Climax Taboo Erotic Collection

by Kelly Fleming

  Holding onto her panties, she stands up, moves off of the bed, looks down at you. You lie on your back and stare into her eyes. She smiles, steps into her panties, pulls them up. She picks up her bra, pulls it over her arms, reaches behind herself, fastens the catch. She takes her dress from the floor, slips it up over her thighs, over her panties, over her shoulders, slips her arms in, reaches her hands behind herself and pulls the zipper up. She leans towards you, kisses you gently on the lips, says 'thank you' and turns and walks away. Her feet fall one in front of the other as you look at her yellow summer dress, her white cotton panties barely visible between her legs. She reaches the door, opens it, does not look back, walks through the door, it closes behind her and she is gone. You look at the door for a few moments longer, before resting your head back on your pillow and closing your eyes.

  The End.

  Afternoon Delight

  As I looked in the rear-view mirror to apply lip gloss, my stomach fluttered in anticipation. We had been talking about meeting in person since we met online over a year ago. It had taken this long for it to become a possibility. After I had moved from the city 6 months ago, I never thought it would happen. He was in my area for a business meeting and had asked if I wanted to meet for a late lunch. Initially I had jumped at the idea of getting to finally see the face that so many of my fantasies had been based on, but now my stomach was full of butterflies.

  When I entered the nearly empty restaurant, I could see him smiling across the room in a dark corner. I couldn't help but return his grin with one of my own. Walking across the floor towards him, I looked in appreciation at the handsome man I was finally meeting.

  He stood from his chair and held his hand out in welcome as I came closer. My small hands were engulfed in his as he pulled me into a close hug. I held on tight as I took in the smell of his cologne. His hands stroked up and down my back and came to rest lightly at the top of my ass. His touch caused a sudden rush of warmth between my thighs as memories of all our sexual teasing came to mind.

  I broke the hug before I could make a fool of myself by mauling him in public. My hormones hadn't been kicked into overdrive like this in a long time. I stepped away and sat in my chair as the waitress came over to take our drink order.

  After she left our table, I noticed that our two chairs had been moved so close together that our shoulders almost touched. My hands shook nervously as I tried to read the menu and not let him catch me sneaking glances at him out of the corner of my eye.

  "See anything that interests you? I can see you watching me."

  With a small giggle, I let go of my nervousness and allowed my gaze to meet his straight on and lightly licked my lips. "I don't see anything tall, dark and handsome offered here."

  His eyes darkened in response to my innuendo and a light laugh fell from his lips. "Maybe that's on the dessert menu."

  After the waitress returned with our drinks and left to turn in our food order, we fell into easy conversation. We talked about work and our lives and past relationships. We made apologies for missed meeting and failed dates. At some time, the waitress had delivered our food but it lay untouched as we talked.

  I noticed at some point his hand had come to rest on my leg and was drawing circles around and around on my thigh. With each circle, his fingers dipped further down between my closed thighs.

  I shifted in my chair so that my legs fell open to his wondering hands. His dark gaze held mine as he worked up the material of my skirt so that his warm skin lay upon mine. A quick glance around the restaurant showed that we were the only patrons left and the wait staff was busy chatting at the bar on the other side of the room.

  He smiled in appreciation when his fingers found wetness without the barrier of panties. As he penetrated the folds of my pussy, I let out a low moan and slipped further down in my chair.

  He used his other hand to place mine on top of the hardness inside his pants. His fingers explored the wet warmth between my legs as I gently massaged his hard on.

  My eyes closed as he flicked my swollen clit back and forth. He fingers delved deeper and I could barely contain my gasp as they slipped inside my tight pussy. He pumped 2 fingers in and out as his thumb played with my aching clit. I began to squirm in my chair as struggled to maintain composure. OMG! I was going to cum in the middle of a restaurant!

  A loud laugh from across the room broke our intimate moment. I quickly sat up and rearranged my skirt. My shaking hands reached for my drink. I was unable to hold onto the slippery glass as it crashed to the table, spilling water into my lap. Flustered, I excused myself to the restroom at the waitress appeared to clean up my mess.

  Inside the bathroom, I barely recognized myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed and my eyes were glassy with desire. After ringing out as much of the water from my skirt as I could, I dampened a paper towel and washed my hot face. I leaned my forehead against the cool mirror as I drew in ragged breaths.

  The sound of the opening door caused me to jump back. I saw the man who caused my current condition walk into the room and lean against the closed door.

  With no hesitation, I hungrily moved towards him. My lips found his as he pulled up my shirt and stared at my breasts covered in pink cotton. He scooped one breast out and suckled at the nipple as I reached for his belt with one hand and locked the door with the other. I dropped to my knees in front of him while pulling his pants and underwear down his legs.

  His cock popped free and bobbed in front of my face. I closed my lips around his shaft and held onto his ass as I began to worship his cock. He wrapped his hands in my hair, using them to set my tempo. I could feel his cock harden and his balls twitch. Before he could cum, he pulled me to my feet and pushed me towards the sink.

  He bent me over the sink as he pulled up my skirt. He rubbed his hands over my ass before gracing it with a stinging slap. I growled deep in my throat as I pushed my exposed pussy against his pulsing cock. He laughed at my impertinence.

  He pushed me back down low and slid deep inside of me. I glanced up into the mirror in front of me as he pounded into me. His eyes were closed and sweat was beading on his forehead but I had never seen anything sexier.

  My moans of pleasure urged him harder and deeper as I held on for dear life. I could feel my own orgasm coming when he dug his fingers into my hips and opened his eyes and met mine in the mirror.

  "Please," I begged. "Don't stop."

  He reached around and with a few quick flicks of his long fingers had me shooting over the edge. I could feel my muscles clenching around his cock, fueling his own release and milking him as his hot cum shot into me as I quivered in pleasure.

  He tightened his hold on me as we both tried to catch our breath. His now soft cock slipped out of my dripping pussy with a soft plop. I could feel our combined juices running down my leg and smiled in pleasure.

  After pulling my skirt back down to cover me and straightening his own clothes, he leaned over me and whispered in my ear, "Thanks for dessert!"

  The End.

  Reconnecting

  Amy and Jennifer had known each other for years. They had been the best of friends since junior high school. They were both cheerleaders, both in drama club, both in honor society, both lived on the same street for most of their lives. They over the years, became, inseparable. Together all the time. Where you would find one, you'd find the other. They were simply, the best of friends.

  During college, which they attended and roomed together, they decided to give into forbidden curiosities and experiment with each other. These fantasies and feelings had been kept hidden and were pushed down deep through the years. Both felt it was not an acceptable temptation. Both had steady boyfriends. Neither considered themselves to be gay or bi-sexual. They just enjoyed how they made each other feel. Physically and emotionally. So at times, they would give in to this and have a secret moment of bliss.

  After college, Jennifer moved some distance apart. Each having to move on with their own life and ca
reer. They got together as frequently as possible to chat, have dinner, and catch up on all the changes in their lives. But it wasn't the same. Time and distance had placed a wedge in between them. They were still friends, just not as close. That bond had been a little strained.

  One fourth of July weekend, Amy decided to visit Jennifer in the city. Jennifer was an ad executive at a large company. She lived in an apartment in one of the high rise buildings. The ones with tons of glass windows and swanky furnishings. All sleek and modern looking. Jennifer was happy to see Amy as always.

  That evening they went out to dinner and then went walking in the city. Taking in the air and doing some window shopping. Then Jennifer had an idea. She knew that Amy had stayed back in their small hometown. Amy worked as a free-lance photographer. Doing weddings, events, and natural landscape photography. There wasn't much to do there. In the little town back home, football games on Friday nights were about it. And she was past the age to want to go watch high school football.

  So Jennifer asked Amy if she would like to go to a bar later that night. Just to have a few drinks and unwind. Catch up. And get some of the nightlife she'd been missing. Amy agreed, excited at the prospect of dressing up and hitting the town.

  The bar was called StillWell's. It was a small quaint place, about three blocks from Jennifer's apartment. Safe walking distance for them should they imbibe a bit much. The inside walls were pinkish/brown brick. The floor was a glossy oak hardwood. There were black leather booths w/black marble tops. A huge oak bar was in the corner of the room. Stools covered in black leather lined up along it on all sides but one. There was a live band playing. They covered an eclectic array of tunes from the 70's to present. In the back area of the bar was a pool table. The women were shown to a booth and placed an order for drinks.. Both having long island ice tea. Then they got up to go to the powder room to freshen up.

  Both stood in front of the mirror and looked at their reflections. Jennifer was statuesque. Tall at 5ft 10 inches without heels, with a lithe sporty body. Dark brown hair w/golden highlights fell around her shoulders. Smokey blue eyes, framed with thick lashes. She applied more gloss to her lips. Her skin tone was golden year round. Amy was the complete opposite. At only 5ft 4inches tall she was the odd one out. She had blond hair that curled and waved in a wild halo about her head, ample curves, had porcelain skin, full lips, and jade eyes. She applied more powder to her face.

  The ladies returned to their booth and their drinks and began to sip as they slipped back into an old familiar friendship. They discussed work projects, family members, changes back home, changes in the city w/Jennifer. They finished the first drink and ordered another round. Both knew that alcohol went straight to their heads, so they decided not to go past three of these tonight. Neither wanted to wake sick in the morning. They had done enough of that in college.

  When they began sipping their third drink the door to the bar opened and a group of men came in. All seemed to be in their late 20's or early 30's. They were joking and laughing. Heading to the pool table in the back. The last one to come through the door was sinfully handsome. Tall, with black hair, emerald eyes, a killer smile flashed at the ladies showing straight white teeth. His lips were full but masculine. He nodded to the women and followed his buddies to the table.

  The two women watched as inconspicuous as they could as the men played pool. Both talking about how hot the one guy was. Throwing out the inappropriate comment here and there about what they'd like to do to him. Or have done to them. When Amy looked toward the table for the hundredth time, Mr. Sexy was looking right back at her. It was someone else's turn to play so he stood against the wall waiting. Watching her. Nervously she smiled and looked back at her drink.

  The alcohol was making her mind a bit hazy and she started to giggle. One of the side effects of drinking was enhancing her giddiness and infectious laughter. As well as lowering her inhibitions. Inhibitions that it seemed Jennifer no longer had, now living in the city. She had turned loose of all her religious conflicts about life long ago. No matter how hard she tried, Amy could not turn off the giggling. Jennifer started laughing too, wanting to know what was so funny. Amy explained that he caught her looking at him, but was looking at her himself.

  They were finishing up their last drink when Mr. Sexy approached their table. He carried a small glass of jack/coke with him. He pulled up a chair to their booth. Turning it around and straddling it backward. He leaned on the back of it. Making the muscles in his arms bunch up. He introduced himself as Adam. A local fireman. He began to make small talk with the girls. Swapping histories, etc. and asked if they were gonna be able to get home safely, seeing how they both were a little more than a bit tipsy. Then seeing her opening, Jennifer asked him if he could walk the two ladies back to her apartment. Just to make sure they made it ok.. Amy's eyes threw daggers at Jennifer. This was so embarrassing. Adam sauntered back over to his fellow firefighter buddies and told them he was leaving to walk them home.

  The ladies paid the tab and tipped the bartender. Both a little wobbly on their feet, they felt a large warm hand on each of their shoulders helping them balance. Once they were stable, they began to head out toward the apartment. They walked the three blocks babbling on and on about nothing.. But throwing out flirtatious remarks all at each other. They reached the door of the building. Adam turned to leave, telling the girls goodnight and to sleep well. Then, to Amy's horror, Jennifer asked him to come upstairs.

  They stepped into the elevator. Jennifer pushed the number 8 for her floor. The doors came open with a ding and she led the way to her apartment. All three went inside and Jennifer sat in a plush green chair. While Adam and Amy sat on the matching sofa. They talked a bit more. The alcohol was beginning to hit the ladies by this time pretty hard. Jennifer stood and grabbed Amy's hand and headed to the bedroom. Telling Adam that they had to talk a minute and would be back.

  They got to Jennifer's room and Amy looked at her questioningly and a bit hazed. Jennifer got a wicked gleam in her eyes. And proposed that to really make their friendship fully intact again they needed to get back in touch sexually. But this time, she didn't want to only experiment with Amy. She wanted to add Adam to the mix.

  This was all new to Amy. Other than the few experiences she had with Jennifer, she had only had sex with two men. And neither of them were anything to brag about. And she was unsure of herself. Of the situation. After some eager coaxing from Jennifer, and the mist in her head, she agreed to at least try.

  Both girls sat on the edge of the bed. Then Jennifer called for Adam to come into the room. Thinking that they needed help, he came in ready to lend a hand. Be it to help a sick woman, or tuck her in. What he did not expect was to see Amy and Jennifer already undressed down to their bras and panties. Sitting on the bed together. A bit taken aback he looked first from one to the other woman. Asking the question with his eyes, daring not speak. The question of is this happening?

  In a silent answer Jennifer motioned for him to sit in the blue microfiber chair in the corner of the bedroom. Then, slowly she leaned in and took Amy's mouth in a chaste kiss. First just a meeting of the mouths. Grazing one another. Then both mouths opened, welcoming the glide and slide of tongues. Amy moaned with the headiness of it. Remembering all their college trysts. She kissed Jennifer back, becoming more bold with each kiss and caress. Jennifer and Amy removed each other's bra's at the same time. Allowing Jennifer's high small breasts and Amy's heavy, perky ones to fall free from the restraints. As they kissed their hands roamed feeling nipples, pinching, rubbing, flicking. Each emitting little cries from the other, which were swallowed up by the other's mouth.

  They finished undressing each other. Tossing sheer lace panties to the side of the bed. Both were naked to each other and to Adam's gaze. He sat in the corner watching the women kiss and fondle one another. His need growing. He began rubbing himself through his jeans and boxer shorts. Jennifer laid Amy back on the bed and began kissing down her body. Then she began to
play with Amy's engorged clit. With fingers and tongue. Amy moaned and thrashed her head back and forth on the bed. Caught up in the abandon of it all. This only fueled Jennifer on. She began licking harder, faster, sucking more on the clit as she pumped two fingers into her friends pussy.

  Then Jennifer looked at Adam. She asked if he just wanted to watch, or did he want to join in. He stood up a little too quickly he thought and walked toward the bed. Jennifer quit pleasuring Amy and both ladies sat up, looking at him intently. The stood and began to undress him. First pulling the black t-shirt that hugged and fitted him closely up and over his head. Revealing broad shoulders, a muscular chest/torso, and those muscled arms. He kicked off his shoes and socks. Jennifer then reached for his belt buckle. Slowly she removed the belt from his pants hearing the cling of the buckle coming undone and the slide of the leather going through belt loops. Growing more confident Amy joined her and began to unbutton his buttonfly jeans. No zipper. Just buttons. Each one popped open with a small sound. And with each button a little more of him became visible. This turned on the girls even more. They finished with the buttons, pulled the jeans down his legs and he shook them off. They were on their knees before him. Each woman took one hand and hooked fingers in the waistband of the boxers covering him. Slowly they pulled them down, and he sprang free. Already hard and erect with desire and want.

  Looking up at him through lashes, with looks of naughty nymphs at the generous treasure before them, they both brought their mouths closer to him. While each rubbed him with their hands. Together, they touched his aching cock with tongues. Licking, nipping, sucking, and biting him as they went. Occasionally allowing their lips and tongues to meet and kiss each other. Alternately one would suck on him. Taking the head in her mouth. Then pull him deep in her throat. Tugging on his ass to pull closer. Then she'd pull away, and the other would repeat the motion. Over and over this went on. Hands, tongues, teeth, and mouths lighting a fire within him.