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Pleasant Surprise

by Clear
© February 2001

When she called and asked me to stop by, I thought little of it. She did it all the time. She'd ask me to look at the sink or take Brandy to the vet, that type of thing. I remember thinking briefly that the house was dark, and wondering where she had gone. I let myself in with the key that she had given me several months ago. I heard music coming from the other room. I walked into the bedroom and was pleasantly surprised by what I saw. There were candles lit all over the room and soft music playing on the stereo. And she was there on the bed...even more beautiful than I remembered. Her blond hair flowing softly onto the pillow, and her eyes sparkling like sapphires in the candlelight. I could see her delight in my reaction. She'd been teasing me for months; seductive glances and gentle touches that sent tingling sensations up and down my body like ocean water rippling in a warm night's breeze. One of her hands was caressing her breast and teasing the nipple with her newly manicured nails. Her other hand was slowly tracing the line of her pleasure spot, delicately brushing against her clit as it seemed to swell with anticipation. The sight of her awakened in me an admiration of the mere essence of her. Her soft and sensual body made me feel alive as it invited me to her. Without a word, I slipped into the satin sheets beside her and began to kiss her body, covering inch by inch of her delicate skin with my mouth. The taste of her was delicious to my lips; sweet like chocolate. I took a candle from the night stand and as the hot wax dripped onto her skin, she let out a small gasp of surprise. I kissed and licked the spots where the wax trickled and felt her body tremble with excitement. I had wanted her for so long, but had been content with being in her presence. Smelling the wonderful fragrance of her, admiring her beauty, gazing into the blue eyes that seemed to engulf me, relishing in her splendor. Was this simply an image I had created in my mind; was I touching and kissing the angel in my dreams? The anticipation was too much for both of us. A slow tingling started to creep into our stomachs and then we made eye contact. Our gaze was locked to each other and her eyes told me she was mine to do with as I pleased. The trust that had been growing between us these past months was evident now. She was submitting herself to me completely. Her deep blue eyes said, "Start now," and I had to obey her silent command. My hands roamed her body like a lost soul in the desert in search of an oasis. She slowly climbed onto my leg and our bodies met together as two interlocking pieces of a puzzle. We began to kiss, slowly and softly at first and then with increasing passion as our tongues intertwined. She had on the undershirt that she had asked me for one day when she was in one of her teasing moods, and nothing else. The V-neck gracefully showed off her astounding cleavage. The bare flesh of her private place against me made me crazy with desire. I had free reign with my hands now and I let them slip under the shirt and began to trace the outline of her nipples. She pulled the shirt up around her neck, behind her head and I took hold of it to pull her into the position I wanted so that my face was between her breasts. Her nipples became dark pink and erect under my fingertips as I massaged them. I rubbed her back and legs and pulled her closer. The embrace seemed to make us one being. Her touch ignited a flame in me that only she could relinquish. She began to move back and forth against me. She enjoyed controlling the pressure until I took hold of her waist and pushed her down harder against me. I helped to guide her so that we could develop a good rhythm. This stimulates her as the passion between us builds. I put one hand on her shoulder and made her look at me so that I could see the fire in her eyes. The waves of climax shook our bodies with an incredible intensity. Ripple after ripple of pleasure passed between us until she finally let out a loud gasp and buried her face in my neck. She dug her fingernails into my shoulders and I held her tightly against me as the last wave of wonderful orgasm went through us. She collapsed against me and magic vibes passed between us. Her body relaxed and I laid her back against the pillows. We kissed and she turned on her side so that her bottom was pressed against me, but with one arm draped over me. I ran my fingers along her side and across her stomach stopping just short of that magical place. Her breathing became deeper and it was obvious that she wanted more. She let out a sigh and whispered that she was mine. I looked into her eyes and knew that it was true. She moved her legs slightly apart and invited my hand to slip between them from behind. It only took a moment to find my destination. My fingers spread her open and I felt her clit become hard under my hand. I put one finger inside to see how willing she was and realized that she needed more. I let another finger join and immediately picked up the pace. My thumb hit against the top of her clit with every stroke and I knew by her moans how much she was enjoying it. Right before climax, I suddenly withdrew my fingers from inside her and she screamed at me not to stop. She said she needed me so much and she'd been wanting me to take her. I spread her legs and worked myself into position between them. She gasped as my tongue hit her clit from behind, and I massaged either side of it with my thumbs. She began to thrash under me and beg me to fuck her. She wanted to feel me inside of her; just me. She was mine now. Her pussy belonged to me, paid for by the orgasms she'd given. She needed to let out the volcanic cum that was deep within her. I ran my tongue along her clit and slipped two fingers back inside her. She raised her ass to meet my thrusts and I tasted the explosion as she let out one final scream of fulfillment. The climax overcame her and she seemed to shake uncontrollably. I kissed my way up her body leaving one hand between the legs that she had squeezed around me. I settled in behind her and we drifted off into peaceful sleep.

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Meet Me In The Back

by Nakita
© August 2001

I knew that was what I wanted to do.

We had been dating for a while now and well I had some ideas for some great nights of fun. Heck just some fun.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I would wait at the bottom of the back stairs of our dorm for her to go out the back for class. I would grab her from behind and cover her mouth so that her startled cry wouldn't attract unwanted attention. I would then slam her voluptuous body against the wall and ravage her with kisses and then work my had slowly and methodically downstairs and make her come over and over again.

In public, oh how good would that be since we'd spent our whole relationship hiding out in her room because of her fear of being found out. She was so confused, but how could she be afraid of being out here? In the "gay dorm." No one ever really goes down the back stairs anyway and there is that nice utility closet . . . it was settled, the next morning I was going to put my plan into action.

I dropped by her room and gave her a good morning kiss and held it a bit longer then usual and went deeper then our normal good morning kiss. I felt her soft moan below her lips and felt her body tremble. I kissed her again, but this time I squeezed her butt and felt the moan even deeper within her body and slipped my tongue delicately into the back of her mouth and felt her tremble again.

She then whispered from what sounded like the bottom of a tunnel behind that deep kiss, "Honey, I have to get finished getting ready for class."

My response was to gently caress her full breasts and give them a playful kiss, and say, soft and low, "I know. I just wanted to drop by on my way to work and give you something special for breakfast. I'll see you at lunch."

I left her with another deep kiss that sent tremors through both of our bodies and I knew she would be ready for me at the back stairs. She didn't know of my plan or the fact that I had taken the whole day off and had many plans for that free time.

Earlier that morning I had prepared the closet under the stairs for our rendezvous. A blanket. A small flashlight to waylay the dark, some icing, a blindfold, a pair of shoelaces, scissors and a highlighter. On my way down I stopped by the ice machine to get some ice to finish off the pleasure room that I had set up for my lover and I.

I placed the ice in the room and waited at the bottom of the stairs and tried to calm my breathing. And then my heart raced when I heard the door open to the stairs above me. And I awaited the beginning of my long planned vacation from the ordinary.

I saw her wonderful plump legs and then slipped back under the stairs so that she wouldn't see me. I heard her foot steps round the corner. I slipped behind her and muffled her startled cry with my hand and then a deep kiss and whispered through the kiss, "Miss me?"

Before she could answer I kissed her again and moved her slowly and seductively into the wall, all the time rubbing my body deeply into hers and my lips deeper into hers and then slipped my tongue in and felt her tremble deep inside.

I kept one hand on her full lips and whispered into her ear, "Be quiet and great will be your reward." She nodded. I slowly moved my other hand across her breasts and felt her tighten her body in order to avoid breaking her promise.

I kissed her ear and whispered, "Remember . . . you promised."

I slide my hand down across her full breasts and followed the same path with my lips. . . We slowly slid down the wall like melting ice scream and I knew she was mine. And I slid on top of her.

I moved my hand down to the buttons on her jeans and began unbuttoning them slowly all the time moving my tongue and lips slowly to them too. Then I slowly buttoned them back and whispered, "Wait that was all wrong." I felt her body writhe awaiting those well placed lips it knew so well. And I kept my lips moving towards the buttons.

I sucked on each button and then unbutton them one by one giving each button hole special attention with my tongue and I felt her hands on the back of my head beckoning me to go deeper.

I sat up with my hand still on her mouth and whispered, "I didn't give you permission to do that now did I?" in an even lower tone and more seductively I said, "We have ways to deal with . . .," I kissed her deeply and felt her tremble, "we have special ways of dealing with that kind of misbehaving." With that I took her hand and lifted her up off the floor and regained my grip on her mouth.

"You must be placed in a solitary cell, but us guards check in really regular like." I pushed her into the closet making sure to grind my body into hers deeply. I slowly pushed her onto to the blanket and slipped the bandanna from my back pocket and tied it over her mouth.

I then used my now freed hands to pin her arms to the ground and pined her legs with my knees. And I whispered, "We have ways to make you talk." And with that I slowly placed her hands behind her head and tied them with a shoelace to the pipe behind her head. She writhed and then relaxed. I then went back to the buttons.

I could feel her writhe wanting to free her hands to follow me but I reached one had up above her head to steady her arms and kissed her now hardened nipples through her button down shirt. When I realized it was a button done blouse I left the jeans buttons alone and allowed my tongue to work on a much more desirable target now.

I began playing with the buttons on her shirt with my tongue and then slowly, one by one I bit them off making sure to make contact with skin and tongue as much as possible and she shuddered and I felt a muffled moan.

"So you like that, dontcha baby." She lifted her head, with her eyes wide she nodded. Her eyes begged for me to go back to her jeans and finish them off . . .

I then reached for the blindfold and blindfolded her. She shuttered but then relaxed as I kissed her breasts and then her mouth through the warm and wet bandanna.

I went down to finish off the jeans making sure to split open her blouse the rest of the way and kissed her full breast and moved my hand to her back to undo her bra and let her love mounds be free. I then slowly drug the bra across her chest down to the jean's opening.

I then went back and followed the same path with my tongue and finished the buttons slowly and methodically. And I felt her heat and her trembling and knew now was the time for the ice. I reached for a piece and traced the same lines that my tongue and I heard a firm moan slip out of the gag. I then slipped a piece of ice under her back and felt her writhe in joy and pain from its coolness.

I then began spreading the icing, which had been in the microwave moments before her arrival, all over her and then slowly licked it all off and she shuddered.

I then began playfully touching her panties, feeling the wetness that was now becoming more and more visible.

I asked her if she wanted the gag or the blindfold removed told her to nod to which one she wanted and then I would decide if I would grant her request. She wanted the blindfold off and I told her we would compromise as I kissed her breasts and I removed her gag.

She then tried then tried to speak and I shoved my fingers in her mouth and she took them in shucking them willingly because she remembered our deal. I then told her she could speak, but she was only allowed two words.

"More please." She shuddered.

I kissed her deep and told her I had a surprise for her. I reached for the scissors which had been sitting in the ice all this time and I touched them to her thigh and she shuddered.

"What do you think this is? Remember you only get two words so make it good."

"Don't know."

"Do you want to know?" Before she could answer I kissed her deeply and placed my tongue completely down her throat. Meanwhile I moved the scissors further down and then stopped.

I then tied her shoes shoelaces together and continued with the scissors down her thigh and then I asked her. "Do you know what I just did?"

"No," she moaned.

"I tied your legs together and there is only one way to free them."

"What?"

"You must promise not to tremble or moan while I do this next test."

"Yes," She sighed.

I moved the cool steel down her thighs and I felt her body tighten to the promise and I slowly cut off her panties up one leg across her pubic hair and back down again. She didn't keep her promise and I asked her why.

"I tried."

I playful kissed her breasts and hissed, "I know but that wasn't good enough. But we have a way to punish you for that," and I reached for the high lighter.

I slide it under her top lip and told her to lick it slowly. Then I slide it down her chest with a piece of ice trailing it all the way down to her hot
love muscle and I slide it across just outside of it and felt her write and moan. I then inserted a piece of ice and she shuddered, not expecting its
coolness.

I then slowly worked the highlighter into her love muscle and felt her cringe and just before she could climax I removed it and asked her, "What do you think that was?"

"No idea."

"Do you want another guess?" While I asked that I moved the highlighter deeper into her and asked her again what it was.

"Don't know." She moaned with the pent up orgasm caught in her throat.

"Maybe this will help." And I playfully parted her lips with the now wet highlighter. "Still no idea? Do you want more."

"Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaassssssseeeeeeee."

I then moved the highlighter back in and joined it with two fingers all moving in different directions and felt her come and felt myself writhe in
satisfaction.

"Do you want your hands freed?"

"Yes."

I then moved the scissors across her breasts and across her face and she shuddered and I cut her loose and she immediately went for my breasts. I no longer had the energy to fight her off and I let her grab them firmly. I then pushed her back on the ground.

"Do you want the blindfold off."

"Yes."

"Then let me control your hands for a bit." And I ran them down my chest slowly and then in between our bodies moving them towards the buttons on my jeans and she tried to take over and unbutton them and I wouldn't let her. I placed her fingers inside her self and moved them around and then I licked her fingers and placed them back inside her self.

"You may now use your hands freely."

She reached for the buttons on my jeans and hungrily opened them and plunged in and flipped herself on top of me and she tore into to me like there was no tomorrow and I came over and over again with the best orgasm of my life.

I undid her blindfold and kissed her on her nose and gasped for air and then whispered."

"This was much better then PolySci wasn't it?" And we lay there for a few hours cuddling and recovering. She fell asleep in the crook of my arm and I stayed awake enjoying the tiredness in my muscles and the smile on her face..

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The Latest Out Of Towner

by CKing
© March 2009

I had been driving for hours. The plan was to be in the night before so that the early morning meeting could be fresh and new. As I drove past lakes and fun spots I thought of her. At work, doing the regular things she did to past the time of day and I continued to drive mile after mile.

As I approached “hot lanta” the traffic became worse and my attention was diverted to the tasks at hand and avoiding the most obnoxious drivers. Soon I was checking into the Hyatt and just looking at the nice room made me long again for her and even if she couldn’t be here, longing for our own bed, our own room.

I hung up my clothes, piddled around the room a bit then set out to find dinner. It turned out to be a nice pub close by with a nice heated porch and nice choices on the menu. Traveling as much as I have to I try to avoid the expensive hotel extravaganzas for food and tend to look for the deals and quieter atmospheres of nearby watering holes. Nursing a few classes of wine I tried to read my book.

The waiter didn’t realize nor the patrons at nearby tables that I was slowly, in my mind, undressing my love. Taking off her shirt and bra as she tried to push my hands away in a giggle. She thought she was just fine undressing herself but it was something I still so enjoyed and in my minds eye I made every correct stroke and pull to have her naked from her waist up.

Drawing my right hand up and running my fingers quickly across her left nipple I was pleased at the rise and tightness in it. She sighed out a simple coo and I watch as she pulls down her pants and steps out of her jeans and panties at the same time while watching me from the corner of her eye to be sure I’m keeping back and away from her bare breasts.

The waiter comes by to check on me and I fain a look towards my book as if it is extremely interesting. He doesn’t know how wet I am or what I’m thinking. I’m glad and smile a bit at myself just for a moment.

I want to grab her breasts and shove the nipples towards my lips but she knows me well and veers to the right to pull back the covers and slide into the bed. My only recourse is to slide into bed on my side and inch my way towards her across the bed as she scrambles for covers.

My dinner comes and I smile at the waiter like I’m so interested and admire the presentation of the meal to comment appropriately. I’m looking at salad and potatoes and thinking nipples and dripping. I bet he thinks the grin is for the food.

I’m glad when he backs away so I can get back to it. My hands already running the length of her thigh and up the small of her back, the feel so good beneath my finger tips. She moans just so and it makes my breath draw in. As much in anticipation and as much in knowing how much love is there still, between us, between all we have and all we still want. As I stab at my dinner I’m pinching her nipples. The tastes of the meat savored in my mouth as I swallow the hardness in her breasts against my cheek.

Chewing slowly I work my right hand down her stomach. Feeling the familiar indent of her belly button, the curve of her pelvis towards her shaved crevasse I have to remember to take the napkin and wipe my lip. I chance to look around and all the other tables of patrons are still talking and in their own worlds, mine, a part they are not of. I stroke her cunt lips and feel her press harder into and against my body and hand. My dinner is mostly gone now and I’m feeling a need more and more to move on to my dessert. I don’t notice the waiter as he takes my plates away.

She’s sucking my nipples and pulling my hands away from her trying to be “first”. But as I sit staring at my book gripped between my hands, glasses perched on the end of my nose in a strange restaurant far away from home I know I will be first.

With my entire tender might I push her gently down on her back as I slip half the length of the bed and put my face down between her legs. Licking at her inner thighs and along her panty line I start a rhythm. Slow at first and then more pronounced I dip into her cunt lips and flick at her hardening tip until she is wreathing and groaning at my continued touch. She starts to leak sweat hot juices as I proceed to mouth her and suck at her tender folds.

The waiter interrupts with a plea to bring me dessert. I’m chocked to tell him I’m enjoying it already and simply indicate another glass of wine please. Hopefully he thinks that the book I’m reading is really that good and his interruption a reader’s consequence. I dip my tongue into her sweet box.

Gushing is a term that we use much but rarely truly appreciate. With my fork limp in one hand, my book limp in the other I actually feel her gushing and I’m overcome with pure joy. Feeling the rush of it, the heat of it, the spasm of her body.

She’s moving along with me, our rhythm, as she pours herself out and I feel with my fingertips, my whole body, her orgasms spearing through her. They make me come too. I’m trying hard to hold my book steady and not shift in my seat. Deeper I plunge, soft yet hard against her contracting muscles. My hand is inside her and I am in ecstasy. My legs wrapped around her and I am home.

The waiter brings the bill and I look up with utter disappointment. I see by his expression that he is confused, speechless. Was the meal not good? Was my service not well? For a split second I’m letting out my own breath then I tell him “It was more wonderful then you’ll ever know.”

He smiles sincerely and takes my card. I did tip him extremely well. After all, it was the best orgasm I’d had since I left home earlier that day!

I walked back to my hotel thinking of being home and with her soon. I was smiling. This was just the latest of another out of towner.