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