“Must be nice to be loaded,” I thought, placing a case of
Cheval Blanc beside the mixed case of Domaine de la
Romanie-Conti and Domaine Meo-Camuzet. $1900 worth of wine in
two cases. It was worth going the extra mile for customers
like these. The 25 minute drive was over in a flash; I’d made
it before and took a few shortcuts to avoid the construction
induced delays on the highway. I enjoyed the smell of freshly
mown hay as I traveled down the country road before turning
into the driveway of this most impressive home. Roger
Fontaine was a former NFL cornerback, a two time pro-bowler
who’d played for the Steelers in 3 superbowls before an
unfortunate injury to his anterior cruciate ligament ended
his career prematurely.

I parked next to a black Ferrari GTO in the spacious
driveway. What a machine, I thought, as I inspected an
automobile that cost more than my condo. Athletes’ salaries
are so insane, I mused.

I went up to the front door and rang the bell. Ferdinand,
the male servant, answered the door with the kind of
arrogance that only servants to the filfthy rich can muster.
“Is Mr. Fontaine in?” “No, sir, he’ll be out for the day. May
I help you?” “I have a delivery for Mr. Fontaine’s cellar;
two cases of wine.” “Oh, yes, the delivery entrance is around
back. I’ll meet you there.” And he turned to leave. I suppose
he wasn’t discourteous, but the cold detachment, the “I can
scarcely be bothered with you” attitude was really quite
grating.

I brought the car around to the rear entrance, and popped
the trunk. Grabbing the Cheval Blanc, I moved towards the door
when a movement in the pool area caught my eye. A gorgeous
woman was getting out of the pool. Must be the wife, I
figured. Ferdinand appeared presently and let me in. I took
the case down the stairs and put in on a large wooden table
in the cellar. I went back and got the other one, and placed
it beside the first. I looked about the cellar for just a
minute. Impressive. Verticals of a number of Bordeaux, some
prime vintages of burgundy, major california varietals.
Better than even my personal cellar, in sheer volume of
impressive wines. If nothing else, Fontaine had exquisite
taste.

As I got back to the top of the stairs, Mrs. Fontaine was
there. She’d put on a cotton wrap, but it really did little
to hide her beauty. I tried not to appear awestruck. “How
much do I owe you?” she inquired. “Nineteen-hundred and
seventy-five dollars,” I answered, almost apologetically.
She didn’t even bat an eye. Ferdinand supplied the checkbook.
“Thank you, Ferdinand. I won’t be needing you anymore today.”
“Very well, Madam. Good day.” And he left.

I couldn’t help but stare at Mrs. Fontaine. Her delicate
and feminine features were most alluring. Long chestnut brown
locks were pulled back in a pony-tail. I was close enough to her
to smell some very expensive perfume. Fortunately it was as
light and delicate as her beauty and not overpowering or
cloyingly sweet. I surreptitiously inhaled deeply, closing my
eyes. Exquisite. I opened my eyes to see her looking at me
with considerable amusement. I blushed deeply and wanted
nothing more than to get the check and disappear. “You like
that?” “Um, yes, it is a most delightful scent.” “It’s called
Jungle Gardenia.” She handed me the check. “Thank you very
much,” I blurted and turned to leave, but her hand touched my
arm and I couldn’t bring myself to move.

“It’s really quite warm out, could I offer you something to
drink?” Meanwhile, her feminine touch on my arm is setting
off deep primordial urges in my loins. “Um, sure,” I breathed
nervously. I thought to myself how utterly unsmooth I was
being. “What would you like? We have all sorts of wine, we
have beer, a full bar– Ferdy’s gone for the day so you’ll
have to fend for yourself. There’s wine in here,” she
drawled, indicating a half-size refrigerator. I chose an
alsatian riesling. “‘Screw?” I asked. “Um, I mean, corkscrew.”
There I go blushing again. “Sure, to both questions.” She had
the corkscrew in her hands. When I went to reach for it, she
pulled it away. She did this twice. Then I put my hand out,
palm up, and she put the corkscrew into it. I opened the
bottle without further ceremony, and filled the two Riedel
crystal glasses she had produced. I savored the bouquet of
the wine, inhaling deeply. I nodded and took a sip. Crisp and
lively and fully dry in the traditional alsatian style. Most
refreshing.

She put her glass down and before I knew it her arms were
around my neck. I was very nervous. Christ, if her husband
showed up I’d be leaving in a plastic sack. “Relax,” she
whispered reassuringly, “he won’t be back today. He’s off to
San Jose on business.” I put my glass down, put my arms
around her waist and asked her what on earth she wanted with
me. Her face clouded and she pouted for a second. “My sex
life is tremendously unsatisfying. I haven’t had a real
orgasm that I didn’t give myself in months, maybe years. My
husband is hung like a horse but he thinks that’s all there
is to sex. Foreplay is minimal when there’s any at all, and
he never, you know, eats me. So I never cum. I have to fake
it to save his ego.” “Wow, that was quite a mouthful. What
makes you so sure I’ll be any better?” She never really
answered. “Just shut up and kiss me you fool.”

Our lips met and it was electrifying. Our bodies melted
together and I ran my hands over her back as we embraced. Her
hungry tongue pushed its way into my mouth and our tongues
swirled together in a timeless oral pas de deux. Our collective
breathing deepened. Finally I broke the kiss. My initial
reservations were rapidly being consumed by the insatiable
fire of lust.

She grabbed her glass and took a sip. “Brilliant choice; I
love it.” She turned and walked away, to my extreme confusion.
She turned back, “Well come on!” I didn’t need to be told
twice! I grabbed the bottle and my glass and followed her. I
walked directly behind her, watching her graceful curves and
movements. She was rather feline, I decided, as I watched her
move. No doubt about it, this was one hot woman.

We went up the stairs to her bedroom. I began to relax and
enjoy myself. Here was a beautiful woman about to exchange
mutual carnal knowledge with me. Life could be worse! She sat
on the edge of the bad. “Um, Mrs…” “Veronique,” she
interrupted. “Oh, Veronique” I said, employing my well
developed french accent and noticing how she crinkled her
nose with enjoyment as she smiled when I said it, “you have
beautiful hair.” I stroked it, decided the ponytail was a
problem, and undid the bow which held it up. Her chestnut
locks cascaded over her shoulders. It was much nicer to touch
this way. I brought her head to my chest as I ran my hands
through her silky hair. She purred contentedly. I put my
glass on the nightstand, touched her face and brought our
lips together.

More electricity. Our mutual lust was spreading, growing in
strength and urgency. We devoured each other’s mouths. Hot,
sweet kisses here and there; tongues probing, tasting,
loving. I opened my eyes and her face was lightly flushed.
“My, but you’re an excellent kisser!” she exclaimed. “Oh, I’m
quite oral,” I laughed. Her eyes danced with anticipation.
Her hands flew to my shirt and deftly undid each button. She
put her hand inside and felt my firm pecs, gliding her hands
through the forest of chest hair and gently tweaking each
nipple in turn and then together. It felt so good. I took
another sip of my wine as she did this, then put the glass to
her lips and tipped it carefully. “Mmmm, that really is good,
isn’t it?” she inquired. I nodded.

I stood her up and removed her cover up. Her nipples poked
through the fabric of her expensive french bikini. I pulled
the top off, and her breasts stood proudly before me.
Perfectly formed, creamy white and firm, they were like
melons ripe for the taking. I caressed them softly, kneading
them gently, urging further nipple arousal. She whimpered
softly. “Your hands,” she whispered. “Tender touches…”
Her nipples were wildly erect now, virtually screaming for
some attention. I leaned over and licked over a nipple with
deliberate slowness. A tiny, feminine gasp escaped her lips.
I did the same to the other one. I stood, and grabbed the
bottle. I lay her on her back, and poured a few dribbles of
riesling over her nipples and breasts. I quickly kissed up
every drop. Her pulse quicked with every kiss and nibble. I
dribbled more. Kisses and licks swabbed up the wine, and the
occasional odd nip kept her off balance. “Oh my God, I can’t
believe how good that feels!” she squealed like a child.

I was getting almost dizzy, between the rush of blood into
my now aching penis and the alcohol in my bloodstream. I
pulled off my pants to release some of the pressure, and
dropped my underwear as well. I was now fully naked, with my
pulsing pole standing at attention. I skillfully hooked my
fingers under her bikini bottom, and slowly pulled it down to
reveal a well trimmed bush. As she spread her legs, I could
see her pink-brown lips were distended and glossy with
arousal. I kissed the top of her mound, and she tried to
bring her clit in contact with my tongue. “All in good time,
Veronique,” I teased. I wanted her frustration to continue,
for now at least. I refilled my glass, finishing the bottle.
I pulled the rest of the capsule off the top and held the top
in one hand as I toyed with her pubies with the other. She
was squirming now, so I leaned over and took a nipple into my
mouth and sucked- hard. Her vocalizations became less
intelligible, but the message was clear. She loved the way I
was playing with her.

After a few minutes, the top of the bottle was warm, and I
maneuvered myself so my cock was at her tit level. “Rub my
cock on your tits,” I instructed. Soon I could feel her ripe
breasts and hard nipples under my raging pecker. I spread her
legs apart and began running my fingers along her lips,
spreading the wetness around. She was getting quite charged
from all of this. I began to play with her pussy with the
slender wine bottle. Like many german wine bottles, those of
Alsace are long and tapered. I would soon put these
attributes to good use. I began rubbing her clit with the
bottle, then I went back down along her slit. She looked up
to see what I was doing, the sensations were so different
from anything she’d experienced. I leaned over and licked her
burning pussy with long up and down strokes. She shuddered in
pre-orgasmic bliss. I worked two fingers into her and
massaged her g-spot for a minute or two. Her excitement was
reflected in her expanding pussy. I slowly and carefully put
the bottle against her vagina and pushed steadily until it
started to go in. A cry from the other end of the bed made me
stop. “No! Don’t stop!” I began a careful in and out motion,
working the bottle in a little more each time. I got four or
five inches in, and the bottle was getting pretty big around
at that point. I didn’t want to stretch her too much. I
leaned over and after a few manipulations of the bottle and
some neck craning moments, I was able to tongue her swollen
clit. It took less than 10 seconds to push her over the edge.

She came, screaming, writhing, hot snatch pulsing around
the glass intruder. She was completely incoherent, thrashing
and moaning. I stopped licking her so she could relax, and
slowly slid the bottle out of her crack. She lay panting next
to me, but hardly finished. She rolled over on top of me and
began furiously sticking her tongue down my throat, tasting
her own juices on my lips and tongue. She was like a woman
possessed. Now she began biting and sucking my nipples, which
got them very sensitive, as I played with her firm breasts. I
was on the verge of blue balls at this point. I’ve had blue
balls more often than Papa Smurf, but that wasn’t going to
happen this time. She went down on me and slurped my bone
into her mouth. She was an accomplished fellatrix, that was
immediately apparent. Up and down, tonguing my balls, pushing
my legs apart and licking over my anus; I was quickly being
sent into orbit

She looked up at me, slyly, and took my balls into her
mouth while maintaining eye contact. It was intensely erotic
seeing her suck my nuts that way. With a plop they fell out
of her mouth and she began slurping on the purple head. Then
she did something I found extremely intense; she began
talking dirty to me with her mouth full of cock. She told me
how she loved sucking me off and how she looked forward to
tasting my hot cum. She kept it up for several minutes before
my eyes closed involuntarily and I braced myself for the
eruption. I began squirting hotly into her mouth; it was such
a powerful orgasm that the first spasm lasted about 3 seconds.
I must have spurted alot because she started choking.
Then the spasms came closer together as I proclaimed my
enjoyment. She kept up with it as best she could until I was
done. I was actually seeing stars, I was hyperventilating so
much. She wiped a few strings of cum off her lips, and lay
beside me.

She began running her hands over my chest and licking my
ear, and I never really got soft. She straddled me and her
hot muff slid over my turgid rod with silky smoothness. No
wonder her husband couldn’t hold it very long. She was
exquisite, she’d clench her muscles and milk my cock, then
ride more. I rolled us over so I could be on top. I had her
put her legs together so my cock slid directly over her clit,
then began pumping rhythmically. Our sounds together were a
symphony of love. Sweaty bodies sliding together, desperate
breathing, moaning and crying gave way to shrieks of pleasure
as we climbed the plateau. Her body became rigid then
quivered like a bowstring as she shot over the cliff.
Incomprehensible cries filled the air as I joined her in
a paroxysm of ecstasy.

We lay there together, enjoying the post-orgasmic
aftershocks. Nothing like servicing your accounts, I say.

We were at a wedding. Both of us had traveled a thousand-something miles
(me from the east, she from the west) out of various senses of obligation.
Neither of us felt obligations to the party beyond our presence, which had duly
been noted some hours previous.
She was easily the most gorgeous woman there; tall, big-boned,
beautifully-shaped with lovely, well-formed breasts and an ass that reminded me
of the Cheshire cat’s tail — so round, so firm, so fully packed. Her dress –
black and backless, hanging in place by a pair of hopelessly overmatched
spaghetti straps — clung for dear life to every curve and contour. Under
normal circumstances, the dress would have ended around her ankles, but the
slit that started about three inches below her crotch made the circumstances
anything but normal. There was no possibility — and I considered the matter
carefully and minutely — that she was wearing a stitch underneath.
In a word, she was spectacular. It was hardly possible that she was there
alone, but I guess I was either the only unattached male in the room or the
only one that wasn’t terrified of her looks.
I wish I could claim that I walked up to her and claimed her on the spot,
but it was more like the other way around.
“Is anyone sitting here?” she asked, pointing at the empty seat next to me.
“You mean here?” I responded, my customary wit ever at hand when
confronted with the imponderable.
“Well, I guess I could sit over at that table,” she said with a smile,
starting to turn away.
“No!,” I shouted, nearly tipping over ever glass within reach. “No, no,
no. Please. Allow me.”
She settled in with a graceful and effective motion, giving me a long gaze
at a cleavage that seemed to end at her navel. The effect on me was immediate.
I felt myself hardening and lengthening, no more than inches from her mouth.
She noticed, but didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to; her open mouthed
smile and the way she licked her lips were all that was required.

“A drink?” I offered. She declined. I waved over a double bourbon neat.
I had the feeling I would need it.
We chatted for a while, getting the basic information. She was, of all
things, a commodities broker, and an avid yoga fan. There were a couple of
marriages in the past, tidy settlements which let her speculate in the market
if she wanted to. She didn’t have to; she did it for the fun and action.
How anyone under that kind of stress could look like that quite escaped
me. The miracles of modern fabric design. Better living through chemistry,
indeed.
We talked for about a half-hour or so, and when the orchestra came back
from its break, I asked her to dance.
The combo played a few typical wedding-type numbers when I excused myself
and slipped the band leader a twenty and a few requests.
I returned just as the band swung into the first slow number of the
evening. Gershwin, of course. It was quite lovely — amazing what a
double-sawbuck can still do.
“It’s very clear, our love is here to stay….”
I took her in my arms and guided her onto the floor. I held her close but
respectfully, our bodies brushing each other, tantalizing. A seduction, not a
rape.
“… Not for a year, forever and a day…”
She slipped her hands around my neck and put her head on my shoulder, her
perfume reaching my nose and having the expected aphrodisiac effect. What had
subsided to a slight tumescence was rapidly becoming a most uncomfortable
hard-on. She gently pressed her crotch to mine, the tips of her breasts
caressing my shirt.
“… They say the Rockies may crumble, Gibraltar may tumble, they’re only
made of clay…”
That’s more than they can say for me. I moved my hands lower, to the
small of her back and top of her ass, letting her feel my erection, as she
kissed my neck and ear.
“…But our love is here to stay.”
I cupped her right breast in my hand, feeling a surprisingly small nipple
grow pebble-hard under my hand as she made a small whimpering sound.
This vertical seduction went on for a chorus or three until I grew
concerned that either we would disgrace ourselves on the dance floor or the
good city fathers would insist we use our plane tickets immediately. After
all, we both had hotel rooms, right?
The song ended and her head came up off my shoulder. She didn’t appear to
be focussing too well, but that may just have been because I wasn’t focussing
too well, either.
“I feel a powerful need to drag you away and do all sorts of despicable
things to your body,” I said with a grin.
“Sorry,” she said, grabbing me by my tie. (The other obvious handle would
have shocked too many people.) “I picked you up. I get to do the despicable
things first.”
I somehow found it hard to argue.

The elevator, when it came, was empty. As they tend to be in large luxury
hotels, it was mirrored. We looked at each other and broke out laughing. Not
a word was necessary.
The old cartoon gag has lovers climbing into an elevator, pressing the
stop button, making mad passionate love and leaving some time later. Take it
from me: it’s a fantasy. Pressing the stop button tends to set off fire
alarms, and gushing fire hoses are erotic only in phallic symbolism.
Not that elevators are exactly boring. Before I could ask what floor we
were going to, she pressed the Penthouse button. Since the hotel had better
than 60 floors and we were on 3, it would be quite the ride.
She did not jump me. She did, however, back me against the back wall and
turn her back on me.
“Tease me, Bill,” she whispered. “Make me want your cock.”

Who am I to turn down an offer like that? I kissed the back of her neck,
my hands wrapping around her to feel the weight of her tits. She pushed her
ass back against my prick, moving in circles and back and forth. I pinched her
nipples and she moaned. I licked my fingers and eased the straps off her
shoulders, exposing her breasts to the air and mirrors.
“Oh, no, Bill,” she sighed. “We don’t have the time. Someone might come
in.” Still, she stared at herself in the mirror as I moistened my fingers and
went back to her nipples. She pushed hard against my hands and my cock, gasping
and closing her eyes. Could she be this easy to bring off?
The elevator slowed, giving us both a tremor and reminding me that teasing
under G-forces is something to be explored further. She quickly adjusted her
straps, tucked her breasts back in, and gave me a kiss that delivered plenty
and promised lots more.
“You,” she said playfully, “are a nasty man. I like that in a guy.”
The elevator door opened just after she gave my prick a firm squeeze. A
prim-looking family of five stood there waiting. She grabbed my hand and
dragged me away.

A loud crash of cymbals reminded me where I was. Two pages to go before
my part. With an effort and a determination not to look in her direction, lest
I be distracted again, I wait out the interval and sing the brief fugue. The
conductor looks pleased and I can go back to my memories.

I’d been wondering why we were headed for the penthouse area. My room was
far below, and I assumed hers was too. My curiosity was further aroused when
she led me to a door marked “EXIT”.
“Excuse me, dear,” I started. “You don’t mean to bounce me down the
steps, do you?”
“Not hardly,” she giggled. “Just come on!”
She pushed through the door and led me up the concrete and steel stairs,
our foot steps echoing. We reached a door at the top — alarmed but unlocked.
She pushed the door open and we stepped out onto the roof of the city’s tallest
building.
“I love it up here!” she shouted over the wind. “I can see everything! It
makes me feel so free!”
Then she was in my arms, her tongue running along my lips and teeth,
clashing against mine. Our bodies clutched at each other, tighter, tighter.
Our groins pushed against each other, pressing fiercely, trying to burn through
our clothes. The wind whipped her dress around, raising it almost to her cunt.
My hands were all over her tits, pinching the nipples, hefting their weight,
teasing them with my thumbs.
I could feel her moaning — feel her, not hear her, because the wind was
so loud. Then her mouth was at my ear, and I heard her say…
“Didn’t I mention doing something despicable?”
She dropped to her knees, smiled wickedly and again lowered the straps of
her dress, exposing her breasts to the cold night air. Her hands reached out
and caressed the outlines of my long-since uncomfortable hard-on, running her
fingers and palms up and down its length, pressing just behind its head.
Then she lowered her head over my cockhead, still confined in my pants,
warming it and making it jerk. I wanted nothing so much as for her to take it
in her mouth, take all of it, and make me come.
As though she had read my mind, she tugged down my fly, reaching inside to
caress my prick through my underwear. She tugged the last cloth barrier aside,
and my cock popped out, freed and bobbing in the wind.
She drew her breath, then stuck out her tongue and licked my cock
carefully, starting at the back of the head and working forward. I reached
behind me, looking for something to help support me and found a brick house
that enclosed the top of the stairs. I leaned back against it, nearly overcome
by her.
She had closed her eyes, and cupped her hands around the base of my cock.
Her mouth slid over me, her tits pressing against my thighs as she took my
entire length. She rocked back and forth two, three, maybe four times (I’m
sure I wasn’t counting), licking me as her head pulled back, her lips and mouth
covering me firmly. I reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, guiding
her back and forth, back and forth and I felt my cum building in my balls.
The she pulled back, still stroking me with her hands, and shouted
something. She sat up a little straighter, and enveloped my cock with her
tits, incredibly warm and spectacularly arousing. Her nipples looking as tight
as they could get, the breasts themselves firm and inviting. I reached down
and squeezed her tits with her, and her eyes closed, and her head went back.
Clearly, I had something there.

A blowjob was fine — and I intended to have her finish it later — but I
had other things on my mind. I pulled her up and clamped my mouth firmly on
hers, my hands lightly pinching her nipples. She ground against me, and I
reached under her dress and grabbed her lovely butt.
Only then did it occur to me that I was right; there really was no
underwear. None at all.
Her cheeks were everything they had appeared to be — round and firm. I
pulled them gently apart, ran my fingers down her crack and over her cunt lips.
Lord, she was wet! I slid a finger, then another, between her moist lips and
into her tunnel. Pressed her face into my ear, caught the lobe between her
teeth. She raised a leg and wrapped it around me, trying to slide her cunt
over my cock. That was the general idea, but not yet. Not yet.
I eased my fingers out slowly, letting them rub against her exposed clit.
Then I ran a single finger slooowly over the clit again. Then again. Then
faster. Then harder. Her ass tightened and her leg grabbed at me harder.
Then I stopped.
She pulled back her head, breathing like a miler. Absolutely not
focussing. Not at all. I spun her around, leaned her against the brick house,
and pulled up her dress, leaving her ass and pussy as exposed as her tits.
She was yelling something; I couldn’t hear, but I could guess, and I
intended to oblige. I guided my prick to her cunt opening and slowly slid in.
She pushed back against me as though possessed, then lunged away and lunged
back, taking my whole length in single strokes.
It would be nice to report that this all went on for days at a time.
Remember, though, that we had now been teasing each other for almost an hour,
and we were not precisely made of stone.
We bucked at each other, my hands holding her ass cheeks apart, then
together, my prick sliding in and out as her cunt lips clenched and unclenched.
There was no restraint, just prick and cunt, pressing at each other until I
felt her pussy grab once, twice, three times and the cum pressure built in my
balls and it was exploding, jetting out of me in pump after pump after pump
after pump after pump.
I collapsed on her and she collapsed against the wall. We stayed that way
for a couple of minutes, the wind subsiding but the night chill lifting some of
our heat.
“I love the lights from out here,” she said, lifting herself from the wall
and looking out over the city. “It’s like I can do anything from here.”
I nodded, sliding my arm around her and pulling her close to my side.
She looked down at herself — her dress not in shreds but certainly not
fit for public display. “Any thoughts about how we get down from here?”
“Depends,” I said. “I’m on the 18th floor. You?”
“I’m on 32.”
“Well, I don’t guess we’ll meet anyone on the stairs.”
She smiled. “I should think not. After you?”
It took us a while to get to her room, but the thing of it is, we kept
getting distracted. Soon as we arrived, she called the front desk. Extended
her stay for an extra evening. No way were we getting out of bed before
check-out time.

Intermission. Time for me to pull myself together. I was standing on the
tiny landing just to the right of the stage, half-listening to the conductor
say how well the first half had gone when I saw her walking down the hall
toward me.
In the old Carnegie Hall, anyone could get backstage merely by passing
down a corridor lined by portraits of composers. Here she came, just walking
down the hall, past Liszt, past Bizet, passed Berlioz and into my arms.
No question — it was her. All of her. I thanked the muses that I was
done for the night.
We squeezed each other for what seemed like hours, and it still wasn’t
enough.
“What on earth are you doing here?” I asked her.
“I was in town on some business and caught the ad in the Times,” she said.
“I asked around, and when I heard you’d be here, I extended the trip. Got some
time for an old broad?”
“Nope,” I smiled. “Just time for you. Grab some dinner?”
“Nope. Grab something else.” She did, and I suddenly wasn’t hungry any
more. Not for food, anyway.

The End
–

My childhood was not your normal, typical childhood. As most kids were
chumming around with others, I ended up spending most of my time at
home, or with my dad or uncles. Interestingly enough, I went a number
of times with my dad to his favorite hang-out; a friend of his operated
a gas station that was frequented by truckers. So, by the age of 13, I
had been exposed to every known word in the book, along with stealing
some glances at the magazines that they had there. Seemed like some of
them used used “F*ck” for every other word coming out of their mouths.
Needless to say, this left me with an idle curiousity of women as a
whole.

As I grew older, my dad started taking me on jobs with him; he ran an
air conditioning business on the side. One of his clients was the
apartment complex next to the high school I was going to. I’d go with
him on these jobs, helping him out with the ladders, installing Freon,
swapping out compressors, etc. Occasionally, we’d have to go into the
apartments to make sure that the air conditioner would kick on and cool
down the apartments.

Well, one day there was a problem with the air conditioner in apartment
#2301. Needless to say, since it was a saturday, I went with dad to
help him. We’d went to the apartment manager’s office to get the work
order, and then proceeded to the apartment. When we got there, we found
that there was a leak on the roof, and that it would require only a
small soldering job, along with filling up the unit with more Freon.
After doing this, we went down to the apartment itself, and knocked on
the door. A woman, I’d say in her late twenties, answered the door. We

told her that we had worked on the air conditioner, and wanted to check
to make sure that it was cooling her apartment. She invited us in, and
let us go to the thermostat. My dad started to play with the controls,
as I just scanned my eyes around the room. She seemed to be into
computers, and music (which was my pasttime; I was programming in three
different languages, and enjoyed computer music/synthesizers). We
started to get into a conversation, and then wouldn’t you know — dad
said all looked okay and that we should go. As we were leaving, the
girl gave me a slip of paper. Not thinking anything about it, I put
it into my pocket.

Later on that day, when I was at home and in my room, I started to empty
out my pockets. I came accross that piece of paper–it said that she
wanted me to call her and gave her phone number. Not knowing any
better, I went to the phone and dialed the number. After a few rings,
the phone was answered–it was that woman. “Yes, who is it?” she
asked–not thinking anything was wrong, I said it was the kid she gave
the note to earlier today; from the air conditioning job. All of a
sudden, her voice changed– she sounded mysterious. “I wanted to talk
more to you about things, but you had to go. Could you come over some
time so we could talk more?” I guess that I might have found a new
friend, so I said that I could ride my bike over. I told my parents
that I was going over to a friend’s house, and would be back later that
night.

When I got to the apartment complex, I found a place to store my bike
and lock it up. I went to the apartment, and knocked on the door.
“Who is it?,” I heard her call out. “It’s me, the kid you asked to come
over.” I heard her say “Come on in, and close the door. I’ll be out in
a second.” So, I entered the apartment and closed the door. She had on
some rather soft music and one of the lava lights going in the
background. I sat down on the couch and waited for her.

After a few minutes, she walked into the room. I was completely
shocked; I looked at her and saw a completely naked woman coming towards
me. I started to back away from her, on the couch. She looked at me,
and started to chuckle;”Well, what do you know — a virgin!”. I
cringed, not knowing what to do. “Please, lady — what do you want?”
My body was trembling at this point; it would be obvious to anyone.
“Relax, and calm down. I just wanted to show you how much I appreciated
our chat earlier today, and that I want to share myself with you…”

“But, I’ve never …,” the words comming out with a nervousness that I’d
never had before.

“Look, let me show you that it’s ok.” She took my hand and kissed the
fingers slowly, then guided it to her body. “This is a breast, and see
my erect nipples? Feel how soft and hard they are.” My hand was guided
around the mounds that i’d only seen in pictures. It felt so different,
so..so…well, I just couldn’t describe the difference in touch. She
moved my fingers onto her nipple, and started to lightly touch them with
my hand. “See what you do to me?,” she said in a low voice. ” I want
you to come here and kiss my breasts.” I was pulled towards her, my
head drawn to those lucious mounds. I started to kiss each one; in
doing so, i could hear her make different noises. “Suck on my nipples!”
she commanded, pressing my mouth onto one of the erect brown beauties.
I started to suck on it, ever so lightly. I wasn’t sure, but i
thought that i could taste something liquidy in my mouth that I was
unfamiliar with. I’m not sure why, but i started to slowly and gently
nibble on them also, as she held me close to her.

While I was doing this, I opened my eyes and found that i was looking
right into her “private” area. I’d never seen anything like it; she had
her pubic hair trimmed, exposing herself to my glances. I guess that
after a while, she knew that i was transfixed on something else. She
started to open her legs, to reveal her “womanhood” to me. Nothing in
the pictures that I’d seen earlier had a woman with her legs spread…I
was completely unprepared for this…

“Wait, now, I want to let you look at me…”, she motioned me away, as
she re-adjusted herself on the couch…

“This is my clitoris,” she pointed to me with her long fingers. “It’s
commonly referred to as a ‘clit’, and what is right below it is the
entrance to my vagina…also referred to as a ‘cunt’. I want you to
look at my clit now, and see what you have done to me.” She motioned me
towards her again, wanting my face to be in the area of her clit. “I
want you to kiss it, just as you did my nipples,” she said in a rather
low voice. I bent forward and kissed her clit, and the surrounding
areas..”Lick it!”, she ordered, as i was kissing her inner thighs.

My toungue started to move around, in circular motions, on her clit. It
tasted different, like nothing i’d had tasted before. While doing this,
i could hear her moan softly, but it increased in sound as i touched
various parts of her with my toungue. She pulled my head towards her,
demanding that I place my toungue in her cunt. I was in a fantasy
world, there was nothing else to do but comply. I could taste and feel
a whole different world, with my toungue probing around inside of her
cunt. Her moans became louder, and i could feel her body start to
tremble…All of a sudden, fluids started coming out of her cunt–i
jerked back not knowing what had happened…I could see her body
trembling, as she held herself and the fluids dripping from her body.

After a few moments, the trembling stopped, and I could see that she had
a smile on her face. I asked what had happened. She looked at me and
grinned; “You made me orgasm, or “cum”. It’s a very pleasurable state
to be in. I’ll show you what I mean, and then we can both “cum”
together.” She reached over to me and pulled the t-shirt over my head,
exposing my upper torso. “See, your’s gets hard too, and responds just
like mine”, as she bent over and started to lick and suck on my nipples.
A strange feeling was starting to come over me. I didn’t know what was
exactly happening to me. I could feel that my ‘thing’ was changing; it
was getting hard.

She noticed this, and made a comment of now taking off the rest of my
clothes. I wasn’t sure what to do, but after all-she did let me see
her body. So, I let her unzip my jeans, and pull them down. My ‘thing’
was starting to bounce a little, and i noticed a little wet spot on the
underware. She got on her knees and pulled down my underware, exposing
my ‘thing’ to the open air. “My, what a beautiful, large penis you
have. This is also called many things, but the most common are ‘rod’
and ‘dick’. I want to kiss it now.” She moved towards me, kissing my
throbbing ‘thing’, ahh rod, with her ruby lips. The next thing I knew,
she had placed most of my rod within her mouth, and started to suck on
it. I could feel her toungue circuling around the shaft, and tracing
itself up and down. My body started to shake; I found myself duplicating
her “moans” and didn’t know exactly why. She also started to fondle the
two mounds underneath my rod, touching them gently with her fingers.
I found that something was building up inside of me, and before I knew
it–I felt something coming out of my rod. I could hear her swallow
whatever it was; I never had this happen before to me.

After a few moments, the feeling subsided–no more gushing from my rod.
I looked down to her, and saw that she was smiling; something white was
dribbling from her mouth. “What happened?”, I wanted to know what just
occurred to me. She looked at me and said that I had climaxed/”cum”,
just like her. She also said that this was a first for her; not ever
having tasted a man’s semen (later to find out this was called other
things too…).

She noticed that I was still rigid. Looking at me, she asked if I’d
like to now find out what it was like to “cum” together. After all that
had happened so far, I figured what the heck — “Sure”.

She got up, and pulled me with her into her bedroom. She laid back on
the bed, and asked me to slowly lay on top of her. As I was doing this,
she grabbed my dick and placed it between the lips of her cunt. “Now,
push slowly, and come to me”, she asked. It felt as if I were entering
another world, with my rod slowly entering her moist, wet cunt. As I
was close to being all the way in, she wrapped her legs around my body
and pulled me in all the way. “God, you feel good!”, she cried out, as
I felt the tip of my rod hitting something inside of her. “Let’s get
used to each other for a while”, she moaned in a low voice. “Kiss me,
she asked”. So, as I started to kiss her cheek, she turned her head and
we kissed on the lips. After a few minutes, something strange was
happening; she started to enter and explore my mouth with her toungue.
It seemed pleasurable, so I started to respond likewise. Her legs
started to move, something on building up a rhythm method. I started to
match her movements, with that of my own. I could feel different things
happening to both her and myself–her body started to tremble as I was
feeling different things contracting around my dick.

After a few minutes, I found that we were both getting short of breath
and moaining…we were both reaching that climax stage. I began to emit
the jets of my ‘cum’ again; I guess this triggered something in her,
since she cried out “My GOD I’M CUMMING!!!”. Both of our bodies became
locked–fluids were flowing from the two of us and intermingling.
We were locked together for what seemed an eternity; finally, the
throbbing went away, and we both collapsed on the bed.

I opened my eyes after a few minutes, to look at this beautiful woman
who had introduced me to the knowledge of sexual pleasure. Her body was
magnificent, and I could only think of reaching over and kissing her
again, and fondling her breasts. I guess that the moment had broken by
the alarm clock that went off; I found that I was in my bed– it was
6:30 am and that I had to get ready for school…Oh well, another day
of the old grind, I guess. Maybe tonight I could dream about the girl’s
gym teacher???

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She tells me that she owns me, body and soul, as her slave.
I look at her and tell her “I am no one’s slave”. She smiles,
and places her legs around my neck, grinding her crotch into
my face, and quickly pulling it away. “Now if you were to be
my slave, I would allow you to lick my clit and put your cock
in me”. I stutter,”I shall never be your slave…” and she
grinds her pussy into my face while feverishly stroking my
penis.

I feel my will melting away, as she pulls away again.
“Well,slave?” she asks. “Yes!!” I cry and she lets out a big
smile. “As I knew you would”. “Eat me!!” she commanded…
I did as she ordered. “Will you untie me,?” I asked. “NO!”
She pulled away, and starting licking the rim of my cock. She
licked and sucked and stroked me. She massaged my chest,
exciting me beyond anything. She got me so close to coming,
and then she stopped, squeezing my balls. “Do you want to
fuck me?” she asked. I don’t know how I managed to gasp a
“yes” as she had me out of breath. She them straddled my cock
and started riding up and down like a cowboy bucking a bronco.

She made me come, then ordered me to eat her, lick her pussy
clean, and suck her breasts. I did until I collapsed from exhaustion.

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