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(Note: I am not the author, only the archivist.  The author's name is
on the text, and deserves all the credit.

The following story deals with explicit sex.  If you're not old enough
to be here, you're not old enough to read it.  Scram.)

========== "Bathtub"

I'd been on a cleaning spree because I knew you would be coming here
after work today and we were going to spend the weekend together.  I
didn't want anything to get in the way of what I knew was going to be
a wonderful week-end.  Every muscle in my poor body ached and I knew
that I still had a long night ahead of me.  I almost dreaded the
thought that you would want to make love tonight but I didn't have
time to dwell on it.  You would be here in a matter of hours and I
still needed to feed the kids, and get them to bed.  For some strange
reason they had settled down and were being good.  I thanked them, in
my head; praising them for their cooperation.

Fed and tucked in now, I kissed them and turned out the light.  I went
to the bathroom, and quickly ran a cool washrag over my face, and down
between my big titties; you have this habit of running your tongue
down between them every time you kiss me, leaving my blouse half way
unbuttoned for easy access.  I looked up into the mirror and groaned
when I saw just how tired I looked.  "Oh well, he'll just have to take
me as I am tonight.  I am just to tired to dress up," I muttered to
myself.  As I turned around and left the bath-room, I threw a longing
look at the tub, which was now gleaming from my bout of cleaning
madness.  I knew I wouldn't have time to grab even a shower, let alone
the long hot bath I craved right now.  A heavy sigh escaped me as I
went back into the kitchen to heat up your dinner.

Standing over the stove, my mind kept going back to the thought of
that long, hot, bubble bath I craved.  My stomach started to growl as
steam from the stew wafted up to my nose.  I thought, if he doesn't
hurry up I'm going to eat without him.  Just then, I heard the door
open, and looked up to see you walk through it.  I called out to you
and you came strolling through the kitchen door with a wide smile on
your face.  It irritated me to see you in such a great mood.  I
resented the fact that you had had such a good day, when mine had been
so shitty.

You walked over to me and kissed me hard on the mouth, and as I
expected, you ran your tongue down between the valley of my titties,
leaving a shinny little trail down my chest, over their sides that
sent little spirals of pleasure down my body, directly to my pussy.
As tired as I was, I was now looking forward, to the night ahead.
Telling you to go wash your hands, I say, "I'll have dinner ready in a
minute."  You lean forward over the pot, take the wooden spoon, dip it
into the thick stew, and bring it up to your lips, blowing on it to
cool it off, then tentatively taste it.  "Umm, it tastes wonderful,"
you murmur, "but it could use a touch more salt."  I slap you hard on
the arm, "Go get washed, you creep!  I don't need any of your shit!
It's been a long day."  You look into my eyes and lean forward.
Thinking that you are going to kiss me again, I close my eyes and open
them again when you whisper in my ear, "I have a wonderful surprise
for you.  Tonight is yours."

"Huh? Tonight is mine?"  I was really confused.  "What do you mean,
tonight is mine?"

"You'll understand soon enough, you whisper in my ear...Now get me my
dinner, wench!"  Slapping me on the ass, you walk out of the
kitchen....

My mind was racing, trying to figure out what you could have possibly
meant.  I dish out the stew into bowls, grab the bread that I'd
buttered earlier, and set them on the table.  When you come out of the
bathroom you say, with surprise in your voice, "Gee honey, the house
looks great!  You must have spent all day cleaning."  Glowing from the
praise, I lie through my teeth and say, "It was nothing.  I just
caught the cleaning bug, and whipped it out in no time."  I smile to
myself, over my bowl of stew, as a look of disbelief draws upon your
face.  Sitting there, my mind was still going over and over that
statement you made earlier about tonight being mine.  You read my
thoughts correctly and say, "Don't try to figure it out, just eat.
All will be revealed in time."  You reach across the table and pour me
a glass of wine.  I take the glass and lift it to my lips.  Before I
can take a drink you stop me.  "Here's to a long, wonderful weekend."
You lean across the table.  Our glasses touch and a ring hangs in the
air.

After dinner you help me clear the table, and then help me load the
dishwasher, something you never do, then take me by the hand and lead
me into the bedroom.  I start to say, "Oh, can't we just sit and relax
for awhile first?"  But before I can get the thought past my lips you
say, "No, were not going to make love.  I want you to pack an
overnight bag.  You won't need much, just a change of clothes,
something real sexy."  You walk over to the closet and rummage through
the things hanging there.  I hear you chuckle as you find what your
looking for.  When you turn around, I see you holding the Turquoise
Green outfit you bought for me several weeks ago for my birthday.  I
start to say something and you stop me again by saying, "Just get an
overnight bag.  Go on, Get it!"  I walk over to the closet and get the
bag, and you take it from me and lay the dress in it.  Then you go
over to the dresser and pull out a pair of green panties, a pair of
silk stockings, and a strapless bra to match the panties.  Putting
them into the bag, you smile to yourself, and tell me to go into the
bathroom and get my toiletries....

While I'm in the bathroom getting my things together, you holler at me
to bring a razor and some body oil.  My mind is working overtime and I
can feel the tiredness rapidly leaving my body, being replaced by a
definite tingle between my thighs.  I start to wonder again just what
it is that's going to happen.  I grab my toothbrush, and some shampoo,
and half a dozen other things I think I might need, not knowing just
what I'll need.  As I come out of the bathroom I hear the doorbell
ring, and your footsteps as you go to answer the door.  I wasn't
expecting anyone, so my curiosity was piqued as to who it might be.  I
put the things into the bag, and then remembered that I'll need some
shoes to go with the dress. I grab a pair of white 3" heels, that go
really well with the dress.  All the while I'm hearing your voice, and
another, defiantly feminine, voice in the living room....

Zipping the bag closed, I take it with me out into the living room,
where I find you and, to my surprise, my sister Cathy standing,
talking to each other.  Coming further into the room, I walk over and
say, "Okay you two, what is this all about?"  Hugging me quickly,
Cathy steps back and says, "I'm going to watch the kids while you're
gone."  "Gone?  Gone where?"  This, directed at you.  You smile and
give me a wicked look and say in a very calm voice "All will be
revealed, in time."  Almost angry now, I say, "Damn it, tell me what's
going on here?  I can't think anymore."  You take my shoulders in your
hands and say, "Then quit thinking and just trust me."

I give Cathy a few instructions, and then follow you out to the car.
You start it and pull out of the driveway.  The confusion I felt
earlier is now, boiling over and I try again to question you about
what you are doing, and just where we are going.  You tell me to just
relax, and let it happen.  So I stop trying, because I know you're not
going to tell me what you've cooked up.  We only drive a few miles,
and when you pull into the parking lot of the Embassy Suite Hotel, my
mouth drops open.  You laugh at the expression on my face.  Getting
out of the car, you come around to my side to open my door.  You grab
the bag from the back seat, and, putting your arm around my waist, you
lead me into the lobby of the hotel.  Stepping to one side, you allow
me to go in before you.  Walking over to the reception desk, you tell
the desk clerk your name and he hands you a key to our room...

You lead the way to the elevator and then give me a little push when
the doors open, stepping into the elevator behind me.  The doors slide
closed, locking us into a semi-private world of our own.  You wait
until we hit the third. floor, and then reach over and hit the button
that stops the elevator half way between two floors.  Taking me in
your arms you kiss me hard on the lips, ignoring the emergency bell
that is going off.  You untuck my blouse from my jeans and slip your
hand under it, running your hands up across my ribs until you reach
the swelling mounds of my tits, squeezing them, kneading them with the
palms of your hands, tweaking the nipples that are hidden under the
fabric of my bra.  Still kissing me, working your tongue into the
depths of my willing mouth, making my knees shake, so that I have to
wrap my arms around your neck to keep myself standing.  Taking one of
my arms from around your neck you push my hand down the front of your
pants, and I close it over the growing bulge which I know holds such
pleasure.  You moan in ecstasy  as I squeeze your cock.  The ringing
of the bell seems to grow louder, and you bring us back to reality by
saying, "They're going to think we're having a problem in here."
Giving your cock a final loving squeeze I say teasingly, "I'm not.
But you seem to be having a BIG problem."  You groan and reach over
and hit the reset button, which starts the elevator moving again.
When we get to the floor you want, the doors of the elevator slide
open, and you take my hand and lead me to the room...

Stepping into the room, I gasp at the great space of the suite.  I
look around as you carry my bag in the bedroom.  The furniture is
plush, and built for comfort.  The carpet is thick and springy as I
walk across it to the bedroom, and I see you have removed the things
in the bag.  I see the dress hanging on the back of the door, my
underthings, and my shoes lying on the bed.  Also I notice one of your
suits laying on the bed next to my things.  The sight of your clothes
on the bed leads me to the conclusion that you have been planning this
for some time.  You pick up the bag and take my hand, leading the way
into the bathroom.  When you flip on the light, I gasp.  Almost the
entire room is filled with a huge gleaming bathtub,  there is a
counter to one side of the room with a sink in the middle, and a huge
mirror suspended over the sink.  Dropping the bag onto the counter,
you walk over and turn the taps on the tub to "full" while pouring
some body oil into the running water.  Almost immediately the bathroom
starts to steam up, and you come over to me.  Standing in front of me,
you lean forward and kiss me on the lips, working your tongue into my
mouth, making my knees weak with desire....

Slowly you start unbuttoning my shirt.  I feel you slip it off my
shoulders and toss it to one side of the room.  Leaning down you run
your tongue over my nipples, my titties still trapped in my bra.  I
feel you reach back and expertly unhook it.  Slipping my arms out of
it, you toss it over to the floor with my shirt.  My knees start to
shake, and you hold me closer as you greedily suck first one, then the
other nipple, the harder my nipples get the harder you suck, and I
pull back and tip your face up so I can kiss you.  Not really caring
now what you have in mind for me.  All I can think of, is how good
your mouth feels.  How much I need you to make love to me.  But you
step back, and I whimper a little as you walk over and turn off the
taps on the tub.  Putting your hand in the water to test the
temperature, you seem to be satisfied that it is just right.  Coming
back to me, you unsnap my jeans, and I kick off my shoes to allow you
to slide them down my legs, and just like so many times in the past I
grab your shoulders and step out of them....

Knowing from experience what is about to come.  I brace myself for the
pleasure of feeling you, kiss my pussy, but gasping as you do, because
the feeling is always so intense.  You tighten your hold on the cheeks
of my ass, so I don't fall.  You know that if you don't stop, I will
cum all over your face, and you don't want me to cum this soon.  So
you stop kissing my luscious pussy, and stand up.  Leading me naked to
the tub, you hold my hand as I step over the side of the tub into the
water.  I gasp, because the water is so hot.  But you make me step all
the way in, and then tell me to sit down slowly so I get used to the
heat of the water.  The hot water, makes my skin tingle, and I sink
lower in to it as my body relaxes.  You leave me alone for a minute,
and I hear you talking to someone on the phone, not really caring by
this time.  The hot water taking its toll on my tired achy body, I
close my eyes and let the sensations wash over me, It is so good, I
feel myself almost lose consciousness.  As the heat seeps into my
muscles....

I open my eyes and see you come back into the room, carrying a bucket
in your hand, and a couple of champagne glasses in the other.  I can
see the neck of the bottle sticking out of the bucket, and I realize
that you'd called room service and ordered a bottle of champagne.
Setting the bucket down on the floor, and the glasses on the side of
the tub, you go and bring a stool from the bedroom, and sit down on it
next to the tub.  Grabbing the bottle from the bucket, I hear the
rattle of ice as it comes out.  I jump a little as the cork comes out,
making a loud popping sound. 

You chuckle as champagne foams over the mouth of the bottle and I
squeal as you hold the bottle over the tub, and the ice cold liquid
spills down across my  titties, the feeling of the champagne against
my heated skin is almost painful, but it sends a tingle straight to my
pussy.  And you know it has that effect on me, because you tip a
little more out of the bottle just to see the reaction I have....

You pour the champagne into glasses and I reach up and take one of
them, but before I can taste it you toast me again saying, "Here is to
the most beautiful woman in my life.  I love you."  Then you put the
glass to your lips and drink to me.  Feeling like a queen, I taste the
champagne and moan as the bubbly liquid slides down my throat.  You
set your glass down on the floor next to the bucket.  Then you reach
over and get a fluffy washrag off the towel bar.  Standing up and
going over to my overnight bag, you grab a bar of scented soap;
dipping the washrag into the steamy water, you rub the soap into the
rag.  You tell me to lean forward, and you slowly start washing my
back and shoulders.  My skin comes alive with feeling.  The hot water
has done its job, and I sigh as you work the soapy rag across my pink
flesh....

Finished with my back, you run the rag up across my shoulders and down
the front of my chest.  My eyes close as I feel you rub the slippery
rag across my  titties, kneading them with your hand and the soapy
rag.  My pussy is throbbing with pent up passion, and I moan as you
run the rag down across my belly to the "V" between my thighs.  You
lovingly wash my pussy; slipping the rag between the lips of my pussy
you rub my clit with the tip of your finger, through the material of
the washrag.  I moan and you rub it harder, teasing the sensitive
little bud hidden in my sweet pussy.  Pulling the washrag away from my
pussy, you soap it down again, and lift my leg out of the water.  I
lean back as you wash first one leg, then letting it slip back into
the water pull my other leg out, and work it over with the same strong
strokes you used on the first one.  "I'm in heaven."  I murmur, and
you smile down at me saying, "Not yet, you aren't."

You do not miss an inch of my heated body, even going so far as to
wash between my toes, pinching the washrag between them to make sure
they get as clean as the rest of me.  Standing up you walk back over
to the bag on the counter and pull out the razor.  Coming back over to
the tub, you grab the washrag again and soap it down really good this
time, working the lather into the material.  Then you reach into the
water and pull my leg up on the side of the tub.  You proceed to shave
my legs.  Soaping them down with the washrag first, then very gently
pulling the razor up, from the top of my foot to just above my knee,
each stroke is like a caress.  The sharp razor is doing its job, and
removing the hair from my leg in long strokes.  When you are satisfied
that the first leg is completely hairless, you let it fall back into
the water, and take the other leg, and give it the same treatment as
the first....

I have never had a man shave my legs before and I knew that it would
never feel the same, doing it myself.  But I was in for another
surprise, or should I say more surprises.  When you were done with my
legs, you shaved my arm pits, very gently running the razor over the
sensitive skin of my underarm, careful not to nick the skin.  Then you
made me stand while you shaved the entire surface of my pussy, making
me tingle, and creating a delightful sensation deep inside my hot
pussy, and throughout my entire body.  When you were finished, my
pussy was as hairless as my legs, and underarms....

My knees are shaking, and you lean forward once again and I feel your
mouth close over the lips of my pussy, sucking on them and making me
wetter by the second.  I feel myself lose control and I shudder, as I
come all over you mouth.  You slide your tongue into my pussy and lick
me until I beg you to stop.  Running your tongue across my still
throbbing clit a couple of times, you lick the last few drops of cum
off of my soft hairless pussy, kissing me there, and making me shudder
all over....

As you help me sit back down in the now cooling water, you reach out
and drain some of the water from the tub.  As it drains, you turn on
the taps and add more hot water to it.  By now my body is used to the
heat and it just adds to the wonderful feelings I am experiencing.
The feeling of being pampered, and loved to the fullest.  I look into
your eyes, wondering what is next; content to let you do whatever you
want to.  You hand me my champagne, and tell me to "Drink up."  and I
comply, by draining it to the bottom of the glass.  Taking it from my
hand, you  tell me to turn around so that my head is down by the
faucets.  Turning on the taps, you place your hand at the back of my
neck.  Knowing what is expected of me, I lean back until the water is
running down over my head and soaking my hair.  In the position I'm
in, my titties are pushed up, and you take your free hand and rub
them, tweaking the nipples, and making my pussy twitch.

My breathing is getting labored, and you stop torturing me and finish
wetting my hair.  Sitting me up you pour some shampoo into your hand
and then massage it into my hair.  Using your short fingernails to
scrub my scalp, you work the shampoo into a thick rich lather,
squeezing the skin of my scalp with your fingertips, and making me
moan, at the unexpectedly delightful feelings your washing my hair is
causing deep in my pussy...

Satisfied with your handiwork, you make me lie back again and rinse
the shampoo out of my hair with the clear running water from the taps.
Knowing that we are almost finished with my bath is like coming out of
a dream.  You help me stand up, and reaching down to the bucket on the
floor, you use the remaining champagne to rinse off the shampoo still
on my body.  I gasp at the coldness of the champagne as you pour it
slowly over my soft hot skin, using your hand to rub it into my body,
running your hand over my wet body, from my shoulders to my feet, and
making sure that all the soap is off of my skin.  My entire body comes
alive under your hand and the bubbles of the champagne are making my
skin tingle wherever they touch....

I want to make love to you so badly now, I can almost feel your cock
sliding in and out of my pussy, although I know it is all in my
imagination.  Taking my hand you help me step out of the tub; you grab
a heated towel off of the towel rack and gently wrap it around my
body.  Then I lean forward and wrap another one around my head, turban
style.  Picking up the little stool, you lead me over to the mirror,
setting me down on the stool.  You pull the hair dryer out of my bag
and plug it into the outlet in the wall under the mirror.  Grabbing
the towel off my head you rub my hair between your hands in the towel,
getting most of the wetness out of my hair by just toweling it dry.
Then using the brush out of the bag, you dry my hair, running the
brush in long strokes, to the ends of my hair, and following each
stroke with the dryer, making my scalp tingle with each long stroke as
the heat of the dryer finishes the job you started with the towel.
Shiny and long, my hair hangs straight down my back.  And you lean
over and wrap your fingers in it, burying your face in it, kissing the
strands as they slip through your fingers.  Leaning over my shoulder,
you place a loving kiss on my lips, and slip your tongue into my
mouth.  Speaking against my lips you tell me that you must go and take
your own bath, but you want me to stay right here so, "I can watch
you, while you finish preparing for your special night."

Sitting there on the stool, I hear you running the water into the
bathtub, which by now has become a memory that I will never be able to
forget.  That bathtub will remain in my memory forever.  I pull my
hair up into a loose bun, and pull little tendrils of it over my ears,
then curl them with the curling iron in the bag; patting myself on the
back for having the insight to bring it along.  With my hair up like
this it makes my neck look long, and silky.  I know you like it this
way, so it gives me pleasure taking the time to put it up like that.
That done, I peek in the mirror to make sure you are watching me.
Taking my time I carefully apply my makeup, not using too much, just
enough to highlight what is naturally there.  I hear you finish with
your bath; the bathtub gurgling as the water goes down the drain....

I turn to watch you as you step out of the tub, you know I'm watching
you and turn around to give me the pleasure of seeing you completely
and gloriously naked.  The look on my face is telling you what I can't
say in words, and you make a complete a turn, letting my eyes devour
you.  My mouth starts to water, I want to take your cock into my mouth
and make it hard.  Once again you correctly read my thoughts, and you
walk over to where I'm sitting on the stool.  Careful not to mess up
my hair you let me take your soft cock in my mouth, and slowly bring
you to hardness.  I can feel my pussy starting to throb again, and you
slowly pull away from my warm mouth.  I lean forward to retrieve your
hard cock, and you step quickly away out of my reach; saying gently
"Not yet, my sweet.  I have other plans for you."

Helping me to my feet you lead me into the bedroom, telling me gently
to get dressed.  As I let the towel drop off of my body, I hear you
sigh, as though that's the one thing you have been waiting for.  "God,
every time I see you naked, I want to take you.  I want you so badly,
I don't think I can wait."  Walking over to me you turn me around,
abruptly bending me over at the waist.  With my hands on the edge of
the bed, my ass in the air, and your hand in the middle of my back I
am completely taken off guard.  Startled, but pleased at the same
time, I feel your cock brush against my soft hairless pussy.  You
squeeze the cheeks of my ass with your hand, and you lay your cock
along the crack of my ass, running it up and down across my tight
little hole, teasing me with the tip of your cock, making my pussy
ache with the need to have you buried deep inside me.  Just when I
think you are going to slide your cock into me you stop and say, "Now
hurry and put your clothes on, or I'll keep you in this room all
night.  You excite me to the point that I can't think of you without
getting a hard- on.  Hurry, woman!  Before I ravish you right here,
right now!"

Going quickly over to the door, I lift the dress off of the hanger,
laying it on the bed I sit down and begin by pulling on my panties.  I
stand and slide them up my hips.  You haven't moved from the spot you
were standing in a minute ago, and I turn and say, "Are you all
right?"  Coming out of your musings, you mutter "I'm not sure.  I
can't take my eyes off of you."  I know that when you say  something
like that, I'm in for a very special night of love making.  "I suppose
if I want to see what else you have planned for me, I'd better go and
get dressed in the bathroom."  You stop me and say, "No, I'll go in
the bathroom."

Grabbing your suit off the bed, you turn and walk into the bathroom.
I smile to myself as I watch you close the door behind you, not at all
surprised when I catch the sounds of you stroking your cock, and
cumming into a dirty towel.  I say to myself, "At least he'll be able
to keep his mind off of me for a while."  I hurry and finish dressing,
slipping the stockings over my bare legs.  Oh, God, they feel great.
There is no better feeling than the feeling of silk against my soft
skin; except maybe your hairy body.  My pussy is rubbing against the
crotch of my panties, and I feel myself get wetter, soaking my panties
as I wiggle on the edge of the bed.  Next comes the bra...Easy enough
with long years of practice, then carefully I slip the dress over my
head.  The satiny material of the dress slides down my body; stopping
just above my knees, and I reach behind me and start to zip it up.
About that time I hear you fumble with the lock on the bathroom door,
and walk out into the bedroom.  You give me a sheepish grin, and I
smile at you and say, "Better?"  You turn kind of red and say, "Much!
Can I help you with the zipper?"

You come up behind me, and I feel your hands shake as you lift the
zipper.  You say very quietly in my ear, "Sorry, I just couldn't stand
it any more."  Turning around, I kiss you full on the lips and say,
"That's O.K. It's kind of a compliment knowing you can't keep your
hands off of me.  I'm kind of surprised you've let it go on this long.
Besides you know what they say.  If you hold it in too long you may
not be able to "get it up" the next time.  I LOVE YOU!"

"Close your eyes, and don't open them until I tell you to!  I have
another surprise for you."
 
I stand there, eyes closed and wait.  I hear you rustling around in a bureau 
drawer, then I feel you step up behind me.  Reaching around my neck you 
place what feels like a necklace around my throat.  It lays lightly against 
my chest.  When I open my eyes, and look down I see a solitary Emerald 
encased in a very lovely setting that matches to perfection the color of my 
dress. Squealing in delight, I rush over to the mirror on the bureau, and 
gaze at my reflection.  The image peering back at me doesn't seem real; I 
can't believe it's me.  The woman in the mirror is glowing from head to 
toe, a sparkle in her eye that looks vaguely familiar, but I don't remember 
seeing it there in a very long time.  I now know why you had to go into the 
bathroom to get relief....

You step up behind me, and say, "Do you like it?"  "Oh, Yes!  How
could I not like it?  It's absolutely beautiful!"  Looking at you in
the reflection of the mirror, I tell you with my eyes, just how much
the gift means to me.  You smile and say, "I love giving to you.  It
is my way of telling you just how special you are."  My spirits soar
at your words, and once  again I feel like a queen.  Lovingly you turn
me towards you and kiss me passionately, your lips sending messages to
my aching pussy, and it responds to your message by getting even
wetter than it has been all night; since this wonderful dream started.
Yes! that's what this feels like, a dream.  A dream that I don't ever
want to wake from.  One that will go on for a long, long time....

Going down, in the elevator, brings a tingle to my breasts as the ride
previous to this one comes to mind.  My nipples get hard immediately,
as I recall the feeling of your hands on my titties, while the
emergency bell rang in the background.  Reaching the lobby, the doors
slide open, and you lead me to the reception desk.  Handing the
manager the key, you say, "If someone calls about the kids, please
tell them that we can be reached at the Sherwood Inn."  I thought
there might be trouble when the manager gave me an appreciative glance
and said, "You look extremely lovely this evening, Ma'am."  Putting
your arm possessively around my shoulders, you give him a hard look
that I've seen braver men back down from.  Leading me out of the hotel
into the cool night air, you pull me closer to your body to keep the
chill off my bare arms.

The drive to the night club is made in relative silence, both of us
completely relaxed in each others' company.  I was reliving the hours
I had just spent in complete luxury, being pampered like I had never
been before.  I glance sideways at you and study your profile as you
concentrate on the road ahead.  Thinking to myself just how much I
love you, and wondering what else you might have planned for me in the
hours to come.  I don't care what it is, as long as I am here with
you, knowing that I am loved and cherished....

We arrive at the night club and find a place to park, which isn't hard
because there aren't many cars in the lot.  Coming around to open my
door, you help me out of the car.  I can hear the faint strains of
live music coming from inside the building.  I love live music,
especially if the band is one that I've heard before and like.  When
you open the door for me, the music envelopes me; I like it
immediately.  You lead me into the bar, and I get my first glimpse of
the band that's playing over in the corner of the room.  Putting my
arm through yours, I let you lead me through the semi- dark room to a
table close to the bandstand.

You pull my chair out for me, so I can sit down, then, leaning over
me, you ask what I'd like to drink.  You rub your chin across my
shoulder and gently bite my earlobe.  This has the effect you knew it
would, because I shift my hips a little and moan deep in my throat....

I can hardly wait for you to come back to the table.  I want to get
out on the dance floor, but when you come back with our drinks, you
sit down across from me and say, "Lets just sit and enjoy the music
for a little while, we have all night to dance."  It is really uncanny
how well you can read my thoughts sometimes.  "I just want to sit
here, and enjoy the view,"  you say, looking directly at my cleavage.
I smile at you and say, "You are a pervert!  Do you know that?"  Your
only  response is a wide, devilish looking leer....

You can tell that I am just dying to get out on the dance floor, and
you finally stand up, take my hand gallantly and say, "Milady, may I
have this dance?"  Not waiting for you to pull out my chair, I bounce
to my feet and grab your hand, taking you off guard for a moment at
the speed with which we reach the middle of the floor.  The song being
played is kind of fast, and you have no trouble following the motion
of my gyrating hips.  I love to dance, and you take pride in the fact
that I dance so well.  Keeping me as close to your body as possible,
you reach out and put your hands on my hips as they move in perfect
time to each downbeat.  At the end of the song, we stand in the middle
of the dance floor, applauding the musicians along with the others.
Then you take me in your arms as the next song begins....

This one is slow and romantic, and you hold me close, as we move to
the sound of the music.  Molding my body against yours, I feel the
stirrings of your hard-on, as my thighs brush against your crotch.  I
feel you squeeze my right hand, lean down and whisper in my ear, "You
had better stop doing that, if you want to stay and dance.  Because if
you don't stop grinding yourself against me, I'm going to forget the
night out, and take you back to the hotel and fuck you right now!"
Stepping back a pace, I look up at you and see the lust in your eyes.
Knowing how much you want me makes my pussy throb, and I almost say,
"Let's go then."  But my love of dancing keeps the thought from my
lips, and I mouth to you, "I'll be good."  The song ends, and you lead
me back to our table.

Sitting across from you, gives me a direct view of the band, and you
sit there watching my every move, smiling at me from time to time when
you see me wiggle on my chair each time the music starts again.  I
come back to earth with a thump, as I feel your shoeless foot slide up
my thigh and press against the crotch of my panties, pushing against
my pussy through the thin material.  My pussy throbs against the
bottom of your foot, making your sock wet with my juices.  Reaching
under the table, I remove your sock and pull the crotch of my panties
to one side.  Slowly, you slide your toes between the lips of my
pussy, moving them around just inside the lips of my pussy making me
wiggle in my chair, causing my breath to catch in my throat.  Glancing
at the band, I see the guitar player nudge the singer, and point in
our general direction, never once taking his eyes off of what's going
on under the table.  Knowing that the musician can see what your
doing, is making me even wetter...I have always been some what of an
exhibitionist.  Looking at you, I make you understand without words
that we are now the performers, and we have a small audience watching.

Your toes are soaking wet now, and as you push a little harder, all
your toes slip up into me.  Your are literally fucking me with the
whole top of your foot, and I can feel myself quickly losing control.
My breathing is coming in ragged gasps, and the poor musician is
hitting some pretty bad notes.  I say to you, "You'd better stop now,
or the poor guy is going to completely destroy the persona of that
song, by coming in his pants, right there on stage."  Laughing at me,
you slip your foot out of my pussy, and I wipe my juices off your foot
with your sock, and then slip it back on you.  You lean across the
table and say, very quietly, "Why don't you give him a real treat
before we let him off the hook?  Put your fingers into your pussy and
stroke your clit for him."  Smiling at you, I snake my hand down
between my  thighs, and slip my finger right up into my pussy.  You
lean forward and encourage me by kissing me passionately on the lips,
sliding your tongue into my mouth, giving me a hot, deep French kiss.
To the other people watching us, it looks like you are just kissing
me, but to the poor guy on stage, it's like watching a live sex act.
I just sit there, leaning back in my chair, and give the guy probably
the best "flashing" he's ever seen.

I pull my fingers out of my pussy, and, leaving my panties pulled to
the side, bring my fingers up to my lips.  The man's jaw drops open as
he watches me lick them clean.  Leaning forward, I tell you I have to
go to the ladies room, "While I'm gone you can go and get me another
drink.  Please?"  Walking away, I can feel two sets of eyes on me,
yours and the musicians, so I take my time so you can watch my ass
wiggle back and forth underneath my dress.  When I find the bathroom
and go in, I find it empty.  In one of the stalls, I reach up under my
dress and pull off my panties.  The episode at the table really turned
me on, so I just stood there in the stall, and start to finger myself;
hard.  Sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy, using the heel of my
hand to rub my clit, I hear the bathroom door open, so I freeze
thinking to myself, "Damn!  I wish they would not have picked this
particular time to use the bathroom."  But to my surprise it's your
voice I hear calling my name.  The first thing that comes to mind as I
come out of the stall is what would happen if someone comes in here.
To my relief I see you turn the lock.

"What are you doing?"

"I knew what you were doing in here, and I want to watch.  You really
gave that guy the works, I don't think he'll ever be the same."
Stepping up to you, I lean forward and say very softly, "So, you came
to watch me huh?  Well in that case...."

I take your hand and pull you over to one of the sinks, and, putting
my foot up on the edge of it, I reach down and slip a finger up into
my pussy.  Sliding it in and out, making myself wetter, and wetter by
the second.  You lean down between my legs, and move my fingers to one
side and take over the job.  Pushing two fingers up inside me, you ask
me how it feels.  "Do you want me to put something bigger in there?
Would you like me to fuck you?"  "Oh, yes, please!  I want to feel
your hard cock in my pussy.  I've wanted it all night.  I need you!
God!  How I need you."  You take my foot down off the sink, keeping
your fingers buried inside me, you lead me, by your fingers, over to
the counter.  Slipping your fingers out, you turn me around and lift
the back of my dress up around my hips.  I feel your thumbs spread the
cheeks of my ass and the hot head of your cock as it slides between
them.  You run the head of your cock from the top of my pussy all the
way back until it rests at the opening of my pussy.  All night long I
had wanted to feel you inside me, and now that I have the chance I'm
not going to stand for any teasing.  Pushing back against you, I feel
the head of your cock slip past the lips, and slide all the way into
my steamy, wet pussy.  I almost come right then, but wanting this to
last for awhile, I clamp down real hard on your cock, and suppress the
urge to come just yet.

With you behind me, plowing in and out of my pussy, fucking me with
long hard strokes, I have to grab a hold of the edge of the counter to
keep from being knocked off my feet.  You feel me reach between my
thighs with one hand, and gently squeeze your balls as they slap
against the back of my thighs with each stroke.  I can see your face
in the mirror above us, your eyes are closed in ecstasy, and I can see
beads of sweat gather on your forehead as you concentrate on fucking
me fast and hard.  The thought that at any minute someone might come
to the door and catch us, causes me to panic which turns to an all
consuming lust, and I urge you to fuck me faster.  "I am going to
come!"  I moan, as you speed up the tempo of your thrusts.  I feel you
wrap your arm around me, taking one of my titties out of my dress.
You cup it firmly in your hand, then give the nipple a firm pinch
which shoots a flame down my legs.  "I'm going to come...."  The words
bounce off of the tiled walls around us, echoing back in my own ears.

As I come, hard on your cock, I feel your balls tighten in my hand,
and stream after stream of hot liquid fire, shoot up, deep inside of
me, splashing against the walls of my pussy.  I tremble beneath you,
feeling wave after wave wash over me.  Still inside me, you lean
forward and bite my earlobe with your teeth.  Nibbling it gently, you
whisper in my ear, "God, I love fucking you.  You are the greatest!"

When you pull out of me, I turn slowly around and drop to my knees in
front of you.  Taking your now semi-soft cock in my mouth, I show you
with my tongue and mouth how much I love it when you fuck me.  I don't
need to tell you in words, the movement of my mouth on your cock is
saying it for me.  You show me appreciation by getting hard all over
again.  Letting your cock slide out of my mouth, you reach down and
help me to my feet, smoothing my dress down around my knees.  In my
hand are the forgotten pair of panties I took off when I came into the
bathroom.  You take them from me and slip them into your pocket,
saying, "You won't need these anymore tonight.  I will leave first, so
you can repair the damages to your lovely face; your lipstick is
smeared.  We wouldn't want anyone to think we've been doing anything
suspicious while we were gone.  Now would we?"

Winking at me, you kiss me briefly on the lips, turn and unlock the
door.  Standing there, looking at my face in the mirror, I think to
myself, how could anyone NOT know what just occurred?  It's written
all over my face that I've just been fucked!  I make the needed
repairs to my makeup, and my hair, then I turn and quickly walk out of
the bathroom.

Walking back into the bar, I blush and get hot all over when several
heads turn to watch me walk back to the table.  Thinking all the time,
in my head, THEY KNOW! I even look down to make sure there isn't a wet
spot on my dress, where the wetness, I can feel even now between my
thighs, has soaked through.  I lean forward and whisper in your ear,
"Do you think they know?  I couldn't stand it if they even suspected
what just happened back there."  "Don't worry, honey, they would never
guess.  Not in their wildest dreams!"  A sigh of relief escapes me,
and once again I relax, and can enjoy the music.  Sipping on my drink,
and listening to the band play I think to myself, I am the luckiest
girl in the world.  No one could be happier than I am at this very
moment.

Standing up, you pull me out onto the dance floor, and we move
together so well that people give us plenty of room to dance.  It has
a "Latin" rhythm and the way my hips move against yours might be
considered obscene to a lot of people, but I am so lost in the music,
that I don't notice the people watching us.  When the band stops
playing, I come back to reality, and blush crimson when the other
dancers on the floor start applauding me instead of the band.  And to
my amazement even the band members are applauding.  "I think it's time
to go!"  You whisper in my ear.  "They may want an encore."  "Just a
minute I want to get my purse, and thank the band."
 
I grab my purse off the table and walk up to the stage, leaning forward I 
say to the guitar player, "Please let the others know how much I enjoyed 
myself tonight.  You're really very good."  With a look of lust that would 
make any woman weak in the knees, he smiled and said, "It was entirely 
MY pleasure, Thank you!"

Turning, I walk over to where your standing, and you take my elbow and
lead me out of the building to the car.  Unlocking the car door you
hold it while I get in, then close it when I get settled.  I watch you
walk around the car and unlock your door and slip in behind the wheel.

The drive back to the hotel, again, is made in silence.  Broken only
by my soft sighs, as I anticipate the hours to come.  I know that when
we reach the privacy of our room, the caution you showed all night
will be forgotten, and I will be made love to, long into the wee hours
of the morning.  I reach over and squeeze your thigh, and run my hand
up, across the bulge in your slacks.  You reach down and cover my
small hand with yours, moaning deep in your throat as you squeeze my
fingers against your cock.  You take your eyes off of the road for a
split second and say, looking deep into my eyes, "Have you enjoyed
your evening so far?  It's not over yet, you know.  I'm going to make
you come a hundred times before I'm finished with you.  Are you
ready?"  You don't even need an answer to that question, because you
know what I'll say.  "Yes! Oh, yes, I am ready!  I've wanted to be
alone with you since we left the hotel this evening.  I need you so
badly I can already feel your cock in my pussy."  Leaning back against
the seat I sigh again, and lose myself in my imagination....

When we get to our room, the door hardly closes before you have me in
your arms, kissing me passionately until I'm clinging to you for
support.  Reaching up behind me, you slowly unzip my dress.  It falls
off my shoulders, and down across my hips to a heap at my feet.  The
bra comes off with little effort under your guidance, and as my big
titties spring forth, you bend and suck one of the hard nipples into
your hot mouth.  Gasping at the heat generated by your mouth, I lean
into you as you suck hard on my tender nipple.  My whole body has come
alive under your hands and lips, and I pull back from you, saying in
ragged gasps, "I want you naked, I want to see your body as it was
intended to be seen; without a stitch of clothes."  Torturing me with
the slow movements of your hands, I watch in fascination, wanting to
reach out and rip them off your body, as each piece of clothes comes
off, joining mine on the floor.  Standing before me with a erection so
hard it looks like it would hurt, you once again take me in your arms
and hold me very close.  Molding your rough, hairy body against my
soft skin, as the hot head of your cock finds its way to the lips of
my soft, hairless pussy.  You move us closer to the bed with each step
you take, and I feel the bed come up against the back of my knees.
Catching me off balance, you give me a little push, and I fall
backwards on to the bed.

I watch while you lower yourself to a kneeling position between my
legs.  Lifting my legs, you put them over your shoulders, and I hear
you, from what sounds like a mile away, say, "I have wanted to do this
for hours now.  I love the smell of your pussy when you're wet, with
desire.  I could eat your pussy for hours."  Your voice trails off,
and I feel your mouth against the lips of my pussy.  Parting them with
your tongue, you dart your hot tongue into my wet snatch, and I cry
out in rapture.  Gripping the cheeks of my ass with your hands, as you
pull me closer to your face, you begin to nibble my hard little clit.
I feel like I'm floating above the bed watching all of this, watching
you kneeling beside the bed with your head buried between my thighs,
my head tossing from side to side, as you lovingly lick and suck the
lips of my pussy, nibbling on the hard little bud hidden it the folds
of soft wet skin, and moaning deep in your throat as you suck the
nectar from my hot, little hole.

I'm no longer floating above the bed.  Now I'm back, lying on the edge
of the bed as you bring me to the peak of orgasm, with maddening
slowness.  Running your tongue from the puckered little brown hole of
my ass, to the hard little bud, buried in the folds of my wet pussy.
Darting your tongue in and out of my pussy and licking the juices out
as fast as my body can produce it.  You are driving me to the brink of
madness with the slow deliberate movements of your tongue on my clit,
flicking it back and forth teasing it with the tip of your tongue, and
pulling it into your mouth by gently sucking it.  The sharp edges of
your teeth scraping against the inner lips of my sweet hole.  I'm in
agony; I need you so badly, but not wanting you to ever stop this
sweet torture, I keep the thought from my lips, and you continue to
lick and suck my hot, wet hole.  Bucking my hips up off the bed, I
twist my fingers in your hair and push your face deeper into my pussy,
begging you to never stop what your doing...

Feeling suddenly bereft of warmth as your mouth leaves my cunt, then
feeling that warmth return as you slide your body up onto mine.  You
lift my body and scoot me further up on the bed; kneeling between my
legs, you just stare down upon my naked body, which is glowing with a
fine sheen of sweat.  The look in your eyes is frightening; I have
never in all the time we have been lovers seen such lust in them, but
I know; without doubt, that you would never hurt me in any way.  I am
completely open to you, offering myself to you without condition,
giving myself to you freely.  You lean forward and kiss me; hard, on
the mouth, making my titties squash up against you, the nipples
hardening against your hairy chest.  Without warning, you quickly
plunge your hard cock deep into my aching cunt; knowing that as wet as
I am you will not hurt me, making me gasp at the suddenness of your
thrust.  "Oh God!  This is what I have wanted all night."  I murmur in
your ear.  "The feel of your hard body pressing mine down into the
softness of the bed beneath us.  "Fuck me! Fuck me fast, and hard.
Drive your cock all the way into my soaking cunt!  Oh God Yessss!  I
am going to cummmm!"  My entire body stiffens, and I cry out your name
in my passion; sobbing with release, the tears streaming down my face,
as my body shudders beneath you...

You keep your still hard, throbbing cock buried in my soaking, wet
pussy, brushing the hair out of my face and whispering loving
endearments in my ear.  Telling me that you love me, and how much you
love being with me like this.  How wonderful it is to have the right
to fuck me, knowing that I want you too.  Holding me in your arms, you
continue to stroke in and out of me; slowly, until my breathing is
somewhat normal again.  Then when you sense that I am alright again,
you speed up the tempo of your thrusts, all the time telling me how
much I mean to you and how much you enjoy being inside me.  Closing my
eyes, I wonder at the feelings that are washing over me, I know that
you love me, and it comes to me that I need to show you just how much
you mean to me...

I open my eyes and say to you, "Stop.  I want you to stop and get on
your back.  I want to please you as much as you have pleased me." 

Leaving your cock inside me, you slowly roll over onto your back
pulling me on top of you as you turn.   Pushing myself up so I'm
straddling your hips, I work myself down on your cock, taking you as
deep inside of me as I can, squeezing your cock with the muscles of my
pussy as I slowly; slowly, ride you up and down.  Leaning forward I
place a gentle, loving kiss on your lips, and all over the entire
surface of your face.  Kissing your eyelids, your cheeks, the tip of
your nose, your chin, and then once again I kiss your soft lips.
Working my tongue past your lips, and teasing your tongue with mine, I
suck it into my mouth and gently bite it with my teeth.  Leaving your
mouth, I work my way down to your chest and stop when I reach your
hard nipples.  Sucking on them and gently biting them until they are
as hard as mine.  I stop moving up and down on your cock and slowly
slip off you, kissing and licking my way down your body until I am
kneeling between your thighs.

Bypassing your hard cock, I lick my way down the inside of your
thighs, bathing them with my soft, wet tongue.  I hear you gasp, and
feel your thighs tighten when my tongue brushes across your balls.
Taking each one in my mouth, I gently suck on them, and then kiss each
one as it pops out of my mouth.  Running my tongue up the back of your
cock, I can feel it pulse under my tongue as I get closer to the tip.
I run my tongue around the rim, paying special attention to the spot
just under the head.  I slip my hands under your ass and push you up
to meet my descending mouth, which is watering in anticipation.  You
reach down and pull my long hair away from my face, holding it in one
hand at the back of my neck, so you can watch as my mouth closes over
the head of your cock, and then slides slowly downwards, till my lips
are pressed against your pubic hair.  Then ever so slowly coming back
up to the head, I rub my tongue back and forth as I work my way up.
Letting it almost slip out of my mouth and then, quickly sliding it
back in.  I keep this up until you're shaking with need, then I speed
up my movements and squeeze the cheeks of your ass.  Your thighs
tighten against my ears, and I taste the first drops of your cum, as
it shoots across my tongue and down my hungry throat.  Then stream
after stream of hot creamy cum fills my mouth, and it overflows past
my lips and runs down my chin, on to your balls.  Keeping my mouth
around your cock, I continue to suck and lick until the muscles of
your ass and thighs relax, and you loosen the grip you've had on my
hair for the last few minutes.

Your soft cock slides out of my mouth, and I use my titties to wipe
away the cum that I couldn't swallow.  Brushing the nipples against
your balls, and squeezing your limp cock between the soft mounds of
flesh.  Knowing how much you like to fuck my big, soft titties, I keep
rubbing them up and down.  I know if I keep it up, you will soon be
hard again, and I do so want you hard again.  I can feel you getting
hard.  My breath quickens and I smile to myself as you realize what
I'm doing, and start slowly fucking my titties.  I lick the tip of
your cock each time the head comes up between them, keeping your cock
lubricated so it slides easily; without effort.  Your breath is coming
in ragged gasps and I hear you moan my name and say, "I have to be in
you!  I've got to feel your sweet cunt around my cock again."
 
Turning around so I'm on my knees, I feel your hands grab my hips.  I
know; by the way you're breathing, this is not going to be slow, and
easy, so I brace myself for your thrust.  I don't even have time to
tell you how much I want this.  How much I want you to fuck me hard,
and deep, before I feel your hard cock being forced between the lips
of my cunt, and the entire length of it buried to the hilt.  You leave
it there for what seems an eternity, and then pull your hips back and
bury it again.  Each stroke forcing the air from my lungs, and making
me cry out in rapture.  "Fuck me fast and hard.  OH God!  Yesss, long,
deep strokes.  Yessss, yes, yes."  The words being forced out with
each thrust.  Until finally, I cry out your name as I cum; hard,
around your cock.  You pump your hips faster, your thighs slapping
against mine each time your cock plunges into my cum filled pussy.
Your whole body starts to tremble, and I feel you explode inside me.
Your cum coats the walls of my pussy, and I squeeze your cock with the
muscles of my cunt, until you're completely drained.  Every last drop
of cum in your balls, emptied into my hungry cunt.

Pulling me with you, you roll to your side.  Wrapping your arms around
my sweaty body, you cup my titties in your hands and give them a
little squeeze.  I respond by pushing my ass harder against your
balls, and moaning deep in my throat.  Nibbling on my ear and kissing
my neck you whisper softly in my ear, "I adore you!  I must have done
something right in my life, to warrant all of this.  Sweet dreams, my
darling, I love you.
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