Crystals Summer Fantasy
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Crystal had taken off everything but her black lace demi-cup bra. Now she settled on Robert's lap, smiling in anticipation.
"I wondered what had happened to you," she said. "I didn't see you in the main offices."
"I transferred to this satellite office," he said. He ran his hands over her breasts. "Are you comfortable in that thing?"
"Here's a secret you probably don't know about women. Most women are very comfortable in a bra. After all, that's some very sensitive flesh it's supporting."
"And so fetching, too. Wearing a fancy bra around here has become some sort of fashion statement."
She smiled. "I'm not surprised. Even when she's naked, a woman will try to look nice, or fashionable. Or both."
He slid his hand between her legs, gently probing her sex. "So how are things at the main office? I heard there have been some problems."
"Slowly getting back to normal. We had some ... call them prudes. You know the people, anything that makes people happy or gives them enjoyment is wrong and must be done away with."
Robert nodded. I've seen the type." He shifted a little. "Do you mind... ?"
"Oh, sorry!" Crystal backed up a couple of inches and fished Robert's stiffening cock out from between their legs. "Let's give this thing room to grow." She looked down at it. ""Ah yes, a girl's best friend."
"A 'girl's best friend'? Is that what you call it?"
"Most of the girls I know would agree with me."
He laughed. "Okay. I never thought of it that way."
She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She kept it on for a moment, teasing him.
"You do that so smoothly."
"Trust me, after a few years of getting in and out of these things, a girl gets very good at taking them off."
She tossed the bra to one side. His hands went to her breasts, gently squeezing them. "How long have you been wearing a bra?"
"Since I was 13. Um, warm hands, I like that."
"You know what else is warm?" He ran his finger up and down her slit. "And I have just the thing to take your temperature there."
Crystal laughed. "I predict that it'll just make that area warmer."
"Shall we find out?"
She lifted herself enough to get his cock into position, and then settled slowly against it.
"Oh! Oh yes! That feels good."
He slid his hands over her breasts, and then leaned up to kiss them. Crystal held him against her, feeling very womanly. They were poolside at the East Satellite Office. Her team had been transferred here on the previous Monday. Something was happening at the main offices, she wasn't sure just what, and some people had been brought in and needed desk space.
Like the other satellites, the East offices were a former motel. This one was a single story and surrounded a pool. The open areas had been enclosed so people couldn't see in from the outside. The pool and deck was still there, and during the summer people would swim or sunbathe on their breaks. It was winter, though—a new storm had dumped several inches overnight—and there was a roof over the central courtyard and pool. People still swam, but they did other things besides sunbathe. Crystal was on a mat near the pool doing one of those 'other things' with Robert.
"You know what I like to do?" he asked around kisses. "I like to kiss a girl's boobs while we do it."
"That's funny. I like having my boobs kissed while we do it."
He grinned. "Sounds like a perfect match."
Crystal remembered reading in a sex manual that there was a direct connection between a girl's nipples and her womb. The author had said that was to make the woman enjoy nursing. Maybe. She just found that it felt really good.
He kissed all around her breasts, and every time he did she felt a tremor deep inside her, just beyond where his cock was probing.
"You like?" he asked. She began to slide back and forth on his lap. It made his cock rub those really sensitive nerves just inside her channel. That felt so good, so hot. She bit her lip, concentrating on the feeling.
The really great thing about doing it this way was that she could move exactly how she needed. She could bear down, focus, get those feelings growing—sucking her tits helped—and draw in her breath as the moment approached.
Her climax was sudden, sharp, and brief. "Oh, I love that feeling." She kept moving, trying to get it back, wanting to come again.
"My turn," Robert said.
He flipped her over. He came out of her, and she saw his wet cock poised over her. Then he put it back in. She arched and stiffened at the sudden onslaught.
She'd come once, now he was working up on his own, but pushing her up that hot, wet slope toward a second one. He'd left off her tits, so she grabbed them, squeezing the mounds, rubbing her nipples. They were hard, and they ached something fierce.
"I'm gonna come," he got out. "God, you're making me come!"
"Come for me," she whispered. The words seemed to do something. She twisted, feeling him deeper, moaning as the sensations peaked.
"Coming! Ah ... ah ... ah ... ah..." His cock went to overdrive, and then stopped. He grimaced, his body jerking as every fiber in his being tried to drive his passion into her.
He thrust a few more times, then lowered himself and crushed his mouth against hers. Crystal kissed him back as hard as she could. Her whole body was burning up. She was close, and a few more...
He moved, several short jabs, and everything down there squeezed hard, and then relaxed, letting her drift out the other side.
They lay there, breathing slowing down, grinning at each other. That had been just as good as ever. There was nothing like a good ride on a cock after lunch to get you in the right frame of mind for work.
After a couple of minutes he pulled back. They traded a few more kisses. He lowered his mouth and sucked her breasts again.
"You do have beautiful boobs," he murmured between kisses. "I don't know if other guys appreciate them, but I do."
"Some do, some just take them for granted. I'm a girl, so I should have them."
They ought to do it with Cindy Lou. She's all nipple and no boob."
"It happens." She sighed. "Wish you'd left it in longer."
"Beg pardon?"
"Girls like feeling a cock in there."
"Oh. Sorry."
"Maybe next time."
After a couple of minutes she got up and looked at the water in the pool. "Do I just wade in, or what?"
"Sure," a girl said. "Find a jet, that'll help."
Crystal wasn't sure, but tried that. The water was almost like bath water, nice and warm, and it only faintly smelled of chlorine.
"Um. Silly question." She found a jet, it wasn't as strong as a hot tub she'd been in once, and squatted slightly so the water was right against her sex. She used her fingers to do a finger douche. She didn't know how much it helped. How did you feel "clean"? She waded out, found a towel and dried herself off, then went searching for her clothes.
She'd come here directly from outside, having taken the morning off to run some errands. She wondered if the women here really did just wear their bras. She'd have to look around.
It turned out they were in blouses and bras. Those who didn't have webcams wore bras, or nothing at all. She carried her clothes to her desk. She'd never tried working while naked, and thought today would be a good time to try it.
"What's it like outside?" a girl asked, passing.
"Snowing lightly," Crystal said. "I can't believe how warm it is in here." She conservatively estimated the temperature near the pool as in the 80s. There seemed to be a constant warm air there, too. It wasn't quite as warm inside, but it smelled more strongly of flowers.
There was a vent right behind her desk, and at first that was annoying, but she stopped minding it as she got more and more into the module she was working on. One thing she noticed, she kept bumping her breasts with her arms. She probably did that a lot, but they felt so good whenever she brushed them.
Crystal stopped and just squeezed her breasts. Um, that felt good. You normally didn't touch certain places, and your boobs were one of them. That was something you did when you were trying to be sexy for a guy, but right now it just felt so good to hold them, to squeeze the pale flesh, to feel the smooth skin, and even run her palms over her nipples.
After a few minutes she logged off and went searching for a man. She found James, and he seemed to know exactly what she needed. First it was his fingers, then his tongue—his and then it was his strong cock.
James mounted her from behind, and his first push left her breathless. He held her hips at first, then leaned forward, his hands englobing her tits. He squeezed and played with them, but still managed to keep up the thrusting.
After a bit they changed. He was still behind her, but he had her leg over his, and his hand and then his hard cock.
They tried it various ways, finally ending up on their sides with him behind. He kept thrusting, and she could reach between them and put her fingers over her sex and feel him sliding between them. His hand was on her tit, and he was more than willing to stop every few seconds and trade kisses. She could actually feel his cock pulse when he came. She'd already climaxed, right there, fully exposed for anyone to see. It felt wild.
There was a shower, and she felt much better after that. They had a meeting a little after that.
"Hard to realize I've barely gotten anything done today," she admitted. "How about everyone else?"
"That's pretty much the case," Karen admitted. "I don't know what it is, either. Are we making up for missed opportunities or something?"
The others laughed. "That's probably it," someone else said. "It's kind of a relief, though. I actually like dressing this way, and as for the fun next to the pool, yeah, I think I've missed it."
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In her best-selling biography, Polly Tarantella makes clear that she ranks the most significant days of Crystal Passion's life as those from when she arrived at JFK airport until her fateful last day on American soil. It's probably not surprising that an American writer asserts that Crystal's few weeks in America should be her most important. Although Polly interviewed me for the book and we continue to exchange e-mails, there's a lot in her account I don't really recognise. And this is...
However much I admired Crystal's song-writing skills when I was playing in her band, I didn't really dwell much on the meaning of her lyrics. Certainly not with the intense attention to detail as Polly Tarantella. She quotes from Crystal Passion's lyrics as if it was poetry and uncovered depths of meaning in them that had never occurred to me. I suppose it's natural to think you might glean everything about Crystal's philosophy of life from her lyrics, especially since she never...
It's often assumed that because I've been cast as Crystal's best friend, I'm also the one who knows most about her childhood or at least about her life before she became a musician. That's just not true. Her husband Mark knew Crystal's family far better than I ever did. Mark was never really a close friend. In fact, I regarded him rather more as a rival. Neither Crystal nor Mark were jealous lovers but that wasn't what it was like for me, although I accepted Crystal's sexual...
Crystal Clear Crystal Clear.Written byGemma Swallow AKA Tainted Angel "She knew that she was out of her depth; she was usually self assured, confident, controlled. She was proud of her ability to handle herself well, people saw what she wanted them to see, that is not to say that she was deceptive she had just got used to dealing with things alone. If she was honest with herself she was a bit of a control freak. It was safer that way. She always thought that she would like to have a man...
Edie, the pretty reporter from the Dayton Daily News, appeared nonplused. "You ... err, how can I ask this delicately ... you conceived a second child last night?" She looked between Summer and me about a dozen times in ten seconds. Summer spoke directly, not being evasive in any way, "Yes, exactly." "How do you know you're pregnant? You can't tell for sure for at least a couple of weeks." "I can," Summer replied with great certainty. "I knew it the second he ... the second his...
There’s a lot I simply can’t remember that happened in the following few days we were stranded in Rock Hill. My attention was almost entirely focused on my overwhelming sense of grief. I was completely disconnected from the many events swirling around me. I guess I was hoping that Crystal might still be alive and would magically appear from somewhere. And when it was established that Crystal had been murdered at almost exactly the time that Judy Dildo made her brief appearance at the Penitence...
The powers that be at Sony Entertainment had decided that Wengen, Switzerland, would be the perfect place to film the outdoor ski scenes for our movie Downslope. The small ski town was serviced by a rack railway system. The massive and famous Eiger rises spectacularly in front of the town, a well-known part of the Alps. Ski slopes of all varieties and difficulties left from the town, with a wide variety of transport to return to home base once some end point had been reached. Crystal and I...
Crystal Sky: Origins by Red The Bard It all started when a rock fell from the sky and landed on Zoey's head. It had been a pretty nice day so far, she had finished her morning shift at the hospital, and was heading home for some sleep, the noon sun pounding hot against her head. It wasn't long, however, until she felt a more decisive pounding, as a small yellow rock cracked against her skull, sending the brunette crumpling to the floor. She groaned, motes dancing in her vision and her...
Chapter Seven ‘Detroit!’ Jacquie exclaimed as she looked up from the tour itinerary she’d been reading. ‘That’s where our next gig’s gonna be. I’ve always wanted to go there.’ ‘Home of the MC5 and Iggy Pop,’ remarked Judy Dildo. ‘And much more importantly,’ I said. ‘The home of Techno.’ ‘It’ll be good to see Juan Atkins or Derrick May on the decks,’ said Jane. ‘I absolutely love that Nude Photo album.’ ‘You’re irrepressible!’ giggled Philippa who excitedly gripped Jane’s shoulder. She was...
I guess it should be obvious to just about everyone simply by having a look at an atlas, but it came as something of a surprise to me, to realise how big America actually is, and we were only travelling from North to South down the Eastern United States. Almost every single one of America's states is bigger than England, and some are bigger than France or Germany, but when you travel across Europe you know for sure when you've left one country and entered another. In America the differences...