A Bit of a Bard
By Miss Behavin`
"This stupid computer!" I grumbled, looking over at Alan who just smiled at me and returned to his monitor.
"Help me!" I pleaded, looking directly at him.
"Just a second," he said as his fingers flew across the keyboard. I wondered what he was typing and was tempted to sneak up behind him and check it out. Just as the idea was forming in my head, he got up and walked around his temporary desk, quickly making his way over to mine.
"What's the problem?" he asked, crouching down beside my chair and staring at the monitor.
I closed my eyes as I inhaled his cologne, my mind spinning into a hundred fantasies in seconds.
"What's the problem
with your computer?" he asked patiently.
"Oh, it keeps locking
up. Every time I have more than one window open, one of the programs
locks up giving me that 'white box error' where it tells me I
can either close or ignore. Either way it tosses my butt out
and then locks up so I have to reboot."
"Sounds like it could
be a memory problem," he said. I watched his lips move as
he started to explain it to me. I didn't hear his words - well,
not the ones he was actually saying. The words I heard were a
little more erotic - him telling me that he'd like to go out with
me and have dinner and then after that we'd go to back to his
place and make love until the sun came up. Of course, those words
would never come out of Alan's mouth since he's the boss and I'm
merely his assistant.
Working for Alan is great.
He's easy to get along with and he can be demanding but in a
way that made you want to challenge yourself. He stood up and
turned my computer off. As he bent over and started pulling cords
out of the back of the computer, I looked at his butt and felt
my pussy start to tingle. He turned me on with his every movement
and although I've told myself several times about how improper
it is to fall in lust for one's boss - well, I never listen to
For the last two days, Alan
and I had been sharing my office because his was being painted
and papered. We had moved the furniture around so that we had
two desks facing each other and personally I wished that the decorators
would never finish because I really enjoyed looking up and seeing
him. Alan is 33, with sandy blonde hair, incredible liquid blue
eyes, and a body that just doesn't quit. He has a wonderful sense
of humor and a determination for excellence, which wears off on
those around him.
"I'll pop down to service
and get you some more memory and we'll see if that helps,"
he said, smiling at me.
I sat back in my chair and
crossed my legs, looking at him and smiling. He stood up and
took off his gold-framed glasses and rubbed his nose before putting
them back on and looking down at me.
"What are you smirking
for?" he asked, smiling at me.
"I wasn't smirking
- I was smiling," I said, defending myself.
"Uh-huh. I'll be back
in a few minutes with your memory."
I smiled at him as he left
the office and counted to 10 before leaping out of my chair and
running around to his desk. On his screen was an Excel spreadsheet,
which wasn't as exciting as I had hoped. Budget stuff - yuck.
I was about to go sit back
down when I noticed at the bottom of his screen that he had several
programs minimized. Looking around quickly, I sat down and started
clicking on them and then minimizing them again when I didn't
see anything of interest. I clicked on Netscape and came face-to-monitor
with a beautiful website. The background was a washed out nature
scene with water and a rainbow.
I read to myself, "quality stories for quality people."
This intrigued me and I read further on to find that I was looking
at a website for erotic stories and links to other sites that
held erotica. I went from page to page; each holding picture's
of beautiful women done by a very talented artist. My hand shook
as I moved the mouse pointer to the "my stories" link.
I peeked around the computer
and then back at the monitor as I picked the story "Scandalous"
and started reading. From the first paragraph I was hooked, reading
about a woman who was trapped in a marriage and found something
that she needed in a strangers arms. As I read, I wiggled in
the chair, feeling myself getting more turned on by the second.
When I finished the story, I sighed at the ending and marveled
over the incredible story. Whoever this BitBard guy was, he certainly
knew how to write and was one incredibly romantic, sexy guy.
I wondered for a second
what Alan was doing at this website - then it really didn't matter
what he was doing there, just the fact that he was there and enjoying
such great writing meant that he definitely had an interest in
Without thinking, I flipped
down to the story called "Sorrow's End" and started
"Oh God," I whispered
softly as the characters started making mad passionate love.
I uncrossed my legs and spread them apart a little, my skirt rising
up around my thighs. My fingers started moving up and down my
inner thigh as I continued to read. Trapped in the fantasy of
the story I didn't hear him come back into the room.
"Find anything interesting?"
he asked standing at the door and glaring at me.
My head snapped up, "Uhhh
I mean I wasn't doing anything
I was just looking
at stuff while I waited for you to come back." I could feel
my face burning.
"Stuff? You're looking
at stuff? What exactly would "stuff" be, Ginger?"
His voice was even and he didn't move any closer.
I decided that the truth
would be best, "This website you were on. BitBard's Library."
He kind of looked right
through me for a second, "I see." He walked over and
looked at his monitor, seeing the story on the screen, and then
sat on the desk beside the keyboard.
"So you know then,"
he said, looking deeply into my eyes. I wasn't quite sure what
exactly it was that he meant by that - what did I know? That
he read erotic stories?
"I guess so,"
I said slowly.
He sighed and looked at
the floor. "It's something that I enjoy doing in my spare
time," he said.
I was wondering why he was
bothering to explain this to me, I mean after all, millions of
people liked to read erotica, myself included, and it really was
no big deal.
"I know a ton of people
that do," I said honestly.
he asked, looking up at me rather surprised.
Write? Who said anything
about writing erotica? My brain went into overdrive and put 2
and 2 together and didn't get 5. Alan was BitBard - my boss,
Mr. Too-Sexy-For-Words wrote erotica! I tried not to look as
excited as I felt.
"Actually I meant reading
it," I said, smiling and crossing my legs. I felt his eyes
on my legs and a shiver ran up my spine. I decided to step out
onto a limb, "You're a very talented writer Alan. Very visual."
He crossed his arms and
looked down at me, "This isn't something that anyone knows,"
he said slowly. "And I really don't want this to become public
I felt slightly insulted,
"You know Alan, I do have some brains. You didn't need to
explain that to me." I stood up and started to move by him
and he stopped me by taking my hand and pulling me back.
"I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to insult your intelligence." His hand was very warm
and I felt my knees starting to weaken. The fact that I had just
read two very erotic stories and had the major hots for him didn't
help that at all.
I smiled at him, "It's
okay, I shouldn't have snooped anyway but you really are a very
good writer, not that that's surprising. When did you start writing
"January 1st, 1998,"
he answered simply.
He let go of my hand and
smiled as he walked over to my computer and started taking it
apart. I sat on my desk, crossing my long legs very slowly, knowing
that he was watching.
"I noticed that you
have some ratings on there from a place called ASSM -- what is
"That stands for alt.sex.stories.moderated,
but that doesn't rate the stories. A woman named Celeste reviews
and rates them. Alt.sex.stories.moderated is just where the stories
I watched as he placed the
memory in my machine and poked through the rest of the hardware.
His long fingers touched various parts, which sent shivers up
and down my body when I imagined them on my skin. He looked up
at me with a quizzical look on his face.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, why?" I
wondered what I had done.
"I thought I heard
you moan," he said, quite seriously.
Oh God, I only thought I
moaned in my head. "I think that was my stomach growling,"
I lied. I checked my watch and it was almost 6:00.
"Home time?" he
asked as he fitted the cover back on my hard drive.
I didn't want to go home
unless it was to his home. "Do you get a lot of feedback
about your stories?" I asked, ignoring his question.
"Between 10 and 20
per story it depends on the weather, people's moods, the phases
of the moon, and oh yea, the quality of the story."
"Isn't that kind of
low considering the number of hit counts on your page?"
"Yea, too many people
grew up watching TV," he said, smiling. Maybe I'd sneak
back to his page and sign his guest book with a note so steamy
it would make his head spin.
"There you go,"
he said, setting my monitor back in position.
he said as he slowly made his way by me and sat back in his chair.
I didn't want the conversation to end. I didn't want to go home
to my silent apartment and leave him here working.
"I wonder if they are
ever going to finish your office," I said absentmindedly.
"Trying to get rid
of me?" he asked and smiled as I looked at him.
"Quite the opposite,"
"Quite the office,"
I said quickly and then added, "that you'll have there."
He got up and nodded his
head towards his office door, "Let's go see if they're making
any progress in here."
I happily followed him.
The previous owner of the office was a woman who had adored the
color pink. Pink isn't a bad color in small doses but everything
had been painted pink and several different shades of it. Sitting
in a pink office for more than 8 hours a day -- the woman must
have slowly gone insane in there.
"God, this looks great!"
I said, stepping into the room as Alan flicked on the light switch
with no results.
"They must have the
electricity off in here," he said to himself.
In a corner the decorators
had left their paint cans and tools but the rest of the space
was clear, except for a stepladder. The new carpet was due to
arrive next week and would set off the room perfectly. Alan had
chosen a very low-key marbled wallpaper that was mainly a rich
gray with a hint of burgundy swirled in the stone-like appearance.
Fortunately the original wood that made up the huge window frame
had been saved from the Pink Panther and now shone beautifully
in the fading sunset.
I walked over to the window
and looked down into the city streets. People and cars looked
so insignificant from this height. Everyone was in a hurry to
get somewhere, or at least that is how it always felt to me.
I rubbed my arms as I watched the sun reflecting off the glassed
"It's beautiful, isn't
it?" Alan's words came from directly over my shoulder.
I could feel his breath on my neck.
"Yes," I whispered,
not wanting to move. If I moved he might notice how close to
me he had become and I didn't want that. I had to keep him talking
"Do you get turned
on when you write?" I asked quietly, still staring out the
"If it's a good story,
yes. If I don't, I usually stop writing. It's no fun if I'm
not turned on," he answered honestly.
"What about reading
other peoples stories? Do they turn you on?"
"Sometimes, but not always.
Believe it or not, when I read an erotic story I'm more interested
in the story, the erotica is just a spice. But a really good
author can grab me by the balls and really turn me on."
"What happens if you
think of a position to write about and you're not really sure
how to describe it? I mean, you know that it's not physically
impossible but let's say that you've never done it before, how
do you do it?"
"If it's not a terribly
kinky position, I'll find a willing woman to play with and find
out. If it's something that sounds like it would be cool in a
story but it's not something I want to try in real life, I'll
just really throw myself into my imagination and chances are I've
read other stories where people have done the act I want to describe
so hopefully there will be a kernel of truth in what I end up
I turned around. Alan was
so close behind me that my breasts brushed against his chest.
Tilting my head back, I looked up at him and knew that I just
had to have him. My body was screaming out for his touch and
it had nothing to do with the fact that the last time I had sex
the year only consisted of 2 digits.
I raised one had to his
face, stroking his cheek lightly with my thumb. He closed his
eyes for a second and then looked down at me, his blue eyes shining.
My hand moved to the back of his head and pulled down.
"Ginger," he said
softly, "We shouldn't be doing......"
I didn't let him finish
the sentence. When our lips touched, his arms wrapped around
my waist and he pulled me tight to him. The kiss started softly
and worked its way up to powerful. I pressed myself harder against
him, rubbing my breasts against his chest as my fingers worked
their way through his hair. He pressed his tongue into my mouth
and moaned softly as he started stroking it across mine.
There was a noise outside
the door and we quickly pulled away from each other, looking around
the room. Alan let me go and moved quickly to the door and opened
it, looking out into my office. Closing the door, he looked at
me and then back at the door, as if trying to decide something.
"Should I lock this?"
he asked, looking slightly uncomfortable.
I nodded and smiled and
then he smiled back -- he had a look of relief on his face. After
he locked the door he slowly made his way back to me. Cupping
the back of my head, he pulled my lips back to his, kissing me
"Do you know how long
I've wanted to do that?" he whispered as his lips slowly
made their way across my cheek.
I was shocked because as
far as I could tell, Alan had never had any interest in me sexually.
Okay, so a couple of times I've caught him staring at my legs
and once or twice I'm sure I've heard him moan when I'd been filing
something in his office and bent over the filing cabinet but he
never gave any indication that he was even remotely interested.
"Probably about the
same amount of time that I've wanted you to do that," I whispered
back as my nails gently moved down his back.
His fingers entwined in
my hair and he pulled my head back, exposing my neck to his kisses.
His lips were hot and wet against my skin. I moaned and arched
my back until I was pressed hard against him. His hands left
my hair and rubbed down my back as he kissed down my neck to my
chest. My hands flew to the back of his head and gently tugged
at his hair. He dropped to his knees and I watched as he removed
his glasses and set them on the floor. Looking up at me he smiled
and I tried to smile back and concentrate on making my legs stop
shaking at the same time.
Reaching up, he started
undoing the buttons of my pale purple silk blouse. His touch
was light as each button was removed from its buttonhole. He
gently pulled my blouse out of my skirt and finished undoing all
of the buttons and then pushed my blouse back, exposing my pink
lacey bra. With his hands on my hips, he pulled me forward, kissing
up my stomach slowly, lingering over each kiss. My skin was tingling
-- mind spinning. He sat up straight on his knees and his face
was level with my breasts. My fingers tightened in his hair as
his tongue ran up between my breasts.
"You're so beautiful,"
he whispered, kissing the inside of each breast. The heat from
his breath against my cool skin was driving me insane.
I watched as his hands moved
up my sides to cup my breasts. He squeezed them as he licked
at my exposed flesh. I moaned and closed my eyes, reminding myself
that this wasn't one of my fantasies -- he was very real and kneeling
Alan's fingers met between
my breasts and moved down to the clasp on my bra and released
it. I heard his breath intake as he moved the cups back, exposing
he whispered again.
Watching him was turning
me on as much as him touching me. He ran his tongue around my
nipple, lightly flicking at it until it was hard and swollen.
He moved to the other breast and did the same thing. Looking
down at my nipples, they looked huge, resembling long pencil erasers.
My fingers were stroking his hair when he took one nipple into
his mouth and started sucking on it. I moaned and closed my eyes
At first he sucked tenderly,
nuzzling gently as his tongue played against my skin. Then, as
his hands moved to the backs of my thighs and started rubbing
up and down, each stroke moving further up my skirt, his mouth
sucked harder and his teeth started tugging back my nipple.
"Oh God," I heard
myself say as I started rubbing myself against his chest.
Holding my nipple tight
in his mouth, he pulled his head back, stretching it. As his
lips held my nipple, his tongue flicked hard against its tip and
I felt a rush soar through my body. When he mouth released my
nipple it was twice as swollen as the other one and very wet.
Moving his head he took the other one in his mouth and sucked
it in deeply.
As my fingers pulled his
hair, his arms wrapped around my legs and with his hands on my
inner thighs he gently nudged my legs apart. I moved my feet
until they were about 2 feet apart and tried to steady myself.
It wasn't the position that was hard to take -- it was the high
heels and the man in front of me whose hands were running up and
down my inner thighs. Each time his hands moved up, his thumbs
would brush against the crotch of my panties which I was positive
were soaked by now.
After releasing my nipple,
his tongue traveled down and started licking the undersides of
my breasts before moving back up and swiping at my nipples again.
They were soaked from his sucking and when he started blowing
on them, my fingers pulled hard on his hair as a low moan escaped
"Alan," I whispered
as I let go of his hair and leaned my shoulders back, letting
my blouse and bra slide down my arms and hit the floor silently.
He stopped blowing and looked up at me. The look on his face
was almost enough to make me cum.
"Take out your hair
clip," he whispered, his eyes never leaving mine.
I reached back and unsnapped
the clip and pulled it out. My long blonde hair fell down heavily
and framed my face. I tossed the clip on the floor near his glasses
and then pushed my fingers back through my mane.
His hand slid up and squeezed
my ass cheeks, massaging them as his lips moved to my stomach,
spreading gentle kisses across my flesh. I couldn't resist my
hard nipples. Rolling them between my thumb and forefinger and
then pulling them out -- tugging on them harder than he did.
Waves of pleasure shot through the length of my body.
Alan's hands moved up and
fumbled for a second with the button on the back of my skirt.
With the button undone, he pulled the zipper down and looked
up at me. He smiled, put his hands on my hips -- pushing one
and pulling the other, making me turn around. He kissed the small
of my back, his hot breath playing against my skin as he kissed
before running his tongue up my spine.
I continued squeezing my
nipples, moaning softly. His hands moved to the waistband of
my skirt and pulled it down slowly. I felt the smooth material
slipping down my thighs and then felt it around my ankles. He
held one of my ankles and picked up my foot, pulling the skirt
out from under it and then did the same with the other.
From where I was standing,
I could see clearly out the window. The sun was almost down and
the streetlights had come on. The room was slowly becoming engulfed
in shadows as the natural light disappeared.
Alan was kissing my back
again, his hands moving up and down my thighs as he kissed down
lower. He kissed and licked his way down to my ass cheeks as
his hands rubbed harder. I could hear his breath becoming harder
-- or was that mine? He moved forward and pulled me back. I
shifted back until I had one foot on either side of his knees,
standing over him. When his kisses turned to light nips I jumped
slightly and moaned louder. His teeth gently grazed my skin and
then his tongue licked where he had just bitten.
"You have a beautiful
ass, Ginger," he said and I barely recognized his voice as
it had become so deep and husky.
He moved his hands up to
my hips and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my pink panties.
I thought the panties would be going down but instead he pulled
them up quickly, causing them to slide up between my cheeks and
the front to press hard against my pussy. I was so wet that the
crotch started to slowly move between my lips the more he pulled
up. Seconds later my panties were rubbing hard against my swollen
Alan's tongue moved roughly
over my ass, licking and flicking as his hands moved in a sawing
motion, moving my silk panties hard and fast against my clit.
"Oh God," I moaned,
my fingers crushing my nipples between them. My legs were shaking
so hard I thought I was going to fall over.
Alan's hands moved up my
sides, stroking them softly before moving down, grabbing my panties
and slowly dislodging them from my ass and pussy. When he had
them around my thighs, I bent over, placing my hands on my knees
and then sliding them down my calves, bending in half.
I heard him moan as he let
go of my panties and then fell to my ankles. My fingers were
wrapped tightly around my ankles and my nails dug into my skin
when I felt him very lightly run his finger against my wet slit.
"You're so wet, Baby,"
he said as he wrapped one arm around my leg to support me. "So
wet," he repeated as his finger slipped easily between my
lips and started moving back and forth. The silent room was then
filled with the sounds of how wet I was. He rubbed the tip of
his finger against my hard clit and we both moaned.
"I want to taste you,"
he said. He pushed himself back and stood up as I did. All the
blood had rushed to my head and I got a little light headed when
I stood up. I stepped out of my panties and wondered if I should
remove my shoes. I left them on and watched Alan as he returned
to the front of the window with the stepladder and opened it up.
He moved to me, took my hand and led me to the ladder. With
his hands on my shoulders, he turned me around and then backed
me against it.
"Step up," he
said and I followed his instructions until I was up on the second
step. I sat down on the step closest to my butt and looked at
him. He took my legs and placed my feet on the step right below
the one I was sitting on. With his hands on my knees, he gently
pulled them apart. I raised my hands over my head and leaned
my back against the ladder. Gripping onto the sides of the ladder,
I held on tightly and looked at Alan.
"Take off your shirt,"
I ordered him.
"Yes Ma'am," he
said, smiling as his fingers quickly undid his buttons. He pulled
off his shirt, exposing his large chest. So many times I had
wanted to take off his shirt and run my hands all over his chest
-- so many fantasies about to become reality. He tossed his shirt
over to where my clothes were.
"The pants too,"
I said confidently.
He kicked off his shoes
and then slowly stripped off his pants and I caught my breath.
He had such a gorgeous body. I watched his muscles flex as he
removed his socks and then looked at me.
"Those too," I
said, nodding at his blue briefs. He followed my orders and then
stood in front of me naked.
Without a word, he moved
back to me and kissed me tenderly. His hands roamed down my body
as he broke the kiss and moved down to the floor. His tongue
dragged across my inner thigh as he returned to his knees in front
of me. Licking slowly with long strokes, his tongue moved lightly
across my skin until the tip touched one of my bare pussy lips.
My fingers tighten around the ladder and I closed my eyes as
I widened my knees as far as I could. His tongue moved up between
my slit and slowly pushed between them.
A shock wave ran through
my body as the tip of his tongue touched my clit. I moaned and
arched my back, holding the ladder even tighter. His thumbs spread
my lips apart before his mouth attacked my clit, sucking it into
his mouth deeply before pulling his head back and stretching my
skin. With my clit trapped between his lips, his tongue curled
around it with amazing skill. The room was filled with the sounds
of him sucking on my pussy. He released my clit and licked down
slowly, his tongue playing gently against my drenched skin. When
he pushed his tongue into my pussy I cried out for more. I wanted
him inside me, fucking me hard.
"Alan," I whimpered,
"fuck me please."
His thumbs were rubbing
roughly up and down my lips as he continued to fuck me with his
tongue. He moved his face from left to right quickly making his
nose rub hard against my clit. With my feet sturdy on the bottom
rung of the ladder, I arched my back up further, lifting my ass
right off the step and pushing against his face. His hands slipped
around to my ass and squeezed my cheeks as his face continued
to burrow into my cunt. His tongue swirled inside of me as he
wrapped one arm around my thigh and moved his hand up near his
mouth. His tongue was suddenly replaced with one of his big fingers.
At first he had only the tip inside me, rotating slowly and then
he slammed his finger deep inside of me. I caught my breath and
clenched around his finger, enjoying the size of it inside me.
I moaned between deep breaths.
My pussy released his finger
and he started moving it in and out of me slowly while he sucked
on my clit. I moved up and down on his finger, feeling it go
deeper with each thrust. Just as I was getting into the rhythm,
he shoved another finger into me and started pounding harder.
As he fucked me with his
fingers and his tongue circled and flicked at my clit, he moved
his other hand from my ass and around my thigh. With one of his
fingers, he ran it through my wet juices that were spilling out
of my pussy as his fingers drove into me. Wiping the wetness
back, he slowly circled my ass with it. My body shook, knowing
what was going to come next.
As he slowly started to
insert his finger in my ass, I started to cum. The wave washed
through me, over and over again and I came hard against his fingers,
screaming loud. He moaned and removed his fingers from my pussy
and replaced them with his mouth, sucking in deeply as my pussy
released all over his face. I rocked back and forth, my cunt
contracting around his tongue as he continued to fuck my ass with
his finger very slowly.
As my first orgasm subsided,
he moved his hand slightly and pressed his thumb into my pussy
while his tongue ran up and down my outer lips. I felt like my
legs were going to give out as his thumb and finger started rubbing
against each other from inside me. Moving his hand back and forth,
his finger would dive into my ass and his thumb leave my pussy
and then the opposite would happen. As he fucked my pussy and
my ass alternately I let out a groan and ground myself hard against
him. His hand moved faster and my body clenched around his finger
and thumb as I came violently against him.
Alan removed his hand and
gently pushed me back onto the ladder as his tongue lapped lightly
over my pussy. As I was trying to catch my breath, he stood up
and leaned against me, kissing me softly. I wrapped my arms around
his neck and kissed him harder, tasting myself on his lips and
tongue. He kisses down to my chin and then across my jawbone.
Ginger," he whispered into my hair.
I pushed my fingers through
his hair, pushing his head back and looking at him as best I could
in the darkness of the room.
"No, that was incredible,"
I said quietly. "How about trading me places?"
I didn't give him a chance
to respond. Moving down and off the ladder, I stood aside for
him to take my spot. The room was almost completely black. Outside
the city had become alive with the night. Alan was sitting on
the ladder when I said, "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."
"Uh, okay," he
I crossed the room and felt
for the door handle. The light on the outer office -- my office,
was still on and shining from below the door. Opening it a crack,
I peeked out to see if anyone was out there. The room was free
from any breathing occupants and my office door was shut. The
noise we heard earlier was probably Security locking the door
for the night. I wondered how many times they went on their rounds
and if they checked each and every office. I guess we were about
to find out.
I swung Alan's office door
open wide and the room filled with a soft glow from the outer
office. I smiled to myself and headed back to where he was patiently
waiting for me.
I said as I slipped my body between his knees and pressed against
him. I rubbed my hands up his broad chest and limited amount
of chest hair. His hands moved to my shoulders as I leaned down
and circled one of his nipples with my tongue. His nipple responded
immediately, hardening under the wetness of my tongue.
He sighed softly as I pressed
my stomach against him and sucked his nipple into my mouth, flicking
at it with my tongue. As my mouth played against his nipple,
my hands moved up and down his sides, lightly dragging my nails
against his skin. I kissed my way across his chest to his other
nipple and started grinding my stomach against him. Between his
stomach and mine, I trapped his hard cock and as I rubbed and
pushed, I could feel it throbbing against me. As I teased his
nipple, I dragged my nails down his sides, across his hips and
then down his thighs. His fingers dug into my shoulders and he
I kissed down his chest
a little, lowering myself enough so that his cock slid between
my breasts. I moved my hands to my breasts and pressed them together,
trapping his cock between them before moving them slowly up and
down his shaft.
"Oh Baby," he
moaned, his fingers digging into my shoulders harder.
His cock felt hot against
my breasts. I held them tight against him, moving them up and
down faster before leaning my head down and swiping my tongue
at the head of his cock each time it appeared from between them.
I heard him moan each time my tongue made contact. Alan moved
his hands up and entwined them in my hair. I slowed my pace down
and when his swollen head appeared, I took it between my lips
and held it there -- running my tongue around the rim.
He sucked in his breath
and I released my breasts as I moved my tight lips down further
on his cock. It throbbed and twitched in my mouth as it slid
over the roof of my mouth. I pressed my tongue against the bottom
of it, forcing it up in my mouth as I slowly took him in deeply.
Moving my hands to his thighs,
I kneeled on the bottom step of the ladder, which made my head
perfectly level with his cock. My nails clung to his thighs as
I started moving my hot mouth up and down his cock -- slowly at
first and then picking up speed. Alan's hands still held the
back of my head, guiding it up and down on his cock as he rocked
his hips and began fucking my mouth. As his cock moved back into
my throat, my forehead banged against his stomach. I tightened
my lips around it and then sucked in really hard before pulling
my head back. It created an incredible suction and as my tongue
lashed against his throbbing cock, I very slowly pulled my head
back. Alan groaned and pulled on my hair.
I continued sucking, licking
and flicking while he moaned and wiggled under me. His cock was
throbbing and swollen in my mouth and I moaned at the thought
of it inside me. I pulled my head back and Alan's cock slipped
out of my mouth and bobbed in front of me. When I blew on it,
he jumped and moaned. Smiling to myself, I took the head between
my thumb and forefinger and held his cock up as I lowered my tongue
to the base of his cock and licked it right up to the tip. Again
his fingers pulled on my hair. I licked him again, this time
pressing my tongue harder against his skin.
"Baby," he moaned.
I ignored him as I kissed
down from the tip of his cock to the base and then over his balls.
I kissed between his balls before opening my mouth and taking
one gently between my lips and sucking it into my mouth.
"Oh God Baby,"
he groaned really loudly, "Oh geeze Ginger, yes."
I pulled my head back, stretching
his skin as his fingers practically dug into my skull. I released
it and moved to the other one, flicking my tongue hard against
it as my hand started to move up and down his cock.
he gasped. "As much as I'd love to cum like this I'd really
like to... Oh God.... "
I had licked back up his
cock and was banging his cock against my lips -- sticking out
my tongue now and then and swiping it at his cock. I looked up
and a shiver ran down my body when I saw the look on his face
-- it was passion in its fullest degree.
I let go of his cock as
I stood up and leaned against him. He pulled my face to his and
kissed me passionately.
"I want you so badly,"
he whispered as his hands slid down my back.
I knew the feeling. I wanted
him more than I could say, so I didn't say a word. I stepped
back out of his grasp and he got down from the ladder. He took
my hand and led me to the window. Together we stood for a minute
and looked over the city. His hand stroked my back softly and
his breathing was slowly returning to almost normal.
"It's beautiful at
night, isn't it?" he asked as he moved behind me. He moved
my hair away from the back of my neck and started kissing from
my shoulder up my neck.
"Yes," I whispered,
tilting my head to one side, offering my neck to him.
His arms wrapped around
my waist as he pressed himself hard against me. I could feel
his cock hard against the small of my back and I pressed back
hard against him. His hands slid down over my hips to my thighs
and then up to my stomach. Soft strokes from loving hands. I
put my hands over his and held them as he continued to explore.
He started moving forward
and when my knees were a foot from the widow ledge, his hands
moved out from under mine and went to my shoulders. Gently, he
pushed me down onto my knees. Alan kneeled down behind me and
wrapped one arm around my waist and put his hand on my back.
Very gently he pushed my back and I bent over until my arms were
resting on the window ledge and my ass was sticking up in the
air. I leaned up on my arms and my nipples rubbed against the
cool wood of the frame.
Alan ran his hands down
my sides and over my hips. He moved up between my knees, pushing
his against mine so I would spread them. When he had moved up
right against me, he bent down and starting kissing my back up
to my shoulders, leaning heavily against me. I could feel his
cock brushing against my pussy and I started pushing back, whimpering
As he kissed me, his hands
slid down my stomach, across my pussy to my thighs. With his
hands on my thighs, he sat back up on his knees, rubbing my skin
as his hands moved across my thighs and up to my hips. The head
of his cock was rubbing between my pussy lips now and I kept pushing
back, hoping to trap it.
His hands then moved to
my ass cheeks and squeezed them before pulling them apart and
pushing them back together again. I moaned and tried throwing
myself back into him.
He laughed softly, "Impatient,
"No. Yes." Apparently
I wasn't sure.
He ran a finger down between
my cheeks until it made contact with my dripping pussy. I shuddered
and pushed back and he pushed me forward.
"Which is it?"
he asked as grabbed his cock and started running it between my
"God Alan, just fuck
me," I growled.
"Yes Ma'am," he
answered saucily and grabbed my hips. In one single powerful
thrust he drove his cock into my pussy until his pelvic bones
were pressed hard against my ass.
I screamed out in pleasure
and contracted my pussy muscles around his cock. We held that
position for a few seconds before he pulled out and slammed back
into me again. His nails dug into my hips as he started pounding
his cock into me. I moaned and pushed back against him, feeling
his cock throbbing with each mighty thrust.
My breasts banged against
the window ledge as we fucked hard and fast. The room was filled
with the sounds of ragged breathing and bodies slamming against
"I've pictured us like
this," he confessed, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.
I wasn't thinking straight;
"I've pictured us other ways."
Alan slowed down, slower
but still forceful drives into my cunt.
"Name one" he
said -- lying down on my back and fucking me even slower.
God, now I had to tell him.
I searched my mind as best as I could. It wasn't easy to think
when his cock was doing such wonderful things to my pussy.
"Me on my back -- you
on your knees -- my ankles in your hands." I wondered if
that was visual enough for him. It must have been because I could
almost feel him smile and back up. He pulled out of me and then
pulled me back, turning me around and lying me down on the floor.
I smiled at him as he moved forward on his knees, picking up
my legs by my ankles as he moved.
He stretched his arms out,
my legs spreading wide. "I can definitely see the appeal
to this," he said, gazing down at me. His eyes moved down
to my pussy, which was open wide to him.
He pulled me up by my ankles,
angling his cock and then slowly eased it into me. Again I felt
his cock filling me and moaned.
he whispered as he started thrusting his hips.
I moved my hands to my breasts
and started pulling at my nipples as he hammered into me. My
pussy clenched around his cock, holding it tightly inside of me.
It felt exactly as I had imagined it. He spread my legs further
and quickened his pace, fucking me harder, pushing me back on
the floor and pulling me back to him.
I let go of one breast and
slipped my hand down to my pussy. My finger stroked my clit hard,
back and forth. After a few short seconds my fingers were soaked
with my juices. I looked at Alan who was watching my fingers
rub my clit. He moaned and I closed my eyes as my head started
"Alan," I screamed
as my legs tensed and my back arched.
He let go of my ankles and
dropped down onto me. I wrapped my shaking legs around his waist
and squeezed them around him. He leaned down onto his elbows
and pushed his hands under and around my shoulders. Holding me
tight as I put my hands on his back and scratched my nails up
"Open your eyes,"
he said, and I did.
He was looking down at me.
The muscles in his shoulders and back were very tense as my nails
scratched the hell out of them. He pounded into me, his cock
driving harder and faster with each stroke. Our eyes locked as
our bodies had already done.
I couldn't hold myself back
anymore. "I'm going to..."
I never finished my sentence
-- not with words anyway. My legs gripped his waist with force
as my pussy held his cock tightly inside, contracting around it
as my body tensed and I came hard. Alan moaned, all the muscles
in his face went hard as he let out a loud groan and thrust once
more into me hard. His body shook as his cock twitched inside
of me. I could feel the heat of our mixed juices flowing out
of my pussy.
As our bodies relaxed, my
legs loosed around him as he gripped me tightly and rolled onto
his back, taking me with him. I looked down at him, smiling as
I wiped the sweat from his brow. He smiled back at me, pulling
my head down to his and planting kisses all over my face before
making his way to my lips.
The kiss was sweet, tender
and passionate and it was probably that exact moment that I knew
that I had fallen in love with him.
He never took me out for
dinner that night or back to his apartment but I'm not complaining.
We picked up Chinese food on the way back to my place and ate
it in bed before spending the rest of the night talking and making
As the sun came up I mentioned
that I should probably get ready for work. Alan smiled at me
and pulled me back into the bed, telling me to call in sick --
he was positive that my boss would understand the reason I couldn't
make it to work. And he did.
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