I had always watched you quietly, from a distance. Never really introducing myself, but just nodding a polite hello when we passed each other in the hallway of our apartment complex. You lived across the hall and two doors down. So close, yet so far at the same time. Your honey tinted brown hair, styled just above your shoulders, framed your face in a way that made my fingers tingle at the thought of running my hands through those delicate strands. Your smile, which I had been lucky enough only to catch and treasure a few times, sent the blood in my body racing. What I wouldn't give to kiss those delectable lips, I thought many times. You were the focus of my daydreams, the center of my restless night's sleep, and the object of my sexual fantasies. Only, I didn't know if you were attracted to women, and wondered how I would ever be sure.

The opportunity to find out finally came one day, when I was returning from work and found you struggling to unlock your apartment door, your arms full of grocery bags. The hallway was deserted except for the two of us, so I rushed over to help, startling you a bit as I broke you from your concentration, "Here, let me help you with that..." I said, reaching out to pull a couple bags from your arms.

As you let go of them, our fingers brushed briefly, but long enough to send a shock up my arm. I must have unconsciously sucked my breath in sharply, because you looked up at me quickly, your expression quizzical. Your golden eyes were breathtaking, and I just couldn't pull myself from your gaze. I held your intent stare until you finally broke contact to look down at your keys, deftly unlocking the door and pushing it open. "Thanks for your help. Could you just bring the bags to the table for me?"

Your voice was like honey, mesmerizing me for a moment. I had to force my suddenly frozen legs to start walking, following you into your apartment. I must confees, I was intently studying your luscious backside...the sway of your hips, the curve of your ass in your formfitting jeans, as you walked to your kitchen table. So distracted was I by my thoughts that I stopped just short of running directly into you as you reached the table. My body was a scant few inches from yours, but I would swear I felt a surge of heat come from you that brief moment I was so teasingly close. Not wanting to frighten you, I stepped back and around, putting the bags on the table...giving myself a chance to collect my bearings before having to look at you again.

"Thanks again for your help."

'It wasn't a problem, " I replied, my voice quavering ever so slightly.

"You live across the hall from me, right?"

My eyes locked with yours again as I nodded. What was that flicker I just saw?

"What's your name?"

"Sage," I answered, searching your eyes for remnants of that flash.

"Sage..." you said softly and slowly, letting my name roll over your tongue, as if you were tasting a wine for the first time. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end at the sound. "That's an interesting name... I like it," you continued as you stuck out your hand. "I'm Kelsey. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

My hand grasped yours in a firm grip and a sensation not unlike fire seared up my arm and into my shoulder. I attempted to nonchalantly remove my hand from yours without you noticing, when that quizzical expression reappeared on that beautiful face, "Is something wrong?"

I stuck my hand behind my back, my arm still tingling. "Uh, no... nothing is wrong...I just..." I stammered.

You took a step closer to me. My heart had to be thudding loud enough for you to hear, but I couldn't control it. What was I thinking? This woman has to think I am an unstable freak with no social skills. I need to get out of here before I embarass myself further....

"...Sage...Sage...are you sure you're all right?" You were waving your hand in front of my face, you had placed your other hand on my shoulder. I must have zoned out. As my vision refocused on you, I noticed the look of concern on your face...also mingled with an expression not as easily discernable.

You smelled so damned good. My head was spinning...swimming with thoughts. It had to be now or never. I would probably never be given this opportunity again, I thought.

As I regained some semblance of control, I gently grabbed the wrist of your hand resting on my shoulder. "Kelsey," I whispered, turning your palm up towards my mouth, my lips lightly brushing it. "I have always wondered if you were attracted to women..." I murmured against your palm, my lips caressing the skin with every word.

You didn't answer. At least not with words. Your breath caught in your throat as my tongue tip darted out to trace the lines of your palm. I watched your reaction...your eyes darkening to a deeper gold before you slowly closed them and your own tongue tip darting out to moisten your bottom lip. There was no doubt you enjoyed this. I took advantage of the moment. I advanced the one last step that brought our bodies almost together, your breasts brushing my own, and leaned in to capture that delectable mouth in a kiss. My hands rested at your hips, gently but forcefully pulling you into my body.

You stiffened almost immediately, and regret rushed to my head, pounding in my ears. I wouldn't break the kiss, though. If you didn't want this, you would have to pull away.

To my utter joy, you did not. Your body relaxed into mine and your mouth opened slightly. I slipped my tongue over your lower lip and it crashed into yours, the contact filling my body with electricity. Deepening the kiss, I unconsciously yanked your hips even closer to me and snaked a hand up your backside to your hair, burying my fingers at the nape of your neck.

Your own fingers buried themselves in my short hair as I pushed you against the table, causing you to half-sit on the edge. As my tongue danced with yours, my hands travelled in between our bodies to cup your breasts. Your nipples hardened instantly through your shirt and jutted into my palms. I used my thumbs to graze over the hardened nubs, the need to suckle them suddenly overpowering.

I broke our kiss and trailed my mouth over your jawline, my breath hot against your ear. Your hands found their way up my shirt, and I moaned deep in my throat as you ran them up and down my back, your fingernails lightly scratching my skin. I nipped at that spot just beneath your earlobe, evoking a soft gasp from you, and nearly melting at the sound. My fingers found the hem of your shirt, and I snuck my hands past it. As if my hands had only one goal in mind, I trailed them over your belly and ribs, straight to your breasts...my forearms pulling your shirt up higher with the movement. Damn...you weren't wearing a bra. I lightly rolled your nipples between my fingers, your back arching closer to my hands in response.

I couldn't wait any longer. The blood in my body was pulsing to one central location, the ache increasing with every breath my constricted lungs took. I deftly drew your shirt up over your head and tossed it to the floor, my breath rushing out of me as my eyes absorbed the beautiful sight before them. "God, you are breathtaking," I whispered, smiling as your face reddened.

If possible, your nipples hardened even more so as I hungrily swooped down on them. My warm mouth enclosed around a nub, and your hands immediately pulled my head closer, pushing your breast further into my mouth. You cried my name softly. The sound is music to my ears, cascading over my body.

As my tongue flickered back and forth over your nipple, my hands drifted to the button of your jeans, unbuttoning them without conscious knowledge. My fingers slowly lowered your zipper and danced at the edge of your panties. My hand slipped past the band and down slowly, my fingertips gently caressing the soft hair. My middle finger finds the beginning of your slit, venturing further down until I find your clity, already swollen. I softly flick my fingertip over it, sending a small spasm through your body. You buried your face in my neck as my hand continued downwards.

You were unbelievably wet. My breath rasped near your ear. My fingers becoming soaked with your essence, I trail two fingers up to your clity, spreading the juice over the swollen nub. Your body twitches against mine, another gasp escaping from your throat and you bite at my shoulder. I could've come from that alone, but I steeled myself and focused on you. I increased my movements against your clit, my middle finger rotating in circles, faster and faster. Your moans came more frequently, your breath quickening. I knew I could have sent you over the edge with a few more strokes, but I wasn't ready for that just yet.

 

"I have to taste you..." I groaned near your ear. You shivered in response, but allowed me to gently push your body over the table, laying you down over the cool wood. I pushed aside a bag of groceries to make room for your head. I spread your legs apart, nestling myself between your hips. My gaze locked with yours, and the unbridled passion I saw in your eyes was the affirmation I needed. I trailed kisses and nibbles from your neck, over your shoulder and breasts, down your belly and to the waistband of your jeans. Your fingers buried in my hair once more as my own fingers hooked and pulled your jeans and panties down over your waist, my mouth just inches from your heat.

I pulled your jeans and panties off your legs and immediately removed my own shirt. I swirled my tongue around your belly button and continued lower, my chin being lightly tickled by your pubic hair. I kissed a trail over the curls and to your inner thighs, while breathing in deeply. I could smell the juices streaming from your hot core and couldn't resist tasting you any longer. My tongue slowly parted your pussy lips, sinking deep into you, your essence streaming over my tongue. The salty sweetness made my head spin. I thrust my tongue as deep as I could, my hands grasping your hips and pulling you even closer. Your moans made the blood race through my veins, and my sole intention became making you scream my name as you tumbled over the edge.

My tongue travelled back up to your clity, my teeth capturing the nub and pulling it into my mouth. As my head slowly moved from side to side, I slipped two fingers slowly into your pussy hole. The heat shot up my arm as I began to thrust in and out of you, rocking you back and forth on the table. Your head was thrown back and your hands were in my hair, gripping hard and pulling. I absolutely loved it.

You began to mumble, "oh god" and thrust your hips up into my mouth and fingers. I knew you were close. The walls of your pussy tightened a bit around my fingers, so I plunged deeper still as my tongue flicked reverently at your clit. Then it happened. Your hips rose from the table and thrust hard against my fingers, pulling them even deeper inside you. My name came tumbling from your mouth in a cry as you pulled my mouth closer to your throbbing clit. Oh god, I thought, this is paradise.

Each of my senses were greeted as I pushed open the front door. The sultry song "Wicked Game" played gently in the background and the lights were off, leaving the room dark except several candles strategically placed throughout. The flames of each danced playfully, almost in time with the music and cast soft shadows on the walls. Incense wafted through the room filling the air and my nostrils as I breathed in slowly.

Slightly disoriented with the unusual surroundings, I attempted to gather my bearings. Before I could, I noticed the very moment you stepped up behind me. Your warm breath cascaded softly over the back of my neck and I shivered softly in response. You wrapped your arms around my waist and pulled me against you, whispering into my ear, "Welcome home" as I entwined my hands with your own and breathed in the inviting scent of your perfume.

I leaned gently into you for a moment, the stresses of my day draining away instantly. Swaying slowly to the music, you began placing soft kisses along the back of my neck. Your mouth traveled to and lingered at my pulse point and I could feel you smile against my skin as the beating increased.

I turned to face you, admiring how the glow of the candelight breathtakingly accentuated and shadowed your features all at once. Your eyes sparkled in the semi-darkness and I found myself drowning in their interminable depths. I reached up and cupped your face gently, lightly tracing the fullness of your lower lip with the pad of my thumb before placing my lips over yours, kissing you softly.

The tenderness of the kiss continued for only a moment, quickly replaced by a sense of urgency. I pulled you against me, my hands sliding down your backside and to your hips, gripping firmly as my tongue slipped past your lips and heatedly collided with yours. A moan caught in my throat as your hands found their way up my shirt and your fingernails lightly grazed my skin.

You leaned against me, pushing me against the door with your body, pressing yourself into me and filling any space that may have been between us. You broke the kiss and nipped at my lower lip teasingly. Our eyes met and the desire in yours halted my breathing as my throat tightened. Your mouth returned to my neck, suckling insistently on the tender skin as I arched closer to you. I knew you were in control now... and I was more than willing to relinquish that and surrender to your touch.

Sucking harder on my neck you quickly lift my shirt and drag your fingernails upwards over my belly until you reach my bra, deftly pushing it up to expose my breasts. With the same ferocity your mouth swoops to my left nipple, capturing the hardened nub between your teeth and pulling it deep into your mouth. You suck insistently, causing my back to arch and thrust closer as I cry out in pleasure. My hands grasp at your shirt, attempting to hold on as my knees become weak.

Your hands sneak down and pause briefly at the band of my jeans. I feel the tug of the button being opened and the zipper being pulled down and then your right hand pressing against my mound through my panties. I bite hard at my lower lip and jerk my hips towards your hand. Your mouth travels back up to my neck as your hand quickly finds its way to my sex. You groan in my ear as you slide your fingers along my outer lips and reach the wetness that has amply formed. You run your fingertip along my opening before entering me slowly. My knees buckle and I grab onto the door handle for support but you are merciless, pushing deep into me until your thumb bumps against my sensitive clit. I bury my face in your neck as my hips begin to rock in time with your movements.

You thrust deeper, knowing I am close to climax. Relentless, you push and press, tease and taunt. My body begins to quiver against yours, my breath expelling from my lungs in short gasps. Your name slips past my lips in a cry and I feel myself flood into your hand. You hold me close to you as my breathing slowly returns to normal....

For many reasons, I haven't written an erotic story in a long, long while.  This one was an idea of mine from last year, but I barely got a third of it finished once I started.  I think I'm back in the game now. ;)

I hope you enjoy.  As always, feedback of any kind is appreciated.
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You rolled over and nestled your naked body against mine, the movement pulling me from my deep slumber.  I stretched a little and drew you closer to me as I turned my head to glance at the bedside clock in a sleepy haze.  Immediately, I bolted up, startling you awake as the expletive, "Shit!" flew from my mouth.

"What the..." you mumbled as my swift movements left you fumbling.

"I'm late," I exclaimed, more colorful expletives shooting past my lips.

In the middle of a yawn, you replied "So?  You're the boss, you can be late... come back here."  You reached for my elbow, trying to pull me down again.

"Ahh, I can't... I have that huge district meeting today, remember?  I need to take the fastest shower I've ever taken in my life!"

I rushed through the bathroom door on the other side of the room.  Turning on the shower, I quickly brushed my teeth and waited for the water to heat up.  Nearly leaping behind the curtain, I planted myself under the hot stream.  The heat seeped into my shoulders and down my backside, relaxing muscles tightened both by stress and the late night "exercise" session you and I had.  I took several moments to gather my thoughts and focus on work.  I could hear you enter the bathroom, turning on the sink's faucet to brush your own teeth, but I hardly paid attention as I shampooed my hair and went over the reports and numbers I had compiled over the last few days.

As I rinsed my head, I heard the chink-chink of the curtain hooks on the rod, indicating its opening.  You stepped in, pulling the curtain closed again and planting yourself just a short distance away from me.  Smiling, you appeared as though you thought nothing of hindering the quick progress I needed to make, so I pointed this out to you:

"Umm, sweetie," I began, my voice tinged with a slight agitation, "I need to hurry here and I can't do that sharing the shower with you."

"We both have jobs, which means I'm running late, too. It makes sense to shower together, doesn't it?"  Your no nonsense expression belied the playfulness dancing in your eyes.

"Not when I'm running THIS late, honey."  My impatience was beginning to show despite the enticement of your nude figure just inches from my grasp.  Work, work, work was all I forced myself to think about.

Unphased, you just shrugged and grabbed the loofah sponge, reaching over my shoulder to wet it, which brought your dry skin closer to my wet skin.  My nipples hardened as they brushed against the upper portions of your breasts.  If you noticed, you gave no indication as your right arm reached for the bottle of body wash and said, "Then we'll be extra efficient, I promise."

The puckering of my nipples from your inadvertant contact wasn't easy for me to ignore, but my persistent work thoughts pushed their way back to the forefront of my mind.  You poured a liberal amount of soap onto the sponge and massaged it to work up a good lather, then you began washing me. 

I tried to grab it from you, expressing that I could wash myself faster, but you tutted me and swatted my hands away with your free one.  "I'm trying to help you here, just let me do my thing" you said, as you scrubbed over my shoulders and collar bone.  The suds gave way to gravity and formed various trails over my chest, down my belly and along my legs, finally disappearing into the drain.

With a quick motion, you wrapped your arms around my neck and pressed against me, rotating us in a full circle to land yourself under the shower spray.  The soap made the water even more lubricating and caused our breasts, stomachs and thighs to smoothly glide over one another.  Breath catching in my lungs, a silent "dammit" falling from my mouth, my hands went instinctively to your hips and pulled you closer, fingertips digging in just a little.  Amazing how distracting a naked woman against me can be, I thought.

Grinning, you chided me, "No no... we need to be quick, remember?"  Contradicting your words, though, you took the opportunity to wriggle your hips against mine. 

"Yes, you're right, but it'd be nice if you wouldn't tease me," I groaned, glaring at you.

Your grin remained as you tilted your head back to soak your hair, which lengthened the cords of your neck.  I watched, entranced, as the dark strands became even darker, as water trickled over your throat and steadily down your cleavage.  Images of my tongue slipping into the crevasse as your hands flew to each side of my head raced through my brain, doing a fantastic job of distracting me even further.

I told myself I should get out of the shower.  I was after all, sufficiently clean thanks to your assistance.  But of course, I didn't move.  I just stood there, still enchanted by you and your simple motions... almost as if this was the first time I was seeing you naked.  Dammit all to hell! I thought.  I couldn't help but to notice the ache now coursing through me, my fingertips tingling with the desire to touch you.  I clenched my fists, though, fighting the urge to reach up and cup your breasts.

You turned around to rinse the suds from the loofah, granting me full view of your curvy backside.  As the steam clouded around us, I observed as the water streamed down the toned muscles of your naturally tanned, smooth skin.  My mind shifted seamlessly with your movements, picturing aligning my body against yours, my arm snaking around and burying my hand in the valley between your legs, fingers traveling nonstop to their destination...

So caught up was I in this little fantasy of mine, that I couldn't jerk myself from it before you turned around and caught my gaze.  My expression had to look insanely idiotic to you.  My mouth was agape and I'm sure I resembled a 16 year old boy oggling the likes of Angelina Jolie on his doorstep, crippled by the sight, tortured and unsure of what to do.

I expected you to laugh at me.  Instead, you kept a hold of my gaze, smirked that to-die-for smirk of yours... and dropped the sponge.

I pressed my mouth closed and swallowed, looking down at the loofah that had landed between our feet, then back up at you.  Your expression was alluring and full of challenge, immediately telling me you let the loofah fall from your hands intentionally. 

I've never been one to back down from a challenge like this...

"So much for being on time," I rasped, suddenly realizing I didn't care.

Kneeling before you, I reached for the loofah and held it under the water falling behind you to rinse out the suds.  I then hooked my right hand behind your left knee and propped your foot on the edge of the tub.  Raising the dripping sponge, I pressed it against your lower belly, just above the neatly trimmed curls, squeezing the hot water over the mound of your pussy.  You let loose a soft moan that intermingled with the spray cascading and bouncing all around us as the water tickled over your labia and clit.

Abandoning the sponge, I returned my hand to between your legs.  Ever so slowly, I cupped you and slid my fingers just outside the entrance to your core, the tips slipping through the ample wetness already forming.  The image of immediately plunging my fingers inside danced through my head, but instead, I shifted my hand so I could glide my thumb directly against the nub of your clit, quickly swelling from the blood rushing to fill it.  Side to side I stroked, alternating the pressure from light to firm, knowing how crazy this drove you.  I looked up, searching to meet your eyes... but they were closed, your teeth biting hard at your lower lip, trapping the moans in your throat, focused on the pleasure radiating through your body from this one small point.  With each movement, I watched as your body literally trembled from its center and out to your limbs - your left hand flattened against the wall in an attempt to better brace yourself.

Your eyes opened and met mine, intense and full of a shooting electricity that covered my skin in goosebumps, in spite of the hot water and steam of the shower.

Keeping hold of my gaze, the hand on the wall came down and rested momentarily on the thigh propped on the edge of the tub before raking your fingers through my wet hair, clenching its shortness tightly in your hand, pulling my face to you and commanding, "Fuck me with your mouth.  Now."

I was actually caught off guard by this quick movement of yours as you tugged roughly at my hair to bring my face and mouth into direct contact with the lips of your pussy, essentially crashing against you.  But I recovered just as quickly as I was thrown off balance.  My hands swung up to grasp your hips as I captured the plump kernel of your clit between the edge of my teeth, eagerly slurping it into my mouth.  I reveled in the cry that escaped from you and reverberated over the walls as I dug my fingers into your wet skin and swirled my tongue around and around. 

Proceeding downward, I darted my tongue into your now sopping wet slit, coating my taste buds with the salty-sweet essence of you. I rotated between plunging as deep as I could to sliding back to your clit and flicking directly over it.  I lapped fervently, almost as though I was parched, thirsty beyond belief.  You tasted so... damn... good.

Your legs were quivering so much, I was convinced you might lose your balance, so I inched closer to wrap my arms more tightly around your hips.  The water was becoming noticeably less hot, but you didn't seem concerned.  Your right hand was on my head, in my hair, ensuring my mouth and tongue not lose contact from this important spot.  Without ceasing my persistent flicking movements over your clit, I peeked up at you... your head was tossed back, the hand on the wall clenching and re-clenching into a fist, my name flew from your mouth, tangled up in your pleasure filled moans.  The edge was fast approaching.

Instead of pushing you there, though, I stopped.  Pulling back and tilting my head to watch as your head swung down and your eyes shot open.  They were darker, the pupils expanded, your breathing heavy, and as I leisurely and deliberately licked my lips, you shot me a look so close to hatred, I couldn't help but to laugh.

"Oh, no no no...," you ordered.  "You CANNOT stop now."

I gave you my own to-die-for smirk in response, studying you momentarily.  I knew that you knew I wasn't going to leave you hanging, that I only wanted to tease you, to be sure you focused on your pulsating clit for a minute.  But this didn't stop you from scowling at me impatiently - almost as if you were trying to wordlessly will my mouth back to your pussy, to finish the job NOW.

The water becoming more and more cool, I leaned in once more, elongating the tip of my tongue to continue sweeping over, flicking at, bumping against and dancing around your clit.  Faster and faster I went and your body picked up right where it left off... hand back to my head, hips pushing into my mouth, grinding yourself against me.  Your moans were music to my ears, making me moan, too. The shaking in your legs steadily began spreading through the rest of you.  Your moans became louder, shifting into cries, some with my name over and over again, echoing off the walls.

Several more strokes and I could feel you begin to stiffen, the ecstacy flowing through you evident.  Just as you were about to cum, I very quickly thrust two fingers into you, intensifying your orgasm as I pushed deep, persistently rubbing my fingertips against the ridges inside.  You bucked into me so hard that my mouth was forced away from you.  I stayed inside you, though, once again watching you as the walls of your pussy pulsed and tightened around me, waves of bliss traveling through you.  At that moment, I couldn't think of anything that felt more amazing...

Extracting myself from you, I carefully worked my way to a standing position and pressed myself against you.  Your eyes still closed, you nestled into my neck and promptly sank your teeth into the muscle of my shoulder.  I gasped. 

"I so badly wanted to bite you as you were making me cum, but I couldn't given your location.  Consider it my way of saying, 'Good job!'" you explained.

I threw my head back, laughing heartily.  "Well, thank you very much," I said, turned off the water, opened the shower curtain and reached for your towel.

"What are you going to do about work?"

I smirked yet again and winked at you.  "Oh, I'll work my magic somehow.  I'm pretty good at it."

From September 2006...

Your backside is against the wall, and my body presses into yours. Our eyes gaze passionately into each other's, our intentions made obvious by the heat transferring between us. Words are completely unnecessary but could hardly do justice anyway.

Our mouths hover closely. My entire being aches to kiss you, to glide my tongue tip over your lower lip before slipping it into the warm depths and tasting you... but I choose to prolong the moment as our breath mingles and the charge between us intensifies. I move my hands over your body, feeling you through your clothing. My fingers grasp at the shirt tucked into your jeans and tug it out. I slip my hands under the hem and immediately seek the heat of your skin, caressing the softness of your belly and around to your lower back. I softly dig my fingertips into the muscle and massage before I slide my hands to your hips, pulling your heat even closer to mine. A soft gasp escapes from you as I do this.

I lean forward slightly and brush my lips over yours, so lightly we barely feel it. Instead of completing the kiss, though, I pull back and trail my mouth down to your chin, across your jawline and to the crook of your neck as my left hand moves up to push aside your hair, exposing the sensitive nook to my hungry mouth. I breathe in deeply the scent that emanates from you and begin to suckle the tender skin. You let loose a moan near my ear and I shiver in response as the sound courses through me, covering me with goose bumps.

Slowly, I begin pulling your shirt upwards and over your shoulders, discarding it to the floor, where other articles of clothing are destined to join it. My eyes eagerly soak up the beautiful sight before them, if possible, my heart races faster as my hands reach to gently cup your breasts. I watch you intently as I massage them and your nipples begin to harden against my palms... your eyes darken with the passion that is so clearly flooding your body. You lean forward, trying to capture my mouth in the kiss you've come to want just as badly as me... but I sidestep your efforts with a seductive smile, shaking my head slowly from side to side and lthen ower my mouth to your right breast.

My lips first kiss softly around the areole before my the tip of my tongue darts out to flick at your nipple, standing at attention with what appears to be impatience while waiting to be enclosed by the warmth of my mouth. Your breath becomes shallow and rapid as my teeth capture the nub and bite down ever so gently. You bury your hands in my hair as I bite just a little harder, but not too hard. Your back arches as I open my mouth and finally cover your breast. I suckle deeply and passionately, my tongue continues to twirl around and flick at your nipple as my hands travel the length of your back, softly caressing you.

I leave your right breast to give the same attentions to your left by sliding my tongue across the valley of your cleavage. While doing this, my right hand begins a journey downwards to your essence, still covered by your jeans. I press my hand firmly into you, pushing the heel against your mound, evoking yet another gasp from you. I can feel the heat radiating through the fabric, and I ponder just how wet I will find you once I slip inside.

My mouth works its way upward from your left breast, to your neck and back towards your mouth... I still hold back from kissing you, even though the desire to do so is now almost unbearable. My fingers begin working at your jeans, releasing each button slowly as our gazes lock once again.

The need to feel you becomes overpowering and I cave to that need as I slide my hand downward, beyond your panties. My fingertips roam through the soft hair and immediately find your slit. The tip of my middle finger ventures a tad further and we moan simultaneously as I come into contact with your swollen clit, already covered in your juices. My fingertip dances so very lightly around the bud before flicking directly over it, causing your hips to jerk towards me. My own breathing becomes slightly labored as I revel in how you feel.

I remove my hand from your essence and raise it to your mouth. I slowly and deliberately trace your lower lip with the fingertip that is covered with you. I watch, hypnotized, as your tongue darts out to taste yourself, and then proceeds to suck my finger inside. You then desert my finger and lean towards me, our mouths finally crash in the passionate kiss we've been longing for. I moan deeply in my throat as the salty sweetness of you covers my tastebuds.

We swirl the velvet softness of our tongues around each other's, dueling heatedly, taking turns nipping and pulling at each other's lower lips. You grab my right wrist and guide it back to the V of your legs, as I bury my left hand at the nape of your neck and continue kissing you. I waste no time resuming my earlier exploration of you and plunge inside, using two fingers to trail down your slit and still further to your core. I teasingly slide my middle finger into you, groaning into your mouth as I discover more of your essence. I then slide my index finger inside as well and slowly begin to rock my wrist back and forth, gently but deeply thrusting into you. Your hips begin rocking in time with my hand, allowing me to thrust deeper still. As your body melts into mine, I feel as if I am touching the depths of your soul with each movement. Our connection leaves me breathless and hungry for more all at once.

My thrusting continues, slow and deep, taunting and teasing... pulling you to the brink and then pushing you back. Whimpers begin to blend with your moans, you beg me to send you over the edge with a ragged, "please." I briefly consider giving you the release for which you so desperately ache, pushing my fingers further into you as I graze my teeth over the tender skin of your neck. I can feel you quiver from the inside and know just a few more strokes is all it will take. One..... Two.....

Just as I am about to thrust that third and final time... I suddenly stop. Your breathing ceases for a brief moment before you expel a sound mixed with the pleasure and sexual frustration I have wreaked on your body. I'm not ready. Not just yet...

My mouth finds its way back to yours and we kiss deeply as I slowly extract my fingers from inside you. I begin to slide down your body to my knees, coming to rest in front of you, gazing up at you with a passionate hunger. I grab at your undone jeans and pull them down, assisting you in removing your feet from the legs and tossing them aside. My eyes drink of you as if I am parched, and the hunger I feel heightens. I reach for your hands and gently pull you to your knees so that we are facing each other. I remove my own shirt and my sports bra, adding them to the ever growing pile of discarded items. I pull you against me and revel in the warmth of your body against my own as my hands re-discover the soft curves and crevices of your backside.

I guide you to the floor. Lying on your back, your knees bent and legs slightly open... your essence invites me to partake in all you are willing to give me. Still on my own knees, I position myself between your legs and begin kissing downward, stopping just as I reach the junction of your inner thigh and your heat. I breathe deeply the scent that emanates from you...the aroma makes my head spin. I delicately trace my tongue tip along your outer lips before I part them with my fingers and slide my tongue up your slit and to the nub of your swollen clit. Your body trembles as I do this repeatedly and you bury your hands in my hair, clenching your fists tightly. The salty sweetness of your juices cover my tongue as I taste you. I close my eyes and exhale in extacy as you fill my mouth.

Focusing my attention on your clit, I pull the nub into my mouth and suckle intently while using my tongue to apply pressure directly to the tip. Your body spasms and you tug harder at my hair. I open my eyes and gaze upward along your flat belly and between the valley of your breasts to see your head thrown back. Your legs squeeze the sides of my head but I manage to slip my right hand to your core and quickly slide my first two fingers inside you. This catches you by surprise. You cry out as I nestle deeply inside. You begin to slowly rotate your hips, the movement instructing me to thrust.

As my fingers move slowly and deeply in and out of you, my mouth continues suckling at your clit. Your hips raise from the floor, pushing my hand even deeper. I curl my fingers slightly upward so the tips rub against the sensitive ridges and deliberately slide over them with with each movement. Your body quivers from head to toe, gyrating your hips against my face and hands as you moan freely. The sound of your pleasure washes over me and adds to the ample pool forming between my legs, where I am throbbing and swollen.

I pull my mouth away from your clit and focus my attentions on increasing the depth and speed of my thrusts. I plunge in and pull my fingers out almost completely. I tantalize you by stopping for a scant second before delving back in, pushing as far as my hand will go. I nibble and kiss along the juncture of your right thigh, breathing deeply of your intoxicating scent. Your moans become almost frantic in pitch as I bring you closer to the edge. I drive my hand harder, faster and deeper as you raise your hips to meet me each and every time. I feel your body beginning to tremble, telling me you're oh so close. I continue relentlessly, intent on not just sending you over the edge, but to send you toppling head first.

I push again and your hips raise harder into my hand. Your body tenses, your head is thrown back. You grab my left hand and we lock grips as the rapid waves of an orgasm rush through you. My fingers come to a halt inside you and I moan softly as I feel your inner walls pulsating around them. I feel your trembling as it originates from your core and radiates along your entire body. I hold my fingers inside you for a few moments as your body ceases quivering and your breathing returns to some semblance of normal.

I gently extract my hand from your essence and slide my body upwards along yours to lay beside you. I hold you in my arms tightly as you nestle close....

From December 2006...


Sitting in my usual spot at the bar, sipping from my drink, I canvased my surroundings as I did every time I came here. The club was really the only place for women, making every weekend a colorful and intriguing experience to the eyes. Akin to a 'hole in the wall,' the bar itself held only ten or so stools, and there was a smattering of small tables and a couple booths across the floor. Accompanying those was a pool table in the far corner and a small patch of wood acting as a dance floor, nestled against a mirror covered wall. My seat was at the frontside of the bar, so my back faced the dance floor, but I had a clear view of it via the mirror on the other side. The thump-thump of heavy bass cascaded from the DJ's booth, but for the time being the floor remained empty. The night was still early, though....

By the time I was halfway through my second drink, a more impressive deluge of women had gathered. Most of them were regulars, several of which stopped to chat with me and catch up on the week. Each week, though, there were usually a few women I hadn't noticed before, and some I had never seen more than once...leading me to believe they were "tourists" passing through the city and wanting to check out the local haunts. This night proved to be no different. Turned on my stool, facing the crowd, I talked with a friend standing close to me so we could better hear one another over the music. From the corner of my eye, I noticed a small bunch of women enter, about five total. As they paid the cover charge and got their hands stamped, I had already deduced these women had never been here before. Still chatting with my friend, I sipped from my beverage and watched as the group filed past me in a single line through the throngs of mingling people. The woman bringing up the end of the line especially caught my attention. I tuned out my friend and watched intently as she looked around, taking in her surroundings while following her friends deeper into the club.

You were average in height, my guess being about five feet three inches. Your hair flowed down a couple inches past your shoulders, a luscious brown with a very slight reddish tint in some places and framed your face in such a way that I immediately imagined taking my hands to push the strands back and expose your jawline...

So lost was I in this little fantasy, I didn't fully realize how close you had gotten to me until all of a sudden you bumped into my arm and my drink was knocked onto the leg of my jeans.

Mouth slightly agape, your eyes instantly widened and looked down as the liquid seeped into the fabric, and then looked up at me. At once I was lost in the deep brown depths, gazing almost eagerly as the expression on your face changed from one of shock to embarrassment to one of apology.

"Oh, my gosh! I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed. Your accent had a southern tinge to it, and sounded almost musical.

I couldn't acknowledge your apology right away. I was too bewitched by your mouth. The fullness of your lower lip tantalized me. All I could think was that you were the perfect height for me to lean forward the short distance and kiss you.

Pulling myself from my reverie enough to respond, I managed to say, "Don't worry, darlin'... the glass was almost empty."

I looked at you and grinned in an attempt to convince you I really wasn't bothered then angled around to reach for some napkins at the ledge of the bar. You apparently had the same thought and stretched past me for them as well, our hands brushed against one another as they reached the pile at the same moment. Our touch seemed to linger just slightly...or, it could have been your sweet scent filling my nostrils and intoxicating my imagination.

Napkin finally in my hand, I turned back to dab at my jeans. You remained close to me, though, and I looked up to gaze into those beautiful eyes once again. I openly studied your face, taking in your delicate features. As beautiful as you were, I immediately got the sense there was something else there. A hidden depth that wasn't so...innocent.

I waited, but I wasn't sure for what, exactly.

Softly clearing your throat, you held my gaze and said, "I should at least buy you another drink. What were you having?"

I grinned again and touched her arm reassuringly, "Really, it's not a problem. Like I said, I was almost finished."

You wouldn't accept that, though, and tried to insist. I laughed at your determination and simply said, "Ok, if you really insist, maybe you can buy me one later tonight. For now, you might want to go find your friends before they think you've ditched them."

Glancing in the direction your companions headed, you nodded before gazing back at me, flashing a dazzling smile and lightly resting your fingertips on my knee, "I'm not going to forget your drink, so save one on me, okay?"

I just winked at you and smiled in return. I blatantly stared at your backside as you walked away, mesmerized by the sway of your hips and curve of your ass set in a pair of dark blue jeans. Warmth still lingered on my hand and leg from your touch and each breath I took still filled my nose with your perfume. I heard my friend chuckle next to me and was reminded again of her presence and that she had been witness to all that occured. We shared our amusement over the incident, but I could not dismiss how affected I felt by you. After a few moments, my friend and I parted ways with the promise of a dance later in the night, and I was facing the bar once again...looking through the array of liquor bottles into the mirror that offered the reflection of the dance floor, where a handful of women had gathered, some of them couples dancing closely, a few others grooving away to the music on their own.

I ordered a third drink and continued to watch the floor through the mirror. Between the Skyy and Absolut vodka bottles, I immediately noticed you there, dancing with a couple of the women you accompanied into the bar. My heart skipped a beat. My mouth became dry. Spellbound, I sat there and just watched. Sipping from my drink but not really feeling the warmth of the liquor coating my throat, I noticed as your friend leaned close to you, to say something over the blare of the music. You erupted with laughter at whatever she said, your face lighting up from the emotion. I instantly wished I could have heard the sound.

You stayed on the floor through a few songs, and I continued to spy on you. Your movements were sexy and sensual, confirming that not-so-innocent impression I felt earlier. I imagined myself on the floor, dancing with you...my hands resting on your hips, pulling you against me, the fullness of our breasts brushing against one another....our heated gazes clearly conveying our thoughts. As I sat there on my stool, caught in the web of my fantasy, that all too familiar feeling coursed through my body...coming to a stop between my legs and pulsating. I could feel my juices beginning to pool as I envisioned touching you and feeling your essence cover my fingers. My sudden desire to consume you overpowered me, but what was I going to do? Take you right on the dance floor? The idea was rather enticing....

Laughing at myself, I threw back the rest of my liquor and stood up. I simply needed a minute to gather my senses, so I navigated through the crowd to the restroom. Once inside, I stood at the sink and turned on the cold water, holding my hands beneath the stream for a few moments. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I noticed both stalls were occupied and a few women made their way in and out of them as I continued to stand there, looking in the mirror but not paying attention to my reflection. I grabbed a few paper towels to dry my hands as thoughts of you still wandered through my brain. My mind was still out there with you on that dance floor....

As I crumpled the towels to toss them in the waste bin, the door opened... and you stepped in. Our gazes met through the mirror and I watched your eyes darken as your lips turned up in the slightest of smiles. As the door closed completely, you reached around and locked the bolt. My eyebrows arched in surprise. Could this be real or was this just more of my intoxicated thoughts?

I turned around and leaned against the sink as you approached me. You held my stare the entire time. My heart began to race as you reached me and instantly pressed your body against mine. The contact caused the air in my lungs to expel sharply.

"I noticed you watching me while I was on the dance floor. Did you think watching through the mirror on the other side of the bar would afford you some privacy?"

I could feel my face flood red with embarrassment. Your smile widened as you watched me look away from your heated gaze then back again several times.

You didn't wait for me to answer the question before saying, "Since I didn't get you that drink..." Your words trailed off but your eyes clearly told me where you were going.

Someone tried to open the bathroom door and knocked as they met the resistance of the lock. So, this was real, I thought to myself. I was being given a chance to devour you....

I quickly reached down to hook my hands at the backs of your thighs and lifted you, turning around to sit you on the edge of the sink. I positioned myself tightly between your legs and snaked my arms around you to draw you against my body. Reaching up, I buried my fingers in your hair and crashed my mouth to yours, heatedly thrusting my tongue into its depths. Passionate, almost desperate sounding moans filled the air, but whose moans were whose wasn't discernable.

Focusing more on your pouty mouth and that delectable lower lip, I suckled on it, biting insistently on the softness before tracing it with my tongue tip and plunging back inside. My hands slipped under your shirt and traveled the length of your back, discovering the curves of the muscle and your smooth skin. I brazenly raked my fingernails from your shoulder blades downward, causing you to groan into my mouth and move even closer to me in response.

Burying my fingers in the hair at the nape of your neck, I yanked your head back, eliciting a sharp gasp from you that was music to my ears and shot straight to my core. With your throat now exposed, I swooped down and hungrily attacked the nook with my teeth, revealing just how sensitive the area was for you. Your hands found their way up my shirt to press your own fingernails into my back, prompting me to sink my teeth even deeper as a groan escaped from my throat.

I craved to explore and feast upon every part of you, but realized we weren't being given that luxury as another, more emphatic knock sounded at the door. I found the button of your pants and deftly released the opening. If nothing else, I was going to touch you before our escapade was interrupted.

To my sheer delight, you weren't wearing any panties. Slipping my right hand into your jeans, my fingertips found your clit and rubbed directly over the swollen, wet nub a few times. Your body twitched in reaction. I teasingly flicked back and forth, and danced in circles, stroking eagerly... intent on bringing you to a quick but powerful climax.

As I continued my attentions, I could feel your body become tense, your gasps were more fervent, your fingers kneaded into my back with urgency. My grazing persisted and you cried out as an orgasm flooded your body. But I wasn't finished. My mouth found yours in a frenzied kiss and I swallowed your subsequent moans as my hand glided down to thrust into you. I reveled in how wet I had made you as your essence covered me. Using the tips of two fingers, I raked over the ridges at the topside of your core.

Your body was still reacting to the orgasm, but you rocked your hips against me, greeting my movements and making each plunge even deeper than the previous. You broke our kiss and buried your face in my neck, your whimpers and frantic breathing echoed off my skin and into my ear. The walls of your pussy tightened as I lunged into you. I increased my speed, pushing so hard that your ass slid back a little on the sink. A few more thrusts was all it took to send you over the edge. You arched back and cried out once more, then buried your face in my neck again and promptly sunk your teeth into my skin. At that, I emitted my own cry of pleasure as a shiver raced through me.

Holding you close as your body quivered and trembled, and your breathing returned to some semblance of normal, the door to the restroom was opened. I glanced into the mirror and noticed the bartender making her way inside. With a smirk on her face, she looked at me and said, "All right ladies, the fun is over..."

My most recent erotic story, from March 2008.

Tossing and rolling for what seemed the hundredth time, I turned onto my back and opened my eyes. Lifting my head, I glanced over you at the clock. The red numbers 2:33 glared back at me. Fuck, why couldn't I fall asleep? Exhaling with a quiet frustration, my gaze settled on your sleeping form as my head sank into the pillow once again. A brief moment of envy passed over me that you were sleeping so peacefully, but the feeling quickly passed as I focused on just how utterly beautiful you were - lying there on your back, the stresses of the previous day were nowhere to be seen on your soft features, your eyes moved ever so slightly beneath their lids as your mind frolicked in dreamland.

I angled onto my side and propped myself onto my left elbow. The subtle moonlight drifting through the creases of the curtains scattered in a silhouette over your forehead and the fullness of your slightly parted lips. The blanket was pulled to just below your breasts, with your left arm resting on the outside over your belly and your right arm arched above your head. Your hair, which you tied into a loose bunch each night, had come undone and cascaded in various directions around your head, a beautifully stark contrast of dark strands against the white of the pillowcase.

For several seconds I simply laid there studying you. I'd been sleeping with you in the same bed for a number of weeks and had taken many opportunities to admire your awe-inspiring beauty - all unbeknownst to you. You were absolutely breathtaking awake or asleep, but it was when you were sleeping that the wall you seemed to always have raised was lowered...inviting the reprieve you could ask for only in your dreams.

I reached out to delicately caress your cheek with my fingertips, drifting slowly to your mouth, my touch over your lips was even lighter. I didn't want to wake you, but the movement didn't seem to disturb you at all. Then I wondered, what exactly would it take to wake you?

I trailed down your chin and over the sharpness of your jawline, dallying over the skin of your throat and lingering for a few seconds at the spot that never failed to make you cry out as my teeth sank into it. I watched your chest as it rose and fell with your steady breathing, proceeding to glide over your right breast with my fingertips, grazing the nipple just enough that it stiffened, almost imperceptibly, beneath your tshirt. I glanced up at you again, my gaze on your face as I traced light circles directly over the nub with the palm of my hand; easily drawing it to full tautness against the fabric.

This still didn't rouse you, though, so I captured the knot between my thumb and forefinger, delicately squeezing...waiting for and quite sure of a reaction. Still, you slept. I knew you slumbered heavily, but damn....

I decided then that maybe the warmth of my hands on your skin would waken you. I slowly moved your arm from your stomach to your side, following by reaching for the hem of the blanket and pulling down, abandoning it at your hips. Your shirt had rolled up a little, exposing the skin of your belly; instantly my mind traveled back to just a few hours ago, when your fists were clenched in my hair, nudginging me lower as my lips, tongue and teeth trailed all along your stomach, your hips, your thighs and lower still...

Slipping beneath the edge of the cloth, I gently laid my hand flat against the soft skin... your warmth quickly radiated itself through my fingers and up my forearm. For a moment I enjoyed the feeling, watching as your breathing raised and lowered your diaphragm and thus my hand. I then began to glide my hand back and forth, over your belly button to the curve of your waist and repeated the pattern. I looked at you once more to see your mouth was now closed, but no other sign pointed to you actually waking.

Lowering my head to place a light kiss on the spot just below your belly button, I inhaled slowly and deply through my nose. The scent of your body wash mixed with the faint smell of sex from earlier filled my nostrils. The curiosity of what it would take to wake you quickly changed to an ache for you all over again. My mouth opened further as I dragged my teeth over your skin. Pushing the blanket down a ways, I adjusted my body and placed my right knee between your legs, shifting my weight so both of my hands could rest at your hips. My fingers massaged into the muscles as I continued my descent and a moan slipped from me as my chin grazed over the starting point of your trimmed pubic hair, tickling just a little.

So absorbed was I in tasting every exposed inch of you... so enthralled was I with thoughts of my mouth encircling your swelling clit... so preoccupied was I with the idea of my fingers plunging into your wet core and you tightening around me that I was actually startled by the feeling of your fists gripping my hair. Raising my head, my eyes found yours and our gazes locked easily through the shadows. I smirked at you as I thought to myself: so that is what it takes to wake you. And now that you were awake, your objective was quite clear...

Moaning softly and biting your lower lip, your head arched back into the pillow as you increased the pressure of your hands in my hair to push me downward. As you did this, you kicked your left leg from under the covers and hooked it over my shoulders. My smirk immediately disappeared and I slithered several inches farther through the tight space between your leg, slipping my right hand directly to your opening... already amazingly soak and wet. I taunted you by sliding only half of my middle finger past your labia and poking at your clit with the tip of my tongue. Your mind may have been on one track but I wasn't above prolonging things to tease you. Your shallow and broken breaths traveled the length of your body to my ears, conveying a message of frustrated desire.

I began to draw deliberate circles around the quickly swelling nub, careful to avoid brushing directly over it just yet. Increasing my pace, I then effortlessly glided my first two fingers into you until I could go no further and held there as I finally dragged directly over your clit. You jerked in response just like I knew you would. Directly over it again I went and again your body twitched. I flicked across and over repeatedly knowing doing so drove you crazy because it was a good spot, but not exactly the right spot. The space between your broken breaths filled with intermittent whimpers of my name. My tongue slid down and dipped into the well full of your nectar, its salty sweetness coating my taste buds. As I darted my tongue into you right above my fingers, I realized I could never get enough of you and would always want more....

And with that mindset, I took more.

My mouth once again journeyed upward and encircled the pulsating knot fully, suckling it intently between my teeth and proceeding to gently nibble. My fingers began to thrust in and out of you, the first few movements slow and light but wasting no time plunging harder and deeper. As your hips arched into my hand and face, you removed your leg from my shoulders and planted your feet firmly on the mattress for a steadier hold. In response, I hooked over your thigh with my left forearm and yanked you even closer, eliciting another cry of my name. There weren't words to adequately describe how I reacted to the sound of my name brushing past your lips and how utterly passionate your body responded in the heat of the moment; the way your hips pumped and writhed into my lunging hand, the way you pulled my hair while at the same time pushing me closer into you... I simply loved it.

I continued to thrust, calculatingly skimming my fingertips over the ridges of your g-spot each time. The faster I pistoned my arm, the harder you raised your hips, lifting them several inches from the bed to meet me. This made it impossible for me to stay on your clit so I instead started sinking my teeth into your inner thighs. Biting and sucking, I made my way to the crevice of your groin, to your hip bones and all along your lower belly as I ascended and aligned my body with yours. Just as I was about to detour and linger at your breasts, you virtually yanked me the last few inches and crashed your mouth against mine, hungrily extracting the remnants of your juices from my lips and tongue, which I pumped past your teeth in time with my fingers.

You buried your face between my neck and shoulder, looping your leg around my waist, luring me even deeper. Our moans and cries intermingled, muffled by skin and racing heartbeats.
Sweat was forming where our bodies touched. The sense of urgency intensified.

There would be no more teasing. I needed to feel you cum. Now.

I extended my thumb so that it brushed the underside of your clit with each thrust. Harder. Faster. Relentless.

You vaulted into me again and again as you sank your teeth into my flesh, bruising me.

Harder. Deeper.

The sounds escaping from your throat told me not to stop; that you were...right...there.

Faster.

I could feel the tremors beginning from inside you, pulsing to my fingers and through my arm.

More.

And then you were tumbling...falling...over the edge. You flung your head back and cried out. Your fingernails dug into my skin before scratching down my backside as your body caved beneath the waves of orgasm.

Your energy momentarily depleted, I simply held you.

After several minutes, you scraped your teeth over the angle of my jaw, you paused at my ear to murmur, "I love how you fuck me," and proceeded to roll over on top of me....

An erotic story of mine from December 2007. Comments? Criticism? Message me. :)


Sitting in the airport while waiting on my flight, we passed time talking about random subjects and joking about random things. As we conversed, my eyes roamed around the seating area, watching the various travelers coming and going as they arrived or departed. Even though we were in separate seats we were leaning close to one another. You rested your head sweetly on my shoulder and I turned to softly place a kiss on your hair. During a point of silence you twisted closer and buried your face in my neck. I heard your slow, deep inhale as you breathed in my cologne. I smiled as your exhale ended with a note of content.

At a moment you must have thought no one was looking...or perhaps you didn't really care if anyone was...you nipped playfully at the tender skin with the edge of your teeth, catching just enough to send goosebumps down the length of my arm. I playfully warned you of the consequences if you decided to continue, which you blatantly disregarded with another bite...this time leaning in and capturing more skin, deftly sucking it into your mouth. I gasped as that all too familiar electric current traveled directly between my legs. I hooked my arm around to the backside of your head, pulling you closer and in return you sank your teeth even deeper into my flesh. Still very aware of the people around us, it took all I had to stifle the release of the moan forming in my throat..

You drew back and looked at me, the self-satisfaction so evident in your twinkling eyes and teasing smirk I had to laugh. Oh yes, you knew my weak spots, how to get me worked up...and I was already aching. But, I also knew yours...

Returning your smirk with one of my own, I edged close to your ear and in a steady whisper instructed, "Meet me in the restroom one minute from the time you see me go through the doorway. I'll be waiting in the very last stall."

I glanced at you only fleetingly as I picked up my backpack, slung it over my shoulder and walked with a deliberate pace across the waiting area to the entrance at the other wall. I looked at my watch as soon as I entered then searched the restroom for people. Thankfully, only one stall was occupied and it was at the very front. As I made my way to the back, I noticed just how shallow my breathing had suddenly become. Inserting myself into the last stall, the larger one meant to accommodate those in wheelchairs, I closed the door but left the latch untouched. I placed my bag in plain sight on the floor to ensure no one else would think the toilet was free.

This particular stall was the 'full service' kind, with a sink and mirror in the corner. I approached the basin and glanced at my reflection in the glass. Would she really do this? I silently asked myself. I rotated my wrist and looked at my watch as my constricted lungs sucked in a breath of oxygen. Turning to lean my backside against the sink, I waited. Only 15 seconds had passed. Damn, I thought, as I licked my suddenly dry lips in anticipation.

Tick-tock...tick-tock... went my watch. Twenty five seconds turned to thirty as I imagined you opening the door and sliding in, your eyes holding my stare as you advanced toward me....

Agonizingly, the secondhand reached forty-five. The rapid thud of my heartbeat echoed in my ears as the throbbing between my legs radiated through me.

Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two...fifty-five seconds approached and I immediately wondered if I had presumed too much. My racing thoughts shifted from fucking you against the restroom wall to the analytical... Were you still out there in the waiting area? Too afraid? Not interested?

My stomach knotted and I sighed with disappointment as I prepared to exit the stall. As I was leaning over to pick up my bag however, the door creaked as it opened and you slowly stepped inside. Straightening, I watched as you rotated the lock into its latch and turned to face me. Your movements seemed almost slow motion. My expression was a mixture of surprise and arousal as you approached me and aligned your body to mine.

You looked into my eyes. I looked into yours. That self-satisfied expression from just moments ago was still present in your gaze and manifested itself once again in the smile that tilted your lips ever so slightly.

"So, I'm here..." you said quietly, your brow arching inquisitively. "What now?"

I was in slight awe that you were actually standing there with your body pressed against mine, but the heat emanating from you was definitely not imaginary. With the fingertips of my right hand, I grazed the curve of your mouth, tracing over the fullness of your lower lip in a slow, delicate back and forth pattern. The caress must have tickled because you pulled your lip into your mouth to bite it as your eyes drifted closed.

Before you opened them again, I cupped your face with both of my hands and brought my mouth to yours. At first our kiss was a sweet and gentle exploration; almost timid despite the number of times we had previously done so. When my tongue slipped into your mouth and collided with yours though, a sense of urgency replaced apprehension and the kiss quickly changed from mellow to intense. Your hands flew to the back of my head and pulled me closer, rigidly pushing your tongue further into my mouth so I would circle my lips around it and suck. I always loved how your fingers would course through the short strands of my hair, finding just enough to clench and tug while simultaneously drawing me into you.

For several moments, there was a dueling of tongues, clashing of teeth, biting of lips, roaming of hands through hair, over shoulders and beyond as we feasted on one another's mouths. The sound of our breathing and slight moans reverberated over the the tiled walls as the sound of more activity happening outside the stall reached my ears. Placing my hands at your hips, I turned 180 degrees and walked you into the wall between the sink and the toilet. I pulled away and reached with my left hand to turn on the faucet. Leaving the water on, I then returned my attention to you and swiftly buried my hand in the hair at the base of your neck, grabbing a handful and jerking your head back and to the side. The yank elicited a gasp from you just as I knew it would, but not quite loud enough to carry over the running tap.

Swooping down, I hungrily sank my teeth into the exposed flesh of your neck, sucking fiercely and evoking yet another moan from you...this one more pronounced. You dug your fingernails into my forearms as I continued biting, breaking the tiny blood vessels just beneath your skin. My hands traveled to the hem of your shirt, the fingertips of my right slipped beneath the fabric to linger at the waistband of your jeans, sliding inside just a tad to absorb the heat radiating from your skin.

I unhook the button and slide my hand all the way inside to cup my hand over your panties. If your skin was hot, the heat exuding from your aching core was scorching. Pressing into you, I massaged lightly and immediately felt your essence soak the cloth. My mouth finds its way back to yours as I teasingly draw my fingers upward and press directly into your clit, causing your body to jerk in response. I swallow the rush of your shallow breath before your teeth catch my lower lip and bite.

As much as I so badly wanted to mercilessly tease you, to bring you to the edge repeatedly before actually allowing you to tumble over, I realized time was of significance and we really didn't have much to take advantage of.

With that realization at the front of my mind, I moved back from you a couple steps to position myself at the front of the toilet, grasping your hand to pull you around and in front of me. I sat down on the very edge, my face now level with your lower belly. Lifting the hem of your shirt, I spent a few seconds slowly lowering the zipper of your jeans. As the zipper reached the end and I parted the material, I peeked up at you and flashed that well known smirk of mine. I leaned forward the few inches between my mouth and your exposed abdomen, placing my hands at your hips and then my warm mouth against you. As I trailed over the heated smoothness of your stomach, you buried your fingers in my hair to draw me closer. The scent of your skin coupled with the intoxicating scent that was all you filled my nose as I inhaled slowly and deeply.

I curved my fingers over the band of your panties, revealing the dark, neatly trimmed hair framing the part of you I was, without a doubt, addicted to. I quickly slipped past the barrier and directly to the opening of your pussy, dipping my middle finger into the wetness that had formed. Your head titled back as I moved in and out just slightly and you tightened the grip you had of my hair as I glided my fingertip up to your swollen clit... flicking right over it several times. Your legs jerked and I could hear the moans collecting in your throat before escaping with the sharpness of your breathing.

For a few brief moments, I stroked the engorged nub with your oh-so-sweet nectar. I then decided I needed...yes, needed...to taste you. Even if only for a another few brief moments as the question of when I might again echoed in my brain.

Almost hurriedly, I grabbed at your jeans and pulled them down a couple inches to allow me better access. You looked at me curiously as it seemed my quick movements caught you a little off guard. The surprise ended immediately, though, as you felt my mouth at the outer lips of your pussy...gasping as my tongue tip aimed directly for your clit, pressing at it insistently before capturing it between my teeth and lightly squeezing. Darting my tongue further into your slit, I slid downward and moaned as your juices coated my tastebuds. Damn, I loved your taste...

I extract my mouth from you, albeit reluctantly, and instruct you to straddle me. Your eyes darken as you situate yourself on my lap and wrap your legs around my middle, your feet against the back of the toilet. Our gazes meet for an instant before you lean in to taste yourself by slowly skimming your tongue over and around my lips. I poke out my own tongue and gently push it against yours, granting you a more thorough sampling and you encircle your mouth around it, intently suckling.

You wiggle a little as I tug at your jeans to lower them just a bit more. My right hand returns to its favorite spot of the moment between your legs. At first I use only the pad of my thumb to caress your clit, the moisture from you and the previous attentions of my mouth still covering the kernel...swelled, pulsating and throbbing. Your body twitched and you buried your face in the curve of my neck and shoulder as I began a rotating pattern of flicking and pressing.

Just as your reactions were heightening, I stopped. You let loose a half groan, half laugh, knowing full well I was teasing you. With momentary satisfaction, I smiled against your ear before descending...smoothly and deftly thrusting two fingers into your dripping core. As I pushed in as far as I could go, your teeth sank into the muscle of my shoulder. The smile was instantly wiped from my face and "fuck..." cascaded from my mouth on a moan and into your ear. You only bit harder as I began to shove in and out of you, rocking your hips in time with my hand.

Ceasing my thrusting movements for a moment, I keep my fingers deep inside you and focus on rubbing the tips back and forth over the grooves of your G-spot. Your body froze for a moment as the pleasure flooding through you abruptly changed its course. The mad rocking of your hips becomes a slower, more deliberate movement against me and I can feel a deep quiver forming from within you.

The water still running in the sink next to us, the people in the restroom doing their business, quite possibly fully aware of what was going on in this stall... I was suddenly oblivious to it all. My thoughts, my actions, my desires...all fled to one track, and that was to make you cum. Hard and fast. I didn't care how loudly I made you cry out. I simply wanted to feel you explode from the inside out around me.

My fingers plunged further, shoving forcefully and on the way out curled upwards to scale over those sensitive ridges again and again. I repeated this over and over as you rode my hand. Where my thrusting alone couldn't reach, you granted me access with your insistent arching into me. It was clear that hard and fast were on your mind as well...

Your moans became small cries and your breathing turned sharp and shallow. My own breathing did the same as all of my senses were overloaded in response to you. My hand smashed into you...you crashed into me. You...were...so...close.

Several more thrusts and I locked my lips over yours just seconds before you erupted, catching the near scream you let loose in my mouth and stifling its volume by a decibel or two. There was something about tasting an orgasm's resulting moans that I absolutely loved. You clutched my shirt in your fists and wrapped your legs even more tightly around me as the walls of your pussy closed and pulsated gloriously around my fingers.

You held yourself against me for another moment as the spasms flooding through you calmed and your breathing relaxed. We kissed yet again, the same gentle exploration of earlier returning...

The Art of Kissing... (copyright 2003)

Kissing is something I truly enjoy. A simple light kiss on the cheek to a passionate, lingering kiss on the mouth and anything between or beyond... all of these kisses have their own value. None is any less important than the next. It just depends on what emotion you are hoping to convey.

I will attempt to explain my theory with a little story. A girlfriend of mine and I were discussing kissing one day not too long ago. She and I were not romantically involved, but we flirted with and teased each other fairly regularly. We seemed to possess the same opinion of kissing and how erotic even a soft kiss on the cheek could be - if the body language was right.

As we were talking over the science behind kissing, she surprised me by saying, "So, why don't you show me the evidence you have to support your theories?" Her eyes filled with that familiar teasing I had become used to seeing.

I looked at her in slight shock. She rarely ever surprised me with her playful audacity, but I definitely wasn't expecting this proposition. We continued to hold one another's gaze a few moments as I tried to figure out her intentions. I slowly extracted myself from my chair and crossed the short distance to stand in front of her. I had always wondered what kissing her would feel like....

Looking down at her as she looked up at me, I grasped her hand and slowly pulled her to a standing position in front of me. Our bodies still a good foot apart, I softly explained, "Well, in my book, there are six types of kisses." Her eyes were still dancing playfully as she nodded to acknowledge my comment.

Still holding her hand, I slowly pulled it to my mouth. "First," I breathed across her knuckles, "there is the polite kiss on the hand." I closed my mouth and gently pressed my lips into the backs of her fingers, all the while maintaining eye contact. It appeared to me she stopped breathing for a brief moment, but her eyes were still glowing, so I wasn't sure. I continued without much of a second thought.

I stepped closer, reducing the distance between our bodies by several more inches. Leaning towards her, our breasts nearly touched as I placed my mouth very close to her ear.

"Second," I whispered, my warm breath cascading softly across her ear and jawline, "is the friendly kiss on the cheek." Touching my lips lightly to the soft skin of her cheek, I allowed myself to linger for the effect. When I pulled back to meet her gaze, I noticed immediately that her eyes had darkened considerably and her tongue tip darted out to moisten her lips.

Continuing, I maintained the distance between us as my eyes travelled up and down slowly - studying her eyes and then her mouth. Up close, I deemed her lips to be the most delectable things I'd seen. Watching her watch my mouth, I said, "Third, is the simple peck on the lips," and reached up to gently cup her face with both of my hands. I quickly brushed my mouth over hers, purposely choosing not to linger, and pulled back again.

My hands still cupping her face, I paused to study her. Her expression was not easily discernable and seemed to me one of many thoughts and feelings all at once. The playful light in her eyes had changed to something else. I wasn't sure of my own thoughts, either. My skin was tingly, my body was warm and my head was swarming with dozens of images.

Clearing her throat quietly, she murmured, "And the fourth type of kiss?"

Grinning slightly, I gazed deeply into her eyes and said, "The fourth kiss is one of my favorites because it has the potential to lead into so much more."

My mouth on hers again, I pressed closer this time. The softness of her lips caressed my own. I concentrated a few moments on the contour of them and how perfectly our mouths fit... akin to two jigsaw puzzle pieces finding their matches.

Pulling away slowly, I opened my eyes and noticed hers were still closed. After a few seconds, she opened them and it was my turn to stop breathing. The heat in her eyes coursed through my body and radiated to my soul. There was definitely no turning back now. I was in too deep to even consider it.

Stepping further into the fire, I pulled her body flush against mine... hips and breasts pressing into one another. I snaked my left hand around her waist and my right to the back of her neck, burying my fingers in her soft hair and lowered my mouth to the right side of her neck. Parting my lips slightly, I placed soft kisses along the curve before trailing the tip of my tongue back over the same path. Opening my mouth a bit more, I began to suckle gently at the tender spot in the crook between neck and collarbone. She moaned softly and grabbed a handful of my shirt, tugging on it. I suckled just slightly harder to elicit a louder moan and drifted my left hand from her waist up the sweep of her back, my fingertips memorizing the shape through her shirt.

Tracing along her jaw, I slid my lips to her chin and again to the honey of her mouth. I lingered on her lower lip, gently sucking it into my mouth and drawing my tongue tip over it before kissing her fully, my tongue softly crashing into hers. I studied the smoothness of her teeth and the softness of her tongue as my hands began roaming over her body with more fervor, finding their way up her shirt and resting on the warm skin of her back.

I didn't want to end the kiss, but somewhere in my mind, I knew I had to. At least for the moment. I slowly pulled away. Our faces were still close as we gazed deeply into each other's eyes. Mustering my senses, I said quietly, "Those were the fifth and sixth kisses."

I stood there, waiting. Not exactly sure what I was waiting for, but I didn't move.

She nodded slowly, and whispered, "I definitely like those the best," before placing a hand at the back of my head and pulling my mouth back to hers....