Exhausted, she needed help to sit up. She leaned against him as he gently rubbed her trembling body. Eventually, they dressed. She primped her hair and freshened her make-up. Together they left the office and entered the elevator. She looked for her scarf, dropped in the heat of their earlier passion, but could not find it. They left the elevator, walked through the lobby, and into the darkness outside. She gave him her business card with her name and telephone number and returned to the bar where her friends waited.
The security guard entered the office on his final check. He carried the scarf he had found in the elevator. The scent of musk assailed him. Somebody had been here recently. Very recently he mused as he picked up the still wet thong and put it in his pocket. He probably would have interrupted them if he had not started his rounds from the other end of the building. He glanced at the dim red light of the security camera covering the reception desk of the office as he closed the door and headed down to watch the tape.
The End.
Unwinding
It had been a long day and unwinding whilst surfing a selection of erotic stories and downright filthy porn had seemed the right idea, as it so often does. It was a warm evening and as I settled down in front of the keyboard I was wearing only a pair of panties, shorts and a white blouse. My boobs are not especially large and a bra had felt too restrictive in the muggy weather. I logged on and started to flick through my usual selection of sites.
As I read and viewed my hands drifted to my own body. Pushing my hair back, fingering an ear lobe, folding the collar of my blouse, stroking my neck and floating across my chest, fingers finding a nipple. Absently first, then deliberately, tracing the dark perimeter, teasing it out, rolling it. Twin points hardening under the attention of my hands while my eyes drink in the arousal on the screen. Slipping between the buttons, stroking the sides of my breast, a licked finger spreading cool saliva on the puckering flesh. Buttons undone, hands cupping the full weight of my tits, grasping, squeezing and brining a gasp to my lips which highlights my passion and need. I discard the shirt and shorts and concentrate on my desire.
Hands moving lower, over my belly button, slowing as they move through the curls of hair just below it and fingering the edge of the hole in anticipation of what was to come. Moving lower, deflected sideways across the line of the top of my panties, playing with the little bow in the centre, the elastic rough to the touch as my fingers move apart to my hip bones where they briefly pause before continuing to follow the material as it curves between my thighs.
Legs moving apart as my hands meet and touch my inner thighs. Reaching through my legs to press my ass, then slipping back, three fingers laid gently against the side of my lips, brushing upwards to a low moan as they press the flesh together. My body screaming for more, every nerve desparate for me to push the panties aside and fill myself with my fingers, to allow one hand to spread wetness over my clit while the other curls and unfurls inside me. I relish the moment, the wanton feeling and force my hands to move upwards.
Lightly stroking the front of my panties, feeling the strip of hair on my mound, the sensitive bare area to each side. Eyeing the rise of the cotton pushed upwards by the flesh below, and finally relenting, allowing my hands to move along the line of my lips. The yield of softness, the delight in simply feeling the flesh move a fraction, responding to the pressure, my touch so light through the material, maddening, teasing, my fingers enjoying the feeling of warmth and arousal from within.
Moving the digits from side to side, the pads of my fingers feeling my sex parting beneath them, my body responding to the torture of slow arousal with a growing heat, pulse rising, mind filling with images of women and men, sex consuming me.
Too much, and not enough. I slumped lower in my chair, on the edge of my seat, legs apart, grasping my panties, pulling the fabric hard against me then lifting it clear. Cool air and space on my pussy making me gasp. Hand sliding under the elastic of my thong, eager to touch myself,
My fingers slip on my arousal, parting my lips, slipping inside me, stretching myself, filling me. Feeling how wet, hot, slippery I am. Fingers pushed inside me, the pink warmth of my pussy sucking them in and revelling in the fullness. Three fingers, knitted together, pushing them in, stretching the sides, the pressure around my lips as they move deeper, the feeling inside as the tips move and I roll my wrist. Watching them withdraw glistening with arousal, the noises from my sopping wet cunt as they move, my lips clutching at them as they slide out and leave a space.
Panties discarded, my scent fills my senses as I lick myself from my fingers. Pinching my nipple with one hand as my tongue licks the sharp flavour from the other. Urgent now, one hand over my lips, fingers dipping inside me in rhythm and sequence, one moment stretching the next probing deep, the sound sight, feel and smell of my wet pussy pushing me on. My other hand is working my clit, circling it, rolling it, pinching it, moving faster as I build in intensity.
Body hunching over as I find a release, moaning nonsense and obscenities as I shudder and feel my pussy grip the fingers inside it. Rolling on and on, building all night and now my legs twitch, thighs shiny, lips swollen, puffy, slick.
Muscles relaxing as the heat fades. The room is heavy with my arousal, my limbs are heavy with exhaustion and I am left with that warm, comfortable glow. I will sleep well tonight.
The End.
A Lunchtime Dream
I was just thinking about a lunchtime encounter that should have happened, but didn't. It has to do with all the times you called me late at night, asking if I wanted to come over, or if you could come over to my place.
I would always tell you that it was late and that I had to get up early and needed to get some sleep. You'd tell me that you'd just shaved your legs and tell me how smooth they were and offer to come over and show me.
Again, I'd tell you, no. You'd tell me how wet you were and ask me if I was hard, all the time knowing that I was. Again, you'd suggest that I come over to your place and you'd show me how wet you were. And again, I'd say, no.
You'd offer to take me into your mouth! But, again, I'd say no, not go over to your apartment, and end up staying awake almost all night, thinking about you. This is what should have happened the next day!
I'm standing at the copier when you walk up. You say hi and ask how I am. I reply, "Tired, thanks to you". You ask why and I explain. You smile and whisper in my ear, "Next time you ought to come over and I'll make sure you sleep really well"!
I smile back at you and reply, "I'm sure I will". I ask if you have plans for lunch, which you don't, and ask if you'd like to meet me at your place over your lunch hour. We can get a snack, do what we didn't do last night, I'll take you to dinner and we can go back to your place for dessert.
You smile and say, I'd love to". I let you know when I'm leaving, and head to my car. I can't wait! I sit in the car in your parking lot, removing my tie and coat, waiting for you to arrive. I walk over after you pull up.
You're standing beside your car, smiling, as I walk up. Your cotton dress is blowing in the breeze, showing your legs. I smile, watching, waiting to see if I get a glimpse of your panties.You make no effort to hide them.
We step into each other's arms, yours around my neck and mine around your waist, pulling each other close. We kiss, passionately! We break and I smile at you and say, "You look good enough to eat" and kiss you again.
We separate and I whisper to you, "Why don't we go upstairs and I'll show you what I mean". You smile back at me and say, "OK". You lead me upstairs, unlock your door, step inside and lock the door behind me. I'm standing in the middle of the living room and you walk over to me, slowly, smiling, teasingly.
You step into my arms and we kiss, enthusiasticly! I reach up and slowly unzip your dress. I slip it off your shoulders, over your hips and drop it to the floor. I pick it up, lay it over the barstool and turn towards you.
Again, you step into my arms and kiss me. I reach up and unhook your br
a, slipping it from your lovely shoulders, before tossing it to the stool. Again, you step to me and kiss me, my left arm around your chest, pressing your breasts against my chest and my right arm around your waist, pressing your hips to mine so that you can feel my excitement!
I pat your bottom and ask you to lie down on the floor. Smiling, you watch as I remove my shoes, socks, shirt, pants and finally, my underwear. The head of my cock glistens with fluid, and my shaft quivers in anticipation of what is about to happen! As I step over to you, you spread your thighs and I kneal between them.
I lean over you, softly kissing your lips and take a breast in each hand. They are so warm and soft. I begin to play with them, licking, teasing, kissing, and caressing each until the nipple is hard. You moan softly and I can feel you rubbing your mons against my stomach.
I kiss my way down past your stomach and bury my face between your thighs. I can smell your excitement through your panties, and there is a wet spot on your crotch. I then move down to your thighs and kiss the inside of each.
You spread them wide. You are very warm and very wet and I'm excited by your musk! I grab your ankles and put your feet on my shoulders. I ask you to raise your hips, which you do. I slip my fingers inside the waist of your panties and slide them off your hips, over your thighs, knees, calves, ankles and feet, before tossing them aside.
Again, you spread your thighs wide. The lips of your pussy are swollen, enflamed, and glisten from the juices of your excitement. I look up and see you watching me as I run my tongue up one lip and down the other.
You smile! I then run my tongue up the center of your slit, stopping just short of your clit. I run my tongue back down your slit and slip the tip of my tongue inside you. You moan softly. I slowly move my tongue up to your clit, covering it. I can feel it quiver and swell under my tongue.
I take my time, caressing, teasing, pleasing. You place your hand on the back of my head and raise your hips to meet me. I begin by slowly massaging your clit with my tongue. You moan more loudly. I then begin flicking your clit and you inhale deeply.
I have moved my hands from your hips to your breasts, caressing one in each hand. I feel your body tense as your climax approaches. Your hand forces my face against your feverish pussy. You begin a slow satisfying groan as you go over the edge.
Your body convulses and you wrap your thighs tightly around my head. I lay my tongue on your clit and feel it quiver. Finally, your body relaxes. I get up and lie down beside you. You regain your composure and roll over, lying on me.
You kiss me and tell me that this was the best lunch you've ever had in all your life. You ask me if you can do that to me. I respond, "If you'd like". You raise up and begin kissing your way down my chest, stomach, and hips to my thighs, dragging your breasts over my skin as you go.
You kiss your way up the inside of my thigh to my balls. I can feel your lips on my balls as you tenderly tease them. Then I feel your tongue as it flicks them, playfully, then licks them. My cock quivers uncontrollably.
You move up to the base of my shaft and slowly run your tongue from the base to the tip. You glance up and see me watching you, as you lift my cock from my stomach. You swirl your tongue around the head, before slipping it slowly into your mouth.
The feeling is unbelievable! You hold the head just inside your mouth and I can feel your warm, soft tongue caressing the head. I watch as you slowly take me completely into your mouth. I feel the head of my cock on the back of your throat and can feel your tongue massaging the shaft.
You slip my cock from your mouth and climb over me. You raise your hips and slip the head of my cock between the lips of your hot, wet pussy, and slowly take me inside. You reach behind your back and between my legs and take my balls in your fingers, caressing them.
You lean forward, your breasts hanging in my face, and you say, "Let's just see if I can make you feel as good as you just made me feel". I have my hands on your hips and I move them up to your breasts. You smile as I play with them.
You rock your hips, back and forth, stroking my shaft with your pussy. You can tell how much I am enjoying you. You tell me how hard my dick is and how much you enjoy the way it feels inside of you. I lie there, watching you and thinking.
I think about the smell of sex in the air and about the slurping sound your pussy makes as it trys to suck the semen from my cock. I think about how you'll soon have my balls tingling and I'll roll you over onto your back and begin thrusting.
I think about your breasts dancing on your chest and my balls slapping against your warm, wet, upturned ass. I think about my hips slamming into yours until I can't hold it any longer, and with one final urgent thrust, I'll bury my cock inside you.
I think about the look on your face when you feel my cock throbbing inside you as it shoots streams of warm, sticky semen into your eagerly awaiting and highly receptive pussy. Your hands will be on my ass, holding me in until I'm finished.
I think about your fingers, stroking my ass, and your hips, rocking back and forth along my shaft, teasing the last drops of semen from me. You squeeze my balls, bringing me back to the present, and whisper, "I hate to say it, but we need to leave in a few minutes".
I smile and roll you over onto your back, my fingers locked above your head. Your arms are around my chest and your legs are wrapped around my waist. I grind my hips into yours and can feel your pussy caressing my cock.
My balls are screaming and I begin thrusting. You hang on tightly. Your breasts dance and my balls slap against your soft ass. I feel myself going over the edge and I bury my cock inside you. You see the pleasure on my face as you feel my cock quiver deep inside you.
You slide your legs from around my waist to around my legs. Your hands move from my back to my ass and you caress it. I feel your hips rocking back and forth along my shaft, teasing the cum from me. You whisper into my ear, "Give it to me. I want every drop".
I lie there over you, grinding my hips into yours, savoring the exquisite feelings. We kiss, passionately. Finally, I regain my composure. I raise up and we both look down at my cock as it slips from your pussy.
It glistens with semen and continues to quiver. The strips of fur along your slit are matted with semen and the lips of your pussy are covered with it. I bend down, run my tongue along your lips, licking them clean, before leaning over and kissing you again.
I lie down by your side. You throw a leg over my thigh and put your head on my shoulder. I can feel your breast on my chest and your fur against my thigh. I can also feel the semen dripping from your slit. We lie there and relax for a minute until we get dressed and leave. I can't wait for dessert!
Sure wish we had found time to make it happen!
The End.
Dreams
She is there standing before me. I see the sparkle in her eyes and realize that she is so alive. She has told me before that she does feel good in jeans but tonight she has dressed to kill for. I see her tight yet simple dress clinging to her body in the bar when she awaits me to pull her chair back and allow her to sit next to me.
It starts with small talk and how our day went but I can see we both are a littler nervous and looking to escape this bar and be together alone. We are drinking but not alcohol, not tonight for her she is wanting to feel everything just as it is. I ask her if she would like to go to my room and be alone with me and she tells me she would love to. So I pay the tab and off we go to the elevator.
I hold her hand and feel her shaking a little not knowing what will happen in the next few hours but wanting so much to please her. We get to our floor and I open the door for her as she steps inside and scopes out the room. Champagne is waiting for us as I take her coat and notice she looks beautiful tonight, so vibrant and so fantastic. I ask her if she would like to have a drink and she tells me in a few minutes as she closes the gap between us and I feel her right up against me. She so exciting to have against me and I can feel my hardness rise and I have no doubt the she does as wel
l. How could a lady standing so close and so tight against me not begin to feel my hardness grow.
And then the kiss, we kiss so passionate and so deeply. Our tongues are matching each other’s as if it were a wrestling match finding and forcing each other’s tongue to dance together. I can feel her responding to me now as her breasts crush against me. I can feel my lady tense as if she were cumming but yet I feel her driving hard to match our kissing as we take each other’s breath away. Her fingers are gently caressing my neck and shoulders and we continue to kiss as our passion rises. My hardness is fully pressed against her now and she responds by pushing harder against me.
Then my new lover pushes away, she is backing up a step so I may watch as she takes the clip out of her hair that she has wore up for this occasion and she slowly lets her hair fall around her shoulders. Her eyes have changed now, I can see the passion in them as she reaches behind her and unclasps her dress and in one swift motion it falls to the floor at her feet.
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