Timing by The Cat I've always had a gift for timing. All my friends have commented on it at one time or another. If I'm looking for a parking space, a good one opens up as I'm about to pass. If the roof of my apartment is going to cave in, it'll happen the day after I move out. I don't win every contest, or have money fall out of the sky when I walk past, but good things tend to happen to me because I have a knack for being in the right place at the right time. This story is the most extreme example of my good fortune. I was shopping up in San Francisco a few years back, just trying to find some used books and compact discs for my collection. Frankly, the day wasn't going very well - I hadn't managed to find anything I'd been looking for. I had spent some six hours searching every place I could think of and was ready to pack it in. Before heading to the BART station and returning to Daly City where my car waited, I wanted to use a restroom and have a soda. In the neighborhood in which I found myself, just off Geary, the only place to do either was a small bar. It was early yet, around about six-thirty, and the place was nearly empty. There were two or three guys at the bar itself, obviously regulars, but my eyes were drawn to one of the three groups spread out across the floor. There were three beautiful women at the table, a blonde and two brunettes. They were slender and supple with flawless skin and hair that had to have been expensively done. As I tried not to stare, I wasn't sure, but I thought they looked familiar. I went to the bathroom, got a soda from the bar, and sat close enough to be in earshot. In the process of seating myself, I recognized the blonde as Rebecca Romijn, star of more than one of my Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issues. My pulse quickened and I forced myself to act casually as I sat and took a drink. I had to go say something. One doesn't get a chance to meet a supermodel just every day. I had to keep cool though or I'd just come off as some rabid fan, which I definitely was not. I mean, sure I enjoyed looking at her pictures, but I only got the swimsuit issue because I had a subscription to SI. Then again, perhaps that's just a defense mechanism talking. After all, I had recognized her. I was pulled out of my reverie by the conversation I could just hear at their table. They weren't speaking loudly, but I have very good hearing. One of the brunettes was speaking to the other, "Liz, you have to stop beating yourself up about this. It's not your fault." "I don't know, Cindy. I mean, if I . . . gave him what he wanted, he wouldn't have done it, would he?" This one was facing away from me, but I could hear the cultured tones of a British accent. "He might have, Liz," piped in Rebecca. "After all, slumming must have been part of the appeal. I mean, look at the woman he picked up." That stopped Liz short. "You think he's done this before, don't you?" Cindy and Rebecca looked at each other. Neither of them seemed to want to speak. Cindy finally broke the silence, "I hate to say it, Liz, but he probably has. I mean, he knew where to go and what to do to pick one up. She was probably a . . . specific request, too." "What do you mean?" "Well, look at you, his fiancé: a slender, beautiful, classy, British woman. Look at what he picked up: a large, black streetwalker." Cindy sighed, "If he was doing it to fantasize about you sucking his cock, he probably would have wanted a woman closer to your body type. "Then there's the fact that he didn't take her to his hotel room. He took her to the backseat of a car. I hate to say it, Liz, but there's more to this than you not giving him head. He may have a danger fetish - getting a blowjob from a hooker in the back of a car qualifies - or he may just want sex to be sleazy." Rebecca chimed in, "Cindy let's get back to the subject. Maybe Hugh has some sexual issues that he hasn't told you about, Liz, but that doesn't make what he did right. It was wrong and you shouldn't have to put up with it. I mean, the health risk alone. . . ." Liz took a drink from her martini and sighed, "You're right. I love him, but I'm so mad at him right now I just want to get back at him. I want to hurt him like he's hurt me. I just feel like having sex with the next guy I see!" My already rapid pulse jumped at that, giving me an almost painfully hard erection. Cindy said, "Why don't you?" Liz's jaw dropped slightly. "I should have an affair?" "What's good for the gander is good for the goose. Go fuck some guy's brains out. Do everything he wants, then tell Hugh what you've done and why. He can't exactly get mad at this point." "Hmmm, you know Eric's been looking pretty good lately. . . ." "Uh uh," said Cindy quickly. "Don't make it someone you know. That would just complicate things." "I should just take some stranger to my bed?" Liz sounded absolutely scandalized. "Exactly!" Cindy's voice grew firm. "Liz, if you want to do this, go all out. Get kinky. Take some guy to bed and do everything he wants. Do everything Hugh's ever asked you to do. Do everything you've ever thought of doing." I could practically hear the light bulb turn on over Liz's head, "And then go back to Hugh and rub his nose in it. I think I like the sound of this." "Who knows," added Cindy, "you may find that you like some of it too. I know it sounds cliché, but you really never do know until you've tried it. I'd always thought that anal sex just sounds sick, but I tried it once with Richard and I've never looked back. It's just so intense." Rebecca broke in with, "My favorite is when a guy comes on my tits. I just love the feel of it spraying all over me." "I'll do it." Liz asserted. "The next guy who so much as talks to me is in for the ride of his life!" I knew a cue when I heard it. "Do you mean that?" The three internationally famous supermodels looked up at me, seeming to suddenly remember that they were having this conversation in a public place. Silence reigned for a moment as they sized me up. I'm about six-three with a decent build and long, flowing blond hair. I've always been told, though, that my eyes are my best feature. I've often been told that they are a penetrating blue-green. Liz considered me for a moment as Cindy and Rebecca watched her, waiting for her reply. Liz stood up, resplendent in her soft, short, clinging black dress. She finished her martini and said, "Yes. My name is Elizabeth Hurley and I'll be your sex toy tonight." I started to introduce myself, but she quickly stepped forward and placed her hand over my mouth. I noticed that it was shaking slightly and there was a pleading look in her eyes as she said, "No. Please. I'll take you to my hotel room and do anything you want, but you must remain a stranger." She withdrew her hand. I arched my eyebrow, "Anything?" She didn't meet my eyes, but nodded, once. "Deal," I said, and we left arm-in-arm to hail a cab. In the cab she was clearly nervous, and I started to speak two or three times without success. It is difficult to make small talk with someone who wants to know nothing about you. So instead I reached up and stroked her soft cheek, turning her to face me. Uncertainty shone clearly in her eyes. I slowly brought my lips to hers, giving her ample opportunity to turn her head away. She did not, and we kissed gently. After a moment, I pulled back and stroked her silky hair as her eyes fluttered open. I looked deeply into those beautiful windows to her soul. "I'm not going to hurt you, Liz. I'm not going to try to take this beyond tonight. And I'm not going to go to the press with this." She seemed to relax a bit at that. "Thank you. It's one thing to contemplate a liaison like this. It's quite something else again to actually do it." I moved in to kiss her again and she moved to meet me. This time I slid my tongue between her lips and she opened her mouth to me. We became lost in the pleasure of the kiss, our tongues melting and dancing together, until the cabbie finally had to knock loudly on the divider to get our attention. Before I could get my wallet out, she'd gotten money from her purse and paid him. In short order we were in the elevator, headed for the eighth floor. No sooner had she pushed the button then my arms were around her, embracing her slender form tightly as I pulled her back into a deep kiss. I was still confining my hands to her back. As much as I wanted to explore her magnificent body, I was relishing the anticipation. We had our arms around each other as we made our way down the hall. As she stopped to fish her room key out of her purse, I slid my arms around her from behind, pulling her tight against me and pressing my erection into the firm softness of her ass. She rewarded me with a moan and her head hung forward for a moment as she savored the sensation. Then the door was open and she pulled me inside, sliding the Do Not Disturb sign into place before closing and locking us inside the spacious suite. Being alone with me in her hotel room seemed to remind her what she was doing. She trembled slightly as she leaned against the door. I could practically hear her wonder what I was going to do next. A lustful smile lit my face as I put a hand on either side of her, corralling her against the door, and leaned in to kiss her ardently. She returned the kiss, but I could feel some reservations in her, as though some deep-seated inhibitions had risen, forming a wall between us. I was torn. Part of me wanted to be a gentleman and offer to let her out of this. The rest of me wanted to tear her clothes off and have her every way I could think of until I had to be hospitalized for dehydration. I've never been sure if it is my strength or my weakness that the gentleman in me always seems to win. I drew back from the kiss, stroked her cheek and said, "Liz, I understand if you want to back out of this." She took a deep breath, which had the effect of pressing her breasts against me, and said, "Thank you. I do want to back out of this. But I'm not going to. I'll never have the courage to try this again." She ran her fingers through my hair. "You frighten and excite me. Tonight I am yours." I yanked her tightly against me as I thrust my tongue back into her mouth. She moaned into my mouth as I slide my hands down the satin of her dress to roughly fondle her marvelous ass. After a moment of this, I grabbed her hair with my right hand and pulled her head to one side as I began nibbling and biting her exposed ear, neck and shoulder. She was gasping into my ear as my left hand found the zipper and slid it down. She slid out of the dress without hesitation. I pulled back to take a good look at her. Her smooth skin was flawless and creamy. Her body was long and slender, but not bone-skinny. She had enough curves to be clearly and delightfully feminine. I could feel the glint in my eye as I looked over The Body that Launched a Thousand Wet Dreams, covered only barely by a black, lace, push-up bra and black, lace, french-cut panties. I couldn't take it any more. I'd been hard as diamond for over an hour and feared that if I didn't get some release soon I might come in my pants. "Kneel, Liz." My voice was firm and urgent. That she licked her lips was probably a nervous reaction just then, but it only made me throb harder. She did kneel, tentatively, on the carpet in front of me and I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, sliding them down my thighs. She was staring at my crotch, though whether with lust or fear I couldn't tell. I slid down my underwear and she gasped softly, the parting of her lips making my cock jump with anticipation. "Touch me," I said gently. She reached up with her left hand and gently ran her fingers across the skin of my cock. "Go ahead," I prompted, "explore me." Her right hand joined her left now, caressing and stroking me up, down and around the shaft, then down to my balls, squeezing them gently, before running one hand back up to the head where she let her fingers play across the tip. Fascinated as she was, she seemed surprised that her fingers came away sticky with my natural lubricant. She rubbed them together. "Lick it from your fingers, Liz." She hesitated, so I continued, "Taste it." I held my breath as I watched her close her eyes and bring her fingers into her mouth, sucking the juice from them. She held them there for a moment, cheeks made hollow by her suction on the three fingertips of her left hand held tightly between her glistening lips. It took an act of will not to explode all over her beautiful face at the sight. When she brought her fingers back out of her mouth, I caressed her face, tilting it so she'd look me in the eye, and said, "Now taste me." Her eyes darted down and she blushed. "I . . . I've never . . . done this before." I had to control my breathing, but I managed to keep my voice firm, yet gentle. "That's why you're here, though, isn't it?" Her breath was coming quickly. She was nervous, but still had one hand idly stroking me. She looked up at me, meeting my eye, and nodded once, firmly. I must have sighed audibly with relief. I was still concerned that she'd back out at the last moment and leave me with a serious case of blue balls. Instead this beautiful international supermodel had just committed to giving her first blowjob, with me as the lucky recipient. "Umm . . . how shall I proceed?" I managed to resist an urge to put a hand on the back of her head and ram myself down her throat. "Start by licking me." She closed her eyes and slowly extended her tongue. It was dry when it met the shaft of my cock, about halfway down, but it still sent a thrill through my system. She dabbed at me this way twice more, and I could feel the saliva start to come. She took a deep breath, screwed up her courage, and ran her tongue all the way up to the tip and flicked off. "Yes," I sighed, so she did it again. Then again. Hearing more sounds of pleasure, she started to get the idea, licking me up and down like a popsicle, slowly developing more confidence as my sounds grew encouraging. I just let her lick me for a good, long time before I gave her her next direction. "Don't forget my balls." At my words she licked her way down and swirled her tongue, then, showing initiative, took them into her mouth one at a time, sucking them gently. It felt wonderful. "The head, Liz, now the head." She kissed her way back up my cock, her tongue dancing delightfully as she french-kissed the tip. I knew I wouldn't be long in coming now, and I had every intention of doing it in her mouth. "Suck it, Liz. Suck my cock." I expected her to pause, but she didn't. She opened her mouth and took me in. I reveled in the sight of my cock passing her wet, cupid-bow lips. "OW! Careful of your teeth!" She hadn't bitten me, but her teeth had scraped me painfully. She immediately popped me out of her mouth, apologizing, "Oh, God! I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" Any pain I'd felt was banished by the sight and sensation of her rubbing my cock against her cheek, nuzzling me even as she apologized. "I'm okay, just . . . be careful. And kiss it better." I'll never forget the smile she gave me just then. It was pure lust. I don't know if it was me or the joy of finding a new, previously forbidden pleasure, but just then I didn't care. She set about passionately kissing every inch of my cock and balls before taking me back into her mouth. Her suction was smooth and strong as her head bobbed up and down on my cock, taking me from the edge of her lips to the back of her mouth, and ever so slightly into her throat. My knees were getting weak. She had about half of my cock in her mouth and I seriously considered putting my hand on her head and seeing how much she could take. "Later," I thought. Then it became hard to think. Her head was whipping up and down while her hands were everywhere her mouth was not, squeezing, caressing and stroking. Suddenly the moment arrived. "Here I come," was all the warning I gave her and I exploded into her mouth. I don't think I'd ever produced as much in my life as I did in her mouth right then. I just kept coming and coming. She must have swallowed five or six mouthfuls and still didn't get everything. When she came up gasping for air, right hand still pumping my cock for more, my semen was trickling down from the corners of her mouth. She licked and kissed the head, getting the last little dribbles, before sitting back and wiping the sides of her face with her fingers. She moved as if to wipe them on a nearby kleenex, then stopped, looked up at me and with a smile sucked them into her mouth. "I really rather enjoyed that. And I take it by your shouting that you did too." "Mmmm . . . oh, Liz. That was fantastic." "So what happens now?" "My turn." Taking her hands I stood her up, pulling her into a tight embrace. I began nibbling at her ear, working my way down her neck to her shoulder. By now I had run my hands over her back a few times and felt confident that I knew how the clasp on her bra worked. In one movement, I undid it and slid it off of her. I heard her gasp softly, but didn't actually see her reaction. I was too busy biting her shoulder. Not one to lose momentum, I scooped her up and carried her to the bed. Then it was time to begin really exploring her. Much as I wanted to attack her breasts, I let the anticipation build by starting with her arms. I stroked and kissed each one in turn, running from the shoulder to the wrist. A nibble and lick here, a nuzzle there, and suction at the pulse points. It was while sucking on her wrist that I began to play with her hands, massaging the palm with my thumb for a moment before my mouth took its place. Each finger got special attention, licking and sucking as I went. Just before moving on, I caught her eye and slid my tongue between her fingers, offering her a taste of what was to come. Through all of this, Liz just gave herself to the pleasure; she moaned, sighed and cooed with pleasure at every turn. Occasionally she'd say, "Yes," or "Oh, God, yes!" when I hit a spot she wanted to get extra attention. A glance at her nipples showed them rock hard and aching for my mouth. I chose to tease us both further. Taking her gently by the shoulders, I rolled her over. Just as she started to ask what was wrong I began rubbing her shoulders and her question died unspoken. Sitting on her lovely ass I slowly gave her a deep massage, periodically kissing and biting various spots as I worked my way down her back, shifting myself onto the bed in time to slide her panties down her legs and off. Then I continued the massage with her ass cheeks, thighs and calves. I used my mouth more actively through here, starting by biting her ass and continuing to kiss her silky thighs wherever my hands went, lingering over the backs of her knees. Down I went until I was giving her a foot massage as I kissed her instep. "Roll over," I said and she practically jumped to it. I started working my way back up her legs and she began grinding her hips in anticipation. When I reached her sweet, sweet pussy I lingered with my lips just over hers. I breathed hot air and she couldn't take it any longer. "Please," she begged with some urgency. "Kiss me there too." I lingered for a moment before replying, "Not just yet." She made a sound of frustrated desire and thrust her hips up, but I had already moved on to her abdomen, kissing my way up her flat stomach. Finally I came to her breasts, and she shuddered out a "yes" as I took a nipple into my mouth. I started gently, but slowly got rougher as I stroked and sucked on her breasts. She trust her fingers into my long hair and held me tightly to her chest, moaning loudly her pleasure at my ministrations. Suddenly I grabbed her shoulders and pulled myself up. She had the look of a deer caught in headlights as I gazed into her eyes, my raging erection poised as her entrance. She quivered, panting and pled, "Yes. Please, yes. Take me now. I have to have you now!" I grinned lustfully. "Not just yet," I whispered and slid quickly down her body, until my lips met her nether lips, shining as they were with her desire. She clutched me tightly with her legs and hands as I started licking her. What had been moans became screams of pleasure from her as I devoted myself entirely to making her come as many times as I could with only my mouth. I don't know how many times she came. I do know that I stopped because I almost blacked out, she was gripping me so tightly. It was just as well. I was going crazy myself. The time had come to fuck Liz, and I was too jacked up to worry about gentility. I leapt on her, pulling her legs over my shoulders and looking into her amazed eyes, lips parted, as I thrust myself entirely into her. She was so wet I was a bit worried I would slide out with each pump. So I just gripped her tighter and pounded into her deliciously tight pussy with the frenzied desire of the fulfillment of dozens of fantasies. Of course, it helped that she was screaming things like, "YES! OH GOD! RAVISH ME!" Still, I had already come once, and I was able to hang with it for quite a while before I felt my orgasm coming on. By this point, her legs were down and wrapped tightly around my waist. Her nails were raking up my back and digging into my ass, but I barely noticed it. When I came in an intense eruption her cries became a wordless scream. I collapsed on top of her. We were both exhausted and covered with sweat, but holding each other, me still inside her, and kissing with a deep urgency. When we parted, she gasped, "Good lord." "Yeah," I panted eloquently. "And to think . . . I almost didn't do this." "I think you made the right choice." We laughed at that. We just rested there together for a little bit. I think she even nodded off for a few minutes. I, myself, could not. I was just too worked up. I was actually in a hotel room with Elizabeth Hurley! Not only had she given me a truly great blowjob, her first yet, but she just gave me perhaps the greatest fuck of my life. I just lay there stroking her body, relishing the opportunity. I had no illusions that she would fall in love with me or anything. This was just a fuck and I knew it. That thought got me stirring again. I had to make the most of this while I could. I started licking her nipples and gently stroking her clitoris. "Mmmm," she sighed before coming more alert. "My God, do you want more?" I looked up at her while still licking her breasts and nodded with a smile. She met my smile and said, "What do you have in mind?" "I want you on all fours." "Oooh. All right." She positioned herself and I gripped her slender hips tightly as I thrust into her. Her moan was as gratifying as the gyration of her hips as we settled into a rhythm. Without warning, I slid one finger down to massage her clit, triggering an intense orgasm. I held still inside her as she finished, then slowly slid out. "I didn't feel you finish," she said, looking back. "I haven't finished, yet." I smiled at her puzzled look as I lifted my penis to her anus. "Umm, I don't know about this." She sounded nervous for the first time in hours. "You didn't know about giving me head, either. You said you'd do anything I want and I want to fuck your magnificent ass." She actually blushed. "You don't mince words, do you? Will this hurt?" "A bit, at first. What you need to do is make the muscles relax. I've been told that it can be wonderful if you let it. The key word is let." When she hesitated, I added, "Come on, Liz. The whole point of tonight was to try new things, wasn't it?" With a slight sigh, she said, "You're right. Please be gentle though." I was as gentle as I could be as, covered in her natural lubrication, I slowly slid myself into her ultra-tight ass. She tucked her head into a pillow, panting like a woman in labor, but never told me to stop as I slid slowly past her sphincter and inched my way inside her. It took a while, but eventually I made it in all the way and had a fleeting wish for a camera. I knew it was the only way anyone would believe this. I held myself in her for a moment, entirely up her ass, before I began fucking her as gently as I could. Her breathing became more regular and she even made some sounds that I hoped indicated pleasure. She was so tight that even though I had already had a couple of orgasms I knew I wouldn't last very long. I was determined, though, to prolong it as much as I could. Just then I realized that I still had both hands on her hips, so I slid one around to stroke her pussy again. As soon as I started her head came up like a shot. "YES!" There was such passion in her voice that I actually stopped for a moment. That was not what she wanted. She started moving her hips to get me going again, and when I didn't start fast enough, she screamed out, "COME ON! ROGER ME, YOU BASTARD!" That was all I needed to hear. I started fucking her sweet, tight ass as fast as I could while still keeping once hand on her pussy. She began to thrash her head around and scream wordlessly in a low, guttural tone and didn't stop until I came. When I came she positively squealed, and again we collapsed forward on the bed, me on her back and still inside her. She was panting and just repeating, "Oh, God," over and over. After maybe half an hour or so, I suggested that we hit the shower, so we pulled ourselves out of the sticky sheets and stumbled into the bathroom. She laughed when she looked in the mirror. "Prim and proper Liz," she said. "I look like such a tramp." "How do you feel though?" "Wonderful. Tired." We laughed some more and took a long hot shower, washing each other instead of ourselves. "Oh, my God!" She had a wonderful, slack-jawed expression as she realized I had gotten hard again. It may have helped that she came to the realization because I was rubbing it against the crack of her ass while my hands stroked her breasts. As I have said, I knew this was my only shot and I was going to get everything I could. "So, what can I do for you? I'm pretty sore." "So blow me." She kissed me and smiled wickedly, "You mean you want me to suck your cock?" I spanked her teasingly, "Such language." "You seem to enjoy it. I thought I'd give it a whirl." "I know what I like better than talk." Her smile broadened as she knelt, "Of course. After all, I want to be a good cocksucker." And she was. She learned quickly what I like, and used all of it. As she got me close, I managed to pant out, "I want to come on your face." She pulled me out of her mouth and stroked me quickly, pumping with both hands, until with a roar I erupted. She pointed the first jerk at her breasts and it splashed across them. She quickly pointed me back at her face, mouth open, and I came on her cheeks, chin and lips as well as in her mouth. I couldn't believe I wasn't quite done yet. She had me more turned on than I'd been since I was a horny teen-ager. I looked at her wide-open mouth, put a hand on the back of her head, and slid myself back into her mouth, as deep as she could take me. She gagged, but didn't fight me. In fact, she even tried opening her throat to take me deeper, but couldn't take me all the way. I didn't mind. I just held her by the hair and finished my orgasm in her hot and willing mouth. When I was completely done I pulled back out of her mouth and looked down at her come-covered, smiling face. I still picture her that way - naked, wet and kneeling, smiling up at me with my come all over her face - every time I see her picture on a magazine cover or, these days, on the silver screen. Anyway, with her fingers and tongue she made sure that she didn't miss any of my semen, looking me in the eye the entire time. That was it, though. Once she had it all, she said, "How about we get some sleep?" "Sounds good to me." I didn't think I could handle any more either. As we curled up in bed, starting to nod off, she asked the question that surprised me, "So what is your name, anyway?" I blinked at her for a moment. "I thought you didn't want to know." "I know, but I think I should like to know the name of the man who has had orgasms in parts of my body that no other man has even touched." When I told her, she spoke it softly once and held me tighter as we drifted off to sleep. She woke me with a kiss and a blow job the next morning, even letting me titfuck her a little in the middle of it. After breakfast I had her on the coffee table, but then it was time to go. The light of the morning had brought reality back into our little world. She was happy to have "one more go 'round on the table," as she'd put it, but she had a job, a fiancé and a life to get back to. So, with one last, lingering kiss she sent me on my way. That was okay with me, though. For one night I got to live the fantasy of millions of men around the world, and no one could take that away from me. All because, once again, I had been in the right place at the right time. -- http://www.c-s-s-a.com/story/Timing.txt