” She tells me it wouldn’t be soft for long – that they are starting to get hard. I look down and see their slight bulge and rub her left nipple with my thumb. She kisses my ear. “What else?,” she asks.

My dick is getting hard. I tell her I’d want to slide my hand between her knees and up her skirt; to touch her through her nylons and panties. “I’d like to stroke you like that, with my hand up your skirt, to make you wet.” “I’d like that too,” she breathes, kissing me again. “I’d want to have my dick up inside you,” I continue, “and stroke the inside you until I cum.”

I can feel her face against my, her nose on my cheek. “I’m imaging the same things,” she says, “is there a reason we should only imagine?” I tell her there’s no reason and ask her what she’d like to do about it. “I’d like you to fuck me,” she says, “but where can we do it?”

I smile. “That’s not a problem,” I say, “I’ll go back into the men’s room and lock the door. You come in a few minutes and knock three times and I’ll let you in.” She agrees and I leave the table. In the bathroom I figure the worst that will happen is that she won’t knock and I’ll just have to jerk off.

In a moment there’s a knock at the door. “Yes?,” I say. “It’s Brenda,” says the voice on the other side. I quickly unlock the door and she slipped it. She’s in my arms and our mouths are together. I love the moment of a first kiss, the taste and texture of another mouth, the feeling of a strange tongue on mine.

She is breathless as we kiss. He hand is between my legs, stroking against me through my pants. “I want to have you in me,” she says as she rolls her nylons and panties down her legs. She slips her foot out of one boot and stands in front of me with one bare foot on the floor. I pull down my pants and sit on the toilet.

She faces me and straddles me, guiding my dick up into her. Her pussy is warm and wet and tight. She begins to ease herself down around me. It feels so fucking good to be inside this girl as she bounces up and down on me. I pull he shirt up and he bra down so I can lick and kiss her tits. Her arms are around me head pulling me against her – kissing the top of my head.

Someone knocks on the door. “Oh god,” she says, “I just want you to say inside me.” I grunt that that’s all I want as well. That isn’t going to work of course, as they knock again. I take her head in my hands and guide her face to mine. We kiss, she grinds against me, the knocking continues, we kiss, I cum inside her.

“Just a fucking minute,” I shout as we clean up. We walk out of the bathroom together, not paying attention to the shocked look of the man standing there waiting. “So that’s what I do,” I explain, “it’s all about pleasure.” “Mmmm,” she says, “I think I like it.” We step out onto the sidewalk and exchange kisses but nothing else. “Take care,” I say, as we part ways. “You too,” she says, blowing me a kiss.

Fucking you in the Singapore botanical garden

We’re in a cab from the hotel.  There’s a place that I want to share with you – the Singapore botanical garden.  I visited it a few years ago, and given your love for sex in gardens, it seems a perfect spot for us. 

As the cab makes its way through the quieting streets, my excitement is building. Your wearing a denim skirt, a grey tank top and flipflops. I can’t wait to be between your legs. You’re looking out the window, watching the city pass by. My hand is on your thigh, caressing it lightly.

The taxi stops and I pay the fare. We step onto the sidewalk. The air is hot and close. We hold hands and walk into the garden. We go in at the Nassim gate and stop at the visitor center for a map. The garden is giant with all different paths and plantings. We walk out, our bodies close, to explore.

I warn you that we’re not in Italy and that we’ll have to be very discreet is we don’t want to face serious trouble. “If we’re caught,” I say, “it’s quite likely we’ll end up in prison.” You glance at me and smile. “We won’t get caught,” you say, “we’ll just have to be quick.” You take my hand and pull me along at a jog.

We walk along Upper Palm Valley Road, along the rainforest, to the Ginger garden. Along the way we stop to kiss. I love feeling your breath on me and stroking your hair with our mouths together. We arrive in the Ginger garden and explore its waterfall. We walk through the cave behind the water and look out into the park.

I lean against the stone wall. You lean against me. My arms are around you and I reach up for your tits, squeezing them through your light shirt. I roll you nipples between my fingers. I can feel them getting harder. You grind your ass into me and can feel me getting harder as well.

I drop my hands to your hips and pull you against me. You turn your head and we kiss like this. I want to cum like this, right now – but we hear the voices of people entering the cave. You stand a respectable distance from me. My pants are bulging as a gaggle of Chinese tourists walk into the cave. We walk out.

“That looks uncomfortable,” you say, eyeing my crotch. “Yeah, it is kind of,” I tell you, “but I’m sure we can fix that.” You give it a playful rub. “Yes,” you say, “I think we can arrange that.” Every time we think we’ve found a place to fuck, someone walks onto the scene. It’s starting to drive us crazy. “I hate all these interruptions,” you tell me. I totally agree.

We find a secluded bench and sit. “Poor Nuri,” you say, “with a big hard on and no place to put it. I’m ready too – really ready.” To show me, you reach up your skirt and rub yourself. You curl your finger around your panties and into your pussy. You bite your lower lip and smile at me. When you pull your hand out, your fingers are glistening wet. “See?,” you say.

You bring your fingers to my mouth and wipe them on my lips. I love the way you taste. My tongue is on your fingers – licking the length of them and between them. I suck the wet off you. You lean toward me and we kiss again. Your tongue is in my mouth and mine in yours.

A park employee walks by and at tsks us. “Not so much kissing,” she tells us as she passes. We sit a bit apart now. My arm is around you. My cock is absolutely throbbing.  I can still taste your pussy on my lips. You lean your head into mine. “Nuri, I need to have you in me really badly,” you say. I tell you I understand and we get up once again.

We stop at a bathroom and you run in. You’re out in seconds. “I took off my panties,” you tell me. “That will make it easier.” I tell you it’s good thinking. We make our way to the narrow trail through the rain forrest. It’s very quiet in here and we haven’t seen anyone in a few minutes. We both look around and decide that this may be our best shot.

You reach out and put your hands on the trunk of a tree. I stand behind you. “You look that way,” I say, “and I’ll look this way.” I pull up the back of your skirt. Your ass and pussy look so fucking good. I can’t wait to get in there. I stroke between your legs with my hand as I unzip my pants. Just getting my dick out is a relief – but it’s nothing compared to the relief of sliding in to you.

I groan. You push against me. You moan. We fuck. It’s quick. Both of us are on the lookout for anyone coming. I cum. Just in time too – we hear voices. I pull out, put in and zip up. You smooth down the back of your skirt. Your face is a little flush. You laugh nervously as we begin walking up the trail toward the voices. It’s another group of Chinese tourists. I can see my cum dribbling down the inside of your left thigh.

As we walk through the garden, it continues to run down your leg until it reaches your foot. Your flipflop is wet with it by the time we reach the taxi stand at the visitor’s center. We get into a cab and give the driver the address. You trace the path of my cum from your foot to your pussy with your finger, wiping up the little that remains. You open your mouth wide and stick your fingers in – making a big show for me of cleaning them off. You make me laugh.

I lean over and kiss you, rubbing your thighs. The driver is watching us in his mirror. We separate a bit but still hold hands. We stop at the hotel and get out. We make our way to the bar at the pool and grab a drink together. “That was fun Nuri,” you say, sipping your cocktail. “Fun,” I agree, “but not very relaxing.” We have a laugh and a kiss and smoke and sit and enjoy our drinks and each others company.