Butterscotch
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“I ordered butterscotch,” she said, in a voice that sounded like she was unaccustomed to speaking over the meaningless noise of other people. It was a refined, educated voice but it was a voice that gave the impression that its possessor might have been more comfortable communicating in whispers. An English voice; not remarkable in London , and certainly pleasant to listen to with its warm, soft and almost timid tone.
“I’m sorry, I’ll just change that for you,” replied the waiter then hurriedly picked up the cup and departed. Getting up to leave, I turned abruptly and saw her face for the first time. Her eyes were downcast as she concentrated on sending a text message. I took my time putting my jacket back on and straitening it, while looking at her long, honey blonde hair and lips of pale vermillion. She was smartly dressed in a grey business suite and wore a few discreet rings along with a small gold watch. She now glanced at the watch then unceremoniously tossed the phone back into a small handbag. She looked up. The waiter had just reappeared and I saw her blue eyes catch the light and smile as she noticed that he was heading towards her carrying a fresh cup of coffee. The British would have called her posh but there seemed to be nothing ostentatious or pretentious about her. Her face simply possessed enough of those indefinable qualities that make a face beautiful. Sure, beauty is in the eye of the beholder; but trust me when I tell you that this woman was beautiful by any definition. The waiter set the cup down, made a brief apology, and then walked off. After a moment she took a sip and put the cup back down; evidently satisfied that this was now the right flavour of coffee. I had to get back to the office but as I left the café and for the rest of that day, the image of this beautiful woman stayed in my mind. I don’t know why I noticed her voice, quiet though it was, over the general din of the café that day but I am either romantic or cynical enough to believe in fate. Next day I arrived at the café a little early but she wasn’t there. I stayed for an hour, had lunch and two cups of coffee; the second of which was flavoured with butterscotch. I liked it. Just as I was gathering my few possessions and preparing to leave, I saw her arrive. We were about the same height and she walked with a certain confidence that had not been evident in her voice. She took a seat at a table near mine and sat back in her chair. Her honey coloured was hair tied back, allowing me to better see her slender cheek bones, delicately arched brows and the graceful outlines of her face. She wore light make up, letting a few freckles peek through around a strong, elegantly shaped nose. But again, it was her eyes that most captured my attention; large, dreamy and soulful, they spoke of intelligence, passion and cool sophistication. Eyes insatiable of amorous hours, fervent as fire and delicate as flowers…. Hastily, I pretended to take something out of my wallet and sat back down. An instant later a waitress appeared to take her order. “A cup of butterscotch coffee please, no sugar,” she said quietly. The waitress nodded and left. I then heard a ring tone. It was a lively tune that I instantly recognized; Bach’s Badinarie, the concluding movement of his second orchestral suite . It was her phone ringing. She also had taste. “Hello, Tamsin speaking.” So she had a name . She listened for some time to someone who did most of the talking; her replies being mainly yes and no. Then she said, “Artemisia antiqua, would you like me to spell it for you?….that’s right…..dot co, dot UK ….yes, yes, ok thank you.” Just then my own phone rang. Shit, it was my boss. I was late. I made a mental note of the web address and hurried out of the café into the bustle of London in the early afternoon. I paid no attention to the meeting that I was late for, I cancelled two appointments that I had later that afternoon and I said goodbye to no one when I left the building at 5:15. All I could think about was Tamsin and butterscotch coffee. The rest of that week passed like a restless dream; a series of vague, unconnected and largely meaningless events revolving around the central mystery of the woman from Artemisia Antiqua. The website turned out to be a very classy setup selling valuable antique artifacts; coins, statuettes, jewels, vases, tribal art and jade from almost every one of the world’s ancient cultures. Her picture was there, smiling enigmatically from the screen of my laptop. Tamsin Thorne, she was one of their specialist consultants and her area of expertise was ancient coins. The rest of the staff were a lot of venerable, old professorial types in their sixties. There was also a ‘team’ photo with all of them together. She was the only woman. Man, did she look out of place! Days passed and I continued to see her at the café, but not on every day. The days when she was absent made the place look and feel like an ornate picture frame from which a masterpiece had been rudely torn. Then one day, about two weeks after I had first seen her, everything changed. She did not make an appearance at the café and I went home in the rain, cold, bored and a little dejected. Luckily, my apartment building was only a few blocks away but the traffic and the crowded streets turned the short journey home into a tedious chore. At length, I reached the door of my building and paused to find my key. I then became aware that someone was standing next to me. It was her. She looked me straight in the eye and in a quiet yet confident voice she said, “I’ve noticed you looking at me at the café.” I was speechless and must have only nodded my head. “Well, the truth is, I’ve been looking at you too. Wanna fuck?” I then totally lost what little power I had to form a coherent answer and must have nodded again; I can’t quite recall. We entered the hallway and I led her to the elevator. I managed a smile which she promptly returned. The elevator doors opened to reveal the building’s caretaker, a dour, hawk-faced old Scots woman who turned away as she saw us, to face the elevator’s control panel. I pressed the button hard for the fifth floor, turning away from Tamsin as I did so. Then the crazy notion entered my head that I was going to turn back and find that she had vanished. But there she stood, a reality of living, breathing loveliness. I moved and stood next to her as the elevator began its ascent. The old caretaker briefly looked round at us. Then Tamsin looked me in the eye and with her sophisticated English voice full of sincerity, she said, “Don’t worry, I’m not a whore, but I am a slut.” I could not believe she had said this and I instantly realized that she intended to shock the old woman as much as to surprise me. The statement achieved both objectives and I heard a disapproving mutter escape the old woman’s lips as she got off at the fourth floor. I fumbled with my door key and pushed the door so hard that the impact rattled the floor boards. As soon as we were inside and the door was shut, I felt my tie being pulled. I turned to find a pair of full lips and two dreamy blue eyes totally filling my field of view. Her kisses were long and slow at first, then they grew in intensity. She lightly raked the back of my neck with her nails making it tingle and soon her eager tongue began to explore my mouth. My hands slipped behind her and found her shoulders, I brought her closer, and then she moved me against the wall. It’s always exciting when a woman takes the initiative, so when I felt her loosen my tie and unbutton my shirt I began to feel the serious stirrings of lust. Our kisses became more furious. To add to the drama, she would occasionally break away for an instant to look at me in the eye and smile mischievously. The more she did this, the more she turned me on; it was as if we were doing something clandestine and deliciously illicit. At last I felt her hands unfasten my belt and she stopped kissing me. She looked me in the eye again for a long moment with that faintly perverse smile. Then she knelt down. She swept her hair to one side and pulled my boxers down with both hands. My cock was already well on its way to hardness as she grabbed it by the head, “You know, I would have blown you in the lift had that old woman not been there.” She giggled slyly and for the third time that day, I was struck dumb. But then all thought, all reason and all logic left me as her lips, her tongue and her cheeks began to produce a beautiful rhythm deep in my soul. Before long, my cock pulsed with life as it was tortured first with gentle instruments of honey, silk and satin, then massaged by strong, supple pressure working its base in just the right way. This woman was good, too good and I knew that I could not hope to resist such a fierce onslaught for long. I placed a hand on her head and she paused. Then the smile returned, “I’m not going to stop.” Who was I to argue? She went on, alternately licking and pumping the shaft of my cock. I leant against the wall and tried to tear my eyes away from her beautiful golden head as it rocked back and forth; faster and faster. Delicious minute followed upon delicious minute. Her every motion was like the warm caress of a tropical sea and I found myself adrift upon it, sailing closer and closer to the island of dreams fulfilled. She moaned as I stared at the ceiling, I looked at some of my paintings, I thought about my office, Tax time, Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uhhhhhh hhhaaaa haa! Her hand squeezed me once more and I totally surrendered. My eyes rolled back, my teeth clenched, my fingertips pressed into the wall, my back arched and I became rigid all over. I held my breath and unleashed shot after shot of my DNA into her greedy mouth. As I came, she stopped moving her head and drank the come from the tip of my cock as though it was a straw. Her hand meanwhile, milked my balls and squeezed the base of my shaft till it felt like I was drained dry. I exhaled loudly and shivered as she stood up; still with her hand on my cock. She smiled triumphantly and licked her thumb with the tip of her tongue, “Mmmm, butterscotch, my favourite.” Later we relaxed on the couch and had a couple of gin and tonics; that most English of drinks. “What’s your name?” she asked me quietly. “Josh, Josh Mackay.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you Josh,” she said formally, then added, “I’d tell you my name but then, you already know it. In fact, you know a lot more about me than I know about you.” I nodded slowly, “Tamsin Thorne. Ancient numismatics, Artemisia antiqua.” She smiled; it seems I had solved one of the sphinx’s riddles. Then I added, “But I should be careful with the term ancient; I’ve seen some of the guys you work with.” She laughed. She then glanced at the window. It was only about 6pm but quite dark outside with a gusty wind rattling the window panes. “How’s that little Vietnamese place up the street?” “Umm, good. I’ve only been there a couple of times. Would you like to try it?” “Certainly.” I gave her a scarf and a warm overcoat to wear and with an arm around each other, we braved the cold, windswept street. I guess our trip to the restaurant qualified as a first date, although we said little; taking the time instead to enjoy a steaming bowl of pho and spicy cold rolls. Small talk aside, Tamsin was good company and in the low light I began to appreciate how beautiful she really was. Not just beautiful either, she was hot; looking just as adorably fuckable in an overcoat as she did nude. How good she did look I was soon to discover. We left the restaurant after about an hour and a half, by which time the weather had eased considerably, so we took our time strolling back towards my building. I fought the urge to ask her to come up but I hoped that my arm around her shoulders would make it clear that I didn’t want her to leave. I needn’t have worried for as we reached the building I noticed her waiting patiently for me to open the door. Once in the elevator, she made some favorable comments about the beef and noodle soup we had just eaten then I felt her hand rub my cock through my jeans. Again that devilish smile told me exactly what she had in mind and when she proceeded to unzip my jeans, I protested lamely. “Ok, but I will convert you.” Tapping her foot with a mild look of impatience, she turned to face the doors of the lift. As soon as they opened, she strode out briskly and took off the overcoat. I quickly opened my door and did not even have time to set my keys down. She gripped my collar and led me to the couch. Next she quickly shed her clothes and kicked them aside almost with contempt. I looked at her in awe. She saw the look on my face and decided to tease me by swaying from side to side while rubbing her sides slowly with her palms spread. She then cupped her breasts with both hands, raised them slightly and turned to the side. With her hair covering one eye she said, “You like?” She didn’t wait for my answer but went to the gas heater, squatted in front of it and turned it on. As I looked at her squatting there with her hair running down her back like a golden waterfall, my blood temperature must have risen by several degrees. She turned around and came up to me. She had that seductively crafty look on her face again as she started removing my clothes. I helped her and we finally stood in front of each other, totally nude. “Mmmm, it looks like the rest of you, Josh Mackay, might be just as delicious as your cock.” I chuckled then shook my head in disbelief, “And you, you look…. totally awesome.” That must have been the understatement of my life. From her luscious grapefruit sized breasts with their pert rosebud nipples, to her discreetly pierced navel, to an almost invisible brush stroke of blond pussy hair – such as Renoir might have painted, Tamsin was exquisite. She took a step closer and I put my hands on the curves of her hips then ran my palms up her sides, over her back, across the cheeks of her butt and down her legs. It was my turn to look her in the eye, “Every turn and glance of thine, every lineament divine.” “You’re quite the romantic I see,” she whispered and our lips locked. I kissed her passionately and she seemed a little surprised at first, but she soon outdid me and it was quite a task matching her intensity. Our tongues wrestled and our lips burned, I bit her chin, and her cheeks, she reciprocated by licking my earlobes and biting my throat, she ran her tongue down my neck to my chest and back again; leaving cool tingling lines as her saliva evaporated. The whole time I massaged her shoulders, caressed her waist and occasionally, I gripped her butt cheeks and parted them with both hands, bringing her body snugly up against me. I now felt a slender hand close around the head of my cock and tug it gently. But she was only leading me to the couch where she sat back and spread her legs. That same beautifully manicured hand reached down and now rubbed and tugged at the delectable object that I had tried to imagine many times since I first laid eyes on her. I knelt down like a devotee before the image of a goddess. Her eyes narrowed and in a loud whisper she said, “Lick me.” Her pussy was as beautiful as the rest of her and I took the time to appreciate its delicate pink loveliness. Moist as it was, it might have been some rare tropical flower glistening with dew. I took her hands and made her spread the lips, then with my tongue I explored her every fold and plunged it as deep into her as it would go. She responded with sweet sounds of lust and delight, the like of which I have seldom heard. Encouraged, I renewed my efforts; putting heart and soul into the task of bringing bliss to this nymph. I lapped up her juices and made circles around her clit, gently at first, taking time over this most precious of all her manifold treasures. My tongue danced over it, teasing it more and more until I felt her hands grasp the back of my head and push my mouth still deeper into her. Then the nails of one hand dug into the back of my head while with the other, she gripped my shoulder. I realized that she was about to come so I continued licking her clit furiously. Again and again she cried out and it was a long time before her cries subsided. Her voice was pure music to me; in it I heard triumph and tragedy, ecstasy and elation, exultation and vulnerability. It was the voice of unsullied truth. When at last she was silent I slowly raised my head. I fought the urge to dry my chin lest she take this as a mild insult. I was met by two eyes; dark, unfathomable, framed by more than the usual measure of white. Had I surprised her? She said nothing but drew me towards her. Now there was need in her eyes. She put her arms around me and rested her head on my shoulder. I could feel her breath on my chest; long, slow, cathartic, contented. I smiled to myself; we didn’t need words. After we had lain on the couch for a while, gently touching each other, she got up and asked me where the bathroom was. I watched her pad away lazily like a leopard replete after the kill, with her head to one side as though she was lost in thought. My eyes savored legs, hips and butt, shoulders swaying and most potent of all, tumbling golden hair; beautiful beyond words. I heard water running in the bathroom then she returned looking like the other side of loveliness, but now there was purpose in her stride. She bent over, kissed me on the forehead and grasped my shoulder. “Carry me to bed; I think it’s time for your reward.”Diverting her attention momentarily from the road, Tamsin smiled at me. I had seen that smile before; it was full of comfort and reassurance. Not that I needed to be reassured but life with Tamsin was full of surprises and it had become increasingly obvious to me that she felt she always needed to prepare me for the next one. The last one had come the night before, at the close of our remarkable evening at Creatrice. She had informed me that we were to visit her grandmother at her home in...
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My first encounter...in a train compartment.It was almost exactly a year since my 'Changing Room' incident that was revealed in my previous story. I was a year older, but was I any wiser? I'd been working away from home for the whole of my summer holidays and it was time to return there, and then within days back to school. I was 16 and had been 'sort of apprenticed' to a foreman in charge of refurbishing shops for the last 6 weeks. The job wasn't really the type most schoolboys got in their...
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Many would have considered the Terrace Heights Apartments a dump. It was a square five-story building that stood atop a small ridge in southwestern Madison WI. The exterior was covered fake fieldstone, including the small balcony outside each apartment. That fieldstone was dirty and weathered from years of neglect. The first floor hallway was dimly lit. The dark green paint on the walls didn’t help any. The area off that hallway which held the vending machines was lit by the lights inside the...
Collin pulled her closer against his chest, his hands softly caressing her breasts, he heard her moan, he came awake, for a moment confused, looking at the sleeping woman in his arms he smiled softly at her. This was what he wanted, to feel her warm body and see her sweet face as he woke each morning, to hear her gentle breathing and feel it against his skin. His hand lay on her stomach, he gently rubbed his hand back and forth, A hatchling, no he corrected himself, a child, a human child,...
After the first month or so of school, memories of the summer holidays had faded quickly. The study workload had increased dramatically, and I was glad I had taken the time to set myself a strict program. With schoolwork, practice for my next piano grade exam, and rehearsals and playing at the Mirage, Friday nights were my only regular free time. After the blow-up with Katey Jackson, I didn’t bother going to the youth group meetings on Sunday nights, which gave me some time to get things...
The trouble came when EK0803 was assigned to wait on table at a banquet and was grabbed by an old retired army officer who had been a close friend of the Emir's father. He was now almost totally unable to perform sexually, and when he failed with EK0803 it was natural that he should blame her. He complained loudly to the Emir in front of several other guests and the Emir decreed that she should be given to the old man as some small recompense; he could then do with her whatever he wished....
THE PARTNERSHIP June recognised the woman she was standing beside at the counter of the department store. She could not remember her name but knew she had seen her somewhere before. They were both in the lingerie department about to pay for their goods. In the woman's arms were two outlandish night dresses and several pairs of underwear that were definitely too big for her. "For the mother-in-law?" June inquired, and the lady replied, "Actually no, for my husband." June just...
Jake’s dreamed of him and Catherine standing on the bridge of the Karenna sailing the skies. In the dream, Catherine was holding their infant son. The eels were there along with many tiny eels floating around them. The dream changed, Jake was laying in his bed. Catherine was lightly stroking his face. Then she kissed him and covered him with a blanket. The dream ended and he drifted deeper into slumber. He was awoken by a knock on his cabin door. Jake sat up looking around. It took a few...
Image of perfection Object of an affection in sexing Fantasizing freaky positions of you in submission Pushing pulling twisting and moaning A Place where I could store my erection Splendid features Tongue kissing fucking Look up cause I got mirrors on the ceiling Reflecting your ass bouncing silly Soon as you come in right away If you’re willing Splay your legs open Game played by 2 My sexual motivation Got you yelling spots for me to do? Amazed by the way you grind Just for fun I bet ill...
"I'm sorry, Mr. Sands," the conductor explained, "I know you have a reservation for a private berth, but due to over booking all we have left is a compartment for two!!!" "Your berth mate is a nice young man, so we hope you can see your way clear to accept these alternate accommodations at no cost to you of course!!!" The train was about to leave the station and Vic Sands was just finding out that his reservation on the Overland Chief from Chicago to Seattle was not being honored because of...
GayPartner's by Brigitte What's eating you? Huh, what do you mean? You've been acting like your about to testify on something you had no involvement on. I don't understand; what do you mean? Barbara I have been your partner for the past four year's. we have been through too much together... Mark If you think I'm going to let you down? NO. no, what I am trying to say is ... I don't know how to put it except... I care. What is wrong? Barbara look's away and start's to cry. ...
Desde hacia un tiempo tenia un amigo, más o menos fijo, con el que quedaba en su casa y me follaba muy bien. Era su putita, como el decía y yo hacía todo por complacerle.Era madurito, bien conservado, depilado y vicioso, con ganas siempre de hacer cosas nuevas, probar, etc. etc. Me hacía vestir de cosas que le ponían. Me marcaba una especie de guión y yo, su putita, se lo hacía. Me compraba la ropita y los zapatos que quería que me pusiese, los juguetes con lo que me penetraba o me excitaba,...
A recent post prompted a comment that made me think about why I found this series so intensely erotic, and why I still watch it at every opportunity when it is on TV.The scene is of the deflowering of the slave Diona (2:54 in the clip).https://xhamster.com/videos/lucy-lawless-jaime-murray-marisa-ramirez-spartacus-2076904A commenter asked why was this posted her as it is not even porn. However I think of porn as being the depiction of sexual behaviour in film, books, dance or live, that is...
A recent post prompted a comment that made me think about why I found this series so intensely erotic, and why I still watch it at every opportunity when it is on TV. The scene is of the deflowering of the slave Diona (2:54 in the clip).A commenter asked why was this posted her as it is not even porn. However I think of porn as being the depiction of sexual behaviour in film, books, dance or live, that is designed to arouse and cause sexual excitement. This is not explicit in that we see no...
When my girlfriend and me broke up, I moved in to some apartments that was on the other side of town. It was a nice apartment, it overlooked the pool, and it was on the second… When my girlfriend and me broke up, I moved in to some apartments that was on the other side of town. It was a nice apartment, it overlooked the pool, and it was on the second floor. The bad thing was the glass door leading to the deck outside and the drive to my job. The drive to my job was a 30 minutes without...
StraightThe recent event formed the theme of conversation throughout all Paris. Emmanuel and his wife conversed with natural astonishment in their little apartment in the Rue Meslay upon the three successive, sudden, and most unexpected catastrophes of Morcerf, Danglars, and Villefort. Maximilian, who was paying them a visit, listened to their conversation, or rather was present at it, plunged in his accustomed state of apathy. "Indeed," said Julie, "might we not almost fancy, Emmanuel, that those...
My movement woke Shan up, I felt him stir before his grip on me tightened and he took a deep breath. I felt him hesitate for a second before he realised it was me. I pretended as if I were still asleep to see what he would do. He breathed in my scent as his arm travelled higher and his hand found my left breast. He drew me in closer as he leaned over me trapping his hand cupping my breast under us. I felt his lips on my neck as he squeezed my breast gently. He planted light kisses on the back...
I woke up in the middle of the night to find my panties damp and my nipples swollen. I was hot, the covers tangled at my feet. My satin blouse stuck to my sweaty chest, I could feel the heat emanating from my vagina. I got out of bed and walked over to the window opening it up to let in the cool air. The back of my apartment building overlooked a large forested area which encircled a lake. Untouched by the lights of the city the moon lit up the tops of the trees and reflected off the flowing...
On the other side next to him sat Mary. Seth whispered something in her ear and he noticed that Mary was blushing. Her lips formed a word, she then sighted and walked off into the kitchen. John looked surprised but Seth ignored his slave. When Mary came back, she bend forwards, with her back to Seth, to put a fresh beer on the table. He hiked up her skirt and saw her thong inside her pussy, just as Seth had ordered her minutes before. Mary put the skirt back and walked away, He noticed that...
A couple of hours later I woke up to a small hand slowly moving the length of my cock. Up and down in long smooth strokes, I softly moaned as the hand made my cock harden. I gathered my wits together enough to figure out it was Havana's hand. I turned toward her and we kissed. Her lips still had the taste of Liz as we made out. My right arm drew her left breast to my face as I drew it into my mouth. I dropped my hand down to her sweet valley and slowly traced small circles with my...
This house was built just for my twisted tendencies. The dungeon is actually a concrete bunker divided into two rooms. The bunker was built and buried a year or so before the house, while the hay was high and no one could see what was going on. All the walls, floors, and ceilings are three foot thick reenforced concrete, at least 12 feet underground. The house was built a year later on what appeared to be undisturbed ground, So the bunker is not in the drawings and not on file with the...
Two older teens maybe 18 or 19 had snuck in the yard and were skinny dipping and fondling each other in the pool. The girl was slightly more developed than Danni, her hips had filled in, but still had A cups, dirty blonde hair. The boy was roughly the same age maybe a year younger, brown hair, his young cock fully developed was standing straight out in front of him. I crept out the patio door, staying in the shadows, and made my way around to the chaise lounge where they...
“So, we’re sorry we couldn’t get here sooner.” Dannell said. “That’s ok, I got to know your Uncle Leon better,” I said coyly, even though I presumed they would know how Leon had comforted and then made love to me soon enough, if they did not already know. I smiled sincerely, but the emotions that had been tapped were not far from the surface. I was still feeling a little emotional, first from having been with LaMar under rough circumstances, and then Leon in what was almost the precise...
Chrystal woke as the sun was beginning to peep through her curtains. Had it all been a dream? She thought. Instinctively she touched her pussy. It was a tiny bit sore, so no it was real. Slipping out of bed Chrystal wanted her Daddy. She crept into James room, he was still asleep but he must have been having a nice dream by the look of the erection that poked out of the covers. Chrystal leaned over to kiss her Daddy passionately on the lips. James grabbed her pulled her over him and kissed...
Emily lay still, exhausted. She could feel the prickly fur of the dog that had mounted her, stuck to her soft, smooth skin of her bare body, stuck to the dried saliva, sweat and cum of multiple men. Even now she could feel remnants of the creatures cum slowly leaking from her sore, stretched pussy to mingle with the sperm of her father and uncle dripping down her round buttocks. The pretty young redhead had given up. Just hours ago she had woken, dazed and confused, strapped naked to a...
“So what we gonna do now” said Tim, “We have to make it fast as I have to go in 30 minutes”. “Better get ‘em off then” said David, and both lads threw their clothes onto the floor. They stood there with their boners waving between them until David pulled Tim into an embrace and for a couple of minutes they ground their boners together while they made out. Then David pulled Tim onto the bed and they got into another cuddle with Tim on top. “I really missed you on Sunday” said Tim, “I was...