by Alina Sawyer
The End.
Late to the Theater
You know how I dislike riding in taxicabs, but you insist we take one to the theater. We have been waiting to see this revival of 'The Little Foxes' for weeks. I notice when you gave instructions to the driver you handed him an envelope when you thought I was not looking. What are you up to?
The odors in the cab make me cringe, but your perfume overrides them. It is my favorite, White Diamonds. You snuggle close to me, your skirt riding up on your thighs, sheer stockings shining in the passing lights. I see you are wearing the necklace and earrings I gave you for your birthday and I smile.
Traffic is heavy this time of night, so we edge along in fits and starts. I wonder if we will miss the opening curtain, but you laugh and tell me not to worry. The scent of your perfume is intoxicating, it fills the dreary space where we are sitting and your body is warm against mine.
I feel your hand on my knee, sliding up under the hem of my dress, your breath hot in my ear. I look at the driver; can he see what you are doing? Your fingers creep upward; your fingernails grazing my thighs and I cannot resist spreading them. Your lips brush mine as your fingers graze my silk covered pussy. No, please, what are you doing, someone will see. The driver will see. Why is it taking so long to reach the theater?
I open my mouth to speak, but you place a finger on my lips, kissing me softly. You snuggle closer, fueling my longing to feel your skin against mine. Your fingers caress my pussy through the sheer fabric and a moan escapes my lips. What will the driver think?
You ease my panty crotch aside and stroke my wet lips. Your head drops to my breasts and you lick my cleavage. I lift from the seat and you tug my flimsy panties down and off. I shiver as your fingers enter me, twirling in my dampness, caressing the silken walls. Your tongue skims the edge of my aureole, seeking the stiff nipple. I moan and pull my dress down. Your mouth engulfs my aching nub as your thumb rubs my clit and your fingers thrust deep in my pussy.
I have a clear view of the hurrying figures on the sidewalk, only feet away from the cab window. Can they see us? See you finger fucking me? Your wet tongue traces along my jaw line and you add a third finger to those squishing in my throbbing pussy. Oh God! I am helpless in my arousal. Fuck me my love, fuck me hard.
I feel the pleasure rising in my body, suffusing me with warmth. I shudder as I raise my hips to meet your pumping fingers. I am close, so close, don't stop, don't stop...I forget everything, the driver, the taxi, the city. I live only for your lips, your tongue, your fingers...oh yes...do me...oh yessss...
My back arches, you whisper "Cum for me my darling" and I cum for you drenching your hand. Your mouth grinds against mine, smearing our lipstick as you muffle my scream of pleasure. You rub my throbbing clit furiously, bringing me to the edge again, your hot tongue smothering another scream as I am cumming again on your marvelous fingers.
I slump against the cab's door, the aroma of freshly fucked cunt filling the cabin. I'm sure the driver can smell it, the whole city can smell it, and I do not care.
You pull me up and we embrace. You take my hand and push it between your spread thighs, kissing me deeply. I feel your bare pussy. You have gone commando you sexy slut! Now it's your turn and I tease you, stroking your labial lips with my forefinger, dipping in and out of your soaked pussy knowing you are fully aroused. My tongue circles your ear, and then proceeds down your neck and I nibble at your collarbone while my fingers rub your clit.
Your breath comes in gasps as you are consumed with lust. You growl deep in your throat, grip my wrist and shove my hand into your dripping pussy. Our lips grind together as I fist you, my fingers squishing in your soaked folds, my thumb stroking your erect clit. You pull your dress aside and I suck on your thick nipple as you grip my arm and push my fingers further into you. Then you are bucking against me, little whimpers escaping your lips, cumming explosively, soaking my hand with your juices.
We snuggle together, suffused with the afterglow and kissing softly as the taxi comes to a halt. I look up and see the entrance to our apartment building. We are home. I had forgotten about the theater.
You see the questioning look in my eyes and you murmur, "We'll see the play tomorrow night, love. I've always wanted to fuck in a taxicab." Laughing, we tip the smiling driver generously and head for our apartment, our toys and our soft bed. The night has only begun and you are all mine.
The End.
Unexpected Appointment
"So, how are you and Ron?" he asked.
"He's fine, I guess. We broke up last week. That's why I'm here," she replied.
"Oh?" He motioned for her to get up on the exam table.
Amanda knew this was going to be the embarrassing part. Explaining to her friend's husband that she needed the full exam with all the tests because she couldn't keep her boyfriend happy and he had cheated on her. Of course, the slime ball couldn't have just dumped her. No, he had to continue to occasionally fuck her and fuck the other woman, or women - who knows how long this went on before she found out. It's not like she is ugly. At 5'4'' and 125 pounds she was a well proportioned woman. She had a 36 C cup breast and a nice tight ass that she worked hard to keep. She had strawberry blonde hair that she kept a little longer that shoulder length and she was attractive. But apparently that wasn't enough, she wasn't enough. It has been over for months now, but she just didn't want to admit it. She just wished Stacy would have told Jake about her and Ron, so that she didn't have to. "Yeah, I need the full exam all the tests. Especially the STD tests. He cheated on me, and I don't know who with or how long it went on."
They had been together for three years. Three years wasted! She was now 28 years old and wanted to settle down. But she didn't have any prospects. Why couldn't she find a nice guy like Stacy had? Jake was nice, sexy and exceedingly good to her friend. He was about 6 foot, 185 pounds with dark brown hair and incredibly good looks.
"I'm sorry, but I'm glad you realize you need to be tested. Most women don't even think about it until they show some kind of symptom. Have you noticed anything different?" he asked as he sat down in the rolling stool. The room was a typical gyno office. She was sitting on the cushy exam table which was facing away from the door; the stirrups had not been pulled out yet. There was a small changing room about the size of a small coat closet with a swing door that you could see above and below, the only thing the door blocked was the occupants' torso and upper legs. Right now her winter coat, clothes, and bra and panties were lying on the little bench just inside the door. Across the room was a small cabinet with a sink that stored the more commonly needed medical supplies. There were also several posters about giving oneself a breast exam, the anatomy of a woman's privates and posters about what a good or bad ovary looks like.
"Well, I knew there was something wrong, but I guess in typical female fashion I just wanted to ignore it, I guess. I mean how long can I man go without sex before he explodes?" she replied. Ron may have still been fucking with her while he was cheating on her, but it was only after she would practically jump him.
With an odd smile Jake replied, "I don't know about Ron, but I can't go very long. But I was asking about your health."
"Oh, I'm sorry. If you can't tell I feel a little awkward doing this with you. But no, I haven't noticed any changes," Amanda told him.
"Good. Not that I mind, but why are you here and not your regular gyno?" he asked.
"Well, I don't really know my regular doctor. I mean, I know her, but what if the tests come back and something is wrong? I don't know, I just wanted someone I know to be here with me. Plus Stacy says you have a great bedside manner," she said with her own small smile remembering last summer.
He smiled back at her, "I have been told that on occasion."
****
They had been out at Jake and Stacy's lake house jet skiing. He and Stacy had their own jet skis, but Ron and Amanda had to rent theirs. While Ron, Jake and Stacy had all zoomed out of the "no wave zone", Amanda was a nervous w
reck and could barely hold onto the damn thing. She had told Ron she had never rode one of these stupid things and he was supposed to stay with her, but he hadn't. After a few minutes she managed to make it back to the dock and was getting off when Jake pulled up.
"What's wrong, Mandy?" he asked as she looped a rope from the pier to her jet ski.
Her legs were shaking a little so she sat down hoping he didn't see. "Oh, nothing. Just decided I didn't want to go out is all." She hoped her voice didn't shake as well.
"It's not nothing. Your heart is beating so fast, I can practically see it beating out of your chest," he said looking down at her breasts and then back into her eyes. "Are you scared?"
"Um...yeah, a little. I've never ridden ones of those before and Ron was supposed to stay with me, but I guess that's not happening," she said looking out onto the lake. It was a large lake and she could no longer see Ron or Stacy.
He smiled looking back over at the lake behind his shoulder. When he turned back to her, his smile had vanished. "If you want, I could teach you."
"No, that's ok. I'll just hang around until you guys are done. No big deal."
"It is a big deal. I invited you guys out here, and as such it's my job to make sure you have a good time. Plus it'll be fun, you'll see," he smiled.
"Um...I don't think I can do it. You saw me, I was freaked out and I couldn't have been going more the 5 miles per hour," she said.
"Well, you shouldn't have been on your own anyway. When you learn you should ride with someone first," he said looking over his shoulder at the lake again. "Ron should have known better."
"Oh, well, I would like to go out there and try it. Maybe I could get used to it while someone else drives and then I could drive it on my own," she replied with a wavering smile.
"That's my girl. Hop on."
He had been idling next to the pier as they talked. Since she had been sitting on the pier with her legs dangling all she had to do to get on was lift her leg and place it on the seat of the jet ski. He turned to make sure she was getting on ok, and since she was now standing on the seat with one leg and leaning on the dock, her pussy was level with his face. Good thing I shaved, she thought. She was wearing her favorite and most reveling bikini hoping Ron would want to get busy on the trip. She wasn't sure what was going on, probably stress from his job, but they hadn't had much sex. She was hoping to change that this weekend. The black bikini was small with just two triangles barely covering her nipples and small bottoms that covered her pussy mound, but barely. She was wearing a life jacket, so she wasn't worried about her top falling off and flashing the lake while in the water. Slowly she lowered herself to the seat careful not to fall off the other side.
Jake turned around and slightly shook his head, "All set?" he asked his voice slightly more husky than before.
"I'm ready." She didn't know where to put her hands. So, she grabbed onto the seat underneath her.
"You'll need to hold onto me. It can get pretty rough when you're riding shotgun," he told her.
"Oh, ok then." She wrapped her arms around and placed her hands on his chest on top of his slippery life jacket. "All set."
He grabbed her hands and moved them to the bottom of his jacket. "Here, grab onto the jacket."
She curled her fingers under the jacket and felt his smooth muscled abs clench. He was wearing blue swim shorts and she could feel the tops of them against the back of her fingers. "Now I'm all set."
They took off, slow at first until she told him she was ready to go faster. He did, making sure she was ok all the time. If she flexed her legs she inadvertently squeezed him between her thighs and he would slow down the jet ski a little, he was so in tune with what she was feeling. With the waves bouncing and the wind in her hair, water in her face she couldn't see much over his shoulder, but she was having fun. The fact that a man was between her thighs again wasn't bad either. She squeezed him again just to feel it this time. Her pussy was pressed up against his ass and it felt great every time she flexed. She was getting very aroused.
"You okay?" he asked looking over his shoulder.
"Oh..um..yeah. Do you think I could try now?" she asked. Wait! What did I just ask?? she thought.
"Yeah, sure. It's a little hard to switch drivers out on the water, but we could try," he said turning off the motor. "Ok, lift you right leg across my lap. I'll help you slid around and then you can turn around and face front. Ok?"
"Ok. I think I get it." She lifted her leg across his lap and he turned to grab her waist. Jake lifted her up and slid her around. Now she was facing him, sitting in his lap. Oh my. I need to get laid, she thought. A little breathlessly she said, "Ok now how do I turn around."
With his hands still on her hips he replied, "Now pull you left leg up so you're sitting across my lap. And then as you turn around, lift your right leg over the handle." Once she was across is lap, she completed the turn and was now sitting with him at her back with his hands loosely around her waist his fingertips just resting on the top of her bikini bottoms his palms on her smooth skin. He reached with his hands and showed her how to start the jet ski again. He was now basically wrapped all around her and with her being so horny, she had to keep reminding herself she was taken, he was taken. But it felt good to be in a man's arms, even if it wasn't sexual, for him at least. For her this was the closest she'd been to sex in weeks.
He showed her the speed controls, how to turn and everything she would need to know to get started. He put his hands back on her stomach and then he said, "Let's go."
Amazingly she discovered she was just as tuned into him as he was to her. When he thought she was going too fast for her to control he would unconsciously press his fingers into her stomach, and she would slow down. With the excitement of actually driving this thing, it took her awhile to realize his cock was hard and pressing against her ass. When she did realize it, it felt so wonderful to have a hard cock against her she slowly started to press back into him. She slowed down the jet ski until they were idling again, but she kept rubbing against him, his fingers tightened on her and then he was rubbing against her. Soon they were dry humping each other.
Jake started to move his hands down. He had to touch her pussy, see if she was as wet as he was hard. He slipped his fingers under her bikini and was soon touching the bare pussy lips he had wanted to see at the dock. He slid his fingers down and when he found her clit they moaned together. He rubbed a few circles around it and then moved on to her pussy lips. Slowly he slid his fingers along her slit and then slowly pressed his two middle fingers in keeping the heel of his palm against her clit. As he continued to dry hump her he finger fucked her. He has been a few weeks without sex too. Things were not going well in his marriage and he was tired of being the only one to try to fix it. He was so turned on right now he was about to lose his load in his swim shorts. She was so responsive, so sexy that he could do this all day and never tire of it. He wanted to taste her, but knew he couldn't on the watercraft. As he kept on hand down finger fucking her, he added his second hand to touch some of her pussy juice. Then he slowly brought it up to his lips. She turned her head to watch him and saw him suck her juice off his finger. That put her over the edge and she came. He felt her pussy spasm and clench around his fingers and imagined the hot moist walls of her cunt milking his cock like it was milking his fingers and he came. They moaned and came together as he thrust his hips against her ass one last time.
Slowly they drifted back down to earth after their orgasms and realized what they had done. He took his fingers out of her pussy and her bikini and rested them back high on her hips. They didn't say anything as she slowly started the jet ski and headed back toward the dock. By silent mutual agreement they decided to pretend it hadn't happened.
When they got back to the dock, they didn't see either Ron or Stacy, but their jet skis were back. Jake and Amanda got off and tied the jet ski up. "I think I'm going to jump in the lake," Jake said. "I...uh...need to wash off."
"Oh. Yeah
...sure. I'll see you at the house," she said and she turned to go. As he was about to jump in the lake she called out to him, "Jake." When he turned to look at her, she said, "You know I was really scared before you came back, but I had fun. And...well...thank you. For a doctor you must have a pretty good bedside manner with scared patients." With that she turned and walked back towards the house.
The rest of the weekend trip was uneventful and they never mentioned what had happened. But neither of them ever forgot it.
****
Now Jake smiled at Amanda and said trying to shake off the memory said, "My nurse will be in shortly, so I'll just ask you a few questions first, okay?" He reached over on the wall and grabbed her chart off of the holder next to the door.
"Okay."
"When was your last period?" he asked looking down at the chart.
"Two weeks."
"Are you currently on birth control?"
"No," she said.
He looked up surprised, and then tried to wipe the emotion off of his faced as he looked down. "Any particular reason why?"
"Well, Ron and I had started talking about getting married and immediately started a family, so I stopped taking it," she replied.
Again he was surprised, but this time he was able to hide it. No one knew yet, but Stacy had filed for divorce a month ago. He was more upset that he failed something, than he was that his marriage was over. How sad it that? He had been ready to start a family and that was when his marriage had started to go downhill. Last winter, he had asked Stacey if she wanted to start trying to have a baby, and she had freaked out. She had accused him of wanting her to be barefoot and pregnant and have no life at all. That wasn't true at all; he was ready to be a father. He was an OB for fuck's sake, he liked children. He wanted to bring his own into the world, not just other people's children. They hadn't fucked since. Like she was afraid he could trick her into getting pregnant or something. Then he started to realize she was fucking, just not him. He briefly wondered if Mandy knew that Stacy had been cheating on him. But probably not. He also wondered if Stacy had told Mandy that they weren't together anymore. He would guess not, or she wouldn't be here. He was pretty surprised when he saw her name on his list of appointments for today.