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From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
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Subject: TRISH
Date: 18 Sep 1996 22:37:33 GMT
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                                TRISH

 "Pack a bag," I said, dropping my briefcase on the dining table in
 front of Trish's coffee cup. "We're taking off."

 "Why are you home so early?  It's only noon."

 "I said, pack a bag. We're going to get a change of scenery."

 "What?" she said. "Where to?"

 "The coast. We'll take a weekend trip and indulge ourselves. We'll
 get some rest. Besides, we haven't been to the beach in a long time."
 I loosened my tie and took a sip from Trish's cup as she stood and
 ran a fingertip along my arm.

 "Not too much rest, I hope," she said, and sauntered into the bedroom
 to pack.

                                * * *

 Five hours later we stepped into the lobby of a Hilton a few blocks
 from the beach. I signed us into a room on the twelfth floor with a
 view of the ocean and a king-sized bed.

 Trish led me into the room and sat down on the bed. She bounced
 lightly on the mattress, making her lovely round breasts jiggle,
 braless, under her white blouse.

 "Just right," she said. She laid back for a moment and brushed her
 nipples through the light material. I smiled at her, and then dropped
 the luggage with a thud. Trish sat up at the noise.

 "Careful with my makeup case. Oh, honey," she said, watching me put
 my briefcase down. "You didn't bring your work up here, did you?"

 "Well, I may have to call in an account tomorrow morning, unless they
 leave a message on the machine at home."

 "Tomorrow's Saturday."

 "Well, you know, sometimes . . ." I trailed off and walked to the
 bathroom, hoping to end her questions.

 "Just as long as it's only tomorrow morning," Trish called behind me.
 "And preferably late."

 I smiled at the mirror, and thought, No, very early. Very, very
 early.  "God, I'm starving," I said, walking back into the bedroom
 "Let's go eat."

 Trish reached up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me down next to her.
 "I'm not ready to go out--but I am hungry."  She locked her lips over
 mine. We tongue-wrestled for a few minutes, and Trish began to
 lightly stroke my stiffening shaft. When she rolled over on top of
 me, I pulled my mouth away.

 "Wait. Let's not--yet. I want to make this a night to remember."

 "Why not?" she pouted. "You don't know what it's like, sitting at
 home all day, no one there to help me get off, just watching those
 soap operas and getting hotter and hotter--"

 She bent down and pulled my zipper open. She nuzzled my cock through
 the fly of my boxer shorts and gave it a couple of quick licks.
 "Can't I just have a snack before we eat?"

 I reached down and petted her long blond hair. "Trish, you'll spoil
 your dinner. Now go get dressed. Something special."

 Trish sat up on her knees. "I have a taste for seafood."  She crawled
 off the bed, took her bag into the bathroom, and began to close the
 door.  "No fair peeking," she said, and pulled the door tight.

 I shucked my own clothes and opened the briefcase. I took a pair of
 black silk briefs from under some other boxes and closed the case
 tight, spinning the little (almost useless) locks. By the time Trish
 came out, I was dressed in khakis, a yellow oxford, blue jacket and
 tie. I splashed some aftershave on and admired Trish's outfit.

 "Hot, very, very hot!" I said, walking over and nuzzling her ear.

 "No snacking, remember?" she giggled. She stepped back and spun
 around slowly. She wore a deep burgundy silk dress, knee-length but
 slit high on the hips, close at the neck with a lace inset in front
 and back. Black stockings and heels matched a black hat, under which
 gold and ruby earrings sparkled like her brown eyes.

 "Let's eat." * * *

 Ordering oysters and champagne for the appetizer was a mistake, I
 realized, when the maitre d' and our waitress both complimented us on
 our marriage. Honeymooners, I knew, would be closely watched, just to
 see if any lewd, exciting things would happen.

 Not that it stopped us.

 Trish seemed to get off on the attention, playing with my feet under
 the table, squeezing my shoulders, trading champagne during kisses,
 and at one point stroking me nearly to climax under the tablecloth
 while the waitress, Gina, recited the dessert menu. Gina smiled at my
 pained expression and left to get our coffee.

 When she came back with the bill, Gina flickered her tongue over her
 teeth and bent between us. "My tits are bigger than hers," she said,
 and pushed her mounds against my shoulders.

 "Well, I don't know," I said, finally giving up all attempts at
 nonchalance. "Let's just see."

 I grasped Gina's left breast in my right hand, and Trish's right one
 in my left. I squeezed gently, then slid my hands around their supple
 curves. "I don't know," I said, "they're about the same size, but I
 think your nipples are harder."

 Gina stood up and looked around. Since it was almost closing time,
 the only other customers were on the other side of the restaurant,
 the maitre d' was counting receipts at the bar with his back turned,
 and the other waitresses were in the staff room, smoking and bitching
 about their tips.  Gina knelt between Trish and me.

 "My nipples are like rocks, and as big as grapes."  Gina unbuttoned
 the top of her blouse and pulled it open, displaying a pink push-up
 bra which cradled her golden-brown tits but left her aureole exposed.
 She licked her red lips and lifted her breasts up to her mouth,
 tickling both of her nipples with the moist tip of her tongue.

 "Enormous," I gasped. Then I looked at Trish, who grinned with lust
 in her eyes and leaned down to Gina's face.

 "Give me one," Trish said, and nibbled the underside of Gina's left
 tit through the pink silk. She moved over Gina's breast, peppering
 light licks and nips across the soft, tan skin, and Gina's eyes
 closed in delight.

 I reached down and massaged her right tit, then leaned down to suck
 Gina's tender mouth. My cock had risen in my khakis, and Gina
 instinctively reached out to stroke it.

 "I watched your wife's eyes and arms when I was taking--OH!--your
 dessert order and UNNNMM! yes, right there! OHH!--and I just had to
 come feel for myself. Yesss!" she hissed as I nibbled her hard
 protruding nipple.

 "Excuse me," said a voice.

 We all jumped back and looked up. The maitre d' stood above us, arms
 crossed, and a grimace on his face. "You'll have to do that somewhere
 else, I'm afraid. Good for business, but bad for the reputation, you
 know."

 Gina stood up and rushed to the bathroom, a tray held over her
 exposed flesh. Trish wiped her mouth delicately with her napkin, and
 I smiled dumbly. "We were just leaving," I said, reaching for the
 bill.

 "Not - coming?" the maitre d' said, walking away.

 I pulled out my billfold and began figuring the tip. "Fifteen percent
 of ninety-six--"

 "Give her twenty," Trish said.

 "Twen--" I started, then grinned at the squeeze I got in my crotch. I
 dropped a twenty and a five on the table, and we walked to the bar to
 pay.  As the maitre d' ran my Gold Card through with a scowl, I
 rubbed Trish's ass. Suddenly, I felt a hand in my pocket, and as I
 whirled around, I saw Gina.

 "My phone number. I'm off tomorrow, if you want to call. . . ." She
 blew us a kiss and walked back toward the kitchen.

 "Signature, please," the maitre d' said, curtly. I signed and
 escorted Trish to the door.

 "Maybe you need to get laid," I said.

 "Yes, definitely," Trish echoed, and pulled her skirt aside, flashing
 her black panties and gartered stockings. "I know I will--" she said,
 licking a finger and running it along the inside of her thigh, "--but
 I don't think you're going to get any."

 I took Trish's hand and walked her out the door, leaving the man to
 his fantasies.

                                * * *

 I put the "Do Not Disturb" sign out, locked the door, and walked over
 to the dresser. I opened the bottle of champagne we'd bought on the
 way back from the restaurant and poured two glasses.

 "To us," I said, handing Trish a glass and tapping the crystal
 together. We both sipped and then kissed deeply, swirling our tongues
 in the bubbly liquid. Trish broke the kiss and swallowed, then put
 her glass on the nightstand.

 "I love you, Jack."

 "I love you too, Trish."  I stood up and took my jacket off. "And I'm
 going to show you how much tonight."  I kicked off my shoes and
 pulled off my tie. "Lay back and close your eyes," I said.

 Trish grinned and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, laying back on the
 pillows. I went to the dresser and opened the briefcase. I removed a
 large black box and a bag with several items in it and carried them
 to the bed.

 "Keep those eyes shut," I said, and Trish nodded, still grinning.

 I went to the bathroom, filled a glass with warm water and returned
 to the bed. I set the water with the two half-full champagne glasses
 and took off my shirt, slacks, and socks.

 "Now," I said, standing beside the bed, "prepare to be ravaged."

 Trish opened her eyes and gasped. I'd never worn anything but plain
 white cotton boxers before, and the tight silk briefs held my
 half-stiff cock tightly.

 "Oh, God," she murmured, sitting up on the edge of the bed. "I love
 them."  They turned me on almost as much as Trish, who bent her head
 and kissed me through the thin fabric.

 "No, wait, I've got some things for us to play with."  I grasped her
 under the arms and lifted her to her feet. "First, though, we need to
 get you out of this dress."  I turned Trish around and unzipped her.
 The dress cascaded off her body in a torrent of crimson, lying like a
 pool of blood on the floor.

 Trish leaned back against my chest, and I reached around to caress
 her firm tits. Her black lace bra barely covered her nipples, which I
 was excited to see were already stiffening. I lightly ran my fingers
 along the sides of her breasts, then cupped the soft flesh and hefted
 them a bit.  Trish let out a deep, throaty breath, and I tweaked her
 nipples with my thumbs. I began kissing her neck and I felt her hips
 grind back into my groin, her silk panties against my own silk
 briefs.

 "God, Jack--OH!" Trish moaned as I continued to massage her tits.
 Then I turned her around and laid her on the bed, her legs dangling
 at the knees off the side of the mattress.

 "What is all this?" she asked, reaching for the packages beside her.

 "Don't touch - you'll find out," I said. I laid down beside her and
 ran my hands up her legs, lingering on her inner thighs for a moment,
 then tickling down to her feet. I unhooked her garters and rolled the
 black silk stockings off, inhaling their fragrance before dropping
 them to the floor. I sucked each of her toes, one at a time, as I
 massaged the balls of her feet. Occasionally I rubbed my cock quickly
 against her legs, and Trish began rubbing my ass as I worked.  Then I
 began kissing and licking her legs up to her fragrant pussy, still
 ensconced in her black lace panties, which I found were crotchless
 and moistening rapidly. I licked along the edge of the fabric,
 ringing her mound with kisses, and then ran my tongue along the seam
 in the middle, tickling her lips just beneath the silk.

 Trish's moans were longer now.  "Now," I said, "for the first
 course."  I reached over and got the black box.  "Let me see," she
 said, lifting her head.

 "No, not yet," I teased. "Lay back down, shut your eyes."

 Trish reluctantly obeyed, and I opened the box, extracting a thin
 nine- inch stainless-steel vibrator. I bent back down, laid the
 vibrator on the bedspread between Trish's legs, and parted the silk
 panties. I ran a finger around her cunt lips, then dipped it quickly
 in and out. Her juices began flowing a bit, and I lapped at them with
 my tongue. I pushed her legs apart a bit more, and attacked again,
 more earnestly.

 "Oh, Jack, oh, God!" Trish muttered, her back arching.

 I put a finger in her twat, just up to the first knuckle, and twirled
 it slightly to keep her going. I sat up to get a pillow, which I bent
 in half and put under the small of her back. I needed better access
 for what I planned.

 When I had Trish situated, I went down for a third time, replacing my
 finger with my tongue, slowly undulating it in and out. Her panties
 were soaked, and the juices were running into the cleft of her ass,
 when I asked her, "Are you ready for a surprise?"

 "Yes, uunngh, yes, Jack."

 I ran two fingers along her cunt and applied the juices to the
 vibrator. I repeated this movement twice, and then smeared some of my
 own pre-cum on it, and then tore the lacy garment in half. I put the
 metal cock against her puckered asshole, and before Trish could utter
 an objection, forced two inches in.

 "Aaaagh!  Oh, sweet Jesus, that's - that's - that's good!" Trish
 forced her ass downward against the vibrator, and then contracted her
 sphincter around the shiny metal. "Farther, Jack, give me
 more--uunh!"

 I ran my finger through her juices and then around the vibrator, and
 gave it another push. A full five inches were in now, and I switched
 the toy on low.

 "Oh Christ!" Trish screamed, cumming with a flood of juices, which I
 lapped at hungrily. I smeared more on the vibrator and edged it in
 another inch or two, where I left it humming. Trish was bucking
 slowly, squeezing her nipples and breathing rapidly. After a minute
 or two, I turned the vibrator off, but at her request, left it lodged
 in her anus.

 "Let me suck you," she said, looking at me through half-closed eyes.
 "I want to taste your cock."

 "There's another treat," I said, "but this one's for me."  I pulled
 the remnants of the panties off Trish's legs, and picked up the bag
 on the bed. I reached for the glass of water, took a sip, then poured
 some on the dark black pubic hair above Trish's mound.

 "God!" Trish screamed as the cold liquid splashed on her stomach and
 down her thighs. "What the hell are you doing?"

 I didn't reply. I opened the bag and pulled out the brand new razor
 and shaving cream. I looked at Trish as I opened the package and held
 up the device. Her eyes opened wide in mock horror, and she giggled
 playfully. "Just a light trim, please."

 "I was thinking more of the Yul Brynner look, myself," I said,
 shaking the can and applying the foamy cream.

 "No, really, Jack, you might cut me," Trish said. I smiled and turned
 the vibrator back on, at low speed. "Oooohhh, uuungghh."  She laid
 back and I went to work. Soon, she was smooth as her tits, and I
 massaged her clean pussy with some fresh cream from its slit.

 "Are you about through?" she asked, sitting up with her elbows. "I
 really want to suck you off, baby. You're gonna explode on your own
 soon - I know you that well."

 I turned off the vibrator and slowly pulled it from its orifice. Then
 I put the razor, shaving cream, and bag on the floor before walking
 up to the head of the bed. Trish cupped my balls through the black
 silk, then squeezed hard. With a yelp, I collapsed atop her on the
 bed.

 "That's for shaving me."  Then she rolled me off of her, bent down,
 and sucked the head of my cock poking out the top of the underwear.
 "And that's for shaving me, too."

 Trish pulled the fabric down and worked on my shaft earnestly,
 sucking like she never had before. My leg and abdominal muscles
 tensed and relaxed as she worked, licking, nipping, kissing and
 sucking on my engorged penis.  She lightly pinched my balls as she
 sucked the purple head, then rolled them slowly as she inched her way
 down to the base of my cock. I reached for her, but she moved away at
 my touch, giving me the pleasure I had given her.

 Soon I was tensing, twitching, on the brink of cumming, and Trish
 moved forward, kneeling between my legs, sucking as hard as she
 could. At the moment I popped, she took her head away, letting the
 cum splash on her chest, hanging in beads on her black lace bra. When
 I had subsided, she sucked the last bit out of me and sat up.

 "Watch," she said, rubbing the cum into her bald pussy, leaving a
 sticky patch in lieu of her black curls. "But we're not done yet. Not
 by a long shot."  She nestled against me and we shared a glass of
 champagne while we caressed each other. I nuzzled her breasts through
 the lace, and then released the front hook of the bra, freeing her
 beautiful round globes to sway before my eyes. Soon, I was hard
 again, but when I moved to take charge, Trish turned the tables.

 "No, wait. What else is in that bag?  I've had enough surprises for
 one night."

 Sheepishly, I dumped the remaining contents on the bed: a box of
 condoms and a tube of K-Y jelly. "I didn't know if you'd take the
 vibrator without some help."

 "I'm going to take something else now," Trish said. "Lay down."

 I laid back, my dick pointing toward heaven. Trish found the vibrator
 on the floor and washed it off with some of the soapy water. She
 dried it off and popped it in her mouth. She smiled around the metal
 cock while she unscrewed the cap of the jelly and opened the box of
 condoms.

 "Now then," she said, "let's get you set."  She ripped open a condom
 and rolled it down my throbbing shaft. Then she squirted a glob of
 K-Y on the tip, rubbed it around my head, and ran her hand down my
 cock. Then she turned around, showing me her ass. "Lick it," she
 said.

 I eagerly complied, tongueing around her tender pink asshole, so
 recently opened for the first time. I pecked my tongue right into the
 pucker, eliciting a cry and a surge forward from Trish. But she
 slowly came back, and I delicately put my tongue back on her raw
 nerve ending, applying a bit of pressure. I held it for a moment,
 then pulled my tongue away and blew softly. Trish yelped and turned
 around again.

 "Now, watch," she said, putting the vibrator in her pussy. She fucked
 herself gently with the rod, twirling it around like my cock never
 could, then lodged it as deep as it would go. Then she laid back,
 rolled on her stomach, and squirted another glob of KY onto her
 fingertip. She reached back and planted it on her asshole, then
 squirmed up onto her knees with her chin still on the bed.

 "Fuck it," she said.

 "I don't think you're quite rea--"

 "Fuck it now!" she said, pushing her ass back at me.

 I laid the tip of my cock at her jellied crack, then pushed in just a
 bit. Trish relaxed, then pushed in sync with me, yielding enough so
 that three or four inches of my thick cock were lodged in her
 asshole.

 "Once more," she gasped, and we pushed again, bringing me to six
 inches within her, two inches still outside. "Now, turn that damn
 thing on ... on high."

 The vibrator hummed (in delight, I imagine) deep in her cunt, and I
 laid over Trish's back. I reached down and began squeezing her tits,
 gently and then harder as Trish rocked back and forth, moving my cock
 inside her. I could feel the vibrator through the thin wall of her
 vagina, an unbelievable sensation combined with the intense pressure
 of her anus on my cock.

 It didn't take me long to get to the brink, and Trish diddled her
 clit quickly and roughly, screaming into the mattress all the while.
 Soon, we exploded, collapsing and pulling apart. Trish pulled the
 vibrator out of her twat and held it to my lips, where we licked it
 clean together.

 "Tastes so good, honey," I murmured, and covered her mouth with mine.
 I slipped my tongue over her teeth and played with her tongue. We
 broke for breath and I kissed along her jawline while stroking the
 small of her back. We laid quietly for a while, softly massaging each
 other and covering our faces with kisses. Gazing into her smiling
 eyes, I remembered what had brought us together, and I realized what
 I could be missing.

 "I adore you, darling," I said, putting a kiss on Trish's forehead.

 "I'm lucky to have you," she replied. She sat up and removed the
 condom from my soft shaft which twitched at her touch. Trish splashed
 the last of the tepid shaving-water on my scrotum and massaged my
 penis clean. She dried it with the sheet, then lowered her mouth over
 its rapidly growing form and blew warm air slowly across the
 sensitive skin. She moved her head and again blew over my crotch,
 this time exciting the hairs on and beneath my scrotum, sending a
 tingling spark into my asshole and up my spine. I laughed as she
 tickled me with her breath and I cupped her head in my palms as I
 bent down to kiss her. I ran my fingers wildly over her ribcage and
 she shrieked and squirmed.

 "Don't tickle! Please, Jack, no, STOP!" Trish was giggling
 uncontrollably. I was unrelenting until she grabbed my cock. "Stop
 it, Jack," she said with an evil grin. I put my hands up like an
 arrested criminal.

 "Hey, turnabout is fair play," I said.

 "Hmm, turnabout . . . I think that will work." She engulfed me with
 her mouth and began working her tongue along the bottom of my shaft.
 I laid my head on her thigh and probed her pussy lightly with my
 pinky, running along the folds of her vulva and then dipping into her
 wet slit. I put my tongue on the inside of her kneecap and ran it up
 her leg, over her bare mound, then back down the other leg. Trish's
 legs tensed with my touch, and I traced the lines of her tendons with
 my free hand.

 The blood in my groin was pulsing as she worked expertly over my
 cock.  She squeezed at its base as she pulled hard on the head,
 bouncing my balls with her long fingernails. As I came closer to
 climax, I put my tongue directly over her clit, simply holding it
 there with very little pressure.  I put two fingers in her slit and
 ran them up and down inside her, spreading my digits rhythmically as
 I moved my hand. As Trish's pussy was opened and closed, it pulled
 her clit ever so slightly over my tastebuds, and her juices began to
 cover my fingers. She bent her knees and put her feet flat on the
 mattress, spreading her legs wider and pushing her ass up off the bed
 a bit in an effort to increase the sensation on her clit.

 "Come on Jack, push it, suck my clit, SUCK it, YES! Push a fing--
 OOOHH!--push it in, harder, baby, MMMMMM, yes, finger-fuck me, SUCK
 me, SUCK IT! YES!"

 A jerk in my cock prompted me to clench my muscles. Trish squeezed
 hard on my penis to hold me back. She moved her hips away from me and
 laid back with her legs wide apart. "In me, Jack, come in me."

 I twisted around and put my cock against her moistness. I rubbed
 against her a few times to add her slickness to her saliva on my
 shaft and then poised my head at the entrance to her pussy. I put my
 face up to hers and sucked and nibbled her lips. I pushed my head
 into her twat and used my hand to move it up and down a bit. Trish
 moaned and gripped my buttocks, attempting to pull me into her. I
 resisted and put my mouth over her nipples, repeating my sucking and
 nibbling. Her aureole were puffy and I traced around them, licking
 the sensitive points of her nipples now and then and massaging the
 firm weight within.

 I bent over to lick up her ribcage to her arms, and Trish had had
 enough. She levered me over onto my side and jumped onto me. She
 pushed me flat on my back and centered her pussy over my cock. She
 slid slowly onto my shaft and pinned my arms back on the bed. Her
 breasts hung on my chest and she twisted her shoulders to rub her
 buds through my hair and against my own nipples. She squeezed my
 shaft inside her, pulling hard and relaxing as she rocked herself up
 and down. We kissed deeply as I began to come, the delicate painful
 release as I shot into her. Trish locked her fingers in mine and sat
 up, bringing our hands to her breasts, and together we heightened her
 ecstasy as the squeezes in her cunt increased in pressure and
 frequency. I moved a hand to our joined flesh and slipped a finger
 alongside my softening penis. With my thumb I teased her clit until
 beads of perspiration broke out across Trish's hairline. Her head
 fell back as she climaxed, and I put my hand behind her shoulders to
 lower her to the sheets. She shuddered and growled as the waves
 overcame her.  I replaced my finger with my mouth and sucked against
 her clitoris, putting two fingers back into her slit and raking them
 in and out as quickly as I could move. Trish balled her fists in my
 hair and pushed my face against her smooth mound. I pulled my fingers
 out and slid my head up to her waist, then cupped her juicy vagina
 and patted it softly. She writhed and beat on the bed with her fists.
 I laid my hand on her wetness and shook my palm quickly back and
 forth as Trish collapsed with her hands on her face. I took one more
 lick over her slit and moved up beside her, cradling her head on the
 crook of my neck and shoulder.

 "More champagne?" I asked, caressing her hair.

 "No, not now. We can order some for breakfast." Trish giggled for a
 moment. "Better make that lunch."

 The bed was soaked with sweat, cum, water, soap suds and K-Y, but we
 collapsed into sleep despite the mess. Sated and exhausted, we dozed
 off embraced in each other's arms, listening to the sounds of the
 ocean crashing on the beach below the windows.