A Hefty Proposition

I. The problem
Kera's ears were becoming numb with the sound of his voice droning on about his weight. Personally she didn't find him that heavy. 'Oh sure, he could stand to lose a couple of pounds but then who am I to talk?' she thought. She sat there, watching Steve shove food down while complaining about how his belt was too tight and his pants were too tight and his shirt was too tight. Everything was too damn tight! A nasty thought raced through her mind, 'I'll give ya something tight to wear, that you'll like.'
Kera smiled at him as he continued on. "Well, why don't you just fast for a week to drop a few pounds so you'll be comfortable?"
Steve made a hopeless sound and said he just wasn't motivated right now. "So, what was your motivation before?" she inquired with a raised eyebrow.
He replied with "I dunno."
Kera knew what the real answer was. His previous motivation was her. They had been rather close at that point in time but several things had wedged their way in between their friendship. First, a new, more exciting female friend came into his life. Then they both had gotten into a 20-minute phone sex fling in which Kera left the poor guy high and dry because of stage fright. Finally four days later, she had planned to rock his world with an office escapade that would blow his mind but Steve abruptly cut her off and informed her that he didn't want to play anymore. She was more than a little hurt and the 'friendship' was now mildly strained.
Steve was cute but she was getting frustrated with his incessant whining. He had issues, lots of them; money issues, relationship issues, friend issues and yes, even weight issues which is enough to make your entire life suck. Kera been in his position and know how he felt. He needed a real motivator, something that he could look forward to; something that would get him off his ass and start going to the gym again. She felt she could help him and figured the solution wasn't far off.

II. The proposal
Kera came into work the next day with an idea on a new weight loss program for Steve. She walked right into his office as if she owned the place and closed the door. His posture told her that he was in a pitiful state of mind again but he pried his eyes away from his computer long enough to ask her what she wanted.
"I've thought of a new program that should help you drop some pounds," she said smiling.
Steve gave the doomed look. "Nothing's worked so far. What do ya have?"
"Well I was thinking that with every 10 pounds you lose I could give you a little incentive."
She leaned over just enough so he could see down her blouse and then placed a hand on his knee. Fingering the button on her shirt, it popped open so the lace on her bra was showing. He rolled his eyes at her, "you're not serious."
Coming in closer to him, she placed her legs on either side of his knee. "If you will work hard to lose weight, I will give you incentives to keep you going until you reach your goal. You know I won't back out of a deal that's closed with a handshake."

Steve stared at her knowing that she wouldn't back out of a serious deal. "What do I get when I reach my goal?" he asked with raised eyebrows and a big smile.
"What is it you want?"
Without hesitating, he blurted out "you under me."
Kera grabbed his wrist, stood him up and shook his hand to close the deal. She then steered him towards the fitness center so he could weigh himself in front of her. She was thankful that it was empty when they entered. As Steve rose up to stand on the scale, Kera slinked up behind him and wrapped her hands around the front of his thighs. When she began to rub up and down he stopped fiddling with the counter weights.
"Mmmmm. Those first ten pounds are looking real good, aren't they?" she asked him in a low, sexy voice.
He mumbled something about wanting to work out right now. She smiled up at him and declared "I'm looking forward to this."

III. The first ten
Two weeks had gone by and Steve was out on the floor talking to a fellow officer. He noticed Kera was watching him and came over to her desk. She sat down, leaned back in the chair and placing her hand on the inside of a thigh very near her crotch, asked him how it was going. He was at eight pounds. "It's Wednesday. Better get moving big boy."
Grinning, he looked down at her hand. When he realized he was turning red with embarrassment and excitement, he shuffled away. Kera then picked up her phone to make plans for Friday after work.
Friday was here. She left him a voicemail that told him to check his mailbox for a room key along with instructions inside an unmarked envelope.
Kera was nervous as she pulled into the hotel and made her way to the room but she was excited nonetheless. Once inside, she pulled out her lingerie. For this night, she had chosen an ivory colored, lace nightie. It had thin satin straps that would gently fall off the shoulders and a delicate smattering of pearls on the bodice. The lace was sheer but not see through; just enough to leave a good imagination smoldering. Slipping on the satin panties with frills on the sides, she laid down on the bed then propped up her head in one hand. It was close to 6pm when a key made a clicking sound in the door. Steve's eyes widened at the first sight of her laying there just for him.
He confirmed that he had made his first goal of ten pounds. "I'm pleased. Do you have your officer's uniform in that bag?" she asked, gesturing towards the bag he was carrying.
He nodded yes.
"Put it on for me and then sit in the chair when you're dressed. Oh and by the way, tonight you can't touch but you sure can watch."
She caught her breath when he walked out of the bathroom with the outfit on. She always liked a good-looking man in uniform. Adjusting himself, Steve sat down looking at her. Closing her eyes she kneeled on the middle of the bed and parted her knees slightly. Taking a hand, she stroked her hair and moved down to caress her throat while the other hand slowly rubbed her breasts on the outside of the lace. Kera's nipples hardened with the touch of her fingers and the idea of Steve silently watching her. She would gently sway from side to side every now and then with the movement of her hands. He cleared his throat as he moved in his chair watching her advance her hands lower. Opening her eyes, she cupped her crotch then rubbed up and down bending her knees with each move. It aroused her even more to see that Steve was stroking himself through his pants.
"Well Officer. Any orders?" she playfully inquired as she crawled off the bed and stood directly in front of him, continuing to touch herself.
"Slip your hand inside your underwear." He used that same sexy, hot voice when they had the jiffy phone sex.
She bent at the waist as she turned around with her back facing him. Rolling a hand between her legs, he could see her touch herself through the silken panties. Steve reached out towards her backside, but she gently reminded him that he couldn't touch. This was just an incentive. He groaned with disbelief and reluctantly put his hand back on his lap. Strolling back over to the edge of the bed, she sat down while spreading her legs and steadied herself with a hand on the bed. Starting at the right knee, she stroked all the way down her inner thigh until she reached her crotch and massaged her clit through the satin. The hot wetness felt good on her fingers. As she rolled her head back and moaned, she slipped a finger past the band of the fabric and onto the bare skin. Playing for a moment while stroking up and down she finally slipped inside. He cleared his throat again. "You're killing me," he said.
Kera looked at him and saw how bad he wanted his hands all over her. "If I let you touch me this time, then next time it won't be so special."
She laid down on the bed and continued to please herself. Massaging her fingers in and out, she worked into a frenzied state of erotic desire. Kera's insides screamed as she felt the spasms coming. He sat there with his hand in his pants getting himself off. She was sprawled out, wide open on the bed as he watched her make herself cum. She was glistening with wetness as her fingers worked faster and harder. Finally, her body racked with sweat and juices, Kera drew her knees together and let out a scream of anguish and then release. Laying there for a moment she came into a sitting position. She smiled as she noticed his hand was full of cum. "Well, was that incentive enough for the next 10 pounds?" she asked.
Grabbing a hand towel from the bathroom, she threw it to him. She watched him for a second then walked over and kissed him very hard. He offered his tongue to her - she gladly took it.
They then dressed and returned to their normal lives for a short while.

IV. Feel me, touch me
The next ten pounds came off in three weeks. Kera chuckled imagining Steve running himself into the damn ground trying to huff them off in anticipation of having her. She called and told him that the next incentive meeting was Friday at the Fairfield Inn. She'd have a key left at the front desk for him. He eagerly agreed and asked "Are you going to let me touch you this time?"
"Of course" she replied.
6pm. Friday. Kera was dressed in a buff colored baby doll. The top was made of see through lace that flared out in satin down to her hips. She was waiting for him at the end of the bed and when he entered the room, she stood up and took his bag from him, placing it on the chair. Putting her arms around his neck, she whispered into his ear "tonight you can touch me anywhere you want, but you still can't have me."
He nodded in agreement as she began to undo his shirt and lick his chest. He stood there with his eyes squeezed shut, letting her tongue do its work. He took off his shoes and socks for her and then she continued to work her way down to his belt buckle. She unbuckled his belt as she got on her knees and taking both hands slid his pants to the floor. She pushed her face into his crotch, through his underwear and bit him gently. "Oh God," he breathed out while touching her hair.
Kera continued to nibble and she could feel his shaft getting harder through the fabric. She stood up leading him to the bed and they laid down facing each other. As he stroked her face, he leaned in for a kiss. His cock was hot to the touch and felt just right in her hand.
They laid there kissing and groping each other - she jerking him off and he probing with two fingers at a time. Kera wanted to fuck him until he was raw, but promised herself to stick to the plan. They got into a sixty-nine position with Kera on top but both decided to wait for the real thing until the final night and continued to just use their hands. He watched himself working his wet fingers slowly in and out of her; his thumb stroking her clit while juices ran down her lips and into her hair.
Steve's dick was gleaming with pre-cum as she stroked him, throbbing every time she would stop and circle the tip of her finger around its head. He would lightly twitch every time she also ran a finger down his balls. As she went back to the job at hand, he began flexing his toes and bending his knees with every stroke. His fingers weren't working as diligently as they had been and she knew he was about to cum.
She could feel his stomach muscles contract under her weight as he moaned. Kera moved down so he could shoot his load between her tits. When he finally began to cum, she rubbed the head of his dick in her cleavage so he could have more friction. He jerked several times, then his legs went limp and his hands fell to his side.
Kera climbed off and curled up next to him. "I want to make you cum," he said with a concerned but determined look.
"I can wait until next time. Consider it extreme payback for leaving you high and dry when we tried the phone sex," she tenderly retorted with a crooked smile.
Steve thought about it for moment, then smiled and shrugged ok. Eventually they dressed and left.

V. Goal!!!
Kera could hear the need oozing from his voice when he called. "I've reached my goal and I want my prize, TONIGHT."
"Wow! I didn't expect this to happen during the week, Steve. I don't have anything sexy to wear for you," she playfully stated.
"I don't care. I want you anyway."
Kera made a reservation at the Residence Inn and left a key at the desk. Tonight she was shaking from nervousness of feeling him inside for the first time. Thinking about him, she felt herself getting warm between the legs and then heard the door click.
Steve walked in with a proud air and definitely looking much thinner. He took an arm and slapped his cuffs onto one of her wrists. Kera was shocked because she wasn't expecting anything like this. She looked at her new bracelet and then back up at his face. He unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off over the cuff. Grabbing both breasts, he reached down and kissed her while gently pushing her towards the bed. He took off his shirt and pants and pulled off hers along with her stockings. As she moved up to the middle of the bed, Steve placed a knee on either side of her hips and sat down on her thighs. She just stared at him. He took the cuffed hand linking it to the other and stretched both arms out straight above her head.
"Consider yourself under house arrest, young lady," he said in that sexy voice.
All she could do was smile and ask him if he was going to show her his nightstick. He laughed. "You're going to FEEL my nightstick."
Bending down he licked the side of her neck and ear lobe. As she groaned with anxiousness, he began to breath hard. Backing up, he pushed her into a leaned back sitting position with knees slightly bent. Placing both hands on her knees, he spread her legs apart and went down for the kill. He first rolled his tongue over her clit through the satin, then he moved the fabric aside with his finger and pushed inside. She arched her head back onto the headboard as he tugged her underwear off and then removed his own.
Steve went back down to get another taste of her juices. He licked and sucked until Kera's hips were moving with his tongue movements. As he came up and crawled between her legs, he held his dick and teasingly rubbed the head up and down her wet slit. She coyly asked him to free at least one of her hands so she could touch him.
Steve fumbled for the key in his pants pocket, but found it quickly and released her bonds. As she placed a hand around the back of his neck to bring him down to her, she brought his dick into her with the other. She thought she would cum on the spot. He felt unbelievably fucking good inside of her. 'No pun intended,' she thought to herself. He bit at the side of her neck as he fucked her. Steve started out slow at first but became faster with each of Kera's groans and the sweat rolling off of their bodies. She could feel his dick hit the top and this sent her into ecstasy with each and every pump.

She wanted her clit to get action too, so she tilted her hips and bucked with every slam as she could feel the heat rising. He worked harder and harder until his cock couldn't take anymore and exploded inside as her cunt grabbed him hard. She began to let out a angst ridden scream as she wrapped her legs up and over his ass to bring him closer into her as they both came.
His breathing was labored and he was soaking wet all over as he dropped onto her with satisfaction. They both laid there listening to their breathing until he said "Damn. The program's over and I lost my weight. Now what?"
Kera kissed his forehead and then told him about a new program. "Whenever you even think about bingeing on food, let me know and I'll give you something else to think about."
He smiled back at her.
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About the Author:
For many years I held a fascination with erotica, but kept my interests well hidden beneath a veil of obscurity. I tended to call myself a closet erotic. My entrance into this new world came in early 1999, when at 31 years of age, I began to grow tired of the secretiveness. Many stories have formed in my head, but not until recently have I ventured out to put them into circulation.
I have been happily married for 13 years and have two wonderful ferrets that get treated very much like children by spoiling them rotten. By day I am an Executive Assistant for a financial institution and by night I live my second life by spending time with my family and dreaming up new stories to share with readers like you.

SUNDAY MORNINGS

It's Sunday morning and I can hear the kids quietly watching television in the living room. I look over and see him sleeping quietly.  I smile to myself and think, "I just love him so much." We've been together for 13 years and I still love waking up next to him each and every morning. Sundays are nice because he doesn't have to get up and get ready for work, so most of the time I let him sleep in.  I listen once again for the kids to make sure they are all right and rest my head on the pillow next to him in confidence that they are doing fine by themselves.  I snuggle up closer to him and press myself against his warm naked body and slide my arm gently around his waist.   He doesn't stir, but lets out a slight snore. He lays kinda sprawled out on the bed with his one knee up so he is almost laying on his belly but still on his side.  As I softly cuddle with my sleeping husband my hand slowly wanders around his stomach  to his back, just stroking him soft and slow. I leave little soft kisses on his back and press my cheek against his warm flesh.  I slide my hand lower, down over his cute buns and down over the back of his stretched out leg. As I move back up his leg I can't resist stopping at his buns once more and giving them a gentle squeeze.    "Hmmm..." I say softly with a playful grin on my face.  Since I had fallen asleep on him the night before I figured this would be a perfect time for me to redeem myself and wake him up in a "special" way.
I move myself slightly so that I can use one hand to touch and caress his ass cheeks and use the other to reach in front of him and stroke his stomach and leg.  Because of the position he is laying in I can't quite reach his package, but I know from experience that once I play around long enough he will stir a bit and switch positions for me.  He does, and I smile to myself once again. Now I have easy access to the whole front and back of his body.  His occasional snore has subsided to a calm deep breathing and I can tell that he will wake up in the next few minutes. It's almost like he has a "hand detector" in his penis and any time my hand comes within 5 inches of it, it will spring to life towards my hand.  This Sunday morning is no different. I slide my hand down his thigh and softly bring my nails back up it.  I brush the palm of my hand over the head of his cock and I hear his breathing change from a deep slow kind to a more shallow aware kind.  I know he is almost awake but I don't stop, in fact I increase my activity.  I reach my hand from under the comforter and move it to on top of the heavy blanket where I begin to cup and cradle his warm soft balls in my hand.  He lets out a soft sigh and turns completely onto his back.  By this time his cock is growing harder by the second, and I can't resist wrapping my long fingers around it and giving it a firm but gentle squeeze.
I begin to rub my naked lower body against his hip and thigh.  I can feel that warm tingle between my legs increasing more and more each second that I touch and stroke his ever growing cock.  I love the feeling of his soft silky chest hairs against my cheek and my mouth begins to seek out the nipple that is closest to my mouth.  I place gentle kisses all around it and softly run my tongue along it.   The cock in my hand twitches with delight.  I know my handsome man is awake but he lays still with his eyes still closed.  I don't want to wait any long to give him the treat he deserves so I move out of the bed and quietly close our bedroom door.  The kids know not to barge into Mommy and Daddy's room when the door is closed, I know now that we will have our privacy, and now my husband knows just what my intent is.
I crawl back onto the  foot of the bed and kneel between his covered thighs. I pull the comforter down his chest and stomach to reveal the cock that I had stroked to life and is now fully erect and waiting eagerly for me.  I glance up at my man and see his eyes are still closed, but he is definitely awake.  I whisper to him, "Good morning baby" , as my long curly hair falls onto his lower stomach and my lips begin to place soft butterfly kisses onto the head of his cock. I have to admit that I love the soft moans that come from his when I do this.   It makes me very wet.  I wrap my one hand gently around the base of his cock and rest the other on his strong thigh.  My mouth opens more and my kisses on his cock become more involved and intense. I slide my tongue down the length of his shaft and squeeze his rock hard tool in my hand.  Mmmmmm, he tastes so good.  Opening my mouth more, I take the head completely into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it and suck in and out all over it...almost like it's the last lollipop on the face of the earth and I am coveting each and every morsel of it.  His sighs and moans are constant and he moves his hands to my hair and wraps his hands up in my long light brown locks. He pushes gently on my head and I begin my decent down his cock with my lips wrapped tightly on him.  Up and down,he moves my mouth just the way he wants it, just the way he wants to be pleased at the moment.  I am happy to oblige because I can feel the affect it is having on me too.  I can feel the moisture between my engorged pussy lips and I'm anxiously awaiting the moment when he will pull my mouth from his cock and slide it inside of me.
"Oh baby, this feels so good!" He whispers in a deep and lustful voice. That turns me on even more and I suck my man's hard cock even tighter and deeper. With his hands on either side of my head he slows my movements down to a stop, the gently pushes my warm mouth down on him as far as I can take him.  I can tell he is getting close to a climax, and I am more than ready to ride that slick tongue moistened cock of his.
I seductively crawl up the bed to him and look in his wide opened dark eyes.  I smile sweetly at him as he positions his cock underneath me.  He grips my hips and lovingly pulls me down onto him, sliding easily inside my warm moist pussy.  "Mmmmmmmmm.......ahhhhhhhh" escapes both of our lips as we both lose ourselves in the most pleasant feel of the first couple movements inside me.  I begin to rock my hips slowly back and forth on him and sit up slightly to give him a better view of his juice soaked cock sliding in and out of me.   "Baby that looks so good" he says, and I moan in response knowing that it feels even better than it looks.  He reaches up to my breasts and finds my hard tight nipples and rolls and pinches them between his fingers.  I respond immediately by moaning and pressing my pussy harder onto his cock.  Out movements quicken as we both begin to get closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.  In one quick motion he pulls my body down and clamps his mouth on my left breast, sucking tightly and nibbling on my nipple.  This sends shock waves through my body and directly down to my already soaked pussy.  His wonderful cock is so hard and large inside of me this morning that it brings the beginning of my climax already.  He moves his mouth from my breast long enough to mutter "Baby we should've done this last night!" and presses his hips hard toward my pussy to meet my thrusts.  Our passion filled moans turn to lust filled groans of pleasure as we both are so close to the edge.  We can no longer control it and began to thrust and buck our bodies into one another as the waves of sweet climax sweep over us.
We slow our movements and gently touch and kiss each other.  "I love you baby"....."I love you too", he responds to me.  Just about that time we hear a little knock at the bedroom door.  I answer "yesssss???"
"Mommy...will you make us French toast?"
I just love sunday mornings.

Delicious Interruptions

The loud thrum of a diesel engine stirs me from my desk. I look out my window and see a truck idling by my back gate. The carpenters are here to build a roof and add some railing to my deck and it looks like they start pretty early. Being a single, newly divorced woman in a small town always gets the local gossips going. Therefore, not only did I want some shade but also a measure of privacy in the backyard of my new house.

 I step out onto the deck as two big strapping young men start unloading lumber. "Good morning," I say, greeting them with a smile.

They both give me almost identical surly looks and mumble "Mornin" as they continue with the task at hand. I mentally shrug my shoulders, not really giving a shit about their lack of an enthusiastic response. They finish unloading, hop back in the truck and take off. I'm left standing there wondering what the fuck is going on here! Aren't they going to build my deck? Did they go for coffee break already? I knew I should've hired somebody local.

The sound of my front doorbell echoes throughout the house. "Shit…now what?" I mutter heading back inside to answer the door.

"Good Morning! Alene?" I stare blankly at the sight before me. A thick dark mustache tries to hide very delectable lips and white teeth, which are bared at me. Slowly my eyes travel higher. Long straight nose, I can see small nose hairs twitching with each breath and then mischievous blue/grey eyes twinkling at me.

"Yeah, that's me," I answer, clearing my throat unnecessarily.

He sticks out his hand, "I'm Rob, I'm here to build your deck." I notice the tool belt he's grasping in his left hand a second too late. Guess I must have been temporarily distracted. As I reach out to shake his hand, I am again distracted by the almost non-existent caress of his fingers along my palm as he grips my hand in a firm shake. Did I imagine that touch?

"Did the lumber arrive yet?" he asks as he steps across the threshold. I move back a bit so he can come in.

"Uh, yeah, they just delivered it. I thought 'they' were the carpenters."

Talking as I lead the way to the back patio doors. "I was wondering why they took off like that."

A deep, throaty chuckle answers me. I look back at him, he's following me but not really following me; he's busy looking around at everything. "Nice little place you got here," he remarks.

"Thanks, I love it," I answer as we step out onto the deck. "I will love it even more when I get a roof and some railings out here. Then I can sit here in the evenings or in the early mornings with my cup of coffee."

"Your hubby's not a builder?" he asks.

"My X-hubby ­ and no, he never could build anything except perhaps the wall between us."

 Rob touched my shoulder lightly, "I'm sorry, didn't mean to bring up delicate issues."

  I tried for a nonchalant grin. "No problem. So, you got a helper coming later or what?"

He was walking around the perimeter of my deck, then he jumped off one end and peeked underneath. Nice ass! I couldn't help but notice how nicely he filled out his jeans.

  "Hello? Alene?"

  The sound of his voice brought me back from wherever my mind had meandered to. "Oh sorry, I was…um…daydreaming. Did you say something?"

  "I said I usually work alone but if I need help I know who to call. I also asked you if you know how long ago this deck was built?" He was looking at me with an 'I know what you are thinking' expression on his face.

  I could feel my face starting to turn red. What was wrong with me? I couldn't keep my eyes off this guy. Was I that desperate? I laughed self-consciously. "Actually, I just bought this place in March, I don't know when it was built. The deck, I mean."

  "Okay, no problem. The base looks like it's sturdy enough to withstand the added weight. I'll also put in separate supports for the roof anyway."

  My thoughts drifted again as I listened to the soft drawl of his voice, explaining what he was going to do. I was wondering what his voice would sound like whispering in my ear. Would his mustache tickle? How would his callused hands feel on my most sensitive skin?

  "Am I boring you?" he asks, with a chuckle.

  Damn, caught me at it again. "I, um, think I'll let you get to your work. I don't think I'm quite awake yet. Need more coffee probably. Would you like some?" I rushed to fill in the awkwardness caused by my behaviour.

"Maybe in a little while, thanks," he answered.

"Okay." I escaped inside.

Standing at the kitchen counter, looking - without seeing - out onto the quiet street I ponder my unexpected attraction to Rob. As far as I knew I still hated all men. Had I passed that hurdle without realizing it? Suddenly, there he was, getting into his truck and driving off. Shit, not again! I hurry out to the deck. His toolbelt is still there.

And there he is. He had just driven around to the back alley. Out come the sawhorses, extension cords, circular saw, ladder and other building paraphernalia. "Hi. Didja think I left too?"

 I smile and nod my head sheepishly.

"Don't worry, I won't leave without saying good-bye." Why did I get the feeling that he meant more than what he said?

I watch him set up his work area; he is very precise about where each tool is placed. My potted plants will have to be moved. I hoist them one at a time and move them a safe distance away. Only when I finish do I notice that Rob is staring at me.

 I look down at myself. Am I showing something I shouldn't be? My nipples are hard from the morning chill and are proudly displaying themselves. I cross my arms quickly. "Kinda chilly this morning," I remark.

"Oh," he says in a disappointed voice, "and here I thought you were glad to see me." We both burst out laughing. I knew there was something about this guy that I liked.

 I head back inside but stop with one foot inside and one out. "You know Rob, I did take two years of shop in high school so if you need a hand just let me know."

He grins at me. "You aren't going to stand there and clap if I ask for a hand?"

 "Nah, the clapping won't be until the job is complete and I'm satisfied!" I wink at him and go inside.

I settle myself at my desk and once I am able to concentrate I get into my thesis writing again. The sounds of wood being cut and hammered keep me company. I don't notice the sudden quiet until I hear a voice calling, "Hey Alene, I could use that cup of coffee right about now."

"Okay, be right there,” I answer, stretching back in my chair. Looking at the kitchen clock as I take out a mug, I notice that it's already ten after twelve. Holy shit, I have been working steady for an hour and a half! And so has Rob.

 "What do you take in it?" I yell.

  "Black," comes the muffled reply. He's sitting on the step, eating his lunch, when I take him his coffee. He nods his head in thanks since his mouth is full of sandwich. There's a bit of a bread crumb on his mustache. Before I can stop my hand, it brushes off the crumb. His mustache feels soft and rough at the same time.

"Any more?" he asks with a grin.

"Sorry, didn't mean to do that."

"Haven't had my mustache brushed off by a pretty girl in a long time…" he drawls.

I grin at him and look around. "Wow, you're making real progress. You'll be finished in no time a'tall."

 "Yeah, it's going pretty good. Have a seat. I'll give you half my sandwich for the coffee."

"No, that's okay. I'll just go inside and fix myself one." I start to go back in.

 "And then you're coming out again, right!" It wasn't a question.

"Yup, I'll be right back."

 He jumps up to open the screen door for me as I try to maneuver opening the door with a cup of coffee and a plate in my hands. We sit on the step and just talk about general stuff. I find out he isn't married, never has been and isn't in any hurry either. He has a degree in commerce but decided that he enjoyed being a carpenter more. I tell him that I am working on my master's degree and still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. I go back inside for more coffee and bring out some peanut butter cookies.

"Mmmm, peanut butter cookies, my all-time favourite," he practically drools at the sight of them.

Wow, wish I would get that kind of reaction if I was offered to him on a dish.

 "You probably would!"

Oh my god, I had spoken my thoughts aloud. My face starts to turn red again. Dammit! I gotta stop blushing so easily. "Oh…shit."

He laughs and pats the step beside him. "Don't worry bout it. Come and brush the cookie crumbs from my mustache." I sit down next to him, he slides over a bit closer until our thighs are touching lightly. I can feel his body heat seeping through his jeans; he's burning hotter than the sun. I can smell the slight tangy odor of body sweat, mixed in with a woodsy smelling cologne or deodorant, I can't tell which. We listen to the robins twittering in the trees and munch on cookies; both caught in a companionable silence.

His weight shifts and I turn my head to see that he has lain down, his hands clasped behind his head. Since his eyes are closed I take the opportunity to stare at him. He's not handsome in the truest sense. His nose is a bit long and looks like it got squished as it approaches his eyes. If I could just lift up his mustache, then I can see the shape of his top lip. My fingers itch to trace the laugh lines radiating out from the corners of his eyes. It looks like a regular face. What is it then, that pulls me toward him?

My scrutinizing eye travels downwards. Fair sized chest, doesn't look like a washboard stomach, hips aren't overly slim or wide either. I'm halted from traveling further down as I notice a twitching in his groin.

 "You like what you see?" he drawls.

My eyes dart up to see him looking at me through slitted eyes. "How long have you been watching me watching you?"

 "I asked the question first," he answers.

I bite my lower lip and decide to go for it. "Yes, very much. I especially liked that twitching I saw." I nod toward his groin.

"Think he's wakin' up," he chuckles.

I look at him, give him a small grin and turn back around to face the backyard, while my hand slides along his thigh, going from the outside to the inside and up. My palm rests on the hardening bulge in his jeans. He doesn't move a muscle. I squeeze my hand gently and feel his cock grow harder.

I let out a small yelp of alarm as he rises up, grabs me and pulls me back with him. He has his arms around me, just under my breasts and I'm laying halfway on top of his chest. One hand reaches up to cup my breast and squeeze it. "I can see why you need a more private deck," he whispers. "How about we continue this inside."

We only make it as far as the inside of the patio doors and he pushes me against the glass, grinding his hips into me as we share our first kiss. Coffee and peanut butter cookie kisses. His hands cradle my face as he places gentle kisses all over, over my eyelids, the ridge of my eyebrow, the tip of my nose. The tip of his tongue gently caresses the corner of my lips, my knees go weak and the wetness gathers in my panties. Nobody has ever done that before.

My hands go down and I unbutton his jeans. I pull them down and grasp his cheeks. God, they feel so good, firm and warm and such a nice handful. I press him harder against me as I spread my legs even more and wrap a leg around his. I crave his cock in my cunt.

 "You don't mind if we…mmmm…have a quickie?" he asks, as he suppresses a groan when I start stroking his cock.

"Hell no, I just wanna fuck," I answer breathlessly. We topple onto the nearby couch. Frantically, we struggle to take off my jeans. The cool air on my cunt temporarily cools me off as he slips on a condom and then his heat fills me totally. We both breathe a sigh of relief that quickly turns into breathless gasps as he starts pumping. In and out, grinding his pelvic bone against my clit, in and out, grind, in and out…the rhythm quickly builds me up. I squeeze my inner muscles, trying to stop the inevitable, trying to prolong this utterly delicious sensation coursing through my body.

Rob groans, rests his head on my shoulder and slows down the pace.

"Noooo," I wail pitifully.

 "Then stop… squeezing… me like that… or I'm going… to… come before you," he gasps out.

"But… I was soooo close…" I unclench my muscles and he starts pumping again. The in, out, grind rhythm catches us up again. Each time he's all the way inside me, I clench my muscles as he withdraws. Our eyes meet and he starts to slow down with each withdrawal, prolonging our pleasure and our torture. The build up begins again. I push my hips up with each of his downward thrusts.

"Faster Rob, fuck me hard, make me come," I urge. Our bodies slap together, the wonderful squishy, sucking noises and our breathing, the telltale signs of our activity. My body starts to quiver, my hands grasp his asscheeks and I grind him into my clit, holding him there while he rubs himself in a circular motion. My body arches up and then falls back down as I come, with a small scream followed by soft whimpers. Rob lets me recover for a bit, then resumes his thrusts. This time I squeeze my cunt muscles for all they're worth and he shudders and groans into my neck after only a few strokes.

He withdraws his cock but continues to nestle between my legs. Rising up on his elbows, he looks at me. We grin at each other and then kiss lightly.

"I, uh, better get back to work," he says and gets up. He gives me his hand and pulls me up.

 "Just a sec. I'll get you a cloth to wipe yourself off." I go and run a washcloth under hot water. He's still standing there with his jeans down around his knees, used condom nowhere in sight. "You look so cute," I giggle and wipe off his limp cock. He grins at me and allows me to clean him up.

 "That feels good. You know I'm beginning to think that this job might take a little longer that I had thought." Once again he cradles my head between his hands and covers my face with soft, mustache-tickling kisses.

I was going to do whatever I could to keep him here as long as possible too.

Part 2 -  Air-drying © 2000, Jessica

"What are you doing?"

"Air-drying."

Rob starts laughing as he looks at Alene lying spread-eagle on the bed.
She's completely naked, freshly out of the shower. She runs her hands
underneath her breasts and down her belly. She lifts up her feet so that
they are resting on the bed.

"The Princess needs drying as well?" Rob stands with hands on his hips,
smiling at this sensual creature who constantly surprises him. He watches
her as she plays with the Princess, his pet name for her pussy.

"Of course. She's been freshly shorn. But I like playing with her anyway."
Alene gives him a mischievous grin and slips in a finger. Pulling it back
out, glistening with moisture, she tempts him, "wanna taste?"

With a half suppressed groan he goes around to the side of the bed, kneels
down, spreads her lips apart and he sucks and licks at her spicy wetness.
Her hips lift off the bed when his teeth graze her clit. "Oh fuck, yes, I
love that," she whispers, pressing his head into her. Two fingers slip
inside her cunt and he taps on her g-spot, sucking hard on her clit. A small
scream escapes from her.

He uses his skilled mouth and fingers to bring her quickly to the brink of
orgasm but doesn't let her come. Rob backs off, sliding his fingers slowly
around inside her, giving her small, barely noticeable kisses. "You're
always in such a rush, Sweetheart," he soothes. His moustache tickles her
sensitive shaven lips. Slow loving licks from her perineum right to the top
of her slit makes her moan, her eyes flutter closed as she rolls and pulls
at her nipples.

"Fuck me."

"Right now?"

"No, tomorrow you goofball. Yes, right now." She lifts up on her elbows to
glare at him.

"But honey, you just came out of the shower." He smirks at her, teasing her
because the last time he had tried to make love to her right after her
shower, she had pushed him away, saying that she had to get dressed.

"Rob..." she says in a threatening tone. Before he knows what happened she's
risen up, grabbed him by his lapels and pulled him down on top of her.
Growling at her, he pumps his hips into her. The rough fabric of his jeans
creating a delicious friction in her cunt.

"Mmm, I love a woman that knows what she wants," he says as he nibbles on
her lips.

"And right now, she wants you to fuck her." Alene kisses him savagely,
ripping open his shirt, buttons flying everywhere. Rob doesn't know what's
gotten into her but he doesn't care. He unbuttons his jeans with one hand
and slips them off, all the time kissing her and grasping her abundant
breastflesh. His thick hardened cock, finally loose, plops onto her cunt.

She grabs it and guides it inside her. She barely has time to move her hand
away when Rob slams into her. They both grunt from the force. Their fucking
is hard and fast and rough. The sweat intensifying the slapping of their
bodies. She clenches her muscles, meeting him thrust for thrust. A long
drawn out whimper signals Rob that his lover is ready to come. He pumps
faster, pinching her nipples hard and is rewarded with tight rhythmic
convulsions around his cock and a high pitched scream.

He loses control, groans out "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck...Baby." He pushes into
her, wanting to be all the way inside her as he comes. His cock continues to
pulse inside her. He slips his arms underneath her shoulders and buries his
head into her neck.

"I love you, my darling," he whispers.

He feels moisture on his cheek. He raises his head to find her crying
without making a noise. She smiles through the tears, "And I love you."

He shakes his head, kisses the tip of her nose and licks off her tears.
"I'll never understand why you cry when you come."

"Me neither. I think it's just that all the emotions just get to be too much
and I have to get them out somehow." She sighs and wraps her legs around
his.

"Need another shower huh?" They both laugh.

 © 2000 Jessica, jessrabbit84@hotmail.com  All Rights Reserved.

About the Author:  Jessica is the pseudonym for a 36 year old Canadian woman who fulfills her creative urges by writing whatever pops into her head. She has written mostly short stories, in various areas such as children stories, teenage romance, essays on growing up as a First Nations person, adult romance and in the past year she discovered the world of erotica and hasn't looked back since. She is currently working on her first non-fiction, non-entertainment piece of work called her master's thesis which is giving her the greatest writing challenge of her life.

Catharsis

She pulled up in front of the red-roofed building and cut the pickup’s engine with a forceful sigh. Why the hell had she volunteered for this mission, she wondered. Sure, it got her out of the house, but she wasn’t sure that was even a good thing on a day like today, when, according to the
local radio announcer the mercury topped 98º. Her thin sundress clung to her skin and she felt beads of perspiration pop out on her forehead the second the truck’s a/c cut out.

Rummaging through her purse for a tube of lipstick, she applied a quick coat. As she rubbed her lips together, she scooped up the shopping list her dad had sent with her and scowled as she realized she didn’t know what any of the things were: joint compound, perfa tape, a rock saw?

Unable to stand the stifling heat any longer, she shoved the door open and
slid out, grateful for the light breeze that ruffled her hair. Leaving her purse on the seat and the keys in the ignition, she slammed the door and started for the entrance. As the name spelled out in large white letters across the building’s façade caught her eye, she remembered why she hadn’t minded making a trip here.

The door swung open and a large, bearded, bearish man in a sweat-stained
Harley t-shirt held it to allow her passage, as he scanned upward from her feet to the hem of her short dress and grunted appreciatively before going on his way.

Standing just inside the door, she waited a few seconds for her eyes to adjust as she tried to get her bearings, to figure out where to start. And then she saw him – but he didn’t see her yet, as he busied himself arranging a large stack of lumber. As she ducked out of view, she felt a flutter in her stomach, and took a few deep breaths to try and regain her composure.

This was his dad’s lumberyard, and she’d known he worked here to pay the bills, in spite of an increasingly successful career as a musician. They had a history, had dated for a while back in high school, but somewhere along the line things just fell apart and that’d been the end of it, no questions asked. Chalk one up to teenage angst, or whatever – but that had been a long time ago. They’d both moved on, no worse for the wear. Sure, every once in a while she’d heard a song, smelled a cologne, came across something that reminded her of him, but for the most part he’d been just a fragment of her storied past. As such, she wasn’t really sure where this schoolgirl giddiness had come from all of a sudden. She heard footsteps approaching – he must’ve heard the door – and stepped out into view again.

“What can I do – “ he trailed off in mid-sentence as he realized who his new
customer was. Recovering quickly, he reprised “Well, hello there. Been awhile, huh?” in a voice that was deeper than she had remembered. “What brings you out here?”

Lamely, she thrust the crumpled shopping list at him, unable to think of what to say – and he took the list, smiling in amusement as she stood there feeling awkward.

“O-kay… let’s see. Perfa tape. That’ll be over here,” he said, gesturing as he started toward a section of the store. Shaking her head and blinking  to break whatever spell had turned her into such a dope, she followed.

As she walked behind him, she couldn’t help but make mental notes of how he’ d changed since high school. First, there was the hair – he’d cut short the silky blonde hair she’d been so crazy about all those years ago. Of course, as styles had changed, that was really no surprise, and it looked great – but that hair had been a big part of the bad boy image that had pulled her in, and a part of her was sad to see it gone.

Moving down as they wound through rows of building materials, she eyed his tanned, muscular shoulders framed by the white tank top he wore, traced down to his narrow hips, to the butt that was just as perfect as she’d remembered it, showcased in just-tight-enough Levis. Sighing, she thought about how she’d –

“…or the inch and a half?”

“Huh?” she said, realizing she’d missed the important part of the question while caught up in her own little memory-lane world, hoping it wasn’t too obvious. “Um, I don’t know.”

“I’ll send the inch-and-a-half with you – if that’s wrong, just bring it back. Let’s see, joint compound…this way.”

Again, she followed, this time toward the rear of the building. Suddenly, he stopped and turned so quickly she almost ran into him, lost again. “You look really good,” he blurted. Relief washed over her – she’d been wondering if he would treat her like any other customer, to not even acknowledge whatever it was that they’d once had.

She smiled. “Thanks. So do you.”

Finding herself staring into his expressive eyes – nope, they hadn’t changed
either – she suddenly felt lightheaded, and swooned as he hooked an arm around the small of her back and pulled her into a warm embrace as he said
“Good to see you again.”

He still smells the same, she thought, as she melted into him, burying her face in the soft skin of his neck. And then she felt it, almost imperceptible at first, that old familiar charge that passed between them as it had long ago. Unable to fight it, and intoxicated by the heat of the day and by his scent, she lifted her head and caught his lips. She sensed an instant of hesitation and surprise before he returned her kiss, igniting her desire as it brought back a flood of old memories, frustration, and deeds left undone.

She pressed herself into him as he stroked her hair, then trailed his hand down her back and hip while his hungry mouth devoured hers. She moved down to cup his round buttocks in her hands and plunged her tongue into his mouth, and felt between them a hardness that hadn’t been there before.

After opening his eyes for a quick glance around the store, he was satisfied that they were alone. He hooked a hand behind each of her thighs and lifted
her up as he pressed her back up against a rack of 2x4’s, and she wrapped
her legs around his waist. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt, now without the fabric of her dress between them, the urgency of his cock as it strained for release from his jeans. With his weight holding her against the lumber, he brought a hand beneath her and touched her through her panties. She shuddered as he made contact, and moaned softly. He slowly rotated his hips against hers as he kissed her neck, her bare shoulders rubbing against the roughness of the wood behind her.

Moving her away from the boards now, he spun around in the aisle and sat her down on a short stack of gypsum wallboard panels. “Be right back,” he said, and disappeared; she heard the click of the front door’s lock and he returned, boyishly handsome face flushed. She’d wanted him so badly back
then, but they’d just been kids at the time, neither one experienced or bold enough to verbalize what they probably both had known even then.  He stood before her, with one hand working open his fly as he gave her a hard look, asking with his eyes if she was ready. Blinking slowly as she nodded her head, she quickly took off her panties and then demurely sat on the edge of the stack and pulled him closer. Tugging the waistband of his underwear down through his open fly, she bent forward to dip her tongue into
his belly button and then downward, reveling in the saltiness of the slight sweat he’d worked up. He dropped his head back and pushed his hips toward her, aching as she took his swollen cock into her mouth and sucked lazily, having waited years for this moment. She explored slowly, savoring the tastes and smells she’d experienced only in her imagination up until that point. Her tongue roamed up and down his length, darting around and under the head as he made soft, urgent sounds.

Removing her lips from him, she lay back on the wallboard and used her sandaled heels to push herself backward, making room for him between her legs. He sunk down and ran his tongue up the inside of one thigh as he pushed her dress up onto her belly. Feeling more exhilarated with each inch
he traveled, she let her knees drop apart, knowing she would come the moment he reached her burning clit. But instead, he quickly moved up and, propping himself on one elbow over her, he used his other hand to part her lips and drove inside her.

His penetration triggered a surge of emotion from deep within her, feelings and urges suppressed for years. She longed to understand what had gone wrong, ached to tell him how she’d been hurt when they’d fallen away from
one another. She’d assumed for far too long that she’d done something wrong, something to make him think she hadn’t been good enough for him to love, and that thought had gnawed at her even after she’d fallen in love with another and moved on. As he pumped his hips rhythmically into hers, the lump in her throat made it difficult to breathe, and she was surprised that someone she’d sworn she was over was able to pull this reaction from her. But the tide of the past continued to wash over her, insecurities and uncertainty, fear, confusion, self-loathing and despair, as he continued thrusting, oblivious to her inner torment.

Despite her raging emotions, his skill carried her to the precipice of climax and then nudged her in; as she came her breath tore from her in ragged sobs, her body racked by the intensity of orgasm and by the rhythm of her tears.

Surprised, he opened his eyes, stopping for a moment inside her. Wiping her tears with a callused thumb, he rested his hand on her cheek while he looked into her eyes. In that instant, she saw, understood, that he’d dealt with the same issues, just in a different way. She offered a weak smile, which he returned, and then pushed her hips upward to signal him to continue.

She came harder the second time, without the anguish and tears, and as she
did she felt his climax as well. He poured himself into her physically, as she’d wanted him to do emotionally in their past life, and she clung to him like a lifeboat in a stormy sea until she felt his body relax.

Raising himself away from her, he caught her gaze and asked, “You okay?”

Not sure whether they’d closed an old door or opened a new one, she replied, “Yeah. Yeah, I am. Why didn’t we do this a long time ago??”

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Alexandra Black lives, works, and plays in the gorgeous Rockies of Colorado.  She first became interested in the world of erotica at a very early age, but didn’t try her hand at writing the stuff until about 1989, with a poem she titled “Black Lace.” She believes that sexuality is central to human existence, and that respect and reverence for all things carnal are essential to happiness and health. Alex says, “The most beautiful aspect of erotic literature is that ultimately, it’s up to the reader to fill in the blanks, so any piece can be as personal as the imagination will allow.”
 

MORE THAN SKIN DEEP

Just why was his nickname ‘Buzz’? Was it because of his finely shaved peach-fuzz hair or was it because of his work as a tattoo artist? I found myself thinking the craziest thoughts to keep my mind off the pain he was inflicting upon me. The wildest thing was that I was paying him to do this to me!
I had finally got up my nerve for a tattoo, especially after my friend had gotten one on her ankle. I got the ‘itch for ink’, as most tattooies call it and got the name and number for Buzz’s studio. According to my tattooed friends, Buzz was the best in town, so I decided he was the artist for my flesh-etched mini-masterpiece.
Now, here I was reclining back in an old dentist chair in the private rear office of his studio with my bare leg propped up, revealing my tender ankle to his tattoo gun. I felt the warmth of his hands, holding my ankle steady as he worked on the design I had choose to mark myself with. I had chose a permanent anklet of tiny roses to ring around my ankle, because, after all, my name is Rose.
The exhilaration of the continuous stinging sensation of the needle boring into my virginal flesh made my body flush with warmth, although the studio was well air conditioned. I had came to the studio prepared for my tattoo, wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and old tank top, cause my friends had warned me that I would be flushing and sweating under the gun. A sheen of perspiration covered my entire body as I listen to the steady humming to the gun, glancing down at my ankle from time to time as the design slowly emerged from my fair skin.
"Rose, how are we doing?" Buzz asked, beaming up at me as he picked up a spray bottle and squirted a shot of water and antiseptic over the fresh marks and dabbed off a mixture of blood and ink with a paper towel. My blood and his ink mixing together, I chuckled at the absurdity of this silly thought, letting the image drift through my torture brain that was racked with continuous painful sensations coming from around my ankle.
"Fine," I lied, licking my sandpaper lips and wishing I had brought something to drink with me into the room.
"Thirsty?"
"Yeah, a bit."
"We’ll give you a tiny break. We have a frig in the next room. Let me go get you a soda, okay?"
I nodded as he laid the ink gun down and stripped off his rubber gloves. The room was quieter now without the buzzing of the gun to preoccupy my thoughts, just the sound of his partner’s CD player drifting through the doorway from the waiting area at the front of the studio.
I took a peek at my ankle, which had swollen a bit and looked red and puffy. The anklet was half finished and looked just as wonderful as I had envisioned it. Buzz was truly a talented artist, as well as quite handsome too. He wore a black "Metal Heads Rock" t shirt, and, I couldn’t help but notice the nice size bulge in the crotch of his faded jeans.
"Here ya go, Rose." Buzz reentered the room and handed me a cold soda.
I admired the tattoos that covered his own body, the black tribal markings that snaked over his well- muscled arms. I drained the can of its cold carbonated beverage as Buzz lit up a cigarette for a quick smoke.
"The roses look great. I can’t wait to show my friends!" I said, my voice squeaking, sounding to myself like a schoolgirl ready for show-n-tell.
"Yeah? The design suits you too, considering it’s your name. Ya know?" he replied with a boyish grin.
He took another quick draw off his cigarette before crushing it out in the ashtray under the stand beside the chair. Maybe I was hallucinating, but I thought I saw a twinkle in his dark eyes. Buzz put on a fresh pair of rubber gloves and began to load the ink gun again.
"Ready?"
I took a deep breath and sank back into the chair, ready to continue the torture upon my already tender, swollen ankle. The familiar buzzing sound filled the room and the dreadful thought of hornets and bees swarmed through my mind as the bittersweet stinging began again. Focus…focus, I desperately thought to myself trying to mentally draw my attention away from the artful torture around my ankle.
Suddenly, I was aware of Buzz’s hands, one hand caressing my calf as the other, with the gun, creatively drawing out the delicate petals of another rose, his eyes downcast and intent on his work. I focused on the hand that was caressing my calf, letting the gentle strokes of his palm ripple through my body, magnified by the humming of the ink gun. I gave a soft moan; closing my eyes and letting his hand smooth away the soreness.
My pussy warmed as his hand moved slowly over my bare calf, massaging the tense muscles there. The electric magnetism of his hand on my calf sent shock waves sparking up my legs to my pussy. The room grew warmer as my pussy tingled, my thoughts growing lustier with each petal of each rose, as Buzz continued to etch my bloody flesh with his dark inks.
"So, what does your boyfriend think about you getting a tattoo, Rose?"
Buzz’s question jolted me out of my trance, my mind racing for an answer.
"Boyfriend? Uh … I don’t have one." I licked my dry lips again; I was parched for another cool drink, but would have settled on sucking on his cock.
"Well, the guys are going to go apeshit over your sexy little tattoo, you know?"
"You think so?" I asked, with a drop of lusty anticipation in my voice. I sat up in the chair a placed my sweaty palm on the rubbered hand that massaged my calf with the gentleness of a lover.
Buzz looked up with a wicked grin. Without saying a word, he sprayed down my design and wiped the ooze off my ankle. He was done; finally the torture was over.
"Oh my! It’s beautiful, Buzz. A work of art!" I squealed with delight as I looked down at the freshly etched wreath of roses that circle my swollen ankle before he tenderly wrapped it in a bandage to heal.
"Just think, my mother wanted me to be a doctor and here I am drawing on people’s skin with needles for a living!" he said with a chuckle and his eyes twinkled again in the studio light.
"Well, you do have wonderful hands to touch with," I replied in a whispery voice, before I realized what I had said.
"You think so?" he asked, leaning over the end of the chair towards me.
Before I could reply, his lips met mine and I melted like butter under his fiery lips. He pulled away, his eyes burning now with the same hot, passion filled fire that had consumed my lips just seconds before. Buzz got up and locked the door to the studio behind him, smiling down at me with a lusty look that mirrored my own as he disposed of his rubber gloves with two swift moves.
The small studio room heated up like an oven in just a matter of moments. I peeled my tanktop over my head, exposing my perky tits as I laid back in the chair, beckoning him closer to me with a slight motion of my head. Buzz lowered his lips to my hard nipples, sucking on my tits while his hands cupped my breasts. The touch of his naked hands set ripples of desire over my entire body.
His lips brushed down my soft skin, kissing and licking as he worked his way towards my cut-off shorts. My pussy begged for release, bound within the denim prison between my legs. The burning sting around my ankle faded from my mind as hot liquid passion boiled now in my crotch.
After he had peeled away the shorts from my bare naked legs, he freed himself of his own denim prison revealing his tight well-toned abs and equally stunning, hard cock to my gaze. My mouth watered at the sight of his huge rod as he lowered it to my puckered lips. I lightly kissed his cockhead. An excited chill ran over his body as he let out a low moan as I took his cock in my hand and drew him closer to my eager mouth.
In my laid down-position, it was easy to stuff his whole cock into my hot, wet mouth. I slurp over his cock feeling it throb under my tongue as I lapped over his good, hard nine inches of manflesh. Buzz’s hips rocked in time to my sucking, his hand holding my head steady as I rolled back and forth over his fine endowment.
"Oh Rose …"
Buzz was moaning my name as I enjoyed every inch of him like an all day lollipop. I lapped up from the base of his balls to the top of his swollen, mushroom shaped head. He was like putty in my hands. His cock grew harder and hornier with each stroke of my puckered mouth as I drew him closer to exploding between my lips. I tasted his salty flavor on the back on my tongue and gentle pulled the large cock out of my mouth, making him groan in frustration.
With a nervous giggle, I propped myself back in the chair and raise my legs over the arms, giving Buzz full access to my aching pussy. He lowered his peachy head between my legs and began to work over my pink, fleshy lips with a flick of his tongue. My cunt went wild as he tongue darted over the delicate folds, tasting my juices as they oozed down my thighs. Fiery heat enveloped my body as his tongue stroked my pussy with divine relish, making me whimper and twitch with desire.
Buzz…now I knew how he got his nickname as the tip of his tongue dipped and darted over my soft, wet pussy. My whole body quite literally ‘buzzed’ under his wonderful flicking tongue, as he left no part of my horny little cunt untouched.
"Mmm … Buzz" I moaned, drawing his fuzzy head up to my nipples again.
His tongue danced and drilled over them, making making me tingle all over. My body was hot and tight and ready to explode in the locked little studio room as I begged him to fuck me then and there. With a gleam in his eyes, he pulled a condom out of a small drawer on the worktable beside the chair and sheathed his wonderful nine-inch boner, before we did the deed.
Buzz fucked me like a madman. I squealed like a banshee as I wrapped my legs around his back when he crawled up between my legs in the chair. His rock hard cock pumped in and out of my fiery hot pussy making all the pain of my earlier tattooing disappear into thin air. Each squeal I made spurred him on as he panting hotly over me. The fire and sweat streaming from his body as our body slapped together like two animals possessed by lust.
My squeal turned into a high pitched cry as I exploded, stars filling my eyes. The orgasm rippled through my body. My cosmic fireworks caused Buzz to come right after me as he pumped feverishly into my wet cunt before his final, quaking explosion shot into his rubber sheath.
We both laid together in the chair, afterward, and collected ourselves before he unlocked the door and resumed business as usual.
"Buzz, I want another tattoo," I announced with a soft smile.
"You think so?" he asked with a boyish grin.
You could have heard a pin drop as I leaned over and gave him a kiss.
Sometimes tattoos are more than skin deep.

Title of story Coffee To Go

Coffee To Go

Ellie’s high heels sounded short, quick crunches as they punctured the narrow gravel trail. She made a brief pause to rescue one captured heel point, muttering a soft ‘damn’, one bare forearm squeezing a generous bulk of papers against her breasts.

“Mornin’, Ellie.”

“Huh?” She lifted her gaze from the struggle for a fraction of a second, and the shaky pile spilled down, bathing her legs with a rustling white cascade. Ellie stared with disbelief at the flood of spilled sheets, then slowly straightened up.

“Were you ambushing me, James? Sitting for hours on top of that junk pile – waiting for me to arrive, so - ”

James Swygert grinned at her over a half-emptied Starbucks paper-cup and a crumpled newspaper, which was already missing its better hours at the local vender’s stand. Half sitting against the front of his old Buick, his quick gaze appreciated the show taking place at hand.

Ellie Ryder was medium-height, but the stilettos made her about three inches taller. She wore a short jacket over a low-neckline shirt, revealing the upper creamy curves of ample breasts. Almost too full considering her slender body, James mused, just almost. Her mid-thigh high skirt bared lean yet muscular thighs, colored with that same smooth creamy white. The thin cloth now tightened against the round, full cheeks of her ass as she made a desperate attempt to bend down and rescue her precious work. Another mystery James leered; how does this ripe ass go with that slim figure? His mind played with the thought of these soft fleshy globes tightening in his hands.

“Would you please give me a hand, James?”

He started at the livid yell and jerked away from his car, throwing the newspaper onto the Buick’s loaded front seat through the rolled-down window and tossing the paper cup to be trampled by his feet.

“Cavalry to the rescue!” James knelt beside Ellie’s stilettos, a sigh squeezing out. He started gathering the sprawled papers, piling them one on top of the other not too gently.

Ellie stared down at James. Cute ass, she thought as he labored at her feet with his back facing her, jeans faded almost to white hugging his tight buttocks. Mmmmm… yeah, good hands – long, sensitive fingers – and these wild tangles of yellow hair – too bad the guy’s so scruffy. She bit her lower lip trying to stop the whirl of upcoming images. Since she had broken up with Jared about six months ago she hadn’t slept with anyone else, and lately even the innocent sight of fruits and vegetables made her think about sex, let alone a direct view of a young man’s ass.

“I think we’re even now.” James placed the stack back in Ellie’s hands, and his fingers briefly brushed hers. “You know, you’re working way too hard for your Eisenstein guy.”

“Professor Eisenstein,” Ellie pointed out. “He was nominated for a Nobel prize for his chemistry research, so at least give him the credit he
deserves.”

“Whatever.” James shrugged. “Still, you’re working too hard. All work and no play make Ellie a dull girl.”

“Why, look at you.” Ellie frowned at the combination of a sports jacket, faded jeans and worn sneakers. “Is that what too much coffee does to your brain? How the hell did Chem-Horizons hire you in the first place?”

“I washed my hair for the job interview.” His roguish blue-green eyes lingered on the creamy mounds of her breasts. “Besides, they needed a good programmer.”

“Oh.” She turned and strutted away toward Chem-Horizons’ gleaming dark glass entrance, and his eyes now followed the rhythmic dance of her hips and butt. That’s an ass I’d like to fuck. He felt a familiar stirring in his loins. It’s been a while since Jennifer and him had split up, and he hadn’t had sex for almost too damn months now, besides with himself, that is.

Ellie knocked hesitantly, then pushed open the heavy full wood door and ambled into Eisenstein’s capacious office. She had spent most of her morning hours rearranging and tidying up her spilled, trodden sheets, then she’d handed them over to Eisenstein’s review, and for the remaining half-hour she’d struggled the old childhood habit of chewing off her burgundy nails. The professor raised his eyes from the papers spread on his oak working desk his gray hair beaming from his head in odd angles.

“Something is missing,” Eisenstein said. “Our little brew still needs… something more.”

“But we haven’t tested it yet, Professor.”

“Test it on your mice and rats, then.” He relaxed back in his leather chair, his bright blue eyes smiling over his half-moon glasses. “My gut tells me it won’t work. Over the years I’ve learned to trust this old gut of mine.” He let out a soft chuckle.

“I have your permission to try it in the lab, then.”

He nodded. “It won’t hurt. Won’t do any good, either, until we find that essential missing ingredient.”

James sauntered into the chemistry lab, one hand pocketed, the other clasped around the glass handle of a large coffee mug.

“Anybody called for Support?” He announced into the dimming lab’s space, noting that the place was practically empty. His eyes ran over a series of hissing glass tubes fuming with straw-colored fluid. He suppressed a soft shudder. The place looked like the lab of the mad scientist, taken straight from cheesy science fiction movies he had devoured as a child.

“Oh, it’s you again.”

James swiveled to face a familiar low, husky feminine voice. “Good afternoon Ellie!” He announced with a cheerful tone. God, where is this sexy voice generated in this slim body? He carefully placed his steaming coffee mug by the hissing glass tubes.

“Windows won’t start.” She frowned at him, slapping the monitor. “I can’t get any work done, dammit. I think it’s that new Eisenstein application. You fix computers. Fix it.”

“Professor Eisenstein, you mean.” James grinned wide as he waved her away from her PC, taking her seat by the desk. She peeked over his shoulder and watched his long, lean fingers playing a fluent, quick-paced rhythm on the keyboard. She thought of his fingers trailing long, sensitive lines down her
-

“All of these glass tubes…” James interrupted, eyes on the PC screen.  “Scaring me shitless. What are you cooking in there, honey?”

“Nothing that I can share with you, sweetie.”

“Mmmmm-too bad. Sharing is nice.” He already got Windows up and running, and focused his attention on Eisenstein’s app. Ellie’s scent wafted and tangled in his nostrils, hinting Jasmine and fragrances that his numb senses couldn’t recognize. He drew a deeper breath.

“Okay, I think I can get this app to work,” He stated.  “Although… you’ll have to tell me some things first.”

“Such as?”

“As I get it, your app - Eisenstein’s, I mean - is like an elaborate recipe maker. It uses this huge ‘data bank’ of ingredients, randomly choosing a different few each time. Then it chooses various processing methods. So, each time you use the app, you get a different…recipe.”

“Basically, yes.”

“Only these ingredients are not flour, sugar and baking powder; these are chemicals which I don’t have the slightest clue even how to pronounce their names. Is one of them… ‘recipes’… contained in these sizzling glass tubes over there, right now?”

“Yes.”

“What is it that you’re working on, you and Eisenstein?”

Ellie leaned close above his right shoulder, mumbling softly in his ear. “I don’t see how this specific piece of knowledge has anything to do with you fixing my computer,” she whispered.

James swiveled in his chair to face her, his jeans-clad knees touching her bare legs. “But it does…” He said softly. “Have something to do with it.” His hands, seeming to have a will of their own, rose to hug Ellie’s thighs through her skirt. She froze, her breath hesitant. His hands moved in slow circles, gently caressing her flesh through the thin cloth, sliding slowly to her ass. His eyes were tight on her face, blue-greens meeting a honey-brown gaze.

“I still don’t… see…” Ellie whispered, lowering herself over him placing her small hands on his shoulders, “why do you need to know this.”

She felt his hands on her ass and spread her legs slightly, her breath and her pulse taking on a quicker pace. What the hell am I doing, her mind screamed at her. James pulled her closer between his widely spread legs as he pushed her skirt up her thighs, his fingers claiming to themselves more of this smooth cream.

“James…” Ellie moaned, something alien shifting behind her eyes. She arched her back and her neck, hands pressed tight into his shoulders, her long black hair flowing down her back.

“Mmmm…” He mouthed against her tummy, lips and teeth pressed into her shirt.  She gasped as he pulled down her slips, burying his fingers in the flesh of
her ass, softly kneading, squeezing.

“Tell me what you’re working on…” He mumbled, biting her shirt, tugging it away from her skin.

“I’m… Aaaahhh…” A loud groan escaped her as he pulled one hand from her ass and buried it between her thighs, his fingers parting damp dark curls, spreading her delicate nether lips, finding the throbbing nub of her clit.

“Tell me…” James moved his fingers in slow circles, massaging her clit, coaxing a soft yell out of her mouth. His other hand slid deeper between the tightening globes of her ass, finding the muscular ring of her butthole, teasing it.

“Can’t…” Ellie breathed, head thrown back, eyes tightly shut. Her hips and her ass danced as she slowly rocked against James’s hand, soaking his fingers with her juices, screaming as his fingers slid farther between her lips and found her entrance, slowly burying themselves inside her.

“CAN’T…” She screamed again, rocking faster, harder against him as his fingers worked deep inside the wet heat of her core.

“Yes… you can…” His hand in her ass rocked her against him, and he felt her wild panting and the sudden jerk as her pussy tightened forcefully around his fingers in short, quick squeezes. Ellie’s whole body shivered with her climax, her knees buckling beneath her.

James pulled his soaked hands away and grabbed Ellie’s slim waist, steadying her as she trembled, pulling her down to sit on his knees, her back to his face.

“Please, tell me… Can’t you see…” He mumbled into her ear, smoothing away a sweaty black tangle – “That this is not normal – we’re not acting as our normal selves… There’s something in this lab…” His mind told him, Stop, this is chem.-lab, the lab door is wide open, for Christ-sake. His hands thought differently and trailed up Ellie’s ribcage as he hugged her from behind, pushing Ellie’s shirt up as they moved, huddling her shirt over his wrists.

“You’re… right…” Ellie leaned back against his chest. “I think it’s that last recipe I made according to Eisen – Eisenstein’s app - ” She cupped her hands over his, leading him to her breasts.

James gave a soft moan, fondling the peaks of warm, soft cream he’d glimpsed earlier today through her shirt. He pushed down her demi-bra and her nipples popped out, tightening against his teasing fingers. Her back arched into him and she groaned, her nipples hard beneath his fingers, familiar wetness spreading between her thighs again. The rough caress of his jeans against her naked ass and bare thighs sent her mind into hazy swirls. She felt his erection through the rough cloth of his denim.

“That last recipe…” James felt true ache in his loins. He was biting Ellie’s earlobe as he spoke. “It’s the same one in there, isn’t it?” He motioned with his chin to the babbling straw-colored fluid in the transparent test tubes.

“Uh-huh…” She drew a shuddering breath, her butt moving against the bulge in his crotch. “I’d better… better… go take a closer look…”

Ellie tore herself away from his hands, almost stumbling over her own slips that still hugged her ankles. Unthinkingly she kicked them away, a risky maneuver considering she was still in her stilettos. Hurriedly pushing her skirt and her shirt down, she tumbled towards the work platform loaded with its mesh of tubes. James stifles a sigh as she left him cold, his eyes on her ass.

“Oh,” she said, leaning against the glossy platform.

“What?” James dragged himself from the chair to his feet, and ambled to her side. “Something wrong?” The aroma he smelled on her earlier seemed stronger here. It made his thoughts swim and tumble across each other.

“I was thinking…” Ellie uttered with clear effort. “This last recipe wasn’t working before on my lab rats. So, I was thinking – what has changed - ” Her hand smacked his coffee mug gently. “This is new. Your coffee’s aroma mixing into my recipe’s vapors. The missing ingredient.”

A smile played on her lips. A fine sweat trickle slid down her cheek from her temple and for some reason it made James go nuts. His hands slid around Ellie’s narrow waist.

“The missing ingredient… to what?” He mumbled from behind, his erection pressing against her ass.

“Well… to put it simply… To a love potion…” Closer to her tubes and his coffee she felt her blood steaming again. Her nipples tightened, exposed against her shirt.

“A LOVE POTION?” James nipped at her ear, sliding his lips to nibble at her neck, hugging her tight against his throbbing cock.

“Y… Yeah…” Ellie moaned, sending her hand back, tangling it in his full yellow hair.

“You’re not serious…” James cleared the work-platform with one arm-sweep, sending his mug and a mound of test tubes shattering and splashing against
the lab’s floor.

“JAMES!” Ellie screamed.

“WHAT…” James swiveled Ellie to face him and easily picked her up by her waist, settling her ass on the shiny platform. He spread her thighs wide and she didn’t object, just stared at him wide-eyed and breathless. He unzipped his jeans, cursing slightly, the heavily scented air tantalizing his senses and clouding his thoughts. Releasing his bobbing cock, he stepped between Ellie’s parted thighs and entered her with one clean thrust.

“JAMES!” She cried again, her thighs embracing him tightly, gathering him into her. Her stilettos knocked and clashed behind him. His hard cock filled her to the brim, stretching her walls, any tiny movement teasing her sensitized flesh.

“What…” He moaned against her skin, biting her neck. She wrapped her arms around him and clung to his shoulders as his ass rocked, sliding his cock in and out of her wet hug in a growing pace. Her hips and her butt danced again answering his movements, and she sank down and back against the now-empty platform. He drove his shaft deep inside her as she lay with her back flat against the table, her skirt pushed up to her waist. Her naked pale thighs were covered with a thin film of sweat and tangled around him. She screamed, her fingers outstretched and searching for something to hold on to, her burgundy nails helplessly scratching the smooth platform.

He leaned over her, his cock buried deep inside, pushing her shirt up again, his hands squeezing her breasts. He crouched lower and closed his mouth around a tight nipple and a swollen pink areola, licking and biting, traveling a wet tongue across her chest to her twin breast, suckling forcefully.

“GOD, JAAAAAMES!” Ellie screamed and purred, writhing wildly beneath him, rocking and pushing, impaled on his cock.

Fire raced through his loins and he shot his cum deep inside her with a wild thrust, holding her by her waist close against him.

He felt the tight fist-squeeze of her pussy as she came with him, arching towards him, shuddering violently, screaming his name.

He slowed his movements inside her, pulling gently out of her. She twisted away and gathered her hips into her, struggling to sit up, her face wearing
a confused expression.

“Ellie…” He whispered when he could catch his breath, pulling his jeans back up his butt, zipping himself. “I truly don’t know what came over me…”

“The air conditioning…” Ellie mumbled between broken gasps. “It finally cleared it all. The combination of my potion’s and your coffee’s fumes.”

He did his best to look away as she tidied herself up. She glanced at the lab’s door and a realization hit her, that the damn door was wide open
through the whole thing. Her face took on an intense red.

“At least now I can tell that it works…” She mumbled. “Three long years of  nothing, and now…” She shook her head.

“I wish I hadn’t spilled it all.” He looked embarrassed at the mess of glass shreds, coffee and clear liquid on the floor.

“I have it all in there.” Ellie pointed at the computer. “Just one thing, though…”

“Yeah?”

“Which brand of coffee were you drinking?” She grinned.

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A very brief bio: Dawn Harley is a 30 years old medical doc, living in
Israel. She's an enthusiastic reader of erotica, fantasy and science fiction
each genre apart or all nicely blended together, and she loves even more to
try and write other stuff than boring medical papers. She does her best to
keep track of the various pen names she's using.