الجمعة، 22 فبراير 2013

Wife's Business Trip

Wife's Business Trip

Katie had always been very committed and faithful to her husband and was never the type to seek other men out or have a wondering eye for men around her. Katie was pretty, not hot, but attractive with a wonderful curvy figure. Katie had that perfect 7 pounds overweight figure, far from heavy by any stretch of the imagination but soft and curvy. Katie had privately always been proud of her breasts, as a young girl her girlfriends were always jealous of Katie's breasts and even in her adult years, she was asked by women at the gym "are they real"? Katie stood 5'7" with a medium frame so her full C cup breasts gave her just the right amount of curves, not a thin model, not a fake stripper but a soft curvy woman. Katie had kept up her yoga and workout routines over the years so despite her breasts taking all of the attention, her ass was round and firm leading to nice long legs.

Katie works for a large corporation as an administrative assistant supporting two Divisional VP's and she does her job very well. This one time Katie was asked to go on a business trip to the Florida Keys to do some advance work in preparation for a large division off-site meeting. The resort that would be hosting the event required Katie to come down to spend a few days to go through all of the logistics and planning. The event was going to have over 200 people over 3+ days. When Katie arrived at the hotel she was met by the head manager she had been working with, Jane. Jane informed Katie that they would need to put her up in one of the two bedroom cabana suites, instead of the hotel. The hotel was full. The cabana was much nicer but she would have to share it with another person from the events logistics company which Katie's company had also hired. Katie said this would be fine and she was escorted along a beautiful walkway that runs along the beach to the last Cabana.

The Cabana was gorgeous with a full kitchen, living room, two master bedrooms, and large patio. It was exquisite. It was about 8pm and Katie started to unpack and relax when the door opened and it was again the same bell hop escorting the person from the event logistics company. To Katie's surprise it was a younger man. He introduced himself to Katie. His name was Jake and he had this boyish look about him. There was an awkwardness about the two of them staying in the same cabana but they each had their own bedroom so it would be fine. After some small talk Katie said she needed to go back to unpacking but would be done shortly. Jake said he was going to do the same.

At about 10pm they both emerged from their rooms and started looking around the kitchen and found a complimentary bottle of white wine in the fridge. With nothing else to do they poured two glasses of wine and started to talk and get to know each other. As Katie talked to Jake she started to see a young boyish sparkle in his eye. Somewhat innocent, maybe not the sharpest knife in the drawer but a real sweetness and kindness he showed towards Katie. He caught himself a few times saying "yes ma'am" to Katie giving away his southern roots and acknowledgment of his younger age. Katie felt like the adult in the room and Jake played the perfect gentleman, willing to take on all of the menial tasks.

As they finished the bottle of wine he immediately asked if he should go run and get another. Katie wanted to suggest that he really didn't have to go to the effort but she thought what the heck, he offered. So Jake ran off to the main hotel and came back with two more bottles of white wine. The conversation flowed very naturally as they went through the second bottle of wine, jumping from one topic to the next, as they migrated from the kitchen to the living room and then out on the patio to take in the cool night air.

As Katie relaxed, she spent more time noticing his beautiful cheek bones and his friendly bright, white smile and tussled but beautiful head of hear.

"Jake how old are you?" Katie asked.

"26." he proudly responded.

Katie smiled and dropped her head in amazement, the pleasures of being young. Now with the number 26 stuck in her head she noticed how fit he was. His arms look lean but strong and healthy, his waist was trim.

"Ma'am... I mean Katie, sorry bad habit of mine, can I just tell you that you have the most beautiful eyes".

Katie was taken back and started to blush and was sort of speechless, but quickly remembering she was the adult in this pair gave a simple response

"Oh well, Jake thank you, very nice of you to say so".

Katie went back to sipping her wine but her head was spinning as she stood up and walked to the edge of the patio to process Jakes compliment. Jake stood up and said he was going to bed but made an offer that if Katie needed any help tomorrow he would be glad to help in any way he could. Katie said good night and stayed outside for a bit longer trying to figure out why he would compliment her eyes.

Maybe that's just the way southern gentlemen are? Is he attracted to me? Do I have nice eyes? Katie went to bed but she had trouble getting Jake out of her mind. She didn't know why, yes he was very handsome but that's not it.

The next morning Katie got up early, having had trouble sleeping. While Katie got ready she decided to put some makeup on and opted for the nicer blouse and skirt rather than the more casual options. Jakes compliment was still bouncing through her head and she felt some obligation to try and look her best.

Katie went out to the kitchen and Jake was already up and had ordered breakfast for the two of them, it was on the kitchen table. Jake immediately explained that he thought he would order breakfast for both of them so Katie wouldn't have to.

What a treat! Katie was delighted and started to feel a bit like a princess. In small ways she could sense how Jake catered after her, pulling the chair out for her, pouring her juice, asking if she wanted anything else. After breakfast Jake gave Katie his business card and said to please text him if she needed anything today. He said that he wasn't going to be too busy and would have time to help. Katie took his card and watched him walk out.

"Wow, I could get used to this sort of thing," Katie thought.

Katie went off to meet with Jane to work on the event planning. She decided to text Jake and see how he was doing.

"How is your day going?"

Jake immediately texted back, "Wonderful and you? I am having lunch at the Cantina out by the pool if you care to join me."

Katie, feeling her heart pound a bit faster replied, "Sure."

Jake replied, "Great, btw I just wanted to let you know that you look beautiful today, hope you don't mind me saying so"

Katie held her phone as her heart raced and her hands started to shake a bit. Does this boy have a crush on me?

Katie replied, "Thx Jake, I don't mind :)"

Katie started to pace after hitting send, Oh my God, what am I doing, he is a boy!

Katie arrived and Jake rose to pulled out her chair and once again Katie felt like a princess. As they ate lunch Katie was perplexed. Maybe he is just being nice. Jake was not hitting on her but just seemed very comfortable paying Katie compliments. Katie started to realize that Jake was in better shape than she had realized. He looked strong but lean and his eyes, how did she miss those eyes last night, big, blue and innocent?

At about 5pm Katie went back to the cabana and Jake was on the patio relaxing in his swim suite since he had just been in the ocean. Katie was taken back by his body, not overly muscular but just lean and beautiful. Jake jumped to his feet when Katie came out and was his usual charming self. Katie said she had a business dinner with the resort management and was going to go shower and clean up since the dinner was at 6:30pm. Jake said he had no plans and would probably be around when she got back. Katie went off and showered and lied back on the bed to relax before getting dressed.

Since Katie was representing her company at the dinner tonight she went with a dress and took the extra time to blow dry her hair and do her makeup. Katie was wearing a very flattering blue and white print silk dress that wrapped her figure snuggly, emphasizing her full round C cup breasts. Katie didn't get dressed up often but when she did it felt good.

At about 6:20pm Katie emerged from the bedroom to give herself enough time to walk to the resort for dinner. As Katie walked through the cabana on her way out Jaked walked in from the patio and had a look of 'WOW' on his face and was trying to be discreet as he looked Katie up and down. Jake didn't know where to stop his eyes. On her sexy calves just above her sexy high heels, how the dress clung to her beautiful round ass or how the dress put her ample breasts on display with more than a hint of cleavage. Katie couldn't help but give Jake a big warm smile, basking in her glamorous glow.

Katie walked right by Jake as she went into the kitchen and swung her hair back over her shoulder. Jake said, "Katie, you look absolutely fabulous" in his innocent southern style. Like he was stating a fact of nature. Katie said, "Oh thank you, Jake".

"I will be hear when you get back, what time should I expect you". Katie bit her lower lip for affect and said, "Not sure, 9? 10? You don't need to stay up".

"I'll be up, have a great night." he replied.

Katie went to dinner and felt beautiful and sexy. She kept thinking about Jake and how cute he is. She still wondered if he had a crush on her or not, she was confused. During dinner she got a text from Jake.

"How is dinner?"

"Fine, no boring." She replied.

Katie thought, well he must be thinking about me if he texted me. The dinner went on and on and so did the wine. It actually turned out to be a great dinner business wise and Katie was quite tipsy from the white and red wine. Several of the folks after dinner tried to convince Katie to head to the bar but she wanted to get back to the cabana so she could relax.

As she walked back to the cabana she could feel the wine catching up with her but she felt this wonderful buzz and high, not tired, not drunk but just sort of floating. As she walked into the cabana she looked around and it looked like most of the lights were off and it felt quiet. Her immediate instinct was to assume that Jake had already gone to bed. She had hoped not, she was sort of looking forward to the boy that made her feel like a princess.

She dropped her hand bag off on the kitchen island and called out, "Jake? You here"? She walked out on the patio, back through the kitchen to peek into his bedroom, but no Jake.

Katie was a little disappointed, but maybe he went out and would be back soon. Katie then walked into her bedroom and noticed a candle on her bedside table and also on her dresser and also on the far bedside table. The room had a beautiful glow about it and then she noticed something else.

On her bed was Jake, but in a state she could never have imagined. Jake had fastened each of his ankles to the corner of the bed, as well as each wrist to the corners at the head of the bed. Katie could see the black straps that went around his ankles and wrists. They were pulled taught down over the corners towards the floor. Jake was absolutely spread eagle on the bed with a black, tight blindfold covering his eyes. Katie was stopped in her tracks, startled and unsure what she was looking at. Jake was lying on the bottom white sheet of the bed with the top sheet loosely gathered to about a foot wide covering from his belly button to his thighs.

All Katie could think to say was ,"Jake!" Not loudly, but with a tone of urgency and concern. Jake lifted his head and said in a soft voice "Katie don't be mad, please, don't be alarmed, are you?"

Katie was silent for a few seconds. "I'm not sure" she said in a genuine tone.

"How did you get like this, why are you like this?" Letting her words trail off as she was trying to process this image before her. Jake kept his soft caring tone, "Katie, you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. I don't know how else to say this but I am deeply attracted to you and want to offer myself to you. Please don't be mad."

Katie was still in shock and quickly assessed the situation. Jake was in the midst of an intense crush on an older women and unable to use more normal methods for conveying his attraction, he was plunging off a cliff of desire. Katie took a step closer to the bed realizing he could not see her. Katie let her eyes travel over his exposed body, his muscular legs, his lean but strong chest. She could see the muscles in his arms as they were stretched out to the corners of the bed. She could see his stomach muscles slightly exposed, not a 'ripped' abdomen, but wow did he have a nice body.

Jake broke the silence Katie was using to admire his body and she flinched a bit from the sound of his voice.

"Katie, please remove the sheet."

Katie approached with caution and lifted the side of the sheet and peered underneath until she could see that he was naked and she dropped the edge of the sheet and let out a high pitched, "Jake! Your naked!"

Katie covered her mouth and cheeks with her hands and walked in a tight circle to work off the shock. Jake again soothed her, "Katie, please its OK. Please just remove the sheet. I want you to see all of me. I am giving myself to you for your pleasure so please remove the sheet."

Katie approached again with some caution and grabbed the edge of the sheet and slowly pulled it across his body from right to left until it finally was on the floor to the left of the bed at Katie's feet. Katie just stood in silence and looked at his naked body, now paying much more attention to the parts just revealed. It hit her in waves.

'Wow his cock is totally exposed'

'Wow he is pretty big, but he is not really erect'

'Oh my gosh, he is totally shaved and his balls look so smooth with no hair'

"Jake I am married, this wont work. I am very flattered but please, this wont work".

Jake turned his blindfolded face toward her and replied with a little more emotion in his voice, "Katie, I know your married. No one will ever know. After tomorrow we will never see each other again. I only want you to touch me. Please just let me feel your hand on my skin, please Katie."

Katie could hear the desire in his voice but she didn't know what to do, what to say. She just stood there and looked his beautiful body up and down. She felt naughty for wanting to stare at his cock. It was so beautiful, so smooth and much larger than she was used to.

"Jake I shouldn't." Katie said softly and unconvincingly.

"Please" Jake whispered, knowing he was breaking Katie down.

Jake then felt Katie's weight press down on the bed as she sat just on the edge near his hip. Katie began to come to the full realization that Jake could not move and couldn't see her. She released the tension she was holding in her back and took a long glance at his gorgeous cock. It was thicker than she realized and the head was large and mushroom shaped. After some silence Katie took her hand and placed it on the inside of his thigh just above the knee. She could feel his body tense as Jake sucked in air.

"How is that?" Katie asked meekly.

Jake caught his breath and whispered "Oh Katie, your hand feels so good on me, please touch me more."

Katie could not help but see Jake's cock stiffen a bit from her touch so she ran her hand up his thigh, sliding it from the inside to the top and across his hip bone, up across his side where she could feel his ribs. Jake again breathed in and arched his back slightly. Katie kept looking between Jake's beautiful lips trying to read his expression and his cock that would move and flex as she touched him. Jake's breathing was getting heavier, "Please Katie, more please."

Katie for the first time realized her heart was beating very hard and her pussy had that unmistakable tingling feeling. Her head was spinning. This was crazy. How did she find herself in this most absurd of situations? Katie could feel herself giving in to the situation but she knew that she could not have sex with Jake.

Fine, she will touch him here and there but that is not sex. As Katie bit her lower lip she slid her hand across his hip bone and back inside his thigh but this time a bit higher. Katie watched his breathing get heavier. She watched his chest rise and fall, his beautiful lips parted to let more air in. Katie looked down at his cock and all she could think was OMG he is beautiful!

His cock was now pretty hard and his scrotum tight. She let her nails crawl across his pelvis just to the left of his cock and Jake took a deep breath in and arched his back pulling on the restraints. Katie could see his cock flex and get harder raising off his stomach and levitating for a brief second. Katie could feel the power she had and her pussy was pulsating and wet. She ran her hand softly across his stomach above his cock and back down the right side of his body once again avoiding his cock , tracing a finger down inside his thigh very close to his aching balls. Jake started to moan and squirm a bit, breathing heavy and pulling on the restraints to relieve some tension. Katie looked up at Jake and saw the intense affect she was having on him and contemplated what her next move should be.

Feeling her sense of control, Katie took her long french manicured nails and ever so gently ranked them across his scrotum as she asked, "Do you want me to touch you here?"

All Jake could do was moan and stutter a "yes," then Katie took her pointer finger and teasingly pushed it up along his shaft and said, "or do you want me to touch you here?" Jake became speechless realizing these were rhetorical questions. Katie took her thumb and forefinger and teased his cock head, "Or here?"

Jake was arching his back and Katie could see his cock get even stiffer. His abs were flexed as he pulled on the restraints, his breathing becoming more ragged. Katie asked again with a little more dominance in her tone, "So, is that where you want me to touch you, Jake?"

Jake began to beg, "Yes Katie, please, please.. Please!"

Katie ran her hands firmly over his aching balls and up his shaft and gripped his rigid cock and squeezed. Jake arched his back again, begging, "Please, oh please Katie."

Katie giggled and took two fingers and more clinically held his cock so it pointed straight up. She was in awe of his size and thickness, damn he was perfect. As she held his cock upright she took the other hand and teased his balls with her nails. Jake started to pant more. Katie could see a bead of precum on the tip of his cock and she took her thumb and smeared it all over the head. Katie forgot how slick cum is on skin and how sensual it felt. Katie started to stroke him slowly and Jake lifted his head as much as he could and kept repeating softly "oh yes, oh yes."

His cock was so thick and rigid it was unlike anything Katie had experienced. Se kept her strokes slow and gentle, never quite enough. Katie was starting to really enjoy teasing him and used her hand in a manipulative way to make him want more but never providing quite enough force or pace. His head continued ooze precum and Katie took her pointer finger and smeared precum all over the head and along the sensitive underside, then she wrapped her fingers around the base of his head and stroked just up and over the head of his cock. His precum provided the perfect lubricant and she could feel Jakes cock stiffen and his breathing get heavier, "Don't you cum," Katie said in a flirty little tone.

Katie then ran her hand up onto his chest and across his stomach and shoulder. Wow, his body is so muscular and lean she thought. She stood up off the bed and Jake felt her weight lift from the mattress and his heart sank, was it over? Katie said, "I think I am over dressed" and began to undo her dress along the waist and it fell open quite easily. Katie slipped it off her shoulders and held it in her right hand. The silk dress on its own doesn't amount to much and it collapsed into a light, long. flowing piece of silk. Katie stood in her sexy bra and panties comfortably knowing Jake could not see her. Katie took the dress and held it between his legs and dragged it up towards his head so the silk dress would drag over his thighs, balls and raging hard cock. Katie let the hem of the dress as it hung all gathered teasingly pass over his aching balls.

"Did you like my dress tonight? I bet your liking it even better right now, aren't you?" she said with a soft chuckle.

Jakes cock was now twitching, going rigid and raising off his stomach with even the smallest touch. Katie dragged the dress up over his chest and face and back down again. "Don't you cum now. Jake!" Katie said in a little bit firmer tone.

"Should I take my bra off too? I think so, I might as well get comfortable."

Katie could see the expression on Jakes face was pure torment. She knew he wanted to see her breasts. She noticed all the times he had been checking her tits out over the past two days. Katie couldn't help but secretly slide her hand inside her panties to feel her pussy and she was surprised just how wet she was. She had to consciously pull her hand away otherwise she would not want to stop until she came. Katie sat back down and pulled her silk bra over his cock teasing Jake.

"Do you want to feel my tits, Jake?"

Jake quickly replied "Oh please yes, please."

Katie purred "Maybe..."

Jake feeling more desperate asked Katie in an almost forgiving tone, "Can I feel your mouth on me, please?"

Katie was taken back a bit and wondered, is he asking me to suck his cock? Or does he want me to kiss his body? The image of his cock in her mouth was stuck in her head but she was not going to make it easy.

"Oh, you want to feel my mouth on you, do you?"

Katie proceeded to lean over and kiss his hip bone, then up his side on his stomach. Katie could feel his body tremble as her lips pressed against his firm body and the smell of his musk scent filled her nose. She kissed up his chest and began to lick and kiss his right nipple and Jake pulled hard on the restraints clearly enjoying the feeling. As Katie leaned over to tease his chest with her mouth she was conscious that her right breast was pressing against his side, so Katie twisted her body to lean across to kiss his far nipple and let her breasts just barely drag across his body, letting her hard nipples touch his smooth young skin. She lifted her mouth off his chest and focused on letting her breasts lightly brush over his stomach and chest pulling them higher towards his face, her hair hanging in his face, she wanted to kiss him so badly but resisted. Not letting the full weight of her breasts press down on him she pulled them higher close to his chin and he lifted his head as far as he could with an open mouth desperate to let his tongue taste them, but she lifted them away just centimeters from his mouth, barely letting one nipple graze his lower lips.

Jake started to pant harder, "Oh please, katie please."

Katie just reached down to let her long, manicured nails tickle his tight scrotum, spreading her fingers around the outside of his aching balls and pulling them together to a single point on the center of his scrotum. She could feel his cock twitch.

"Don't cum, Jake" Katie whispered confidently.

She resumed her position back down seated on the edge of the bed by his waist and held his cock very softly without wrapping her hand around it and caressed the underside with her thumb and leaned down and put her mouth over his balls and breathed with an open mouth. Jake raised his hips wanting more but Katie was ready and pulled her head back so her mouth didn't touch him.

"Don't move Jake. If you move I stop."

Jake, breathless replied, "Yes ma'am."

Katie put her mouth back over his engorged scrotum and flicked her tongue softly across it and Jake whimpered.

"Katie, please."

Katie just repeated, "Don't move Jake."

Katie slowly lowered her mouth little by little over his balls until she was licking and sucking on them. His scent filled her nose and Katie felt her pussy begin to gush with wetness. She couldn't ever remember being this wet before. Katie licked her way up his shaft teasing it, starting to taste his cock now, smelling his precum that was smeared over the head. She held his cock upright in its full glory and put her mouth around the head softly but didn't suck. She could feel the power she had over him. His body trembled and the head of his cock swelled into a large mushroom shape, fully engorged.

"Don't you cum, Jake" Katie said firmly and she lowered her mouth around his cock and began to slowly suck his cock.

He felt so good in her mouth. He tasted amazing, like pure sex. She could feel his cock ooze a steady stream of precum and she loved the taste. Katie knew he could not last much longer, she had never felt a cock so hard, he must be over 8 inches. Katie began to give in and stopped her teasing and got lost in the moment of sucking the beautiful cock of this sweet hunk of a boy. Katie felt her pussy throbbing and beginning to twitch and slid a hand inside her panties and started to rub her pussy. She felt her orgasm only moments away, she was so wet she could not believe it. Jake pushed his hips up and gave the sign he was going to cum and Katie pulled off and stroked him as she fingered her pussy. She stroked his cock from base to tip and felt it about to cum.

"Katie, I'm going to cum, oh my god, I'm going to cum" and with that Jakes cock erupted and shot a huge stream of cum straight up and down on his chest and stomach. Katie felt her pussy twitch hard and she started to cum but kept stroking Jake as he let four more huge streams of cum shooting in the air. He was a geyser, Katie had never seen so much cum before. It just kept spurting out covering his chest, stomach, her hands, it was everywhere.

Katie let out a deep moan as her orgasm hit in full force, it was long and powerful. Katie was dizzy, trying to keep both of her hands working, like patting your head and rubbing your stomach. Wanting more, Katie got on all fours between his legs and put her mouth around his cock and suck him as deep as she could take him. She held herself up with one hand and continued to rub her pussy and she started to cum again. She could taste Jake's cum still twitching out of him. Katie lost her coordination and stopped sucking his cock and just let it stay deep in her mouth as she rubbed her pussy as she came again, moaning over his cock. Katie pulled off Jake, breathless and spent, kneeling between his legs, taking in the sight of this beautiful boy. Katie leaned over Jake and gave him a deep long kiss. She crawled off the bed and grabbed the tab of the velcro around his wrist and undid it, knowing it would free up his one had and he could do the rest. She walked into her master bath and closed the door and gathered herself and ran the shower. She sat on the toilet and thought about what had just happened. Katie stalled as long as she could after taking a shower and when she came out Jake was gone, she closed her bedroom door and went to bed...


Katie slept in the next morning to about 7am. She slept very soundly and as she rolled back in bed it all came back to her and she opened her eyes and started to panic. What did I do last night? how can I possibly face Jake today?

She covered her face with her hands and took a deep breath. But as she replayed last night through her head again she realized that it was a once in a lifetime experience. Who would ever believe her?

Katie couldn't get Jake's body out of her mind, his beautiful cock and the feeling of him in her mouth. That unmistakable tingle was back. Katie listen to her door trying to hear if he was still there, she had no idea of his schedule.

Katie was on an evening flight. Katie brushed her teeth and put on her PJ outfit which she did not wear to bed. It was a pair of thin white cotton PJ pants and a tight baby doll nighty. She put her hair up into a pony tail and cautiously walked out to the kitchen, but Jake was not around. She peeked into his bedroom and his stuff was there but he wasn't. After drinking some juice and rubbing her eyes to wake up she walked back towards her room and in walked Jake from the patio. He was in his swim suit and toweling off from a swim in the ocean.

Jake had a big smile on his face, "Good morning Katie."

Katie felt uncomfortable but she didn't sense that he was. They exchange good mornings and the site of his body gave her tingles. Katie did her best to play it off and pretend last night never happened. She did her best to keep the conversation moving with no awkward pauses. Katie had her arms crossed realizing she was not wearing a bra. Jake made his way past Katie to the kitchen and as he did he leaned in towards her and gave her a quick peck on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you for last night."

Katie blushed and was mortified, speechless. As Jake walked away Katie felt she needed to make a statement.

"Listen, Jake about last night. That shouldn't have happened. Nobody can know. It was a mistake. I don't know what I was thinking."

Jake turned around and stood behind Katie's right shoulder as she stood in her place with her arms crossed.

"Nobody will ever know, but you were amazing. Really, thank you."

Katie was turning beet red, again speechless. She turned her head to look at Jake and he was looking right at her. All she could think was, oh those eyes and she had to look away.

Jake whispered, "Its OK, Katie continue what you began last night, complete it with me, please. Now I beg you to follow me"

"Please, don't, Jake! Leave me alone, I'll leave now."

"Please, Katie, I'll die if you don't follow me right now." She felt sorry for him like a mother to her son and nodded okay.

Jake turned and walked towards the kitchen and Katie reluctantly followed. Jake headed straight into his room and Katie paused at the door, not sure if she should come in but Jake turned and urges her inside.

"Katie, relax, I just want you to teach me about love and sex. I'm a virgin and you're the first woman in my life. I love you and will not lose my male virginity to any woman but you. It's OK. Please" and he kneel before her and kissed hr feet like she's his goddess. He continued, "Please remove your bra for me, babe. Show me your beautiful tits even when they're clad in your shirt."

Katie felt very excited about his talk about virginity and his kneeling and worshipping her. She hesitated but, looking to his pleading eyes, she reluctantly removed her bra but her tits were hidden still under her shirt.

Katie took a deep breath, trying to fight what she was feeling. She could smell his scent.

"How does it feel?"

"It feels different." is all Katie could come up with.

"Exactly, now please take off my bathing suit, my Goddess."

Katie slipped his bathing suit off and threw it on the bed.

"You just removed my swim suit. Now how does that feel?"

Katie started to breath heavier and slumped her shoulders a bit, a sign she was weakening. "Jake I don't know how I feel. I'm married, please understand."

"Katie, please take off your pj pants."

Katie sighed and barely audible, "Yes."

She grabbed for the little tie that held the waist of her cotton pj pants and pulled on the tie and undid the simple bow tie knot and the string came undone and the waste of her pants loosened and fell to the ground. Katie was wearing a sheer white g-string and for a second she was feeling ashamed because he knew her panties were see through and her tight little patch of pubic hair was visible. Jake bent down and helped Katie step out of her pants and as he did he placed her one foot a bit wider so her legs were spread open a bit.

As Jake stood he ran his hands on the inside of her legs to about her mid thigh. He could feel Katie tense from the unexpected touch and she tried to get away from him. He said, "Please, Katie, please let me touch you". She sighed and let him. He walked around Katie and let two fingers trace around her waist and the tops of her ass cheeks just looking at Katie in her new more vulnerable role. Jake took extra time to admire Katie's beautiful tits snuggly fit in her tight bed shirt. He could tell that she was all natural, the shape of her breasts had that unmistakable teardrop shape, with a touch of sag from her 36 years of life but plenty of firmness still left in her well endowed rack.

He could see her nipples starting to press against her shirt, at the perfect point on her silhouette, her nipples forming the apex of her form. Jake was letting Katie endure the silence as he squatted in front of her so he could get a closer look at her cute trimmed little pussy peaking through her naughty sheer panties. He took the back of his hand and ran up the inside of her thigh again and then reached around between her legs to caress her ass. God, her ass was so smooth and round and firm. He ran his finger right up the inside of her thigh and through the crease where her thighs meet her hip, that sensitive spot just outside her panties. He looked up and could see Katie breathing deeply by her beautiful tits rising and falling as she bit her lower lip trying to quell the sensation.

Jake leaned forward and placed a kiss on the top of her thigh and began to nibble his way up and closer to her panties, then he repeated this on the other thigh as he reached around and caressed her ass. Jake could see a little wet spot forming on the sheer fabric of her panties. Jake stood up and leaned in close to Katie and whispered, "Kiss me, baby" as he leaned in and tried to press his lips to hers.

Jake opened his mouth to engage in a deep french kiss but just as he was about to press in Katie pulled her face away from him and Jake just broke into a big smile and muttered, "Oh, you teasing vixen." And she laughed and slowly returned to face him, darting out her tongue to tease him and he saw in her eyes an explicit call for him to give her the kiss. He quickly and eagerly press his lips to hers like an eager child take his wish from his mother, and she opened her mouth and the two tongues intertwined in deep loving and exciting french kiss.

Jake after a long time pulled back and put his hands on the bottom of her shirt and said, "Katie, lift your shirt, please. I want to see what I missed last night," and she lifted her shirt so it was above her tits.

Jake melted and said, "Oh Katie, how lovely you are," and he leaned in and gave Katie a firm kiss. She gasped, wishing she could keep his mouth on hers. She wanted to devour him so badly. Her pussy was pulsating and she was so wet that she could barely keep her focus. He pleaded," May I show love to my Goddess's boobs?"

Katie nodded and let him.

Jake leaned in and kissed her tits softly all around her nipples, making sure not to touch her aching erect nipples. Jake loved the sight of her nipples getting so hard and her areola becoming tight and wrinkled from the skin trying to contract from the arousal. Jake stuck his tongue out and gently licked one nipple and Katie flinched and the smile left her face. She became very serious. That look someone has on their face when they are like, 'I need this now.'

Jake could not get enough of Katie's tits. Oh my God, no, but correctly Oh my Goddess Katie, they were so perfect, full and round, perky but natural, nipples so hard they beg to be sucked. "Can I touch your Holy Pussy, my Goddess Katie?" Katie tried to get up and escape from him, saying "No, noooooooo that's wrong. Please let me go, Jake. Don't make me do that." Jake, unable to completely hold himself back, kissed her feet again and again and agian and kept saying "Please, my Lordess Goddess, please, please, let me, please, let me, please, let meeeeeeeee" and she said, "Okay, I give you permission." Jake slid his hand inside Katie's panties and took one of her nipples in his mouth letting his hot mouth and tongue suck in Katie's incredible tit as he ran two fingers over her soaking wet pussy. Katie's knees buckled for a second and let out a throaty moan and her resistance collapsed at once. Jake's cock was rock hard now and he wanted to fuck Katie good but he knew he needed to take it slow, to repay Katie the favor.

He grabbed Katie by the shoulders and spun her and helped place her so she had her back to the wall about 18 inches away and leaned her back so her shoulder blades were against the wall and then he took his hand from behind her ass and pushed it forward forcing her pelvis out. Jake dropped to his knees and efficiently pulled her panties. Her position was more than prone, it was absolutely vulnerable.

Her throbbing pussy out and exposed for the taking. Jake parted her legs a bit more and savored the chance to eat her wonderful pussy. Jake did not tease, he dove right in, licking around her lips and finally taking a flat soft tongue and licking over her aching swollen pussy. Katie could not hold it back.

"Jake, oh please, please lick my pussy, oh my god, please I am so wet."

"Your humble servant at your own sweet will, my Great Goddess."

Jake licked and sucked Katie's pussy and she moaned. When Jake looked up he could not get enough of the view of seeing Katie tits with her nipples rock hard the way she was leaning back. After teasing her pussy for a while and realizing her posture was probably making her tired he sat her on the bed. Jake rubbed his cock teasingly over her tits, circling her nipples, Katie arched her back, pushing her hands back into the bed. The feeling of Jake's beautiful cock sliding over her breasts was killing her. Jake then took his cock and rubbed the underside of the head across Katie's lips. Katie pulled her mouth away of him and away of his cock but Jake said, "Please face me again and let me love your Holy Mouth with my humble cock, my Goddess Katie", she refused his repeated pleadings for a while and then she smiled and did as he requested.

After teasing his cock over her luscious lips Katie spoke to him with a more dominant and controlling tone, "Jake do you want me to suck my cock"?

Jake spoke humbly, "Yes, please, pleasure me, my Goddess Katie. Open your mouth, Katie." and she did.

Jake fed Katie the head of his cock and Katie immediately closed her lips around the fat, soft head and started to suck and lick.

He was impressed with her eagerness, he thought she might play more coy. Then Katie pulled it out and Jake sort of gasped, not ready for it to be taken away. Katie, wanting to push him further asked "do you want me to suck my cock some more"?

Jake, in a more willing and needy tone said, "yes, please!"

"Then ask me." she replied.

"Katie please."

"Please what?"

"Please, may you suck my cock?"

"Good boy, yes I may," and Jake fed Katie his cock.

This time he made her work her way around, sucking his balls, licking the shaft, helping her to take as much of his cock as she could until she started to gag. Jake talked to Katie the whole time, "Oh my Goddess Katie, you suck cock so well. I wish you could see yourself from my view. My cock looks so good in your mouth, that's it lick my balls. Oh, your mouth is so hot Katie babe. Take it deeper, that's it. Yes my Holy Teacher, you like this young hard cock in your mouth don't you."

Katie was lost in the moment, loving surrendering to this young stud with a big cock, a cliché she thought, but there is something about a young guy with a big dick that makes a women weak.

Katie peered her eyes up to look at Jake. He looked down with his beautiful blue eyes and smiled. Jake begged her to lean back on the bed. Jake put his hands underneath her knees and rested his cock on her pussy, "are you ready, Goddess Katie?"

As he positioned the head so it was just barely pressing into her wet swollen pussy lips, Katie put her hands behind her head to help hold her head up to look down and she was still breathless from sucking his cock and so badly wanted to feel his thickness push inside her. She tossed her head side to side unable to apply any resistance to his desires and then looked back down to his cock and said, "oh please, Jake fuck me please."

Jake smiled, "yes baby, you want to feel my cock in you?"

Katie just nodded. Jake pushed his rock hard cock into her painfully slow, first the head pushed pasted her wet lips and then the shaft slowly disappeared into her pussy. Katie was so wet it was effortless to push his cock in her. Once Jake got half way in Katie let out a moan of ecstasy. She couldn't believe how tight he made her feel and he was going deeper than anyone before, she felt her pussy pulsate. Jake pushed all the way in and Katie was delirious. Jake started to slowly pump her pussy, watching her tits shake with the motion. Soon her he was fucking her deep and hard.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, Jake!" Katie whined.

Jake fucked her right through her first orgasm and didn't stop. He grabbed her left arm and rolled her over so he could fuck her from behind. He fucked her hard, holding her hips and driving his cock deep inside her. Katie was collapsed on her elbows, moaning, about to cum a second time. 

"Yes my Holy Teacher."

Katie sensed his orgasm was nearing and Jake asked, "you ready Katie?" Katie just nodded while she got fucked.

"Here I cum Katie, oh yes baby here I cum."

Jake started to cum in Katie's pussy. Katie had not fuck a guy and let him cum in her pussy else than her husband since she was in college and she was nervous but she wanted it. Katie felt his cock get rigid and a huge, hot stream of cum sprayed deep into her love tunnel. She let her pussy swallowed cum as much as it could because she knew much more was to come, but she couldn't keep up and as he shot many powerful streams of cum into her pussy it started to escape out the sides of her cum-filled pussy.

She pulled him out and stroked him letting some of his cum fall down her stomach and he shot another full heavy steam of cum across her belly and down on her tits. She could feel she was covered in his wonderful cum. Jake gave a few last spurts on her tits. Katie gathered herself for a second and looked up at Jake, "How did I do?"

Jake still reeling from his orgasm looked down at Katie into her beautiful eyes, "Katie you are an amazing woman, you are my Goddess and I will never worship or adore anyone but You."

الأربعاء، 20 فبراير 2013

Wrong Number

Wrong Number

Fun little story, with a little 'fun' sex, but nothing hard. Probably unlikely in real life, but what the hell, it's a story. I invented it. It didn't happen in real life.


"Damn it!" The attractive twenty-eight year old brunette muttered under her breath, as she put her I-phone back down on the bar in front of her. "All dolled up and ready for a great night out, and my damn husband has to stay on at work and finish some stupid project. Why couldn't he have rang me before I left home?"

She sat there silently fuming, the upmarket decorations of the upmarket lounge bar she was sitting in lost to her for the moment. She'd spent half the late afternoon primping and preparing herself for that evening out with her husband, carefully choosing the little black dress that he loved so much; the one that was so short and plunged so daringly, that their golden rule was that it only came out for their special evenings out together.

"All this leg and cleavage on display," she thought to herself. "With nobody around to appreciate it."

But she was wrong!

Oh how she was wrong.


The man, he was close enough to the standard tall dark and handsome that few but the very fussy would call you on it. Thirty-two years old, well dressed and shoes freshly polished. He's been watching the pretty young dark haired woman since she'd breezed in just five minutes before, instinctively licking his lips as he admired her long shapely, bare, tanned legs, with their dainty little high heeled shoes at one end, and the flouncy, questionable excuse for a skirt at the other.

And such a long tantalising length of leg in between them!

And so damn shapely.

The top, what there was of it, plunged daringly down between the swell of her full breasts, a worryingly fragile looking silver clasp appearing to be the only thing holding the whole thing together.

His mind was working overtime.

You may have been there? I bet yours would as well.

He'd seen and taken note of her reaction to the phone call she'd just taken, and knew that with a girl as pretty as the one sat by the bar, dressed as she was, if he didn't make his move soon, then there'd be a queue. So, raising himself from the shadows of the alcove where he'd been observing the bar from, he stepped quickly over towards the girl, feeling confident about himself, but not sure exactly how his approach would be accepted.

"Hi there," he started, flashing her his number one special smile. "You seem to be all on your own. Can I get you another drink?"

The girl, woman maybe, looked up at him, her surprise registering on her lovely face as she took in quite how hunky her new admirer was. Without answering she glanced up and down at this new man, liking what she saw, suddenly acutely aware of just how revealing her attire was, as she sat there, the skirt of her already overly short dress having ridden even further up her silky smooth thighs, and the flimsy plunging top offering very limited cover to her otherwise bare breasts, as the handsome dark haired man stood there, looking down at them.

Staring at them. Enjoying the view, and making the most of his priveledged position.

He made no pretence that he was doing anything but admiring all the bare flesh she was displaying, and she made no immediate move to spoil his viewing pleasure.

The woman breathed in deeply to steady her rapidly pounding heart, realising too late that the effect it would have, and the increased threat to the little silver clasp, would do nothing to diffuse the situation.

This turn of events had taken her totally by surprise, and she recognised that her evening could well turn out somewhat different to how she had expected.

But what to do now?

Put the man in front of her in his place or go along with it?

She knew that she really ought to remind the man that she was a happily married woman.

"Another drink would be fine," she verbalised her decision, throwing him a smile, wondering whether she'd made a terrible mistake.

"A gin and tonic with ice but no lemon for the lady please bartender," the man called out to the guy behind the bar. The very same bartender who'd been hovering close by, enjoying the stolen views of the sexy woman in the skimpy dress, that was about to be stolen from him by the newcomer.

The drink for her and a new one for the man in front of them, and the bartender sloped off to the other end of the bar, his interest more in the chance of a good tip, rather than hanging round to spy.

"Gordon. Gordon Mayhew," the man introduced himself offering her his hand.

"Lisa," answered the girl with yet another friendly smile, absolutely sure that his real name wasn't Gordon, any more than hers was Lisa.

All part of the game in a bar like this, as she took his large hand in her small one, the pair of them holding on to the other's hand for much longer than good manners would normally require.

"All on your own Lisa?" The man enquired politely. "Not expecting anyone to arrive and demand what I'm doing chatting up his beautiful young girlfriend?"

"All on my own Gordon," the girl confirmed, the use of his given name seeming strange. It somehow didn't suit him. "I was expecting someone, but he's not coming."

"Your date's let you down has he?" He asked, a look of surprise on his face. "He must be mad to miss out on an evening with a wonderful young lady like you."

"He wasn't exactly a date," the girl giggled back at him. "At least not a normal sort of date."

"Business perhaps?" He queried.

"Not exactly business. More a long time arrangement."

"A financial arrangement? Is that what you mean?"

"Sort of," she chuckled, mostly to herself, amused at the play on words that avoided her admitting that it was her husband that she'd been waiting for. "He paid for this dress that I'm wearing for example."

"And the shoes?"

"Yes, them as well."

"And your panties?" The man boldly demanded next. "Did he pay for those?"

"I suppose he did," she replied, blushing at her own daring, her mind flashing back to the tiny thong that she had slipped on just a few hours earlier. The very one, that by then was beginning to get very damp indeed.

"But apparently he wasn't generous enough to buy you a bra," he continued, making a point of staring down at the curve of the inside of her breasts, clearly visible between the gap down the front of her dress.

"Apparently not," she agreed, her own eyes glancing down to where his were, the impossibility that she had a bra on that evening more than obvious.

The pair of them looked up, holding one another's eyes for some moments in silence, both wondering where the hell this was going. Where would it end up?

"It seems that perhaps I have read you wrong then, beautiful young lady," the man took the initiative. "It would seem that you are a woman who expects her 'arrangements' to be of a financial nature. A --- eh --- professional lady should I say. But a particularly pretty and sweet one."

She gasped, trying to hide it. Oh God the evening was going so very different wasn't it. She felt herself becoming flustered, realising that her words had been taken the wrong way. Realising, with a sinking feeling that he was suggesting that she was a prostitute.

She'd have to put him right there!

Or would she?

A real live fantasy and perhaps she'd risk playing him along for a little longer.

What to do next?

She simply smiled back up at him.

"So what would three hundred buy me?" He questioned her, grinning at how his own evening was turning out so unexpectedly.

"Not a lot," she replied calmly, having absolutely no idea what the going rate might be, but feeling that if she had been selling, then she should be worth quite a bit more than that. Not that she planned on actually going through with it, did she?

Did she?

Well, did she?

The guy --- Did he call himself Gordon ---- Whatever, he was awfully cute, and ..... Well ..... Oh God, her panties were becoming awfully damp and sticky. Made thinking clearly, very difficult.

"Well I'm a three hundred maximum sort of guy," she heard the man replying to her rejection. "I've got quite a lot to offer myself honey, and I'm not really used to paying for it. If you weren't so damn pretty and sexy ....."

He left the veiled threat of walking away from it all unspoken, but the message was clear. It was her chance. Her one clear chance. Her chance to smile sweetly at him, stand up, straighten her dress, say goodnight and walk away. Her chance to escape from the situation she'd got herself into without further embarrassment. Perhaps she'd treat the handsome devil to a peck on the cheek. Perhaps he deserved that much.

"Three hundred eh." She heard herself saying. "That's really all?"

"Three hundred," he nodded, taking out his wad of money and counting out notes, away from any prying eyes. "Take it or leave it. But it's a good offer."

"Right," she decided on the spur of the moment. "But I'm not going up to your room, or out to your car. For three hundred you get what you can get right here in this bar. Anything that doesn't cause a fuss, embarrass us or get us thrown out."

She sat there smiling confidently at him, convinced that she'd called his bluff, sure that he wouldn't go for it. What on earth could he demand in a public place like that, that would be worth his three hundred?

"Fine," he said quietly to her surprise, sliding the wad of notes down the bar to her. "Let's see those lovely breasts of yours for starters."

Oh shit!

Oh damn it. What to do now?

""Come on Lisa," he encouraged her. "Give me a show."

She peered round the bar area in some desperation, checking that nobody was overlooking them and that the barman was not close by. She felt trapped by her own stupidity but couldn't see any way out of it; not without making a fool of herself. Some fantasy eh?

It would be so easy to do as well. With the dress she had on, it would just be a matter of sliding the edge back an inch or so to expose her nipple to him. Damn it; with the dress she had on, then he'd probably already glimpsed it several times already. Certainly the barman must have done earlier when he'd been hovering around her on the other side of the bar. Taking a big breath to steady herself, she tucked her forefinger inside the side of her dress, and with her insides turning somersaults, slid the dress slowly aside, gasping lightly as she felt it catch on her rock hard nipple, then shivering involuntarily as felt the nipple break free, aware that she'd exposed it to HIS eyes. Aware that she was displaying her full breast to him.

What the hell!

Tucking her dress in behind her now fully bared breast, she reached over to the other side and did the same to the other one, her breathing speeding up as she sat there, smiling, both bare breasts thrusting out at him.

She found herself enjoying it, and one look at the man in front of her made it clear that he was to.

"Beautiful," he commented calmly, simply, truthfully. "Can I touch them?"

She closed her eyes and nodded her head in agreement, unwilling to trust her voice as excited as she was. Her body going rigid, then shaking with pent up passion as she felt his finger tips caress her naked breasts, tracing their way round the curve of them, then squeezing them gently, cupping them, kneading them firmly. Unable to conceal a muffled squeal as he took her nipples between his fingers and rolled them, squeezed them, pulled firstly gently, and then less gently at them, as she thrust her breasts forward at him, ever more eager for his touch.

"Why don't you pop into the toilets and slip your panties off for me," he whispered to her, still toying with her breasts.

"No way," she shot back at him, her mind reeling but aware of where that might and probably would lead. "We have a deal and I said not leaving the bar."

"Take them off here then," he counter offered with a grin.

"No way," she repeated, clutching her hand to her mouth to suppress the squeal that she felt coming as he mauled her burning tits harder, squeezing her sensitive nipples even more roughly. She loved it!

"If you don't take them off, then I'll make you scream out loud," he threatened.

"You want them off so badly," she replied without thinking. "You take them off."

It became another of those 'what the hell' moments.

He slid her dress slowly up the little of her thighs that it still covered to expose her tiny thong, and she lifted her bottom up off the stool to allow him to slide it off. She shivered as she felt the flimsy garment slide down, gasping as the sticky bit between her legs came loose with a jerk, and sighed deeply as she sensed more than felt him slide them down her thighs, over her knees, down her shapely calves, catching for a moment on the heel of her shoe, till they were free.

That was it!

She was sat there in a public bar with no panties on, her dress almost to her waist, and her tits out on display, and this man standing there grinning at her, enjoying the display.

"You can touch me down there if you want," she told him, almost begged him, all pretence at any modesty long beyond recall. Opening her thighs wide to him, inviting his touch, oblivious to anything else around her.

He reached down and slid his finger slowly up her wet slit, giving her clit a gentle flick as he pulled it away.

She gasped.

She wanted more.

She craved more, but he stood there, teasing her, tormenting her, enjoying her desperation.

"Please!" she called out, a little louder than she meant to.

"Let's get a bit kinky, shall we?" he further taunted her.

"Anything," she cried out, grabbing his hand and trying to direct it back down to between her legs.

"Let's go to your house or my house. Choose now," and when he noticed that she opened her mouth to say no or to refuse to leave this bar, he continued,"and I don't accept refusal.". She was now beyond her previous refusal and she accepted to go to her house.

=== There's two ends to this story ===


(from Wife Plans Surprise For Hubby)

End#1: His name is Scott.

But he first suggested that they went to an Italian place with quiet, dark and secluded booths. They sat very close. They held hands often and shared a small kiss as well. After they finished eating, his hand fell on her bare thigh. It remained there as they talked though soon she sensed it was moving slowly upward. She made no move to resist. Then suddenly, their eyes locked and he leaned in and kissed her deeply. She had longed for it badly and it felt incredibly wonderful. She felt bad too but even that seemed to be exciting her as well.

As their kiss grew more passionate, his hand too inched higher. Sure no one was able to see under the table in the dim light, she simply spread her thighs to grant him better access. She jumped as she felt his fingers brush against her most personal place. As he kissed her and began to rub her through the lacy fabric she had to remind herself to breathe. She felt his hand try to move the fabric to the side. She spread her legs wider. Their tongues darted back and forth in each others mouths as his fingers worked their way into her soaking wet hole. Her right hand felt its way to his crotch and began to caress his bulging hard on through his slacks. It felt very large. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on it.

She couldn’t stop herself now if she wanted to. She was too turned on by Scott and besides, it was all her damn husbands fault for making her want to do it anyway. She quickly reminded herself that her husband wouldn’t be upset and that she wasn’t doing anything wrong and should enjoy herself as much as possible as she was sure her husband would want her to. It still felt weird to her, but Scott’s fingers quickly averted her attention back to what he was doing.

She couldn’t believe she was letting him, or anyone, do what he was doing, where he was doing it. Moments later she couldn’t have cared less if the whole damn restaurant was watching. His fingers found her clit and she virtually exploded in a quite arousing orgasm.

He was the only one who noticed but she still felt embarrassed. She had never cum like that in public to be sure. And by a man she just met. It felt incredible. Scott was very excited. When it hit, her eyes had rolled back and she made an intriguing little noise as she simultaneously sucked in her breath and, in an attempt to keep from crying out, bit her lip. Still a whimpering kind of cry did escape. Her back arched and her legs stiffened. Her thighs clamped down on Scott’s fingers, holding them in place. She shook silently for several seconds. Finally, slowly she began to relax. She could not believe that just happened. She no longer wanted to go to the theater. She suggested to Scott that they go back to her place and watch a movie there. He quickly agreed. They paid the bill and left.

Pulling out of the parking lot, she was beginning to feel quite mischievous now. She leaned over and began to rub his cock through his slacks. It was hard instantly. Then she began to unbutton his pants and soon she had his hard dick in her hand. He was trying hard to concentrate on driving. She was concentrating on his dick. She loved to way a man reacted to being touched by a woman. He was beginning to moan loudly. His dick was nice she thought. It was pretty big and thick. Her husband satisfied her fine but she was pleased that Scott had a large cock. He told her what she was doing felt great. When he came to a light, she leaned over and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. This gave her a serious rush. To have another mans dick in her mouth in a car at a stoplight seemed so bad. Yet it thrilled her so much. She swallowed more of his rigid tool. He was going nuts now. Driving was tough but they weren’t far away. He kept telling her she was so fucking hot and that her mouth felt so damn good. She started to suck harder now. Inspired by Scott’s obvious enjoyment she wanted badly to impress him.

He pulled into the visitor parking at the complex and quickly shut off the engine. He was glad not to have to concentrate on driving. She was so into what she was doing that she hadn’t even noticed the car turn off. A few moments later, he got louder and his body tensed. Before she realized what was happening he had filled her mouth was his load of cum. It turned her on to have her mouth filled with another mans cum. She couldn’t believe it, but she knew this would be a highlight later for her husband, and that drove her crazy with lust. She did her best to swallow as much as she could but a bit dripped down her chin and onto her pink top. She sat up and looked at him with glazed eyes and a satisfied look on her face. She wiped her chin with her fingers as Scott began to tell her what an incredible blowjob that was. She jokingly commented that she needed to change her shirt now and they quickly moved inside.

She told him to get comfortable on the couch and she would put a movie in and go change her shirt. As he got comfortable, she put in a porno and left it playing as she went off to change. He had told her many times how much he loved the picture of her in her blue baby doll. She changed into it now. She couldn’t believe what had happened already. Her husband would be going nuts later hearing all about it. She was going to have a lot of sex tonight. She was so excited. She laid back on the bed and began to rub herself through her blue thong. She was so wet. So hot. She slid her hand under her panties and began to rub her clit. She was so horny. She couldn’t believe her husband actually wanted her to fuck other men, but nonetheless she was going to enjoy her freedom while making his fantasy reality. She thought for a moment about calling him to tell him what she was doing. That would have made him crazy with lust being at work and knowing but not being able to do anything. No, not this time. He would get the full rundown as soon as he got home. She imagined his reaction as she played with herself. She replayed in her mind what had already occurred. She started to imagine her husband eating her pussy as she told him how he fingered her to orgasm in the restaurant. She imagined the look on his face when she told him she swallowed Scott’s cum. She was beginning to lose herself when a knock at the door interrupted her. She cried out to him that she’d be right out.

His eyes were transfixed as she made her appearance in the nearly invisible blue fabric. His jaw dropped. She sat next to him and they locked in a long, deep, embrace. He kissed her hard. She broke it off though and said they had to watch the movie. She had picked out an all girl flick. She knew guys got off on the idea of girls fucking other girls. She’d even fantasized about the idea. She knew her husband would love to see her do it was another girl and they had purchased this movie recently. Scott quickly commented that he loved to watch two girls together. She asked him if that meant he had, and he told her that his ex-girlfriend was bisexual. She decided to turn him on. She told him that she had never been with a woman but that she thought about it all the time. Not quite the truth but it got the reaction she was seeking.

She once again worked his cock free from his pants as she told him that she’d love to eat a girl out. His excitement was obvious. He began to take over, telling her how much he’d love to see her lick another girls pussy and things like that. Meanwhile she leaned over and once again began to suck on his delicious hard cock. Though they barely knew each other, there was an incredible sexual attraction between them. The passion was intense. He removed his shirt and they both removed his pants. She decided they should move to the bedroom because she knew it would excite her husband later.

They moved to the bedroom and fell into a deep kiss as they fell together onto the bed. He laid along side her and began to run his left hand over her chest. His strong hand felt soft on her small, beautiful breasts. His fingers began to play with her right nipple. It was so hard. His touch felt electric.

His mouth found her left nipple and his hand began to slide down between her legs. His fingers slid under the blue satin and into her hot, wet and throbbing pussy. His fingers felt incredible. He was so excited by how soft and how warm and how wet she was. He slid his middle finger all the way in and she shuddered. She uttered a meek sounding ‘Yesss’ before he removed his finger. He then slid it upward and found her beautiful little clit. He began to rub and flick his fingers across her swollen, sensitive nub. Soon she was going nuts. His touch was eliciting a rather erotic response. Her husband always told her how sexy she looked having sex. She loved how good Scott’s fingers felt. They didn’t compare to her husbands but she was actually pleased about that.

Then she felt his tongue suddenly on her clit and she nearly jumped out of her skin. She knew she cried out but she wouldn’t have been able to tell anyone what she had tried to say. It was an unintelligible sort of cry. The kind you only hear from a woman in sexual bliss. As his tongue worked her clit and his fingers explored her tight pussy, she began to cry out ‘ohmygodyes’ over and over. Suddenly she began to feel an explosive orgasm. This was gonna be a doozy. She exploded in an intense prolonged rolling, thunderous climax. She came over and over in intense waves of sheer ecstasy. What seemed to her to be nearly ten long minutes of intense orgasm, was in reality only about 60 short seconds or so. Slowly she began to regain her composure.

When she finally reopened her eyes, she saw him over her jerking his stiff cock. All she could say was ‘god I fucking need that in me!’. He quickly obliged her. As he pushed his cock up against her hungry pussy, she closed her eyes and bit her lip in anticipation. She was about to have another man inside her. His cock plunged deep into her. Filling her. It was happening. His dick was inside her bareback.

She thought quickly about her husband. In an instant a thousand thoughts went though her mind. Her initial reaction is that what she was doing was wrong.

Her next thought was ‘god damn this feels good’. He fucked her very hard and deliberately. He was very good and their bodies moved together in rhythm. His big dick felt so good inside her. He used it very well. Her hips gyrated and her muscles clenched around him. He was tremendously aroused and would have cum quickly had she not gotten him off earlier. She loved everything about this and for a moment tried to focus and take it all in. Fucking a stranger she just met in the bed she shared with her husband while he was at work. The whole scenario was so excitingly dirty. So unlike her but it felt so good somehow. And it looked so good too. She looked at him as he fucked her. He was very attractive. He looked so good naked. She looked down between her legs and saw his cock pumping into her. That sent another rush through her body.

She suddenly understood completely what her husband meant when he said that sex just looks so incredible. For a moment she felt that she must look like a porn star and it thrilled her to be doing this. She felt so sexy. Her husband always had made her feel sexy but this was something he could not help her to experience. She was secure in the knowledge that sex with her husband was fantastic. But she had wondered if it would be different with another guy. It was. It felt great. Incredible. But different. She loved it but wouldn’t trade her husband for it. He felt different in a much better way. But she was glad he had planted his seed. This was an incredible experience. She couldn’t wait to tell him.

Scott however wasn’t quite finished yet and he quickly regained her full attention. His cock was pounding into her hard. He fucked her for some time. She decided soon however that she wanted him in her from behind. One of her husband’s favorite positions. She knew he’d like that. His cock filled her so deep that way. She was going nuts. He was fucking her so hard. Suddenly her vision went blank and she seemed almost to melt as she succumbed once again to a mind bending orgasm.

It was at this point that Scott lost it and exploded inside her. For a fly on the wall the scene would have rivaled any in recorded history. The sight of the two of them would have made the Pope horny. It was incredible. The two of them collapsed in a heap.

They laid there talking for a while. Then he said that he should be going. They both agreed that it was fantastic and that they would keep in contact. She sat up at the side of the bed as he began to get dressed. As she did she found his limp cock not more than a foot and a half away. She reached out for it. He froze. She began to stroke it. It got hard quickly. She urged him closer and he obliged. Then she wrapped her lips around it and he cried out. She decided to give him one for the road. Her pussy was burning again and her left hand slid down and began to rub herself while she massaged his balls with her right. She sucked hard on the head of his large dick. She was so turned on again. His eyes were transfixed to what she was doing. It looked so good sliding between her lips. Filling her mouth. This chick was so hot. So damn sexy. A moment later he exploded in her sweet mouth.

She took about half his load in her mouth before pulling it out and jacking the rest off onto her pretty face. Though she was anything but, doing all this made her feel so slutty. It was an experience she would never forget. Scott finished getting dressed and left soon after.

She called her husband to tell him to make sure he hurried home because she had a surprise for him. When he pressed her to tell him what it was she told him only that she’d had a date. She’d tell him no more than that though as she knew how much he loved to be teased. He’d have to wait. She put down the phone and began to rub herself. It was gonna be one hell of a night!


(from Wife Reamed Out By Hubby's Friend)

End#2: His name is Tim. Her name is Angie.

He drove her to her house with her guidance of course. And they made out in the kitchen.

The light from the kitchen gave them away. Tim lay between Angie's legs driving down on top of her. His ass would raise high in the air and then he would plunge into her. Angie's legs spread wide, one foot rest on the back of the sofa while the other seated on the coffee table. Her knees straight up.

The soft moans coming from her quickly was loud. The sloshing sounds coming from between her legs made anyone aware that, yes, Tim was inside her and not only that, she was soaking wet. A gasp sounded from her mouth every time he plunged downward deep inside her.

The rhythm and power of his hips drove Angie's ass into the sofa. I could see how his cock had split her open. His up and down motions were much more pronounced than her husband's. Angie's hand grasped at the cheek of his ass, the other clawed at his back. She sounded as though she was trying to muffle her sounds. She could hardly hold back the moaning and gasps.

It was a live porno with the exception being, the actress was a real wife and the actor a stranger. How did this happen? She isn't like this. She has always been an innocent angel, a perfect mom.

Angie's head started to thrash from side to side, her hips raised as if to give him more of her. He never lost his rhythm as she began to lightly squeal. I heard him trying to quiet her.

"Shhhhhh." He sounded off in a whispering tone.

"Ohhhhhhhhh...mmmphhhhh." She moaned and squealed as she came with more intensity than I had ever seen her cum with.

Angie's hips collapsed on the sofa. Tim did not let up. He kept fucking her, driving inside of her. He plunged to such depths that his nuts slapped her asshole.

Tim started jerking pounding down into Angie's hips so hard. He started to grunt as he came. He drove down and stopped for a second, back out and in and stopped. He was shooting his cum deep inside Angie.

Tim had finished, he rested on top of Angie and they began kissing. Angie's hips began to grind as Tim had never pulled his massive piece of meat out of her. She humped up at him while they tongued one another's mouth. She was grinding her hips into his, feeling his meat inside her. The size of his cock was rubbing against her clit. I found out later that to be true. The wet noises were louder now. His cum had mixed with her juices and was nothing but a wet mess.

Angie began to jerk and groan. She came again. She had never done that before.

Tim pulled himself from her and sat up only to lean back on the sofa. Angie laid spread eagle. You could see what a mess her cunt was. The lips lay out soaked, her cunt was gaped open and her pussy was shining in the soft light. She looked so used.

She then got up and moved her head to his lap taking his cock in her mouth. She began to suck him with such vigor. He looked enormous in her mouth and she bobbed her head up and down slobbing. She would stop and kiss the head and run her lips and tongue along the shaft. She stopped at the slit of his cock and probed it with the tip of her tongue moaning all the while. She made love to his cock with her mouth.

Tim began to fuck her mouth as she started stroking him. It only took a few minutes and he spewed loads of cum in her mouth. It leaked from the sides down over her lips and chin. She withdrew him, closing her mouth and forcing gobs of cum out which fell to the sofa.

الثلاثاء، 19 فبراير 2013

Wife's First Affair

Wife's First Affair

My wife and I met when we were in high school. Shortly after she graduated we were married. I was the first and only man my wife had sex with. After 8 years of marriage she was as beautiful as the day we met. I loved her small but perfectly shaped breasts and the shape of her ass in her tight jeans. I could not have asked for more.

Although my wife and I were happy, I always felt that I had missed something having married so young. I wanted the opportunity to have sex with other woman. Not wanting to cheat on my wife, I brought up the subject of swinging a few times. My wife, who was a little shy and not very outgoing when it came to sex, wanted no part of it. She accused me of not loving her any more.

One Sunday night my wife and I went out to a club. After a long night of partying I wanted to go home because it was getting late I had work in the morning. Although my wife was not happy about leaving the club we started for home.

On the way home my wife suggested that we stop some place for one more drink. After a small argument, I told her I would drop her off at a bar up the street from where we lived and she could call me when she was ready to come home. Mean while I would go home and get some sleep. To my surprise, my wife agreed and I dropped her off.

It was not until 5:30 am the next morning when my wife finally called. She told me she was at some guy's house that she had met at the bar the night before and wanted me to come and get her. I asked her if he had fucked and she said yes.

Not knowing where she was I asked her to walk out to the main road so I could find her. When I got there and saw her standing by the side of the road she looked like she was still drunk. Her hair was a mess and she looked like she had just climbed out of bed. We did not talk much on the way home, not until we got home and she was getting ready for bed.

As my wife was getting undressed for bed, I asked her what happened? She climbed in bed wearing nothing but her panties. She was too drunk to put on a nightgown. I asked her again, what happened? She told me that after the bar closed a guy she was talking to invite her to his house for a drink and she went with him. After that all she could remember was when she woke up and realized where she was, she was completely naked and that the guy she had met was on top of her, fucking her.

My wife told me that she did not know what to do so she just laid there and waited for him to finish. She said she did not think he was ever going to stop fucking her but that she finally felt him cum inside her. She told me that when she called me to come and get her.

I felt the front of my wife's panties. There were soaked. I slide my wife's panties off and spread her legs to examine her pussy. Normally my wife would not allow me to do this but because she was still drunk she offered no resistance. When I saw my wife's pussy it was open, red, and swollen. The surrounding was wet and matted down. I could also see a small amount of cum seeping out of her. I knew that who ever used my wife's pussy had used it hard.

I climbed between my wife's legs and slide my cock into her. I never felt her so wet and open before. As I started to pump my cock in her she jumped in pain. When I asked her what was wrong she told me that the guy she was with was big and that she was sore. Picturing my wife's pussy being used by another man with a large cock, it wasn't long before I was pumping my load into my wife's already cum filled pussy.

For the next several days I fucked my wife every chance I got. I could not get the picturing of my wife lying there, legs spread, while another man using her for his sexual pleasure. My wife and I fuck more in those following days than we had fucked in years. I was shocked when two weeks later my wife suggested we try an open marriage. She wanted to go back and see the guy that had taken advantage of her when she was drunk.

Pleasure Cruise

Pleasure Cruise
bySean Renaud©

Sara dragged a deep relaxing breath into her chest as she felt the crisp sea breeze crossover her bared chest. Her hardened nipples were pointed straight upward at the cloudless sky overhead and her entire body glistened with a combination of sweat and oil. Whatever tan lines she may have had when the trip began were long since faded and her entire body had an even tan now. The black shades she perpetually wore concealed her pretty brown eyes that occasionally opened to see who was ogling her. She didn't mind. Actually she only minded when nobody was checking her out. She'd spent the last several months working out to tone her body into its current Coke bottle form.

Right now the only other person on the deck was Justin. He was wearing a pair of black swim trunks with a white tribal symbol on one leg. Like most men of his age the shorts could almost have been considered pants, they reached midway down his calf and made his already slender frame seem gaunt. His bright blue eyes were however where they were supposed to be, inching up over Sara's thighs to her trimmed twat. He seemed stuck there for a moment as a few fantasies leapt through his mind them moved higher on her frame. It wouldn't have hurt Sara to move up a bust size. A good firm handful of flesh would have elevated Sara from hot to unbelievable. A bad boy smirk curled his lips as he realized not only was she awake but she was watching him.

"Hey babe." Justin said in his usual swagger walking up to Sara brazenly staring at her hardened nipples for a moment before staring over the railing at the sea.

She never knew what to say to Justin. The way he stared at her just made her nethers drip with lust. Sara turned slightly to face him letting her eyes slowly move over his back before letting a rumbling purr escape her lips. "Hey yourself." As he turned to face her she ran her tongue over her lips.

As usual he ignored her advances, not so much as a flicker of interest in those baby blues, a feat he took great pride in. "Not to much farther till we arrive at Isla Cielo." He dragged his gaze away from her glistening lips to start back over the horizon and gently rocking waters. "So, tell me, what do you expect to find at Cielo?"

"Just stretches of beautiful beach so they can take pictures of me." Sara replied turning her head towards Jason. She could barely see the horizon over his along side his waist. "I don't know why you are so shy. You can take off your shorts anytime you want you know?" Sara suggested licking her lips again and batting her eyes in a wasted gesture.

"Fine. If you'll show me yours I'll tell you mine." Jason responded turning around slowly leaning against railing. Even through her glasses he could read her expression. Sara stared at him again, a sudden warmth spreading from her womanhood up into her stomach as she experienced his personality. She drew in a deep breath swelling her breasts slightly she barely noticed her hand wandering down between her thighs to stroke her engorged clit.

She might not have been entirely aware of what she was doing but Jason was, his brown eyes had instantly zoned in on her wet pussy. For a long moment he just stared at her, his smirk turning to a full smile as he reached down and untied his trunks. As she pushed a pair of her slender digits into her moist pussy Jason lowered his trunks to his ankles.

Just under seven inches of hard flesh was revealed as Jason stepped out of his trunks. "I'm glad you like it." Jason teased walking toward her. Sara remained still her gaze focused on the bobbing cockhead approaching her. A clear drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip teasing the tanning nymph to taste it. Reaching up with one hand she lowered her shades so she could look into her eyes before she wrapped her slender digits around his manhood.

Using her thumb she smeared his juices over the head of his cock teasingly tightening her grip. Within a few moments Jason's thighs had a slight tremble as he stroked his manhood leaning up slowly and tracing the underside her tongue. His heart was beating so hard that she could feel it through his cock. "Mmmm. You taste good Jason." He didn't respond, instead he braced himself against the lounge chair she was laying on.

Using his cock as a handle she guided him around till he was standing at the head of the chair, his legs just slightly parted. Sara rolled over onto her knees keeping his cock in grasp and carefully knelt on the chair her tongue dancing along the underside of his scrotum as she stroked him off. "You like that Jason?" He didn't quite form a word, instead he lightly moaned and nodded in response. Sara giggled running her tongue the length of his shaft tracing around the crown slowly. "Nuh uh. You gotta tell me what you like, or else I won't know."

Jason felt his hands clench into fists then slowly relax as she continued her assault on his manhood. Stomach muscles tightened as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his dick. Once she had his cock firmly between her warm soft lips she started twirling her tongue all around the crown. Every time her tongue flickered along the "v" on the underside of his cock it leapt in her mouth. In less than a minute she had him pulsing, just inches away from exploding in her mouth.

"Not just yet big man." Sara stood up the tips of her toes so her lips were brushing against his. Quickly she brought the saran up behind his head and pulled him down for a kiss. His eyes shot open as he felt her tongue push past her his lips and twirled with his. Nimble fingers went to work untying the knot keeping his trousers up and let them slide down to his knees. "Say something sweet."

"Like please don't stop?" Jason replied wriggling slightly easing his trunks down to the deck and kicking them aside.

"Oh I'm not sure I would stop even if you asked me to." She whispered wrapping her arms around his shoulder and pulling herself up. Sara rested her feet on the railing behind him sliding her moist outer lips along his hard shaft. I think if you tried to stop me I'd just throw you down and ride." She purred biting down on his are lobe and gently tugging on it.

Jason gripped Sara's ass and pulled her up against him aiming his cock at her dripping hole. "Don't worry if you did try to stop I'd just take you by the hair and rape you." He hissed back grinding his cock against her opening. A slight squeal escaped her lips as the tip slipped into her pussy.

"You can't rape the willing." She replied dropping her weight down and impaling herself on his cock. Only the railing kept him from collapsing as his legs weakened beneath him. "Just hold still for me big boy." Sara's nails dug into his shoulders as she started riding up and down on his cock. Each time she pulled up nearly letting his cock escape her cunt before plunging downward.

Jason's eyes glazed over as she ground her lips against his a muffled moan escaping her. Fingers locked down on the railing desperate to support his weight while pumping his hips back against her own. After a few moments he managed to get his rhythm down plunging his tongue into her mouth. It was Sara that finally broke the kiss whipping her head back in ecstasy and her hair settling down over Jason's shoulders in the end. Jason's eyes clenched shut as Sara bit down on his lip tugging roughly as she clawed into his shoulders. The combined sensations would have been painful if not for the wonderful feelings she was sending to his cock.

For a brief moment the world went pure white as Sara felt his cock bottom out in her cunt. Her muscles all locked in to place as her pussy exploded in a series of spasms that coated his cock in her juices. A shriek parted her lips as her hips finally started to work furiously riding out the wave of euphoria. "Gods."

The sudden tempo change was more than Jason' could handle letting his head fall back as he slowly slide down to deck with Sara still riding him. His hands moved to her hips guiding her to just the right spot before digging his fingers into her flesh and groaning. He felt his entire body stiffen as he came. He lost count after the first three draining blasts flooded her cunt. "Damn, that was good." Jason whispered gently kissing her forehead.

"Definitely." Sara replied kissing his lips cradling his face. "Look behind you." Jason sighed deeply turning his head toward the horizon.

The sun was setting behind the island which was much closer now. Even in the dying light they could make out the palm trees that lined the black sand beach and almost see the waves as they splashed up on the land. "We should get some rest." Jason said finally lifting Sara from his lap and getting to his feet. "I'll see you in the morning beautiful." He kissed her one last time, letting his tongue briefly dance with hers before walking below deck to his room. Sara walked over to one of the lounge chairs and lay down putting her shades on to keep the boat lights from waking her when they came on.

Sailing into the Wilderness

Sailing into the Wilderness

A gentle rocking roused Charlotte from her deep sleep. She'd slept well last night; then again, anyone can sleep well after they have a bottle of red wine all on their own. It took a while for her to gather her bearings with the morning light pouring down onto her bed from above her. She was reluctant to open her eyes -- still shaken by where she felt she was and where she actually was.

The rocking is what threw her off.

After a bit of an internal struggle, she opened her eyes. Slowly, avoiding the piercing pain in her head that was inevitable combining a bottle of red wine and early morning sun, she awoke, inhaled and exhaled deeply. The rich scent of pine, water and wilderness filled her lungs.

"The boat," she thought bitterly as she rolled over onto her side. Of all the places she could have been that morning, she was on the boat. The deathtrap. The prize award from her divorce.


She'd never exactly wanted the boat. Her idiot of an ex-husband, Greg, had disappeared early in the morning on a Saturday in March, only two months after they had gotten married, only to return after dark with the papers for a brand new, 38' sailboat. The money that she had been hoping they'd use for a down payment on a house had just squandered away on a sailboat. She didn't even know if he knew how to sail and her knowledge of the "sea" was limited to a day and weekend trips on an inland lake that she'd taken in her teenage years.

He had visions of grandeur and adventure for the two of them. They would abandon their rented condo in the city and sail to the ocean after spending the summer in the Great Lakes. They would make their way to the East Coast and cruise their way down the Caribbean and spend the winter island hopping in the warm, crystal blue waters.

How either of them would pay for the trip down there was still to be determined. He had a good, well-paying job -- as one would, having just purchased a sailboat -- but he wasn't one of the "old-timers". He was the youngest partner at the firm, by at least ten years, and had only very recently gotten the promotion. He certainly could not simply abandon his job and his work for six months on a boat! And Charlotte was in no position to leave her job as a teacher at a small Montessori school in the suburbs.

She was young -- very young -- a recent graduate, having only just obtained her Masters degree, at the tender age of 24. She'd met Greg, fallen stupidly in love, and after only two months of dating one another they were engaged. Four months of engagement and they were married. Three months of marriage they were separated and by four months, they were divorced.

Charlotte hated being a woman already divorced by the time she had turned 25. When she had married Greg she had been under the impression that they would be together forever. They were both attractive, they related to one another in a way she had never related to anyone before. Sure, he was about ten years older than she was, but age was irrelevant for her. Their sex life was mind blowing and they cared for one another. He could be a bit selfish from time to time, but in her mind, all men were that way. It wasn't until he bought the boat totally out of the blue and without saying a single word to her that she realized something was wrong.

She was not one to snoop or pry into her husband's business. Up until the boat incident, Charlotte had trusted Greg completely. Sure, she fell asleep alone nearly every other night of the week, but he was a partner in a big accounting firm, of course there were going to be nights where he was working late into the night and wouldn't get home until the wee hours of the morning. And she had gotten used to -- and even enjoyed -- the weight of him slipping into bed next to her while she was still half asleep. "Two in the morning sex" as she fondly referred to it became her favorite part of dreaming. Greg's cold hands would slip under the covers, gently glide across the curve of her hip, warming as they trailed down her side. When his hands reached her ass, he would ever-so-gently nudge her leg off to one side and slip his hand down between her legs, seeking out the hot center. She was nearly always wet when she roused in the middle of the night and he would use it to his advantage. He would slip inside of her as easily as he'd slipped into bed next to her. If the penetration didn't wake her up, the rough, carnal groan that escaped from deep in his throat would. He would rock her back and forth, spooning her from behind, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist, forcing her down and pushing him further inside until he came -- usually no more than two or three minutes later -- and then fell asleep, still inside her.

The late-night sex became more and more infrequent, though, and the nights of the week where he returned home before midnight turned to one day a week. It wasn't until Charlotte arrived at a company outing in April -- one she was supposed to meet him at -- that the pieces of Greg's infidelity puzzle started to fall into place. He had been absent, a surprise to all of his co-workers, and one of the receptionists at the firm was also surprisingly absent. Not wanting to jump to conclusions, Charlotte gave her husband the benefit of the doubt and stayed for an hour and a half, hoping that he would surprise her by showing up. When she arrived home to find the lights in the bedroom on, she was really ready to tear him a new one. When she walked towards the kitchen and saw a tiny redhead in nothing but a lace thong and Charlotte's favorite apron fleeing for the stairs, she was ready to kill him.

It had been Greg's intention to simply sell the sailboat during the divorce. He hadn't even gotten the chance to take it out of it's slip and he was ready to sell it back. His receptionist mistress suffered from horrible motion sickness and he was quickly starting to realize what Charlotte had known all along -- owning a sailboat was a stupid idea when you barely have time for a weeklong vacation. Charlotte, on the other hand, saw this as an opportunity. Even though she didn't have much of an interest for sailing and she was afraid that the whole thing was going to flip right over in a high wind, Greg had spent a lot of money on it and if anyone was going to sell it, it should be her. After all, she was the one who was hurt in all of this. She got the sailboat, every high tech piece of equipment that went with it and even the slip it was docked at. If anything, it would be a nice place to go on the weekends. She could invite her girlfriends over for drinks and they could pretend they were in Key West without ever leaving the Midwest.

The more time that Charlotte spent on the vessel, however, the more she grew to like it. In May, she found someone at the nearby yacht club who was willing to give her some advanced sailing lessons and to help her brush up on the basics she'd learned as a teenager. By the end of the month, she felt brave enough to take the large boat out into the open water on her own. By June, after school had let out for the summer, she found herself spending most of her week on the boat and would take it out onto the lake, sometimes traveling 30 miles over the course of two days, spending each night in a different, small marina. Then, a week before the first of July, she found herself making phone calls to her family and closest friends, letting them know that she was headed north for the summer and wouldn't be back to the city until sometime in late August. Each person she spoke to protested her decision. Her parents called the boat a "deathtrap", convinced she was going to sink in a storm or drown. Her closest friend asked her if "going away for the summer" really meant suicide. Charlotte scoffed at all of them and promised she'd keep in touch as often as she could. She just needed the time away, the time to herself.

On July 1st, just as the sun was rising, she cast off her lines from the dock and headed north. She had some boating charts that her acquaintance from the yacht club had given her. He'd told her that all of his charts were electronic and he would be throwing them away anyway. He had given her charts for Illinois, Wisconsin, Michigan and northern Ontario. She ultimately decided on Lake Superior after browsing through the charts that she'd acquired. She conveniently kept this information from her parents and friends. They were worried about her enough already. They didn't need to know that she was planning on tackling one of the most notoriously mysterious and difficult lakes in the system.


So here she was. Charlotte, the girl from the suburbs of Chicago, a quiet, elementary school teacher was alone in the middle of the vast wilderness of Lake Superior. She'd never experienced such a quiet as the one she was facing now. She was alone -- really, really alone -- and had been for the past week since she entered the lake through the locks. The weather had been surprisingly forgiving -- much to her elation. The water was calm, the wind just right for a slow sail, the fog was minimal and she had not seen a single boater, with the exception of fishermen, in the past week. She was in Canada, that much she knew. She also knew she was sailing along a natural park and campgrounds, though she hadn't seen a single camper yet.

She stretched once more and decided that now was as good a time as any to get up and out of bed. The boat rocked gently with her shifting from one side to the other and steadied once she was on her feet. She padded into the galley and opened up the cabin doors, taking in the warm rush of air that immediately filled the area below deck with summery, fresh wilderness air.

The air, now that was something that she loved about this trip. After leaving the shores of southern Lake Michigan, it was as if something had changed. The air became cleaner, the water became clearer, everything felt so fresh and natural. It was as if Charlotte had the chance to shed off her old life in the city and start all over again. She knew that she had obligations back home, but when she sailed through the straights in Michigan, she suddenly understood the appeal of Greg's dream to sail off to the Caribbean. When she went through the locks and entered Superior, she started to wonder if she could find a job teaching somewhere in the area. She didn't know how she was going to return to the vast urban jungle that awaited her return in August.

Charlotte stepped up to the deck, her water bucket in hand. She peered down into the water. The boat was telling her the water depth was fifteen feet where she was anchored, but she would have never guessed it. She could see straight to the bottom -- it looked no deeper than three feet. The bucket dipped down into the water and for the first time since the previous night when she had anchored, she looked at her surroundings. A well-protected cove, sheltered by granite bluffs and tall pine trees. Most of the shore was large boulders, save for a small bit of land just to the back of the boat with a little bit of sand and small pebbles. Charlotte breathed deep again, even though she had been out of the city for a couple of weeks now, she felt like she was still trying to vacate the city air from her lungs.

She lifted the bucket from the water and set it on the deck. Leaning over to gather some of the water in her hands, she splashed cool water over her bare legs then brought some to her face. Just as she was about to lift her nightgown up and over her head, she stopped.

"Red..." she said to herself softly, spotting something in the trees just beyond the spit of sand and pebbles on the shore. She may have had an entire bottle of red wine the previous night, but she had been certain there had NOT been a tent there when she eventually crawled off to bed. She grabbed her binoculars from the cockpit and peered through them to the clearing of trees. Sure enough, a red tent stood erected barely within eyesight. A yellow bag hung high up in the trees -- a camper's attempt to keep their food and essential items away from bears.

She wondered when her anchorage mate had arrived. She certainly hadn't heard any tromping through the woods or setting up of camp -- the again, her ears had been buzzing from the alcohol last night. She was both impressed and even a little angry with the mystery person up on shore. Impressed in that even she, the woman who mastered the sailboat in record time and was brave enough to make this trip all on her own, wouldn't have had the balls to set up camp in the dark. Angry in that she was in no position to leave the anchorage; the forecast was reporting for winds to pick up and she desperately needed to bathe and had hoped to be alone as she wasn't one to dive off the boat naked when other people were present.

Charlotte sighed and walked back down into the cabin of her boat. She poured her water into a teakettle for coffee on the tiny galley stove and dove down into the little galley ice chest for the last two eggs from her last provisioning. Like everyday, as she cooked herself a meagre breakfast, she wondered what she would do with her day. She was nearly through all of her reading material she had brought with her. Even though the first week of her trip had consisted of extremely long days and very short nights, lately, only traveling 5-10 miles a day left her with a lot of spare time on her hands. She'd hiked when the opportunity arose, but as much as she loved the wild wilderness of the area she was in, she was growing tired of hiking along dark trails with dense tree coverage with the periodic reward of a hilltop view of expansive green and blue. Her radio provided her a bit of companionship during the dusky evening hours, but she was growing tired of listening to the thoughts going through her head.


*knock knock*

Of all the sounds that Charlotte had grown used to being on a boat, knocking was not one of them.

*knock knock*

She couldn't lie, it was a bit startling, especially since she had been so engrossed in the book in her lap.

"Hello?" a male voice called from outside.

Charlotte was definitely startled. She could pretend she was sleeping below, not a problem. She had encountered a few kind people along the way -- mostly people roughly her parents' age, in marinas, who realized that she was sailing all alone. Just to hear another voice though, someone who wasn't her or the Coast Guard droning over the marine radio...

"Hello?" it was a bit more tentative this time.

Male voice, couldn't tell the age by the voice at all -- not old-old. Frantic thoughts started to race through her mind. She wondered if anyone had ever been kidnapped off their boat. Her mind wandered to rape and murder.

"Why is it always the extreme-extremes?" she chastised herself for thinking it in the first place.

"Hang on," she said, feigning sleepiness in her voice to make him think he'd just woken her up from a late-morning nap. She marked her place in the book she was reading and slowly made her way out of the cabin into the warm, July sun.

"Hi," a voice from over the side of the deck said. Charlotte smiled to herself just a little bit.

"What? Did you swim all the way out here?" she asked as she peered over the edge. She jumped a bit though when she realized she didn't have to peer too far down to the water.

"Something like that," the man said as he sat in his kayak, using his paddle as leverage to keep him close to the hull of the boat.

"Hi," Charlotte said, somewhat stunned. She looked back up towards shore and the red tent and yellow sack were gone from the trees. She turned her gaze back towards the man in the kayak and smiled slightly. He was, in a word, rugged. If he wasn't more or less clean shaven -- he had a bit of stubble -- he had a strange appearance that gave her the impression that he'd been camping out in the wilderness for months. He didn't have long hair, but it was definitely shaggy around the ears, chin and neck. He had kind, soft eyes that were a deep shade of green and his smile was radiant. Full, red lips (possibly tinged from the sun) and dazzling white teeth. She couldn't see much of his physique between the life vest he was wearing and his legs hidden beneath the kayak hull. His arms were well toned and muscular -- even under a wetsuit -- and his hands were large and strong.

"I'm headed out," he said, very nonchalantly, "I just wanted to apologize to you for disturbing the peace last night."

"Disturbing...what?" she asked.

"I just, I came in to the campground late last night and I may have made a bit of a ruckus setting up camp," he explained. "I didn't even see your boat out here in the anchorage and I tend to be a bit noisy when I think I'm all alone in an area."

"Oh," Charlotte said, shaking her head and silently kicking herself for not turning on the boat light the previous night. "Don't worry about it. I didn't hear a thing."

"Heavy sleeper," he said with a smile. "No harm done then."

"Yeah, no, don't worry about it," she said shaking her head.

"I just know how some of you boaters like to be left alone," he continued. "I haven't been on the lake in about a week now. I've been making my way down the river and just portaged over this way late last night. I'll tell you, the woods are scary as hell after dark."

"I can imagine," she said, nodding without much interest.

"Anyway, I'll be on my way," he said, gently pushing off the hull. "Where you headed?"

"I don't know yet," she said, a bit of a bluff. She knew she was headed further west, but she didn't know how far the next trip would be for her. "You're leaving now? Even with the wind forecast as it is?"

"Forecast schmorecast," he said with a smile. "Don't believe anything about anything with Superior weather."

Charlotte nodded, even though she could see the tops of the pine trees swaying in the wind on top of the bluffs.

"Safe travels," she said.

The kayaker nodded.

"You alone?" he asked as he dipped a paddle in the water, sending ripples towards her. For a moment, the illogical rape and murder thought sprang into her head -- she couldn't blame herself, she was from Chicago.

"I guess I am," she replied cooly. "You?"

"You know it," he said, still smiling. "Unless you consider Mother Nature a travel companion."

"A pretty silent companion, if I do say so myself," Charlotte said, returning his smile for the first time.

"Are you kidding? Mother Nature is one talkative lady if I do say so myself," he retorted. "Keeps me from getting sleep at night sometimes." He effortlessly glided past the boat towards the mouth of the cove. "Anyway, you stay safe now. Enjoy the summer!"

"Thanks, you too." And with that, the man in the kayak glided across the water, carefully maneuvering around a boulder in the water and out of Charlotte's line of view.

She didn't quite know what to make of the brief encounter. On the one hand, she wanted to follow him right out of the anchorage -- if only to have the human companionship for a few more days. On the other hand, it seemed so strange to have a complete stranger come up, knock on the side of the boat and engage in a conversation. And apologize! Oh, the apology. Why even bother? She shook her head and retreated back below deck to pick up her reading once more.


Setting the anchor was Charlotte's least favorite part about boating. The anchor was so heavy. It was so exhausting getting it just right. And if it didn't set, she had to go and do it all over again. God forbid, if it dragged in the middle of the night and she had to go and set it. Again. Setting the anchor was the only part of her day where Charlotte wished she had Greg -- no, not Greg, ANY other man -- to drop and set the anchor for her.

After two days at anchor in the cove where she had met the kayaker, she hoisted anchor and headed fifteen miles to the west. After sitting in the anchorage for an hour or so, she realized how similar it was to the previous. The sand and small pebble beach was a bit larger, a bit longer, but there were still high bluffs and pine trees everywhere. Charlotte made herself a small dinner, trying not to go through any of her food too quickly.

After cleaning, as the sun was starting to set, she headed back out into the cockpit with a glass of wine. Sunset was, by far, her favorite part of the day. The colors were usually incredible and there was a peaceful quiet that settled over everything at dusk.

Suddenly, somewhere off to her right, there was a light splashing.

"Fish jumping," she thought to herself and turned her head slightly. Then sharply. There, a bit more pronounced than before, was the unmistakable peak of a tent. A yellow bear sack was tied up high in the branches of a tree and there was just the slightest point of a yellow kayak sticking out from a clearing.

Charlotte was surprised, but then again, she wasn't. She knew the kayaker was on the lake now. But 15 miles? In two days? She had to hand it to him, he had more strength in him than she could imagine having in herself. She took a contented sip of her wine and turned again. He was in the water. He was the one who she'd just heard splashing. The first (and only) time that she'd seen him, he was in a life vest and wetsuit. Now, he was bathing on the other side of the anchorage from her, waist-deep in the water wearing nothing more than something black around his wrist and the hair on his body. She sipped her wine slowly. She could see him okay. She wasn't sure if he could see her. She was partially hidden by the canvas that covered the entry to the boat cabin. It had been a while since she'd seen anyone -- certainly a long time since she'd seen anyone bathing in the most natural of settings. She felt kind of sneaky, watching the tips of his fingers dancing along the surface of the water. Small, slight ripples of water radiated from his torso and even smaller ripples danced underneath his hands. She took a long, slow sip of her wine and slowly reached for her binoculars -- as if any sudden movement on her behalf would startle him and he'd skip out of the water into the depths of the pine trees.

Setting her half-empty glass of wine aside, she brought the binoculars to her eyes and gasped once she focused in on him. If he had been out hiking and kayaking around in the wilderness for months it had done his body good.

"Wow..." she gasped to herself and the air around her. With his back to her, she made out the muscles of his shoulder and back. She imagined that if Poseidon inhabited Lake Superior she was looking at his back right now. The small of his back tapered down into a smooth, muscular triangle and...well, she could only imagine the tight ass that the man must have, but the surface of the water prevented her from seeing any lower.

She made a small noise as he quickly submerged himself. She knew that the water around her vessel was cold, perhaps it was warmer closer to shore? The top of his chestnut brown head bobbed at the surface for a few moments before he came bursting back to the surface, water pouring down his face and sculpted chest and down to his...

"Oh my god," Charlotte breathed, making no effort to cover her open mouth.

She had been perfectly happy with Greg and his physique -- after all, she had been under the impression she'd be with him forever -- eventually everyone's body takes a turn for the worst. At least that was what she always told herself. He wasn't the fittest man in the world. Long working hours left little time for him to go to the gym and he ate his lunch out nearly every day (even though Charlotte offered to make him lunch all the time). He had a bit of a belly, but his arms and legs were muscular. His ass was soft and his dick was...well, it left a bit to be desired, but it was fine. It always pleased Charlotte.

But this. The mystery kayaker had officially cleared any thought of "Greg" from her mind completely. His body was as close to Charlotte's definition of perfect as could be! She could tell -- even through her binoculars -- that he had amazing upper body strength. Not that it came as a total surprise given the effortlessness in his kayak strokes. He didn't have rock-hard abs, but his stomach was nicely defined -- no beer gut, not even a little bit. His chest had a nice, light covering of dark hair which neatly trailed down his middle, down below his navel and down to a larger expanse of hair.

"Wow," she breathed again, long and slow as he took a couple of steps backward, the water shallowing to the point where she was able to see what, deep down, she really wanted to see.

She didn't have the experience of having come in contact with a lot of cocks in the course of her life. Greg had been her fourth. Her first, she'd been with once, and she didn't remember what he was like except that he felt way too large for her to handle. The second and third were both small. The third had even experienced unfortunate erectile problems. In retrospect, Greg really had been the best lay she'd had, but looking at the man in front of her in the water... If the water was as cold up close to shore as it was at her boat, it was not evident. He was thick, decent length -- considering he wasn't aroused -- and, Charlotte sighed, for the first time in several months she desperately wanted to be close to a man again.

Her binoculars trailed to his face again and she froze. She may have even let out a cartoonish, "Meep" before quickly lowering the device to her lap. He was staring right at her, even without the aid of magnification, she could see a very slight smile on his face. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest and she felt a hot flush sweep through her entire body when he gave her a small wave. She buried her head in her hands and could have sworn that she heard him chuckle from across the water.

There had been times on the trip that she had felt eons older than she actually was. At this very moment, though, she felt as if she was a giddy teenage girl all over again. And she'd been caught. Redhanded. WITH binoculars. She felt like crawling up in a ball out of embarrassment.


She'd slept on it. Was it really so bad? They were both adults. Maybe he had been doing it on purpose. After all, she hadn't even noticed him in the water until she heard a small splash. He had clearly seen her and the boat out at anchor. She grinned to herself in the hours of early morning.

"Two can play this game," she said quietly to herself as she pushed off the covers from sleep and headed out of the cabin to the deck to hook up the sun shower that she had just been waiting to use.


Charlotte stood in the cockpit and squinted towards the shore. She had thought that she'd seen the man walking around with a cup of coffee -- she had definitely seen a small trail of smoke from a campfire, so he had to be awake and around. At the first glimpse of peachy, tanned skin and dark hair, she slowly lifted her tank top above her head. For the first time, well, ever, she was thanking Greg for his infidelity and the divorce and most of all, the boat. She was young. Young enough to still be in college. Her body was still in perfect shape -- ideal, even. Her breasts were still firm and high, her stomach and arms were toned from hours spent at the gym in utter frustration. She was tan from weeks spent on the boat and in the sun. Her usual light brown hair had turned into a golden brown with golden blonde streaks and as she lifted her arms to let the small spigot of water trickle down between her breasts, she swore to herself that she had never felt so beautiful.


"I don't believe I introduced myself the other day," Charlotte said as she stepped into the flattened camp circle the kayaker had set himself up in.

He'd watched her from the shore, that much she knew. He'd sat on a large boulder off of the sand beach, coffee mug in one hand and the other casually placed on his thigh. After getting dressed, she decided that she'd spent too much time on her boat and needed to stretch her legs. Normally, she would have never considered herself so bold but now after seeing him the previous evening and watching him watch her while she bathed, she felt an ache and desire so deep in the pit of her stomach that she needed to make a move.

He spun around, surprised to hear a voice behind him. Surprised to hear HER voice behind him. He was shirtless, tidying up his campsite and throwing some food items into the yellow bear sack. Up close, Charlotte could see how well tanned his arms were and she noticed the twinge of golden highlights in his hair.

"Hi," he breathed, caught off guard, of course.

"I'm Charlotte," she introduced herself, very straight to the point.

"Uh, Adam," he said, wiping his hand against his pant leg, brushing off the dirt before he extended it to her. She took his hand into her own and smiled. His hand dwarfed hers and she was suddenly embarrassed by the roughness of her palm against his. Normally, her hands were as smooth as silk, but with the boat, she had neglected them more than usual and the boat lines had roughened her palms.

"Sorry for disturbing the peace here," she mimicked from the previous day. He chuckled softly and nodded.

"You should be," he deadpanned, "us kayakers like our peace and quiet."

"How long are you staying?" she asked, seriously.

He sighed and attached the yellow bag to a rope hanging from the tree, "What about you?"

Charlotte shrugged, "Depends on the weather, I guess."

"What did I tell you about the weather?" he asked as he effortlessly hoisted the bag up into the tree. "Or wait, did I tell that little pearl of wisdom to another lone female sailor?"

She smiled and kicked a small pebble at her feet. "I needed to get off the boat. I need to walk around a bit, stretch my legs."

Adam simply nodded and turned to Charlotte, visibly looking her up and down, taking her in completely. She'd dressed to impress before heading into shore. She was wearing a light pair of capri pants that accentuated her trim thighs and calves and a tank top that was fit her chest perfectly and highlighted her tight waist. She smiled, enjoying the brief moment of undivided attention before purposely clearing her throat.

"Anyway," she continued, "I don't have a map of the trails so I was hoping you might come with?"

She could feel a magnetism between the two of them. She wanted so badly to reach up and touch his jaw where it met his earlobe and run her fingers lightly down the length of his neck. She wanted to touch his bare chest while leaning in for a deep, long kiss. She imagined he tasted like the woods and campfire.

"You want to borrow mine?" he asked, glancing back towards his tent. "I pretty much know this area like the back of my hand."

Charlotte shook her head and took a step closer towards him. She wondered where she had gained the courage to approach a stranger like this. Still, she felt awkward and when she looked into his dark, green eyes and saw the way he drank her in, she felt herself stepping back like a nervous freshman about to sit next to the cute boy in class.

"No," she said, trying to find confidence in her voice. "I'll just...wander."

He smiled, "I'd love to take you to some of my favorite trails, but I really need to do some things around here." He looked around his campsite, and Charlotte nodded, wondering what one could possibly have to do around a campsite.

"Okay," she said tentatively, "well..." she took a bold step, "I don't know how you are on food but I have plenty and...you want to come out for dinner?"

He smiled and nodded.

"Sure," he said. "Dinner."

"Come by whenever," she said, feeling a flush in her cheeks. "I mean, after I'm through with my little aimless walk in the woods here."

"Sorry I can't come with," he said, turning back towards his tent.


Charlotte hadn't even thought of the possibility of dates when she was packing for her trip. She'd packed the basics for making herself look nice for the times that she was amongst civilization, but she'd left some of her favorite "date" items behind.

She hadn't seen Adam on her way back down to the water's edge, but everything of his was still at his campsite, so she knew he hadn't run off. She wondered if she should have offered to pick him up from shore, but he had his kayak.


The familiar sound against the hull.

"Come on up!" she called from down in the cabin as she stirred a pan of spaghetti sauce. She had racked her mind trying to figure out what to make, it wasn't as if she had a lot of space or options in her galley kitchenette. She thought about all the things that Adam was probably eating while camping and kayaking and decided relatively homemade spaghetti was a safe choice. Dessert would be the best though, a small apple cobbler.

"Wow," Adam said, hopping into the cockpit as if it was second nature. "Swanky digs."

"Thanks," Charlotte said, trying to ignore the lightheaded feeling she had from some wine and simply being in close proximity to such an attractive man.

"What do you do again?" he asked, making himself comfortable in the open air.

"I never said," she replied. "Elementary school teacher."

He whistled, "One well paid teacher. Where are you from?"

Charlotte laughed, "Chicago."

"Note to self," he said, drumming his fingers against fiberglass, "find teaching job in Chicago."

"You want a drink?" Charlotte asked, waving her half-empty glass of wine in front of the entryway.

"Sure, absolutely," he replied. "Don't get many offers for those out in the wild."

"Spaghetti okay?" she asked, handing up a glass.

"Oh yeah," he replied, taking a short sip of the wine. "Been living off jerky and hardtack for the last couple weeks."

"You're kidding."

"I am. Freeze-dried meals are a bit more my style."


Charlotte giggled in a way she hadn't in months. Naturally, she blamed the wine she was drinking and the presence of another human being -- but there was something else. She wasn't one to doubt the presence of pheromones between two people of the opposite sex, but it had been a long, long time since she'd felt the overwhelming pull of them.

"You still haven't answered the biggest question I've had," he said, giving her a long gaze from across the small cockpit table.

"And that is?" she giggled, knowing full well what the question was. Why was she out here alone? How did she get here? Why was she here at all? The truth was, earlier in the evening, she had been too embarrassed to disclose information about her divorce, but after a few more sips of wine and the orange-red glow emanating from the treetops from sunset, she felt her guard slowly slipping away.

"I've asked you at least three times now," he said. "I know you're not that drunk."

"Why are you out here alone? Why are you here? Where are you even from?" she teased right back at him. His smile slowly melted away and he turned his gaze down towards his empty plate. He had asked for seconds -- which Charlotte happily supplied him with -- but she was only nearing the very end of her first serving and had no intentions for another.

"I'm sorry..." she said quietly, a forkful of spaghetti dodging the corner of her mouth before finding its way inside. "I just...you want to know things about me."

"No, I know," he nodded. "Fair is fair. I just...it's difficult."

"Well, maybe I should start with the easier question," she said as she swiped her napkin across her cheek. She wondered for a fleeting second why she felt so uninhibited. "How long have you been up here?"

"Since March," he said quietly, twirling his fork around in some leftover spaghetti sauce.

Charlotte sat, starting with her mouth slightly agape at his answer. "Seriously?"

Adam nodded. "Started out from Minneapolis. Hitchhiked my way to Duluth, befriended a couple fishermen there, made my way to Isle Royale, went from Isle Royale to Thunder Bay and started working myself this way."


Adam sighed this time and Charlotte could have sworn that she saw his head sink a little.

"My fiance...well, no, I guess she'd be my ex-fiance now," he said quietly. "She left."

"So you left, too?"

"We had a daughter," he said, even quieter this time if it was possible. "Just...middle of the day. Gone."

"Oh," she said it quietly, as sympathetically as she could. All the sudden, her divorce story didn't seem quite so sad anymore. Hell, she'd gotten a boat out of it. The man sitting across from her though had run away from everything. As far as she could tell, he'd lost everything.

"I'm sorry," he said, shaking his head and regaining his composure. "It's not usually something that I talk about. And usually after a long day of kayaking, I don't even think about it. The lake is challenging and it keeps my mind off of it. Off of everything."

"When did she...leave?" she said 'leave' in almost a whisper.

"December," he replied. "Early December. Just left a note on the counter."

"And you didn't search for them?"

He simply shook his head like he was trying to shake a bad dream from his mind. Charlotte bit her bottom lip and nodded.

"Well, you and I are one in the same then," she said quickly. "Oh yeah?" Adam asked, his smile slowly creeping back across his face.

"Well, I guess," she replied with a shrug. "Divorced."

"What?" he gasped, his eyes narrowing and his gaze quickly zooming in on her left hand. "You can't be any older than what? 22?"

She smiled, but her smile was quickly replaced with the former shame she felt -- the irrational shame of being such a young divorcee.

"Twenty five," she said. "He..." she swallowed away the lump in her throat. "Screwing the receptionist."

"Wow," he said.

"I won the boat," she finished, rather flatly. "And I decided that it was better to just get away from everything."

"Wait, you won the boat?"

"In the divorce."

Adam chucked to himself, "Oh, I thought that you'd won it in some contest or something."

Charlotte smiled this time and shook her head. "Not quite that easily."

The boat slowly started to swing with a slight wind shift and Charlotte leaned back to gaze at the swirling colors of the sunset over the tree line.

"Do you mind?" Adam said, standing halfway to join her on her side of the cockpit.

Charlotte shook her head and moved to the side to give him room to sit next to her. He quickly slid in next to her, relaxed and turned his gaze to her instead of the sunset. They sat quietly for a moment, before she turned to him with a puzzled look in her eyes.


"You have sauce on your...in the corner there...," he said, lifting his hand to the side of her face, brushing a spot of sauce away from the corner of her lip. She blushed, thinking that she'd cleaned it all away -- feeling silly that she'd left some in a spot she could have easily cleaned away with the tip of her tongue.

"Thanks," she said quietly, feeling a weightiness settle in around her head. His thumb had barely moved from the corner of her mouth and he was so close to her that she could smell and sense things about him. He smelled like the outdoors -- he smelled like the lake and the trees and there was a slight lingering scent of peppermint and tomato sauce. She wanted to reach over and touch his thigh, his arm, something, but she was too hesitant and she couldn't figure out why.

"Do you do this a lot?" she asked quietly, a little hesitantly, quickly wondering how many sailors and campers he may have encountered on his journey since March. How many of them were eager to take him in and feed him a meal? How many of them were young like her and felt this attraction to him? How many of them might have fucked him?

"Not exactly," he said, his thumb sweeping over her chin and up to her bottom lip. He parted her lips slowly with his finger and pushed his way to the teeth. She gladly allowed him to, the very tip of her tongue just barely sweeping over his thumbnail.

"Have you ever..." she stopped herself, inched closer to him and let the side of her thigh slide against his. His was so much more muscular in comparison to hers -- clearly from months of hiking, kayaking and being outdoors. She wanted to ask if he'd slept with women along his trip -- how many women it had been, but it felt too forward. Instead, she slowly closed her eyes and let the tip of his thumb trespass each curve of her lips and the ridge of her bottom teeth. Every other moment, she would let her tongue touch him -- just to get a little taste of him. It was only seconds, but in those short, few seconds she wanted more of him than she could have imagined.

"What?" he asked, slowly leaning in to her, his thumb trailing down her chin, his fingers dancing down of the side of her neck, around to the nape where he pulled her towards him and kissed her firmly on the mouth he had only just discovered. Charlotte closed her eyes tightly and felt herself practically fall into his arms. It had been a long time since she had literally felt swept off her feet by someone. She let her tongue explore his lips first, before tentatively pushing in just a little bit further to taste his tongue. He tasted like the wine and spaghetti she'd just fed him and she noticed the scent of earthy peppermint emanating from him.

"Nevermind," she whispered between kisses as she circled her arms around his neck.


If there had been one thing that Charlotte had definitely not been planning on doing over the course of the summer, it was sex. She was in no way prepared for it at all. She hardly even knew where one had sex on a boat. Sure, one could receive a nice, pleasant, man-on-top fucking in the bed she slept, but over all, she had been unimpressed with the spaces the boat provided. She had wondered on occasion if it had ever occurred to Greg when he had been purchasing the vessel.

Her thoughts immediately snapped away from Greg as Adam pulled her into his lap and nipped at her neck below her ear. She gasped sharply and instinctively pressed her ass into Adam's crotch. She could already feel him growing hard from the small gesture. He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her tightly against his body. He furiously planted hot kisses across the back of her neck, stopping to nibble her earlobes before allowing his lips to trail back to her spine. She moaned quietly, and wrapped her hand around the wheel in the cockpit, grinding twice against Adam's cock.

"I would have never pegged you for the person you are," he breathed against her ear.

"What kind..." she gasped as he lightly thrust himself against her ass. "Person?"

His hand snaked under the hem of her t-shirt and his fingers pressed into the bare flesh under her breasts. She turned her head towards him and he kissed her, running his tongue slowly along her bottom lip.

"The first day I saw you, I thought you were some girl on vacation with her family or with a boyfriend or..." he kissed her again, "something. I don't know." She moaned again as she felt his cock push against his pants at her ass.

She practically whimpered as his hand grazed over the thin cloth of her bra, his fingers immediately zoning in on her already erect nipple. He pinched the raised nub and exhaled against her neck, exerting just enough pressure to get her to groan and buck against the pressure building in his pants.

"It's been so long..." she breathed, reaching around her back with her free hand and running the palm of her hand up and down his shaft.

"You are so..." he groaned slightly as her insistent fingers found the zipper and her hand deftly slipped underneath the fabric.

"What?" she asked, bucking against him again as he pinched at the other nipple.

"Fucking hot," he breathed into her as she worked her hand up and down around his cock. She was a little surprised by the comment, flattered, of course. She removed her hand from his pants and quickly stood to her feet. She turned and smiled at the startled look Adam wore on his face all the sudden.

"I'm sorry," he panted. She smiled a little wider and shook her head.

"I'm flattered," she said as she hooked her fingers around the hem of her shirt and quickly lifted it up over her head.

"Oh, thank god," he said with a sigh of relief. "I thought I offended you..." he trailed off as he watched her shimmy her way out of her pants. She knew that he'd watched her from the shore earlier in the morning, but he didn't have binoculars like she did.

"Of course not," she said, leaning down and planting a kiss against his lips. She returned to his lap, straddling him as securely as she could.

"Here?" he asked, looking around the cove. There wasn't anyone else around, that was for certain and dusk had settled in and the stars were starting to show themselves in the sky above.

"Believe me," she replied. "Much more comfortable." She smiled and undid the button at the top of his pants and pushed away the hem. His dick sprang free immediately -- clearly he wasn't one to wear underwear out in the great, wide wilderness. She smiled devilishly and wrapped her hand around him.

"When was the last time someone gave you a great blow job?" she asked. He let his gaze shift toward the sky above in thought. "If you have to think about it that deeply, it's been too long." She shifted her knees back and bent over, taking him into her mouth in an act of flexibility that had driven every man she'd ever been with in the past absolutely crazy. He groaned loudly and his hands immediately went to the back of her head, guiding her and positioning her in the right place.

"Fuck me," he groaned. "Where did you..." gasp, "learn how to..." gasp, "do this?"

She sucked hard on his dick and slowly withdrew it from her mouth, creating an incredible amount of suction as she pulled her head away.

"Some people are just hard to please," she said with a smile before running her tongue around the tip of his cock while she gently massaged his balls.

"I'm not," he stated as his hips jerked towards her. "Very..." he gasped again as she took the length of him into her mouth. "...Easy."

She felt his balls twitch in her hands and she prepared herself for his release, but he didn't come. She sucked some more, eagerly than she had before. Again, he groaned and twitched underneath her, but nothing came.

"I swallow," she said very simply, thinking it would egg him on.

"Fuck, you do?" he groaned as she wrapped her mouth around him again. "And here I am..." he grunted as he thrust his hips against her mouth. "Being courteous." She giggled from deep in her throat and he groaned again as the vibrations moved through his cock.

"Oh fuck," he panted, "oh shit..." his hips pumped in sync with the rhythm of Charlotte's mouth. She made encouraging noises deep within her throat and she took every inch of him that she was able. With little warning other than a yank of the hair at the back of her head, he came in her mouth. Wave after wave of warm, salty, creaminess invaded the back of her mouth. She quickly swallowed and licked him clean as she backed away and returned to her feet.

She put her hands on her hips and looked down at Adam with a smile on his face. His arms lay limp at his sides and his breathing was heavy as if he'd just finished running a marathon.

"I hope you're not finished for the night," she said as she swiped her finger across the corner of her mouth.

"You're amazing, you know that?" he breathed as he took her hand into his and pulled her down to his lap again.

"It's nice to hear," she said. "I can't remember the last time someone, other than my mom, said that to me."

His breathing slowly returned to normal and he cupped her face in his hand. She relished the touch, it was so kind, so gentle and just what she had been yearning for over the past few weeks. The touch of another human being, a kind one at that, who understood her situation. She was overwhelmed by his kindness -- not to mention his sexiness -- she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss. They kissed deeply for a minute and she subtly swiveled her hips over his own.

"How long before round two?" she whispered, her lips grazing his ear.

He contemplated the question for a minute before replying, "You set up your nighttime boat light and I think something can be arranged." She smiled and quickly hopped to her feet. She ducked below deck and flicked the switch for the light at the top of the mast.

"I hope you're ready!" she called out from the cabin.

She heard him laugh then reply, "Okay, it might be a little longer than that."

Her head popped up in the entry way and like a giddy girl, she quickly hopped up the steps and returned to Adam's side.

"I can't tell you how lonely it's been without a travel companion," she said quietly, tucking a tuft of hair behind his ear.

"I think I have an idea," he said as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her back into his lap.

"You probably can't stay with me either," she said, placing both her hands on his strong shoulders.

He shrugged, "I could follow you."

"What are you going to do after the summer?" she asked.

He silently shrugged in response.

She leaned in slowly and kissed him softly -- again, savoring the scent and taste of him. He wrapped his arms around her back and nimbly undid the clasp of her bra. She giggled against his lips as she felt his hand pass over the expanse of skin where the strap was. No one she'd ever been with in the past was able to undo it that simply and easily -- she was used to clumsy fumbling of fingers.

"What?" he asked as he pushed the straps off her shoulders.

"Nothing," she whispered as she allowed the bra to drop down between the two of them. She cast it away to the side and pressed her bare breasts against his chest.

Adam pulled away and took in her naked torso. He smiled and ran his hands over her chest, paying attention to each perfectly round orb that stood in front of him. He gave attention to the right first; he cupped the breast in his hand and flicked his finger over the darkened nipple. Her hips swayed against his, ever so subtly, whetting his sexual appetite again. He leaned forward and took the little nub in his mouth. His tongue swirled in a lazy circle around it before he carefully nibbled at it. Charlotte cried out quietly and her hips swayed again -- a little more insistently this time.

"I think someone likes that..." he said with a devious smile on his face. His tongue made another circle around her right nipple as he brought his hand to the left and delicately pinched it between his fingers. Charlotte cried louder this time and immediately felt a wetness surge underneath her.

"I'm getting wet," she breathed as he pinched her nipples once more. He pulled away and his eyes met hers. He smiled again and his hand ducked down between her legs. He rubbed his fingers against the cotton of her underwear and savored the wet, slickness that seeped through the cloth.

"I guess so," he said. He pushed the cloth to the side and pressed his fingers against her pussy. The heat and wetness of it made his erection grow stronger yet. He grinned and licked his lips while Charlotte wished there was more room in the cockpit for her to receive oral.

As if reading her mind, Adam said, "Normally, I'd give you a little something-something before moving on..."

She shook her head without thinking twice, "It's totally fine." She kissed him again and slowly stood up once again.

"I guess we don't have a whole lot of options for positions here," he said as she slid her panties down her hips and legs.

"I don't care if you don't," she said, straddling his knees once again.

"I just want you to know," he said, hungrily scanning her body with his eyes, "I don't ever do this."

She laughed, "Neither do I."

"I mean," he continued, "I've wanted to it's just...I never have." She nodded. "Anywhere else and I would have demanded to know you first."

She leaned in close to him, "I know you plenty well already and you know me."

"Adam from Minneapolis," he joked.

"Charlotte from Chicago," she replied back to him. She took his dick in her hand and pumped her fist up and down twice for good measure. He was ready to go again and she was ready to take him.

She positioned him at her entrance and slowly lowered herself onto him. Her knees nearly buckled from the overwhelming sensation of it. It'd been too long since she'd last had sex and she almost felt like a virgin again. Adam's cock was large -- very large -- in comparison to what she'd been used to in the past. She groaned a bit as she lowered herself all the way down and hit the base. He dug his fingertips into her ass and held her tight against him until she had acclimated to his size.

"Oh my god," she gasped as she rolled her hips on top of his, sending a jolt through her body. "You're huge!"

"And you're..." he pumped himself into her twice and grunted, "you're so...fucking tight."

She began to rock her hips back and forth, settling the two of them into a rhythm. She was astonished by how completely filled she felt by him. He made her feel so good. She'd always loved being on top because her previous partners had been smaller -- not to mention the control it gave her -- but this was almost too much. Almost. Every time she rocked forward, she would hit the spot that sent an electric-like current through her entire body. Her fingers and toes tingled; and she was certain it had nothing to do with the cool, night air.

When Charlotte tossed her head back, Adam took the opportunity to stealthily move his hand between their bodies and he flicked his thumb over her clit. She cried out in surprise and excitement.

"Again," she said. She opened her eyes and stared at the blanket of stars above. The boat was swinging, just slightly, and it made her dizzy. She refocused her gaze on Adam and cried out again as he traced a circle around her sensitive nub.

He thrust into her hard and she cried out again.

"Louder," he said. He traced another circle and thrust himself as far as she would allow and she cried out even louder. Her cry echoed through the anchorage, her voice reverberating off the rocks and trees.

"I hope there's no one around," she joked. He smiled and sought out her nipple with his tongue. Another slow circle, another loud moan. He chuckled softly against her chest, thrust and gently as he could bit down at the skin.

"Fuck!" she cried out loudly, the noise echoing all around them.

"Let's try something else," he said quietly, stilling her hips with his hands.

"What?" she asked.

"Stand," he replied. She shrugged and did as he requested. As he pulled out from her and she stood up, she felt weak in the knees, already exhausted, and empty. She frowned as he stood up next to her and went to stand behind her.

"What're you..." she started to say. She felt his dick against her ass and although she wasn't totally opposed to the idea of anal sex, she preferred it if they didn't quite venture over that bridge just yet. "Adam, I..." she stopped herself as he pushed on her shoulders, silently signaling her to bend over. She obliged without any objection, but in the back of her mind, she wondered what would happen next.

"If it's too intense," he said, positioning himself against her opening again, "just say so. I've never quite been able to successfully master it with anyone else."

She responded with a garbled, "uh huh" and he pushed himself deep inside her once again with a single, quick motion.

"Oh, holy shit," she breathed as her shoulders slumped forward.

"Too intense?" he asked, stilling for a moment. She shook her head wordlessly and pounded her palm against the fiberglass of the deck, urging him to continue.

"Good?" he asked and she nodded and gave the same response as before, unable to even speak from every sensation racing through her body.

He fucked her hard and fast, reaching around every other moment to tickle her clit or fondle her breasts. She gratefully accepted every single thrust and touch. She was completely unaware to the moans and groans of pleasure escaping her lips and when he suddenly spanked her across the fleshy part of her ass, she thought that she would come right then and there.

He separated the cheeks of her ass and tentatively started to trace a circle around her asshole. They hadn't said anything to one another about that entrance and he wasn't sure what her feelings were regarding it. The last thing that he wanted was to be tossed aside and rejected for the rest of the evening for trespassing somewhere she did not want him to go.

"Oh god," she groaned when his thumb passed over the tiny entrance. He quickly withdrew his hand but she shook her head fervently. "No, no, do it again." He smiled and felt his cock respond inside of her. He'd never had a woman actually consent to anal play and he'd always wanted to try it. Sure, now wasn't the best time seeing as he was already so close to finishing, but the approval alone, the idea that he had the permission to play around with the idea; it was all he needed.

He pressed his thumb against the puckered hole again and gently prodded his way inside, not missing a beat as he pumped his cock in and out of her.

"Ugh," she groaned, unaccustomed to the feeling of anything inside her ass. "Fuck..." She didn't reject his thumb or the sensation, it was simply foreign to her. None of her previous partners had any interest in playing with that particular orifice. Sure, a couple of times someone would blindly press themselves against it, but that was it.

His thumb slid in up to the first knuckle, he stopped and started to make small back and forth motions with the digit.

"Oh my god, oh my god," Charlotte moaned over and over. She could feel herself tightening around him even more -- if that was even possible. She knew that an orgasm was coming and that it would be a strong one.

The boat was starting to gently rock back and forth in sync with their movements. Charlotte's gaze went from the deck to the water that stretched out all around them. She felt dizzy and saw stars in her eyes. She closed her eyes and cried out loudly as Adam hit just the right spot with his cock and she came.

She came harder than she could ever remember. Her arms and legs shook and she was certain that the only reason she managed to even stay standing was on account of Adam's strong arm around her waist holding her up. The contractions and spasms of her muscles sent him over the edge next. He pushed his thumb further into her ass than he had intended, giving him the added sensation of even more friction against his cock. He cried out too; something that he couldn't remember having ever done. It hadn't been his intention to come inside her, but he couldn't pull out fast enough, nor could he get enough of the sensations pulsing around him.

"Fuck," he breathed as he fell forward, his arms draping hers.

They stood silently for a few moments, the only sounds around them being their own breathing and the nighttime sounds of wilderness.

"I'm sorry," he finally said, quietly, as he started becoming soft again.

"For what?" she asked, her voice was low and sexy.

"I didn't plan to..." he replied and slipped out, some of his cum dripping from within her and sticking to her thigh. "I can go grab a towel."

She shook her head and turned to face him, "It's fine." She didn't tell him that she loved the sensation of it dripping out. He sat down on the seat across from where she stood and looked around at the night sky.

"I didn't bring any light to get back to shore with," he said as he looked up at the sky.

"I can give you one," she said, her eyes caught his and she smiled. "Or you can stay with me tonight."

He nodded and said, "I think I'll stay."