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 A Friendly Wager

   By dc2469

   This is a work of fiction, intended for adults only.



   Having gotten a little more sleep, I woke up Sunday morning at my usual
six-thirty.  I lay there for a minute, thinking about the last two days. 
Angie was quite the puzzle.  She is as sexually alive as anyone I've ever
been with, and then almost in the next minute, she turns into little Miss
Priss again.  I didn't know if she would come back today, but if she did, I
decide we would have to get a few things straight.

   That settled I got up.  A few years ago my cholesterol had gotten pretty
high, so I was forced to start working out to get it down.  It kind of
turned into a habit, but I guess there are worse ones.  I don't work hard
enough to get rid of everything forty years has done to me, but there's no
shed over my tool, maybe just a lean-to.  All in all, other then bad knees,
I'm in pretty good shape.

   I climbed into some sweats, and taking my gym bag, went to the
stairwell, and headed down for the weight room.  Once there, I put on my
headphones, and started the treadmill up, getting a good pace going
listening to the Eagles "The Long Run".

   What the hell was I going to do about Angie?  Why did I feel the need to
do anything about her?  I suppose the easiest thing to do would be just to
send her back to her husband, and get it over with.  I really think it was
the control thing that was the issue.  When we were together, she seemed to
naturally follow wherever I wanted to take her.  Give her a few minutes
alone, and she started doubting herself, as to what she wanted.

   Fuck it; you know this is why I haven't been involved with anyone in so
long.  I've only known her for two days, and it's already getting to me. 
Why am I trying to figure this woman out?  Jesus, SHE doesn't even know
what she wants, and I think I'm going to figure it out for her in two
weeks. To her this was all a little game, for her and Jon to play in the
bedroom with the lights off.  Then I come along at the right time, or maybe
it was the wrong time, when they or he, wanted to see how far things could
be pushed.

   Well, I'm glad it was me that had gotten to have her anyway.  It had
been one hot two days that's for sure, I thought as I climbed off the
treadmill.  I went over to my bag, dropping off the CD player, and grabbed
my practice gloves, and went over to the heavy bag in the corner.  As I
started to put some jabs into the bag, my thoughts turned to the way she
looked and moved.  The little things you notice when you meet someone new.
The way that dark hair moved when she walked.  The expressions on her face,
when she was cumming, the way her body looked covered in sweat.  I suppose
there weren't a lot of memories, but the ones there were, were pretty nice.


   My eye stinging brought me out of the trance I had been in.  I was
covered in sweat, and blowing pretty hard.  It's amazing what a little
sexual excitement does for the adrenaline flow.  I felt like I'd just gone
ten rounds.  Deciding I'd had enough fun for one day I grabbed my gear and
headed for my room, taking the elevator this time.  I went in and rinsed
off quick, slipped into my trunks and sweats, grabbed a towel and headed
back down for a long soak in the hot tub.

   Going into the tub room, I shed my sweats, adjusted the temp as high as
I could, and cranked up the jets.  It wasn't a huge tub but it would fit
four people nicely.  I lay back in one of the recliner like spots that have
jets in all the right places, and closed my eyes.

   I must have dozed off.  My eyes popped open, and I listened.  I didn't
hear anything, and I didn't bother to get up; I just closed my eyes again
thinking I should probably get up soon.  All of a sudden I felt a pair of
hands on my throat.  I guess it was just reflexes, but I grabbed the hands
by the wrists and pulled hard.  With all the water slashing around, my eyes
were blurred, and I couldn't see a thing.

   When they cleared I saw Angie come up sputtering and gasping for breath,
her dark, wet hair plastered to her face.

   "Jesus Christ woman, what the hell were you trying to do, give my a
heart, or get yourself killed?  Shit Angie."

   She was scrubbing the hair from her face, and pushing it behind her
shoulders.  "I was trying to surprise you," she said coughing.

   "Well you sure as hell did that.  What do you think would have happened
if you'd landed up against that wall you're leaning against?  You can't
just sneak up on someone like that," I said, more then a little angry.  She
could have been hurt badly.

   The tears started falling.  "I just wanted to surprise you," she
blubbered.

   It was almost comical, seeing her there.  She was up to her neck in
water, with her hair either plastered to her face, or floating around her
shoulders, her nose running and tears falling.

   "Well, I think we've established that that might not be such a great
idea in the future," I said leaning back against the wall furthest from
her.

   Angie splashed water on her face, moved forward and dunked her head
under.  She came up face first, effectively putting all that long, dark
hair behind her shoulders, and sat back against the wall.  Just then the
timer ran out, and the jets shut down.  The room filled with silence, as we
sat and looked at one another.

   I was the first one to give in, and started talking.  "I really didn't
expect you to come back.  Why did you?"

   Angie was looking anywhere but at me.  "When I left, last night, I had
no intentions of ever seeing you again.  I was so mad.  I went home, and
Jon wasn't there.  I sat there in the dark fuming for over an hour before
he came home.  I was mad as hell at you, and I took it out on him.  I
grilled him like a cop; about where he'd been, whom he'd been with, what he
thought he was doing going out until after one in the morning.  I laid into
him for over half an hour.  When I was done I stormed up to our room, and
locked the door, making him sleep down on the couch.'

   "After I calmed down, I realized what I'd done.  I changed for bed, and
lay there in the dark thinking.  Then it hit me, I had just treated my
grown husband like a child, and he had let me do it.  Here I am, gone out
to be with a man I'd only known for a day, leaving him for an entire
weekend, and then I yell at him for staying out late.  He stood there
looking like a kid that had been caught out after curfew.  Jesus, I had
treated him like a kid that I had caught out after curfew, and he just
stood there and looked like he was going to cry.'

   "Then, I thought about you and I.  You haven't really given me any
choices since we met.  My God, I let you take me in a public bar the first
night I met you.  You told me what you wanted me to do, when you wanted to
see me again, what to wear, how to do my hair, and I did it.  I went home
that night, and told Jon what had happened.  I had him bath me, and shave
me for you, and the whole time I'm telling him what you did to me, and what
he can expect for the next two weeks.  I told him how I had never felt the
things I had with you.  He was so encouraging and caring, it was like I was
talking to a best friend, after a hot date.'

   "I lay there in bed thinking for a long time.  Somewhere around five in
the morning, I got out of bed, showered dressed, threw a few things in a
bag, and left.  When I went downstairs, there was Jon sleeping peacefully
on the couch.  I looked at him, and thought about waking him to tell him
that I was leaving, but just ended up leaving.'

   "On the way over, I kept trying to figure out what I was going to say to
you.  When I got here, and went up to your room, there was no one there.  I
kind of panicked; I had no idea what to do.  I went down to the lobby, and
asked if you had checked out.  They said you hadn't.  One of the valets
said he had seen someone in the weight room earlier.  I went there, and you
weren't there.  Then I thought about the hot tub.  When I looked through
the window and saw you there asleep.  well, you know the rest.  I hadn't
really planned on being half drowned, I was just trying to surprise you."

   I sat there looking at her.  I watched drops of water running from her
hair, down her face.  She was starting to look a little nervous, probably
waiting to see what I had to say.  Well, for right now I didn't have
anything to say.  I was waiting to see how far she would go.  I had a good
idea of why she was here, but I really wanted to hear her say it.  I wanted
her, to hear herself say it.

   I sat there thinking to myself that this was going to get complicated.
Do you really want to get into this?  I asked myself.  Do you want a
relationship with this woman?  The way this was going, that is what was
going to happen.  Even with the little time I'd spent with Angie, I could
tell she was starting to take this more seriously then she had the day
before.  She sounded more serious.  It sounded as though she had done a lot
of thinking last night.  I was wondering what she was thinking now.

   "The other night in the bar when we met, like I said, I already knew why
you were there.  I knew that this was just a game for you and your husband
to play, to spice things up.  I thought it would be nice to have someone
here to be with, for my extended stay.  When I heard you two talking, I
thought that I had found what I was looking for.  I'm not sure when, and
I'm not sure why, but this is starting to get complicated.  That coupled
with your guilt, every time we're apart for five minutes, I just don't
think we need to subject ourselves to all the pain this is obviously
starting to cause you.  Maybe it would be in all our best interests, to
just end things here and now.  You can go home to your husband, and get on
with your lives.  You can look back on this as a learning experience."

   I paused, and was just looking at her.  Her brow was wrinkled, like she
was worried, and those pail eyes were staring back at me.  Then, when she
didn't say anything, I continued.  "I was married once a long time ago, and
I was hurt pretty bad by the way things turned out.  I haven't really
trusted anyone since.  Well not many women anyway.  Since then almost all
the female contact that I've had, that wasn't work related, has been with
pros.  I have gone out of my way to not get involved with anyone.  I know
what a bastard I can be, and that's what I've been to you.  You were just
out for a little fun, and excitement, and I've been treating you like one
of the hookers that I use and walk away from.'

   "I didn't get into this to break up any marriages.  I don't want to hurt
you or anyone else.  I thought we could have a good time for the time that
I'll be here, but for some reason it is starting to get away from me.  You
and Jon have a life together, and I don't want to be the cause for any pain
between you two.  I've been trying to make you into something that you
obviously are not.  Regardless of the things you said, I don't think you
are ready, or really want to give up control of your life to someone that
will only be in your life for a short time."

   She wasn't openly crying, but I could see tears running down her cheeks.
"So you've had a couple of days of fun, and now you want to just send me
packing, is that what you're saying?"

   "I think it might be for the best," I said.

   "Who's best, yours?  So you were hurt by someone a long time ago, and
now you're going to take it out on the rest of the women on the planet? 
You say you don't want to get involved, and it's getting complicated, well
welcome to the real world.  Life is complicated.  Maybe not when you bury
yourself in your work, and cut yourself off from any kind of emotional
commitment, but for the rest of us it's there.'

   "I told you I did a lot of thinking last night.  I hadn't realized what
my life had become.  I may not have given birth to any children, but I
found out that I do live with one.  I don't know who's to blame for that,
maybe no one, but I want to change things, even if it is for a short time.
I don't know what will happen to my marriage in the future, but what ever
it is, it is not something for you to worry about.  This is something that
Jon has been begging me for, for a long time.  He set this up to happen. 
He even encouraged it.  You said it yourself, he wanted this more then I
did.'

   "I'm not looking for any long term commitment.  I want to be with you
while you're here, and then you can go on your merry way.  But if you think
this is just too much for you to handle, I guess maybe I should just go
home to Jon."

   I was starting to get a little pissed.  I suppose I didn't like hearing
how well she had read me.  "Maybe I don't know what I want, but do think
you know what you want?  When I told you I wasn't Jon, I meant it.  You may
just be getting in over your head.  If you plan on sticking around, there
will be a few changes.'

   "This guilt thing you do, is starting to get on my last nerve.  I have
very few patients to begin with, and the ones I had for you are just about
gone.  The next time you give me that attitude, one of us is going to
regret it.  There are things I want to do with, and to you that may make
you wish you had never met me, but if you want to stay, you are going to
have to realize it was your decision to do it.  If that attitude pops up,
I'm just going to shove your beautiful ass out the door.  I hope I am
making it clear to you."

   "Now before we get too carried away, do you have any questions?" I
asked.

   She didn't say anything for a minute.  She just sat there staring at me
with those pail blue eyes.  Then the corners of her mouth gave a small
twitch, and she slowly started to close the gap between us.  She pushed my
knees apart, and reached for my neck.  She pulled herself in close, her
pail eyes darting back and forth between mine.  I didn't do anything.  I
just sat there with my arms at my sides.

   She smiled and said, "I only have one question," she said rubbing her
little tits into my chest, "do you really think I have a nice ass?  I
always thought it was too big."

   I grabbed that beautiful ass with both hands, "Ya, well you also think
your tits are too small."

   Angie brought her mouth to mine, and we started a long slow kiss.  Her
mouth tasted like mouthwash, and her tongue was like a live thing wriggling
in my mouth.  We finally came up for air, and we were both breathing
heavily.

   "I've been in this tub for half an hour, I need to get out before I
melt. Come on, let's go up to the room," I said pushing her back.

   "Okay, but you were the one who said you wanted company in the tub," she
said standing up on the seat to get out.

   When she stood, I saw that she had worn the suit we had bought for her
the day before.  It looked even better when it was wet.  I stood and went
over to where she was still standing knee deep in the tub.  I looked at the
top, and saw that her nipples were so hard, that they were pushing the
material out enough to show the sides of her areola.  I took the bands of
the leg openings, and pulled them higher on her hips.  That pulled the
triangle of material between her legs up tight against her pussy.  I
reached to that front covering and pulled it up even more, until it started
to wedge in her cleft.  I looked up at her while I was reaching around her.
With a smile on my face, I took hold of the band of material, at the small
of her back.  I tugged it higher, pulling it further up between her cheeks.

   Taking a hold of her hips I turned her away from me, so that she had to
look at me over her shoulder.  Her ass looked fantastic, outlined by that
yellow material.  She was going to have to do some tanning, before it
looked like she wore the suit all the time, but she looked pretty fucking
good as it was.

   "You really do like my ass, don't you?" she said kind of breathlessly.

   "So what's not to like?  You have one of the finest asses I've ever
seen. Full, round, and firm," I said as I took a hold of both cheeks.

   I leaned forward and planted a kiss on the inside of each cheek, right
next to the band of material separating them.  Goose bumps appeared on her
thighs, and back.

   With my cock trying to fight it's way out of my trunks I said, "We need
to get up to the room, now."

   Giggling, she stepped out of the tub, and went over by the door, where
she had left her things when she entered.  I watched as she bent over to
retrieve the coat she had worn here.  That was the last straw.  While she
was still bent over, I walked up behind her, and grabbed her hips.  She
gasped and straitened up.

   "I warned you about bending over in front of me with that ass uncovered.
Now you're going to find out how serious I was."

   "Oh God.  Please wait until we get up to the room," she gasped.

   "Okay, I'll wait, but you're still going to have to pay for doing that
to me," I told her.

   "What do you mean?" she asked.

   I took her coat and her bag, I went over and slipped into my sweats, and
started for the door.  Angie stood there watching every move I made.  She
got a very worried look on her face, when she saw I wasn't stopping to give
her things back.

   "You can't be serious.  You're not taking my things with you are you?  I
can't go out there like this it was starting to get busy when I first came
in here.  The whole place is full by now.  Please don't take my things,"
she pleaded.

   I just pushed the door open and held it for her.  "Are you coming?  If
you come along now you can at least hide behind me, but if you wait, I'll
let you make your way up by yourself."

   "Please, you can't want me to go out there lie this?  What if some one I
know is out there?  How would I explain this?  What will people think? 
PLEASE!"

   "Look, I really don't care what these people think.  I don't think there
will be too many people asking for explanations, not after they see your
ass anyway.  I mean who would question me having a gorgeous woman walking
in front of me half naked?  Now are you coming?" I asked opening the door
again.

   "I am more then half naked.  This," she was indicating her suit, "barely
covers anything." She looked down at herself, "Jesus, it doesn't even cover
my nipples."

   "Well it would cover your nipples, if they weren't so hard.  Look at
them, you know, you could put an eye out if you're not careful.  Now are
you coming?  This is your last chance, cause if not, you're walking out by
yourself," I said starting out the door.

   "WAIT," she shouted in an effort to get in front of me.  Her voice
dropped to a whisper, "I can't believe you're making me do this.  My knees
are shaking so hard, I'm going to fall on my face."

   We started through the lobby towards the elevators.  Angie was holding
so close to me, she had to step when I did.  The lobby was actually pretty
empty, a couple of guys on the phones, A couple in their fifties at the
front desk, a couple of staff doing the odd job, and the two people behind
the front desk.

   The lady behind the counter was helping the couple that was getting
checked in.  The guy, behind the counter, was the first to take notice of
Angie.  His eyes got as big as saucers, and his mouth fell open.  He didn't
look away though.  As we neared the counter, the lady stopped in
mid-sentence as she was talking to the couple.  The couple turned to see
what she was gawking at.  The lady gasped, and covered her mouth, her
husband, though looking a little shocked, had a smile on his face.  I
looked down at Angie, she was so red, that I'm surprised, there was any
blood left for the rest of her body.

   She quickened her step, not caring weather I was keeping up or not.  She
made a beeline for the elevators, and stood repeatedly pushing the up
button.  The bell announced that the car had arrived, and as soon as the
doors were six inches apart, she was inside hitting the floor button.  I
stepped in and waited for the doors to close.  When they had I pulled Angie
over to me by her shoulders, away from the wall she was pressed against.

   "Well, it looks like you survived it," I said holding her against me.

   Pushing at me with her hands, "I can't believe you did that to me," she
said trying to get away from me.  "Why did you make me walk through there
like that?"

   "I did it because you said that I couldn't fuck you in the hot tub.  I
didn't want to loose my inspiration on the way up to the room." Ya right,
that was going to happen.

   She was still squirming, trying to get away from me, when by surprise, I
spun her around, trapping her to me, against my chest.  Holding her with
one arm, I dropped my hand down to her belly, and slid it into her bikini
bottoms.  She was soaked.  I rubbed her very hard clit with my fingertips.

   "You little slut.  Here you are trying to make like you're all angry,
and the whole time there you are creaming in your panties," I said with a
smile.

   She stopped her squirming, and started blushing again.  "I am not a
slut," she whined.

   "Yes you are, you're my slut, and you love it." With my left hand I
popped her nipples out of her top, and started to pull and twist them.

   The bell sounded, and the car came to a halt, a second later the doors
started to open.  When the door opened, my hands were still busy with
different parts of Angie's body.  She didn't even flinch.  I couldn't see,
but I think she probably had her eyes closed.  Pulling my soaked hand out
of her bottoms, I took her by the waist, and steered her towards my door.
She had to kind of trot to keep up with my hands pushing her.  I looked
down, and saw that she hadn't even bothered t cover her nipples again.

   We reached the door, and Angie reached out, trying to turn the knob.  I
turned to my bag.  I opened up a side pocket, and fished out the keycard.
Slipping it in the slot, we both heard the lock open.  Angie turned the
knob again, opening the door, and I pushed her through it.  I heard the
door shut behind us as I was steering her to the bed.

   When we got there, I gave her a shove, and she went to her hands and
knees on the mattress.  I took a second to jump out of my sweats, and
started after her.  I grabbed the material of her bottoms, bunching it in
one hand, getting ready to tear it from her.

   "No," she yelped.  "Please don't rip them, I'll take them off."

   She scrambled to her knees, grabbing the waistband, and starting to work
them over her hips.  Once she got them past her hips, she dropped her side
and pushed them down, turning to her back as she slipped them off her feet.
Once they were gone she looked up at me.  I was standing there; fists
clenched, glaring down at her, breathing deeply.  With a whimper she parted
her knees, opening them while pulling up towards her chest.

   I knelt on the bed, taking her legs in my hands by the shins, forcing
them open wider.  Looking her in the eye I told her, "Take my cock, and put
it in your cunt," I whispered.

   Groaning, in the back of her throat, she levered herself up onto her
left elbow, and reached for my cock with her right hand.  She took it in
her small hand, and started to push it down to her hot, open cunt.  I
didn't wait for it to get there, and started pushing.  Angie gasped as my
hard cock road over her exposed clit.  I kept sliding my cock back and
forth over her hard clit, hearing the slick sound it made moving over her
wet flesh.

   Finally, I couldn't take it any more, and I pulled back far enough for
her to center me in front of her opening.  I started forcing the head into
her open cunt.  Once the head was in I stopped, and Angie's head snapped up
looking to see why.  As soon as we made eye contact, I started pushing
again.  Angie's eyes closed, and she dropped her upper body back down to
the bed putting her hands on her belly, and groaning as I continued pushing
into her.  This time there was no stopping; I kept a slow pressure, pushing
until I bottomed out in her.

   I felt her have her first small orgasm, when I hit bottom.  "Oh my God,
I'll never get used to having you so deep inside me," she said moving her
hips slightly.

   I looked down on her not moving, waiting for her to recover a little. 
"Well you're going to get all the practice you want, maybe even more then
you want, if you keep walking around in that little bikini."

   She reached behind her neck and tugged the string holding her top in
place.  "I have to admit, when you bought it for me I wasn't too thrilled
about it, but I can see it's going to have it's uses," she said arching her
back, to undo the other tie.

   While her back was arched, I slid my hand from the bottom of her belly,
up to her tits.  I slid my fingertips over her right nipple, feeling it
bend over.  As I started to pull on it, I started to slide my cock out
slowly.  I pulled back until the head popped out, and reversed my
direction, going in all the way to the bottom again.  After that, I started
to just pump myself in and out of her slowly.  She lay back, and met my
strokes as well as she could, with me still holding one knee out wide.

   The squishing sound of her hot cunt, and the little whimpers she made,
when I bottomed were almost the only sounds I could hear.  Looking down at
her with that dark hair spread out around her head, her mouth open, and
those pail eyes glazed and half shut, my strokes didn't stay slow for long.


   I let go of the shin I had in my hand, and grabbed the backs of both her
thighs, bending Angie in half.  I started to take long hard strokes,
building up speed.  I felt her cunt start to spasm around my cock.  Angie's
head arched back, and she took a hold of both of my forearms.  With her
eyes closed, and her mouth open her upper body started to shake, and broke
out in goose bumps.  I started grunting and firing my load in her, taking
short strokes, tingles running up and down my spine.

   As I started to come down, I felt Angie pulling at my forearms.  Looking
down, I put my hands down on the bed, by her shoulders.  Angie tried to
wrap her legs around me, but instead I pushed her right leg down to the
bed, and rolled to my left.  I ended up on my back, with Angie lying on top
of me, and me getting soft, but still inside her.

   With her lips against my chest Angie said, "You know you can do that to
me as often as you want."

   "I knew I had you pegged, when I called you my slut," I said sliding my
hands up and down her slick back.

   "Your slut huh, I guess I can live with that," she said kissing my
chest, and nipping at my nipples.  "Well," she said with a chuckle, as my
soft cock slipped out of her, "your slut needs a shower."

   She swung her leg over, and jumped off the bed.  I watched that
beautiful ass swing as she walked away.  Angie looked over her shoulder as
she reached the door, "You really do like my ass don't you?"

   "Yes, what, you think I'd lie about a thing like that?" I asked with a
smile.

   Along with the smell of sex, I could smell the chlorine from the tub.  A
shower sounded like a good idea.  Of course the beautiful naked woman,
already in there, never crossed my mind.  I went in, and climbed in the
shower with her.  After a little cleaning, and a lot of groping, we got out
and dried each other off.

   "What did you bring for cloths?" I asked as we walked into the main
room.

   "I wore the coat over my bikini," she said.

   I reached down and picked up the two pieces of the suit, from the floor
by the bed.  I walked over near the bathroom, and tossed the damp suit in
on the floor.

   "Hey, don't do that," Angie said pushing her way past me.  "You need to
rinse it out, and hang it up so it will dry."

   "You know, earlier you begged me not to rip it off you, and now you're
worried that what, it'll get wrinkled.  Don't get me wrong, but weren't you
the one that pleaded with me not to make you wear it?"

   Looking down as she tried to walk past me.  I grabbed her naked body,
and pulled her to me.  I took a handful of that dark, wet hair and pulled
her head back.  "You're getting pretty protective of a little scrap of
cloth that barely covers you."

   She turned red all the way down to her little tits.  "I know, but it
kind of means something to me now."

   I let go of her hair, and reached down to her ass.  I grabbed her ass in
both hands and slid her up my body, until we were face to face.  She still
wouldn't look at me, but she had to work at it harder.  I gave a little tug
on her ass, to get her to look at me.  Keeping her head down, she wrapped
her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips.

   "When I first put it on, was the first time I felt like . . .  what you
call me," she said muffled against my neck.

   "What are you saying?" I asked.  "What do you mean, you feel like what I
call you?"

   She clung to me tighter, and pressed her lips to my ear, "It made me
feel like your slut," she whispered.

   I turned around and dropped to my knees on the bed, and lowered us down,
with me on top of her.  Once on top of her, I ground my hips into her open
crotch.  With her lips still against my ear, Angie growled back deep in her
throat, and she squeezed me hard with her thighs.

   "You are my hot little slut," I said against her neck.  I bit gently and
sucked hard, marking her neck just below the ear.

   "I know what I am now, but it's the first time I've ever felt like this.
I never knew I could be such a slut.  I am hot.  I never was before, but
now I'm wet all the time," she said in a whisper.

   "Jesus, don't make it sound like a bad thing," I said rolling to one
side.

   I didn't roll all the way, just enough so that I had a hand free to feel
her with.  With that one hand, I reached down to her inner thigh.  I slid
my hand further down, and right onto her hot open cunt.  Her one leg was
trapped under me, and she opened the other, as my hand moved between her
thighs.  Without wasting any time I slid a single finger into her.  I
pulled that finger out, covered in her hot oils, and slid a different one
in.  When it was well covered, I joined it with the one that was already
wet, and started pumping my two fingers in and out of her.

   I scooted myself down, and took one of those long, hard nipples into my
mouth.  Sucking hard, and opening my mouth wide, I took her whole tit into
my mouth, and raked it with my teeth gently back out to the nipple. 
Angie's back arched trying to keep my mouth on her, and her hips rolled
pushing against my fingers.  I added a finger, and started to twist them
slowly inside her.  There was a constant groaning sound coming from her
throat.

   I moved over to her other tit, and started to treat it the same way.  I
kept my fingers twisting in her tight cunt, and she just spread herself out
wider to give me room.  I took advantage of the added space, and moved down
to her heaving belly.  I pulled my fingers out of her, and Angie lurched up
with a growl, and tried to grab my arm back.

   I reached up with my wet hand, and pushed her back down.  I pulled my
hand back down between her legs, and started to squeeze her inner thighs,
and running my hand down the inside of her leg all the way to her ankle.  I
slid it back up over her knee, and up to her now hot and open cunt, and
slid my fingers back in slowly.  I added my pinky, and started twisting all
four back in.  They made a slick squishing sound as they forced her open.

   I put my other arm over the thigh that was under me, and levered myself
down so that my face was over her cunt, and watched as my hand moved in and
out of her.  I dropped my mouth down to the inside of her thigh, right next
to her swollen outer lip, and bit her lightly, sucking hard and leaving a
hickey there.  I moved my mouth over to the other side and did the same,
then to the top of her cleft, and put my mouth over the top of her swollen
clit and sucked hard.  Angie's body went rigid, her back arched, and she
came all over me.  I couldn't believe it, it just gushed out of her.  Her
whole body was shaking, and I kept sucking on her clit, and twisting my
hand inside her.

   All of a sudden it stopped.  Angie's leg just went limp, her back
dropped down on the bed and she quit moving.  It scared me for a minute,
but I saw that she was still breathing.  I pulled my hand from inside her,
where I had had it in up to the third knuckle.  It squelched as it came
free, and was covered to the wrist in the juices that had poured out of
her. I took the time to rub it all over her belly and inner thighs,
covering her in her own juices.

   I got up, and went into the bathroom.  After washing up a little, I wet
a washcloth with cold water, and took it out to the bed.  Angie was still
out.  She was lying on the bed, her legs splayed out wide, and her arms up
over her head.  I lay down between her splayed legs, and put the cool cloth
on her forehead.  Her head started to move side to side slowly, her mouth
closed, and she moaned.

   "Jesus, what did you do to me?" she asked, as she reached up for the wet
cloth.

   I laughed and said, "I didn't do anything, but you did.  I don't think
I've ever seen anyone cum so hard before.  You soaked my whole arm."

   "All I remember is, you had what felt like your whole arm inside me,
then you put your mouth on me and it got so intense that I must have passed
out."

   "Well the passing out part is true enough, you scared me there for a
minute.  I guess you kind of liked what I was doing to you."

   "Ya think?" She asked chuckling.  "I thought the top of my head was
going to blow off."

   I looked into her eyes, and smiled, "We'll try that later.  How do you
feel?"

   Her face broke into a huge grin, "Mmmmm," she said putting her arms
around my neck, "I feel great, but I'm going to really get bowlegged with
you around," she said as he planted her feet and rolled her hips pushing
her against me.  "Mmmm, it feels like someone is glad to see me."

   "Before I take care of that, I need to go down to the lobby.  There's
something I need to pick up," I told her.

   "What?  Can I come?" she asked.

   "I think we just saw that if anyone can cum, it's you, but no it'll only
take a minute, and I'll be right back," I said pushing myself to my feet,
uncovering her.

   Groaning, Angie closed her legs.  "Fine, you go.  I'm going to run a
very hot bath.  God, I feel like you did have you whole arm in me."

   I reached down to help her to her feet.  "I thought about it for a
minute, but we have to leave something new to do next time," I said pushing
her toward the bathroom.

   Angie went into the bathroom, and I heard the water start.  I went over
and dressed in a pair of jeans an old sweatshirt.  I grabbed my wallet and
the keycard, and took the elevator down.  It wasn't until I was alone in
the car that I found that I should have washed up better.  Pulling out my
sweatshirt, and inhaling inside all I could smell was Angie's cunt.  My
cock got hard all over again.  Shrugging, I thought, "Oh well, I guess
they'll know what I've been doing."

   When I got to the lobby, I looked around for the shop I wanted, and made
for it.  There was a small women's clothing store, and I had seen something
that I wanted for Angie.  I went in, and walked over to the area where the
underwear was displayed.  I found a pair of small, black thong panties that
would look really good on Angie.  Next I went over to the Miss's display
area.  I found a dress made of stretchy material, with spaghetti straps. 
With the heels that she had worn here, she was going to look hot as hell in
this outfit.

   After finishing at the counter, I took my bag, and walked out into the
lobby again.  I spied a sign, advertising the place as a full service spa.
I went over to the place and looked inside.  I read the sign on the wall,
as to their services.  Seeing that they did everything I was looking for, I
went in, and made an appointment for the next afternoon.

   As I reached down for the bag I had set there, and got another whiff of
Angie.  Well, enough shopping for me.  Holding the bag in front of me, I
made my way threw the now crowded lobby, toward the elevator.  As I got
there the doors were opening, with the people spilling out.  There was a
small group waiting, that I followed onto the car.

   Back to the wall, I stood next to the button panel.  I pushed the number
for my floor, and a couple others that were requested.  We stopped at the
next floor, and a man and his wife got on.  She reached past me to push the
button.  As she did, I saw her nostrils flare.  Leaning back toward her
husband, I watched as her put her smiling lips to her husband's ear, and
whispered something to him.  A big smile crossed the guys face, and he
glanced around her head to get a look at me.  The car came to a stop at my
floor, and as the doors opened, I gave him a smile and a wink, and started
for the room.

   As I walked into the room, I saw Angie on the bed.  She was sitting back
on her heels, her knees spread, but with her towel lying about her hips. 
She was running a comb threw her wet hair.  With her hands at her hair, her
back was arched, making those hard nipples push out even further.

   Without saying a word, I dropped the bag, and started stripping off my
shirt.  Kicking my shoes off, as I pulled my pants open, I sat on the bed
and got out of them, and my socks.

   Angie was sitting there, hands in her lap, and a smile on her face.  I
reached over and grabbed the towel, and pulled it away.  "Miss me?" she
said tossing her comb to the side.

   I put my hand to her chest, between her tits, and gave a shove.  She
grunted as she landed on her back, but her legs stayed spread wide. 
Shucking off my boxers, I climbed between her legs, pushing my thighs under
her ass.  I rose up a little, and centered my cock in her slit.  I started
working it in, not taking time for any sort of warm up.  I saw her wince,
as I crammed the head into her.  After that, I started to push my way in
deeper.

   Out of self-defense, Angie's cunt started to get wet.  I just kept
working my way into her.  After she started to get wet, I started to
lengthen my strokes.  I put my hands behind her knees, and spread her
thighs wide open.  Rising up onto my knees, I pushed my cock right down to
the bottom of her cunt.

   I took a few full strokes, and pulled completely out of her, with Angie
grunting at the sudden withdrawal.  I pushed her onto her side, by her
knees, and reached for her hips.  I pulled her up onto her knees, and then
dropped my hands down to the insides of her knees.  I pushed outward slowly
but firmly until she was spread wide open, her pussy gaping at me.  I moved
my left hand to the small of her back, and pushed down on her, until her
belly was almost touching the bed.  That opened her up even more.

   I grabbed my wet, hard cock, and in one shove, sank it to the bottom. 
Angie grunted, dropped to her elbows, and put her head on the pillow there,
shaking in her first orgasm.  I started taking long hard stokes, watching
the wake from the impact of my hips ripple up the cheeks of her ass.

   With her cunt contracting around my cock, I was getting pretty close to
loosing it.  I took a good hold of her hips and started to pound my cock
in, and out of her, the slapping of our bodies getting louder.  There was a
continuous groan coming from Angie, getting louder upon impact.

   Grunting, I started taking short, quick strokes, and then crammed myself
all the way in, and started shooting off inside her.  I'd pull out slow,
and sink back in, and grind myself against her.  Dropping my chin down to
my chest, and closing my eyes, my body started to shake from the pleasure I
was feeling, being squeezed by that hot, wet, tight cunt.

   I just sat there on my knees, holding Angie against me, trying to
recover.  Raising my head, and prying my eyes open I looked behind me.  The
bag with the things I'd bought for Angie was on the floor a ways from the
bed.  With a sucking sound, I pulled myself out of her, and got off the
bed. I went to the bag and pulled the thong out.

   Angie had dropped belly down onto the bed, with her legs still open, and
her pussy refusing to close.  I walked around to the other side of the bed,
and sat down.  I reached over, and moved the wet hair that was completely
covering her face.

   "Put these on," I said dropping the thong by her face.

   "Oh my God, did you get the license of the truck that just ran over me?
God, I feel like I just got beat, from the inside out," she said reaching
up and grabbing the panties.

   She looked at them kind of funny, "What are these for?"

   "They're called underwear, you put them on under your cloths.  I know
I've kept you next to naked for a while, but you can't have forgotten
already," I said lightly smacking her round ass.

   "Ha ha, very funny.  I thought you didn't want me to wear them," she
said rolling to her back.

   "Well, I want you to now.  Come on, put them on," I said coaxing her
into action.  "When you get home, I want you to have Jon take them off. 
When he does get them off, I want you to make him clean you out with his
tongue."

   Angie had stopped in the middle of putting on the thong.  "You what? 
You can't be serious.  He won't do it."

   "Make him.  He'll do it, you'll see.  When he's done, have him bath you
and put you to bed.  Don't shave.  I've made an appointment for you, at the
salon in the lobby, for tomorrow afternoon, five o'clock, don't be late. 
You'll be staying the night, so bring something to wear to work Tuesday. 
Any questions?" I asked.

   "What are they going to do to me at the salon?" she said holding her
hair defensively.

   "Don't worry, if they touch that hair, I'll fucking kill them all.  Just
make the appointment, and when you're done come up here," I said getting
up.

   I went around to the bag, and pulled out the dress, I'd bought for her.
"You can wear this home.  I've been thinking of seeing you in something
like this, since I first saw you.  With this hugging your ass, and showing
off your nipples, every guy that sees you will want to fuck you."

   She got a worried look on her face, "You don't want me to let them, do
you?"

   "I don't like to share my toys, never have.  No, I do not want you to
let anyone fuck you, that includes Jon."

   She looked relieved, as she got up and took the dress from me.  Angie
walked over to the full-length mirror on the wall, and slipped the dress
over her head.  God, her ass looked fine in that thong.  She pulled the
dress down over her tits, to her hips, and settled it around her thighs. 
It was about tow sizes too small, and fit her like a second skin.  Man do I
know how to pick out cloths.

   She did that thing that women do with their hair, a kind of fluff and
flip, pulling it out from under the dress.  She stood looking at herself
making small adjustments, tugging here lifting there.  She was starting to
see herself differently.  She never said one word about it maybe being too
small, or she couldn't go out in something like this.  She turned and
looked over her shoulder, to see how her ass looked.

   "You vain little slut.  You know your ass looks great," I said with a
chuckle.

   She turned and looked at me blushing.  She walked over and stepped into
my arms.  "That doesn't mean I don't like to hear it," she said smiling up
at me.

   "You'll hear it plenty.  Now get that beautiful ass out of here, so I
can get some rest.  I'll see you tomorrow evening," I said bending down to
kiss her.

   Angie wrapped her arms around my neck, and held on for dear life.  After
a time I stood up, and turned her to the door, "Get out of here, before I
change my mind."

   "I'm going.  I'll see you tomorrow evening," she said closing the door
behind her.

   I dropped back on the bed.  This woman was going to kill me, but what a
way to go.

   The End

   I'd like to take the opportunity to thank you for all the great
comments. It means a lot to me to know that you enjoy reading my stories.
Thanks to Trudy, for sharing a bit about herself with me.  The swimsuit in
the lobby thing was inspired by you darlin'.  Thanks Again