Tying, kissing, fucking and cumming on Sophia

As we walk back to the hotel your legs are like rubber.  You lean into me still breathing hard, hanging on my arm and pressing your face into my chest.  My dick is hard – swelling as I imagine what we’ll do when we get back into the room.   You look up at me and tell me you want to feel me inside you.  I smile but say nothing.  I have other things in mind.

 

We go up the stairs and into the room.  You start to undress.  I go to the dresser – my back to you – and root through the drawers.  “Lie down,” I tell you over my shoulder.  You finish stripping and lie down naked on the freshly made bed.  You look so good lying there – you stretch you arms and legs and smile at me, dimples on your cheeks and cute crinkled eyes.

 

“Here’s what I’d like to do,” I begin, walking toward you with my hands behind my back, “I’d like to tie you to that bed, all splayed out, and kiss and lick every part of you.”  You smirk at me, “oh really?,” you ask.  Taking my hands from behind my back, hands holding a set of restraints, I tell you yes.  Your eyes widen and you smile slowly.  “For me?,” you ask.  “For you,” I say, fastening a lined nylon band around your right ankle and then to the bed.

 

You shift a little as your legs is pulled.  I step to the other side of the bed and tie your left leg.  Your legs are spread wide giving me a view of your sweet little pussy there at the top.  As I walk up along the bed I run my hand up the length of your body.  I can feel your tensing under my fingertips.

 

“I’m going to be all over you soon, Sophia,” I say as I tie your left hand to the bed, up over your head.  Climbing onto the bed and straddling your chest I tie your right had as well.  I step off the bed and look at you completely spread and open for me.  I can feel my pulse in my dick.  “Are you comfortable?,” I ask.  “Yes,” you say, “but I’d be more comfortable if you were touching me.”  I smile.  “Patience,” I say, and get undressed.

 

I climb onto the bed with you and sit at your side, my dick hard and bobbing as I move toward you.  I am on your left side and I lead up the bed to kiss your left palm.  I move my tongue along and between you long slender fingers – sucking them.  It makes you sigh and giggle.  I stop to look at you again.  You bending and twisting your head to see what I am doing.

 

The effort, angle and your smile make you adorable and make me want to kiss your face.  I slide down the bed and press my lips against your forehead.  I am astride you again and my dick is dragging across your belly.  Your head is in my hands as I kiss along your hair, across your eyebrows, your eyelids, down your nose and across your cheeks.  I feel your lips straining to reach and brush my face.

 

The taste and smell of your skin and hair are making me crazy as I kiss and lick around your face and neck and ear.  I love the way I can feel you tense up as I draw my lips along your throat, stopping to kiss it up and down for a few minutes, losing myself in the feeling of your skin on my lips and against my tongue.

 

Resting my head on your shoulder, I begin to play with your breasts.  They’re so wonderfully round and warm and soft and firm all at once.  My hand cups and squeezes on and then the other and I watch as your nipples tighten and stand out.  I move my mouth to your right nipple and touch it softly with my lips then tongue then teeth, biting and tugging at it gently.

 

You twist your body to make it easier for me to suck but you don’t have to do that.  I slide on top of you, my dick hard against your right thigh, and a breast in each hand – my mouth moving from one to the other.  My weight on you makes you breathe harder.  I kneel again – my ass is over your pussy.  I spit into my hand and begin to jerk off slowly.

 

“I love being with you Sophia,” I say, “I could stay here like this with you forever.”  You smile up at me.  “You’re making me so wet,” you say, your eyes on my dick as I rub it.  I tell you I could cum right now, that just looking at you like this – tied down, naked, spread out – is almost too much.  “I want you to cum,” you say, “I want you to cum on me.”  I tell you I will – but not yet.

 

I move up your body and press my dick into your mouth.  Your tongue begins to stroke it .  I lead forward and brace my hands on the wall.  I begin to fuck your mouth.  Slowly and softly at first but as I begin getting more and more excited I move my hips faster and harder against your face, pushing my cock deeper into your mouth, my balls on your chin.

 

You are gagging as I go in deep and your eyes water.  I don’t want to hurt you and pull out.  You gasp and take deep breaths – coughing.  When you’ve caught your breath I begin again, stroking my dick along your mouth.  You kiss and lick it as it slides back and fourth over your lips.  I love this.  I stroke it on your cheeks now too – long arcs across your whole face – your beautiful face, now wet with your saliva.

 

I can’t wait.  I begin to cum.  My cum shoots across your right cheek.  I quickly shove my dick into your open mouth – cumming down your tongue and throat.  Pulling it out again and cumming more on your face – getting my cum on your nose and forehead.  You swallow the cum in your mouth and I give you my dick to suck some more.  It feels good.

 

I stand and step back.  You look so sexy with my cum on your face, running down into your hair.  I get my camera and take photographs of your sticky face.  I begin snapping pictures of your body.  Your twisting hands, your bare arms, your breasts.  “Do you like being photographed?,” I ask as I point the camera at your pussy.  I reach between your legs and spread it open, the shutter clicking.

 

“You make me feel sexy,” you say, “fucking my mouth, cumming on my face, taking my picture – it was fun.”  I stop and look at you.  “Was?,” I ask.  “You say it like the fun’s over.”  I slide a finger inside you.  “The fun is only getting started Sophia.”  I pull my wet finger from you and suck the wet off it.  “The fun is only getting started.”

 

Gently, I touch your clit.  You arch your back and move against me.  I pull my hand away.  I get up and put the camera down and get a small towel from the bathroom, wet with warm water.  I wipe the cum off your face and out of your hair.  “Thank you,” you say, “it was starting to get cold on me.”  I clean your face and put the towel on the bed side table.

 

I take two pillows from the other bed an put them under your ass – lifting your pussy off the bed.  I climb onto the bed and between your legs.  I stroke them, rubbing from your calfs to you ass – across the tops of your thighs and then up between your legs – lingering at the soft skin at the very top, where you legs meet.

 

As I rub along the edge of your pussy you begin to move your hips from side to side.  Your skin is so warm here.  I lower myself and brush my beard along the inside of your thighs – moving closer and closer to your pussy.  You can feel my breath on it as I begin to kiss its edge.  I can feel you tremble and my kisses move from the edge to the center.

 

The kisses are small.  I kiss your lips up and down.  At the base of your pussy I pause and move my tongue to your ass.  My hands are on your hips lifting you more – as I press my tongue against your asshole.  It’s so tight against my tongue and you make little gasps as I press and press.  

 

Your legs are stiff as I move my mouth back to your pussy.  I press my mouth against you full and hard and push my tongue deep inside you, swirling it around in you, stroking the walls and top of your pussy; feeling your soft and smooth, wet and warm skin.  It feels good.  

 

Feeling your bucking your hips into my face, pressing harder against me, straining at the restraints as I fuck you with my tongue.  It’s making my dick throb and get hard again.  I move my mouth up to your clit.  I slide my fingers into you and move them in and out while I lick and kiss your clit.

 

You rock against me – pulling with your hands and feet to move your pussy on my mouth.  I watch your craning your neck to watch me kiss you.  I see your breasts moving up and down faster and you get more excited.  You drop your head to the bed and begin to moan – softly at first but then louder.

 

I can feel you getting wetter and wetter.  I can feel you contracting against me.  I can feel your muscles getting tense.  I can feel you cumming.  I suck at you, lap at you, clean you with my mouth as you cum.  I want to fuck you.  I want to be in you while you’re cumming.  I want to feel your pussy hold me tight as I stroke it in and out of you.

 

Your body is thrashing on the bed as you cum.  I pull my mouth from you and kneel up moving up.  I slide the head of my dick along your pussy and clit.  You press against it – wanting it in you.  I press my head into you and force it into you deep.  You gasp as I go in.  Your pussy feels so warm and wet and wonderful around me.  I begin pumping into you faster – my eyes on your face as you breath and cum under me.

 

Your eyes are slits but I can see you big your pupils are now.  Your mouth is open and you breath comes out of your swelling lips in little gusts.  Your hands twist at the restraints.  The skin on your face and throat and chest is pink.  You are beautiful and I could spend forever with you like this – inside you like this – driving both of us wild.

 

It can’t last.  I can feel my own orgasm getting closer and closer.  Your body beneath me is twisting.  I fuck you harder, grunting as I thrust into you.  You’re making noise now too – squeals and squeaks – almost laughing as I push into you.  Before I cum I pull out of you.  I want to cum on you again.  This time across your breasts and belly.  

 

I stroke myself just once and the cum flies out of me and onto you – streaming across you.  It lands on your right breast, near your nipple.  There more spurts follow landing between your breasts and on your stomach.  I reach up to rub the cum into you and can feel your heart beating fast, feel your body tremble.

 

We stay still for a few moments.  Still out of breath and will my own heart racing I stand and get off the bed.  I untie your hands and feet and lift you – stiff – from the bed.  We hold each other close and kiss.  “Thank you,” you say.  “Thank you,” I repeat.

 

Together we go into the bathroom to shower and plan what’s next.

 

 

 

Sex in public with Sophia

Finally we’re really ready to make our way out of the hotel for something to eat.  As you get dressed and begin pulling your panties on I tell you to wait, to skip them, that I want to know your pussy and ass are bare and exposed.  Your faces blushes but you pull them back down your legs and step out of them.  Your eyes are on my as you slide your skirt over your hips.

 

“I hope you have something in mind,” you say, standing and now putting on your bra.  “I want to keep our options open,” I say pulling on my pants.  You smile at me slyly and nod – “OK, we’ll see where things lead.”  I nod.  As we stand there together I realized how mesmerized I am by you – your red hair, your pale pretty face, the shape of your breasts through your shirt, the soft skin on the inside of your thighs, the taste of your pussy – and how badly I want to fuck you again.

 

We walk onto the street side-by-side – arms around each others waists pulling tightly together.  The shape of you pressed against me feel wonderful.  It’s cold out but our bodies together keep us warm.  I let my hand slide to your ass and squeeze it through the thing fabric of your skirt.  You sigh happily as we walk.

 

My hand moves lower.  I am on your left and move my hand to the bottom of your left cheek – sliding it forward toward your pussy.  You twist a little – but I can’t tell if you are trying to make it easier or harder for me to touch you.  I don’t really care either way – I just want to make you wet.

 

You lead the way for a few blocks, pointing out points of interested around the city as we go, until we find ourselves standing in front of a little cafe.  “Here’s where I think we should eat,” you say.  Not having an opinion one way or the other I follow you inside.  As you step up through the door I see a dark wet patch on the back of your skirt where I was rubbing you.  Seeing that you’re wet makes me hard.

 

Inside the place is dark and almost deserted.  You tell me it’s because we are not in a popular part of town (at least not during the day) and that it’s maybe a little late.  I tell you that I don’t care – that anywhere with you is perfect.  You blush – I can barely see it in the dim light – but can see the color rising on your pale cheeks.

 

I can’t make heads or tails of the menu and so leave ordering to you.  I just watch you – the way your face looks as you speak, the way the light hits it from different angles, the way your eyes move across the page – smiling.  I am across from you and can enjoy the view but need to feel you somehow.

 

I reach across the table and take your hand in mine.  I love how warm and soft it feels and I squeeze it.  You smile at me as we sip drinks and wait for our food.  I can’t take my eyes off of you – your eyes, your hair, your face and lips – I want them all again and again.

 

We talk about books, about your country, my country, the world, whatever – but all I can think about if being with you.  Your tongue touching mine, your tongue licking on my dick, my hands on your head pressing into your mouth – it warm and wet around me.  Looking at you this is all I can see.  My dick is hard imagining it.

 

I tell you to slide off your shoes.  You reach down and fumble with them.  “Put them up in my lap,” I say.  “My feet?,” you ask, “you have a thing for them?”  I tell you I do and in a moment feel them resting on me.  Smiling, I unzip my pants and pull my dick out, squeezing your feet around it.

 

The waiter brings our meal.  As we eat I stroke myself between your soles.  You nails are painted a deep dark purple – almost black – that contrasts with your pale skin.  “Before we leave I’m going to cum on your feet.  I want you to slide them dirty into your shoes.”  You laugh.  “It tickles,” you say.  “But does it turn you on?,” I ask.  “Anything that turns you on turns me on,” you say, wiggling them in my lap.

 

Finished eating, I lean back and begin stroking more.  “When we’re done here,” I say, looking down, “I want to go to a park or something.  I want to reach into your skirt and rub you off and my fingers.  I want you to cum with me in public before we go back to the room.”  You shift if your seat and move closer to me.

 

I start breathing heavily as I get close to cumming.  You feel my excitement and tell me you’re getting excited too.  You brush strands of red hair from your wonderful face.  I begin to cum.  I spurts between you feet and onto your ankles.  I rub my head along your soles and the bottom of your toes, dribbling my cum onto you.  A shudder goes through me as I finish.  Unexpectedly, you moan a little.

 

Still breathing heavily, I tell you I am done.  I feel your feet moving off of me and watch as you lean to the side to put your shoes back on.  When you sit up you have a finger-full of my cum.  You look at me and part your lips, open your mouth, stick out your tongue – long and strong – and begin to slowly lick the cum from your fingers.  I whisper, “Sophia, you are so fucking sexy, I can’t wait to make you cum and then to get you back to the room.”

 

I put my dick away and then pay the bill.  I get up and help you with your jacket.  “It’s all wet and squishy in my shoes,” you say.  “How about your pussy – is that wet too,” I ask, sliding my hand into you skirt and reaching for you.  I slide a finger into you and feel how wet you are.  “Mmmm,” I say, taking my wet finger from you and licking it off, “let’s go someplace where I can make you cum.”

 

You sigh and take my hand – bringing it to your mouth and giving my wet fingers a lick.  “I know a place we can go,” you say, pulling me along.  You lead the way to a small wooded park.  There are benches here and there along deserted trails.  “No one is here in the afternoon,” you say as we walk along the path.

 

We find a bench that’s suitably secluded and begin to kiss.  I can’t tell you how much I love your mouth.  Soon my hand is on your breast, squeezing and playing with one and then the other.  I can feel your nipples getting harder and harder as I brush and stroke them.

 

I slide my hand down between them, down your belly and once again into your skirt.  Slowly and softly I rub my finger along your.  I can feel the wet seeping out of you. I can feel your hard clit under my finger.  I can feel your breath getting harder and faster in my mouth as I stroke you.  I slide a finger inside you and begin moving it in and out of your slowly – stroking the top of your cunt.

 

You begin to move your hips against me and I can feel your thighs squeezing me hand.  I am sucking on your tongue as it pushes into my mouth.  Your breath is hard and uneven.  I kiss my way along your cheek to your ear and kiss it gently.  “Do you want me to kiss you?,” I ask, “do you want to feel my mouth on your pussy.”  You move your hips faster and hiss yes.

 

I slide off he bench between your legs – pushing your skirt up.  I push your legs apart and press my mouth against your pussy.  You arch your back and begin bouncing and rolling your hips against my face.  “Put your fingers inside me again,” you gasp; and I do – stroking and kissing and licking you faster.  

 

No one is around but the idea that we could be caught like this – with my face pasted against you, with you leaning back and spreading your legs and gasping for breath – is making us both excited.  You begin making noises I can’t even describe – moans or grunts or gasps, bits and pieces of words – as you grind into my face and begin to cum.

 

I lick and suck at you more, letting the wet from you cover my face and mouth.  We keep like this for ages – I feel your body tensing and relaxing over and over as you cum again and again.  Finally we stop.  You’re sopping wet and I want to fuck you again.  But not here.  I want to get back to the room for what’s next.  I sit next to you on the bench.  You’re eyes are still closed and you’re squeezing your thighs together – keeping the feeling going between your legs.

 

My arm is around you and I kiss you.  You push your skirt back down – a shiver running through you.  It takes a few minutes for you to compose yourself and to begin breathing regularly again.  You slump against me and I put my arm around you, holding you close.  Your eyes are still closed.  “That was so fucking good,” you say with a sigh.

 

I kiss the top of your head.  “If you liked that,” I say, “you’re going to love what I have in store for you next.”  We get up – you unsteadily – and begin an almost drunken walk back to the hotel.

Tying Lee

We’re having dinner at your place.  It’s pleasant, but we’re both rushing – in as restrained a way as possible – because we know what’s happening after dinner.  We’re going to have sex and neither of us can wait.  Oh the things I have in mind for you Lee; but that will have to wait until we’re done.

 

Mercifully dinner comes to an end.  We go into the living room carrying the wine and our glasses.  We sit on the couch in front of the fire and kiss and play a little.  You rub me through my pants – I’m already hard and am imagining fucking you; but things aren’t going to be that simple.  

 

As we kiss I can taste the wine on your lips and tongue.  I suck at the flavor – wanting more of you.  I love hearing your breath as you get turned on.  I slide a hand under your shirt and squeeze and play with your breasts.  You take my other wrist and guide my hand into your lap.  “Rub me a little,” you say, and I do.

 

I feel you pushing yourself against me.  Your thighs hold my hand tight between them.  We push our mouths together – our tongues.  You reach for my belt and begin to loosen it.  “I’ve got plans for my belt, baby,” I tell you.  You sit back and arch an eyebrow.  “Oh,” you say, “am I going to like the plans?”  I tell you I think you will.

 

“Here’s what I want you to do for me Lee,” I say, “I want you to get up and strip for me in front of the fire.”  You hesitate for just a second but then stand, smile and me coyly and walk to the fireplace.  I’ve opened my pants and have my dick in my hand, rubbing it slowly.

 

You finish unbuttoning your shirt and reach behind yourself to unfasten your bra.  Your breast settle down – full and round.  Your nipples are pink and your breast sway as you kick off shoes and begin sliding down your pants and panties.  I slide my hand up and down my dick watching you.  Seeing you do this is making me really hard for you.

 

“Now what?,” you ask me.  “Let me see you sit in that chair,” I say pointing, “and play with your pussy.”  “Do you mind if I get my vibrator?,” you ask.  I say no and wait for you to return.  The vibrator you bring is huge.  “I can’t put it all in,” you say, “at least not yet.”  I watch as you spread your legs and begin to rub yourself with a finger.  You lean back in the chair and smile at me.  “This feels good,” you say.

 

You squirt a little lube along your pussy and begin rubbing the tip of the vibrator along your lips, slowly pushing the tip up into you as you continue twisting your fingers on your clit.  I stand up and undress – watching you all the while.  My hard dick bobs between my legs as I move toward you.

 

I stand beside you.  “Suck me a little Lee,” I say.  You turn your head and begin kissing my head, barely letting is slip in between your lips.  I groan a little as I put my hands on your head and push my dick all the way in to your mouth.  I stand holding your head and stroking in and out of you.  It feels good.

 

I step back.  “Your mouth feels great,” I tell you, “I had to stop or you were going to make me cum; and it’s not time for that yet.”  You pout a little.  “Don’t worry,” I say, “there’s going to be plenty of fun for both of us; but now it’s time for something a little different.”

 

Taking my belt from the pile of clothes on the floor I ask you to let me tie you.  You begin pushing the vibrator in and out of you faster and say “yes.”  “Come with me then,” I tell you.  We go to your back door.  “Sit here on the floor.”  You do.  I pick up my tie and use it to tie your wrists together.  I loop my belt tightly around the tie and then around your doorknob.  You hands are ties securely over your head.

 

“Is that too tight?,” I ask.  You wiggle your fingers. “We’ll I can’t move my arms but it seems OK,” you say.  I grab my pants and use them to tie your ankle to the couch – one pant leg here, the other there.  I do the same with your pants and the chair you had been sitting in.  “You look so sexy like this,” I tell you as I stroke my dick against your cheek.

 

I kneel beside you and lick from your shoulder up your neck and to your ear.  “I’m going to drive you crazy and make you cum tonight,” I whisper as I kiss your hair.  “I want to make you more excited then you’ve ever been; I want to make you cum with my mouth and your vibe.  I want to be between your legs kissing and teasing you until you beg me to let you cum.”  

 

I can feel your chest rising and falling faster as I speak.  “And when your cumming with that big dildo of your way up inside, I’m going to cum all over you.”  You gasp a little and shift yourself on your ass.  I begin kissing your face – across your cheeks and nose and eyelids and chin and forehead.  I stay away from your mouth.

 

I kiss around your neck and throat.  Small kisses, tiny touches with my tongue,  You moan as I kiss down your chest between your breasts.  I kiss around them – around their curved bottoms and toward your nipples; but like your mouth I don’t kiss them yet.  I run my tongues along your side down toward your hip.  I kiss across your stomach and up your other side.

 

You’re beginning to pull at your restraints a little.  I stand up to check them.  I dick sways near your face.  You crane your neck and stretch your tongue to touch it as I make sure you’re held tight.  I move my hips toward your face a fraction of an inch – close enough for you to reach me with your mouth.  I lightly brush your lips with my dick but then pull it away.

 

I kiss your wrists and now twisting hands.  My own excitement is almost too much for me as I kneel beside you and begin kissing your feet and legs.  Looking up between your legs I can see your pussy seeping wet as you get more and more excited.  I want to make you cum.  I lie on my stomach between you legs.  I put my arms under your legs and around your ass – lifting and pulling your toward my mouth.

 

Even now though I don’t rush.  I kiss everywhere between your legs except your pussy.  You’re breathing hard and are trying to find some leverage to get my mouth against you.  You moan as I kiss the inside of your thigh, right at the edge of your pussy.  Your skin is so hot against my lips.  I kiss closer and closer to you – I can feel your legs tremble when I finally plant a kiss against your pussy, pushing my tongue inside you.

 

You moan louder now as I run my tongue around inside you.  Rather than licking up toward your clit, I lick down and kiss and lick the bottom of your pussy.  Your so wet and I want to taste the wet that’s coming out of you.  You hop your ass forward closer to my face.  I can feel pre-cum seeping out of me as I kiss you now – that’s how badly I want you.

 

Your making insistent sounds now, rocking from side to side as I continue lick and kiss you – but still not your clit.  I can’t stand it any more, I want to make you cum and so I move my mouth up to your hard wet clit.  When I finally press my tongue against it you gasp.  I can feel your body tighten as I kiss it faster and harder – licking along its left side.

 

I stop and stand.  “Here,” I say, bringing my dick to your face, “taste me a little.”  Your body is almost thrashing as I rub my head along your lips and tongue.  “Oh my god, please fuck me,” you say; but I tell you I can’t do that yet and reach for your big vibrator.  “I think there’s probably something we can work out,” I tell you as I return between your legs.

 

I rub the tip along your swollen pussy and begin pushing it in to you.  Your pull your hips back as I push it deeper.  “Don’t worry,” I tell you – kissing your clit between my words – “I’ll to it slowly and gently.”  I can feel you relaxing as I slow down, kissing you and licking at you.

 

I kiss up your stomach now – holding the vibrator in you – and I begin to kiss and lick your nipples.  They’ve grown and swollen now.  I love how they look and feel against my tongue.  “Kiss me more,” you pant, “I need you to kiss me more.”  I look up at your flushed face and see how excited you are.

 

Back between your legs I begin kissing you again – and sliding your vibrator deeper into you.  Rather than pulling away, you’re now pushing against it to get more of it inside you.  I am on the edge of cumming lying there between your legs.  I begin rubbing my tongue broad across your lips and clit – faster and faster and harder and harder.  The vibrator is in to the hilt and I am pulling and pushing that in and out of you fast and freely now.

 

Your pussy is soaking wet and I am trying to suck up as much of your wet as I can manage.  Your lifting your hips against me faster and faster and I can tell you’re getting close to cumming.  I paste my mouth tight against your clit and suck and swirl it with my tongue.  

 

Your body begins to shudder and you let out a loud and high call.  My mouth is against you as hard as it can be.  You’re not breathing now – just tight and trembling against my mouth and the vibrator.  In a faint voice you ask me to fuck you.  Instead, I stand in front of you again.  Your eyes are closed and your lips are open.  Your body is still shaking as you continue to cum.

 

I press my dick against your lips and you open your mouth for me.  I push it in deep.  You gag a little but only suck me harder.  I want to cum on you.  I pull my dick out of your mouth and begin stroking it and rubbing it on your face.  In no time I begin to cum as well, shooting streaks of cum across your cheeks and lips and nose.    My cum runs down your face and drips onto your tits.

 

Done, I drop back to the floor to keep you going.  Seeing you smattered with my cum, cumming yourself keeps me hard as I bring my face back to your pussy.  Even though I’ve cum I want to be inside you.  Frantically I try to untie you as quickly as I can.  When I get your legs undone I tell you to turn over.  With my help, you do.

 

Behind you, I slide slowly into you.  Your hands are still over your head but are behind you now as I stroke in and out of you.  My hands are around your hips, holding you close as I push in as deep as I can.  I can feel your muscles gripping me tight as we fuck.  

 

I am spent.  I reach up and untie you.  You drop your upper body to the floor and massage your wrists for a moment.  Then one of your hands is between your legs, pressing slightly on your clit to extend the sensation of orgasm.  I pull out of you and lie back on the floor – exhausted.  You come and lie beside me.

 

The fire has died down and we quietly watch its embers sparkle and fade before we drift off to sleep there on the floor in each others arms.

Watching Betty Masturbate

Betty is asleep on top of me, soft and heavy, she feels great.  I am soft but still inside her somehow.  Waking up like this is awesome and I can feel myself getting hard.  The feeling of me growing inside her wakes Betty up a little too.  She wiggles her pussy against me.  Her blonde hair, a mess from last night is across me chest and shoulders.

 

I tell her good morning and kiss her head.  I ask her to kiss my nipples.  She does.  I get harder.  I push up into her.  I squirm out from under her and roll her onto her back.  I stand in from of her.  “Spread your legs wide for me,” I say, and she does.  I sit on the edge of the coffee table with my dick in my hand, stroking it.  “You look fucking great like that,” I tell her, “with your legs and pussy spread.”  

 

Betty smiles and says she had fun last night.  I say that I did too.  She asks what I have to do today.  I tell her nothing until work in the afternoon.  She tells me that she needs to be at work at 9:00.  We look over at the clock.  It’s already after 8:00.  “I think you’re going to be late,” I say.  “I guess so,” she agrees.

 

“Since you’re going to be late anyway, why don’t we have a little fun?,” I suggest.  She smiles coyly, “what do you have in mind?”  I look at her there on my couch – long tangled blonde hair, tanned skin, sweet round tits, curving hips, legs still spread.  “I want to watch you get yourself off.  Let me see you make yourself cum.”

 

Betty blushes.  “What’s wrong,” I ask, “don’t you ever do that?”  “I do,” she says, “but never for anyone to watch.”  I tell her it will be fun, that it will turn me on and that I’ll fuck her when she’s ready.  She nods and brings her hands to her pussy.  She begins to poke and stroke her clit.  She shifts her ass on the couch a little.  She’s looking at me looking at her.

 

I spit into my hand and start jacking off a little more.  I’m loving what I’m seeing.  “Let me see you suck you tits a little.”  Betty brings a nipple to her mouth.  I see her tongue stick out and draw a circle around her nipple with saliva.  Down below, she’s shoving two fingers inside then pulling them out and rubbing her clip.  

 

She drops her tit and reaches between her legs.  She has both hands down there now – her right rubbing and her left pushing inside.  She leans back on the couch and rests her feet on the table, one on either side of me.  I keep rubbing myself with my right hand but stroke her right leg with my left hand.

 

Betty responds by squeezing me between her legs.  I begin talking about the restaurant bathroom, about how hot it was pull her skirt up and her panties to one side, to wrap my hands around her hips and ass and to go inside her hard and fast.  As I describe our first encounter, Betty starts to twist on the couch.  She is breathing heavily now and asks me to tell her more.

 

I can see and hear how wet she is.  It makes me so hard.  I tell her how hard it was for me ti fuck her quietly, that I had just wanted to shout while I was doing her.  She squeals a little now and moans.  I tell her how sexy she looked with one foot up on the edge of the toilet and a hand on the wall – trying to steady herself and I pushed in and out of her.

 

Her hands are moving faster between her legs.  I am watching but have stopped rubbing myself.  I don’t want to cum yet and Betty is totally turning me on.  In a high breathless voice, she asks me to tell her more.  I tell her how my excitement built when the other woman walked into the bathroom, how I kind of wish she’d opened the door and found us.  Betty, barely breathing, tells me she wish she had too.

 

I tell her what it was like to feel myself getting ready to cum, how badly I wanted to cum inside her there in the stall.  Betty’s legs are rigid now on either side of me, her toes are arching and curling.  Her pink nipples are plump and pretty now and her chest and face are mottled and pink.  I tell her what it felt like to cum in her, the release I felt, the way I could feel my cum making her warmer and wetting inside.

 

I tell her that when we were done I could see my cum running down the inside of her thigh as she walked back into the dining room.  That’s the last straw – Betty’s lips are open and her teeth and eyes clenched closed.  Her body bucks against her now stiff hands.  I just want to fuck her.  She’s not moving her hands so I stand up and step onto the couch beside her.

 

I take a handful of her hair and wrap it around my dick.  I begin stroking myself with her hair, looking down her body, still trembling and cumming.  “What are you doing?,” she rasps.  “I want to cum too,” I say, “I want to cum on you while your cumming.”  The seems to make her cum again or harder.  

 

It doesn’t take long for me to cum.  It spurts out into her hair; it sprays down onto her face and tits and stomach.  I begin to rub my dick on her cheek, smearing it with cum.  Betty turns her head and puts me in her mouth, sucking the cum out of me.  I hold her head against me and pump myself into her.

 

Done, I pull out and sit beside her.  Her body is relaxed now and her breathing steady.  She smiles a little dreamily.  “I thought you were going to fuck me,” she says.  “I though so to,” I say, “but that just seemed like the right thing to do.”  We both laugh.  “Did you have fun?,” I ask.  “Oh my god yes,” says Betty, “I totally got off on you getting off watching me.”  “Good,” I say, “we’ll have to do it again some time.”

 

It’s after 9:00.  Betty grabs a shirt from the couch and wipes herself off.  “Shit,” she says, “I am going to be so late.”  I tell her not to worry about it, she can take a shower and borrow a shirt or something from me.  She looks at me askance, stands unsteadily, and walks into the bathroom.  “Next time,” she calls as I hear the water beginning to run, “I want you inside me, OK?”  I smile to myself and light a cigarette.  “Sure, Betty,” I say, “anything you want.”

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.

Fucking Betty’s tits

I am at work again and it’s busy.  The night is almost over when I’m told Betty is at the bar looking for me.  I don’t know anyone named Betty and I’m busy and so I don’t have a chance to see who it is.  Half an hour later someone tells me again.  Wiping my hands on my apron I go out to see who the Betty person is.

 

As soon as I see you I melt inside.  All the details of our little escapade in the bathroom rush back to me and I feel myself getting hard.  I walk to you, wrap my arms around you without a word and begin kissing you.  You slide your soft full body against me.  I can feel you rubbing yourself against my thigh.  I drop my hands to your ass and pull you tighter against me.

 

We break our kiss.  I can feel all of your weight pushing against my leg.  I am really hard.  “Holy shit,” I say, “I’m so fucking glad to see you again.”  “Me too,” you say, moving your hips against me, “do you have a few minutes?”  I look at my watch.  “If you give me a few minutes I can give you a lot more than that.”  You bite your lip, smile and say that would be great.

 

I kiss you once more, let you go and tell the bartender to comp you.  “I only have one table left, as soon as they’re done I’m out of here.  Fifteen minutes,” I say.  You say you’ll wait.  I go back to the dining room.  The fifteen minutes takes forever.  I am so impatient to be with you that I finally tell them I need to cash out.  They give me their card and I am done.

 

When I get to the bar you are still sitting there.  You’re wearing a lacy black top, black pants and the same slingback shoes you had on the other night – along with a fitted black leather jacket.  I take your hand and pull you off the stool and back into my arms.  We kiss again, your soft lips against mine.  I can taste the cool inside of your mouth with my tongue.

 

I step back to look at you again and then lean back close.  I whisper in your ear, “your tits are fantastic.”  You blush a little and lead my hand to them.  “Feel them,” you say, and I do.  “Oh my god,” I say, “I think about the other night all the time.  It was so good to be inside you.”  You kiss my ear and tell me you’ve gotten off on it a few times since.

 

You slide my hand down your body and against your crotch.  “This is aching for you,” you tell me, “I want to feel you in there again.”  Several eyebrows are rising around the bar.  The bartender clears his throat and looks over at the manager who is standing there looking at us. “I think we’d better get out of here before I fuck you right here,” I say.  You just nod and together we walk out.

 

“So where do you want to go?,” you ask.  I tell you that I live nearby and you squeeze my hand.  We walk the few blocks to my place.  Along the way we continue to kiss and play.  I unlock the door and we tumble in laughing.  As soon as the door is kicked closed my face is between your tits.  You squeeze them against y head – they’re so warm and soft.

 

You’re laughing as I come up for air.  “You know Betty, I don’t even know where to start,” I say.  You take off your jacket and toss it on the couch.  You pull off your shirt and bra and let your gorgeous tits bounce free.  “Why don’t you start by sucking my nipples a little,” you say, and I do.  We move to the couch.  I kiss across your chest from one side to the other and then up your neck to your face.

 

Your skin smells so good.  My tongue trails up your throat, around your jaw, across your cheek and to you lips.  They’re so soft and sweet.  As we kiss, your eyes are closed.  When you open them I am amazed by how big and green and pretty they are.  Your run your hands through my hair and around my face.  Are tongues are touching, warm and wet and close.

 

I tell you I want to take a shower, that I want to get the restaurant off of me.  You say you’d like to take one too and we head into the bathroom.  Watching you finish undressing – flipping off your shoes and standing barefoot on my bathroom floor, pushing your pants down and then peeling your thong off – makes me so hard for you.  You begin unbuttoning my shirt and then just pull it over my head, along with my t-shirt too.

 

I drop to my knees and push you back.  You lean against the wall and I begin to kiss around your pussy.  I wipe my finger along your lips and feel how wet you are already.  I push my tongue up into you and suck.  You moan a little and roll your hips at me.  “I don’t know what is it,” you say under your breath, “that turns me on so much about sex in the bathroom.”

 

As I like at your pussy I don’t really care.  You hike one leg over my shoulder and I nuzzle deeper into you.  I struggle to get my pants off – not easy in the position – and begin stroking myself.  “Come on,” I say, standing up, “let’s get wet together.”  I begin to run the shower and you kiss and caress my back.  I step in and you follow.  I squeeze some shampoo into my hand and begin washing my hair.  Now you’re on your knees, kissing and sucking me.

 

I tell you it feels good as I rinse my hair.  You stand, still holding my dick, and kiss my nipples.  You look at me with a wink and begin playing with your tits.  You grab a bar of soap and begin rubbing it on your breasts.  “So,” you say, fondling them, “you think I have nice tits?”  I tell you I do and reach for them, squeezing them and pinching and pulling at your nipples.  They stiffen under my fingertips.  “Do you want to fuck them?,” you say with a smile.  

 

You kneel on the floor of the tub again and drop my dick between them.  You squeeze them tightly together as I stroke myself between.  I can’t tell you how great it feels, to be fucking them like this, to see the tip of my dick emerging from your big tanned tits and pressing against your throat.  “You’re planning on being here a while, right?,” I ask, my hands on your shoulders.

 

Looking up at me you say you don’t have any other plans.  “That’s good,” I say, “because I want to cum on your tits right now but don’t want it to end there.”   You lift me dick to your mouth and pop my head in, then you put it back and keep rubbing it.  “I want your cum on me,” you say, rubbing faster.  I moan and lean back against the wall of the shower, water sprinkling over us both.

 

In a few seconds, warm jets of my cum are on you.  You pull me out from between your tits and jerk me off, spraying my cum onto your tits and nipples.  You put me back in your mouth and suck cum out of me.  Then you bring your breast – wet with water and my cum – to your mouth and lick and suck them clean.  I am in a daze as I stand there watching you.  I am imagining what else we’ll do tonight.

 

I want to make you cum with my mouth, I want to feel your weight on my face as you rub yourself off on my, I want to feel the inside of your pussy again.  I can’t wait.  But for the moment, all I can do is stand there in the shower, watching you and think how lucky I am.

Sex with Sarah in Seattle

My time in St. Paul with Sarah is a warm and happy memory when I send her a note telling her how badly I want to see her again.  On so many nights I ease myself to sleep with her on my mind.  I can picture so clearly the shape and color of her eyes; I can taste and feel her lips and mouth, the skin of her cheeks, the way our noses touched.  I remember the feel of her breasts in my hands and on my tongue, the smell of her hair and the taste of her pussy.  I think of how it felt to be inside her, insider her mouth.

 

Remembering the time we spent together makes me excited.  I recall our excitement as we kissed or stroked or fucked.  Lying alone in bed, thinking of Sarah, I’ve jacked off many times.  In my note I tell her as much and that I want the dreams I have as I drop off to sleep to be real again.  She writes back to me.  She says she wants to see me and asks when I’ll be back.  I look at my travel plans and tell her there are no plans for me to be back in St. Paul at the moment.

 

She asks me where I will be and I tell her what’s coming up over the next few months: New York, San Francisco, Dallas, Seattle and Chicago.  She tells me she has an aunt in Seattle that she ought to visit.  I feel my dick stiffening at the prospect of meeting her there.  We begin to plot our reunion.

 

Our trip isn’t for weeks – which is no good.  The only benefit is that the extra time allows us to arrange things around my conference.  Our time in St. Paul was spent in a generic business hotel.  It was lovely to be with Sarah but I want this time to be lovely and then some.  I’ve looked for hotels with a little something extra and came across the Inn at Harbor Steps.  What I liked about it is the fact that every room has a fireplace.

 

Sarah will be arriving before me but I’ve arranged for a key to be waiting for her so she can get into the room.  My flight won’t be in until the evening.  As time crawls by we amuse one another with long emails describing what we want to do – reading these sets my mind spinning.  I can’t wait to be with her again.

 

My flight isn’t until 5:00 and I won’t be arriving until 10:30.  The weeks have turned into days, the days to hours and the hours to minutes.  I am in a taxi on my way to the hotel.  Every stoplight and slow driver drives me crazy as the cab makes its slow way through Seattle’s rainy streets.  The cab pulls up in front of the hotel.  It’s almost 11:00.  I’m tired but so excited that even the politeness of the woman at the front desk is irritating to me.

 

I am in the elevator.  My heart is pounding.  It stops and the doors open.  I step out and walk down the hall.  My hands sweating.  I slide the key into the lock.  The green light on the door blinks on and I turn the handle.  I step into the room.  Sarah is sitting on the floor, a big down comforter wrapped around her.  She is sitting in front of the fire.  Her smile makes me come alive.  I drop my bags and rush to her.  She stands to greet me.  The comforter falls to the floor.  She is naked.

 

Our arms are around each other.  Our lips our together.  Her body and mouth are warm.  My pulse is pounding.  We drop to the floor.  We both work fast to undress me.  Buttons fly.  In seconds I am naked with her.  Our bodies touching is electric.  Every nerve is aching for a chance to feel her skin close.  My dick is bobbing happily, brushing against her as we lay on the comforter in front of the fire.

 

I want to touch every inch of Sarah.  I want my lips to feel every part of her.  I want her lips and tongue to be everywhere on my.  Our excitement makes us clumsy – trying to do so much so fast.  I am breathless. I am on top of her, she is on top of me, we are side-by-side.  We don’t know where to begin.  Finally I stop myself and pull away.  “Wait,” I say, “I just want to look at you for a second.”  She smiles.  “I could fuck you to pieces right now,” I tell her, “but I want to make this last, OK?”  “Me too,” says Sarah.

 

I am sitting cross-legged on the floor and she snuggles her ass into my lap.  I can feel the wet of her pussy on my leg.  We take a breath and begin to kiss again.  More slowly now.  My tongue follows the shape of her lips.  Hers pushes against it and our tongues twist together.  My hand is on her cheek.  Her hands hold my head firmly as her tongue goes into my mouth.  I slowly lean her onto the soft comforter and move my mouth around her face.  She smiles as I kiss her cheeks and nose and eyelids.

 

Her hand is in her lap as I kiss her neck and throat.  Her hand moves faster as I kiss and suck at her breasts.  They’re so big and round and firm and tight.  Not now, but soon, I am going to fuck her tits.  There’s no way around it.  They’re perfect.  She slides her fingers in and out of her pussy.  She traces around her nipples with her wet fingers.  I lick the wet from them and tell her how badly I’ve missed that taste.  She sighs.

 

I slide out from under her for a second and get some pillows from the bed.  I lie down and rest my head on one.  “I want to kiss you,” I say, “go on top of me.”  “I want to kiss you too,” says Sarah and she turns her body and puts a knee on either side of my head.  In the flickering light of the fire I can see the soft hair around her pussy glowing, the darker edges of her lips and the pink inside her.  I loop my arms between her thighs and around her ass.  As I pull her toward me I feel her mouth sliding over my dick.  I moan.  It feels good.

 

Sarah lowers herself against my mouth.  I spread her open.  Her pussy is so pink and wet.  I begin to kiss it.  Not her clit – not yet – I kiss around the edges of her pussy itself.  Running my tongue along the sides, dipping it into her to have a taste.  She is licking me now, kissing and licking around the edge of my head.  I could do this all night but I don’t think either of us will last that long.

 

I reach up with my tongue and lick around her asshole.  Her body tenses up for a moment as I push against it with the tip of my tongue.  I kiss and lick my way back down the length of her pussy, finally coming to her clips.  I begin to kiss it with my lips – small closed mouth pecks.  Sarah’s legs are trembling as I begin to rub her clit with my tongue.  She is taking me all the way into her mouth now, bobbing her head and sucking and squeezing my balls.  Her pussy is glistening as I slide a finger into it.

 

She begins to jerk her body faster against my face.  My left arm is around her hips, pulling her against me.  Sarah’s knees slide back and her weight is pressed against my mouth.  Her hips and ass are pounding up and down against my face.  Two fingers of my right hand are insider her.  Her rocking hips and pressing her tight against my face making it hard for me to breathe.  I don’t care.  I am flicking her clit as fast and hard as I can now, sliding my fingers in and out of her as fast and hard as I can, rubbing the inside of her every way I can think of.

 

Sarah is moaning around my cock.  I’m lifting my hips to get it deeper into her mouth.  Her pussy is really flowing now and rather than pounding against me she is just grinding herself against me face.  She stops sucking and begins breathing hard through her nose.  Her thighs lock around my head and her pussy trembles against my face.  I can feel her squeezing against my fingers as she begins to cum.  I pull my fingers out of her, put my hand on her hips and lift her off me.  “I want to cum with you,” I tell her.

 

She swings her body around, her legs straddle my hips.  In a moment I am inside her wet and swollen pussy.  She leans forward over me, her breast rubbing against my chest, her dark hair falling and forming a curtain around our faces.  She leans over me and we kiss as our bodies move together.  She is cumming and making tiny squeals as we screw.  I am getting closer to cumming myself.

 

I kiss down her throat and she leans up letting me at her breasts.  I let them sway against my beard.  I push up hard, she pushes down hard.  I’m groaning, she’s gasping.  Soon, I begin pumping cum up into her body.  She collapses onto me, her arms around my head.  My arms are around her back.  We stay together like this, enjoying the sensations of our own and each other’s orgasms and our bodies.

 

Still connected, we roll to one side.  I pull the comforter over us and we stay in each other’s arms and sleep.  As I drift off, I think of Sarah again, not as some remote fantasy but as a wonderful flesh and blood person here in my arms.

Sex in a restaurant bathroom

It’s busy tonight.  Most of our tables are full.  My section is totally full.  I love it for the tips but hate it for how busy it gets.  A girl and a guy are seated.  I’ll be honest, one of the things I like about my job is that I can stare – totally unabashedly – at women.  I can tell them they look good, examine them carefully with my eyes, imagining the whole time what it would be like to be with them.

 

Try doing that yourself.  Try staring intently into a strangers face.  Try nodding and smiling while you consider every detail of their eyes and nose and lips and hair and skin and teeth.  In most cases you will be slapped or arrested.  In my case, it is considered to be attentive and gets me more money.  Sometimes I love my life.

 

This couple sits.  I will be honest, men are vague shadows to me, I see them but they don’t really register.  It is the women I am interested in and the woman that sits now is exceptional.  She is probably 26 years old.  Her hair is a golden color, long over her shoulders and down her back.  Her face is pretty – high cheeks, nice lips and amazing eyes.  In the light, I can’t see the color but I can see they are big and bold and beautiful.

 

Her body is something.  Her tits mean business, bursting out the top of her shirt.  They’re big and as I watch them move as she shifts in her chair I wonder how it would be to have my dick between them.   I imagine it would be great.  Her black shirt, with its deep v-neck and long sleeves, clings to her body.  She has on a short gray skirt and expensive looking black heels.  She’s wearing black tights and as she sat I thought I could see a flash of white thigh at the top.

 

When they are settled, I walk to their table for drinks.  Smiling, I welcome them, describe the specials and take their drink orders.  In my mind, she is on her knees with my dick in her mouth.  I smile to myself as I think about it and feel my dick getting hard.

 

Throughout their meal, my eyes are all over her.  I want to see what she’s wearing under her skirt.  I want to feel the warm skin of her thighs and run my fingertips along her pussy lips.  I want to feel and taste her mouth with mine.  I imagine what it would be like to bring one of her big tits to my mouth, to feel her nipple getting hard against my tongue.

 

All night I am there, checking in with them, making sure everything is alright.  When I lean over pour some wide, I rest my hand on her back.  I can feel her press back gently against my hand.  Toward the end of the meal, her date excuses himself.  I am at the table in a heart beat and lean close to her ear.

 

“I’ve been thinking about you since you walked in,” I tell her, “and I want to be inside you.”  I can see her skin flushing, red spreading across her chest, up her throat and to her cheeks.  I press myself into her back and she presses back against me.  “Meet me in the ladies room in five minutes.”  Her date is walking back.  She nods but says nothing.

 

I ask if they would like to see a desert menu.  She says yes and I walk off to get them.  I bring them to the table and step away.  I watch her chatting with her date, totally distracted, and checking the time on her phone every few seconds.  Time seems to have stopped and my heart is pounding as I wait.  Finally, she takes the napkin from her lap, folds it carefully, and excuses herself.

 

In a flash I am behind her, following her into the bathroom.  She walks straight into the furthest stall and I join her, closing the door behind us.  Without any words, we are in each other’s arms, our lips together, the sweet subtle taste of her lipstick in my mouth.  My hands are on her waist.  It’s slender and flares into her full round hips and ass.

 

I slide my hands under her skirt and feel the cool skin of her ass.  It fills my hands as I squeeze and knead it.  Our tongues meet and touch.  In the light of the stall I see her eyes are light green and beautiful.  My hands on her hips again, I turn her to face away from me.  “Bend over,” I whisper.  I lift her skirt, exposing the white skin of her ass.

 

She’s wearing a thin black thong and black thigh high stockings.  Her ass is so fucking inviting.  I pull her thong to one side.  Her pussy is bare and there’s a hint of wet on the edge of her lips.  I run my fingers along her pussy, spreading it open and sliding one than two fingers into her.  She is pushing herself back against my hand.  My dick is ready to rip through my pants if I don’t do something soon.

 

Her fingers are between her legs, fluttering on her clit, as I undo my pants and pull out my dick.  I rub it up and down along her, spreading her again with my fingers.  I push my head against the her opening and begin to slide myself inside.  Just as I begin to go into her, the door opens and someone walks in.  For a second we both freeze.  Neither of us can wait though and soon I slide all of the way into her.

 

She sighs as I do.  Her pussy is warm, wet and tight.  It holds me as I slide in and out of her, softly and slowly at first – trying to stay quiet.  We begin to fuck harder though, unable to control ourselves.  She groans then gasps as I push deep into her hard.  The toilet nearby flushes.  The other woman’s shoes tap on the floor as she walks to the sink.  Her steps are hesitant as she registers the soft sounds from our stall.

 

My hands are around her hips and waist pulling and pushing her on my cock.  It’s so deep inside her, so wrapped in the warm skin of her, so wet with her.  The sink runs and stops, slow footsteps make their way to the door and we hear it bang shut.  All abandon is gone now and we fuck fast and deep and hard.  She puts one foot on the edge of the toilet, spreading herself wider for me.

 

We both realize we don’t have forever and I push myself as deep into her as I can reach.  I reach around her body and squeeze her tits.  We are both panting and I slide in and out of her faster and faster.  She is pressing against me as well.  Soon, I can’t hold back, I tell her I am going to cum.  She tells me to cum inside her.  With just a few more thrusts, I feel the cum flowing out of me and into her.  She makes a little yelp as I cum.  

 

For a few seconds, we both stay still.  She pulls way from me and turns around, pulling her thong back into place as she does.  I reach around her and smooth down the back of her skirt.  She reaches up and takes my face in her hands and kisses me again, hard, rubbing her lips across mine.  My dick is still out, pressed against the front of her skirt.  My arms are around her, holding her tight as we kiss.

 

We pull apart.  I put myself away.  We step out of the stall and I straighten myself out in the mirror.  A trace of her lipstick is on my mouth.  I decide to leave it alone.  She dabs her mouth and applies fresh lipstick.  She walks out of the bathroom first.  As she does, I see a faint dribble of cum running down the inside of her thigh. 

 

I follow a few moments after.  I went to their table.  “Have you decided on deserts,” I ask, looking straight and intently into her eyes.  She eyes the menu and says she needs more time.  I ask her date.  He looks at her and smiles.  “Nothing,” he says.  He smirks at her and says, “we’ll have desert at home.”  She smiles, her lips tight as she looks at me with a twinkle in her eye.

 

Soon, he pays the bill and the get up and leave.  I see a wet spot on her chair and I quickly wipe it with a napkin.  I also see her bag on the floor.  A moment later she comes back to the table, retrieves her bag and kisses me softly on the cheek.  “Be sure to come again,” I tell her.  She turns, walks out, turns back, blows me one more kiss and then leaves.

 

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.

Surprise fuck with Sarah

 

At first the sound is part of my dream.  A quiet rapping.  The sound gets stronger though and soon it’s loud enough to wake me up.  The room is dark.  Lights from the street filter up through the curtains of my room.  The sound is someone knocking on my door.  I look at the clock: 2:56.  

 

I get out of bed and search for a robe, making my way to the door.  Who would be banging on a hotel door at 3:00 in the morning?  It’s probably some poor drunk bastard who can’t find his key and forgot his room number.  Probably stayed in the room at another hotel in another city and they’ve all just blended together.

 

Looking through the peephole I see Sarah.  Blood flows to my dick.

 

I unlock the door to let her in.  “I thought you’d left,” I say as she comes into the room.  “I thought so too,” she says, “but things change.”  I close and lock the door.  Sarah is wearing a black tank top, black jeans and boots.  She’s wearing a brown belted leather jacket.  I let me robe fall open.  My dick is hard.

 

We step together into each others arms.  Our lips are together, pressing and sliding.  The hair around my mouth tickles Sarah’s lips and face and she laughs a little.  Soon her tongue is pressed into my mouth.  It’s warm and has a life of its own as it pushes around.  I slide her jacket off, letting it fall to the floor behind her.

 

She reaches down and strokes my dick once or twice and begins to lower herself to the floor.  “No,” I say, lifting her up, “I don’t just want another blow job.  Come to bed.”  I lead Sarah to the bed and help her undress.  I scoot behind her on the bed and lift her tank top over her head.  I lean against her, pressing my chest against her warm smooth back and whisper in her ear.

 

I tell her how badly I want to fuck her, to be deep insider her.  To feel the walls of her pussy holding me tight.  To have her thighs around my sides.  To have her breasts in my mouth, rising and falling as she breathes and we screw.  As I tell Sarah these things, I can feel her breath change as she gets excited.

 

I push her hair to the side and kiss down her neck – small soft kisses, kisses I would love to cover her entire body with.  She presses back against me and arches back her neck.  My tongue finds that small spot she has told me about and I can feel her body tighten as I play with it with my mouth.  She gasps.

 

Sarah reaches back between us and undoes her bra.  I help slide it off, cupping her breasts in my hands.  “Let me see you suck your nipple,” I say, and Sarah lifts a breast to her mouth.  “This isn’t easy,” she tells me, as she stretches her tongue toward her round, pink hard nipple.  I kneel higher, my dick pressed against her back, and lean over her shoulder.

 

My tongue touches hers and we lick her nipple together.  The idea and sensation are stunning.  I want Sarah so badly I can barely stand it.  I tell her this and she drops her hands to undo her pants.  I am still holding her breasts, rolling her nipples in my fingers, kissing her cheek and listening to her breathe.

 

She hops up, just enough, to slide her pants down past the edge of the bed.  Immediately her hands drop to her lap and she rubs herself.  “I’m so wet,” she says, pulling her fingers out to show me.  I reach for her wrist and pull her hand to my mouth.  I suck her wet from her fingers.  I love the taste.

 

I whisper in her ear that I want to kiss her pussy.  Sarah leans back against me and pivots on the bed, pushing her pants off as she lies down.  In the light of the street, laying there naked and excited and ready, she is a wonder to me.  Her skin is pale and a blend of light and shadow.  Her breasts are big and soft and smooth, with small tight nipples.

 

Her head is back, her eyes half closed and her lips – her beautiful lips – a slightly parted, her breath passing gently through them.  I lean over her and kiss her mouth.  I could kiss her forever.  Her hands are between her legs, rubbing and pressing.  I move down her body, letting the hair of my beard brush her throat, between her breasts and across her stomach as I make my way down to her pussy.

 

Sarah holds it open for me.  In the dim light, her pale skin and dark hair create a contrast around her pink pussy.  I start kissing along her left lip – barely letting my mouth touch her.  She twists on the bed – I lick along between her lips, softly sucking her wet.  She moans a little and then giggles when my tongue touches her on the side of her clit.

 

She is lifting her hips to my mouth and is fumbling with her bag, looking for something.  I hear the faint hum of a vibrator get louder as she moves it to her clit.  “Do you mind?,” she asks.  I don’t mind at all.  I swirl my tongue around her clit as she does the same with her vibrator.  Two fingers are in her keeping rhythm with the way she is moving her body.

 

We do this for what feels like ages.  I love having my mouth pasted against a woman and seeing and feeling her excitement grow.  Sarah is groaning and flicking her hips and pussy against my face.  One hand is rolling the vibrator and the other is pushing my face into her.  Her wet is covering my beard and lips.

 

Suddenly, her movement and breathing change.  They’re no longer soft and fluid, both are hard and sudden.  She tells me she is going to cum.  She says – somewhere between a bark and a whisper – she wants me inside her.  My dick is hard and ready.  I move up her body, stopping to kiss her breasts.  She says “no” and pulls me to her face.  

 

One of her hands is sliding me into her while the other keeps the vibrator on her clit.  Her mouth is pressed onto my face, sucking her wetness off me.  I stroke hard a few times – it pushes Sarah up the bed.  I brace my hands on the wall over the bed and push hard again.  Then I slow down.

 

I hold Sarah’s head in my hands and kiss her face.  I pull out until just my head is resting in the opening of her pussy.  I start to slide it deep into her as slowly as we can both stand.  Her voice is just a long low grown, punctuated by grunts as I push in harder from time to time.  I am kissing her ear.  Telling her I am ready to cum and that I am going to cum deep inside her.

 

Sarah spreads her legs further, spreading her pussy wide open under me.  She tells me to do it hard now.  Her hands are on her calves pulling them apart and toward her.  I fuck her as hard as I can.  Only a few strokes like this and I cum.  I can feel her hot pussy squeezing and getting wetter and warmer with my cum.

 

A tired, satisfied smile spreads across Sarah’s face.  I suck at her lips and brush her cheeks and forehead with my hand.  Her arms wrap around me and hold me close.  “There’s no place else I would rather be in the world,” she whispers under me.  I tell her I feel the same and we kiss again and again.