Two Heads are Better Than One

The show had rocked.  I loved these smaller venues, packed little bars with live music.  This band was hot!  The music and the band members.  After an evening of dancing and drinking my adrenaline was at an all time high.  It was midnight already and I was not ready to go home.

The band had returned to sign autographs, so I bought one of their CDs from the merch table, ordered a beer and hung back a little, waiting for the crowd around them to thin out a little.  It was a week night, so many of the patrons, once they had their autographs were making their way to door to pile into cabs or their cars and head home.  The bar emptied pretty quickly.

I did a quick touch up on my make up and as I looked in the mirror, I had to admit that I was looking pretty good.  My blond hair was long and straight, and even though I had hit my forties, working out had kept my body lean and hard.  The short tight dress I was wearing accentuated my curves and my four inch heels made my legs look long and shapely.

By the time I approached the band, there were only a couple of die hard fans surrounding them and as they signed my CD, I told them how much I had enjoyed the show.  So much in fact that I really hadn't wanted to end.  I still had a lot of pent up energy.

The lead singer, who was tall, lean and absolutely gorgeous looked me over and with a mischievous grin said, "There are other ways to burn off energy."

I couldn't help but smile back and in a sultry voice replied, "Oh yes, there are.  Can I buy you boys a round of shots?"  Right away, three of the members begged off, mumbling about being exhausted and having to crash.  The lead singer and the drummer though took me up on my offer and I stood between them at the bar as the bartender poured Tequila shots.

I was flirting with both of them, enjoying the attention I was getting.  They were both young and very good looking.  The drummer had dark thick hair and his body was hard and muscular. The lead singer was very rock and roll with dark hair as well, his body tall and lean.

"Do you still have a lot of energy?" The singer asked me as he slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me against his body.

"Oh yes," I sighed, my body already responding to his touch.

"Enough for both of us?" He whispered in my ear.  I felt the drummers lips brush the back of my bare shoulder, his hand moving over my ass and finding its way below the hem of my short dress and between my legs.

My cunt reacted instantly, wetting my panties.  I leaned back against the drummer's chest as my teeth gently tugged the singer's earlobe and moaned, "Let's go!"

They had rooms booked at the hotel next to bar and we headed to the singers room.  My head was swimming, my body was hot and already shaking with anticipation.  As soon as the door closed behind us, the singer's mouth was on mine, his hands at my waist.  At the same time, I felt the drummers hands unzipping the back of my dress, then moving over my shoulders, letting my dress fall to my ankles.

I stood between them in my panties, stockings and heels.  I was already braless, my tits hard and swollen, my nipples erect.  The drummer's hands turned me around, his lips finding mine, his hands on my tits, caressing and squeezing, rolling my nipples between his fingers.  The singer wrapped his arm around me from behind, placing his hand on my flat stomach as his other hand reached into my panties from behind, his fingers finding my wet hot cunt, fondling my clit and dipping into my pussy.

I moaned with ecstasy.  Their hands and lips were everywhere. "I don't want you boys to feel left out. Here I am half naked and you still have all you clothes on......"

They let go of me momentarily as they hurriedly undressed.  My eyes took in their beautiful young bodies, both of their very generous packages fully erect.  The singer pulled the pillows from the bed and stacked them on the floor.  Laying down and propping his head on the pillows he said, "Lose those pretty panties, baby.  Leave your stockings and shoes on and come sit on my face."

I got down on my knees, straddling his head.  His head was propped high and my cunt lined up perfectly with his mouth.  He didn't even hesitate - his tongue was immediately on my pussy, circling my clit.  I moaned with pleasure as his teeth and tongue continued to tease my clit.  The drummer stood in front of me, stroking his long hard cock.  My mouth watered and I placed my hands on his hips and ran my tongue along his shaft.  I took him into my wet hot mouth, my lips moving up and down his cock, his hands in my hair, pulling my head further down as he rocked his hips, fucking my mouth.

The singer's mouth had talent that went well beyond singing, causing me to moan around the drummer's cock.  I moved one of my hands to bury it deep in the singer's thick hair.  My other moved to the drummer's steadily tightening balls.  "Oh fuck yeah, baby," the drummer moaned, his voice strained and urgent. "Suck my cock!"  I moaned again and opened my throat to take him deeper.

The singer's tongue was in my cunt, his fingers massaging my clit and as the drummer exploded in my mouth, I felt my own orgasm rocking my body, filling the singers mouth with my sweet hot juices.  I felt dizzy and I held on to the drummers hips, sucking in every drop of his thick creamy cum as the singer slid out from between my legs.  He grabbed the pillows and threw them back on the bed.

Stroking his throbbing cock, he laid down on the bed and said, "My turn."  My legs still shaking, I  crawled up on the bed between his legs, and on all fours went to work on his cock.  My tongue and mouth wrapping around him and sucking with enthusiasm.  I felt the drummer behind me, spreading my knees and lifting my ass in the air.  My cunt was still trembling and dripping.

His fingers entered me first, moving in and out as I rocked my hips back against his hand.  He pulled his fingers out and slapped my ass hard before entering me again.  Fuck, it felt good and I lifted my ass higher, hoping he would slap me again.  He didn't disappoint, slapping and finger fucking me over and over again. Then I felt the head of his cock press against me.  He thrust himself into my wet pussy and I felt the soft walls of my cunt wrap around him as he filled me with his thick, hard cock.  With his hands on my hips, holding my ass in the air, he thrust himself into me over and over again.  I was in heaven. one hard cock buried in my pussy and another in my throat.

I sucked harder, bobbing my head faster over the singer's cock as I felt another orgasm building in my body.  My cunt tightened and clenched the throbbing cock buried deep in it and as I threw my head up and back, crying out in ecstasy, the singer's cock shot it's hot cum over my chest.  The drummer continued to pound his cock in and out of me sending my orgasm into multiples, my juices flowing over him until finally he relented releasing his second load deep inside me.

My legs had lost all their strength and I collapsed half on, half off the bed.  The drummer chuckled and leaned over me.  "You are one hot fucking chick.  Thank you for a great time baby"  He started dressing and the singer left the bed and headed for the bathroom, leaving me there panting and weak.  The drummer left the room as the singer came back into it.  I was still bent over the bed, my torso on the bed, my legs hung over the end of the bed.  I tried to make a move to get up, but I felt the singer's hand on the small of my back, holding me in place.

"Stay there, baby," he said then moved his hand down to massage my ass, getting on his knees behind me.  "You have a beautiful ass baby." His hand continued to move over it, brushing against my swollen and sore pussy.  I flinched and sucked in a breath at the sting.  His hands spread my ass cheeks and blowing gently on my pussy, he inserted a finger into my ass.  Holy fuck, that felt good.  He took his finger out and then reinserted it, only this time it was slick and cool, sliding in and out easily, massaging my anal canal.

My breathing got heavy again as the heat in my body started to rise.  "Can you stand on your legs baby?" he asked gently.  I didn't think I could, but surprisingly when I put my weight on them they held.  I was still wearing my stockings and heels and as I stood with my legs spread, I let my chest rest on the bed.  His finger was still moving in and out of my ass and he said, "Oh baby, I want to fuck your ass.  Can I?"

"Oh god, yes please," I begged.

With whatever he had lubed his finger with was now all over his cock and he slid in easily, stretching the walls of my anal canal as he filled me up.  He moved slowly in and out.  My body covered in a light sheen of sweat, the erotic sensations moving all through me as his breath became heavy and labored.  We moaned in unison as our orgasms built to climatic heights.  He moved his hands over my back and as he tensed, ready to let go, he reached under me and pinched my rock hard nipples between his fingers.  I cried out with my own orgasm.  My body shaking, my juices releasing and covering his balls as my ass clenched his spent cock.

He pulled out of me slowly and I collapsed to my knees.  He gently helped me to the bed and removed my stockings and shoes.  "Stay with me tonight," he whispered.  I couldn't argue.  I couldn't move.  As I drifted off to sleep in his arms, my body sore and weak yet completely relaxed, I smiled.  I was already thinking about what might be in store for me in the morning.

Kitchen Heat

I swear I could burn water.  Cooking is not my forte.  I am what most would call a brilliant business woman but I really wanted to be able to pull off a meal like Rachel Ray or any number of the chefs on the Food Network.  That's why I had signed up for this cooking class to begin with.  Trouble was, no matter what I tried to make it came out looking the same... like a piece of smoking black coal.

When my very good looking teacher approached me after my third failed attempt to create anything edible I thought for sure he was going to kick me out of his class.  Even the other students had started whispering...no doubt complaining how the smoke from my meals were affecting the taste of their perfectly presented dishes.  With very beautiful and sympathetic eyes he placed his hand softly on my elbow and kindly asked if I would stay after class so he could have a word with me.

With the knowledge that I was unable to pull off what most women could do naturally and competently forefront in my mind, I nodded.  I turned my eyes to the floor.  I wouldn't cry but I was ashamed of my lack of ability to even pull off the simplest meal.  After everyone else had left, I lifted my eyes to his and started stammering, "I understand," I said, "I guess I'm just not cut out for this... I won't come back next week. I'm sorry."

"Whoa," he said.  "I don't want you to quit.  I thought maybe you wouldn't mind a little extra private tutoring.  You could come over to my place tomorrow night and we could work on a Pasta Primavera.  It's a simple dish and you would have my undivided attention and help."

Um, did I hear that right?  This Greek god of a man and chef wasn't kicking me out of his class?  But instead, he was willing to give me a private lesson?  How could I possibly turn down an opportunity like this? Truth was, I couldn't! Blushing and smiling, I looked up at him and said, "Uh, okay...that would be great.  Uh, what time... and where?"

Smiling, he pulled a notepad from his apron and started writing.  He handed me a shopping list.  Below was an address and a time... 7:00 pm. "See you tomorrow," he smiled.

The next evening after work I fussed way too much with my make up and then washed it all off and started over, just applying a little blush, mascara and lipstick.  I reminded myself I was going for a cooking lesson, not a date.  I chose my comfortable faded jeans.  They were perfectly molded to my body, accentuating my ass and legs... yeah I was going to cook but it didn't hurt to be hot either.  I threw on a t-shirt and a jean jacket, grabbed the groceries I had picked up on my way home from work and set off out the door.

He lived in a highrise condo with a doorman!  I was starting to feel I should have dressed up a little more as I passed well dressed couples on their way out the door.  Some looked me over and I felt like the hooker character Julia Roberts had played in Pretty Woman....even though I didn't think I looked anything like a hooker, it made me very self concious.  I was immensely relieved when he opened the door wearing a t-shirt and jeans.  He was even barefoot!  And sexy as hell!

Suddenly the sex kitten in me was alive.  My self consciousness forgotten.  I knew I was an attractive woman and I let myself brush lightly against him as I stepped past him into his home.  He took the groceries from my hands, his hand brushing mine and I felt the electricity move through me, giving me a warm and wet sensation between my legs.

He led me into his kitchen, placed the bag next to the sink and removed the vegetables I had purchased.  Turning, he pulled a drawer open in the island and removed two aprons, handing me one.  I put the apron on as he washed the vegetables in the sink.  He moved so gracefully and I noticed how much he seemed to belong there.  I leaned against the island and wondered what I should be doing, suddenly very self conscious again now that we were in unfamiliar territory again.

He glanced over his shoulder at me and smiled.  "Don't be nervous," he said and winked at me.  "This is easy."  I let go of the breath I hadn't even realized I was holding and tried to relax.  With the vegetables washed and the carrot quickly peeled, he turned back to the island, pulled out a large cutting board and a very large knife.  "Lesson 1...how to julienne!"

He cut the carrot into 3 chunks. "Now pay attention," he said as he took one of the chunks and deftly cut it into thin slices the knife moving quickly.  Stacking the slices he repeated his action leaving the carrot in very thin small strips.  He handed me the knife and the second chunk of carrot, moved out of the way and said, "Your turn."

I took the knife and made my first cut.  It was thick and as the knife passed through it, the carrot bounced away and onto the floor.  I flushed bright red and he laughed.  "Whoa," he said.  "Let's try that again, only this time let's try not to cut off your fingers!"  Getting behind me, his head over my shoulder and his hands covering mine, he guided my hands to the third chunk of carrot. Very softly in my ear he said, "Hold the carrot like this, knuckles forward....they'll help to guide the knife.  Now, lift the back of the knife, leaving the tip on the cutting board."  I was very aware of his clean soapy scent and his warm breath in my ear and on my neck.  I could feel his body against my back and the heat my embarrassment changed into a very different and pleasant kind heat.  His arms were around me and his hands on mine felt warm and strong as he guided me.

"Very good," he said and I looked down to see the third chunk of carrot was in thin strips like the first.  Hmmm, how did that happen I wondered. "Now we're going to do the same thing to the rest of the vegetables," he continued.  Taking the zucchini he cut it into 3 chunks as well.  "Now with the zucchini we need to leave the seeds out."  He took one chunk and showed me how to cut the peel thinly off and slice into it lengthwise leaving the seeds.  Then he sliced the slices, leaving it in thin strips like the carrot.  This time when I took the knife from him, I was able to do it by myself, slicing the rest of the zucchini into the thin strips.  We repeated the process with the yellow squash.  The bell peppers were easy once he showed me how to cut the top and bottom off, slicing the pepper open and cutting out the seeds leaving one long strip to cut into thin strips.  By the time he handed me the onion I was feeling like a knife expert.

I sliced the onion into thin slices as he instructed and he pulled out a heavy baking sheet.  Pouring olive oil onto the sheet he asked me to put all the vegetables I had sliced onto it.  He passed me salt and pepper as well as an italian herb spice mixture and instructed me to toss it all together on the baking sheet.  I managed to get it all mixed up and spread evenly over the baking sheet with minimal loss of veggies onto the floor.

"Now," he said, "we're going to bake the vegetables while we boil the pasta."  He had me place the sheet in the oven while he filled a saucepan with water.  "Set the timer for 10 minutes, so we can check and stir the vegetables."  He set the pot on top of the stove, lightly salting the water and turning it up to boil.  We cleaned the seeds and vegetable peels while we waited for the water to boil, chatting casually about my work.  I was starting to feel a lot more comfortable.  He had an easy white smile and friendly blue eyes under his thick wavy blond hair.   I was discovering I really liked him as well as being attracted to him.  It was easy to be in his company.

The timer for the oven went off just after we added the bowtie pasta to the boiling water and I opened the oven and stirred the vegetables, spreading them evenly over the sheet again.  I set the oven for an additional 10 minutes as instructed.  He instructed me to wash and halve the cherry tomatoes and grate the parmesan as we waited for the pasta to cook.  I drained the pasta reserving some of the water in a small glass and put the pasta in a large bowl.  The oven timer sounded again and he instructed me to remove the vegetables and add them to the pasta.  I tossed in the cherry tomato halves as well and he showed me how to add just enough of the reserved water to moisten the mixture.  He served the mixture onto two plates and showed me how to garnish the top with the grated parmesan cheese.

He handed me a fork.  The dish was colorful and smelled delicious...nothing like the blackened chunks I had been producing up to this point.  I took a bite and nearly burst into tears.  "This is delicious," I said surprised.  Putting down my fork, I threw my arms around him.  "Thank you so much!  You make this seem so easy!"

"It is easy," he said softly, his hands on my waist.  The air shifted and I looked up into his eyes, my arms still around his neck.  "You're beautiful," he said, then his mouth was on mine.  The temperature in my body shot up immediately and I pressed myself against him.  Every nerve in my body was alive and full of electricity.  Our kiss became more urgent and our hands began tearing at the aprons and clothes we were wearing until we stood before each other, naked, our lips still locked on one another's, our tongues tasting and searching the other's mouth.

His hands moved down my back to cup my ass and lift me to a sitting position on the island.  My first delicious meal forgotten on the plates beside us, a new kind of hunger had taken over.  My head fell back and my hands were tangled in his hair as his mouth moved from mine, down my neck and to my tits.  My nipples were erect and my breasts were swollen with passion.  His hands squeezed and kneaded them as his hot wet mouth pulled and sucked at my hard nipples.

I spread my legs further open, pressing my chest harder into his mouth, my back arching.  I moaned loudly when one of his hands moved in between my legs and I felt a thick finger enter me.  His mouth moved down my flat stomach and he moaned, "Oh fuck baby, you're so wet....you smell delicious...I have to taste."  His finger still moving in and out of me, his tongue found my trembling clit.  I opened my legs wider and slid my ass closer to the edge of the island giving him easier access.

"I knew you would taste good, baby," he said then pulled out his finger and replaced it with his tongue.  He reached up, putting the finger that had been buried in my cunt into my mouth.  He was right, I did taste good!  I sucked his finger while his hot mouth moved over my pussy, his tongue fucking me.  I rocked my pelvis against his mouth...I couldn't get enough.

He stood up and pulled me down from the island, his mouth covered with my pussy juices coming down on mine.  I licked his lips and sucked his tongue, cleaning myself from his mouth.  I could feel his throbbing erection against my stomach and my hand wrapped around his shaft, squeezing and stroking him up and down.  He pulled away from me and spun me around, bending me over the island.

His hands were on my hips and I felt the head of his cock at the opening of my quivering pussy.  With one thrust he was deep inside me.  The soft wet walls of my pussy closing around him as he filled me up.  I moaned and he started moving slowly in and out of me.  Standing on the tips of my toes, I lifted my ass and started rocking back against him to his rhythm.  "Oh fuck yes," I moaned as his thrusts became harder and faster, my back arching, pressing my ass harder against him as his balls slapped against my swollen clit.

My legs started to shake and the blood rushed from my head leaving me dizzy as my orgasm took over.  My cunt squeezed his cock deep inside me as I cried out.  As my shudders subsided, he pulled out of me and turned me around once more.  He lifted me by the ass again, only this time instead of lowering me onto the island, he lowered me onto his still throbbing cock.  I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to his bedroom.

"I want you to fuck me now, baby, " he said as he put me down then laid face up on his bed.  His cock was hard, red and glistening.  I couldn't resist and lowered my mouth onto it.  Licking up my juices while my lips moved up and down his length.  His hands held my long blonde hair back as I licked, sucked and stroked him.  My hand cupping his now tight balls, my thumb brushing softly against them as I squeezed gently.

"Oh fuck yeah, baby," he moaned as he started to tense.  He pulled my hair as I took him deeper into my mouth, the head of his cock touching the back of my throat. He started to shake and moaned louder as he finally relented, exploding into my hot waiting mouth.  Swallowing his seed, I continued to move my mouth and lips up and down his shaft until I knew he was fully expended.

I let him drop out of my mouth and moved up to lie against his beautiful body.  He opened his eyes, looked into mine and with a smile said, "damn baby, you sure can cook!"

Coach

I was going to have to fail Ben.  He had been slacking off all semester and with the big football finals coming, Coach wasn't going to be happy that his star player would have to be cut from the team.  It was school policy that to partake in any of the school's organized sports teams that a certain grade level had to be kept up.  Oh hell, who was I kidding?  Their only requirement was that they pass, for Christ's sake!  They didn't need to be geniuses....basically hand in their assignments and achieve 50% passing marks on their tests and they could play to their hearts content.
Ben hadn't handed in one assignment.  He had the attitude he was untouchable because of his talents on the field.  It was bullshit and I was tired of dealing with his lack luster attitude in my class.  He didn't participate in any of the discussions and when called upon, only answered with smart ass jokes.  I had set up appointments out of my personal time to help tutor him and he never bothered to show up.  Enough was enough and now I was on my way to break it to Coach.
I could see him through his office window.  Coach was alone in his office.  Practice was over, the boys had all showered and gone.  His staff had left for the day as well.  I assumed he was working out plays and researching the other high school teams that had also made the finals.  He had a scowl on his face and I knew what I had to say would not improve his mood any.  Coach always seemed to intimidate me.  I'm not sure why.  I wasn't easily intimidated by any one.  I required that my students learn in my class.  I didn't push anyone on for the sake of not having to deal with them any longer.  I had handled angry students, their parents, other school administration confidently and assertively.  But somehow this strong handsome man made me feel like an errant child.  I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Come in," he called loudly and grumpily.  Standing tall and steeling myself against his cold gaze, I entered the office.  I hated these confrontations and felt annoyance at Ben once again for putting me in this position.
"What do you want?  I'm busy," he said harshly but I noticed how his eyes didn't fail to roam over my body. I was wearing a skirt suit.  The skirt was snug and just came above my knee, giving him a glimpse of my shapely legs and hips.  My button down white blouse was open at the top, but not too far, hiding my cleavage and I did have my hip length jacket on.  Regardless of my professional image, his gaze made me feel as though I was standing there naked before him.
I crossed my arms in front of me, slightly leaned to one side in my best power pose and blurted, "I'm failing Ben, he can't be on the team any more."
"What?" The color started to rise in his face. Between clenched teeth he said, "You can't fucking do that.  Not when we are this close.  Ben is our only chance to bring home the championship this year."
He was swearing at me?  I expected him to be mad but not rude.  I felt my own color flush my face as my temper rose.  "Yes I fucking can and perhaps you should have told your star player to hand in his fucking assignments!  This isn't my fault...it's his and I don't appreciate your attitude.  It pretty matches his in my class!"
"You uptight bitch!" he yelled.  He moved from behind his desk to stand directly in front of me so he could shout directly in my face.  "What?  He didn't appreciate the way you flaunted yourself in front him?  He refused to bend you over for a passing mark?"
I couldn't believe what he was saying to me!  I had NEVER been inappropriate with my students, even though some had been inappropriate with their comments to me!  "You son of a bitch, how dare you!" I hissed between my clenched teeth.  I threw back my arm and swung to slap him.  It would have been a doosy too if he hadn't caught me by the wrist.  I struggled with him to free my wrist but he held firm.  I was breathing hard and my hair came loose from the pin that had been holding it back, falling down and framing my now red face.  We were standing nose to nose.  I was breathing hard and felt the tears prick at my eyes. God damn it!  I hated when my emotions rose to the surface like this!  I was not going to cry in front of this man.  I blinked the tears back quickly before they could fall and doom me as an emotional broad to this asshole forever.
As we faced each other down, I noticed his eyes change.  They didn't exactly soften but took on a whole new character.  "Oh fuck," he said and his mouth came down on mine.  The heat in my body fired by my anger gave way to desire and I found myself helplessly responding to his lips and tongue.  What the fuck was happening?  My heart was threatening to burst right out of my chest and though my mind was screaming to push him away from me, my lips parted and I took his tongue into my mouth, sucking hard, pressing my now taunt body against his.  His mouth moved aggressively down my neck as his hands none too gently slid my jacket off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor.  His hands squeezed my arms, holding me tightly as he backed me up against the window.  I could feel the hard glass against my back as his hands moved to my blouse, ripping it open, the buttons bouncing and rolling across the floor.  His mouth and hands moving immediately to my chest, pulling down my bra to expose my now rock hard nipples.  His mouth felt wet and hot on my tits and my hands moved to the back of his head.  My chest heaving, I arched my back and sunk my fingers into his thick wavy hair, pulling his mouth down harder on me.
His hand moved to the back of my thigh, and pulled my skirt up to my waist. He tore my panties and they dropped ripped and ragged to my ankle.  I lifted my thigh to his hip, giving his hands better access. His fingers stroked my thigh working its way to my tight firm ass.  As they brushed against my pussy my head fell back against the hard glass behind me and I moaned.
"Oh fuck," he groaned against my tits as he felt my wetness.  He stepped back momentarily to drop his own shorts.  His cock was long, thick and very hard and I gasped softly when I saw him.  Bracing me against the window he lifted both my thighs and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he held me by my ass and entered me. My wet pussy stretched around him, accommodating and welcoming him deep inside me. His face was buried in my hair on my neck as he thrust himself in and out of my now dripping cunt.    I held his shoulders tight, pressed my shoulder blades into the window, hoping to god that it held against the assault as he continued to drive himself into me. I tilted and rocked my hips and squeezed my pussy around him, fucking him back, breathing hard and revelling in his grunts in my ear.
Suddenly his arms were around me and keeping his cock buried in my pussy his mouth devouring mine once more he carried me to his desk.  He swept the contents off his desk with one hand and put me down on top of it.  He leaned me back and unwrapped my legs from around his hips.  Lifting my ankles to his shoulders he once again continued his assault with his cock on my pussy. He held the backs of my knees against his chest with one arm.  His other hand snaked between my legs, his thumb rubbing my clit in a circular motion.  I was still wearing my stockings and spiked heeled pumps.  The heat was unbearable, my skin soaked with sweat, my breathing ragged.  My head dropped over the other side of his desk and I arched my back and pointed my toes as the pressure in my lower belly built to the point of explosion.  My pussy started to spasm over his relentless cock and I cried out as my orgasm sent my hot juices flowing over him.  He held me firmly in place and through the fog that washed over me I heard my shoes clatter to the floor at the same time he lost himself in his own orgasm.  My pussy was still convulsing around him and my legs were shaking as the fog started to lift from my mind, bringing me back to my surroundings.  I noticed for the first time that my fingers were clamped tightly on my own nipples.
Releasing my legs, he spread them and let them fall to either side of him.  He was breathing hard as he lifted me by the arms and let my head fall against his chest.  I could hear his heart beating wildly and felt how natural and comfortable his arms felt around me.
Kissing my hair he whispered, "I've wanted to do that for so long."
Not knowing what else to say, I said, "I still have to fail Ben."
He chuckled. "Yeah, I know.  He's an arrogant little prick.  We'll get the championship next year."

Bad Girl

My attraction to him was so wrong.  He was in a relationship.  A good relationship.  Although I never saw them together - once a week he and his friends came into the bar where I waitressed - there were many times when I was serving their table that I overheard him talking to her on the phone.  His tone was always happy and loving when he spoke to her.  When he said I love you to her, there wasn't a doubt in my mind that he meant it.  I thought she was a very lucky girl.
I wasn't jealous of her.  The last thing in the world I wanted was another boyfriend.  The men I had dated previously were all so possesive and jealous.  I was sick of men thinking that I was their property and was enjoying being single.  That said, I still couldn't help but want him.  He was so sexy.   His looks were killer.  He had a lean firm body that was easy to admire behind his fitted shirts and faded jeans.  Dark thick hair covered his head.  It wasn't long but it wasn't short either...long enough to run fingers through....oh god how I wanted to run my fingers through that hair.  And he was so fucking nice. He had an easy charm that made you feel special, even if you were just a waitress getting him and his friends drinks.
His smile was wicked though.  He flirted with me often and was generous with tips - which in customer speak usually meant I want to fuck you.  And god I wanted to fuck him.  I often caught his eyes moving over my body, his dark eyes smoky with want as they roamed up my legs to the hem of the short tight black skirt that the bar required all the waitresses to wear.
On one particular night, he was in the bar with his friends watching the game.  It was the finals and the bar was packed with testosterone filled, jersey laden, face painted, beer drinking sports fans.  The noise level was at an all time high and I was run off my feet serving the rowdy, beer swilling crowd.  Although I kept a close eye on their table, I was much to busy to stop and flirt with my favorite customer that night.
I was working a six hour shift, which meant I got a half hour break for supper.  Due to the packed bar, I decided to take my break in the staff/green room.  It had a small kitchenette - microwave, fridge, coffee maker etc as well as a couch and TV.  This is where the staff took their breaks.  The room also doubled as a green room for bands to relax in before and after live shows as well, so it actually had 3 entrances...one to the outside back of the building - the bands loaded/unloaded their equipment through here and staff came in and out through this entrance as well... one to the stage - for obvious reasons... and one that opened to the hall where the bathrooms were located - the one used by the staff at breaktime.  Unless the bar was dead or there was a band playing (in those cases we usually just stayed at the bar for our break anyway)  we each took turns taking supper, which meant we each had the room to ourselves during our breaks.
I was making my way down the hall when I heard his voice coming from the back alcove (once upon a time, this space was used to hold public payphones away from the noise of the bar, they were removed when cellphones became the norm and nobody was using them).  Now customers used this space to make phone calls from their cellphones if the bar was too noisy.  The whole area back here and in the staff room were soundproofed when the place was renovated from a restaurant to a bar with live music, so even though the bar was busy and loud, I could hear what he was saying as I got closer.
"Oh baby, I miss you too. You know I'd be there with you if I hadn't had to work today."
Oh my god, she's away!!  What I heard next stopped me in my tracks, I was just around the corner from him and even though I don't make it a habit to eavesdrop, I couldn't move....his voice, his words held me in place.
"If I was there with you now baby, I'd be moving my tongue all around that pretty little pussy of yours." There's a pause as he listens, then he gives a low soft chuckle and continues.
"You like that baby? Mmmmmmmm, you taste so fucking good....  I slide my finger deep into your soft, tight pussy, moving in and out while my lips pinch your hard, swollen clit."
Oh my fucking god! This is so fucking hot!.  My own hand moved to the hem of my skirt, my fingers dipping underneath to rub the throbbing ache his words caused in me.  I closed my eyes and I leaned my head and my shoulder against the wall as I lost myself in his soft, deep, sexy voice.
"Oh fuck baby, you are so sweet... I just want to breath you in, feel you, taste you... cum for me baby... drip your sweet juices into my mouth."
My fingers moved more vigorously on my clit through my now wet panties.... rubbing hard, imagining his tongue and lips.  I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning out loud.  My eyes opened and I was stunned to see him looking at me.  He had moved to the other side of the alcove and with the phone still to his ear, he was watching me with a dark, lustful stare.
"Did you cum, baby?" He was speaking into the phone but his eyes were locked on mine. "Hmmmm, I'm glad.... goodnight baby, I love you, see you tomorrow."
He ended his call and moved in front of me.  He whispered in my ear, "Do you need a hand with that?"  At the same time his hand covered mine, his fingers pressing against mine, adding more pressure to my hard, throbbing clit.  I gasped at the pleasure.  "Oh baby," he continued, "I love someone else but fuck you're hot.  I want to fuck your hot little pussy." My body was on fire!  I had to fuck him! Now!
Circling away from him, I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the staff room and closing the door behind us.  Immediately his hands were on me.  One on my ass, his fingers already between my legs and under my panties, the other on my tits squeezing hard.
I moaned and pressed myself closer into him, my tongue in his mouth as his lips pressed down hard on mine. I rubbed my body against his, delighted in the hard, thick length I could feel pressed into my lower belly.  He moved his lips over my jaw, kissing hard and nipping at my neck with his lips and teeth.  He pushed two fingers deep inside and growled in my ear, "You're a naughty little girl, aren't you? Tell me you want me to fuck you."
My body was alight, my tits aching and swollen, every nerve on high alert.  I rocked my hips against him, my cunt contracting, fucking his fingers and moaned, "Oh yes please! Please baby, please fuck me!"
He half dragged, half carried me across the room to the back of the couch. Swinging me around, he bent me over the back of the couch and kicked the inside of my feet to spread my legs.  He pushed my skirt up and pulled my panties to my knees exposing my bare ass and glistening pussy to him.
"Mmmmmm, you are a bad girl," he said huskily, then slapped my ass...hard.  I cried out, my torso raising. "Are you my fucking bad little slut?" he asked, then slapped my ass again hard. This time his fingers brushed against my pussy lips, sending an electrical charge through me causing me to moan a resounding "YES" to him.
He spread my ass cheeks wide, running his tongue from my clit, along my pussy lips and up to my asshole.  His tongue circled my asshole before pushing it's way into the tight opening.  Holy fuck! It felt incredible!  His tongue and lips moved back down to tongue fuck my cunt as his thumb entered my ass.  I pushed myself back against his face.
He stood and demanded again as I heard his buckle and the zipper of his jeans come down, "Tell me you want me to fuck you."
"Oh fuck yes, baby... please fuck me," I moaned and meant every pleading word.  My body ripe with desire and lust.  I felt his cock spreading my pussy lips apart, rubbing my cunt.  I felt his hand entangling in my hair, getting a grip. "Tell me you want me to fuck you hard," his voice husky, thick with passion and urgency.
"Please baby, please fuck me hard!"  The words barely out of my mouth when he drove the full length of his hard, thick, long cock deep inside me.  His hands pulled my hair, forcing me to arch my back.  His pelvis slamming into to my ass.  He drove himself into me again and again, forcing me to cry out as his huge cock threatened to break me in half.  His hands gripping my hair and pulling, I was powerless to do anything but take it.  With every thrust he grunted and I knew he was operating on pure animal lust.  The couch bucked with force of his thrusts....and fuck it felt good.
He pulled out of my cunt and I felt the head of his cock at my asshole.  Wet and slippery from my juices, he slipped inside my ass, stretching the tight opening to accommodate him.  He moved much more gently now and I could tell by his ragged breathing that he was close to orgasm.
The pain was hot and erotic...my skin broke out in a sheen of sweat and I forced myself to relax, knowing that any tension would cause me pain.  One of his hands was squeezing my ass cheek while the other moved between my legs to find my clit.  He pressed down on it, rubbing in a circular motion...the sensations were too much and I felt my pussy contracting, starting to spasm.  He pushed all the way inside me and held as I cried out. The blood left my head and all the muscles in my body stiffened and stretched.  "Oh fuck YES! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
My ass clamped tightly around his throbbing cock as my pussy spasmed and squirted its juices all over his balls.  He groaned and moved his hand from my ass cheek back to my hair.  He thrust into me hard twice more, slipping his fingers into me.  "Tell me how much you love it baby!"
I was in ecstasy, his fingers sending me into multiple orgasms.  My legs began to shake uncontrollably and I screamed, "I FUCKING LOVE THE WAY YOU FUCK ME BABY!"
He pulled out of me, my asshole contracting violently and I felt his hot cum squirting onto my ass. I lay there collapsed over the back of the couch, his cum dripping down my thighs, panting for my breath as the air cooled my stinging hot cunt and asshole.  I heard him pulling up his jeans and he moved around the couch and crouched down.  His hand gently pushed my long hair aside and away from my face.
"You are so hot baby," he whispered and kissed my lips gently, licking them. "Thank you."
He turned and slipped out the door, back to the bar and his friends.  I looked at my watch... I had 5 mins left in my supper break.  I gathered myself up and cleaned with myself with paper towels at the sink.  I knew he would always choose her over me and that was okay with me.  I didn't love him but fuck he felt good inside me.  I smiled.... every time they had a fight, every time she was away... he'd be back.

A Hike in The Woods

I was usually in good spirits first thing in the morning... I liked to get up early, greet the day when it was still quiet.  In fact I had chosen this campsite away from the beach so I could wake up to nature and not to squealing children and barking dogs.  This morning though, despite the fact that I awoke to bird calls and had some pent up sexual frustration satisfied the day before, I was mad!  Nothing was going right!  The stove refused to stay lit for more than 10 seconds and I needed a cup of coffee!
I gave up on the stove and decided to light a fire instead.  I put my wadded paper inside my makeshift teepee of kindling and lit the paper from several different angles.  The paper burned away to nothing without sparking the kindling.  What the fuck!  I chopped the kindling finer, managing to cut my hand in three different places.  I tossed the blood stained hatchet and grabbed more paper.  Using the smaller pieces of kindling I lit the paper again.  Same result, the paper burned away leaving the slivers of wood barely scorched.
"Oh, you bastard!" I cried out at the cold firepit.
"Geesh, I hope you're not speaking to me."
I turned startled at his voice in my campsite.  He kept sneaking up on me.  He had startled me at least 3 times yesterday, coming into the campsite unheard until he spoke behind me. I was ready to reprimand him for creeping up on me yet again when I noticed he had two tin cups in his hands.  "Please tell me that's coffee," I said instead.
"Nature's very own morning pick me up," he said smiling handing me one of the steaming tin mugs.  I took a sip, then another, it was delicious and I felt my nerves beginning to calm.   "You're bleeding," he said startled, noticing the my blood smeared hands.  Instantly he produced a sterile wet wipe and bandaids.  I didn't even see where he pulled them from.
"That was a pretty dirty trick you played on me yesterday," I said watching him dress my very superficial wounds.  He had concealed the fact he was a park ranger and had feigned distress at not being able to start his own fire the day before, luring me into his campsite.  I had started his fire and then he had started mine with his touch and his kisses. I licked my lips, remembering how his lips and tongue had tasted on them.  I blushed at the memory of how easily I had opened myself to him.
"I'm so sorry about deceiving you," he said.  "I was looking for excuses to talk to you."  My eyes narrowed suspiciously at him and he continued. "No really, I didn't know things were going to lead to where they went.  I didn't plan it that way.... in fact I didn't have a plan.... I just wanted to talk to you..." he said letting his voice trail away.  The cuts on my hands were completely dressed now, yet he still held my hand.
My god he was gorgeous.  The morning sun was shimmering off the highlights of his thick wavy hair.  His shirt was open at the neck and my mind was momentarily distracted with the thought of how he might smell in that warm curve where his neck met his broad muscular shoulders.  I almost leaned in against him to breath him in, then caught myself and sat instead, pulling my hand away from his and reaching for my coffee cup.  My eyes continued to move down his firm body.  He was wearing knee length shorts exposing tanned muscular calves above his hiking boots.  My eye hesitated once more as they passed over the fly of his shorts.  I felt a pull from my pussy, a warmth beginning again at the thought of how he had filled me yesterday, how wonderful it had felt to have his hands on me as he moved in and out of my pulsating pussy, my own hands gripping the picnic table for balance.  I gave a slight involuntary moan.  When my eyes returned to his, he was smiling.
"Come hiking with me today," he said more than asked, "I know a lot of great off trail places that are very beautiful.  I noticed your camera yesterday... you could get a lot of great shots."  It didn't take much convincing.  The truth was I wanted to spend more time with him.  He took the empty cups to his site and left me to get prepared for our hike.  I opened my backpack and tossed in four bottles of water, my small first aid kit, bug spray, granola bars, sunscreen, an extra pair of socks and extra my extra battery for the camera.  He didn't say how long we would be gone for but I decided to make a couple of sandwiches as well, just in case we were more than a couple of hours or so.  I kept my shorts and tee-shirt on, but switched my foot gear from my sandals to my hiking boots.  I pulled my camera strap over my head, letting my camera rest just below my chest and set off across the road to his campsite.  He met me on the road before I got there.  We walked about a quarter mile up the road before we entered the woods, starting off on a popular trail.
We walked a couple of miles... I stopped occasionally to snap a picture of a bird perched on a branch, a spider in it's web, a beautiful wildflower or a ladybug on a wild strawberry leaf.
"Here, let's go this way.  I want to show you something,"  He led me from the trail and into the woods.  We had to watch our footing, there were many moss covered fallen trees and branches.  It seemed even quieter here than it had on the trail.  My nose was filled with the pine scent of the trees, the moss and somewhat with the decomposition of dead wood and animal feces.  We picked our way through the forest floor for what I was sure could've only been a mile, though it had taken us about half an hour to make it this far.  My legs were starting to ache slightly just as he helped me up steep bank of about 20 feet.  As I reached the summit I gasped with surprise.  The valley was laid out before us. a sea of shades of green with the river winding through it like a serpent.  Above us as if on cue an eagle cried out and circled, it's sharp eyes catching sight of some poor prey below.  The land had leveled off where we stood, leaving us a comfortable plateau on which to rest.  I grabbed a couple of the bottles of water I had packed and handed him one.  I looked out over the valley as I twisted off the cap of my water and drank deep gulps.  I snapped a couple of pictures then turned.  He had spread out a blanket and was setting out a couple of sandwiches as well as a container of chopped fresh fruit.  Huh, he had thought of lunch.  Well, we still had my sandwiches in case we got lost on the way back.  I pulled my camera off my neck and sat on the edge of the blanket.  I removed my hiking boots so I could sit crossed legged on the blanket while I ate.  I was suddenly famished!  I ate greedily and as I brushed the crumbs from my t-shirt he started snapping pictures of me with my camera.
"Oh please stop," I pleaded.  "I hate pictures of myself... really, I'm not photogenic at all."
I reached for the camera but he pulled it away, still snapping.  "Stop!"  I said more vehemently reaching across him to take the camera from his outstretched hand.  His mouth was next to my ear and he whispered very seriously, "But your beautiful."
I turned my face to his and his mouth was on mine.  My heart was pounding in my chest as his tongue separated my lips, urging my mouth to open to him.  I forgot about the camera.  He was sitting up, his legs stretched out in front of him.  I swung my leg over his lap, straddling his hips.  I pressed my chest into his as my arms went around his neck.  His kiss became hungrier and he pulled me tighter against him.  I moaned in his mouth, my body was vibrating, aching with need for him.  My hips gyrated, rubbing my crotch against his.  I could feel his hard cock against my pussy through the layers of clothing that separated them.
His hands started to pull at my t-shirt, then my bra...in no time I was topless. I lifted myself on my knees, so my tits were parallel to his face.  He sucked greedily at one hard erect nipple before moving to the next and then back again.  He moved one hand to the breast his mouth was no longer one, squeezing my small firm tit and rolling the still wet nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  His mouth, teeth and tongue continued to tease my other nipple.  His other hand moved from my back down over my ass.  Cupping my ass cheek, he squeezed, his fingers finding their way under my shorts.  As his finger brushed my clit I moaned and whispered, "Oh fuck."
"Oh yes, baby," he said at the same time moving up, lifting me with him before turning and laying me down on the blanket underneath him.  "Take off your shorts baby," he said then kissed my mouth before rising up and stripping off his own clothes.  I scrambled out of my shorts and spread my legs wide as he knelt between them.  He was in peak physical condition.  His chest and abs hard and chisled, yet his skin was like velvet to the touch.  His long thick cock stood at attention.  He leaned over me and his cock brushed against my open pussy lips as he bent to kiss me.  I gasped at the electric charge that passed through me with the touch of his cock.  I whispered in his ear, "I want to suck your cock baby."   He moaned and I pushed him over so his back would be on the blanket.  Straddling him once more, I leaned over and starting with his lips began to give him light kisses down his body.  I teased his nipples with my tongue and lips before moving down over his belly.  I continued to shimmy myself down his body until my mouth was over his beautiful throbbing cock.  A little pool of precum sat in the groove at the tip of his cock.  My tongue moved over it, licking up the treat he had waiting for me, before I opened my lips wide and took him into my hot salivating mouth.
His hands held back my hair and he moaned as I fucked him with my mouth.  My one hand cupped his balls, squeezing gently while my other helped to support myself as I leaned over his pelvis.  My lips and tongue moved up and down his length, licking and sucking.  His balls started to tighten but I wasn't ready for him to cum just yet.
Rising up and moving my knees back up to his hips, I held his cock at 90 degrees and lowered myself onto it.  My pussy stretched to accommodate his thick package. I swivelled my hips as I lowered down on him.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm, oh yeah baby," I moaned when he was completely inside of me, my arms up, my hands in my hair, biting my bottom lip, I started to rock and swivel on top of him.  My breathing became heavier, my tits becoming firmer, more swollen as my passion built.  The hard nubs of my pink nipples were standing at attention.  I felt his hands moving over my body.  Over my tits, my belly, my hips, my ass, and "oh fuck yeah, right there baby"... putting pressure on my clit.  I started to shake, my pussy pulsating and spasming around his cock as I started to cum.
Suddenly I was up, then on my back, my ankles on his shoulders.  He drove his cock hard into my orgasming cunt.  I screamed with pleasure, knowing no one but him would hear me.  He grunted hard with each driving thrust, through his gritted teeth he told me, "Take it baby, take it all." just before he cried out with me as his body stiffened and his cock exploded inside me.
I spread my legs and he collapsed on top of me, breathing hard.  We lay there, but only for a moment.  The smell of our sex and sweat were starting to attract a lot of mosquitos and we found ourselves scrambling up, slapping the bugs as bit us from every angle.  I reached into my backpack and found the bug spray.  We laughed as we hurriedly sprayed each other before quickly scrambling back into our clothes.  I sat back down on the blanket and looked out over the valley once more.
"I'm hungry," he said behind me.  I smiled and reached into my backpack once more, this time pulling out the sandwiches and another bottle of water.  It never hurts to be prepared.

Just Friends?

It was a chick fest for sure.  I was at the Lilith Fair concert and although there was the odd guy here and there they were definitely accompanying one of the many women that I was sure outnumbered them at 100 to 1.  I came with a friend myself... a girlfriend... well, not kind of that girlfriend.  She was a lesbian but we weren't here on a date so to speak.  I was her straight friend.  We had a lot of common interests and got along great.  She had eluded a few times that she was attracted to me but had never pressured me in anyway.  We flirted a bit in much the same way a gay man flirts with a woman.  It was fun.  She was fun.  We both loved music and often went to concerts together.

This was the first time I'd ever taken in Lilith Fair and I was blown away by the extent of what an event was with the many artists performing on different stages.  The fact that this was put on by women for women was a perfect example of the capacity of love women have for each other.  I was especially excited to take in Heart and Sarah McLachlan but everyone who performed was incredibly awesome.

I had quite a bit to drink, getting into the party mood, singing and dancing.  It was a hell of a time and by the time it was all over my adrenaline was high and I was feeling quite loose.  We were still talking excitedly about the concert as we crossed the parking lot on foot, heading for the bus stop.  I wasn't paying attention to what was happening around me and almost stepped out in front of moving car.  She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me back sharply at the same time the driver hit the brakes and blared the horn at me.
My heart was in my throat beating fast and my senses were suddenly heightened.  I noticed she still had my hand in hers but what I noticed more was how nice it felt.  When she loosened her grip to let me go, I continued to hold on and her hand tightened around mine again.

Her hand was soft and pliable and all at once I noticed how pretty she was, how nice she smelled and how my body was suddenly reacting to the small intimacy of holding her hand.  We crossed the parking lot to the bus stop in happy silence.  I was glad of that because I didn't think I could speak, my mind was racing with wonderment.  I couldn't help but wonder how her hands would feel on other parts of my body... and how her body would feel under my touch.  I had never been intimate with a woman and suddenly I was very curious... and excited.

We made it to the bus stop as approximately 6 buses stood there loading concert goers... we found the one that would take us back to her neighborhood.  My car was parked there, we had decided before the concert that we would come back to her place for the night.  The bus stop was 3 doors down from her front door.  If we took the bus we didn't have to watch how much we drank or have to deal with parking or traffic at the stadium.

The seats on the bus were all filled and even the aisle was full nearly to the front.  We stood and held on to the pole in front of the bench seat beside the aisle as more people crowded in after us forcing our bodies close together.  We were facing each other and when her chest pressed into mine, I could feel my nipples hardening... I couldn't believe how turned on I was by her all of a sudden.  We had only been friends for about a year but I had never felt this way about her before.  I glanced down beside me and noticed a young man sitting on the bench seat beside us.  He didn't see me see him... his eyes were on our tits pressed tightly against each other.  I caught her eye and motioned to the young man.

As the bus jostled our bodies swayed against and with each other and the young man's mouth dropped open.  I gave her a playful wink, suggesting we could mess with this young a man a little and leaned in to kiss her lips.  Her lips were moist and soft, she responded at once, smiling behind her kiss.  Her mouth opened and she held my bottom lip between her teeth and licked it as I kissed her upper lip.  She released my lip opening her mouth wider on mine, her tongue lightly licking my lips and tongue as she kissed me.   My heart was beating hard, my breath labored and I moaned in her mouth as I pressed my pelvis against hers, the ache and the heat I was feeling inside my panties was taking over my reflexes. I heard the young man beside us breathing hard and it brought me back to where we were.

The aisle was starting to empty and we didn't need to be so tightly pressed together.  We broke away from each other and I could feel a coolness wash over the hot imprint her body had put on mine. I turned to look at the young man beside us.  He was sitting wide eyed with his mouth fully dropped open.  His hands were crossed across his lap and I giggled at the reaction we had caused him to have.  I was sure this was one bus ride he was never going to forget.  Oh hell, who was I kidding, it was a bus ride I was never going to forget.

The bus pulled into our stop and we quickly departed.  Holding hands once again we walked quickly down the side street to her house.  Even though it started as a lark, a tease, the kiss had turned the spark that had been ignited in the parking lot by the warm softness of her hand now into a slow burn deep in the bottom of my belly extending into my groin. I could still taste her lips on mine only now I was hungry to taste more.

We barely had the door shut behind us when she turned to me again and put her arms around me, pulling me close to her and putting her lips on mine.  My arms naturally went around her neck and my hands stroked her soft long hair.  Her kiss was soft and sensual and when her hands moved over my ass, I opened my legs slightly hoping her hand would explore further.  I wasn't disappointed.

Her fingers brushed my cunt through my jeans and I moaned into her mouth.  Her hands were suddenly helping me out of my clothes.  I suddenly had to feel her soft smooth perfumed skin against mine, my hands suddenly mimicking hers as I helped her get undressed.  We were standing in her living room completely naked, her hands running over my body as she kissed my mouth, my neck, her mouth moving down to my chest.  My hands went back to her luxurious, silky long hair when she took my nipple into her mouth.  My cunt was screaming to be touched, my juices starting to trickle down my inner thigh as she urged me down onto her couch.  She knelt in front of me, spreading my legs wide.

I trembled slightly, breathing hard as her tongue ran along my inner thigh.  When her tongue reached the space between my thigh and my aching, glistening pussy, she hesitated breathing in my scent.  "Oh fuck baby," she whispered.  "I knew you would be delicious."

I moaned loudly when her mouth came down on my quivering mound, her tongue dipping inside my spread pussy lips before moving up toward my swollen hard clit.  She pinched my clit between her lips, her tongue flicking back and over it as her finger entering my pussy.  She found my g-spot immediately, her finger stroking it as her tongue and lips continued to put pressure on my clit.  My hands were stroking her small smooth delicate jaw and ears until the soft walls of my pussy clenched around her finger.  My cunt started to spasm and my fingers entwined in her hair, pulling her face into my pussy, my juices flowing into her waiting mouth, her tongue moving down from my clit to ensure not a drop was wasted.

I was breathing hard... the spasms were just starting to subside when she brought her mouth down on my clit again, sending me into multiple orgasms.  I cried out gripping her hair tight and lifting my ass in the air.  I was still cumming when I pulled her away from my pussy and brought my mouth down on hers.

I could taste myself as I licked her lips before moving moving my tongue inside her mouth.  I came down to me knees on the floor beside he and pushed her back on the soft carpet.  Moving over her, I let my lips trail over her trembling body.  Her tits were firm and swollen, her pink nipples standing at attention, seemingly straining for my lips.  I took one nipple between my teeth, teasing her with my tongue. I used one hand to squeeze and fondle her other tit while the other moved to the hot moistness between her legs.  As I rubbed her clit in a circular motion, she arched her back, pushing her tits tighter to my mouth.  I sucked her nipples eagerly, moving from one to the other before running my tongue down her flat belly, stopping just above her mound.  I slipped my finger inside her, moving it in "come here" motion, rubbing her g-spot while my thumb continued to put pressure on her hard clit.

I kissed her lightly beside her pussy lips, my tongue running along the crease where her thigh met her groin.  I was enjoying the salt of her skin, my hands still moving on and in her hot wet pussy when she started to shudder and shake.  I moved my hand out of her, spreading her legs wider to open her spasming, squirting cunt to my hungry mouth.  She had a sweet tangy taste and I greedily ran my tongue in and around her pussy, lapping her juices into my mouth, kissing her clit and pussy lips.  As her shudders subsided I kissed my way back up her body.  We laid together, our arms wrapped around each others slick hot bodies, caressing each other as we caught our breath.

Our breathing slowed and she turned her face to mine again.  I couldn't resist.  I lightly kissed her lips.  Before long our kiss became deep and passionate once more, our hands roaming over and inside of each others bodies again.  We made love several more times throughout the night.  In the morning we went back to being just friends, our night of lovemaking becoming a sweet memory, never repeated nor spoke between us again.  Of course I haven't listened to Heart or Sarah McLachlan in quite the same way...

The Great Outdoors

It was great to get back to nature.  I had been stuck in the city for far too long and now that I was here I took in great deep breaths, filling my lungs with the clean fresh air.  I liked camping in this spot... it was quiet and secluded, away from the noisy families who liked to camp closer to the water.  I wasn't much of a swimmer anyway, so I really didn't mind being further into the bush away from the lake and the soft sand of the beach.  Not to mention that I much preferred to wake to the twittering of birds as opposed to squealing children splashing in the lake.
I got busy setting up my small pup tent and laying out my foam underlay and sleeping bag.  Thank god for the foam, my back couldn't take sleeping on the hard ground anymore.  I left my cooler with my food in the trunk of the car but unpacked the small coleman stove and coffee makings.  I lit the stove then changed my mind, turning it off.  I opened the cooler in the trunk and pulled out a beer... fuck it, I was on vacation.
I walked around to the front of the car, opened the passenger door and grabbed the tote bag containing my book, suntan lotion and journal.  I was hoping the relaxing setting away from all the distractions of the city would inspire me to write a little.  I usually wrote on my laptop and I had even thought about bringing it out, along with dc adapters and a power pack to try and keep the battery alive.  I had ultimately opted for roughing it instead...choosing old fashioned pen and paper.  I had even brought a hard cover book as opposed to my e-reader.  The only electrical equipment I did bring beside my flashlight was my camera...and thankfully they both ran on batteries.  I brought extras for both.  I liked to play around with photography and everytime I came out here I managed to get some great landscape and nature pics.
I pulled my journal from the bag and set myself up at the picnic table with my pen and my beer.  I always started by writing everything that was on my mind.  In this case it was the leftover work I had left on my desk, the drama that had ensued between my best friend and I when I chose to come here alone instead of going to Vegas with her and of course the mounting pile of debt I had accumulated when the car, the furnace and the washer and dryer had all decided to quit within the same 2 months.  That was another reason for my choosing my luxurious tent in the country over a week in Vegas checking out shows, maybe getting lucky at the tables and slots or maybe getting lucky with some good looking stranger....god knows it's been awhile. In any case, writing about it was a purging exercise I used to rid my brain of all the crap that would undoubtedly stress me out and distract me if I held on to it.  I was so caught up in my little exercise that I didn't even notice the young man setting up in the campsite across from me until a shadow fell over my notes.
"Uh, excuse me," he said.  "You wouldn't happen to have a couple extra tent spikes, would you?"
I looked up and almost fell over!  He was gorgeous!  Tanned and muscular, wavy hair and hypnotising eyes.  I caught myself staring and quickly turned away blushing.
"Yes, I'm pretty sure I do," I replied heading for the trunk of the car where I had put away the tent bag.  I kept my eyes turned away from him, too afraid of my body's reaction to him. "How many do you need?" I was surprised by how steady my voice sounded.  It gave me a little more confidence.
"Just a couple will do," he said following me.  He stood behind me and held the trunk open for me while I rummaged through the tent bag to find the extra spikes.  I was very aware of his proximity to me, the heat coming from his very firm body.  I could smell the fresh scent of his soap mixed very faintly with the musky smell of sweat and I found myself wondering what his skin would feel like under my hands... and lips.  Blushing again I turned and handed him the extra spikes.
"Thanks," he said smiling.  He didn't move.
"You're welcome," I said back, risking raising my eyes to his.  They were friendly and once again I found myself lost trying to will my brain to come up with something to say that would keep him here awhile longer.  It was no use. the blood had left my brain, filling my more southern regions with heat.  I stood there speechless.  After a few moments of silence he thanked me again and turned back to his campsite across the road.  I sat back down to my journal, but didn't write anything.  I stared at the page, the end of my pen resting in my teeth as I thought about his smile....his white even teeth....his lips...how his lips would feel on mine. My tongue wrapped around the tip of pen and I unselfconsciously started to suck.
"Excuse me again,"  I jumped and dropped the pen at his voice right behind me.  "You wouldn't happen to have a mallet I could borrow to drive these into the ground would you?"  I turned to see him smiling at me, waving the tent pegs in his hand and I blushed again as my mind returned to the thought he had interrupted.
"Uh, yeah, sure," I said and returned to the trunk of my car.  My eyes averted again... what the fuck was wrong with me?  I was a sexy, confident woman...why did the mere presence of this man make me feel like a fucking tweenie?  I grabbed the mallet and and standing up straight and smiling at him I handed it to him.
"Thanks," he said again, not moving.
"You're welcome," I returned pleasantly.  Damn my brain, why couldn't it come up with something clever to say.  The silence stretched for a few moments then once again he turned back to his own campsite.  I once again turned back to my journal to stare blankly at the page.  This time my imagination had him shirtless, my hands moving over his muscular chest and arms.  I imagined how his arms would feel around me, how his hands would feel as they moved over my skin.  I found myself writing on the page exactly what I wanted to do with him and what I wanted him to do with me.  I lost myself in the story.  I had 3 pages written and was getting quite hot and bothered when I heard his voice behind me again.
"Sorry to interrupt again," he said.  "Do you have some gasoline I could use to start my fire."  I almost moaned out loud....then I realized what he meant.
"What?" I exclaimed, "You don't need gas to start a fire!"
"Well, I've tried everything and I can't get it to stay lit," he defended.
"Let me help."  Without waiting for an answer I grabbed a few sheets of paper from the flyers I'd brought that were now tucked under my firewood.  With the sheets in hand I started across the road to his secluded campsite.  His site was completely hidden in the trees... only his pick up was visible from the road.  The air seemed to change somehow when we entered his site behind the truck.  It was shady and completely calm, the only sound coming from a bubbling brook running somewhere behind the trees that bordered his site.  Despite the danger of being totally secluded with a stranger, I immediately felt at ease.
I looked into his firepit and saw the problem immediately.
"You have to chop this wood smaller to make kindling," I said grabbing the chunks of wood he had laid in the pit.  I grabbed the hatchet he had mounted in a wood stump and set about chopping one of the pieces he had into small sticks.  I only needed to break up a couple of the pieces of wood he had before I had enough.    I noticed that he had a five gallon bucket of water sitting approximately 5 feet away...at least he knew something about campfires.  I balled the newsprint I had brought over and laid it in the center of the firepit and proceeded to build a "teepee" around it with the sticks I had chopped.  I pulled the lighter I had out of my pocket and lit the paper in several places.  As the kindling started to burn I added more small pieces to the fire to make it hot.  When I was satisfied that it burning steady and hot enough, I started adding the bigger pieces.  He was crouched down beside me, watching me build the fire
"There you go," I said smiling.  He turned his head to me and smiled again.  I don't know if it was the story still in my head, the enchanted air of his secluded hideaway or what, but I forgot myself for a moment and leaned in and kissed his lips.
"Oh my god! I am so sorry," I started to stammer embarrassed, rising to my feet and blushing furiously.  I tried to get around him to flee when his arm came around my waist and he pulled me into his hard chest.  My heart was thundering in my ears and I could feel the heat of my embarrassment on my face.  He lifted my chin with the knuckle of his finger and his lips were on mine again.  His tongue tasting my lips before sliding between my teeth to find my tongue, coaxing me to taste him..  My mouth opened to his and I wrapped my arms around his neck.  I pressed my body against his and surrendered to him completely.
His kiss was hungry and I could feel the heat building in my body.  It starting in my lower abdomen, and spread to a pulse throbbing  deep and hard in my drenched pussy.  I pressed my pelvis into his and felt his hardening passion against my flat stomach.  The heat rose to my tits, swollen, firm and pressed tightly against his chest.  My nipples straining against the fabric of my bra were tight and sore, aching for his touch, his lips, his tongue.  His hands moved down my back and over my ass, his fingers brushed against my quivering pussy through my shorts as his hands cupped the cheeks of my ass, squeezing gently.  I moaned into his mouth and spread my legs a little wider.
His fingers move down my thigh and slipped up the leg of my shorts.  When he found my cunt was already wet and slippery, it was his turn to moan into my mouth.  His hands came up to my arms and he pulled them down from around his neck.  His mouth moved over my lips, up my jaw to my ear, at the same time he moved his body around me so my back was to him.  His mouth moved to my neck and shoulders as his hands found the bottom of my tank top.  He pulled it over my head, his mouth immediately returning to my shoulder, kissing, nibbling.  His hands moved to unclasp my bra and I could feel the cool air of the shady site move over them, the hard buds of my nipples tightened more as my skin broke out in goosebumps.
I reached up behind me again to put my hands on the back of his neck.  As his mouth and tongue moved up my neck to play with my earlobe, his hands came up to cup my tits...his palms squeezing gently as he rolled my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
I moaned again and pushed my ass back against his pelvis.  One hand moved down my body and slid inside the waistband of my shorts and into my cotton string bikini panties.  His fingers found my throbbing swollen clit and applied pressure in a circular motion.  My pussy began to spasm and squirt her juice into my panties and onto his fingers.
His lips on my ear whispered, "Oh yeah baby, I love a juicy peach."  He took his hands out of my shorts and set about removing them and my panties altogether.  I was completely nude and he was still completely dressed.  His breath was in my ear and he huskily whispered, "Bend over beautiful."  Gripping the edge of the picnic table, I bent over, raised myself up on my tip toes and arched my back, lifting my ass in the air.  He was on his knee behind me, his hands gripping my upper thighs when the tip of his tongue touched my clit then ran up my pussy lips and circled the entrance to my once again squirting pussy.  He moaned as his tongue moved in and out of me, lapping up my hot juices.
His mouth was still on my cunt moaning and telling how sweet I tasted, when his hands disappeared from my legs and I heard his zipper. Standing he slid his huge throbbing hard on into my spasming cunt.  I moaned  with pleasure as he moved in and out of me.  I rocked back against him, my cunt clenching down on his pumping cock, not wanting to let go.  His hands moved from their grip on my hips.  One moved to my front to rub my throbbing clit as the other moved over the cheek of my ass, his thumb finding its way into my tight asshole.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" I cried out, my cunt spasmed around his cock as my orgasm  took over my body.  My legs started to shake and I had to grip the table harder to keep upright as the blood left my head, leaving me dizzy and weak.  My back arched, my long hair falling down my back and my ass lifted as my juices ran over his cock adding heat to the dance my pussy was doing around it.
He was breathing hard and he thrust himself deep into me as he cried out and exploded into my hot quivering  cunt.  We didn't move for a few moments as we tried to get our bearings back and catch our breath.  He let himself slip out of me and I reached for my clothes.  I didn't look at him again until I was fully dressed.  With our passion spent I was a little embarrassed that I had gone so far with this stranger.... I realized I didn't even know his name.
I was still looking for words how to tell him I normally didn't do this sort of thing without sounding like a cliché  when a quad pulled into his site.  A park ranger shut down the engine and without getting off the quad spoke to my new friend, "There you are! Oh, sorry to interrupt," he said as he caught sight of me standing beside the picnic table. "I know you're on vacation but that's what you get for taking your vacation in the park.  You said you'd have your radio.  I've been trying you for more than an hour..."
"Sorry, Doug" he answered. "My radio somehow got switched off.  Can't imagine how that happened."
"No matter," Doug replied.  "Like I said, I know you're on vacation but we have a situation with a black bear just south of here.  She must have come down off the mountain looking for food.  She put a scare into a couple of campers over there so we put the scare back on her but she doubled back around us and caused havoc with more campers in south sector 7.  We could really use your help."
"Okay Doug, I'll be there right away," he said.  Doug started his quad and tore off once again.  I finally started to get it as I watched him move around the site - dousing the fire then moving to his truck and lifting the lid on the toolbox in the bed to check the contents - he had to be a park ranger... but what kind of ranger didn't come prepared with tent pegs, a mallet or the know how to start a fire?   He had stopped moving around and was standing in front of me watching my eyes when the realization fully hit....he had only been making excuses to talk to me.  Still looking into my eyes, he said, "Thank you beautiful, for starting my fire... both of them."  He lifted my chin with his finger again, gave me one more long lingering kiss and was gone.