Overtime
I wasn’t surprised when Derek called to say he’d be working late again. He’d been staying until the early hours of the morning at his office all week.
I ate dinner by myself and watched a movie. I always waited up for him, but I was getting bored. I decided that I’d take him a late night snack. The vending machine he usually ate from had to be becoming less and less appealing.
I arrived just as the cleaning crew was leaving. They let me into the building. It was dark. The light filtering from Derek’s office was the only way I managed not to crash into desks and office chairs. His blinds were partly open. I saw him sitting at his desk, punching away at his keyboard. I set the bag of pastries on a nearby desk and watched him. I considered sneaking in and yelling “Boo!” but then it struck me how handsome he looked consumed by the project.
I got an idea.
I sat in an employee chair and took out my cell phone. I dialed his. I watched him pick up. I asked how much longer he thought he would be, told him that I was getting lonely in our bed without him next to me.
“Not too much longer” he spoke to me while typing. He seemed to only be half listening to what I was saying.
I told him I was naked.
“Uh huh. That’s nice dear”
I told him that I had thought about him in the shower after work.
“Okay Honey”
I told him I was touching myself.
“That’s good dear”
I moaned.
Silence.
I saw him stop typing and press the phone to his ear.
I moaned again.
He leaned back in his chair suddenly very attentive.
“Derek?” My voice was a sexy plea.
“Yes?” His breathing was shallow.
“I’m thinking of you as I do this to myself. I wish you were here doing this with me. I’m so close to coming. Are you alone?” I knew it was too dark for him to see me watching.
He looked out his window. “Yeah.”
“It hardly seems fair that I’m here in bed having all the fun while you’re slaving away at the office. Will you do me a favor, baby?”
He cleared his throat. “Sure. What do you want?”
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In the Saddle
The morning after David left me for another woman, I’d gone running.
I had been sitting at our kitchen table swirling the spoon around in my cereal bowl with complete disinterest. I stared across at the chair he usually sat in. I looked at his empty coffee mug next to the sink. I let go of my spoon. I kicked his chair. I threw his mug. I couldn’t be inside our house anymore. Everything reminded me of him. So I ran. I ran until my sides ached and my breath was strained.
After that day, running had become a tension-relieving ritual for me. I ran five mornings a week before work. One day several weeks later, I had decided to run down a dirt road instead of on the nice paved paths. I had wanted the quiet. That was the first time I saw him.
It was July and the mornings were already hot. He was standing outside a storage building loading bales of straw and hay into the back of a truck. His jeans were stained and loose. His hips were exposed. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and his well-defined torso made him look like sculpture. Sweat ran on his skin, trickling down his flesh on trails of muscle. Suddenly I felt thirsty. I stopped running to drink from my bottle of chilled Dasani.
He noticed me and waved. He didn’t appear to know I’d been staring. I smiled and waved in friendly return.
“Hot day for a run” He shouted.
I wondered how his voice would sound whispering in my ear. I wondered how much hotter we could make the day with our sweaty bodies sliding over each other, rubbing against one another like two sticks trying to spark fire. I took another swig of water. “Very hot” I answered.
He smiled and wished me a nice day before getting in his truck and driving off. I turned to begin the jog back home. With thoughts of him still on my mind, I tripped over a rock in the road. I jumped up and checked to make sure he hadn’t seen and then hurried on my way.
I orgasmed with his image in my mind that night. That became my new morning path and my new nightly ritual.
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More Than Old Friends
Before Ethan moved away during his senior year of high school to live with his mother, he and Laura had been best friends. They’d lived next door to each other since their early teens and had shared in many adventures and secrets.
She had missed him while he was away, but busy with their own lives, they failed to keep in contact.
Now he was back. His father had passed away and he had inherited the house. Laura was renting a place on the next block. His father’s funeral was the first time they had seen each other since he left 6 years earlier.
She had held him that day and let him cry on her shoulder in private. He had a strained relationship with Roger. Laura had heard them fighting many times through the years, but still Roger’s death struck Ethan hard. He regretted the way they had left things.
Laura consoled him and hurt for her friend. It was then that he kissed her. It was a gentle kiss and she could taste his tears. It was interrupted by the arrival of his cousin.
They quickly picked up their old friendship and spent much time together. They would rent movies and order dinner. It was most always at Laura’s house because Ethan didn’t like remaining in his. There were too many memories.
Laura never forgot that kiss. She thought about it often, but figured he must have just been looking for comfort at that moment since he hadn’t tried to kiss her again. And though neither of them ever mentioned that kiss, it still hung in the air like a whisper not quite spoken.
Exhibitionists on River Street
The lights going out on River Street had the huge crowd of St. Patrick’s Day party-goers swarming to watch the tornado warnings on the projection screens. Paul and I were less inclined to join the concerned mass. We opted instead to find a secluded spot and check the weather on his fancy cell phone.
We sat on the bricks surrounding a flowerbed and facing the river. There were large equipment trucks and vendor vans behind us blocking the chaos completely from our sight, though we could still hear the craziness.
“I didn’t get any beads.” I said.
“Do you want me to steal some off a passed out drunk when we head back to the car?” Paul joked and I laughed.
“Come on.” We heard a woman’s voice “Over here looks good.” She came from around one of the vans and walked to the railing overlooking the water. A man followed her like a puppy dog.
She was a short, skinny Asian lady with a perfect bob-style haircut, wearing a skimpy green dress with Lucite heels fit for a stripper. He looked more boyish than manly. He was tall, scrawny and pale with a blonde crew- cut that gave away that he was military.
The wind picked up and he placed an arm around her in a protective gesture, but he looked very unsure.
“This weather is wild!” She declared. “I come here every year and this is the first time anything like this has happened!”
“Are you okay?” He asked.
She grinned. “I’m not going to let some silly blackout ruin my trip. I think my boyfriend is going to ask me to marry him and he isn’t going to want me coming out here anymore. This might be my last St. Patty’s in Savannah. I’m going to make damn sure it’s a good one! Chris thinks I’m in Atlanta visiting my sister. I even bought these shoes with his money!”
His hand jerked away. “You have a boyfriend?”
“Oh, don’t worry. He isn’t here and he’ll never know.” She leaned back against the railing and pulled his oversize shirt to bring him closer to her. “You want to have fun don’t you?”
“Yeah” His voice was soft. “Yeah I want to have fun.” He lowered his head closer to hers.
“Good” She stuck out her tongue and flicked it against his lips, which parted in obedient anticipation. They kissed heavily. She held onto his neck and his hands moved awkwardly trying to decide where an appropriate place would be.
Paul and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes at the display. “How’s the weather look now?” I asked. I had used a tone loud enough to let them know that they were not alone. The woman giggled and waved, but didn’t seem to care.
Paul turned his attention to his phone to see if tornadoes were still a concern. He read the warning message out loud, but I was only half-listening. I was distracted by the couple’s continued kissing even though they knew that we could see them. I was even more surprised that she was encouraging its progression.
She moved the deep scoop-style neck of her dress to the sides and exposed her small breasts. Her many strands of green beads rested against the creamy skin between them.
My eyes widened and I nudged at Paul to look. We both sat in quiet disbelief for a moment.
“Go ahead.” She gave her breasts and beads a little shake for her lover. “Don’t be shy” She cooed.
He took them in his hands and lowered his head to suck on the nipples.
“Holy crap.” I mumbled.
“Um, maybe we should go.” Paul was feeling just as awkward as I was.
“Yeah.” We both took one more look before getting to our feet and readying to leave.
“Oh no, don’t go!” We heard the woman call to us. We don’t mean to chase you out of here. You were here first. We won’t be here long. I’d feel bad if we made you leave.” She faced us. “My name is Noel and this is…” She waited for her companion to say his name.
“Bobby.” He answered insecurely.
Noel looked at him and smiled. She extended her hand to shake his. “Nice to meet you Bobby. That’s a cute name.” He blushed and she took his hand. “Tonight is about fun. It’s okay for them to stay isn’t it Bobby?”
He looked almost eager to have us witness his experience, knowing that his friends would never believe it happened to him. Bobby nodded. “Sure, sure. Yeah stay. It’s cool.” He straightened his back and reached to fondle one of her bare breasts to prove his masculinity.
“Please sit back down” Noel pleaded. “I’m too selfish for us to leave this great spot, but I’d feel bad if you went. Bobby here is still a virgin and this is his big chance. I’ve never had sex with a virgin before.” She patted his embarrassed cheek. “You don’t want to ruin that for him do you?”
Paul and I looked at each other with what the hell is happening expressions and sat back down. We both looked at his cell phone feeling awkward and not knowing what else to do.
A moment later Noel was giggling again and we looked up to see that she and Bobby were making out even heavier than before. Bobby was sitting on the bricks of another flowerbed and she was on his lap. “Bite it” she said and pushed a nipple to his face. He took it in his teeth and pinched. “Ouch!” She took it away and put her hand over it.
Bobby looked concerned. “I’m sorry.”
“Do the other one now” She pushed it to him and he looked relieved.
I felt Paul move closer to me. He put his arm around my waist. I rested my hand on his thigh.
Noel had Bobby’s shirt unbuttoned and was running her tongue all over his chest.
Paul and I gave each other a light squeeze. Our eyes still on the couple, our hands started to slide. I rubbed at his erection through the khaki of his pants and he ventured under the fabric of my flowing skirt. I unzipped him and slid my hand inside. I guided his hand into my panties and used my other hand to begin stroking him. Then we looked at each other and turned our bodies so that we could kiss. He moved his free hand to cup one of my breasts and began a massage.
“That’s the spirit!” Noel called to us.
Paul and I froze for a moment realizing what we were doing and debating internally over whether or not to continue.
“Fuck me Bobby. Take me to railing and fuck me with your dick deep inside. I want you to cum on my pretty shoes.” Read more
Bound
He lays me on the bed and straddles me. He slowly begins undoing the buttons on my top. I try to help him, but he brushes my hands away. He appears to take his task seriously. Once all of the buttons are undone, he gently raises me upward to remove it from my body. He lays me back down to the pillows gently and touches my cheek. He then slides his hand down my neck, my shoulder and finally to my chest. He touches the fabric of my bra, runs his index finger over the delicate pattern. He seems to be admiring it. My breasts are sensitive to his touch and I want him to hurry, but he takes his time unfastening the clasp. As he pulls the opened bra toward him, lifting my arms, I am very aware of his touch. There is a fan in the room and I feel the cool air breeze over my nipples.
He moves toward my skirt, stopping briefly to gaze at my navel ring. He places his hands between the waistband of the skirt and my skin. He runs them in half circles. I watch as he does this. He finds the zipper and undoes it, but does not remove the clothing. Instead, he moves himself lower, taking his hands down the fabric to the bare skin of my thighs. Then he slides his hands upward. He pulls my panties down to my ankles. He unfastens the straps on my heels and removes them and my undergarment. He parts my legs only slightly. I feel the fan’s breeze subtly flow up my skirt. Instinctively, I bring my knees together. He parts them again. He lays propped up on one elbow for a moment looking at my exposed area. I begin to blush but make no effort to block his view. He gets on all fours and crawls toward me. His hands push the hem of the skirt up to my waist. Lightly, he brushes his knuckles over the small dark patch of curly hair. It tickles and I feel myself grow sensitive. He lowers his head and I hold my breath in anticipation. I see his tongue reaching for me. I feel it. I feel the gentle flick of his tongue against my clitoris and I reach for him. I raise my knees and open myself wider as he circles. He stops.
His face comes toward me and he whispers in my ear. “Get on your knees.” I obey without question. We kneel in front of each other. “Take off my shirt.” he says. I do as I am told. I move to kiss his nipples but he shakes his head and tells me softly, “No.”
He gets off the bed and opens a dresser drawer. He removes something before returning to me. I am wet and in wanting but he makes me wait.
He takes both of my wrists in one of his hands. I see now that he is holding bonds of some sort. He secures my wrists with Velcro fasteners attached to a long cord. He stands on the bed and I can see that he is stiff inside his pants. He ties the cord to a hook on the ceiling that I had never noticed before. Still on my knees, the stretch causes my torso to elongate. He walks around behind me and I see that he has me directly facing the dresser mirror. He kneels. “Watch” he tells me.
He takes two half melted pieces of ice from a glass on the nightstand. He runs them in circles around the swell of my breasts spiraling toward the tips. I lower my head to watch but that causes him to stop. “The mirror” he chides. I obey. Read more
Sin
It wasn’t like me to cry. I wiped the tears from my eyes and splashed water on my face. I dried and left the bathroom with the hurt still lingering inside of me.
He came to my door at just the right moment. I hadn’t even bothered to ask why he was there. I had simply grabbed him by the hand and pulled him in. When he tried to speak, I stifled his voice by kissing him passionately. Every time he opened his mouth, I would kiss him again to silence. I didn’t want words spoken that might bring us to our senses. At first his hands had remained at his sides unsure of how to handle the lustful assault. So I took his hands for him. I guided them over my hungry body. It didn’t take long for him to move them all on his own.
The attraction had been there from the beginning – from the first moment we’d met months ago. Friendly smiles and stolen glances were shared across the room. I knew it was mutual, but that didn’t make it right.
“I don’t love you.” I said
“I don’t love you.” He replied while removing his shirt.
“They can never know.” I whispered between nibbles.
He nodded in agreement before burrowing his face between my breasts. I helped him by undoing the buttons.
He had me pressed up against the entryway wall.
He pushed my shirt down my arms, unlatched my bra and dropped it to the floor.
My heart was racing as I opened his belt, unzipped his pants. He was hard and I was growing wet.
“Bed?” He queried anxiously.
“The couch” I panted. The bed was for lovers, for romance and affairs. The couch would be better suited for this one time act of carnage. Read more
Slave to My Cravings
I am a slave to my sexual cravings. When my lover arrived home from work last night, I approached him for sex, but he was tired and hungry.
Later, he sent me a text message while he was in bed and I was at the computer. He wanted sex, but I rejected him. I get annoyed when I am expected to satisfy his urges after my own were disregarded.
I continued my work online and tried ignoring him, but my desire grew with every moment. I fought the cravings for as long as I could, but soon found myself undressing and approaching the bed.
Completely nude, I rested my body beside him. I was hot with want but refused to be the first to touch. I wanted my body to be pleasured and for him to work for it.
He turned to face me and slipped his hand between my thighs. His fingers explored my pussy and I grew wet very quickly. He rubbed my clit and softly fingered me. I moaned and squirmed for him, watching as my nipples tightened to firm points.
I reached my hand down for his erect cock and stroked him as he rubbed me. I moaned in breathless excitement. I could feel his eyes on me, but mine were closed and I was dizzy with the approach of orgasm.
I don’t know what was wrong with me. I could have waited and felt myself cum at his manipulations, but the more excited I became, the more I needed to please him. When I was right there at the brink, I pushed his hand aggressively away and got on my knees to take his dick into my mouth. I had to feel how far down I could take him. When I’d gag, I’d push him deeper. My pussy was soaked and eager, but I couldn’t control my craving to have him in my mouth. Every time he would vocalize, I’d feel a rush of dirty adrenaline.
I brought him right to the brink, as he had me, and then I stopped.
I got on my back and invited his body over mine. He pushed himself inside and I raised my ankles to his shoulders. I wrapped my arms and legs around his body as he pumped. I came quickly and then I came again. I grabbed at his flesh, he bit at mine. He flipped me over and I got on my knees, sticking my ass in the air. He fucked me from behind and I matched his rhythm. He pushed me down and I brought my legs together as he straddled my hips and another orgasm washed over me. I demanded he fuck me harder and he didn’t hesitate.
We were both slippery with sweat as he finally emptied himself deep into my pink.
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Massage Chair
I’ve always liked those massage chairs. You know, the big black ones that they have at the mall.
I’ve often wondered what it would be like to have sex on one. When I put my money in the machine and feel the vibrations start, it’s easy to dismiss the presence of all the other shoppers walking about.
I want to have you pull my panties down and raise my skirt. I want you to be over me, my bent knees sandwiched between our shoulders. I want to feel you working my clit as the chair increases the level of vibration. I want your tongue against mine as the kneading starts. I want to moan into your mouth as the device arches my back and pushes my breasts firmly to your chest – the fabric of our shirts unable to stifle the welcome sensation.
I want to reach my hands above my head to hold onto the top of the chair as your erection makes its first entry. I want to feel you gently nibbling my neck and hungrily massaging one of my breasts as you rock firmer into me. I want to feel the way the chair manipulates the back of my body – vibrating, kneading, lifting, lowering – as you ravage the front.
I want to be pinned there between two determined forces having their way with me.
I want to climax on black vinyl.
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Hole in One
This was a naughty dream I had one night. I didn’t want to wake up!
We were at a mini golf place pretty late and were laughing and having a great time. I couldn’t figure out whether he was letting me win or if he was really that bad. It was like a massacre! I was sure to tease him about it.
For most of the time we were the only people on the course. When another couple eventually came to play, I told him that I had something I wanted to tell him. I took him by the hand and lead him to a secluded corner. I sat on top of a log post with my back against a dividing wall. He gave me a curious look and I took his hand. I told him to kiss me and he did. I took his hand and slipped it up my dress confiding that I had neglected to put panties on before leaving my house.
We muttered a few secret things to each other, then he turned his head to glance around. I told him that no one could see us. The other couple was still several holes away. I said this as I undid his pants.
He put his hands up my dress, grasped my back-side and pulled me to him for penetration.
It was wild and wonderful.
We could hear the sounds of the other couple getting closer. His pace quickened. My arms were under his, my hands gripping his shoulders for something to hold on to. I bit down on his shirt to silence my moan as I climaxed. We both finished.
We came around the corner looking slightly disheveled. He had an arm around me for support because my thighs felt weak. We smiled at the other couple, picked up our clubs and went to the next course.
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