Thursday, June 21, 2007

(untitled, unfinished story)

The phone rang and I put down the spoon I was stirring the Hamburger Helper with. The name on the caller ID was Millinova, Valerie. My boss? Why was she calling me at home? The first thing that ran through my mind was that there was a fire at the office and everything in the server room was melted. Being the IT guy, I'd be one of the first people she'd call. I picked up the phone on the third ring.

“Hi Val, what’s up?” We have a very relaxed and casual office environment. Our boss insists we call her Val. Anything more formal she says makes her uncomfortable. “The office isn’t on fire is it?”

“Oh, hi,” she said, obviously caught off guard by my knowing it was her. “Is this Jake?”

“Yep. Is there something wrong, Val?”

“Oh, hi,” she said again. “No, there’s nothing wrong.” I might have been mistaken, but her words sounded a bit slurred over the phone. Has she been drinking? “I’m sorry to bother you at home, but I was wondering if you could do me a big favor.”

“Sure,” I said, using my shoulder to hold the phone against my ear while I stirred my pile of noodles, meat, and monosodium glutamate.

“Well, I was hoping that you wouldn’t mind if I asked you if you could maybe help me with my computer?” She didn’t even wait for my reply before she started babbling. “If you can’t, that’s fine. I mean, I’m sure you get asked all the time by people...”

“No, Val, it’s fine.”

“Oh great,” she said, relieved. “I’ll pay you of course. I’d much rather give you a hundred bucks instead of that geek team or whatever it’s called.” I chuckled.

“Can you bring it in tomorrow? I can check it out over my lunch break or take it home, depending on what’s wrong.”

“Oh, well, I don’t think I can. It’s one of those with the big box that’s really heavy.” Yeah, she’s not very tech savvy. “I was hoping you might be able to come over here.” Was that a note of anxiety I heard in her voice?

I glanced at the clock – it was half past eight. “Sure, I could be over a little after nine. This could take a few hours, though...”

“That’s fine,” she said, relief obvious again in her voice. She was acting different. At work she was always confident. “You know where I live, right?”

“I have your address. I can google it.”

“Wonderful! I’ll see you then.” I hung up the phone with a polite good-bye and took my dinner off the stove.

After I’d rinsed out my bowl and stored the leftovers, I looked up driving directions, and gathered my usual computer troubleshooting gear. She only lived about ten minutes away.

I knocked on the door of her two-story house. I had about two seconds to ponder why she would need such a big house when she lived alone before the door swung open. I was surprised by the woman that greeted me with a wide smile.

It was obviously Val - those big blue eyes were unmistakable. I’d just never seen her in anything but a business suit. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. After all, did I truly expect her to be wearing a suit at this time of night? Val and I were friends at the office – we talked casually and even joked often – but I never really thought of her as anything but my boss. Seeing her in yoga pants and an a-shirt was kind of like meeting one of your favorite actors; you become familiar and comfortable with that one aspect of the person – their work-self – but you just don’t realize there’s so much more that you don’t see. You don’t bother to consider they have a personal life.

I was getting a glimpse of her personal life now, as well as other aspects of her that I don’t get to see at the office. Her workout clothes left little to the imagination.

“I’m sorry, come in Jake. I wanted to squeeze in a workout before you came over and I didn’t get a chance to shower yet.” She led me through the foyer and up the stairs. I wonder if she knew how difficult it would be for me to not stare at her ass as she climbed the steps. I couldn’t help it. It was just right there in front of me, and very pleasing to the eye. I tried not to think about my boss that way, but I had to walk down the upstairs hall with my laptop case in front of my crotch nonetheless.

“So what’s wrong with your computer,” I asked, hoping to take my mind off things it shouldn’t be on.

"There's a couple things actually," she said over her shoulder as she led me into her office. "I just bought an iPod and a printer. I tried to install the printer myself, but I think I screwed something up. And now I'm afraid to screw up the iPod, so I haven't taken it out of the box yet."

Her home office didn't look much different than the one at the office. The desk was smaller, but just as elegant. She sat down in the chair and showed me what her printer was doing. Standing next to the chair, I had bird's-eye-view of her chest. Her breasts, usually well hidden at the office, looked to be full, round, and nearly bursting out of her a-shirt. Goddamnit, I should not be looking at my boss that way.

"Do you think you can fix it?"

Shit, did she catch me staring at her tits? "Uh yeah, shouldn't be a problem."

"Good," she said with a smile and stood up, bringing her incredible body dangerously close. Her scent was strong, natural, and very feminine. It was beginning to make my head spin. "I'll go take a shower while you do your thing." Before she was out the door, she turned and fixed my eyes. Shit, did she catch me staring at her ass? "If you need anything, just give a yell." She was gone with a smile that could have meant any number of things.

I took a deep breath and got down to work. The printer was simple. I just deleted what she had, and reinstalled it using the provided software. I don't know how she could have messed that up.

Her iPod was a breeze as well. She didn't have iTunes installed, so I downloaded that first. In the meantime, I decided to take a quick peek and see if she had any music already on her computer that she might want imported and synced to her iPod. Normally I wouldn't sneak around a client's computer, but since I knew Val, I figured she'd appreciate the gesture. I went into the My Documents folder and double-clicked My Music; it was the most logical place to look. Except, instead of the music folder, I must have accidentally opened the My Pictures folder right below it.

The window was set to Thumbnail view, and they started popping up before I could click the Back button. Once the thumbnails registered in my brain, though, all thought of retreat fled. The first dozen or so were of a very, very attractive woman wearing a corset, garter belt, and stockings. The next five or six pictures showed progressively closer shots of the subject's face. I'd recognize those blue eyes anywhere.

I had a momentary flash of temperance, but it was squelched as my eyes drifted down. I knew I shouldn't be looking at these pictures - regardless of the fact they're of my boss - but it was like a car crash; I couldn't look away no matter how much my conscience screamed at me. Except instead of mamed corpses and blood, I was enthralled by perfect tits and baby oil.

I double-clicked the first picture and scrolled through them, almost like a slideshow. I watched in broken glimpses as the corset came off. Her breasts glistened in the light; I was pretty sure they'd been augmented, but I wasn't too concerned about it. All that mattered was that they were exquisite. Her whole body was exquisite, from the silky black hair tumbling to her shoulders, to the flat and rippled abs, down the miles and miles of silky legs. Her olive skin was darker in the low light of the pictures, making her even more exotic and fantastical.

((unfinished))

Thursday, June 14, 2007

(little more cyberpunk)

I took [the envelope] when she removed her hand. I rifled through the notes, not bothering to count. Didn't need to; there were a shitload of zeros in there.

"Hundred thousand credits." I've been paid more for a single job before, but I've never been paid that much for opening a door. "That will be your monthly wage, should you accept Mr. Pinelli's offer."

I laughed. Don't know why, but that struck me as the funniest thing I've ever heard. She didn't think it was funny.

"Let me ask again," I said when the giggles passed, which was pretty quickly, under that stare. "What does Mr. Pinelli want with me?"

"You're the best coder on the east coast. And you also happen to be ronin."

"I like working freelance," I said. She leaned forward, giving me a view down her shirt.

"I'm sure you do. But I don't need an answer right now. Take a couple days to think it over." She reached up and touched her earlobe. The silver light faded from her eye.

"Is that it? Is that your sales pitch?"

"Officially, yes." Keeping her eyes on mine, she took her jacket off and draped it over an empty chair. "Mr. Pinelli has a rather extensive file on you, Tock." She stood up and helped herself to a glass of water. Her ass filled out the jeans magnificently. I think if I hadn't just stroked one off, I would have been standing at attention by then. It was nice to see a girl with a bit of curve to her body.

"That so?"

"But I've done my own research on the side. As it turns out, I happen to maintain a distant but familiar friendship with a certain Miss Lacey Kasumi, also known as Lady Lunaria."

Fuck. My ex-girlfriend. Well no, I shouldn't say ex-girlfriend. We were exclusive sexual partners for about seven months, until she decided to drop the 'exclusive' aspect of our relationship without telling me.

"What's your name?" Hopefully the question hid my squirming.

"Ashe."

"So, Ashe, what did Luna tell you about me?"

"Nothing bad, I assure you. In fact, it's because of what she said that I didn't refuse this assignment." She finished the glass of water and walked back to the table, smiling. "If you take this job, you'll be working with me very often." She didn't sit, just stood above me, looking down.

"So?"

"Stand up."

I looked at her a moment. There was a sparkle in her eye, but it wasn't the silver glow of her implant. I stood. I was only a couple inches taller.

"Let me just say," she said, closing the gap between us and taking my hand. I would have pulled away, but I wasn't getting any bad vibes off her. Which is somewhat remarkable in this day and age. "The computer is the only thing in my body that isn't natural." Before I could puzzle at the statement, she placed my hand on her breast and closed her lips on mine. Comprehension sank in with the flavor of mint that flooded my mouth. My other hand came up without prompting and I fondled her tits appreciatively. Her tongue was strong and confident.

"Lunaria said you were the best lover she'd ever had." Our kiss and my fondling came to an end when Ashe dropped to her knees. Her fingers caught in the waistband of my pants and brought them down.

"Why did she cheat on me, then?" My cock was already half erect from the kiss. A few more heartbeats and it throbbed with painful satisfaction.

"Told me she didn't get it enough." She dropped her eyes to my member and moaned. "Can't say I blame her for wanting it all the time," she said as she gripped my shaft.

I was done talking about Luna at that point. My breathing quickened as her hand began to move and her lips touched the very tip. I sighed and flexed in her grip.

"I don't know if I'll be able to get any work done with this around." She smiled up at me before snaking her tongue out to trace to the head.

"You sound pretty confident that I'm going to take Mr. Pinelli's offer."

Ashe smiled knowingly in response. Suddenly she plunged down on my cock. Before I knew it, her nose was pressed against my groin and her tongue was licking my balls. My dick had completely disappeared into her mouth. All ten inches of it.

Stunned, I could only watch as she gripped my ass and started fucking me with her mouth and throat. She made no sound. Before I could process what was going on, her lips were sucking hard on the head of my prick. One hand cupped my balls while the other jerked my shaft with a practiced stroke. It didn't take long. I didn't even feel it coming. All of a sudden I was grunting and spraying cum into her mouth.

"There are some fringe benefits," she said with a grin as she licked her lips.

Monday, June 11, 2007

(attempt at cyberpunk)

This is my first attempt at cyberpunk. I just started reading William Gibson's Neuromancer, and thought I'd take a shot at writing some cyberpunk erotica. Comments appreciated.



I was just about to get a blowjob by the woman of my dreams when the alarm went off. She'd had blue eyes, blond hair, and a perfect, timeless face. It was shattered like a hammer meeting glass. I threw the blankets off and got up. My legs wobbled and my head spun for a moment. When my vision cleared, I stumbled over to the mirror panel on the far wall and palmed the upper right corner. Jane's alarm was programmed to respond to vocal commands, but I didn't trust myself anymore. A red glow met my hand and the clanging bell was cut off in mid-ring.

"Good morning, Tock." Jane's British-accented voice was quiet after the blaring alarm. She stepped onto the screen from the right, and I got the familiar feeling that she was real, looking through a smoked-window, rather than just the computer's avatar.

"Morning." I stretched in front of the mirror panel as it darkened and came to life.

"You must have been enjoying your dream," Jane said. Her eyes flicked down and it was then that I realized I was still fully erect. Fucking computer with a sense of humor. What's this world coming to?

"Yeah, it wasn't bad."

"Would you like me to find something to help you take care of that?" As she spoke, a line of six small images popped up from the bottom of the screen. One showed a woman with a cock between her tits. Two of them showed slender women riding their partner. The other three were blowjobs.

"Nah, it's alright." The images vanished.

"I've found some news headlines that might interest you," she said as a list of bolded text came up on screen. On the far left, a calendar with several days highlighted emerged, followed by a brief weather forecast below it.

"Meet me in the kitchen with the second story." The panel went blank without another word from Jane. I put on a pair of pants and went to the bathroom to empty my bladder and take care of my erection. Waffles and bacon waited for me when I walked in. The full text of the article was on the monitor in the middle of the table. It was about a bombing that had destroyed an army recruitment office downtown. The ARC was mentioned, but the police don't think it was there work.

"Jake, I apologize for interrupting your breakfast, but there's someone at the door."

"Show me." Jane's face disappeared from the corner of the monitor, replaced by a view of the hall outside my apartment. A woman wearing jeans and a leather jacket looked up into the camera. Her eyes were blue and her hair was blond. I touched a button below the video feed. "What do you want?"

"Delivery." She looked up at the camera again, annoyed. "It's urgent."

"Who's it from?"

"Your left nut."

I smiled as I touched another button. "I'm in the kitchen. To the left." She walked through the opened door just before the feed vanished. I swallowed a mouthful of waffle as she came in.

To say she was beautiful would be like calling the Milky Way pretty big. I nearly choked. "You're new," I said, once I was able to swallow. She'd opened her biker jacket to reveal the evidence of round, full tits. The bottom of her t-shirt stopped just short of her navel. Her stomach was flat and tan. Wouldn't mind taking a few shots of tequila off that. "What does Mr. P want?"

"Not really," she said, taking a seat next to me. She turned the monitor off and pushed it back into the table. "I don't usually make house calls, but Mr. Pinelli asked me to come personally."

"Why's that?" I finished off the bacon and wiped up the syrup with the last bit of waffle.

"He wants you to work for him on a permanent basis." Her face was unreadable. The only thing that kept me from poking her to see if she hadn't turned to stone was the silver glow in her left eye.

"You recording this?" She just smiled. Damn. She had an implant, a computer hard-wired into the brain that uses the eye as the interface device and display. Must have cost Mr. Pinelli a fortune

"What does he want with me?"

"He believes your skills would compliment his organization."

"Maybe I should speak with Mr. Pinelli in person." This whole thing seemed a little... off. I couldn't put my finger on it, though.

"He sent me," she replied sharply. "He will make you a rich man, Mr. Tock."

"Just Tock."

"Right. He'll give you more than you could ever want." She reached into her jacket and pulled out an envelope. Jane would have told me if she was packing, so I didn't sweat. She pushed the envelope across the table. I realized that she hadn't given me her name. "This is yours, just for letting me through the door."

I took it when she removed her hand. There were at least ten notes in it, each worth a thousand credits. Not a meager amount.

"That will be your weekly wage, should you accept Mr. Pinelli's offer."

((unfinished))

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Singing in the Rain

One of an LJ's friend's recent posts got me thinking about doing naughty things in the rain.

I don't know what it is about the rain, but for some reason, it magnifies the passion I'm feeling ten-fold. Maybe it's the cold drops of water sizzling on my hot skin as my lover's hands explore under my wet clothes. Maybe it's the feeling of water running down around our joined lips and seeping into our mouths.

There was one time when one of my old boyfriends and I were walking through this park when it started to rain. It had been threatening rain all day, iirc, so there weren't many people there to begin with, but when the drops started falling, the place emptied. We found a secluded corner, and my gods, I was almost overwhelmed.

It had been a light rain and cool but not cold. I could feel every drop strike my body as I opened the front of his shorts. I'd been wearing a rather miniscule skirt, so it was just a matter of pulling my panties aside.

It's been pretty raining around here lately. I'm going to have to see if I can talk Morgan into going for a walk in the park with me. Just the thought....

Gotta go.

Friday, May 25, 2007

Beauty :: Morgan

Dictionary.com defines beauty as:
the quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind, whether arising from sensory manifestations (as shape, color, sound, etc.), a meaningful design or pattern, or something else (as a personality in which high spiritual qualities are manifest).


Morgan is full of beauty. Her smile can make an entire day of stress and frustration melt away like an ice cube under the blazing rays of a summer sun. The scent of her hair can invoke images of lying naked in lush green grass, letting the warm breeze caress our sweat-slicked bodies as we make slow, passionate love. The sparkle she gets in her eye when she has lecherous thoughts on her mind sends shivers of love, trust, and acceptance through my body, where they center between my legs.



I am insatiable.

Morgan and I made love for the first time ten days ago. We'd gotten a Victoria's Secret catalog in the mail, and while I was reading it, I was making comments to her about how gorgeous she would look in any of the things in the catalog. Her modesty kicked in and she denied her own obvious beauty. So I magnanimously took the burden upon myself to point out to her why she always turned heads when she went out in public, why strange men always tried to strike up small talk, and why girls sneered at her while their boyfriends stared.

Before too long, I was unbuttoning her blouse so I could continue to kiss down her chest. My hands found her breasts and she sighed nervously. I encouraged her to relax, and she did a little bit. My lips and fingers continued to explore, discovering inch after inch of perfect skin.

Her naive innocence turned me on more than anything else, I think. I brought her to an unexpectedly strong orgasm after what must have been an hour of licking, kissing, nibbling, and digital manipulation. It was the most beautiful thing to see the look of surprised shock on her face at the moment of release, hearing her whisper my name as she cuddled against me.

Since then, I haven't been able to get enough. I want her all the time. When ever I look at her, all I can think about is making love to her. I can't look at her without getting wet.




I keep most people at a distance, but when I do finally let someone through and expose myself to them, I very often fall deeply for them. I'm afraid I've fallen too far for Morgan.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

It Was a Hot and Sweaty Night

Here's the finished story!


It was a hot and sweaty night. It had been over the century mark all day, and hadn't relented with the setting of the sun. There was a storm coming; you could feel the power buzzing in the almost saturated air. For the time being, though, we'd just have to suffer.

I think I was suffering the worst. I just wasn't used to that kind of stifling heat at night. I grew up in the dry heat of Nevada where even though it regularly reached 105 on summer days, the nights were always cool and crisp. I'm used to sleeping in shorts, camisole, and a light blanket. Tonight though, I haven't been able to let any bit of clothing touch my sweating body.

Holly, my roommate from the university, had invited me to spend a week with her parents at their cabin in northern Wisconsin. Her parents are dirty, filthy rich and their cabin is actually a two-story villa overlooking a serene lake, surrounded by wooded hills. When Holly told me the place didn't have air conditioning, I didn't think twice about it, being used to Nevada nights.

We arrived Friday night. Holly's parents were already there, enjoying cocktails on the deck overlooking the lake. It was still early enough in the year that there weren't too many bugs. We were tired from the flight and subsequent drive, so Holly and I only stayed up long enough to introduce me and chat for a short while.

I liked her parents immediately. They're an attractive couple, not even in their forties. Holly had told me before that her parents had her when they were young, but I guess I didn't expect them to be so youthful. Her mother comes off as a pretentious snob, but if you actually talk to her, you realize that it's just the way she speaks and carries herself; she's really funny and easy-going. Holly's father is the kind of person that can make friends without trying. He's got a subtle, but obscure sense of humor that I picked up on immediately. He's just as easy-going as his wife, but you can feel the ruthlessness hiding underneath. I could tell from the start that he knew how to get things his way. Afterall, he'd become a millionaire before his fortieth birthday. I would have loved to stay up and chat with them, but Holly and I were both yawning constantly. It was barely 11 o'clock when Abby, Holly's mom, herded us upstairs to the bedroom we would share.

Friday night wasn't bad. It was warm, but I fell asleep as soon as my head it the pillow. I'm sure the exhaustion had something to do with it, too.

Holly was still sleeping when I woke up at 10:30. I put on my glasses and shuffled downstairs to find the source of the wonderful smells of breakfast. When I got down to the bottom of the stairs, I turned toward the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks.

The stairs were on the other side of the living room from the kitchen, but the line of sight was uninterrupted. Holly's parents were just inside the kitchen. Fucking. They were both turned away from me - Abby bent over the island with one foot up on a stool while Kyle thrust into her from behind - so they didn't see me. At first I was turned on by the sight. The only sound I could hear was the soft clapping of their bodies as he drove into her. Then I remembered who these people were and rushed back upstairs.

I woke Holly and told her what I saw. To my surprise, she just blushed and apologized for them. Apparently, Kyle and Abby had a hard time keeping their hands off each other, much to Holly's disgust and obvious embarassment. I asked her how often was "often" and she just said, "Oh, at least three times a day." I must have had quite the look on my face because Holly giggled.

"Do they always do it... out in the open like that?" I asked, still trying to wrap my mind around the idea of knowing your parents fucked three times a day. I couldn't even imagine my parents doing it at all; they're both well into their fifties.

"No, they usually excuse themselves. Or I'll just catch one of them coming out of their bedroom with a stupid grin on their face."

"What do you do if you catch them..." I couldn't bring myself to say 'fucking' "...on the couch or something."

"I usually just leave them to it. They're usually pretty quick about it."

"That's crazy, Holly."

She shrugged. "I'm used to it. It's just embarassing when they do it in front of my friends. I hope they didn't creep you out or anything."

"Nah, it just... I'm not used to seeing that kind of thing. My parents aren't exactly the most affectionate couple."

She smiled and went into the bathroom. When she was done, we both went downstairs. They weren't in the kitchen any more, to my relief. We found some scrambled eggs, bacon, and fruit salad in the refrigerator, so we got some breakfast and took it out on the deck. Holly's parents were out there, reading newspapers.

"Good morning," Abby said to us over the rims of her sunglasses. I couldn't get the thought of them making love out of my head. Nor could I avoid looking at them again from a different perspective. Holly's mom was in incredible physical condition; she was slender and well toned, her hair was long and golden, and her skin was a healthy bronze. If I didn't know any better, I'd have guessed her to be in her mid- to upper-twenties, instead of pushing forty. Kyle sat in the chair on the opposite side of the patio table. He was shirtless and the same shade of brown as his wife. His shoulders and arms were strong and well defined, and when he turned the page of his paper with a smile at us, I got to see his sculpted chest and stomach. I felt a tightening deep down in belly, but forced myself to calm. They're Holly's parents, for crying out loud.

Holly's folks told us about the plans they had for the day. We were going to take the boat out on the lake and relax for most of the day. Then when the sun went down, we'd drift on over to one of their neighbor's cabin where there was going to be a big cookout and party.

I won't go into any of that because nothing of consequence happened. We went out on the boat and had a great time. We talked a lot, goofed off a lot, went swimming, and Holly and I went tubing. When the sun went down, we went to the neighbor's place - which happens to be about two miles to the east of Holly's cabin. There were dozens of people there. No one else was our age, so Holly and I just hung out with her parents and the few people they knew. The food was good, the company was entertaining, and the beer never stopped flowing. None of us were drunk, so we had no problems getting back to the cabin.

I hadn't noticed the heat that day because we'd been out on the lake; the breeze and the water kept it tolerant, if not pleasant. But when we got back to the cabin, the air was stagnant and heavy. I took a cool shower and put on my lightest pajamas: silk boxers and a light cotton camisole.

I slept fitfully for a few hours. I'd thrown off the sheet and the ceiling fan helped a little bit, but it was just getting worse. I was coated in a sheen of sweat and to my dismay, the damp heat was making me horny. The nightlight in the hallway didn't give off much light, but it was enough to make my damp skin shine, and my stiff nipples to cast a long shadow. I had such a strong urge to pull the sheet up to my waist and slip my hand into my boxers, but Holly was sleeping six feet away and I've never been good at keeping quiet during climax.

I lay on my back, my hands forced to stay at my sides, and tried to go back to sleep. The heat was too much. I couldn't stand to stay still for long, and every time I moved I was aware of the slipperiness between my legs. My thoughts kept drifting back to the scene I'd witnessed, the sound of Kyle and Abby's clapping bodies was loud even despite the chirping crickets outside. My will power was crumbling quickly, and the desire was about to consume me.

I realized then that the sound of clapping bodies wasn't in my mind. I was hearing a faint, rhythmic sound, and it wasn't coming from my memories. I listened closely as it grew louder, and soon the sound was unmistakable; it was the squeak of a bed frame. The image of Holly's parents fucking at the kitchen island vanished, replaced by Abby's sweaty body bouncing up and down on her husband's cock.

I couldn't stand it. I got out of bed and went downstairs to find some ice cream or something cold to drink; I had to cool off before I melted.

The maddening sounds of lovemaking were inaudible from the kitchen, much to my relief. I stood with the freezer door open for a while, letting the cold air wash over me. The sweat on my skin made it even more refreshing.

"Couldn't sleep?"

I yelped at the sound of the voice. It was Kyle. He was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his smooth, bare chest. All he was wearing was a pair of boxers and a sleepy smile. I quickly scanned his body, disregarding the rational half of my brain, and almost groaned aloud when I saw his bulge.

"Oh, no. It's too hot. I came down to find something to cool me off." I couldn't take my eyes off his crotch. He must have just finished making love to his wife, and here he was with an erection already. Feeling flustered, I reached into the freezer and grabbed the first thing that felt like an ice cream container. I held it to my chest like armor, unaware of the effect the freezer's cold air was having on my nipples.

"Let me get that," he said and pushed off the wall with the grace of a cat - a large, predatory cat. He took the container of ice cream from me with that same sleepy smile. But from such a close proximity, I saw that it wasn't a sleepy smile at all - there was nothing weary about the look in Kyle's eyes.

Only until he'd turned from me and walked over to the counter was I able to move. I took a seat at the island without thinking. Once I realized where I was, the memories of Kyle and Abby came back strongly.

"Heat getting to you?" he asked as he scooped the ice cream into two bowls. I watched the muscles in his shoulders ripple and flow, which only served to vivify my memories.

"Yeah. I'm not used to such humidity." My voice was weak and soft. I was thinking about Kyle's buttocks clenching and relaxing with each thrust into his wife's cleft.

"That's right, you're from Nevada, aren't you?"

I nodded, but quickly realized he wasn't looking at me. "Yeah," I said quickly. "I really appreciate you letting me come and stay with you. You have a really nice place." I felt like a childish twit as I was speaking, but I couldn't stop. My mind was racing, flashing images of sweaty bodies colliding, firm breasts bouncing, strong hands squeezing buttocks.

"You're welcome," he said with that damn smile as he set a bowl in front of me. "We've let Holly bring a friend every summer since she was eight, so she doesn't have to hang out with her boring parents." Kyle brought his bowl over and sat next to me; since I'd chosen the middle of three stools, he didn't have many options. It brought him very close, and his scent tickled my nose. I could still see the bulge in his boxers.

"You and Abby aren't boring," I said, my brain mostly on cruise control by then. "I've had a great time so far."

"Good," he said, smiling into his ice cream. "But we're still parents. I try my best to be Holly's friend, but I think teenagers have a circuit wired in their brain that makes them automatically resent their parents."

I'm almost twenty, I said silently to myself as if to justify my blossoming attraction to this man. "I wish I had parents like you guys. I wouildn't mind spending time with you at all." I looked at him with what I thought was an innocent smile, but the look in his eye only got brighter. And was his bulge bigger? The ache between my legs twisted and I squirmed in my seat.

Before I realized what was happening, his handsome face was getting closer. His eyes held mind. I couldn't look away. When his lips touched mine, I was able to close my eyes and bask in the surprising softness of his lips. I felt the desire and passion building inside me, bubbling and expanding until it would consume me.

He broke the kiss after just a moment and leaned back. Our eyes locked again and though no words were spoken, we knew exactly what the other wanted. The ice cream had served to cool me down a little, but now my body was aflame with need.

The second kiss was hard and rough, filled with the passion hinted at in the first. His tongue delicately parted my lips, but when I met it with my own, he exerted his strength and desire. I nearly fell off my stool, but his hands on my waist held me in place.

"We really shouldn't do this," I said between kisses as I explored the chiseled muscles of his chest and shoulders. "What if your wife finds out?"

"You're right," he said and leaned back from me. I felt an emptiness without his lips on me, and I was a little frightened by it. I hadn't meant to ruin this; I just wanted to make sure he knew what he was getting into. Then he smiled and leaned in again. "She'd be very jealous." Then his lips were on mine again and everything was alright.

When his hands started lifting my camisole, I didn't stop him. It felt good to have it off; the heat was still heavy, but I was finding it easier to ignore it. As he slowly revealed my breasts, I heard a soft moan and I didn't know if it came from him or me. His fingers were delicate and methodical. I would have loved to just lie back and let this erotic man explore every inch of my body, but the latent heat in the air made me very impatient.

I reached down and found him only half erect, but thick and long. I could feel his own heat radiating from the organ and I knew it was the only thing that would be able to quench my own. with just a few strokes of my hand he was solid and straining at the confines of his boxers. With my mouth still locked on his, I pulled the front of his shorts down and let him out. Gripping his shaft tightly, I pulled him toward me. I spread my legs as much as I could and guided his smooth, velvety head along my silky inner thigh.

The touch of his hot cock sent a shockwave through me. Standing now in front of me, I was able to wrap my legs around him and guide him inside my shorts. I pulled the cotton aside and brushed him against my damp folds. It made me shudder but I wasted no time. I moaned into his mouth as I rubbed the head of his cock up and down the length of my hungry pussy. I wanted him so bad, needed him so terribly, that when he pulled away I whimpered. When I realized he was trying to take my boxers off, I smiled and obliged.

He needed very little guidance this time. His dick was hard and reaching for me. I felt the head press against my cleft, then slipped upward to grind against my clit. I had to bury my yelp in his shoulder as I trembled under the wave of perfect pleasure. It had felt incredible. Maybe another time I'd let him do that for hours. But I was in bad shape at that point; I needed to feel him inside me.

He pressed against my nether lips again and this time I felt him nudge my cleft open. He entered me with maddening patience. I looked down between us and gasped at how thick he looked. He pressed in a couple inches, then eased back. He was as hairless as I was, and I was surprised to find it so erotic, all this naked skin rubbing together, slick with passion, desire, and carnality.

Kyle felt bigger than he was, especially when he was buried deep inside me. He started slowly, easing out until only the head of his thick-veined penis remained between my lips, then glided back in until I was filled. After a few test strokes, he stayed deep without moving. Our lips met again, and I couldn't express enough passion in my kiss.

His hands were on my breasts when he began moving within me. I was so tightly strung I could feel my body riding the precipice already. The sensations he was invoking stole my breath. He moved faster and faster, gripping my backside for leverage, using the entire length of his shaft to drive me to the brink of tolerance.

When his thumb pressed against my clit, I shattered. I screamed into his shoulder again as the waves crashed over me, making my body tremble and clench around him. The pleasure consumed me and I was lost in ecstacy. Too soon, though, it faded and left me gasping. He was still thrusting into me, but delicately now. I could see my own pleasure reflected in his face. I kissed him again before carefully backing off his glorious member. I reached over and at a spoonful of ice cream.

As if in a haze, I slid off the stool and knelt on the kitchen floor. I took him in my hand, still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm, and stroked him slowly. Kyle was still rock hard, throbbing with every heartbeat, the light over the stove glistening in the fluids that coated his cock. I plunged him into my cold mouth without warning and delighted in the loud moan that issued from deep in his lungs. I felt him tighten in my mouth so I sucked as hard as I could, swirling my tongue around the swollen head. My hand quickened and a second later I felt his hand on the back of my head. He began thrusting into my mouth and after just a few more strokes, he grunted. A second later I felt his hot seed on my tongue and I swallowed it hungrily. He didn't have much since he'd just finished fucking his wife, but the taste was strong and intoxicating.

When he was done, I licked him clean and stood up. Panting heavily, he pulled me to him and kissed me.

"We should get back to bed," I said, gently pushing him away.

"Yeah, we should," he echoed. "Thank you."

I just smiled at him as I put my shorts back on, then went upstairs. My legs ached and I was still breathing heavily as I got into bed. It didn't feel so stifling in our bedroom. I lay in bed with the sheet pulled up to my breasts and the last thought before I drifted into a deep, restful sleep was how I was going to seduce Holly's mom.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Story Idea....

My last post got me thinking, and I ended up starting a story. I'm liking it so far, and I'm excited about where it's going.

Here's a sample:


It was a hot and sweaty night. It had been over the century mark all day, and hadn't relented with the setting of the sun. There was a storm coming; you could feel the power buzzing in the almost saturated air. For the time being, though, we'd just have to suffer.

I think I was suffering the worst. I just wasn't used to that kind of stifling heat at night. I grew up in the dry heat of Nevada where even though it regularly reached 105 on summer days, the nights were always cool and crisp. I'm used to sleeping in shorts, camisole, and a light blanket. Tonight though, I haven't been able to let any bit of clothing touch my sweating body.

Holly, my roommate from the university, had invited me to spend a week with her parents at their cabin in northern Wisconsin. Her parents are dirty, filthy rich and their cabin is actually a two-story villa overlooking a serene lake, surrounded by wooded hills. When Holly told me the place didn't have air conditioning, I didn't think twice about it, being used to Nevada nights.

We arrived Friday night. Holly's parents were already there, enjoying cocktails on the deck overlooking the lake. It was still early enough in the year that there weren't too many bugs. We were tired from the flight and subsequent drive, so Holly and I only stayed up long enough to introduce me and chat for a short while.

I liked her parents immediately. They're an attractive couple, not even in their forties. Holly had told me before that her parents had her when they were young, but I guess I didn't expect them to be so youthful. Her mother comes off as a pretentious snob, but if you actually talk to her, you realize that it's just the way she speaks and carries herself; she's really funny and easy-going. Holly's father is the kind of person that can make friends without trying. He's got a subtle, but obscure sense of humor that I picked up on immediately. He's just as easy-going as his wife, but you can feel the ruthlessness hiding underneath. I could tell from the start that he knew how to get things his way. Afterall, he'd become a millionaire before his fortieth birthday. I would have loved to stay up and chat with them, but Holly and I were both yawning constantly. It was barely 11 o'clock when Abby, Holly's mom, herded us upstairs to the bedroom we would share.

Friday night wasn't bad. It was warm, but I fell asleep as soon as my head it the pillow. I'm sure the exhaustion had something to do with it, too.

Holly was still sleeping when I woke up at 10:30. I put on my glasses and shuffled downstairs to find the source of the wonderful smells of breakfast. When I got down to the bottom of the stairs, I turned toward the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks.

The stairs were on the other side of the living room from the kitchen, but the line of sight was uninterrupted. Holly's parents were just inside the kitchen. Fucking. They were both turned away from me - Abby bent over the island with one foot up on a stool while Kyle thrust into her from behind - so they didn't see me. At first I was turned on by the sight. The only sound I could hear was the soft clapping of their bodies as he drove into her. Then I remembered who these people were and rushed back upstairs.