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Have you ever wanted something so badly that you would do almost anything for it? If so, you know what I mean. I wanted Lisa’s butt that way. Not that the rest of her wasn’t to pine for, either, with her auburn hair, pixie face, shapely boobs, and shapely legs. But what gave me a near-perpetual hard-on was her gorgeous butt.
The first time I saw her she was just walking into a crowded elevator- if you can call that incredible motion “walking.” I tried to reach the elevator and someone reached for a button but the doors closed before I could reach them. Since I didn’t know if she worked in the building or was just a visitor, I feared I might never see her again.
I tried to forget the image, but that skirt-clad butt had been permanently imprinted in my memory. The skirt had not been of the second skin variety, but rather very business-like, but it couldn’t hide that beautiful heart-shape, the full roundness or the way it jiggled.
Three days later I saw her again, once more at the elevator. This time she was coming out as I was going in. She gave me one of those smiles that says, “I don’t know you but you look OK so good morning,” and passed me. If it weren’t for a meeting at which I was making a presentation, I would have turned around to follow her. As it was I just watched her undulate across the lobby as the elevator door closed. This time she had worn a pants suit, also very business-like, with a waist-length jacket that hid nothing of her handsome bottom, and the pants just tight enough to hint at rear cleavage. The haunting mental image did not help my composure at the presentation.
Well, if she didn’t work here, at least she’s a frequent visitor, I thought.
Next day was almost a repeat of the first time I saw her except that the elevator was not crowded this time, and she saw me running and pressed the button to hold the doors. So we began the ascent alone in the cab. I asked if she worked here and she said she was a junior buyer and named a large wholesaler on the sixth floor. I gave her my name and asked hers. She gave me a sharp look, then answered simply, “Lisa.”
I wanted to continue the conversation, maybe invite her for a drink or coffee or something after work, but the door opened on her floor and she exited. I took heart, though, that she turned and smiled.
I was determined, so with the help of the building directory and a little “grease” slipped to a security guard I found her last name and her work phone number. And late the next afternoon I called her and asked if she’d like to meet me for a drink after work to find out if we had interests in common because I’d like to ask her out. There was a long silence at the other end of the line, then a laugh, a cute tinkling laugh, but she agreed, and suggested the lounge across the street. I won’t bore you with the details, but it turned out we did have common interests, so we went on to dating, and at every opportunity I ogled her body, especially her ass. We had some good times, we kissed goodnight, I copped a few feels, but she was always a little stand-offish.
Then one Friday evening I took her to dinner and she seemed more relaxed and open than on previous dates. We enjoyed casual conversation, and when she excused herself to go to the “powder room,” I enjoyed the view of her spectacular butt as she swayed across the floor.
After dinner she invited me to her apartment, saying with a wink that her roommate would be out with her own boyfriend, so we could “get comfortable with each other.” I really hoped the “getting comfortable” would involve getting in her pants, especially to get to “mess with” her wonderful behind. And I was glad I had had the forethought to be “packing”; I had a deck of rubbers and a tube of K-Y.
The place she shared was in an old but recently renovated neighborhood and was very neat and tidy. When we entered, Lisa gestured at the closet and said, “Take off your jacket, tie and shoes. Put on some music. I’ll be right back.”
I hung my stuff up and checked out her CD collection, and was putting on an eclectic selection of “mood music,” when Lisa returned wearing an oversized sweatshirt and the shortest baggy shorts I had ever seen. Not that they were indecent or revealing, just very short, especially in back.
“I’ll get us some wine,” she said, and went to the kitchen. I finished loading the CD’s and started the music, and then sat on the couch. Lisa returned with a chilled bottle of white, put it on the coffee table and went to a low cabinet. When she bent over to get glasses the back of the shorts rode up to reveal, not just the under-curves of those magnificent globes, but at least half of the cheeks. The sweatshirt fell away from her chest showing me the under-curves of her wonderful boobs as well. But what riveted my attention was the sight of her incredible butt, half exposed to my adoring view. She took more time fetching the glasses than I thought was needed, but I wasn’t complaining.
She got up and brought the glasses over and I could see bumps in her sweatshirt pushed out by her erect nipples. She smiled at me as she poured, and whispered, “I can see you liked what you saw,” pointedly gazing at the bulge in my pants. Then handing me a glass and looking straight in my eyes she said, “I’ve seen you watching my butt every chance you get, so I know you like that. Yours ain’t bad, either, bucko.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I just smiled.
We clinked glasses and sipped, and I recovered enough to say, “You’re really beautiful. All of you.”
She laughed, “You haven’t seen all of me. But thank you. I’m glad you like.”
As Nancy Lamott started singing “It Feels Like Home,” Lisa snuggled closer to me, put a hand behind my head and drew me closer. So of course, I kissed her. Or maybe it was that she kissed me. No matter, it was no “thank you” goodnight kiss, it had lots of passion, lots of tongue, soft nibbling of lips… wow! But one of my hands was holding a wine glass and the other was more or less trapped between us. I was half crazy wanting to knead and caress that behind!
After a while, we broke the kiss and I took a big gulp of the wine. “Wow,” I said as I put down the glass. I started to reach for her to kiss her again, this time with “hands on,” but she was a step ahead of me, turning away to drain her glass and then refilling it.
“I’m in a good mood tonight,” she started. “And I apologize if I was… distracted the last few times we were together. I’ve been waiting for a promotion, and today I got it.”
“Oh! Congratulations,” I answered.
“So I feel like celebrating… with you!”
Nancy had started “Two for the Road,” and Lisa grabbed my hands and drew me up, saying, “Come. Dance with me.”
So I stood up and we started swaying together, her shapely breasts crushed against my chest, her warm body almost glued to mine. My hand roved down her back and, of course, down to her glutes. She didn’t object, and in fact rested her auburn curls against my shoulder. I nibbled on her ear and squeezed the object of my obsession.
When the song ended, she stepped back a bit and began to unbutton my shirt and ran the palms of her hands over my chest. I undid the cuffs, and she gently brushed the shirt off my shoulders.
“Aren’t I supposed to do that to you?” I smiled. She grinned and shook her head, “Maybe, but not tonight.”
In one quick motion she shucked off the sweatshirt and pulled me against her, swaying to “How Deep Is the Ocean,” holding me with both arms around my neck, her nipples boring holes in my bare chest. But now both my hands were free to roam over the soft skin of her bare back and the delicious curves of her bottom. Still swaying to the music, Lisa tilted her face up to me and we kissed again, as I kneaded the lovely half-globes of her behind. Then one of my hands worked its way up her side to fondle a soft breast.
All too soon the song ended and Lisa broke away, bending down to pick up the clothing scattered on the floor. I wasted no time but knelt behind her, raising the hem of the shorts, already half way up her bottom, and caressing what was revealed. Lisa tossed my shirt and hers onto a chair, but stayed bent over. So I leaned in and kissed, then lightly bit the under-curve of one cheek. The sweet odor of aroused woman accosted my nose. I was concerned that she would think I was moving too fast. But no, Lisa sank down onto her knees and turned to the coffee table, gulped some more wine, folded her arms on the table and rested her head on them, wiggling her wonderful butt at me.
“Do that some more,” she whispered.
So I did. I kneaded and squeezed, I kissed and licked. And I slid the generous bottoms of her pants aside and kissed my way into the sweet crevice between those luscious globes. As I had guessed from the earlier peep-show, she wasn’t wearing panties. Lisa moaned. I sat back to admire what my spreading hands revealed and wondered if she would be turned off by what I wanted to do, when she whispered, “Don’t stop.”
So emboldened, I waded right in and licked that puckered little hole. I stabbed the point of my tongue into it, I flicked at it, I kissed it. While one hand held the hem of the shorts, the other worked into her already wet slit and teased at the folds it found there.
“Oh, my God!” Lisa breathed.
I buried my face between her butt cheeks and reached up to fondle her breasts, playing with her erect nipples, all the while Frenching her secret little back door and tweaking her pussy. Between Lisa squirming, the heady fragrance of her mounting arousal, the feel of her most secret passages and her delicious breasts, I was in Heaven! When Nancy sang “I’ve found my adventure” in the intro to “I’m Glad There Is You,” I was inclined to agree.
Lisa got up and raised me to my feet. Wordlessly she kissed me again and led me back around to the couch. Still lip-locked with me she undid my belt, button and fly, and in a flash my briefs joined my pants on the floor. With her tongue still deep in my mouth she wrapped one hand around my cock and grabbed my ass with the other. I put one hand on a breast and the other under her pants on her butt. For a while we just stood there flexing our hands.
I sat down and simultaneously dragged her shorts off her hips. Seated as I was, the sight of her shaven cunny just inches from ny eyes took my breath away. The lips were deep pink and puffy and her inner lips hung down beautifully from between her outer, her aroma was rich and intoxicating, and the lower curves of her incomparable behind framed the view. She had left just a tuft of dark auburn curls above her long clitoral hood. I almost came just looking. My cock was throbbing with each rapid beat of my heart.
Lisa put her hands on my shoulders, pressing me back to a slouch. Kneeling between my knees, she took my straining cock in her hands and said, “Nice,” and kissed the head. It felt unbelievably hot. She pursed her lips and engulfed me, taking at least half its length in one gulp. She worked it a moment with her tongue before bobbing her head up and down on it.
“D’you like that?” she asked, taking it out of her mouth for a second, and as I said, “Oh, yeah,” plunged it back in. I was so worked up that in just a few seconds I came, shooting off in her mouth like a geyser. She took it all, swallowing with a gleeful gleam in her eyes, watching my face contort as my body wracked with spasm after spasm.
“That was quick,” she said after I stopped. “I guess I turned you on, hunh?”
“Oh, God, like no one ever before,” I answered, breathlessly.
She drew my pants off my feet and kicked hers off as well. She turned to arrange them over a nearby chair, giving me a thorough view of now completely uncovered butt. My cock started to stir again, something that it hadn’t done so quickly since I was a teen. As she draped my trousers over the chair-back, the tube of K-Y fell out of the pocket.
“Planning something, were you?” she asked, holding up the tube.
“Er, no, not planning anything…”
“But, hoping, eh?”
I felt my face coloring up. I hadn’t expected her to find it, and I didn’t want her to think I was a weirdo. But I noticed she hadn’t put the tube down as she refilled our glasses and took a big sip.
Grinning, she crawled up me with my glass in hand and gave me a sip, too. This put her boobs around my rapidly re-inflating member, and she shimmied a little, making them wrap around and glide over my semi-erect appendage between them.
“It’s OK,” she said, putting the glass down. She started curling the hairs on my chest with a finger, all the while squirming her tits from side to side over my hardening organ.
“Really?” I said dreamily, as she slid the nipple of one perfect tit over my little head.
“Really.”
I couldn’t believe my ears, but she popped the cap on the K-Y and squeezed some onto my cock and started rubbing it around. That, of course, brought my erection up to full in no time at all. She applied a bit more and rubbed it around, then turned around and got on all fours on the couch, her beautiful butt in the air, her bald pussy wetly glistening between and that oh-so-cute little pucker winking at me. I wanted to ram right in, but thought better of it.
Instead, I said, “um, we should prepare.”
I picked up the tube she had dropped, squeezed some into her crack and gently worked it in with a finger. She seemed to like it as much as I did, judging from the little noises she made. I worked mostly the outside of her anus until I felt it relax, then with a little more K-Y, inserted a finger.
“Oooh!” she cooed, wiggling that delightful butt.
As she loosened up I added a second well-jellied finger. I rotated them, added yet more lube, working more and more slippery stuff in.
“I want the real thing,” she finally said, so I put the tube down, knelt behind her and pressed my greased cock-head against her little hole. You can imagine how I felt at that moment. I was at the entrance to the most wonderful butt I’d ever seen!
I pressed the head insistently but not forcefully right in the center of her star. Gradually, I felt it loosen and give way, the point of my cock-head slowly entering, a millimeter at a time. And then, all in a rush, my cock-head just slithered right in. I stopped and grabbed hold of her hips.
“Mmm,” Lisa moaned.
“Yes?”
“Mmm.”
Little by little, pushing in a bit, then withdrawing, pushing a bit more, I fed my cock into her bowels until my hips were pressed against her magnificent cheeks.
“You OK?” I asked her.
“Oh, yes,” Lisa responded breathlessly.
I pumped in her, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. She showed me how fast she wanted it by the motion of her hips. One of my hands trailed from her hip to find her wet slit and began to work in its folds. She began to groan and pant.
Since I had just come a bit earlier, I was able to hold back, even with the glorious sight before me. Twice within a few minutes she cried out, and each time I felt her insides spasm and clutch at me. Finally I could hold back no more. Her ardor rose again to meet mine and together we jerked and groaned as I emptied into the depths of her rectum.
I lay exhausted and happy, face down on her couch. She had gone to the bathroom with an “I’ll be right back.” With my eyes closed, I heard her return.
“Just relax,” she said softly.
I felt the weight of her on my legs. A warm, wet cloth cleaned my flaccid cock between my thighs. Her hands massaged my back. That felt so very good so I relaxed even more.
Then I heard the snap of the K-Y tube being opened. What the Hell? I looked over my shoulder at Lisa. Oh my God! She was wearing a strap-on!
Grinning, she said, “Now it’s your turn.”
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