From: bsmith@wcnet.org (The Bobster)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Sales Call
Date: Mon, 19 Feb 1996 20:08:59 GMT

			    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.

This part contributed by Sarah:

	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?"

This part contributed by Jim:

	"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 lithe 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 diaphragm... 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.

This part contributed by Sarah:

	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.

This part contributed by Jim:

	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 areoles, 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.

Contributed by Sarah:

	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.

Contributed by Jim:

	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.

Contributed by Sarah:

	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!
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."

Contributed by Jim:

	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.

Contributed by Sarah:

	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 began 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.

Contributed by Jim:

	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 thrust 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!

Contributed by Sarah:

	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.

Contributed by Jim:

	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.

Contributed by Sarah:

	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 his 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