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Just Business (MF, work, rom)
Copyright, 1996 By Cindy and Rick. Comments to either
CynTil8Ing@aol.com or rickr@jumpnet.com
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Chapter 1
By Cindy
Once again I was forced to get up in the middle of the night
to catch a train. This time though, I didn't mind at all.
The project was finally finished, and we were going to
present it to the client. For the past year, my partner in
our computer consulting business, Jeff, and I had been
designing and developing a billing system for a hospital.
Today was the day to hand over the keys, and more
importantly, to get the final payment. I showered and
dressed hurriedly, grabbed my overnight bag, briefcase and
laptop, and headed to the garage.
Traffic was light as I drove to the train station. It was
still dark and my Jeep was the only car on the road. I
turned on some music, and my thoughts drifted to Rick, the
billing office manager at the client. His tall dark good
looks, and most especially his shamrock green eyes, caused
amazing things to happen to my body every time I was near
him. Determined to keep this a proper business
relationship, I let Jeff handle most of the onsite visits,
hiding myself away in the office, out of danger. I think
his interest may have been a bit more than professional
courtesy too, as more than once I had caught his eyes
roaming up my stockinged legs. We talked on the phone at
least once a week, and he always seemed glad to hear from
me.
Arriving at the train station, I spotted Jeff sitting down
near the door. Always a gentleman, he stood as I
approached, and flashed that cute little smile. I swear,
sometimes it's so hard to remember that he has a wife and
children at home. Once in a while, he'll give me that
smile, and my heart just melts. I smiled back and gave him
a hug. "Can you believe it? It's over! It seems we've
been working on this thing forever! God, what are we going
to do now? I vote for taking a month off. What are your
thoughts on the subject?"
"I totally agree," he answered, holding me just a bit
tighter and longer than was necessary. "If nothing else, it
calls for the biggest celebration this evening that New York
can provide. "
As usual, I fell asleep on the train while Jeff finished
last minute paperwork. He woke me to go over the wording in
the acceptance contract. We discussed it, changing a word
here and there, and printed it. I held it carefully,
staring at the part about the payment due amount of
$500,000. "God, a half a million dollars! Who'da thunk
it?" I giggled.
"I know. We've had some pretty lean times the last two
years. But, with our success on this contract, we're well
on our way. I've got initial meetings set up with two more
hospitals next week."
"Oh really?" I asked, raising my eyebrows, "and just when
were you going to share this wonderful news?"
"Well, I only firmed up the details last night. I didn't
want to wake you or disturb you if you were working on those
last minute changes."
"Ok, I forgive you. It's so nice being able to concentrate
on the technical side while you take care of the business
side. I'm such a geek sometimes. Shut me up for weeks with
my laptop and I'm happy as a clam."
"Yeah," Jeff replied with an attempted leer, that came off
looking more like a silly grin, "but for some reason, we
seem to get more interest when you do the presentation.
Perhaps I should start wearing short skirts too."
"Oh no way!" I joked, "I couldn't stand the competition.
What if your legs are better looking than mine?"
"I don't think so," he said softly, with just a hint of a
sigh.
Deciding we were on dangerous ground, I took the opportunity
to head to the ladies room. When I returned, all was back
to normal. We chatted and made plans on what we would do
with all the money. My suggestion of cashing the check and
rolling around in the money like in Indecent Proposal was
met with a wry grin.
The train pulled in to Penn Station and we grabbed a taxi
outside. After an uneventful trip, by New York standards
anyway, meaning there were no deaths nor major property
damage, we arrived at the hospital. Jeff had Rick paged,
and I smiled my prettiest smile as I watched him approach.
I think his eyes lit up a bit when he saw me, but perhaps it
was just wishful thinking.
We presented the software to the steering committee, and all
went flawlessly. We ran into a few minor problems doing the
actual installation, and it was after 7 before we finally
finished up. I went looking for Jeff, to tell him we were
all wrapped up. I found him in Rick's office, both of them
looking relaxed with their feet propped up, chatting like
old buddies. There was a bottle on Rick's desk and empty
glasses in front of them.
"And just what the hell is this?" I asked, utterly failing
to put the fierceness in my voice I intended. "Here I am
out there working my buns off while the good old boys are in
here with their feet propped up. Sheesh!"
"Oh, don't get your panties all in a bunch woman," Jeff
laughed, "We've been planning our celebration for this
evening."
"It's ok, Cindy," Rick smiled, "Jeff was asking if I had any
ideas. We made reservations at one of the best restaurants
in town, and he's asked me to join the two of you. Of
course, that is, if it's ok with you."
The smile he gave me as he said that stopped my heart for a
second or two. "Oh yes! That would be wonderful Rick!
Jeff, you're a genius. Not only can we have a native guide,
but now we can even write it off as a business expense."
"Damn girl," Jeff laughed, "I'm supposed to be the business
expert while you're the technical wiz, but I didn't even
think of that. Your devious mind never ceases to amaze me."
"What time are our reservations?" I asked, "Do I have time
to stop at the hotel and change?"
"Not until 9:00," Jeff answered, "We thought you might need
time to make yourself presentable. I just hope two hours is
enough."
"Shithead," I muttered under my breath, using my favorite
endearment, "Just you wait!"
We took another death-defying taxi ride to the hotel, and as
I checked in and went to my room, the gentlemen retired to
the bar.
Alone in the room, I once again blessed Jeff. He had gotten
me a suite on one of the uppermost floors. The room was
gorgeous and the view breathtaking. Just like him, I
thought to myself. And he probably will take a single next
to the elevator for himself just to save a few dollars.
I unpacked my bags, took another quick shower, and decided
to live dangerously. I smiled wickedly as I pulled on the
black stockings, attaching them to the lace garter. I
passed on the bra, instead choosing a silky black chemise as
a small concession to the cold November evening. The dress
was next, a killer dress if I had ever owned one. It was
midnight blue, and was so tight in the bodice I could barely
breathe. The full skirt was short, ending a good 8 inches
above my knees. It swirled around my legs when I moved. My
hair went up, and I used my two prized pearl combs to hold
it in place. I added a small pearl necklace at my throat.
My heels were black, high enough to accentuate my calves,
but not so dangerously high I worried about tripping if we
had to walk a few blocks. A final look in the mirror,
another wicked little smile, and I hurried back down to the
bar.
Jeff stopped in mid-sentence as I approached the table, his
mouth still open just a bit. Both stood as I sat down, and
a glass of wine appeared magically in front of me. Finally,
a bit unnerved by the unaccustomed attention, I laughed,
"Ok, you can tell me, do I have toilet paper stuck on my
heel or something?"
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Chapter 2
By Rick
Obviously, there was no way I could tell Cindy exactly what
was going through my mind at that moment. All of the
incredibly erotic thoughts that I was thinking. How badly
I wanted to be away from this place, with our bodies
entwined, with the taste of her on my lips and the feel of
her surrounding me, the touch of her perfect breasts, bare
against my chest. God, the thought of those incredible legs
wrapped around me as we made love was almost enough to send
me over the edge and it WAS enough to give me an erection to
the point I knew I better sit down before embarrassing
myself.
I knew Jeff was thinking the same thing...damn him... As
much as I liked them both, they had done a marvelous job
coming up with the perfect billing and management package
for our hospital, I still couldn't peg exactly what there
was between them. I knew Jeff was married, happily from all
indications, but there was a sexual electricity that just
permeated the air when they were in a room together. I felt
that Cindy was every bit as attracted to me as I was to her,
but where did Jeff fit into this whole scheme of things?
"No, of course not...it's just...well..." I stammered,
unable to say something half way intelligent, feeling like a
complete ass.
"It's just that you're perfectly lovely this evening," Jeff
said, always the one with the right thing to say. I hated
him even more at that minute.
When she heard that, an incredible smile and the sexiest
twinkle I've ever seen, came across her face and into her
eyes. I was about to become intensely jealous when it
dawned on me, she was looking straight at me with that
twinkle and smile.
Jeff excused himself and left for a moment. Cindy took that
opportunity to say, "Do you know how cute you are when you
get flustered?"
Feeling a blush crawling up my face, I just said, "Well then
I must be about the cutest thing in the world right about
now." Summoning up all my courage I said, "I've really
enjoyed working with you and I must say I've been a little
disappointed that Jeff has done all the direct work with me.
I find you incredibly attractive and would really like to be
able to know you better, but before I do, I need to ask you
if there is more between you and Jeff than just a working
relationship."
Cindy paused for a long moment, obviously giving the
question a lot of thought. I didn't know if she was trying
to think of a way of breaking some news to me gently or if
she was really trying to analyze and answer that question to
herself before trying to explain it to me. After awhile she
began to speak.
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Chapter 3
By Cindy
"Damn, damn, damn," I thought, as I heard the question.
"Obviously, I can't yet tell him the *whole* story, but I
can't lie either. Well, here goes nothing...." Taking a
deep breath, I started to explain.
"Well, to be perfectly blunt and perfectly honest, no, the
relationship between Jeff and me is not strictly
professional. BUT, it's not physical either.
"Jeff and I have known each other for years. Way before we
started the company, we used to work together, even sharing
an office. We started off hating each other. I was the
old-timer, knowing the systems backwards and forwards. He
was the new kid, just out of the Marines, with a typical
military personality that just didn't fit in with the kind
of company we were. We spent the first couple of weeks
avoiding each other, even though physically we were within a
few feet.
"All the women in the office just fell for him and we're
constantly bugging me with the 'Is he married? dating
anyone?' questions. Everyone wanted me to play matchmaker
when they found out he was single.
"I think the only thing that saved him was that he wasn't
arrogant. He knew he had a lot to learn and was determined
to learn it. I think this is what finally broke the
stalemate between us. That and the fact that he's really
smart and I knew I needed help.
"The project we were working on was long, and the schedule
extremely tight, and neither of us had outside lives at the
time, so we worked constantly. Slowly, we started to become
friends.
"After months of this, it was time to install the system.
We packed our bags, and went to the client. This install
wasn't like your system, we were there for the parallel, and
the training, and the debugging. All-in-all, we spent over
a month there.
"We tried to keep it professional, we really did, but when
you're stranded in some little town, in the middle of
winter, for a month, well......it just happened.
"When we came back, we tried for a while, but it just didn't
work out. So, we ended it, and eventually, he left for
another company.
"A few years went by, and we ended up starting CJS. That's
an even longer story that I won't bore you with. Even
today, when we travel together, there's always that
temptation, though so far we haven't touched each other."
I stopped there, not really finishing the story, and leaving
out some important details, but giving an honest answer.
Jeff had returned while I was telling my story and he added,
with a grin, "And damn it, it hasn't been easy!" He paused,
looking at Rick, then back at me, and grinned again. "Oh
oh, did I come back too soon? You want me to get lost again
for a while?"
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Chapter 4
By Rick
I could tell that wasn't the end of the story by the way
they looked at each other, but then, who was I to judge?
Hadn't I been tempted to date people in my office? In fact
hadn't I come awfully close that night at the park when we
had that going away party for one of my best friends and we
all got a little (a lot) drunk? Had it not been for all of
the other co-workers around, the EXTREMELY passionate kiss
that Jody and I shared when she left would have certainly
turned into a major love making session right there under
the stars on that warm summer night. Mmmm...the memory
still lingers...but I digress...
Plunging ahead, I just said, "Not at all, Jeff. I'm
starved, how 'bout y'all?" slipping back into my Texas
accent. "You won't find a better steak in all New York.
They're the best I've had since I left San Antone."
Finishing our drinks, we made our way out to the street and
hailed a cab. Jeff sat in front with the driver (maybe this
guy wasn't so bad after all, I didn't even have to push him
into the front seat) as I held the door for Cindy. As she
entered the back seat, I was treated to a long glimpse of
creamy thigh above her stockings. The twinkle in her eye as
she looked at me, slowly readjusting her skirt, made my
heart literally skip a beat. Damn, I wanted this woman!
During the entire ride to the restaurant, I could barely
concentrate on the conversation. Small talk really, but
Cindy's hand was next to mine on the seat and the small
touches that took place between our little fingers felt like
1000 volts of electricity between us. My heart was racing
as it had never before. The sexual energy was palpable in
that back seat.
We arrived at the restaurant and as the cab pulled to the
curb, Cindy gave my leg a slight, barely perceptible squeeze
and my hand barely grazed the tight curve of her bottom as
she climbed out of the cab, treating me again to a much
quicker, albeit much higher glimpse of her creamy flesh.
Tonight was going to be a very long evening...I hoped...
Upon entering the restaurant, we were greeted by Tex, the
maitre'd (you were expecting maybe Andre? At a place that
serves the best steaks this side of San Antone? Come on
now...) in his 10 gallon hat and best ropers. "This is what
we call Neuvo Texan," I said with as straight a face as I
could muster. That put the sparkle in Cindy's eyes once
again (God a man could get lost in those bedroom eyes) and
they could have melted me right then and there.
God, I had to start controlling myself, or they were never
going to let me into this restaurant again.
We got a table next to the window, with an incredible view
of the city. I held Cindy's chair for her as she sat, the
scent of her White Diamonds making my head spin. "Thank
you," she said graciously.
We placed our orders, had a bottle of the best champagne
brought to our table and toasted each other until the second
bottle was empty and the glow around the table was visible.
The steaks were done to perfection and everyone was totally
satisfied (culinarily, at least) when the last of the dishes
were cleared.
Jeff excused himself once again and we were left gazing
seductively into each other's eyes. The little jazz combo
had begun playing in the corner and the sexiest sax I'd ever
heard began to wail. Without asking, because I knew the
answer, I took Cindy's delicate hand, leading her to the
dance floor. We wrapped ourselves in each other and glided
around the floor, melting into each other, both physically
and emotionally. I was swept away by her touch, her feel,
her scent. Looking down into her eyes, I lowered my head to
hers and our lips met, tenderly but with the promise of
kisses yet to come.
We danced three of four dances then remembered that we had
come here with Jeff. Returning to our table, he was still
not back yet. Upon sitting, our waiter returned with a note
addressed to us both.
Kids,
Looks like you have a big evening in store for you.
The
check has been taken care of and another bottle of
champagne ordered. Enjoy yourselves. I'm going back
to
the hotel and call my wife to tell her how much I miss
her and describe exactly what I plan to do with her
when
I get home. Hope you don't have to wait that long to
do
the same...
Jeff
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Chapter 5
By Cindy
I gasped as I read the note, reading it twice to be sure. I
couldn't believe it -- he was letting me off the hook! Or
was he? Did he realize that Rick meant more to me than just
a way to settle that ridiculous bet?
That was what I had left out of my story. One of the
reasons that CJS is so successful is that Jeff and I are so
competitive. We argue good naturedly about everything, each
of us certain we're right. Well, we had gotten into another
one of our stupid debates, about some stupid little detail
of the system, and when I finally got to the 'Bet ya' point,
Jeff's eyes lit up. He immediately took me up on it, which
should have been my clue to back down right there. He
almost never takes me up on those bets. We decided the bet
would be winner chooses. Well, I lost. And he's been
teasing me ever since.
This morning on the train, he finally told me what I had to
do. He wanted, as he called it, a Super-Duper Mind-Blowing
Mind-Numbing Cindy Special Blow Job. I told him no way. We
argued about it for a while, and the agreement became that
since he couldn't have one, he wanted to watch me give one.
I somewhat reluctantly agreed, but only on the condition
that he kept his hands to himself.
Well, it appeared that all my worrying was for naught.
Relief flooded through me. I looked up at Rick and smiled.
"I don't know about you, but I can think of a much nicer
place to drink this champagne." I leaned over, delicately
running my tongue up his neck to his ear. I whispered,
"Shall we get it to go?"
He took my hand, bringing it palm up to his lips, kissing
it. "You wish is my command, my darling."
The doorman hailed us a taxi, and Rick gave the driver our
destination. Then, he took me in his arms and lowered his
lips to mine. The passion, in just that kiss, was enough to
make my head spin. I moaned as the tip of his tongue found
mine. My hands stole under his coat, under his jacket, to
his chest. His fingers wound underneath my hair, to my
neck, gently stroking it, raising goosebumps all over my
body. His other hand slid up my leg, to the tops of my
stockings, tracing one finger around the edge. He drew
circles on my inner thigh, and it was all I could do NOT to
squirm onto his fingers.
Finally, both of us breathless, we returned to the hotel.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, I was back in his
arms. The older couple already in the elevator smiled
indulgently and held each others hands a bit tighter. I
could have sworn I saw him squeeze her ass as they exited
the elevator. And I distinctly heard her giggle. Her
laughter floating down the hall as the doors closed once
again.
We reached my floor and entered the room.
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Chapter 6
By Rick
"God you are the most incredibly sexy woman I have ever
met," I whispered as my tongue lightly circled Cindy's ear
the moment we shut the door to her suite. Her response was
to cup the back of my head with her hands and pull my lips
to her open mouth. Our tongues mingled and explored with
abandon, unable to get enough of each other. The taste of
champagne was still on her lips and if that was not enough
to intoxicate me, the passion behind her kiss was. Breaking
away momentarily, I looked into her incredible eyes. "I
want this to last," I said. "I don't want this to be a rush
into passion, I want to slowly, tenderly make love with you.
I want the last six months of desiring you to culminate in
the most romantic yet intense pleasure WE have ever
experienced," I concluded as I gently took her face in my
hands, kissing her tenderly this time, the tip of my tongue
lightly flicking against her upper lip, an indication of
things to come.
We started a fire in the fireplace, opened the new bottle of
champagne, pouring a glass for each of us. Cindy took a sip
from her glass, then kissing me, transferred the delicate
liquid into my mouth. God this woman knew how to excite a
man.
Slowly...oh, so slowly...we began to undress one another.
Turning her back to me, I began to unzip her incredibly sexy
dress. I moved her hair to the side, exposing the nape of
her neck to my lips. Inch by sensitive inch, my lips and
tongue followed as the zipper on her dress descended lower
and lower. Down her neck...along her shoulders...nibbling
as I went...up along the outside of her neck to her
sensitive earlobe...gently circling her ear...back down to
follow the zipper down her spine, circling each vertebrae as
I came to it...
Her dress dropped to the floor and she was standing there in
her stockings, heels, garters and camisole. I was standing
there with the hardest erection I had ever had, begging to
be freed. Cindy was, much to my joy, aware of my
predicament and eager to assist.
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Chapter 7
By Cindy
I took a deep breath. I was feeling light-headed. I wasn't
sure if it was caused by the champagne or the sexiness that
was so evident in the man before me. But before I could
figure it out, a wonderfully wicked idea popped into my
head.
"Rick? How adventurous are you feeling?"
His evil little smile told me all I needed to know.
"I'll be right back. Have another glass of champagne, and
go down the hall and fill the ice bucket."
I practically skipped into the bedroom. A few minutes
later, after I heard him return from the ice machine, I
slowly opened the bedroom door. I watched his eyes widen as
he say me standing there, posed sexily, wearing my bikini.
"I really could use a soak in the jaccuzzi, it's such a cold
night, and my neck and shoulders are all stiff from being
bent over those PCs all day."
Finding his voice, and finally swallowing the champagne I
had caught him in mid- sip, he asked, "Um, well, you're
prepared, extremely well prepared I might add, but," he
looked down at his slacks, "I'm afraid I'm not."
"All taken care of," I giggled, tossing him a black pair of
shorts. "Yes, they're mine, I wear them for aerobics. But
with the miracle of lycra, I think they might fit the bill,
or whatever else you've got in there to fit. Let's just
see."
I stepped over to him, reaching my hands down to his belt,
while my lips found his. As I undid it, I slowly traced the
tip of my tongue over his upper lip. After the belt, I
unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, pulling his shirt out
and unbuttoning it. Quickly, I pushed if off his shoulders,
my lips moving down to trace their way over his warm chest.
I smoothly slid both his pants and underwear to his knees,
and pushed him back onto the sofa.
I kneeled at his feet, taking off his shoes and socks,
before removing his pants. Not being able to resist this
tasty looking treat in front of me, I began running my
tongue in circles on his inner thigh. This was greeted with
a long sigh, and his head leaned back against the sofa, eyes
closed. Slowly, I worked my way upward, caressing the other
thigh with the back of my hand. Finally, I worked my way to
his balls, swirling them around gently with my tongue. His
sighs deepened into little moans.
His eyes still closed, I backed off for just a second, just
long enough to slip one of the ice cubes into my mouth,
swirl it around my mouth a few moments, and drop it into my
hand. Starting at the bottom of his balls, I slowly licked,
using the flat of my cold tongue, all the way up to the tip
of his cock. He gasped, eyes flying open as I looked at him
innocently.
I slid the shorts on to his legs, pulling him up until he
was standing. His erection of course, took quite some
fiddling with to get in there. It kept wanting to poke out
from the waistband. Finally, I got it situated, and stepped
back, licking the little drop of precum I managed to gather
from all my fiddling. I stood there stunned and speechless.
Oh my God, did he look hot. The shorts were bike shorts,
and they fit him like a second skin. And never had I seen
those shorts filled out so wonderfully. My heart pounded so
loudly I imagine he heard it.
"Um, shall we go?" I asked, my voice not at all steady. He
looked a bit nervous, but nonetheless, picked up the
champagne and put it in the ice bucket, and followed me down
the hall to the elevator.
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Chapter 8
By Rick
It was difficult to tell which was harder...my cock or the
beating of my heart...by the time we got inside the
elevator. My head was absolutely swimming with desire and
anticipation. I knew Cindy was a gorgeous woman, but even
with the attractive business attire she wore, there is no
way I was prepared for how she looked in a bikini. Her
breasts are beyond description with a figure to match.
Damn!
The elevator was deserted as we began our descent to the
pool area. About half way down, God answered my prayers.
The elevator came to an abrupt halt! We looked at each
other...tentatively at first, then with an unbridled lust.
The electricity between our eyes flashed four words..."I
Want You...NOW."
Raising the champagne bottle to my lips, I filled my mouth
with the foamy liquid. Bringing my mouth to hers, I shared
it with her in the middle of a passion filled kiss. I
poured champagne over her breasts, soaking her top, her
nipples suddenly erect from the cold liquid, and proceeded
to lick the wine from her.
To this day, I'm not sure how she accomplished the
following. Removing her bikini bottom, and pressing herself
into the corner of the elevator, her sexy ass upon where the
handrails met. Knees bent she raised first one foot upon
the handrail on the side wall, and one foot upon the
handrail on the rear wall opening herself wide for me.
Taking the champagne bottle she poured some of the sparkling
wine over her stomach and down onto her pussy. Immediately,
my mouth and tongue were upon her, tasting the combination
of her juices and the sweet wine.
My tongue traveled through her folds, circling her clit.
Taking her sensitive button between my teeth, I nibbled and
licked her simultaneously. I inserted two fingers inside
her moist slit, sliding them slowly in and out. When they
were well lubricated, I removed one, sliding it southward,
pressing it against her rosebud. Her moan along with her
returned pressure indicated her willingness and I inserted
my finger into her. Two fingers sliding in and out,
separated only by a thin membrane of tissue, while my mouth
continued to make love to her clit. A moan emanated from
her throat, her hips rocked in a lustful rhythm, her
excitement was building...
Just as suddenly as the elevator had come to a stop, it
started up again!!
Not wanting to be as famous as Hugh Grant, we quickly
righted ourselves. It was amazing how deftly Cindy was able
to slip back into her bikini bottom, without skipping a
beat. I, on the other hand, had a hell of a time gathering
up the ice bucket, champagne bottle and my composure before
the doors opened onto the lobby floor. I found myself
hoping nobody was looking too closely at my face as we went
toward the pool, because one swipe of my tongue along my
moustache confirmed that it was covered with Cindy's erotic
nectar.
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Chapter 9
By Cindy
As we walked past the front desk, I smiled as I watched the
desk clerk's nose twitch in unmistakable recognition. When
he looked at us and took a long deep breath I had to giggle.
We crossed the lobby, heading for the pool. When we got
there, two maintenance men were cleaning it. Mightily
disappointed, I asked how long they would be. One suggested
that we try the hot tub up on the roof. They had just
finished up there, and wouldn't be returning. He turned to
Rick, winked, and handed him the 'Pool Closed' sign.
We quickly walked back across the lobby to the elevators.
The desk clerk was nowhere to be seen, though I thought I
heard a muffled groan from the office.
Back in the elevator, the door closed and Rick moved toward
me. I held up my hand to tell him to wait, then banged it
against the control panel, lighting up a half a dozen
buttons. "We can't expect another lucky break," I smiled as
I slowly slid to my knees in front of him, "You like Russian
roulette?"
I ran my hand up his thighs, and across his re-thickening
crotch. Quickly, I pulled his shorts down to his knees, and
took him between my lips. There is nothing in the world
more sexy than feeling a cock get hard in my mouth. Quite
soon, he reached his full length and thickness (and a
perfect length and thickness I might add). I slid my mouth
backwards, until only the head remained in my warm, wet
mouth. I looked up at him and smiled.
Just then, the elevator stopped. Had we reached the first
of the floors I hit? Or had someone called for an elevator?
As the doors started to slide open, I slid him back into my
mouth, all the way down into my throat. I resisted the urge
to peek, but I saw his eyes widen. I didn't hear a sound
and the doors closed once again. As he let out his held
breath, his cock jumped, banging against the roof of my
mouth.
I moved back again, this time sliding my tongue in slow,
slippery swipes on the underside of his cock from base to
tip pausing to flick back and forth against the triangle
where the vein comes into the head. His knees jerked and he
leaned back against the handrail with a moan. Once again
the elevator slid to a stop. Again, the doors opened to an
empty hallway.
By the fourth stop, he didn't even bother looking any more.
My lips and tongue were working their magic, along with my
fingertips on and underneath his balls, that a crowd could
have been standing there and he wouldn't have noticed. I
reached around for his ass as his hips started rocking back
and forth, and he began slowly fucking my mouth. The feel
of his hot cock between my lips, and the muscles of his ass
clenching and releasing drove me to distraction. I slipped
one hand into my bottoms, and reached for my sopping pussy.
My moans and sighs joined his.
Finally, just as we both were panting, we reached the top
floor. He pulled me to my feet, reached for my hand, and
sensuously licked my juices from my fingers, sucking them
slowly into his mouth. We found the stairs to the roof and
headed up. At the top, he paused to hang the sign, while I
walked to the hot tub. Reaching it, I turned and smiled,
slowly reaching behind me to unfasten my top, letting it
fall to the ground. My bottoms followed, then I slowly
turned, and climbed into the tub.
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Chapter 10
By Rick
After hanging the sign and closing the door, I turned just
in time to see to see Cindy's bikini laying on the ground,
her shapely ass descending into the water and the curve of
her breast in profile as she looked back at me with that
deliciously wicked grin she had a talent for flashing.
Mother of God, this woman was going to drive me crazy and I
was going to love the journey.
Stripping off the bike shorts (I must admit, I've never felt
so endowed as when wearing them, they certainly were
flattering) I joined Cindy in the hot tub. The night was
cold and the steam was thick coming off the frothing water.
The tub was set at 105 degrees, which was perfect for my
taste. Being in a tub that hot always relaxes not only my
muscles, but also my scrotum as well, causing my rather
large balls to hang down nearly the full length of my still
semi erect cock. The bubbleator on the seat produced air
bubbles from the outside air that when combined with the hot
water of the spa mixed to tickle and tease my ass, cock and
balls, making my erection complete.
For several minutes, Cindy and I lay back, melting into the
relaxing waters of the spa. The stars over head were
incredibly bright because we were high above the city lights
and there were no lights at all on the roof. Her rather
large breasts floated and swayed on the surface of the
water, and from time to time I would stretch out on the top
of the water, my cock breaking the surface like a periscope,
in a teasing invitation to her. By and by, the desire for
each other quite outweighed our desire for relaxation.
Crossing the spa toward her, I knelt on the floor of the hot
tub. She was seated, and as I came toward her she spread
her knees to allow me to kneel between them in front of her.
Taking her face in my hands, I kissed her delicately on the
lips, the tip of my tongue just barely caressing her full
mouth. My hands traveled down her neck, along her
shoulders, down her arms. Proceeding along her back, then
circling around her sides until my hands were cupping the
undersides of her beautiful breasts, holding them, raising
them up out of the water, her nipples immediately tightening
with the exposure to the cold air, bringing them to my
waiting lips. My mouth and tongue alternately circled,
licked and sucked her nipples, her breasts pressed together
so that I could attack both at the same time.
"God," I thought to myself, "how I would love to have my
cock nestled between these beautiful breasts, fucking them."
The image of my purple head peaking out the tops of them
then disappearing again as my hips thrust between her
beautiful globes...the sight of ribbons of cum hitting her
chin, her lips, her cheeks...maybe someday, I thought.
But back to the situation at hand (so to speak). Taking a
deep breath, my tongue descended between Cindy's breasts,
down under the water over her stomach, along the hairline of
her pubis and between her legs. Pulling her to the edge of
the seat, my finger tips pulling her lips apart completely
exposing her lips, pussy and clit to the water and the
bubbleator that was directly under her, constantly pulsing
against her sensitive tissue. My tongue swirled and circled
her clit, swollen not only from desire but even more so from
the warmth of the water. Releasing the air from my lungs I
forced a jetstream of water and air toward her cilt. It
effectiveness was evident by the way her hips jumped and
rocked. By placing my mouth on the seat, I could take in
air from the bubbleator and continue my ministrations to her
now lust filled body. Over and over I applied this
technique, staying underwater for at least ten to fifteen
minutes. With my mouth covering her clit, I brushed it
alternately with my lips, my teeth, my tongue. Her hips
rocked against me, her hand entwined in my hair pulling my
tightly against her pussy as her orgasm began. Even through
the water, I could hear the moans and cries coming from her,
emanating from her chest and lungs. Continuing to assault
her pussy and clit, Cindy came over and over again. Finally
when she could stand no more, she grasped my face and
physically pulled my head out of the water.
Just inches away from her face, staring into those
incredibly gorgeous sexy bedroom eyes, my heart was
thundering inside my chest.
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Chapter 11
By Cindy
I was speechless as I felt his lips and tongue caressing me
underneath the water. It was without a doubt one of the
most incredible sensations I had ever felt. In no time at
all it seemed, I was lost completely in wave after wave of
orgasm. Finally, the sensations became too much, and my
desire for him too overwhelming. I pulled him up out of the
water.
Breathlessly, I asked, "How did you do that? No wait, don't
tell me. I'll just continue to believe that you possess
talents I should never question." And with that I pulled
his lips to mine in a kiss that I hoped he would remember
forever.
Slowly, I let my hands wander down his chest, tweaking his
nipples lightly, then fluttering down his stomach, and
outward to his hips. Down his outer thighs my hands
traveled, then back up, caressing his inner thighs, kneading
gently. Finally, I reached his balls, cupping them gently.
They felt weightless in the water, yet I knew they were
heavy with his need for release. A release I couldn't delay
for him, or for myself, any longer.
I motioned him over next to me and had him sit on the edge
of the seat. I slid around, up, and onto his lap, our lips
never parting. Holding the base of his cock firmly in my
fingers, I slowly guided it into me. I lowered myself down
onto him, sighing with the perfect fit. My legs wrapped
around behind him, pulling him even further into me. I
paused, overwhelmed in the feeling of our bodies as one. It
was as if it were meant to be.
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Chapter 12
By Rick
As Cindy's legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper inside
her, I released a sigh of pleasure that mixed with her own.
I could feel her ass gently resting on my balls, our pubic
hairs intertwining, her nipples hard against my chest. We
kissed, lightly, my tongue barely touching her lips, her
tongue, her teeth, her gums. Our tongues slowly, gently
explored each other, touching, wrapping, skimming the
underside, along the side. Not a lost in passion groping,
but a slow deliberate mapping of each others mouths. Our
faces were wet from the water and our kisses were every bit
as wet.
She took my hair in her hands and guided my lips to her
waiting breasts, her erect nipples. Gently the tip of my
tongue touched them, then circled the dark aureole
surrounding them. My mouth covered them, sucking gently at
first then harder and harder. I took them between my teeth
and gently nipped them. God, they were big, nearly marble
sized. As I held them between my teeth, the tip of my
tongue fluttered across them. Cindy moaned with pleasure,
her head tilted back, as I stimulated her breasts. The
harder I sucked, the faster her hips moved, back and forth,
fucking my cock as I attended to her breasts. She was in
control, arching her hips in such a way that the top of my
cock stimulated her clit with each thrust of her pelvis.
Faster and harder she rocked, so far back that I practically
slipped out, then crashing into me again, burying my cock to
the hilt inside her pussy. Closer and closer she got, we
both got...harder and faster until Cindy stiffened, arching
her back until she was laying flat on the water, her
contractions coming swiftly and involuntarily, her arms
outstretched, flailing in the water in the throes of a
massive orgasm. Her moans, her sighs, coming between short
gasping breaths as her whole upper body thrashed in the
bubbling water, her legs clamped around my waist, keeping my
tightly within her. Determined to make this last as long as
possible, still I did not climax, and shortly, Cindy's
muscles relaxed and she was able to once again sit up. Even
though I had managed to delay the inevitable, I knew it
could not be far off.
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Chapter 13
By Cindy
"Oh my God," I whispered as I slowly came back to my senses.
Quickly, because I sensed how close he was, I spun around on
his lap, facing away from him now, pressing my ass tight
against his stomach. I moved a bit forward, giving him
room, as he reached down, grasping the edge of the seat with
his fingers. It gave him enough leverage that he could
stroke hard into me, the force rocking me back and forth in
the water.
His moans turned to gasps and pants, and I knew it was
almost time. He grabbed my waist, circling it tightly with
both hands, and crushed me onto him. I reached down,
between my legs, between his legs, my shoulder dipping low
in the water, until I found his ass. Quickly, I slipped my
finger inside, searching for that spot. When he practically
screamed, I knew I had reached it.
Within seconds, he was over the edge, calling to God as he
exploded into me. His thrusting slowed, then stopped, as we
both sat there breathing like we had just finished a
marathon, which I suppose in a way, we had. Slowly and
gently, I removed my finger, and turned to peek at him over
my shoulder. His head was back against the edge of the
hottub, eyes closed, and contented smile on his lips. I
smiled as I disengaged myself, crawled next to him, and
rested my head on his shoulder.
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Chapter 14
By Rick
As she lay her head on my shoulder, my arm wrapped around
her, my fingers lazily running up and down her side. I
turned my head and we lightly kissed, then lay our heads
back against the side of the tub. It seemed like FOREVER
since the evening started, but the feeling of complete
relaxation and contentment that we shared now was so
peaceful I could have died a happy man if God had decided to
take me right then and there, but it seemed he had yet other
plans for me...indeed for us.
As we lay there, we heard the access door open slowly.
Glancing over, I could see Jeff...hmm, was that his
name...I'd been thinking with my cock for so long this
evening I couldn't even be sure I had the right
name...slowly walking toward the hot tub. Seeing the half
shocked, half dismayed look on Cindy's face as she looked
over at him, I then looked back to his face, which held the
biggest "cat that ate the canary" grin I had ever seen.
"I figured I'd find you kids up here," he said lightly.
Still trying to figure out what was going on, I looked at
Cindy and said, "What's going on...?"
She said, tentatively, "I'm not quite sure. I have an idea,
but..." then, looking inquisitively at Jeff, she continued,
"The note...?"
"Oh, come on, Babe, I was just cutting you a little time.
It didn't take a genius to figure out that you two wanted
each other like a kid wants a Super Sega, but you didn't
seriously think I was going to let you out of our little
bet, did you?"
"Well, to be honest, I knew it wasn't your style, but there
is a first time for everything..."
"That's true, but tonight isn't going to be one of them, so
you're just going to have to pay up," he said with a
chuckle.
Still looking confused and feeling even more confused than I
looked, I ventured on, "Would somebody please let me in on
whatever is going on here?"
"What do you think, Cyn, should we tell him? Nah, let's
just show him..." and with that, Jeff proceeded to disrobe.
"Geez, Jeff, we've been kind of busy. We might need a few
minutes to..." she stopped as she casually reached for my
cock. "Well, no, never mind..." she said as she wrapped her
hand around me, finding the answer to her concern.