Releasing the tension a little, Bonnie moved her head up and down again, letting Ted fuck her throat. She could feel his balls tightening and knew that he was about to come. Faster and faster she moved, getting turned on by the sound of Ted’s moans and groans. Suddenly, she felt him explode in her mouth, felt the warm white fluid fly down her throat, felt Ted’s hands on her head, involuntarily urging her to take it all.
Ted was spent, but after a few moments, Bonnie announced, “Now it’s my turn.” With that, she stood up, and lay back on Ted’s desk, spreading her legs in front of him. Without any further encouragement, he slid his chair forward until he was between the legs of the red-haired goddess and then began to stroke the inside of her thighs with his tongue. He started about midthigh and worked his way upward, stopping just short of Bonnie’s clit. Then he skipped over her pussy entirely, moving to the other side and licking and nibbling his way to the midpoint of the opposite thigh. After several repetitions, Bonnie’s gasps and sighs had turned to moans and entreaties.
“Don’t tease me,” she cried. “Do it. Fuck me with your tongue, baby.”
Finally, he lightly touched her pussy lips with his tongue, sending a ripple of pleasure throughout Bonnie’s body. Unable to control herself any longer, she grabbed his head and pressed it to her hot, throbbing clit.
“Ooo. Lick it. Suck it. Please,” she moaned. Finally accommodating her, Ted drew the length of his tongue over her swollen clit, getting a scream of pleasure out of her.
“Yes,” she cried. “Yes, yes, yes, yes …”
Faster and faster, his tongue flicked over her clit. She grabbed handfuls of his hair, keeping him just where she wanted him. “Fuck me!” she shouted, at which point he inserted a finger into her pussy, which pushed her over the edge. Bucking her hips in time to Ted’s finger-fucking, Bonnie came in an explosive orgasm. Ted felt her legs tighten around his head as he kept licking and sucking and fucking….
Ted thought that it was all over. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to move again. But she stood, turned around, and bent over his desk. Her fingers rubbed her still-swollen clit and she screamed, “Don’t make me wait, lover! Fuck me now!”
The sight of the beautiful creature bent over his desk, begging for him, was too much for Ted. In an instant, he was rock-hard again. Moving to her, Ted rubbed the head of his dick against Bonnie’s pussy, feeling the warm wetness. Lingering over her clit, he rubbed it with the head of his cock until, taking matters into her own hands, Bonnie grabbed the base of his dick and guided it inside her.
Ted’s cock slipped inside as if he had been made for her. He started thrusting, slowly at first, then faster and faster. He reached beneath her and grabbed her breasts as she fondled his balls. Both were moaning and groaning loudly enough for the entire office to hear, but neither cared, being totally wrapped up in their mutual pleasure.
“I’m gonna come!” Ted cried.
“Wait for me!”
“I can’t!”
“Wait,” Bonnie begged.
Ted did his best to maintain control, but the pressure in his dick and his balls was almost too much. Afraid he’d come before she did, he was thrilled when she cried, “I’m going to come, baby. I’m going to come right now!”
With that, Ted felt her pussy muscles contract around his dick, squeezing him. He let go also, shooting his hot come way deep inside of Bonnie’s pussy. He buried his cock up to his balls, enjoying the sensation of Bonnie’s tight cunt squeezing him. She pushed herself against him, wanting to get every drop. They collapsed into Ted’s chair, Bonnie seated on his lap, her back to him, his cock still inside her.
Looking seductively over her shoulder at him, Bonnie said, “I was told you were a big man in this company, but …”
“Mr. Reynolds?” the voice said to Ted’s back.
“Huh?” Ted was suddenly yanked from his reverie. “I’m sorry. I was thinking about the big project I’m working on.” He turned and saw a figure standing in his doorway.
“Hi,” the voice said, “I’m Bonnie Richardson.”
MAGGIE’S FANTASY
“Step to the back. Come on, folks, move back.”
Maggie shifted her weight from one soaked foot to the other, trying to make her way to the rear of the crowded bus. As she wiggled her hips past an overweight man in a three-piece suit with sour body odor, she glanced out the bus window. “Shit,” she muttered. “Only Sixty-eighth Street.” She found a small space and clasped the overhead bar in a death grip. With her free hand, she hiked the strap of her handbag higher on her shoulder, maneuvered her umbrella so it was held against the side of her raincoat, and set her briefcase down close to her calf. Then she took a deep breath and carefully tucked her purse under her arm to keep greedy fingers from helping themselves.
Maggie was a forty-six-year-old accountant in a small firm. She was only about five foot one, with short mousy brown hair and contact lenses. Her thighs were larger than she would have liked and her breasts were smaller. Fortunately, she knew that Frank, her husband of seventeen years, liked her just as she was. Her children just thought of her as Mom.
I hate rain in the winter, she thought. The whole city smells of wet wool, wet hair, and wet shoes…. She shifted her weight again, hearing her feet squoosh in her soggy low-heeled black pumps.
As the bus lurched forward through the heavy rush-hour traffic, Maggie looked down at the lucky people who had seats. She noticed a seated young man who was calmly reading his newspaper.
YOUTH DEAD IN GANG-RELATED SHOOTING.
FIRE DESTROYS HUNDRED-YEAR-OLD LANDMARK BUILDING.
The man turned the page.
LOWEST FARES IN YEARS TO CARIBBEAN.
Maggie sighed. The Caribbean. She and Frank had traveled to Saint Martin on their honeymoon and had promised themselves they would return someday. Oh how she wished she were there with him right now.
Maggie let her gaze wander to the rivers of water running down the bus window. Reality slipped away.
She was walking along the beach, the sand wet and hard beneath her bare feet, the warm sun beating down on her bare shoulders. She squinted in the bright sunlight and saw that a few soft white clouds dotted the high azure sky. A large wave broke and she felt the spray dampening her skin and the tiny black bikini she wore.
She reached up to brush a lock of long chestnut brown hair away from her face and ran her fingers through its soft waves. She loved to wear it loose like this, letting it fall in long, deep waves down to her waist. As she walked, she felt it sway against the skin on her back.
She glanced down. Her figure was perfect. High, full breasts and a flat stomach, long, shapely legs and slender thighs, all fully revealed in her tiny bikini. And she was beautiful. Her eyes were the blue of deep, peaceful water and were fringed by long dark lashes. Her skin was clear and youthful.
She looked to her right and smiled at Frank, dressed in a tiny kelly green bathing suit, his body young and so tight and sexy. Maggie looked at his shoulders, broad and deeply tanned; his belly flat, with cords of well-developed muscles; his strong thighs and bare feet.
“Your nose is getting a little red,” Frank said. “Maybe we’d better get out of the sun.”
Maggie reached up and touched her nose. It was a little tight and tender. “I suppose we should.”
“How about over there?” Frank asked, pointing to a small wooden platform surrounded by six vertical wooden poles, which, in turn, supported a roof of palm fronds.
“Okay,” she said, dipping her toes in the cool water one last time. Then, hand in hand, the couple ran quickly across the hot white sand and jumped onto the shaded platform, grateful for the cool feeling of the boards beneath their over-heated feet. “It’s amazing how hot that sand gets,” Maggie said. She looked around for someplace to sit.
“I’ll get something. Stay here.” Frank darted away, grabbed an extrawide plastic-webbed lounge chair from the beach, and set it up on the platform. “Rest here while I get us one of those
delightfully sinful banana daiquiris from the beach bar.” He planted a quick kiss on the tip of her nose and started down the beach. “I’ll be right back,” he called over his shoulder.
As Frank walked away, Maggie watched his tight ass move beneath the bright green spandex. She watched the play of the muscles of his back and shoulders. As he broke into a run, she smiled at the beautiful proportions of his body as it moved.
Maggie dusted the sand from her feet, stretched out in the lounge chair, and closed her eyes. A few minutes later, Frank returned with two frosty glasses filled with thick white liquid and crashed ice.
“You look very sexy stretched out like that,” Frank said as he settled on the foot of the chair and handed Maggie her drink. “Very sexy indeed.” Silently, they sipped their drinks and watched the waves.
“Delicious,” Maggie said, setting her glass on the floor next to her chair.
“Almost as delicious as you,” her husband said. Frank lifted one of Maggie’s feet and kissed the tender area under her arch. Then he slid the tip of his tongue from her heel to the base of her big toe. “Very tasty indeed,” he added.
Maggie pulled her foot back and giggled. “That tickles, honey.”
Frank grabbed her foot, leaned over, and bit the end of her big toe. “I bet that doesn’t.”
“Ow, you brute.”
Again, Frank bit her toe, then licked the end and sucked it into his mouth. His tongue swirled over the end of Maggie’s toe, both tickling and arousing her.
“Nice.” She sighed.
Frank set his glass down beside Maggie’s, shifted around on the chair, and pressed the ball of his thumb into the arch of Maggie’s foot. He alternately massaged her foot and sucked her big toe.
“Umm,” Maggie purred. “That feels wonderful.”
Frank placed his hands on either side of Maggie’s calf and began to massage her leg. He dug his fingers deeply into her calf, then stroked her shin with featherlight touches. He then ran the nail of his index finger across the back of Maggie’s knee.
“That’s a very sexy spot,” Maggie said, suddenly breathless. “Maybe we’d better go back to the hotel. You know, take a nap … or whatever.”
“I want to ‘whatever’ right here,” Frank said, still holding his wife’s knee and tickling the back of it.
“Not right here,” Maggie protested. “Anyone can see us. It’s too public.”
“Look around,” Frank said. “We’re in the deep shade and the sun is too bright for anyone to be able to see us. Anyway, there’s no one around.”
“You can’t be serious,” Maggie protested, not too loudly, though. “I mean …”
Frank slid his hands up Maggie’s leg, softly stroking the flesh on the inside of her thigh. He leaned over and flicked his tongue across her inner thigh. “You taste just a bit salty.” He picked up his glass, now dripping with condensed moisture, and ran it up the inside of Maggie’s leg. Before she could squeal, he licked up the wet trail with his warm tongue. “Oh baby, let me love you,” he murmured.
Maggie looked around and saw no one. As Frank continued to caress her, Maggie knew that if they didn’t stop now, they would be unable to stop later. She quickly admitted to herself that she didn’t want him to stop. “You feel so good,” she whispered, giving him consent to continue.
Frank slid up Maggie’s body until he was lying beside her on the wide chair. He placed one hand on either side of her face and kissed her lower lip. She kept her lips relaxed as he kissed and nibbled first her lower lip, then her upper. Then he pressed his mouth fully against hers and pushed his tongue against her lips. She opened her mouth and let his tongue slowly explore the inside of her mouth.
As Maggie moved to press her tongue into Frank’s mouth, he pulled back. “Just lie there and do nothing. Let me make love to you in my own way.”
Maggie sighed and smiled. She would let him do anything he wanted.
She felt Frank slide his hands around her neck and untie the top of her bathing suit. He sat back and pulled the tiny scraps of fabric down so that her full breasts spilled out. He quickly unfastened the lower strap and dropped the cloth onto the platform.
Maggie let her eyes close and head drop back as Frank cupped her breasts in his hands. “So beautiful,” he whispered. “Your breasts are just the right size to fill my hands, and so white and soft.” He used his thumbs to caress her nipples until they were tight and puckered. “And your nipples get so hard.”
He pulled a heavy lock of her long hair from behind her and held it tightly, making the end into a brush. He dusted the hair across her lips and cheeks, down her neck, and across her chest. Then he flicked the lock of hair across her exposed breasts. “So beautiful,” he whispered.
When Maggie opened her eyes and tried to sit up, Frank said, “Just lie there, close your eyes, and let me pleasure you.” Maggie sighed, lay back, and closed her eyes.
Frank bent down, picked up his drink, and held it over his wife’s body. Soon, a drop of cold water trickled down the outside of the glass and dropped on her breast. He used the brush of hair to paint her flesh. Frank let the water fall drop by drop on his wife’s heated skin, then brushed it with her hair.
He let the hair fall so that it covered her right breast, with only her enlarged nipple poking through. He took a large mouthful of the banana-flavored liquid in his glass, then quickly bent over. Without swallowing, he drew her tight left nipple into his mouth, letting the cold daiquiri dribble onto her skin.
“That’s cold,” Maggie protested, twisting away.
Frank placed his palm flat against the cold skin. “Not for long. I’ll warm it.” He massaged her breast with his rough palm. “Hot now, baby?”
“Oh God,” Maggie said.
Frank took another mouthful of banana daiquiri, pushed her hair aside, and sucked Maggie’s other nipple into his cold mouth. As he felt her move, he drew his mouth away and placed his palm against her flesh. He swirled his finger around her breast, ending with all five fingers squeezing her nipple.
He swallowed his drink and held Maggie’s glass so that she could have a swallow, as well. Then Frank kissed along his wife’s rib cage and down her belly. He pressed the tip of his tongue into her belly button, pulling back and pressing as though his tongue were fucking her navel.
Maggie was awash in sensation. She reached out and tangled her fingers in her husband’s long dark hair, pulling him more tightly against her.
“Feels good, baby?” he asked.
“You feel so good.”
“Then take this off,” he moaned, pulling at the bottom of Maggie’s bikini. Quickly, she raised her hips and slid it off.
Frank slid his hands under Maggie’s bottom, lifted her hips off the chair, and threw her legs over his shoulders. He licked the length of her slit with the flat of his tongue. “So slippery,” he said. “So wet for me. You’re hot for me, aren’t you, baby?”
“Oh yes.”
Frank flicked the tip of his tongue across her clit, then sucked and drew the swollen button into his mouth. Maggie’s fingers, still entangled in his hair, pulled him more tightly against her. “Such a hungry girl,” he purred. Then he pressed his pointed tongue against her opening and pushed it into her. He pulled out, then pressed inside again, now fucking her with his tongue.
“You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that,” Maggie cried.
“Not yet,” Frank said, standing up quickly and pulling off his bathing suit. “Open your eyes and see what you do to me.”
Maggie opened her eyes and stared at her husband’s cock. She’d never seen him so aroused. “Show me,” she whispered. “Show me how hard you are.”
Frank wrapped one hand around his cock and squeezed, watching a drop of liquid form at the tip of his penis. It was now taking all his self-control not to jump on Maggie’s body and fuck her until he came. Not yet, he told himself. Make it last.
Maggie reached down and picked up her drink. She filled her mouth with the icy l
iquid and motioned for Frank to come closer. He knew what she was going to do and he walked near the head of the chair.
She grasped his cock and slid it into her mouth. She realized that the combination of the cold liquid and her warm tongue might make Frank come in her mouth, but she didn’t care. As Maggie slid her hands around to cup his buns, she felt him clenching his ass, trying not to climax.
Frank pulled his cock from Maggie’s warm mouth and she swallowed her drink. They had both held out as long as they could, but now they could wait no longer.
Frank knelt between Maggie’s legs, lifted her hips, and drove his rigid cock deep into her steaming body. He used one thumb to rub her clit as he pumped his hips.
Maggie reached around and grabbed his buttocks tightly with both hands. She pulled him closer, then pulled her body back. “You pleasured me; now let me fuck you,” she said, exciting him with her language as well as with her body. “Open your eyes and watch me while I give you joy.”
Frank opened his eyes and watched Maggie’s breasts bounce as she loved him, using her body to fuck him. “Oh yes. Come on, baby,” he cried, watching the ecstasy on her face. “Take it all. Fuck me with your hot pussy.”
His words drove them both over the edge. “Don’t stop,” she cried as they both climaxed. “Not yet.” She came for what seemed like long minutes, using her hands and body to control Frank’s long thrusts.
“Yes, more, baby.” Frank pounded, draining every drop in his body.
Finally, Maggie held him tightly against her as they both collapsed onto the chair. Breathing heavily, she opened her eyes. As she glanced toward the waterline, she saw a young couple watching them. The man smiled and enfolded the woman in his arms. They kissed, then resumed their walk down the beach.
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