figuring he would have the bathroom door closed, she
opened the door and stepped into the room.
He didn’t have the bathroom door closed and Mrs.
Walsh saw more of Dylan than she had expected. He was
standing over the toilet buck naked, his right hand
jacking himself off. With the door open she could hear
his moaning and the music coming from Brenda’s stereo.
He had been so into what he was doing, he hadn’t heard.
She stood aghast, mouth open, her free hand dropping
to her still moist crotch. He was so into what he was
doing, his teeth were bared and he had bent slightly at
the knees, his hand moving more quickly. The phone rang
and Mrs. Walsh let out a yelp of surprise. Dylan twisted
suddenly, his hand in midrub, his face registering shock
and shame. The clothes in her hand fell and she looked
from him to the phone and back again. Dylan stepped away
from the toilet, his hand still wrapped around his tool.
On the fourth ring the machine downstairs picked up the
line and the two stood still in silence.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Walsh. I don’t know-” he began to
say but she moved forward, crossing into the bathroom and
kneeling down before him. Pushing his hand aside, Mrs.
Walsh rubbed her hand up the length of his long stiff
penis. Her lips formed and oh and she tongued the pre-
come, loving the taste. She hadn’t given head since her
husband’s birthday five months before but within in
moments she was back at it.
Dylan groaned his approval and leaned his head back,
loving the sensation of Mrs. Walsh mouth sucking his dick.
He was so turned on it was unbelievable. The pit of his
stomach was beginning to hurt as his orgasm neared. He
couldn’t believe his girlfriend’s mother was blowing him
or that it was so much better. Unable to control himself
anymore he warned of his climax but she kept sucking his
dick. That turned him on more considering her daughter
always pulled away, making him shoot it in the air. He
pumped his load into her mouth, spraying the back of her
throat.
Mrs. Walsh swallowed every drop, knowing it turned
guys on. She didn’t like the taste much but from her
years she had learned guys like to get off in women’s
mouthes. Upon finishing his orgasm, she continued
tweaking his dick, wringing out more come. She even went
so far as to pull it from her mouth and rub him off more
with her long thin hands, licking off the residual come
for him to see.
Leaning back on the carpeted floor, Mrs. Walsh undid
her belt and Dylan obiediently dropped between her legs.
without a word, he pulled her shorts and panties off,
noticing the wetness and thinking the blow job had caused
…End of the part2. To be continued..
Archive for August, 2008
Mrs Walsh opened the door and was shocked and very part2
Sunday, August 31st, 2008Mrs Walsh opened the door and was shocked and very
Saturday, August 30th, 2008 happy to see her daughter’s boyfriend. Brenda was out,
but she invited him in any way. Always happy to see his
young handsome face around the house, she brought him into
the kitchen and began talking to him, neglecting to
mention Brenda was probably gone for the afternoon. So
was her husband and son. All were off doing other things,
leaving poor Mrs. Walsh home alone to fend for herself.
She had been doing just that too. She had been doing
luandry when she accidently bumped against the washing
machine. Remembering times past, she began masturbating
on the machine in minutes. Her shorts were around her
ankles, panties askew, fingers working their magic when
the doorbell rang.
Reluctantly she climbed off the washing machine,
zipped up and went to the door. Five minutes later she
was sort of happy she had. Dylan had jogged over to the
house and he was wearing a tight t-shirt and short thigh
hugging shorts. Mrs. Walsh had never found his body very
appealing, always wondering what her daughter saw in the
boy, but with a sheen of sweat and a tight pair of
drawers, she could see what got Brenda going. It was
getting her going too. Soon she was locked in the dilema
of talking to the boy for hours or finding a way to get
him out the door so she could masturbate about his young
body. She felt a bit perverted thinking of her daughter’s
boyfriend that way, but she had fantasized numerous times
about her son’s friends.
“Mrs. Walsh, I’m really sweaty, is there any chance I
can borrow your shower. I don’t want to stink up your
house.”
Her heart leapt at the thought of the boy naked in
her house. why shower, she wondered. She liked the way
he smelled right then and there. But she also liked the
idea of letting him use the shower though because while
his shower was going, she could entertain herself. She
led him to Brenda’s room, telling him to use her shower.
She returned to the bathroom with towels, hoping to cathc
him shirtless and he was. Unlike her husband, his body
was still very firm and almost hairless. Mrs. Walsh felt
a warmness in her loins and she hurriedly excused herself,
beelining for her room where her shorts and undies fell
and her fingers played their magic.
After her orgasm she passed by the room, noting that
the shower was not running anymore. She suddenly realized
the poor boy had no clothes to change into. Although his
running around naked was a fine idea from her point of
view, a seventeen year old naked would get her in major
trouble. She grabbed some clothing from her son’s room
and knocked on her daughter’s door. There was no answer,
…End of the part1. To be continued..
Three Close Friends part5
Friday, August 29th, 2008 excited clit. Ben could smell their womanly scent fill the room. The juices
inside of the both of them began to flow more quickly. Jane climbed up into
Rita’s lap. Both of their hands moved intensely at their crotches. Rita
began to moan gently. Her body became tense and hard against Ben. Ben’s
hand grabbed her nipple and gave it a twisting motion. Rita began to
tremble gently, and her heavy breathing became erratic. The only sound was
her moans and the slipping noise of her flesh against her flesh. Her
dampness dripped onto Ben’s jeans. Jane used both hands on Rita’s cunt.
Rita came in an explosion that made her head spin with pleasure and warmth.
“Ben, I can feel your hard dick against my ass.” she said.
“Ben… let me touch your cock,” said Jane. Jane reached underneath
Rita and touched Ben. He rolled out from under Rita, who had paused
momentarily. Jane unzipped the fly of Ben’s jeans. Ben’s cock popped out,
hard and already glistening. Rita began to stroke Jane’s pussy when she
bent over to touch the cock. Jane began to move with Rita’s rhythm, slowing
building to the climax she knew was to come. Jane was fascinated by the
cock in her face. She leaned forward to kiss it on the glans. She tasted
the sweet flavor of Ben. She moved forward, past his inflamed penis and
kissed his nipples. As Rita’s mouth replaced her hand on Jane’s cunt, Jane
gasped in pleasure and surprise. Ben’s hard dick pushed against her belly.
Jane moved up and kissed Ben on the lips, hard and deep. Their
tongues touched each other. Then Rita began to stroke Ben’s cock slowly
with her still-damp fingers. Jane moved her warm, damp slit up to Ben’s
face. His tongue gently reached out and licked her inner thigh. She
quivered against him. Rita gasped as she inserted Ben’s cock into herself.
She began to pump rhythmically with her hips while grabbing Jane’s round
ass. Ben reached up and turned Jane towards Rita. He then began in earnest,
his warm tongue sliding in and out of Jane’s cunt. Jane began to kiss Rita
hard. Rita felt Jane’s hard nipples against her own. She began to stroke
both of them at the same time.
All three of their motions mounted. Rita began to pump her hips
quickly, moving her cunt so the Jane could feel the inside. Jane’s fingers
slid across her erect clit. Ben’s hands held Rita’s ass tightly, caressing
the pleasant softness. Bens tongue felt soft and warm in Jane’s cunt. Her
cunt began to contract and expand. Ben kissed her on her lower lips and
began to suck while Rita kissed her nipple hard. They all three clenched
each other and came in furious orgy of kissing, stroking, moaning and
touching. They collapsed that way, arm in arm, with Ben still inside of
Rita and Rita still hugging Jane.
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Three Close Friends part4
Thursday, August 28th, 2008 Jane took one of her tits and lifted it to her mouth. Her tongue darted out
and touched just the tip. She then leant over and kissed one of Rita’s
breast. She rubbed the nipple of her own breast with her left hand, and
Rita’s with her right. Then she leaned back.
Her breast were full and warm. The tan line of her bikini cut
across their tops. She traced this line with her finger, and the began to
stroke her erect nipple. Rita took one of her Jane’s breasts in her hand
and squeezed gently.
“They’re so much bigger than mine.”
“That doesn’t matter. Just make sure that you use them.”
Rita leaned forward and kissed Jane’s breast lightly on the nipple.
Jane quivered slightly, just noticeable to Ben.
Jane’s hands slowly stroked her whole body, an gentle pattern of
loneliness and unquenched passion. She put her hand on top of her skirt and
slowly began to knead the material. Ben’s hands were still massaging Rita’s
tense nipples. Ben’s head was covered with the Rita’s red hair. Rita moved
her hand to her crotch. Rita’s gaze was fastened on Jane.
Jane’s other hand began to caress her inner thigh, stroking the tan
muscle and skin. Her long skirt began to impede this. She unbuttoned the back
quickly and removed it. She was already beginning to sweat in the warmth of
the fire. Rita unbuttoned the fly on her jeans and pulled them off. She was
wearing sheer, silky black panties. They were sticking to her damp cunt.
“I bought them for Chas. He never saw them…” The insides of
Rita’s thighs were white. A few stray, very red pubic hairs peeked out from
beneath the black silk. Her erect clit pushed against the fabric.
Jane rolled on her side and slowly stroked her round butt. Bens
hand reached out and patted the curve of her bottom. His other hand gently
cupped Rita’s backside. Jane lay on her back and began to open her legs to
Rita. Rita’s legs duplicated Jane’s actions. Jane began to stroke herself
through the fabric of her now damp panties. Rita’s panties were wet through
with her own excited juices.
“When you can’t stand it anymore…” Jane slipped her thumbs
beneath the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to he ankles. The
slipped around her foot. Ben removed the black panties slowly from Rita.
Rita’s eyes were fixed on Jane’s cunt. It was dark with pubic hair, but
spread open. The normal pinkness had been turned to red by her passion. Her
clit popped out from her body like her nipples.
“Look deep. You can see that this is what your like. All women are
alike physically.” Jane slid a finger into her cunt, and then licked it. It
tasted of the sweetness of passion, but also of the bitterness of want.
Rita spread her legs and exposed her inner self to Jane. She slowly tasted
herself also. Ben, too, inserted a finger. He quickly withdrew it,
however. This seemed to be a ritual among women, and women only.
Jane stroked the swollen lips of her cunt slowly, from bottom to
top. She was slowly spreading her legs wider, and more and more of her was
becoming visible. The wet inner flesh glistened in the firelight. Rita
began to copy her, but then inserted three fingers into her wet cunt.
Jane’s juices wet her finger. Her left hand came down to manipulate Rita’s
clit. Rita’s hands moved quickly over her inflamed cunt. She used her whole
hand to stroke herself with. Jane’s hand moved furiously over her wet,
…End of the part4. To be continued..
Three Close Friends part3
Wednesday, August 27th, 2008 six of the wrong switched before she shut it off. Enough time for Rita to
look up and see.
“Is… is that kind of woman attractive?” she asked.
“Well… kinda.” replied Ben.
Jane gave him a dirty look.
“Sometimes, Chas would kiss me. And we would get into the back seat
of his car. And he would touch my chest, and my nipples.”
Jane came down and hugged Rita again. Ben was a little mortified,
but he held her tight.
“I would feel, well, strange. Y’know, all fuzzy. And I’d feel
hungry for something, something Chas wouldn’t give me.”
“Didn’t you, well…. um…. ” Jane was blushing slightly. Ben was
blushing heavily.
“Didn’t I what? What was I supposed to do when he kissed me and
left me at the door?”
“Well, um…. didn’t you play with yourself?”
“Huh?”
“Y’know….ummm, touch you pussy with your hand.”
“No.”
The alcohol had begun to take its affect on Rita. She could never
hold her liquor. It had seemed to lower Jane’s inhibitions also.
“Didn’t you want to?” said Jane.
“I didn’t know how. Have you?”
“Well, yes. Sometimes, when a boy was afraid or I was just lonely.
Most when I was lonely. I get very lonely, even when boys call me and go
out. They just leave me alone afterwards. I get all excited after kissing
them, and then they leave. And even when they don’t, it usually only takes
them a few minutes to finish. And I still feel lonely.” She spoke slowly,
almost dreamily.
“Can you show me?”
Jane’s eyes widened slightly at the suggestion. She looked at Ben,
maybe for reassurance. Ben nodded.
Jane raised her skirt. She had on some lacy panties, with very
light pink borders.
“First, you have to make sure you get excited. It doesn’t work
unless you can feel it,” said Jane. She began to unbutton her blouse,
revealing a racer-back bra. She began to stroke just the outside edged of
the bra. Then she tucked her legs under herself. She began to tease her
nipples through the fabric of the bra. Ben pulled Rita’s shirt over her
head and mirrored Jane’s motions on Rita. His large hands circled the cups
of her bra.
Jane gently squeezed the nipples between her fingers. Her face was
intent in its gaze on her breasts. She was involved deeply, but not enough
to forget herself.
“The nipples are the first step. Don’t just jump over them.” She
began to open the front of her bra. Ben fumbled with the clasp in the back
of Rita’s bra. Jane leant closer and helped him unfastened it. Rita removed
it and began to caress her own small breasts. The large nipples stood out
from excitement. Ben gazed with awe at them. They seemed to him to be
perfect. His hands covered hers, simulating the motions she was making.
…End of the part3. To be continued..
Three Close Friends part2
Tuesday, August 26th, 2008 the architectural styles clashed with each other. Ben’s uncle Jerome had
taken a fancy to flying buttresses, and had constructed a large stone hall
on the east wing. Ben’s father preferred a more modern style- a large
obelisk shaped tower stood opposite the stone hall. Ben’s father and Jerome
had always been at odds with each other. They were twins. As the two looked
up to the house, each got a different impression. Jane saw the lightning
glare off of the black glass of the obelisk, while Rita saw only the
brooding hall.
They reached the entrance hall, a towering stone construction that
guarded twin doors. As they broke the beam on the door trigger, the left
opened slightly, showing itself to be unlocked. Jane hugged Rita, and they
entered.
“Your soaked! Good thing I started a fire” Ben was being
artificially cheerful. Jane gave him a look as he led them into the front
room. Ben nodded and pulled out two large comforters. He tossed them in
front of the fireplace. Jane and Rita ducked underneath.
“Why? Why did he want Trisha? She’s such a bitch.” Rita and Trisha
had almost come to blows numerous times. Mainly, it was Trisha’s pompous
attitude towards anyone who she could be pompous towards. Trisha was one of
those rich type of girls without much else. She had looks, but not
personality.
“She’d be hard pressed to rub two brain cells together,” mentioned
Ben.
“Ben…” said Jane. She leaned over and whispered something into
his ear. Ben went out of the room.
“I understand….” Rita was shivering from the cold rain. Jane
hugged her closer. Rita slowly cried in Jane’s arms, her fiery red hair
mingling with Jane’s brown. They sat there for a few moments, Rita just
crying and Jane rocking her gently as she dried out.
Ben returned with three mugs. “An old family secret. Warms the
heart, soothes the soul and clears the sinuses.” Ben sat down next the
girls on the dark blue comforter and handed them their drinks.
“What is it?” asked Jane quietly.
“Just some hot chocolate.” Jane took a swallow and nearly
sputtered.
“With bourbon.” Jane winked at Ben. Rita drank some out of her mug.
Ben put an arm around her and hugged her tight.
“It’s just because she shows off her butt and tits. I can’t believe
that he did that. I loved him. I would have done anything he asked me. But
he never asked me.”
Jane got up and motioned towards the bathroom. She had drank all of
her cocoa and was obviously discomfited. Ben picked small Rita up and set
her in his lap. He stroked her hair and told her it would be all right.
Jane came back in. She reached to turn of the bathroom light and hit the
wrong switch. A screen slid out of the ceiling and a projector started to
whir.
“Ooopps…” said Jane.
“Don’t worry, you didn’t break anything. Just hit the…” The movie
started up. His parent had evidently left in a porno flick. A very well
built blond woman was slowly fucking herself with a dildo. Jane hit five or
…End of the part2. To be continued..
Three Close Friends
Monday, August 25th, 2008
The three were good friends, as good as friends could be. Jane and
Rita had met in the sixth grade. Ben, he had always seemed to be there,
like a brother or a cousin. He lived in a house up on the hill, the two
girls lived at the foot. They could party together, talk together, or just
be together.
Jane wasn’t beautiful, but she had a way with men. Her long, light
brown hair and ready smile attracted men. She went through boyfriends like
most people went through twinkies. It was uncommon for her to show up
anywhere with the same guy twice. Every man seemed to have a crush on her,
or have had one at one time. Rita was different; she had one boyfriend for
the past year, Chas. Chas was a football player who had originally been
going out with Jane. He was tall, dark haired and dark eyed. He instantly
entranced Rita with his charm and masculinity. Jane and Ben were afraid;
they knew Chas’s reputation and were afraid that Rita might get hurt.
One weekend, Ben’s parents had left for a week to go to Hawaii. Ben
was sitting around the house, waiting for one of his friends to call him
for a party. He was careful not to let anyone know his parents were
gone–parties were fine, but he didn’t want to clean up afterwards. His
thoughts turned to his girlfriend, Tracy. She had dumped him when she
moved. Ben tried to take it philosophically, but his heart wouldn’t let
him. He wished that his emotions were more like Jane’s. The phone rang.
“Hi?” he answered.
“Ben? Are your parents gone?” It was a measure of how close Ben was
to Jane to let her know this.
“Yeah… Why? You sound upset.”
“We need to use your house.”
“We?”
“Yeah. Chas just dumped Rita.”
“Come on over.” Ben knew what this meant. Rita was so in love with
Chas that she would probably be suicidal with grief. Rita’s parents would
be unsympathetic. A typical comment form them would be “that’s what you get
for dating a jock”. Jane’s parents were probably throwing another party.
They were great at partying. Unfortunately, they were not very quiet
parties. Ben’s house was the only place were they could console Rita.
Jane met Rita at the door. Her fair skin was red from crying. When
she entered the rainy night, the tears were lost. Jane tossed a portion of
her yellow parka over Rita’s red hair. Rita just grabbed Jane around the
shoulder. They climbed the hill to the Mansion-the house were Ben lived.
The steps that ran along the driveway were narrow and difficult to
negotiate in the sunlight, much less on a rainy night. Lightning brightened
the scene for a moment, then thunder lashed the couple. They hurried until
they reached the gate.
“He dumped me for Trisha. She has bigger tits.” said Rita.
“It’ll be all right…”
Jane punched in the code and the gates opened, revealing the final
climb to the Hofsteader Mansion. It was a large, Victorian type structure
that had been added on to each successive generation of Hofsteader. Many of
…End of the part1. To be continued..
It was the late in the summer of 19 when I first became acquainted with Steven part3
Sunday, August 24th, 2008her.” He took a deep breath. “It seemed an outrage, and yet I couldn’t accuse
Anna of doing anything wrong when all she had meant to do was provide me with a
monument to the beauty I worshipped. I loved her dearly. She shone.”
“And I couldn’t fault Pandolf’s work,” Steven said. “All art aside, it is a
magnificent piece. It truly captures the essence of Anna’s beauty and I felt
grateful in that regard. He accomplished a feat I could never in a thousand
lifetimes have managed. Pandolf drew out the very essence of my love for Anna
and immortalized the feeling on canvas. But then, the demons rose up within me.”
Steven sat down, staring again at the portrait. I went to the small bar and
poured myself a drink.
“One night, months after, I made love to Anna and in the very moment of ecstasy,
a realization struck me. There, in her eyes, as a giddy laugh passed over her
lips, I found the instant of beauty that is there, frozen into that infernal
painting. I left our bed almost as quickly as it is conceivably possible to
abandon a woman in the throes of love, and I rushed down here and gazed into the
eyes of the painting and I knew I was right. In the strokes of his brush,
Pandolf had broken my heart. Anna had shown him the ecstasy of her soul.”
Steven seethed with living rage and I looked again at the painting, almost
embarrassed to be privy to such an intimate view of the beautiful Anna. I knew
he spoke the truth, for while at first glance the piece seemed simply beautiful,
a glimmer of the delight I had, myself, witnessed in the climactic expressions of
lovely young women glowed in the face of the portrait’s subject. I shuddered to
imagine what Steven had felt, an outpouring of furious emotion that still burned
in him.
“I pulled the curtain closed and ran from the study,” Steven said. “Anna had
followed after me, curious to see where I had dashed off to, but I managed to
meet her in the hallway. Grabbing her, I kissed my wife with more passion than I
ever had before in all our years together. In the first moment, when I looked
into the glimmering black pupils of the painting, I had felt the anger and pain
that comes from the first blow of a poisoned dagger. Her lips seemed to mock me,
almost pursed in a hungry kiss. I wanted to tear the painting down from the wall
and destroy the canvas thread by thread. But just there, beneath the smooth skin
of her throat, I could almost feel the eager pulse of her heart. Her breasts, so
soft and warm, pressed against my chest. Her arms . . .” Steven stopped. I
looked away.
“I loved Anna more than I ever had. I couldn’t care if she had betrayed me
because it seemed inconsequential compared to the pain I would feel if I lost
her. I loved her madly, with every fiber of my being, for the rest of her life.”
Steven stood and approached the painting. “And I was right. The pain of losing
her was worst of all.”
I sat dumbfounded as I looked at the painting of Anna by Pandolf, and for the
first time, truly marvelled at the passion that could be contained within a
single square of canvas, covered over by globs of oily pigment. Steven sobbed
softly. I rose and put an arm around him, feeling the magnificent adoration for
this work of art he expressed with each convulsed breath. And with a glance, I
loved her, too.
“It was years before I showed anyone else the painting. He was an old friend and
a great admirer of Pandolf’s. He told me that this piece marked the transition
for the painter. In this painting, he said, Pandolf spoke a universal truth,
taking that final step beyond the personal truths that characterized his earlier
work. That Pandolf often spoke of a great piece he had sold and forever
regretted giving up. That my Anna’s was the one.”
I nodded. I had seen the face of beauty before. The painting held a
recognition.
“Anna told me on that first night that the painter had tried to refuse to give
the painting to her. She told him they had a contract and that her husband was a
lawyer and that if he didn’t give her the painting, there would be hell to pay.
Then she gave him two hundred extra because she felt sorry.”
“Amazing,” I said.
“She loved me,” he said. “You can see it in her eyes.”
It was the late in the summer of 19 when I first became acquainted with Steven part2
Saturday, August 23rd, 2008distant oak forests and broad color-rich skies. A wide glossy desk sat poised
beneath the darkening panes, cluttered uncharacteristically, I thought, with a
dozen strewn volumes, piled open in a chaotic array. The east and west walls
climbed some thirty feet high with overfilled bookshelves, majestic old leather
bound tomes near piles of unkempt paperbacks. Steven approached the north wall,
where a curtain hung.
“Do you know Pandolf?” he asked.
“Sure,” I said, laughing at the notion that even someone as generally ignorant as
I could fail to know of Fra Pandolf. “I mean, I’ve never met him, if that’s what
you mean, but his paintings are already worth millions.”
“He did a painting for me, years ago,” Steven said.
“Really?” I asked, quite amazed.
“My wife commissioned a painting, as a gift. Anna had quite an eye for artists.
He was just a local back then. I think she only paid a few thousand for this.”
Steven pulled the cord which drew back the curtain.
A large canvas hung on the wall, filled with greens and blues and sunlight golds.
The subject, only slightly abstracted, was a beautiful woman, simply radiant in
her loveliness with water bright eyes, soft skin, long sensuous legs and a smile
that almost laughed out loud. I smiled, pleased, knowing the treasure Steven
showed me was a very pretty picture.
“It was our tenth anniversary,” Steven said, his eyes fixed on the portrait of
his wife, Anna. “She posed without my knowing and gave me the finished painting.
It was a surprise.”
“I can imagine,” I said, astounded by the living sense I felt as I studied the
woman’s graceful lines. Pandolf, I knew, was one of the darlings of modern art,
and for once, I could bear witness to genius. This was a brilliant example of
incredible skill. “It must be worth a fortune,” I said tactlessly, thinking
aloud.
“I suppose,” Steven said. “It’s priceless to me.”
“Of course,” I said. “Have you ever shown it, loaned it to a gallery?” I tried
to show off some of the knowledge of standard art practices I had learned in our
work. Steven frowned and then laughed.
“No,” he said. “I haven’t shown anyone this painting in ten years.”
“Why?” I asked.
“When Anna gave me this painting, I was no patron of the arts. I knew a little,
could talk at parties about symmetry and impression, but when I first saw this
piece of work, I saw it as a husband.” Steven stopped to stare again at the
painting of his disrobed wife.
“I thought it was beautiful,” he said, “just as I thought Anna was beautiful, but
I also thought it was too beautiful. Do you know much about Pandolf?”
“No,” I replied.
“When this painting was done, his reputation wasn’t as much for being a painter
as it was for being a scoundrel. Perhaps that is an exaggeration, but I was
spending a fair amount of time at the courthouse and I knew about his scandals;
public drunkeness, vandalism, even petty assaults on stuffy art patrons. I had a
low opinion of the man as a decent citizen. What did I know about art?”
Steven left me standing in front of the painting while he went to a small
assortment of crystal bottles and poured himself a short drink. He downed the
brown liquid in a single motion.
“Anna was beside herself with delight when she gave me this painting and I smiled
and fawned and thanked her for her generous kindness, but the whole time I was
thinking about my Anna posed naked while this creature,” Steven paused. “Painted
…End of the part2. To be continued..
It was the late in the summer of 19 when I first became acquainted with Steven
Friday, August 22nd, 2008Circumstance had provided us the opportunity to work together, a collaboration
which culminated in a slick bit of legal craftsmanship which had all the
hallmarks of a jurisprudential masterpiece, at least when viewed by someone who
could appreciate the invisible strings we fashioned to manipulate a sensitive
artistic universe. Raising a toast of some rather exquisite champagne, Steven
and I indulgently acknowledged our own handiwork, well aware that our finest
accomplishment lay in the fact that no one outside the room would ever really
appreciate our delicate touch. If things went as planned, we laughed, they would
never even realize we had been there.
One bottle from Steven’s extensive cellars led to another, and we spoke that day
at great length, in ways our work had never allowed. Working together had been a
great joy for both of us, I like to think, because Steven and I shared a sense of
focus which meant every working hour of those two months had been devoted solely
to the task at hand. I’m almost ashamed of the single-minded intensity that I
dedicate to my tasks, although I know no other fashion of approaching a problem,
but all too often the obsessive devotion I suffer in the course of a serious
project has cost me bitterly, both in my professional and personal relationships.
Yet with Steven, for once, it had been different. He was every bit as
concentrated as I had ever been. With a grin, I might even admit that he could
turn the flame a notch or two further than I. How could I not enjoy the company
of a man who not only appreciated my tendencies, but challenged me to demand more
of myself? As neglected as our subtle monument would be, I took great pride in
knowing that Steven understood. We raised another toast, and again, until the
sun slipped orange beyond the dark wooded acres of Steven’s estate.
Those two months, dedicated as they were to the definition and protection of the
intangible property rights of visual artists, taught me a great deal about a
subject I had really never paid any mind. I understood the vagaries of copyright
in the abstract, and had done the cursory rounds through several great galleries
during my travels, but before that summer, art remained a decorative item for me.
In fact, the work we did with the Foundation did much to increase my exposure
and augment my vocabulary, but Steven provided the catalyst which turned on the
light.
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Champagne had led to Chablis which led to a Chardonnay “we simply have to share”,
to a special unlabelled bottle from a tiny Swiss monastery to a very old bottle
of Scotch and the tenth hour of our celebration had warmed my spirits into a
pleasant sense of incautious confidence.
“What it really boils down to,” I said, pretending wisdom, “is that much of the
work that is being done in this country derives again from European influences.”
Steven smiled, distracted. He put down his glass and leaned forward, his high
brow slightly wrinkled.
“I don’t think we go very far describing an artist’s work in terms of
influences,” Steven said. “There is always an evolution of linguistic terms, so
to speak, but language is a living component of our expression. Substance always
triumphs over form, yet without comprehensible forms, the expression becomes
lost.”
I remember listening carefully, because I respected Steven more than anyone I had
ever known. Part of me had always believed the arts perpetrated a fraud, that a
conspiracy of critics and galleries operated to decide one piece would be
valuable and another would not. To me, a painting was pretty or it was not. The
rest sounded like poppycock. Yet Steven seemed to believe.
“I want to show you something,” Steven said and with my assent, he led me
upstairs to a large room I calculated to be his study. The south wall of the
grand space was almost entirely built of glass, windows that seemed to draw in
the broad reaches of landscape, the small pond, the gentle roll of pasture, the
…End of the part1. To be continued..
dickie part2
Thursday, August 21st, 2008“Thanks…” I said, getting a whiff of her perfume as I walked in the door.
“…now your sure I’m not taking you away from anything?”
“Not at all, in fact I was hoping you’d call. I really wanted to show off
what I have to offer.” There was a noticable twinkle in her eye.
She locked the door and invited me to come into her office at the back of
store.
“It’s kind of like a home away from home.” she said.
“You see, the store is open from 11:00 am to 10:00 pm and I usually have to
stay late to finish up at night.”
“Those are long hours.” I said. “does it pay off?”
“Yes I guess it does.” she responded. “You see this is my husband’s and my
business, but he works as a manager for a restaurant in Parsippany and when
he gets home at about 5:00 at night he’s too tired to come and help.”
I sensed a note of sarcasm in her voice and decided not to press the issue. She
went on anyway and in about fifteen minutes I had a capsulated history of their
marriage and what was wrong with it.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “I guess I get lonely. There’s really noone here to
carry on a normal conversation with most of the time.”
Not being one to mince words I just asked her outright. “Why don’t you find
a lover? Seems to me that might make you feel like a person again. You really
are quite sexy and attractive.”
She looked at me as if I had just plunged a knife into her heart and in a
matter of fact voice said, “Well, you tell me, would you fuck me.”
“Baby,” I replied “Only an asshole or a eunoch would say no to that.”
I stood up and moved around the desk. Taking her in my arms a kissing her full
on the lips.
“This isn’t right,” she said pulling away from me. “I don’t even know you
and I’m acting like a whore in front of you.”
“No,” I said, trying to soften the blow of what I had just done. “You just
need a man and all that goes along with him.”
I moved in once again. This time I found little resistance and as I put my
lips on hers her mouth opened to greet my probing tongue. I stroked my hands up
and down her back and slowly undid the zipper to her uniform. As I pulled it off
of her shoulders her tits sprang out to savor their freedom. I caressed them
with my hands while I used my fingers to tweak her nipples. She moaned from low
in her throat as I rolled and pulled on them with my anxious fingertips.
“Suck on them.” she implored. “Suck on them now.”
I bent my head and tok as much of her right tit into my mouth as I possibly
could. At the same time I sucked I used my tongue to flick the nipple that was
buried deep in my mouth. The smell of her perfume was like some sort of trigger.
My cock began to grow in my pants and I took her hand and put it on my crotch.
It was obvious that she knew exactly what to do. She cupped her hand and began a
slow circular rubbing of my now hard cock. I moved to the other tit and began to
give it the same attention that I had given to the first. I dropped a hand to
her crotch and began to rub her pussy in the same manner that she was rubbing my
cock.
“Take your dress off I want to see you naked in front of me.” I said as I
pulled the dress down around her hips. She wriggled and freed herself of the
dress and reached out and undid my pants, pulled them to my knees and pulled my
underwear off. We each stepped out of the remainder of our clothes. Her tits
glistened with my saliva. Her pussy was covered with a soft shadowy down of
blonde hair and her pussy lips were dark pink and already begining to get wet.
“I want to lick your pussy.” I said. “I want to smell you and taste you.”
I dropped to my knees, reached around behind her and took the firm cheeks of her
ass in my hands, I spread them with two fingers as I pushed a third against her
tight asshole. She moaned again and pusshed her pussy toward my waiting mouth.
I darted my tongue out and flicked at her waiting pussy lips. I poked harder and
deeper until I could feel her clit. I continued to poke and lick. Her juices
were starting to flow and I could taste her honeysweet snatch as I probed more
and more.
She was moaning loudly now. “Yesss… Eat me… Eat me hard… Lick my
cunt!”
As I sucked harder and harder on her now swollen clit I felt her begin to
shudder. I backed of just long enough to say, “Cum in my mouth baby, let me
taste it.”
All the time I licked and sucked she had been playing with her tits and now
she dropped her hands down to her pussy stuck them deep between her legs
and spread herself open. My tongue, now beginning to tire was aching but I kept
going.
She shook violently now, her breath coming in short sharp gasps.
“OH GOD!!…II’M CCUMMING!!” she stuttered. “OOO…MY CUNT…SSUCK IT…”
she screamed. “PLEASE I HAVE TO HAVE YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH!”
In on one motion I stood up and pushed her to her knees. I grabbed the back
of her head and drove my rod deep down her throat. Hungrily she tongued, sucked
and tried to swallow my cock. I began to thrust my hips at her waiting mouth as
she continued to suck. It was an unbelievable sensation.
I felt balls begin to tighten and felt the tingling in my groin that told
me I was about to cum but I couldn’t stop fucking her incredible mouth. I picked
up speed and as if she knew what was about to happen she stopped sucking and let
my cock fall from her mouth.
“You can’t cum yet,” she said, the saliva from her wet mouth dribbling down
her chin, “I have to feel that meat in my pussy.”
She lifted herself onto the edge of her desk and leaned back on her elbows.
she lifted her legs high in the air and spread them as wide as they would go. I
could see her juices oozing from her snatch, which by this time was dark red
with excitement. I moved in and grabbing her ankles to hold her wide open slid
my cock in to the hilt in one stroke. It was hot and slippery as I began to fuck
her with all my might. She reached her hands down and to my surprise put two of
her fingers into her cunt along with my cock. I couldn’t hold off any longer.
With one last shove I drove my cock as deep in her as I could get it and came
like I hadn’t cum before. My cock pulsed jet after jet of cum deep in her snatch
as she continued to fuck herself with the two fingers that shared the space with
me. I knew she was about to cum again as I felt the walls of her cunt squeeze
around my shaft. “UGH…UGH…OH MY CUNT!…FEEL MY CUNT!” she grunted and
screamed as she reached her orgasm.
She relaxed as her orgasm subsided and I let go of her. She took the two
fingers out of her pussy and slipped them into her mouth. She sucked the mixture
of our juices off and looked up at me. “God Dickie, that was fantastic” she
said. “But I have to get up and open the store.” We got up and she got an apron
out that she used while working. We wiped ourselves up and dressed.
As I was leaving she said, “If you come back at 10:00 tonight I’ll show you
how much better I can take it in my asshole, I love to be ass fucked.” I agreed
to be back, and by the way she really did like being cornholed, but that’s
another story.
–
dickie
Wednesday, August 20th, 2008Archive-author:
Archive-title: Continuing Adventures of Dickie Dunkin
EPISODE #1 ” THE DAIRY QUEEN”
Well, dear reader, welcome to the wonderful(and erotic) world of Dickie
Dunkin. How do I know it’s so wonderful? That’s easy I’m Dickie Dunkin.(That’s
not my real name but then again neither are any of the other names your about to
read.) The stories your about to read are so of my favorite experiences. Or at
least it’s the way I remember them…
I had been working in a Real Estate office in a small town in New Jersey
and as was the usual custom on slow days I was playing Gin with Joe the salesman
whose desk was immediately behind mine. As we played I failed to notice the two
women who had entered the office behind me. We put the game on hold and Joe
stood up to greet the women, who by this time, were already walking toward us.
As I turned to face my own desk I glanced at them. There was a tall brunette,
whom Joe seemed to know, and a short blonde. My eyes immediately locked onto the
blonde. She was slim with a pair of green eyes the likes of which I had never
seen in my life. She was wearing a white uniform and my first impression was
that she was a nurse. I was wrong. Her hair was long and flowed down over her
shoulders where the seemingly endless cascade of golden hair stopped to rest on
her more than ample bust, about a size 38D. She had a narrow waist and a nicely
rounded pair of hips. There was a slight curve to her belly and a most visible
and pronounced pubic mound. Her legs were shapely although very muscular. Joe
introduced them to me. The brunette was Ann and the blonde was Rose. I
acknowledged and returned to my desk to busy myself with some trivial things so
it wouldn’t appear that I was eavesdropping. It seemed that Rose was trying to
sell her Soft Ice Cream business and Ann had brought her in to meet Joe with the
hopes that he could help. After filling out the necessary paperwork Joe asked me
to give the girls my opinion of what I thought the potential was. Of course
after having overheard everything I was able to backup everything that Joe had
told them, and even told them that I might have a client who could possibly be
interested. Of course nothing was further from the truth. Rose seemed to be
extremely greatful to hear such encouraging words and I told her I would be in
touch in a day or so. As they left I couldn’t help but check out Rose’s ass as
she walked toward the door. Nice ass.
That night when I got back to my apartment I couldn’t keep Rose’s vision
out of my head and soon found myself with a first class hard-on from thinking
about what I would do with her if I had her alone. I decided that I would call
the next day to get to know her better.
When I dialed the phone I felt my heart pound with anticipation as the
phone rang the first time.
“Hi Soft and Creamy number 21, this is Rose speaking.” came the softly
spoken words “…may I help you?”.
Trying not to get tongue tied I replied ” Hi Rose, this is Dickie from the
Real Estate Office. If it wouldn’t be too inconvenient I’d like to drop by and
take a look at the store and the operation so I can discuss it with my client.”
Actually there was a lot more that I wanted to take a look at but that would
come soon enough.
“Hi Dickie!” There semed to be a hint of excitement in her voice. “You
couldn’t have picked a better time. The store doesn,t open for another hour
and a half today and it will give me a chance to give you the Cook’s Tour. When
can I expect you?”, she said.
“Give me about fifteen minutes.” I replied, knowing full well that I could
be there in half that time…and intended to be.
“OK. I’ll be waiting to let you in.”
We hung up and I went into the bathroom to check myself out. Quite
satisfied that what I saw in the mirror was as good as it was going to get I
walked out to my car and headed for her store. When I got there and approached
the door I saw her standing inside back by one of the machines. She looked even
more fuckable today than she did yesterday. I tried the door and realized it was
locked so I rapped on the glass with my ring. She heard and came to the door to
let me in. As she approached the door I could see a big smile on her face and
decided that this could be good.
“Come in.” she said as she held the door for me to walk past her.
…End of the part1. To be continued..
desire1 part3
Tuesday, August 19th, 2008desires. He cluched one of her beautiful long fingers and placed it
into his mout. As he sucked on it she closed her eyes and leaned her
head back. Her long, straight brown hair fell teasingly around her
shoulders.
She withdrew her finger from his mouth and slowly moved it
across his body. He looked down to see her extremely stimulating
red nails and her beautiful, slender fingers unzip his jeans. As she
pulled them away, his raging hard cock sprang up ready to be attended
to.
Ella gasped a shock of suprise as his extremely large cock
came forth from its confines. She teasingly put a few of her fingers
in her mouth as she contemplated how she would please him. His dick
was so large she became excited just looking at it. She immediatly
began to imagine it getting forced into her steamy canal, and her
juices begain to flow freely. She felt it as it spilled out
along her legs and turned her attention to his throbbing cock.
Mike watched as she grasped his dick with her small hand.
It seemed to appear so small in comparison, but he arched his back
at the slightest touch from this woman. He could not believe this
was happening, and because of that, all the stimulation he was
feeling became enhanced tenfold. He could see her hand and her
painted nails working their way along his cock. He shivered and
gasped as she leaned her head over and her hair spilled down
on his naked abdomen. The sensation was overwhelming. Just the feel
of her hair against his skin almost made him cum. He saw her
wet tounge dart out from between her parted lips and lick its
way up his shaft. He jerked as the feeling hit him and uttered a
groan. This all seemed to be happening in slow motion. She flickered
her tounge around his dick teasing him, and herself, to the point
of explosion, and then with one swift movement took him in her
wet mouth.
The explosion of sensation made him spasm with feeling.
It felt so good in her mouth, and he watched as she slowly worked
her mouth up and down his shaft. She could barely fit his steamy
cock in her mouth, and the drool from her saliva was running down
his shaft.
It was so big! As he filled up her mouth she marveled at
the size. There was so much of it that she could not help salivatating
until everything was wet. She tried to use her tounge for further
stimulation, but the was absolutely no room. She tried to take the
full length in her mouth, but almost gagged in doing so. She
rhythmically used her hand and her mouth at the same time, there
was plenty of room for both on his excitingly huge cock. She rocked
her fingers and her mouth back and forth until she felt him
seize up in an arch. ‘He is going to cum!’ She thought as she
frantically picked up the pace on his dick. The thought of his
sensuous hot steamy cum filling her mouth drove her over the edge.
Her eyes snapped open as she continued to furiously suck and pull
on his thich and muscular member. Finally, as he jerked as stuffed
it all the way into the back of her throat he let out a small
scream and the pumping hot seed began to fil up her moth. She
did not stop there and kept going as more and more filled her mouth.
His cock was so big that room ran out in her mouth, and cum
started spilling out from behind her red lips and ran down his length.
She drank as much cum as she could, but there was so much of it!
With a great sigh, she felt him relax, and the cum finally
stopped pumping. She slowly relaxed her grip on his rod and removed
her mouth.
Mike immediatly grabbed Ella and set her down on the couch.
He gasped her slim skirt and began to push it up untill it was hiked
around her tiny waist. Shock registered on his face as he saw the amount
of cum that was already there. She was dripping wet! It looked as if she had
already cum over and over again. He licked the outside of her wet panties
and smiled as he felt her jerk. He slowly slid his hands around her nylon-
covered legs and tightened his grip. With that, he lowered his face into her
wetness and began to work at her with his wet tounge. She thrashed around
and began to wimper at the swirling of his tounge. He slowly sucked her swollen
clit up into his mouth, and her excitement made him hard as a rock. She tasted
good in his mouth, and he buried his whole face in her wet pussy. Her coarse
pubic hairs felt good on his face as he licked harder, becoming more forceful.
Her hands suddenly grasped the back of his head and started rhythmically
grinding her hips into his face. She screamed as her orgasm rocked through her
body and began fiercely and savagly slamming Mikes face in her swollen
wet hole. The amount of cum was stagering, as it dripped off his face and
covered him. He soon felt her body go limp, and drew his face away from her,
watching a thick and long strand of cum reach from his chin to her pussy.
The fire was just rising inside of Ella as she felt his wet and warm
tounge glide ofer her mound. She wanted him to just fuck her with his tounge
because it felt so good. It felt like no other to her, and she didn’t want him
to stop. She never wanted him to stop. She grasped the back of his head running
her fingers through his hair and forcibly shoved his face into her dripping
snatch. God how she loved it. His muscular face and dark eyes working its way
into her. His tounge felt so good inside of her, and she began to fel her
orgasm well up inside of her. She arched her body to the feel of the sex and
slammed his face into her. The orgasm ripped through her leaving her exhausted,
but in thinking of his huge cock thrusting inside of her, she regained energy.
“Fuck me!” She said as she changed positions on the couch. “I don;t
care how big it is. Force it inside of me. Make me hurt. Just fuckin take me!”
She screamed as she cluched the back of the leather couch in wait.
He watched as she spread out before him on the couch. He looked down
at her jet-black heels jutting out from the couch, and up her smooth long legs
to her flawless back and shoulders. He straddled her from behind and took a
firm grip on her shoulders. His long thick cock was pulsating and was hard
as a rock. He slowly brought it up under her, and then with a fierce thrusting
motion, buried it inside of her. He was me with huge spasms as his manhood
filled Ella beyond her wildest dreams. He closed his eyes and let the
sensation of her tight pussy gripping his cock take him away. She dialated
her pussy around his prick, and moved with him to the motions. He began
to thrust it in and out, letting the warm pocket take all of him in.
It felt so good that he never wanted to cum, but he soon began to feel as if
that was inevitable. The warmness that surrounded him took him away as he
began to thrust harder and harder, deeper and deeper. He was smashing her
into the back of the couch with his hard thrusts, and that muffled her screams
of passion. He grabbed her garter straps, and began to pull her into his fuck
as he felt the screaming orgasm well up inside of him. Soon, he knew that he
had to come, so with a strong pump, his load exploded out of him, and shot deep
within her dark confines. She kept grinding her hips back into him, and soon
the sensitive head made him back out of her. As soon as he was out, she slumped
down on the couch, tired from the continuous orgasms that had assulted her
body.
‘Holy Shit!’ She thought as he rammed his thick dick inside of her. It
filled her up to the point of agony. She had never has something so big inside
of her. It stretched her out and the sliding motions made it feel like a red
hot poker sliding in and out of her cunt. It was almost painfull, but she
closed her eyes and turned the pain into intense pleasure. She cryed out as she
felt him pumping against her back. She gripped the couch tightly, and began to
pump her hips into his fuck, trying as hard as she could to get him as deep as
she could inside of her. He smashed her face into the supple leather couch, and
she gasped as she felt him grow even bigger as his orgasm was welling up. She
screamed out as her own orgasm began to flutter, and as she felt the hot cum
splash up inside of her cunt, she let loose and shuddered as an electrifying
orgasm ripped through her body leaving her breathless. Cum was dripping out of
her snatch, and she reached down and rubbed the slimy substance into her,
sliding a long finger inside of her. She then slumped down against the couch
and rested, and he fell on top of her, breathing heavily.
–
desire1 part2
Monday, August 18th, 2008and walked into her office behind her.
As Ms. Sanders walked around behind him to close the door,
he noticed that the room seemed strange and alien to him. He
thought that it was probably just the gloom outside, but he
still couldn’t help to notice just how dark it seemed in the room.
Even stranger then that, he heard the click of a locking door
behind him and whirled around to see Ms. Sanders walking away from
it. He immediatly made eye contact with her and dropped his
gaze as he was immediatly met with her cold penetant stare. He felt
ashamed for his childish thinking thast because she had locked the
door it had meant anything. He mentally kicked himself for thinking
in that way and walked over to the long black leather couch and
sat down quite heavily. He then manuvered into a laying position
and crossed his hand on his chest. He looked over to the side of
him and saw Ms. Sanders gathering some papers from her desk.
He couldn’t help but to admire her. He looked at her sleek and long
legs wrapped so comfortably in sheer black nylons. She was actually
not very tall, but with help from her shiny black heels she stood
at an impressive hight. He gazed at her legs and the blackness
that they dissapeared into working under her black skirt. That too
hugged her body and showed off every curve that she possesed, which
was enough to make the mind reel. He rested his head back onto
the couch and waited for their session to begin.
He heard her as she walked back over to him, and slid over
a chair for her to sit on. He turned his head just in time to watch
her sit down right next to him facing him. Her beautiful legs were
so close to his face that he could see a small birthmark just on
the other side of the shadow which dissapeared further up her
legs. He heard the sound of sheer nylons rubbing together as she
started moving her leg up to cross it. As she crossed her legs, in
the rush of air, he could have sworn he had smelled some of her sex!
His groin stirred a bit as this concept crossed his mind, but then
he quickly put it out of his thought. She had the most sensuous
legs he had ever seen and they were accented even more with the
smooth black nylons that she always wore. He leaned his head back
started his bimonthly sexual whirlwind.
Just looking at him laying on the smooth black leather couch
was starting to arouse Ella to the point of no return. How much
she yearned to reach out and touch his muscular body, and to
touch every part of him, leaving no area untouched. As she
looked at him she indeed started to get wet and the sense of
passion eminating from between her legs was getting out of hand.
She wanted to slowly slide her fingers around his muscular member
and show him how much she wanted, but she continued to strain
against her passion. He had the best body of any man she had ever
seen. Hints of muscle peeked out around his shirt and waist
tapered down from his muscular chest. She tried to stop thinking
of him, but her thoughts were out of control. She pictured him
taking her, and driving it in deep, and as these thoughts consumed
her mind, she felt herself loosing control. Small beads of sweat
started appearing on her forehead. Finally after straining and
fighting, she let herself free to her desires, and let herself go.
“Mike,” She said after she sat down, “This session will be
a little diffrent today. I’m going to tell you a few things about
myself.”
Mike watched as she spoke. She seemed nervous as she played
with her lower lip with her long red nails. She was even sweating.
As she continued to speak, the air seemed to change. The
atmosphere was diffrent. She was showing him emotion and was
actually nervous. This was a first for her and Mike watched
her struggle in meek suprise.
“Well…. Uh…. I mean…. I mean let me show you a few
things about myself.”
Her hand left her face and placed itself on Mikes face. She
started to caress his stong face with her hands. She ran one finger
around his mouth and then plunged it into his mout. Mike was suprised
at first, but then after it registered he started to suck and dart
his toung around her finger. He could feel her long, and hard nail
inside his mouth, probing and prodding. He could feel all his blood
rush to his now hard cock and he felt himself go with passionate
…End of the part2. To be continued..
desire1
Sunday, August 17th, 2008Archive-author:
Archive-title: Desire
PT 1
As Mike slowly walked down the glistning wet city street
thoughts of his psychiatrist probed his mind. He had been going to the
same psychiatrist for almost a year now and his bimonthly hour
of sexual bliss was about to begin. No, he had never touched her
or had any contact with her of any kind, she was much to cold
for that, but his fantasies were fueled from these sessions.
You might say that Mike was obsessed. She was a cold, cold woman,
who had never shown any signs of emotions towards him, but in
that he did not blame her because sex with clients was strictly
taboo. He could accept that, so she lived only in his
fantasies which were fueled intensly 2 times a month.
He imagined in his head her distincted jawline which
never twiched, nor smiled, and her dark eyes which showed absolutely
no emotion whatsoever. Yes she was very cold, very unobtainable,
and in that she was so beautiful.
As he walked down the wet street, the dampness of the
pavement brought a familiar smell to his nose. He liked the rain.
The sounds of cars splashing down the pavement all greeted his sences
and created the dark mood of gloom that he was in. He seemed to always
be depressed and nothing ever seemed to matter. He stared at his
feet as he approached the large office building, and with a deep
breath pulled the large glass door open and went inside.
Ella looked at her watch and took off her glasses.
It was almost time for her appointment with Mike, and she would
need to prepare. Unknown to him was the fact that the whole
time she had been counseling him, she had found herself becoming
more and more atracted to him. On several occasions she had found
herself getting damp from the smooth sound of his voice and his
smooth looks. In her profession, sex with clients was strictly
forbidden, but as time went on she had found it harder and harder
to supress her emotions. She was finally at that breaking point
and she feared that she had lost control; something that she prided
herself on. As she slowly closed the blinds thoughts of the few times
she had reached out and touched him crossed through her mind. Every
touch she had ever placed had been always met with a think knot
of corded muscle. As she glanced one more time outside at the rain,
a wave of want passed over her. She found herself already getting
wet.
Mike pushed through the glass door that led into Ms.
Sanders office. He walked up to the receptionist and checked in.
He looked down through the glass tabletop that made up the
receptionist’s desk. As always, she was wearing a skimpy skirt
that rode up her legs when she sat. Soft white nylons hugged her
legs and supple white leather pumps adorned her outfit. Mike
wondered to himself about how much she got hit on, but then
decided that she must have liked it because of the suggestive
way she dressed. She looked up at him and gave him a warm smile.
“Ms. Sanders will be right with you.” She said through
pouty red lips, and gave him another big smile.
Mike said thanks and then sat down and fumbled with a
magazine. He was nervous as hell. He always seemed to be before
his sessions with Ms. Sanders. His heart thumped in his chest and
he waited in anticipation for his time with her.
Suddenly, as he heard the all to familiar clicking of her
heels on the tile, he stood up straight and put his magazine down.
She came around the corner and he immediatly fell in behind her
to follow her back to her office. His sexual bliss was starting
to roll into motion starting with the click of her heels on the
ground. There was just something about the way that sounded.
Mabey it was the fact that that sound reminded him of how good
she looked with heels and the short skirted buisness suits
she always wore. He looked at her soft brown hair and her
supple skin and yearned to touch and feel her. He wanted to
become drunk with her feel and touch her everywhere. He sighed
…End of the part1. To be continued..
