His tongue took one quick lick from back to front and he stopped, pulling his head up to look at me.
“What? What’s wrong? Why did you stop?”
“No reason. Just wanted to make sure you wanted me to keep going,” he answered, as he slipped a pinkie into my cunt. He was such a gorgeous tease and he knew just what to do with me. I dropped one foot gently onto his bulging crotch and learned that he wanted to continue as much as I did. I leaned back and scanned the room, massaging his straining penis with my toes. Graceful blooming orchids and other exotic potted plants decorously hung from the posts around the room. Their fragrance intoxicated me.
Reggie had returned to his task placing my feet back on his shoulders. He licked and sucked my dripping pussy while caressing my inner thighs, occasionally pushing a couple of fingers inside. Those fingers made me want his meaty dick and I squirmed and asked for it. But he wasn’t ready for that yet, he said, as he held me gently yet firmly on the table. His warm tongue twirled in and around as he milked my pussy and rubbed my clitoris with his thumb. He placed two fingers just inside my soaking vagina and gently turned them up, toward my pubic bone, pressing on the soft flesh there. The arousing jolt was fantastic.
“Oh my God! Don’t stop.” Reggie pumped his fingers back and forth inside me as he flicked his tongue over my clit. The bell rang in the shop just as I came, gushing juices onto his hand and raising my hips as he drove his fingers further into my vagina.
“Helllooo? Anyone here? Marni? Are you back there?”
Shit. Pip. I wanted Reggie inside me NOW. He stood up grinning, raging erection straining the seams of his jeans. He knocked the stool over behind him and called to Pip. “Be right with you, I need to wash up.”
I scooted out the back door, pulling my skirt down on the way. When I reached my car, I realized I had left my shoes in the storeroom. Now how am I going to explain this?
Savannah Strings
Meaty thighs stuffed into faded black jeans convinced me the bass player was wearing neither boxers nor briefs. Seated in the front row, I leaned back in the plastic chair and anchored both feet to the floor. With my eyes glued on his face, I opened my knees, giving him a shot of my close-trimmed wildflower. I was sure he could see my invitation despite the stage lights shining into his light blue eyes. He grinned and locked eyes with me. A knowing half-smile played on his lips as he plucked his stand-up base with long thick fingers. Familiar moistness seeped out of my pussy onto my pleated plaid miniskirt. With my cocktail napkin I patted dry the tiny droplets of sweat forming on my temples. God, it was hot in here.
Savannah in July is always smoldering , I’ve known since birth, but this brick building with its ancient oak floors soaked up the sun’s rays and held them deep into the full-mooned night. A half-dozen 20-something Nashville musicians in tight jeans raised the room’s temperature another fifteen degrees. Good thing there was a pitched ceiling with slow-twirling fans granting an occasional light breeze or I might have fainted. Better book these guys into only air-conditioned venues.
The last song of the first set began gradually with the trumpet and saxophone players facing one another in the middle of the stage. On the far left the blonde bass man maintained the band’s heartbeat as the music swelled to a feverish jazz number with every member’s hands, lips, arms and toes involved in the music. The crescendo set off thunderous applause from the audience.
Not knowing his name was my excuse to approach him during the break. I touched his shoulder as he stepped from the stage.
“Hey, that was hot.”
He chuckled. “Thanks. Glad you liked it. Looked pretty hot from my vantage point as well.”
I boldly put my hand on his cheek. “I’m Marni. Who are you?”
“Asher. I know. You’re thinking ‘what kind of name is that’? It means blessed.”
“Are you?”
“Yeah, I think so. I’m also hot as hell – wanna step outside before I melt?”
I grabbed his hand and followed him through the oversized barn door.
Once outside, I lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. Asher pursed his lips and frowned, then plucked the cigarette out of my mouth and smashed it on the bricks with his right boot. He leaned back against the wall.
“Bad for you.”
“I … um… can’t help it. I’ve never gotten through that oral stage of development.”
“I think I can help with that. Bring your lips over here.”
I stepped toe-to-toe with Asher’s boots, never breaking eye contact. We were the same height. I could see into his eyes and hoped I saw what I suspected we both wanted.
Asher traced my lips with his index finger. I opened my mouth and took the finger through my lips. I sucked on the finger and swirled my tongue around it before pulling my head back and letting his hand fall from my face.
“Mmmm… How blessed art thou?” I asked, leaning my hips into his, feeling him swell against me. I pushed against his hardness, rubbing myself against his jeans. My pussy walls squeezed involuntarily and I got wetter still.
The lights blinked off and on several times, indicating the band would be returning to the stage in a few minutes. Asher pressed his lips to mine and pushed a card into my left hand.
“That’s my sign. I have to get back.”
I sighed. “So soon?”
“Yeah. Short breaks. Call me later.”
“Better idea. Meet me in the men’s room after the next set? Last stall, it’s the handicapped one on the right. I’m not wearing any panties, either.”
His broad smile lit the night. “I know. And I’ll try. We do have to mingle with the crowd sometimes.”
He held the door open for me and I felt his hand squeeze my ass as I walked ahead of him into the room. I stopped and let him feel my firm bottom, tightening the gluteus maximus to show him I had muscle there. He patted it again and headed for the stage. I found my friends again and plunked myself down into the seat. I was warm and throbbing but wasn’t sure if it was my pussy-- or my heart.
The second set provided a fresh combination of sensuality and controlled frenzy, with the addition of a black songstress. I downed two more glasses of chardonnay. I crossed and uncrossed my legs at least a dozen times. When the trumpet player announced the final song of the set, I retrieved her purse from under the table and bid my friends good night. I kissed Kevin and Allison on their cheeks and walked toward the door. I had time for a quick smoke before heading back in to meet Asher.
Sitting on the toilet seat was not the most dignified position to meet a potential new lover, but I had a fantasy involving sex in a public restroom. Earlier that morning I awoke with my hand between my thighs. I needed to get laid. My mind rolled over different ideas and out of nowhere came the idea of sex in a men’s room. Lying in my waterbed, I imagined grabbing a handsome guy, leading him into the stall, and setting him on the stool, descending on his hard cock. As my mind wandered, my middle finger found my clit and as I felt Mr. Imaginary exploding, I finished myself off with rapid hand motions.
This evening I would see if such a fantasy could come true: to come in a public place and not get caught. Five more minutes passed and the men’s room door opened and closed several times before I finally recognized Asher’s voice.
“You in here?” he said while making a barely audible knock.
I yanked open the door and peeked out. Except for Asher’s beaming face, the room was empty. I pulled him by the shirt into the stall. As we fell back against the tiled wall, he balanced a beer in one hand and filled the other with my left breast.
Our first kiss was hard and insistent, all tongue and wetness. Asher pulled away after a few minutes and took a deep pull on his Heineken, staring at me while drinking. He swallowed, set the bottle on the floor, and slid back into my embrace. We resumed kissing. He grabbed most of my red hair and pulled it back from my face, exposing my neck to his mouth.
“Mmm. You taste salty.”
I laughed. “Must be sweat.
It’s sweltering in there.”
Asher licked my neck as he slid his hand under the back of my skirt. He pushed his hand down further and slipped a finger into my wetness. My head dipped to one side as I moaned and rose to press my chest against his. My hands roamed down his back and slid into the back of his jeans, onto his bare ass. Grabbing both cheeks, I lifted one knee and pulled his hips toward me. With deft fingers, I undid his zipper and pushed his pants down to his knees, my hands gripping the front of his firm naked thighs. My right hand cupped his balls, massaging them for a few seconds. What gems they were. Slowly I moved both hands to the top of his stiffness.
“You are definitely blessed,” I said, breaking the silence.
“And you are definitely dripping wet. I think we have a match.” Asher said. As I rose up on my tiptoes, he sensed it wasn’t high enough and lifted me up another half foot with his hands under my armpits. I hiked up my skirt, tucking the front of it into the waistband. Then he pressed me against the wall and guided his raging blessing under my skirt into my waiting slit.
I felt the head gain entrance and locked my lips to Asher’s. A moan escaped me as I felt more of his rod slide into my ready love box. When I felt his full length, I let out a guttural cry of pain, of ecstasy, of pain, of joy and near release. He let my weight impale my body onto his as I moaned again. He responded with a hard upward thrust and a moan of his own, pumping up and in, up and in, pinning me back against the tiled wall. For one instant I stopped breathing as he paused and seemed ready to withdraw, but then he returned with infinite slowness. He moved deep within me, hips circling, so slowly that I could feel the perfect contact as he moved across my most sensitive exterior part, and then he withdrew and entered me again.
Nothing seemed forced or awkward. We moved together for many urgent moments, my senses lifted to a point of excitement where I could hardly breathe. My arms traveled up and down his damp cotton shirt as I clung to him. Asher shifted his weight and leaned back so that his right hand rested between us. Each time he drew back a bit, his strong musician’s fingers stroked me gently between my legs. I felt my toes touch the floor, and moved my hand down to feel him where he entered me. My fingers were dripping in wetness. I stroked his balls, letting my fingers glide under his shaft, smoothing him back and forth.
He thrust into me and filled me completely. I was free, alive, wet, and hungry, and climaxing with this adorable guy in a public bathroom. I couldn’t wait any longer. I gyrated on him and pushed back to match his every thrust. He increased his speed and plunged deeper as if he would reach through my body to my throat.
“Now. Let go,” he whispered into my face.
My pussy’s contractions milked his stem. Our eyes locked again. His face contorted and turned rose red. His groan filled the room. Neither of us realized how much noise we were making until a head peeked under the door just as Asher exploded inside me. After a few seconds the light flickered again. I felt him withdraw. My knees were weak. He caught me before I collapsed to the floor and held me up, lightly kissing me on the neck.
“Asher, whoever you have in there I want her next,” said the head under the stall’s door.
Savannah River Club
I arrived early. I couldn’t understand why the manager couldn’t meet me during the morning or early afternoon. He was actually rude on the phone, saying he was too busy to see a wedding planner before five o’clock in the afternoon. It messed up my plans for a scheduled trip to Atlanta.
Despite my best protestations about waste and excess, Diana, my newest client, had requested that I set up her wedding reception at the Savannah River Club. Diana’s family had enough money to cover the event, coming from an established old Savannah family, but I thought it was an extravagance for such a young couple. Nevertheless, the client is always right.
So there I was, 30 minutes early for a five o’clock appointment. The club didn’t officially open until 5:30. Only one of the four massive oak doors was unlocked, so I peeked in, saw no one, and tiptoed onto the polished oak floors. “Geez, they sure killed a lot of trees to make this place,” I mumbled. The plant-filled atrium opened into the ballroom, which overlooked the Savannah River in the recently-completed upscale Riverside Park area. My client loved the dark woods and the gold and crystal chandeliers in the main ballroom -- all the trimmings and trappings of an established club even though it was only completed four months ago. It even smelled old. “Probably some nasty chemical sprayed out in intervals makes that smell stick around,” I thought as I stepped into the high-ceilinged room. On the wall near the entrance was a carved sign with an arrow indicating the manager’s office; I headed in that direction.
As I reached the end of the hallway, I found a closed door labeled “Club Manager” with a single pane window at eye level. I slowed my pace, approached from the right side of the door and peeked into the room. About to tap on the door, I pulled my fist away when I saw a woman lying on her back on the desk, with her legs in the air and her skirt up to her ass cheeks. The blonde woman propped herself up on her elbows. I couldn’t see her face but I spotted a head moving up and down between the woman’s legs. At least I thought it was a woman.
Black curly hair tufted above the woman’s white legs and looked like a bad toupee on the bobbing head below her pussy. “Hmmm. Not a natural blond,” I thought. Even though I was ten feet away, outside the door, I heard the woman moan. It was like a live porn show, with me as the sole attendee.
The blond rolled her flushed face toward the front of the office and I could make out that she was beautiful, young, and full-breasted. With one hand the woman grabbed the man’s head and pushed it in and out, in and out, grinding her hips into his face, moaning as she moved. I hadn’t yet seen the man’s face since it was enveloped in the long legs squeezing his head.
“I want you now. I’ve want your bald-headed hermit inside me,” the blonde said as she pulled his head upward.
A slender black-haired youth came to his feet, wiped his chin with the back of his hand, and stared at her twitching love canal. I could see her shimmering juices and determined facial expression.
“You don’t know what you want. First you demand I lick your slippery bush pie, and now you want this.” He grabbed his crotch and smiled. “I don’t blame you. How much time we got before the boss gets in?”
The woman spread her legs wider, raised her hips, and leaned back on the desk. I saw the man’s face when he turned to check if anyone had come to the door. I didn’t recognize him, but I liked his angular face, high cheek bones, and large brown eyes. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail and he wore a chef’s white tunic.
The youth reached for his belt, ripped his pants open, and pushed them down below his knees. His blue-veined steak flew out. I gasped – it was a thing of great beauty, standing at attention, a massive sign of his manhood. No wonder the girl wanted it.
“Hey, c’mon, I need it now.” The woman was rubbing her clit and whining.
“But I want you to suck my cock,” pleaded the youth.
“Not now Roger, I need your monster cock in me right now before I come.”
His right hand circled and pulled on his shaft making sure it was rock hard. I closed my own fingers as if I, too, held the pulsating instrument. I knew he was ready to plunge into that blonde’s over-lubricated pussy. I gasped as the woman dipped her fingers into her pussy, reached down and grabbed the man’s shaft, then wet his cock and squeezed the head. She pulled it hard and let out another sigh of delight.
“ You are beautiful. And I am ready!”
In a flash he moved forward and pierced the waiting pussy. The woman cried aloud. The man withdrew and then slid back in just an inch. Then he came back out, barely in and out, teasing her.
“Give it all to me now. Come on Roger ram it into me. I want to feel you come.”
Roger backed out again and thrust his hips forward. His feet nearly came off the ground as he plunged into the blonde. I watched as he slammed into the waiting p
ussy repeatedly, increasing his speed and intensity.
I could see his face was flushed and the fat purple vein on his forehead revealed his rising pulse. He was almost there, too. My own juices were flowing freely; I wanted to be next. I rubbed myself through my black silk slacks. God, what a beautiful cock that boy had. I could make him do more to me than just ram it in, like the sprawled big-titted blonde demanded of him.
Roger rode the woman, reaching up to massage breasts. He pounded and pounded until he was coming. I watched his face – he was holding his breath and grinding hard into that willing pussy, squirting his juice up and into her warm wetness.
I slipped a hand into my pocket to rub my love spot. I jumped when someone opened a door near the foyer. I didn’t want to get caught watching these two go at it, so I ran to the ladies room before anyone saw me.
I locked myself in a stall and finished myself off imagining that young man licking my aching flesh. After freshening up, I checked my watch. It was a few minutes before five; might as well hang out here a few more minutes before meeting the manager to make sure the coast is clear.
Ten minutes later, I left the ladies room and walked back to the manager’s office. I approached cautiously and looked into the office through the small windowpane in the center of the door.
A silver-haired bespecled man with an athletic build sat behind the desk, typing on a keyboard. He had high cheekbones and a thin nose with an all-over deep tan. No one else appeared to be in the room. Amazingly the office looked completely restored from the tryst witnessed only a few minutes earlier. Whoever they were had escaped before the boss returned at five o’clock.
As I knocked on the door, I peeked into the window. The man turned toward the sound, saw me through the glass, and motioned me to enter. Based on our phone conversation, I had expected a grumpy, past-his-prime, arrogant guy, not this sexy middle-aged man with a quick smile and perfect teeth.
“Hello, I’m Stuart. You must be Marnie.” He stood and extended his hand toward me.
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