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Chapter 1
The time has finally come. Weeks of thinking, imagining and anticipating are finally coming to fruition. What began as a simple conversation with a tinge of flirtation between two virtual strangers may very well indeed transform into a time to remember. The highway markers fly by as Benjamin’s hands grasp the leather of the steering wheel in his hands. The miles pass quickly as he heads into town. His palms flatten against the smooth leather as his mind wanders from the radio to his own thoughts of what lay ahead for the eve.
It was nine weeks ago that they were both speakers at the conference. Days filled with seminars and lectures and evenings filled with networking opportunities all in the name of professional growth. He was introduced to Jenny at a vendor reception on the last night. From the moment they met he imagined what it would be to have time with her. His fascination began with her lips, bowed like an old fashioned doll tinged with a subtle lipstick, accompanied with almond shaped deep brown eyes. Noticed particularly as he fought to hear what she was saying of the noise of the crowded room while people around them nudged their way through the throng to get a drink or snag a plate of finger food. With every motion and moment of her body, with each facial expression his fascination with her deepened. When she brushed up against him, he thought his cock would bust the seams of his slacks.
Jenny was amazed with herself. Meeting Ben was like being struck by lightning that went straight to her deepest desires. There was something about him; the ways he looked at her with his baby blues, the smile that crept across his face as he listened to her associate’s banter. The way his shoulders strained at the fabric of his starched white dress shirt as he moved closer to her to hear her contribution to the conversation. When he paid her attention, she felt like she had not too long, flushed with arousal as thoughts of possibilities. Vague thoughts of sensations ran through her mind and to her flesh as they spent even just the few minutes talking. She felt herself responding to caresses, touches, grasping that were not even there. In her mind she throws her arms over his shoulders, feels his hands on her hips pulling her close as their lips lock together and their tongues begin to explore.
Snapping herself back to reality, she recalls the way she found herself blushing and can swear he could sense the smell of her arousal in the crowded room. She passed her hands down over her hips as though to smooth her skirt, she felt herself slicken at even less romantic and more impassioned thinking. She had a very kinky side that her intuition told her was very much shared with this man. She was not at all surprised when he handed her his card with the invitation to reach out to him. She was completely surprised when five days later, while sitting at her desk, she decided to send him a brief but poignant email expressing hints of the thoughts of what she imagined.
She decided to open a door to see what he would bring. Based in her reaction to him, she hoped it the response back would be returned in kind so as she typed, it was with a sense of tempered optimism that she composed her flagrant approach. Forget flirting, she was already resolute that she wanted to have this man fuck the breath from her body.
After a day that seemed like a year, what she got back left her pulse racing. Over the next several weeks, their email chain grew. With every idea she proposed, he built upon it with transformations making each a shared desire. His ideas made her melt with the fantasies of making it reality. Each night she after hearing from him, she would find herself lying in bed; her hands would roam under the covers. It would not be her fingers caressing her clit or tweaking on her stiffened nipple, it was his lips, his tongue, his teeth his hands and his prick. The orgasms were delightful as they quivered through her body but Jenny wanted the real deal and wanted it from him.
Over the weeks that passed the arrangements came together. They decided to meet in town at the same hotel in which the conference was held. Jenny had packed her bag for the weekend and had walked over from her office only a few blocks away. As it was a commuter city, she was highly confident that none of her coworkers would be in the downtown area during the weekend and was just looking forward, looking forward to getting to delve into and explore the fantasies she had created with Ben.
Knowing she would beat him there, he had an hour or so drive, upon entering the lobby Jenny went straight to the registration desk and signed in for the room. Taking the electronic key in hand and carrying her bag she caught herself looking around the lobby, her imagination flowed and she felt herself becoming anxious for his arrival. She may just have to “cut the edge“ a bit before he got there.
On her way up the elevator, she removes her phone and sends a text to the number Ben had given her containing only four characters; 3612.

Chapter 2
A knock at the door, Jen rises from the sofa where she waited with a glass of wine. The moment has come. The anticipation is to end and the experience to begin. Peering through the looking hole in the door, she sees his smile for the first time since the night they met and he’s exactly as she remembered him being. Her nipples stiffen beneath her blouse and her pussy instantly moistens as she reaches for the handle. Her fingers wrapping it firmly in her grasp Jenny cannot help but to think of it being Ben’s prick. In just a few minutes, it shall be. The smile passes over her lips as she takes in a breath and opens the door.
She stands before him; high heels, black fishnet stockings and a short length dress that not only shows the glancing of her thigh above the top of the garter as Jen takes each step but strains to contain her breasts constrained within the black satin bra she had chosen for this eve. Instantly their lips met and the kiss lingers on her lips and in her breathing as they enjoy and savor the taste of one another.
Stepping back and taking each other in, Ben turns her to face the wall without even saying “hello”, she extends her perfect ass back toward him, feeling the bulge in his slacks pressing against the crack of her beautiful bottom. Placing her hands against the wall, she feels his fingers grasp the hem of her skirt to bring it up over her hips. Ben’s fingers snag the crotch of her panties to pull them to one side. The scent of Jennifer’s juices portrays her arousal. She brings one hand down between her long legs as she bends further. She reaches back between her thighs and beyond, downs his zipper, reaches in and draws the hard cock from within his slacks into her firm grasp.

Ben reaches around her body, and begins to open the dress. Button by button, one by one, exposing more of her body to the cool air of the room and to his vision. Jen quivers with the anticipation of what is to come. Forcing his hand between the black satin bra and her flesh, his finger and thumb seek her now stiff nipple. Rubbing and squeezing softly at first as Jennifer feels the head of his throbbing prick against her palm.

Jen’s thoughts run to desire, how she as wanted this, wanted him inside her wet slit and within her tight asshole for so long that she finds her vision blurring and finds her focus on the sensations of deep within her core. She feels the lips of her pussy, swollen and wet, waiting for the head of her prick to part them and the hard shaft be gliding between them. Her clit pulses beneath the shield of delicate flesh that protects it, anticipating the touch of fingertips as it is pressed against the shaft of the cock penetrating her body deeper with each stroke in and out. She feels the vaginal walls undulating with the desire to be filled. Jen gains the feeling of her rose bud asshole clenching and relaxing in the desire to feel that initial burning heat course through her body as she thrusts yourself back on his pulsing erection in a rhythm of its own as she decides for herself as to which need is, indeed, "most pressing".

Jen’s knees weaken, her thighs quiver and abdomen tightens. Driving herself back harder with her tight sweet ass slapping against Ben’s hips, sounds of flesh slapping against flesh break the silence. The sensations roll through Jen’s body as she swims in the moment. She cannot stand to even stand any longer and begins a decent do her knees. Leaning forward on her elbows, her long thick hair flowing over her shoulders as Ben runs his hand up along her smooth back and fills his hand with her locks. Jen’s glasses fall from her face to land upon the carpeted floor as the room fills with a loud moan of delight.

With a firm grasp Benjamin slowly pulls Jen’s head back as she arches from her shoulders, her full breasts now strain against her bra and she extends her ass even higher in the air, her short skirt now driven above her hips, giving him the leverage to drive his pulsing cock even deeper into the tight flowering asshole she presents. With his balls slapping against the flesh between her pussy and ass, the sensations become even more intense to them both.

Having her hair pulled harder only serves to heighten the pleasure. The light doses of pain from his prick driving in and out of her tight ass with the sensations of intense tactile pressure all along the surface of her scalp sets her hot cunt to flowing freely as the juices begin to run down the softest of flesh of her innermost thigh. Ben’s lips and tongue seek Jen’s throat but from this angle he cannot reach.

Taking her wrist in hand he slowly pulls this support from beneath her as her shoulder drops to pin to the carpet. Driving his dick deep inside to assure there is no escape from within her, he begins to roll Jen onto her back. Her leg rises and flows in front of his form as she more than accommodates this change.

Retaining a hand full of your rich hair Ben succeeds in pulling Jen’s head up and slightly to the side exposing your neck and throat as he pulls his cock back to drive it even deeper into her amazing anus. She feels his tongue gliding over the flesh of her throat and down to her shoulder where he begins to nip at the skin... just small touches of pain to further enhance her delight. She clenches her hole around his shaft as she thrust her hips up hard and raises her legs to his shoulders. Ben leans back to his knees as they seek and find a rhythm of giving, taking, accepting and encouraging.

Jennifer finds her hands now free. Her left hand begins massaging her breast as she drives her right straight to her slick pussy. Alternating between rubbing her clit in hard tight circles and slapping the slit harder and harder with her bare palm she quakes with pleasure, her breathing comes in gasps and Ben watches her head just roll as she fully feels the shaft driving in and out of her hot ass.

With both hands Ben takes Jen’s calf in hand. Using his teeth he takes the heel of her leopard print high heel and pulls it from her slender foot to let it drop to the floor beside them. His tongue runs along the sole of her foot from the heel, along the arch, circling to the outside of the ball until reaching her long slender toes. One by one with lips and tongue he explores them. Drawing them one at a time deep into his mouth and sucking them, licking between them as he draws one and then proceeds to the next in turn... With her breast in hand Jen squeezes tightly, her pussy now filled with two of fingers as her juices run freely, Ben’s hard cock deep inside her while her toes are being sucked; this is all almost too much for her to bare any longer yet together they find the way to sustain the bliss within each other.

Without pause Jen chooses to lead the head of his hard cock to her tight puckered asshole. The clear drop of pre-cum that seeps from the tip glances over the opening as it tightens slightly against the touch. His strong hands run down the sides of her body to grasp her hips as he, gently at first, begin to press into her tight ass.

She closes her eyes to focus on relaxing herself to accept his hard pulsing cock into her body. Jen feels that heat of first penetration sending that warming glow up her spine and through her body. Her legs quiver and toes go numb as she relaxes then tightens, relaxes then tightens her ass around his prick as the head and first inch have slowly gained entry. Ben feels the tight flesh of her deep tunnel wrapped around me as he press in. In and slowly back as he feeds more and more of the pulsing shaft into her ass. Penetrating Jennifer’s ass deeper with each stroke, he leans over and spit on the shaft of his cock to then withdraw it to the point of almost dropping out of her.

He hears her begin mutter, "give it to me... give it to me now..." She’s not at all shocked to hear herself begin to plead with this man to fill her ass with dick.

Ben drives his hips forward, hard, thrusting, penetrating her tight asshole with the shaft as deep and hard as it goes. Her tunnel explodes with sensation as she feels herself being filled with cock.

Jen finds her hot little slit is so wet, the juices seep from within her walls and from between those sweet swollen lips to run down her thigh. She glides fingers, first two then three drive deep between her thighs and into her hungry pussy.

Between her cunt juice sopping fingers pounding at her pussy and Ben’s cock filling the beautiful tight ass with his balls slapping against the tender spot that separates her holes Jen can't imagine better sensations. She feels the orgasm building within.

Jen’s breath comes quickly, her pulse races, she feels the heat of flush pass over her chest as her nipples harden like rocks.. raw demand, raw physical pleasure of her holes being penetrated so fully... She needs to release and want to feel his cock spew its load deep in her ass as she writhes and sways her hips against my every pounding thrust.

The scents, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh... creates the "most pressing" need to just fucking cummmmmmmmmmmmm within her...

They have found the path to pleasure as Benjamin’s cock glides in and out of her tight asshole, her fingers drive in and out of her sopping slit, the swollen petals of Jen’s pussy lips wrapping around them as her hot wet tunnel pulsates with the rush of pleasure as her ecstasy climbs even higher. Jennifer feels Ben’s urgency climbing, getting even hotter with each stroke of his shaft deep inside her burning ass. Heat radiates from her body as he feels the flush pass over her flesh… her throat, her cheeks, her breasts, her inner thighs all alight with the glow as her vocalizations rush forth from deep within, “Ohhh my fuckinnnn gawwwd…” “Justtt like that….” “Don’t fuckin stop nowwww” intermingles with moans and unintelligible cries of delight as he drives the fishnet stocking deep between her toes as he draw each digit in it’s turn in and out of his mouth, his lips wrapping around them, his tongue flashing as he continues to suck them each in turn.
Running his hand over Jen’s ankle and up along her calf, up to the thigh and deep between her legs his fingers seek and find her clit. Pressing on it hard as her fingers DRIVE deep into her hungry fucking snatch. The juices run down to soak his shaft as his prick drives deep into Jennifer’s rosebud asshole. He finds it so fucking tight as his voice urges her on “milk my prick with your hole”, “milk my dick Jennifer you cock loving slut”, “give it to me, give it to me NOW.”, “I want your fuckin cummm, give it to me harder” he commands as his fingers toy over her pulsing clit and his prick plunges in and out of her hole.
Jen’s voice calls out in a scream as she thrust her hips up off the floor and begins to quiver deep within her core. Unable to control herself for even an instant longer it spreads quickly as her thighs quiver, stomach quakes, her fingers and toes go numb as she finds her lips go dry and nipples harden like pebbles. Jen’s sight fades as all she can feel, all she can experience all he can do is nothing but try to breathe in and out as her body floods with release. Her cunt founts its juices over Bens fingers as they plunge as deep as he can inside her quaking tunnel. Benjamin turns them around and around inside her as his thrusting drives his hard prick all the way into her tight beautiful asshole as she clenches it around him. She holds it within her body, all the way in, as a sword in a sheath. Within her tunnel, she feels his cock literally pulsing inside her cavern which serves to send a second wave of bliss throughout her body from head to toe. She finds her cunt flowing, her juices run down the crack of her perfect ass. Jennifer’s body rocks beneath him as her legs clamp around my body and she fights to take Ben even deeper inside, He continues to toy with her pulsing, throbbing clit, Her juices now soak the carpet beneath her lower back. Her body wracks with the burning intense pleasure as the orgasm floods through every cell in her body. Her breathing stagnates, pulse races, heart beats rapidly as her mouth hangs open and she hear s her own scream echoing in her head.
Suddenly there is a quick pulling back as Ben rapidly pulls his hard cock from Jen’s giving puckered hole. She cries out in what is perceived as almost pain mingled with the loss of something important as she feels the head exit. On his knees Ben semi crawls up along her body as his hand reaches to fill his grasp with her hair in a tight grasp as her beautiful soft bow lips, now wet with a pass of her tongue opens and he rams his prick into her mouth and down Jen’s throat in a single stroke. She semi gags but take it all the way.
Her lips clench around his shaft as he begins to fuck her mouth, as hard as he drove in and out of her ass only moments ago. Jennifer feel the clear drops of pre-cum dripping along the back of her tongue as she uses it in a way that causes him to begin to quiver and drive even harder. Pulling her by the hair as he fucks her welcoming throat, her one hand continues to play in and out of her delectable cunt as she reaches up to behind him with the other. Her cunt juice soaked finger seeks to rub Ben’s asshole, gently probing it as he now hold her head between his hands driving in and out. Her tongue flashes along his shaft as she sucks him off with complete enthusiasm.
She wants His jism. More than anything in this instant, Jennifer wants to feel the gobs hitting her tongue, filling her mouth, flowing down her throat. Ben pulls his dick from her mouth just as she feel him beginning to fount his juice in her mouth. Ben’s cock lets fly her reward. His desire to see the fucking cum founting out the tip of his prick as gob after spurt of milky white cum flies from his prick. It lands on her lips. It flies down her throat. It splashes into Jen’s open mouth with her waiting tongue extended to receive it, this she keeps in her mouth for now as she watches the jets continue to fly striking, then running in slow rolling streams over her beautiful tits and jutting nipples.
As Ben’s body slows… he leans over her body to lick his cummm from her flesh. Jen lifts and brings her breast to his lips and gathers the juice that landed upon it with fingertips. Each of them, with his jism in their mouths now seeks to savor and share it together. Their lips bond as they begin to pass the cummm from mouth to mouth, hers back to his as their lips caress and tongues carry it back and forth between them. Their smiles of joy, their grins of promise pass over their lips and exist in their eyes as the sharing continues until they separate a scant inch. His eyes locked into hers. Jennifer’s into Ben’s as they each now keep what they have. At the same moment, each swallows… Their time together has only just begun…
Rising to his feet, the tails of his shirt now pulled from his slacks and with prick beginning to soften, the head glistening with the mixture of Jen’s saliva with his jism, Ben tucks it back into his pants as he extends a hand to take hers. Helping Jennifer to her feet, she shuffles her fishnet clad toes back into her shoe as she lean onto him to maintain balance. Jen’s deep brown eyes are alight with a state of both joy and satisfaction while maintaining a glistening of anticipation as they are are both strongly aware the time, their journey together, the pleasure and all they shall give, take and experience. It has only just begun.
Jennifer’s hands go to the hem of her skirted dress as she brings it back over her rounded hips and from around her waist to set close to correct. Ben stoops to pick up her glasses from the floor to hand them to her. Jen’s full lips, still afire from moments ago yearn for more. A thought comes to mind in anticipation of what is to come.
She reaches up beneath the skirt and hooks her fingers into the band of her panties and shuffles herself slightly as she draws them back over the curves. She peels them from her body as she softly bites her tongue. Releasing them they fall to her ankles. The black silk of them setting between her leopard patterned, high heel clad feet as she takes a step out of them, kneels down to take them in her hand to place them in Ben’s hands. Leaning into his ear, with a smile and a voice containing more than a hint of the rasp of continued desire she whispers, “This is what you’ve just done to me”.
“Let’s go for a drink.”Benjamin softly suggests. Hand in hand they leave their bags in the room as they go to find a place to sit, relax, talk and to continue to turn each other inside out.

Chapter 3

It’s not easy to run in those high heels but I love to seeing you walking toward me Benjamin thinks to himself as Jennifer jogs to catch up to him at the door to the place they’ve selected. He had stepped before her to get the door. Jen’s long legs encased in the fishnet stockings, her hair flowing over shoulders, her skirt teasing him with glances of thigh and her top, snug in all the right places hinting at the form beneath... a smile on her lips and a glow in still in her eyes as they meet in the door jam. Their lips meeting, caressing and tasting of each other... “I want you now” she hears him whisper in her ear, “Right now” as she takes his hand in hers.
Pausing at the entrance Jen tosses her arms over his shoulders. Ben’s hands land on her hips drawing her in close. Jennifer’s hips press forward against him as she feels the anticipation build. A slight tingle shivers through her body as their lips caress. The downtown bar they selected is busy but not crowded and neither care not who watches as her fingers play in his hair. Ben’s hands slide from her hips to cup Jen’s firm bottom in his palms. She feels herself slicken, her breath deepens as instead of drawing back she presses herself further into the embrace. She really does not care who watches as her tongue thrusts between his lips... thinking to herself; if he wants to give them a show, a show these people shall have.
Jen steps back after assuring herself that this was indeed as far as they would go for the moment; they share appreciative smiles and find a booth over along the wall. Jennifer slides in first, pausing long enough to be sure to tantalize Ben (and several other observers, both men and women) with her beautiful legs and the highest of heels. Benjamin slides in beside her, takes her hand in his as they await a waitress to come take their order.

While waiting, they share light glances of lips together every short bit, just a flash of a caress, a touch of tongue to lips. Jen’s hand gently squeezes Ben’s before releasing it. She places his hand on her thigh on top your skirt and then lays her hand on-top his. Her fingers apply pressure as she none to subtly suggests that he should provide a bit of attention.

Ever so slightly her thighs part but just a bit as she relishes the pressure of his hands and feels his fingers traveling lightly over her skirt. Ben’s fingers flow up and aback down closer and closer with each trip to the hem line. Her lips lightly caress his neck as they pause in their conversation. She finds his hand sliding inward over her stocking covered thigh as his fingers and palm travel up to above the garter line to her bare soft flesh. In her chest, Jen’s breathe catches in her throat and she presses her leg further against his, sensing her need, her wanting for a more intimate caress. Ben finds himself sliding his hand slowly over and down to her innermost thigh. He feels the warmth of her. He feels the slick moistness that has seeped from within her to begin to dampen her labia as he touches her more directly and far more intimately.

Just as his finger finds her shroud to give Jen that touch she craves, their reverie is broken by the words of the waitress standing beside the table, “What can I get for you?” She asks. She can sense Jennifer’s arousal, although their activities beneath the table are hidden from view, it's clear she suspects. The waitress and Jen share a knowing look as she orders her drink and Ben orders his.
Jen presses Ben’s hand further between her thighs as his finger tip strokes over her clit and dips below to her slit below. Continuing to smile at the waitress, she turns to go fulfill their drink request. Benjamin and Jen watch her make her way through the crowd as Jen plies her lips against his and finds his tongue meeting hers.
Her hand presses his deeper between her thighs as together they watch their knowing friend walk away. They both notice that she's got quite a body beneath the black slacks and dark dress shirt she wears for her job... she possesses a firm ass hidden beneath the pants, long legs and before an ample bust, red hair that when released from the pony-tale would flow down her back. Jen suppresses a moan as Ben’s finger flicks softly over her clit.

She quivers slightly as the tips of his fingers slide over the semi swollen lips of her pussy, gathering the moisture that has gathered to glide over and around the shield surrounding her gently pulsing clit. Jen bites her lip to keep from releasing a gasp of pleasure as her eyes close to bare slits for a moment as she just languishes in the sensations. Ben’s finger slowly slides beyond the petals of flesh and deeper inside her... this time there is no stopping the rush from her throat.

Looking her deeply in the eyes, Jennifer sees the smile on his face knowing the pleasures she receives, those unknown to the others around and surrounding them.

Their red headed friend has returned with beverages, her eyes lock on Jen’s and a smile passes over her lips... she leans forward, providing them both a view of her cleavage, it's clear her red satin bra is struggling to contain her tits as she motions Jen forward... she in words only loud enough for the two of them to hear says, "Gawd I wish it was my tongue giving you that thrill right now." with a smile she gives Ben a peck on the cheek and with a wink to Jen she departs once again... They begin to laugh as Jen places her hand on his, bringing it from between her thighs as she gently take the tips of Ben’s fingers to her lips to taste of herself from them... soooo sweeeet.
Setting back into the booth and moving in even closer to him, her lips relish the taste of herself from his fingers. She feels her juice coating them to a shimmer before taking his face in her hands and plying her mouth firmly to his. Her tongue thrusts deep into his wanting and waiting mouth, their warm breath mingles as she lay her patterned thread clad leg over his, a shoe dangles from her foot as she feels the cool air rushing over the underside of her foot; she shudders slightly. Ben’s hand wastes not time in seeking her now slick cunt. He seeks and finds her swelling clit quickly and begins stroking her in tight circles as she begins to writhe beside him... the room continues to fill and yet no one seems to notice their pleasure directly, yet they each occasionally catch the glances of others.

Below the table, Jennifer’s sweet lips, now swollen and wet with her juices, glide under the pressures of his finger. She begins to seep from within, wetting the so very soft flesh of her innermost thigh. Above the table her other lips take a sip of her drink as she leans into Ben’s ear as though to speak, but all that can come from her are small groans of pleasure as you tries to tell him something.

Ben slowly withdraws his hand as Jen draws in a deep filling breath. Filling her lungs, her chest rises, the delicate fabric of her dress straining against her full chest. Ben casually leans over as though he was going to reach beyond her to quickly cup a breast within his hand, shrouded through both the bra and blouse, as he quickly gives the nipple a firm little grasp. Jen breathes in even deeper and he hears her utter, Ohhhh myyyy gawd that feels soooo good...as he releases her. They shift in their seats and straighten out a bit, but her long, silk clad leg still lays over his beneath the table.

Jen begins to cast her leg back and forth, knowing that just feeling her leg upon Ben’s sends his heart racing, adjusting slightly here and there as she seeks to find a more comfortable position. Finding one, they sip their drinks, catch their breath and share a deep kiss... tongues pass freely back and forth as lips caress... as they part from this sharing, Ben leans back and moves to rise from the table, "I'll be right back... don't go anywhere"...

While gone Jennifer’s mind wanders, wanders to her expectations for the way their time would or could go... so far, it's exceeded her expectations by every measure. Gauging by Benjamin’s reaction to the clothing she chose, she compliment her own choices, from the high heels and stockings, the matching lace garter, panties than now nestle in his, pocket and bra... the tight dress with skirt that she knew to be not too short but certainly short enough for their play and the top that shows off her neck with just the right cut to tease him with that which is beneath...

As she thinks, the thoughts continue as she finds her hand wandering to where Ben’s was only moments ago... smiling to herself thinking, here I am with my hand between my legs in the middle of a public place and all I can think about is how if he had only kept stroking me just as he was for a few moments longer I would have flooded his hand with my sweet cummmm and not have been able to hide the bliss from those surrounding us...

Jen’s thoughts are interrupted as the waitress returns to the table... "You seem to be having quite the date night huh! This round is on me" as she places two drinks on the table... Jen replies, "OMG you have no idea" with a broad smile and a complete blush, she looks into the waitress’ eyes and without realizing what's coming from her lips, nervously adds, "Thank you for the drinks, Maybe later you will let us return the favor".

Just as she finishes the sentence Jen looks over her shoulder and sees that Ben has arrived back at the table. Making a gentle excuse to get around their friend her hand darts out to along the front of his pant leg as he slides back in beside her. Her hand in his with a smile at them both and their waitress departs once again...

As he takes his place beside her, Ben leans in and brings his lips to hers, tongues darting forth against lips as Jens slide over his... back and forth their tongues flow between them ever deeper, exploring, tasting... Ben’s hands on her shoulders as she leaves one hand resting on the table, turn slightly to better face him, the hand float closer to him, just below the level of the table she reaches down between his legs.

She seeks to touch, feel and caress his prick through his slacks; the bulge she’s been noticing since the moment they met... finding what she seeks, a firm shaft, she wrap her hand around it through the material and gently strokes it as she plies her lips harder against his; thinking to herself... I can make him squirm too... her hand releases Ben’s cock and dips below to softly massage his balls... He entwines his fingers in her hair.

Breaking the kiss, He lean into Jen’s ear to whisper, "You have me so turned on again right now." To which she replies, "I know. If we could I would fuck the living shit out of you right here on the table"

Just the thought causes Jennifer’s pussy to tighten and juice a bit more... she doesn't really know what else to say so just smiles and shifts on over so Ben can move even closer beside her.

As they sip their drinks, holding a hand in hand their fingers to interplay together. Ben brings the tip of Jen’s index finger to his lips and gently begins to tease it with his teeth and tongue, wrapping it around and around before softly sucking it into his mouth... in his mind it's at first her nipple then her pulsing clit between his lips getting this treatment... he knows both are to come so just relishes in the thoughts and the sensations as Jen lays her beautiful leg over his once again.

She feels the heat between her thighs and can barely keep from beginning to grind at an imaginary prick sliding in and out of her well slickened slit. Ben feels this from her and taking your hand from his lips brings both their hands to between her soft thighs to tease Jen’s perfectly shaved pussy... just teasing; for neither of them want her to cummmm just yet. Not here, not now... "let’s go back to the room, somewhere where I can have that cock of yours in my pussy... I frickin want you inside me..." she says softly. She feels the juices from her now dripping pussy running down the crack of her ass and her skin is saturated with the now flowing stream of arousal.

Ben pauses to look into her eyes as he slides a finger and one of hers together deep inside her. Jen begins to quiver as she thrusts her hips up from the seat to drive them both deeper inside. Her eyes close as she bites her lip to keep from calling out... just as suddenly as they dove in, they pull their fingers out... no, it's not yet time to have her cum again, not yet.

Just as her eyes open, the waitress has rejoined them to stand at the side of the booth. She’s looking back and forth to her, then to him and then down to the seat where she can clearly see their hands together, wet with Jen’s juice, her pussy lips peeking from beneath her skirt. "I brought you your tab. and I'll take getting to watch you as my tip”, she places the paper on the table, licks her lips and utters, "Ohhh damn it I'm wet just watching that." as she turns to walk away.

Ben leaves some cash as Jen takes the pen and scrawls a phone number on the chit with the note... 'Call us when you get off tonite..'. She reaches into Ben’s pocket to extract her panties and leaves them on the table beside the bill. They gather themselves together, rise and head for the door.

Looking behind, they both clearly see the slick spot left where they were, they smile. Ben wraps his arm around Jen’s waist, she moves in closer to him as they exit.
Exiting to the busy street with his arm around her waist, they stop to turn face to face and his arms surround her as he draws her in close. “Damn it, I can’t stop kissing you. You are delicious.” Drawing out the delicious to the point of the word dripping from his lips as languished as when Jen’s pussy juice began to flow from within her. He says softly to you. Jen thrusts her lips to ply his as she seeks and finds his tongue with hers. Ben’s hands flow down to grasp each cheek of her amazing bottom in his grasp as he draws her in even closer. Feeling her breasts pressing firmly against his chest, her tummy against his he inhales deeply to gather her scent. His prick throbs as it hardens in his slacks. Through Jen’s tight skirt he feels the stocking garter lines as his fingers gently push the fabric of skirt beneath his grip into the crack of her beautiful ass.
Jen lets out a loud moan as she press herself forward further into the embrace. She feels the bulge in Ben’s slacks pressing against her. Scant inches above where she really desires to feel that bugle pressing. She wants that cock gliding in her hands, filling her mouth, driving in and out of her pussy and sinking slowly deep in her ass. She wants it all tonight, she wants it all now and is uncertain as to what she would love most next.
Her slick pussy wet and warm, her clit pulses for attention and the passionate ‘buzz’ she felt only moments ago in the bar, while subsided from the near orgasmic level has a persistence that she intends to see met. Her hands flow up and down over his shoulders and along his back as her tongue and his flow freely between them. People are passing by along the urban street look upon the two of them. Some with jealousy in their gaze, others with interest. One man mutters loud enough for them to discern his words, “Get a fuckin’ room.”
Parting lips but otherwise remaining exactly as they stand, stating as if in one voice, “what a great idea, let’s get back to the room”. Taking his hand in hers, their fingers entwine, they begin walking quickly toward the high tower not that far distant. Jen’s clear blue eyes glisten under the streetlights as they head straight towards the hotel.

Chapter 4
Entering the lobby, Ben suggests that she take a seat in one of the richly appointed chairs while he goes make sure they remade the room while they were gone. With a smile and a kiss they part, he hesitates to watch Jen walking, her fantastic legs in motion, noticing the height of her heels, the curve of her foot, the shape of her calves as they lead up to the sway of her hips as she walks and the set of her shoulders, her brown waves of hair flowing down her back. He’s amazed at her body and feel an anticipation of what is to come.
Jen reaches the high backed chair, turns and seats herself. Hiking the hem of her skirt just enough to be seated, she raises one leg to cross the other, while doing so, her eyes lock into his and she spreads her legs just barely wide enough to make sure Ben gets a glimpse of her milky thigh above the top of her stocking. After a moment, Ben finally turns and walks to the counter.
As he takes care of things, Jennifer is given a moment to think, she could not have known their time would go this way but had hoped that it would. She finds herself very happy with the ways he’s responded to her in every way and just as much so in how she have responded to him. She really can’t recall the last time she was this turned on. Her nipples, even now, strain against her bra wanting for attention, the shield of flesh that surrounds her clit pulsing causing a light quiver in her with every pulse each time it is lightly caressed by skin or skirt… She think, if he takes much longer that she is just going to scream.
Breaking her train of thought, Ben signals to gain her attention. Calling for her to join him, she rises and they take tandem routs to the bank of elevators. Ben reaches them ahead of her. He presses the button as she comes up beside him. Reaching over he takes her head between his hands and plies his lips to hers. In the state she are in, it is a kiss that takes her breath away and causes her knees to weaken and legs almost give way.
The doors open before them and close behind as they begin to rise. Just as the doors close and their assent begins without warning Jennifer finds him pressing her back against the wall. The vibrations of the elevator mechanics only enhance the quivering she feels within as her shoulders are pressed against the wall. Jen’s arms fly around his neck as she thrusts her hips forward to grind them against him hard. Without hesitation Ben’s one hand grasps and lifts the hem of her skirt exposing the flesh beneath to a rush of air and sense of freedom she did not expect. She feels her juices flowing between the swollen petals, her clit throbs and she feels the heat within flow forth as though she is about to combust.
His other hand reaches to her throat and below to the top most fastened button of her shear blouse. Deftly unfastening each closure, Ben tugs the dress’ blouse free from her skirt and peels it open. She feels his hand dive into the cup of the black lace bra to apply a firm grasp of her breast. Fitting within his palm perfectly as the hardened nipple presses beneath his hand an electric shock of delight courses through Jen to her core. His tongue travels over her throat. Kisses and caresses of his lips against her skin as she lays her head back against the wall, her brown eyes glean and close to become slits and she surrenders herself to the sensations. Warm breath against her chest as he kisses and licks his way along the curves of Jen’s flesh causes a deep moan to rumble forth from within.
Ben lowers himself to a knee before her. His tongue lashes out against her thigh as she leans back, keeping her balance with hands on his shoulders, He feel the pressure of Jen’s fingers gaining the purchase she needs, She raises a leg to wrap it over his shoulder as she spreads her thighs for him. His tongue lashes out against her pussy, the scents of her wanting wet slit fill Ben’s senses as he lashes over her labia with a firm hard stroking of tongue against flesh.
With one hand Jen reaches to the back of his head as she seeks to maintain her balance as they continue to rise in the building She steers his attentions while her other hand reaches down to between her thighs to dip one finger deep inside her hot wet cunt as Ben sucks her clit harder and harder, flashing his tongue against the pulsing nub of her erection.
Jennifer begins to quiver as his tongue darts out along her slit. Her finger glides out from her tunnel. She then does something that causes Ben to pulse even harder in his slacks. She brings it to her lips to taste of herself. Licking his way down to the base of her tight little snatch he presses his lips against her labia and sucks her into his mouth. Reaching his hand up between her legs he uses his finger tips to spread her cheeks slightly, just enough to lay a finger tip against her rosebud of an asshole and begin to stroke and tease it with just the tip as he plunges his tongue deep into her cavern. Jen quakes as her body seems to melt. She flows freely into his wanting and waiting mouth as he sucks you in and out, in and out, in and out.
Drawing back while maintaining connection to her wonderful flesh Ben’s tongue glides up and beneath her slit as he flicks his tongue back and for over the space between her slit and ass. Wrapping around her cunt lips, taking them in his mouth, drawing them in and driving up from below beneath her shroud he thrusts his tongue against her beautiful swollen clit. Jen cries out loudly as her body quakes. His lips surround her shield as he sucks on her alternating between a soft suckle and a true sucking as he feels her soft thighs quake against his cheek and neck. Pressing the tip of a finger against her ass he feels a subtle give inviting a deeper penetration, he continuse to just tease and stroke against it feeling it flex and relax with each caress, Jen’s moans utter forth from deep within her.
“ohhhhhhh gawwwwddddd, don’t stopppp” she manage to utter in almost more of a cry than a voice as she quakes from head to toe, “Don’t you dare fuckin stop…”. She feels her toes grasping at the bottom of her shoe as fingers close tightly in Ben’s hair. Her orgasm overwhelms. Beginning in the very center of her being it radiates through every fiber. She experiences the blood coursing through her veins as every nerve ending in her body springs to life. Jen’s breathing turns to gasps as she folds down upon herself in release. The walls within her cunt pulsing with release; contractions wrack her body from within the deepest corners and through every surface of her flesh. Every muscle; thighs, stomach, shoulders and arms reel in the effort as her cavern pulses over and over, her vaginal walls slamming together as the secretions flow from within her. Jen cries out in delight, moaning and laughing suddenly in her pleasure as she lets her body go to feel every ounce of complete pleasure.
Wave after wave of pure light and passion flows through her. Ben’s mouth surrounds her slit, tongue flashing against clit and he sucks her even harder, the intensity of her orgasm gets stronger and stronger as Ben plies his tongue to her now throbbing pulsing clit. Jen’s hand slams against the elevator wall, over and over as she feels her knees buckle and she sinks to the floor before him. A light sheen of sweat across her chest, skirt up over her hips, blouse open as her breathing begins to slow and regulate, Ben brings his lips to hers and softly kisses her as the release begins to subside. The elevator begins to slow, they reached the destination floor. Jen looks at her watch; it’s only just barely 8pm… this night has a long, long time to go before they will be through.

Chapter 5
Helping her to stand, shakily at first, Jen begins to straighten herself out a bit; Pulling down her skirt, tucking in the still open blouse, buttoning one button of her top before straightening the now slightly tousled hair. The doors open. Ben places his hand at the small of her back as they pass out of the elevator and into a long dimly lit corridor with little other than room doors at a regular distance of separation between them. She walks just slightly ahead of him and speaks over her shoulder as they pass down the hall.
Benjamin becomes fascinated by the way her perfectly shaped ass moves with each step taken. Her legs within the patterned hose drawing attention to the shape of her legs with each step. She glances back and reflects upon the bulge in his slacks. It’s now become more than evident to them both and Ben finds his balls are beginning to ache from having been so hard, so tuned on for so long without more than the caresses she gave back in the bar. Jennifer decides to do something about that.
Stopping dead in her tracks in the middle of the hall she turns to face him. “Right now, I’m going to blow more than your mind.” As her hands plunge down to his waist, one hand takes hold the front of his slacks as the other deftly downs the zipper. Her hand darts in and seeks his member, hard and wanting. She draws it out and reaches back in to gently bring out his sack as well.
Hard in her hand she wraps her fingers around his shaft, drawing slowly up her palm passes over the tip before she takes it back within her grasp. Jen bends at the waist, tongue darting out to flick along the underside of the swollen head. Stroking the base between finger and thumb, with a slow motion, her soft lips part as she surrounds and draws just the head into her mouth.
Ben takes her head in his hands, fingers entwined in her hair and grasps slightly as though to pull, the slight bit of tension causes a sensation of pleasure tinged with a tint of pleasant pain surface along her head as her tongue flicks along the underside of the cockhead in her mouth. She begins to draw her breach in creating a deep suction, sucking ever harder on it.
Softly at first and then harder you draw the first inch of his shaft in and apply even more pressure, she feels the first drops of pre-cum seep from the tip and onto her waiting tongue. Like a drop of honey, Jen wants and demands more. Her hands take him by the ass and holds him firm as she draws back and forth with a tight pressure of lips and a flashing tongue. She sinks to one knee before him and in the same motion draws his prick ever deeper in her mouth.
Leaning over from above, Ben reaches down and tears open her blouse. Being held closed by a single button, it took no strength to do. Reaching to her chest, each hand peels down a cup of the black lace bra to release each of her breasts in his hands. Ben’s pulsing smooth shaft slides in and out from between her lips as her head rocks to and fro. His hips thrust forward, almost forcing more cock down her throat than she is ready to take, instead of pulling back Jen stifles a gasp and uses her hands to drive Ben’s ass forward to take it. She sucks his prick hard and deep into her waiting mouth. Jen’s hands shift she slides her fingers into the crack of his ass.
Thinking of how good it felt to have her asshole stroked as Ben was going down. Her finger finds his tight hole and teases it as her mouth slides and sucks, releases and captures his dick. At one point she pulls back just a bit too far. His cock pops from within her mouth. His fingers find Jen’s amazing nipples as he begins to roll them between fingers and thumbs. Her pussy is dripping with juices as her hand strokes the shaft before her eyes. One clear drop of fluid gathers on the tip as her tongue and lips move in to capture it, relish it and savor its sweetness.
She leans slightly forward, the smooth shaft of the hard prick still within her hand, her other hand lightly teasing his ass and her tongue licks its way from the base of his cock to the tip. Lifting his cock her tongue darts down below as she laps at his sack. Wrapping her sweet lips around each ball she very gently sucks each one in turn as her tongue flicks against the smooth skin. Jen feels that cock pulse against her hand as she presses her check against his thigh.
Stroking with fingers, she jerks his prick at the base, additional clear drops of pre-cum gather under the head of the luscious dick. Rubbing it against her neck for it to leave a trail of slickness behind against her skin, she squeezes the thick hard shaft in her grasp as she plays her tongue beneath his balls. She feels Ben’s nuts tighten and pulls her lips back… She wants that reward but no, not yet.
With a single move of shoulders and a flick of her hand, Jen wraps her lips around the head of the cock in her mouth to take it all the way down. Her tongue flowing along the shaft, she takes more and more. Her throat surrounds it as she tightens her lips to suck it hard. Her head rolling back and forth on sher shoulders as she takes it down her throat. All the way down until she can take no more, her nose buried against his stomach as she drives his ass forward to keep that prick embedded deep down her throat.
Ben’s hips rock forward as his hands go to the back of Jen’s head. Holding her there as the sensations of wet warmth wrap around his cock sinks into his balls. He has him just where she wants. Right on the verge of giving his jism as she releases his ass, pulls her head back, places her hand upon his hip and gently pushes him back a step.
Rising to stand before him, the hotel hallway stretches before them, doors spaced at intervals to their right and left. Jennifer adjusts her skirt as it’s risen to reveal the tops of her stockings and a glancing peek her sweet little pussy. They can clearly see the state of her arousal as Jen’s juices glisten at her very center. She reaches out to take his hand moves in close and they seek the door that matches the number on the key. With each step taken, Ben watches the sway of Jen’s hips. He follows the curve of her calf below the hem of the skirt and becomes enthralled with the design of the dark stockings she’s chosen this eve. The leopard heels give rise to her step, accentuates the arch of her foot and places call to the form of the ankles with each step taken.
They find themselves before the facetted white door with a brass knob and lock. Placing the key and turning the knob, Ben opens the door. His hand flows to the small of Jen’s back as she accepts the guidance into the room. The curtains are drawn, a single lamp on a dresser provides a dim light within the elegantly appointed room. The door closes behind them as they come into an embrace.
Jen’s arms flow over Ben’s shoulders as he wraps his around her hips. They draw each other in tightly as bodies meld together. She feels his erection through his slacks pressing against her. Her breasts, still contained within blouse and bra, strain for release against his chest. Ben’s lips begin at the base of her throat and caress along the line of her neck to the jaw. Her lips and his meet as tongues pass back and forth in passion and they taste of each other fully. Standing nearly eye to eye with Jen in heels, looking deeply into each other’s eyes, not a word need be spoken. Clear is the desire, clear is the need, clear is the pleasure of knowing both will enjoy every sensation that is to come.
Peeling herself apart from the embrace, she turns on her toe to face the wall. Bending slightly at the hip she thrusts her skirt clad bottom against him, feeling the now hard shaft pressing against her ass through the clothing separating them. His hands on her hips giving support as she seeks to help retain balance, Ben presses her to the wall. Her legs part slightly as his fingers roll under the hem of the short skirt to draw it up. Her perfect ass flesh before him, he sinks to a knee behind her.
Lips flow to the flesh before him, hands caressing and stroking her flesh. Drawing his tongue along a tan line and follow over the curve of her rounded cheek. Slowly her soft flesh is revealed. Bending further, extending hips back as Jen’s beautiful ass comes fully into view. His tongue flows from the small of the back, down along the parting of her flesh and down over the softest part of your inner thigh… a moan escapes her lips as she reaches down and into her blouse, to then glide into the black lace bra as she cups a breast in hand.
Her fingers seek and find a nipple, squeezing it softly at first and alternately more and more firmly between finger and thumb, Ben’s tongue flows up and down the crack of her rounded bottom as the electric jolts of pleasure flow through her being. With a flick of tongue, his lips and mouth pass along the lips of Jen’s pussy, wrapping around her clit, softly and slowly passing along her wet slit and swollen lips of flesh, pressing against the tender places that separate her slit from her rosebud as he licks and softly sucks as his tongue wraps around her sweet pussy and tight little asshole. He drives his tongue deep into her ass.
Jen’s body begins to shudder. Her head swims and she feels yourself weaken at the knees. She struggles to maintain balance and has taken about as much as she desires before believing she would just collapse to the floor. She turns to face Ben once again. Her skirt hiked to her hips, her blouse open with a swollen nipple exposed. Reaching out she take his tie in her grasp. Placing an impassioned kiss on his lips, the silk tie glides through her fingers as she backs slowly to a sofa in the middle of the room taking Ben with her.
He shrugs the jacket from his shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. Reaching forward to take her blouse within each hand and with a sudden pull he pops the final button open and peels it quickly down her shoulders and down Jen’s arms. Your lace bra is all that remains between your upper body and my full attention. Your erect nipples stand at attention as we reach the couch behind you. You fall back on the sofa as you release my tie allowing the flowing silk flow through your now open hand.
You reach for my fly as you deftly unfasten my belt. Your desire to have my shaft in your hands, against your flesh is only surpassed by my desire to fill you with it. To take my hard cock, bring it to the swollen tender lips of your slit and to sink deep into your body. Your hand reached into my slacks and you wrap your hand over the silk boxers you discover beneath them and begin to stroke me in hand. I snug out of my shoes and allow my slacks to fall from my hips, down to the floor. You shift on the couch, your legs bent at the knee fall to the floor as I move between your thighs. You spread them to accept me between them.
Your dark net clad thighs rise and wrap around my hips. I take your right thigh and then calf in my hand and raise it to over my shoulder, your ankle glancing against my neck. Turning my head, my tongue runs a slow line from your heel along the curve of your arch, running over both shoe and net as the shoe you wear allows. With one hand stroking my throbbing prick through the silk boxers, your other cups your breast in hand. You draw me forward.
Thrusting your hips up you press my cock against you. Even through my boxers it sends a jolt of complete pleasure through us both. I reach down to peel you’re your wet slit apart as you duck my cock out of my boxers to rub the reddish head of my aching cock against the shield of flesh that surrounds your pulsing clit. Your juices flow from between the swollen lips of your hot slit as they run a small stream down the crack of your ass.
Rubbing it as you desire, your eyes softly close as the feelings, the physical intensities; the emotions carry you along a journey of ecstasy and desire to be filled. The tip of my prick begins to seep sweet clear drops of fluid that serve to slicken you further. You dip the tip an inch down and play me over your petals and begin to wrap around me as you take just the head of my cock into your hungry cunt.
Your body quivers softly as you feel your petals wrapping around me, drawing my cock in with each motion. Drawing back and gently pushing forward, we move together as you feel yourself taking more and more of me within you. Your hips moving side to side as you gyrate yourself further and further onto my cock, feeling my shaft sliding along your cavern walls your hand releases my shaft as there is no longer any concern of losing me from inside you. My fingers seek your shield and your clit. Stroking and rubbing you, pressing your clit against my shaft as it glides in and out of your tight tunnel. You feel the walls deep inside you contracting around me, grasping at my shaft as though to keep me deep inside you.
Your thighs quiver against me. I hold your leg over my shoulder running my tongue along your calf as your shoe drops off your foot to land on the floor at my feet. Your patterned silk clad foot plays to my hand as my fingers play over and between your toes. A soft groan escapes your lips as you press the side of your foot against my neck. “I want you deeper inside me… ohhhh yeassss, deeper” you plead as we thrust to meet each other in every increasing strokes of my rod within your warm quivering tunnel.
Your foot in my hand, with fingers pressing against your sole, your heel, the ball of your foot, I bring your toes to my lips and begin to kiss each in turn. Pressing the stockings between them I glide my tongue into each crevice and once in a bit run my lips and tongue along the sole and arch of your foot. My balls slapping against your ass with each thrust deep into your body sends quivering to becoming a rocking quake from deep within you. You cannot stand it anymore. With a sudden thrust you drive yourself forward to impale my prick deep inside you. “damn, damn, damn” you begin to utter, pleading for more between quavering screams of passionate outpouring, deeper, harder and encouraging words of, “ohhh yesss… just like that”, “right there, ohhh my gawd just right there…” come from us both. It just feels amazing as sweat breaks from our bodies.
Needing an even deeper penetration, you roll your body and rise to your knees on the firm cushions of the sofa, your foot slipping from the attention of my lips and tongue. You kneel before me with your legs spread wide, your bottom in the air and my pick slamming in and out of your sweet slit. Your long thick brown hair splays over your shoulders as you burry your face in a pillow to stifle a loud scream of delight. Your breasts sway with your hips as you rock yourself back and forth and I glide in and out. Your juices slicken us both. Your cavern quivering, grasping as I lean over your back to whisper in your ear, “Yesss … milk my cock with your pussy… milk it…” you squeeze your muscles, tightening around me. You feel my prick pulsing inside you with each stroke.
Reaching down your body, your hands reach for us. With one hand your fingers press your clit against my shaft while with your other you begin to glide your digits over your labia and my balls. So hot, so wet, so hard. Your quivering becomes a quaking as you feel the rush of heat in your center and spirit. Your orgasms are not far away, you just want to cummmm on me, to drench us with your juices, to reduce yourself to complete loss of physical measure and to lose yourself in the delights. You are overcome by sensations and emotions; you cannot recall feeling so good, so strongly as you feel my kisses upon the back of your neck and your shoulder, my dick sliding in and out of your body.
I reach down and grasp your ass cheek in my hand as I press forward deeper and deeper inside you… “Yesssss, fill me… fill me now…” you plead. Your body quickens as you feel the rush of your orgasm begin to flow from within the center of your being. My finger tips begin playing over your tight flower of an asshole, this simple touch puts you over the top.
You begin to feel yourself founting. Your juices pour forth over my shaft and down over my balls. Cries of your release, almost a sob of relief begin to pour forth from your lips as you feel every part and piece of your body, from lips to the tips of your fingers and toes convulse. The heat of flush flows across your chest as your nipples engorge to become over sensitive. You thrash as I drive myself forward harder and deeper in and out of your amazing body. Taking a handful of your thick hair, I pull your head back, your jaw drops slack, your eyes close tighter and you call out in absolute pleasure. Your body collapses on itself, you quiver, you have lost any sense of control over your hands, your lips, your legs… the sensations fill you. Rush after rush of release course through your entire being. Your breathing comes in gasps, your vision carries you into a fog then amazing clarity as you ebb and flow through the orgasms that pulse and course through you. Each time you feel it beginning to wane, my still thrusting cock and stroking finger brings you back to complete loss and even more complete release all over again, and again. Time ceases to have meaning as you languish in the gift we share.
As reality begins to return, I slide from within you as I slide over to sit beside you. You slouch into my chest as we cuddle together. Your breathing still irregular. Small courses of bliss ripple through you in decreasing frequency as your body begins to settle. Your skirt around your hips, you adjust your bra to cover your breasts as you recline against me and we begin to return to a semi normal state. I look into your eyes as you look into mine and we can plainly see the connection remains while our bodies have separated. You exist within me as you have kept a part of me within you.
We recline in each other’s arms. Semi dressed, satiated for the moment as we talk softly together about things that really don’t matter. You realize that while we both had just celebrated your second orgasm for the eve, you had yet to gain the reward from me that you desire. The thoughts run through your mind of just how you would want to receive this from me. Options run through your mind… hmmmmmmm would I want his cummm in my mouth or in my hands, would loveee to see his cock in my hands as he spews his jism over my nipples and splashing across my chest again as earlier in the eve or over my toes and feet. How would it feel to feel him fount deep inside my quivering pussy or flowing his juice on my tummy. Would he suck his cummm from my tight ass or let it splash over my lower back… All of these questions and not yet a real answer is in your vision for what you would desire most.
Your thoughts are interrupted by the ringing of the phone. Taking it in your hand, you don’t recognize the caller but decides to answer it. A familiar voice is on the other end of the line, it’s our friend; the waitress from earlier in the eve…

Chapter 6
Your voice becomes bright as you smile broadly my way. You rise from the sofa, pick up your sho