They both laughed and he set her down.
“You look much better than your picture!” Kate exclaimed. She kept holding him in her arms, not wanting to let him go. The initial rush of excitement hadn’t faded yet and they were both in a state of shock and befuddlement. This was definitely lust at first sight. Bill stared into Kate’s beautiful blue eyes and winked at her. They were past the first test; they liked what they saw. Now it was time for a test drive.
Kate felt like a schoolgirl on prom night. She had butterflies in her stomach and wetness between her legs. Bill, on the other hand, was relatively calm, except for the bulge in his pants. That would teach him to wear tight slacks when picking up a woman. They looked around and saw a storeroom door for maintenance. Enough said.
They went into the small, closet-size room and Bill locked the door. Before he could turn to face her, Kate came up behind him. She slid her hands around his waist and up his chest, ripping his shirt open. Then she pulled the shirtsleeves down, but not off, binding his arms behind him. She kissed his back and shoulders, using her hands to explore his hairy chest and midsection. All Bill could do was moan with pleasure as she undid his pants and slid her hand down the front, grasping his swollen manhood. She pushed him hard against the door and kept stroking him with her hand. Then she ran her long fingernails down the middle of his back and dug them into the soft skin at the small of his back.
For the first time in a long while, she had control of a sexual situation. There was nothing she couldn’t do. She had the power and that really turned her on. Bill begged to use his hands. She pulled on his nipple and whispered, “No, let me have this moment.” As she teased and tugged his hardness, euphoria pulsed through her. Her long fingernails raked against the soft skin on his inner thighs. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse with her free hand. Then she pressed her soft breasts against his back and licked his shoulders as her erect nipples dragged against his back. She longed for his touch as she pressed her nubile body against his large frame, squeezing his throbbing member rhythmically in her hand. Bill pulled his hands free from his shirt. He reached around and grasped her ass in his hands and pulled her hard against him.
She couldn’t help but melt in his hands. The drinks, the passion, the desire was more than Kate could handle. When Bill turned around his pants dropped to the ground, revealing Scooby Doo boxers and his dog sticking out the front flap. She was overcome and slowly fell into his arms. Their lips met and he explored her mouth with his tongue. She succumbed totally and lost control. And she didn’t care. She lay down on the small table and he slipped her out of her wet white panties. As Bill pressed his mouth against her seething hot pussy and moved his tongue in against her clit, she came almost instantly. She was in total abandonment to her senses. If heaven is a place on earth then she was there at that moment.
Bill kissed down her leg to her ankle. When he stood, her leg draped over his shoulder, and slowly pressed his hardness against her wet velvet vice, she leaned back against the wall to support them. At first he just wedged himself at the opening, teasing her with his swollen manhood. Then as Kate looked up at him, he slowly drove himself into her. Bill’s eyes rolled back as her tight sheath squeezed him. Good thing she worked out. Kate pulled her arms back and pushed herself up to brace against his driving force. He pushed against her, slowly at first, then faster. He pulled himself all the way out and she reached down with her hand and pulled him back into her. The incredible pleasure was almost too much. He took long, slow strokes as he slid in and out of her fiery box. She could tell by Bill’s breathing that he was close too, very close.
Kate reached down and started stroking her clit as he quickened his pace. She reached up her wet fingers to feel the side of his face and trace his lips. Slipping her finger into his mouth, he sucked hard on it and bit the tip, sending electric shocks straight to her sweltering hot box. His fingers pulled her nipples and rubbed his thumbs across them as he pressed against her. Bill’s body started shaking and she could feel him swell inside her. She flung her head back when Bill grabbed her upright leg and turned his head to kiss her ankle while he slid in and out of her. His eyes closed as the passion kept building. He reached down and held Kate’s ass tightly in his hand. Then he leaned forward, slid his hand down and grabbed her other leg, lifting it over his other shoulder. He held her spread legs wide so he could pound more deeply. She couldn’t muffle the moans she felt escaping. Her mouth opened and she gasped for air as Bill grabbed her lower torso and slammed harder into her. She shuddered from the tightness and the friction this caused. It was too much for them and they climaxed uncontrollably, together.
A few of her fingernails broke when she dug them into the table as she tried, unsuccessfully, to keep herself up. As her hair hung off the edge of the table Bill kissed her chest softly, licking beads of sweat from between her breasts, caressing her soft, silky skin. She closed her eyes and fell into a special space between reality and heaven. She giggled as he withdrew from her and the juice from their love trickled out. She lay there, totally spent. This is what sex is supposed to feel like.
They slowly got dressed and walked back into the main part of the airport. Bill kissed her cheek and said he needed to pick up his Lexus at the lot. While she stood there, in a dreamlike state of fulfillment and dripping a little, she glanced up and saw a man with a sign. It read “Welcome to Florida, Kate!”
The man was small, balding, and looked like Homer Simpson.
“Oh, Kate, you look even better than your pictures.”
“Who me?” she asked, staring at the stranger.
“It’s me, Bill. You know, cyber-man,” he said smiling and bragging.
“Ummmm, you don’t look anything like your picture. I didn’t know it was you.” Kate stared out the door looking at the Lexus pulling up at the front gate. “I’m a little flustered about all this, um, silly me.”
“I’m sorry. I wanted you to like me as a person first. You said looks weren’t important and, well, I’ll tell you about it in my mom’s car on the way to the hotel. I want to do some of those kinky things we talked about doing online!” snort, snort. “Hey where were you? Your plane landed about 30 minutes ago. I was beginning to worry about you, hot mama. The Volkswagen is out in the parking lot. Let’s go, baby. “
The wind blew through Kate’s hair. She smiled and put her legs up on the dash, letting the air sweep under her sundress and against her body. She finally leaned back into the lap of her cyber-man—well, after giving Bill $2000 for the trip and telling him “Sorry, I have a rash.” At least she met the man of her dreams. And the ride in the Lexus convertible wasn’t bad either.
Who says you can’t meet Mr. Right on the Internet?
The Phone Call
The phone rang loudly at precisely 5:30 P.M. just like every other evening. Janet had been busy lately and the calls to Richard at work were usually necessary information about their upcoming wedding instead of the regular “kissy, kissy, love you” talk you’d expect. So Richard dredged over to the phone and picked it up indifferently.
“Hello?”
“Hi, babe. You’ll never guess what I’m wearing right now.”
“Flannel?” he replied.
“Actually, it’s a silk thong and a matching lacy brassiere that really doesn’t cover much.”
“Uh, Janet, is that you?”
“Well if it isn’t me than you really shouldn’t be talking on the phone with a woman this horny. One who’s waiting in bed for a real man with a bowl of strawberries and whip cream to feed you while I sit on top of you and slowly ride up and down, while leaning back so I can rub that certain spot you said could only be rubbed while you grow inside my hot bush.”
“What’s all this about?”
“Did I tell you that I just finished painting my fingernails ruby red, and I can’t wait to dig them so deep into your back that I leave marks when you climb on top of me and drive your manhood inside of me so deep that it pushes against my cervix, and I explod
e in waves like the ocean crashing on the beach?”
“Okay, what did you buy and how much did it cost?”
“You’re going to think I’m crazy, but I can’t even go grocery shopping without thinking about sex with you. I went to Lucky’s and could barely control myself. First, grabbing the bananas. I had to have one. So I peeled one and pushed the whole thing in my mouth until it was touching my tonsils because I thought that if I could do this I might be able to handle all of you. But a banana is no comparison, so I bought a cucumber. I had to find just the right one. The other women asked me what I was doing when I kept moaning whenever I grabbed a firm, smooth, thick cucumber. So I told them I needed to feel my Richard or have something close to his size in my hands to stroke. They all wanted your phone number when I finally showed them the cucumber that was just your size. The scale nearly broke. In the car I was so wet that I just laid it between my legs so I could imagine you there, every bump in the road rubbed me against it and almost made me climax.”
“Babe, are you taking those herbal vitamins Marilyn was selling or something?”
“You know just talking to you and saying your name, Dick, is making me so hot that I’m going to slip out of these damn confining panties. Ooohhh. These things are like a straightjacket for my passion. Wow. They’re so wet just from thinking about what we’re going to do when you finally get home. Mmmmm, god, I can just imagine you caressing my body with your big strong hands. Whoops! I just slipped my finger into my mouth and bit the tip, but I know you don’t like me to bite. But I don’t mind you biting a little on the tips of my nipples. Oooohhhh, or on my lips when we kiss. Or my other lips when you’re spending what feels like an eternity between my thighs with your tongue darting in and out of me while you lap up the flowing juices that only you can release.”
“I don’t care what you’ve done or how much it costs, having you tonight will be worth it!”
“Ooooohhhhhh! I am on fire. Dear me, I can’t wait much longer. This is torture. Like a building wave before it breaks and sprays it’s wetness across the beach until it builds again, and again. This is so unfair. Can you get off sooner so you can get me off? You don’t know how badly I need to let go. Mmmmmmmm, I can fit three fingers inside of me. Please come home. Now. Please hurry! I can’t wait another second. Get your ass over here! Oh please, come to me. Now, now come to me.”
Fuck this! “Scott I need to get home right now. I know you can’t pay me for this, but it’s an emergency!”
“Yo, dude, you’re out of here. Just fill out your timesheet and you’re gone,” Scott said.
As Richard furiously rummaged through the paperwork to get his timecard, Scott walked up to him.
“Hey Rich?”
“WHAT MAN? I’M IN A HURRY!”
“Your fiancée just called and said to tell you not to rush home. She said that the cucumber she bought at the store was perfect and the ocean waves have subsided, and she’s exhausted. Whatever that means.”
The Piercing
Music blasted loudly through the house. The party was at its peak. People were buzzed and a thick layer of smoke floated above the crowd. It was Rachell’s first party since starting college.
She was a “Goth” and so she’d always been a little different from everyone else in high school. She wore black and had jet black, shoulder length hair, and had a few piercings. She was tall with a medium build and a great set of…umm…. We’ll say she filled out a shirt well and loved wearing leather pants. Other than that, she was quiet and quite smart. She’d received a nice scholarship to Cal Berkley and wanted to start anew. This was a chance at a new beginning. She was 19 and all the horrors of high school were over.
Lars walked into the party with his friends and scoped out the scene. Dressed like he was, he demanded attention. His leather jacket had chains on it. His Mohawk was snot-green. And his ear, nose, eyebrow, and nipple piercings were proudly displayed. His eyes locked instantly on a vision. He stared at Rachell, like a deer into headlights.
“Damn,” he thought to himself. “She’s hella fine!”
The hair on the back of her neck stood up and Rachell knew someone was looking at her. Nonchalantly, she looked around the room. When her eyes met Lars, it was mystical. The room became quiet and her vision was filled only with him. Of course the drinks could have had some effect on that too.
“Damn,” she thought to herself. “He’s hella fine!”
He awkwardly walked up and started talking gibberish to her, which she couldn’t hear because the music was so loud. She smiled and acted amused, oblivious to the room, and just watched him. She tried to read his lips while he talked, but her mind was envisioning kissing his lips. She thought about exploring his mouth with her tongue. She imagined his mouth caressing her body. The twinkle of silver in his mouth showed he had a piercing. Because she had one too, she knew what someone that was talented with a piercing could do during sex.
They yelled back and forth and they laughed as the party got louder and more furious. They had an eclectic chemistry between them. Six screwdrivers for her and five rum and Cokes, two beers and a shot of Jose Cuervo made a lot of chemistry. He had another shot of Tequila and kissed Rachell. The sour tang of the drink mixed with the sweet taste of her lips. Lars kissed her again and she ran her fingers along the tips of his spiked Mohawk hair. Their tongue piercings clinked in their mouths, making them both laugh.
Rachell felt loose and relaxed and very horny. She leaned over, resting her hand against Lars groin, and whispered softly in his ear, “Let’s go upstairs.”
“What?” Lars yelled, not able to hear her.
“Let’s go upstairs.” She said again a little louder
“I’m sorry babe. I can’t hear you.” Lars yelled.
As the music paused, she screamed, “I WANT TO TAKE YOU UPSTAIRS SO WE CAN FUCK!” In the quiet room, people looked around at Rachell, grinning and giggling.
They went upstairs. And, room-by-room, they opened each door to see beds occupied by college coeds and even college team mascots, the mule was a bit kinky, having sex. When they opened the bathroom door Lars smiled and yanked her in. Then he locked the door. She didn’t even know this guy but he made her feel great about herself since he was a little different too. As they mashed their bodies together against the bathroom wall, his hands groped and fondled her flesh like an animal. Her own hands kept a steady feel grip on his growing cock.
Their lips parted and she shoved Lars away and stepped back against the bathroom sink. Rachell leaned over and pulled her shirt down over her shoulders to expose her sheer bra and the nipple hoops piercing her and pressing through the fabric. Lars bent down and kissed the nipples through the fabric, flicking the hoops. The wetness of his mouth moistened the fabric and Rachell pulled the straps aside, letting them fall. Lars pulled the bra down and stared at her breasts.
She had perfectly round breasts and two small loop nipple piercings. The nipples stood out strong. He licked his lips as they swayed while she took her shirt off. Rachell lifted her ass up onto the countertop and Lars pushed her backwards to lie on the porcelain. He kissed her tummy and moved up to her breasts, holding them firmly in his hands. He grinned and licked her nipples and the tink, tink of his tongue piercing against her loops made her shiver and squirm. Wetness gathered between her lips, both sets of lips. His mouth encompassed her nipple and pulled up on the loop causing her to cry out in bliss. Her hair fell back as she leaned back to expose her neck and chest to his wandering eyes. She was so fresh, so sensual. No man had ever used her nipple piercings correctly, but Lars had her climbing the walls wanting him.
All the while, her legs were parted and Lars’s chest rubbed against her inner thighs, making the inferno of desire deepen. Lars’s hand found her pants and grasped her crotch through the fabric, feeling the heat and wetness through her spandex. She sighed and grabbed his face to kiss him hard. She bit his lip as he pulled back. She wanted him badly and wasn’t going to be denied satisfaction. She
was so aroused there was actually a wet spot on the fabric. Rachell lay across the bathroom countertop like a dinner tray and Lars planned to eat the entire buffet.
Lars’s hand searched inside her pants and, when he discovered she wasn’t wearing any underwear, he moaned. He licked her tummy and bellybutton piercing. As he peeled the spandex down and his mouth followed it. He kissed her black pubic hair, which glistened distinctly with her desire as he continued to pull her pants down, over her thighs then her calves and finally off. Lars moved down to her feet to spread her legs apart and saw the luscious, wet labia. A paradise where a man can lose his mind and free the beast, wanting to play forever. Her mouth watered and she closed her eyes as Lars found her clit piercing with his tongue. He showed her no mercy as he vigorously sucked and licked her clit. Rachell wiggled and moaned, her pussy awash in his saliva. He thrust his tongue in and out of her, flicking her clit piercing with his own tongue piercing.
The bathroom counter became slippery and wet. As she wiggled and thrashed, closing in on an orgasm, Lars spun her around. He moved her so that her legs hung over the side and her back pressed against the mirror. Her bottom rested right on the edge. He knelt in front of her and pushed both of her legs up. Rachell grabbed her thighs and Lars sucked on her clit, pulling the piercing with his teeth. As he slid his index finger deep inside of her, making her groan, he squeezed a handful of her ass in his other hand, molding it like clay. He rubbed the opening with his thumb while his finger kept probing her and his mouth assaulted her clitoris.
Her orgasm was hard and intense. Her neck ached from pushing her head against the mirror. The spasms of ecstasy made her jerk and wiggle. A gleam of sweat covered her stomach and she felt moist and relaxed. She giggled as Lars kept licking her. After one last, deep suck, Lars stood up and kissed her tummy and each breast softly, then he kissed her mouth passionately so she could taste her own juices.
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