First Street meanders through town much like a cholesterol choked artery, with every bit of the congestion and all the fits and starts of any other larger city’s main drag. By the time it reaches the neighborhood where I live though, it’s more a quaint one-way brick boulevard better suited to bicycles or pedestrian traffic than to cars or mass transit. Here, First Street is the center-piece of our fair city’s much ballyhooed historical district. Some rather clever and ambitious architects and developers have painstakingly restored and remodeled all the eyesores of turn of the century buildings that used to blight the old place, transforming them into the kinds of upscale apartments and condominiums young urbanites with too much money often find hard to resist.
An ancient YMCA is now the crash pad of choice for up and coming professionals, and an even older antebellum mansion, once a fine rest home for Civil War era widows, now houses young adults of both genders and every race and religion one can think of or imagine. Quite the melting pot we have here now, actually.
An early nineteen hundreds library is a small five star hotel and restaurant, and probably one of one of the best kept secrets in this part of the country. There’s even an opera house just beside it, built in the months leading up to WWI that has found new life as a jazz museum and art gallery. Together, they sponsor a jazz festival one weekend in the summer every year that will almost certainly become a tourist attraction if they aren’t more careful.
They’ve artfully landscaped the whole neighborhood to give it a sexy and romantic Roaring Twenties kind of atmosphere with authentic looking nineteen-twenties street lamps and park benches. There’s a small park with a sculpture that actually borders on real art if you squint just the right way, in addition to the obligatory white gazebo, and the whole neighborhood is kept as clean and tidy as Disneyland could wish to be.
The city has been especially generous with zoning laws, vendor permits and business licenses too, to make sure First Street is a uniquely pleasant place to live, work, shop, and play. In fact, once one gets to our little niche of a neighborhood, traffic patterns make it a bit difficult to leave in a hurry, and that’s just fine with everybody who lives and works here. All in all, a terrific place to be or to visit.
There’s a great little bar there where I spend way too much of my time. Some people might be lured into saying there are several bars there where I spend way too much of my time, and I can’t really argue with anyone who gives in to the temptation. There are maybe a dozen or so little restaurants, bars, clubs and bistros dotted up and down either side of First Street, seemingly strategically placed between expensive shops and artsy galleries just a block or two from where I live. Having learned to enjoy the inside of a bar much more than the outside, I stop in them all from time to time and know quite a bit about the goings on in our little neighborhood because of it.
But First Bar is clearly my favorite. It’s the first one you come to after First Street becomes one-way, hence the name I suppose, and I guess it fits pretty well. It’s not so much that First Bar is unique in any special way at first glance, though the building itself does have a home in the historical register. It was a fire station in its previous incarnation, back when horses actually pulled the engines and Dalmatians were really a part of the team. There are even authentic fire poles. But it’s not so very different from other buildings and bars around here at all really. At least from the outside.
It’s an especially well run establishment that gives its all to be an upscale eatery; the friendly kind of neighborhood restaurant where one can enjoy a good meal and maybe a drink with family or friends in a relaxed and casual atmosphere. Shortly after the sun goes down though, that ambition is cast almost recklessly aside and the bar is usually packed with younger people much more interested in drinking and mingling than in sitting down to a tasty fillet or a well prepared southern specialty.
It’s those patrons and the fun staff that make First Bar so special, I think. Oh, they come and they go, like at all bars. But First Bar always seems magically populated by a singular blend of sexy, exciting people you won’t find anyplace else in any other neighborhood. It’s a little difficult to tell First Bar’s story without telling their stories too. And who would try anyway? You see, the girls there are all young, foxy bi sluts with lusty appetites, and the guys are all handsome, charming, and well, shall we just say, gifted and blessed in more ways than one?
Yes, First Bar is a magical place and clearly my favorite. There are some sexy stories from there that just beg to be told, and to my mind, the best way to tell a story is to let the people in them have their say. In that way, not only do they tell their own, but each other’s as well. And who better to tell a story or two than those that are in them?
So pull up a stool and relax, let us pour you a drink. Enjoy some sexy stories from the very people that make First Bar my favorite bar in the friendliest little neighborhood in town....
April Showers
Hi everybody! This story introduces a couple of new girls having some sexy fun in the shower. So, if that kind of thing isn’t quite your cup of pee...er, uh...tea, you may want to skip this one.
Sometimes I think I can hear the phone before it even rings. Many is the time I’ve found myself reaching for it before any tell-tale light can blink or before any giveaway tone can begin to sound. Just now wasn’t exactly one of those moments though. I was happily licking away at my lovely boss’s pretty pussy, listening much more intently for her sighs and her moans than for any rings that might be coming from way up on her desktop. Sometimes I think that phone hates me.
I’d forwarded all Sara’s calls directly to her office, instead of to my desk just outside. But kneeling in front of her big leather chair, with my tongue busy between her luscious thighs, was no place for me to see which line it might be, or whether it was even an inside or outside call. Sara handed my headset down to me with a resigned smile, pressing whichever line it might be with a sharp poke. She enjoyed the interruption even less than I.
“Ms Devine’s office. This is April.” I smiled up at Sara, reaching up to tease her smooth, creamy thigh with a long nail. Hopefully I could take care of this call myself without interrupting her not so busy schedule right now. Hopefully I could get my tongue busy again, and not with just answering her annoying phone.
“Is she in, April?” I recognized the voice immediately, and the clipped tone.
I didn’t care to hear either just then, though I usually enjoy talking with Mr Sands. He’s one of Sara’s hotshot managers, and a sexier guy in the whole building would be tough to find. He sometimes resents that he can’t get directly to Sara and has to go through me first. He really shouldn’t. The chairman of the board has to deal with me first too, just like anyone else. The President of the United States would have to get past me first.
“Hi, Mr Sands. Ms Devine is in the building, but off the floor just now. Would you care to hold while I find her, or shall I take a message?” I looked up at Sara’s face while I spoke, to see if she wanted to take his call. The tiny shake of her head was enough for me to know that Ted Sands wouldn’t be speaking with Sara Devine for the time being.
I’ve been Sara’s personal assistant since I was sixteen, which means I’ve worked for her quite a bit longer than anyone else here. In fact, I worked for her before she even came to head up this company. Ted’s been with us long enough to tell from my manner of speaking that he wouldn’t be getting through, and he sighed as he gave up any hope of it. He could also surely tell I’d much prefer taking a message just then.
People often call Sara with niggling little problems that I usually end up expediting myself. It’s always amusing how they think they’re going directly to the top with their oh so urgent needs. And it’s even more amusing that I almost always remedy whatever crisis they might have without bothering Sara at all. That gives you some idea just how important their tiny little emergencies are. Ted’s not usually one of those people though, so I knew I’d be taking a message.
“Will you have her call me, April? Please? As soon as she gets in? I’ll be in my office ‘till six. It’s important April, honest. And I’ll make it worth your while.” I could hear his smile. It might or not be important, but Ted always thinks a flirty little bribe gets him put at the top of my to-do list.
“Of course, Mr. Sands. I’ll have her call before she leaves.” I looked up at Sara and could tell that was just what she had in mind too. I started to remove my headset so I could get back to the much more pleasant task at hand, but Sara shook her head and held up four fingers. Another call; from Reception downstairs this time. Grrr!
“Ms Devine’s office. This is April.” I sighed, knowing I’d probably not get to finish my little afternoon delight.
“Hey sexy!” Oh good, it was Meka. She’s one of the girls at Reception, and most everyone in the building pretty much knows we’re much more than just roommates. A lot of people even think we’re lesbians, and we let them go ahead and think so. That’s actually pretty helpful sometimes with guys we’d both rather not be bothered with. Other people more in the loop know quite differently, though. “You’re in her office right now, aren’t you, you little slut.”
Meka’s laugh always makes me smile. Sara could tell right away it was Meka I was talking with instead of one of the other girls. She thinks we’re just so cute together, and likes Meka almost as much as I do. That’s a good thing too, since Sara pays the rent for our apartment. Well, the company actually pays it, but Sara really IS the company.
“What’s up, Meka? This better be good, tramp.” Sara rolled her eyes at me and smiled fondly. Our little banter always amuses her. But I saw her reaching for her panties, so I handed them up to her, reluctantly. Sara didn’t have anyone on her schedule, but she knows Meka doesn’t call up just to pass the time of day. Someone must be down there to see her.
“I knew it! You’re licking her pussy right now! Just wait ‘till I get you home tonight!” Meka laughed again but eventually got to the point. “There’s someone here to see Ms Devine. Says her name is Samantha Green. She’s gorgeous!”
She whispered the last part as if she might be overheard. Like it would be okay to be overheard calling me a slut, but would somehow be indiscreet for someone to hear that Meka thought she was gorgeous. Meka’s always a laugh, but she usually isn’t one to exaggerate. She was impressed.
“You big goof! That’s her sister. Send her up!” Sara’s face lit up into a bright smile when she heard that. What a bonus for me! I had the suddenly delightful idea I might be licking not just one, but two pretty pussies this afternoon. Maybe Sara would even have me call down for Meka to come join us too. Meka would just love that.
“Well, I didn’t know! Drinks at First Bar after work? I’m getting ready to leave right now.” That was Meka’s way of asking if I was going to be working late, or if I wanted her to wait for me. I didn’t exactly know, not with this unexpected visit.
“Not sure yet. Have one on me ‘till I get there.” That’s kind of our little joke.
“Maybe I’ll have one on ya when I get ya home too, you little slut.” Yum. Meka and I have very similar likes and tastes. We make excellent roommates.
“Oooh, someone’s in a mood! Have two then. Send Mrs. Green right up though, okay? Bye now.” I made a little kissy sound for my sexy roommate and got up to straighten my skirt and end the call.
“Want me to stay, Sara?” I asked kind of hopefully. Sara smiled, slipping her panties up long, delicious legs. She loves her sister to death, and I’ve been lucky enough to spend some very sexy times with them both. Sara likes sharing me with people she’s close with sometimes, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m a very personal personal assistant.
“I guess not sweetie. I suspect my dear sister is here to take me shopping, don’t you?. Why don’t you go ahead and take off. I noticed we don’t have much on for today anyway.” She added that last part with a wry little grin. Today was Sara’s birthday so I’d purposefully kept her calendar fairly light. She’d rather I didn’t do things like that, but I have to take care of her or she’d never have any fun.
She’d probably be having dinner with her sister too, and must have been at least half way expecting this visit. I was a little disappointed we wouldn’t finish our little afternoon diversion, but there would always be other times. Sara straightened my headset and blouse for me in her affectionate way and picked a couple of folders off her desk.
“Can you drop these off at Elizabeth’s desk for me before you leave?” she asked with a knowing smile.
The folders were the weekly figures for the managers. Sara has this sexy little competition going on for three of her best producers. Whoever has the best month-end numbers wins Meka and me for a whole weekend at Sara’s beachfront condo. It’s been a rough and tumble contest so far, one in which Meka and I are both quite pleased to be the sexy little trophies.
Elizabeth has made no secret at all she’s working night and day, and even weekends to win, and it’s just so sexy to me being desired that way. I discreetly send her bigger projects and clients when I can because of that. I kind of hope she wins. She’s sexy as can be, and it’s just so hot being lusted after that way. Sara knows very well I’ve been doing that; hence her smile. Sexy Bethy better get hopping though. She’s in second place so far with only one more week to go.
“No problem,” I said, grinning back. “Don’t forget to call Mr. Sands. I’m pretty sure he knows you were in.” Sara rolled her eyes, but I could tell she’d call him before she left. Ted really isn’t one of those needy managers who demands a lot of attention. If he was calling, it at least merited a return call. It’s kind of too bad he isn’t in on the contest really, since he’d almost certainly win. But he’s quite happily married to a positively lovely girl. All his flirting is completely harmless and totally in good, clean fun.
“Okay, okay, I promise. Now scoot. Go have a good weekend.”
I went out to kill my phone and send everything to voice mail. Sara’s sister was just stepping out of the elevator as I was wrapping everything up. Samantha truly is a beautiful woman, and the family resemblance is quite clear. Meka has every reason to be impressed.
I’ve known Samantha as long as I have Sara. When I was little, the Devines lived right next door. It was a neighborhood where there were absolutely, positively no other kids my age; zip, zero, none, nada. Sam and Sara were both older than I, but I kind of latched onto them out of sheer loneliness. They were real dears about it too, putting up with a kid like me, and I came to follow Sara around like a little puppy. A little hero worship, I guess. Well, okay, a lot of worship.
Long story, short: Sara started her own company and I went to work for her when I was sixteen. I was her first and only employee then, mostly because I would work for free. She eventually sold her company to the company we’re with now for a gazillion dollars or so, and she stayed on as president. And I came too, as Sara’s personal assistant. Sara showered me with a ton of money when she sold, and if I’m careful, I probably don’t even have to work at all. But I really adore Sara, and I absolutely love working for her. And I’m a very, very personal, personal assistant.
“Hi April,” Samantha said as she smiled. “Been taking good care of our girl?”
“As always,” I smiled back. “How’ve ya been?”
“Just wonderful! I have a new little friend I want you to meet.”
Oh goodie! Samantha’s little friends are always cute and always fun. “Any time,” I told her. “You guys have a great weekend. Will you remind Sara to call Mr Sands for me? I know she’ll forget.” She probably would too.
“Will do, sweetie. Have fun.”
Elizabeth wasn’t at her desk when I dropped the figures off, and that was too bad. A little flirting might be just the thing to get her a little more fired up. I was really pulling for her to win the contest. I left her a cute little note, adding a cuter little pornographic doodle, and went on over to First Bar to join Meka.
No sign of Meka; but that’s where Elizabeth was. And a whole lot of other people too; seemed happy hour was starting early at First Bar today. Bobbie slid a margarita down my way before I even had a barstool pulled up beside Bethy. It pays to be a regular around here.
Kathleen was down at the end of the bar being her usual curvy self. She was chatting with Jamie and they both gave friendly waves. That was kind of odd. The last time I saw both of them, they looked like two strange cats stuck in the same room together, and not happy about it either. I waved back as Renee was walking over. Renee’s a real piece of work, and her parties are absolutely famous.
“Hey girl. I was just heading across the street to see you,” Renee said as she pulled up beside me. She gave a friendly nod to Bethy, but carried on in her usual breathless way. “Now you’ve saved me a trip. Duane and I are having a party in a couple of weeks. Can you and Meka make it?”
I had to laugh. Just by the way she was asking I could tell right away it was going to be one of her ‘special’ parties. Those are the really famous ones. “I dunno,” I laughed, “I’ll hafta ask her. Will we be wearing clothes for this one?”
Renee often invites Meka and me, and a few other girls, to these ‘specials’ pretty much as eye candy. We parade around mostly in just our underwear so the other guests know right away they’re in for an exceptional party and not just the usual rounds of cocktails and inane chatter.
“I was thinking just panties,” Renee laughed, confirming my suspicions. Poor Bethy almost choked on her drink. She’s never been to one of Renee’s parties, though I’m sure she’s heard about them before. They’re kind of like an urban legend around here. I put the date in my Palm after exaggerating patting Bethy’s back to get her over her little choking fit.
“I’ll ask Meka, but I’m sure you can count on us.”
“Perfect!” Renee gushed, hurrying off to her next little group of friends. She’s such the social butterfly.
“Sounds like fun,” Bethy said, watching Renee as she bounced from table to table. Renee can be kind of breathtaking if you don’t know her. I had to smile.
“A real hoot,” I said, sipping my drink. “Has Meka been here?”
“In and out. She had two quick drinks and left. She told Bobbie they were on you. Or that they would be. I don’t know what she meant by that.” I sure did, and I was willing to bet they were big drinks too. Yum. “So who’s up in the contest?” Bethy asked, sneaking her hand down to my thigh.
“I left ya a note. It’s still close.” I teased my hand over Bethy’s thigh too. I really did hope she won. I finished my drink in a few big gulps and left some cash on the bar for Bobbie. Meka would be waiting. But my cell phone chose just then to remind me that I really have a twenty-four hour a day kind of job. I didn’t even have to look to know it would be Sara.
“Two things,” I heard before I could even say ‘hello’. Yep, it was Sara. “Lacy and Tomas Matthews are flying in Monday. Ted seems to think if you pick ‘em up at the airport and show ‘em around town they’ll sign before Wednesday.”
So that’s what Mr Sands wanted. The Matthews are some very big fish he’s been trying to land for a long time. He was basically asking Sara if he could borrow me as a deal closer. I used to do that for Sara all the time, though she doesn’t approve of that sort of thing so much anymore. I actually like the Matthews, though. They’re an especially interesting couple, and I found them really sexy in an exotic kind of way the first time I met them.
“I’ll think about it,” I told her, though I already knew I’d do it. “What else?” I’d have to wait for the second thing. Sara put me on hold.
“Doesn’t that piss you off?” Bethy said, sipping her drink, seeing I was on hold.
“What?” I asked as Tammy was coming over to say hello. Tammy’s a hot little red head, a waitress here at the bar, and another of the girls Renee sometimes invites to her parties as a sexy extra.
“Getting called while you’re off work, then being put on hold,” Bethy went on. She just doesn’t understand that I’m never quite off work like other people are.
“You know what they say,” Tammy pontificated with a big smile, “Better to be pissed off than pissed on.” Bethy agreed, thinking that very funny.
“You’ve obviously never been pissed on by me then,” I grinned, blowing Tammy a big kiss. Both girls thought that a huge laugh. And then Sara was back. Her second thing was no big deal and I could handle it in a few seconds back at the office.
“Gotta run,” I said with a final squeeze to Bethy’s thigh and a quick smile for Tammy. Bethy was looking outside at the threatening clouds.
“You better hurry. You’re gonna get rained on.”
I just couldn’t resist that. “Oh, I don’t mind a little shower,” I said, sneaking my lips to Bethy’s ear. “Especially those really nice, long, warm ones,” I whispered. “Meka likes getting nice and wet too.”
Bethy’s sexy little shudder was priceless! But I had to hurry along. I waved bye to everybody and made my way home. And just as I suspected, there was Meka, all nice and sexy, waiting for me.
There was some seriously cool karma going on when Meka and I met. We were at this huge bar and it was totally packed because there was a concert. I was there with a girlfriend of mine, and Meka was there with a girlfriend of hers. It was pitch dark in the crowd for this one particular song, just some soft lights on-stage, when I felt my girlfriend’s hand sliding over my ass and under my skirt.
Well, I pulled her close and helped myself to her sexy little butt too. We fingered each other to quick little orgasms, packed really tight in this crowd in the pitch dark. When the lights came up I found my fingers soaking wet under this sexy girl’s skirt, and hers under mine. But that wasn’t my girlfriend!
Meka and I both shrieked, then found a little quieter place where we could actually introduce ourselves and get a little better acquainted. The rest, as they say, is history; because we got very much better acquainted that night; and we’ve been sexy best friends, roommates, and fuck buddies ever since.
And here she was now, stretched out on the bar between our kitchen and living room. Meka’s one of those girls that looks absolutely fabulous in lingerie. Here she was with her long, tan legs clad only in sheer, powder blue bikini panties, her generous, round breasts barely held in by a matching sheer bra. The color suited her well, very sexy.
Her long, shiny hair has been a lustrous brunette lately. She claims not to know what her natural color is anymore, but I think this lovely shade is close to it, though she must have had the ends dipped in blonde sometime today. It wasn’t like that this morning. It looked pretty on her.
Meka had a wicked smile for me, propped up on her elbow, her body stretched languidly on top of the bar. She idly toyed a finger around the rim of a tall pitcher of crystal clear water resting just in front of her flat tummy.
“Someone’s definitely in a mood,” I said to her quite happily coming into the apartment. Who can resist a mostly naked lovely like Meka as an early evening snack?
“Been thinkin’ ‘bout it all day, lover,” Meka cooed, dipping long fingers into the pitcher for a likely looking ice cube. She held the cube between her full lips and looked me directly in the eyes as she sucked on it slowly, then ran it just over the top of her tight bra. Rivulets of cool water dripped down her luscious cleavage and she gave a tiny little shudder. Meka’s a total hottie!
“Then I’ll just go get changed,” I whispered, bending down to pull the ice cube between my lips. I moaned for her as I sucked on it slowly while she held it between her fingers. Ice cold water dripped over my lips and down my chin. Then I pressed my cool lips to hers for a quick little kiss and went into our room to change.
“Hurry back,” Meka said with her sexiest little giggle as I scampered away.
Meka and I have a two bedroom apartment. We usually sleep together in one and use the other as kind of a guest and play room. I saw the second room was lit with candles, some fragrant oil was warming up on the bedside table, and soft music was oozing from the small speakers by our closet. Someone was definitely in a mood. Yay!
There were two outfits laid out by the dressing table in our bedroom. It was starting to look like Meka had quite the evening planned ahead for the two of us. I quickly shed my clothes and went into the bathroom to freshen up a little and slip into something a little sexier for Meka. I’m usually more the pajama type myself, but I enjoy dressing up for Meka, and this certainly wasn’t sleepy time.
The bathroom was lit with candles too, and piles of fresh smelling towels were everywhere. Yep, Meka was in a mood alright. Yum. And there was a short white satin chemise laid out for me in there too. Meka’s so thoughtful sometimes. I slipped it on quickly and padded out barefoot to join her at the bar.
Meka was sitting at the bar now rather than lying on it, her long legs crossed and looking just delicious. She was still idly playing with the rim of the tall pitcher of iced cold water. It dripped condensation in long, slow little streams and the ice cubes circled lazily as she dipped her finger in now and again. She smiled brightly, seeing me come in.
“Looks like you have a little head start,” I said smiling back at her. She had a tall glass in front of her, half full of the crystal clear water.
I kept my eyes on hers as I flattened my tongue, and slowly I licked up the length of the pitcher. Taking all the time I could, from the bottom of the pitcher to the top, I slipped my tongue back and forth, gathering cool, clear drops of water all the way. Condensation accumulated and ran slowly down, pooling on the bar. I let my tongue circle slowly around the rim a couple of times, Meka’s eyes riveted to mine for every sexy second. I gave her a long, slow kiss as I pulled up my barstool, and the cool, clear water dripped from both our lips as we pressed them softly together.
“That’s right, sweetie,” Meka said lifting the pitcher and pouring me a glass as I settled in. “You have a little catching up to do.” She gave me a sexy smile, and another sexy kiss handing the glass to me, and then we tinked our glasses together in a private little toast.
“So, how was your day?” Meka asked as I took a long, cool drink, pulling the barstool a little closer beside her.
I always find that funny; the casual chit chat. Meka and I don’t do this every day. Far from it. But if you were sitting there with us you might think so. We actually stumbled onto this playful little moment of joy quite by accident; a drunken accident really, so we quite literally did stumble. But now it’s something extra-special that we share only with each other, and definitely not to be rushed. The casual chit chat as we drink is kind of part of the slow, sexy buildup. And worth every wet, sexy second of it.
“Just wonderful. I saw Renee at the bar.” I filled Meka’s glass to the brim for her and took another long drink myself. I could see how excited she was. She really had been thinking about this all day, the adorable slut.
“Oh goodie! A party?” Meka loves Renee’s parties. She drank all her water in one long drink and licked her lips with a sexy, satisfied sigh.
“Yep. But we really need to behave at this one.” I finished my glass off too and Meka poured me another. The last special party Meka and I went to we caused a bit of a splash.
“That wasn’t our fault,” Meka said laughing, getting up to refill the pitcher. I watched her sexy bottom sway behind those sheer panties all the way to the kitchen. She’s right though, it wasn’t really all our fault.
“Besides, it was fun,” she laughed again giving me a quick little kiss, filling my glass up again and sitting back down. She bounced her legs up and down as she drank, looking just sexy as can be.
“It was fun, wasn’t it,” I said with my best conspiratorial grin. I drank again, watching Meka’s eyes. They were sliding back and forth over my chest, feasting on my hard nipples underneath thin satin. I took an ice cube and made wet little circles over the fabric, making Meka smile. I love making Meka smile.
She leaned over, pressing her cool, wet lips to mine. Her tongue teased and tickled mine as she softly pinched a wet nipple with one hand. We both laughed, remembering Renee’s last party. We’d really both been minding our own business. We were just lying by the pool sharing a wide lounger, and we even still had our bikinis on and everything.
I filled Meka’s glass for her when she sat back and fed her an ice cube while she smiled. It had been fairly early in the party, and Meka and I really weren’t paying attention to anything. We just kind of started kissing as we caught some sun. We didn’t even know we’d attracted a crowd.
Meka pulled the cube from her lips with long, sexy fingers and fed it to me. At the party she and I had just been in our own little world. We weren’t going to get naked there or anything; we were just kissing a little. In the here and now, I crunched noisily on the ice cube and got up to refill the pitcher again. Meka gave me a little swat as I wiggled past her.
“Almost there baby,” Meka grinned, sliding long nails up my thigh as I sat back down.
“Almost there,” I agreed, tickling her ear with my tongue as I filled her glass.
At the party, the first notion Meka and I had that we’d drawn any attention at all was when I saw a long rope of white cum splash on her cheek. We both looked up at the same time and there were a half dozen or so guys standing there looking lustily down at us. Nearly as many girls were standing there too, each jerking a hard cock or two off on us. Meka and I just went back to making out while hot, white cum splashed all over us.
“One more glass?” Meka wanted to know, holding up the pitcher. Renee had been a little peeved at us that her party got started so early that way. But it really hadn’t been our fault at all, and she got over it eventually.
“One more,” I smiled. I was excited as Meka, and listening to the sound of the cold, clear water filling my glass got me tingly all over. A clear signal that I really was almost there. I could tell Meka was barely keeping back from squirming, herself. She was definitely there. She’d had a head start.
We tinked our glasses in our private little toast again and leaned together for another sexy kiss before drinking. I rolled my cold glass over Meka’s hard nipples, her sheer bra soaking up the condensation. She rested her glass on my thigh, slowly sliding it between my legs. We moaned as we kissed, and our tongues began moving faster.
“All over me,” I whispered to her, my lips nipping at hers. I could hardly wait now.
“Mmm. In my mouth, baby,” Meka sighed as she kissed me back harder.
I think that’s Meka’s absolute biggest turn-on in the world. She says that since we’re both vegetarians we taste sweet and clean. I can’t testify to the why of it, but I have to agree. Meka tastes sweet as sugar to me and she’s so sexy when she’s dripping wet, dripping wet all over me. I was ready too.
We tilted our glasses straight up, finishing off the last of the iced cold water, our eyes never once leaving the other. “Let’s go!” We both said in unison. We laughed together at that, and raced each other to the bathroom.
I shut off the lights as Meka hurried to turn on the shower. Meka likes the shower really, really hot, and the air conditioner had the bathroom rather chilled, so steam began rolling out almost immediately. The candles cut through the clouds in a soft, sensual way creating an almost ethereal, sultry ambiance.
We pulled together in a tight embrace as the water ran, our bodies hot, almost trembling. Meka’s hand snuck under the hem of my chemise just as I slipped my thigh between hers. And we kissed softly in the warm mist of our bathroom, our bodies sliding together with practiced familiarity. I caressed the back of Meka’s neck, just as she likes it, and she tickled my inner thigh in tight little circles, just as I like it too.
We stepped into the shower together, still kissing, and pulled the door tightly closed . The steam in here made the air thick, rich, sexy and warm. Meka and I were instantly drenched under the hot water coming down in fat, soft streams. We turned slowly together in lazy circles beneath it, still kissing, our garments sticking to us like wet outer skins.
Meka’s bra and panties became transparent, her hard dark nipples standing out, her full luxuriant bush plain as day. My chemise clung to every curve of my body, and I felt so sexy watching Meka’s eyes devouring me the lusty way they were. We kissed slowly together, turning underneath the hot, sexy water. Meka suddenly remembered she’d just had her hair dipped, and then with a ‘what the hell’ shrug and a smile, she took her turn under the nozzle, pasting her long dark hair down her sexy back.
Meka’s hands went to my shoulders, pushing the drenched chemise off me, as mine went to the clasp on her bra, opening it easily. Water poured over and down our breasts as our tongues began fighting back and forth, our moans competing with the steam to fill the shower. Meka’s sexy lips found their way to my neck and she licked her wet way down to my chest, the hot water beating down on us both. With a groan I leaned back, turning off the water as Meka pulled a hard, pink nipple into her hot, wet mouth.
Meka pushed my chemise on down my body and I wiggled it past my hips. It was warm and wet sliding down my thighs, and lay drenched and hot at our naked feet. Meka pulled me close, her hands going behind me, grabbing at my ass as she leaned me back a little, her hot lips sucking at my rock hard nipple. Her wet tongue was driving me mad as it circled like a fast little storm, and I groaned with want as she slowly licked her sexy way to the other.
I spread my thighs as I leaned farther back against the cooling tile of the shower, Meka’s tongue making its sensual way down my wet body. She licked at the hot water all over my breasts and tummy as she slowly went to her knees. I could hear her moan and I could see the hand inside her panties, playing frantically between her wet thighs. And her tongue flattened, taking long delicious licks between mine, always closer, closer to my so wet, waiting pussy.
It was my turn to moan as I felt her tongue teasing at my drenched outer lips. I lifted my leg, placing my bare foot on the side of the stall, giving Meka plenty more room to play. Meka was groaning now, her hand a blur between her sexy thighs, and she pressed her wet lips to my clit and began sucking gently, pulling it into her hot mouth. I trembled and sighed, holding it in, holding it in, holding it until Meka told me she was ready.
Her tongue began moving in and out of me slowly, driving me wild, her lips nipping now and again at my throbbing clit. I moaned, reaching down with both my hands, holding myself open for my sexy lover. I could feel her body begin to shake. Her lips clamped down on my clit and then she began to roll her face back and forth slowly over my soaked pussy, caressing my drenched lips with her wet mouth and shiny cheeks.
She smiled up at me from between my dripping thighs, and pressed her lips all the way inside me, and I knew my lovely Meka was ready. And then I let go. I shuddered and trembled as that peculiar tickle traveled throughout my body, and I heard Meka shriek with delight as the first tiny droplets made their way out of my sexy little hole. Meka’s hot tongue was right there as I relaxed and that lovely satisfaction began taking control of me. Meka turned her face back and forth quickly, her hand pushing in and out between her sexy thighs, her face pushed tightly between mine.
I held my lips open for sweet, sexy Meka as she turned her face this way and that in wanton delight. Her open mouth filled and dripped as I sighed and trembled, and Meka came hard, groaning, her fingers deep inside her pussy, moving in and out as she moved her body to and fro. Moaning underneath the hot, wet sex pouring out of me she played with her pussy faster and faster, shuddering and shaking, but always licking at me, always swallowing me.
Meka’s hands left her pussy as I began slowly winding down, grabbing at my thighs, pulling herself up. She lifted her firm breasts, holding them together as I leaned against the cooling tile. And I knew what she wanted. I held very still, letting her cleavage fill as she sighed, until my body had had its final say with the both of us.
I went to my knees to join her then, pressing my face between her wet globes. Mmm. Meka’s so right about our sexy taste; sweet and delicious. I raised my face to hers and we shared a sexy kiss together, teasing and tasting as the last of our hot shower spilled between our sexy, wet bodies. This is Meka’s favorite part, and I always indulge lovely Meka. We kissed hotly, our hands roaming all over our wet forms as our wetter tongues explored.
With a lacivious smile, Meka stood as I lay down for my sexy turn. The tile was cooling, but still warm, slick under my hot body. Meka looked like a lusty, drenched Amazon standing over me that way, and oh how I loved it! My hands slid all over my wet body, reaching down, down to my wet, wanting pussy. This is the time that gets me off most I think; the wet anticipation, the drenched waiting.
Meka lifted her leg onto the edge of the shower this time and I wrapped an arm around the other, my hand sliding up her slick, wet calf. She pulled her drenched panties to the side for me and I could see her open pussy, hot, wet, delicious. I pushed two fingers inside myself, opening and closing them quickly, my eyes never leaving Meka’s. Her pussy glistened wetly and seemed to pulse rhythmically. And the hot, clear stream began cascading down on me as we closed our eyes. Mmm.
Meka sighed, and played with her pretty pussy, as I turned underneath my hot sexy shower, bathing my whole body as Meka leaned back and forth over me. I reached up to play with my breasts as I felt her hot stream landing on both. Oh! My face was splashed as I watched, and I pinched my nipples as they were drenched underneath the hot rain. It spilled and tickled down my breasts, gathering all over my sexy, wet body and I lifted a nipple to my hot, wet mouth. Mmm.
Meka played with her steamy clit as she let go, and I reached down my body, following her sexy shower down, playing with my own clit as I felt the lusty splashes traveling down my flat belly, down to my so hot, wet pussy. Meka and I were screaming together and I pinched and rolled my clit around, just loving all that hot, wet, sexy rain landing and pounding at my drenched pussy lips.
I shuddered and came underneath under that hot, sexy shower as I felt it raining down on my open pussy, splashing on my tummy, dripping down my sexy thighs, tickling down my wet crack. My fingers played back and forth and in and out as I shuddered from the sheer wet, sexy sluttiness of it all. My thumb rolled over my clit as hot, wet streams of steamy sex poured over me, all over me, drenching me, soaking me, making me cum. Mmm.
And suddenly, Meka was lying on the tile with me, her wet, sexy body all over mine. Meka and I kissed and rolled around together in the still steamy shower, our hands and fingers busy, playing in and out of our two dripping wet pussies. And we kissed while we came together, our breath coming in long ragged gasps, our hearts pounding like thunder during a hot summer storm.
Slowly, we cooled as we lay together, two sexy lovers just smiling at each other. Dripping wet and loving it, we eventually rose together and turned the shower back on, each reaching for the soap at the same time.
“Your hair looks nice by the way,” I mentioned, nipping Meka’s neck as I soaped up her pretty breasts, sexy suds covering hard, dark nipples. Back to our usual chit chat. You might think we do this every day.
“And here I thought you didn’t even notice. Hope it’s not ruined,” Meka said with a grin, sneaking a soapy hand over my ass, tickling my tight little ring. “I went shopping for toys today too baby,” she added with a wicked smile and a whisper, just as her finger slipped slowly in. Mmm.
It seemed Meka had a very, very full evening planned for the two of us, and we took our sweet, sexy time.
Hey everybody! Hope you enjoyed meeting April and Meka.
Sometimes I think I can hear the phone before it even rings. Many is the time I’ve found myself reaching for it before any tell-tale light can blink or before any giveaway tone can begin to sound. Just now wasn’t exactly one of those moments though. I was happily licking away at my lovely boss’s pretty pussy, listening much more intently for her sighs and her moans than for any rings that might be coming from way up on her desktop. Sometimes I think that phone hates me.
I’d forwarded all Sara’s calls directly to her office, instead of to my desk just outside. But kneeling in front of her big leather chair, with my tongue busy between her luscious thighs, was no place for me to see which line it might be, or whether it was even an inside or outside call. Sara handed my headset down to me with a resigned smile, pressing whichever line it might be with a sharp poke. She enjoyed the interruption even less than I.
“Ms Devine’s office. This is April.” I smiled up at Sara, reaching up to tease her smooth, creamy thigh with a long nail. Hopefully I could take care of this call myself without interrupting her not so busy schedule right now. Hopefully I could get my tongue busy again, and not with just answering her annoying phone.
“Is she in, April?” I recognized the voice immediately, and the clipped tone.
I didn’t care to hear either just then, though I usually enjoy talking with Mr Sands. He’s one of Sara’s hotshot managers, and a sexier guy in the whole building would be tough to find. He sometimes resents that he can’t get directly to Sara and has to go through me first. He really shouldn’t. The chairman of the board has to deal with me first too, just like anyone else. The President of the United States would have to get past me first.
“Hi, Mr Sands. Ms Devine is in the building, but off the floor just now. Would you care to hold while I find her, or shall I take a message?” I looked up at Sara’s face while I spoke, to see if she wanted to take his call. The tiny shake of her head was enough for me to know that Ted Sands wouldn’t be speaking with Sara Devine for the time being.
I’ve been Sara’s personal assistant since I was sixteen, which means I’ve worked for her quite a bit longer than anyone else here. In fact, I worked for her before she even came to head up this company. Ted’s been with us long enough to tell from my manner of speaking that he wouldn’t be getting through, and he sighed as he gave up any hope of it. He could also surely tell I’d much prefer taking a message just then.
People often call Sara with niggling little problems that I usually end up expediting myself. It’s always amusing how they think they’re going directly to the top with their oh so urgent needs. And it’s even more amusing that I almost always remedy whatever crisis they might have without bothering Sara at all. That gives you some idea just how important their tiny little emergencies are. Ted’s not usually one of those people though, so I knew I’d be taking a message.
“Will you have her call me, April? Please? As soon as she gets in? I’ll be in my office ‘till six. It’s important April, honest. And I’ll make it worth your while.” I could hear his smile. It might or not be important, but Ted always thinks a flirty little bribe gets him put at the top of my to-do list.
“Of course, Mr. Sands. I’ll have her call before she leaves.” I looked up at Sara and could tell that was just what she had in mind too. I started to remove my headset so I could get back to the much more pleasant task at hand, but Sara shook her head and held up four fingers. Another call; from Reception downstairs this time. Grrr!
“Ms Devine’s office. This is April.” I sighed, knowing I’d probably not get to finish my little afternoon delight.
“Hey sexy!” Oh good, it was Meka. She’s one of the girls at Reception, and most everyone in the building pretty much knows we’re much more than just roommates. A lot of people even think we’re lesbians, and we let them go ahead and think so. That’s actually pretty helpful sometimes with guys we’d both rather not be bothered with. Other people more in the loop know quite differently, though. “You’re in her office right now, aren’t you, you little slut.”
Meka’s laugh always makes me smile. Sara could tell right away it was Meka I was talking with instead of one of the other girls. She thinks we’re just so cute together, and likes Meka almost as much as I do. That’s a good thing too, since Sara pays the rent for our apartment. Well, the company actually pays it, but Sara really IS the company.
“What’s up, Meka? This better be good, tramp.” Sara rolled her eyes at me and smiled fondly. Our little banter always amuses her. But I saw her reaching for her panties, so I handed them up to her, reluctantly. Sara didn’t have anyone on her schedule, but she knows Meka doesn’t call up just to pass the time of day. Someone must be down there to see her.
“I knew it! You’re licking her pussy right now! Just wait ‘till I get you home tonight!” Meka laughed again but eventually got to the point. “There’s someone here to see Ms Devine. Says her name is Samantha Green. She’s gorgeous!”
She whispered the last part as if she might be overheard. Like it would be okay to be overheard calling me a slut, but would somehow be indiscreet for someone to hear that Meka thought she was gorgeous. Meka’s always a laugh, but she usually isn’t one to exaggerate. She was impressed.
“You big goof! That’s her sister. Send her up!” Sara’s face lit up into a bright smile when she heard that. What a bonus for me! I had the suddenly delightful idea I might be licking not just one, but two pretty pussies this afternoon. Maybe Sara would even have me call down for Meka to come join us too. Meka would just love that.
“Well, I didn’t know! Drinks at First Bar after work? I’m getting ready to leave right now.” That was Meka’s way of asking if I was going to be working late, or if I wanted her to wait for me. I didn’t exactly know, not with this unexpected visit.
“Not sure yet. Have one on me ‘till I get there.” That’s kind of our little joke.
“Maybe I’ll have one on ya when I get ya home too, you little slut.” Yum. Meka and I have very similar likes and tastes. We make excellent roommates.
“Oooh, someone’s in a mood! Have two then. Send Mrs. Green right up though, okay? Bye now.” I made a little kissy sound for my sexy roommate and got up to straighten my skirt and end the call.
“Want me to stay, Sara?” I asked kind of hopefully. Sara smiled, slipping her panties up long, delicious legs. She loves her sister to death, and I’ve been lucky enough to spend some very sexy times with them both. Sara likes sharing me with people she’s close with sometimes, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m a very personal personal assistant.
“I guess not sweetie. I suspect my dear sister is here to take me shopping, don’t you?. Why don’t you go ahead and take off. I noticed we don’t have much on for today anyway.” She added that last part with a wry little grin. Today was Sara’s birthday so I’d purposefully kept her calendar fairly light. She’d rather I didn’t do things like that, but I have to take care of her or she’d never have any fun.
She’d probably be having dinner with her sister too, and must have been at least half way expecting this visit. I was a little disappointed we wouldn’t finish our little afternoon diversion, but there would always be other times. Sara straightened my headset and blouse for me in her affectionate way and picked a couple of folders off her desk.
“Can you drop these off at Elizabeth’s desk for me before you leave?” she asked with a knowing smile.
The folders were the weekly figures for the managers. Sara has this sexy little competition going on for three of her best producers. Whoever has the best month-end numbers wins Meka and me for a whole weekend at Sara’s beachfront condo. It’s been a rough and tumble contest so far, one in which Meka and I are both quite pleased to be the sexy little trophies.
Elizabeth has made no secret at all she’s working night and day, and even weekends to win, and it’s just so sexy to me being desired that way. I discreetly send her bigger projects and clients when I can because of that. I kind of hope she wins. She’s sexy as can be, and it’s just so hot being lusted after that way. Sara knows very well I’ve been doing that; hence her smile. Sexy Bethy better get hopping though. She’s in second place so far with only one more week to go.
“No problem,” I said, grinning back. “Don’t forget to call Mr. Sands. I’m pretty sure he knows you were in.” Sara rolled her eyes, but I could tell she’d call him before she left. Ted really isn’t one of those needy managers who demands a lot of attention. If he was calling, it at least merited a return call. It’s kind of too bad he isn’t in on the contest really, since he’d almost certainly win. But he’s quite happily married to a positively lovely girl. All his flirting is completely harmless and totally in good, clean fun.
“Okay, okay, I promise. Now scoot. Go have a good weekend.”
I went out to kill my phone and send everything to voice mail. Sara’s sister was just stepping out of the elevator as I was wrapping everything up. Samantha truly is a beautiful woman, and the family resemblance is quite clear. Meka has every reason to be impressed.
I’ve known Samantha as long as I have Sara. When I was little, the Devines lived right next door. It was a neighborhood where there were absolutely, positively no other kids my age; zip, zero, none, nada. Sam and Sara were both older than I, but I kind of latched onto them out of sheer loneliness. They were real dears about it too, putting up with a kid like me, and I came to follow Sara around like a little puppy. A little hero worship, I guess. Well, okay, a lot of worship.
Long story, short: Sara started her own company and I went to work for her when I was sixteen. I was her first and only employee then, mostly because I would work for free. She eventually sold her company to the company we’re with now for a gazillion dollars or so, and she stayed on as president. And I came too, as Sara’s personal assistant. Sara showered me with a ton of money when she sold, and if I’m careful, I probably don’t even have to work at all. But I really adore Sara, and I absolutely love working for her. And I’m a very, very personal, personal assistant.
“Hi April,” Samantha said as she smiled. “Been taking good care of our girl?”
“As always,” I smiled back. “How’ve ya been?”
“Just wonderful! I have a new little friend I want you to meet.”
Oh goodie! Samantha’s little friends are always cute and always fun. “Any time,” I told her. “You guys have a great weekend. Will you remind Sara to call Mr Sands for me? I know she’ll forget.” She probably would too.
“Will do, sweetie. Have fun.”
Elizabeth wasn’t at her desk when I dropped the figures off, and that was too bad. A little flirting might be just the thing to get her a little more fired up. I was really pulling for her to win the contest. I left her a cute little note, adding a cuter little pornographic doodle, and went on over to First Bar to join Meka.
No sign of Meka; but that’s where Elizabeth was. And a whole lot of other people too; seemed happy hour was starting early at First Bar today. Bobbie slid a margarita down my way before I even had a barstool pulled up beside Bethy. It pays to be a regular around here.
Kathleen was down at the end of the bar being her usual curvy self. She was chatting with Jamie and they both gave friendly waves. That was kind of odd. The last time I saw both of them, they looked like two strange cats stuck in the same room together, and not happy about it either. I waved back as Renee was walking over. Renee’s a real piece of work, and her parties are absolutely famous.
“Hey girl. I was just heading across the street to see you,” Renee said as she pulled up beside me. She gave a friendly nod to Bethy, but carried on in her usual breathless way. “Now you’ve saved me a trip. Duane and I are having a party in a couple of weeks. Can you and Meka make it?”
I had to laugh. Just by the way she was asking I could tell right away it was going to be one of her ‘special’ parties. Those are the really famous ones. “I dunno,” I laughed, “I’ll hafta ask her. Will we be wearing clothes for this one?”
Renee often invites Meka and me, and a few other girls, to these ‘specials’ pretty much as eye candy. We parade around mostly in just our underwear so the other guests know right away they’re in for an exceptional party and not just the usual rounds of cocktails and inane chatter.
“I was thinking just panties,” Renee laughed, confirming my suspicions. Poor Bethy almost choked on her drink. She’s never been to one of Renee’s parties, though I’m sure she’s heard about them before. They’re kind of like an urban legend around here. I put the date in my Palm after exaggerating patting Bethy’s back to get her over her little choking fit.
“I’ll ask Meka, but I’m sure you can count on us.”
“Perfect!” Renee gushed, hurrying off to her next little group of friends. She’s such the social butterfly.
“Sounds like fun,” Bethy said, watching Renee as she bounced from table to table. Renee can be kind of breathtaking if you don’t know her. I had to smile.
“A real hoot,” I said, sipping my drink. “Has Meka been here?”
“In and out. She had two quick drinks and left. She told Bobbie they were on you. Or that they would be. I don’t know what she meant by that.” I sure did, and I was willing to bet they were big drinks too. Yum. “So who’s up in the contest?” Bethy asked, sneaking her hand down to my thigh.
“I left ya a note. It’s still close.” I teased my hand over Bethy’s thigh too. I really did hope she won. I finished my drink in a few big gulps and left some cash on the bar for Bobbie. Meka would be waiting. But my cell phone chose just then to remind me that I really have a twenty-four hour a day kind of job. I didn’t even have to look to know it would be Sara.
“Two things,” I heard before I could even say ‘hello’. Yep, it was Sara. “Lacy and Tomas Matthews are flying in Monday. Ted seems to think if you pick ‘em up at the airport and show ‘em around town they’ll sign before Wednesday.”
So that’s what Mr Sands wanted. The Matthews are some very big fish he’s been trying to land for a long time. He was basically asking Sara if he could borrow me as a deal closer. I used to do that for Sara all the time, though she doesn’t approve of that sort of thing so much anymore. I actually like the Matthews, though. They’re an especially interesting couple, and I found them really sexy in an exotic kind of way the first time I met them.
“I’ll think about it,” I told her, though I already knew I’d do it. “What else?” I’d have to wait for the second thing. Sara put me on hold.
“Doesn’t that piss you off?” Bethy said, sipping her drink, seeing I was on hold.
“What?” I asked as Tammy was coming over to say hello. Tammy’s a hot little red head, a waitress here at the bar, and another of the girls Renee sometimes invites to her parties as a sexy extra.
“Getting called while you’re off work, then being put on hold,” Bethy went on. She just doesn’t understand that I’m never quite off work like other people are.
“You know what they say,” Tammy pontificated with a big smile, “Better to be pissed off than pissed on.” Bethy agreed, thinking that very funny.
“You’ve obviously never been pissed on by me then,” I grinned, blowing Tammy a big kiss. Both girls thought that a huge laugh. And then Sara was back. Her second thing was no big deal and I could handle it in a few seconds back at the office.
“Gotta run,” I said with a final squeeze to Bethy’s thigh and a quick smile for Tammy. Bethy was looking outside at the threatening clouds.
“You better hurry. You’re gonna get rained on.”
I just couldn’t resist that. “Oh, I don’t mind a little shower,” I said, sneaking my lips to Bethy’s ear. “Especially those really nice, long, warm ones,” I whispered. “Meka likes getting nice and wet too.”
Bethy’s sexy little shudder was priceless! But I had to hurry along. I waved bye to everybody and made my way home. And just as I suspected, there was Meka, all nice and sexy, waiting for me.
There was some seriously cool karma going on when Meka and I met. We were at this huge bar and it was totally packed because there was a concert. I was there with a girlfriend of mine, and Meka was there with a girlfriend of hers. It was pitch dark in the crowd for this one particular song, just some soft lights on-stage, when I felt my girlfriend’s hand sliding over my ass and under my skirt.
Well, I pulled her close and helped myself to her sexy little butt too. We fingered each other to quick little orgasms, packed really tight in this crowd in the pitch dark. When the lights came up I found my fingers soaking wet under this sexy girl’s skirt, and hers under mine. But that wasn’t my girlfriend!
Meka and I both shrieked, then found a little quieter place where we could actually introduce ourselves and get a little better acquainted. The rest, as they say, is history; because we got very much better acquainted that night; and we’ve been sexy best friends, roommates, and fuck buddies ever since.
And here she was now, stretched out on the bar between our kitchen and living room. Meka’s one of those girls that looks absolutely fabulous in lingerie. Here she was with her long, tan legs clad only in sheer, powder blue bikini panties, her generous, round breasts barely held in by a matching sheer bra. The color suited her well, very sexy.
Her long, shiny hair has been a lustrous brunette lately. She claims not to know what her natural color is anymore, but I think this lovely shade is close to it, though she must have had the ends dipped in blonde sometime today. It wasn’t like that this morning. It looked pretty on her.
Meka had a wicked smile for me, propped up on her elbow, her body stretched languidly on top of the bar. She idly toyed a finger around the rim of a tall pitcher of crystal clear water resting just in front of her flat tummy.
“Someone’s definitely in a mood,” I said to her quite happily coming into the apartment. Who can resist a mostly naked lovely like Meka as an early evening snack?
“Been thinkin’ ‘bout it all day, lover,” Meka cooed, dipping long fingers into the pitcher for a likely looking ice cube. She held the cube between her full lips and looked me directly in the eyes as she sucked on it slowly, then ran it just over the top of her tight bra. Rivulets of cool water dripped down her luscious cleavage and she gave a tiny little shudder. Meka’s a total hottie!
“Then I’ll just go get changed,” I whispered, bending down to pull the ice cube between my lips. I moaned for her as I sucked on it slowly while she held it between her fingers. Ice cold water dripped over my lips and down my chin. Then I pressed my cool lips to hers for a quick little kiss and went into our room to change.
“Hurry back,” Meka said with her sexiest little giggle as I scampered away.
Meka and I have a two bedroom apartment. We usually sleep together in one and use the other as kind of a guest and play room. I saw the second room was lit with candles, some fragrant oil was warming up on the bedside table, and soft music was oozing from the small speakers by our closet. Someone was definitely in a mood. Yay!
There were two outfits laid out by the dressing table in our bedroom. It was starting to look like Meka had quite the evening planned ahead for the two of us. I quickly shed my clothes and went into the bathroom to freshen up a little and slip into something a little sexier for Meka. I’m usually more the pajama type myself, but I enjoy dressing up for Meka, and this certainly wasn’t sleepy time.
The bathroom was lit with candles too, and piles of fresh smelling towels were everywhere. Yep, Meka was in a mood alright. Yum. And there was a short white satin chemise laid out for me in there too. Meka’s so thoughtful sometimes. I slipped it on quickly and padded out barefoot to join her at the bar.
Meka was sitting at the bar now rather than lying on it, her long legs crossed and looking just delicious. She was still idly playing with the rim of the tall pitcher of iced cold water. It dripped condensation in long, slow little streams and the ice cubes circled lazily as she dipped her finger in now and again. She smiled brightly, seeing me come in.
“Looks like you have a little head start,” I said smiling back at her. She had a tall glass in front of her, half full of the crystal clear water.
I kept my eyes on hers as I flattened my tongue, and slowly I licked up the length of the pitcher. Taking all the time I could, from the bottom of the pitcher to the top, I slipped my tongue back and forth, gathering cool, clear drops of water all the way. Condensation accumulated and ran slowly down, pooling on the bar. I let my tongue circle slowly around the rim a couple of times, Meka’s eyes riveted to mine for every sexy second. I gave her a long, slow kiss as I pulled up my barstool, and the cool, clear water dripped from both our lips as we pressed them softly together.
“That’s right, sweetie,” Meka said lifting the pitcher and pouring me a glass as I settled in. “You have a little catching up to do.” She gave me a sexy smile, and another sexy kiss handing the glass to me, and then we tinked our glasses together in a private little toast.
“So, how was your day?” Meka asked as I took a long, cool drink, pulling the barstool a little closer beside her.
I always find that funny; the casual chit chat. Meka and I don’t do this every day. Far from it. But if you were sitting there with us you might think so. We actually stumbled onto this playful little moment of joy quite by accident; a drunken accident really, so we quite literally did stumble. But now it’s something extra-special that we share only with each other, and definitely not to be rushed. The casual chit chat as we drink is kind of part of the slow, sexy buildup. And worth every wet, sexy second of it.
“Just wonderful. I saw Renee at the bar.” I filled Meka’s glass to the brim for her and took another long drink myself. I could see how excited she was. She really had been thinking about this all day, the adorable slut.
“Oh goodie! A party?” Meka loves Renee’s parties. She drank all her water in one long drink and licked her lips with a sexy, satisfied sigh.
“Yep. But we really need to behave at this one.” I finished my glass off too and Meka poured me another. The last special party Meka and I went to we caused a bit of a splash.
“That wasn’t our fault,” Meka said laughing, getting up to refill the pitcher. I watched her sexy bottom sway behind those sheer panties all the way to the kitchen. She’s right though, it wasn’t really all our fault.
“Besides, it was fun,” she laughed again giving me a quick little kiss, filling my glass up again and sitting back down. She bounced her legs up and down as she drank, looking just sexy as can be.
“It was fun, wasn’t it,” I said with my best conspiratorial grin. I drank again, watching Meka’s eyes. They were sliding back and forth over my chest, feasting on my hard nipples underneath thin satin. I took an ice cube and made wet little circles over the fabric, making Meka smile. I love making Meka smile.
She leaned over, pressing her cool, wet lips to mine. Her tongue teased and tickled mine as she softly pinched a wet nipple with one hand. We both laughed, remembering Renee’s last party. We’d really both been minding our own business. We were just lying by the pool sharing a wide lounger, and we even still had our bikinis on and everything.
I filled Meka’s glass for her when she sat back and fed her an ice cube while she smiled. It had been fairly early in the party, and Meka and I really weren’t paying attention to anything. We just kind of started kissing as we caught some sun. We didn’t even know we’d attracted a crowd.
Meka pulled the cube from her lips with long, sexy fingers and fed it to me. At the party she and I had just been in our own little world. We weren’t going to get naked there or anything; we were just kissing a little. In the here and now, I crunched noisily on the ice cube and got up to refill the pitcher again. Meka gave me a little swat as I wiggled past her.
“Almost there baby,” Meka grinned, sliding long nails up my thigh as I sat back down.
“Almost there,” I agreed, tickling her ear with my tongue as I filled her glass.
At the party, the first notion Meka and I had that we’d drawn any attention at all was when I saw a long rope of white cum splash on her cheek. We both looked up at the same time and there were a half dozen or so guys standing there looking lustily down at us. Nearly as many girls were standing there too, each jerking a hard cock or two off on us. Meka and I just went back to making out while hot, white cum splashed all over us.
“One more glass?” Meka wanted to know, holding up the pitcher. Renee had been a little peeved at us that her party got started so early that way. But it really hadn’t been our fault at all, and she got over it eventually.
“One more,” I smiled. I was excited as Meka, and listening to the sound of the cold, clear water filling my glass got me tingly all over. A clear signal that I really was almost there. I could tell Meka was barely keeping back from squirming, herself. She was definitely there. She’d had a head start.
We tinked our glasses in our private little toast again and leaned together for another sexy kiss before drinking. I rolled my cold glass over Meka’s hard nipples, her sheer bra soaking up the condensation. She rested her glass on my thigh, slowly sliding it between my legs. We moaned as we kissed, and our tongues began moving faster.
“All over me,” I whispered to her, my lips nipping at hers. I could hardly wait now.
“Mmm. In my mouth, baby,” Meka sighed as she kissed me back harder.
I think that’s Meka’s absolute biggest turn-on in the world. She says that since we’re both vegetarians we taste sweet and clean. I can’t testify to the why of it, but I have to agree. Meka tastes sweet as sugar to me and she’s so sexy when she’s dripping wet, dripping wet all over me. I was ready too.
We tilted our glasses straight up, finishing off the last of the iced cold water, our eyes never once leaving the other. “Let’s go!” We both said in unison. We laughed together at that, and raced each other to the bathroom.
I shut off the lights as Meka hurried to turn on the shower. Meka likes the shower really, really hot, and the air conditioner had the bathroom rather chilled, so steam began rolling out almost immediately. The candles cut through the clouds in a soft, sensual way creating an almost ethereal, sultry ambiance.
We pulled together in a tight embrace as the water ran, our bodies hot, almost trembling. Meka’s hand snuck under the hem of my chemise just as I slipped my thigh between hers. And we kissed softly in the warm mist of our bathroom, our bodies sliding together with practiced familiarity. I caressed the back of Meka’s neck, just as she likes it, and she tickled my inner thigh in tight little circles, just as I like it too.
We stepped into the shower together, still kissing, and pulled the door tightly closed . The steam in here made the air thick, rich, sexy and warm. Meka and I were instantly drenched under the hot water coming down in fat, soft streams. We turned slowly together in lazy circles beneath it, still kissing, our garments sticking to us like wet outer skins.
Meka’s bra and panties became transparent, her hard dark nipples standing out, her full luxuriant bush plain as day. My chemise clung to every curve of my body, and I felt so sexy watching Meka’s eyes devouring me the lusty way they were. We kissed slowly together, turning underneath the hot, sexy water. Meka suddenly remembered she’d just had her hair dipped, and then with a ‘what the hell’ shrug and a smile, she took her turn under the nozzle, pasting her long dark hair down her sexy back.
Meka’s hands went to my shoulders, pushing the drenched chemise off me, as mine went to the clasp on her bra, opening it easily. Water poured over and down our breasts as our tongues began fighting back and forth, our moans competing with the steam to fill the shower. Meka’s sexy lips found their way to my neck and she licked her wet way down to my chest, the hot water beating down on us both. With a groan I leaned back, turning off the water as Meka pulled a hard, pink nipple into her hot, wet mouth.
Meka pushed my chemise on down my body and I wiggled it past my hips. It was warm and wet sliding down my thighs, and lay drenched and hot at our naked feet. Meka pulled me close, her hands going behind me, grabbing at my ass as she leaned me back a little, her hot lips sucking at my rock hard nipple. Her wet tongue was driving me mad as it circled like a fast little storm, and I groaned with want as she slowly licked her sexy way to the other.
I spread my thighs as I leaned farther back against the cooling tile of the shower, Meka’s tongue making its sensual way down my wet body. She licked at the hot water all over my breasts and tummy as she slowly went to her knees. I could hear her moan and I could see the hand inside her panties, playing frantically between her wet thighs. And her tongue flattened, taking long delicious licks between mine, always closer, closer to my so wet, waiting pussy.
It was my turn to moan as I felt her tongue teasing at my drenched outer lips. I lifted my leg, placing my bare foot on the side of the stall, giving Meka plenty more room to play. Meka was groaning now, her hand a blur between her sexy thighs, and she pressed her wet lips to my clit and began sucking gently, pulling it into her hot mouth. I trembled and sighed, holding it in, holding it in, holding it until Meka told me she was ready.
Her tongue began moving in and out of me slowly, driving me wild, her lips nipping now and again at my throbbing clit. I moaned, reaching down with both my hands, holding myself open for my sexy lover. I could feel her body begin to shake. Her lips clamped down on my clit and then she began to roll her face back and forth slowly over my soaked pussy, caressing my drenched lips with her wet mouth and shiny cheeks.
She smiled up at me from between my dripping thighs, and pressed her lips all the way inside me, and I knew my lovely Meka was ready. And then I let go. I shuddered and trembled as that peculiar tickle traveled throughout my body, and I heard Meka shriek with delight as the first tiny droplets made their way out of my sexy little hole. Meka’s hot tongue was right there as I relaxed and that lovely satisfaction began taking control of me. Meka turned her face back and forth quickly, her hand pushing in and out between her sexy thighs, her face pushed tightly between mine.
I held my lips open for sweet, sexy Meka as she turned her face this way and that in wanton delight. Her open mouth filled and dripped as I sighed and trembled, and Meka came hard, groaning, her fingers deep inside her pussy, moving in and out as she moved her body to and fro. Moaning underneath the hot, wet sex pouring out of me she played with her pussy faster and faster, shuddering and shaking, but always licking at me, always swallowing me.
Meka’s hands left her pussy as I began slowly winding down, grabbing at my thighs, pulling herself up. She lifted her firm breasts, holding them together as I leaned against the cooling tile. And I knew what she wanted. I held very still, letting her cleavage fill as she sighed, until my body had had its final say with the both of us.
I went to my knees to join her then, pressing my face between her wet globes. Mmm. Meka’s so right about our sexy taste; sweet and delicious. I raised my face to hers and we shared a sexy kiss together, teasing and tasting as the last of our hot shower spilled between our sexy, wet bodies. This is Meka’s favorite part, and I always indulge lovely Meka. We kissed hotly, our hands roaming all over our wet forms as our wetter tongues explored.
With a lacivious smile, Meka stood as I lay down for my sexy turn. The tile was cooling, but still warm, slick under my hot body. Meka looked like a lusty, drenched Amazon standing over me that way, and oh how I loved it! My hands slid all over my wet body, reaching down, down to my wet, wanting pussy. This is the time that gets me off most I think; the wet anticipation, the drenched waiting.
Meka lifted her leg onto the edge of the shower this time and I wrapped an arm around the other, my hand sliding up her slick, wet calf. She pulled her drenched panties to the side for me and I could see her open pussy, hot, wet, delicious. I pushed two fingers inside myself, opening and closing them quickly, my eyes never leaving Meka’s. Her pussy glistened wetly and seemed to pulse rhythmically. And the hot, clear stream began cascading down on me as we closed our eyes. Mmm.
Meka sighed, and played with her pretty pussy, as I turned underneath my hot sexy shower, bathing my whole body as Meka leaned back and forth over me. I reached up to play with my breasts as I felt her hot stream landing on both. Oh! My face was splashed as I watched, and I pinched my nipples as they were drenched underneath the hot rain. It spilled and tickled down my breasts, gathering all over my sexy, wet body and I lifted a nipple to my hot, wet mouth. Mmm.
Meka played with her steamy clit as she let go, and I reached down my body, following her sexy shower down, playing with my own clit as I felt the lusty splashes traveling down my flat belly, down to my so hot, wet pussy. Meka and I were screaming together and I pinched and rolled my clit around, just loving all that hot, wet, sexy rain landing and pounding at my drenched pussy lips.
I shuddered and came underneath under that hot, sexy shower as I felt it raining down on my open pussy, splashing on my tummy, dripping down my sexy thighs, tickling down my wet crack. My fingers played back and forth and in and out as I shuddered from the sheer wet, sexy sluttiness of it all. My thumb rolled over my clit as hot, wet streams of steamy sex poured over me, all over me, drenching me, soaking me, making me cum. Mmm.
And suddenly, Meka was lying on the tile with me, her wet, sexy body all over mine. Meka and I kissed and rolled around together in the still steamy shower, our hands and fingers busy, playing in and out of our two dripping wet pussies. And we kissed while we came together, our breath coming in long ragged gasps, our hearts pounding like thunder during a hot summer storm.
Slowly, we cooled as we lay together, two sexy lovers just smiling at each other. Dripping wet and loving it, we eventually rose together and turned the shower back on, each reaching for the soap at the same time.
“Your hair looks nice by the way,” I mentioned, nipping Meka’s neck as I soaped up her pretty breasts, sexy suds covering hard, dark nipples. Back to our usual chit chat. You might think we do this every day.
“And here I thought you didn’t even notice. Hope it’s not ruined,” Meka said with a grin, sneaking a soapy hand over my ass, tickling my tight little ring. “I went shopping for toys today too baby,” she added with a wicked smile and a whisper, just as her finger slipped slowly in. Mmm.
It seemed Meka had a very, very full evening planned for the two of us, and we took our sweet, sexy time.
Hey everybody! Hope you enjoyed meeting April and Meka.
Afternoon Delight
....as told by Renee, First Bar’s favorite party planner.
I was skipping across the street to Duane’s and Mark’s office for one of our favorite pass-times; a good old-fashioned ‘nooner’, or a little Afternoon Delight, as I like to think of it. Some people might raise eyebrows at the relationship I share with my loving husband and his very sexy brother. Others who know a little more about it just laugh and like to kid around, calling them my ‘husbands’. It’s a fun joke and not all that much out of line, so none of us really mind.
I actually dated Mark first while in college; a handsome guy, smooth and charming, he nearly swept me off my feet. He and Duane shared an apartment back then and Mark and I could often be found naked in one room or another, fucking like rabid teenagers. Duane walked in on us in the shower a time or two, and once in the kitchen, of all places. At first it was a little awkward but Mark and Duane never seemed to think too much of it. So I eventually stopped thinking anything about it too.
Now, Duane always flirted quite openly with me right in front of his brother, and Mark never seemed to have a jealous bone in that fine body of his, so I always flirted right back. They sometimes liked to joke around suggestively about how they ‘shared’ everything growing up and I kidded right back with them about it too, actually very intrigued by the idea of being shared by these handsome brothers. The sexy banter went on for weeks and I kept getting more and more turned on by the idea. I couldn’t help wonder just how much was joke and how much was suggestion.
One night Mark and I were naked in his bed, a thin blanket the only thing covering the two of us. I was sensuously gliding up and down on his gorgeous cock, playing with my tits and talking dirty to him while he watched me and moaned. When the door slowly opened I was slightly surprised, but totally thrilled to see Duane silhouetted in the shaft of light there, naked and stroking his long, hard cock as he came slowly nearer.
I’ve always been quite the adventuresome thing, even in those days. Maybe not so much then as compared to now, but I was always the first girl to try something new, and the last one to condemn anyone for it. So I didn’t go running naked into the street yelling for the cops when I saw this superbly handsome man watching me fuck his brother. Instead, I let the blanket fall, finally taking that hard cock of his deep into my mouth, and started sliding up and down on Mark all the faster.
Both brothers fucked me silly long into the night, and we cut classes the next day while they fucked me senseless well into late afternoon too. Sometimes they would take turns with me, one watching while the other rested. Other times they would both take me at once. It was positively fantastic for me, and the beginning of a fun new life for all three of us. I was the luckiest girl in school with one brother, the other, or both at my sexy beck and call. And believe me, I becked and I called! Loud and often!
It was Duane I actually fell deeply in love with though, and eventually married. It was easy enough to do and I fell as head over heels for him as he did for me. Oh, Mark and I will always love each other in our own sexy ways, but Duane is the passion of my life and the perfect mate to my soul.
That doesn’t stop us all from still fucking like teenagers though. Not even close. There isn’t a jealous bone in Duane’s fine body either, and I’ve learned to enjoy sharing my sexy men with other women too. So, people kid around about my ‘husbands’ and me, sometimes not knowing just how right they are. We have quite a few friends who know all about it that we get together with from time to time. Some of their relationships are just as fun and sexy, and we always have a great time.
Duane’s and Mark’s office is almost right across the street from mine so I often pop in afternoons for a quickie with one brother or both. Their office isn’t nearly as busy as mine and we usually have plenty of time to rearrange the furniture in a lot of fun ways. That’s not to say their office is ever really empty. They almost always have a parade of interns or secretaries coming or going, usually the air-head bimbo type; big boobs and tight asses. And Mark is quite the playboy about town so he almost always has a pretty thing or two in tow. He hasn’t changed much at all; still the charmer.
That works out just fine for all of us, since being the adventuresome girl I am, I learned long ago how much fun it can be to play around with girls too. Unconventional to be sure, but ‘the more the merrier’ are much more than mere words for the three of us. They’re words to live by, and we live by them with fanatic enthusiasm.
And they have just the cutest little thing interning for them now! Cut from an entirely different mold than their usual ditzy blondes, Heather is bright, skilled and thoroughly competent. She hardly looks a day out of high school but has the poise and maturity of a much older woman. She’s by far the most responsible girl her age I’ve ever known, the mother of a four-year-old if you can believe it. And he’s just the most darling little boy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him cranky or cry. She loves him fiercely as a momma bear, a very pretty and sexy momma bear; absolutely adorable to see.
She waits tables at a little bar we go to all the time, and when Duane found out she was interested in law he offered her a paid internship with the firm. She was so cute, so excited about a ‘real job’, and she looks so sexy in her short skirts and high heels, her ‘professional attire’ as she calls it.
Believe it or not, Duane’s motives were entirely on the up-and-up but I gave him a big kiss for it anyway. This cute little thing just intrigued me no end, and when Barbara filled me in on her weekend at the beach when we loaned Heather the condo, I knew I just had to spend more time with this sexy young woman. Barbara’s details made me hot enough to jump her right then and there, and it sounded to me like Heather would make a fine addition to our circle of sexy friends.
I stopped in at First Bar on the way to the office. We were having a little party over the weekend and there were a few people there I wanted to make sure to invite, Heather most definitely among them. I remembered today was Friday when I didn’t find her there, though. She works at the firm on Fridays and goes to school every other day of the week. Awful when you can’t remember what day of the week it is, huh? I should get calendar someday.
Kathleen was there of course, putting together arrangements for their upcoming golf tournament. My, how that girl has changed! Built like an hour glass and just as full of sand, Kathleen is one of the most vivacious, outgoing people I know. She has First Bar eating out of the palm of her hand and we all just love her for it. I’ll bet poor Jonathon is eating his heart out by now.
Jamie was there too, poking a salad for lunch. I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen her eat. Some of the girls that work and hang out at First Bar call her Delish, short for Delicious Blonde, and it’s entirely fitting. She’s one of the prettiest and happiest girls in the neighborhood. She’s sexy and smart, funny and bright; simply delicious. So her little nickname is right on the money. Jonathon must have done something really terrible in a past life to get dumped by both those sexy girls in the space of a few weeks.
The tension between the two has eased somewhat lately, and everyone is glad of that. It’s a real wrench to see two great people you like and care about not get along. It’s kind of funny really, because they’re so much alike and just don’t see it. I think they have a lot more in common with each other than just the hapless Jonathon. But it’s been getting much better lately and everyone is much happier for it. They may not be friends but at least they can be friendly now, which is a good thing.
I found a few of my friends having lunch or getting an early start on their weekend and invited them to the party, having a quick glass of wine myself, then walked down the street to Duane’s and Mark’s office. It was a nice, sunny day and the forecast for the weekend was perfect, if maybe a little hot. Exactly right for the sexy weekend I had planned really, absolutely perfect.
The guys’ office is on the second floor of what was once a neighborhood apothecary and I helped them decorate it when they moved in, giving the place a real antiquey kind of ambiance. I like to think it gives their practice a very dignified look and presentation, though I think the guys don’t really care so much about their appearance, at least not nearly as much as they should. Some of those old law books are worth quite a bit of money actually, and it was a real pain getting such large and fine old desks up the narrow stairs without a lot of dents and dings.
Nobody cares about any of that on Fridays though. The place was deserted. Or at least I thought it was until I heard voices coming from Mark’s office. Now that was a little strange. If everyone was leaving early on a Friday, Mark would almost certainly be among the first out. He believes in starting the flow and would never be content to just go with it. So if the place was empty, what would Mark be doing here? Working late? No way.
Now, Duane is the much more responsible of the two, and can sometimes keep his brother focused on the work at hand when necessary. I expected to find them together going over some notes or something, and was really looking forward to some serious Afternoon Delight now!
But that wasn’t Duane in there with Mark at all. It was Heather! When I overheard what they were talking about I quietly pushed the door open just a little more so I could see better, and kept very quiet. Mark was being even smoother than usual at first, trying to talk his way between this sexy young girl’s legs. And Heather was dishing it right back at him. How sexy!
I think that kind of put Mark’s usually suave timing off a little. He seemed somewhat of sorts because Heather was such a willing participant in their sexy banter. I think he expected it to be a little more difficult. But it was hard to tell who was actually seducing whom, and I thought it just so funny watching this sexy young girl throw Mark for a loop like that.
There was the usual kind of lame sexual innuendo, the kind that people in the legal profession might share; all the talk about ‘briefs’ and ‘laying it all out for the jury’ and so forth. I almost laughed out loud when Heather said something about the ‘rules of discovery’ while playing with Mark’s cock through his pants. That was a new one.
But I didn’t want them to know I was there, so I kept it quiet and found a chair, quietly pulling it close to the door. I wanted to see this! Their sexy talk was getting to me a little, even if I had heard and participated in it all before, and I was already kind of charged up thinking about Afternoon Delight.
I idly played with my hardening nipples through my blouse and bra, listening to their every word. I thought I almost got caught because I gave a little gasp when I heard the jingle of a belt buckle and the sound of a zipper going straight down. But those two were paying no attention to anything but what they were doing, so I needn’t have worried. When they finally kissed I pinched my nipple a little and watched even more closely.
Seeing the cute little Heather going slowly to her knees and pulling Mark’s throbbing cock out of his pants was one of the sexiest things I had ever witnessed. I couldn’t hear her words as she smiled up at him, caressing her face with that big dick. But I heard his groan when she pushed his pants farther down his legs and slid her mouth over his balls, pulling them in one at a time.
And I heard her laughing quietly to herself as she slid her tongue up his long shaft, licking the pre-cum oozing from the shiny head. And then I heard her humming, or moaning softly to herself as she pulled that head into her sexy mouth and began sucking slowly.
Mark’s moan thankfully covered mine as I slipped a hand inside my blouse, caressing a hard nipple through a thin lace bra, teasing around it just as Heather’s silky tongue teased around Mark’s hard cock. She slipped a hand down her sexy body and eased it inside her own blouse too, just as I slipped mine inside my bra. I heard her moan a little to herself again as her lips began to slide down Mark’s shaft and her hand cupped her breast. I moaned quietly with her as I began to play a little more urgently.
This young girl looked so sexy as her other hand began to slowly pull her short skirt up from behind, not touching Mark at all now except with those full, sexy lips. Her hot mouth slid up and down that shiny cock as she pulled that skirt up off her tight bottom. Her lacy white panties barely covered any of that gorgeous little ass and her fingers were quickly inside them, sliding sensuously behind that white curtain toward a tight, wet pussy. I slid a warm hand to my thigh and up my own skirt, watching this sexy thing as she drove Mark absolutely wild with her hot mouth, bobbing up and down his length faster all the time.
Heather slid her hand down between her legs, inside her panties, as she took Mark’s long cock deep into her throat. She had to stretch her back and legs some, rising up a little to get that thing in her mouth so deeply. So I got a great view as she pulled her panties aside and slipped two long nails into her neatly shaved pussy. Such a sexy sight, watching a willing, wanton young girl playing with her tits and pussy, getting herself off while she sucked a hard, gorgeous cock.
She and I were moaning softly together now as she sucked up and down on Mark’s beautifully hard cock, playing brazenly with herself with both hands. I did the same, caressing my full breasts with one hand inside my bra and my other hand tickling my pussy through quickly dampening panties.
She began really getting into it too. Such a hot little slut, pushing her fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy as she sucked up and down on Mark’s delicious looking shaft faster and faster. I think she was cumming when I teased my fingers inside my panties and parted my wet lips. Her head was bobbing up and down quickly on Mark’s cock and her fingers were a blur between her legs, and she was moaning in time with her movements.
I imagine her other hand must have been busily sliding across both her full breasts, as mine was doing, but I couldn’t see that. I teased my pussy in time with her movements and spread my wet lips with hers, pushing my fingers in deeper as she sucked Mark off faster. This was one hot little slut, and I couldn’t wait to get to know her better! But I kept quiet and watched, getting wetter and wetter.
Mark was moaning, groaning, and straining not to cum. His hands were in her pretty auburn hair and his eyes were looking straight at the sky as she sucked his near bursting cock. I could tell this was one hot little cocksucker who was looking forward to a mouth full of hot cum. She bobbed faster and faster up and down on that throbbing cock, sucking harder, and I’m sure she was cumming when Mark pulled her off his cock and picked her up, turning them both around.
She groaned a little in disappointment, but not for long at all. Mark turned, picking her up and setting her on his desk, then quickly lowered himself between her knees, pulling her to the edge. Heather pulled her tiny panties to the side and teased her clit with her nails as Mark pushed his hot tongue inside her soaking wet pussy. She sighed, spreading her sweet thighs and lay back on the desk as Mark dove into her, and I sighed with her as my fingers moved faster in and out of my wet pussy too.
She lifted her legs and bent them at the knees after Mark pulled her panties off and pushed her skirt farther up her hips. She looked so sexy with her high heels in the air and a gorgeous guy licking up and down her wet slit. She groaned and twisted her fingers in his hair, pulling him into her wet pussy as I pressed my fingers over my hard clit.
I thought she might have seen me then, since I let a little moan out with hers. But she closed her eyes very tightly and came as hard as any girl I’d ever seen, twisting her hips up and down Mark’s sexy lips, fucking his face like a slut in heat. I came with her then, imaging it was me making her cum that way!
It’s a wonder both didn’t hear me as I pushed my fingers in and out of my soaking wet pussy, fingering my clit and cumming like one of Ginny Diamond’s sweet little hotties. But Heather was talking up a storm! No way would they hear me over that, so I kept fucking myself and cumming with her.
“Fuck yeah!” she was yelling. “Lick my pussy, Mark! Oh my God!” Her pants and near breathless words were getting closer and closer together. “ Do it, do it now! I’m cumming! Oh, fuck me, Mark!” She yelled and moaned, pulling Mark up her body. “Fuck me now! Gimme your big cock! Fuck me with it!”
What a sexy slut! I could hardly wait to get my hands on her myself and thought about busting in to join them. But I kept my hands to myself, busily playing with my pussy as Mark quickly got up and pushed his hard cock inside her with a loud grunt. His ass was tight and rock hard as he pushed his cock deep inside her and he rose up and down on the balls of his feet as he fucked in and out of her slowly, then much faster as they got used to it together. Heather moaned sexily with each deep thrust.
“Oh fuck yeah!” she sighed loudly, wrapping her sexy legs around Mark’s body as he pushed deep inside her and pulled all the way out. “Do me hard, Mark! Fuck me hard! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me like a slut!”
Mark smiled down at her and did. He pushed and pulled his big dick in and out of her as I pushed and pulled my long fingers in and out of myself. Faster and faster he plunged his big cock in and out of a screaming, writhing Heather, and my fingers kept time with him, in and out of my writhing pussy. Heather and I were cumming together when Mark pulled quickly out of her and turned her around spreading her sexy legs again, and gently bent her over the desk.
Heather knew just what was going on, the sly little thing, and eagerly bent over the desk, pushing paperwork aside. Then, spreading her wet pussy lips with long nails, she smiled mischievously over her shoulder and lifted that fine ass a little higher. She licked her lips sensuously, brushing some long, auburn hair out of her eyes and told Mark to fuck her.
“Hurry, Mark! Fuck me hard! It’s so big, Baby! I'm so fucking wet! Gimme all of it!”
This sexy young girl knows exactly what turns men on, and that turns her on too. You can tell by the way she likes to fuck, and I find that just sexy as Hell. I could hardly keep my eyes off her as she pulled her clit between a ‘V’ in her fingers and slid her other hand up her body, pulling at her breast. Mark slid in behind her, forcefully pushing his cock all the way inside her pussy, taking them both off the floor a second or two. He did it again and Heather squealed. He did it again and she groaned. He did it again and she screamed.
Heather screamed and yelled while Mark fucked in and out of her soaking wet pussy, his muscles straining, then relaxing with each deep thrust in and out. I matched Heather’s ‘V’ with my own fingers and pushed those of my other hand in and out of my dripping wet pussy faster and faster too, trying to keep up with them. Heather and I were cumming together again but she was the one who was yelling. She was the one panting and moaning. I was still being very quiet, but furiously fucking myself faster and faster.
Mark slid his hand up to Heather’s pretty face and she turned her head to face him, smiling as she backed up on him faster. He slid his fingers into her sexy mouth and she sucked on them like they were another cock, sliding her tongue around them first, then pulling them between her wet lips and going down on them. That made Mark and me both groan and he began fucking her faster as he pulled them out and slid them down her arched back.
Heather moaned again as Mark pushed deeply inside her and teased those wet fingers around her tight asshole. She began moving her own fingers around her clit as she wiggled her ass around Mark’s cock and around his fingers, encouraging him on. Her calf and thigh muscles were tight as string and she gripped harder at the desk with her other hand as she lifted up and down, riding Marks cock faster.
“Oh fuck yeah!” she panted between gasps, gripping the desk tightly. “Do my ass too! So good!” Mark slowly began pushing his finger inside this sweet girl’s tight little ass and slowed his pumping cock, concentrating. He was probably doing his best not to cum inside her just yet but Heather was having none of that.
“Fuck me faster, Mark! Make me cum! Fuck me hard!”
I teased one of my own wet fingers to my ass when Mark dutifully picked up his pace, slamming his cock inside this sexy girl’s pussy while his finger slid easily in and out of her gorgeous ass.
“Mmmmm...You wanna fuck my ass too, don’t ya, Baby?” Her voice was stretched, the words only able to come out between gasps. But they had their effect on Mark. And me, too. I don’t think Mark could speak at all, but I know what his answer would have been. I gently pushed a finger inside my own tight ass and kept watching, teasing my clit, imagining what it will be like when I finally get my hands on this sexy young thing.
“Ah, fuck yeah! Fuck!” she yelled as Mark pushed in especially deep and fast. “Oh! Next time you can fuck my ass, Baby! Oh! Just keep fucking me! Keep fucking me! I'm cumming, Baby! Fuck me!”
I knew Mark had had just about all he could take. His face was absolutely crimson and every muscle in his body was tight, straining to hold back his cum. I had to admire his restraint but I didn’t try to restrain myself at all. I pushed my fingers deep inside my pussy and inside my ass and pressed my clit with a thumb, cumming again and again. I almost missed it when Mark yelled out that he was going to cum.
“Oh! Let me suck it! Cum in my mouth, Mark! I wanna suck you’re cock! Gimme your cum!” I just knew she was a hot little cocksucker! Mark quickly pulled out of her and backed away a little. Heather gave a high, tiny squeak at that but was quick to turn around and go to her knees. I thought she saw me again since I was leaning almost all the way in the door now, but she had her mind on other things just then.
Mark’s cock was hard as I’d ever seen it, rising up and down with each beat of his thumping heart. It was shiny with Heather’s sweet juices and my mouth was literally watering for it. She reached out with a dainty hand and pulled that gorgeous thing to her hot, sweet mouth.
“Mmmm...delicious,” she whispered, licking and mouthing up and down that long, shiny shaft. “Pussy flavor,” she whispered again, wrapping her full lips around the head and pulling it in. Mark lost it then, and I watched fascinated as the hot cum raced up his shaft and shot into Heather’s sweet mouth. She moaned and I could see her cheeks puffing out a little as her mouth filled and she began swallowing that delicious stuff.
Her fingers raced between her legs and she teased her clit as Mark groaned and filled her mouth again. Heather frigged her clit frantically and I kept time with her, pressing mine, as she kept swallowing. She began moving her head up and down on Mark's pumping cock, sucking and swallowing every drop of the sweet cum he had for her. And he always has plenty, I’ve sucked his cock enough times to know.
Heather looked up and smiled, pulling Mark’s cock inside her mouth one final time, then slowly pulled it out, kissing up and down his length. She grinned wickedly and opened her mouth a little so Mark could see the cum she hadn’t swallowed yet. He groaned as she licked her shiny lips and swallowed slowly. Poor Mark leaned back against the desk before he fell over, totally speechless.
Heather rose gracefully, straightening her bra and blouse, smoothing down her tight skirt as she smiled. She found her panties and stuffed them into Mark’s jacket pocket, leaning up with a kiss. “Next time you can fuck my ass, Baby.” I barely heard the whisper as she tickled Mark’s earlobe with those talented lips of hers, then turned and swayed sexily toward the door. “Call me,” she added over her shoulder with a wink.
I couldn’t help watching as she walked slowly toward me, brushing some of that luxurious auburn hair out of her eyes, smiling inwardly to herself. She knew Mark’s eyes were absolutely riveted to her ass and she moved it rhythmically for him as she walked like she knew exactly how to keep them there. That’s just what she intended, the sly little vixen.
I had to move quickly or I’d be caught for sure this time. I hurried to put my chair back and straightened my clothes as I raced out of the office and down the stairs. I’d just turned at the door, pretending to have just come in, when Heather reached the steps. She smiled down as I smiled up. I couldn’t resist, and told her she looked a little flushed.
“Hard day at the office, Sweetie?”
“Oh, it was hard alright,” she joked to herself, smiling. “Nothing I couldn’t handle, though.” What a hot little slut! “You look a little flushed yourself," she added. "Everything okay?”
Oh yes, much more mature and knowing than the usual twenty-year-old. This had been the best Afternoon Delight ever, and I made positively sure she was coming to our party!
Maybe it’ll be one of Renee’s ‘special’ parties and we’ll all be invited! Until then, have fun!
I was skipping across the street to Duane’s and Mark’s office for one of our favorite pass-times; a good old-fashioned ‘nooner’, or a little Afternoon Delight, as I like to think of it. Some people might raise eyebrows at the relationship I share with my loving husband and his very sexy brother. Others who know a little more about it just laugh and like to kid around, calling them my ‘husbands’. It’s a fun joke and not all that much out of line, so none of us really mind.
I actually dated Mark first while in college; a handsome guy, smooth and charming, he nearly swept me off my feet. He and Duane shared an apartment back then and Mark and I could often be found naked in one room or another, fucking like rabid teenagers. Duane walked in on us in the shower a time or two, and once in the kitchen, of all places. At first it was a little awkward but Mark and Duane never seemed to think too much of it. So I eventually stopped thinking anything about it too.
Now, Duane always flirted quite openly with me right in front of his brother, and Mark never seemed to have a jealous bone in that fine body of his, so I always flirted right back. They sometimes liked to joke around suggestively about how they ‘shared’ everything growing up and I kidded right back with them about it too, actually very intrigued by the idea of being shared by these handsome brothers. The sexy banter went on for weeks and I kept getting more and more turned on by the idea. I couldn’t help wonder just how much was joke and how much was suggestion.
One night Mark and I were naked in his bed, a thin blanket the only thing covering the two of us. I was sensuously gliding up and down on his gorgeous cock, playing with my tits and talking dirty to him while he watched me and moaned. When the door slowly opened I was slightly surprised, but totally thrilled to see Duane silhouetted in the shaft of light there, naked and stroking his long, hard cock as he came slowly nearer.
I’ve always been quite the adventuresome thing, even in those days. Maybe not so much then as compared to now, but I was always the first girl to try something new, and the last one to condemn anyone for it. So I didn’t go running naked into the street yelling for the cops when I saw this superbly handsome man watching me fuck his brother. Instead, I let the blanket fall, finally taking that hard cock of his deep into my mouth, and started sliding up and down on Mark all the faster.
Both brothers fucked me silly long into the night, and we cut classes the next day while they fucked me senseless well into late afternoon too. Sometimes they would take turns with me, one watching while the other rested. Other times they would both take me at once. It was positively fantastic for me, and the beginning of a fun new life for all three of us. I was the luckiest girl in school with one brother, the other, or both at my sexy beck and call. And believe me, I becked and I called! Loud and often!
It was Duane I actually fell deeply in love with though, and eventually married. It was easy enough to do and I fell as head over heels for him as he did for me. Oh, Mark and I will always love each other in our own sexy ways, but Duane is the passion of my life and the perfect mate to my soul.
That doesn’t stop us all from still fucking like teenagers though. Not even close. There isn’t a jealous bone in Duane’s fine body either, and I’ve learned to enjoy sharing my sexy men with other women too. So, people kid around about my ‘husbands’ and me, sometimes not knowing just how right they are. We have quite a few friends who know all about it that we get together with from time to time. Some of their relationships are just as fun and sexy, and we always have a great time.
Duane’s and Mark’s office is almost right across the street from mine so I often pop in afternoons for a quickie with one brother or both. Their office isn’t nearly as busy as mine and we usually have plenty of time to rearrange the furniture in a lot of fun ways. That’s not to say their office is ever really empty. They almost always have a parade of interns or secretaries coming or going, usually the air-head bimbo type; big boobs and tight asses. And Mark is quite the playboy about town so he almost always has a pretty thing or two in tow. He hasn’t changed much at all; still the charmer.
That works out just fine for all of us, since being the adventuresome girl I am, I learned long ago how much fun it can be to play around with girls too. Unconventional to be sure, but ‘the more the merrier’ are much more than mere words for the three of us. They’re words to live by, and we live by them with fanatic enthusiasm.
And they have just the cutest little thing interning for them now! Cut from an entirely different mold than their usual ditzy blondes, Heather is bright, skilled and thoroughly competent. She hardly looks a day out of high school but has the poise and maturity of a much older woman. She’s by far the most responsible girl her age I’ve ever known, the mother of a four-year-old if you can believe it. And he’s just the most darling little boy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him cranky or cry. She loves him fiercely as a momma bear, a very pretty and sexy momma bear; absolutely adorable to see.
She waits tables at a little bar we go to all the time, and when Duane found out she was interested in law he offered her a paid internship with the firm. She was so cute, so excited about a ‘real job’, and she looks so sexy in her short skirts and high heels, her ‘professional attire’ as she calls it.
Believe it or not, Duane’s motives were entirely on the up-and-up but I gave him a big kiss for it anyway. This cute little thing just intrigued me no end, and when Barbara filled me in on her weekend at the beach when we loaned Heather the condo, I knew I just had to spend more time with this sexy young woman. Barbara’s details made me hot enough to jump her right then and there, and it sounded to me like Heather would make a fine addition to our circle of sexy friends.
I stopped in at First Bar on the way to the office. We were having a little party over the weekend and there were a few people there I wanted to make sure to invite, Heather most definitely among them. I remembered today was Friday when I didn’t find her there, though. She works at the firm on Fridays and goes to school every other day of the week. Awful when you can’t remember what day of the week it is, huh? I should get calendar someday.
Kathleen was there of course, putting together arrangements for their upcoming golf tournament. My, how that girl has changed! Built like an hour glass and just as full of sand, Kathleen is one of the most vivacious, outgoing people I know. She has First Bar eating out of the palm of her hand and we all just love her for it. I’ll bet poor Jonathon is eating his heart out by now.
Jamie was there too, poking a salad for lunch. I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen her eat. Some of the girls that work and hang out at First Bar call her Delish, short for Delicious Blonde, and it’s entirely fitting. She’s one of the prettiest and happiest girls in the neighborhood. She’s sexy and smart, funny and bright; simply delicious. So her little nickname is right on the money. Jonathon must have done something really terrible in a past life to get dumped by both those sexy girls in the space of a few weeks.
The tension between the two has eased somewhat lately, and everyone is glad of that. It’s a real wrench to see two great people you like and care about not get along. It’s kind of funny really, because they’re so much alike and just don’t see it. I think they have a lot more in common with each other than just the hapless Jonathon. But it’s been getting much better lately and everyone is much happier for it. They may not be friends but at least they can be friendly now, which is a good thing.
I found a few of my friends having lunch or getting an early start on their weekend and invited them to the party, having a quick glass of wine myself, then walked down the street to Duane’s and Mark’s office. It was a nice, sunny day and the forecast for the weekend was perfect, if maybe a little hot. Exactly right for the sexy weekend I had planned really, absolutely perfect.
The guys’ office is on the second floor of what was once a neighborhood apothecary and I helped them decorate it when they moved in, giving the place a real antiquey kind of ambiance. I like to think it gives their practice a very dignified look and presentation, though I think the guys don’t really care so much about their appearance, at least not nearly as much as they should. Some of those old law books are worth quite a bit of money actually, and it was a real pain getting such large and fine old desks up the narrow stairs without a lot of dents and dings.
Nobody cares about any of that on Fridays though. The place was deserted. Or at least I thought it was until I heard voices coming from Mark’s office. Now that was a little strange. If everyone was leaving early on a Friday, Mark would almost certainly be among the first out. He believes in starting the flow and would never be content to just go with it. So if the place was empty, what would Mark be doing here? Working late? No way.
Now, Duane is the much more responsible of the two, and can sometimes keep his brother focused on the work at hand when necessary. I expected to find them together going over some notes or something, and was really looking forward to some serious Afternoon Delight now!
But that wasn’t Duane in there with Mark at all. It was Heather! When I overheard what they were talking about I quietly pushed the door open just a little more so I could see better, and kept very quiet. Mark was being even smoother than usual at first, trying to talk his way between this sexy young girl’s legs. And Heather was dishing it right back at him. How sexy!
I think that kind of put Mark’s usually suave timing off a little. He seemed somewhat of sorts because Heather was such a willing participant in their sexy banter. I think he expected it to be a little more difficult. But it was hard to tell who was actually seducing whom, and I thought it just so funny watching this sexy young girl throw Mark for a loop like that.
There was the usual kind of lame sexual innuendo, the kind that people in the legal profession might share; all the talk about ‘briefs’ and ‘laying it all out for the jury’ and so forth. I almost laughed out loud when Heather said something about the ‘rules of discovery’ while playing with Mark’s cock through his pants. That was a new one.
But I didn’t want them to know I was there, so I kept it quiet and found a chair, quietly pulling it close to the door. I wanted to see this! Their sexy talk was getting to me a little, even if I had heard and participated in it all before, and I was already kind of charged up thinking about Afternoon Delight.
I idly played with my hardening nipples through my blouse and bra, listening to their every word. I thought I almost got caught because I gave a little gasp when I heard the jingle of a belt buckle and the sound of a zipper going straight down. But those two were paying no attention to anything but what they were doing, so I needn’t have worried. When they finally kissed I pinched my nipple a little and watched even more closely.
Seeing the cute little Heather going slowly to her knees and pulling Mark’s throbbing cock out of his pants was one of the sexiest things I had ever witnessed. I couldn’t hear her words as she smiled up at him, caressing her face with that big dick. But I heard his groan when she pushed his pants farther down his legs and slid her mouth over his balls, pulling them in one at a time.
And I heard her laughing quietly to herself as she slid her tongue up his long shaft, licking the pre-cum oozing from the shiny head. And then I heard her humming, or moaning softly to herself as she pulled that head into her sexy mouth and began sucking slowly.
Mark’s moan thankfully covered mine as I slipped a hand inside my blouse, caressing a hard nipple through a thin lace bra, teasing around it just as Heather’s silky tongue teased around Mark’s hard cock. She slipped a hand down her sexy body and eased it inside her own blouse too, just as I slipped mine inside my bra. I heard her moan a little to herself again as her lips began to slide down Mark’s shaft and her hand cupped her breast. I moaned quietly with her as I began to play a little more urgently.
This young girl looked so sexy as her other hand began to slowly pull her short skirt up from behind, not touching Mark at all now except with those full, sexy lips. Her hot mouth slid up and down that shiny cock as she pulled that skirt up off her tight bottom. Her lacy white panties barely covered any of that gorgeous little ass and her fingers were quickly inside them, sliding sensuously behind that white curtain toward a tight, wet pussy. I slid a warm hand to my thigh and up my own skirt, watching this sexy thing as she drove Mark absolutely wild with her hot mouth, bobbing up and down his length faster all the time.
Heather slid her hand down between her legs, inside her panties, as she took Mark’s long cock deep into her throat. She had to stretch her back and legs some, rising up a little to get that thing in her mouth so deeply. So I got a great view as she pulled her panties aside and slipped two long nails into her neatly shaved pussy. Such a sexy sight, watching a willing, wanton young girl playing with her tits and pussy, getting herself off while she sucked a hard, gorgeous cock.
She and I were moaning softly together now as she sucked up and down on Mark’s beautifully hard cock, playing brazenly with herself with both hands. I did the same, caressing my full breasts with one hand inside my bra and my other hand tickling my pussy through quickly dampening panties.
She began really getting into it too. Such a hot little slut, pushing her fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy as she sucked up and down on Mark’s delicious looking shaft faster and faster. I think she was cumming when I teased my fingers inside my panties and parted my wet lips. Her head was bobbing up and down quickly on Mark’s cock and her fingers were a blur between her legs, and she was moaning in time with her movements.
I imagine her other hand must have been busily sliding across both her full breasts, as mine was doing, but I couldn’t see that. I teased my pussy in time with her movements and spread my wet lips with hers, pushing my fingers in deeper as she sucked Mark off faster. This was one hot little slut, and I couldn’t wait to get to know her better! But I kept quiet and watched, getting wetter and wetter.
Mark was moaning, groaning, and straining not to cum. His hands were in her pretty auburn hair and his eyes were looking straight at the sky as she sucked his near bursting cock. I could tell this was one hot little cocksucker who was looking forward to a mouth full of hot cum. She bobbed faster and faster up and down on that throbbing cock, sucking harder, and I’m sure she was cumming when Mark pulled her off his cock and picked her up, turning them both around.
She groaned a little in disappointment, but not for long at all. Mark turned, picking her up and setting her on his desk, then quickly lowered himself between her knees, pulling her to the edge. Heather pulled her tiny panties to the side and teased her clit with her nails as Mark pushed his hot tongue inside her soaking wet pussy. She sighed, spreading her sweet thighs and lay back on the desk as Mark dove into her, and I sighed with her as my fingers moved faster in and out of my wet pussy too.
She lifted her legs and bent them at the knees after Mark pulled her panties off and pushed her skirt farther up her hips. She looked so sexy with her high heels in the air and a gorgeous guy licking up and down her wet slit. She groaned and twisted her fingers in his hair, pulling him into her wet pussy as I pressed my fingers over my hard clit.
I thought she might have seen me then, since I let a little moan out with hers. But she closed her eyes very tightly and came as hard as any girl I’d ever seen, twisting her hips up and down Mark’s sexy lips, fucking his face like a slut in heat. I came with her then, imaging it was me making her cum that way!
It’s a wonder both didn’t hear me as I pushed my fingers in and out of my soaking wet pussy, fingering my clit and cumming like one of Ginny Diamond’s sweet little hotties. But Heather was talking up a storm! No way would they hear me over that, so I kept fucking myself and cumming with her.
“Fuck yeah!” she was yelling. “Lick my pussy, Mark! Oh my God!” Her pants and near breathless words were getting closer and closer together. “ Do it, do it now! I’m cumming! Oh, fuck me, Mark!” She yelled and moaned, pulling Mark up her body. “Fuck me now! Gimme your big cock! Fuck me with it!”
What a sexy slut! I could hardly wait to get my hands on her myself and thought about busting in to join them. But I kept my hands to myself, busily playing with my pussy as Mark quickly got up and pushed his hard cock inside her with a loud grunt. His ass was tight and rock hard as he pushed his cock deep inside her and he rose up and down on the balls of his feet as he fucked in and out of her slowly, then much faster as they got used to it together. Heather moaned sexily with each deep thrust.
“Oh fuck yeah!” she sighed loudly, wrapping her sexy legs around Mark’s body as he pushed deep inside her and pulled all the way out. “Do me hard, Mark! Fuck me hard! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me like a slut!”
Mark smiled down at her and did. He pushed and pulled his big dick in and out of her as I pushed and pulled my long fingers in and out of myself. Faster and faster he plunged his big cock in and out of a screaming, writhing Heather, and my fingers kept time with him, in and out of my writhing pussy. Heather and I were cumming together when Mark pulled quickly out of her and turned her around spreading her sexy legs again, and gently bent her over the desk.
Heather knew just what was going on, the sly little thing, and eagerly bent over the desk, pushing paperwork aside. Then, spreading her wet pussy lips with long nails, she smiled mischievously over her shoulder and lifted that fine ass a little higher. She licked her lips sensuously, brushing some long, auburn hair out of her eyes and told Mark to fuck her.
“Hurry, Mark! Fuck me hard! It’s so big, Baby! I'm so fucking wet! Gimme all of it!”
This sexy young girl knows exactly what turns men on, and that turns her on too. You can tell by the way she likes to fuck, and I find that just sexy as Hell. I could hardly keep my eyes off her as she pulled her clit between a ‘V’ in her fingers and slid her other hand up her body, pulling at her breast. Mark slid in behind her, forcefully pushing his cock all the way inside her pussy, taking them both off the floor a second or two. He did it again and Heather squealed. He did it again and she groaned. He did it again and she screamed.
Heather screamed and yelled while Mark fucked in and out of her soaking wet pussy, his muscles straining, then relaxing with each deep thrust in and out. I matched Heather’s ‘V’ with my own fingers and pushed those of my other hand in and out of my dripping wet pussy faster and faster too, trying to keep up with them. Heather and I were cumming together again but she was the one who was yelling. She was the one panting and moaning. I was still being very quiet, but furiously fucking myself faster and faster.
Mark slid his hand up to Heather’s pretty face and she turned her head to face him, smiling as she backed up on him faster. He slid his fingers into her sexy mouth and she sucked on them like they were another cock, sliding her tongue around them first, then pulling them between her wet lips and going down on them. That made Mark and me both groan and he began fucking her faster as he pulled them out and slid them down her arched back.
Heather moaned again as Mark pushed deeply inside her and teased those wet fingers around her tight asshole. She began moving her own fingers around her clit as she wiggled her ass around Mark’s cock and around his fingers, encouraging him on. Her calf and thigh muscles were tight as string and she gripped harder at the desk with her other hand as she lifted up and down, riding Marks cock faster.
“Oh fuck yeah!” she panted between gasps, gripping the desk tightly. “Do my ass too! So good!” Mark slowly began pushing his finger inside this sweet girl’s tight little ass and slowed his pumping cock, concentrating. He was probably doing his best not to cum inside her just yet but Heather was having none of that.
“Fuck me faster, Mark! Make me cum! Fuck me hard!”
I teased one of my own wet fingers to my ass when Mark dutifully picked up his pace, slamming his cock inside this sexy girl’s pussy while his finger slid easily in and out of her gorgeous ass.
“Mmmmm...You wanna fuck my ass too, don’t ya, Baby?” Her voice was stretched, the words only able to come out between gasps. But they had their effect on Mark. And me, too. I don’t think Mark could speak at all, but I know what his answer would have been. I gently pushed a finger inside my own tight ass and kept watching, teasing my clit, imagining what it will be like when I finally get my hands on this sexy young thing.
“Ah, fuck yeah! Fuck!” she yelled as Mark pushed in especially deep and fast. “Oh! Next time you can fuck my ass, Baby! Oh! Just keep fucking me! Keep fucking me! I'm cumming, Baby! Fuck me!”
I knew Mark had had just about all he could take. His face was absolutely crimson and every muscle in his body was tight, straining to hold back his cum. I had to admire his restraint but I didn’t try to restrain myself at all. I pushed my fingers deep inside my pussy and inside my ass and pressed my clit with a thumb, cumming again and again. I almost missed it when Mark yelled out that he was going to cum.
“Oh! Let me suck it! Cum in my mouth, Mark! I wanna suck you’re cock! Gimme your cum!” I just knew she was a hot little cocksucker! Mark quickly pulled out of her and backed away a little. Heather gave a high, tiny squeak at that but was quick to turn around and go to her knees. I thought she saw me again since I was leaning almost all the way in the door now, but she had her mind on other things just then.
Mark’s cock was hard as I’d ever seen it, rising up and down with each beat of his thumping heart. It was shiny with Heather’s sweet juices and my mouth was literally watering for it. She reached out with a dainty hand and pulled that gorgeous thing to her hot, sweet mouth.
“Mmmm...delicious,” she whispered, licking and mouthing up and down that long, shiny shaft. “Pussy flavor,” she whispered again, wrapping her full lips around the head and pulling it in. Mark lost it then, and I watched fascinated as the hot cum raced up his shaft and shot into Heather’s sweet mouth. She moaned and I could see her cheeks puffing out a little as her mouth filled and she began swallowing that delicious stuff.
Her fingers raced between her legs and she teased her clit as Mark groaned and filled her mouth again. Heather frigged her clit frantically and I kept time with her, pressing mine, as she kept swallowing. She began moving her head up and down on Mark's pumping cock, sucking and swallowing every drop of the sweet cum he had for her. And he always has plenty, I’ve sucked his cock enough times to know.
Heather looked up and smiled, pulling Mark’s cock inside her mouth one final time, then slowly pulled it out, kissing up and down his length. She grinned wickedly and opened her mouth a little so Mark could see the cum she hadn’t swallowed yet. He groaned as she licked her shiny lips and swallowed slowly. Poor Mark leaned back against the desk before he fell over, totally speechless.
Heather rose gracefully, straightening her bra and blouse, smoothing down her tight skirt as she smiled. She found her panties and stuffed them into Mark’s jacket pocket, leaning up with a kiss. “Next time you can fuck my ass, Baby.” I barely heard the whisper as she tickled Mark’s earlobe with those talented lips of hers, then turned and swayed sexily toward the door. “Call me,” she added over her shoulder with a wink.
I couldn’t help watching as she walked slowly toward me, brushing some of that luxurious auburn hair out of her eyes, smiling inwardly to herself. She knew Mark’s eyes were absolutely riveted to her ass and she moved it rhythmically for him as she walked like she knew exactly how to keep them there. That’s just what she intended, the sly little vixen.
I had to move quickly or I’d be caught for sure this time. I hurried to put my chair back and straightened my clothes as I raced out of the office and down the stairs. I’d just turned at the door, pretending to have just come in, when Heather reached the steps. She smiled down as I smiled up. I couldn’t resist, and told her she looked a little flushed.
“Hard day at the office, Sweetie?”
“Oh, it was hard alright,” she joked to herself, smiling. “Nothing I couldn’t handle, though.” What a hot little slut! “You look a little flushed yourself," she added. "Everything okay?”
Oh yes, much more mature and knowing than the usual twenty-year-old. This had been the best Afternoon Delight ever, and I made positively sure she was coming to our party!
Maybe it’ll be one of Renee’s ‘special’ parties and we’ll all be invited! Until then, have fun!
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