Change of Plans

Yesterday was Hubby's birthday and my plan was to offer him a birthday blow job after his birthday dinner and after Little Tomkat was in bed.

We came home from dinner and I turned on Sons of Anarchy, which always puts me in a naughty mood.  I think it's because I can't resist watching the overdose of uncontrolled testosterone. And what woman wouldn't want to fuck Jax Teller (Charlie Hunnam) and Nero (Jimmy Smits)?

Anyway, I put the little guy to bed and decided to jump in the shower. It's never a bad idea to be prepared (clean and shaved) in case the birthday blow job turns into something more, right?

I turned on the hot water so it would warm up while I undressed. Shedding the clothes felt unexpectedly good. Maybe it was the feeling of being unbound, free. Maybe it was my libido expressing itself through the reaction to the cool air on my skin.

I stepped in the shower and under the stream of hot water. I love hot showers.  Very hot. Hubby and I quit taking showers together very early in our relationship because he can't stand the heat. What a shame.

 As the water flowed over my hair, face, breasts, and back, I exhaled slowly. The stress of the day washed away quickly and I felt relaxed, free, loved - and the image of SNS Guy popped into my head.

I imagined him kissing me deeply as I grabbed the soap, and then I felt his hands on me, washing me, caressing me. I slid a hand between my legs and caught my breath as I touched my clit which was swollen and sensitive. I leaned back against the wall and touched myself with one hand, pinching a nipple with the other hand. I could see him smiling at me as he flicked my clit, making me start to shudder.

I reached up quickly and grabbed my waterproof vibrator from the shelf. I lifted one foot up onto the stool in the shower and slid the vibrator inside me, still rubbing my clit. I moved it slowly in and out of my cunt, rocking against it, wanting more. I could feel him biting my neck as he fucked me. My foot on the stool was really wrapped around him, pulling him to me, trying to press him deeper into me. He responded by fucking me harder.

I came hard.  Very hard. He kept working my clit and pressing his cock into me until my orgasm subsided. I kissed him again and tried to keep him with me, knowing that he'd be gone when I opened my eyes which I avoided.  I finished my shower with him.  He washed my hair very sensually. Then he carefully soaped me all over with his deft hands. As he washed my pussy, he playfully  threatened to play with me some more, but he laughed and moved on.  When it was time to finish up, I pulled him to me and kissed him passionately.

Finally, I let go and opened my eyes. I was met with a pang of sadness that caused me to burst into tears. God, I missed him. I missed his physical presence. I missed his touch and his kiss.

But there was nothing to be done about that, at least not now. I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, wiping away my tears with the rest of the water and my moment with him.

A few minutes later I made it into the bedroom and Hubby was fast asleep, wearing about five layers of pajamas and other clothing as if we lived in Michigan rather than California.  I decided not to wake him for his birthday blow job.  That could wait for another day.

I turned off the light and climbed into bed. I closed my eyes and brought SNS Guy back to me. He wrapped his arms around  me and and I curled up next to him. I drifted off to sleep with him, feeling safe, happy, and content.

This change of plans worked out just fine.

Occupational Hazard

Well you're in for a treat! This is one of those rare moments when a mistake results in something good! I have put a fair amount of effort in keeping my identity private, mom would be a little shocked after all, but *poof* just like that my cover was blown when one day in a rush I sent an email from the wrong account. Lucky for me it was isolated. Even more lucky for me they liked what they found. AND lucky for you one of them wanted to contribute! My friend, Dusky Dawn, has written a delicious little fantasy. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

-DauntlessD

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Excitement coursed through my body like surges of white-hot, sensual lightning. The raw power of passion and intrigue had my every nerve feeling raw and exposed. I felt as though any casual observer could see the sparks of desire flying off my skin as if I were from some B-rate sci-fi movie. I had long fantasized about this moment, played it out a million ways in the privacy of my mind, and now it was finally happening and my head was spinning, trying to keep up. I wanted to “be” in the moment, to savor every touch, every new sensation, but I also wanted to commit every second to memory to be lingered over later; indulged in over and over. Who knew if I would ever stumble upon this once in a lifetime opportunity ever again? As the saying goes, “lightning only strikes once,” or some such thing.

I reflected back on where this began. I was in my massage room, where I spent the better part of each day as a Massage Therapist. The candlelight flickered, dancing on the walls in an erotic peach glow. The music quietly wove its way into my conscience, teasing my senses and eliciting an undercurrent of romance and sweetness where previously had only been the carnal, sexual energy of base, primal urges as old as time itself. The scents of lavender and Arnica, thick and heady, beguiled my senses as I warmed the oil in my heated palms. The client on my table could have been anyone. She, face-down and unaware of the sexual tension threatening to boil over in me at any moment, was in her own blissful world of relaxation and not a part of my equation in any way. And yet, as much as she personally did not contribute to my sexual effervescence, her body was a conduit for my roiling thoughts. As I ran my warmed, oiled hands down the length of her olive-skinned, tight, toned body, my thoughts ran to the events that had taken place the previous evening.

It started out innocently enough. As we did many nights, my friend Jenna and I stopped by our friend Scott’s for drinks after work. We had each dated him at one time or another; somehow we all managed to remain friends in spite of it. Eventually, several drinks into the evening, we made our way out to the hot tub. The summer night was full of promise and intrigue; the stars winked their approval overhead. As we sat, laughing, drinks in hand, Scott began to run his foot up my long, smooth leg. I chanced a look at him from beneath lowered lashes, and then quickly sneaked a look at Jenna. She was unaware of what he was doing under cover of darkness and water. His foot was now stroking my inner thigh. “Scott!” Jenna squealed. Apparently she was receiving the same treatment. Emboldened by a mixture of liquid courage and the intoxicating scent of night-blooming jasmine hanging thickly in the balmy summer air, I moved over to Jenna’s side of the hot tub. Looking Scott dead in the face, I leaned in and began to kiss Jenna. Although caught off-guard, she kissed me back, her wet hand sliding up my neck and finding its way into my long, dark hair. I watched as Scott froze in place – shocked and more than a little turned on. His face, now looking a bit pained, drained of all color. I made sure he could see my tongue tracing the shape of Jenna’s lower lip, and slowly I pulled the purple triangle of her bikini top aside to reveal a very full, perfectly shaped, perky breast graced with a dark pink, hard nipple. I grazed her nipple with my long, French-manicured nails, and measured the weight of that beautiful breast in my hand.

I heard a low moan and the sound brought me back from my reverie. My hands were methodically kneading the tension away from my client’s tight shoulders, and I realized that her sounds of pleasure and release had been cleverly intertwined in my thoughts. As my oiled, talented hands moved down to the gentle slope of her low back, which curved into her magnificently rounded ass, my thoughts slipped back to the kiss I had shared with my friend Jenna.

Jenna and I had never talked in advance about what we were now doing. Later, we discovered we had each had our own fantasies, and in this moment, we were experimenting with something we had only done in our dreams. Jenna’s mouth trailed hot kisses against my cool, wet skin, making it’s way to my breasts. She pulled aside my bathing suit top and greedily took my cold, hard nipple into her hot mouth. My head fell back in ecstasy. My eyes involuntarily fluttered closed. Her hand closed over my other bared breast. ”Quite a hand full,” she giggled sexily. I felt warm breath against my neck. Scott’s stubble from a day’s growth was teasing my skin as he began to kiss behind my ear and down my exposed throat. I fought for a coherent thought. When did he make his way over from his previously voyeuristic position, I hazily wondered. Jenna’s hand had made it’s way south. She gently teased the apex of my thighs, applying slight pressure to my clit through my suit. My back arched, pressing my mound into her willing hand. The sensations I was experiencing were building so fast I felt as if I was cresting the top of a mile-high roller coaster. As Jenna slipped her fingers past my suit and into the slick folds of my eager pussy, I heard another groan, realizing this time it was me. My hand flailed, grasping for purchase, finding the side of the hot tub, as Jenna’s fingers slid in and out of me. I was pulsing, aching for release. Scott moved closer to me, pressing his bucking cock against my thigh. My hand slid into the water, and as if by memory, wrapped around him and began to remind him of my many skills. Jenna whispered throatily in my ear, “I love how you shave your pussy....it’s ssssoooo smooth.”

Scott changed positions again, now sitting on the edge of the hot tub, his legs spread, feet resting on the step below. I shifted so that I was between his legs, and Jenna was behind me. I lowered my lips onto his cock, taking him deep in my mouth. He groaned, unable to contain himself. His hands were on my breasts, expertly rolling my nipples between his fingers. Jenna continued her ministrations to my pussy. Suddenly, she squeezed the underside of my ass cheek, near my pussy with her other hand. This was my undoing. With my mouth full, I groaned deep in my throat, a low, guttural release, as over the edge I went, pulsing throbbing, every muscle in my body spasming in glorious release. Simultaneously, Scott moaned, pulsing, releasing into my mouth his hot juices.

“Ohhhh yeaaaaah!” My petite little massage client murmured, stretching like a cat waking from a nap. “THAT was incredible!” She exclaimed. “You always know exactly what I need. That’s why I only come for...I mean, TO, you,” she said, a bit sheepishly. “I will DEFINITELY be back next week!”

And I, will try to focus more on you next time, I thought guiltily to myself.

Restless

Things are a lot better at home with Hubby.  Heck, even the sex is a lot better. But I'm still restless.

Just as my lover could never replace Hubby, Hubby can never replace him.

I curl up on the couch and close my eyes, pretending to be taking a nap, and I see him standing in front of me. He doesn't have a shirt on and the sight of his bare chest takes my breath away.  I reach up and touch him, sliding my hands slowly up over his abs and chest, then standing to keep moving upward to touch his shoulders. I kiss my way up his body, finally lingering at his neck as I curl my arms around him.  I feel him slide his arms around me and pull me closer. I look up at him and he kisses me.

I'm aware of my husband in the room, and I know I should not indulge this fantasy. At least not now.

But I can't help it. My thoughts of stepping back into my life in the here and now evaporate with the feel of my robe sliding off over my shoulders. He keeps kissing me deeply as he leans me back onto the coach, holding me firmly so I don't fall.

He climbs on top of me and I instinctively wrap my legs around him and pull him closer.  He reaches down and smoothly slides his pants off, letting his hard cock escape. It rubs against my pussy as he shakes his pants off his legs, first one, then the other. I was already moist, but now I'm wet, fully ready for him, waiting for him to take me, needing him to take me. I moan into our kiss.

I wish I could express how much I want him, how much I ache when we're apart, how much I need him, but I can't say anything.  I just surrender.  I know he can feel it.  I know that's what he wants.

I can't stand it anymore, and I'm afraid I'll start moving in a way that will give away what I'm thinking about, so I get up off the couch and head to another room at the back of the house where my husband and kids won't interrupt me, at least for a few minutes.  As I close the door behind me, I lean my back against it and reach between my legs, touching myself. I close my eyes again just in time for my lover to roughly turn me around so I'm facing the door, kick my legs apart, and enter me from behind.

I push back against him, wanting more and more of him. He grabs my hair firmly and pulls my head back so he can whisper in my ear.

"Who do you belong to?" he says.

"You," I reply, knowing there is no other response.  I am his.

He fucks me hard.  I moan, wanting to come, but knowing I need to wait. He knows I won't come without his permission, and he toys with me - slowing down, changing the rhythm, alternating between shallow fast stroke and deep, hard pounding ones. Finally, I start to shake.  I tell myself, "No!" trying to stop it, and then I realize I've said it out loud.

He yanks my hair harder and groans through his teeth as pounds me as hard as he can, "No?!? No?!!!?"

I try to say, "I didn't mean that," but my climax hits hard and it comes out between my moans as something like, "I...didn't....not that....no..."

I hear him whispering to me again, "That's it, Baby, come for me.  Let it go."

I'm still shaking as he drives his cock deeply into me a final time and holds it. Then he shudders, too, pushing me up against the door harder.

Neither of us moves or says anything for a long time.  He kisses my neck.  I purr gratefully with satisfaction.

I finally open my eyes and he's gone.  I'm leaning against the door in my sewing room, panting, shaking. My hand is drenched. I think about what he would tell me to do, and I lick my hand, sucking my wetness off my fingers.

After taking a moment to collect myself, I leave the room and go to the bathroom to wash my hands. Then I go back into the living room where my husband and the kids are working on a puzzle. I sit back down on the couch and reach for my Kindle.

I start to read, but my mind begins to drift.  My eyes close, and he's here again, taking my Kindle, setting it aside, and reaching for me.......

Commanding Foreplay - Fantasy

The waiter leads you to a quiet table. "Here you are miss. Can I get you something to drink?", he asks.

"Just water for right now. Thank-you." You seat yourself and push the draping tablecloth off your lap.

"Shall I bring water for the gentleman you're expecting?"

"Yes please." The waiter strides away. You smile as you remember the recent telephone conversation.

"Hey gorgeous, you up for a little fun?"

"Fun? What kind of fun?"

"A quiet dinner and oh... just something I've been bouncing around in my head. It's pretty simple really, but I don't want to give it away. All you have to do is show up and do as I ask."

"That's it?"

"Yup, that's it."

You shake your head and wonder what he's up to this time. As you cross your legs and adjust your skirt you see the toe of a shoe arrive near the table. Gazing upward you find his warm easy smile looking down at you.

"Every time I see you", he says, "I'm reminded why I call you gorgeous, it's... simply what you are." You feel your cheeks redden as he places a warm hand on your bare knee and leans down for a quick hello kiss. A delightful shiver runs through you. He takes the seat across from you.

Studying his face you find yourself amused by his expression, he appears thoughtful and quite pleased with himself. Giving him a sideways look you ask, "Okay, what's on your mind?"

His smile broadens. "Well, I'm just wondering if this is going to work."

"That what is going to work?"

His face becomes serious. With the crack of command, his voice is stern, eyes flat he says, "Your panties. Give them to me. Now."

You jump with an adrenalin jolt of fear. Off balance your jaw falls open. He's not serious. He can't be serious. In stunned silence you work to sort through the spaghetti of thoughts and sensations that race through you. The shock fades, but your mind is still struggling to process. Why? You're surprised at the answer. Arousal. You're flushed and your pussy is hot.

Still looking at his face you see his eyebrows rise. Oh god, I told him I would do as he asked and it is becoming clear he is quite serious. Now, he said. Now. Heart pounding you scan area around you. You kick off your shoes, then face reddening, unable to meet his gaze, hike up your skirt and shimmy out of your panties as quickly as possible. His open hand slides across the table. In a tight ball you push the panties into his hand.

"Thank-you gorgeous", he says drawing your gaze back to him. His warm easy smile has returned and suddenly you find your face tight with your own wide grin. A sense of accomplishment and exhilaration washes through you. You watch as he tucks your panties into his breast pocket. They look like a handkerchief... sort of... Your fingers jump to your lips to suppress a giggle.

The waiter returns. Your face flushes anew and your eyes flash back to the panties.

"Can I get you some drinks?", asks the waiter.

A fog is settling over your mind. The sultry heat of your ever wettening cunt. The cool texture of the seat on your bare bottom. As if from a distance you hear, "Can we go for a quick walk out back before we order?"

"The restaurant is not too busy this evening so that shouldn't be a problem", the waiter replies.

"Well?"

Through glazed eyes you look up. He's standing next to you hand extended. You take his hand and allow him to help you up. A new sensation is pushed upon you. Cool air graces over your pussy in a rush. You close your eyes and lean on his hand for support; even the ruffle of your pubic hair was felt.

Holding your hand he leads you out to the back patio of the restaurant and arrive at a railing overlooking the river.

Closing your eyes you enjoy the light breeze on you face, the evening air is warm and the lights are beginning to twinkle in the fading light. His arms are on either side of you gripping the railing, you can feel him close behind you. His arms encircle you and your struck with how comfortable you feel. Safe.

His hands begin to explore your body. Your heart begins to beat faster. Quietly, the noise of restaurant activity is behind; the tinkling of glasses and silverware, voices that can be heard but not understood. His hand begins to slide down your belly, over your skirt, and up your thigh. Anxiety blooms when you realize where it's going.

You hear your own voice in an urgent, meek whisper. "No. No, someone could see." You try to push back from the railing only to feel his strength and arousal against you.

"Oh no you don't. I've missed you and I'll have my way." His voice is husky and hot at your ear.

You find your body responding and the little resolve you had quickly melts beneath its heat. You stifle a moan before it escapes your throat. It's lights on, you notice a boat gliding down the river and see several faces looking your direction.

Trembling, your knees gently shake. The tension builds and grows tighter like a coiled spring. You feel yourself stiffen and hear your own short ragged pants. Then your sagging into his strong arms. You feel his kiss on your neck.

"Mmmm... Yes it seems you are up for some fun", he rumbles.

It's going to be an interesting night.

Fantasy Friday by SomewhereMan - Gulf Coast Yacht

Another awesome contribution by SomewhereMan. Be sure to check out his blog!

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I always liked to describe a day like this as 'Mississippi Hot'.

"And, please, get me just below the shoulder blades, luv," I begged of you.  "That's where I always seem to get burned."

You laughed and kissed my neck before rubbing a dab of sunscreen on my back.  "Maybe if I wouldn't be ripping your clothes off all the time, we wouldn't have to worry about this.  You nervous?"

"About ripping my clothes off?" I asked, looking into your eyes as the Mississippi sun beat down on us.

She giggled.  "Dork."

At the tip of Bay St. Louis, the breeze off the Gulf of Mexico cut through us. 

I took in another glance at your beauty, as you are in a white t-shirt, without sleeves but with a woman's cut to put your perfect body. You had bought a purple and white bikini but had refused to show it to me until we were in the middle of their rather bold plans for the afternoon.

"And this is where I get to shell out the cash, I see," I said as we approached a marina.  For the low, low price of $575, we would rent a small yacht and spent their afternoon out, on the tip of the Gulf of Mexico, away from people and in-touch with our own desires.

*****

"And, here is how this is gonna work," this mid-twenties young man with a tan the color of a saddle bag instructed.  He kept a bluetooth to my ear, pressing the transmitter.  "We're heading out now.  Follow me."

I was down to my red swimming trunks, plain and with a string up front, different than the aloha prints that I had worn for 15 years.  Amazing what reading GQ again and dating a sexy woman could do for a guy's fashion sense again.  I stole another glance at you, ready to see your new purple and white bikini and, especially, ready to get my hands in there and make your feel incredible. 

Incredibly tingly.

"Some of the ground rules," the guide instructed as we broke away from the harbor.  "I'll get us about a mile off the shore and then get y'all planted out there.  Carl, back 'der in 'da boat will cruise out, pick me up.  You'll have four hours to do whatever you want out here."

He handed me a sheet of paper.

"My cell phone number is on there.  Please stay in touch when it's time for me to come on out and get you.  Program it in there now if you run into any distress."

"Sure thing," I said, trying to sound like I knew what I was doing on a boat.

"Don't mind if I mention this as well, since you're a couple 'n all," the guide said, lifting his sunglasses over his eyes.  "If y'all are gonna be fuckin' in the Gulf, that's cool.  That's why I can charge what we charge to rent a boat for four hours.  Just know that the Coast Guard patrols and they can see almost anything from up to a half-mile away.  Just a heads up."

Fifteen minutes of riding the waves followed, with this guide named Chet helping steer the S.S. Yellowbird to a place where we could have some privacy.  

Yet both of us were preoccupied with the moment Chet would hop onto a speedboat and whisk himself away, so we would have a glorious session of hot lovemaking, bouncing on the waters of the Gulf of Mexico...

An engine-powered boat pulled up along the yacht, just as the waves swayed us gently and Chet shook hands and said my goodbyes, disappearing into the horizon, back to the shore.

You grabbed my hand and held me close, our bodies now glistening, almost like the water off the ocean.

"Where were we again?" I asked, tasting your soft lips and squeezing the small of your back.  I always loved how you felt in my arms.  I told you that you had the perfect body and that I was always so turned on around you.  

You never let me tell you otherwise.  :)

With our eyes closed, the kissing intensified as hands started running all over each other.  Tacky as ever, I wore a t-shirt from a Bail Bonds place back in Iowa.  you ran your hands under my navy t-shirt, under the back where it blared out, 'You Ring, We Spring!', sneaking a steal of my waist and my new, red swim shorts.

I could feel the outline of your new bikini, just screaming to get out.  I slipped a finger or two under the neckline in your white t-shirt, feeling you catch a quick breath at the anticipation of my touch.

"Let's just keep standing up," you suggested, even as a wave nearly made us both stumble. 

"For now," I smiled back.  I looked at the black, shiny Umbro shorts that you wore as a cover, largely to prevent me from seeing this bikini I had fantasized about for weeks.  Now was the time for that to all go away and for me to take in your bold and sexy beauty.

With my hands now running under the white shirt, I lifted the shirt up and finally got a look at your bikini, as I caressed the sides of your breasts.  Mmmmmmm.  White and purple.

Standing on the back of the yacht, I turn you around, cupping your breasts and reaching down to help slip off your black workout shorts, sliding the slick shorts own to your feet.  I glanced up to take in your firm, tight ass, covered only by the bikini bottoms.

As I always had done, I took a long look at you, still shocked that a woman as beautiful, stunning and passionate wanted to spend time with a guy like me.

Wow, I thought.  

Now you are reaching to peel off my clothes, throwing my navy t-shirt into the shaded deck, where my clothes were piling up.  You dig your hands inside my shorts, feeling my muscular butt and giving it a gentle squeeze.

I kissed your neck, slipping a hand inside your hot purple and white top, pinching your right nipple softly.  Touching your breast only made me even harder as your hands were now starting to explore the waistband in my shorts, reaching down to gently touch the trimmed hair that surrounded my ever-growing bulge.

*******

"I want you now," you moaned into my ear, more of a whisper even though we couldn't see a person anywhere near us.  Only fish, waves and sunshine out here.

You stroked my hardening cock, through the red suit as I reached down and tested out your bikini bottoms to see how wet you are.  I guided a willing finger over your love mound, over to discover it was completely bare.  

Nothing.  Not even a tinge of hair.

This stirred my mind.  You had a beautiful, perfect area "down there".  Wanting to see what this was about, my fingers grabbed onto the sides of your bikini - the lovely purple and white, of course - and guided the bikini bottoms to your feet.  I looked up to see you were fully shaved now.

"Just for me?" I asked.

You guided a finger on top of your clit, because she could, and smiled.  "Just wanted to mix it up a little.  You never seem to mind it down there any."

"No, I never do..."

I guided your onto the seated area, which was pretty hot, given the exposure to the sun.  I put my t-shirt down for you to sit on so that your hot little ass wouldn't get all burned.  

Feeling the sun beating down on my shoulders and back, I leaned in to kiss your bare and tasty pussy.  As I expected, it tasted like honey, the grooves and folds of skin like a welcome bounty to my twirling and tickling tongue.  I grabbed your breasts as you unhooked the top of your bikini, putting the top on the back of my neck.

You smelled incredible.  I couldn't describe what the scent was but the combination of your fragrance and your natural scent from being excited drove me wild.

With my tongue running circles on your sensitive clit, I run an index finger...and then two fingers inside of you.  I felt your perfect pussy wrap itself all around my caring and exploring fingers.  your breathing stopped and started at the sensation.

I licked all over your down there, as my fingers slid in and out of your wet pussy.  I licked your clit and then ran a thumb all over it before I moved my tongue further south to lick your ass.  Twisting my head, I made eye contact with you, as you had ditched your sunglasses so you could look back into my eyes.

This was so hot... so hott with two t's.  You bit your bottom lip as we both wished this moment could last forever.

"I want your cock inside of me," you insisted.  "Is it ready?"

"More than ready, luv.  You make me so, so, so hot."

"I can tell," she said, unwrapping my full-size cock from the constraints of the red (and very, very stylish) swim shorts.  

"Let's go up here."  I guided you to the front of the yacht, the spot where there is an open space between the railing.

"A little walk on the wild side.  THIS is bold, my love."

I helped lead your beautiful body to the hot, light part of the boat, your head inching near the edge of the boat.  Your opened your moist legs, ready for my hard cock to enter.

"I can't wait to lick it," you said, "but I'll taste you after you've been inside of me."  You played with your sensitive clit as I stroked myself to reach maximum size.

I guided my throbbing head just inside of your beautiful pussy lips, pushing in slowly but realizing that you were so wet...and tight...and hot.

"OOOOOOHHHHHH," you sighed, taking in every inch, every half-inch, of my dick.

You grabbed at my hips while I held onto your waist, the light waves of the ocean also serving as a guide to sway us.  I looked around for the Coast Guard.

Nope.

Still all alone.  

Thrusting away, now at a faster pace, I lick my thumb and place it on your clit.  Now we both could feel your climax building up.  

I looked down at your perfect body, with me deep inside of you.  My mind was fully locked in on pleasuring you.  No phone calls.  No distractions.  No breakers knocking waves all over the boat.

The buildup was already filling my hard cock.  You started pawing at my ass, scratching it as the passion filled your tight and wet body.

"Don't stop, baby," you yelled.  "Keep rubbing there."

I kept up the pace, feeling your grab at my cock with each thrust.  A perfect fit -- fitting for our perfect lovemaking on this steamy afternoon.

You couldn't hold off any longer as you looked into my eyes, took your hands off my ass and started slapping the front of the boat.  A run of waves only intensified our feelings as the climax - so anticipated for your - enraptured your gorgeous body.

"OOOOOHHHHHHH," you cooed at your moment of sweet release.

I slowed down so you could savor each sensation, every touch.  I leaned down to kiss you, our tongues meshing with passion.

I held you, tight, for another minute, still hard inside of you.  

"Now, your turn to come," you said.  I got up and sat on the same seat that, minutes before, I had pleasured your with my tongue along your welcoming pussy lips.  "I'm ready to ride you."

With my pole just shooting straight up, you said down on my cock, your hands connecting and our eyes locked into each other's eyes...

Now the buildup wouldn't last much longer for me.  You were so beautiful, your pussy bobbing up and down on my cock.  I stole a glance at that -- still blown away that a woman like you wanted to make love to me -- on this boat in the middle of the Gulf.  You reached down to kiss me, driving me crazy and leading me to the brink of my orgasm.

"I'm about to come, luv... in a few seconds," I whispered.

"Let me taste it," you said.

You hopped off my hard cock and dropped to your knees, stroking my cock with one hand and cupping my balls with the other. 

I felt the explosion coming and looked right into your eyes.  Your smile and your eyes said, I love loving you.  Especially at this moment.

Feeling totally comfortable in your arms, I shot my first load way into the Mississippi sky, landing somewhere in the boat.   You covered my exploding cock with your mouth as I emptied out, the come dripping off your lips as we both giggled.

You gave my cock a gentle squeeze and stood up to kiss my lips, our tongues clashing once again after this moment of True Tingly.

"What do you want to do now?" you said.

"We've got three hours left, Beautiful.  Let's take a nap...and do it one more time..."

"You're so sexy.  I'm so lucky."

"No, I'm the lucky one..."

*****

America's Favorite Pastime - Part 2

If you yet read Part 1 of America's Favorite Pastime, by SomewhereMan, do yourself a favor and read it.  Then enjoy Part 2....

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"These cookies are really good," Kat said, now in the ninth inning, nearly two hours after their encounter in the suite for the garbage company.

They were still able to walk out, undetected, once they got their clothes back on and their blood was redistributed properly throughout their passion-laden and sweaty bodies.

"Are we just going to go home now?" Kat asked, with a voice full of disappointment.

Clark looked around the press box, as most of the writers had already made the long elevator ride to the locker room for the post-game interviews.  That was out for a possibility but Clark still had ideas.  He always had ideas.

Of course, it would help if he asked someone where the damn elevators were.

Another easy save for the Giants, a 5-2 win over Pittsburgh as the final 13 or 14 media members filed out of the press box, leaving Clark and Kat behind, with only the team PR people, stats workers and dining room attendants left.  Another mellow Tuesday night in a press box.

"Let's go," Clark announced.  "But we're not going home."

"Okay.  Surprise me."

They gathered the still useless camera and laptop bags and followed two fat guys who just screamed "newspaper men".  The men looked like they knew were they were going and, sure enough, they went right to the elevator. 

Within sixty seconds, the elevator opened, leaving Kat and Clark in the bowels of AT&T Park.

"Want to see the clubhouse?" Clark asked.

"You have anything better in mind?" Kat asked, resisting the urge to grab his ass while smiling at him.

"Actually...I do."  The Giants' locker room was to their right.  Instead, Clark went to the left.  "This is Pittsburgh.  It'll be deserted over there.  Trust me on this."

Clark explored this concrete tunnel and, at the end of it, spotted a couple of the Pirates stepping on the hard floor, the sound of their cleats booming through the tunnel.

He stopped, just shy of the Pirates' locker room.  "See?  It's deserted.  No media.  Little security.  Follow me.  Look like a professional."

"Oh, whatever," Kat said, giggling and rolling her stunning blue eyes.

A long tunnel awaited, about twenty yards from the Pirates locker room to the playing field itself. 

Clark took the lead, hopping up the steps at the end of the tunnel, into the Pittsburgh dugout.  Baseball dugouts are fairly nasty, with shells and tobacco spit all over.  Even if Kat loved getting fucked from behind, they needed a cleaner place than this.

"What's in here?" Clark asked, stepping back down the stairs to a supply room.  He opened the door and turned on a light.  Towels.  Bats.  Bags. 

Perfect.

"Pirates aren't leaving until tomorrow.  We should be okay... just don't take too long, Beautiful Kat."

Kat nodded, loving the fact that clean white shower towels filled the room amid the extra bats.  Without being prompted, she undid her jeans and even pulled her black top off. 

"May as well go all the way," Kat said, laughing.  "Come on, Clark, don't be shy.  If I'm buck, you should be, too.  We don't have much time!"

Kat took a finger to play with herself as Clark got out of his clothes as fast as he good, hopping on one foot to get his size 15 feet out of the bottom of the jeans.

She made a makeshift "landing spot" for her hands with the towels.

"Inside of me, now... I want you now!"

Clark stroked himself a little more to full size and he was ready for her.  They didn't have much time as this was now, officially, high-risk.  Seeing her beautiful ass as Kat spread her sweet cheeks apart for him made him stay so hard.

He eased into her wet pussy, sliding in slowly, at first, until the tip of his cock reached the back walls of her ready and moist cavity.

In...and out...

Kat bucked with each thrust, swiveling her hips.  "That's SO GOOD!" she moaned between her short breaths now that Clark was filling her with his passion.

Holding on tight to her hips, Clark looks down as his cock would slide in and now he swirled his around her pussy while slipping a finger down to reach her hot clit. 

"Keep doing that," Kat sighed.  "Don't stop."

Two hours since their last encounter in the suite, Clark's cock has fully reloaded.  His eventual and building explosion wouldn't be a tidal wave but it would be even more satisfying because of the mind-blowing woman who wanted nothing more than to fuck him at a Giants game.

A Giants game. 

Seriously.

They heard footsteps...cleats just a few feet away.  Clark pulled out, taking three steps to shut the door to the tunnel that led to the Pittsburgh dugout. 

"Where was I?" Clark mumbled as he put his cock back inside of her.  "Oh, that's right... right here."

By now, Kat has rested her head on the towels, shooting her ass a little higher into the air.  Clark knew she loved doing this -- loved any hot sex from behind as she felt him slapping against her while inside of her, his balls touching her delicate and, now, well-worn clit with each stroke.

Clark looked down at Kat's hands, now clutching the white towels.  Neither of them had much longer before their second hard climaxes of the game.

He closed his eyes, thinking of how lucky he was to have met this Czarina of Hot Blogging, the Beauty of Northern California.  What a lucky man he was.

"OOOH! I'm there!" Kat screamed, as if the climax had kind of snuck up on her and, especially, on him.  Clark felt his cock have a little less room to move as Kat's body exploded with love and passion overflowing throughout her sexy, 5'4" frame.

Now Kat only wore a smile, her sweat and her endless tingles.

Holding her warm body even closer, Clark's balls fired the first burst of cum through his dick, shooting out of the tip and deep within Kat's ready pussy.  He held off the next thrust until a second burst was ready for release.  He stuck his exploding cock deep, deep within her walls, swirling it around inside of her and chills filled his body.

Clark wanted to stay like this for a week, inside of her.

They held each other like this for another 30 seconds.

"You know," Clark said, pulling out and leaning in for a kiss.  "I'm sorry we didn't get to kiss enough."

She kissed him back.  "Oh, that's okay.  Time was of the essence tonight.  That's okay.  Just kiss me for three hours tonight when we get home.  Maybe you'll be ready for a third time."

Kat started to put her black shirt back on.  "Time to go home?"

"Actually not quite yet.  I want to walk onto the field with you?"

"Really?" Kat said.  "That would be great.  Why is that, luv?"

Clark laughed and looked into her eyes.  "I want to take your hand and touch home plate with you.  After what we did here tonight, that only makes sense."

America's Favorite Pastime - Part 1

Welcome to Fantasy Friday!  SomewhereMan's last fantasy (Fantasy in Victoria) was so well received that he has agreed to be a regular contributor to Fantasy Friday for us. You're in for another treat today, Prowlers. I love (yes, love!) this story.  Those of you who have come to know me will know why. Maybe the rest of you should try to guess. ;-)

This story will be posted in two parts.  Part 1 is below.  Part 2 will be posted this afternoon. Be sure to take a few moments to comment and let SomewhereMan what you like best about his fantasy.

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"Look indifferent to me, Kat."

"Really?" Kat replied, rolling her blue eyes and offering a sigh.  She hated acting with Clark but knew this was part of the gig.

She frowned and tried to wrinkle her eyebrows.

"There," Clark said.  "That's better.  Look at me like every other woman in my life looks at me.  With unabashed contempt."

Clark stepped away from Kat and walked to the Will Call window at AT&T Park.  Kat had to show some restraint in her attire on this Tuesday night in San Francisco.  Instead of the "little black dress" she preferred when spending her precious and rare free time with this abundant bastion of masculinity, Kat had on a shiny, black workout shirt with long sleeves.  It wasn't unlike something Lara Croft would wear, very tight and very black but not cut so deep in the neck.  Add in tight jeans and black shoes with thick heels and Kat qualified as "casual professional".

Perfect for their mission.

"Should have two passes under Clark von Schumann," Clark said to the will call attendant.  Within seconds, Clark reached under the class window and picked up the yellow envelope.  Two passes dropped out.

Media passes.

The run of the house.

Clark walked away, back to where Kat stood, the sunlight hitting her auburn hair over this early evening hour.   "Okay, now you can look like you dig me again, within reason," Clark said.

"You know I just want to grab your little ass and--"

"And what?" Clark said, tugging at his burnt orange sports jacket, which covered his creme-colored turtleneck and tight jeans.

Kat whispered into his ear.  "And suck your cock during a Giants game.  When the Giants are batting."

"But not when Pittsburgh is up?"

"No, they're terrible.  I want your cock when the home team is waving the wood."

"Alrighty then," Clark said, fighting the blush that filled his face.  A sparse crowd follow them, ninety minutes before the seven o'clock start for a Tuesday night game for the Pirates and Giants.  Even with the World Series title, the Giants wouldn't draw that many people for a mid-week game against Pittsburgh.

Which explained why the Giants gave two working press credentials to Clark and Kat, who were working the game as bloggers and said they were doing a feature on the "game experience" of going to this particular game.  Clark flipped the pass over to see they had post-game locker room access as well.  The full deal.

Clark guided Kat to the turnstiles and the security guards of the media entrance, carrying a laptop on his shoulder as she lugged a small camera bag herself.  Gotta look legitimate.

Especially as what they wanted to do once they got inside the park was far from legitimate.

He waved his pass at an elevator attendant, who waved them into the elevator and told them, "Fourth level for you.  Enjoy the game."

******

"So how are we going to pull this off again?" Kat said, doing her level best to grab his strong arms and shoulders and start kissing him on the neck.  After all, they were in the press box, a domain of overweight newspaper writers who had bodies carved and sculpted from free cookies, hot dogs and bratwursts.  Clark had been a sportscaster for a decade so he knew how where the access points were and, more importantly, where people would be lurking.

That had SO much to accomplish.

"Until we decide to 'engage' and maybe we'll need to come up with a code word or something, just enjoy dinner and watch the players finish batting practice," Clark told her.

"And we have locker room access?" Kat said, sipping a diet Sprite as they sat in the third row of the press box, looking down on the shadows and sunshine of the bright grass at the field.  "Does that mean I'll look at dicks as well?"

"Not just dicks," Clark said.  "Million dollah dicks.  They are usually still flaccid after playing baseball and taking a shower.  You'll see a lot of giggling.  Baseball players, for whatever reason, just aren't shy about that stuff."

Kat took another sip, smiling at Clark and looking at him -- their collective sets of blue eyes clashing with each other.  "And you really want to sneak away to the clubhouse...during the game?"

"Fortune favors the bold, my sexy Kat.  Always does."

"You know, you always say that but you're, like, the most timid guy I know."

"After tonight, you'll have a different opinion."  Clark pointed behind them, to a set of tables in the back of the press box.  "Go eat a cookie or grab a sandwich.  We'll go down there when it's time."

******

Kat had now spent an hour waiting... hoping... anticipating that Clark would break out the "code word" for them to leave.  They already had the plan down pat.  Each would grab their shoulder bags and leave, immediately and with purpose.

Her thoughts were consumed with sex.  Hot sex, dripping from every place where the blood would flow to.  Every place.  She thought about taking his shaft deep within her mouth as she loved doing that for a man.  Instead of this, Kat could only watch the top of the second inning.  Still no score as the shadows had now covered the entire field.

"Marichal," Clark finally announced.

"Really?"

"Yes.  Marichal."

The code word was out there.

Clark walked away from his chair in the press box, with purpose, like a 19-year-old buying beer.  Just act like you belong and no one will question you.  Kat followed him out the press box door and into the carpeted corridor.

"I gotta confess," Clark told her.  "I have no idea where to go from here.  Did you see the elevator that'll take us downstairs."

Kat felt nervous and so aroused as they tried to locate the elevator amid the fluorescent lights filling this dark corridor.  No security guards or team personnel were about to guide them.  After all, it was Tuesday and Pittsburgh was in town.

Clark, being the meticulous planner than he is, told her that he wanted to make love to Kat, from behind, while standing on the SF logo that was in the middle of the Giants locker room, during the game.  He didn't know if they'd actually be able to get naked and go that far, with him firing his love juice inside of her while standing on the logo but damned if they wouldn't try.

"Where in the world in the elevator?" Clark said, now getting irritated.  Feeling that he was losing the mood through anger, Clark took a deep breath and then caught an idea.

Suites.

He had walked past doors and doors of private suites.

"I have an idea." Clark said, looking back into Kat's eyes but not grabbing her hand nor her shoulder, even though he wanted to, desperately.  They had to, at least, appear professional.  He started twisting the knobs of the suites they kept passing in the corridor.  If a suite had the name of a company on the door, he didn't try the knob.  But for the vacant ones, he did.

Locked.

Occupied.

Locked.

They approached another suite, marked "Wilson Waste Management".  He heard no signs of life from the other side of the door.  With a gleam in his eye, Clark glanced back at Kat and put his hand on the knob.

It opened.

Vacant.

"Change of plans, Beautiful," he said to Kat.

Still looking to make sure no security guards were watching, Clark opened the door for Kat and they got into the suite.  Looking at the 16 seats and bar area, the room was completely empty.  Clark scanned the top of the walls and the ceiling for any security cameras.  Nothing to see that scared him off.

Clark flicked the lights off, locked the door behind them and said, "if we get caught in here, let's just play dumb."

They dropped their camera and laptop bags and leaned in for a kiss that had been hours in the making.  Not since they were walking back along the Embarcadero three hours before had they been able to embrace like this.  Clark tasted her soft lips, reaching a hand along her side to feel her collar bone underneath the tight, black athletic shirt.  Now her hands were grabbing at the muscles in his back, slipping under the sports jacket and over the light turtleneck on this chilly Tuesday night.

"I want you so bad," Kat said.  "Ever had your cock sucked in a stadium?"

"Only in American League parks."

"You're such a dork," she said, kissing him again, their tongues meshing as their hands were now all over each other.  Clark felt her perfect breasts, teasing the nipples with a light touch over her tight shirt and scanning the band in her jeans.

Kat was already more aggressive, slipping her hands under his jeans, feeling the green, mid-thigh jockeys that covered Clark's tight and muscular ass.

"I'm already wet," she sighed in his ear.  "You won't have to kiss me much longer.  I want to see it.  I want your cock in my mouth."

Kat's right hand was rubbing Clark's throbbing cock, over his tight jeans.  She had already freed the bottom of his turtleneck from his pants.  She ran her hands underneath the shirt, feeling his nearly-chiseled chest and she could even tell his heart was pounding a bit faster than it should.  His torso was warm to the touch, as if his machine was a factory that was already working towards maximum capacity.

"May I?" Kat asked, reaching for his belt buckle and dropping to her knees.

Clark knew just how much Kat loved to give head, especially from her knees as a man stood over her.  Clark loved it, too, and as she freed him from the jeans and the jockeys, he wanted to come up with a way to please her just as much -- especially in this luxury box.

Clark smirked as he saw a bowl of cashews within reach.  He just couldn't resist, reaching over and grabbing a handful of cashews, popping them into his mouth as he felt his erect cock slid into Kat's hot mouth.  This was heaven.

If he turned to watch the game, would that be too much?

Yeah, besides, in a situation like this, men are told to "think about baseball".

No, don't think about baseball, Clark told himself.  Think about this beautiful woman sucking you off in a private suite at a baseball game.

Kat kept a hand cupping his balls and she licked his hard penis, first from the bottom to the tip.  Now her other hand stroked his base while she devoured the head with her tongue.  She knew he loved this and wouldn't last too much longer... whether he was thinking about baseball or not.

Clark wasn't thinking about cashews anymore.  With each stroke, each lick, the cum was building up deeper and deep, from his balls and already filling the base of his full-sized cock.  Kat knew exactly how to make him explode and she was doing it, looking into his eyes from her knees and even humming a little bit -- to add some extra vibration, shooting the sensations all throughout his steamy body.

He wouldn't last long.  Not with all of the anticipation for this moment, all of the planning, the buildup and everything else that made Kat so damn irresistible.

Kat pulled her lips off his cock and started rubbing it so fast, back and forth.  "You're about ready, aren't you?" Kat asked, giggling and looking into his eyes.

"How can you tell?"

"I can feel it on my tongue, shooting up through your cock.  It's about to explode, isn't it?"

Clark didn't answer, as he tried to fight the cum and at least prove that he could hold out a little longer.  But he couldn't.  The urge was too strong.  Kat's beauty too pronounced.  Her skill too effective.

"I want to taste it all," Kat demanded.  "All on my tongue.  All of it."

Hearing those words from a sincere and gorgeous woman did to Clark what it would do to any man at this point.  Drive him wild and to the point of coming so hard.

"ARRRGH," Clark sighed as he shot a thick rope onto Kat's eager tongue.  Tasting the cum, Kat covered his trickling cock with her mouth, tasting every drop and now moving a finger to touch her moist and ready clit.

Shaking the sweat of his sideburns, Clark felt the tingle turn to tickling as Kat's tongue worked over his shrinking cock.  He reached down to kiss Kat on the lips, always a fetish of his, to kiss a woman who had just put in the effort to give him a blow job to remember.

"Now it's your turn, my love," Clark said.  He pointed to the row of seats.  "Go over there and lean over onto the chairs."

Kat smirked at him and followed his suggestion.  She pulled her jeans down, revealing a black and orange thong (Giants colors, she said) and even pulling those down.  Kat placed her two hands on the stadium-style seats, overlooking the field.  Top of the third.  Still no score.

Now Clark had dropped to his knees, setting up behind the Kat, who was dripping wet from her pussy and her ass.  He slid in an index finger into her pussy, exploring her walls and he could already tell she was ready for the middle finger to join.

Kat moaned as he guided the fingers on his right hand inside and out, also rubbing her clit with his right thumb.  As an extra level of attention, Clark guided his tongue to lick the back wall of her pussy, sliding his tongue up to the sensitive skin of her asshole.

She wasn't going to waste any more time trying to get to her moment of sweet release, either.  After all, Kat was in heaven.  She loved watching baseball, loved watching the Giants and also loved having an attentive man stick fingers inside of her wet pussy while giving her a world-class rimjob.  What's not to love.

Clark knew he was having a delightful effect on Kat, who was now slapping the plastic chairs with her hands as her body shook with passion.  It wouldn't be much longer for her, either.  At least Kat had lasted longer than he did.

He was now up to three fingers, moving in and out...and in a clockwise motion...inside of her, while still working the clit with a thumb.  Now Clark was still licking her asshole but also with a pinky finger teasing her anus and sliding in, just a little bit, to tap into the delicate nerves there as well.

With her breathing picking up even more, Kat's pussy walls pulled his three fingers tight.  Clark knew she loved fisting but they didn't have the time and patience here to explore this all the way.  They'd have to make do with this.

The buildup deep within her was now ready for release.  Kat held onto the plastic stadium chairs like a novice water skier trying to just hang on for dear life.  She held her breath for the final journey to Orgasmoville, a delightful place where only tingles are felt and sorrow has no place.

"OOOOHHHH," Kat moaned as her pussy wouldn't let Clark's fingers go.  He, slowly, slid them out...moving his tongue down to lick her wet pussy, not letting a single drop leave his mouth...

Clark heard what he thought was the locked door twist.

"Oh shit, we gotta get dressed," he whispered.

******

To be continued...

Click here to read Part 2 of America's Favorite Pastime.

A Naughty Distraction at Work

I’m sitting in a meeting, unable to focus on the presentation in front of me.  I look around the room and see a roomful of other folks as disinterested as I am, and I wonder why we are all spending these precious hours of our life in this room. I start to reflect on my life and where I’d rather be at this moment and my thoughts go immediately to JJ.

Instead of being with all these business associates, I’d rather be with him. Instead of being in this conference room, I’d rather be in a hotel room.  Instead of wearing this dress and blazer, I’d rather be wearing nothing at all. Instead of sitting in this uncomfortable chair, I’d rather be stretched out on a bed with him, feeling his arms wrapped around me and his hard cock pressed up against me.

I pull myself back to the present moment.  Refocus, Kat.  I start taking notes, even though there is nothing being said I’ll ever need to remember, but I’m hoping that taking notes will keep my mind here in this room.

It doesn’t work.  The allure of JJ naked in a bed, wanting me as much as I want him, is too strong. He pulls me from the meeting back into bed with him.  I don’t object.  I go with him willingly as I always do.

He kisses me deeply.  I close my eyes and relax into his kiss, melting into him, opening my mouth to his tongue and my legs to his hand that slides inside my wet pussy.

The annoying voice of the presenter starts to distract me, but I tell myself that it’s just someone talking in the hallway and I turn it off in my head, turning my attention again to JJ’s kiss. His fingers alternate between playing with my clit and sliding deep inside me, bringing me right to the edge and keeping me there. I moan into his mouth. I want more. I reflect on how fascinating it is that JJ always fulfills me completely while also leaving me wanting more at the same time. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to get enough of him.

I shift awkwardly in my seat, noticing that my panties are wet now.  I look around the room and see a man looking at me.  I smile and nod and look back up at the presenter, hoping I hadn’t been squirming in my seat.

As the presenter drones on, JJ pulls me back to bed again. Ah yes, I’m very close to orgasm and I can tell that he’s enjoying teasing me. Usually, I let him tease me all he wants and I follow him to whatever pleasurable places he wants to take me, but today I don’t have time for that.  This meeting is supposed to end in 15 minutes (God willing), so I quickly roll on top of him, straddling him and rubbing his hard cock against my wetness. I can tell he’s surprised.  He smiles.

I raise up a little bit and then lower myself down, taking his cock all the way inside me. Fully impaled on his hardness, I sit up straight and slowly begin to rock my hips - forward and back, in circles, then forward and back again. His hands reach for my hips and try to guide me to move faster, but I resist, fully enjoying watching the loss of control start to gently wash over his face.

My chair squeaks and I realize that I must have been slowly moving as I thought about riding JJ.  I try to cover for it by shifting my body completely as if I’m uncomfortable.  I cross my legs and feel a sharp jolt of pleasure as my pussy lips press against my clit.  No, that won’t work.  I uncross my legs and cross my ankles, shifting to sit on the edge of the chair.  Better.  I don’t look around the room, but I can feel that man who was looking at me earlier staring at me again. I force myself not to look at him. I try to take notes again.

I close my eyes for just a brief moment - not even 5 seconds - and I see JJ’s face as I’m riding him.  I watch him watching me, his eyes taking me in, wandering from my face to my breasts to my hips as they grind on him.  I’m struck with an irresistible urge to kiss him, so I lean forward over him with a hand on either side of his shoulders.  We kiss. He takes advantage of the opportunity to grab my hips and start to move me up and down on him as he thrusts upward from underneath me. I start to moan. I can tell that I’m not far from losing myself.

The meeting is almost over.  I can feel the wetness through my panties on my thighs, and I press my thighs closely together and push down onto the chair, then release....again. My breathing quickens.  I look up at the clock.  This meeting was supposed to end five minutes ago! As I grind my pussy against the chair almost imperceptibly, I know I’m not going to make it until I can get out of here and to the ladies room. I need to cum now.

“Please.....I need to cum now....” I plead breathlessly to JJ as I kiss him. He moans his assent and pulls my hips down onto him harder.  I start to shudder, moaning into our kiss.  He pumps me harder and forces me onto his cock roughly.  I’m shaking and letting the sensation ripple throughout my body, knowing that JJ’s doing all the work now, but I can’t stop.  Soon, he pulls my hips down and thrusts upward one last time, holding me onto him.  I feel his cock throbbing as he releases into me. He groans into my mouth. I’m still shaking, feeling my cunt grip his cock. My moans becoming a whimper.....

I try to remain completely silent as I feel the orgasm starting. The meeting ends and people all around me are standing up, talking, and moving around.  I take advantage of the opportunity to grind myself against the chair forcefully a few times quickly, certain that no one will notice in all of the commotion and movement. As I cum, I grip the edge of the table, biting my lip to stifle a moan. I close my eyes briefly and take a deep, ragged breath as the pleasure pulses through me.

I open my eyes as I exhale, and I see the man across the room looking directly at me.  He’s the only one in the room besides me who is still seated. He smiles at me.  I quickly look away and blush. He’s just flirting, right?  There’s no way he could have noticed....

I look back up and see that he’s still smiling at me. I let go of the edge of the table and start to gather my things. I notice now that I’m flushed, breathing erratically.  Oh god, who else noticed???

He walks over to me and hands me his business card and introduces himself. I look at the card.  His name is John Jacobs. I smile and giggle a bit. John Jacobs. JJ.  What are the odds?

He leans down toward me and says quietly, “We should talk."

I fumble in my purse for a business card and hand him one. He looks at it and says, “Nice to meet you, Kat.  I’ll give you a call in an hour or so."

I can’t speak.  I just nod.  He chuckles and nods his head as he walks away.

The room clears and I start to think about how to get out of this.  My panties are soaked, along with the back of my dress and the chair, too, I suspect.  I watch John as he walks down the hall. I grab my phone and check the calendar.  Yes, I’ll see my JJ tomorrow.

This meeting wasn’t so boring after all.

Friday Fantasy - Lust Found

This is the conclusion of the fantasy story written by myself and Cara, Read Part 1 if you haven't already. Enjoy.
-DauntlessD

Jim steps forward and extends a hand in greeting, “It’s nice to meet you Mary.” Mary shakes his hand then gives him a friendly hug, “Sue’s told me so much about you, it’s nice to meet you too”, she replies.

Mary turns and steps toward Sue with a mocking smile, “However it would have been nice to get a phone call letting me know we were having company.” Putting an index finger gently under Sue’s chin she draws her in kissing her on the lips. Jim notices the kiss linger a bit longer than expected, the corner of his mouth is drawn up in amusement. This is new, he thinks.

Mary says, “Go sit down and catch up. I’ll get us some wine -- or would you prefer a beer Jim?”

“A beer sounds perfect”, says Jim. Nodding Mary turns and heads toward the kitchen. Jim’s gaze follows the sway of her hips as she strides away.

Sue slaps Jim on the shoulder and he jumps. She flashes him a cheerful smirk, “Well it’s not hard to see that you like Mary.” Beckoning him out to the living room they sit opposite one another, Sue in a chair and Jim on the end of the overstuffed couch. Mary returns with wine, hands Jim his beer, then sits next to him on the couch.

Immediately after Mary had seated herself, Sue stands, “I’ll be right back”, she says then leaves the room.

Jim looks over at Mary and smiles and then finds himself puzzled, her demeanor has changed. She’s leaning toward him with half lidded eyes reflecting mischief and mock innocence. She turns placing a hand high on Jim’s thigh, he can feel the warmth of her fingers on his inner thigh. Confused and a little wary he looks toward the entryway wondering where Sue is.

“Jim, Sue has told me a lot about you”, Mary says. She leans in kissing him sliding her tongue into his mouth.

Jim enjoys the kiss allowing it to linger, but keeps his hands to himself. Where is Sue? How is she going to feel about this?, he wonders. Then he hears her, Sue clearing her throat. He looks up into Sue’s flat hard gaze. Her eyes flicker from Mary to the lipstick he is sure is on his mouth. His mouth falls open to speak, but no words come out.

Sue is very still as she looks down at them, in the silence the tension builds. Her flinty eyes turn on Mary. “I can’t believe you were going to start without me!”, mock anger oozes from her voice. “Well, let’s get him undressed”. She kisses Mary then begins to unbutton Jim’s shirt. Smiling as her fingers nimbly work she finds herself wishing for a camera so she could freeze the look on Jim’s face in time.

Clothes are shed along with inhibitions and Sue is laying on her back, hips on the arm of the couch. Her own hand on her breast twists her nipple. Biting her lip in anticipation she watches as Mary leans toward her sex. She gasps as fingers gently part her wet folds and Mary’s hot tongue makes light teasing contact with her clit, then glide down one of her pussy’s lips and up the other. “Mmmmmm...”, she moans and smiles contentedly looking up at Jim.

Mary is standing bending down to Sue, Jim behind her. She feels him trace a finger down her spine causing her to shiver. Sue open before her she breathes in her sultry, musky scent. She lovingly teases her with her tongue. Sue’s hips begin to rock, she slides one finger inside, then two. Behind her she feels Jim’s hard cock brush her inner thigh. Involuntarily she arches her back hearing herself and Sue moan in unison.

Jim hungrily looks down at Mary’s bare back. He slides his hands down her sides and grips her hips. He moves one hand around her front, down her belly, the other hand glides over her ass where both begin to explore Mary’s sex. He slides a finger insider her, Mary’s legs shudder. The moans of both women are in his ears. Indulging his eyes he takes in the scene before him, bare female flesh and curves. Looking directly into Sue’s eyes he raises his hand, wet with the juices of Mary’s cunt and tastes her. Sue contentedly smiles at him as he slides his pulsing manhood inside Mary. Grabbing Mary’s hips, he feels her shake and hears her muffled moan.

The three of them find a rhythm of escalating tension and urgency. Moans turn to frenzied sexual cries. Jim eyes stare intently into Sue’s never breaking contact. Together they share intimate memories of love they have shared, echos of the past reborn. One by one they each climax and even as Jim gasps and shudders with orgasm his eyes stay rapt locked onto Sue’s.

Lust lost has been found... plus one.

Running Hot, an HNT Fantasy

Finishing my nice long morning run my body glistened with a sheen of sweat. I was hot so I went to my backyard to hose myself off. I removed my top and laid down, soaking up and enjoying the sun. My muscles felt good, loose and relaxed from the exertion. Closing my eyes my mind began to drift... I began thinking about how my body craved an intense orgasm and this delicious man who has commented on my HNT pictures. Snapshots flashed through my mind of him with visuals of what I would like him to do to me. A fantasy forms in my mind and a new different heat spreads through my body...

I’m in line for a ride at a water park. He is in line in front of me and turns around to chat while we await our turn for the water slide. I’d fantasized many times about meeting him and now suddenly he’s in front of me. My heart begins to pound with excitement. His eyes casually slide down my body, then I see his gaze pause on my stomach. He’s noticed the freckle, the one so easily seen in my HNT photos. The brief glow in his eyes is unable to hide the recognition, he knows. He knows I’m the girl in the HNT photos. His eyes slowly move up to my breasts, then my neck where they linger a few seconds. Unhurried his gaze deliberately moves to my face. I can almost hear the hammer of my own heart. His expression changes becoming slightly reflective. I know he’s reviewing my HNT pictures in his mind, attaching my face to each one. Finally the spell is broken, as if coming out of a dream a smile spreads across his face.

He says, "You look familiar" and indeed, he was very familiar to me, also. I instantly knew who he was, he was very recognizable to me. I'd spent many minutes staring at his insanely sexy body, it was thrilling to see him in person. I wanted to tease him a bit so I say, “At first you looked familiar to me too, but now I’m not sure. I doubt you know me.”, then I take my time adjusting my tiny triangle bikini top; while I want to minimize tan lines, the real intent was to draw his attention to my barely concealed breasts.

“No, I know I know you.”, he said.

Good he isn’t backing down. "Oh really? From where do you recognize me?", I reply with nonchalant innocence.

Not bothering to mask his amusement he looks directly into my eyes, “I know you from your HNT photographs.”

I flash a coy sideways grin, “Well then maybe we do know each other.”, throwing in a little mock shyness for good measure. I was feeling incredibly excited, you could feel the sexual tension in the air growing like an electric charge.

Not to be outdone he proceeds to openly look me up and down exuding confidence. I return the favor mustering my courage and look him up and down, pausing a few extra seconds on his gorgeous hands resting on his hips, his wide chest, and of course his cock bulging in his swim trunks. I pull him out of line, “Come with me”, I say and lead him over to a secluded part of the water park behind a shed. Out of sight I pull him toward me and kiss him aggressively. Quickly kneeling down I see his manhood straining against his swim trunks. Grabbing the waistband I pull off his shorts, dive in and start sucking his now very hard and very large cock. He begins to moan, his breathing becoming labored; I know he is just about ready to cum. I stop and move my mouth to his stomach and legs allowing him time to "compose himself." He pulls me up and pushes me back against the shed, oh my he’s strong. Forcefully he jams his giant cock into my dripping wet pussy. A sharp intake of breath and a gasp quickly turns into moans as he continues ramming me until I am unsure if I can take anymore; I find myself digging my nails into the back of his shoulders. Suddenly my legs go wobbly. I clutch his shoulders to remain upright while an enormous, satisfying orgasm shudders through me wave after wave. Smiling I run my hands over his chest, slick with sweat from the effort. Gladly I kneel down to finish him off with my mouth...

Abruptly the reverie of my fantasy is broken. My neighbor is knocking on the gate to my yard asking if I'd like him to mow my lawn. His eyebrows spring up in surprise when I open the gate, with an embarrassed flush I realized I was topless.

- Story by Cara AKA BrightPink, Edited by DauntlessD

Friday Fantasy

We had an idea to collaborate writing a little piece of saucy fiction. The story below was written by Cara (aka Brightpink0) and myself. Enjoy!
-DauntlessD

Sue absentmindedly placed groceries on the checkout counter belt. She glanced at the line behind her and froze. His head was turned away, but it was Jim. She had no doubt. She instantly felt the thrill of excitement remembering his hot peppermint breath on her bare skin. She couldn't decide if she should avoid him, or try to catch his eye. After all, she was in a serious, committed relationship now. Again looking up briefly from her basket she found his penetrating gaze looking toward her. She quickly looked away, not sure what to do. Without even realizing it her feet were gliding slowly toward him.

"Jim?" she asked tentatively trying to hide the desperation and longing in her voice. He nodded and smiled almost shyly.

"Sue," he said in return and his voice sent her mind spiraling into memories long put away.

She shook from the shock and intensity of seeing him again. She had longed for his touch from the moment they had parted, but had set that lust aside when she had met Mary. She was so certain that her connection with Mary on every level would erase his memory, but seeing him here brought all those old feelings rushing to the surface.

Raising a hand she watched her trembling fingers gingerly touch Jim’s arm. His eyes stared steadily into hers and the corner of his mouth pulled into a half smile. Mary returned to her mind. She immediately thought of how much fun the three of them could have together. Her mind raced while her panties got more wet by the second. “Jim, there is someone I would really like you to meet. Would you like to come back to my place?”

The words just tumbled out before giving them much thought. She pulled her eyes from his, dazed as a panicked thought flashes through her mind, What will Mary think? Her heart jumped to her throat as her eyes returned to his. Emotions roil within her. Awaiting his answer, the tension swallowed everything around them.

Jim winked then reached out a hand smoothing her hair and said, “Sue, I’d love to.” She found herself melting beneath his warm smile.

Jim slid into the passenger seat as Sue climbed behind the car’s controls. As they pulled away Jim casually laid a hand on her thigh. Sue clutched the steering wheel. Her mind spun but was unable to focus. Every cohesive thought evaporated under the heat spreading through her under the warmth of his hand. Suddenly she was walking through her front door with Jim in tow.

Mary rounded the corner and saw Jim. Looking at Sue her eyebrows rose, sending the silent question, Who is this?

Sue says, “Mary, I’d like you to meet Jim.”

Mary’s eyes widened and her eyebrows climbed a little higher. The look asked, You mean that Jim?

Smiling, Sue nodded her head, eyes casting a mischievous glint. Mary replied with an impish grin. Sue relaxed only to find one stomach butterfly replaced with a larger one. Her heart began to pound. She thought, Oh my god is this really happening?

To be continued....

A Fantasy in the First Person

You've explained to me that things are going to be different this time, and that you want my full obedience. You know I will do whatever you want, that it excites me to do what you want, so I have no trouble agreeing to obey you. You send me an email telling me that when you knock on the door, I am not to answer it. Instead, I am to slide the key under the door for you, and then sit on the edge of the bed with my eyes closed, hands behind my back, and legs spread open.

I hear the knock, and I rush to slide the key under the door. Then I sit on the edge of the bed like you told me. I'm wearing a black lace see-through negligee with nothing underneath, and a short satin robe. I open the robe so I'll be exposed to you when you enter. I feel the wetness between my legs as I open then wide.... waiting for the door to open.

I hear you enter room, but I resist the urge to open my eyes and look at you. I hear you moving around the room. I think I hear you undressing but I can't be sure. I just wait. I feel you approach me. You slide my robe off my shoulders and then pull the neckline of my negligee down, fully exposing my breasts. Then you touch my breast. I gasp and arch my back to press against your hand. You kiss me and I return your kiss hungrily. You start pinching my nipples, gently at first, then harder... harder. I wince a little bit, but you don't stop....you step away and come back quickly. I feel you attaching nipple clamps to me. I moan at the pain. "Sshhhhh," you say. I bite my lip to stay quiet as you pull on the chain between the two clamps. You drop the chain, and a whimper escapes my lips. The pain focuses my attention entirely on my breasts, so I'm caught unaware as you step between my legs and put your hard cock in my mouth.

You grab my head with both hands, entwining my hair in your fingers, and force me to take you all the way into my throat. Then you slowly, but roughly, fuck my mouth deeply. I try to move as you are directing me to, both to please you and to keep the chain between my tits from moving....every time you push your cock into my mouth, the chain jerks and pulls on the clamps, hurting a little more each time. I change my approach. Instead of trying not to let the chain move, I decide to comply with what you want, and I suck you as hard as I can, in spite of the fact that this makes the chain jump around, tugging on me hard..... I hear you moan with approval. I can feel your cock hardening even more in my mouth as you start to cum. As you pull me onto you hard by the hair, releasing into my mouth, you reach down and grab the chain, pulling up on it hard. I squeal....

It's then that I realise I have been grinding my pussy against the bed wantonly.

You pull out of mouth and I lick you gratefully.... You gently tug on the chain, guiding me to move all the way onto the bed.... I keep my legs open and my eyes closed. You gently remove the clamps from my nipples and I cry out because each hurts more in the second the pressure is removed....then you gently suckle each nipple to relieve the pain, first one, then the other. The pain gives way to even more arousal.... I squirm a little and feel your hand slide between my legs. I tilt my hips slightly to press against your hand. You kiss me and whisper in my ear, telling me not to move. I stop rocking my hips, as you told me. Your fingers start exploring my pussy, teasing my clit, sliding in and out of me....

I moan, knowing that I won't be able to stay still much longer. Your fingers are moving faster, I start to shake.... You stop suddenly and remind me not to move. I apologise. I'm trying. You ask if I want more. I nod my head... Yes, please. Your hand goes back to work. I start to purr....
I start to shake again. You stop. You whisper to me, "Whose pussy is this?" "Yours," I answer. I know I answered correctly because you reward me with a deep kiss and your hand moves on me again.

I start to moan into your mouth... You stop...wait.... Start again , bringing me close to orgasm and pulling back over and over again. I can feel you smile as you kiss me. You're enjoying this torture. Soon, the intensity is so high that I just start begging, "Please...please....please." You ask me, "What do you want?" I'm breathing heavily, speaking in between moans as I shake involuntarily, "You. I want... You...Please...please....fuck me....please..."

You stop touching me again. I whine... But you nudge me to roll over and you get behind me. I lift my behind for you and look back at you... I'm so wet that you slide inside me easily. I purr as you enter me and press back against you. You slap my ass---HARD---- and tell me, "Now you move." You kneel behind me still as I move forward and back, impaling myself on you cock ... Again, again.... Shaking again.... I think about cumming without asking for permission because I couldn't bear it if you said no, but I know I must have your permission first, so I ask. You grab my hips and start pounding me. I ask again. No answer. Soon, I'm begging again. Finally, when I think I can't wait any longer, you grant me permission and I let go... cuming hard, screaming as I buck against you. Feeling you pull me back on you hard as you unload into me. I'm still cumming, still shaking.

After, you lay next to me... Pull me next to you, kiss me.

I open my eyes and smile at you....

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Fantasy Time

Well, fellow Prowlers, I gave you my word that my stories of playtime would be true unless I told you otherwise.  I thought I'd share a lusty fantasy with you to whet your whistle for some more real life stories coming soon. Like every good fantasy, though, parts of it are grounded in reality.  Can you guess which ones?  Enjoy!

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I show up in town, get a hotel room, and give you a call as we planned. It takes you a couple of hours to show up, but I know you'll come.

You're nervous when you knock at the door. I don't want to make you any more nervous than you have to be (no, your being nervous is definitely not in my best interest in this situation), so I answer fairly quickly, standing behind the door so you don't see me until you step into the dimly lit room. As I close the door, you notice a few things about me....I'm short, only 5'4", so you have to look down at me. I'm wearing a black lace baby doll nightie, completely see through, no panties. Yes, I look just like the pics I sent. So do you.

I stand up on my tippy toes and reach up to kiss you (6'4" really is tall!) as you put your arms around me. It's a deep, wet, probing kiss. Any nervousness I was feeling flies out the window.  I relax into you, feeling safe in your strong arms. This is the part that just doesn't come through in email, chat or even over a webcam. The taste of your mouth, the urgency of your kiss, the feel of your hardening cock, the power of your embrace. I've known you for a while now online, but this is the real you. I feel like I'm rediscovering you all over again.

I can feel your hands sliding under my negligee and reaching for my breasts.  I reach down and unfasten your pants, easily freeing your hard, thick cock, and I start to stroke it slowly but firmly. I smile when I hear you moan - more like a growl - into our kiss. The kiss lasts a long time, taking on a rhythm of its own - I inhale as you exhale and exhale as you inhale, losing myself in the connection developing between us. Eventually, you lean back against the wall, grab my hair, and press me down to my knees.......

I lick your cock slowly from base to tip. Again. Again. Looking up at you with my deep blue eyes, I take the tip into my mouth and begin suckling it gently. I take more into my mouth, then more with each stroke until I can feel the head at the back of my throat. I pause for just a second before diving down and swallowing the head. You gasp. Then I start working your gorgeous cock deeply, flicking my tongue on the head on each upstroke and swallowing the head on each downstroke.

You grab my head, entwining your fingers in my hair, and start fucking my mouth and throat hard and fast. I don't resist. Instead, I relax and let you take me, sucking and licking as best I can in-between gasps for air.
"That's right," I hear you say. "Suck my cock, whore. You're my whore, aren't you?"

I moan with affirmation and pleasure at hearing you claim me. I suck even harder, desperate to please you, and I can feel your cock stiffen as you prepare to cum.  I prepare to swallow every drop gratefully, but you suddenly pull me off you, pulling me by my hair up to my feet. I squeal lightly and scramble to comply.
You turn around and pin me to the wall roughly, forcefully. You release my hair and grab my hips with your strong hands, lifting me up. I throw my arms around your shoulders and pull myself up, wrapping my legs around you as you drive your hard cock inside me. I scream as you enter me, digging my fingers into your shoulders. You drive into me hard, pounding me against the wall....harder, harder, harder....

I tighten my legs around you as I start to shake, and I can tell that you can feel my cunt tighten around you, too. You grab my hands from your shoulders and pin them against the wall, not allowing me to lift myself off you at all - forcing me to be fully impaled on your cock. I scream...and start to cum. You continue to pound me as hard as you can...I struggle to buck against you to keep my orgasm going.

You whisper in my ear, "Tell me what you are...". I answer breathlessly, still cuming, "I'm your whore."
"That's right, slut," you moan as you thrust a final time, releasing into me.  You bite my neck as you cum. I moan, still shaking, the pleasure still rushing through my body.

You grab my hips again and gently lift me off your cock and lower me. I extend my legs to stand, but I'm still shuddering and my knees buckle. I grab onto your strong arms to steady myself. You lean down and kiss me deeply.... I return your kiss, melting into your arms, surrendering to you again......

Waking Up to Pleasure - A Woman's Fantasy

You sense a steady rhythm. Slowly your senses become more aware. You feel warm... Comfortable, almost like you are in a warm bath. No, not a bath... A bed. Yes, a nice warm bed. Wait... The rhythm... Recognition comes slowly.

"Oh yes, the rhythm, that's my own breathing."

You are waking from sleep. Your eyes flutter but don't open. You are in no hurry to get up. You slept well. You are relaxed.

You feel a light tickle against your leg and you remember. "Mmmmmm, it's you," you moan rolling over and throwing an arm over him. The light hair of his chest tickles your arm as it rises and falls with his breathing. He stirs and rolls toward you. You feel his warm hand run up your thigh. Your eyes slowly open and you find him looking at you, face close to yours. He smiles and gives you a light kiss. Pulling away you still feel the moisture of his lips on yours. His hand slides up your thigh and over your breast. Gently he rolls you to your back.

You look up at him leaning over you and run your hands over his strong shoulders and bare chest. He leans down for a long, lingering wet kiss. You feel the pleasant warmth of him over the length of your body. You tilt your head as he kisses your neck, feeling the warmth of his tongue and gentle nibble. The kisses continue toward your left breast, his hand lightly tracing fingers over your right. Fingers slowly circle toward your right nipple you feel the slow wet circles of his tongue on your left. Your right nipple stiffens, he gives it a gentle pinch causing you to gasp and arch your back.

His mildly ticklish, delightful kisses are now going down your belly. Now just inside your hip. His hands slide over your thighs. A kiss, his tongue, then a nibble on your inner thigh. Gently his fingers are parting you. You feel his hot, steamy breath. A warm tongue glides over the length of your sex circling slowly. "Mmmmmm," you moan arching your back.

A finger slides into you, slowly, deeply. Then another. You gasp. His tongue continues to tease, slowly picking up the pace. Your hips rock chasing the rhythm of his teasing. Your left hand is clutching the sheet of the bed, the right is on top of his head, fingers curled into his hair. Your breathing becomes deep, urgent. A slow tremble begins to spread through your body. Tension is growing... Building... You moan as your body shudders with release; a contented smile spreading on your face. You hear the shower turn on.

"What? The shower is turning on?" In a flash you realize you are in your own bed. "Nooooo, you can't be here!" Your eyes snap open and you breath a sigh of relief. You shake your head smiling. It was a dream.

Slowly you stretch out like a cat, your body soft, sultry and satisfied.

It's time to start your day.