I want to eat you from behind while you cum and then fuck you hard

I want you on your belly with your ass in the air. I want to watch you rub your cunt for me. I want to see you spread it with your fingers and rub along your lips to get it nice and wet. I want to see you tremble a little as you get more and more excited. I want you to put your fingers in your pussy and fuck yourself with your hand. I want to hear the wet slurping noise it would make.

While you’re doing that I get on my knees behind you. My balls rest on the wrinkled skin of your soles. I wipe my hand along your cunt to get it wet and then wrap it around my cock and start pumping myself while watching your left hand go in and out, in and out while your right fingers twist and push against your clit. I love to see you like this, with your right cheek on the bed, eyes closed, breathing heavy.

Wet and almost dripping, I want to taste you like that. I lean forward with my cock still in my right hand and put my left hand on your left ass cheek and push you open. I see your asshole stretch as I bring my mouth to it, licking it all over and feeling your wriggle under my kisses. I let my tongue work its way into you – pushing against your tight ring of muscle. I move my head hard and fast – keeping my tongue in you – working you with the weight of my upper body pushing it deep into your ass.

I feel the back of your left hand against my throat as your work yourself faster. As you fuck yourself faster. As you get more and more excited by the feeling of my tongue fucking your asshole, my balls resting on your soles, my left hand pushing and moving your ass, your fingers sliding in and out of your set pussy, your fingers rubbing your clit.

I pull my face away to look at the wet between your legs – streaking and dripping with my spit and your cunt mess. I slap your cunt to let you know it’s next. I lean down again and lick around your asshole again and then move my mouth down toward your quivering pussy. It’s contracting, your muscles push against your hand.

My heart pounds as my mouth moves to your cunt: excited, wet, swollen lips. I pull out your hand and slap you again. My mouth is down close. I smell you. I want to taste you and eat you and make you cum with my mouth and lips and tongue. I whisper this loud enough for you to hear. I hear your soft voice moan my tongue enters you.

Immediately I feel a spasm against me. The taste, texture, temperature and sensation of licking and pushing into you with my tongue makes me groan. I lean back to look at you there on the bed – spread and aching and exciting and shaking and moaning. I wipe you with my right hand to wet it for my cock. I go back to stroking it and slide the fingers of my left hand into you and begin pushing in hard and deep – virtually my whole hand disappears in you. You rock hard against my hand trying to get my fingers deeper into your sopping pussy.

As I fuck you with my hand I give your asshole my tongue again. That’s the last spark. You collapse onto the bed and grind, grind against your frigging fingers, grind against my pushing hand. I drop to my belly, pull my hand from you, spread you now with both hands and press my face against your jerking cunt. You gasp as I tongue and suck you. I feel you pressing against me, your pussy going up and down fast, fast against my face.

A sharp shriek, a fresh flow of wet and a faster movement of your hips lets me know your cumming. Cumming for me. Cumming into my mouth as I suck and lick and fuck you with my tongue. I suck and lick and fuck and suck your cunt. It’s spasming against me, flooding my face with juice for me to lick and suck and swallow. Your face is pressed into the bed. You’re screaming now. I won’t stop eating you. I want to keep you cumming as long as I can.

You struggle a bit but my hands hold your hips down as my mouth keeps working you. I can feel your fingers still pressing your clit. Your legs are stiff as boards – making little jerks and twitches as your body is wracked by your orgasm. My mouth is kissing you hard and fast – sucking and licking you deep inside. It’s driving you wild. It’s driving me wild. I want you. I want to give you my cock now. I want to feel your pussy grab it and hold it while I fuck you hard. Fuck you hard against the bed.

I pull my face away and hear you moaning loud. Your pussy is red and swollen and moving – aching for something to fill it. I am on my knees and give my cock a stroke. My left hand is on your back. My right pressing the tip of my dick against your waiting cunt. I push deep into you with a single hard thrust. I hear your scream into the bed again. I fuck you hard. Your feet are waving and smacking against the bed. We fuck for as long as I can stand – which isn’t long.

With a loud groan I let loose and let my cum burst into you. Your body convulses under me as I drain myself deep inside you. My body trembles, my heart pounds, I can barely breathe. I pull out and collapse backwards. I watch as my cum dribbles out of your pussy and onto your fingers – still pressed tightly against your clit. Your body shakes as waves of orgasm continue to pass through you.

I reach between your legs and scoop the mess from your pussy. “Look at me,” I say. You turn your head to let me see your face -red and with the imprint of the sheets on your skin. You’re panting. “Open your mouth,” I tell you, “I want to feed you.” Your eyes are still closed but your mouth opens and your tongue comes out. I move beside you and put my palm to your mouth. You suck and lick the wet mess and cum from my hand. I put my dick there now and you kiss and clean it for me. It feels so good to have you suck the last drops of my cum from my spent cock.

I move to lie beside you and cradle you  in my arms. We sleep.

Art Adventure Fuck

Fall is in the air. Cool days are giving way to crisp nights. Yesterday we talked on the phone and made a plan for an “artistic adventure” fuck. We were so conspiratorial about the whole thing. It made my day. Now I am wandering through the galleries of the Musee Des Beaux Arts and checking the time on my phone every few minutes, waiting to move to our rendezvous point.

I’m wearing loose-fitting jeans and have gone commando as agreed. Just thinking about what’s next has me excited. I can’t wait to see you and feel you and fuck you. Doing it in the open as we’ve planned has my heart racing and head spinning.

It is just after 11:00. The doors opened only a few minutes ago. I have less than 20 minutes to look inconspicuous and reach my destination. I amble anxiously from gallery to gallery. I see nothing. Thoughts of you are all that fill my mind. It’s 11:17. Six minutes until we meet. I make my way to level three.

I see you ahead of me but try not to rush. It was just the back of your long black jacket with your blonde hair flowing over the collar and shoulders. My heart pounds as I enter the exhibit on Napoleon. As I pause to look at the statue of Josephine I watch as you walk through the empty next room and into the final space of the gallery to wait.

It’s early still so most other visitors are still on the lower levels or heading to the Tom Wesselmann exhibit set to close in October. I walk through the next room and think I can smell you in the air. Your leaning against the window in the final room smiling at me but gently, without a clear look of recognition. You’re very good at this cloak and dagger stuff.

I am in the final room and take a micro-moment to admire the marble bust of Napoleon that dominates the room. I take more than a few minutes to admire you. You’ve followed our plans to a T. Your black turtleneck is tight and follows the curves of your breasts perfectly. The hem of your red plaid skirt falls modestly just above your knees and your knee high high heel boots fit your calves snuggly. Your black jacket reaches just below the top of your boots. You look so inviting.

For all the wonder of your outfit (and what lies beneath it) it’s your face that captivates me. Framed by your wavy blonde hair, it beckons me. Your brown eyes smile at me from beneath your shapely eyebrows. Your lovely nose and perfect lips complete the picture, filling the narrow shape of your face. You’re smiling at me, beaming.

Now you stand beside me, pressing your body slightly against mine. “Was the devil in the details?,” you whisper. Confused, I look at you, “what?” “I was trying a code.” I stifle a laugh and brush your hand with mind. “Was there anyone behind you?,” you ask. “No, the coast was clear,” I say. We walk innocently to a bench along a window overlooking Rue Sherbrooke.

I sit and you stand in front of me, facing away, as I quickly undo my belt and unbutton my pants. My dick is already getting hard as I imagine being inside you. You look over your shoulder and smile. “Looks go good,” you say as your spread the tails of your jacket and lower yourself to me. As you do you hike up the back of your skirt. I can see the pale skin of your ass. I love it. Your fingers wrap around my dick and press the tip against your pussy lips.

You sigh as you stroke my head back and forth along your slit. I can feel your wet seeping out onto me as you do. With one hand holding my cock, you use the other to spread yourself and then ease down onto me slowly, moaning as my cock slides into your tight cunt.

I love the feeling of the slick walls of your pussy around my dick: warm and soft and strong. You gently rock your hips on me and squeeze me. You do it so well, clenching and unclenching the muscles deep inside you to massage me. We both look anxiously through the galleries to see if anyone is approaching. There’s no one.

I wrap my arms around you and slip my right hand between your legs to touch you and me left under your shirt to play with your tits. My fingertips are inside the right cup of your bra, squeezing your breast and nipple. “Faster,” I whisper, “fuck me faster before anyone sees us.”

You respond by moving on me more quickly, rolling and twisting your hips as I rock myself in and out of you. I clench your breast, bury my face in your hair and begin to cum. You sigh long and low as I empty my balls deep inside you. Your body relaxes down around me. We sit like this for a few seconds before we hear faint voices coming from a few rooms away.

As you stand and pull the hem of your skirt back down I tuck my slick dick back into my pants and close them up. I stand beside you. We both have dopy smiles on our faces and we kiss, take each other’s hands and walk back through the exhibit. As we step onto the escalator I hear your whisper “fuck” under your breath. “What’s the problem?,” I ask. “You’re dripping out of me,” you explain.

I look and see a thin stream of your wet and my cum, mixed together, moving along the inside of your knee and down your boot. “That’s so fucking hot,” I tell you as we walk out onto the late morning street.

Fucking your feet

As I walk into your living room the first thing I see are your bare legs and feet resting on the coffee table. They’re so beautiful it takes my breath away and I stop in my tracks to admire them and enjoy the feeling of my dick getting hard, pressing against my pants.

Your legs and feet are pale. Your heels and soles are splotched pink and your pedicure is dark, almost black, getting ready for the fall. The contrast of the polish and your skin is striking. Your feet are compact. Not small necessarily but certainly not long and thin. I suppose they’re round in a way. But you know what I mean. Your toes are beautifully full and plump – perfect for sucking.

“Hello?,” you call, looking over your shoulder at me, “are you going to say anything or are you just going to stand there all day?” Your voice calls me back.

“Yeah,” I say, “I really want to fuck your feet. They look dynamite today.” Your blush and close your book.  “I see,” you smirk, “and what makes you think that’s something I might let you do.” The edge in your voice, and the way you’re starting to stretch and point your toes, arch your soles (and  your eyebrow) tell me we’re about to have some fun.

“It’s Wednesday,” I say, “and I’ve decided that means my wish is your command.” That makes you laugh. A good sign. “Well,” you sigh, “that’s not exactly my understanding of Wednesday; but if you’re willing to pamper the a bit I suppose you can touch them with your cock.” For a half a second I swoon, hearing you talk that way while continuing to show off your feet and toes is almost too much. “Go and get some oil and a towel. Quickly, before I change my mind.”

I drop my bags and go into the kitchen. I grab the first oil I see, a bottle of olive oil, and a hand towel by the sink. “Not a hand towel,” you call, not having seen but knowing me well, “get a proper one from the bathroom.” When I return to the living room, you’re naked. The soles of your feet are together and your knees are apart. Both your hands are between your legs, spreading and massaging your pussy.

“You say your wish is to fuck my feet and I’ve decided to grant it. Too bad,” you say with a little shutter as you push three fingers into your cunt, “my pussy is good for fucking too. Another time I suppose.”

My cock is throbbing and I begin to undo my pants. “What do you think you’re doing?,” you ask, quickly pulling your feet from the table and crossing your legs. “Do you plan on just pulling it out and wanking off on me? I said ‘pamper’ and that’s what I meant.”

My heart is pounding. “Right,” I tell you, “pamper, I can do that.”

“I know you can,” you coo, “lets try staring over, shall we?”

You tell me to spread the towel on the coffee table. When I have you stretch your legs out again and resume rubbing yourself. I take a seat on the table, spreading my legs with your feet in the V of my crotch. I pick up your right foot and begin to massage it gently, kneading your sole with my thumbs. Your skin turns pale and pink as the pressure comes and goes. I rub your heel and make my way now toward your toes.

You smile at me. Your nipples are tight and your fingers in your pussy are making a wet and dirty sound. “You’re doing very well,” you say in a quiet breathy voice, “keep going and you’ll win today’s prize.” The fingers of your left hand work in and out while the fingers of your right press and twist on your clit. Watching you get excited only increases my own excitement. It’s hard to stay focused but I do.

I bring your right foot to my face and softly kiss the bottom of your heel. As I move along your sole the skin feels so soft on my lips and tongue and face. You close your eyes and rest your head on the back of the couch. “That’s good,” you murmur and my mouth reaches the ball of your foot. I let my tongue slide across the bottoms of your toes and your curl and press them into my face. I kiss the tips of each toe, bringing them briefly into my mouth and caressing them with my tongue.

You stretch and spread them for me to lick and kiss. Your toes are so tender and feet so petite that I am able to put them all in my mouth at once. It makes you giggle. I feel your left foot now pressing on my dick. Rubbing me through my pants. Your eyes are still closed and your hands are moving faster. I can see the beginning of flush through the pale pretty skin of your chest. I know it will rise, like the red of a termometer, until it reaches your throat and cheeks. I know the flush will turn into blotches by the time you cum. I love being able to watch your excitement grow and glow so visibly.

I put your right foot into my crotch and pick up your left. I cover it with the same caresses and kisses but pay special attention the the tattoo on the top of you foot, kissing and licking the flower you got there years ago. I also let my tongue trace the circle of the ring you wear on your second toe.

Now I can see you’re very excited. Your lips are drawn and your breathing hard through your nose. You’re in your own world at this point I rest your feet on my chest and undo my pants and pull my cock out. Your eyes are slits as you watch what I’m doing. You smile and give me a tiny nod. I press your feet together with my dick between them. They’re wet from my kisses. I slide myself between them, feeling the soft wrinkles of your soles caressing me.

You arch your back, the flush bright red on your throat, three fingers banging in and out of you, glistening with the wet from inside you. I dribble some oil on the skin of my cock and your feet and fuck them faster. Squeezing them tightly together. Working myself between them with more urgency.

You snap. A long, slow, soft moan escapes and your body clenches and trembles in orgasm. Your hands are still but not relaxed. They’re tense, maintaining just the right pressure in just the right places for you to keep cumming. The sight of you like this, the feeling of your feet on my cock, push me over the top. I move your feet and my dick in rhythm until a jet of cum sprays out of me and across the top of your right foot.

I groan and jerk my cock onto the toes of your right foot while your gently prod my balls with your left. In moments I am empty and panting. You’re eyes are open, your face glowing. “I love seeing you cum,” you say softly. “I love cumming,” I say, my own voice faint and hoarse. You smile and reach for your right ankle. Twisting and stretching your bring your foot to your mouth and lick and suck it clean of my cum. The sight of you doing that turns me on so much that I have to taste you too.

I drop to my knees on the floor and press my face against your hot wet cunt and kiss is hard and deep. Your body bucks against my face and your legs are suddenly over my shoulders pushing me toward you. I put my fingers in and stroke. You tense up and scream, writhing against me. After a few moments your hands are on my head pushing me away.

“Enough,” you pant, “enough.” I sit beside you on the couch and we kiss. Your legs resting again on the towel on the table. My dick limp hanging from my pants. We lean our heads together and enjoy the closeness and quiet of the moment.

Cum Play – Sauna Fuck

This meeting is boring as hell. I look around the room for distraction. Distraction in the form of you sitting across from me. Distraction in the form of imagining fucking your brains out. I pull out my phone and begin to type:

“So fucking bored”

Your phone vibrates on the table. You snatch it up and read my text. The voice on the speakerphone continues to drone. Colleagues continue taking notes. You type.

“I know. So boring.”

“Know what id like?”

“What would you like?”

“A sauna. I’d like to fuck on in a sauna right now.”

You smirk at your screen and look up at me.

“Only one problem. No sauna.”

“Not a problem. Health club down on three.”

“There’s a health club on three?”

“Yep, no one goes in.”

“And it has a sauna?”

“Yep, two, one on each side.”

“If you can get us out of here I’m in.”

I look at my phone. It’s 3:53.

“Guys,” I announce to the room, “R. and I have a hard stop at 4:00. Client call. That OK?” Murmurs of ascent and we depart.

“Drop your shit and meet me by the elevators,” I tell you. A few minutes later we’re on the third floor. I wave my fob and the door unlocks. “Wait here,” I say as I step into the locker room. Leaning out the door: “the coast is clear, come on it.”

You come into the locker room and look around as though it were a foreign land. “Come on, come on,” I say, “lets get moving.” I lead you through the showers to a heavy wooden door with a small glass pane. “This is it,” I tell you, “lets go in.” You begin to undress. “No, no,” I say, “lets play a little game in there.” You look at me quizzically but follow me in fully dressed. I like what you’re wearing today. A cute short floral print skirt, a black scoop neck shirt with short sleeves and little ballet flats. “Don’t worry, it will all come off soon enough.”

The room is warm but not hot. I fuck with the controls to get it working. “Here’s how it’s going to work,” I explain, “we’re going to start slow and see who can last the longest. I mean in the heat. Who can keep their clothes on the longest. Like strip poker or something.” You laugh and come close to me. We kiss. The temperature is staring to rise.

The room is small and smells of ceder. Short benches run along three walls. As we kiss I can feel sweat starting to form on my face. You face is flushed from the growing heat. “This is silly,” I tell you, “I’m going to at least take off my socks and shoes.” You ask if that means I’ve lost. I tell you “no” and toss them out into the locker room. A cool blast of air rushes in as I do. “That was a mistake,” I admit. We continue to kiss as the temperature mounts.

I can taste sweat on your face as we kiss. The hot air envelops us. My hands go under your skirt and squeeze your ass. You wrap your arms around me tight. Pulling me close and hard against you. You step out of your little shoes. Your feet are pale and pink on the floor. They always turn me on. “Sit down,” I tell you, “and open your legs.” You sit on one of the benches. I stand between your legs and reach for your right one and lift it, moving my hands from your thigh to your knee to your calf to your ankle to your foot, bringing it to my mouth.

You giggle as I kiss your sole and caress your round calf. I put your toes in my mouth and suck them. You wiggle them and giggle more. I lick your wrinkles sole. You smile and sigh and smile some more. You lift your other foot and I kiss them both, holding your ankles together. My dick is raging in my pants.

You lean forward and pull your shirt up over your head. Your body glistens with sweat. Your simple black bra provides a stark contrast to the pale skin of your breasts swelling from it. I drop your legs and lean down and in to kiss your chest and stomach. Your sweat tastes delicious. I gently pull the straps of your bra over your shoulders and you pull your arms up and through them. I pull the cups down and reach for your pale breasts with their sweet pink nipples.

They’re so soft. I love squeezing and caressing them. Squeezing and holding them. Beads of sweat are between them. I lean down again and lick them up. You’re starting the breathe harder in the hot close space of the room. I step back. “My turn,” I say, and struggle to pull off my shirt. You watch me languidly, absentmindedly playing with your right nipple. You stand, unsteadily, and turn your head to kiss my left nipple.

Your tongue on the there makes me crazy. Sometimes I think I could cum just from that, the way you lick and kiss and suck on it. I reach behind you and unclasp your bra, tossing it to the floor. As you move to my right side I reach beneath you and swat playfully at your swaying breasts. You give my right nipple a little bite that makes me moan. Your tongue is hard at it again, prodding at my nipple.

I reach down and pull up your skirt. Your panties are black, covered with tiny colorful flowers. You stand and push your skirt down over your hips and let it slide to the floor. Now you stand facing me, wearing only your panties. Your dark blonde hair sticking to your face. “What now?,” your eyes seem to ask. I undo my belt and take off my pants and boxers. My swollen cock, heavy, bobs and sways between my legs.

“Suck it a little, will you?”

You get on your knees and bring my heavy cock to your mouth. You kiss the tip and then work your way with kisses along its length. You hold it with your left hand, stroking it and kissing it but not sucking it yet. Your right hand is between your legs, tucked inside your panties. “Come on, put it in your mouth,” I say. Instead you spit on it and stroke it along your cheek. “I think I won,” you say, “I still have my panties on.” You kiss it more. “Fine,” I say, “you win. Now suck it for me a little.”

“No,” you say. “I won. I get to make the rules now.” I’d argue but what’s the point? You’re on your knees in front of me rubbing my cock on your pretty face slick with sweat. I don’t see how I can complain. Next you stand and pull off  your panties. Totally naked, sweating, we embrace again and kiss. The air is hot and dry. “What I’d like as my first prize,” you tell me, “is for you to tongue fuck my ass.” I reach around ou to cup it in my hands and spread it your cheeks. “Sounds reasonable I guess, lie down.”

You stretch out on your belly along one of the benches. I kneel behind you and spread your ass again. Your asshole is pink and wrinkled. I lean down and kiss it for you. I feel your body tense. My tongue circles your hole, running along the edge. I’m on my stomach now, knees bent  and my feet against the wall beside the door. My arms reach beneath and around you, lifting your hips and making it easier to get my mouth against you.

You squirm as I push my tongue into your ass. The muscles are tight around me as I dip and push in and out of you, licking all over your little hole. “Oh fuck,” you moan, “oh that’s good. That feels good.” I let my tongue dip into your cunt to taste you there. It’s so hot and wet. I want to eat you out and make you cum with my mouth. “Roll over,” I say. You do.

I press my mouth against your pussy and push my tongue deep inside you. Licking. Licking. Licking your inside. Making you twist and pant in the heat. I stroke your clit with my tongue, broad and hard. Your whimpering a little. You’ll cum soon. I need to as well. My dick is pressed against the warm wood of the bench. Aching. “Put your fingers in me,” you moan, “put them in there.” I do. Stroking you inside while kissing and sucking and pulling on your clit with my mouth.

Your ass is moving up and down on the bench, trying to grind your cunt harder against my face. Your hands begin slapping at the hot wood as your body twists in the release of your climax. Your tremble under my mouth as I continue to eat you out and fuck you with my fingers. The heat and orgasm have left you limp and shaking. I stand and turn you over again.

Spreading your ass, I push the tip of my dick against your asshole. I feel your fingers moving between your legs to keep yourself cumming. I let a stream of spit fall from my mouth onto your asshole and my dick. Between the sweat and the sip I’m able to push my cock into your ass. You flinch for a moment. “Relax,” I tell you, “let your muscles relax.” In the heat of the sauna your ass lets me ease into you deeper. I push into you, my hands on the bench on either side of your waist.

You squeal as I pump your ass. Your fingers, I can feel them brushing my balls as your frig yourself. Your still cumming but your thrashing under me now as I move in and out of you faster, your tight ass gripping my sliding cock, your muscles are contracting around me, squeezing me. Sweat drips off my face as I fuck you. The feeling is electric. I can’t wait. My cock is pounding you, my balls are slapping against your wet cunt and moving fingers. I let go.

In as deep as I can be, I feel my cum filling you. Warm along my shaft inside you. I pump a few more times and drain myself into you. Dizzy. Breathless. Sweating. Head spinning. I pull out. Cum trickles out your ass and to your pussy. Your reach for it as it runs along your skin, massaging it into your sweaty cunt. I collapse on top of you. Breathing hard. Panting. Feeling you quiver under me. Both sweating and spent.

A few silent minutes pass. I roll off you and stand shakily. Your sit up. A dazed look on your sweet face, hair and makeup a mess. “Kiss me, will you?,” you ask. I reach down and pull you standing. Swaying, I take you in my arms. Your mouths meet lazily and our tongues touch softly. “Let’s get dressed,” I say, and we both reach for our hot crumpled clothes from around the small hot room.

Stepping back into the relative cool of the locker room we are weak in the knees. Neither of us says anything. I’m already relishing the memories of what we’ve just done – and imagining what might be next.

Cum Play: Driving

How long has it been since R. and I played? I think more than a year now. She got transfered and then laid off. Totally sucked for me (and her too). I can’t say I’ve even nearly forgotten her or the things we did together. She was so crazy and just loved it when I would cum for her. On her face, pussy, all over her tits, on her feet and ass and everywhere. I’d do it and then she’d rub it into her skin or suck it off her fingers or just let it run down her body. Always at work. Dirty, dirty, dirty.

This morning though she came back. I’m sitting at my desk working when there’s a knock on the door. I turn and see here at the door smiling brightly at me. She waves. “Hey,” she begins, “it’s been too too long.” I blush and get up. Walking toward her I extend my hand. She ignores that and steps close and wraps her arms around me. “Are you fucking kidding,” she whispers as she presses her body tight against mine.

Her hair is long and loose and smooth and it fills my face as she presses her head into me. Her face is tanned and she’s wearing a pale yellow tank, a long white skirt and flip flops. She doesn’t look nearly as put together as she did in the past but still beautiful beyond words. Her arms hold me tight and she lifts her face and gives me a kiss. Her mouth is cool and sweet and her tongue touches mine. We separate but she takes my hands.

Tilting her head she smiles at me. She seems almost breathless. “Oh my god I’ve missed what you did for me,” she says, “as soon as I made plans to come my pussy has been trembling. I’ve been making myself cum just thinking about you.” Like clockwork, her words make my dick hard. She reaches for it and strokes me through the fabric of my pants. “Do you want me to play with your cum again?,” she asks with a smile. My mouth dry I tell her yes.

Looping a finger around my belt she pulls me close again. “I’m glad. I have something special in mind for you – for us. Follow me.” She lets go of my belt and walks out of the office. I follow – looking over my shoulder to think if there’s anything that I needed to do. Looking at her swaying ass and bare legs and feet I realize that nothing matters.

We walk to the parking lot. “It’s a rental,” she says as we approach a sweet looking Saab convertible. She presses the key and the alarm chips off. “Get in,” she says, “I want you to drive.” I get into the car and she slides into the passenger seat beside me. “Lets put down the roof,” she suggests. The day is gorgeous and in no time we are driving. Distracted, she looks out the window. “Someplace less crowded – way less crowded,” she says as we wind through traffic.

We get onto the freeway. It’s the middle of the afternoon and we’re heading out of the city. “Much better,” she smiles as she pulls her skirt up. Her panties are tight and purple. She begins stroking herself through them. “You remember how I said I cum loud?,” she asked, “do you want to hear me cum? Do you want to hear me cum loud for you.” I look at her, smile and tell her yes.

I begin to signal for an exit. “No,” she say, “keep driving.” I stay on the highway and we go. She faces me and pulls down the front of her shirt. Her hands massage and pinch and stretch her breasts – twisting her nipples until they stand and then sucking them. Keeping my eyes on the road is getting impossible. She’s breathing through her mouth and watching the world through narrowed eyes.

“Maybe it would be safer if I was closer to you,” she suggests. Her hand is back between her legs rubbing. The crotch of her panties is wet. She pulls them to the side and dips her fingers insider herself. She takes them out shiny and offers them to me. “Taste me,” she says, “taste my pussy for me.” I suck and suck and suck them till there’s no taste left at all. She’s rubbing herself with her other hand as I do.

She begins to twist and turn toward me in her seat and unfastens her seat belt. “What are you doing,” I stammer, trying to keep my eyes on the road as she turns toward me and begins to straddle the center console. I watch, in stunned silence, as she spreads her pussy and lowers herself onto the stick shift – holding her skirt under her arm against her bare chest.

With the shift fully inside her she finishes her turn – putting on knee between my legs and the other on her now-empty seat. Her right hand is on my shoulder and she begins to grinds herself down. “We’re not stopping till I’m done,” she grunts, biting her lip and pushing herself down hard. I reach down and pull myself out, brushing her leg as I do. I can feel how taut her muscles are and I rub my cock on her bare thigh.

Her face in on my shoulder and a hand is between her leg – working her clit. I look down and see the sweet wrinkled sole of her foot. She is shouting – screaming. Her body twitches and spasms on the shift as we drive. No words, just the sound of an animal as she smashes her naked cunt against the car. Her right arm is around my head – pulling it tight to hers – using it as an anchor as she cums.

“Oh god fuck me,” she breathes into my ear, “fuck me, fuck me now.” She begins to struggle, trying to move closer. “I need to pull over,” I grunt as she presses her face against mine and kisses me through hot panting breaths. I reach between her legs and am able to grasp part of the shaft – now wet – still inside her.

As I move the shift, she follows with her hips – chirping and moaning as we slow, grinding her pussy now down on my hand. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” she yells as we roll to a stop on the shoulder. Cars are passing as she pulls herself off the shift. I can hear the sucking should as it comes out. Her hand is between us – jamming me insider her. She is thrashing on me – throwing her body forward and back – screaming stilling – grinding down on my cock.

I can’t wait – I let myself go – let myself fill her jerking cunt with my cum. She is leaning back now, sobbing. Her face is a mess. Her legs are twisted in the small space of the drivers seat. It takes us moments to realize she is sounding the horn with her back. We begin to laugh and she leans forward. She has a hand on my shoulder now and another between her legs.

As she lifts off of me she cups her hand and lets the mess drip out into her palm. Heaving herself back into the passenger’s seat she uses two fingers to scoop the rest of the mess from her cunt to her hand. Leaning back in the seat, she takes my cum and across her face and through her hair. She’s streaked and wet and weak and still panting.

Licking her fingers, she smiles. “When we were apart,” she said, “I used to fantasize about you standing over me and jerking off and just covering me with your cum. I can’t tell you how many times I came imagining that.” She leans her seat back and closes her eyes. She is a wreck but so so beautiful. Catching my breath, I look at her and smile. “How long are you going to be around,” I ask. A smile crosses her lips – her eyes still closed – “I don’t know,” she begins, “that kind of depends on you.”

Her eyes open. We both smile and now laugh. “Let’s drive,” I say. “Let’s drive,” she repeats, and off we go.

Cum Play: Her Legs

I’ve been traveling myself for a while and have really missed playing with R.  Almost as soon as I started my system this morning I had an IM from her – just a smiley and “play later.”  I typed back “yes.  missed you,” but heard nothing back.  About 20 minutes later I got a meeting notice from her assistant.  In the main conference room in 30 minutes.  

 

When I got there R. was waiting.  Papers were spread out across the far side of the table and she waved me over to sit beside her.  As always, she looked wonderful.  Today she was wearing a light gray v-neck sweater that just gave a glimpse of her breasts, a mid-length black skirt, bare legs and open toe sling back heels.  Her hair was pulled back away from her face.

 

R. is always well put together.  Always a nice manicure, jewelry, simple make up.  She patted the chair next to her.  She was sitting slightly sideways, her legs curled up under her.  This made her pale calfs (at least the left one, closest to me) swell gently.  “I hate it when we travel,” she said with a smile, “it seems that one or the other of us is away too much.”

 

I told her I agreed as I sat down.  Just being this close to her made my dick start to swell.  “So,” she began with a laugh, “the purpose of this meeting . . .”  – she had a sly smile on her face – “the purpose of this meeting is for you to cum on my bare legs.”  My dick bulged more in my pants.

 

I looked at her and then at the door.  “Are you sure that’s a good idea?,” I asked, “last time we played we got caught.”  She got out of her chair and walked to the door.  Her legs and ass drove me wild.  “This time,” she said, locking the door, “we won’t be.”  She came back to the table and sat down.

 

R. scooted her chair closer to mine and slung her legs across my lap.  “And besides,” she went on, “getting caught was actually kind of fun – don’t you think?”  I had to agree with her – watching her share my cum with another woman had been a total turn on – but we were lucky, it could have been the end of both our careers.

 

She rubbed me with the backs of her calfs.  “Take it out,” she said, as she reached for her handbag on the chair beside her.  Before I did I slid my hands along her legs.  They were so soft and smooth.  I undid my belt and opened my pants.  I pulled my dick out.  She closed her legs around it in a scissor lock.

 

From her bag she had a small bottle of lubricant.  She poured a little along her legs and around me dick and began to slowly slide her legs around me.  “That feels great,” I told her.  “I love watching your dick when we do this,” she said.  “When I get home tonight I’ll replay this in my mind while I get off.”

 

The idea of her sitting at home playing with her pussy and thinking of me made me want to fuck her – but that wasn’t the deal.  For her sex was too intense for work and was something we’d have to build up to and take outside.  I didn’t mind too much – here I was having an absolutely beautiful woman getting me off on a regular basis.  Nothing to complain about.

 

I slipped off her shoes and began to rub her feet.  R. has great feet – long and narrow with round toes painted red,  I used her feet to direct the movement of her legs on my cock.  She hiked her skirt up and slipped a hand toward her pussy.  Her legs were tight together and she was just able to get one finger into action.

 

She wasn’t trying to cum herself, more just trying to enjoy the moment.  “I want to see your cum running down my legs,” she said softly, “I want to put my shoes on and stand up and walk around with your cum running down to my feet.”  “You’re not going to have to way long,” I said, groaning.  Her hand was moving a little faster between her legs.  “Are you going to cum soon?” she asked expectantly.

 

“Yeah,” I said and I pushed up and down faster between her legs, “like right now.”  I spurt of cum came out of me and into the air.  Then another and another and another.  Most of if ended up on R.’s legs but some was on my pants.  “Quick,” she said, “put my shoes back on me.”  I reached down for them and put them on her.

 

She got up and began walking and turning as my cum ran down her legs toward her feet.  Seeing the cum on my pants, she came close and knelt on the floor beside me.  Leaning closer, she licked the spots off me – pausing to kiss my dick before I put it away.  

 

As I zipped up, she stood again.  “Your cum is all over my feet now,” she said, wriggling her toes.  She sat down and took her right shoe off.  She brought it to her face and stuck her tongue into the open toe.  She tipped the shoe toward her face and lick out the cum as it ran toward her mouth.  She did the same with the left before standing again.

 

Watching her do this made me feel hard again.  “I can’t wait to get home,” she sighed, rubbing her still wet legs together, “I can’t wait to get home and to make myself cum.”  “If you ever need a hand,” I began.  She cut me off.  “Patience,” she said, “there’ll be a time for that.”  She began collecting her papers.  “But now it’s time for us to get back to work.”

 

We each gathered our things and left the conference room.  R. walked in front of me and I could still see the shiny streaks where my cum had run down her legs.

Later, in your apartment, in the bath

I wake up, alone and naked in your bed.  The clock says 3:17.  The bathroom door is ajar, the light on and water is running.  I stand and step off the futon and walk to the bathroom to see what you’re doing.  Standing outside the door, I see you lying in the tub.  The water is lapping at your breasts and you’re holding the shower head between your legs.

 

Your cheek is resting on the side of the tub and your eyes are closed.  Your right leg is slung over the edge of the tub – your toes splayed and your sole wet and wrinkled.  Between you legs, I can see your fingers flutter in the stream.  You shift you ass on the bottom of the tub for a better angle.  Quietly, I spit into my hand and begin to masturbate, watching you do the same.

 

Your hair is wet and sticks to your neck, cheek and shoulders.  Your breasts rise and fall with quick shallow movements.  A smile spreads across you lips and your head rolls back.  I want to watch you cum.  But before you do, you stop.  I step away from the door, curious what you will do next.  You let the show head slide into the tub, still spraying.  Your right hand continues to work you clit and pussy; but now your bring your left hand to you left breast and begin to massage it.

 

Your feet are up on the front edge of the tub.  The pedicure you got last week still looks fresh and you rub one foot over the other – lightly.  You push your breast toward you mouth and begin licking your nipple.  You take you breast from your mouth but still pinch and play with your nipple.  Between your legs, your hand moves slowly.  I’m mesmerized by your body and your movements and your excitement as it builds again.

 

The floor creaks under my feet and you look to the door.  “Nuri,” you call, “are you out there?”  Still rubbing myself, I step into the bathroom.  “Don’t stop on account of me,” I say.  “Mmmmm, I won’t” you say, “I love seeing you play with you cock, you keep going too.”  I come and sit on the edge of the tub, down by your feet, and continue to masturbate.

 

“Pass me the shower,” you ask; and I hand it to you.  “I like to spray it up into me,” you explain, “before I start spraying my clit.  Do you want to see?”  I tell you I do and you spread your legs.  Your left leg over my lap as I continue stroking myself.  You turn the nozzle toward you and spread your pussy, letting the warm water flow in.  You’re biting you lower lip.  You tell me it feels good to let it flow out as you masturbate.

 

“I love watching you like this”, I say.  You begin spraying the jet onto your clit, watching me watching you.  I rub the head of my dick onto you left foot, in my lap.  “I like watching you too,” you say.  We both have contented looks on our faces.  “Will you go down on me?,” you ask.  I slip into the tub, between you legs, and lean towardsyou.  Your fingers and the water are still pressing against you – now I add my mouth and tongue.

 

When my mouth first caresses you, you gasp.  I can’t get my tongue deep enough inside you.  I kiss and suck and stroke you with my mouth.  Your body moves in the tub in response to my mouth and the water.  Your face is again on the cool side of the tub and you are biting your lip.  Your breath is short and irregular.  This time, you won’t stop yourself.  “Nuri,” you say in a whisper, “you’re making me cum.  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” You say it quietly but intently.

 

I rise to my knees and push you legs back.  Your pussy is half in water as I slide into you.  You groan, the water still working your clit.  I lean my body into you and together we rock back and forth in the tub – water sloshing back and forth over and between us.  I press into you and lean down, bring my mouth to yours.  We’re both breathing heavily – and with our mouths pressed together, we roll, our arms around each other.  You are still cumming and my orgasm is building.  I lean up and push your legs down for more leverage – so I can be deeper inside you – and I cum.  I cum hard.

 

Now I rest my head on your chest – breathing heavily – and sleep again.  We wake hours later it seems – cold and shriveled, naked and happy – in your bath.

New York – Part 7

We have been together for hours. I have eaten you pussy and made you cum. You have sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. You have pissed on me. We have fucked and sucked and cummed and kissed and played and rubbed and fondled. Now the sun is setting outside. It is getting colder – dark here in this empty boathouse on the edge of a pond in the city.

You and I are strangers. We met by chance, drawn together for no reason, attracted by an openness and desire for sex that neither of us could explain if we had to.There in the cold and dark, we slip again into each others arms. We are sitting – naked – on the dusty wooden floor. Our bodies are pressed together – as much for warmth as for passion. We kiss and caress each other. You rest you head against my shoulder. “I want to fuck you again,” I say. “I want to fuck you again too,” you say, “slow this time, I’m so tired – but I want you in me.”

I stroke your hair, and run my fingers over you face. In the fading light you are beautiful.  You put your finger in your mouth and rub my right nipple.  “That feels good,” I tell you.  You lean into me and press your mouth onto my left nipple.  I kiss your head and rub your shoulders.  I run my hands down your back, slide my hands around your sides and squeeze your ass.  I bring my hands to your breasts and stroke and squeeze them.

Pulling away from you, I lean down to kiss you but you pull me up.  “No,” you say, ” I just want you in me.”  I nod and lay you back on the floor.  I lean over and and kiss you.  Your tongue is in my mouth and mine in yours.  I reach between your legs – you’re wet and ready.  “Please,” you say, “into me now.”

I move between your legs – you spread them for me.  I put my head against you and begin to push in.  Your pussy spreads around me.  It’s so warm in you, so wet.  You lift your ass and I slide into you as deep as I can.  You breathe in rhythm with our movements.  You bring your hands up and stoke you nipples.  I feel drunk with you.  You hoist your legs up against my chest.  I lean into you and push, push, push.

We stay like this, slowly fucking for what felt like ever.  We’re both tired and you tell me your legs are getting tired.  “Cum inside me,” you say, “I want to feel you cumming in me again.”  I bring your legs together and kiss you feet.  I push in again and cum.  I love the feeling of release, the rush of warmth that spreads inside you that comes from me.

You laugh.  “I can’t believe how great today has been,” you say.  I pull out of you and let your legs gently down.  I lie beside you and we both roll onto our sides.  We kiss and doze there, naked in the cold.  We smoke the rest of the joint and have a cigarette.  We get dressed.  We are in each others arms.  “Well,” I say, “I guess I missed my train,” I laugh.  You laugh too.  “Was it worth it?,” you ask.  Kissing you and pulling you to your feet, I tell you that it was.  “We ought to do this again some time,” you say.  My hand in yours, walking out the door, I tell you we will.