Architect

Architect
by SharpieInk ©

I hate blind dates. After a rather terrible experience with a guy who spent four straight hours talking about nothing but his pet ferret Daisy, I decided to swear off them forever.

I've also sworn never to get a tattoo, but I'm the proud bearer of a small set of blue wings between my breasts...you see where this leads me.

My best friend Lex (short for Alexandria) called me at work last Wednesday.

"Jen," she bubbled. "I found him. Jackson Brutt. The perfect guy for you!"

After breaking up with my last long-term boyfriend over a year ago, I've tried all types, without much success. I tried to convince Lex that I wasn't really in the mood for a date, but she insisted that I at least meet the guy for drinks. She told me he was expecting me Friday evening at Hewlett's, an upscale but not overly ritzy place close to my office (the nerve of that girl, I swear....). Since the date had already been set up, I figured I'd spend an hour or so with the poor guy (with a name like "Jackson Brutt," I assumed he'd be somewhat of a loser), be charming and cute, and leave before dinner.

That Friday I dressed up more than usual for work. I wasn't trying to impress the guy too much, but I figured I'd give him a little thrill for his money. A peek of cleavage, a bit of leg, that sort of thing. I chose an above-the-knee suede skirt in khaki with a slit up my thigh to five or six inches below my waist. I also wore a tight-fitting deep red button-up blouse with a Mandarin collar - my favorite top because it matches these sexy red leather pumps I found on a business-slash-shopping trip to New York. I decided on a basic black silk demi-bra and V-string to complement my outfit...not that he'd ever see them; I just like the feel of silk against my skin.

I showed up at Hewlett's at 5:30, the time Lex had set with Jackson. Lex had planned so well that she'd even reserved a table for us so we'd find each other immediately. I dug through my purse for the scrap of paper I'd written it on...the circle booth in the back left corner. I looked up. It was empty. Good. Time to get settled in before Jackson arrived. I told the host I had a table under the name Brutt and he led me straight to the corner.

I sat down and ordered a cosmopolitan. I sipped it as I gazed around the restaurant. Suddenly, I felt a hand at my elbow. I whirled around. A man was standing beside me.

"Miss Packard?"

I gave him a once-over. He was tall, maybe 6'2", with dark brown hair and blue eyes. His face was angular, but not pointy. My first impression: striking, and very sexy. Was this him? Lex hadn't told me he was so...attractive.

"Jackson?" I asked.

"Yes, but you can call me Jack. Nice to meet you," he said, releasing my elbow and holding out his hand. I took it and gave it the requisite shake, still incredulous that he was so stunning.

"Do you mind if I sit down?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No, no, not at all." He slid into the booth at the other end.

Struggling to regain my composure (wow, Lex...he's gorgeous!), I attempted small talk. "I took the liberty of ordering a drink. I hope you don't mind."

He smiled. "Feel free to order anything you like." He signaled to a passing waiter and ordered a Scotch.

"So, Alexandria told me you work for an architectural firm. Are you an architect?"

I nodded. "Yep." I launched into a monologue on how I became what I am, my major projects and my firm. Jack paid polite attention, smiling and nodding appropriately.

"So, Jack, what do you do?"

He took a drink of his Scotch. "I'm in the restaurant business."

"Oh, really? Which restaurant do you work for?"

He looked down almost shyly. "I own a few. You probably haven't heard of most of them - they're located in Seattle and L.A., where most of my family lives. The one I spend the most time in, however, is in Boston. It's called...Hewlett's."

This took a moment to sink in. "Hewlett's? As in...here?"

He laughed. "Yeah, here."

"You own it?" Jack was not at all what I expected. I was prepared for a bespectacled, pale and pudgy web-designer/computer nerd coworker of Lex's. Instead, I got the suave, extremely wealthy owner of one of the best restaurants in Boston.

"Mmm-hmm. It's the only restaurant that I take a personal interest in. The rest I inherited from my father, but Hewlett's is all mine."

Jack and I continued to talk over two more rounds of drinks, dinner (absolutely fantastic pepper-lime chicken and grilled vegetables) and chocolate martinis. The more I learned, the more I was intrigued. Jack spent most of his time in Boston, though he did travel to the west coast once or twice every quarter. He lived in a flat in the city, but also had a house in North Bend, a little town close to Seattle. He met Lex when he had her design the web site for one of his L.A. restaurants - a little Thai place visited regularly by the stars of Hollywood.

What amazed me the most about Jack was that even though he was incredibly rich, he never once seemed to be bragging. This was definitely a man I could enjoy....

As our martinis slowly disappeared, our conversation grew more personal. I told Jack about my ex-boyfriend and my disappointing string of one-night stands. He revealed that he had recently left his girlfriend of two years, one of Seattle's finest, because she demanded that he propose, complete with a 1.2 million dollar engagement ring from Tiffany's. As I took the last sip of my drink, Jack leaned over to me.

"Jen, I don't want to seem too bold, but...well, would you like to come to my place for some coffee or something?"

I silently thanked Lex for her excellent matchmaking abilities.

"I'd love to."

We left without paying the bill (it was, of course, on the house) and Jack hailed a cab. He gave the driver directions to his flat and we relaxed into the leather seat. During the bumpy ride, Jack's fingers brushed mine several times, but I couldn't tell if it was truly from the turbulence or just extremely well-timed.

We pulled up to a 1930's factory building with "Ziegler's Tires" painted in white on the side. Jack saw my quick look of confusion and leaned over. "Don't worry, the inside's a lot better than the outside.

The creaky old elevator carried us up to his flat. It was very open, decorated in dark wood, rich leather and airy fabrics...very classy, even for a rich guy.

Jack headed straight to the kitchen. "How do you take your coffee?" he asked.

"Black," I replied, taking a seat on the enormous leather couch.

Jack returned in a few moments with a pot of coffee and two mugs on a wooden tray. "Do you like jazz?" he inquired, before turning towards his high-end stereo.

"Love it," I replied, tasting my coffee. It was just strong enough to be worth it, but not bitter.

He put in a CD of something I couldn't quite identify. We relaxed on the couch and talked more about our past loves. Suddenly, Jack leapt to his feet.

"Let's dance," he proposed, holding out his hand. I stood, and he pulled me to him, locking his arm around my waist and taking my hand in his. We swayed back and forth to the music, not keeping a strict beat but letting the notes flow over us. As the song stretched on, our bodies pushed closer and closer together, until my head was on his chest and both of his arms were wrapped around me.

When the music ended, I looked up at Jack. Without breaking our eye contact, he bent his head, and our lips met. His mouth was warm and soft, the flavor of coffee still on his tongue. We kissed again, this time with more passion, tongues entwining, seeking, finding pleasures both of us had been missing. As the kiss grew longer, it became more insistent, until we were grinding our lips against each other's, forcing our tongues into each other's mouths.

Jack broke the kiss and stepped back slightly.

"Jen," he said hesitantly. "It's been a while...if we keep going, it's going to have to be fast."

I could barely stop myself from jumping on him. I needed him, needed his hands on my skin, needed him inside of me. I didn't care how. "Fast is good," I replied, and he pulled me hard against him. Jack picked me up off the floor, pulling my skirt up enough that I could wrap my legs around him. He carried me to the couch and stretched me out on the leather, lying on top of me, hands still wrapped around me.

I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, pulling his head towards mine for an even deeper kiss, if possible. As we made out, I could feel him growing harder against my stomach. I pointed my toes against the arm of the couch and slid up so that his stiffening cock was nestled between my legs. As I squeezed my thighs together, he moaned.

"Yeah, Jen...god, yeah."

His hands moved to the front of my blouse and began to unfasten it, one agonizing button at a time. I arched my back so he could reach the last few buttons. As soon as he finished, he threw it open and dove into my breasts, kissing and sucking on the exposed flesh, lapping at my tattoo (never say never). His hands snaked back to the clasp of my bra and deftly unsnapped it, freeing even more skin for his attentions.

When he took one nipple into his mouth, I couldn't help myself.

"Mmmm, yeah Jack...just like that...suck my nipple, it feels so good!"

He responded by moving to my other breast, his hand covering the one he had just been sucking. His tongue was so hot. I felt like my nipples were on fire...god, it felt so good. His teeth scraped against my skin, biting while he sucked at my breasts, hard. By now, we were frantically grinding against each other, both craving release.

He sat and pulled me up with him. I immediately leaned forward to untuck his shirt and unbutton his pants. I almost pushed him off the couch in an effort to get him to stand so I could yank his khakis down, freeing what I was sure would be a beautiful cock.

He kicked off his shoes and I pulled down his pants and his boxers, finally revealing what I had been missing. His cock was a little over six inches long, and thick enough that I couldn't encircle it with my finger and thumb. Without hesitation I took it into my mouth until the head hit the back of my throat. I could hear him mumbling something, but all I cared about was sucking him. I bobbed up and down on his cock, kneeling on the couch to get the best angle, kneading his balls with one hand and steadying myself against his hip with the other. He was smooth, sweet, salty...so many sensations wrapped up in this most primal of actions: mouth on cock.

I licked and sucked on his balls as I stroked his shaft, then returned to teasing the head of his cock with my throat as I took him all into my mouth. I felt him tug gently at my hair.

"Jen," he moaned. "Jen, you better stop if you want me to fuck you."

At those words, I stood up and pulled off my skirt and thong. I was dripping wet, and the lips of my pussy were bright pink and slightly swollen.

"Lay back on the couch," he directed. I did, spreading my legs. He sat between them, slowly sliding a finger into my pussy.

His touch was exquisite, but I craved something biger. "More," I whispered. He quickly complied, adding his index finger to his middle digit and gliding them in and out of my wet pussy. I pushed my hips toward him.

"Now," I gasped. "Please, Jack, now!" Before I finished my sentence, he withdrew his fingers and plunged into me, filling me completely with his rigid cock.

"Fuck yeah," I moaned. Jack fucked me hard and fast, my back sliding against the leather as I clutched at him, my fingernails leaving raised, red trails on his skin. I could tell that gliding in and out of my tight little pussy was getting him close, and I pulled my legs up to my shoulders to let him go even deeper. The new position provided delicious friction against my G-spot.

"Mmm...fuck, Jack. God, fuck me hard! God, your cock feels so good!"

I'm not a slut, I promise, but I do like to talk dirty...I can't help it. The words just come out on their own.

Jack licked his fingers and reached down to rub my clit. This sent me over the edge, and we finished together, his cum spilling into me as my pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock. He collapsed on me, exhausted, and began sucking my earlobe.

"God," he whispered. "That was amazing."

"Hell yeah," I replied.

We lay there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of a really good fuck. Suddenly, Jack smiled devilishly. I realized we were both still semi-clothed - me in heels, he in his shirt - and wondered if he was laughing at our state of disarray.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he replied innocently. "Just wondering if you were ready for round two...."

Anything For A Lady

Anything For A Lady
by cinful ©

Daniel could hear the sound of heavy funk playing almost before he reached the balcony. Prince, moaning on and on about some lover or another.

Must be coming from Sami’s balcony. He knew it wouldn’t be on so loud if she’d known he was going to be home, but when she’d run into him yesterday he’d told her he’d be gone all weekend. Now his plans had changed and he was home for the day. He considered asking her to turn it down, then decided he’d just let it be. It didn’t hurt to let loose once in a while. After all, she was a good neighbour, considerate and friendly. They didn’t talk much but he liked to think of her as a friend. She was probably catching a few sunrays on the balcony. He’d seen her out there in her black one-piece bathing-suit sleeping away a hot afternoon more than once.

Quietly, so as not to disturb her – although the music was loud enough that he hardly thought that likely – he stepped out to check the flower-boxes. The impatiens and fuchsia might need watering. The sun felt good, and Daniel glanced over at his neighbour’s balcony. The sight that greeted him stopped him short.

There was Sami, eyes closed, sprawled out on a foam mat and beach towel.

Completely nude.

In sleep one of her plump hands had curled around her left breast. It was a large breast, pale pink compared to the rest of her tanned body. A rosy puckered nipple rested between thumb and forefinger.

Her other hand rested against her large thigh.

Daniel moved as if to go inside but found himself helplessly rooted to the spot.

She was a large woman, maybe 200 pounds, and just an inch or so over 5 feet. He’d always thought her uniquely beautiful. Her face was animated, and her dark eyes were always full of mischief. She dressed to accentuate her well-proportioned figure, and her outfits tended to showcase her gorgeous breasts.

He took another good look at the breast she was holding and caught his breath. Her hand was moving slowly over the crest, palming the nipple. She pressed the whole breast flat as she did this, over and over in even circles, obviously enjoying the softness of her own skin.

Daniel could imagine how velvet and warm it felt, how the nipple might feel - and taste - in his mouth.

Unable to help himself he checked out her other hand. It was crawling up over her inner thigh, brushing dark pubic hair as it traveled up over her round belly and back down. Down…

Daniel had no doubt where that hand was heading, and he knew he should leave.

Sami’s head rolled a little on the mat but her eyes remained closed. Her mouth was slightly parted, and by the rise and fall of those generous breasts he could tell she was breathing faster now.

Was she awake? What if she opened her eyes and saw him?

He was distracted from the thought by the movement of her hand. It opened, plucked at a pink nipple, and pinched the puckered flesh between forefinger and thumb. She rolled it between her fingers, making it lengthen and harden further. The other nipple was puckering in jealous response.

Daniel couldn’t move. His cock was tightening, wanting to lift toward his stomach, asking to be free of clothes. It didn’t care if it got caught. It wanted out. It wanted to watch.

Daniel wanted to watch.

Sami’s legs were shifting, restlessly. He watched as she drew up her knees. She planted her feet firmly on the mat and dropped her thighs open.

From where he stood he had a clear view. Wet lips the colour of fine wine, dark shiny hair, and fingers sliding down to brush the swollen folds. He was almost sure he caught a glimpse of her hard clit as her fingers brushed it in passing. She was going to do this, Daniel realized. Right here on the balcony with him almost between her thighs, watching. She was going to make herself come…

She was close enough that he could smell her arousal mixed with the subtle cocoanut scent of sunscreen. It made his balls twitch, begin to ache.

The music was obviously getting to her. It was so sexual. He’d always suspected her of being a very sexual person. And now he’d never be able to look at her any other way.

He imagined his own hand there, between those large thighs, dipping into that pot of honey. His right hand drifted to the nagging length pressing against the zipper of his shorts.

Might as well, he thought, unzipping. Was she any less likely to scream if he was clothed at this point? He dropped the shorts to the ground and kicked them to one side.

Her fingers were sliding inside her pussy now, the heel of her hand making small circles over the top of her mound. He bet she could feel her hard clit pressing into her palm. Her round hips lifted, her thighs trembled with tension as she lifted up, gyrated. Pressing herself harder into her hand.

Daniel took hold of his cock, gave it a firm squeeze, and imagined it there, where her fingers were. Imagined thrusting into her, filling her where her fingers could only tease.

She was tugging at her nipples hard. Pulling them away from her breast, one then the other. Pinching. Cupping the whole breast then dropping it and returning to the nipples over and over again, while her fingers slid in and out between her thighs in a matching rhythm.

She was not gentle with those lovely big mounds.

Daniel could imagine them in his mouth, biting them. She’d probably like that. His cock gave a leap at the thought. He stroked it once then stopped. He didn’t want to get distracted from what Sami was doing. He wanted to see her face, hear her moan.

He loved the way she was biting her lip, he bet she was close already.

Suddenly she opened her eyes.

He was caught - naked on his balcony, cock in hand, watching her touch herself. The railing between their balconies was open, they’d removed the privacy screen to allow for more light to their apartments, just a few weeks ago, and he knew she could see what he was up to as clearly as he could see her.

He didn’t let go, and he didn’t leave. It was too late to pretend this wasn’t happening. He was very curious as to what she would do now.

Her lip had slipped from between her teeth…and she smiled.

Her breath was definitely rough now, coming fast. She thrust her fingers in and out, her eyes taking a good look at him in the meantime. Daniel loved the way she lingered at his crotch, not afraid to take a good look.

Then she brought her fingers out and ran the middle one up and over her clit, once, twice then slid it down and back inside the wetness of her body. Was she hot? Tight? Daniel was dying now to know what she was feeling with her own finger.

She gave a soft moan and let her index finger join the middle one, sliding in, spreading herself wider for him to see.

She knew he was there, and she wasn’t stopping. He registered the thought surprisingly quickly considering all the blood had left his brain and was pooling in his cock.

Her other hand let go of the nipple it was tormenting, she crooked her finger inviting him over.

Even with a stiff cock he managed to scramble over the railing.

For a moment he stood, almost between her thighs, not sure what to do.

Her hand lifted one large breast up away from her body, toward him. A pagan offering.

Daniel moved to her side, knelt on the mat and ran his hand over the silky skin of her breast, across the hard nipple.

She let out a soft groan. Her hand dropped in his lap.

He took her fingers and wrapped it around his cock.

She didn’t tug or stroke, just held it as her attention returned to the hand buried in her pussy. She slid the fingers out, made a V and ran then down each side of her clit, not touching it directly. She did this over and over, prolonging the sensation. Daniel loved this, the view it gave him was indescribable.

He didn’t know how long he could keep watching without losing his own load.

“Go on…I want to watch you come…”

She shuddered, and gave a nod, biting her lip again. Then slid her fingers back into her pussy.

He pinched her nipple gently.

“Harder,” she told him. “Really hard.”

Anything for a lady…

He kept a steady rhythm on the nipple, pinching, pulling, the way he’d seen her do it, in time to her thrusting fingers.

Her hips were off the mat, rotating, pressing into the palm that barely left her mound.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” he urged. Her fingers tightened around him in response. He gritted his teeth, determined to hold back, to watch her.

She was panting now, her hips gyrating like a belly dancer’s, fingers thrusting in and out.

She pulled her fingers out and clamped her clit between forefinger and thumb giving the distended flesh a tug. Then, just as he thought she was going to come, she slid them back in and continued thrusting. Her pelvis began pumping hard against the hand.

Daniel pinched her nipple as hard as he could.

A moan exploded from her, then took the form of a garbled “Yes, yes, yes…” expelled with each breath.

Daniel knew she was coming now, and how he managed to avoid releasing his own load he had no idea.

With his free hand he peeled her hand of his cock to avoid the possibility that he wouldn’t last another second. He wanted to be there, where her fingers rested, deep inside her, when he lost it.

He watched her face as she came down. Her hips were still moving slowly, although her fingers were still. He could imagine the contractions she was feeling with those fingers. Imagined that she was enjoying them…he planned to enjoy them too…

Then she opened her eyes, looking down at his hard cock.

“Oh good,” she said, with a grin. “You waited.”

He couldn’t help but grin back. He felt like a horny teenager all over again.

“Yes, but for what?” he asked…knowing the answer he hoped for.

She looked him straight in the eye then, not near as shy as he thought she would be…or perhaps just brazening it out, he couldn’t tell.

“Well, unless you have another idea, I would love that inside me…now.”

“Fingers not enough huh?” he teased, as his cock twitched in approval of the idea.

This time she did blush, but he stroked her round belly, and brought his hand over the one she’d not yet freed from her wet pussy. He brought the fingers to his mouth and began to slowly lick her juices from them, keeping his eyes on hers the whole time.

Her pupils dilated in response, her bottom lip quivered as she took a deep breath.

“I have condoms in the bathroom,” she said.

Daniel bent over and kissed her quickly then dashed to the bathroom as fast as his impatient body would let him.

He slipped the condom on while she watched. She hadn’t moved. One arm was resting over her head and the other was back resting on a breast.

He knelt between her spread thighs. They were large, tanned, strong-looking. He imagined them gripping him, holding him deep inside her. He’d never had a woman so substantial before…but he had fantasized about it. A lot.

He wouldn’t have to imagine it any longer.

He watched as she slipped both her hands around the railing behind her head, and lifted her ass of the mat, her body calling his.

No reason to wait.

She was so wet, so open, obviously eager to have him inside.

He inched forward, grasped her knees and pushed them wider apart. He moved so the head of his cock was sliding through her hot folds, brushing her clit, teasing a little.

“Come on,” she encouraged, hips thrusting towards him.

He pulled back, and slid in with no help from either of them. Halfway, then back an inch or so. It felt so good he repeated it a few times, then dropped his hands on either side of her breasts and gave a solid thrust. He held himself buried there a minute.

She moved back a little then pressed forward, taking him in deeper.

“You can do it as hard as you want,” she grinned. “I’m a big girl, I can take it.”

That was all he needed to hear. She was gripping him tight, so hot, and he was so ready, he wasn’t able to go slow anyway…this time.

He began slamming into her.

She gripped the railing, meeting his thrusts, slamming back.

The music was picking up, Prince, screaming about sex, sex, and more sex. The music drove him faster, drove her faster.

“Yes, yes, yes…” she chanted in perfect rhythm to his thrusting…to the music they were making.

He slammed into her again and again. Her breasts were in beautiful fluid motion with the force of the blows. He managed to capture a pink nipple in his mouth, worked it hard with lips and tongue…

“Daniel. Daniel, Daniel…” she was panting now…

Oh god, she was going to come again! He loved it. He tugged the nipple between his teeth, let go, switched to the other one.

She was incredible, meeting him blow for blow, calling his name…

Suddenly the sensation of pussy contracting all around him, her heels hitting the backs of his legs as she brought her knees up in response to her orgasm. Pulling him to the deepest core of her, milking him.

He heard her moaning his name and his body answered, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. He dropped the nipple from his mouth, arched his back, and pounded into her with no reserve.

As he released his load he thought he called out her name too…

She seemed to pulse around him forever, thighs clutching his hips, not letting him pull out. Her head was arched back, knuckles white around the railing.

He dropped forward weakly, kissed each nipple and then her mouth.

He felt her hands in his hair, then drifting over his back.

Then she delivered a sharp slap to his ass.

“Next time, “ she said, against his mouth. “I get to be on top.”

He just nodded.

Anything for a lady.

Antiques Made While You Wait

Antiques Made While You Wait
by Unplugged ©

It was to be a drive in the country. Nothing more. Little did I know what lay ahead along the back roads of Maine. It was a perfect day to take the MG out for a spin. It had sat in the garage all winter long, up on blocks looking so sad, its British Racing Green paint looked so blue as it waited for the warm days and hot nights of summer. At last it was time.

I folded back the top and stowed it under its cover, slid into the driver's seat and started it up. The Weber's sucked in the gas and air and the exhaust rumbled beneath me. Out the drive and cross-town we sprinted. I just knew that Judy would love my toy. She had heard me talk about it all winter. She had kidded me that I was still a teenager at heart, and I had tried to prove it in our lovemaking, fighting against the ravages of my age. I had just turned 44, and I guess the MG was an attempt, along with me determined lovemaking, to hold back the march of time. So far, it seemed to be working.

She bounced down the stairs with that great smile lighting up the street and hoped in the front seat. Her cotton summer dress rode up her leg and she caught me glancing at the smooth white of her thighs. "He dog, you!" she exclaimed, hitting my on my arm. "Watch the road, not me!" I smiled and pulled away from the curb and roared down the street heading.... Out there somewhere. The destination was unimportant. Getting there was the thing.

The road bent this way and that and the MG hugged each corner like a lover hugs in the afterglow of lovemaking. I could tell Judy loved it. She never stopped smiling. Her hair trailed behind her in the wind, wisps of it catching in the corner of her mouth. She looked so incredibly sexy.

I pulled her to me, her head resting on my shoulder, my right hand on the inside of her left knee. Her skin was cool to the touch, soft, and yielding. Her legs fell apart as if she were inviting me to explore more than the roads of the Maine countryside. My fingers traced designs on the inside of her leg. Stars. Mountain ranges. Trees. I began to trace out letters. Writing dirty little messages of my desires on her flesh. She knew what I was doing, but I could tell she could not make out the words. We continued to tease for the better part of an hour as we rose up into the Mountains.

We rounded a hairpin turn at there, tucked in a grove of white pines was an antiques store. The sign out front read, "Antiques Made While You Wait". I pulled in on a whim, and smiled seductively at Judy. She knew what I was thinking and smiled back. We walked up on the porch and were greeted by a very attractive woman, barefoot; hair pulled back, soft eyes that seemed to burn into you.

"Welcome, make yourself at home. If ya see anything ya like, give me a call. I'll come runnin'."

We opened the door, jingling the chimes of the jamb, and walked in. The place was a wonder of lost and forgotten memories. The smell of old leather and barn board intoxicated us as we strolled up and down the labyrinth of alleyways and dead ends created by the piles of antiques.

It was dark in the store, and we were alone. As I passed by Judy, I let me hand brush across the cheeks of her ass. I could feel them tighten under my fingers. A minute later she returned the favor as she reached for a old rusted horseshoe on the table in front of me, her had quickly squeezing my cock on the way by. Her eyes were on fire. I knew this might get interesting.

Eventually we found ourselves at the far reaches of the store, in an alcove cluttered with old quilts and rugs of every color and description on one wall, and ten thousand mason jars filled with buttons and screws and nails and just about anything else anyone could imagine ever putting in mason jars on the other. I wrapped my arms around Judy's waist and pulled her to me. Her breasts pressed against my chest, my hips ground into her hips, our lips found each other and we drifted in an endless kiss.

Our tongues lolled about each others as our hands explored bodies. Pinching, caressing, pulling, squeezing each little sensitive area. I pulled at the hem of her skirt, lifting it to her breasts. My mouth lowered and lips surrounded her nipple. It was hard, erect, sweet. I nibbled as her hand worked frantically at my belt. Suddenly she stumbled backwards against the wall and a mason jar crashed to the floor. We froze, hardly breathing. The jingle of the chimes signaled an end to our lovemaking, and we quickly separated and walked innocently in two different directions. The excitement of the moment started to subside and I again found myself examining other peoples junk.

As I studied the binding of an old English book, wondering what stories it could tell if it could talk, from behind the warm arms of my lover wrapped around me.

"SSShhhhh," she whispered. She quickly slipped an old musty pair of sleeping blindfolds on me. The kind you see in the old silent movies worn by ladies trying to sleep on the train. I decided to play her game and offered no resistance. She turned me around and undid my belt and pulled my pants down around my knees. She leaned me against the tabletop and began rubbing my cock to erection. It didn't take long given that we had just almost made love in the alcove. Soon her hands were replaced by the warm wetness of her mouth. Her lips sucked me in, her tongue dancing along the bottom of my cock, her teeth scraping along its length. I felt it fill her as it brushed against the back of her throat. She held me there, cupping my balls in the palm of her hand, kneading them gently. My cock throbbed as she sucked in and out, letting me fuck her face.

I was in heaven. I let myself go with the flow of her attentiveness. A finger found my ass, and teased it, making tiny circles around it. Her mouth began bobbing up and down on me now like a bucking bronco. I could feel my cum welling up inside me, waiting to explode. Suddenly her finger slipped into my ass. That was the trigger. I could hold out no longer and I came gallons down her throat. Wave after wave of cum poured out of me. Filling her, as she swallowed eagerly.

I slumped against the table and whispered, "That was incredible, lover!" and drifted away for what seemed like hours in the glow of the orgasm. When I came around I removed the blindfold and she was gone. Off exploring through the junk again I suppose.

I made myself presentable, and wove my way back toward the door. I found Judy sitting on the front stairs finishing a bottle of coke, staring off into the mountains with a dreamy look on her face. The other woman was gone, her rocking chair empty. I took Judy's hand and led her to the car, got in and drove away in contented silence. About ten miles down the road I looked at Judy through the foggy eyes of a man you had just climbed to the sexual mountaintop of his life and said, "Lover, that was the most incredible sex I have ever had. You are fantastic! No one can do that like you can."

She looked back at me, her eyes narrowing, a look of puzzlement on her face. "What the hell are you talking about? As soon as I heard the owner come in the store, I left and waited for you on the porch."

I sank back into my seat, threw the car into third gear, and screamed down the mountain road, not saying another word.

Antiques made, while you wait.