Global Playground

by Delores Swallows

  Sara looked at him, rocking her hips in a suggestive way. “Tell me what you want.”

  Jim sipped his beer, held her gaze for a couple of seconds then let his eyes wander down her body. She was all in black—blouse, skirt and high heels. “Strip for me.”

  Sara began undoing the buttons of her blouse, slowly. When all were unfastened she continued dancing, the material parting to reveal a black bra and toned stomach as she swayed with the music.

  His cock swelled inside his pants. Sara was sexy, and she knew it.

  She turned to face him. “Is that enough?”

  He shook his head. “No, but it’s a good start. Leave the blouse as it is and lose the skirt.”

  She bit her lip, reaching behind her waist. A quick shimmy and the skirt slid down her legs. She stepped out of it and kicked it to one side.

  Jim took another swig of beer. She was wearing a black lace thong that matched her bra. She had great legs—maybe even better than Sophie’s. They were long, tanned and shapely, though the four-inch heels of her shoes probably emphasised the muscle-tone.

  Sara stepped closer to him, still swaying to the music. “What now?”

  Jim’s mouth was dry. “Turn round and take off your blouse.”

  Sara did as instructed. Her back was also well-toned, and her bum looked great in the thong—firm and round like a peach. Jim didn’t know if her body was a result of good genes, hours of working out, or a combination of both.

  “Okay, face me.” His voice was quiet and a little shaky.

  Sara slowly turned. The cups of her bra were entirely lace, her pink nipples clearly visible through the patterned mesh.

  He decided she should keep her underwear and shoes on, at least for now. “Drop onto your hands and knees and crawl around the room so I can get a good look at your body.”

  Smiling, she obeyed. She moved slowly like a tiger in small circles between the sofas. Then she came to a halt between his feet, her eyes on his.

  “Now I want you to suck my cock.”

  She knelt up, her tongue licking her lips as she undid his zip. “Can I make you come like this?”

  “Do you want to? Wouldn’t you rather I fucked you?”

  She smiled. “You’ll fuck me later. But I want you to come in my mouth now.”

  A shiver of excitement ran down his spine. He nodded slowly. “I’d really like that.”

  “Good. Get naked.”

  Jim stood, quickly stripped and sat back down.

  Sara lowered her mouth onto his cock, keeping her eyes on his while she sucked him. She was slow and gentle, every so often releasing him from her mouth to lick up the side of the shaft, or nuzzle his balls.

  Jim occasionally took his eyes off her face to enjoy the sight of her raised backside in the black thong. She was still swaying her hips in time with the music.

  The first tingles of his impending release registered somewhere deep inside, and he got the impression that Sara was also aware of it. Maybe he’d given it away with his moans or by pushing a little further into her mouth, but she subtly increased the speed of her head movements, taking him a little deeper into the warm heaven of her mouth. But she was patient and she remained slow and gentle.

  “Oh, fuck.” He hadn’t intended to speak, but the words slipped from his lips as the pleasure built.

  Sara smiled with her eyes and carried him slowly closer to his climax.

  “Oh, Jesus.”

  Her hand slipped beneath his balls and stroked the inside of his bum cheeks. A finger pressed gently against the puckered flesh of his anus.

  “Sara... Oh, fuck.”

  Her head began to bob a little faster, her lips clinging to the shaft, her tongue stroking the underside. Her eyes smiled again, knowingly.

  Jim’s muscles twitched deep in his groin. He was going to blow any second now. “Sara, I’m…”

  She started moaning—almost humming, and the vibrations from her mouth resonated through his cock and balls. She pushed her finger a little harder against him—not actually going inside, just teasing the opening.

  He felt a sudden spasm and exploded, crying out with the release.

  Sara moaned her appreciation, pushed her finger into his ass and wrapped her other hand round the base of his cock, pumping it.

  Jim cried out with each successive spurt.

  Her eyes never left his. She finally released him from her mouth and knelt up between his legs. She made a point of swallowing, then licked her lips and smiled at him.

  He pulled her close and kissed her, sucking her tongue as she pushed it into his mouth. The taste of his cum in her mouth turned him on. He’d be hard enough to fuck her in no time.

  She pulled back and flashed her eyes flirtatiously. “Did you like that?”

  He laughed. “Couldn’t you tell?”

  “Well, you seemed to be having a good time.”

  “I think ‘good’ doesn’t do it justice. I had a great time.”

  “I’m glad. I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

  “Why?”

  She shrugged, looked a little embarrassed. “The first time we were together, in the threesome with Sophie…”

  “Yes?”

  “Well, the second time you came was when we were taking turns sucking you.”

  Jim remembered it well. “Yeah.”

  “Well, it was Sophie’s mouth you came in, not mine.”

  Jim frowned. “I’m not sure I—”

  “I wanted to be the one who made you come.”

  “Sara, you both made me come. It was a combination of what the pair of you had done—I just happened to reach the endpoint when I was in Sophie’s mouth. And don’t forget, the first time I came that night was inside you.”

  She smiled. “I know, I know. But anyway, that’s why I wanted to make you come in my mouth tonight.”

  “Well, I’m glad you did. It was incredible.”

  “Good. Thank you.” Looking pleased, she leaned down and kissed his flaccid cock. “I’ll do it again whenever you like.”

  “That sounds like a good offer.”

  She leaned closer and kissed him on the lips. “Maybe I’ll do it next weekend while Sophie’s fucking Billy.”

  “Do you get a kick out of watching Billy with other women?” Jim watched her expression.

  “Like a voyeuristic kick?”

  Jim nodded.

  “Yeah, I suppose so. But then I get a kick from watching anyone fuck. I like to see and hear their pleasure.”

  “But nothing extra with Billy?”

  She moved closer and rubbed her breasts against his chest, the lace of her bra tickling his skin. “I know you get a big thrill from watching Sophie.”

  He was suddenly defensive. “Did she tell you that?”

  “She didn’t need to. I was fucking you when Sophie and Billy got it on for the first time, remember? I could feel the effect it had on you.”

  Jim nodded, remembering that night.

  “I assume that’s the reason you’re happy about her arrangement with G-J?” Sara’s voice was soft, intimate.

  “Sophie’s arrangement is for her enjoyment. But if she wants to tell me about what she does, that’s fine.” Jim reached around and gently pried Sara’s bum cheeks apart. “Besides, while she’s having her fun, I’m also having mine.”

  “Did you tell her about us meeting up in the carpark?”

  A coldness crept into his stomach. “No—I thought we’d agreed we wouldn’t mention it to Sophie or Billy.”

  Sara smiled. “But you’ll tell her about tonight?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Will you tell her I made you come in my mouth?”

  He shrugged. “If she asks for details.”

  “Does she usually?”

  “Not really.”

  “But I’m guessing that you do.” She had a mischievous smile on her face.

  “Yeah, I like details.”

  “Why?” She placed her hand on his stomach, her middle finger s
cratching gently at his skin.

  He swallowed, not sure how much to reveal. His voyeurism was a private thing—for him and Sophie. But Sara knew a lot of it anyway, so he decided to share some of his thoughts. “If I can’t watch, then I like her to describe what went on so I can picture it in my head. And I want to know what bits turned her on, and how she felt about being in that situation.”

  “And does she tell you everything?”

  Jim laughed. “I think so, but I’ll never know for certain. Maybe she only tells me what she wants me to know, but not everything that goes on.”

  She looked at him for a few seconds, but said no more.

  Now he had doubts. “Do you think she may not be telling me everything?”

  Sara laughed. “No, I’m not saying that at all. You two have a great relationship, and I don’t think Sophie would need to keep anything from you. She could fuck a football team and know you wouldn’t mind.”

  “Do you tell Billy everything?”

  “We don’t really discuss details much. We both accept we try to do things we enjoy when we’re with someone else.”

  Jim noticed her hand had moved slightly lower down his stomach, her finger now stroking below his belly button. “Does he know you’re here now?”

  She nodded.

  “And where’s he?”

  “At home. It’s not a tit-for-tat thing, you know.”

  “You could have brought him along. Didn’t you fancy a threesome with two men?”

  She giggled sexily. “I always fancy a threesome with two men. But tonight I wanted you on my own. Is that okay?”

  He nodded, but he was now thinking about Sara and Sophie’s night out a few weeks ago. Sophie had described the events of that night, but would Sara’s version be the same? According to Sophie, Sara had instigated everything that happened and finished the night being double-penetrated. How would he feel if Sara were to reveal that Sophie had started the sex and done a whole range of things she’d never mentioned to him?

  Sara interrupted his thoughts, sliding her hand down to his cock. She gripped it in her palm and smiled at its hardness. “Where are you going to fuck me?”

  “Here. Swap places.”

  Sara sat on the sofa where Jim had been. He dragged her hips forward to the edge of the seat and pushed her legs wide. Her feet—still in the four-inch heels—braced hard against the floor, taking the weight of her lower body.

  Jim knelt in front of her, his cock pointing straight at the black gusset of her thong.

  Sara wriggled her hips invitingly.

  He pulled the thin wet strip of black lace to one side with a finger, and slid the tip of his cock slowly up and down between the wet folds of her sex.

  A moan rumbled somewhere in her throat.

  Jim repeated his action, pushing just the tip between her labia, low down near her opening, then sliding it slowly up and over her clit.

  Sara moaned louder.

  He couldn’t wait any longer and positioned himself ready to enter her. He saw her fingers grip the edge of the seat.

  She half-closed her eyes. “Fuck me now.”

  Jim slammed forward and into her with a single, almost vicious lunge. She cried out, her eyes wide and her mouth a perfect O. Jim pulled almost completely out, then slammed all the way back in, being rewarded with another groan. Then he fucked her. He fucked her hard and fast, gripping her hips, pulling her onto him.

  Sara muttered to herself, turning her head from side to side with her eyes half-closed, as if delirious with a fever. “Ooh yeah, fuck me, fuck me.”

  He placed a thumb on her engorged clit.

  When she squealed, he ran his thumb over and around, over and around. He kept pumping his hips, his cock going deep with each thrust. Sara raised and lowered her hips in time with his thrusts, squeezing her own nipples through the bra.

  Jim sensed she was building up to her climax, but was confident he could last a lot longer yet. “Sara, play with your clit.”

  She opened her eyes and watched his face as she slid her hand down, resting it on top of his. She moved her fingers alongside his thumb, and the two of them took turns at teasing and stroking her swollen button.

  Jim felt her contract and shudder before she yelled the arrival of her orgasm. He kept fucking her, and while Sara continued to buck and writhe, Jim ran his hand down lower and rested his finger against her anus.

  “Yeah, do it.” Sara was breathless.

  He paused, watching her.

  Her hips were still moving up and down. She opened her eyes. “Finger me there.”

  Jim pushed his finger inside; it was tight and hot. His finger was drenched with the juices from her sex and as she pumped her hips, it slipped deeper into her ass.

  Sara slid herself further forward on the seat of the sofa.

  Jim kept fucking her, pushing his finger even farther, past the second knuckle, almost all the way in.

  “I know what you want.” Her voice was croaky, her breathing shallow.

  “Huh?” He wasn’t sure what she meant. Through the membrane separating her holes, he could feel his cock ploughing into her.

  “I said I know what you want to do. Just ask me.”

  Jim felt guilty, almost shy. “What are you—?”

  “I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want to do to me.”

  His stomach tingled with excitement and shame.

  “Jim, your fingers were up there in the carpark, and they’re up there again now. Nothing’s off-limits, you know. You just need to tell—”

  He stabbed his finger harder into her back passage. “Here. I want to fuck you up here. I want to fuck this fabulous ass of yours.”

  She smiled, placed her hands on his stomach and gently pushed him out of her.

  Jim repositioned himself. He nestled the tip at the opening and paused, watching her face.

  She nodded. “Push in nice and slow.”

  His cock was slick from her juices. He did as instructed, felt an initial resistance before pushing through and in.

  Sara groaned, placing her hands on his chest to halt his progress. “Slower, just give me a minute to stretch and relax…”

  Jim held still, enjoying the tightness almost as much as the thrill of doing something new.

  Sara opened her eyes and let out a long breath. “Okay, now you can shove it all the way in.”

  He pushed forward slowly while watching her expression, ready to withdraw a little if it caused her discomfort. The only response she gave was a satisfied sigh as his full length disappeared into her.

  “What hand did you finger me with?”

  He held up his right forefinger.

  “Okay, use the other hand and push three fingers into my cunt, palm down.”

  He did as she asked.

  “Now bend them down and push against your cock while you fuck my ass.”

  Jim did so, the feeling of his fingers against his cock an added thrill.

  Sara placed her hand over her mound, and Jim watched as her red-painted nails rubbed around her clit. “Now fuck me as hard as you can. I want you to pound my ass, and I want you to come in there.

  Jim fucked her hard and pushed his fingers in and down with more force. She bucked her hips and moved her fingers faster and faster around her clit. The music from the stereo had stopped, and Jim could hear the slap of their bodies, the squelching of her fingers, the groans they were both making.

  “I’m coming, Jim. Fuck me harder, fuck me hard…” She squealed. She shrieked.

  Jim pushed his fingers down against her contractions and slammed into her with his cock. The heels of her shoes clicked back onto the wooden floor as her feet were lifted with the force of his thrusts. He came hard and strong, crying out. She roughly slapped her hand against her clit and gritted her teeth, and another wave of spasms gripped his fingers as she came again. He kept thrusting and rode out his own pleasure.

  The room was eerily silent after their ecstasy had passed. All Jim could hear was
his thumping heart and heavy breathing.

  Sara opened her eyes and smiled. “I doubt I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.”

  He laughed and slowly pulled out of her, removing his fingers at the same time. He moved the gusset of her thong back in place. “I’m going to take a shower.”

  She sat up further onto the sofa. “Good idea. I’ll join you, then maybe we can share a bath?”

  “Sure.”

  Neither of them bothered to collect their discarded clothes. They headed upstairs together, Jim completely naked and Sara in her bra, thong and shoes. Jim turned on the shower and went to get clean towels. By the time he’d returned to the bathroom, Sara was naked and in the shower. He started to fill the bath, then stepped into the shower with her and closed the door.

  They slowly washed each other for several minutes, then stepped out of the shower and climbed into the hot bath. They sat facing each other, Sara’s legs soft against his.

  She lay her head back and sighed. “I could fall asleep now.”

  “You’re welcome to spend the night.”

  “Mmm, that’d be nice. But I should go home.”

  “Yeah, whatever you think.”

  “But I think we should have another lunch in the multi-storey this week.”

  “Lunch?”

  She laughed. “Okay, fuck-session. What do you think?”

  “Even though we’re meeting again next weekend?”

  She looked surprised. “Are you saying you’re bored of me?”

  “God, no. I’d be happy to fuck you every day of the week, given the chance.”

  “Ooh, now there’s food for thought. Maybe I’ll take you up on that...”

  Perhaps he’d live to regret that offer. A sense of unease seemed to lurk beneath the shiny surface of his excitement. He couldn’t put his finger on why, exactly.

  “Wednesday okay for you?” She stroked his hip with her foot.

  Jim nodded without even thinking about his work week. He was sure there was nothing which couldn’t be re-scheduled. “Wednesday’s fine.”

  “Good. I’ll look forward to it.”

  “But this time, make sure you push my trousers down further. Last time you just undid the flies and I ended up with the stains of our juices all over them.”