Hey baby,

You’ve mentioned once or twice that I’m not backwards in coming forwards and telling you what i need or want you to do, and when. (And where.)

I’ve several times written you fantasies about what i see us doing together. It’s always a mututally enjoyable experience, and i don’t consider you to be selfish in any shape or form - in this situation or any other.

But this one time, i want to be selfish myself.

I want to detail to you what i want you to do to me, and how, and where.

You and I are so compatible that just thinking about what I was going to write in this mail excited me enormously. Your touch upon my skin sends shivers down my spine. The way you talk to me makes me blush all over. The way you look at me just makes me melt.

I see you starting at the the opposite end of me, sitting by my ankles, stroking them gently. You bend your head and kiss them both and continue to kiss both my legs, stroking them gently with your hand, tickling me behind the knees and delighting in my obvious combination of discomfort and unbearable pleasure as I squirm.

You move up towards me, slowly, tantalisingly.

Your mouth moves to my thighs, pushing my legs up, so that the soles of my feet are flat down, and my knees are bent. You shift so that you are lying between them, face up, kissing, licking and nibbling my leg… the feeling of which is sending me closer and closer to heaven… You shift again, turning to my other leg, and repeating your actions… I’m gasping and letting out little cries of joy.

You finally reach my core, my apex, the part of me screaming out for you the strongest and loudest. And then, with an evil glint in your eye, you pass it by with just a tiny hint of your tongue, trailing sugestively over it, softly parting the pink lips, and swiftly, agonisingly, moving up my body. You kiss my scar, and nuzzle into my stomach, causing me to quiver with delight. i can’t help giggling as you tickle me, and you love that I laugh in delight.

You continue to slowly and langorously kiss me all the way up my torso, until your hands and mouth find my breasts, and then I really find myself drifting into heaven. Every stroke, every touch sends me into ecstasy. You suck and nibble and nuzzle and i just melt… until you bring me back to you by biting me on the nipple until i cry out in joyous pain.

My whole body is on fire for you… and you delight in teasing me… i want you to kiss me, I want you to touch me, I want you inside me… and you know it…. and you hold out on me. I moan softly, pleading with you to at least kiss me… until you eventually do, silencing me, drinking me in, our soft lips touching hesitantly at first but soon meshing together in such a passionate warm kiss that we both feel giddy.

Our mouths stayed melded together, but your hand begins to wander back down my body… until once again you find my sex… it yearns for you and you can feel it. You stroke the outside, teasing me again until, through our kiss, your hear me moan in frustration, and enter me with your fingers, slipping them into my hot core, astounded at how wet I am, having not come yet. At the same time, i can feel your glorious cock nudging against my thigh, rock hard and already slippery, and i can’t wait for you to be inside me.

You can feel my desire for you, and yours for me is just as apparent. You shift me until i’m lying by your side, and start playing with your cock, rubbing it against my lips, entering the tip and then removing it, continuing to tease me until neither of us can stand it any longer. With a sigh of joy you slide all the way into me, and i moan in sheer delight and pleasure.

We move together in a rhythm that feels so natural to us both, so right, you thrusting and me accepting, my muscles holding you and releasing, our hands all over each other, our mouths still tasting each others lips and tongue, our breath coming faster as we soar higher and higher together, spiralling up and up, the ecstasy mounting, the intensity increasing, neither of us able to let the other go, until we peak. You explode into me, and i orgasm once, twice, again and again… Ohhhhh god, baby… i love you…

Breathless and exhilarated and contented and joyous and elated, we lie in each others arms… wishing the moment could last forever…

Hope you enjoyed yourself baby… love you

Lucinda droned on.

Robert replied, engaging her in further tedious dialogue. Politics, stocks, the latest scandal in the society pages, I didn’t know which they were discussing. I wasn’t listening.

I studied the mural behind Robert’s head, diligently ignoring Lucinda’s nasal monotone emerging from the end of the table. The others seemed enthralled by Lucinda’s chatter… most likely they were silently calculating how expensive a lay she would be, and how profitable. If there was one thing Lucinda had more of than a cavernous voice and lofty opinions, it was money.

Overhead, ornate chandeliers of crystal teardrops tinkled softly, casting tiny prisms of sparkling light. The room glowed with gold overtones. Plush carpet tickled my toes.

I’d removed my shoes.

As Lucinda bore on about , I suddenly became aware of a sensation on my foot. Someone’s foot caressed my foot, curved gently around my ankle, slid up my calf and slowly back down again. I looked across the table.

Robert stared straight at me.

“…wouldn’t you agree, Robert?” Lucinda had asked him a question.

Without missing a beat, Robert turned and answered her in an even flow of lush, gallant diction.

Meanwhile his foot had crawled between my thighs and pressed itself firmly against my pubic bone. A wave of intense sensation flooded through me. I gasped loudly. No one noticed. Lucinda was laughing loudly at whatever Robert had said. Everyone laughed, some with Lucinda, some at her.

Robert winked seductively at me from across the table.

His foot moved, toes gently applying pressure here and there, as though searching. He was indeed searching, and when his toe pressed gently but firmly against my clitoris, I gasped again, and he smiled a little. A gentle, playful, pleased smile.

I licked my lips and blinked slowly at him.

His foot pressed gently, gyrating slowly. I shifted my hips slightly, pushing myself closer to him, and eyed him steadily, with my mouth tightly closed. I refused to allow a gasp or moan to escape my lips.

I was determined to come silently, he’d seen me do it before, and he knew it was difficult for me to stay quiet, not let out a whoop as I rode my orgasm to completion. He knew and he loved pushing me to orgasm in public where he could watch me struggle to come quietly.

He knew my body so well, it wasn’t long before the cascades of sensation overwhelmed me and I had to shut my eyes to contain it all inside me.

I opened my eyes and Robert was smiling, watching me. I could tell he was thoroughly pleased with himself, with me, and our little escapade.

My eyelids felt heavy, as though I was just waking from sleep. I shuddered a final time, clenching his foot tightly between my thighs before releasing it. His eyes popped open in surprise. I smiled.

When I returned from the powder room, desert had been rolled out and lavishly spread across the table. Truffles, fluffy cream puffs, wreaths of fruit and cake and so many delicious goodies, I felt like a princess in Lucinda’s castle.

Robert was happily stuffing pastries between his lips. He had cream puff on his cheek and his lower lip. He caught my gaze as the tip of his tongue licked at the cream on his lip. He didn’t notice the cream still on his cheek. Smiling at him, I plucked a handful of strawberries from one of the mountains of berries on the table. I realised Robert was watching me eat the berries. Watching my lips and cheeks as I sucked on the end of the strawberry before drawing it into my mouth. He watched me intently until the last berry was gone and my lips were licked clean.

An empty chair sat to my right, and to my left, Lucinda’s kindly uncle who had nodded off in a whiskey fog. A tinkling of an idea started to snake its way around my head. Robert eyed me curiously. He didn’t know what my scheming mind had just concocted.

During the next lull in conversation, I seized my opportunity.

“Oh, Lucinda, darling,” I enthused in my best Lucinda-wannabe voice. “Why don’t you tell us that amusing little story about when you were skiing in the French Alps with Frederik?”

“Amusing? It’s perfectly hilarious!” Lucinda gushed. Her audience was rapt.

Robert was still smiling at me, bemused by my sudden outburst of participation in social banter. He didn’t know about my plan. As the men round the table joined in Lucinda’s storytelling, I pushed my chair back and slipped quietly beneath the table. Robert’s lap was directly in front of me. I crept forward until I was perched on my knees between his legs.

He peeked under the folds of tablecloth. I grinned devilishly at him. Let him taste his own medicine, I thought.

Lucinda asked her audience their guesses on the elevation of the Alps. A muffled voice ventured, “Five thousand metres?”

“Wrong!” She pounced gleefully. I took hold of Robert’s trousers and pulled down the zipper. Lucinda chuckled loudly over the noise.

I reached into his pants and freed his straining cock. It bounced into my hand, rock-hard, alive, throbbing. Wrapping my hand firmly around the shaft, I touched my wet lips to the head, stroking lightly with my tongue. In the darkness beneath the table, I felt rather than saw him clench at the tablecloth above my head. His legs held me tightly in his lap.

I could tell it wouldn’t take long. He was rigid in his chair. He’d been horny all night, even before Lucinda’s stupid dinner party. His hand grasped my hair, guiding the strokes of my tongue and mouth.

He pushed me away suddenly, wrapped his erection in the folds of the tablecloth. He was ready to come. I scrambled back to my chair, and seated myself just in time to watch Robert’s face as he orgasmed into Lucinda’s table linen.

He didn’t have much practice with public orgasm. As the wave of sensation overwhelmed him, he moaned aloud. His hand struck the underside of the table, jiggling the silverware and crystal.

“My dear, Robert!” Lucinda asked worriedly. “Are you quite alright?”

“Oohh…” Robert moaned again, and opened his eyes. “Oh, I…no,” he stammered. “I mean, uhm…”

Was he blushing?

“I’m sorry,” he continued, clearing his throat. “No, I’m – er, suddenly not feeling well. A… a terrible migraine has come upon me, suddenly.” He looked relieved, then, remembered he should be looking pained, so he scowled.

I coughed to hide my grin.

Robert stood up, apologizing. “I think I need to go home now before it gets any worse.” He looked at me pointedly.

I was out of my seat and headed for his side by the time Lucinda realised what was happening.

“No, don’t bother showing us out, Lucinda,” I insisted, herding her back to her dinner guests. “We’ll find our way. Thanks for the lovely evening and the wonderful dinner. Good night everyone!” I rushed out of the room after Robert.

At the bottom of the sweeping staircase he pulled me aside into a small, dimly lit corridor just off the vestibule to the main entrance of Lucinda’s nouveau-riche chateau. He pushed me roughly against the wall, hiking my dress up to my hips and plunging himself inside me in one swift motion. The stone was cold against my back. Robert’s hands gripped me, his mouth pressed hungrily into mine as he thrust into me over and over. It would take longer to satisfy him this time. He was hungry, lust-driven. He made low growling noises as he came, holding me pinned to the wall, until he shuddered to a stop and leaned his cheek against mine.

We almost collapsed on the floor, giggling together.

We ran out of Lucinda’s castle, away from her pretentious dinner party, down the steps to where the car was parked. We clambered into the back seat like two lusty teenagers. A little while later Robert drove us home, to our house at the edge of the city.

My lover P is a professor and I am a student, thousands of miles away from each other. And so we often can’t help thinking of what would happen should we be at the same university, and I were in his class. Naturally.

This is one possibility:

I’ve been in your class since September, and I’ve been wanting to fuck you at least that long. I’d seen you around campus and was intrigued, and now that I’ve had your class and listened to you speak, read your work–I’m completely captivated. I’ve been cumming to thoughts of you since September, and sometimes I wonder if you can tell. I don’t think so. I never miss a chance to raise a good objection in class, and wonder if you know that this intellectual sparring also makes my panties damp. Yet even as I challenge you I’m always wondering to what extent your passion for ideas, your talk about ‘desire’ in class, translates into the other more carnal realm –if you’re this passionate in the classroom, how passionate would you be in bed, I wonder? And it makes my knees weak.

I want so badly to fuck you, I want to see what you can teach me there.

But I’ve not acted on it yet. I wouldn’t whilst class was going on. Not just because you could lose your job, but because I don’t want this intellectual experience contaminated for me. I’m going to get an A from you because I’m your best student. And I want you to think I’m fucking brilliant, as I think you are, before we find out how brilliantly we may fuck.

So when I’ve come to your office hours I’ve always made certain that I have a good question, a good topic, but this hasn’t stopped me from making sure I wear something low-cut, so that as I bend to take notes you won’t be able to avoid seeing my breasts.

And I love this heady mix of intellectual excitement and lust that I feel. To talk about desire while feeling it so strongly. . .bliss.

I’m afraid to start something with you, though I long to. I can’t imagine propositioning you in your office, so, after long debate, I scribble my phone number and “call me” and my initial, O, at the end of the last paper I turn in to you on the last day, 8th December. I can’t quite believe my nerve, and I imagine that, at worst, it’ll be an amusing story for you to tell. At best…

My flatmate leaves town today, as do many students, and I decide to stay here in this college town for another week, to see if you call. And you do.

My heart pounds, but I try to remain calm. You must know I want you now, but I can’t just proposition you. I can’t be sure, after all, what you know, and what you want. If you want. I have (of course!) a plausible sort of intellectual topic to discuss—as always, and its not a false one, it is something I’m interested in, as ever in our discussions—and I suggest we meet for a drink to discuss it. I suggest a place that’s nice, and dark, and generally unpopulated by students, especially now.
I hope you’re also getting the other message I’m telegraphing, that this means we’d be meeting somewhere where you’d be safe. If.

But what you don’t know is that its also conveniently located very near to my flat. And that what I’m going to be wearing as I wait for you will leave you no doubt about my true intentions, the moment you see me there, tucked away in a dark corner booth in this intimate bar.

I’m waiting now. I’m terribly nervous; my mouth is dry and the crotch of my pantyhose are damp, and I got here early to compose myself, and have a drink to lower my inhibitions. I get a bottle of wine for the table, casting caution to the winds, and I pretend to concentrate on my book as I wait. Both so that men will be less inclined to hit on me as I wait here alone, and so that you will have a chance when you get here to observe me without me seeing you.
To see this low-cut black dress I’m wearing, my crossed legs in their sheer dark stockings, the high boots I’m wearing, with their high heels.

I’m not wearing panties.

I try to focus…and it’s worked, I don’t know how long you’ve been here, but you smile down at me—and I know from your smile that you do know exactly what ive been intending—and say,
“great dress O.”
“It clings to you in all the right places”
And your admiring gaze runs all over me, as you’ve never permitted it to do before. Letting me know you see me, want me. It’s like a touch, like being stroked, the way you’re looking at my body.
I don’t know what to say, –this transition much longed for had left me breathless.
And more so when you slide into the booth alongside me.
I can feel your thigh alongside mine.
I want to press against it, but I don’t yet.

You reach for the wine and I see your hand tremble slightly as you fill your glass and top off mine. You’re nervous too?
And we talk for a while, but the inhibitions are coming down, and the way we’re looking at each other, our faces and bodies so close together now, we can’t concentrate.

And then finally your hand, underneath the tabletop, comes to rest on my thigh, stroking it through the sheer black nylon where my skirt’s ridden up.

I gasp a bit, at this first touch, and can’t help leaning back a bit in the booth. Parting my legs for you a little and arching my black. You can see my hard nipples poke against the thin fabric, know they ache for your touch. Your fingers, your tongue…I’m afraid to breathe even, lest you should stop.
You don’t. Your hand wanders up my leg a bit, emboldened by my reaction, your fingers on my inner thigh, gently tracing there, stroking there.
I can feel that im getting wetter, soaking my pantyhose already.
You move closer to me and suddenly kiss my neck softly, and I can’t help moaning softly when I feel your mouth there, feel the warmth and wetness, and your hot breath.

Your hand slides up even higher, and your tongue traces my throat and you murmur my name, and then. “You know, I’ve wanted you since the first day of class.”

Desire floods me, overwhelms me, and I don’t care anymore what you might think. I take your hand in mine and slide it up my thigh, under my skirt, and press two of your fingers against the crotch of my pantyhose. Against me. I know you can feel the dampness there and the heat radiating, as you catch your breath, bite your bottom lip to keep from making more noise, attract attention to us here. I whisper teasingly, but you can hear the desire in my voice, “can you feel how wet I’ve been for you, all semester?’

You laugh softly and nod, caressing my wet, soft mound, relishing this obvious evidence of my desire for you. My excitement.
“Yes,” you say, and I’m driven wild, maddened by your touch, so afraid someone will see, but I don’t care. Just so long as you don’t stop; don’t stop… “and you have no idea how much I want to taste that hot, wet cunt of yours.”
I’m thrilled and ashamed and excited all at once, that you’re talking to me this way. I love it though, I love it.

Your hand leaves me though, and goes to your pocket. I don’t know what you have in mind, when you bring it out, but its your pocket knife, and I hold my breath as you gently, discreetly, and very carefully cut a hole in my pantyhose, right where there’re wettest. Hooray for the Boy Scouts of America, and their motto ‘be prepared’!, I inwardly cheer, and make a solemn oath on the spot to all women, to send any sons I may someday have to join them.

I’m powerless to stop you, and I’m ashamed—someone might see! But I also don’t want you to stop—but no, we’re covered by the table, as your hand returns. To my—cunt. As you’re teaching me now to call it. Wriggling your fingers through the rent, wet hose, I catch my breath, but your fingers now are where I’ve longed for so long to have them be, on my naked, wet, shaven pussy, and your mouth is devouring my neck, my ears. I lean back against the booth, trembling, eyes closing in ecstasy, as your fingers gently trace my wet slit, not opening me yet.

Then you bring your fingers up to my face suddenly, tracing my lips, smearing my own juices on them and then on your own, as you lean over to kiss me at last, taste me at last.

And then you whisper in my ear, “O, your pussy tastes even better than I’d imagined.”
And your hand goes back, underneath the table, your fingers parting my slit now, stroking my labia, seeking out my clit with surety.

I can’t bear it any longer! I say, low, pleading, “Please, P, please, take me home and fuck me there, I need to have you. I need to taste your cock.”
“yes,” you say,
“in a moment.”
And your fingers are suddenly inside me. Pushing into me the way I need your cock to, your tongue.
You kiss me again, muffling my moan, and my mouth opens eagerly for you, just as my pussy is, wanting your tongue, wanting to be penetrated by you.
We kiss passionately, while discreetly your fingers are fucking me, right here, in the pub.

And now I can’t bear it, my head is swimming, and I need to be touching you, I run my hand up your own leg, towards the bulge in your pants, needing to feel your cock. I can’t believe you are doing this to me here, in the pub, in public….though I have fantasized many times in many ways about fucking you this semester, I hadn’t pictured this scenario. I glimpse other unknown pleasures ahead, more teachings about desire, and I surrender. Always.

O

Dear M

As you know, our last conversation left me in a state of… shall we say fevered excitement?

I want you to know, that once i was alone, and in private, i discovered that i was wetter than I’d ever been before (when alone).

I could barely keep my finger in place to stroke the right spot. Even though the *right spot* was rock hard, and upstanding.

I stroked it lightly at first, in contrast to how I usually do, as I was imagining you doing it instead of me.

When last you actually did this to me, you started off so lightly, so gently, so reverently… it was a truly beautiful thing. You grew more bold and more adventurous as time went on, bringing me to higher and higher levels of arousal until i came and came and came - orgasming multiple times, and almost fainting with ecstasy.

I remembered that as I stroked and caressed myself this time.

Then i pictured you in the booth with me, with you sitting where I was and me astride you. Your trousers around your ankles, mine around mine.

Your rock hard penis pumping within me, with each thrust stroking my clit, our faces a mesh of tongues and lips, our breathing hot and heavy but surprisingly in sync.

We move together, harder, faster, higher, harder, faster, higher… until I come… oh god… so good.

I can almost feel you coming inside me. And how i long to feel that…! You shooting streams of love all the way into me, and my body accepting it as if it were a precious gift.

Do you know how much I want that? Desire that? Need that? More than words can say…

I’d make you so happy, baby… And being with you would make me truly happy.

I love you.

EM xxx

My wife of 40 plus years had lost her lubrication and her interest in any sex several years ago.

A few months ago she and a lady friend of her’s went to a party for women one evening and she has been a different woman ever since.

As she later told me the theme of the party was rejuvenation. The attendees were mostly in their 60’s, 70’s and a couple in their 80’s !

In essense the party was about lotions and potions held out to be for making your skin younger and helping to cope with gravity.

She said the presenter was in her 70’s, a very nice looking lady with a similar figure to my wife’s. They were both about 5′6″, 150 lbs, 34b with a little more tummy than was preferred.

The presenter’s name was Sue and she was a very outgoing and positive attituded lady.

She started on the skin rejuvenator and did a good job of selling the various products,(my wife bought some) and moved onto the potions.

Sue told of many examples of improved attitude, demeanor and feelings of wellbeing. She even called upon one of the older ladies who was a very enthusiastic supporter of the products. The older ladies name was Joanne. Joanne raved about diminishing ackes and pains and more vitality and alertness.

Joanne even blushed and told the group that it had reawakened her interest in sex.

She said that her husband was impotent but she bought a couple of dildo’s and would masturbate with him watching,(which he greatly appreciated ) and when she was alone.

My wife, who has shown nothing but disdain for anything sexual for so long, even including when I would ask her to let me perform cunnilingus on her, that I thought she would never come back, bought some of this potion.

I can only get an erection with a vacuum pump of a shot in the penis. My wife told me that if I could not perform naturally she was not interested. One time I got a shot for erections, showed my beautiful erect cock to her and she got tears in her eyes and said she supposed that it was her duty to let me have sex with her.

But, moving on, my wife started using the products and she did notice improvements as advertized !!

She was amazed and pleased. So much so that she called the older lady, Joanne and got together with her to discuss this new life.

Joanne persuaded my wife to get a dildo and helped her pick it out at an online source and then worked with her on the first couple of times of use. Joanne demonstrated with my wife and even used it on my wife with amazing pleasure the result.

Next, Joanne talked my wife into joining into a swinging group. My wife has told me many times that she has no fantasies and has never masturbated.

Her first visit, with Joanne, to the on premise swing club, my wife watched Joanne get oral sex and give it to two different men. My wife being new to all of this just watched until Joanne came on to my wife and they ended up eating and pleasureing each other for a couple of hours.

When my wife got home late that night she just said that the party went on longer than she had anticipated.

She took her shower, I went back to sleep and nothing more was said.

A couple of weeks later she said she was going to another party and described it as a hen party and did not invite me.

While she was gone, I discovered her dildo and was really pleased.

She got home late again, same story, nothing more was said.

Finally one evening she came into the study where I was jacking off,(yes, I can jackoff even with a limp cock),and asked me if I would like some help.

She stripped and we read some stories together as I stroked my cock I asked her if she would like me to help her. To my delight and pleasure she said yes and brought out her dildo.

We had a really nice time for a while that evening.

Another evening she asked me if we could read some of those stories together again.
What should I say ?

After reading a couple she then told me of her reawakening and asked if I minded.

I told her no. I was delighted and encouraged her to go for the pleasure any way she could.

Since then we have gone to some senior swingers parties and enjoyed out new and pleasureable life immeasureably.

As I lay there in bed alone, my heart raced and my mind whirled as it had done for the past several hours. It was now 1 am and the anticipation had grown steadily through out the evening. I had a notion that I was about to fulfill one of my longest standing and favorite fantasies.

It had taken some coaxing to convince my wife that this was just what was needed to spice up our love life. In the end she had agreed and by the time the big night arrived, she was actually looking forward to it with as much nervous anticipation as I was.

Let me first state that for a long time I had had fantasies of Meg with another man. For various reasons this had not come to pass. I might add that one of her favorite fantasies was to be with multiple partners at once. The one time we had made a reluctant attempt we had gone to a club together with the idea of Meg picking up a guy or two, she said she had felt too uncomfortable with me there watching her every move. After this we had given up on the idea for a while, until about a week ago when the concept was rejuvenated.

The plan was that if Meg felt uncomfortable with me there, maybe she would feel better on her own. The stipulation I had was that she gave me all of the details upon her return. We had made arrangements to farm the children out that Saturday afternoon and night and by 6 pm were going through the preparation stages for our big night. Meg said she planned to go for an early workout at the local gym, then have a lavish dinner and then on to her adventure at the club. We agreed that she would be home by 1 am to & give us time to complete our fantasy.

She had collected together her gym clothes (she chose a rather revealing outfit that day which consisted only of a brief workout top and a pair of high cut bottoms, sneakers etc.). She dressed in a simple, but short sun dress which revealed her shapely legs extremely well and of course, no bra. This was to be what she would wear to dinner and the club afterward.

The thoughts of what she might be doing had traveled through my mind all evening long and I had had a hard on for most of the night. Still, I was somewhat doubtful that anything much would occur as Meg is really quite conservative but even just thinking of what could happen had left me in a state of arousal which I had not known since I was 17 years old.

As agreed, she returned home at exactly 1 am. My heart pounded as I heard her walk down the hall toward our bedroom. Slowly she opened the door and came inside, standing closer to the doorway than than the bed. What a sight she was, hair all tussled, a warm glow about her and a eyes just a little glassy. She sighed heavily , leaned back against the dresser and kicked off her shoes.

“Well!”, I said jokingly, “a fine time of night this is for a married woman to be coming home. Have you been a little bit naughty?”
“Maybe just a little”, she said with a mischievous grin.
“Only a little”, I asked feigning disappointment.
“Wellllll….. maybe more than a little”, she said playfully.
“Did you go to the gym?”, I asked.

“Uh Huh.”
“How about the club? Did you go there?”

Meg hesitated for a minute and then said a little shyly, “I never made it out of the gym!”

“I think you should tell me all about it” I said.”Every detail.That’s what we agreed”.

She leaned back against the wall, tilted her head back a little and began to recount her adventure.

“Well, I went to the gym as first planned. After I changed into my work out gear, I went out onto the floor to do some stationary bike stuff. There was hardly any one there, though. Just a couple of girls and one guy and they all left within a few minutes.I spent about 10 minutes on the bike and then started doing legs on the machines. That’s when Eric came over.

“Eric? Who’s Eric? I thought you said everyone had gone home?”
“Eric’s one of the managers. You know who he is. About your height, sandy hair, very even features and a gorgeous body. Anyway, he came over and asked if I wanted some help with my techniques. Of course I said “Sure!”.Well, while I worked out we chatted a little and he told me what I was doing right and doing wrong. When he got close to me he smelled really nice…he had on kind of a musky cologne. Pretty soon he was showing me how to feel the contraction in each muscle I was working. He’d put his hand on my calf while I was doing toe raises to feel the muscle tighten. Then on the back of my thighs during curls. On the front of my thighs doing extensions. He even squeezed and kneaded my butt on the glute machine. He kept complimenting me on how good I looked too. He’s really nice, I liked him a lot. Real sexy too. Then we went over to the spread eagle machine and as I started to exercise he put his hands between my legs right up near my… you know… and began squeezing a little harder this time. Hon, I was getting so turned on with his face right next to mine and his hands between my legs…”
Meg’s voice trailed off a bit.”And that’s when Jim arrived,” she said sort of non nonchalantly.

“Jim? Now who is Jim?”

“Oh Jim,” she said, “Jim is this incredible hunk of a man. Blond hair. A face a little like Robert Redford. About 6 foot 3. Big broad shoulders. Strong arms. Hard, hot thighs. Tight buns.”

“I guess you checked him out pretty well, eh!”

“It was hard not too, he, Eric and I were the only ones there! Well, anyway I asked Eric who he was and he said “Oh that’s big, stroking Jim. He’s in here every day for half an hour or so. That’s how he keeps in great shape. The lady managers named him that.” When I asked him why he explained after working out, Jim always masturbates in the shower.

“And how would the lady managers know that?” I asked.

“Well, remember when you were teasing me about one-way mirrors and cameras in the girls changing room. You were right. But there are ones in the guys room too. And the lady managers like to sneak in and watch Jim do his thing. Its really quite a show.”

“So you saw the show did you?”

“Oh yes, but only a little later after I had my shower. I was so turned on after hearing about Jim, and with what Eric had been doing to me, that I finished my work out and went straight to the shower. I took off all my clothes, grabbed my razor and turned on the water. Then I remembered that Eric had said there were cameras in the showers too. Well that just made me hornier than ever. The idea that someone might be watching got me really hot. I got in and started to soap up, rolling my nipples and rubbing the suds all over me. I was really turned on, My nipples were standing straight out and I couldn’t keep from pinching and tweaking them. I had brought my razor to shave my legs and when I was done I decided to shave a little down there too… you know, how you like. Well one thing led to another and before I knew it I got carried away and shaved off everything. I dropped my razor on the shower floor and put my right hand between my legs and the other hand pinched my left nipple. It felt so good… all smooth and silky. It didn’t take long before my right hand found its way deeper. I was so slippery. Hon, I was so turned on I put my head back and fantasized about Eric watching me and I came in about 30 seconds, it was really a strong one.”

“It doesn’t sound like you were too naughty,” I said.

“I haven’t even gotten to the beginning yet,” Meg replied coyly.
“Ok, so what happened next?” I asked.

“Well,” she continued. ” I got out of the shower and toweled off and then dried my hair in front of the mirror. I was still thinking about Eric watching me so I took a little more time than usual and rubbed lotion all over my body right there in front of the mirror. I paid extra attention to my breasts and and between my legs where I had shaved in hopes he was on the other side….I even spread myself a little to be sure he got a good view. Then I put on my dress, but decided to leave off my undies, so I was naked underneath. Packed up my things and went out. When I got to the desk, Eric was there and he smiled at me kind of knowingly and asked if I had a nice shower. I said, “Yeah, it was great. But you should know that!” He just smiled again and said goodbye. Then I walked out to the parking lot to find the car.”

“Hang on!” I said. “You said you never made it out of the gym.”
“Wait a minute, Silly. I’ll get to all of that in a second. Then Eric opened the door to the club and came running after me. My heart skipped a beat when I heard him behind me. He came right up to me just before I got to the car and said, “Hey, Meg. I’ve got an idea. How would you like to see Jim put on his show?” I was really surprised but decided to go for it and told him I’d like to. So we turned around and headed back to the gym. It was nice and cool out so my nipple were standing straight out and I could feel the breeze between my legs, under my dress. I started thinking about what I was going to see and was getting a little nervous. But you know what Hon, I started to get turned on all over again.Eric took me to the back to the gym. There was a door there I hadn’t noticed before. He had a key. It was kind of between the guy and girls changing room. Anyway, when he opened it up there was this narrow room with a real dim light inside. I couldn’t
believe it at first but on one side was a window which looked into the girls room and on the other was one which looked into the guys side.

“The one-way mirrors?” I asked immediately knowing the answer.
“Yeah! And next to the mirror on each side was a fairly good sized TV screen which showed an empty shower. Of course, there was nobody in the gym at all except Eric, Jim and me. There was one of the flat padded exercise benches in the middle of the room and Eric told me to sit down facing the guys room. He said we might have to wait a minute or two as Jim was just finishing his workout. He sat own next to me and that’s when we started making out. Just kissing a little at first but then with a lot of tongue.I asked him if he had watched me in the shower. He told me he had and that he was really horny because of it…. Is this bothering you… do you want me to stop?” she teased.

“No Way! I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been!” I protested.
Meg continued. “I saw some movement through the mirror out of the corner of my eye and broke off the kiss to see. Jim had come into the changing room and was taking off his shirt. His body was gorgeous, really strong and muscular and well defined. Then he slid down his pants. His back was toward us so I got a great view of his tight buns as he bent over. Eric said “The show is about to begin” and I could feel my heart pounding with anticipation. He went over and fiddled with the TV screen until he located the shower that Jim was in and then came and sat next to me again. I was watching the screen when Jim pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in. Wow, Hon. This was the first time I had seen him from the front with nothing on. He was really big.Eric and I started to kiss again. I could still see the screen while we were…you know, fooling around.”

“Fooling around? What does that mean! I think youÕre leaving out a whole lot, there,” I said pretending irritation.

“Are you sure, you want to hear everything?” Meg asked playfully.
“Everything!” I said. “Did he touch you”

“Oh, yes! Lots!”

“Where?”

“Here,”she said lowering the strap on her dress and exposing her beautiful breasts. She rolled one nipple and the other between thumb and forefinger as she spoke.”And here.” She dropped her dress completely and rubbed between her legs.

The sight of her completely shaven was one which I had not seen in years and I couldn’t help but reach under the sheets and massage myself as her fingers slid up and down.

“Go on,” I said throatily.

“Well, as soon as Jim got in the shower he soaped up and shampooed his hair and then rinsed off. Then he took some lotion… I guess it was lotion… and started rubbing himself with it. It was amazing to watch, Hon. He kept sliding his hand up and down and it grew and grew until it got really long and hard and thick.. I mean it was about 9 inches and as thick as my wrist. But just watching it grow in his hand while he was stroking it got me all worked up. I had to have something so I reached over and started stroking Eric while I was watching Jim on the screen. Eric had the top of my dress down by now and had one hand rubbing me underneath while he pinched my nipples with the other. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I stood up and took off my dress completely and then sat back down and spread my legs real wide. Eric got down and knelt between my legs and started licking me and sucking me too. He put a finger inside then two and I think maybe three. I was so wet I just leaned back and watched Jim on the screen while Eric went down on me. Pretty soon Jim started to move his hand faster and faster and he leaned back and pushed it way out in front of him. He started to cum and I could see the long white streams coming out and shooting across the shower. That was enough to send me over the top and I came at the same time as Jim did while Eric was licking me so well. My hips were bucking and I rubbed myself all over Eric’s mouth. The feeling was incredible it must have lasted 30 seconds or more. After I caught my breath, I looked up and saw Eric had taken off his clothes and was standing right there in front of me. He wasnÕt as long as Jim but was almost as thick. He looked so good there just inches from my lips.

“Did you kiss it?” I asked. By now I was hard as rock and was beginning to squirm.

“At first I only kissed and licked a little but then I took the whole head it my mouth, then a little more and a little more until I was giving him a real blow job. He felt so good in my mouth, all hard and hot and big I just had to keep going. At one point he stopped me and asked if we could make love. I told him he could put just the tip in for a minute and then take it out. I wasn’t really sure if I was ready to go that far. Well, he did. I spread my legs really wide and he put just the tip between my lips moved it around a little. It felt so good though, I couldn’t help myself, I started pushing back a little and he started going deeper and deeper. Pretty soon I pushed so far forward that he was half way in. He still hadn’t moved. It was all me. He held his breath and the I heard him start to groan a little. I felt so sexy and he was divine inside me but I wanted him to come in my mouth an I told that out loud. He stood up straight again and I took him in my mouth again. This time I could taste that he was about to cum. He was throbbing in my mouth and you can taste a little bit just before it happens. I started sucking harder and using lots of tongue and then I could feel him squirt and he flooded my mouth with his cum. There was so much. I swallowed all I could but some leaked out a bit.”Wow,” I said,

“That was really sexy, Hon. I don’t know how much more I can take. Look how turned on I am.” I drew back the covers so Meg could see my incredible erection.

“Oh, you better hold back a while,” she said smiling, “there’s more.”
“Tell me!”

“It took Eric a few minutes to recover. He was out of breath and from all the moaning he was doing while he came in my mouth, I know I did a good job. You know how good I am at that anyway. Then he told me that he and Jim were really good friends and he was sure Jim would like to play a little too, if I was up to it. I was a little hesitant at first but this was my longtime fantasy and by now I was quite horny again after giving Eric a blow job. You know how that turns me on. So I said OK and Eric took me through a door into the guys changing room. Jim was a little startled when he saw us but Eric told him we had just watched his show and wondered if he was up for a little more. Jim kind of grinned at me and asked if I liked what I saw. Hon, I was so nervous I couldn’t speak. I just nodded. I kept staring at his gorgeous body. He was ever so much more sexy in the flesh. Then Jim walked over to me and took me in his arms and kissed me really deep and passionately. I put my arms up around his shoulders, they were broad and firm, and he pulled me close so our bodies were melded together. I could feel him growing in between us and I was getting really wet again. It kept getting bigger and harder until it was half way up my tummy. I reached down and started to stroke it some. I could barely get my hand all the way round. I couldn’t wait to have it inside me. I think Jim sensed I really wanted it because he pushed a little on my shoulders to separate us and then sat me down on a bench right in front of mirror. I leaned back a little with my hands behind me on the bench for support and Jim came a little closer. He was right there in front of me and he looked so delicious, all hard and long and thick. He moved a little closer and I took him in my mouth. Just the head though, because he was so big. He tasted really good and I sucked him for at least 3 or 4 minutes. I was getting so horny I couldn’t stand it. I put my hand down there and rubbed myself while I worked on Jim with my mouth. Then he moved back a bit and whispered that he wanted to put it inside me. All I could say was “Be gentle, I’ve never had one so big.” I had completely forgotten about Eric at this point. He came up beside me and said, “Let me help.” Then I leaned back a little more, still supporting myself with my hands behind me and Eric spread my legs apart really wide. Jim moved between them and began sliding himself up and down without actually putting it in. I looked down and was really sexy to watch. I could really see everything because I had shaved. Hon, I couldn’t believe what happened next. Eric reached down and grabbed Jim and guided him into me. He slid the tip in with no trouble. Oh, it felt so good, didn’t hurt at all. Eric helped him get a little more in and by the time he was half way in, I couldn’t hold back and I came again, really strong. I must have opened up some when I came, because when it subsided I looked down again and Jim was all the way in. I felt so full. It was incredible. Eric took his hand away and leaned forward and start to lick me just as Jim started moving in and out. The feeling was so great; to have one guy going down on me while the other was inside me. It lasted for ages. Because of the way Eric was bent over I was able to take him in my mouth and as I turned I could see the three of us in the mirror. Well, that was it. The more I watched the more excited I became. Imagine the view. Me in kind of a 69 with one guy while the other made love to me. Jim started thrusting faster and faster and I was pushing back to meet him and Eric started to lick in quick little circles and I started sucking him harder. I felt Jim start to come inside me. He was really deep and I could feel each pulse. It was all hot as he squirted inside. Eric came in my mouth again at the same time. Having two guy come together was too much. I came too. It was the longest and strongest I’ve ever had. It must have lasted for two minutes and was just wave after wave after wave. I could hardly stand afterward.”

“What happened next?” I asked.

“We all got dressed and I came home,” Meg answered kind of dreamily.
“Wow, Hon. That was an incredible story. Are you up for the second part of our fantasy?”

“Definitely,” she answered. “But first…..” her voice trailed away as she approached the bed, pushed me back, climbed up next to me.”First, I want you to kiss me and then go down on me.”

That’s another story.

I crept into our bedroom. Sarah was in a deep sleep lying naked, face down on the bed. The bed sheets lay in a crumpled mess to one side, discarded in the sweltering heat of the hot summer night. A moon beam shone through the partially opened curtain illuminating her perfectly shaped body, her luxurious long blonde hair splayed on the pillow and running down her back, her arms, and beautifully manicured hands with dark red painted fingernails stretched out in front of her touching the headboard. Sarah’s legs were spread slightly apart, one knee bent up to her stomach widening the dark shadow between her legs.

I quickly removed my clothes and climbed onto the bed beside her sleeping form. Now closer I could see tiny beads of perspiration on her back, the fine hairs on the curve of her arse picked out by the moonlight. Droplets of sweat rolled from the top of her buttocks down the crevice and into the darkness of her pubic hair. Tempted by this sight I lowered my face into her anal cleavage, my nostrils filled with the delicious sweet smell of her natural musk. Leaning into the dark moistness of her rear I licked the droplets of perspiration that had collected around her anus. I loved to taste her and my heart missed a beat in anticipation of what was to unfold.

Moving down her body I started to tease and lick the skin on her thighs, closing my mouth onto her skin, nibbling and blowing here and there before heading upwards licking and sucking my way between her legs stopping just short of her pussy, up to her anus then downwards again building expectation, increasing the heat of passion, my tongue was everywhere, my hands running up and down her body rubbing and caressing. Sarah, now fully awake, cried out “Eat me, for Gods sake Eat me”. She raised her her body onto her knees and pushed out towards my face desperately willing me to take her in my mouth.

I put my hands on her buttocks, spread her cheeks and buried my face in her butt crevice. My tongue and mouth licked and slurped up and down from her pussy to her anus and back repeatedly, spreading my saliva. My lover let out a sleepy moan of delight. I rejoiced in the sensation of the pleasure I was giving her and in the pleasure I was receiving from doing this to her. Moving my tongue down into her pussy I probed the tip through the dampness of her pubic hairs, parted her lips, entered and devoured the slippery sweetness.

Sarah’s body bucked and writhed as my face rode her backside. I moved my hand up between her legs and moistened my fingers in her now dripping wet pussy before moving on to finger her clitoris. This sent her into wild jerks of pleasure as I rubbed, circled and teased in rhythm with my tongue now licking her anus. With my other hand I entered her pussy with two fingers and started to finger fuck her. Almost instantly Sarah’s vagina tightened around my fingers as she let out a scream and climaxed, her body twisting and thrusting onto my hand as I continued to pump her.

Finally after 20 seconds of cataclysmic screaming and shuddering Sarah’s body went limp and she collapsed on the bed in a sweaty heap, gasping for breath, her heart pounding out of her chest. I held her gently in my arms caressing her hair as she calmed down and finally opened her eyes and looked at me adoringly “I love you” she said. “Love you too” I replied.

After a while Sarah rolled on top of me and started to kiss, lick and nibble my neck, chest, nipples slowly making her way southwards tantalising my senses and causing my heart to pound in eager anticipation.

I adore the way she moves. She is a natural blonde with a lithe, firm sexy body, perfect breasts, buttocks and thighs. I love the way she paints her nails red, the way she holds my cock in her feminine hands that look so small against its length, her fingers unable to encircle its full girth.

She took me in her mouth with such love and enthusiasm, her saliva glistening wet on my shaft as she moved up and down swallowing half my length, pausing at the head before plunging it back down her throat. She gently played with my balls sometimes switching her attention to them, closing her mouth over one at a time sucking, licking, nipping and tickling my scrotum and perineum with her long fingernails sending shivers up my spine. She loved to swallow my cum whenever she could and I loved to watch her do it but this was not in my plan tonight.

I motioned her to change position. Turning her over on her front and raising her to her knees I wanted her doggy style. Moving behind her I positioned my cock at her pussy entrance, parted the lips with the head and noticing that she was still very moist and wet from the previous action, moved it up and down the small crevice tantalising her before plunging into the inviting hole. Sarah gasped as she took my whole length in one go. I began to pound her hungrily my balls slapping loudly against her clitoris as I thrusted backwards and forwards deeply penetrating her.

With my hands on her arse, my fingers teased her anal hole. Collecting a wad of thick saliva in my mouth I dropped it into her butt crevice and massaged it into her anus with my thumb. Then I gently introduced my index finger into the hole and probed to gain entrance. Sarah allowed the progress of my finger until it was fully inserted. Slowly I began thrusting my finger in and out. Now I was fucking her in the pussy and arse at the same time.

Sarah cried out and I felt her vagina tighten round my cock as she plunged into orgasm. Still ramming her from the rear with my cock in her pussy and my finger in her arse she moaned and cried in ecstasy.

Her cries subsiding, I withdrew my cock, moved it up two inches in line with her anus. My finger now removed she was ready to be fully penetrated. Forcing the engorged head into the proportionately tiny hole took a moment before it popped in. Then gradually I eased the rest of my manhood deeper and deeper until my body rested flat against her buttocks. I paused savouring the intense heat of her rectum and the tight muscle ring of her anus around my cock before starting to thrust in and out, her anus now moist with a mixture of sweat, saliva and her own natural juices.

The sensation was incredible and I could feel pressure building up inside me that was about to burst forth…..I could not hold it any longer. I exploded in orgasm, my thick sperm shooting deep into her body my breaths coming in short bursts. I could sense the head of my cock throbbing inside her absorbing the heat of her furnace. I pulled my cock out and collapsed on the bed with Sarah in my arms exhausted and blissfully satisfied.

My lover P has asked me to tell him everything; all my sexual history, and I do. Just as he shares his with me. This is part of what I told him, and then what follows is the fantasy we created and came to on the phone together.

P: God why didn’t we know each other then??!! I want to catch you masturbating in the girls room of your high school
And watch you… (Eros, Logos http://www.mycyberaffair.blogspot.com )

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I leave my theology class, asking permission like the good Catholic girl I am. Always good on the outside, though I know myself to be dirty within. The teachers love me, I’m always the one with the answers, and so sometimes when I’m really bored I’ll just ask for permission to leave. I always get it.
Sometimes I wander around the school for an extra few minutes. Sometimes I leave notes in my friends lockers. Sometimes I stand outside their classrooms where they can see me but the teacher can’t, and make faces to make them laugh.
And sometimes, like now, I go to the girl’s room because I have to cum.

Because I know I’m really a bad girl. I’m 15 and I’ve been touching myself every night for years, and I have to cum every night.
Sometimes more than that. A lot of times, actually. Once I made myself cum five times in a row, on a weekend, jeans around my ankles, hand inside my wet panties.
Sometimes I lock myself in the bathroom at home when I get out of school, to cum, because I can’t wait.
I don’t think I feel bad about this or sinful . . . but I do feel ashamed. I know none of my friends do this. I can just tell from the way they talk about boys.

And sometimes I can’t wait til I’m out of school, and I have to cum here.
And it gives me a dirty thrill, leaving my class where the priest is talking about virtue, to make myself cum in the bathroom, and when I realize this I do feel shamed.
He’s pretty young, in his 30’s I’d guess, and sometimes when I cum I think of him fucking me. And then I know, I know I’m going to hell! But I can’t help it.

The halls are empty, my footsteps echo, and my breathing is already light and quick when I push open the bathroom door, hoping I’ll be alone.
I am.

I go to the stall furthest from the door, my favorite for when I cum here. The locks are all broken, and if someone does come in, I think that will give me enough time to be safe.

And once I’m in there I sigh with relief, and pleasurable anticipation. Now!

Mmmm…I love this, pulling up my plaid skirt, sliding my hand at last into my cotton panties. I lean against the wall of the stall, my knees weak. I’m already wet, my clit swollen, and I know I could cum quickly, but I want to hold off a bit, tease myself, the way I imagine a lover would.
My other hand slips inside my white cotton blouse, to squeeze my nipple, and I make myself gasp.
The insides of my thighs are trembling. I close my eyes and imagine someone fucking me against the wall, lifting me up, oh I’d wrap my legs around him!
I think of the boy who begged me to suck his cock—I wouldn’t—but I love to imagine that I did, imagine what that would be like, and it always makes me cum.
A moan escapes me, I try but too late to catch it, and I know I’ll cum soon,
and I’m so lost in sensation, drowning, that I don’t hear the door opening, the soft footsteps stealthily approaching.
Until the door of this stall is thrown open and I’m caught—
I recognize you, you’re a senior, and you stand there gaping at me, taking me in.
Oh god I’m so ashamed! Found like this, blouse pulled open and skirt pulled up, hand deep inside my soaked panties, no doubt about what I’ve been doing.
But I love the way you’re looking at me! The way your eyes are all over me.

I can see that you’re hard, I’m watching your cock swell in your trousers .Oh god!
And then you smile, and I’m frightened, ashamed, thrilled.
“you have to have it, don’t you.”
I can’t speak.
You rub your cock, and then, looking me straight in the eyes, still smiling, you say,
“Get on your knees.
I want you to suck my cock.”
And you start to unzip your fly.

I can’t move.
You gently put a hand on my shoulder, pushing me down, while pulling your cock out.
“You know you want to.”
And I do. I do!! You know I do.
I get on my knees and open my mouth. I cant help it, because you’re right, I do want to.

You shudder when my lips close around you, encircling the head, when I lay my tongue along you, tasting you.
Suddenly your hands are in my hair, gripping, pushing your cock deeper into me, forcing it down my throat. Moaning, you say,” I’m going to fuck your mouth”
And you do. I love it! Oh god, I cant help sliding my hand back into my panties, whimpering, while you gag me with your cock. I love it, I do, I want to take it.
“You dirty fucking slut”, you whisper, it echoes off the tile.
“That’s right, play with yourself, you whore, you love it.”
“You love to suck cock, don’t you?” you say, and I do, you’re right, I always knew I would.
Loving the way you’re thrusting into my throat, the way your cock tastes, feels on my tongue, in my throat.
Mmmm, so lovely, how a cock feels, so soft and hard all at once.
I’m so wet and you know, can hear, can see me frantically fucking myself.
“Cum” you say hoarsely, “cum, cum like the slut I know you are”
“I’m going to cum, im going to fill your throat, drink it, take it all”
And you grab the back of my head, making me take all of you, I’m gagging but I want it, your cum pouring down my throat over my tongue. You groan, shooting, and I cant help it, I’m cumming too, helplessly, all over my hand ,while you fuck my mouth, and you know I’m cumming, that I love what we’ve done, that I love your cum. That im cumming because I love sucking your cock. I am your whore. Use me…
Your hands still in my hair, loosening your grip now.
I can breathe again, a little, but I drink every drop, clean you with my tongue.
Collapse sitting on the floor now, legs too weak after cumming so hard. I close my eyes, so ashamed.
I hear you zipping up, I hear your footsteps walking away, I don’t look .The door opens and softly closes, and I can’t believe what I’ve just done.

What were you doing in here anyway now, you should be in class, and why the girl’s room? I realize later that you’re like me, you needed to cum, and you like jerking off in the girl’s room. Maybe you were hoping to find a slut like me, or for me to find you. You get turned on at the risk, like me.

Slowly my breathing returns to normal, slowing down, like my heart rate.
Maybe you won’t tell anyone, maybe you’ll be ashamed too, keep my secret? I can’t hope for that…

But then I hear the door open again, and your whisper,
“Tomorrow, 11:15, ok?” Hopeful, yearning, unsure.

I say the only thing I’m ever to be capable of saying to you:
“Yes.”

O