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My Lover The Spy
I stand on the pier, the cold wind is cutting through my clothes and my nipples are rigid with cold. The sky is darkening and a storm is about to break. I am desperately trying not to think about the last few hours. Not that it was bad, but that it was over. The ship, now only the size of a child's toy in the distance, was taking my lover with it. Gone... all gone. My lips still tasted of him, my thighs still tingled from his touch, my back passage still raw from his penetrating assault. His eyes burned into my thoughts as I imagined his face so close to mine. I knew it wouldn't last, it simply couldn't. The times we met were always stolen moments out of a life that didn't allow for too much personal joy. His work owned him, I never would, never could. But I was thankful for what we did have because never in my life had I been so sexually exhilarated, so purely satiated and yet always ready for more, more of him.
Our last few hours together had been wicked. He had called me at work from his cell phone. Telling me he didn't have much time. He said to meet him downtown, to wear silk, a tightly fitted G-string and a short skirt. He had asked specifically for red. Red, he said, made his mouth water. I was to meet him at the library, 4the floor reference section 2:00 sharp. I hurriedly closed up the office, went home to change and rushed through traffic, thrilled at the chance encounter about to occur. I parked in the parking lot closest to the library building and walked hurriedly past the ticket booth and into the elevator.
I checked my watch, 8 minutes to spare.
In the elevator, I adjusted my skirt, smoothed my blouse over my braless nipples and slid my finger under the band of the G-string that was pushing up into my slit and the crack of my ass. I wondered why we were meeting here.
I knew better than to question his choice, something big must be going down. Because of his type of work, meeting in this way was not new to me. In fact, I had come to expect it.
I passed through the front gates, meeting the eyes of the first book clerk with cool detachment. I glanced around the reading lobby, making a cursory check of the faces there. I saw you seated, with a magazine in your hands.
You had already spotted me and I hesitated before moving in your direction. Something in your eyes told me to stay back.
You motioned discretely for me to go upstairs, so I walked through the lobby to the large stair case on the right. I unhurriedly took the stairs and found my way to the fourth floor.
At the top of the stairs an attendant spied me and came forward holding a large envelope.
He asked me for my name and proceeded to tell me the envelope was for a woman in a red blouse.
It was left by a man earlier but he didn't leave his name.
I took the envelope and moved to the cubicles along the far wall.
I chose a spot out of view for some privacy.
I sat down, the plastic chair cool on the back of my legs.
Opening the envelope I discovered a small tape recorder with an earphone attached, probably a gadget familiar in your line of work.
Also in the envelope was a brief note: "My darling, forgive me for not being more specific.
I will be leaving the continent for good this evening and this will be the last time we meet. I regret that we will no longer be able to see each other.
My work demands that I move abroad to pursue an international issue. I want you to know that I will miss you. Now, listen to the tape, and keep it for a little memento when I am gone."
I placed the small attachment into my ear and switched on the recorder. I heard your voice, warm and husky. Your voice gives me thrills to hear it and you were telling me how lovely I looked in my red silk blouse and how much you wanted to hear my soft moans as you sucked and nibbled on my hard nipples. I looked around while I was listening, hoping to catch sight of you but I was alone. The tape played on and you started to tell me about what you were about to do to me. First you instructed me pinch and squeeze each of my nipples through my blouse in order to make them hard. You wanted them to be pressing hard against the silk of my blouse when you saw me. Next, you instructed me to stand with my legs slightly apart and to slowly insert two of my fingers inside my pussy. You wanted to lick my scent from them when we met. I could feel my wetness start, and I looked around, feeling a flush move up my neck.
There was nobody around and I moved to the closest isle to stand where I wouldn't be seen. I moved and did what you'd asked. I imagined my hands were yours and moved them over my private, very sensitive places.
I hoped you would be with me soon. Your voice on the tape was urging me to take care in noticing the pleasure of those places I was touching, to enjoy the pleasure, to anticipate your hands, lips and cock all rubbing and probing my secret depths.
The next line surprised me. You were telling me to make sure that I was very, very wet and to take that wetness and smooth it over my other hole. I again looked up the isle filled with large dusty books before doing as I was told.
I was dripping wet with anticipation and very anxious that you were not yet with me.
A movement caught my eye and I saw through the books into the adjoining isle.... you were moving up the aisle, heading towards the top of it to turn and come towards me.
My breath quickened as our eyes locked.
You came straight for me and took me into your arms.
Your mouth was on mine and we kissed deeply, instinctively I pressed my mound to your hips and I happily found the hard bulge I was hoping for.
You pulled back from me and covered my breasts with your warm hands.
My nipples were hard as you had requested and your attentions sent a thrilling sensation directly to my clit.
You rolled my little nubs aggressively between thumb and forefinger, pinching them slightly, I moaned quietly.
I ran my fingers along your jaw and up under your nose.
You inhaled deeply and then smiled with approval.
Your warm mouth enclosed my fingers and I could feel your tongue exploring the taste.
My knees felt weak and all I could think of was having your hands all over me.
The tape was still rolling with your sexy monologue spelling out delicious acts of fellatio in my ear.
I closed my eyes and pressed myself into you. The earphone was tugged gently from my ear and stop button clicked quietly off. I opened my eyes to see you extract a small cream colored object from your suit pocket. It was a mini- vibrator. You whispered to me to turn my back to you and to put my hands on the book shelf. I did as you asked and felt you slide my skirt up over my hips.
I started to object, worried that someone might see but you held my hips firmly in place, your middle finger starting to explore my slit around my G-string. I knew that my wetness would not disappoint you. You slipped your finger under the band and pulled it off to the side. Asking me to bend over slightly, you then suddenly thrust your fingers deep into my soaking pussy.
I gasped loudly.. too loudly and you laughingly told me to "Shh... this is a library after all."
The small vibrator was soon gliding over my slit with a gentle humming sound. Every time it came in contact with my clit I could feel my orgasm starting to build. You stroked me like this for a while, your other hand playfully exciting my nipples. Now, I was about to discover the reason for your last request.
I felt the vibrator stray from my pussy and glide over my wet anus. It sent a little shiver through my body. You started to apply pressure and the tip pushed up and into my tight ass. I gasped again, trying this time to be a little quieter.
> Once it was pushed in as far as it could go, you replaced the band of my G-string, securing it in place with a little tug at the waistband. The sensation was driving me wild because the tiny vibrations echoed down the elastic band and sent the smallest sensations to my clit.
I could barely stand it as you straightened me and turned me to face you. Then, the vibrating stopped, you were smiling and your hand was in your pocket. You pulled me to you and kissed me hard...the vibrating started again much stronger... you had a remote control, another very specialized gadget of yours.
"We are going to your car" you whispered to me, "go ahead of me a little ways so we do not leave together... and so I can watch your ass".
I took a step ahead, gingerly, feeling the vibrator pressing my sphincter. You turned the vibration down to a low hum. I walked away, carefully, my pussy lips engorged and aching to be manhandled. A sweat had broken on my brow, my eyes were glazed and I know that I appeared flushed.
Each step inflamed my need to cum even more... and you knew this was happening to me. I bypassed the stairs and stood to wait for the elevator. You turned it up a notch again and I almost swooned.
The elevator arrived and I entered first, you followed and so did three other people. I was horrified that they would hear the small hum or notice my erratic breathing. I stood in the corner and swayed slightly, you looked me directly in the eyes, conveying a knowledge of my aroused state.
Stepping from the Library elevator the humming stopped. I was relieved because I was uncertain as to how long I could keep from cumming. You followed me to the elevators and we traveled together alone this time.
As soon as the doors closed the vibration started and you were on me, kissing me fervently and handling my breasts with vigor. I was moaning and pushing my hips into you, begging for your hand in my crotch but you didn't comply.
I grasped your cock through your trousers and you let out a soft groan, you were as hot as I was. We stopped and casually stepped off the car and walked separately past the parking attendant. You quickly pulled me into the emergency exit stairway.
I had my hands on your belt immediately and your hands were pulling up my skirt. You opened the buttons on my blouse and started to suck and nip at my nipples. The vibration level in my ass increased and my hips moved rhythmically, forcing the band of my panties to rub my clit. I couldn't bear it any longer and I groaned loudly as I started to cum.
The peaks of sensation washed over me and I felt you behind me. You removed the vibrator and your stiff cock was slipping across my wet slit. Looking for an entry, the head parted my lips and slipped into me with one swift movement. You lifted me with your cock and I cried out with the joy of it, thrusting slowly and purposely you lifted me again, then again before removing your cock and pressing it to my anus.
I relaxed allowing you entry into this forbidden pleasure hole. Your cock found its mark and you pushed in to me slowly, easily because it was already covered with plenty of wet juices.
You hilted my ass and as you reached full penetration you squeezed my nipples brutally and sank your teeth into the back of my neck. I felt so purely animal that a low guttural growl issued from my throat.
I could feel a second orgasm starting to build and this time it had nothing to do with my clit. I could feel it emanating from the deeply buried cock inside my ass. You started to thrust into me, slowly at first then more vigorously. I backed on to you as best I could and the groaning became a repeated grunting that I was barely aware of. My awareness was focused on the hot pressure that was building in my whole midsection. Building with every thrust. I could feel your hands grasping my hips and pulling me onto you again and again.
With my hands flat on the cool brick wall I gave a mighty push with my backside and released a flood of hot come. I was aware that my orgasm had triggered your own as your body tensed and shuddered with a mighty orgasm. Your final thrust set off another flood of fantastic waves of pleasure and you had to hold me around my waist to keep me from falling.
You pulled yourself from me and turned me to face you. Taking me in your arms you covered my wet face with kisses, telling me how wonderful I was. When I had calmed down you took out a large burgundy silk handkerchief and dried of your spent cock. Then you mopped up the liquid that was cascading down my thighs and pressed the cloth to my pussy lips.
I moaned and smiled. You kissed me gently and asked me to drive you out to the docks where you would soon board your ship.
Our goodbye was brief and cool, I would not let you see me cry. So now you are gone and here I am, letting the cold wind rip into me like the sadness that is numbing my mind. I put my hands in my pocket and feel the little tape recorder. For some small comfort I put the earphone back in my ear and press play.
Your voice fills my head with your sexy whispers and I picture your face in my mind. I listen until you finish your sexy tale then, reaching to hit the rewind, I hear you say "My darling, I cannot stay away from you forever... I will be back in two weeks.... Meet me again at the library.... I have a book to return."
Anger washed over me for a split second before I realized your trick. How bittersweet it felt, believing it was our last tryst.
DP In The Forest
John and I had a really terrific relationship. Perhaps, best of all, was the openness and honesty, the sharing of our fantasies and desires, and our willingness to explore different things. It really made the relationship a lot more exciting than previous relationships that I had had in the past. When I first met him, I was like a shy little girl, so afraid and so trusting and naive. My feelings for him, however, caused me to blossom more than I could have ever imagined. I think he really enjoyed watching the transformation, and I loved the things that he inspired in me.
In my eyes, he hung the moon and lit the stars; and he brought them down to earth for me. I grew from a little girl into a woman that had such a great passion that it hardly seemed confinable. Yet, I was a willing submissive for him. I gladly gave over the control - the keys to my heart and soul and the flesh of my body for him to do with whatever he pleased. I found most times that what pleased him pleased me; and because it pleased me, it pleased him all the more. I lived for this - to please him and to make him happy. Nothing else mattered.
It was in the midst of a hot, hot summer when he and I decided to have a picnic on the Blue Ridge Parkway. We stopped on the way to pick up the normal picnic items - chicken, potato salad, macaroni salad, some fresh rolls, green beans, etc. For dessert, we decided to have strawberry shortcake so we purchased the strawberries, the whipped cream, and those little round mini cakes. Having everything that we needed, we headed for the mountains.
There was the slightest hint of a breeze, but the air was hot and humid. With Eric Clapton playing in the background, we joked and we laughed; and we talked about the different houses that we saw along the way. I loved the A-frame house to the left. It reminded me of a cottage from some fairytale, perhaps Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. He liked the log cabin, with the little creek running behind it. They were both nice homes, and it was nice to dream about having something like that one day. It only took about thirty minutes or so to get from the city to the mountains. Once there, I turned right; and our first stop was at the Visitors' Center. Since it was during the middle of the day, there weren't an extreme amount of people there; and those that were, quickly headed towards other destinations along the parkway.
John and I decided that this is where we would have our picnic so we gathered everything together, including a nice throw blanket; and we headed down towards the river. The sun was hanging high in the sky; and the rays of its brightness shimmered off the water, creating ripples of molten gold. It was so beautiful. Even now, I can close my eyes and see it in my mind.
As I prepared our little picnic, John walked along the embankment smoking his cigarette. He was always respectful of me that way. He knew that, not being a smoker myself, I was highly sensitive to the smoke and didn't like it at all.
Since I had everything prepared and ready, I decided to walk over to where John stood.
"Look at this," he said, pointing to a vine that was growing from the ground and wrapping itself around the tree.
"Wow!" I exclaimed. "It looks as if it's embracing the tree." It really was an amazing sight.
I looked at John and smiled. Putting his arm out, he beckoned for me to come closer.
I walked over to him; and he put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.
Since he stood well over six feet; and I was only 5'2", he always had a way of making me feel like his prized possession. It was as if he held me within the palm of his hand.
We walked together, admiring little things along the way; and as I looked up at him, I caught a glint of sunlight as it spilled through the branches. It was shining in his eye, and he looked so happy. We just kind of silently smiled at one another, a certain knowing between the two of us. There were times when nothing need be said. We already knew. We already knew.
Finishing his cigarette, he flicked it off into the distance; and turning around, we headed back. We took our shoes off and sat down upon the blanket. I fixed his plate and handed it to him.
The food smelled so terrific. Everything was perfect and the weather couldn't have been any lovelier. We talked and laughed as we ate. I felt like I was being embraced by nature. The slightest sound of movement drifted upwards from the water, and there was a hushed noise on the air. Since we had finished eating, John decided to go smoke another cigarette while I cleaned things up. I put the trash in a plastic bag to be thrown away; and those things, which we had not eaten, I placed back in the cooler.
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