Angela's Portfolio Ch. 1

Angela's Portfolio Ch. 1
by Angela Ashe ©

April 15th is fast approaching. I looked over all my tax stuff the other day. Oh shit! Brought back memories of a few months back when I was audited by the IRS for last year's return.

I am a high-priced call girl. Very high-priced. I doubt you could afford me. But I'm worth it. I file a tax return reporting all my income. Surprised? It's not that unusual. Really. The elite of our profession are competent business women, most are very educated and intelligent. Surprised? I have an MBA from a prestigious university. This is business. The business of sex. Supply and demand. Sex sells. Pillow talk also has its rewards. Some of my favorite clients are, well I won't mention names, but insider-trading leads to wise investments.

I was audited because of some unusual business expenses I claimed, particularly related to my office. You see, I move my office around and never spend more than a week in one place. Precautions. Most of my offices are in and around Las Vegas. I do spend some time in Reno, Denver and Salt Lake City also. And let me tell you, those Mormons are horny dudes! Must be because they had to give up polygamy. Almost as horny as Catholic priests, especially the Polish ones, although the Mormons don't usually beg me to fuck them in the ass and they will eat pussy if it's salty.

When I received notice of the audit, I requested the IRS auditor meet me at my current office in Reno. I told James Street, the auditor, it would be best if he actually saw what these offices of mine were all about. He got permission from the head honcho to conduct the audit at my place.

My office during that week of the fateful day of the IRS audit was a luxury two-story suite at the largest hotel and casino in Reno. Last time I had the Safari Super Suite but this time it was the Roman Super Suite. It was a two-story penthouse of more than 4,000 square feet. There was a dramatic circular stairway, three luxurious bedrooms and five baths. The master bedroom had hand carved classic Italian marble statues of Roman heroes and gold gilded hand carved furniture. Two cast bronze lions were at the foot of the lavish canopied bed. The formal dining room had cut stone arches, marble columns and gold leafed Corinthian capitals and frieze rims, imported Italian Bottocino marble floor and walls with gold tile features and hand made mosaic murals.

The IRS auditor, James Street, arrived at my "office" almost an hour early. I had just woken and was still in my jammies. I padded to the door in my bare feet, wearing an imported white cotton pajama bottom with cropped legs, a drawstring waist and embroidered with cute little kittens. The handkerchief matching top was in my left hand as I opened the door with my right. I couldn't do the hook-and-eye closure. At least not at that sleepy-eyed moment. I didn't want to keep the IRS waiting.

James and I hit it off right from the start. I think I startled him with my candor. I guess he was used to suspicious and apprehensive types. "James, you just ask for whatever you want, whatever you would like to know. And please call me Angela."

"Thank you, Angela, I will. I must say you are a very, very attractive young lady."

"Well, thanks James, but I assure you I look better when I have been awake for half an hour and have had my first cup of coffee," I replied as I struggled to fasten the handkerchief top. "You are quite early."

"Yes, Angela, I'm sorry, I should have called. My first audit of the day ended early. I had to call the sheriff. I think Mr. Lewiston, my first appointment, is on his way to prison for tax evasion. You would not believe the scams that some people try to pull."

"I can just imagine, James. Let me assure you that I want to pay my fair share to Uncle Sam and would never do anything I thought was illegal or unethical."

"I believe you, Angela. You have such an innocent and honest face. Let's get started if we might. What exactly are the nature of these personal services you provide?" James asked innocently. "On line A of your Schedule C all you put down for business or professional activities was 'personal services.' What to you do?"

"I am a masseuse. A very special masseuse. Not only do I massage the body, I massage the mind. That is what makes my personal services very distinct, innovative and expensive."

"That's difficult for me to picture, Angela. Can you give me a detailed description of exactly what you do?"

"I'll do better than that, James. Let me show you. It won't hurt, I promise. You will understand much better if I demonstrate."

"Well, I uh, I don't know, I uh ... "

I grabbed him by the hand and led him up the spiral staircase to the master bedroom. "Just sit on the bed, James. You don't even have to take off any clothes if you don't want to. This is not a sex thing. Didn't you ever have a real massage before? Just pretend I'm a masseur, you know, a guy. A straight guy who just gives other straight guys a massage. You look a little tense. I guarantee you will be totally relaxed and re-energized by this experience."

"OK, Angela, but I would have great difficulty pretending you are a guy. A massage might help my aching back. I see a chiropractor twice a week and it doesn't seem to be doing much good."

"Good boy. Now we'll start with your hands. You must write vociferously and use a computer incessantly. Although men certainly are not as prone to carpal tunnel syndrome as women, a man's hands should not be neglected."

"James, you have very strong but gentle hands." I placed my thumb on his palm and gently pressed and massaged the back of his right hand with my fingers, rubbing between the tendons of his fingers. The soft area on his palm below the thumb and below each knuckle was next. Then I worked on the tips of his thumb and each finger, pressing and pulling tenderly. I switched to his left hand and purred, "James, do you like a good hand job?" He blushed and I thought he looked cute when he was embarrassed.

Next I pulled off his shoes and socks and started tickling his feet until he mildly protested. I pressed and massaged the tendons on the back of his left foot, and then concentrated on the ball of his foot between his big toe and the soft area below his other toes. I worked on the first joint of each toe by pressing on the bottom and top with her index finger and thumb and gently pulled forward for a few seconds. He sighed when I began to rub his arch and heel expertly. I then switched to his right foot. And you should have seen him squirm when I began to suck his toes!

"No, no, Angela, please stop!" He squealed as I slurped on his big toe.

"Yeah, right, James, do you stop when a girl says 'No' to you? I don't think so." I did let his squirming big toe loose after a few more minutes.

"OK, James, now what's really hurts and throbs? What would you like me to rub and suck next I wonder?"

"Uh, Uh, well, uh ... "

"Your back? We can do that!"

"Angela, I think you made a typo on line C of your Schedule C. You list your business name as 'Angela's Ass.' Isn't your last name Ashe?"

"Yes, James. My eyes are bad. Hey, don't I get another deduction for that? I forgot that one. Is your hair red?"

"No, it's blond."

"See what I mean?"

"Yes, yes, I do. We might be able to adjust your return for that, uh, what are you doing?"

I undid his tie and removed it, along with his white silk dress shirt. He was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and I was surprised at how muscular he was. "Hey, you work out!" I commented as I admired his arms. I love those arms on a guy where the veins stick out in his forearms and biceps, but he doesn't look like a weightlifter. I just love the look of veins popping out somewhere else also.

"Yes, Angela, I'm into martial arts and I used to wrestle in college, I almost made the Olympic team but I screwed up my knee."

"Well, I'll just have to rub your knee for you when I'm done with your back. I love wrestling! I could whup you I bet!"

"I don't think so, Angela."

"Well, we'll just see about that, when I'm finished with your massage. Now face down on the bed, dude."

I began by smoothing down his back muscles on both sides. I used equal pressure with my fingers and the heels of my hands along his side, shoulders and neck. I moved along his side and faced his head and repeated the long smoothing strokes, going slightly deeper with each pass. Next I split my index finger and middle finger, placing my hand over his spine, with each of my fingers in the groove between his spine and Erector Spinae muscles, and I placed my right hand over my left hand.

"James, I should undo your pants if that's OK with you."

"Uh, yeah, sure Angela, whatever you need to do. God, this feels good."

"I'm glad you like it, James. You will feel like a new person when your done and I stick a fork in you." I couldn't help giggling and he laughed.

"James, nice camouflage boxers. Oh my, you guys and your underwear. Are you making a fashion statement?"

"No, Angela, I, Uhhhh, that feels good." I was working his buttocks area by pushing down with the heel of my hand and then pulling back with my fingers in large fluid circular motions. Then I began to use my elbows, working from his lower back to the top. Each stroke was deeper and slower than the previous one, but very gentle. Fifteen minutes later he was all rubbed up and down.

"OK, James, let's wrestle!"

"Angela, you can't be serious. I'm much bigger and stronger than you are."

"Me no care. You'll see. I have Native American blood. No way you can beat me at Indian wrestling. I'll show you how." I positioned our bodies so we were lying on the bed on our sides facing each other with our feet touching. My left foot was braced heel to toe against James' right foot and his right foot was hooked around my left foot and vice versa for my left foot.

"OK, James, now clasp your hands under your knees, and when I say 'go' try to flip me over using only your foot. Are you ready? Go!"

I flipped him three times and began to laugh so hard I was crying. "It's all in the technique, James," I whispered. "I bet you could pin me if you really wanted to."

"Yeah right, Angela. I can't believe you did that to me so easily."

"James, there are probably other things I could do to you that you might not believe. But I simply must bathe now and change because I soon have to leave for a very special appointment with a very important person."

"A famous politician?" James asked politely.

"More important than that. He is one of the real leaders of our country. Mafia. James, give me ten minutes to run the water and get in the tub and then you come into the bathroom and you can ask me more of your questions, OK?"

"Sure, Angela. Whatever you say."

I luxuriated in the bubbles and whirling water for almost forty-five minutes. James sat on the edge of the tub, trying unsuccessfully not to look at me, asking question after question about my various deductions and the like.

"Angela, I don't understand what you did for line 13 regarding depreciation. What exactly are you depreciating here?"

"Pussy."

"Say what?"

"Pussy. That's uh, well, the name of my computer, Pussy. You know I like kittens because you saw my jammies. You can depreciate computers, right? I use it for cybering."

"Well, yes, Angela, in some situations you can depreciate computers. What exactly is cybering?"

"I like make out on line. You know, make deals. Consummate agreements. Do the deed." I thought it was time for a distraction as I rose out of the water.

"Uh, uh, yes, I see Angela."

"James, I'm getting out now so don't look." He did look out of the corner of his eye as I knew he would. I wrapped the large towel he handed me around my body. "Let's go back into the master bedroom so I can get some clothes on."

I picked out what I wanted to wear from the huge walk-in closet. "James, you can look if you want. You can watch me dress. I mean, I'm sure you have seen naked women before."

"I better not, Angela. Yes, I have seen a few naked women. But I think we better keep our relationship totally professional."

"Yes, James, you are right. Professional. OK, you can turn your head and look now. I'm dressed."

"Oh my God!" he stammered. "Where are you going looking like that?"

"What are you my father now, James? I'm wearing a coat over this, silly boy."

I showed James my wet and wild black wicked collar jacket which barely came down to mid-thigh. He kept staring at the sheer body stocking I had put on. The bikini design did provide an illusion of modesty for private areas. The body stocking was black with stretchy spaghetti straps and an open crotch. Also I had slipped on the vinyl lace-up gloves which were long enough to cover my elbows. And of course the six inch black leather spiked heels.

"Can I ask you one more question, Angela, so that we can fully resolve this audit?"

"No, James, I'll ask you one more question so we can fully resolve this audit. Would you like a five minute blow job?" I didn't wait for an answer. His belt was already undone, I unzipped him all the way and dropped his pants and camouflage boxers to his ankles. His cock looked very small and I was rather amazed at how large it became in a matter of seconds.

After I sucked him for five minutes and he still didn't seem close, I think he was enjoying it too much, I slipped my hand inside the open crotch of my body stocking and quickly got myself ready and wet for what was next. I stood up and pulled James against me pressed up to the wall. I lifted my legs up and around him, slipped him inside me and begged, "Fuck me, James, fuck me hard!"

Several minutes later James concluded the audit with, "Angela, let me assure you that your tax return and the business expenses and deductions you claimed are entirely legitimate. I might suggest that you include those five minute blow jobs and three minute stand-up screws in the personal services you provide. You could certainly make twice as much money."

"Now there is an idea, James! I'll think on it. Well, it was a pleasure meeting you and I'll probably see you again next year."

"You can count on it, Angela. I just wish I could audit you more than once a year. When I joined the IRS I never thought talking about seductions, 'er I mean deductions, could be so stimulating. Incidentally, my rough calculations indicate you will be receiving an additional refund of $16,032.71 but I'll figure it out exactly when I get back to the office."

"Thanks for cumming, James," I said seductively as I closed the door behind him. I immediately opened my diary and began a new entry, "Fucking the IRS."

And Then It Happened

And Then It Happened
by mayi ©

We all have dreamed about the moment in time when it happens, when you think life has set your course and then something changes it. I was not expecting it to happen to me at this time, with this person, but as we kissed the whole world for me changed. I have heard, but I never knew that what I was feeling was possible, that someone could make such a different is such a short period of time. And what a difference he made how he set me on fire, sent me to...... well I'll let you read it and find out what I am talking about.

"Your turn", as I hear you say those words my thoughts are lost. I can feel you breath on my ear and your hands on my shoulders. All I can do is look into your eyes. My senses are alive with anticipation. The desire I have for you, I see reflected in your eyes and I feel in your touch. You look at me with a smile that tells me you want to pleasure me in a way I have never known. You take my hand and ask me to follow you. You turning the shower off and lead me to the hot tub.

As we enter the room, you lean over to me and whisper in my ear, 'Let me take that suit off, let me see what I have been wanting so long to see, to hold, to love.' You slide the straps off my shoulders caressing my skin, sending electricity through my shoulders. You slowly move your hands to the front and gently pull the suit off my breasts. I hear you moan as they are exposed, 'Oh god, they are beautiful'. I feel you body tense, I know you are holding back wanting to take your time, but wanting to feel them in your hands, in your mouth. You slip the suit to my waist freeing my arms. You cannot stop yourself any longer as you see my nipples rising under your gaze; you reach up and flick the tip. ' OH YES', it is almost a scream as I say it. But you stop, 'Not yet, I want to experience your whole beauty before I continue.' And with that you continue to remove my suit, sliding it over my hips, past my mound and down my thighs letting it drop to the floor. Then you lead me to the hot tub stepping in and holding my hand as I do.

You place me so that the jets are brushing at my breasts and pussy. Then you slide your hand down my thigh, down my calf reaching my foot. You set down across from me messaging my foot and I lay back and enjoy the feeling of the jets, they keep me at a constant state of arousal without letting me go over the edge. As I drift in and out of constant highs and the feel of your hands on my feet, I am caught off guard when I feel your tongue on my toes. I open my eyes in shock, seeing the smile on your face and the look in your eyes, I watch as you suck on each toe. Kissing it, licking it, almost as if you are making love to each and everyone. When you finish with them you kiss the bottom of my foot to my heel then across my ankle, and up my calf to the back of my knee. Massaging my leg as you go. Just when I think I can take no more, you stop. Once again I open my eyes and see you looking at me. You reach for my hands, pulling them away from my tits. "Not yet babe, I'm not ready for you to cum and no playing with yourself." Without knowing it I had been pulling at them while you were working your magic on my foot. You then pick up the other foot and work the same magic to it you had to the first one. But instead of stopping at the back of my knee, you slide up between my legs and kiss from the valley between my breasts to my lips stopping only to caress my skin with your hands.

You brush over my lips and before I can react you pulling back. I look into your eyes and with one movement you pick me up and set me on the side of the tub. This puts my pussy at the same height as your face. But you don't even look at it; you go back to my legs. Kissing, licking, caressing and stroking you work your way up my legs first one side then the other, not missing a spot. With each touch I cannot stop moaning. I touch your hair with my hand, trying to keep my mind on the ground, because you are sending me to such heights, I am alive like never before. You kiss my inner thighs and that does it, I cannot control myself any longer, I moan out as I cum, "Oh yyess. Oh God Please stop teasing me, please gives me that cock of yours. I need to have you in me, fucking me" I hear you chuckle and answer, "Not yet, I want to taste your sweet nectar, I want you cover my face, before, you cover my cock."

With that you bring your hands to my pussy, gently, slowly running your finger down my slit, spreading my lips as you go. I catch my breath with anticipation of what is next. You lower your head, I hear you breathing deeply, know that you are trying to take the scent of me deep in your mind. I look down just in time to see the twinkle in your eyes as you open your mouth and take all my pussy in your mouth sucking it like you were sucking one my lips during our kissing. I feel your tongue fucking my hole like a cock, with the tip curled stroking all the right spots. Just when I think I can't go any longer, I feel you finger stroking down my crack and teasing my bum hole. That is all I can take, I start shaking like I have never before, I cum with such force, I don't notice that you have inserted your finger in my ass and are pumping it. I hear myself screaming with such pleasure, that it brings me back to some consciousness, as I grab on to your head and rock my hips, fucking you back, and riding the orgasm not wanting it to end.

Before I have time to recover you pull me off the edge of the hot tub and onto your lap. With just a slight push you ram your cock into my pussy as it is still pulsing for my orgasm. The feel of your cock in my cunt and the smell of my cum on face send me into yet another uncontrollable orgasm. But with this one you pump me with you cock.....my hands on your shoulders holding as you pinch my nipples and knead my tits. All I can do is moan and cry out with pleasure. Knowing I will never have this kind of experience again, knowing that all the weeks of watching you and having you watch me has brought us to this point. Knowing that this is pure sexual satisfaction and total abandonment to our needs. As I come down for this last orgasm I notice all the water splashing out of the tub, I notice the look on your face and I know that this will soon end. I lean in and kiss you, licking as much of my cum from your lips as I can. Your hands slide down my sides to my hips as we continue to fuck. You lean over and whisper in my ear, " I am going to cum soon, it is your choice where my seed goes, your pussy, your ass, or your mouth."

With that an evil look crosses my face. I figure why not finish this where it all started. "I want to taste you one last time", I say to you, "Please cum in my mouth, let me suck you dry and lick you clean." You shift yourself onto the edge of the tub stroking your cock in front of my face. I kneel between your legs and open my mouth. You slap at my tongue with your cock but I reach up and grad it placing my mouth on the head and once again sucking you into my mouth pulling the base to my lips. That is all it takes and you shot your load deep in me. I pull off and suck you back in getting another wash of sperm filling my mouth. I look up to your face and see your eyes rolling back and your face showing the same pleasure you have been giving me. With that I release your cock and lick at your balls. Then I lick your cock clean. Just as I am about to stand up to kiss you we both hear the outer door closing. Giggling we scramble and gather my suit. You walk out as I slip it back on. You come back and let me know it is okay to leave.....but as I do you grab me and kiss me one last time. Thanks for being my swim mate.

An Orgasmic Treat for Sarah...

An Orgasmic Treat for Sarah...
by pixandwords ©

This story was inspired by (and dedicated to) a wonderful Literotica author known as openthighs_sarah whose steamily erotic stories spark the fires for both my lady and me. Sarah: this one is from us to you...

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I still find it hard to believe that some men don't like giving a woman oral sex. (I saw Cybill Shepherd on a TV talk show. She said Elvis Presley wouldn't eat pussy ... until he met her! She told him that he couldn't screw her until he'd eaten her.)

I love the sweet, musky taste and that heady aroma. For me, the taste and scent are even better when a pussy is completely shaved or very nearly hairless; perhaps a mini "Mohawk" or a landing strip.

But I love making oral love to a woman's entire body. First you must lie down on your tummy. I start just behind your ear and gently lift your hair to kiss the nape of your neck. Next, long minutes kissing your shoulder blades before I move down your spine, one kiss at a time. I find those two sweet little hollows each side of the base of your spine, and dip my tongue into each dimple before moving down to your soft round buns. I hold your buttocks firmly in my hands, covering them with kisses and running my tongue down the crack of your ass.

Now for those wonderful sexy legs of yours! I take your left thigh between my hands and extend my tongue, trailing it from the crease all the way down to the back of your knee. I tickle that sensitive spot with the tip of my tongue and feel you wriggle under me. I kiss my way down over your firm calf until I'm kissing the back of your ankle. I move back up and take your right thigh in my hands, and repeat my kissing safari from ass to ankle. I hear you sigh as your body totally relaxes and you surrender to my oral ministrations.

Gently I roll you over and you lay on your back, eyes closed, a slight smile on your lips. I lean down and take the big toe of you left foot in my mouth. I suck on it, lashing it with my tongue, as a foreshadowing of what is to come. You giggle as I take each toe into my mouth in turn and suck it. I move my lips up over your instep and kiss my way up your shin to your knee, then on up the front of your left thigh. As my tongue draws nearer to your groin, I feel you tense, as you wonder if I am about to touch your pussy with my tongue. But just when it seems inevitable, I move back down and lift your right foot to my lips. I take a toe in my mouth... and so begins my slow, luxurious oral journey up your right leg.

I kiss my way to your hip, then pause. I move up until my face is close to yours. Your head is tilted back and I gently kiss your throat. You make little purring noises as I move my lips down between your superb breasts. I take your left breast gently between my hands and plant little dabbing kisses on the warm, pliant flesh. I take the nipple between my teeth and softly lash the tip with my tongue. You gasp with pleasure. And now your right breast is lifted to my mouth and I bathe it with my tongue before sucking the hard, puckered nipple deep into my mouth. I alternate between your breasts for long, indulgent minutes. Your breathing is becoming more rapid and your chest is rising and falling under my mouth.

But now I must move down, down.

I trail my tongue to your belly button and swirl it wetly. You sigh with pleasure. And then you groan as you feel me moving lower. Gently but firmly, I part your thighs and gaze down at your pussy. The lips are puffed and slightly parted. A dewdrop of your moisture slips lazily down the warm, pink flesh.

Slowly, I lower my face and extend my tongue. I move forward until just the very tip is grazing the outer edge of your cunt. You shiver and groan. I nibble up and down each side of your labia and you mew in frustration. I give in to your demands. With gentle fingers I peel open your lips and inhale your intoxicating musk. I lean forward, my mouth wide open. I envelope the inner folds of your trembling pussy completely with my mouth. You cry out as you feel my tongue swirling inside you, restlessly lashing the hot wet entrance to your cunt.

I move my face slightly and with the tips of my fingers, I lightly peel back the hood of your clitoris. I look down at the glistening red button for a few teasing moments then move forward and press my lips to the nub of flesh. Your entire body jerks and you let out a short little scream of pleasure, as you feel my tongue on your clit... at last! after an hour of oral lovemaking. You press your mound upwards, grinding it into my face.

I sense that you are on the edge of a powerful orgasm. As your breathing becomes more ragged and you begin to tremble, I push a finger into your pussy, massaging your g-spot as I continue to lap at your clit. And then it hits. You scream and clamp my head between your thighs, thrusting against me. My face is covered with your hot pungent juices.

As your orgasm subsides, I continue to lick you, sucking your labia into my mouth, lapping up your nectar that tastes sweeter than honey. I am relentless and will not let you rest. One orgasm follows another and you cum again and again, until you fall back... limp, spent, and totally satisfied.

An Old Friend

An Old Friend
by X-Factor ©

Matt and 2 friends walked into the strip club. He didn't go very often, his girlfriend Tracy forbade it. However, he did end up going there with his friends every year or so. He was a good looking man in his late twenties, 6'2, 195 pounds, short brown hair, blue eyes.

The three of them sat down at a table and waited to be served. When the waitress approached, Matt's heart skipped a beat. It was Samantha. Sam was an acquaintance of his whom he had not seen in nearly 2 years. She used to come by his work every so often and they would chat, and flirt harmlessly.

She was a beautiful woman, though she had put on a few pounds since he last saw her. Curly brown, shoulder length hair which she wore up, exposing her gorgeous face and brown eyes. She had a dimple when she smiled. 5'5, about 150 pounds now, tanned skin, long legs. Her breasts were huge, a D cup minimum, and they were displayed well in her tight black v-neck shirt. He couldn't help the movement that he felt in his pants as the blood rushed to his cock. Other than a few pounds, she hadn't changed a bit. She was gorgeous.

"Matt!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"Hi Sam!" he said, smiling. The usual small talk ensued, before she had to get back to work. He wanted her. He couldn't deny that. He blew his chance 2 years ago, he was not going to blow it this time. He had to figure out how to meet up with her, and ditch his friends. Matt did not want them to know what he was doing. The best way to not get caught was to tell no one.

The 3 of them stayed at the strip club from midnight until after 1. The bars closed at 2. As the night progressed, he talked to Sam often. She sat with them every time she had a second. He managed to find out that she was single now, and that she got off at about 2:30. When he had a quick moment alone with her he arranged to meet her back there at 2:30.

He and his 2 friends were walking the streets of downtown at 2 when he broke away, saying he was going to walk home. They nodded and went their separate ways. Simple as that. Matt backtracked to the strip club and got there at around 2:20. After speaking with the bouncer for a couple of minutes, Sam noticed him and told the bouncer to let him in.

10 minutes later, Sam and Matt were in a cab on their way to her apartment. Their entire conversation was innocent, flirtatious, like they didn't miss a beat. Neither implied sex, neither expected it. Both hoped for it. He was just going to her house to watch a late movie and catch up. She was aware that he was still going out with Tracy.

By 2:50, they were sitting on her couch in front of the TV. No movie was playing, they were just talking, sitting close, looking into each other's eyes. He could not stop his eyes from straying over her body. Her tits were straining against her black shirt, she wore blue jeans, and her feet were bare, toenails painted red. Samantha noticed his glances, and her eyes strayed as well. Her vagina moistened at the thought of what hid beneath his jeans.

Matt was looking for an opening to make a move, to try and kiss those beautiful lips, but found none. She had her one leg curled up on the couch, the other outstretched, bare foot on the edge of the coffee table.

He was there for 30 minutes, it was after 3, he could no longer wait for an opening, he needed to make his own. As soon as there was a pause in the conversation he leaned forward, heart pounding. Sam closed her eyes and their lips met, smacking softly. She put her other leg on the floor as he kissed her again, allowing him to sit closer. She slid her arm around his waist and opened her mouth. He slid his tongue into her mouth as his hand slid around her back, caressing her. Her tongue darted into his mouth and they made out for awhile, exploring, enjoying. Their kissing grew intense, his caresses moved from her back to her legs. Her fingers trailed over his back as they breathed heavily into each other's mouth. The room was silent except for the sounds of their kisses and the quiet sound of the TV.

After a few minutes of enjoying the kiss, Matt wanted more of her. His hand slid up her thigh to her crotch, where he gently rubbed her over her jeans. She moaned softly into his mouth as tingles shot from her pussy up through her body. She knew she was very wet down there. She desperately wanted this man. Samantha slid her well manicured hand down his body to his crotch, where she felt a large bulge in his jeans. He slid his hand up her soft stomach to her huge breasts. He squeezed one, gently, and Sam sighed. Her expert fingers slid down his fly and undid his button.

He sent his tongue far into her mouth as he felt her reach into his underwear. She found what she was looking for, gripping his shaft gently, exploring every inch of him. Their desire continued to build as they kissed even more frantically. He slid his hand back down between her legs, this time taking down her zipper and undoing the button. She began to stroke his cock inside his underwear, slowly.

Still not breaking the passionate kiss, Matt slid his hand into Sam's panties. His fingers could sense the approaching heat. He felt the comforting moistness of her slit, and he slowly ran his finger down it. "Mmmmmph…" she moaned, squeezing his hard penis as pleasure surged through her body.

She kissed him harder, gasping for breath as he ran his finger up and down the gateway to her treasure, teasing her. After a few more minutes of making out and exploring with their hands, she broke the kiss, chest heaving.

"Let's go to my bedroom, Matt." She panted. He nodded, heart pounding with lust as he slid his hand out of her pants. They stood up together and she took him by the hand. She led him to her bedroom. At the foot of her bed, she turned to him. She was smiling, showing her dimple, brown eyes beautiful as they looked at him with desire. She put her arms around his neck and their lips met, tongues immediately entering the other's mouth.

Matt slid his hands down the back of her jeans, sliding them into her panties, caressing her bare ass. He squeezed her soft ass cheeks as she pressed her body against his. Sam was conscious of his bulge pressing against her stomach. He bravely began to slide his hands back up her back, taking her shirt with them. She broke the kiss and raised her arms in the air, allowing him to pull her shirt over her head and off.

He dropped it on the floor, catching his breath at the sight of her gorgeous breasts heaving beneath her black bra. They were huge. Her tanned cleavage seemed to go on forever.

He came to his senses when he felt her push his own shirt up his body. He helped her pull it off before pulling her close to him again. He lay her down on her bed, lying between her legs. He grinded his crotch against hers as they kissed sloppily, breathing laboriously. Sam trailed her long fingernails up his back slowly, writhing her hips upwards. The friction his bulge created against her pussy drove her crazy, she knew she was sopping wet down there.

Suddenly, Matt half rolled off of her, sliding his hand down her smooth belly. Her jeans were still undone, and he was able to slide his hand right into her panties. She gasped into his mouth when she felt his fingers touch her sensitive slit. He slid a finger down to her entrance. "Mmmmmph…" she moaned into his mouth as she felt his finger enter her.

His tongue danced against hers in her mouth as he began to slide his finger in and out of her steamy tunnel. She began to writhe her hips against his hand, cunt tingling uncontrollably. She was so wet, he slipped a second finger inside. "Ohhh…" she sighed, breaking the kiss, closing her eyes, and arching her head back.

Matt needed to see more of her amazing body. He slipped his hand out of her panties, to her disappointment, and grabbed onto her pants. He pulled downward, and Sam raised her ass up off the bed, allowing him to slide her jeans down her long, tanned legs. She pulled her bare feet out of her pants one by one, and he dropped them on the floor. Samantha lay beside him wearing a black bra and skimpy black panties.

He bent to kiss her again. Running his hand up her smooth thigh. He began to rub her over her thin panties, clearly feeling her swollen pussy lips through the material. She moaned into his mouth again, humping her crotch into his hand.

Still kissing him, she aggressively pushed him onto his back. She began to kiss down his chest, tongue flecking across his nipples. Slowly kissing down his belly, her hands began tugging at his jeans. Sam pulled Matt's jeans and underwear down his legs, unleashing his thick, 6 inch cock. Staring at his rock hard cock, she pulled his clothes right off of him and threw them on the floor. She knelt between his legs and crawled up the bed towards his member.

Her expert hand grabbed it, slowly stroking it as she bent her head. Her tongue snaked out, gently licking at his bag as her hand continued to massage his shaft. His breathing deepened as he watched her pink tongue slowly trail up his pole. Her beautiful eyes caught his as her tongue gently licked around the mushroom head of his penis. She kissed the helmet of his cock, tongue licking at the tiny hole. Suddenly, she slipped half of his organ into her mouth all at once.

He sighed as warmth engulfed the top half of his dick. Still looking at him, she slowly sunk the remainder of his rod into her mouth, until he was inside entirely. Matt slid his fingers into the curls of her hair and she began to slide her lips back up his pole. Sam sucked his manhood back into her mouth, sliding her expert lips up and down. Her tongue licked at his sensitive head every time she withdrew. 'slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp' Samantha slurped loudly on his thick penis, her warm mouth skillfully giving him head. He moaned, his hand squeezing her hair in his fist.

Finally, she pulled his cock out of her mouth with a loud sucking noise. She looked up at him, smiling, before kissing her way up his belly. She straddled him, her lips searching for his. They kissed passionately, tongues exploring as she grinded her crotch against his bare cock. He could feel how hot her pussy was through her wet panties.

His hands caressed her soft ass, sliding into the sides of her panties. He squeezed her ass cheeks as he sucked her upper lip into his mouth.

Sam's cunt was buzzing, driving her insane. The feelings that his cock gave her when she rubbed against it made her want him more than ever. She was aware of the feelings in every inch of her body, centering on her vagina.

As they made out, her bra strap fell down her shoulders. Matt kissed down her neck to her chest, and down her lovely cleavage. Releasing her ass, he eased the one side of her bra down off her breast, slowly revealing her pink areola. Sam continued to grind herself against him as she watched. Her nipple was rock hard, and he eagerly sucked it into his mouth, sending thrills down her spine to her pussy. He could hear her breathing laboriously as his hands slid around to her back and under her bra strap.

He unsnapped her bra, and it fell forward off her tits. He threw it onto the floor, nearly cumming at the mere sight of her wonderful tanned globes. He grabbed one in each hand, massaging them as his tongue licked around her nipples.

"Ohhhh…" she sighed, electricity flowing through her. Matt eased her off of him and lay her on her back, searching lips finding hers again. He squeezed a leg in between hers, and she parted her legs wider to allow him in. His breathing grew heavier as he broke the kiss and began to kiss his way down her neck and chest. Over her breasts he kissed, and down her smooth belly.

Samantha's pussy tingled in anticipation as his lips touched her closer and closer to her pleasure spot. He could smell the scent of her arousal as he kissed her over her panties. She slid her feet up the bed, opening herself up wider for him as he kissed her pussy lips over her panties. She gasped as pleasure shot from her crotch. He kissed the very top of each of her soft inner thighs, teasing her. He reached up and placed his finger at the side of her panties.

He gently eased them to one side, slowly revealing her pink, swollen pussy lips. They were puckered together, quivering as he lightly placed his lips on them, kissing them.

"Ohhh yessss…" she whispered. His tongue darted out and slowly licked from the bottom of her slit up to the top, nudging her clitoris when it got there. Kissing her pussy one more time, he grabbed the thin elastic of her panties and began to tug them down. Sam raised her ass up off the bed, allowing him to slide the dainty things down her long, smooth legs. He pulled them off her feet, one by one, noting her red toenails.

After throwing the panties on the floor, he held her foot up in the air, raining kisses over the top. He kissed her big toe, sucking it into his mouth as his hand caressed her calf. He ran his tongue along her instep to her ankle, his hand moving up to grab her foot. While his hand massaged Sam's foot, he kissed up her calf to her knee.

Her heart was pounding, her cunt so incredibly wet as she watched this handsome man kiss slowly up the inside of her bare thighs towards her needy treasure. Matt breathed in her scent as he kissed the very top of her leg, just beside her cunt. He could hear her breathing heavily as he gently kissed her sensitive slit. She was quivering before him, needing to be pleasured so badly. She ran her fingers through his hair, urging him towards her crotch.

His tongue snaked out, lightly teasing the nub of her clit. She gasped, heart pounding as he ran his tongue down her wet pussy lips. He slid his tongue into her gash. Sam tensed up, toes curling as he gathered her juices with his tongue. He began to slide his tongue in and out of her, hands sliding under her ass, grabbing her cheeks. She began to writhe her pussy into his face as he licked the entire length of her slit.

"Ohhhh God…" she sighed, when she felt his tongue go back to her clit. Bolts of pleasure shot through her body as he sucked her clitoris into his mouth. Her hands grabbed his hair a little tighter, rubbing her pussy in his face as he ran his tongue over the clit that he held trapped between his lips.

Samantha knew that an orgasm was building quickly within her, and she knew it would be intense. When it struck, she was still unprepared for the severity. "OHHHHH FUUUUUCK!!!!" she moaned, humping her hips upward into his face as pure pleasure rocketed through her. Her entire body grew hotter than ever, the inner walls of her vagina convulsed, tingles shot from her pussy in every direction.

Still Matt licked her. He was merciless with his tongue as she gasped for breath. Finally, the powerful orgasm subsided and she released his head. He lifted his head up from between her thighs, mercifully giving her cunt a break from his expert tongue. Smiling, he kissed over her bush, and began to kiss up her soft belly. His lips trailed up her body, over her breasts to her neck. He kissed up her neck, slowly.

Finally regaining some oxygen, Sam's lips found his and they kissed passionately. Her tongue flew into his mouth hungrily as he began to writhe his bare organ against her sopping wet pussy. Her bare feet caressed up and down his legs as her hands scratched at his back. She broke the kiss.

"Put it in me." She stated, not offering him a choice. He reached down between their naked bodies and grabbed his rock hard cock. He ran the fat head of his dick down the hot, quivering lips of her pussy until it reached her entrance. Both were breathing laboriously, needing this badly, wanting this for so long.

He pushed forward, watching her expression. Her pussy lips parted for him, and he squeezed his penis inside her hot, horny vagina half way in one stroke.

"Ohhhh…" she moaned, closing her eyes and arching her head back. He felt so amazing! He was really stretching her wide! Matt pulled out of Samantha's hot hole slightly, before sliding his cock all the way into her.

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned again, smiling. His lips were on hers, and they kissed passionately as he held his entire dick in her cunt. He began to slowly slide in and out of her, loving how her pussy warmed his manhood every time he slid deep inside her.

She loved the sensation in her cunt as his penis stretched her so wide, the friction they made when he slowly pulled out of her and than pushed back in was incredible. Her bare feet began to caress up and down his legs and ass. She was completely his. "Mmmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmmph! Mmmmph!" she moaned into his mouth every time he plowed into her. He began to fuck her faster, harder, sending more pleasure sensations up her body.

She broke the kiss, having trouble catching her breath as he drove her towards what promised to be a huge orgasm. "Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! OHHHHH!" she cried, cumming.

Sam rubbed her crotch up against his, her legs holding him inside her as her pussy convulsed around him. Her heart was pounding, her face was flushed, her body grew intensely hot as her orgasm took complete control over her.

She was a helpless ragdoll, and Matt took full control, ramming his cock into her with authority. He reached behind him and raised her leg up in the air, placing it on his shoulder as he continued to slide his hot pole into her. He was watching her huge tits bounce up and down with each of his thrusts, her foot was flailing behind him helplessly.

"Oh…God…it feels so…good!" she gasped as she began to regain her senses a little. He kissed at her mouth, and she was able to kiss him back a little. After a few more minutes, he began to lose steam, slowing down.

"Let me go on top!" she said eagerly. He got off of her, clearly hearing the 'slurp' noise his penis made when it pulled out of her twat. He lay on his back, his rock hard cock sticking up. Sam eagerly straddled him, huge tits jiggling with the movement, and her mouth was on his, kissing him passionately. Her tongue darted into his mouth as she began to rub her wet pussy along his shaft.

To their delight, her pussy slid too far up his cock and the head poked inside her. "Ohhh" they moaned in unison, breaking the kiss as her warmth engulfed his head. He raised his ass up off the bed, forcing his entire cock into her hungry cunt. "Ohhhh yesss…" she moaned as she filled up with penis.

His old friend Samantha was a changed woman. She was an animal. So needful of this sex, she began to slam her crotch down on him as fast as she could. Her humongous tits were bouncing before him as her pussy slid up and down his rod. Her moans were loud as the pleasure within her built.

His hands grasped at her tits as he brought his mouth towards them. He sucked and licked at her nipple as she continued to slide up and down his pole. He buried his face between her tits, they were so big his head was practically covered by them. Matt kissed up her neck, his searching lips finding hers. His hands slid around to her soft ass, squeezing the cheeks, urging her onward.

He could take it no longer, he had to regain control. He wanted to fuck her so hard, it just wasn't hard enough with her on top. He roughly rolled her back onto her back, his cock slipping out of her in the process.

Sam opened her tanned legs wide, feet in the air and his cock slid back into her all at once. They moaned in unison as he filled her up again. He held himself up on his arms and began to drill into her with all his might. He knew he wouldn't last long.

"I'm gonna cum…" he warned, moaning.

"Ohhh God, cum inside me!" she moaned as he pistoned in and out of her. He knew that wasn't a good idea. Tempting as it was, he didn't think she was on the pill. He decided he would cum on her tits. "Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" she moaned as he gave a few final, rapid thrusts.

He could feel his balls heat up, almost there… She wrapped her legs around him, feet bouncing of his thrusting ass.

He was losing it, he pulled back, beyond the point of no return. Sam's legs tightened around him, forcing him back in her. He moaned, losing it.

His cock jerked inside her, and a long stream of cum fired forth. She squeezed her long legs tight, holding him deep inside her as he ejaculated. He moaned, more of his seed firing into her hungry womb.

Samantha was kissing at his face as he filled her pussy with his semen, the last of it trickling out of him. Feeling like she got all of it, her legs released him. He remained inside her, kissing her tenderly, smiling.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned, smiling. "That was fantastic!" He just continued kissing her mouth. Her feet caressed up and down his legs as he softened inside her.

Matt began to slide out of her. Sam quickly tightened her legs around him again.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked coyly. He grew hard again at her words, and knew he wasn't going anywhere…

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An Empty Office

An Empty Office
by Awlni ©

"God I hate taking these damn boxes apart," Kelli said as she looked at the pile stacked neatly against the wall in front of her.

"Yeah, but they don't unfold themselves," John replied as he picked up the top one on the pile.

"There must be at least a thousand of them here."

"About 350 really. We should be able to do it in a couple of hours. After all, it takes a lot of boxes to move a company to a new building. These are a lot better, you know. More space, a real lunch room, even a fitness center."

For the next half hour they fell into an unspoken rhythm. The two of them had worked in the offices for about a year but had never really gotten to know each other, only becoming nodding acquaintances as they passed in the hall. Kelli had gone so far as to find out his name from the office directory but had never done anything about it. As they chatted and flirted, occasionally glancing at each other when they though the other wasn't looking, Kelli wondered idly about John. The sexual innuendoes they were bantering about had gotten her interested and it had been a long time.

"So why did you agree to do this on a Saturday night?" John asked. "Surely you had to have given up a date or something."

"I need to get my car a new set of tires. The old ones I have now are bald. A few extra hours at work will help. And no, much to my regret, there are no hot dates in this little girl's immediate future. Working here during the day and taking classes at night doesn't leave much time for a social life. What about you?"

"Just a company man. The big boys say jump and I ask how high as I'm on the way up."

"Yeah, right." Kelli said. "That's a little hard to believe."

"No harder to believe than your story."

"What's so hard to believe about my story?"

"A beautiful woman with perfect long red hair. Skin that any woman would kill for. Obviously intelligent and with a great sense of humor. And she says that she doesn't have guys lining up outside her door? That's what I can't believe."

Kelli looked quickly over at the boxes left lining the wall. "Flattery will get you anywhere," she said.

"Excellent," John said softly.

Kelli counted the remaining boxes quickly, wondering if the ideas in her head would or should be allowed to happen. "You know, there are only 52 of those damn boxes left."

"Wanna race?" John asked.

"Race? How?"

"See who can get their last 26 broken down fastest. Winner gets the prize."

"So what's the prize?"

"The loser has do to anything the winner wants," John said with a grin. On seeing the surprise on Kelli's face he added "or at least she, ahem, or he, has to get the winner the first free soda from the cafeteria."

Kelli paused for a moment as thoughts tumbled through her mind. She broke into a smile and shouted "You're on," as she quickly sprinted to the pile and started bringing back the next boxes.

As Kelli finished her last box, she looked at John sitting amid a pile of half broken cardboard. She started humming the theme from Rocky, raised both of her arms above her head and jumped up and down, pretending to be the champ on the steps of City Hall. John recognized the scene but was fascinated by the way her shirt rode up slightly, exposing a thin strip of skin above her jeans. "Looks like you owe me that soda," she said. "But I guess I get anything I want now, don't I?" she asked with a smile. She started to windmill her arms over her head to stretch them out. "I just wish that my arms weren't so tired so that I could take advantage of it."

"Well, we can't take it too far. This is the corporate office, you know."

"How far is too far?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

"Nothing involving whips and chains. No one but the big boys are allowed to chain people to desks around here."

"I guess I can live with that," she replied, surprised to discover that she was interested in more after all. "For the moment," she added. "Hey, didn't you tell me earlier that you were here last night?"

"As my aching back reminds me, I indeed had the dubious honor of bringing most of these boxes in last night, yes."

"Then I want a tour as my prize. My boss has told me great things about the new building but I haven't been here before tonight."

"Is that all milady wants?" he said with a grin. He bowed low in mock servitude. "The champion will get her tour," he said. "And anything else she wants, too," he added with raised eyebrows.

They walked through the offices, looking at row after row of new desks and file cabinets and making comments about people they knew in common. A quick tour of the executive level was next with both of them joking about how "the other half lives" and talking about the plans they had to get one of these offices for their own one day. In the basement level they walked though the new cafeteria and the fitness room.

"Is this going to be open for all employees?" Kelli asked. "I'd love to stop paying forty bucks a month to the gym I go to."

"You go to a gym? You certainly don't need to" John said.

"Cut the sarcasm. Yes I go to a gym. I like the aerobics classes.

"From what I understand it is restricted during the day but open at night for us peons. I don't know if they'll have any classes though. I brought some of this equipment in last night. Want to go in?"

"I didn't see anyone else in the building. Is there?"

"Nope. The cleaning crew will be in tomorrow at eight, and then work begins on Monday morning. So we're the only humans in sight. Kind of reminds you of a bad slasher movie doesn't it?"

Kelli giggled. "Should I be worried about you? We just went through the kitchens after all. Did you pick up a big knife?"

"Worry only about your virtue, fair lady. Your body is sacred to me and a knife is certainly the last thing I would consider using on it."

They both laughed as they went into the room. Kelli was surprised at the elaborate machinery as well as at her bantering and responses to John's cornball chivalry. "What's in there?" she asked pointing to a closed door in the back.

"I don't know. I didn't go in there last night. Let's find out," John said he pushed it open. Both were very surprised to discover a sauna and whirlpool spa inside.

"Wow. I couldn't imagine that they would put anything like this is a corporate office fitness room. God, that hot tub would feel good right now," Kelli said. "I just wish I had brought my swimsuit."

"What, never been skinny dipping before?" John asked with a broad smile.

"Not with a man before. We did once when I was in Girl Scouts, but that was when I was ten. That doesn't really count."

"I'll bet you look a little different now then when you were ten."

"Just a little." Kelli reached up and motioned to her breasts. "These grew somewhere along the way when I was about 13. Before that the neighborhood boys called me "Carpenter." She giggled. "It was the longest time before I knew that meant flat as a board."

"What about the rest of it?"

"What is the rest?"

John smiled. "Flat as a board and easy to nail," he said.

"Well, there have been a few men in my past. What about you?"

"Nope. Never been with a man before," he replied, trying hard to keep a straight face.

"I'd hope not. I can't imagine that I'd ever consider skinny dipping with someone who only liked boys. That wouldn't be any fun at all." Kelli reached over and lifted the top on the tub. Heat rushed out and welcomed her. "Looks like they even turned it on for us."

John decided to let the obvious joke pass. "So are you considering it? Skinny dipping, I mean. You get anything you want, after all."

"Anything?" she said as she looked into his eyes.

He nodded. She reached up and unbuttoned her top button. "My last boyfriend was selfish," she said. "All he wanted was for me to go down on him, then get it in me quickly so he could go to sleep. He always came too fast and quit."

"What brought that out?"

"Are all men like that?"

"Some men are. I know a lot of guys who are only interested in keeping score. I always figured that quality mattered more than quantity. And if the quality was good enough, the quantity would be all you could handle."

"What, no joke for that one? I'm disappointed."

"I think we're talking about more than skinny dipping in a hot tub."

"We're talking about anything I like, remember?"

Kelli pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. John just stood there and looked at her breasts covered by a thin white bra.

"My God, but you are beautiful."

"Your turn," Kelli said with a shy smile.

"What do you want to see?" John asked, smiling.

"Right now I want to see your back. I've always loved to watch a man take his shirt off. I love to see the muscles move."

"Your wish is my command," John replied as he turned around and pulled his t-shirt over his head. When he turned back, Kelli's jeans were on the floor by her shirt.

"If you get in there wearing white panties I'll see through them anyway."

Kelli giggled as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, dropping it with her other discarded clothing. "If you want to see the rest you'll have to go first."

John stripped off his jeans and underwear, almost losing his balance and falling into the tub in the process. Eventually he stood in front of her naked, his member quivering and strengthening slightly with anticipation. Kelli laughed and pulled off her panties, raising her hands above her head and singing "Ta-Da" when she was done. "What do I get if I'm the first one in?" she asked.

John couldn't resist the temptation to look at her completely. "Beautiful," he said softly. "Go ahead. You already get anything you want."

They climbed in the tub and settled in on the same side, close enough but not yet touching.

"Anything I want?"

"Yes."

"Then tell me about your first time."

"Will you tell me about yours after that?"

"Mum-huh," she said with a nod.

"It wasn't really very special. I played basketball in high school and I was dating a cute little brunette cheerleader wannabe named Carla. Carla was a great girl, just a little unsure of what she wanted. I'd been pushing her to have sex for a month or so but she hadn't given in yet." John looked over at Kelli. Her eyes were closed and he could just barely see the tops of her aureole above the surging water. It was all he could do to resist the temptation to reach out and touch her. He looked at her for a second and noticed that her hands were both under the water and her shoulders were moving slowly. "We'd done a few things, hand jobs mostly, on a few dates but she had never let me even see her naked. The night we were playing Warwick High she came down to the bench just before the game and told me that she'd do it with me if we won."

"So you were a jock?"

"Second string." John looked at her again and smiled. "It was a motivation thing I guess. We hadn't beaten them in 6 years. Our school was never really a basketball powerhouse you see. The championship for us was the Warwick game. So anyway, she said that she'd put out that night after the game if we won. Man, I played hard that night. At halftime we were down by 3 points. When I came out of the locker room for the second half she mouthed 'Remember my promise' to me. I waved her over and told her that if I made my first shot she had to go to the restroom and take her panties off." John laughed. "I've always been one for anticipation. I made my first shot and a few minutes later the coach pulled me out for a breather. I looked up at her and she held out her hand and there was some fabric in it. I couldn't really tell whether they were her panties or not, but the rest of the game I kept imagining what she looked like. God I wished she was wearing a skirt instead of jeans."

"Does that do it for you? Knowing that a woman isn't wearing any panties?"

"Oh yeah. Let's say that I'm going out on a date with a woman. If she told me that she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt, damn, I'd have a raging hard on the whole night and be trying to get a look up her skirt."

"Peeping Tom. Voyeur."

"Damn right." John looked over at her again. This time Kelli was looking right at him and not trying to hide the fact that she was touching herself. As the swirling water covered and uncovered her breasts he noticed that her nipples were hard.

"But you're getting me off track. When time ran out we were tied at 53 points. We went into overtime. I had visions of making the game winning point and then making love with this girl. Well, I fouled out of the game with a minute left but Mike Phillips put us ahead with nine seconds left. Warwick tried one last desperation shot but missed. So we won and I got laid for the first time."

Kelli looked at him and stopped moving. "Hey, that's not fair. I wanted to hear about the sex, not the game."

John smiled. "You have beautiful breasts. Just like I imagined them to be."

"Get your mind off my breasts for a minute. You said I get anything I want. I want to hear the details."

"Carla came down to the court and gave me a hug. I asked her if that was really her panties she showed me earlier. She smiled and nodded and reached into her pocket and put them in my hand. Damn that was tough. I told her that they were mine now and she'd never see them again." He chuckled softly. "She just nodded and told me that she'd meet me in the parking lot after I showered." John laughed again. "Imagine a teenage boy who was still a virgin. His girlfriend puts her panties into his hand while he's wearing thin basketball shorts. With no pockets in them I might add." Kelli broke out laughing and John noticed that her shoulders had stopped moving. "I'm still not sure how I managed to hide my erection or those panties from the crowd or the other guys in the locker room. But let's just say that I took the shortest shower in history and was in the parking lot looking for Carla in record time."

"Did you wash behind your ears?"

"Yes indeed. And a few other places as well. I finally found her sitting on a curb near my car. When I ran over to her she put her bra in my hand. God I was hard then. I don't think I've ever been so hard." He reached down and stroked himself. "Except maybe right now. I've never told this story to a woman before. Especially one I'm naked in a hot tub with."

"Keep going. If you stop now I'll get dressed and leave."

"That'd be like high school all over again. Do you girls know what you do to guys in school? A teenaged guy gets hard when he sees a glimpse of panties under a girl's skirt in class. Do you all take classes in teasing?"

"Yes we do. It's called 'Men 101' and they teach it in girl's health class. Teasing is an art form when done properly." She stopped and looked at him. "I never realized how much a skirt shows sometimes until I was in college. I was a TA for a while and some of the girls would let their legs open a little when they got involved in a test or something. I asked the professor about it once and he just mumbled something about job perks and told me to get my mind out of the gutter. Do all men like looking up a girl's skirt?"

"Only the straight ones. You're interrupting me again."

"Sorry."

"Where was I?"

Kelli took his hand in hers and then placed it on his shaft. "About there."

"Oh yeah," he said as he began gliding up and down again. "Well, we tried to figure out somewhere to go. Our houses were out since both sets of parents would be home. I pushed for the local beach spot on the river, but she said that everybody would be there and she didn't want her first time to be public. That was the first time she had told me she was a virgin."

"You didn't know before that?"

"I figured that she probably was since we hadn't gone much farther than a little rubbing, but we hadn't really discussed it. If she had brought it up then I'd have to either lie or admit my own non-coital condition."

"And that's against the guy code."

"Exactly. So anyway we finally settled on a boat dock a few miles from school. We thought that maybe there'd be a boat there we could get into for some padding. And if not at least it had a door so anyone would have to walk in to catch us. Carla slid over to me in the seat and I put my hand over her shoulders so that I could feel her breast." John laughed softly. "I nearly came before we got there."

"That early? What were you, a spoilsport or something?"

"No, I was eighteen and a virgin. Once we were finally at the dock I closed the door behind us and asked her to take the rest of her clothes off. She did, staring in my eyes the whole time." John squeezed a little harder. "I just wish there had been more light so I could see her better. I pulled off my shirt and sweats and just stood there with my dick pointed straight at her. She walked over and touched me and I almost blew right then. I asked her to go down on me first. She'd never done that and looked a little squeamish about it. But she did. Not a very good blowjob but I came so quickly it didn't matter. After that we laid down on this boat cover we found and began to touch each other again. Almost immediately I was hard again but I didn't know what to do next. Finally I just asked her if she wanted me to go down on her. Now I was hoping against hope that she'd say no because I didn't have any idea in hell what to do if she said yes. Of course she did say yes. So I put my head between her legs and starting drawing the alphabet with my tongue."

Kelli snorted. "Where did you get that idea from?"

"Locker room talk. Some of the guys were sleeping with someone and would tell tales. So that's what I did. I couldn't have been very good at it because I kind of lost track and started to repeat letters somewhere around M. I guess I was okay though since Carla came somewhere around S."

"S for sex, huh?"

"I guess. Although it could have been R for rookie, I'm not sure." They both giggled. "I've still never had a woman tell me exactly how to do that. Will you give me a lesson since you used to be a TA?"

"Only in the interests of furthering the cause of all pleasure for all women. Now finish your story. What happened next?"

John looked over and saw that her breasts were fully out of the water and she was moving her arms faster than before. "I had all these fantasies about positions. Doggie, her on top, up against the wall. You know what a teenage guy has in mind. The problem was that we were a little worried about getting caught and the dock was, uh, shall we say, a little uncomfortable, so I just wound up in plain old missionary position. I wasn't exactly sure what to do. I got on top and between her legs and found the right spot. I had just pushed inside her when I remembered that I didn't have a rubber on." He chuckled. "I was so excited after the game that I hadn't stopped to get any and of course I wasn't expecting to have sex that night. I pulled out and she asked me why. I told her that I didn't have any protection and she got this sad look on her face. She didn't have any either. I started to get a little mad since this was her idea after all and she should have been prepared, but then I realized that I was getting laid after all those fantasies and wet dreams and it was no time to get mad. So I pushed in 3 or 4 times until I felt it start to build again. That's when I pulled out and rolled off of her and she finished me off by hand. We had done that before and that's why my first time wasn't all that special." John laughed and stroked himself again. "But at least I got to find out what the inside of a woman felt like. And to see her naked even if the light was bad. I had never even seen a naked girl before, you see."

"Not ever? Not even pictures?"

"Oh yeah, I had seen some pictures. Magazines that the guys would bring to school and stuff. But my father was very religious and we didn't have a computer so I guess my childhood was sheltered. I meant the first time I had seen a real live naked girl."

"Oh. Did you do anything for her after she got you off the second time?"

"Yeah, I got her off the same way. But I could tell that it wasn't very good for her either. Probably for the same reason it wasn't that good for me. All that buildup and no real new stuff."

"Did you take rubbers on your next date?"

"Yeah. But I guess neither of us ever got past the disappointment of that night. We went out a time or two after that but there was nothing going for us. I never even got to pull them out of my pocket. A couple of weeks later I heard through the grapevine that she was fucking some science geek and I never saw her much after that."

John looked up as he felt Kelli come closer to him. She sat on his lap and hugged him tightly. The feel of her breasts on his chest and her hips on his erection was exquisite. He let his hand drop low on her back so that he could feel her cleavage.

"I'm sorry that it ended badly for you."

"Don't be. It was high school. I never had any intentions of marrying Carla. She was a little too abrasive for the long term. She was fun to go out with at a time in my life when that was the most important thing. High school guys always talk a big game and try hard to get into a girl's pants but maybe they try too hard. And guys like me never really expected to have sex anyway."

"Guys like you?"

"Yeah. The guys who weren't the stars of the team or the class president. For us that was a period of experimentation. I learned a lot from it and that's what was important."

Kelli smiled as she pulled away and sat back down. "So what did you learn?"

"Always have a rubber handy, even if you think you won't need it."

"And do you have one now?"

"You're damn right I do."

"Get it."

"Not yet. You still have to tell me about your first time."

Kelli reached over and grasped his erection. John inhaled sharply. "Think you can wait that long?"

"I'm not a teenager anymore. Another thing I learned that night is that the anticipation is half the fun."

She stroked him a few times and murmured her agreement. "But if you keep doing that there won't be much more anticipation," he said.

She laughed and let go. "I assume that you don't mind if I touch myself?" she asked.

"Hell, I'm counting on it," he said as he grasped himself again.

"I've never seen a man masturbate before."

John got out of the water and sat on the edge of the spa, his feet still in the swirls. He took his dick in his hand and stroked slowly, curling his palm around the shaft and moving up and down with no real rhythm. Kelli came over and sat next to him and laid her head on his thigh just a few inches away. John's hand moved a little faster and he squeezed a little harder. "I love the way a man's dick looks," Kelli said. "The color, the way the veins pop out when they become erect. The little drops of fluid that come out to lubricate it." She sighed heavily with an open mouth. "I've just never been with a man who would let me watch him."

"Hey, you give me your lesson and I'll give you mine. Now I'm going to stop this while you talk."

"Don't."

"I have to."

"Damn. Just when I was really enjoying the show." John laughed as he slid back under the water. "Okay. 'My First Time', by Kelli Jacobs." Kelli closed her eyes and put her hands back into her lap. "It was a Saturday night. I had been working with the drama club on the fall play. I think we were doing a musical. I don't really remember. But the last show ended and we all went over to this guy's house for a cast party. The party was fun and there was some alcohol there. I hadn't really drunk much before, just wine with dinner with my parents a couple of times, and I got a little too tipsy. Well, my folks were away for the weekend on a trip and I had made arrangements to stay with a girlfriend. What my folks didn't know is that her folks were gone that weekend also." She giggled. "She planned on giving up her cherry to her boyfriend that weekend."

"If you tell me that your first time was with another girl I'm going to come right now."

"No it wasn't, silly. I've never done that. Why is it that guys have this thing about two women? I've see a couple of pornos and they all had at least one scene in it with two girls."

"All guys are voyeurs by nature. You women teach us that by teasing us so much. Short skirts, no bras, tight jeans."

"But why not just watch regular sex?"

"We do. Every chance we get. But we like to watch the forbidden. We always have curiousity about what is taboo. Don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess. A little. I do want to watch you masturbate. That's a little taboo."

"Same thing."

"Do you want to watch me?"

"The thought of watching you play with yourself is driving me crazy."

Kelli slid up on the edge of the tub and smiled. "No touching," she said as she wagged a finger at him.

"No touching me or you?"

"Me. I still get to watch my lesson, remember. But you can't come yet. Anticipation."

"Good. If you said I couldn't touch myself I'd go into the bathroom, jerk off alone and leave. Then you wouldn't get to watch." He reached down and started stroking himself again. "Do I get to touch you later?"

"If you don't one of us won't walk out of this building alive." She giggled. "Can you imagine the headline in the company newsletter? 'Naked Employee Found Dead in Fitness Room."

John laughed. "Film at 11. Now get on with your story."

"Okay. So there were about a few of us left at the party and we were all pretty drunk. My girlfriend and her boyfriend were making out on the couch and I wound up sitting on the floor with one girl and two other guys."

"Hot damn, a girl who lost her virginity at an orgy. It doesn't get any better than this."

"It wasn't an orgy and you're not letting me tell my story. Just rub your dick and shut up."

"Yes, ma'am."

"That's better. I like submissive men. I guess you were right earlier that all guys are voyeurs. I noticed that both of the guys there were sitting opposite of me and trying to get looks up my skirt. The other girl there was in jeans and they weren't paying nearly as much attention to her."

"Were you letting them see you?"

Kelli paused for a second and nodded. "I certainly wasn't doing anything to stop them from looking."
"What kind of panties were you wearing?"

"What do you have, a panty fetish?"

"Yep. What kind?"

"Solid color. Light blue I think."

"Thong, bikini, string, or grannies?"

"Grannies?"

"Yeah, grannies. The full kind that cover everything. Like your granny would wear."

"Bikini."

"Hot damn. Go on," he said as he continued to rub himself.

"Well anyway, these two guys were making suggestions most of the night, rubbing up against us girls when we danced together, things like that." She closed her eyes again. "At one point I got really daring and brushed my hand against a guy's crotch."

"Was he hard?"

"Yes, but I already knew that from dancing with him."

"How old were you?"

"Sixteen."

"Were you planning on having sex that night?"

"No. But I guess I knew that it might happen. Anyway these guys had been making suggestions all night…"

"What kind of suggestions?"

Kelli's hand started moving a little faster and she moaned softly. "Just like you were doing earlier."

"Is that what does it for you? Talking about it first?"

Kelli opened her eyes and looked at John's face. She started moving her hand faster and only nodded.

They sat in silence for a moment, Kelli rubbing her fingers up and down her slit. She moaned again and slowed down. "Well, eventually someone suggested that we play 'Truth Or Dare'…"

"God I love that game."

"Now who's interrupting? Shut up and play with yourself. And get back under the water before you distract me."

"Yes ma'am."

"Good boy. Anyway, we started out with little truths. What kind of underwear are you wearing, have you ever gone down on someone, have you ever done it, things like that. Eventually the other girl took a dare and she had to pull her shirt off and show her breasts. She giggled and did it. I knew we were going to have sex that night because she didn't put her shirt back on. She just sat there giggling with her tits shaking. I thought about leaving but I knew I didn't want to."

"Did the guys have hard ons yet?"

"Oh yeah."

"Hah! I always knew that girls looked despite what you all said."

"Of course I was looking. But the next dare was for one of them to show us. I had never even seen a picture of an erect man before. Only statues in art class and stuff. When he pulled his pants down and he just popped out erect and hard I had to get a closer look. So I got up on my hands and knees and crawled over to see better."

"Thus begins the lifelong fascination with erect male genitalia. And you thought my panty fetish was strange."

"I guess. Well, what I didn't know was that my skirt had ridden up in back." Kelli giggled and began to push a finger inside herself. "There I was, on my hands and knees, flashing my pretty blue panties at the world, staring at this guy's erect dick from a distance of about a foot or so." She stopped masturbating for a moment. "No, I wasn't just staring at it. I was studying it like I had to know it for the SATs or something. I wanted to memorize every inch of it, every part. I was fascinated with it. I just stayed there with my mouth hanging open and looked at it. I don't even know how long I was looking. I reached out and wrapped my hand around it and started to move it around, but he stopped me and told me to lick it instead. I couldn't speak so I just shook my head no but he turned it into a dare. So I did. He closed his eyes and moaned and I just licked his dick for a minute or two. I think that I took it into my mouth once but I stopped when I felt a hand on my butt."

"Were you wet?"

"Yes. Very wet," she said is a very soft voice. She began thrusting into herself harder still. "I got wet the second I moved close to him."

"Who had their hand on your butt?"

She looked at him and smiled. "It certainly wasn't Heather. It was George, the other guy there. He was fingering me through my panties."

"God I wished I had seen you like that."

"Why?"

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"No I'm not."

John leaned over and kissed her. "Yes you are. The thought of you crawling there in your little blue bikini panties, wet, sixteen and a virgin…just the image in my mind is almost enough to make me come. You are the most beautiful and the sexiest woman on earth. No one has ever gotten me this hot before."

"You forgot the extra 25 pounds I'm carrying."

"Only in all the right places. Who needs anorexic supermodels?" He moved back to his spot and put both of his hands behind his head. "Go on with your story."

She stopped moving and looked at him. "Do you like redheads?"

"Until this evening I had never really thought about it. I've always preferred brunettes. Until this minute."

"What's different?"

He paused for a second. "Your skin tone matches your hair better. Brunettes always get too tanned in the summer. In pictures I always thought that a redhead had pubic hair that was too light. Now I realize that it is an advantage, not a drawback."

"Do you like a woman who shaves there?"

"Trims, not shaves. I want to know I'm with a woman and not a little girl."

She closed her eyes again and started thrusting her finger inside herself furiously for a moment, then slowed down again. "Well, I backed off a little then but we all knew where it was going. We eventually dared each other to strip. Soon all four of us were sitting there naked." She put two fingers inside herself and moaned slightly. Her eyes were still closed. "I dared Bruce to go down on me." She giggled again and opened her eyes. "I actually looked at him and said 'I dare you to eat my pussy'. I can't believe I used that word."

"Is there a better word?"

Kelli stopped her hand again. "What do you mean?"

"Pussy. What word would be better? Vagina is too scientific for that moment. Imagine it. 'Bruce, I dare you to perform cunnilingus on my vagina.' What a moment killer that would be."

"Yeah, I know. And the romance novels all call it a woman's sex without using a good word. And cunt is always crude, no mater what."

"Exactly. So what is a good word?"

"I don't know. I mean dick and cock don't sound so bad. I guess there just isn't a good word for that part when a woman wants sex." She paused for a moment and then began to thrust her finger inside again, an occasional soft moan escaping from her lips. John found himself torn between watching her masturbate and watching her face.

"Maybe he did the alphabet thing, like you did with Carla. He probably made it to C before I came. George dared Heather to blow him and she did. He came all over her face and chest. Heather just smiled like a cat with a bowl of cream and rubbed it off on a paper towel. Bruce dared her to swallow it first but she wouldn't. He said that she had to do anything he wanted since she refused the dare. She asked him what he wanted and he said that he wanted to fuck her right there with everyone watching. So she just spread her legs and said come on. He climbed on and fucked her right there." A third finger went inside. "God it was exciting. He just climbed onto her and shoved his dick into her pussy. And she loved it. And I loved it. I couldn't stop myself from watching. And maybe that is the right word after all. Pussy." She rammed her fingers in and left them there. "It was the first time I had seen an erect dick and I was just blown away that the two of them would do that. I was also a little pissed off because I had been trying to get Bruce's attention for weeks. He just climbed on, put that beautiful dick inside her and started pumping. No foreplay, no nothing."

"What do you think the game was?"

She stopped fingering herself. "What do you mean?"

"The game was the foreplay. You said that you were already wet. Heather had to be wet too."

"Yeah. I never really thought of it that way but I guess you're right." She began slowly sliding her fingers in and out of herself again. "They were both moaning and bucking. Bruce came first and rolled off of her. Heather just kept fingering herself until she came, too."

"What was George doing through all of this?"

Kelli looked at him and smiled as she kept fingering herself slowly. "I was wondering when you'd ask about him, you pervert."

"Whose idea was it to talk about first times in graphic detail?"

"Okay, so we're both perverted." She stopped talking and began to plunge her fingers in and out faster than before. After a moment she slowed back down and went on. "George had moved over to me and was rubbing me between my legs. He put his fingers inside me. God that felt fantastic. I had masturbated a few times before that but I had never had anything inside me. I came about the same time Heather did. I took George's cock in my hands and started pumping him. He stopped me after a stroke or two and rolled me over on my stomach and lifted my butt in the air. He took me from behind."

"God. Doggie style for your first time. I love it."

"He just thrust in and out of me for a few seconds and came. I remember thinking that I wanted more but he was done. I just wanted to come and come and come." Kelli began fucking herself hard with her fingers and moaned softly. John watched as she shuddered with the force of her orgasm. "Not bad for a first time, huh?"

"Pretty good from where I sit. Did Bruce take you, too?"

"Not that night. A week or two later I went out with him and we did it in the backseat of his car. No magic, though. Just a quick romp with nothing else going for it."

"What about your girlfriend? The one you were staying with."

"After George was done with me I looked over and her boyfriend was on top of her. I wanted to go over and watch but I wasn't too steady right then. I don't know if it was the alcohol or all the sex, but my legs were too weak to move. They were done before I could."

"Did you ever watch them later?"

"No. That night was the only time I've watched people make love."

John reached out and cupped her breast, rolling her nipple through his fingers slowly. "Did you like doing it with other people watching? That first time, I mean."

"Yes. I think that was more of a turn on than the sex itself. George was in and out and Bruce was a big disappointment later."

"Did you get off watching Bruce fuck Heather?"

"Yes," she said very softly as she closed her eyes and lifted her hand to touch her other breast.

John took her nipple in his mouth, rubbing his tongue over it and sucking softly.

He trailed his tongue down her belly and stopped when he got to her navel. "I can't believe how hard I am right now. I've never wanted a woman this much."

"Are you as hard as that night with Carla?"
"Harder. I feel like I could split a tree. But I want that lesson you promised first," he said as his tongue trailed slowly downwards.

She smiled at him. "You start by going a few inches lower. A little lower than that. Now the thighs. That's right. Stay there for…just… oh God… that's it."

He swirled his tongue on her outer lips and pulled them gently into his mouth. His fingers reached up and began caressing her opening. As he reached out to touch her clit with his tongue she jerked and leaned back with her upper body against the wall. John probed inside her with his fingers and sucked gently on her hard bud at the same time. As he slid into a rhythm with fingers and tongue, he felt Kelli's legs tighten around his head and the muscles inside clench his fingers. When she relaxed he pulled back and sat on the side of the tub again, leaving only his feet in the water. "Well, the instructor left the class a little early, but I think I did okay. Did I pass the final, ma'am?"

"Not yet. That was only the midterm. You're going to have to study hard for the final." She giggled and moved over to him. "Or maybe I should study a hard on."

"That's only fair," he said as he sat on the side of the tub again and began to stroke himself. Kelli laid her head on his thigh in the same spot she had earlier. Having a woman's face a mere six inches from his erection as he rubbed himself was the most intense felling John had ever had. She reached out and cupped his balls as he jerked off, his pace becoming faster as he got closer. As he rubbed harder and faster she touched that sensitive spot right behind his balls and he came, a load exclamation trailing off as his jerking stopped.

Kelli got up and kissed him softly "Thank you. Now stay there," she said as she went into the front room and came back with a towel.

"Watching you walk is such fun."

She smiled at the compliment and tossed the towel over to her pile of clothing when she was done with it. "I guess we'd better take that one with us," she said with a grin. "After all we wouldn't want the cleaning crew to find it." Her smile faded. "I want you inside me. How long do we have to wait?"

"That depends on you. A little help is all I need."

Kelli walked out to the exercise area, looked out and then turned around. "Come with me," she said.

The sight of her naked body walking ahead of him already had John quivering again. Kelli placed an exercise mat on the floor and motioned him over to it. John lay down and she took him into her mouth. She sucked softly, moving her head up and down the shaft. As he began to harden again and became too big to fit completely in her mouth she began pumping with her right hand. When he was fully erect again she looked at him. "Better get than condom," she said.

"I can't."

"If you've teased me this far and don't have a rubber I'm going into the kitchen and get that knife to cut it off with. Then I really will have something to look at later."

He reached down and covered his dick with his hands. "It's in my desk," he said.

"Let's go. Are you sure there isn't anyone else here?"

"Yes."

"I'm almost sorry about that." Kelli took him by the hand as they went back upstairs. He retrieved the condom from his desk, handed it to her and walked over to a couch in the waiting area. She got on her knees and after a few strokes with her hand and tongue had him hard again. She unrolled the condom onto him, pushed him back onto the couch, straddled him and slowly lowered himself onto him. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. John reached up and caressed both of her breasts, moaning the whole time. As she moved above him waves he had never felt before traveled through him. Kelli arched her back and placed her hands on top of his and pushed her breasts into his palms. He felt a tear escape from his eyes. They started slowly at first then faster as he began to move inside her, eventually falling into an almost frantic rhythm. Sounds escaped their throats as they came closer. "Do you want me to come now or slow down?" John asked when he felt himself near the edge of orgasm.

"Now. Oh God, if you stop I'll scream. Keep going…."

He exploded inside of her and she around him, her cries echoing his as they both shook with the intensity of the orgasm. They kissed deeply, tongues circling each other. "No, don't pull away. Not yet," she whispered. "Stay as long as you can." As he softened and fell out Kelli collapsed on the couch beside him.

When Kelli opened her eyes again John had his pants on and was pulling on his shirt. "I'm sorry you woke up. The sight of you on that couch was fantastic," he said as he pointed to her clothes.

"You really think so?"

"Yes."

She reached out and touched his chest. He shook his head slowly. "It's almost dawn. Grandma will be here with the vacuum cleaner in a few minutes."

She began to sort through the pile. "Thanks for bringing my clothes up for me. But something seems to be missing. Where are my panties?"

"They've been taken hostage in my pocket."

"What do I have to do to get them back?"
"Oh you'll never see them alive again. But you might be able to convince me to buy you more."

She got up and walked over to him. She was still naked, and her hips and breasts were swaying softly as she moved.

"God I love to watch you walk."

She kissed him deeply, pressing her breasts and hips against him. She felt him stir slightly. "That get me anything?" she asked as she pulled away.

He reached up and touched her face. "Definitely. What are you doing tonight?"

She shook her head. "I can't tonight."

"Oh."

"Don't be sad. Remember the anticipation."

He smiled at her and cupped a breast. "Should I just bring you a new pair when I come to work on Monday?"

"Sure." She kissed him once again and then turned to go back to the couch. "I guess that means that I won't be wearing any panties that day."