Author: Elizabeth Heath
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I move both hands between your legs, relying on the fact that you're leaning your top half on the door to keep balance. I rub my palm over your clit while my other hand pushes into you. My breath is coming out in uneven gasps and shivers. My legs feel unsteady. I push up onto my toes, my calves twitching and I know I'm going to cum first.
I don't try to fight it. I let your fingers guide me. You must know how close I am because you start to rub slow and firm up the front of my pussy and I tremble against you. It rises in me like a flood; from my toes to my throat every nerve pulls taught at once. I feel my whole body shudder as the wave breaks and escapes my mouth in a long silent cry.
For a moment I can't do anything but stand there, bathed in the glow and the warmth of your body. I open and close my mouth a few times, trying to work out how to breathe. Then the air slips from my lungs in a sigh.
I slide myself off your fingers and I can feel my arms are shaking. You're standing naked up against the door. My arms are still around you; my hands are still clutching your pussy.
I move smoothly and firmly, taking your shoulder in my hand and turning you round to face me. I push my lips onto yours and find your mouth is hot and open. I push my tongue into your mouth, hungry for you. I can taste the mint of your toothpaste. I dread to think what you can taste in my mouth.
I stand up close to you so that your nipples brush my t-shirt with every move I make. I slide my hand up between your legs and gently caress you. I run my finger slowly along the lips of your pussy, from one end right to the other. You're trembling again and I hold you steady with one hand on your shoulder while I rub you with long, rocking strokes. I kiss your neck, your throat, your collar. I nuzzle up against you and lick your ear.
I can feel your body shaking. I can pull you right to the edge with just the tip of my finger. You dig your toes into the carpet and lean your head on the door. Your eyes are closed. Your mouth is open. Your legs are losing control.
I'm barely touching now. Each little brush of my nail on your clit makes you convulse right through your whole body. I keep touching. You're going to cum. I can feel it. You can't hold it much longer.
I slide my finger up into you all the way. A firm, slow thrust until my palm feels your wet lips. You gasp and shake. I rock my hand up against you. Your knees fold under you and you grab hold of me to steady yourself. You bury your face in my chest and cling to me; your whole body rocking like an earthquake.
You twitch for ages, each little spasm coupled with a gasping breath. You fingers dig into my shoulders and I feel like I'm supporting your whole body with my one hand. After long, glorious moments, you pull your hips away. I feel your body slide off my fingers leaving them sticky and wet, cooling in the air.
I wrap my arms about you and we stand a moment, hugging in the early morning light, your body still trembling with aftershocks. You look up, your eyes shining like stars. Your cheeks and throat are flushed red and hot. I kiss you tenderly. You brush my cheek with your hand.
You dress quickly while I sit on the bed and watch you. I've probably made you a little late for work, but I hope it was worth it. Once you're ready, you kiss me and run.
I lie back on your bed, my jeans still undone and open. I can still smell you in the room. I feel warm like I'm wrapped in cotton wool; safe in the cocoon of your home. I know I should shower. I know I should probably eat something. But I just want to stay here for a while remembering your body, your heat, your eyes.
The End.
The Lap Dance
We're standing in middle of the hotel room, your hands in my hair, my hands gripping your shoulders, holding myself up on tiptoe, pressed against you as our lips and tongues intertwine. Your strength thrills me, but tonight I have something else in mind. I back you up to the desk chair, pressing down on your shoulders to get you to sit. You look up at me, quizzically.
"I owe you a lap dance," I smile, bending down to loosen your tie. Sliding it free, I rub the silky material across my lips as I sidestep behind you. I lean over and whisper in your ear, "Do you trust me?" as I reach for your hands.
Excited at the thought of surrendering control to me, you let me loop the tie around your wrists at the back of the chair. Moving in front of you now, I start a slow strip tease, grasping the hem of my shirt and raising it as I dance a slow samba. I expose the soft skin of my stomach, my pants riding low on my hips, as I sway them seductively. Then higher, stopping just under my breasts, pausing to run my hands over them, my palms caressing my aching nipples. Raising my arms above my head, I slide one arm, then the other, out of the sleeves, and turn my back to you as I peel the shirt up over my head. Turning to face you, cupping my breasts, my large, rosy nipples erect and plainly visible through the white lace bra, I move in close, so close you can almost get your mouth on them.... But not quite, and then I back up again, rubbing my thumbs over my nipples, which you know sends sparks straight to my throbbing clit. You see me momentarily lose my place, my eyes closing, a soft moan escaping my lips, before I remember what I'm doing, and slide my hands down my sides and over my hips. I unbutton and unzip my pants, and slowly shimmy them down, turning and gyrating in front of you until I step free of them. White lace panties cling to my smoothly waxed pussy as I approach you again, straddling your legs, and rolling my hips. You can smell my arousal and see the sheen of moisture between my legs. Sliding a finger slowly across my wet cunt, I raise it to your mouth, and paint your lips with my juices, before backing away.
Standing in front of you once again, I unclasp the front closure of the bra, letting it fall from my arms. My nipples are hard and erect, and I cup my breasts in my hands again, rolling my hips the way I'd like to ride your cock, because my clit is engorged and aching. Finally, I can't take anymore, and one hand steals down to skim over my swollen pussy lips, lightly, ever so lightly, making my clit pulse and throb and wetness drip from my cunt, playing until my knees threaten to buckle, and I stop, breathing heavily. Once again I turn, presenting you with the view of my firm round ass and swollen cunt as I peel the panties off and bend to remove them.
I approach you, inches away, and slide my finger down between my pussy lips, gasping as I finally rub across my clit, and plunge into my wet hole, stroking, while you watch. Stopping and leaning over you, I bring my wet fingers to your mouth again. You suck them in eagerly, groaning at the taste of me, as I begin to unbutton your shirt. I replace my fingers with my lips, kissing you, tasting myself on you, tongues tangling as I lick into your mouth, hungry for you. I slide down to my knees between your legs, pulling your shirt apart, off your broad shoulders, revealing your magnificent muscular chest. I stroke the hard planes of your chest and abdomen, loving the feel of your warm skin. Looking into your eyes, I gently stroke the throbbing hardness between your legs, loving the sound of your moan, and the desire burning in your eyes. I unbutton and unzip your pants, and you lift your hips to help me as I pull them off, taking your boxer briefs with them, eager to have you naked before me.
Sliding my hands along your thighs, I lean in and lick the length of your shaft, savoring the taste of you. Cupping your balls in my hand, I swallow the head of your cock, moaning at how good you feel and taste in my mouth. Sucking and licking hungrily, my hands busy at the base of your cock and on your balls, I bring you close to the edge. You groan as I let your shaft slip from my lips. I slide my body up along yours, your wet cock slipping between my breasts as I lick and bite your nipples.
"Tell me what you want," I breathe against your chest.
"I want to fuck you," you growl, knowing how much it turns me on to hear you say it. "I want to slide my cock into your hot hole. Long, slow strokes, teasing you the way you're teasing me."
I smirk, just a bit, because while I would love that, this time I'm in charge.
"Or maybe, I'll just take this luscious hard cock," I say, grasping your shaft with one hand, "and use it for my own pleasure."
I climb on to the chair, straddling you, my dripping cunt poised over your pulsing member
, and slowly ease myself down, feeling you fill me, hearing your sharp intake of breath as my wet, warm flesh envelops you. I start a rhythm of riding you, grinding my clit against you on the downstroke, my nipples rubbing your chest, my hands on your shoulders, as I rock up and down. Your mouth is on me, anywhere you can reach, and then you latch on to that spot at the curve of my neck... It's all I need, and I cum, screaming, pussy muscles clenching and convulsing around your hard cock, collapsing against your chest. Bracing your feet against the floor, you flex your thighs and hips, thrusting hard into my limp body to find your release.
Long moments later, I lift my head from your shoulder and whisper in your ear, "Now it's your turn to tie me up."
The End.
Kayla's Afternoon Adventure
Kayla sat at the kitchen table fuming. She had intended to ask her husband about it last night, and then this morning, but she couldn't bring herself to go there. Part of it was that she was terrified of the answer. What would she do if her husband was fucking his secretary? She remembered her father telling her mother that he had fallen in love with his secretary, and she didn't want to be her mother. The words still pissed her off. She wasn't about to give her husband, Marty, the chance to tell her he had "fallen in love" with that cow of a secretary. He might be fucking her, but it wasn't love.
The longer she sat there the more enraged she became. For the sake of her sanity Kayla got up and went to take a shower. After a long hot shower to clear her head Kayla stepped out into a steam fill bathroom and dried off. As she went into the bedroom she stopped before a full length mirror and let her towel drop. She just stared at herself in the mirror. As she stared she kept asking herself "why?" She looked at the image and thought about all the men and the occasional woman, who made passes at her. Some of the men were Marty's friends. Looking in the mirror Kayla saw a very desirable woman. She had brunette hair that came down just past her shoulders. A pair of teardrop shaped DD breasts that were better than most women's store bought breasts. A very fit body that was her reward for two hour days, five days a week of pure hell at the gym. Her ass was a thing of beauty, and this wasn't just her ego talking. This was the comments men and women gave her. It was firm from a very rigorous lower body workout program that she did while at the gym. Her backside and legs were the beneficiary of these workouts. Kayla didn't have the rail thin body you saw on so many models now days. No, she had curves in all the right places, almost a Marilyn Monroe body, but in an athletic form.
Kayla decided she wasn't going to sit at home and make herself ill over someone who didn't care about her so she was going to dress and go to the city. She slipped on a pair of tiny white lacy panties and then went into her closet. Looking around her eyes went right to a white sundress that buttoned up in the front. She slipped it on and looked at it in the mirror. It looked beyond sexy, she was stunning. At first she was afraid that her nipples would be visible though the material, but she didn't see anything and she was looking close. It wasn't real short, but it gave the impression of it being shorter than it really was because the bottom two inches were sheer. Looking at herself in the mirror Kayla was deciding how many buttons to leave unbuttoned. She went with buttoning all but the top button, and the very bottom button. Kayla smiled at the image in the mirror and went looking for shoes. She decided that since this was a beach looking dress she would go with sandals. When she slipped her feet in them she smiled at the bright red toenails peeking out.
Kayla breezed out of her house and headed out on her adventure. Before she hit the interstate she saw she need gas and stopped at the station to fill her tank. As she got out of the car a breeze kicked up and caused her dress to lift just slightly, but it was enough for someone to get a quick view of her panties if they were looking the right way. Kayla just smiled to herself as she placed the gas nozzle into her tank and started filling her car with gas. She didn't say anything, but every guy who walked past her kept looking back at her. What she didn't realize is the effect the sun had on her dress. In the right light you could see her large, dark nipples almost as if her dress was wet. She wasn't paying attention to that. She was more interested in knowing she had what it took to turn men on, even if her bastard of a husband didn't think so.
With a smile she sped off down the interstate leaving behind several drooling men. Kayla decided to use a parking garage since she was going to be down town most of the day. Once she parked she headed for the elevator, but since it was taking forever she decided to use the stairs. She was only on the fourth level so it wouldn't be bad, plus her sandals were much easier than heels, so off she went. As she made the turn from the third to the fourth level she came across a couple workers using the stairs as a place to take a smoke break and she gave them a soft smile as she went by. As Kayla got to the last rung of steps she heard the workers talking "Man, did you see how hot she was? She had those tits bouncing." That was followed by more talk and had Kayla blushing as she hit the door to exit.
With a devilish grin Kayla decided to have some fun. She made sure her step had a bounce to it, and indeed she noticed how her tits did bounce. This thought and some of the looks she was getting made her nipples respond. She could feel them hardening, and she had to make a quick stop in a store so she could check them out in a mirror. It turns out the first store was a men's clothing store, but she could always tell them she was looking for something for her husband. As she walked around she would glance at herself in the mirrors and sure enough her nipples were on high beam. As she found her way around the store she ended up in the tie section. A young salesman came up to her and asked if he could help her and Kayla said "Yes, I'm looking for a couple ties for my brother. I was thinking silk."
He proceeded to show her a wide selection all the while glancing down at her chest. This stirred kayla even more and she decided to push it. As he showed her one beautiful tie Kayla accidentally bumped into him. Her breast brushing against his arm. Kayla didn't look down, but she knew her nipple was rock hard from that simple touch. After apologizing for bumping into him she reached for the tie he was holding and her fingers lightly caressed his hand as she made contact. She tried to make eye contact with him while they talked about the tie, but he kept looking away. Trying his best not to get caught looking at her engorged nipples that were very much on display under her dress. Finally Kayla felt sorry for the young man and bought a couple ties and as she was leaving she heard him tell the manager he was going to take a break. Kayla smiled as she pictured the young man in the back masturbating.
As Kayla walked along the storefronts she suddenly stopped when she saw the most beautiful sundress she had seen in a long time. She went in and the lone person in there was a young guy with a local high school jersey on. He almost fell over the box he was unpacking when she said something to him.
"How did you get in? We don't open until this weekend." He managed to say as he tried to catch his breath.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know. The door was unlocked and I thought y'all were open." Kayla said with her sweetest smile. The poor kid was nervous just being around Kayla. He looked to be just coming out of that awkward stage that you go through after your body goes through a growth spurt. He obviously was still a little clumsy, but he had the shoulders and height that told Kayla he was going to be very handsome when he fills out. "I just saw that gorgeous red sundress in the window and I really have to have it. Can't you please make an exception for me and sell it to me today? Please? Pretty please?"
"I don't know. My aunt just left to run an errand and she is going to be gone for a couple hours. I might get in trouble for selling something before we open."
All Kayla heard was his aunt would be gone for a couple hours. "I tell you what. My name is Kayla. What is your's?" She said as she stuck out her hand to shake his.
"My name is Bobby, uh Bob." He said as he shook Kayla's hand.
Kayla had his hand and she wasn't going to let it go until she got her dress. "How old are you Bob? Do you go to the local university
?"
Bobby blushed at the question and the fact that Kayla was still holding his hand. "No ma'am, I go to Summerville High School. I'm a senior there. I just turned 18 last week."
"Really? Well happy belated birthday!" Kayla said as she leaned in and pulled him closer to give him a hug. She smiled over his shoulder as she knew her breasts were pressing against him. "Can't you please sell me that dress? Or at least look and see if you have one in my size?"
A very red faced Bobby pulled back and said he would look. Kayla knew she had him right where she wanted him. He even had to wipe his palms on his pants as he walked away. "Ummmm Bobby? I'm sorry, I mean Bob? Don't you need my size?" Kayla said with a sexy smile.
"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry. What size are you looking for?"
"I'm not sure. I like the way this dress fits, but I'm not sure if it is too tight. What do you think?" Then Kayla spun around slowly and when she stopped she gave Bobby another drop dead sexy smile.
Bobby swallowed a couple times and finally said "I think that dress looks great on you."
"Oh thank you Bob. Why don't I go with you to look for that dress. Oh yeah, don't forget to lock the front door. You don't want anymore dingbats like me walking in and bothering you while you work."
Bobby said "Yeah, that's a good idea."
While Bobby went to lock the front door Kayla unbuttoned another button at the top of her dress as well as at the bottom. Now she was showing some serious cleavage. She even checked a nearby mirror and when she bent over just right you could see her big nipples. Bobby came back just as she stood back up, and Kayla gave him that sweet smile.
"All locked up. Nobody will bother us." He said as he headed to the back of the store. Kayla surprised him by hooking her arm around his and walking with him.
"Lead on kind sir." Kayla said in a fake southern accent. All the time making sure her breast was pressed against his arm the entire way.