After a while I asked Stella if she wanted to go get some dinner at one of the nicer restaurants in town. She said she’d love to. As we walked out to my truck, she stopped me and asked me to kiss her. I couldn’t believe it, but since we were both a little drunk I was glad to oblige, even though everyone was probably watching.
We had a great dinner, and talked about work, books, music, you name it. She couldn’t believe that a guy like me was into classical music and books, and said what a turn-on it was. I tried to relax and enjoy the evening, even though I was aching to take her home and fuck her. She must’ve been thinking the same thing, because we didn’t linger too long over our excellent wine.
When we got to her place, I asked if she was going to give me the grand tour of her house. She invited me in, and we looked around. Then she put some exotic Arabian music on the CD player, and we ended up on the couch. We started talking, but I couldn’t keep from touching her any longer. I started by running my hands lightly along her legs, and when she leaned back against me I started to stroke her silky hair, letting it slide back and forth through my fingers. Then I kissed her.
All of a sudden we were all over each other. She was returning my passion with even more fire than I had dreamed she would. Within minutes we were rolling around on her Oriental rug, tearing off each other’s clothes. She told me that she wasn’t on birth control, and didn’t want to get pregnant, but I assured her that I would pull out at the right time. All the while I went on stroking her.
We worked our way to the bedroom, though I don’t really remember how we got there. I absolutely couldn’t believe how soft her skin was, and it drove me crazy. She kissed me voraciously, like a starving woman inhaling chocolate. I gave up trying to stay cool next to a woman so hot.
I reached down and slid my fingertips along her slit; it was so amazingly warm and wet that I couldn’t wait any longer. I laid her on her back, and finally gave in to the temptation to bury my tongue inside her cunt. She went crazy, and in seconds was coming all over my face, and moaning how great it felt, while I drank every drop of her juice. Then she begged me to fuck her, and told me how much she needed to feel my cock inside her.
I didn’t need any more encouragement than that, and I slammed my raging hard rod into her throbbing slit. I was overwhelmed by how tight and silky she was, but I didn’t want to come right away; I wanted to make this last.
We fucked wildly, in every position imaginable. Then I pulled out of her and put my cock in her mouth, and she appreciatively and expertly sucked me off. Unbelievably, it wasn’t enough. I had to fuck her again, and I pulled her legs up over my shoulders while I pumped my prick like a piston into her juicy cunt. All the while she was telling me how great it was to fuck me, saying how much she loved my body and my cock, and encouraging me to fuck her harder.
I couldn’t believe my sweet accounting manager was saying these things, and it drove me wild. I was about to come, so I pulled out and started jacking myself off. Then she asked me if I wanted to come all over her tits. Once again I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but I told her I’d love to come on her tits. She started stroking her breasts and her pussy while I watched, which drove me right over the edge. I exploded and shot my load so hard that I thought I’d go blind. It splashed all over her erect nipples and soft round tits. She rubbed my jism all over her skin like lotion, telling me how much she loved it.
I rolled off her and we kissed passionately, while I caressed her face. Then I pulled her close, wrapped my arms around her, and we fell asleep like little kids.
My accounting manager and I have gotten together a few more times since then, and every time it just keeps getting better. We get a kick out of the fact that everyone thinks we’re just friends. Whenever we see each other at work we smile and think about our little secret, and look forward to our next unbelievably awesome fuck.—R.S., Passaic, New Jersey
THE CABLE WOMAN HOOKS HIM UP AND GIVES HIM A REALLY BIG CHARGE
I am a single thirty-five-year-old man. One morning I was lounging around in a T-shirt watching TV, when I heard a knock on the door. When I opened it there was a beautiful lady standing in front of me. She said she was there to check my cable, since I had reported that it was acting up earlier. When she came in I noticed once more how beautiful she was. If anything, she looked better from the back than from the front.
My mind was racing as I desperately tried to think of some way to get her into bed. I sure hadn’t impressed her with the way I was dressed, and I’ve got to admit that my housekeeping isn’t going to win any fair young damsels either.
She checked out the TV in the living room, and said it was working just fine, which actually I could have told her. Then she asked if there was another set in the house. “Yes,” I replied. “There’s one in the bedroom.”
I led her that way, thinking that this was the perfect setup, since I hadn’t moved my copy of Penthouse Letters off my bed. Hopefully she’d be smart enough to figure out what I wanted. She might be into it, or she might not, I thought, but at least I could find out without taking a chance on pissing her off.
She walked into the bedroom and looked at the TV. She said that as far as she could see it was fine, although she noticed that there was no cable hooked to it. Then she turned and saw the magazine on the bed. It seemed to be a very long time before she responded to the sight, although I guess it was probably just a couple of seconds.
She asked me if I believed any of the letters in there, and I told her I did. She sat on the bed and picked up the magazine. She started reading a letter about a man and a woman who met for the first time, looked into each other’s eyes and knew they had to have each other right then and there.
“Do you really think something like that is possible?” she asked. “Just like that? Two people who have never met before?” I nodded and gulped, because my throat had gone dry. She kept reading, her voice getting a little husky as she read about those two going into a wild sex scene. It made her hot, quite literally. She started fanning herself with the magazine, a little shiny sweat popping out on her forehead.
I went and turned the air conditioner on. Then I sat down beside her. I told her to relax, and put my arm around her, with my hand resting on her shoulder.
She said her skin was dry, and needed some lotion. I looked in my bathroom and found some. When I came back she was lying on my bed with her shirt off, her back to me. I started putting the lotion on her back, running my hand up and down the bumps of her spine. That’s such a sexy part of a woman. I felt quite a little excitement as I covered every square inch of her skin with lotion.
I asked her to turn over, and when she did I unsnapped her pants. I pulled them off and started rubbing her chest. I leaned down and kissed her soft lips. That turned us both on. I slid my tongue down to her breasts. I slurped around one side of her chest, then the other, sucking her nipples until they were stiff and perky. I could have spent a week on her boobs, but I had a mission, so I finally had to move along.
As I made my way down, down, down to her panties, I kissed and slurped at her belly button, tickling and teasing her with my tongue. Her pussy was very wet by the time I pulled off her panties. Not wanting to make her wait any longer, I spread her legs and started sucking on her clit. It drove her wild. She was highly orgasmic, and soon started convulsing all over, her teeth chattering as she begged me not to stop.
Then she said it was her turn to do the same to me. I happily flopped down on the bed, and she got on top of me. She started to suck my balls. Then she started to run her tongue up and down my dick. She took half of it in her mouth at once. I told her if she didn’t stop I was going to come in her mouth.
Almost without missing a stroke she said, “That’s what you think.” Just before I shot, she took my peter out of her syrupy mouth. She crawled back up to me and said, “I want you inside me now.”
So I got on top and started sucking her breasts again. I let my dick rub between her pussy lips. She was slick, and I
was slick, so there was no need to go slowly as it slid inside. It felt so tight and hot, and with one push I was in balls-deep. She came immediately, and it made me get hotter, so I fucked her as hard as I could. Her screams were loud and clear and simple. She kept shouting, “More! Harder! Deeper! More!” So I put her legs over my shoulders and gave her all I had. After fifteen minutes I told her I was coming. She said, “Give me all you’ve got,” so I did. She had another orgasm.
Afterward, she held me tight and said that was the best she’d had in a long time. We rose and took a shower, and she told me she had to go back to work. I told her my cable was going to be out next week, and asked if she could come and check it out. She said she would, but I forgot to ask her name before she left. I guess I’ll find out next week.— L.A., Medford, Massachusetts
AN UNPLANNED INTERLUDE CHANGES THIS WOMAN’S WHOLE MOOD
I’m not a prude, but I certainly never expected to pick a man up while I was sunbathing in the park. It just goes to show that you just never know what you’re capable of until you try.
I had just quit my latest temp job, because it was too depressing to spend every day of the summer locked up in a dingy lawyer’s office filing things. The boss had acted like I’d shot his dog when I told him I was leaving. “You’ve only been here two months,” he whined. I told him that if I stayed two more I’d either kill myself or end up as dried up and depressed as everyone else who worked there. Maybe that wasn’t very nice, but if you knew these people you’d have the same response. Hey, that’s the deal with temp jobs. You get paid crap, but you can toss the job any time you want to.
I’m an actress, and I should have been off doing summer stock, but the one job I’d been offered didn’t pay me enough to keep my apartment while I was away, and I hadn’t been able to sublet. Well, you don’t want to hear my whole sad story. I was stuck in the city for the summer. Anyway, it turned out great, at least for now.
It had actually looked a little like it might rain when I set out, but the clouds burned off like I’d hoped they would, and because the weather hadn’t looked so hot the park was quiet. Plus it was a Tuesday; and pretty much anybody who could had taken off for the Jersey shore. So it was really not crowded, and I got a spot far away from anybody else and lay down and turned on my radio.
Before long I was warm and relaxed and had almost forgotten that I was in the park instead of far away in the country where I wanted to be. I was relaxed enough that when I rolled over onto my tummy I untied my top, which I don’t usually do in Central Park, for all the obvious reasons.
I was actually starting to doze off, and maybe I thought I was dreaming when a sexy voice said, “Hey. I’m sorry, but I didn’t bring my radio. Can I listen to yours? Would that be all right?”
Blinking and trying to figure out whether I was asleep or not, I sat up to see who was talking. He was really cute and exactly my type, slim but muscular, not too tall. I was still thinking that maybe I was dreaming, because you know you never meet anyone in real life who’s exactly your type just out of nowhere like that. There had to be something wrong with him. I began to think there was maybe something wrong with his eyes, because he didn’t seem to be looking at my face. Instead his gaze was kind of hanging lower, like he was looking at my—
Oh my God, I suddenly thought. I had sat up so suddenly that I forgot I had untied my suit top, and there were my boobs just hanging out for all the world to see. I never thought they were all that much to look at, anyway. They’re not real big, which is what men seem to like. It isn’t like I keep them a federal secret, but I also don’t display them in public as a normal thing.
I grabbed my top, which was hanging limply around my neck, and started trying to tie it back on, at the same time trying to talk. “Oh, Jesus. I’m sorry. God, what a klutz. I didn’t mean anything. Shit.” I was having a lot of trouble trying to keep the cups on while reaching behind to tie the strings. It was a complete disaster, and my boobs kept winking out, one at a time, as I fumbled.
The stranger valiantly offered to help me. “Here,” he said. “It’s my fault anyway. I shouldn’t have startled you. I’m sorry. Look, should I just go away?”
“No, no,” I sputtered, still struggling with the strings. “Oh, the hell with it,” I angrily said, pulling the top off completely. “There’s a T-shirt in my bag over there. Will you hand it to me?”
He found it, while I cupped my hands over my breasts and examined him. I must have still been in that dreamy state, because as I pulled on the T-shirt I said what I was thinking, something I don’t usually do. “Well, you’ve pretty much seen it all now. What do you think? You want to go rub up against it?”
I really found it hard to believe that those words had just poured out of my mouth, but it was too late to do anything about it now. I just hoped he would be polite about it, one way or the other. He was.
“That’s the best offer I’ve ever had,” he informed me. “I’ll be happy to take you up on it, if you’re really serious.”
I thought about it for a second, and realized that I was, in fact, completely serious. In five minutes I had packed up my bag and we were walking hand-in-hand down the sidewalk in the general direction of my building. Somewhere deep inside me this was what I had always wanted to have happen to me, ever since I’d moved to the big city. Isn’t that why people do move here, looking for a fast life, instant romance, love at first sight?
The second sight of him wasn’t too bad either. He had pretty good shoulders and slim hips. I began to picture to myself what it would be like when he had those hips poised over me and began raising and lowering them, plowing into my moist depths. I laughed.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“I don’t know. This. Life. Have you ever done anything like this? Be honest now.”
“No, I haven’t. My wife would never let me.”
I stopped dead in my tracks. “Oh, shit,” I said. “You didn’t say anything about a wife.”
“You wouldn’t like her,” he continued smoothly. “I didn’t really either. That’s why I left her. Left her, left Boston, left that whole five years of my life. I don’t even know who I am yet. Wanta help me find out?”
His smile was devastating. “Okay,” I muttered, and he took my hand again.
Well, I didn’t have to imagine for long what he was going to look like naked. He was beautiful. He let me undress him, piece by piece, and even walked around the room in the buff for me to admire him. “It seems only fair,” he laughed. “I got to see your breasts before you even knew if you liked me.”
“I still don’t know if I like you,” I answered. “But I think I’m starting to love you.”
At that point he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply. His penis was already hard, and I enjoyed the feeling of it pressing against my tummy through my T-shirt.
Not for long, though. When we broke our kiss he pulled off my shirt so suddenly that I burst out giggling. Once again I was struggling to cover my shy little boobs, while he did his best to get past my hands so he could kiss them. We were both laughing like idiots by the time he succeeded in getting one of my nipples, which was way past erect, between his lips.
I let him think for a second that I’d given in, relaxing and letting him suckle. Then when I had him off guard, I broke away, running down the hall and slamming myself into the bedroom. We had a tug-of-war with the door, which he inevitably won, and when I tried to escape by climbing over the bed he caught me halfway, grabbing me by the waistband of my suit and whipping it off me in one graceful motion.
I stopped pretending then. I fell back on the quilt and let my lover climb on top of me. We kissed again, his tongue blazing paths to every corner of my mouth, and mine doing the same to him. His sausage-like schlong lay between us, rubbing against my mound, my pubic hair. I raised my knees, wanting to feel his hardness between my lips. His balls bounced lightly against my clit as he continued to shift and roll on top of me. It was just enough contact to excite
me, but not enough to really get me where I wanted to be.
I swear I could feel my cunt lips spreading, swelling with desire. Finally I took the initiative, reaching between us to delicately grab his swollen prick and position it at my entrance. He was ready, too, and sank slowly, gratefully inside me. One stroke, two, and he was slick from root to tip, sliding easily inside me, starting to build up a little steam.
I grabbed his cheeks and pulled him into me, showing him just how much I wanted to feel him slamming against me. He responded, speeding up, pumping with long, strong strokes in and out of my slick vagina.
He rose and fell on top of me, and with each upward stroke I watched as his chest peeled itself away from my boobs. My nipples were the last thing to lose contact with him. On some strokes they seemed to stick to him, sliding slickly against his skin, lubricated by our sweat. I was fascinated, watching my nipples get fucked by his chest, and I arched my body to rub them harder against him.
My excitement had three centers, one in each nipple and the third in my clit, which was getting thoroughly rubbed each time his erection crashed into me. All three tickled and burned and itched. The more excited I became the more I wanted to scratch and soothe my delicate flesh.
And then it happened. Without warning an orgasm crashed over me. At first it electrified me all over, making me shake and moan as though I’d touched a live wire. Then it soothed me, calmed me, kept passing through me in smaller and smaller ripples.
His orgasm hit just as mine was subsiding. It was powerful, but he remained completely still and silent, staring into my eyes as I felt his sperm roll into me in a torrent.
Afterward, I worried that it had only been as good as it was because I’d been so unprepared. I thought it was just the excitement of one wild moment. But over the next few weeks we proved together that we could have just as good a time when we planned it. I don’t know how far we’ll go together, but so far so good. I’m starting another temp job next week, which is going to cut into our time together, but that just means we’ll be that much hornier when we finally do get together. I’ll let you know how it all works out.—NA., New York, New York
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