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From: bsmith@wcnet.org (The Bobster)
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Subject: REPOST - THE SALES CALL
Date: Mon, 19 Feb 1996 20:08:59 GMT
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The Sales Call
The following story was written over the period of a week to ten
days
by two people, myself and a very erotically-minded young lady who
I
discovered by net-cruising.
I am fascinated by female fantasies because most females claim
never
to have them and I know better. For some reason they just don't
like
to reveal them as readily as most males do. The names in the
story have
been changed "to protect the guilty".
I fully expect that some people reading this are not going to
believe
the e-mail exchange ever actually took place. That's okay. Just
don't
flame me about it. The e-mail exchanges are uploaded exactly as
they
were written by "Sarah" and I, then appended and separated into
hers
and mine. If you wish either to write me to question the
veracity or
to find out "who this Sarah is", think twice about wasting the
time
because I'll just trash the mail immediately in either case.
The idea of this exchange came from Sarah (not her real name).
When
she suggested we "write a serialized fantasy together" I nearly
died
of erotic shock. The idea of helping a woman undress her deepest
sexual
fantasies appealed to me more than she could probably imagine.
The
results were even better than the anticipation.
The following story is divided into sections with Sarah's
insertions
identified. This "literary collaboration"was a very satisfying
experience
for both her and me.
You might question, as I did, whether Sarah is truly a female or
a male
posing as one. The fact that Sarah so readily and easily was
able to
contribute so openly and hotly made me truly wonder. A telephone
conversation with Sarah, however, was the first indication for me
that
she was genuine. Not only that, but this 34 year old woman has a
*very*
sexy voice.
But she might weigh 450 lbs. and be ugly as well! Well, it was a
possibility that I considered and I decided it really didn't
matter.
In any case, Sarah is a very exotic woman.
Then Sarah had a real fantasy, a very kinky one, about meeting
without
ever having met before, sight unseen, just for sex. It happened
in real
life and it was wonderful and Sarah is a beautiful, sexy lady.
Our
night together is one I shall never forget. But that is the
subject
for another posting.
Here's the story we wrote together:
Started by Jim:
THE SALES CALL
As I pulled into the driveway and looked again at the house
number to
confirm I was where I was supposed to be, I glanced at my watch
and was
right on time for the 9:00 AM appointment. I grabbed my sales
materials
off the passenger seat and looked again at the name of the person
upon
whom I was calling. I am terrible with names. "Sarah Wehlen", I
repeated
to myself several times hoping I had the pronunciation right. I
walked
from the car to the front door of the home.
The house was attractive; not a mansion by any means but very
neatly
landscaped and well maintained. I sensed that Sarah would
appreciate
quality and organization as buying motives.
I rang the doorbell and a strikingly attractive lady answered.
"Sarah?"
"Yes..."
"Hi! I am Jim Baker with Acme Enterprises."
She smiled and asked me in. Something I felt deep inside me told
me
that this sales call was going to be different. I was nervous.
That
is not usual for me. I could not help gawking at Sarah's
attractive
appearance and the way she was dressed.
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This part contributed by Sarah:
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He was right on time. I, on the other hand, was running
unusually behind.
The night before had been quite hectic and I didn't get to bed
until late.
I had just stepped out of the shower, ran a comb through my hair
and was
putting the finishing touches of my make-up on, when the doorbell
rang.
I grabbed my robe and slipped into it as I went to the door.
He introduced himself and I invited him in. He was somewhat
surprised
by my attire and I apologized for not being properly dressed.
Explaining
the night before, I walked over to the coffee table for a
cigarette and
could feel his eyes wandering over the length of my body as he
observed
my every move. His eyes began their journey at the top; my hair
still
wet, long, thick and curly, reaching to the middle of my back.
The
short, red kimono robe with large black Chinese letters barely
covered
my bottom. His eyes observed my hands; the long fingers and well
manicured nails. Then I could sense his eyes moving to my legs,
long
and lean with just a hint of muscle. As I turned around to again
face
him, he smiled, noticing the few springs of curl which fell down
over
my forehead. He probably noticed my soft face and my full
breasts,
unencumbered inside the V-necked kimono which tied in the front.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
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This part contributed by Jim:
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"Gee, sure!" I replied, "I had to get an early start this morning
and
didn't brew up the coffee. I think I detect the distinctive
aroma
wafting from your kitchen." I watched as Sarah walked to the
kitchen.
I watched how she moved in her kimono...how her legs went "all
the way up"
and how pleasantly shapely they were. "Hmmmm...Jim," I said to
myself,
"you have rules against what you are thinking."
Her lythe body seemed to move almost in slow-motion. The
attractive,
silky kimono, coming just to the bottom of her pretty little
butt, did
not cover those little cleavage lines at the bottom. I have
always
wondered at my attraction for those little cleavages. They only
look
good on *some* women and they definitely looked good on Sarah.
The
subtle shapeliness of her thighs blended perfectly to the perfect
curve
of her lower legs. Sarah was barefoot, exciting another weakness
in me.
"Jim, you can't do this," I began to think to myself, "You can't
think
this. A possible sale is involved here. Or I could forget the
sale.
No, it's not my decision alone."
As Sarah returned with two steamy cups of coffee and a smile I
wasn't
sure which was hotter...the coffee or me. I could feel a
tightness in
my diaphram...just a little quiver there. "Stop it," I sternly
told
myself.
We sat down together on the sofa behind a coffee table and I set
my
handful of materials on the table and began sipping my cup of
coffee.
"Oh, it's Hazelnut Creme, isn't it?," I asked, surprised.
"Yes."
"Mmmmm, I like it almost as much as I like your kimono. I hope
you
don't mind. I just couldn't help noticing." I smiled, hoping you
would
not be offended.
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Speaking softly, "Mind?....not at all." I took a sip of my
coffee and
placed the cup on the coaster lying atop the table. "In fact, I
was
hoping you would notice. Look," I said, moving myself from the
couch
and repositioning myself on the table directly across from where
I was
sitting. I crossed my legs and used my hands to pry Jim's legs
apart
and slid myself across the table directly in front of him. My
kimono
rose high upon my leg and my thighs were exposed completely.
"You are here to make me a *deal*, correct?"
"Well...yes."
"Well...I have a *deal* I would like to propose to you."
"Really?" Jim questioned in an unbelieving tone.
"Yes, really." Slowly, I began to loosen his tie as I continued.
"I am very aware of what you are selling in both quality and
price.
You *have* the sale. Now, as I see it, you have but two choices.
You can write up the order now, thank me in your professional
manner
and be on your way or you can thank me in a *personal* manner and
write
up the order later. In either case, you've got the sale. How
the deal
is closed is entirely up to you," as I slipped the tie from
around his
neck.
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This part contributed by Jim:
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I had a big, crooked grin on my face. "Heck, we can sign
anytime!"
I placed my hands on the sides of Sarah's thighs and scooted
forward
toward her aiming my mouth toward hers. God, her thighs were
warm and
her lips were soft like silk cushions. I felt a tremor pass
through
the deepest parts of me as I approached and contacted her full
lips.
I saw her eyes close and as we touched our mouths and tongues
went wild
with an instant passion.
The groaning sounds we emitted sounded more like those of animals
than
of humans. I was groping with my hands, caressing the outside of
Sarah's shapely thighs as she was wrapping her arms around me and
pulling me right off the cushion of the couch and to my knees in
front of her. We were breathing heavily and my hands caressed up
along her sides, parting her kimono before me and exposing her
warm
body. My kisses flickered down Sarah's neck and onto her chest.
"Mmmm, Sarah...mmmm...yesss. Let's go slow. Move over here."
I guided her to my lap and placed her body upon my legs and
brought
her mouth to mine. We kissed passionately again but this time
slower
and less anxiously. This was better. "I want you, Sarah, but I
want
you slow."
"Yes," she agreed and our hearts felt like they were pounding a
little
less loudly.
"Slow," Sarah echoed.
With her head in the crook of my left elbow I looked into Sarah's
eyes
and she smiled as I kissed her again with little, teasing pecks.
Then
the kisses progressed down her neck again. My right hand opened
her
kimono and my flicking tongue examined the soft glowing skin of
her
chest...and down. Her nipples were hard and I smiled. Sarah
smiled
back.
As I licked Sarah's swollen little nipples and encircled my
tongue
around them and the aeriola, she made a long sigh and I could
feel
a quiver pass down through her body. Her firm and curvaceous
butt
laid right upon my swollen penis and I could feel the quiver,
like
a small bolt of lightning transmit through her flesh and into my
groin.
I felt like a lightening rod and I might have chuckled but my
mouth
and senses were way too busy.
Looking for something to do with my right hand (my most
talented),
I traded my tongue from her left to right nipple and let my right
thumb and forefinger "tweak", lightly pinch and roll her now
moist
left nipple. I could feel her butt grinding now against my
groin.
I reached down to feel her rotating gyrations and my hand landed
between her thighs which opened. My fingers slowly moved up,
up...
When they touched Sarah's patch of hair I could feel the dew on
my
fingers and I brought them to my nose for a sniff of Sarah's
essence.
"Oh, don't stop," Sarah whimpered and I knew she meant she wanted
my right hand back where it was and so I returned it. I rubbed
vertically along Sarah's moistened labia and rubbed her juices
around, lubricating her libido even more. She forced her torso
down just a bit, causing my fingers to slightly enter her and
with almost a vacuum-like suck, my fingers were taken in to her
moist, warm cave. As I continued to lick her right nipple I was
imagining what Sarah tasted like. The taste of her deepness and
of her soul. I had an urge to drink Sarah..to drink her dry but
that would come later, hopefully much later because I wanted to
move her slowly, slowly. My fingers explored the inner tissues
looking for something. I don't know what. Looking for the
motor...the motor that makes Sarah run. Although I felt nothing
other than her smooth, slick inner wetness I must have found her
motor and it ran and purred like my memories of my great-uncle's
1950 Packard Sedan. Then I found the gear shift near the top of
her cathedral window and I shifted Sarah's gears.
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Not wanting to tire me completely, Jim began to ease me back down
to reality. He raised his body and presented his mouth to mine
as
we kissed passionately. He had taken me to heaven and the taste
and smell of my own juices which remained lingering on his lips
encouraged me to return the favor. Still kissing, I gently
persuaded
Jim to roll so that I was on top of him. As we lay there, my
body
covered in a sleek sweat, I rose and balanced my upper body on my
hands
which were placed just above Jim's shoulders. One of my legs was
extended to the floor in front of the couch and my other knee
rested
between his body and the back of the couch. Leaning forward, I
began
to lightly trace the outline of his lips with my tongue.
Hesitantly
kissing him now and again, I slowly began to move to his ear.
"I want to please you in *every* way." I whispered.
I then proceeded to move seductively down...slowly...teasingly,
letting only my lips, tongue and erect nipples come into contact
with his aroused body and I continued to kiss and nibble at his
neck
and chest. I could feel Jim's erect penis, sparked by
anticipation,
as it slid against my skin. As I continued lower, our bodies
become
closer and closer. I paused to rest his shaft in the valley of
my
breasts. With our bodies now partially pressed together, I
kissed his
hips and begin a trail closer to his manhood, kissing and
tantalizing
with my tongue all the way. I finally arrived and was captivated
by the
sight before me. Starting at the lower end of the shaft, my
tongue
tenderly explored the very essence of him. Moving my way up
hesitantly,
I took hold of his penis and begin a delicate stroking motion as
my
tongue arrived at the tip, still exploring. Jim's gentle moves
and
soft moans encouraged me to open my mouth and take him in. Still
caressing his shaft, my lips enclosed it, slowly at first, and my
tongue began to perform a ring dance. His moans became enhanced
and
his breathing had begun to change. Sensing his excitement, I
took Jim
in completely. A sigh of ecstasy was released as he felt the
full
warmth of my mouth. As he entered, my lips wrapped around and my
throat opened wider with every slow thrust. I reached for his
sack
and began to gently massage it as my tongue continued to dance
around
his shaft when he pulled out and my throat opened as he pushed
in.
Jim's moves become more and more aggressive as his pulsating
penis
grew harder. His moans grew louder and louder; his thrusts
faster
and faster as he felt the suction and swirl of my tongue. His
breathing was now amplified as his passion increased. Jim
emitted
an intense groan and then suddenly he erupted. His juices
spurted
into my mouth and I could feel the liquid stream as it flowed
down
my throat. My lips continued to hold tight until his strength
subsided. As I lapped up the last drops, I could feel Jim's body
begin to relax. I then kissed and licked my way back to his lips
and laying my body atop his, I gently kissed him.
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Contributed by Jim:
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As we kissed and tongue danced, I could feel my racing heart slow
down
to a normal run. The glow of sex in Sarah's face was beautiful
to
behold. The more we kissed with our bodies touching and rubbing,
the
more alive I could feel my manhood become. The little guy was
getting
up before the ten count. There was a crowd somewhere cheering...
I was thinking about a position and wanted to see Sarah on top of
me.
I wanted to see her in control of her own next orgasm. I
whispered
into her ear "Let's move to the floor". I guided her and when
she
saw that I was lying on my back and placing her atop me she
grinned.
"How did you know?," Sarah asked teasingly.
I just grinned as she began to enjoy the position. I was glad
she
didn't just "sit on it". Sarah shared my enjoyment of teasing,
tantalizing and making it last. Why do in 5 minutes what you can
do in 90 minutes or 2 hours?
Sarah rubbed her beautiful pussy up and down the middle of my
chest.
She was supported by her arms as struts extending to her calves
on
the floor and her hips were free to brush her little beard
lightly
up and down my chest and she did it artfully. She could allow
yourself
to drop also and grind and dig. When she brought her pussy up
toward
my mouth and stopped just an inch or so short, I knew Sarah's
game and
I loved it. Her eyes showed she was enjoying every second of
this.
Then she started teasing my little guy. She would give him just
a
sniff and then she'd swing forward...just a taste and then she'd
pull
away. I couldn't see my little guy but I could feel him enjoying
it
too. He was getting stiff. Yep, it was "that kind" of stiffness.
There are several kinds of stiffness. There's the fresh
stiffness
which is dry, hard and throbbing. Then there's the kind I was
getting
at that moment, after one orgasm: wet, semi-hard and sort of
gristly.
This kind can last all day. The third kind we won't talk about.
It's wimpy.
It was the semi-hard kind and each teasing brush her bush made
gave it
a little help. I felt my little guy's face touch Sarah's little
gal's
lips. I knew they were going to have a great time down there.
<Blip>,
she popped him in and popped him out. She was doing to me what I
know
I would have done to her if I had been on top. Sarah was
enjoying the
game. Her dark blond hair was in my face as she craned her neck
downward to watch what her little girl was doing.
When she slid him in she faced me with a semi-smile and a look
which
might have been saying something like "Stand back...I'm going to
fuck
you". I liked it. Sarah leaned forward with her face several
inches
in front of mine. She pivoted her hips as she swung her butt up
and
down, milking my little guy. I was surprised at her. She was
getting
aroused sooner than I would have thought. Then I realized how
much
Sarah liked this position.
Sarah's lips were pursed into a mildly formed "ooo". Her eyes
were
slits as they lazily half-closed. I enjoyed watching them
throughout
as they faithfully betrayed her every mood. I knew it was going
to be
a long time before I could cum again and I was determined to
enjoy
every second.
Sarah's eyes now were slits and I could see the pupils dancing a
little. Her pursed lips were getting dry and she was licking
them.
Her ass continued pivoting, doing that rocking motion up and
down.
Her legs were bent at the knee and the soles of her pretty feet
were
shining toward me. As Sarah's arousal grew she straightened up
into
a sitting position atop me. Her torso was upright now and her
legs
were springs on the floor. She was beginning to hump me like an
upright piston. I enjoyed watching her entire body before me. I
was
going to get to watch every bodily reaction of Sarah's orgasm if
it
came...
First, Sarah's face was already flushed. I noticed the "rash"
extending down her neck and onto her shoulders and upper chest.
Her eyes were almost closed now, the upper and lower lids
fluttering.
Her pursed lips had relaxed and now her mouth was more of an "O"
and
she was making almost silent sighs as she rose and fell upon my
shaft.
My manhood was now hard and wet like a hydraulic cylinder. It
was in
her. I looked down and it was shiny and Sarah was lowering
herself
down solidly to its base and then rising almost off of it. It
was
impaling her and she was loving it.
I noticed Sarah's movements becoming less rhythmic and more
jerky.
I looked up from the dance our little people were doing and saw
that
her eyes were now open. Her hazel pupils were centered but may
have
been sightless as she continued to pump me into her. Sarah's
mouth
was open more now and her nostrils were flared as a guttural
scraping
sound was coming from deep in her throat...something like a
"snore"
but not exactly. She was getting there. Then, Sarah lost her
rhythm
entirely and looked skyward and humped me. I watched her
beautiful
nakedness as it went through it's heavenly journey. Her hair was
flying now and her head would not hold still. Sarah's breasts
were
flopping up and down out of control. Her movements continued to
jerk.
Her sighs had turned to moans and groans... first rather quiet
but
now growing in intensity and volume. They were approaching the
level
of a cheetah's howl. Yes. I was loving it.
Sarah's body was now being wracked with irregular tremors and she
continued to try to thrust up and down. She would have a tremor
that would shake her entire body for a second. It seemed to
travel
her flesh in a wave. Each time she would vocally expel an
"uhhhhnnnn"
sound. She bent forward and continued these tremors.
Then the main earthquake arrived. I was not prepared for its
intensity. I was surprised and amused by it as well as being very
aroused by it. Sarah was a wild woman.
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As the passion accelerated and the main orgasm neared, I felt a
rage
of heat begin to surge through my body. My love muscles
contracted
with much force as I ricochet up and down upon Jim. It seemed as
though I couldn't get enough of him. I grabbed at his sides in
hopes
that I could pull him further in. An erotic tingling sensation
dawned
in the depths of my being, and began its journey throughout my
body.
I could feel myself starting to shake as I pulled Jim closer with
my
hands and pressed harder against him. He was deep within me and
I
was beginning to cum. I wanted him to know.
"JIMMMMMM, I'M GOING TO CUUUUMMMMMM!.......UUUUHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNN!
...MMMMMMMMMMMM! I WANT YOU TO CUM WITH ME! MMMMMMMMPLEAAASSSSEE
CUM WITH ME.....OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH JIIIIIMMM!
The chain of spasms were activated and I was no longer in
control.
The juices began to flow and my body started to tremble. My eyes
closed as my head rolled back...my breasts took on a new
tightness
and my nipples became fully erect. My whole being was completely
tense and I released myself to the sensations which now governed
my every move. Pushing hard against his body, no longer lifting
away, I vigorously ground myself into him, oblivious to anything
and everything around me, as the juices continue to emanate. As
I slowly came down, I opened my eyes and noticed Jim's smile. I
leaned forward and kissed him with an intense passion, for I was
very grateful. As we kissed, you firmly persuaded me to roll
with
you. You were now on top of me.
"I want to wrap my legs around your neck," I said, smiling.
"Mmmmmmm" Jim murmured, as we continued to kiss.
This has always been a great position, as it allows the man to
enter
and go to the very depths of the female organ. When done
properly,
not only is the inside stimulated, but the outside as well, which
can
definitely lead to multiple orgasms. Having long legs permits me
to
enjoy this position without discomfort.
As Jim shifted his arms out of the way, my legs slid over his
shoulders
and locked behind his neck as he supported his upper body above
me,
braced by his arms. I guided Jim in as my wetness helped him
slide in
effortlessly. It feels as though he had reached clear through to
my
heart with his manhood. As he slowly plunged himself in and out,
his
lower abdomen graced over my clitoris. My excitement, again
renewed,
promoted Jim's own arousal to heighten. Noticing this, I
contracted
my love muscles and held tight.
"I want you to cum, Jim." I whispered. "I want to feel you cum
inside me."
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I, too felt myself in this position thrusting slowly and deeply
into her. I was reaching into Sarah's very center, impaling her,
in a sense. I did not want to hurt her and I can tell she liked
the deepness and so I continued deeper and deeper until I almost
felt like I was extending all the way through you to her neck.
With Sarah fully in my sight and her heels locked behind my neck
and the sensations of her wetness and tightness pulling me, I
knew
full well I would not hold out long. I begin to feel a pulling
in
my tummy and I knew. A feeling like distant drums emanated from
deep within and I felt my eyesight becoming dazed. I was looking
at Sarah and there were two of her. I smiled, thinking, "Hey,
all the better!".
I increased the tempo and felt her swinging into me, rotating her
torso as I plunged ever deeper and the drums became louder. They
were pounding a tribal beat and Sarah was drawing on me, pulling
me with the muscles of her vagina. Finally, there was no way I
could stop the onrush of waves even if I had wanted. I thought
of
it in those images and the familiar memories of the strong waves
of Cape Hatteras pounding the shore flashed before my eyes. The
froth and foam of each wave flew high into the air. I was
sightless
except for the images inside my mind. I gasped and felt my mouth
drawing into an oval. The waves crashed and my body jerked.
Then
it was calm.
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As the tide began to ebb, and Jim's strength receded, he assisted
me
to release my legs from around his neck. I wrapped them around
his
waist as he gently collapsed on top of me. As we lay there, eyes
closed, I could feel myself start to drift away. I opened my
eyes
and saw the sun, now high in the sky, radiating through the
window.
It was getting late. Jim should be going soon.
"Hey, would you like to take a shower before you go?," I asked.
"Yes, but only if you join me," Bob grinned.
"Come on...."
As we rose from the floor, I took Jim tenderly by his shaft and
persuaded him to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and the
very warm water emitted a fog of steam almost immediately. I
entered first with Jim directly behind me. As I stood under the
waterfall, again his arousal was sparked, as he watched the
crystal
clear rivers form and flow down my face, my breasts, my stomach,
through the garden, down my legs and out the drain. I tilted my
head back, closed my eyes and lifted my arms to move the hair
from
my face. By then I was soaked with a sleek wetness. It felt
very
warm and tantalizing. Knowing that Jim was watching me, I
started
to become very aroused and my nipples hardened. I brought my
head
forward and looked at Jim. He was still dry except for the few
sprinkles of water which bounced off my body an onto his. Taking
hold of his shaft softly, I pulled him to me. Together we turned
so that now we were directly under the spray. As Jim turned to
wet
himself completely, I reached for the soap. Taking it in hand,
I rubbed it to create an abundance of suds and returned it to the
dish.
As he returned to face me, he was nicely surprised when I put my
now
lathered hands on his manhood. The bubbles generate a silky
lubricant
and my hands slid gracefully over the length of his shaft.
Pulling me
closer to him, our bodies drenched, I began to slither my hand up
and
down. In doing so, more lather was produced. The more lather
that
was created the faster the motions of my hands became. Jim's
manhood
begans to pulsate. He pulled me even closer as his breathing
intensified. Knowing he could not hold out long this way, he
began to draw back away from me. He turned me around so that now
my back was toward him, and Jim again pulled me close. Kissing
at
my neck, with one hand on my breast, the other worked its way to
my
bush.
"It's very hot in here," I observed nearly breathlessly.
Smiling, Jim commented, "Wait, it's going to get much hotter." I
felt
his manhood against my backside. Still stroking my clitoris, he
used
his other hand to apply gentle pressure to my upper back to
convince
me to bend over. I did so willingly. He used his hand to assist
in
guiding his shaft to its destination. I rested my hands on the
wall
in front of me and braced myself for what was to come. I could
now
feel the water, as it bounced off Jim and onto my back. He was
right;
it was getting hotter.
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I stood up partially and looked down at Sarah's pear-shaped ass
as
my penis popped mysteriously inside her vagina. I was awed by
the
luscious beauty of her smooth, untanned tush and the artfulness
of
its curves. The dance of the shower drops as they played on
Sarah's
skin added to the almost surrealistic flavor of the moment. At
the
same time, however, I almost felt like chuckling at the funny way
I
entered her. She had to guide me in with her fingers because the
third time is not necessarily a charm. *<BOINK>* it flipped in.
The moist warmth of the shower was nothing compared to the heat
of
Sarah's hungry box and I was intent on feeding it and making it
writhe
in ecstasy.
I ran my fingers down your back and hips as I slowly slid in and
out.
Sarah's voice, almost drowned out by the shower sounded like it
was
humming a tune. It was so much fun sliding in and out in the
wetness
at such a slow pace. I could still feel the muscles of her
vagina
wall flexing and pulling, making my slow thrusts well worth the
effort.
If I had not cum twice before I'd probably have lost it before
then.
This, however, was going to be a challenge to stay rigid, I
thought.
Instead, however, because of Sarah's muscular encouragement and
the
visual stimulation of watching her beautiful backside, I had
turned
hard; not the throbbing, in-your-face hard but the kind of hard
which
would last all day like the smile on my face.
I bent partially back over so that I could dance my fingers on
Sarah's tummy, breasts and elsewhere. I wanted to make her cum
again. This time was for her. As I touched her outer lips and
felt the rim where my manhood was entering and exiting, I felt
the
size and hardness of her clitoris. I had not known she was that
aroused and could not see her face but as I listened carefully
above
the sound of the falling water I could hear the irregularity of
her
breathing and the little catches in it. I thrusted her just a
little
faster, deeper and with a bit more intensity, encircling her
clitoris
and twiddling it with my fingers. Suddenly Sarah's moans and
gasps
were more audible.
As we increased our tempo our bodies crashed on each thrust. The
flesh of Sarah's cute butt quivered in waves rippling up to her
waist and back. Her wet hair was flipping as she threw her head.
Although my standing position gave me a firm footing, her feet
were
sliding on the shower floor and I grasped her firmly by the hips
so
we wouldn't loose her in the midst of this. As I was holding on
to
her and she was holding on solidly with her hands to a wall bar,
her
legs were doing no supporting and she brought them up several
times
to wrap behind my back. On one such occasion I licked and kissed
the soles of Sarah's feet. Her position gave her the appearance
of
flight. I was fucking Tinkerbell!
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Contributed by Sarah:
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Between the warmth of the water and the heat of our passion, I
felt
as though I was going to faint. My face became flushed as I
gasped
for air and strained to hold tight to the bar on the wall. With
legs
still lifted, I accepted every powerful stroke as Jim violently
thrust
into me creating a slippery slap. His strong arms held me up and
my
legs wrapped tight around him, squeezing as he entered, pulling
him
in deeper. Moving my body to achieve full penetration, I could
resist
no longer, and succumbed to my internal desires.
My breathing became very intense was matched only by my
movements.
My muscles quivered and contracted around Jim's penis, hard,
again and
again. The juices begin to flow and the first of a series of
orgasms
coursed through my body. The room began to spin and my body
started
to tremble. Jim slammed harder into me and my entire body rumbled
in
ecstasy.
Jim slowed the pace only momentarily to reaffirm his grip. I
caught
my breath and then suddenly, unexpectedly, he plunged himself
deeply
within me. Thinking I couldn't cum again, I was taken aback as I
felt
the spasmodic clamping at the base of my spine. I let out a
moan...a
sound of pure pleasure that started in my pelvis and crawled
upward
through my quivering body. Quickly becoming out of control, my
back
arched wildly, thrusting my pelvis up to Jim in my panic to have
more
of him. I thrashed about like a fish out of water, my body
twisting
and turning, pushing and pulling, jerking about in a convulsive
manner. Then finally, suddenly, loudly, incredibly, like a bolt
of lightning from deep within, I exploded again, as my juices
gushed out in a warm creamy flood.
I clung fast to the bar on the wall, pulling myself and him close
to it, as my legs tightened like a vise. I screamed a long,
shivering
scream that started in my pelvis and ripped through my guts.
Both
of us, now against the wall, he shoved his penis deeper within me
and my whole being seemed to center in the depths of my vagina,
as
he lunged into me sporadically again and again. As my body
jerked
with aftershock at every slow, hard thrust, I begin to relax and
feel completely spent. As we stood there, not moving, pressed
against
the wall, we realized the water had gone cold.
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Contributed by Jim:
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The eroticism of watching Sarah reach orgasm again was more than
I
could stand. I shouldn't have been able to cum one more time
and,
in light of the chill of the cold water, I probably shouldn't
even
have been able to maintain another erection. But the sexual heat
of the entire morning had turned my "little guy" into stone...a
stone
tool. It made me think, for just a split second, of when my
brothers
and I would make faces at each other and our mother would warn us
that
our faces might get stuck into those contortions and how, as a
child,
I wondered if that might not be fun. Well, my face never froze
but
another part of my anatomy did.
As Sarah grabbed the bar, writhing and screaming I felt my own
legs
quake and the native drums restart their hypnotic pounding deep
within
my gut. The lightning bolts of sensation coursed through my body
from
my scalp to the wet soles of my feet as I tried to continue my
thrusts
with some sort of regularity so that she could drain every drop
of her
love juices, every atom of her desire and every gasp of her
pent-up
screams. It was not that I wanted to take something away from
Sarah
but rather to bring her the joy that I wanted to watch her
experience.
I wanted her to remember this moment...maybe for the rest of her
life
or beyond.
Due mostly to my own fixation with the female orgasm I
experienced
another of my own. It was a "dry one" I am almost sure but none
of
the other sensations were dry. The spasm caused me to bend
forward
and I held on to Sarah as if my life depended upon it and my eyes
again lost focus and the extended groan left my lips and the
pounding
of my soul was just as strong as if it were pouring it's life
juices
into her. It might have been one of those magic and rare
simultaneous
orgasms. It wasn't until our last spasms and gasps subsided that
I felt
the sensation of the ice cold water on my back. It may have been
cold
for some time but I wouldn't have noticed.
"Sarah, we ran the hot water heater out."
She giggled and I helped her stand. Then I pushed the shower tap
off
and looked at her. She was now facing me. Sarah's face was
aglow with
the pinkness and freshness of stimulation. Our bodies, wet and
very
cold now, touched and we hugged and kissed. As our bodies
touched I
again felt the surge of electricity and I had to tell myself,
"No, Jim,
nobody's ready for this; you gotta cool down!" I opened the
shower door
and reached across for a bath towel and pulled it inside the
stall. I
began drying Sarah's chilled, pink body. First, I blotted her
hair and
then her face. She smiled as I moved down her body with the
towel.
When I had dried her thoroughly I dried myself and she stepped
from
the stall. Sarah was running the blow drier on her hair and
brushing
it when I stepped out. I watched as her dark blond hair dried and
took
shape again. Her naked body, which I had consumed with every
known
sense and maybe some unknown, still seemed alluring to me. The
sideways
smile she gave me as she brushed and dried elicited both an inner
and
outer smile in return from me.
As I watched Sarah standing there before the mirror I couldn't
help
pondering the emotions of sexuality. Pure eroticism is one
thing.
It comes and then immediately wanes, sometimes with odd feelings
of
embarrassment or guilt. The object of eroticism is no more than
an
object and has no soul. Often, when the brief tryst is over the
wondrous beauty of original desire wanes into an ordinary
plainness
with no further appeal. Two physiological bodies with physical
needs meet, jointly satisfy the needs and part without emotion.
It is transitory and has no future. I don't know what I'd call
the
morning with Sarah. It wasn't infatuation or the purely erotic
thing...even as erotic as it was. As I sat and watched her brush
out her hair and admired the glow of Sarah's skin I tried to
label
the difference and couldn't. It wasn't love because it didn't
have
the depth of dimension and I was not in need of love when I
walked
in to this house. Whatever it was there was no shame, guilt or
self-induced illusion on my part.
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Contributed by Sarah:
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I unplugged the drier and as I looked at Jim through the mirror,
a
smile crossed my face. I have had sex with a stranger and feel
no
shame..no guilt. By the look on his face, neither did he. I
began
to wonder if I would ever see Jim again. No, I thought not, for
I
wanted to remember this encounter with Jim for the rest of my
life.
I wanted to remain in awe of the man who had made me feel
sensations
I had not known existed; the man who made me loose control as
never
before. Jim will remain a fantasy in my mind and soul.
Jim stepped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
As
I placed my arms on his, he kissed the nape of my neck and I
watched
him through the looking glass. I turn within his arms to face
him.
"It's getting late. You had better go."
"Yes, I think you're right."
Jim removed his hands from my waist and wrapped the towel around
his
as he began to make hisr way back to the living room. I followed
a
short distance behind and observed the motions of Jim's body with
each step he took. As we arrived to where it all began, I walked
to one side of the table and fetched my kimono which lay sprawled
on the couch, and put it on, as Jim walked to the other side,
dropped
the towel from his waist to the floor, and bent slightly at the
knees
to retrieve his clothes. Placing them on the couch, he took his
pants
and slipped back into them, one leg at a time. I walked over to
him
to assist. Jim then grabbed his shirt and as he put his arms
into
the sleeves, I pulled the front together and began the process of
buttoning it up, as he tucked in the back and sides. My face,
very satisfied, still carried a smile and my eyes were full of
gratitude. Jim kissed me and took a seat to put on his socks and
shoes while I took our now cold coffee back to the kitchen. I
returned
to find Jim stooped over, as he began picking up his materials
from
the table. I noticed his tie had been swept up under the coffee
table and wondered if I should keep it as a token of what we have
shared. No, I won't need it. For this is one of those memories
that remains permanent even without reminders. I bent completely
at the knees and reached under the table and was removed from my
somewhat dazed state as I heard Jim's voice....
"I still have to write up the order"
"I'll sign it blank. You can write it up at the office."
Normally, I would never have signed a blank order...but this was
different. I didn't have anything to worry about. This order
would
be handled with care. I handed Jim his tie, and as he took it,
he
also took hold of my hand and pulled me close to him. We kissed
a
gentle kiss and proceed to the door. Jim opened the door, kissed
me once more, and then began to thank me for the order. Stopping
him in the midst of his sentence....
"You've already thanked me," I said with wide, sly smile, "You
better go."
"Yeah...."
Jim took a last look at me, then turned and walked away. I
watched
for a moment, and as he entered his car, I closed the door. I
then
leaned back against the door, took a look around the room and
released
a soft sigh of content. Yes, I *will* remember Jim. As I go to
make
my way to the bedroom to change, I glanced at the chair which
sits near
the door and, lo and behold, Jim's tie is strewn over the back.
"THE END"