Hot Chocolate With Cream

Winter survival training becomes the real thing. By m_storyman_x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Some years ago I took over as scoutmaster for a local troop of about fifteen guys. Over a three year period my troop grew from fifteen to over forty-five boys. With this came the need for leaders, and I was fortunate to have twelve active assistants, including two moms, one of them was Amy, the mother of my son’s best friend. Amy and my wife Nancy were best friends. Our sons were born within a few months of each other and both had a healthy desire to breastfeed. Nancy & Amy met at a mothers group and became friends. Our two sons were practically inseparable once they reached walking and talking age. As a result our two families spent much time and many activities together. Amy’s husband was, unfortunately, a deadbeat drunk, which resulted in me frequently being a “dad” figure to Chris. We even joked on occasions that Amy was my second wife, although not in “that” way. Not that I hadn’t had a few accidental peeks over the many years, but we respected the boundaries and that was that.Being a scout leader means that you frequently go on outings with boys, and this requires at least two leaders at all times. Amy was an active participant, believing that if her son wanted to go, she was willing to try it as well. This resulted in her attending many campouts and “high adventure” treks such as repelling, backpacking and canoeing. The boys had attended a number of winter campouts, and I had passed on a lot of my knowledge of winter camping and survival that I learned from my many winters as a kid in the northern part of the country, and my almost annual ice fishing trips into the northern wilderness of upper Minnesota and Wisconsin. Some of the boys wanted a more advanced taste, and we planned a winter trip to the Canadian high adventure camp. This trip would be complete with advanced classes on winter survival, such as how to trap food and deal with blizzard conditions. Getting leader training in the boy scouts is usually just a matter of finding or waiting for the right training class, and then going and getting certified. This kind of thing was regularly done for water training and such, but there were no training classes for winter survival or camping. After a number of calls to council headquarters, they agreed that my own personal certifications and experiences would allow me to create and teach a winter camping and survival class for leaders. The only problem now was how to conduct such a class in Missouri. The answer was to head up to Wisconsin during the early winter for training. A number of leaders enthusiastically agreed with the plan… that was until a few weeks before it was time to go and they realized they were going to have to slog through a foot or more of snow. In the end I had six male leaders and one female leader, Amy, besides myself that could go on the five day training trip. The trip started out normal enough. We left early in the morning for the nine hour drive, hitting the trail head just before dark. We had only planned on hiking in a mile or so the first day to make camp. It took a little while to get all our heavy clothing on and the trailer unpacked and everyone geared up, finally hiking out for our campsite just as the sun was hitting the tops of the trees. I wasn’t worried about light, the bright December moon was nearly full and already high in the sky as the sun slipped away. The guys, most of them in their late twenties to early thirties, tossed snow like a bunch of kids and had a great time for that first mile, slogging through foot deep powder in the crisp twenty degree air. It was an easy trek to find the site we selected, following the GPS right to the clearing in the heavy woods. This particular state park had a twisting twenty-eight mile loop trail that was off limits to snow-mobiles. In the summer it was a spectacular hike, with stream crossings and beautiful trees. We didn’t need to cook, having had dinner on the road, so we set about putting up camp and starting a fire. The first task was to find dry wood, and I showed the guys how to locate dry wood to start a fire with, by picking dead branches of the underside of pines and whittling the wet outer surface off. Before long we had plenty of dry kindling and I taught them how to build a fire pit that wouldn’t melt and put their fire out. With a fire now blazing away in the middle of our campsite, we all set to work putting up our tents. Being a large troop we have been pretty successful with equipment. This trip we were using brand new backpack tents, the trainees paired up in two’s, with one tent for myself and a separate tent for Amy. It would be a bit colder sleeping in the two man tent alone, but I was prepared for it and I hoped that Amy was as well. These new tents were nice units with two high tech carbon fiber poles that crossed in the middle, making a tube seven feet long and about four feet wide. It was about four feet high at the center as well. This was the first use and all of the teams were supposed to have put up their tent before we left, partly to make sure all the parts were there, but also to make sure you could set it up. I was hard at getting mine set up when I heard the most awful sound. Imagine the sound of branches snapping followed by paper ripping, followed by the frustrated howl of two grown men, immediately followed by a significant amount of foul language. That combination of sounds generally means trouble, and on a survival trip, it’s a sound you do not want to hear, and it was unfortunately the sound I did hear. Even though each tent had been set up once, this particular tent had a set of poles which had a small flaw in the high tech carbon fiber, and when bent, the pole fractured and turned into a knife, lancing through the thin nylon fabric like a hot knife through butter. This was not a good situation. “Well, what do we do now?” I asked the guys, pushing them to work out the choices and make a decision. “Well, we could triple up,” one of the pair with the trashed tent suggested. “You’re kidding right?” Came an almost immediate response from Tim, one of the older men. “You know how tight these are. Two man is being charitable, three is impossible.” “We could make them sleep in the snow,” Chris, a twenty something slender guy suggested. "Oh Thanks,” Mark, the other leader with the trashed tent replied. "Well, Amy and Mike have two tents, can they share?” Tim suggested. Amy and I looked at each other. It was the logical choice, and we had shared a tent a few times on family outings. One of these provided an accidental glimpse of her naked body. On that particular trip she was sitting naked on the air mattress in the second room of our large two room tent, facing the hanging divider, when the wind blew through the tent, pushing the bottom up enough for me to see her bare body from the chest down for several seconds. I got a second quick peek under the partition while she spread her legs to pull her swimsuit on. I was never sure if she knew or not. Part of me suspected that she did it on purpose because of how long it took her sitting there naked before the wind blew. We had never overtly done anything, and we didn’t want to ruin a friendship, so my ideas of her just stayed as fantasies, with the few accidental glimpses I had seen. “Yes, we can share,” Amy said, confirming what I was thinking. We’re adults and I’m sure we can respect each other’s privacy.” A couple of the younger guys elbowed each other clearly thinking that it would be an interesting arrangement. With that settled we went about finishing setting up camp. The guys and Amy wanted to stay up around the fire a while longer, but being tired from 9 hours of driving, I said my goodnights and headed into my tent. Now winter camping is different than regular camping. The coldest time of the day is when you’re sleeping. I had long ago taught all the boys that you sweat during the day, and at night that sweat will cool and you will be uncomfortably cold. For that reason I always carried a spare set of polypropylene long underwear, wool socks and a wool stocking cap to sleep in. I stripped out of my cold weather gear and crawled into the tent, pulling my boots off last. I rolled my coat for a pillow and put my nylon snow pants next to my boots at the door end of the tent before zipping closed. It was a cool few minutes, but I stripped naked and pulled my thermal ‘longjohn’ leggings on before sliding into the down mummy bag. Now I would be toasty warm all night. Amy woke me up when she crawled into the tent, landing on my feet. For a two man tent these were not a bad size, but then, backpack tents are always small. I didn’t stir as she moved off my legs and rolled onto her own sleeping bag, with her head positioned at the other end of the tent from mine. The bright moonlight filtered into the tent making it more than bright enough for me to see her as she spread her bag open to sit on the plush insides instead of the cold nylon outer covering. Her eyes must not have been fully adjusted to the light yet, after sitting and looking at the fire, and in some ways it looked comical to watch her feel around for things. She must have thought I was still asleep, because she didn’t make any attempt to cover herself as she peeled her layers off, ending up with her bare chest fully on display. Room was tight, and she lay down with her feet pointing toward my head as she pushed her pants down her legs, and tossed them to the end of the tent. Next came her long underwear. Using her feet and shoulders to lift her ass off the ground, she pushed them down her legs and then tucked her legs to her chest to be able to reach to pull the stretchy material the rest of the way off. This pulled her panties tight across her pussy, making my dick almost instantly hard. The last thing to go were her panties, which were interestingly brief. She lifted her ass again, and pushed them down her legs, pulling them up to her chest again to get them off her feet. From my position I had a wonderful, if brief view of her whole pussy exposed for me. If my dick wasn’t hard before, it felt like a steel rod now. Amy sat up on her sleeping bag, cross legged, and in the moonlight I could clearly see her nipples, hardened from the cool air, standing out on her firm tits. Even for having breast fed two kids, she had really nice tits. They were easily C cups, and had a bit of sag, but not nearly as much as my wife’s double D cups had. She felt around looking for her pj’s, and finally ended up on her hands and knees, digging in her clothes bag at the foot of the tent looking for them. Her knees were at least a foot apart, and I had a much longer view her pussy as she bent over, her tits nearly touching the sleeping bag as she rested on her elbows to see in the bag. Too soon for my liking, she found what she wanted and rolled over on her back. Just when I thought the show was over, she lifted her knees up to her chest again, causing her pussy to be fully exposed as she pulled the flannel pj’s onto her legs. I swore I could see a glisten of moisture on her lips before she straightened them to pull them up over her body. She sat up and her sexy tits disappeared as she pulled the almost skin tight top over her head and down her body. She moved around and slid into the sleeping bag, pulling the stocking cap down over her ears before curling up for the night. I tried hard to get my seriously hard dick to lay back down before falling asleep some time later. Morning came gray and overcast. I didn’t need to look outside to see that the sun should already have been up, but then the forecast was for light snow later in the day. I stretched my arms and legs slowly, inside the sleeping bag, waking my body from its curled position, not loving the idea of getting out of my warm cocoon and into the cold. I looked over and saw Amy’s eyes flutter and close again, so I was pretty sure she was starting to wake up. My morning woody became significantly harder as I remembered the show she had inadvertently given me the night before. The more I thought about it, the less sure I was that it was accidental. Either way, I decided I might as well return the favor. I unzipped my bag and pushed the material back so I was exposed to the cold air. I sat up, which had my head brushing the top of the tent and worked the top of my longjohns off. Without looking at her face, I lay back down and lifted my hips off the ground and slid my longjohns bottoms down to my ankles, letting my hard dick stick straight at the ceiling. I heard a short intake of breath, which told me she was indeed watching. I pulled one leg up to my chest, pointing the head of my dick straight at her face, while I pushed my longjohns down and my legs and pushed my wool sock off. Finally I pulled the other leg up, repeating the process and then set my clothes aside. I sat back up completely naked, with my dick pointing out at a forty five degree angle, and dug into the bottom of my sleeping bag for the clothes I stashed there the night before. I pretended to not find a sock, and turned around so my feet were pointed toward the head of my bed and dug around, laying on my side to give her a really good view. I finally pulled my missing sock out and then turned around again. I moved to my knees and bent in half to pull my thermal top on and then lay back down again. I found my underwear and pulled them up my legs to my butt before extending my legs again. The last thing I did before covering my dick with them was to wrap my hand around it and stroke it a few times. I really would have liked to jack off about then, but figured that would have been much too obvious. I lifted my butt off the ground and pulled my briefs up and then went to work on my thermal long johns. My final clothing was a pair of synthetic, insulated exercise pants and a wool sweatshirt. With all my thrashing around there was no way she wasn’t awake, but when I looked over her eyes were closed as if she was asleep. I could see her sleeping bag moving ever so slightly down around her waist. I could imagine what might be happening there. I pulled my snow pants on my legs and pushed my feet into my boots before unzipping the tent flap and sliding out. I pulled my pants up and my jacket on before zipping the tent closed. According to the thermometer I hung on the tent, it was a balmy twelve degrees. Amy crawled out of the tent about half an hour later, joining myself and the rest of the guys around the fire. Breakfast was dehydrated eggs with bacon flavor, hot cocoa and instant oatmeal, all made with fresh water from melted snow. I taught the guys how to make fresh water to put in their canteens by laying a piece of plastic in a depression in the snow and filling it with fresh snow and pouring hot water from the fire over it. With snow you didn’t have to purify it, unless of course it was yellow. I also made up my thermos of hot coco, which while being heavy, was well worth the weight. We broke down the camp and before heading down the trail we made last trips to the bathroom, one side of the trail for guys, the other for Amy. It was a nice day for a winter hike. We were scheduled for 10 miles, which the guys had thought was way to short when we started, but soon realized that walking through foot deep snow was a lot harder than hiking up a mountain trail. For my part I was defiantly going to be ready to quit when we hit our selected site, just past Johnson creek. We made the creek a bit past two, and stood looking at our camp site. The only thing keeping us from setting up camp was the fact that it was on the other side of the creek, and apparently the spring rains had washed out the footbridge. In the summer it was a simple task to hop from rock to rock or wade the foot deep water. This time of year it had been a very wet and warmer until last week’s wintery blast, so the creek was rushing three feet deep and about ten feet wide with liquid ice. There was a thin coat of ice all the way across, maybe a quarter inch or a bit more in thickness, and you could see the water rippling along below the layer. This was not ice that you crossed, not ever! Survival rule number one: In winter survival, you must stay dry and prevent hypothermia at all costs,” I learned this rule very early in life and because of this I always carried my gear and clothes in waterproof or at least water resistant packs or bags. Even so, I wasn’t about to try to wade across a three foot deep stream. I might try it in my winter weight gortex hikers if it was six inches deep, but not this. I sent the guys looking for a crossing point both up and down stream. They soon came back indicating they found a downed tree that had been used as a temporary bridge. I followed alone and looked it over. Aside from being slick with snow and ice, it looked sturdy enough. The guys crossed one by one until only Amy and I were left. As usual I was bringing up the rear. Amy stepped onto the log and was almost half way across when a chunk of the icy covering broke loose. Her foot shot out toward the water, and with the heavy backpack on there was no way she would ever recover her balance. I was already jumping feet first into the creek downstream of the point she was falling for before she hit the ice and broke through. The first danger in this is getting sucked under the ice and not being able to get up. I hoped that if I broke the ice enough with my own landing that we would avoid that fatal problem. I watched her go under as my boots hit the ice, fracturing it from shore to shore. I reached for her pack as the current started to carry her past, grabbing and pulling with every ounce of strength I had, pulling her back from under the still solid ice sheet that extended down stream. The cold water started working inside my snow pants and boots, burning like liquid fire where it touched my skin. I could only imagine how badly Amy was as I dragged her sputtering form toward the shore. The guys reached down and helped drag the two of us up the steep slope, water streaming off and out of our clothes. I had been fortunate, only getting wet up to my waist. Amy, on the other hand had been fully submersed, and her body was already reacting to the shock. She was semi-conscious at best, and curling into a fetal position her lips turning blue and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably. I immediately started shouting orders, designating three of the men to build a fire, two of them to get my tent set up and one, Mark; to pull Amy’s sleeping bag out and spread it out. I knew what needed to be done, and we didn’t have much time. I shucked my backpack and then went to work dragging Amy’s pack off her shaking body, tossing it aside as water poured out of every gap. I unzipped my pack and dumped the contents out, along with plenty of water. Fortunately nearly everything in my pack was in Ziploc style waterproof bags. It only took me a second to find what I needed, my camp towel. My next step was to start peeling her water logged outer clothing off with some assistance from Mark, water pouring from the pockets and sleeves as I pulled it off of her. “Mike. Her bag is full of water,”, Mark shouted as he pulled her bag out of its covering. "Ok Get mine then,” I responded as I continued to pull wet outer garments off of her, just tossing them into a heap in the snow. Mark went to work pulling out my bag and stretching it out in the snow. "Put her air mattress down on the snow and then put the sleeping bag on top of it,”, I said as I turned and pulled my own air mattress out and quickly unrolled it. Amy was in bad shape, and I could feel my own body ‘screaming’ about the ice water by losing the feeling in my feet. The human body prioritizes blood flow, and the feet are low priority. This was no time for modesty though. I continued to pull Amy’s clothing off until I was pulling the final layer from her body, leaving her naked on the air mattress. Mark tried not to stare, but he clearly couldn’t help himself as I toweled the excess moisture from her body and stop the acceleration of her loss of body heat. I then picked her unresponsive body up and moved her to my sleeping bag, stuffing her unceremoniously into it, zipping it closed behind her. With that done it was time to take care of myself. I started peeling off wet clothes while I gave Mark directions on what needed to be done, making him repeat back my directions. In order, · get the tents up, · get the fire going, · dry what you can over the fire, · be careful not to burn things, · make hot broth, · there’s emergency stuff in my red bag, and finally, · if I become unresponsive, call nine one one and · use my GPS to tell them where we are. The emergency teams would be several hours getting here and by then we would be either dead or recovering. With instructions given and being stripped down naked I wiped off the excess water off my own shivering body. I stepped back into my sopping wet boots and scooped Amy up in my arms, sleeping bag and all. "Bring that air mattress,” I commanded to Mark as I carried her toward the tent that had just been set up. I crawled into the tent with Amy in my arms and set her down. Pulling the air mattress in behind me I stretched her out as best I could and then unzipped the bag. The best thing now was to try to conserve some body heat and get some back into her. With nothing dry for her to wear this was the only thing I could think of to keep her alive. "Ok. Zip us in,” I said as I slid into the bag, trying to straighten her legs and arms out, so I could hold her face to face. Normally a mummy bag is a one person bag, but I tend to like mine roomy and thankfully got myself an oversized bag. I slid down into the bag and pulled her up over me, her cold skin almost painful to touch. "Ok Now go take care of what I told you to do,” I told Mark as I laid back and pulled her to my body, her face resting on my chest and breathing in air from inside the bag. That air would be slightly warmer and should help her. I held her for a long time, her body shaking controllably before I felt like I was making some progress. Her breathing became a bit less ragged and she moved her arms from across her chest between us to having them on my sides and pulling my body against hers. She was still shaking like an imbalanced washing machine, but now her bare chest was against mine, her hard nipples practically poking holes in my chest as she shook. She was still in serious danger, but I felt better about her condition, and my mind started to wander to the situation. Here I was, holding her naked in the same sleeping bag. Somehow when I stripped her down outside it had never occurred to me that I was touching her naked body, something that I might have fantasized about, but never done and never expected to have happen. At the time, my adrenalin was high and my survival training proved itself, as I kept an intense but controlled mindset during a critical emergency. I was able to give leadership guidance to others even as I was in danger for my own life. It was now hours later, and I was mentally decompressing and beginning to be more conscious of the current state I was in. Unfortunately, that line of thought also eventually woke up my previously shriveled dick, which all of a sudden realized that it was nestled into that little gap where her legs met the rest of her body, that ever-present target that was the entrance to all her most private places. Since it had been shrunken to its limit from the cold, as it started to grow once my own body temp recovered, it did so like a missile launching to space, straight into the crevasse of Amy’s groin. No matter how much I tried to "think” it to stop, the constant motion of her shivering kept massaging it and caressing the head. I finally gave up and let it have its way, allowing it to work its way up between her legs, the top of it pressing against her pussy. I had to admit that as I warmed up, my mind got more turned on. I had been rubbing her backside for the past hour, to help restore circulation to her body; But I found myself now gently stroking her ass as I lay there. As much as I really wanted to have sex with her, this was defiantly not the time or place. Her core temperature was still in a danger zone and her vital organs could shut down from the shock of hypothermia. I was broken from my thoughts by one of the guys bringing me a cup of hot beef broth and a spoon. I thanked him as he closed the door once again. I was sure I was going to pay hell with the guys forever for being naked with Amy. I rolled us on our sides, my dick still confined between her legs. I unzipped enough to get an arm out and gently spooned the hot liquid to her lips. It took a few small spoonfuls before her mostly frozen brain got the idea and let me put full spoonfuls of the warm liquid into her mouth. By the time I had fed her the whole cup of broth her constant shaking had reduced to sporadic shudders. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling back on top of me. After zipping us up, I pulled her slightly higher so I could get her face nearer the opening of the bag now. I relaxed as I realized I’d become flaccid by the distraction and colder air outside the bag. I was now exhausted and getting very drowsy. Then she moved her legs outward to spread on either side of mine, finally relaxing herself, somewhat. She nuzzled her face into my neck and I felt her breathing slowly change to the regular shallow breathing of sleep. Confident that she was going to be ok, allowed myself to drift off to sleep as well, with Amy still laying directly on top of me. I was dreaming that Amy was changing her clothes in the tent and she crawled over and pulled my sleeping bag open, and mounted me, slowly rocking her hips as she rode me. It was like a wonderful wet dream, until I realized that I wasn’t dreaming. My mind slowly pulled me to reality to find that Amy was still zippered tight into my bag with me, and my dick was now somehow buried fully into her. She was no longer cold, but her body was still recovering from shock. She seemed asleep, yet gently rocking her hips, driving her clit into the base of my cock as she nuzzled my neck. I honestly had no recollection of getting this started, but my body was way beyond rational thought. My hands squeezed her firm ass in time with her small rocking motions, the bag limiting how far she could move. Now that I was awakened, it felt like my dick was growing even larger inside her, and her motions were coming more urgent, grinding her pelvis into mine to rub her clit against my dick. I never really had a chance to hold back, my body having been too far stimulated in my sleep to get ahead of it. I pushed her ass down against my dick and with a grunt, started unloading shot after shot of cum into her pussy. This all happened withing seconds of waking up. The feeling of my cum surging into her or the feel of my dick twitching and jumping inside her or the extra contact of pressing her against my dick, or some combination, triggered her own orgasm. With a low groan she shivered all over, a much different shiver than before. I could feel her pussy contracting around my dick, milking it and squeezing the drops of cum from me as her fingers now gently stroked my sides where her arms lay. After several long minutes of our bodies twitching against each other, she sighed contentedly and drifting back off to sleep. I held her tight, not really sure what to think, and at the same time savoring how her soft body pressed against mine and how soft and warm her pussy was around my still partially hard dick. It was after dark when Mark woke me. “Mike,” He said shaking me softly. "Yeah,” I responded groggily. "We have most of the clothes and stuff dry and some food made. Do you want to eat?’ "Yeah, why don’t you bring us the stuff we were wearing.” “Is she going to be ok?” “Yeah. She’s just tired now. Her body heat is restored, but she’s been completely exhausted.” “Ok,” He said as he slid out of the tent, returning a few minutes later with a pile of fire warmed clothes. "Here you go.” “Thanks Mark,” I said as he slid out and zipped the door closed behind him. I gently unzipped the sleeping bag and rolled the two of us over on our sides. I started to move away but she pulled me back tighter to her. "No” she cooed groggily. “Easy Amy,” I whispered as I began pulling her arms from around me. She opened her eyes and I saw coherence slowly flood back into them. "Where am I”, she said. It was the first time I sensed that she was truly conscious, since falling into the water. “In the tent. You took a spill into the water,” I whispered. "I did?” she said, in shocked disbelief. “Uh huh.” “I don’t remember.” “I’m not surprised. You were suffering from severe hypothermia.” “How did I get out?” “I jumped in after you.” “Didn’t you get wet too?” “Yeah, but not as bad as you did. You were all the way under.” She just stared blankly at the roof of the tent for a minute, then slowly she shook her head. “I kind of remember now. I fell off a log and when I looked up I was looking through a window.” “Not a window, ice.” “How did I get out?” “I pulled you out.” “How did I get in here?” she asked as her mind slowly started to put all the pieces together. “I got us here.” “Why am I naked?” “I undressed both of us. All our clothes were soaked.” She looked down at both of our naked fronts and realized that we were in the same sleeping bag naked. “So you undressed me in here?” “Actually, no. Out there. There wasn’t any time for modesty, I’m sorry.” “So who saw me naked?” “Besides me? Just Mark. I stuffed you into my sleeping bag as soon as I got you dried off.” “Well, that must have been a thrill for both of you,” She said with a modest frown. "Actually we were just worried about keeping you alive,” I said as I slid out of the sleeping bag and dug through the clothes to find my long underwear and hers. I handed hers to her and then went about putting mine on. She observed my nakedness while I began dressing. "And getting into a sleeping bag naked with me was your idea?” “Yep. Only idea I could think of at the time. It’s actually standard protocol for wilderness survival. I didn’t figure you’d mind, given the other choice was you would have died within the hour.” “I suppose,” She said as she pulled her long underwear into the sleeping bag. "If you want some privacy, just wait a minute and I’ll go out,” I said quietly. "You didn’t,” she said. "Didn’t what?” “Have me close my eyes or anything before you got dressed.” “Nope, besides, nothing you haven’t seen before,” I said as I pulled my winter pants on over my long johns. "They have some food ready if you want some.” “Yes! Actually, I’m starved,” She said as she threw the sleeping bag open and began to pull on her long john top. Once she had her top and bottom on she crawled over to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you.” “For what?” “For everything,” She whispered in my ear before pulling back and staring into my eyes with admiration. "You’re welcome,” I answered simply as I helped her pull her now dry snow pants and coat on over her long johns. The last thing to put on was wool socks and then our boots, which were sitting just inside the tent. I crawled out of the tent and then helped her out, walking her over to the fire. The guys were more than happy to see both of us and they let out a big cheer, then made a great fuss over Amy, getting her food and hot cocoa. There was a lot of talk for the next couple hours about the whole incident, all of us working out the stress by talking about it. This was not a ruined leadership training course. The ‘hands-on’ impact of this crisis had served to train the team in a way that lectures alone could never have accomplished. One by one, each of the guys talked about how the crisis impacted him, and helped him understand winter survival skills. The men were all really sober-minded, knowing we all still had to get back out of the woods, the next day. When we had warmed by the fire and had our fill of food and had a chance to go to the bathroom, we moved Amy’s dried sleeping bag to my tent and I let her get in and settled before coming in to get ready for bed myself. I knew she was awake and watching me, which had a tendency to make me hard. I stripped down naked and then pulled on my sleep clothes before sliding into my sleeping bag and zipping closed. Amy flipped her bag so her she was laying with her head just inches from mine. "Mike,” She whispered. "Can I ask you a question?” “Sure,” I answered with a yawn. "Did we have sex earlier today?” I had dreaded this question. I really didn’t know what she remembered or figured out. To be honest, the whole sexual experience with Amy was similar to the wet dreams of my own teen years, when I’d awaken to my ejaculations. Those nocturnal emissions were, more often than not, a disappointing end of marvelous and explicit sex dreams. “Why do you ask?”, I replied. “You didn’t answer me,” She whispered. "But I’ll answer you first. I half remembered having sex. I’ve been very ‘out of it’, and my memory is still very cloudy, but I’m way to wet for it all to be just me having a sex dream.” “Well,” I whispered. "I was still very cold and shriveled when I fell asleep with you laying over me, and the next thing I knew I was buried very deep inside you and you were straddled & humping me. I have to admit that nature being what it is, I finished within seconds of awakening, even though I don’t know how it started.” “I wondered,” She whispered before falling silent. Several long minutes passed before she whispered again. "You know. I haven’t had sex for almost five years.” “I’m sorry.” There was silence for a while, then she asked me; “Well, if you were going to start something, how would you do it?” “Well, ” I whispered, stifling another yawn and a pause; “I always have really liked the way your tits look. I’d probably have started by kissing and sucking them.” “Always have?” she asked, raising her head. “Have you seen them before?” It seemed like I had stuck my foot into it this time. Time to fess up. “A few times.” “How many?” she asked, with intense interest. “Oh I don’t know. A few.” “Well, why don’t you tell me about them, if it’s only a few.” “You sure you want to know this?” I was now attempting to get out of talking about it. “Yeah, I do. I mean since I just now found out we just had sex, I guess it’s only fair to know what else you’ve seen.” “Well, first time I saw them was when you were breast feeding Em. I walked in on you accidently while you were changing your shirt after you leaked all over…” “I remember that. I’m not sure who was more startled.” “The next time was when we were at the lake. You remember, you were sharing the tent with us?” “Oh yeah. That summer, What? About six years ago? I forgot about that.” “Uh huh. You were sitting in the tent and the wind blew the divider up. I got to see your whole body while you were putting on your swimsuit.” “Yeah. Nancy had been telling me about how you were always trying to get into her pants when you’re outdoors. I got kind of turned on and I couldn’t resist flashing you.” “I wondered if it was on purpose,” I asked. "It was. When else,” she redirected, seeking to keep control of the inquiries. "A couple years ago, we were both changing into our swimsuits down at the swimming hole and I accidently watched you change.” “You ‘accidently’ watched,” she asked, with a disbelieving tone in her horny voice. "Well, I couldn’t help but watch, you looked so sexy striping out there in the woods.” “And you just stood there naked and watched?” “How did you know I was standing there naked? I didn’t say that.” Now I was using a disbelieving tone, with a healthy dose of horniness. “Well, I have to be honest… I saw you over there. I took as long as I could changing so you would have time to finish.” “Finish?” “Sure, you think I didn’t know you were jacking off over there,” she giggled. "You watched me?” Now we were both feeling guilty and ‘caught’. “Well, I couldn’t see what you were doing exactly, but I could tell by the way you were moving what you were doing. It kind of turned me on knowing that I turned you on enough to do that.” “Well, I was turned on, watching you. I didn’t know you liked watching me jack off.” “Oh, if you only knew,” she said whistling silently. "What does that mean,” I asked; sensing that she had more knowledge to reveal. "Well, you remember when Nancy was gone for a month last year?” “Yeah.” “Do you remember having to run out to the kitchen to pull your food out of the oven? I’d said that I’s just come over to use the computer after you came out of the bedroom?” “Yeah.” I said with an uneasy feeling. “Well, I was actually in the house already. I guess you didn’t hear me come in. I was sitting in your living room, in your chair on the computer when you came naked into the kitchen, your dick was hard and all shiny with lotion. You didn’t even see me before you ran back into the bedroom. I snuck down the hall until I could see your reflection in the bedroom mirror.” I did remember when she was talking about. I had just gotten done jacking off to a good video of a guy fucking a huge set of tits when she came over. “You watched?” “I not only watched, I pulled my panties down and had my skirt pulled up. I came the same time you did. God! I came so hard watching your cum spurting up in the air like that!” “I guess we watched each other a few times then.” “But I never let on. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” she said. “I guess so.” I said quietly. We lay there a long time silently thinking and looking at each other. To be continued. By m storyman x for Literotica

Hot female boss gives man the "okay' to fulfill his desires. by Alexis Peignoir. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was pouring with rain that evening when Evan walked into Gray's Pub and settled on a stool at the far end of the bar. His navy blue suit was tailored to fit his trim physique, and his jet black hair was smoothed back showing a cut jaw, deep charcoal eyes and olive skin. He’d loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first button on his white shirt, so he could breathe. The bartender, a short stubby man with a balding head, walked over and eyed the man carefully. "The same?" he asked. "Yea," Evan nodded. Seconds later, the bartender reappeared with a bottle of Heineken and poured the contents into a glass, then put the bottle down next to it and walked away. Evan picked up the glass and took a long swig, and let the cold brew slide down his throat. It had been a long day; too long as far as he was concerned. What mattered worse was that She was there, with her long blonde hair that fell down her back to her ass, an oval shaped face, full lips, and emerald green eyes that seem to pierce through his heart when she spoke to him causing him to mumble and sputter. Damn the woman was fine, as he took another gulp of beer, but she was the boss and there was an invisible "do not touch" aura about her. He needed the job so he didn't touch, but it was killing him. There were only so many times one could jerk off in the shower to dull the need that burned inside of him. He drank more of the beer and tried to focus on the basketball game on the big screen above the bar. Seeing Evan finish his beer, the bartender came over again to where Evan sat. "Ready for another one?" he asked. "Not yet," Evan began. "Rocky what is it about some women that drives a man crazy?" The bartender chuckled, "I don't know what it is, but its how I ended up married. You better watch it or the next thing you know, you'll be walking down the aisle. She was a real looker and I was blindsided. Now I'm working in this place to get away from her. If you ask me, it's all a trap." "I guess," Evan sighed. "So who is she?" "My boss," Evan moaned. "Damn son, you know how to pick them," Rocky exclaimed. "Yea, like I had a choice. I don't know what it is about her, but I get hard even when she walks by." "Well, either you tell her how you feel or get another job." "If I tell her how I feel, I'll have to get another job," Evan said. "I'll take that beer now." Rocky put another Heineken on the counter and Evan paid for the first and second one. "You want to start a tab?" Rocky asked. "No," Evan replied. "Ok, but it could be a long night," Rocky said. "It doesn't look like the rain isn't letting up any." "I want to be sober when I leave," Evan replied. After drinking the second beer, Rocky was right. The rain still hadn't stopped, but Evan didn't care. He pulled the collar up on his jacket and left the pub making a mad dash to his car where he started the engine, flipped on the wipers and left the pub heading down Ivy Street towards home. He passed through street light after street light until he came to a stop sign where along the curb was a car with its emergency lights flashing. On further inspection, he recognized the license plates. It was his boss's car, a silver Lexus which was almost as unattainable to him as his boss. He blew the horn and she rolled down the window. "My car won't start," his boss said. I don't have that problem when I look at you he said under his breath. "Did you call the tow truck?" he asked. "Yes, but they won't get here for a couple of hours," she replied. "My place is just up the road. Why don't you get in and we can wait there." Half expecting her to say she'd rather wait, she unexpectedly jumped out of her car and ran to his and climbed into the seat next to him. She looked frazzled and concerned, but she smelled great and he knew a cold shower would be forthcoming after she left. "I'm so glad you stopped," she said wiping her brow. "No problem, Miss Jensen. I was on my way home anyway." "You're always so polite Evan, Call me Jenna," she replied. "Okay, Jenna. Then we're off to my place." He couldn't believe she said that. Fifteen minutes later, Evan was escorting Jenna upstairs to his loft apartment. He flipped on the lights that illuminated the room and took her wet coat and hung it on the coat rack near the door. "Oh you have a balcony," Jenna said. "You can watch the sky from sitting anywhere in the room." He said nothing, but thought of the nights he stared at the sky, while thinking of her. "Can I get you some coffee, or a glass of wine or a beer?" he asked. "Wine would be fine," she said as she sat on the sofa. Evan quickly went to the refrigerator, pulled out the wine bottle that he had saved from the Christmas party the year before, and poured it into two glasses. When he returned to the living room, Jenna was sitting there with her shoes off, curled up on the sofa. She was still dressed in work clothes, a pencil style cream colored dress with a thin black belt. She always looked professional and distant during the day, but sitting on his sofa she gave off a vibe of vulnerability that he couldn't ignore, and when she looked up at him with her soulful green eyes, he was mesmerized. He gave her the glass of wine, and then sat next to her on the sofa. "So what were you doing out so late?" he asked. "Working as usual," she replied. "It seems that's all I do." "I would have thought you would have some rich guy waiting at home for you," he prodded. "I wish," she replied then turned to him. "Do you have someone?" "Nope! I guess I haven't found the right one," he lied. There was an uncomfortable silence between them as they drank their wine before Jenna spoke again slowly. "I've seen you looking at me," she said. "Do you think that I might be the right one?" Evan's heart sank. Busted! "You are a very beautiful woman. How could I not see that?" "And you are a very handsome man. Any woman could see that," she replied. The mutual admiration society is now in session. He thought to himself. "But I try not to mix business with pleasure. You are the boss and if things didn't work out, then I would probably lose my job, and I need my job." Jenna pensively ran her finger around the rim of her wine glass. "What if I told you; that you wouldn't lose your job, no matter what happened?" "Oh shit," he whispered under his breath. She was making it this difficult. Jenna stared at the wine in her glass, "Have you thought about being with me?" Jenna asked. Only about a gazillion times, he thought of saying. But then he said; "Well, um yes. Yes, I have." Jenna smiled, "That's good to know, because I've thought about doing it with you about a hundred times." Evan's cock jumped inside his pants, and he had to move and adjust himself, to relieve the uncomfortableness he felt. "Glad we agree on that," Evan said, and took a gulp of wine. "So where does that put us now?" "Well," Jenna began. "Don't you think we probably should do something about it?" Evan's cock stood at attention. Pussy alert, was the alarm code going off in his shorts. "Yes!", he exclaimed. He wasted no time. In the next few moments, his shirt and tie were off, as well as his pants, and was standing in front of her, in his boxer shorts, with his cock protruding through the slit. Jenna grabbed his cock with her hand and began to stroke it. He took long breaths, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, as her silken hand moved up and down on his throbbing cock. He leaned down and rubbed her breast beneath the dress. As if on cue, she stood and removed her dress revealing a chocolate brown camisole and chocolate brown bikini panties. "Hot chocolate with whipped cream," he said, stroking his cock as he watched her undress. "I'm glad that you like it," she whispered, coming towards him. He pulled at the panties with his free hand, and slid them down enough for Jenna to step out of them. "Not shaved?" he said smiling. "I like it natural," she said. "Me too," he said as he fingered her curls before inserting his fingers between her slit. She spread her legs to accommodate him and the wetness soaked his fingers. " Umm ," she cooed. "Let me stroke you more." Evan dropped his boxers and extended his cock to her. She grabbed and stroked it vigorously, until the pre-cum oozed from the head of it. She then swept it up with her finger and inserted it into her mouth. "Delicious. Salty and thick, she noted" She was driving him mad as he drew her to him, and kissed her where their tongues danced together. She wrapped her arms around his neck and his cock pressed against her belly; hard and thick. The pre-cum dripping over her belly. Instinctively he helped her slip out of her camisole, and pulled her panties down further so that she could step out of them. The smell of her musky sexual arousal wafted up to tantalize his nostrils. He grabbed her breast, kneading it with the palm of his hand before twisting the nipple between his finger and thumb. The nub hardened, as he leaned forward and licked it. Jenna cupped her breast to feed it to him, and he sucked on it, taking the nub deep into his mouth. His teeth nipped at it, and she threw her head back to absorb the electrical ecstatic sensation that shot down to her pussy, forcing it to ooze its juices. He slid his hand over his cock again and rubbed the head of it against her pussy in a circular motion then slid it between her legs, faux fucking her between her thighs. "I need it in me," she said, her voice low and breaking with excitement. Evan needed no further urging. He took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom where she laid on the bed facing him. He turned the lamp on to low, and gazed at her body in its stunning delicious perfectness. His hand was on his cock, as her hand slid down to her pussy, and began to move it in a circular motion. "You need to finish this," she cooed. "I need to cum with your cock inside me. I want to feel that hot cream going deep, to make me cum." Wild with passion, Evan knelt on the bed and spread her legs with his own. "If you want it deep," he said in a raspy voice. "Then roll over." She smiled up at him, "Oh yes baby. I needed to get pounded like that." Evan helped her to roll over, and slid his arm under her hips, pulling her to her knees. The entrance of her pussy was dripping, waiting for him to enter. He leaned forward and pulled at her nipple and squeezed it until she squealed with delight. Fuck. He had to give it to her before he exploded. He pushed his cock against her pussy rubbing it up and down on her clit, then drove inside of her and buried it deep within her swollen folds. "Yes!" Jenna cried. "Deeper! Go Deeper!" Evan didn't hesitate. He withdrew his cock and plowed into her again. With his hands holding her hips, his balls slapped against her ass as he did. There was nothing better than Jenna's pussy, he told himself, as he plunged into her again, and again. He leaned over and grabbed her breasts as he slid in and out of her and his cum began to rise up his shaft. He slid his hand back and fingered her clit, as his cock drove into her. She began to moan, slowly at first, but then loudly, begging him for more. "Keep going," she cried. "I'm almost there. Keep fucking me." Evan began to sweat. He was getting close, but he wanted her to cum first. Again, and again, he pounded her, until he heard her grunt and cry out. "I'm cumming! Yes! So good! So good! Keep fucking me!" she commanded. Evan drove his cock into her pussy until his own desire overcame him, and he climaxed. His cock spewed its white hot load into her, slowed, and then shot another load into her, filling every crease and fold. "You got it all baby," he growled, as the last of his cum emptied in her. Jenna held her position until she could feel Evan slide out from her, then laid flat and rolled to her back. Evan followed suit and collapsed next to her and draped his arm over her waist, both breathless and satisfied. They lay together quietly, enjoying each other, until Jenna's phone rang and she sighed. Reality was back. "It must be about my car," she murmured. Evan sat up and rested on his elbow, "Timing is everything." She found her phone in her purse, in the living room, and answered the call. A few minutes later she returned to Evan on the bed, and snuggled up to him. "Was it the tow truck?" he asked. "Yes. They're going to tow it to the garage. I left the door unlocked, and the keys on the seat." "You left your keys in the car" Evan asked. "Well did you really want to go get my car, at this time of night?" She asked. He chuckled to himself, "You had this all planned." She leaned over and kissed him, "I'm not the boss for nothing." The next day at work, Evan waited impatiently for Jenna to arrive. His office was near a window and he could see when her car pulled into the parking lot. A car did pull into her spot and Evan knew it was a rental, because her own car was in the garage. He watched her get out of the car and head towards the office building. Now came the awkward part. How would they act? How would she treat him? She said she wouldn't fire him, but what if she had a change of heart and kicked him to the curb? He wouldn't know until he saw her walk through the door and past the glass windows of his office.  He took a gulp of his coffee and nearly choked on it with anticipation. His nerves were on high alert and his heart thumped in his chest as the main door opened and Jenna walked in with an air of business and sensuality at the same time. She wore a black fitted suit and black heels. Her hair was perfectly combed and draped over her shoulders. Her smile was so inviting that it made him want jump out of his chair and rush to her, but he didn't because it would ruin everything. She nodded to him and he could feel his cock jump in his pants and when she walked by, her cadence made him groan as he adjusted his chair position to accommodate his erection pushing against the fabric of his pants. "Hot. Hot.....Hot. Hot chocolot," he murmured as his voice mimicked the sound of her footsteps, "with whipped cream and other delights." And as if she heard him, she turned, flipped her hair away from her face, pursed her lips and gave him an air kiss. Nope. I don't think I'm getting fired. She walked by and into the main office closing the door behind her. Another day had started and it was going to be a long one. Evan drained his coffee and sat back in his chair. This was going to be more difficult than he thought. How was he was supposed to work when all he could think of was grabbing her, clearing off her desk, and throwing her on it to fuck her. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Yep, it was going to be a long day. In fact, it was an arduous day. There were meetings and Evan had to sit there and watch Jenna as she conducted outlines and pointed out the objectives for the next month and what it would take to meet financial goals. Yes, he sat there and what she said went into one ear and out the other all the while he was undressing her in his mind. Shit! He had a hard on again and he shifted to relieve the pressure. At lunch, he wanted to ask her to eat with him, but decided against it. Everyone would see and either think that he was sucking up to her for a raise or they were romantically involved. It would be awkward and uncomfortable so he grabbed a sandwich from the cafeteria downstairs and sat down with a couple of buddies from the offices next to him. That's when Jenna walked in and stood in line at the counter and ordered her lunch. "Damn! That woman looks fine," said Chuck, the office accountant. Evan tried not to notice. "Yea, I thought of doing her myself, but she might have someone," said Dave from Receiving. Evan had the sudden desire to punch his friend in the face. "I bet she's good in bed," said Chuck, "You can't look that good and not know how to fuck." Evan shoved the rest of his roast beef sandwich into his mouth. "You're not saying much," said Dave, "You can't tell me you never thought of doing her." Evan's ego wanted to tell them all about their encounter, but if they knew and Jenna found out, he could see himself being kicked in the ass with a pointed black high heel right out the door. He couldn't risk it. "She's all right," he managed to say. "She's more than all right. You know, I might give it a shot anyway and ask her out," said Dave. Evan could feel his temperature rise and his face grow red. "I wouldn't do that. Could cost you," he began, "Jobs are hard to find for a one night stand." Dave backed off, "You're probably right. I can't take the chance." "Ok, I got to get back to work. Got to make some phone calls," Evan said as he finished his sandwich. "What's the hurry?" Chuck grinned, "Talking about the boss got you excited? "I got better things to do than ogle the boss," Evan mumbled. "I think you got a thing for her," Dave said. "No! I just want to keep my job. That's all," Evan quipped. "We all want to bang her and we all know she's the boss." "Just remember that," Evan said as he rose from his chair, "I gotta go." Evan could feel himself getting angrier. He stormed out the cafeteria and headed back to his office. This was ridiculous. He had no right to feel possessive. Jenna could do what she wanted. He had no hold on her. He entered his office and slammed the door behind him. He had to stop obsessing over her. He sat down in his chair and threw open a folder on his desk. Work. That's what he needed to do. Work! The afternoon was cruelling, but he forced himself to focus on his work and by the end of the afternoon he had calmed enough so that he didn't get an erection every time he thought of her. Then the door opened. "Hi baby," Jenna cooed, "Your place at seven?" "Sure," he said and he knew he was screwed. "I'm looking forward to it," she said and closed his door. The erection came back and he gave up, closed the folder on his desk, went home, and waited. Jenna arrived at 7pm exactly and he immediately answered the door when the doorbell rang to see her standing there. Jenna kissed him lightly on the lips, "I've missed you." In response, Evan wrapped his arm around Jenna's waist and pulled him to her, "You have no idea how much I've missed you." She could feel his engorged cock pressing against her abdomen. "I believe I can," she giggled. "So let's end our misery and do something about it," he whispered hoarsely. "And what do you have in mind," Jenna whispered back. "Let me show you," he said as he removed Jenna's coat and led her by the hand to the sofa. Jenna sat down on the sofa and leaned back. She wore a pair of form fitting jeans and a white buttoned down shirt with the first two buttons undone which was just enough to show her cleavage and a glimpse of a pink lace bra. Evan held her face with his hands and kissed her. Their tongues darting in each other's mouth engaging in an erotic dance fueling their desire then he slipped past her tongue and shoved his tongue down her throat. Jenna pushed him back, "I can't believe this." "Why? Because you like it so much?" Evan smiled. "No," she began slowly. "Then what?" "I thought that we would just have some fun. It was my understanding that it was what we both wanted." "It is," Evan said his cock throbbing in his pants. Jenna shook her head, "That kiss was more than just an erotic prelude to sex. That was passion." "So?" "Passion means there is something more." by Alexis Peignoir, for Literotica

Shagging a stranger while Trump talks success in politics & business. By Tx Tall Tales. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was a little delayed getting to the Convention Hall where he was going to speak, but my red VIP badge got me past the "velvet rope" down to the front 10 rows, which were looking pretty full. The hall was split up into a bunch of sections during the day, with low pipe & drape curtain panels used to separate the VIP purchase area from the hoi-poloi, and to make virtual rooms to one side and the other, as well as to create a backstage area. It was a business & leadership conference with speakers like Tony Robbins, Donald Trump, and a long list of others. One of the ushers waved me over, pointing to one of the few open seats left. I "excuse-me"d down to the spot, and wedged myself in between two attractive women, a blonde on my left and a brunette on my right. Because we were sitting in the rightmost section of the seats, the main podium was over to my left as well. As such you tended to sit turned in your seat a bit, for a more natural view, which placed the brunette "behind" me and the blonde in "front" of me. Now I'm not a little guy. Not huge, but my shoulders are a good bit wider than most. And at 220 lbs, I'm mostly muscle, though a good way from having 'abs of steel'. The biggest problem is I'm wide. W-I-D-E. Really wide in the shoulders with a 48 inch chest. My Hawaiian heritage. It makes for uncomfortable seating in coach-class on airplanes, and in places like this, where the chairs are locked together, and they're all made for 118 lb. weaklings, and little things, like the size 2 women on either side of me. A speaker was just finishing up, and when he went into pitch mode, I asked the blonde "How was he?" "I don't know, I just got here a minute ago too. I'm here for Trump." Let me get this out up front. I'm a horn-dog, with an addiction to women. I love blondes. "What are you here for? At the Motivational Expo, I mean," I asked her, surreptitiously taking in her pretty face, turned up nose, cute eyeglasses, and pinned up blonde hair. Her hands were free of any rings. "Mostly just hanging out," she told me. I thought it seemed kind of odd. It cost a couple of hundred bucks to 'hang-out' in the VIP section, less if you signed up early and were on the right mailing list. Maybe a $100. But still pricey for "hanging out." Even stranger was the way she was sitting. There was another pretty big black guy sitting on the other side of her, and he had all his materials from the day on the floor between his legs, forcing him to sit with his legs open. As soon as I sat down, she moved away from him, leaving a couple of inches gap, and scooted up right next to me, her side pressed against mine. Then she turned away and watched the stage. We were quiet for a bit, and I tried to start a conversation again. A glutton for punishment, I do this a lot. I like people. I like to talk to people. I guess I'm a bit of an extrovert sometimes. And in a setting like this, anybody could be a great networking contact. "What do you do?" I asked. She spoke softly, and I had to bend down to hear her. Damn, she smelled good too. "I own my own business, how about you?" she answered. "Some real-estate investment, some writing, a real-life job I wouldn't mind ditching. I'm thinking of getting into a gig like this - professional speaking." I told her. She patted me on the leg, a pretty friendly thing to do, I thought, then said, "Will you save my seat for me while I go take a smoke break?" "Absolutely. I wouldn't dream of letting anyone else sit next to me." I told her with my most charming boyish smile, which seldom works, but you can't fault a guy for trying. She patted me on the arm again, giving it a little squeeze, and then eased her way past me and out the row. She left her tote bag with all her materials, so I didn't think she was just blowing me off nicely. As she walked by, I took the time to check more of her out. Definitely a looker, with a light zip-up sweatshirt (unzipped) over a scoop-neck white tee, and a blue jean skirt that hugged her very pleasant looking hips. She had long slender legs that ended in ankle-high white socks and a pair of black canvas sneakers. Looked like Converse. I estimated her age in the early 20's. Yeah, I know, I'm a dirty old man, getting worked up over a girl 1/2 my age. Before I knew it, my blonde neighbor was returning. I sat back in my chair to let her by, and she sat back down, once again sidling right up next to me. I mean close contact. I have to tell you this was definitely new territory for me. I've known friendly women, and aggressive women, but this woman just seemed to like pressing against me. My mind was spinning trying to figure this out, it wasn't something in my known realm of experiences, and not to brag, but I have had my share. I had a choice of sitting with my arms crossed, and shoulders pulled in, or taking up half the seats on either side of me. But I could also turn a bit in the seat, and put my arm behind the seat to my side, which I did, especially easy since we were in the last VIP row, and there was an open space behind us with the barrier between us and the green-badgers. "Blondie" must have considered this some kind of invitation. She turned even more into me, and turned her head, resting it on my shoulder. She took several opportunities to pat me on the leg and arm again. I've read a few books on body behavior, and everything I know tells me this was a sign that I could be more forward, but I was still very hesitant. It seemed a spectacularly weird place to be hitting on a strange woman. But my little head was starting to wake up and do part of the thinking for me. The lights started to go down, implying the start of the next program. Blondie, whose name I still hadn't gotten, leaned forward to take off her sweat-jacket, revealing bare shoulders, and a nice pair of breasts, if on the smallish side. She patted me on the leg again, her hand lingering, and she gave a squeeze. "This should be good to hear," she admitted. She was turned a bit in her seat, facing the podium and leaning into me, fully half her weight pressed against me. I could smell the baby-powder she'd used early in the day, and the slight hint of where the long day of sitting in cramped quarters was finally winning the battle against her deodorant. The smell of her was getting me even hotter, it was going to be hard to pay attention to Trump. He'd better be good. I was able to look over her shoulder, and had a pretty good view into her shirt. I'm not a giant at 6'1", but I have a long torso, and when seated I tend to be a head above those around me. It gave for a great vantage point to look her over. Not a lot of cleavage, but I could clearly see her red bra, which had a big red flower, better than an inch across, right where the cup met the strap. The show helpers were walking down the aisle, passing out signs for us. These read "Trump for President", the ones that we got, at least. There were other ones being passed around, one said "You're FIRED", and there was at least one other one. My pretty blonde neighbor took out a marker and started writing on her sign. She wrote "Divorced" over TRUMP, and "Is So" between the words TRUMP and For. Then she wrote "Cool" between For and President. I wasn't sure what that message was. "He is divorced, right?" She asked me, again patting my leg. My leg was beginning to really like that, as my little head reminded me. "Twice. Ivana, and Marla Maples. He's married again since then." I told her. "I don't watch much TV." She said, putting down her pen, holding her sign in her lap, and resting her near hand on my knee. I was really confused. Was she just friendly? Was she coming on to me? What was going on? "She wants you," the little head told me, encouraging my addiction. "Don't be such a pussy!" She reached up to loosen her hair, and took the bun out. She started to twist it back up, and my little head spoke aloud for the first time, putting words in my mouth. "Leave your hair down," I told her softly. It's something that's worked for me before in the pursuit of females. I've found that if they're interested, they often like a bit of harmless dominance. You know, some silly little comment that you expect them to obey. If they do, you're often on your way to success. She hesitated, with both hands over her head, her hair half twisted, and an elastic in her other hand. She slowly let her hair back down, and dropped the elastic into her tote bag, then shook her hair out. At this point the president of the Learning Annex came on stage to announce that The Donald was in the building, and we started a chant of Trump, Trump, Trump, led by the show workers on stage, a bevy of about a dozen typical Dallas beauties, and a couple of guys. Donald Trump came on stage to lights and explosions, and thousands of gold foil rectangles burst out over the audience, and trickled down while Donald took his place at the podium. While the clapping continued the gold streamers fell among us, and one landed in her hair. I reached over and plucked it out, handing it to her, and then stroked her hair back into place. It didn't need the stroking, but I did. Unlike the other speakers who wanted you to stand through his whole bit, Trump told us all to sit. Then he started talking about how the show people knew how to "Feed his addiction", and he asked the guys to leave the stage, leaving all the pretty girls behind him. I immediately knew that The Donald and I were kindred souls, sharing that common addiction. Blondie was sitting leaning against me once more, her right arm casually laid across my left leg, her hand dangling between my legs, near my knees. My partner in crime between my legs was fully awake now, uncomfortably so, looking to stretch out. Donald was talking about the beautiful women of Dallas, getting lots of cheers from the audience, including from the girls beside me. He went on to say he hated makeup, but when the makeup girl here asked if he needed any, how could he say no? He then called her out on stage, and a gorgeous latino girl with the classic Plano, store bought breasts walked out on stage and he called her over, looking for a hug. Damn, I was jealous. The man had game. I'm sure a few Billion in the bank didn't hurt. Then he pointed out another pretty woman in the front row holding up his book. She stood up and he invited her on stage. I'd sat behind this girl the day before, a six foot tall Amazon, just graduated from college. She had long very blonde hair, and was a stunner. He kept her on stage, while she asked some silly self-serving question, and he commented again how beautiful our women were, and complained that he was being setup, everyone here know of his "addiction." Again he got laughs and cheers from the crowd. He kept her up there for a couple of minutes, hugged her and whispered to her (a hotel room number, maybe?), then she went off stage, but not back to her seat. "It's a good thing he can't see you." I told my blonde friend softly. "You'd never get off stage." She giggled and turned her face a bit to me. "You think so?" I looked down at her open neck, and saw one of the gold streamers had fallen against her skin. Not quite in her cleavage, but under her neck. I reached forward, brazenly, and slowly lifted it free, letting the heal of my hand rest on her breast for just a moment. I held out the piece of gold foil for her, which she took in her left hand, her other still lying comfortable across my leg. She dropped it in her tote bag. "Absolutely," I told her. The lights were down, and Donald was starting to tell his stories. They were pretty interesting, giving us a little of his history. My new found fantasy was still leaning into me, comfortably with her head on my shoulder. Her hand on my leg was idly drawing little circles on my inside thigh, just above my knee, and I was uncomfortably hard. I was turned, my arm behind the seats, just hanging down. I brought it up to rest on the back of her chair, my hand softly touching her bare shoulder. She didn't flinch or turn away. Donald was talking politics a bit and mentioned getting in trouble for using Condi Rice and "bitch" in the same sentence. He went on to talk about how he wasn't calling her a bitch, just the opposite. He wanted a hard-boiled negotiator, someone who looked polished and professional but could be a bitch when needed. He didn't think that Condi had it in her. When he talked about professional appearance, he pointed out the suits that many were wearing, and the professional looking women down in front. My little head took completely over again. I reached across and my fingers, with almost a life of their own, slipped into the edge of her shirt, giving a little tug on her bright red bra, underneath her demure white shirt. I held the red rose in my fingers, and teased her. "Professional dress?" "Bitch in the boardroom, devil in the bedroom," she answered, giving my leg a squeeze. I tucked the bra-strap away, letting my thumb graze her cleavage, expecting to get shot down any moment. Instead her hand slid half-way up my leg, only a couple of inches away from the jackpot. Donald started into his diatribe against that "awful ugly creature, the ugliest thing on TV, physically and mentally," none other then Rosie. "She could never have come from Dallas." In the meantime my blood was boiling. I opened my legs a hair, pressing against hers, and I let my arm far arm cross hers in my lap, applying light pressure to get her to slide up further on my leg. I was holding the sign we'd been given, effectively hiding my lap, and her hand slowly gave under the slight pressure, easing up my leg, until her hand was resting against my balls, and my hard-on pressing against her wrist. "You're enjoying the show," she said softly, without turning her head. Then she gave her hand a little twist and cupped my balls, giving a gentle squeeze. I slid my hand on the back of the seat under her hair, cupping her neck, and massaging gently. I couldn't resist this amazing vixen. I leaned in, right to her ear. "I've got to have you. It's killing me." She turned to look at me. "I really wanted to hear Donald," she said, but her hand stroked my hardness. I reached down and took her hand off my crotch, (blasphemy!), and stood, her hand in mine. I pulled her to her feet. "You'll hear him." Then I walked out of that row, glad that I was wearing an untucked Hawaiian shirt, which partially hid my state. She followed along, her hand moist in mine. My mind was running a mile a minute. I thought I had a great chance to do something with this girl, but where? How? I looked over the area we were in, debated trying to get behind the large ‘pipe & drape’ curtains that separated the stage and the area behind it from the rest of the room. The main entrance was filled almost to capacity with people standing and watching. However the opposite end of the hall from the main entrance was in complete dark. It had been used as part of the registration from some of the classes, and was now shut down, with a rope preventing the back, general admission area from passing through. However on the VIP side of the ropes, there was a space to enter that area. And I decided to give it a shot. All this ran through my mind during the few seconds it took to scoot past the half-dozen people in our row. I walked confidently past the workers, all eyes on Trump, and out of the immediate Keynote area, past the pipe& drape partitions, into a large dark space, somewhat broken up by tables and barriers. I gave the beautiful target of my lust a little tug past me, then turned, moved a folding chair further into the area, I looked the space over. Now we were in a closed section, almost a long narrow room. On one side, away from Donald was a large dark open space, empty now. On the other side, maybe 5 feet from the pipe & drape’ was the end of the chairs in the back of the Keynote hall. Thousands of people listening to Trump, hundreds of them cheering and clapping just a couple of yards away from us. My heart was pounding. My crotch was aching, and I could barely believe the audacity I had displayed in bringing this complete stranger into this semi-private space. She stood there waiting just a couple of feet from the lone chair. I approached her. I took her by the shoulders and turned her to face the stage, hidden from us. I stood behind her and whispered, "Can you hear him ok?" "Just fine," she answered, huskily, leaning back into me. I let my hands slide down her arms then reached around and took her breasts in my hands, cupping them, squeezing softly. I leaned in and kissed her neck, working up to her ear, where I nibbled on her ear lobe, my lips pressing against her two stud earrings. Her hands slid behind her back, and met at my crotch, rubbing me, while her head tilted to one side, giving me better access. I kissed and nuzzled her neck and chin, then slid around her, regretfully moving away from her hands. I stood in front of her, tilted her chin up, and kissed her. The crowd burst into cheers and I got goose bumps. She kissed me desperately, fiercely, her arms wrapping around me. I let my hands drop down to her firm, round ass, and pulled her hard against me. She ground her crotch against mine, while our tongues tangled. I had to break free eventually. As sweet as she was to kiss, I needed more. Much more. I pulled the chair around, facing away from us, and put her hands on the back of it, with her still facing the stage. I slid around her, my hands wandering all over her body, and then when I was directly behind her, I slid my hands down her thighs, and slowly brought them upwards. I lifted her tight skirt higher and higher, encountering a little resistance as they cleared the fullest part of her butt, exposing red bikini underwear, an obvious match to her bra. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and I leaned into her, again nuzzling her neck, while my hands caressed below her waist, first through the lacy red cloth, and then sliding inside, exploring her soft flesh. She was bent over just a bit, so she could hold onto the back of that chair, pushing her ass back towards me. I backed away, dropping to my knees, and slowly slid her underwear down her legs, kissing that sweet, white ass. This was a big deal. I thought I noticed some reluctance from her, and she trembled a bit, but seemed to settle down. This was really happening! She had a bit of a tan, not heavy, and her tan line was an irresistible attraction. I traced it with my tongue, from the outside of her hip across her ass, and down between her legs. She stepped out of her underwear, then opened her legs wider, bending low, resting her hands on the seat of the chair. It gave me greater access, and I continued the tongue bath, between her cheeks, past the cute little pucker of her ass, until my tongue could just curl up a bit and enter the bottom of her wet pussy. Her smell was strong, and devastating, and I grabbed her cheeks, spread them wider and licked and sucked her bare nether-lips tasting this stranger, and enjoying the action immensely. I had her trembling. Driving my tongue as far into her as possible, I tongue-fucked her repeatedly, while massaging her ass cheeks. Then I replaced my tongue with my finger, reaching inside her, rubbing the silken inner walls. One finger slowly became two, while I kissed and nibbled on her smooth butt cheeks. A third finger entered her, the going tight now, and my other hand pulled her ass cheek to the side so I could lick her moist bunghole. Her right hand slid back, and pulled her other cheek wide, opening herself up for me. While my fingers slid in and out of her steaming hole, my teasing tongue worried her rear, pushing at that brown puckered hole, until I could just work it's way in a bit, curling it and pushing hard, my tongue tip sliding into her ass repeatedly. While I familiarized myself with her sweet (and tangy) privates, the talk continued, and rounds of clapping and cheering just egged me on. I could feel her legs trembling, and then her butthole squeezed tight on my tongue and her pussy clamped down on my fingers, milking them in waves, while her juices flowed freely down my palm and the back of my hand. I wiggled my fingers inside her, until she loosened up a bit, and then I turned my hand, so my fingers could face forward. I removed one finger, and then pressed forward hard, searching for her G-spot while my thumb reached forward sliding through the sparse hair to find it's way onto her love button. I rubbed firmly and as she responded, pushing against my hand, I drove my tongue into her ass as far as I could, wiggling my chin as I went, and working a good inch or so into her. This time she almost collapsed, her knees buckling, and pulling her ass off my tongue. She gasped, but the sound was a whisper compared to the heavily amplified voice of The Donald regaling us with how he liked losers, because they made him feel so good. My hand was soaked in her juices which ran freely down the inside of her thighs. I leaned in between her legs, and licked her clean, up both thighs. I finally released her pussy, and stood back, looking at this pretty blonde stranger, bent over in front of me, her ass looking delicious, and the red swollen lips of her pussy calling out their siren song. I unbuckled my belt and slid my pants down, taking my boxers with them. I lowered them enough to free myself, my rock hard mast pointing towards it's desired goal. She never turned around to look at me, instead just waiting, hips thrust out. Shaft in hand, I shuffled towards her again, and slid the head of my cock between her lips, and with a nudge of my hips, pushed the head just inside of her. I was in heaven. Still holding onto my rod, I rubbed the head in and out, all over her swollen pussy, occasionally pushing an inch or so inside of her, but never really entering her completely. She started pushing back at me when I would get the head inside her steamy opening, and I finally fulfilled both our wishes, pushing my cock inexorably inside of her until I was buried to the hilt. I reached around her, inside of her shirt, and started playing with her breasts. My exploring fingers discovered a front latch and I popped it, allowing my hands unfettered access to her sweet little breasts, not much more than a handful, with hard little nipples that spoke volumes for her aroused state. My hips started in, slowly fucking her, while my hands played with her breasts, tugging on those unseen nipples. I was about as big and hard as I get. I'm not huge, but a bit above average in length, and very thick. Sometimes it takes a bit of work to get my full length buried inside some tight young twat, but this pretty blonde had no trouble accommodating my full length and thickness. I let go of her breasts and grabbed her hips, fucking her harder, giving long, full strokes that she eagerly accepted and pushed back against. I was feeling incredible, hard and ready, enjoying the sensation of being buried in this hot little tart, yet feeling no urgent compulsion to come. My legs were tiring a bit, having to stay bent a bit to work her over, and contained in my half dropped pants. I imagined hers were getting a bit tired as well. Between the oral attention and the protracted fucking, she'd probably been bent over, on her feet for more than 20 minutes. But The Donald was scheduled to speak for an hour and a half, and he was just warming up, as was I. I pulled out of her, and hitching my pants up with one hand, I walked in front of her. I stood her up, and kissed her again, pulling her naked crotch against mine. Then I turned the chair around and sat on it, facing her, my pants dropping to my ankles. I leaned back, holding my cock upright, and waited for her. She gave me a look, almost as if she was going to call me on my brazenness. With a devilish smile she stepped forward and straddled me, slowly lowering herself onto my ready pole. She reached down and opened herself up, spreading her lips and once I was positioned just right, sliding down my length. God, it felt good. I put my trust into the sturdiness of the heavy duty folding chair, and used my hands to lift her ass up and down, slowly screwing her with about half my length. She leaned in and started kissing me again, all over my face and neck, then covering my mouth with hers. We stopped moving, our bodies merged, and our lips and tongues explored each other's mouths for an eternity, while Trump talked about seizing opportunities. I would have made him proud. I lost myself in that kiss, and slowly coming out of it found her rocking up and down on my cock, tugging at it with her pussy, her muscles down there teasing me, squeezing me, begging me to give her more. My young blonde entrepreneur stood up, and then knelt before me and lowered her face to my lap. I spread my legs invitingly, while looking down at the ground. I was glad we were on a carpeted runner. Purely selfish reasons. I knew it would be more comfortable on her knees, meaning this might last more than just a few seconds. I needn't have worried. She was teasing in her oral, caressing, kissing, licking, blowing softly, but avoiding taking me into her mouth. She was a consummate tease. She must have spent five minutes at this before she rose up high on her knees, placed her mouth directly above me, and slowly pushed down, her mouth spread wide, as she took the better part of my hard-on into her mouth. She had a small mouth, and my thickness filled her. She looked so sexy, her head slowly bobbing up and down, while her hand's index finger and thumb created a ring half-way around my shaft, stroking me in counterpoint to her lips. She was still wearing her rectangular 'Lennon' type glasses, and she peered at me over the top of them. I was tensing up. This was feeling, and looking, too good. I could feel a load building up in my balls, begging for release. My seminar goddess slowly, teasingly, pulled her head off my cock. She kept stroking me, using all her fingers, and moving a little faster. She straightened up and pulled my face forward to hers. She kissed me, sweetly this time, lovingly. Then she leaned in and whispered to me, but I couldn't hear it for the noise, which had just exploded in response to some comment of Trumps. I gave her a quizzical look and she smiled. "Come in my mouth," she said louder this time, smiling for me. Taking my astounded look for consent, she went back to blowing me, sucking me aggressively, fucking her face on my cock. I didn't need any more encouragement, and before the next burst of applause could die down, I was exploding. I felt my cum shoot powerfully, and she pulled her head back, until just the head was buried between those carefully made-up lips. Her hand stroked my cock, milking out the shots. I felt her gag a bit, but gamely she continued, swallowing a load, while still taking all I had to give her. I don't know how much I came, put it was harder and longer than I could remember for ages. I don't come like a porn star, especially not at my age, but this hearkened back to when I was in my early twenties, at the peak of my game. When I finally pumped out the last, she squeezed out every drop she could with her hands, stroking me firmly from the base, up. Then she eased her pretty face off my cock. She smiled, and climbed into my lap. She leaned forward, and her face just inches from mine, she opened her mouth to show a small white puddle on her teasing, talented tongue. Her eyes sparkled, and she waited, obviously intent on the sound of the crowd. After a few seconds, to a sprinkle of applause, she closed her mouth, smiled and swallowed. Once the applause died down, she opened her mouth and showed me the moist emptiness. She leaned in and uttered one word, "Yummy." Then she took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, while the taste of my own ejaculate was carved into my taste buds. When she was satisfied, she pulled her lips off mine. "Is there more?" she asked, giving a telling nod and glance down into our laps. "Absolutely," I told her firmly. I eased her out of my lap, and stood her up. I then stood and turned her around to sit in the seat I had just vacated. She scooted her rear right up to the edge of the chair, lifted her legs high, and pulled her knees back almost to her armpits, reaching her arms around, and pulling them in tight. She was wickedly exposed, and I could see her pussy really clearly for the first time. She had a bikini trim, waxed clean up to the top of her little clit that was peaking out at me. A soft, short fur grew upwards in a little triangle, the outsides of which were encompassed by a bright white bikini line, almost an inch of bare white flesh framing her blonde bush. Damn, the only true blonde in Dallas. At 45 years old, I've been eating bush for more than 30 years, and I put everything I knew into pleasuring this gift from God. I ate her until my lips and tongue grew numb, and I felt her come several times, filling my mouth with her liquid mana. With my neck and mouth aching, I finally pulled away from her, and felt that my own stiffness had returned, a delightful surprise. I usually take a good while to return to action. I wasn't as hard as I'd like, but easily hard enough to try for some more. I stood, my rampant cock proclaiming it's willingness, and squatting a bit awkwardly, I fed my cock into her. While I'd eaten her, her legs had rested on my shoulders much of the time, but once again she pulled them back, her calves against her ears. She was flexible, and looked incredible. Some gym, somewhere, was doing it's job admirably. I reached around her, grasping the top edges of the chair, and by spreading my legs and extending them, I found a position that was moderately comfortable. Pushing in firmly all the way to the root, I plumbed her depths with short, slow strokes, concentrating on the incredible feeling of fucking this total stranger. The intensity of the action was returning the steel to my rod, and it wasn't long before my staff was at full mast, and my stroked lengthened until I could pull all the way out, and re-enter without any help from a willing hand. We stank of sex, and I could smell it clearly. I wondered how far the smell reached. The screwing was noisy as well, a squishy sound, interrupted with the slapping of flesh on flesh. And my amazing blonde was no longer as quiet as she'd been, talking to me while I fucked her, in words that would have shocked her mother. But the cacophony of thousands of people, listening and responding to the heavily amplified words of Mr. Trump gave a great cover, and the heavy air conditioning, blowing cold on my back from the ceiling 30 feet above, seemed up to the task of keeping our illicit tryst under wraps. I fucked her harder and faster, my balls slapping against her ass, as I punished that stretched pussy which had responded so well to my ministrations so far. She came hard, with her ankles on my shoulders, and she grabbed my head, fists buried in my hair, and pulled my face down to hers, gasping, "fuck, fuck, fuck," as she stared almost frighteningly into my eyes. Her legs tightened up, and almost pushed me off of her. As she relaxed, she let go of my hair, and pushed on my chest, moving me away. "I've got to change position," she told me softly, then kissed me warmly before kneeling on the padded seat of the chair, and bending over the back of it. She looked back at me, and smiled. "Enjoy!" Damn. What a woman. It looked so good, I had to taste her again. I just licked her easily, then played with her ass a bit, sucking and tonguing her there, before I stood up and went for the gold. Her ass was the perfect height, and although it took a little work to get my meat back into her bright red pussy, the added friction of having her legs together was incredible. It started out as a long leisurely fuck, while I listened to the words of Trump for the first time in over an hour. I pumped her thoroughly, my entire length enjoying the full extent of her fleshy well. I grabbed her skirt, still hoisted around her waist, and used it for leverage, fucking her harder and harder until the chair started crawling across the floor. I got a perverse joy in fucking her about four feet across that space until her face was only about a foot from where the walls met at the end, and we could see through the gap. By shifting just a bit, we could see The Donald holding court at his podium. I licked my thumb and slowly worked it into her ass. She was tight, as I'd expected, but it was fun to watch my cock piercing her, and her little butt hole opening up to my ministrations. I was getting ready to come again, a pleasant surprise in itself, but I didn't know what to do. Should I finish in her? Pull out and come on her? I had to do something soon. I did the only sensible thing. I stopped and leaned forward, speaking into her ear, pretty loudly to overcome the noise of the crowd, as Donald had just announced he was ready to take questions, and a swarm of people started gathering into two lines to wait for a chance to beg of his knowledge. "I'm going to come soon," I told her, holding very still, to avoid coming right then and there, potentially in a very dangerous place. She wiggled her hips. "It's safe." It was all I needed. Before the first question was out of some busty woman's mouth, I was creaming my gorgeous blonde CEO’s insides, squirting several times into her unbelievably accommodating pussy. Buried as deeply as possible, I stood shaking, squeezing the last of my juices out inside of her. I pulled out, my cock red and sore. I couldn't remember the last time I'd gone on that long fucking and sucking. I was suddenly very conscious of the fact that I'd fucked this total stranger without a condom, and was feeling worrisome about it. Of course it wasn't until after the fact that I showed even a modicum of sense about that. I retrieved our clothing from the floor, passing her the red panties (which would have looked silly on me) and put on my boxers and pants, over my sticky wet cock, before sitting on the chair and lacing on my shoes. I looked up and she was standing before me, with an enigmatic little smile twisting those sensuous, pleasure giving lips. I stood and she flowed into my arms for just a moment giving me a hug. "That was fantastic," she told me. "Oh no," I laughed loudly. "It was much better than that. I'm sorry if you missed anything The Donald said." She pulled my face down to hers and kissed me again. Tenderly this time. Then she pulled away. "I have to go back. I told Wallace I'd meet him at the back after Trump was done." I let go of her, giving her ass one last squeeze, then pushed the cloth divider out of the way. I made sure my VIP pass was facing forward, and walked back into the crush of moving people. I never bothered looking to see if there were any astonished faces glancing our way. My blonde bombshell walked past me back to our seats. She walked behind the seats, leaned over, giving me one last look at that incredible butt, easily her best feature, and grabbed her tote bag. Then she walked away, never looking back, while the audience continued to pepper Trump with questions. I don't know why she behaved as she did when I sat next to her. Leaning against me, touching me constantly, giving me sultry looks, and talking to me jokingly. I'll probably never know, now. It was something unlike anything I'd ever experienced, and it resulted in an encounter I'll never forget. By Tx Tall Tales for Literotica

Anna almost loses Jake, then beds him. By darrenr - Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Wordlessly they lay there, Anna clutching his hand as he held her. Eventually her breathing returned to normal, and her grip softened. Jake realized he had his dick pressed against her bottom in their hug, but it had softened during the past few minutes. He felt proud of himself and his soft dick. Anna was the epitome of his sexual desires, but in this moment even his perpetually rude cock recognized this was not the time to make selfish demands. It felt nice snuggled up against her soft bottom. His face resting on Anna’s back, he couldn’t help smiling. He had done it! He had most definitely given her something she’d never felt before. A small movement from Anna brought him out of his reverie, and he realized she was crying. In a single second his heart fell from impossible heights of blissful pride and satisfaction down into despair. “Anna, are you okay?” Jake asked, his voice small. “Did I hurt you?” For what felt like an eternity, there was no response at all. Then Anna’s grip on his hand tightened, and she pulled it against her chest. “Thank you,” she said, her voice cracking. Holding his hand tight, she moved to sit up and he pulled back to give her space. She looked at him with cheeks wet with tears. “I have no idea why I’m crying. No, you didn’t hurt me. You made me feel more pleasure than I ever thought possible. I don’t know where all this emotion is coming from.” She leaned her head against his shoulder, and he put his free arm around her again. They sat in silence for a few minutes more. Jake’s heart gradually recovered from its moment of terror, and he breathed easy again, the sweet scent of her hair in his nose. With a deep breath Anna lifted her head and looked at Jake. Still feeling elated from his success, he started to grin. This in turn made Anna smile. Making a goofy face, he said, “Well?” They both burst out laughing. Jake felt elated at what he had accomplished, giddy with delight at what they had shared, at how close he felt to Anna. When the laughter died down, Anna’s face grew thoughtful. “What I just experienced, was that normal? Is that what everyone feels when they orgasm? Is that what you feel?” “I doubt I’ve ever experienced anything even a tenth as good as that,” Jake said. “That seemed to be in the earth-shattering category. “It really was. My legs feel weak. I can’t get over how good that felt. I honestly didn’t know anything like that was possible. How did you know how to do that?” He thought about all the ‘how to’ videos about sex he had watched, all the guides to please a woman he had read, how he poured all his love and focus into doing the best he could for her. “I think I just got lucky.” Anna laughed. “No, I’m the one who got lucky.” She sat in silence for another moment looking at her toes. “Jake?” “Yes?” “You kissed my pussy.” It still caught him off guard when she used that word, but he liked it. “Yes. I hope you don’t mind. I knew you needed more and that was my only idea,” Jake said. “Was it, was it gross?” Anna asked. “Quite the opposite,” Jake said. Of course, the truth was he was overflowing with affection for her. Confessing all that now seemed too much. He kept silent. “Anna,” Jake said quietly, “Did I hurt you?” “What on earth are you talking about?” she said. “You know, when I, when I put my finger inside.” “Oh!” she giggled. “No, it didn’t hurt at all. Quite the opposite. Completely different from the doctor.” “Oh good,” Jake said, his finger remembering. Warm, snug, delicate. He felt his arousal start to grow and tried to think about something else instead. After a few minutes, Anna asked, “How tired are you?” “Oh, I’m fine.” “But it took me ages to reach the climax. You must have been getting a little tired?” “A little,” Jake admitted. “But I’m fine now.” “All recovered?” “Yes, all recovered!” Jake said, laughing at the interrogation. “Good!” Anna said, distractedly stroking the top of her thigh. “Good, I’m glad. That was an incredible thing you did for me, just an incredible thing.” “Anna, please,” Jake protested, turning his head to meet her eyes. “I enjoyed it too, you know.” Anna smiled but quickly looked away in embarrassment. “Of course, now, now it’s your turn.” Anna was clearly getting nervous. “I owe you some–” “No,” Jake said a little too firmly, sitting up. “No, listen. There’s nothing owed. Nothing transactional here. If some day in the future you find yourself needing to touch me, truly deeply needing it, then nothing would be more welcome. Nothing. But I’ve been slapping this salami and having orgasms for years. I’m fine. What’s important now is you’ve taken a huge risk with this first step, and it was a good experience. I think you should load up on good experiences before taking more risks.” “'Good experience’ rather understates things,” Anna said with a laugh. “Here’s what I think,” Jake said. “No offense, but you look a bit worn out. How about I get us a snack and we watch a movie to relax?” Anna smiled. “I do feel a bit drained. That would be nice.” Jake returned with some apple slices, cheese, and crackers. Anna cued up a movie and he realized he was feeling pretty drained himself. Sometime later he awoke to find Anna still sitting with him. The movie was over. It took him a moment to notice she was looking down at his crotch. Jake must have moved a little because Anna startled, looked away, and began to get up. “What’s the matter?” he asked. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have been staring while you were asleep.” Jake laughed. “Are you joking? We’ve been naked with each other for weeks now. Why would I mind if you looked at my ugly wiener?” “I don’t know,” Anna said, settling back down on the couch beside him and leaning against him. “It just felt like peeping or something.” She smiled. “I guess I was being silly.” Jake nodded and put his arm around her again, feeling her shoulders rise and fall as she breathed, enjoying how her breasts moved. “I don’t think it’s ugly,” Anna said after a few minutes. “Huh?” “Your penis. Your cock,” she added with a smile. “I don’t think it’s ugly. It got super small while you slept. I thought it was cute.” Jake felt the topic of discussion begin to swell. He whispered, “Uh oh, it knows you’re talking about it.” Anna bent down close to his dick and whispered to it, “I think you’re cute when you’re all shrunk up small!” Then she sat back up, giggling. His dick jumped a little in response, and Anna laughed more. “Can I tell you something stupid?” Anna asked. “Of course.” “This is embarrassing, but, when your cock gets really big…” Anna looked down. In a quiet voice, she said, “I feel a little bit scared of it.” Jake immediately began to shrink. He frightened her? He moved to cover himself with his hands. “No wait,” Anna said, grabbing his arm and pulling him back down. “That’s not what I meant. You didn’t do anything wrong.” She pulled his hands up so his crotch was exposed again. “All I meant was it’s intimidating when it gets big.” Jake thought for a moment. “I have to be honest. It’s hard to not be aroused when I’m with you. But I will try!” “No,” Anna said. “No, I don’t want that. This doesn’t make sense, but I also like when it gets big. I feel both excited and a little afraid.” She looked down and then back into his eyes. “I guess what I mean is I appreciate how patient you’re being with me. I intend to return the generosity you’ve shown me, but, but I’m just not ready yet.” Jake let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Oh, well that’s no problem. I thought we already settled this? You don't 'owe' me anything." "I know," Anna said, "I just--" "Listen," Jake interrupted. "Believe me. I'm having a... profoundly good time. All I can think about is hoping you'll invite me back for another round." "What does your schedule look like tomorrow evening?" she asked. Jake chuckled, and he felt his dick jump at the thought. "I think I can fit you in," he said. Anna smiled, and leaned her head against his shoulder again. Unexpressed Desires. Anna didn't like to directly ask for Jake to work his magic on her. Her face would occasionally get this hungry look that was extremely obvious, and Jake made sure to offer. As he practiced on her more and more, he became immensely proud of his growing expertise. He had learned to read her feelings, her body's reactions, and her needs. Sometimes it was clear she needed immediate relief, and he would give it to her. Other times, his favorite times, she enjoyed dragging it out. He would bring her right to the edge, and then back away, teasing her over and over until she couldn't stand it even one more second. When she reached that point, he would take her over the edge into an incredibly powerful orgasm that left both of them exhausted afterwards. She wasn't ready to return the attention. Occasionally she would offer, though it clearly came from a sense of obligation. Jake wanted her to touch him out of desire, not guilt. At least he wasn't embarrassed about being erect around her anymore. Sometimes he got that "blue balls" ache, but not often. After she left every evening, he didn't even feel the need to masturbate anymore. He just missed her and tried to get to sleep quickly so the morning would bring her back. Jake hated hiding his true feelings from her, but he feared ruining what they had. Maybe someday he would have to confront that. He wasn't ready. The Saturday of changes. It had been a tiring Saturday, but fun. Hiking in the nearby foothills, taking countless photos, and talking about all kinds of things. She seemed so fond of him as they explored and laughed together, he could almost believe she loved him as much as he loved her. He hoped so, at least. Lost in his thoughts, he realized Anna was talking to him as she drove them home. "It's funny," Anna said. "I was talking with my mom the other day and she was acting all confused about us. Apparently, I talk about you all the time and she thinks we're actually dating. 'Mom!' I said, 'Jake doesn't think of me that way. We're just good friends.' I don't know why she won't let this go." Jake felt his ears burning. He doesn't feel about Her that way? Feeling exhausted from the hike, he was unable to slow the emotion building in his heart. "That's bullshit," he said, more anger in his voice than he intended. He stared out the front window. Anna glanced at him with surprise. Jake didn't turn toward her. He knew Anna wasn't a malicious person, and he knew he was probably messing up everything, but it hurt. "What do you mean?" Anna asked quietly. Jake knew his anger was out of control, but he spoke anyway. "You always assume too much. Mostly I don't mind, but you don't get to make assumptions about my feelings, to lie to my face. It couldn't be more obvious how I feel about you, how I've felt about you from the very start. I don't expect you to love me back. You don't owe me anything. But it would be really fucking decent of you to at least be honest that You set the rules. You don't get to put words in my mouth." Anna didn't respond. Jake stared straight ahead. He heard some sniffling and saw her wiping her eyes. He wanted to comfort her. He hated to see her in pain, no matter the reason. But his angry heart felt better, even if he dreaded to think what he had done to their friendship. The rest of the drive home was silent. They went to their separate apartments that evening. Jake showered by himself for the first time in weeks feeling lonely and sad. Fearing he had made the biggest mistake of his life, he made it as far as the couch before breaking down in tears and crying himself to sleep beneath the throw blanket. Sometime later, Jake heard Anna's voice. Was it a dream? His head felt heavy with sleep. In the darkness, Anna was pulling his hand. "Come on, sleepy-head, you'll be more comfortable in bed," she said. Her voice held no anger, only kindness. It must be a dream. He found himself in his bed. Anna climbed in beside him, her warm back snuggled up against him as she pulled his arm around her. He longed for it to be real, though he knew it couldn't be. Anna hated him now. It was over. Jake's mind drifted into blank despair again. Anna was smiling at him. Her face was the most beautiful thing in the world and her gaze felt like being bathed in warm sunshine. She leaned in to kiss him. In the dream logic, this wasn't a surprise. She loved him as he loved her, and kissing him was the most natural thing in the world. Her lips touched his and he felt his heart grow and expand until it consumed the universe with their love and joy. All they needed was each other, forever. Touching her face, he was the happiest man in the world. He called out her name. "Jake," he heard Anna's voice, gentle and tender. "Jake, are you okay?" He felt a warm hand on his cheek. He opened his eyes and saw the light of dawn, soft on Anna's face. What was she doing here? Genuine concern was in her eyes. "Jake, you were having a dream. Are you okay?" As he woke up more, he realized his dick felt strange. Moving his hand, he found it was on Anna's hip, and her hip was wet. The sheets were wet. His crotch was wet. With horror he realized it had been a wet dream. The biggest, messiest wet dream of his life. And it was all over Anna. His body involuntarily jerked in panic. Tears erupted from his eyes and he started gasping, unable to speak even if he knew what to say. What was she even doing here? He couldn't see clearly through the tears, but he had no trouble imagining the hateful look she must be giving him. "Sorry!" he blurted. "Oh god, I'm so sorry." He started to pull back, to climb out of the bed and away from the mess, away from everything. But she gently pulled him back down beside her. "Shhhh, don't talk," she said. "Just look into my eyes and breathe." Jake squeezed his eyes shut, too ashamed to look at her. "Everything's okay, Jake," Anna continued. "I'm here with you, and everything is okay." Jake opened his mouth to apologize again but she put a finger over his lips before he could speak. "There's nothing to say. Just breathe with me." He opened his eyes and through the tears saw Anna's kind eyes looking into his. He inhaled, and his chest jerked with a suppressed sob. "Everything's okay, Jake. Just breathe with me." Jake took another breath, and he managed to make it a bit smoother. Anna smiled and stroked his temple. He focused on the warmth of her hand on his face and tried to forget the shameful wet mess between them on the sheets. Eventually his breathing calmed down. Anna used her thumb to wipe the tears off his cheeks, and she smiled at him. "Now we're going to do something silly," Anna said, "And you're not going to argue with me. You're going to come with me to the shower, but first you're going to close your eyes. Do you trust me?" Jake was puzzled but he nodded and closed his eyes. He felt her pull the cold sticky sheet off them, and then she helped him stand up. Holding him from the side, she slowly guided him, and he realized she was doing this so he wouldn't look at the mess on the bed. He felt the shame lurch back into his heart, but at that very instant she put her hand on his chest, right over his heart, and he calmed back down. He kept his eyes closed as his feet touched the cold tile of the bathroom. He heard Anna start the shower, and then she pulled them together into the hot water. She pressed the front of her body against the front of his and squeezed him close, her head on his shoulder with her face against his neck. Her breasts were soft and comforting. Her hips pushed against his and he felt his shrunken, ashamed dick press against her thighs. He put his arms around her and returned the hug. The hot water poured over them both and he felt his body relaxing. For a few minutes they just held each other. Anna adjusted the water slightly hotter. The air filled with steam and their bodies seemed to blend as the water coursed over their shoulders. Anna sighed happily against his neck. She didn't hate him for ejaculating on her in his sleep. She wasn't repelled. She didn't find him revolting. Anna squeezed him tighter, then pulled back from her hug. "You can open your eyes now." She was smiling at him. She put her finger to his lips and then grabbed the shampoo bottle. Her fingers massaged the shampoo into his scalp and his eyes rolled back in pleasure. She rubbed far longer than was needed to wash his hair, clearly enjoying his reaction. With a soapy wash cloth, she rubbed his shoulders. Her thumbs worked into his muscles as she washed down his back, down each arm, across his chest and down his belly. Without hesitation she gently held his shrunken dick and stroked it carefully with the wash cloth. It wasn't sexual as she cleaned him, it was simply loving. She washed his bottom, his legs, and his feet, including scrubbing between each toe. She pushed him back into the hot water to rinse and held a finger up to tell him to stay there. Then she carefully shampooed her own hair, and washed her own body, making sure he was watching. Finally, she joined him in the hot stream of water and hugged him as she rinsed. When Anna turned the water off she grabbed a fresh towel and dried him carefully over his whole body before drying herself while he watched. He laughed when she used the hair dryer on him, blowing warm air all over their bodies until they were fully dry before she got a brush and started drying his hair too. She had fun styling his hair to look ridiculous, and then quickly dried her own hair too. Anna wrapped them each in bath robes to stay warm, and walked him to the kitchen. She put him in a chair and he watched while she made coffee, toast, and eggs. She sat beside him while they ate in silence, watching each other and giggling now and then. When they finished eating, she held up her finger again to tell him to stay in his chair, and then went off to the bedroom. Anna was gone only a few minutes before returning and leading him by the hand back to the bed, which now had fresh sheets. She sat beside him on the bed and smiled at him. "How are you feeling now?" Anna asked. "Better?" Jake smiled. He was clean, warm, and fed. Also, he realized, he was loved. "All better. One hundred percent better. One thousand percent better!" Anna giggled. She couldn't seem to stop smiling. "Remember when I first asked if I could show you my breasts?" Jake nodded. "I'll never forget." Anna pulled her robe open. Jake happily looked down at her beautiful breasts, familiar now but no less appealing to him, with their tender little slits where her nipples hid. He was about to say some silly compliment about her breasts when she kissed him. It was not Jake's first kiss. He had dated a few women and experienced some nice kisses. But this kiss was so impossibly more intense it may as well have been his first. Through her lips he felt Anna's warm affection for him. Her eager desire for him. Her boundless love for him. Too soon, she pulled back. She was still smiling. "You're in love with me," she said. It wasn't a question. Jake nodded. "You've been in love with me from the moment we met." Jake nodded again. "You've been lovingly caring for me this whole time while I refused to believe you thought of me romantically. But you do." Jake nodded vehemently and leaned in to kiss her again. When their lips met for the second time they both had their mouths open and their tongues found each other. Anna pulled his robe open and pushed it off his shoulders, and then put his hands on her warm breasts. He lovingly squeezed them while she pulled her own robe off and then spread her legs and pulled his hand down between them. His fingers found her familiar cleft, but it all felt different to be kissing her at the same time. Through their kiss it was like he could sense how good his touches felt on her. Already her clitoris was firm beneath his finger as he stroked it. She was incredibly wet, far beyond what he had experienced before. Everything felt slick and warm and sensual as she moaned into their kiss. Without breaking the kiss, she gently pushed him back on the bed and straddled him. He was already erect, but when her fingers wrapped around his shaft it grew even harder. She had touched him there often, but never with this eagerness and never when he was this hard. She stroked gently up and down his length briefly and then dragged the tip up and down the length of her cleft. He felt her heat, her wetness, her desire. Still kissing him, Anna guided him to her virgin opening and pushed down. They moaned together as he entered her. Jake had no idea his cock could experience so much pleasure, and then she pushed more, and it was even better. Relentlessly she pushed until he felt her hips against his and he was fully buried in Anna, in his love. She refused to break off the kiss as her hips lifted and pushed back down with a cry. Jake realized he was far past the point of no return. She lifted her hips once more and pushed down just as he felt his hot eruption surge up the length of his shaft and deep into her. Jake's hips bucked wildly against her as an unending stream of pent-up affection poured into her. Never had an orgasm felt so right, so perfect. After what seemed like ages of pumping and straining to give her every last drop, his awareness fell back into their kiss. She did love him. She was in love with him just as much as he was with her. He could feel it. He knew it. Slowly, so slowly, Anna pulled her face up to look at him. The moment their eyes met, they said at the same time, "I love you." Anna giggled and gave him another kiss. "I noticed," she said. Suddenly reality came crashing back in on Jake's mind. "Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to hurt you. I exploded so fast. I should have given you some pleasure first. That was selfish. I should have worn a--" Anna stopped his talking with another kiss. Feeling her lips on his, he forgot what he had been saying. "Stop talking nonsense," she said with a smile. "Now let's see. No, I'm not hurt. It was uncomfortable at first, but then it felt wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. And you don't have a selfish bone in your body." She giggled. "Or a selfish bone in my body, for that matter. That was perfect." She kissed him again. "Absolutely perfect. I wouldn't change a thing. If I could do it all over again, I'd want my first time to be exactly the same." She kissed him yet again. "Are you telling me you honestly have regrets?" Jake smiled and shook his head. He moved his hands down to her bottom, and felt himself slowly shrinking inside her. He wanted to stay inside her forever. "And no," she continued, "You should not have worn a condom. Is that what you were going to say?" She shook her head and rolled her eyes while she smiled. "First, I've been on the pill for years to help with period cramps. Second, we're going to be together forever and if that means babies then I welcome it." The love in her eyes shone intensely. "Third, well, the truth is I wasn't thinking about any of that." Anna stroked the side of his head and took a deep breath. "This morning I woke up in your arms feeling warm, secure, and loved, but all this time I had convinced myself you didn't love me 'that way.' That you weren't 'in love' with me. But you were having a dream. Such an intense dream. You kept mumbling 'I love you' over and over. And then you called out my name--you practically screamed it--and then I was covered, absolutely drenched with--" "I'm so sorry!" "NO! Let me finish. I was covered, absolutely drenched with... the truth of your love. And it felt magical. The realization hit me I've been an absolute idiot this whole time. You've been lavishing me with love and affection while I refused to accept the truth of your feelings for me. Only by getting a peak into your dreams did it finally get through my thick skull." "I made a mess on you," Jake said. "I loved it!" Anna said. "It was amazing. It was incredibly intimate. And honest. And pure. It was beautiful. And it smelled sweet too. Like a switch flipped, I was no longer intimidated by your penis, your cock. I was no longer afraid of it. All I could think was I needed you inside me as soon as possible, I just wanted to be filled with your love." She thought his dick and what it did was... beautiful? Anna, the person he loved most in the world, his best and closest friend, the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, she thought that? Jake's cock, feeling wanted, and desired, and loved, started to grow within her. Anna moaned happily. "Oh, I feel that." Her hips started moving in circles, and soon he was fully hard again. "Oh god, Jake it's just so good. I love your cock. Your beautiful, beautiful cock inside my happy pussy." Anna slowly brought her legs out and her knees up, careful to keep him inside her, and then sat upright on Jake's hips. She looked dazzlingly beautiful, smiling down at him from above. Jake stroked up and down her sides, admiring her. "You're looking at me like you think I'm beautiful or something," Anna said with a giggle. Jake nodded. She pulled his hands onto her breasts. "You make me feel beautiful," she said, and then pulled him up toward her and kissed him. After some careful shifting to stay inside her, they were arranged upright and facing each other, with Anna sitting on his lap. Jake's face was halfway between her face and her breasts. Anna kissed him, and then looked down between them. "It's beautiful to see where we're joined," she said. He looked down with her and saw her smooth outer lips wrapped around the base of his shaft. "I love having you inside me." Anna held a breast up to his face. "Kiss my beautiful nipples," she said. Jake had done a lot of fun things with Anna, but he had not yet touched his mouth to her breasts. His cock jumped with excitement inside of her, and she giggled with delight. "You like that idea, do you?" she said with a smile. Jake nodded and brought his lips down to the breast she offered him, softly kissing around it before kissing her inverted nipple directly. He could feel its firmness beneath his lips. Anna sighed. "Suck it." He surrounded her areola with his lips and swirled his tongue around it while gently sucking. "Yes, that's it," Anna said softly. "Harder." He sucked harder and felt movement as her nipple emerged between his lips. After all this time feeling like her bare breasts brightened the room, her shy nipple seemed to taste like warm sunshine radiating into his mouth. Anna gasped in delight. He held it in his mouth and explored it with his tongue. Anna stroked his head. "You found treasure there, didn't you, my love?" she said. "It's just for you. All for you. Now see if you can find the other one." Jake gently released it and pulled his face back to see. For an instant her nipple stood out, larger than he had expected, and then it collapsed back inside to hide. He put his lips on her other nipple and found it just as easy to pull out. Lovingly he stroked its firmness with his tongue. "That feels amazing," Anna said, her breathing getting faster as she stroked the back of his head. "I've never felt anything like this before. They're so happy in your sweet mouth, my nipples that only come out for you." Jake moved his hand down to where they joined. After stroking her outer lips to get his thumb nice and wet, he gently brought it against her firm clitoris. Anna gasped again. The angle was different from what he was used to, but he soon found the right way to touch her. He switched back to the first nipple and coaxed it out into his mouth again while Anna writhed and pulled on his head. "Oh god, oh Jake, oh god," Anna cried out as her body jerked against him once, twice, three times. He could feel the pulsing pleasure flow through her as each spasm clenched around his shaft and then flowed up through her body. Slowly he released her nipple from his mouth and brought his hands up to hold her as she sagged into him. After a moment she sat up and pulled his face to hers with a kiss. He felt her wet tears on his face before she pulled back to look at him with a smile. Wiping the tears away, she laughed softly. "You made me feel so good. So... loved." Anna stroked his face. "I didn't know my breasts could feel like that. You make me feel so beautiful. You make my breasts feel so beautiful. So special." She kissed him. "My breasts are wonderful, aren't they?" Jake nodded. "Absolute perfection! They radiate beauty and warmth to all who behold them!" Anna giggled and hugged him, pressing her warm brilliant breasts against his chest. "Jake," she whispered in his ear. "Jake, I feel something wonderful inside of me. Do you have any idea what that could be?" "I hope it's the sure knowledge I love you with my whole heart," he said. Anna laughed again. "It is! Though I can't help but notice it's a hard truth I'm feeling." Jake strained inside of her. "A very hard truth. I wonder if what I really need is for you to drive the point home." Anna smiled and slowly fell backwards onto the bed. Jake regretfully pulled out of her so he could change positions, but quickly arranged himself on top of her and she guided him back in. Her hair stretched out on the bed behind her head forming an arc like blonde rays of sunshine emanating from her smiling face. Anna's hands on his hips pulled him into her and she sighed happily. "Did your hard truth say something?" she said. "I couldn't quite hear. I think you need to push harder." Jake pulled out part-way and pushed back into the warm embrace of her love. "Harder, Jake, harder! I need to feel that truth deep inside me." Happily, Jake thrust hard into her. Anna's amazing breasts bounced crazily, her head turning side to side as she writhed in pleasure beneath him. He felt the delicious pressure building within him as he pumped furiously. With a final effort he pushed as deeply into her as he could and froze, straining, as all the muscles in his body squeezed as one. It felt like an ocean's worth of love coursed through his shaft, each droplet leaving a wake of joy on its journey of a thousand miles across his every nerve before flooding into Anna's boundless, loving embrace. When there was nothing left of him to give, Jake found himself collapsed on top of Anna. She was stroking his head, her warm breasts against his chest shining sunlight directly into his heart. "I love you," Jake said. "I heard you," Anna said. "All the way inside me, I finally heard you." The End By darrenr for Literotica

Porn, masterbation, confessions, and demonstrations. By darrenr.  Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. One evening, Anna sat beside him on the couch with a serious look on her face. “Jake, listen, I know I’ve already put a lot of burden on our friendship these past weeks. There’s something else I want to ask you about. I don’t want to do a cycle of agonizing self-doubt this time, so I’m just going to go out on a limb and ask you. Do you promise to tell me if my question makes you uncomfortable?” “Of course I’ll tell you,” Jake said. “You know that model you showed me earlier, the one with the inverted nipples?” “Yes,” Jake laughed. “Yes, I remember.” “You found those pictures pretty quickly. Have you looked at pictures of her before?” "Well, yes," Jake admitted. "And when you looked, it made you feel... aroused?" Jake felt his face turn red. There didn't seem to be any point in denying the obvious. "Yes." "Even though she has weird nipples?" "Anna, look. I don't see her nipples as a negative. It just made her more enticingly unique and fascinating." Anna nodded. "And when you felt aroused, looking at her pictures, did you... well did it make you want to... touch... yourself?" "Anna, are you asking if I masturbate when I look at porn?" Anna nodded. "The answer is yes, of course I do. I'm not proud of it, and I've never talked with anyone about it before. But you seem to sincerely want to know. I'm... I'm not really interested in being teased about this." "Why would I tease you? I wouldn't do that." Jake gave her a doubtful look but saw only sincerity in her expression. "Do you mind if I ask you more questions?" Jake laughed. This woman bared her beautiful body to him every day. How could he say no? With a sigh, he said, "Go for it." "How did it start? Wasn't it weird?" "It started quite innocently. I somehow noticed it felt good to touch myself there, and it seemed like all positives and no negatives." "Were you looking at porn then?" "Oh no, not at first. I'm not even sure I thought about girls at first. That connection came later." "Did you hide it?" "Well, yes. I clearly sensed this was a private thing." "And that's it? All positives, no negatives from the start? No shame involved?" "Oh, I didn't mean to suggest that. I said it started quite innocently." Jake paused briefly, and then continued very quietly. "Eventually I got the message it was something to be ashamed of, and I associated profound guilt with it." "Then you stopped?" Jake shook his head. "Of course not. It felt so good! I simply internalized the shame and self-loathing." Anna squeezed his hands in hers. "Do you still feel shame?" Jake took a deep breath. "Not the same way. Eventually I realized I wasn't hurting anyone, and while it isn't the most productive use of time it's not worth beating myself up over. The only thing I struggle with anymore is keeping my fantasies respectful." "What do you mean?" "Well, like... I used to try to imagine what every girl in my school looked like naked. But it didn't seem right to fantasize about someone who hasn't... invited me to. I can't help what images pop into my head and try to ignore the inappropriate ones. That's why I feel okay about looking at porn. Those people have given permission to be fantasized about." Anna squeezed his hand and was silent for a while in thought. "For me, I also got the message, as you said, that I shouldn't touch myself that way. And I didn't. I've since accepted, intellectually, there is nothing wrong with it. But I can't seem to shake this latent shame. I've tried, and it just doesn't work for me." "What doesn't work?" Jake asked. "Touching myself. Masturbating. Every time I try it, I can't overcome the feelings of shame." "You've never masturbated?" Jake tried to not sound incredulous. "Not really, no." Jake hesitated a moment, and then asked, "Is it different when you... have sex?" "Oh, I've never had sex," Anna said. "Never really been close. Have you?" Jake shook his head. "No, me neither." They sat together in silence, the picture of the nude model on the computer forgotten. Anna took a breath and asked, "What does it feel like to... have an orgasm?" Part of him was expecting this question. He thought about the countless times he'd masturbated. What was it like to not know? "It's okay," Anna said with disappointment. "I didn't mean to pry." "You're not prying!" Jake said quickly. "Sorry, I've never talked about this with anyone. I'm not sure how to describe it. I'm happy to share it with you, but please be patient with me." Anna's face relaxed. She waited patiently while Jake thought. "I think it's kind of like sneezing," he said. Anna looked confused. "What?" Jake smiled. "Well, kind of. You know that tickle in your nose before a sneeze? It's annoying, and not a strong sensation, but you know unmistakably a sneeze is coming. The feeling builds, and builds, and then suddenly there's this out of control explosion that somehow your whole body is involved in. The explosion is related to the tickle, it comes from it, but is orders of magnitude more powerful. More intense. And then afterwards it feels like relief, like all this tension was suddenly released." Anna looked doubtful. "You're not really selling it." Jake laughed. "Well the difference is, unlike a sneeze, it's all pleasure. It starts as mild pleasure. It feels good, and it builds. It can continue building, and just feels amazing. Sometimes it's nice to take it slow and enjoy that feeling. When the orgasm hits it feels like the pleasure-o-meter goes off the scale." Anna laughed. "If it's that great, why aren't you masturbating, like, every day?" Jake's cheeks turned red. "It's not necessarily every day." Anna's eyes widened. "Oh." She giggled nervously. Jake nodded. Anna sat in quiet thought. "What I'm wondering is," Anna finally said softly, haltingly, "for me, would it be different if I was... masturbating... with a... friend?" Jake could only see one interpretation for what she just said to him, and yet it seemed impossible. "What do you mean?" Jake asked, studying her face for any sign of joking. "Would you be willing to... masturbate with me?" Jake stared at her stupidly. Anna turned away and moved to stand up. "Sorry, I know that was weird. Please forget I asked." Jake held tight to her hand. "YES!" he blurted out. Anna turned back toward him. "I mean, no that's not weird," Jake continued. "Yes, I will do that with you. Masturbate." Anna smiled. "After all, that's an extremely normal thing for friends to do together." They both laughed. "What's your vision?" Jake asked. "How will this work?" Anna gestured at the computer in Jake's lap. "Do you think you could find a movie of something we could both, um, enjoy?" Jake laughed. "Can you be more specific?" "A man and a woman having sex?" "Okay. Any turn offs?" "What do you mean?" "You haven't watched much porn, have you?" "No," Anna answered. "That's okay. Let me sketch a typical 'plot' for you. Couple kisses. Couple undresses. Couple takes turns performing oral sex on each other. Man puts penis in woman's vagina. Lots of thrusting and then, usually, pulling out and ejaculating on the woman." Anna made a face of disgust. "ON her? Why do they pull out like that?" Jake laughed. "Okay noted, what penises do is disgusting. This brings up another issue we should discuss. If we do this together, I feel I must point out to you I have a penis, and when I orgasm my penis ejaculates semen. If that is gross to you, maybe this isn't a great idea?" Jake felt a little bad confronting her so directly on this. He thought it was disgusting too, but she hurt his feelings. "I'm sorry, you're right. But I am curious--why is it normal for the man to pull out?" "I don't know, I think just so the camera can see the climax? Anyway, I'll find one where the penis stays inside. Any other concerns?" "Do they always do oral sex? It seems gross to put your mouth where someone pees." "Not always," Jake said, "though it's very common." "Why is gross stuff common in porn? That doesn't seem sexy." Jake thought about how much he'd like to put his mouth on her. "I think it depends on the relationship. A stranger, or someone you're not attracted to, then I agree it's a big yuck. Someone you are attracted to, someone you care for deeply and find beautiful and appealing, well, maybe it's a special intimacy? I'd also guess it feels good in a unique way. I have no personal experience, though. Just speculating." "Hmm." Anna seemed doubtful. "You'd prefer something without oral sex?" Jake asked. "At least to start, please." Jake found a suitably tasteful example of the genre, put the laptop on the coffee table in front of them, and started the video. Sitting beside Anna, Jake became very conscious of his shrunken dick. He was too embarrassed to be aroused or to touch himself, and his hands rested on his thighs. Anna sat in about the same position, hands on her thighs. The woman in the video took her bra off. She had small breasts with big nipples. "I like her breasts," Anna said. "She has great nipples. Do you like them?" "Yes, they're nice." Jake would have preferred to be looking at Anna's, though. The woman in the video pulled down the man's pants and stroked his dick with her hands. "What a beautiful cock," the woman said in a sultry voice. Anna giggled. "Do people really talk that way?" Jake shrugged. "They do in porn, at least." "Cock is such a funny word," Anna said. "Is that what you call your penis?" Jake let out a short laugh. "Believe it or not, I don't talk to my penis that often." "I think you mean you don't talk to your COCK," Anna said. She nodded toward the screen. "His cock seems to like her," she said, clearly enjoying the word. She looked over at Jake's shrunken dick, stark evidence of how uncomfortable he was in this unusual situation. "But yours doesn't seem so interested. Do you want to try a different video?" "Sorry," Jake said. "It's not the video. This just feels weird. I feel a bit paralyzed." "It is awkward, but we can overcome it," Anna said. "How do you, normally, how do you touch yourself?" Jake spoke slowly, feeling nervous. "I hold my... penis..." "Cock," Anna corrected with a smile. "Okay, I hold my cock, and I squeeze until it is hard. Once hard I... I stroke up and down the length of it." Anna nodded, staring at his limp dick. "How about..." Jake swallowed. "How about you?" Anna laughed. "Well as I explained I don't really know what I'm doing." "Okay, I know, but what have you tried? What is your... plan for this attempt?" Anna frowned. "Just general rubbing around my vulva, I suppose." "Any particular places?" "I've read I should focus on my clitoris, but that's way too sensitive so I kind of rub around it." "Do you put your finger... inside?" Jake asked. "Oh no," Anna said, shaking her head. Then, quietly, "I've never put anything inside." She turned to face him. "My gynecologist has, of course, but it was uncomfortable, and I've always been a little afraid of doing it on my own. I suppose that sounds stupid." Jake shook his head. "Not at all. There's nothing stupid about listening to your feelings. The whole point of masturbating is to feel good." For a moment they sat in silence watching the video. Finally, Anna put her hand between her legs. "Come on, slow poke," she said with a smile. "Catch up!" Jake took hold of his shrunken dick. "This isn't so bad," Anna said. "How are you doing?" "Doing okay," Jake said. "Then let's start stroking." Jake started rolling his limp dick between his fingers while, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Anna rubbing between her legs. He wanted to watch Anna instead of the video, but he kept his eyes on the screen. The man in the video was now stroking the woman's pussy. Jake thought about when he had stroked Anna during shaving and moisturizing, which he found deeply erotic but wasn't supposed to be about sexual pleasure. He wondered what it would be like to stroke her to make her feel good. Sharing his first explicitly sexual moment with her was powerfully arousing and soon he was fully erect. "That's more like it," Anna said, nodding at his erection. "Look at that beautiful cock! Feeling better?" Jake took this opportunity to look over at Anna, her friendly face and her bare breasts making his heart long with desire as he stroked himself. "Much," he answered. "How are you doing? Is it working better having company?" "I think so. It's still weird, isn't it?" "Pretty weird!" Jake agreed. In the video, the man was now fingering the woman. She was shaved except for a small patch. "Wow," Anna said. Eager for any opportunity to turn his head in her direction, Jake asked, "What?" "That woman's labia are enormous!" "Hmmm, I suppose they're reasonably prominent," Jake replied. "Reasonably prominent? They don't even fit in her vulva, they're just hanging outside like, 'Hey, what's up?'" Jake laughed. "Okay, yes. But based on my, uh, experience examining imagery of such things, they're not unusually large." Anna sat up a little and leaned down to look between her legs. Jake followed her gaze and was amazed to see she had pulled her outer lips apart, spreading open the petals of her labia. "But look, they're so much bigger than mine!" Jake took in the sight of her inner pinkness glistening with moisture. Spread open like this, Jake was pretty sure her clitoris wasn't erect, but his heart thrilled to be seeing in there. His hungry cock throbbed. "You're so beautiful," Jake blurted out. Anna laughed. "Right," she said with sarcasm. "Beautiful," Jake repeated, looking her in the eye to make his point. Anna looked away in embarrassment and leaned back on the couch, resuming her gentle rubbing while watching the video. "She seems to like that," Anna said. The woman in the video moaned with pleasure as the man pushed two fingers into her. "She sure talks about her 'pussy' a lot. Pussy, pussy, pussy! It feels naughty. Say it!" Jake giggled. "Come on, Jake!" "Pussy," Jake said, quietly. "Pussy!" Anna said, louder. "Pussy!" Jake matched her. "PUSSY!!" Anna nearly yelled. The woman in the video orgasmed loudly while they giggled. "Well she either really enjoyed that or did a good job acting like she did," Anna said. "I wonder if an orgasm really feels that good." "It totally does," Jake said. "Or it can. Speaking of, how are things going in your quest?" Anna sighed. "I don't know. It feels nice touching myself. I don't hate the video. I like doing this together, with you, but I don't feel like the physical sensations are building toward anything." In the video the man pulled his dick up to the woman's opening, and then slowly pushed it inside. "That's kind of beautiful," Anna said. "It is," Jake agreed, thinking about Anna. They watched together while the couple in the video had sex, the man thrusting faster and faster while the woman moaned in pleasure. Finally, he grunted, and his body jerked as he ejaculated inside of her, and the video ended. "Oh," Anna said as she looked over at Jake. "What about your orgasm? Did that video not do it for you?" "It's not that, exactly," Jake said while idly gripping his shaft. "It's more that I wanted to go there with you." "That is sweet of you, but I'm afraid my equipment might not really work. Honestly, I'm not feeling anything building. But it was very helpful for you to do this with me, because I didn't feel the shame this way." "Are you sure you want to give up right away?" Jake asked. Anna's face looked determined. She shook her head. "No, I'm not giving up," Anna said. "But, well... do you have another suggestion?" "Have you ever tried, um," Jake regretted his idea but didn't know how to back out now. "Water? Like, the tub faucet or shower head?" Anna laughed. "You mean, like, shoot a stream of water into my vagina?" "Well, not so much 'into' as 'at.' I don't know, it was just a thought. I've heard some women enjoy it." "Heard? From who?" "I guess what I should say is I've seen videos of women pleasuring themselves with the stream from tub faucets. It could be fake, I certainly don't know." "Show me," she said, nodding toward the computer. Jake found an example. In the video a woman climbed into a bathtub, adjusted the water temperature, and arranged her body so her vulva was in the stream. After a few minutes she started to moan, and finally her body jerked as she orgasmed. Anna contemplated for a moment and nodded. "Okay, sure, that seems worth a try. Why not? Come on." She got up and walked to the bathroom. Jake followed eagerly, his erection bouncing crazily as he watched her cute bottom lead the way. Anna turned on the tub faucet about halfway, just to a gentle stream, and sat on the edge waiting for the water to warm up. Satisfied with the temperature, she stepped into the tub and sat down. Lying on her back, she spread her legs and scooted her bottom down toward the tub spout's stream of water, stopping with her thigh in the stream with her knees bent sharply. "Like this?" Anna asked. Jake nodded. "Oh, it's just a bit too hot. Can you please make it just a tiny bit cooler?" Jake gave the knob a small adjustment. "Hmm. Now just a little warmer?" Jake put two hands on the knob and twisted it the smallest possible amount in the other direction. Anna let out a sigh. "Okay, that's perfect." She rested her head against the bottom of the tub and closed her eyes. "I feel stupid, though. This is embarrassing." Jake took her hand from the rim of the tub and held it. "It's not stupid to work toward understanding yourself and your body better. You've nothing to be embarrassed about as far as I'm concerned. I don't know if, when you find something that feels good to you, it will be like it is for me. But if it's similar, I think it will have been worth the effort. Maybe this suggestion of mine is stupid, but if it doesn't work we'll just try something else. Yeah?" Anna smiled. "Yeah, okay." She looked down at the stream of water. "Okay." She slowly moved her hips until the stream hit the target. Jake felt her fingers tighten on his hand. "Oh! That is... that is interesting." "Interesting in a good way?" Jake asked. "It's definitely not bad," Anna said, resting her head back against the bottom of the tub as she closed her eyes again and slowly moved her hips to try different targets for the stream. Jake looked over Anna's naked body. The drain was open, so the tub wasn't filling, but the flow was strong enough water was pooling in the bottom and it wet her hair. Her breasts were somewhat flattened against her chest, but he couldn't tell by looking if her inverted nipples were at all hardening. Jake looked down her belly to her bare vulva. Pussy. He loved saying 'pussy' with her. Her pussy spread open wide, her inner lips fluttering in the random turbulence. "Oh!" Anna said, grimacing slightly with her eyes squeezed tight. "Ohhhh, something is happening." "Is it a good 'something'?" Jake asked. "Umm... yes," Anna replied. "It is good." Jake watched her shift her hips a bit more, and it looked like the stream was focused directly on her pink clitoris. Her hand gripped his tighter. Anna smiled and Jake couldn't help smiling in return, even though her eyes were still closed. It was intensely arousing to see her enjoying herself. He gently squeezed her hand in return, savoring the beautiful sight. For several minutes Anna lay there, often making small adjustments to her position as the warm water tumbled over her pussy. Finally, she let out a big sigh--frustration or disappointment he couldn't tell--and sat up, releasing his hand and pushing herself away from the tub spout as she stretched her legs out straight on the bottom of the tub. "Oh, that's much better. I couldn't stand having my knees bent for even one more minute." She leaned forward in a stretch, rubbing her leg muscles. "Another failure then?" Jake asked. "Definitely not!" Anna said, turning off the water. The tub drain gurgled noisily. "I've never felt anything like that. It was nice. But the good feelings plateaued, and my legs started to cramp, so I don't know how close I got to having an orgasm." "I see," Jake said, disappointed. "Sorry." "Sorry? That was a great suggestion. Now I know I can feel these kinds of feelings. It just wasn't enough for taking me all the way to orgasm town, wherever that is." Jake felt his heart warm with pride. She liked it! She was smiling at him. He smiled back. "So, what other ideas do you have?" Anna asked as she stood up in the tub and dried herself. "I feel like we're on the right track, we just need to keep searching." Jake's smile faltered when he realized he didn't know what to suggest next. He supposed a vibrator would do the trick, but they had none. Anna was vigorously toweling herself when she saw his face and paused. "Only if you feel like it, of course," she said, a bit quietly. "It's no big deal." Upon hearing this horrifying misunderstanding, Jake panicked. He couldn't ruin this! "I could touch you," Jake blurted. "What?" Anna said. Jake felt himself turning bright red. Had he really just said that? He hoped he hadn't ruined everything. He looked down at his feet. "Sorry, that was a bad suggestion." Jake was speaking quickly in desperation. "Please forget I said it. The truth is I'm happy you enjoyed the tub faucet, and I'm having a lot of fun joining you on this journey. I'm sorry." "Whoa, slow down," Anna said. "You would touch me, that way?" Jake looked her in the eyes, his face contorted in anguish. "I'm so sorry. That was inappropriate of me. I'm having the best time with you, and I didn't mean to ruin it." Jake looked back at his feet. His ashamed dick had shrunk to a tiny nub. Anna held her eyes on his. "You're serious. You're not joking." It was a statement, not a question. Jake nodded. "I can't promise it would work, of course. I've never done this before. It was just a stupid suggestion." Jake looked away again. "Well, if you're sure you're willing to, we could try it. But only on one condition: When it's too boring or tedious, you must promise to stop and tell me. No hard feelings! Okay?" Jake couldn't help but smile. "Deal! And you have to be patient with me. I have no idea what I'm doing." Anna resumed drying herself. "I have to admit I'm pretty excited. If you can make me feel even better than what I just experienced in the tub it will be... well, it will be wonderful." She thought for a moment. "But am I being unfair to you, though? I still don't want to have sex." Jake laughed. "As long as you don't mind how much I may enjoy this." Anna hugged him, pressing her naked body against his. "You're my best friend," she said. She took Jake's hand and led the way back to the couch. She sat in her usual spot, on her towel, and spread her legs apart. Jake knelt between her knees, looked at her pussy, and froze. She looked so lovely before him, the smooth outer lips framing inner lips extra pink, still gleaming, and a bit swollen from their treatment in the bathtub. More than anything he wanted to bring her ecstasy with his love. Instead he found himself paralyzed with fear of failure. "It's okay if it's too weird! As I said, no hard feelings," Anna said, trying a little too hard to sound casual. "It's not that. I'm just... intimidated." Jake closed his eyes and then looked at her again. "It feels like a lot of responsibility, and I don't want to mess it up." "Listen, Jake, take it easy. I appreciate you doing this for me. If it doesn't work, that just means we learned a bit more about how my body works. Either way it will all be okay. It's just me. Your friend, Anna," she said with a smile. "Now I don't mean to be demanding, but right now I'm feeling rather impatient and I want to be touched on my PUSSY." With a laugh, she grabbed Jake's hand and pressed it flat against her. Jake felt the warmth emanating from her cleft and almost swooned. Jake started slowly moving his palm in small circles. He was used to touching her when he shaved her, or simply to comfort her. The closest he came to stroking her before this is when he would apply moisturizer after shaving. While he knew she enjoyed that, probably more than she'd admit, this was completely different. This was not about intimacy or comfort. She was asking him to stimulate her sexually. Jake knew he was in over his head. His knowledge about pleasing women sexually all came from porn, and he knew how unreliable that was. His only hope was paying close attention to her reactions like a game of "hotter or colder" where the hidden prize was his best friend's first orgasm. Keeping the gentle pressure on her pussy, Jake drew his other hand up her belly, dragging his fingers between her breasts, around them, and up over her flushed areolas. He was encouraged to feel some firmness beneath his fingers where her nipples hid. He spent a moment gently caressing her before dragging his hand down to join his other between her legs. Remembering something he saw in a video, he gently pinched her outer lips together so her clitoris was trapped within and then pulled them up and down to stroke it. Anna moaned softly. Bringing his hands together, he ran his thumbs down and up her smoothly-shaved outer lips. The down strokes pulled against her clitoris, the up strokes spread her open revealing the pink entrance to her vagina and the delicate petals of her inner lips. Down and up his thumbs stroked her, each time moving his thumbs inside a bit more and picking up her growing slickness. When they were wet enough he gently pinched each outer lip between a thumb and forefinger and pulled them apart a bit. Pulling down and then pushing up, in this way his fingers stroked every part of her outer lips and gently tugged against her clitoris without direct contact. "Oh that's good," Anna breathed. After several full strokes up and down her cleft, he felt his thumbs were wet enough to try touching her clitoris. He pushed them up against and over her bump, feeling its firmness. Anna gasped, and he looked up to her face. Her eyes were wide. "Wow," she said quietly. Encouraged, Jake spent some time pushing his thumbs up and down over her clitoris, feeling it get even more erect under his touch. Anna's breathing got faster. "Put a finger inside," she said. "Are you sure?" She nodded decisively, but her face showed nervousness. "I'm sure. I trust you. But just one finger, okay?" Jake nodded and turned his attention back between her legs. Keeping one thumb stroking her clitoris, he tenderly explored her opening with the forefinger of his other hand. Circling and teasing until he was sure his finger was lubricated enough, Jake watched her face as he pressed against her opening and his finger penetrated to the first knuckle. Anna's mouth jerked open in surprise. "Are you okay?" Jake asked. She nodded again, biting her lip. Jake slowly pulled his finger out part way, and then pushed in a little deeper. While his other hand kept slowly stroking her clitoris, he worked his finger in, out a little, in deeper, out a little, until finally his finger was fully buried in her. Anna breaths became slightly ragged with excitement. "How are you doing?" Jake asked. "Good," Anna said. "Really good. Something is definitely building." Jake smiled. He was doing it! Matching the rhythm of his thumb on her clitoris, he kept his finger straight and moved it out and in, out and in, out and in. The air was perfumed by the delicious scent of her arousal. Anna grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. Jake's erection throbbed to see her so excited. Trying to remember what he'd read about stimulating a woman's g-spot, he curved his finger up to stroke where he hoped it was. Anna gasped. "Oh god. Oh fuck. Don't stop!" Jake's hands were starting to tire, but he was determined to get her there. He increased the pace of the strokes on her clitoris. Anna's hips were moving in response to his touch. "I think... I'm... close," Anna said in between breaths. "Please... I need... just... something more." Jake was stumped. He didn't know what more he could do with his aching hands. He knew he had to think of something quickly. His judgment clouded by desperation and doubting whether this was for her or for his own selfish desires, he put his mouth on her clitoris. "Oh!" was all Anna managed to say. Having spent so much time with her naked, he had experienced her scent in a subtle way often. He found it familiar and comforting. But the taste, the direct contact on his tongue, the profound intimacy with the woman he loved so deeply made for an impossibly intense experience. Hoping to not lose the momentum, he gently sucked the hard center of her pleasure between his lips, against his tongue, in and out, and in and out, at increasing speed. He felt her hips match his fast rhythm, pushing herself against him. "Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!" Anna's head thrashed side to side as she was overwhelmed by sensation. Suddenly she cried out with a voice so deep he didn't recognize it. Everything seemed to get even wetter and then she pulled away from him and rolled over onto her side, hugging her knees and shuddering. Jake stared dumbfounded for a second before he realized what had happened. He scrambled up next to her on the couch and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. Every few seconds she would cry out again as her body convulsed. Together they rode the waves of her pleasure as the spasms repeated again, and again, each a bit less intense, until finally it was over. To be continued. By darrenr for Literotica

Platonic friends help with Intimate shaving, complicated by arousal. By darrenr.  Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. “There’s one thing, though,” Anna said hesitantly. “I’m nervous about wielding a razor in such a tender place when I can’t see very well down there. Would you, would you be willing to help me?” Jake swallowed. “Help, um, help you shave?” Anna nodded. “I know it’s a big favor. It’s no problem if you’d rather not.” Jake couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more than spend some quality time with Anna’s vagina. "There's one thing, though," Anna said hesitantly. "I'm nervous about wielding a razor in such a tender place when I can't see very well down there. Would you... would you be willing to help me?" Jake swallowed. "Help, um, help you shave?" Anna nodded. "I know it's a big favor. It's no problem if you'd rather not." Jake couldn't think of anything he wanted to do more than spend some quality time with Anna's vagina. "It's not that! I'm happy to help. It's just, I've never shaved a, um, you know, a..." "Vulva?" Anna said with a smirk. "It's okay to use the word. Anyway, neither have I! But you have the advantage of being able to see down there." "Okay, fair point," Jake said. "But it also means... well in order to do this, I'll need to..." Anna raised her eyebrows waiting for him to finish. "I'll be clean," Anna said. "I'm going to shower first, of course." Jake wasn't expecting that. He shook his head. "Oh, no, I'm not concerned about that. I just mean I'll need to... touch... you. There. You know, to shave you." Anna frowned. "Yes, hmm, I see the difficulty now. You've got a friend sincerely asking for your help with her most private place, and you're balking because even a clean vulva is, let's face it, pretty gross." "NO!" Jake said. "That's not it at all!" Anna looked hurt. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to yell. You're completely misunderstanding me. I don't think you're gross in any way. I don't think your... vulva is gross. At all. Not to be too corny about it, but I think your whole body is beautiful. Including your vag--, I mean, vulva." Anna looked skeptical. Jake grimaced. "I'm nervous because... well, you've said our relationship isn't sexual. I have to be honest with you. There's no way I can touch your body... your vulva... and not be affected. Sexually." Anna bit her lip and looked down, nodding. "I'm still figuring myself out. I think that experience with Andrew all those years ago affected me more than I realized. I don't know what I want, or what I feel. I just know I feel safe with you." She lifted her head to look him in the eye. "Do you think it's possible to just pretend that it's not sexual between us?" "Yes, I can do that," Jake said. "Though my body might react differently." Anna smiled in relief. "Then there's nothing to worry about. Once the novelty wears off, you'll realize what a tedious task you've volunteered for. Now come ON already." Her face bright with happiness, she jumped up from the couch, pulling him by the hand to the bathroom. "I'm happy to help shave you in return, of course." "That's probably safest," Jake said, trying to play it cool as he realized where she would be touching him. They showered together like normal. Anna got two fresh towels, spreading one on the floor of the bathroom and keeping the other folded as a pillow. She unwrapped a new razor and put it, along with a can of shaving cream, beside the towel. Lying down on her back, she stretched her legs out and spread them apart. "Do you think I should shave it all or keep a patch of hair?" she asked. Jake stood transfixed by the sight, contemplating her lovely bush. It was full and fluffy and beautiful, with light brown hair looking impossibly soft. Part of him didn't want her to shave it, but only part of him. "We could definitely leave a patch of hair if you want. Though even if you start fully shaved it would grow back soon." "Good point. Let's just shave it all to start." She reached for the can of shaving cream. "Wait," Jake said. "When I've shaved my beard in the past it worked much better when I clipped the hair short first. Otherwise the razor gets clogged. I have some small mustache scissors, if you want?" "Good idea," Anna agreed. Jake dug in his drawer until he found the scissors, and then turned to face her and froze. Could he really do this? He felt a bit faint at the thought of accidentally cutting her. "It's okay, Jake. I know you're going to be gentle. Go ahead and start!" She smiled nervously at him. "But please be careful." Jake took a deep breath and knelt between her open legs. He'd never been this close, and his greedy eyes took in every detail. He looked up to her face, framed at this angle by her lovely breasts, and she gave him an encouraging nod. Taking a deep breath, Jake raised his empty hand toward her and gently grabbed a tuft of hair. It was even softer than it looked. "Your hair is beautiful. Are you sure you want me to cut it?" Anna rolled her eyes. "Yes, I'm sure. Let's do it!" Slowly, Jake brought the scissors up and snipped off a chunk of hair. Realizing he needed a place to collect it, he spread out a tissue. Anna watched him intently, propped up on her elbows. Carefully he worked, gathering and snipping, gathering and snipping. He gently brushed the loose hairs off her after trimming everything above her cleft. "How are you doing?" Jake asked. "Thank you for being so gentle. I would be a nervous wreck doing this myself." "It's my pleasure," Jake said automatically, before realizing how intensely true the statement was. Quickly, he added, "Are you ready for me to continue working down... lower?" "You mean on my vulva?" She laughed. "Please use the names of my body parts, you silly." "Sorry, you're right. Are you ready for me to trim your vulva?" "Absolutely, please go ahead," Anna said with a smile, though he still saw nervousness in her eyes. She dropped back onto the towel pillow, her breathing only a little shaky. Looking at her tender folds, Jake felt his palms sweating and his heart beating furiously. Gently, so gently, he touched his finger to the top of her cleft and drew it down to tease out the hairs trapped within. It took a few tries to get the hairs pulled off the bit of her inner labia that sat flush with her cleft. Careful to hold the scissors so he could see exactly where they cut and terrified of hurting her, he trimmed down the length of her outer lips. Anna's hips twitched a little. "That tickles!" "Sorry! I'm not trying to tickle you." "I know, it's just a bit of sensory overload. Can you please just pause for a minute and press your palm against my skin, just to give my nerves a minute to calm down?" "Skin? Don't you mean 'vulva'?" Jake said. Anna laughed. "Fair point! Yes, please put your hand over my vulva to calm it down." Jake put his palm against her cleft and felt its warmth, relishing the intimacy. Anna sighed and took a few deep breaths. "Okay, I'm good. Keep going." "Could you please spread your legs a bit wider, so I can trim at the base of your legs?" "Sure thing!" Anna said. She bent her knees, bringing her feet up to rest against the sides of Jake's legs as he knelt before her. Her outer lips were pulled apart, revealing moist pinkness inside. Her lovely scent grew stronger in his nose. Jake felt his erection jump. At least she couldn't see his obvious arousal now. A few more minutes of careful clipping and he was done. He couldn't be sure, but her inner lips looked wetter than before. He gently brushed the loose hairs away from her cleft and onto the tissue. Remembering how it might tickle, he placed his palm over everything again to relieve her. "Would you like me to clip, um, further down?" Then, remembering her earlier admonishment, added, "Around your, uh, anus?" Anna giggled as she sat up, her cheeks a little red. Anna bit her lip. "I suppose getting embarrassed at this point is silly. Yes, please trim down there, too." She turned over onto her knees and pushed her bottom into the air, giving Jake his first clear view between her cheeks. His heart yearned with affection for her, the desire to care for her, even her cute little butthole. Only a few wisps of hair grew back there, and he was soon finished clipping. "Okay, I think we're ready to start shaving," Jake said. "Does it make sense to do that in the tub with lots of warm water?" "Definitely the tub, but we're not ready yet. I need to clip you!" "Oh!" Jake said, "I forgot." It was true. He was disappointed to realize he was quite erect, and with no way to hide it. "Well come on, trade places with me!" Jake stood up, his massive erection hanging out in the open air. He lay on his back feeling exposed and embarrassed. Anna knelt between his legs, and then she picked up his feet and brought them against the sides of her legs, so he was spread apart like she had been. His straining dick pointed up at the wall somewhere above his head. "Sorry about that," he said, gesturing toward his erection. "Don't be!" Anna replied. "I think it actually works better to have the skin stretched out for this. See if you can keep it that way. Are you ready?" "Sure, go ahead," Jake answered. He didn't expect it to be difficult to stay hard with her breath gently tickling his shaft. Sitting up on his elbows, he watched her gently grab a tuft of hair and clip it. She looked up to make sure he was okay, and then resumed careful clipping. Her breasts hung down in a lovely way as she bent over him clipping. Jake put his head back on the towel pillow and tried to relax, her every touch thrilling him. "I didn't realize hairs grew up the shaft of your penis." "Yeah it's pretty nasty." "No, it's not nasty," Anna said. "Just interesting." He felt her fingers gingerly wrap around his shaft. "Wow, the skin is so soft. It's a weird contrast with the hardness beneath the skin." Jake relished the feel of her hand on him and listened to the soft swish of the scissors. "Are you doing okay?" Anna asked. She paused and kept her hand still on his hardness, the same anti-tickling strategy he'd used on her. It felt so nice. Jake was far more than okay, though he didn't dare say that. He tilted his head up to look at her. "Perfectly comfortable. Thank you for being so careful." She smiled at him, and then returned to her trimming. Her tongue poked out between her lips the same way it did when she was focused on some electronics soldering project. Seeing her so dedicated to caring for him made his ridiculous dick strain against her fingers. "Everything is more dynamic down here than I thought," Anna said. Jake sat up again to give her a questioning look. "I suppose it's obvious. It just hadn't occurred to me. Like, when you're hard it's not simply rigid. It's constantly softening a bit and re-hardening. I can even feel your pulse! And your scrotum moves!" Jake laughed. "Yeah I guess it's all pretty weird." "Not weird! Interesting." Anna moved her hand down to his scrotum, her fingers gently stroking it as she trimmed hairs. "Alright, flip over so I can trim your... um," Anna giggled for a second before continuing. "Your anus." Jake dreaded this, but he complied. "Oh, I like how this seam of skin connects to your scrotum. This is so interesting!" A few more minutes of trimming and then she was done. "Okay NOW we're ready for the shaving part," Anna said brightly. Jake righted himself and helped clean up the tissues of trimmed pubic hair. There was a lot of hair. "Wow, look at us all trimmed!" Anna said, looking back and forth between the two trimmed crotches. "It feels cooler already. This is going to be great!" She started the water running and moved the new razor and can of shaving cream to the edge of the tub. They climbed in together and sat facing each other in the rising water. "This is fun," Anna said. "I know it must be weird and tedious for you. I really appreciate you doing this with me." "Are you kidding?" Jake said. "I'm having fun too. It's not tedious at all." Anna pulled herself up to sit on the edge of the tub and handed Jake the can of shaving cream. Still sitting in the water, he scooted toward her as she spread her legs apart. Jake squirted some shaving cream into his hand. "Ready?" he asked. Anna nodded, but he could see that her smile was a bit forced. He didn't blame her for being nervous. He knew he felt more than nervous, and was grateful his hands remained steady. Jake dabbed the cream on the clipped-short hairs above her cleft and massaged it in with circular motions of his fingertips. Then he carefully dragged the razor in downward strokes, with the grain of her hair, stretching her skin flat as needed. Rinsing the razor often, he made sure to avoid re-shaving the same patch of skin. Finally, he was done with her pubic mound and rinsed her with cupped handfuls of water. "Nicely done, Jake!" Anna said, stroking the smooth skin with her hand. "Very nicely done." Jake smiled, feeling pleased with his work. "Are you ready for me to shave your vulva now?" "Yes please!" Anna replied, though he could tell her enthusiasm was trying to conceal her nervousness. Jake squirted more cream in his hand and dabbed it on either side of her cleft. With both hands he gently rubbed cream along the inside of her legs and along her outer lips. Glancing up to check on her, he saw her cheeks were flushed. Did his touches feel good to her, or was that simply terror? Anna gave him a reassuring smile. Jake tried to focus. Continuing the short downward strokes, Jake gently drew the razor along her outer lips. Terrified of hurting her, with his other hand he stretched the skin flat and pulled it away from her inner labia as he shaved. After several minutes of careful work, she was shaved as far down as he could work at this angle. He brought up cupped handfuls of water to rinse and carefully stroked her skin feeling for any spots he might have missed. After a few touch-up strokes, he felt satisfied. "How is that?" Jake asked, looking up to her face. Anna's cheeks were even more flushed, and she bit her lower lip. She broke out into a big smile. "Wow, Jake, you did a great job!" She explored all the shaved places with her fingers. "It feels so strange." "I didn't do a perfect job," Jake said. "I was afraid of giving you a razor burn, so I went for gentleness over thoroughness." "Thank you for being so careful. The whole time I knew I was in safe hands." "You're beautiful," Jake said softly, lost in thought staring at her smooth cleft. Then, catching himself, "I think it looks great! Want me to finish your, uh, anus?" "Definitely!" Anna said. She dipped her bottom in the tub water to get everything freshly wet and turned over on her knees to present her bottom to him. Jake put shaving cream along the inside of each bottom cheek. A few careful strokes of the razor later he was finished, and he stopped to admire his work on her beautiful body. "All done!" he announced. Anna sat back down in the tub. "Alright, your turn now. Up on the edge of the tub!" While shaving Anna, Jake was so focused on being careful that his misbehaving dick shrunk down to nearly normal. Spreading his legs and presenting himself to Anna, however, quickly brought it back to fully erect. "Thank you," she said. "I was worried how I would do this properly if your penis wasn't erect. Are you ready?" Jake nodded, and Anna started rubbing shaving cream into his pubic hair. Looking down he watched her beautiful face, completely focused on her task. Her breasts, so comforting to see, jiggled as she moved. Part of him was very present, relishing her touches and attention. Another part of him was so deep in thought it was almost like having an out of body experience. Anna was the one person he cared most about in the whole world. She was his closest friend, the person who most understood him. When he was away from her, he missed her. When he was with her, he felt utterly content. His place didn't feel like home unless she was there too. This wasn't mere physical lust, though there was plenty of that as well. He truly loved her. The trouble was he didn't see a way to tell her this, without risking messing up what he already had. The thought of frightening her off, of not sharing this intimacy with her, was too horrible to consider. Seeing the way she touched him, though, so carefully and tenderly, it was hard to believe she didn't have any sexual feelings for him. "There we go," Anna said, waking him from his reverie. Jake looked down to see himself thoroughly hairless. He didn't get time to really look before she turned him over to shave between his butt cheeks. A minute later she was finished. They rinsed off in the shower and stood next to each other in front of the mirror to admire the results. "We look fantastic. I love this!" Anna said. "You look amazing," Jake said. "So do you!" Anna was striking poses in the mirror. "Oh, I almost forgot. We need to moisturize." She dug in her drawer and pulled out a bottle of lotion. "It's a very gentle lotion suitable for the whole body. Do you mind if I apply it?" Jake shook his head and Anna straightened the towel on the floor for him to lie down upon. Anna used both hands on him to gently massage lotion everywhere she had shaved, including the shaft of his rock-hard dick and his smooth ball sack. Unlike shaving, he was obviously capable of applying lotion to himself without danger. But if she wanted to touch him and be touched by him, he certainly wasn't going to argue. He was surprised to find Anna spreading the lotion beyond the shaved areas, carefully rubbing it over his chest, arms, and legs. "Okay, flip over," she said, and Jake carefully arranged his erection as he did so. She rubbed lotion on his back, over his bottom, and lastly deep between his butt cheeks. Being touched all over felt incredible. "There you go," Anna said. "Now it's my turn, if you don't mind trading places." She handed him the bottle of lotion and lay down on her back with her legs apart. "It's safe for use on genitals, but all the same when you moisturize the outer lips of my vulva please try not to get any inside." Jake nodded and then proceeded to gently rub lotion into her skin. Anna sighed with her eyes closed. "That feels nice. If you don't mind, please put lotion on the rest of my body too." Jake hesitated briefly. He felt uncertain about everything except that he wanted this. Whatever doubts swirled in his mind, he wasn't able to resist the invitation. First, he worked down her legs, and then back up to her hips. He slowed down a bit when he reached her belly. In spite of everywhere he had touched her, he hadn't yet touched her breasts, or even her belly. Unsure how to proceed, he rubbed lotion up her sides to her shoulders and down her arms, afraid of touching her breasts. It wasn't surprising Anna wouldn't let this continue, though. "Please moisturize my breasts too," she said. A simple enough sentence, and yet for a second Jake felt paralyzed. Jake thought back to when she first showed them to him. This was the invitation he'd been hoping for ever since. Putting more lotion on each hand, he made circular motions around her shoulders, then her upper chest. He ran both hands down her sternum, feeling the inner edges of her breasts. At last he pushed up from beneath each breast as his lotion-greased palms crested the peaks and felt her firm areolas. Afraid of ruining the moment, he kept his hands in motion, circling back down over her breasts from above, then in from the outside, out from between them, trying to memorize their contours with his fingers. When he felt like he could no longer pretend they needed more lotion he reluctantly asked her to flip over. She smiled at him and sighed happily as she did so. Rubbing lotion on her back, he was happy to feel his arousal calming down. As fascinated as he would always be by her breasts, her adorable bottom, her tender folds and all the wonders hidden within, those treasures meant nothing on their own. What he loved was Anna the person, everything about her, the whole package. She said she wanted to at least pretend that their relationship was not sexual. He tried to respect her request, but it wasn't easy. His fingers kneaded the muscles of her back and she moaned in pleasure. Jake felt warm contentment in his heart. He finished by putting a last squirt of lotion on his fingertips and pushing them deep between the cheeks of her bottom and caressing her sweet little butthole. They washed the lotion off their hands and then resumed admiring themselves in the mirror. "I can't get over how great this looks. And how great it feels! Everything is tingly and fresh. Thank you, thank you for doing this with me. I didn't have the courage to do it by myself." "You look amazing," Jake said. "I think my hairy legs look a little silly next to my shaved crotch, but you're right: It certainly does feel great!" "Next time we can try shaving your legs too, if you want." "Sure," Jake said, not caring about his legs but loving the mention of a 'next time.' "All that close detail work has given me an appetite," Anna said. "Come on." After a visit to the kitchen they ended up on their usual spots beside each other on the couch, sitting cross-legged facing each other. "I can't get over how different it looks," Anna said, staring between her legs and stroking the smooth skin there. "I feel truly naked now. It feels great!" She looked Jake in the eye. "Thank you. I know this was a lot to ask of you." Jake swallowed and nodded. It had been an ordeal of desire mixed with terror and he was both relieved it was over and hoping he would get another opportunity. "Happy to," he said. Anna smiled at him and looked back down at her shaved crotch. Quietly, she said, "I didn't realize how good it would feel to be touched by you. Is it wrong to enjoy that even though our relationship isn't sexual?" Jake felt his cheeks get warm. Why did she keep insisting this was not sexual? He didn't want to ruin this amazing development, but he was also tired of this charade. "I thought we were only pretending it wasn't," Jake said. Anna looked like she wanted to say something, but she didn't. Jake sighed. "Anna, come on. My penis is hard around you all the time because obviously I am sexually attracted to you. And I don't know, but it seemed possible you were experiencing some sexual feelings as well." Anna looked like she was going to object, though no words came out. "That doesn't mean we have to do anything about it, but it seems silly to deny what's plainly happening here." Anna brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them to cover herself. Jake had a sinking feeling in his chest. Had he ruined everything? "I don't want to have sex," Anna said, looking down. "I know that!" Jake said. "Of course I know that. All I mean is I think it's okay to be honest with each other." Anna looked back up at him, gratitude in her eyes. "You don't hate me?" Jake laughed. "I don't hate you at all." I love you, he didn't say. "It's okay to like being touched, even if that's all we do?" Anna asked. Jake nodded. Relieved, Anna put her knees back down. "Scoot over," she said. As Jake did, she arranged herself sitting beside him with her legs splayed apart. With one hand she operated the remote control, and with the other she picked up Jake's hand and placed it between her legs with a contented sigh. Shaving Routines. They decided Tuesday and Friday mornings were the best days to shave each other. Under the pretense of skin moisturization she insisted every morning include giving each other the full-body lotion treatment after they showered. It took time, but Jake hardly felt like objecting. Watching TV on the couch together, if it wasn't too hot, always involved touching. Sometimes she'd pull his arm around her and settle his hand on one of her breasts. Sometimes she'd spread her legs and press his fingers against her cleft. Often her hand would gently rest atop his dick. There was more general touching, too. She started hugging him when she arrived in the morning, and when she said good night in the evenings. Touching his hand while they were talking, or just leaning against him when she was beside him. At first, it felt awkward. He feared touching her too greedily and throwing this wonderful situation out of balance. Before long, though, the physical contact with Anna became natural. More than natural, it became important. He felt such closeness with her, such intimacy. He learned to read what she needed. Sometimes it was obvious, like when she would throw her legs over his lap on the couch and spread her knees apart: That meant she wanted his hand over her warm cleft. Other times it was something more subtle, like squeezing her own shoulder to signal her back muscles needed rubbing. Often, they just exchanged brief touches, like if she was busy soldering and he gently put his palm on her spine as he walked by her workbench. Jake was proud of his dick, as stupid as it was. It eventually got the message this vagina he was spending so much quality time with was not open for intercourse and calmed right down. Somewhere in his heart lived a lump of fear that she didn't love him as he loved her, but he tried to focus on the bright side. Jake loved this intimacy with Anna and couldn't bear the thought of losing it. Wouldn't he gladly remain a virgin if only he could stay with her? Wouldn't he?   To be continued. By darrenr for Literotica

He agrees to be her ‘focus group’ for demoing toys in the adult toy store. (fetish) By Norweger.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. ‘Can I help you?’ I glanced aside from the colourful products on display right in front of me, blushing mildly. The shopkeeper had done the rounds, and I, being lost in thought in front of the ‘Toys; male, solo’ shelf hadn’t noticed her approaching. Well, I could hardly deny I was thinking of buying a Fleshlight, as I held one; well, a securely wrapped one, luckily; in my hands as I met her friendly gaze. ‘I, ah…’ Fuck. Going to an adult toy shop shouldn’t be embarrassing, should it? My cheeks and earlobes grew pretty pink. ‘Well, I’m just browsing, to be honest, I…’She nodded. 'Those are real good, by the way.’ She giggled. ‘Well, good quality. Easy to keep clean. Rugged. For obvious reasons, I haven’t taken one for a test drive myself.’ I chuckled, feeling my awkwardness recede a bit. That’s one way of putting it. ‘For obvious reasons…’ I thought before answering ‘Well, I could hardly expect you to have, could I? That being said, shops like this are quite particular, no? Normally, asking the shopkeeper for recommendations and whether she’d used the product herself would be reasonable, but here, I guess it would get me me-too’d right away? How do you actually reply if someone holds up something and asks, well, is this one any good?’ I smiled weakly while feeling my cheeks getting rosier again, hoping I hadn’t overstepped any bounds. I got a chuckle for my trouble. ‘Well, please try to keep the exciting images out of your mind, but to tell you the truth, we do test quite a lot of the stuff we sell.’ She blushed a little, herself. ‘Well, we must buy them, of course, though at a steep discount.’ She turned her gaze down as the sentence trailed off, giving me a chance to look her over without being too obvious about it as the images she’d been warning me about started to manifest themselves to my inner eye. I guessed she could be in her early thirties, a few years younger than me. Quite cute, slender, narrow hips, a loose-fitting, turquoise sweater doing its best to hide her ample bosom… I’d already undressed her in my mind, trying to imagine her testing the huge dildos in the glass display cabinet right behind her. Oh no, I hadn’t been blushing earlier. Now; NOW I was blushing. She lifted her gaze again and giggled. ‘Let me guess. Exciting images?’ I could hardly deny it, and she could hardly take affront, either. I turned my own gaze down, intensely studying my rather rumpled leather boots. There was no way in hell I’d be able to meet her stare while saying it. ‘Oh, guilty as charged.’ I made a helpless gesture with my arm towards the toys on display ‘I imagined both this and that, I’ll admit.’ ‘Well, there’s a reason we don’t have fitting rooms, you know!’ Her giggle turned to a quick laugh which she stifled as quickly. I felt my mood rise just by hearing it; it had a chirping quality, sounded almost like a bird’s cry. In improving spirits; and, frankly, quite turned on; this young, cute woman had more or less told me that she test ran a lot of the toys in the store. Now my eyes wandered around the room, desperate not to meet her stare, while every time I saw something titillating I imagined her using it on herself. Not that there was anything extraordinary about a woman in her thirties enjoying herself, but the mere thought, as she was standing two feet away from me… Fuck. I was rock hard. I hoped it wasn’t too obvious. Here goes nothing. Had I first said A, I might as well say B, too. I felt a bit braver, thinking we could spin a bit on this, while still keeping it innocent. She looked amused, too. ‘That’s kind of unfair, though, isn’t it? Any woman walking into this store can get, ah, expert advice, whereas I, as a man, will have to take your word for it ‘Oh, this one is good; I haven’t tried it, but it is good, believe me!’ She laughed. Loud. ‘I swear to all that’s holy, had we ever had a male shop assistant here, he’d be loaded down with all the male solo toys we could muster and be told to test the hell out of them; and take notes while he was at it!’ She turned serious. ‘Wouldn’t do you much good, though; I’d be most surprised if there’s even a single man in town who’d casually ask another if that sex toy of his was any good or not.’ I’d have to give her that. Chitchatting about sex did come a lot easier when I did it with a woman. ‘Just that. There’s a reason we’re all women working here,’ she smiled. ‘Women sell better to both men and women than, say, a fifty-something, balding, pudgy male in a soiled T-shirt and sweat pants.’ She chuckled. ‘Beg your pardon for letting my prejudices shine through, by the way.’ I laughed out loud again, realizing I was getting close to asking her what she did once she’d closed shop; she had, in a few minutes since I’d become aware she even existed, shown herself to be one of those all too rare people who could get me in a good mood simply by being there; and that she could quip about sex and seemingly be at ease was an added bonus. Plus, of course, she was incredibly cute. I caught the warm, brown eyes peering out under her unruly mop of reddish hair, trying to come up with a suitable response before the silence became awkward or she trotted on through the shop, ending our moment. She glanced down at her watch, and my heart sank like a stone; opportunity wasted, I thought; until I heard what she had to say. ‘Look… Now I want you to be real careful; not getting the wrong idea as to what I am suggesting, okay? You are not going to have sex with me, capisce?’ Well, she had my full and undivided attention, even if I wouldn’t get to sleep with her. I nodded, firmly. No fucking her. OK. ‘I’m about to close shop, now. If you, ahem, would like to test the fleshlight before you buy it, you can do so, okay? But, you’re going to have to buy it afterwards, obviously. The lube is on the house.’ I gawked at her. Wow. I nodded, numbly. This couldn’t be, could it? But I wouldn’t want to miss this for the world. I nodded again, vigorously. She smiled a quick smile, then went to the entrance to lock the doors, glancing over her shoulder at me as she did so, throwing me another smile. Returning, she grabbed a bottle of lube from a shelf, and motioned for me to follow her as she walked past. As if I needed any prodding. ‘It’d probably be best to use our office, rather than have you go at it here under the bright lights,’ she suggested softly. I just shrugged. I’d follow her anywhere. My cock was rather a simpleton. As we exited a door with a 'staff only’ sign at the back of the shop, we entered the kind of storeroom you’ll find somewhere in any shop in the world; shelves stocked with all kinds of goods, except… Well, these goods were very much adult toys. Darting past a crate packed to the gunwales with inflatable dolls; inflated!, she giggled ‘Meet last year’s Christmas decorations; we couldn’t sell them, but neither could we bring ourselves to throw them away…’ I shook my head, dumbfounded. She nodded towards a green door near the corner of the storeroom ‘That’s where you’ll get to find out if the fleshlight is any good…’ She opened the door, hinges groaning. ‘I’ve been meaning to grease those for ages, wonder if I can use this lube?’ she mused as we entered a small-ish, run-down office. Lots of papers were covering just about any horizontal surface; a desk with a computer and a phone on it and a small coffee table in front of a battered old sofa tucked into a corner; piles of merchandise along the far wall. Nodding towards the sofa, she suggested I take a seat before seating herself on the office chair by the desk. ‘I hope you don’t mind me watching. After all, I have a certain, um, professional interest in seeing how you get along with it, you know.’, throwing me another smile; a warm, seemingly genuine one. She didn’t appear to be wholly untouched, herself. I fumbled with the packaging. What sadist had invented welded plastic? Probably a good thing when it came to protecting sex toys on display, but when you were about to unwrap it to try it out? Not so much. My audience reached for a pair of scissors and motioned for me to lob her the fleshlight. ‘You get out of your jeans, I’ll get this out, OK?’ she suggested. I nodded, still not trusting my voice to bear. I hardly needed any more encouragement. I tugged at my belt, seconds later dropping my jeans to the floor, stepping out of them. My briefs were unceremoniously shoved down my thighs, and as I rose again, my almost painfully erect cock pointed arrogantly at the ceiling, the shopkeeper raising her eyebrows a little and giggling softly as she took the sight in while cutting open the packaging separating me from instant bliss. With a satisfied ‘Hah! Finally!’ she pulled the fleshlight from its by now shredded plastic cover and reached over to hand it to me. I shamelessly ogled her cleavage before reverting to holding her gaze. ‘As I said, this is good shit. You won’t be able to destroy this one during normal use…’ She proceeded to explain how important it was to clean it after use, stressing that they had both suitable toy cleaner and disinfectant in the store. ‘Most gentle for the silicone, that stuff; unlike the dish soap most people tend to use…’ Her sentence trailed off, apparently she got struck by the same thing I had; that this was an absurd time to discuss maintenance. ‘My apologies, I got a bit carried away. Here.’ Accepting the toy, I glanced over at the bottle of lube perched on the edge of her desk. Turning around, she reached the bottle and spun back to present it to me. ‘There you go, put lots in the fleshlight, some around the entrance and a little on your johnson, and you’re good to go.’ Nodding, I did as she had suggested; an ample spurt of lube into the pale, pink thingy, then a little around the sculpted pussy lips. Bah, in a way it would have been better if they hadn’t tried so hard to make it look like the real thing. ‘Seeing as you wanted my observations, I think it would have been better if it was just an opening, not modeled to look like a real pussy; you know, no matter how good this may turn out to be, it can’t possibly compare to the real thing…’ ‘Doh,’ she exclaimed as she rolled her eyes. ‘I should have mentioned that, there’s a neutral version, too; and, believe it or not, a few which are supposedly modeled after famous porn stars’ pussies, whether you believe it or not. Anyway, they probably all feel the same; just look at something, anything else while you’re using it.’ I’d be lying if I claimed I thought it would matter much what it looked like once it was wrapped around me. Squirting a wee bit of lube in the palm of my hand, I stroked myself a couple of times, ensuring I got some on the purplish, swollen head, too; unless I slipped in unhindered, I’d be sore afterwards, of that I was certain. Positioning the fleshlight against the glans, I looked over at the shopkeeper. She stared back, eagerly anticipating my next move; not that she’d have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what that would be. Gently pressing the fleshlight towards me, I slid into my first silicone pussy. It was just tight enough to feel natural-ish, I’d hand the designers that; but it felt rather cold and, well, dead. ‘What’s it like?’ she asked, voice quivering slightly. ‘Oh, not too bad,’ I replied ‘Though it does feel a bit cold and. ah, dead, if I may say so at the moment, but that should improve shortly…’ Giving it a couple of strokes, I could already feel it begin to warm up. She raised her stare from my fleshlight-wrapped member to meet mine. ‘Fuck me, I really am not doing my job properly, now; I just remembered that the manufacturer recommend that you put it in warm water for a few minutes before use, precisely to avoid that corpse bride-feeling. My apologies.’ I nodded. ‘That’d probably do the trick, I’m sure. However…’; I let it slide back and forth a few times, feeling the soft silicone caress my oh-so-erect cock; ‘it does feel really good, don’t get me wrong; and it keeps getting warmer by the second!’ Having said that, I stroked myself in silence for a few moments, slowly, deliberately; pulling it off me until my cock emerged from it, exposing the swollen, lube-glistening head for my very attentive audience, then shoving myself into it again. Oh yes, it felt better and better. While no one would ever mistake it for the real thing; well, no one who had ever had the good fortune to have the real thing wrapped around oneself, anyway; it definitely felt good, much better than a simple handjob. ‘It keeps getting better,’ I grunted. ‘Would work better still if one could take it out of the casing, though; you know, to adjust the pressure, using it as a sleeve over my cock; would feel more alive, then.’ She nodded. ‘I’ll keep that in mind, in case someone asks. I believe you can take it out for cleaning, by the way; so you could probably, um, go au-naturel on it, if that’s your preference.’; before again staring at my cock sliding in and out of the toy, mesmerised. I felt like I was being on display; quite naturally, seeing as that was just what I was; but caught myself enjoying it. My audience was really cute and sexy as hell; well, truth be told, I’d probably find even Margaret Thatcher hot as fuck if she had stared at my masturbating with that sultry look my watcher now sent me; but I digress. I was turned on, way beyond what I would have been had I been doing the deed at home, alone. I coughed softly, then slowing the pace a bit as I caught her stare again. ‘Uh, I know there won’t be any actual sex, that’s not what I’m fishing for now, but… Would you mind, ah, could I… Well, have a little glimpse of your charms? Some bare skin? Just to help me over the edge?’ I must have looked like a pleading puppy, as she burst into laughter, luckily a good-natured one. After first shaking her head, she apparently had second thoughts and nodded. I swallowed. This intensely erotic moment was about to become even hotter. Grabbing the hem of her sweater, she pulled it over her head and revealed a black, low-cut bra and ample cleavage. Lovely, pillowy, full breasts. My pace picked up. ‘Don’t you think about touching me, don’t even reach for me, OK?’ she said, sternly. I nodded, hoping I looked like I’d be true to my word. God knows how reliable one looks when masturbating to the sight of the girl asking you to keep your hands off her. She apparently found my promise good enough, and, after reaching behind her back for a second, the bra fell into her lap and her breasts swung free. I swallowed again, almost in disbelief. They were really beautiful; round, full and pillowy, large, but not so large as to be saggy; they proudly stood form her chest, slightly pear-shaped, milky white and crowned by the largest, weakly drawn areolas I’d ever seen, pale pink, crested with nipples looking as if you’d be able to cut glass with them, so hard were they. She was amazing, and I wasted no time telling her so as my cock hardened further still inside the silicone wrapper I was now doing my best to fuck the daylights out of while keeping my eyes locked on the shopkeeper, occasionally falling to her wonderful breasts, but mostly maintaining eye contact. She leant back in her chair, her breasts gently parting. My turn to be mesmerised. I could already feel the familiar tingling telling me my strokes were numbered and my orgasm forthcoming; I’d be done for shortly. The fleshlight was now at body temperature, and felt much, much more lifelike, albeit still no match for a woman, I grunted through clenched teeth ‘no muscles milking me, no body thrust against mine, no hands feverishly stroking over my back, hugging me close as orgasm approaches; but it does feel pretty… pretty damned good!’ Nodding absentmindedly, she stroked a hand over her right breast, cupping it, then pinching her nipple between her thumb and index finger, moaning softly. ‘I’m about to cum,’ I grunted, snapping her back to reality. ‘Oh, please do it in that one, huh?’, she nodded to an empty mug on the table between us. ‘I want to see you cum.’ I nodded, feverishly working my cock with the latest addition to my meagre sex toy collection. ‘Lean forward, please’, I snapped ‘I want to see those lovely tits swaying under you…’ Laughingly, she obliged, leaning forward, then rocking side to side. ‘Like this, huh?’ she teased, smiling warmly at me as the heavy globes swayed back and forth under her. Yes. Just like that. There was no use trying to hold back. Two more strokes, and I could feel my orgasm erupting, a tad before I’d expected it to. And here I was, figuring I had it under control… I jerked the fleshlight off my cock, throwing it on the floor, sending spurt after spurt of cum over the table, grasping for the mug, missing, shooting another spurt halfway across the room towards her; at least it felt like it; before finally grabbing the mug and shooting the last, feeble spurt into it. I felt my earlobes glow with embarrassment as I came in for landing after the massive orgasm, only to see the mess I’d made; cum streaks over invoices, a pack of cigarettes, the table itself, a lighter… My companion laughed, totally losing it in a fit of laughter, her breasts jiggling as she shook ‘You should’ve seen yourself!!!’, she eventually gasped, regaining some control over herself. ‘It was the most absurd sight I’ve ever seen, so incredibly hot, you in the midst of such an orgasm, frantically trying to grab my old mug…’ I joined her, a bit hesitantly at first. It had indeed been comedy hour. I hoped there wasn’t a surveillance camera here, for if it did, I’d be bound to find myself on some amateur blooper reel shortly. ‘Never mind, though,’ she giggled. ‘I’ll get that cleaned up in no time. Without getting her sweater back on, she left the room. Seconds later I heard the tell-tale sound of water pouring from a faucet and paper being torn from a roll. She returned, hand full of tissue paper, and handed me some. ‘Here, clean yourself up; then I’ll show you how to clean your latest conquest afterwards.’ She leaned in over the table and cleaned up any trace of my little indiscretion. I really had to fight the urge to reach out and touch the lovely form right in front of my eyes; but managed. I’d promised, after all; and I’d had a wonderful experience, I wouldn’t want to ruin it by doing anything which might scare or offend her in any way. I leaned back in the sofa while cleaning most of the lube off my semi-erect cock, softly caressing it as I stared hungrily at her, finishing up the table. I followed her to the cupboard next to the office; standing close to her; still dressed like Venus of Milo, only with arms; in the tiny room, I could feel the warmth of her body against mine as she fumbled the fleshlight open, taking out the silicone innards. ‘Just hold it under lukewarm water, first, to get rid of your cum and the lube, then wipe it clean with a little bit of the toy cleaner I’ll give you when we’re back in the shop and it’ll be ready for its next outing.’ She glanced up at me, noting my attention was on her, rather than on the most useful instructions she were supplying. ‘Better leave it outside its sheath overnight to allow it to dry properly,’ she said. ‘Well, unless you find you prefer to use just the inner sleeve, of course.’ Quick smile. With that, she handed the toy back to me. ‘Just head back out in the shop, you. I’ll be with you in a minute, just need to get dressed.’ I was treated to a smile too cute to be believed, and I was bright enough not to overstay my welcome by asking for just a few more glimpses of her. I threw a last, longing glance at her beautiful, curvy shape, met her gaze; a rather lustful one at that!; and smiled at her. ‘I’ll do some window shopping, then, see if I find more playthings catching my fancy.’ I then turned and briskly headed back into the shop, again passing the surreal pile of inflatable dolls, one still sporting a santa’s cap. She sure took her time getting dressed; I imagined she’d figured she needed a release, too. Hell, yeah - when she appeared in the door from the storeroom, she was still basking in that wonderful post-orgasmic bliss you can spot from a mile away. ‘Getting a bit carried away, are we?’ I quipped in a mock stern tone. ‘How professional is it really to masturbate in the rear while there’s customers waiting in the shop, huh?’ She smiled sheepishly. ‘Busted. Fuck, I was so horny while you did your thing I almost leapt at you!’ I laughed. ‘Glad to hear you enjoyed yourself, too; and with any luck you now know a bit more about, ah; your inventory?’ She giggles. ‘Sure do, I can’t wait until the next time some sod comes by, cheekily suggesting I can’t possibly know how this one feels…’ She worked the till. ‘I’m giving you this at a discount,’ she laughed. ‘It is the first time I’ve ever sold a used toy. The lube and cleaner is on the house, promise me you’ll take good care of your new friend!’ I promised, and took my chances embracing her briefly. ‘Mind if I come back for some more shopping sometime?’ I asked, voice thick with lust. She looked at me, quizzically, then shrugged. ‘Well, I happen to have another couple of toys which I could use some user feedback on…’ she suggested with a smile. ‘I’ll be back in a couple of weeks,’ I said by way of goodbye. Heading for the doors, I realised I’d be pounding the fleshlight again seconds after returning home. I was already hard again… By Norweger for Literotica

How long can naked friends resist becoming lovers? By darrenr. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. “Breasts, yes. I want to show you my breasts,” Anna said, making a simple request that complicated everything. Jake instinctively glanced down at her chest, before wrenching his gaze back to her face. His mind raced in useless circles around a single thought: Danger! “But you have to promise to tell me if that would make you uncomfortable,” Anna said. “I can only ask you this favor because our friendship is both close and solidly non-romantic. I completely understand if my request is just too flippin’ weird!” Jake had never been less comfortable in his life. This felt like a bad idea. He wanted it anyway. Feeling ashamed of himself, Jake forced himself to think. Anna wouldn’t ask unless it was important to her. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings, so he tried a joke. “Compared to eating the terrible chicken dinner you made last night, this sounds like a walk in the park.” Anna erupted in giggling. She was clearly nervous, but it was comforting to hear her infectious laugh. That, at least, felt normal. They met about a year ago, neighbors moving in on the same day. She had a kind face. If she wore makeup, it wasn’t enough to notice. She was an inch taller, had brown eyes and long blonde hair–brilliantly shining blonde–always in a ponytail. Her face seemed to have only two states: stern concentration or an easy smile. She had a solid aspect to her figure but wasn’t fat. Her tight jeans revealed strong legs and a substantial bottom that her height proportioned nicely. A baggy flannel shirt hid any details about her breasts. Although Jake tended to be shy, an endless conversation began during their second shared elevator trip. Her name was Aine, but she went by Anna. She liked hiking and tinkering with electronics. They both just moved into town and it was their first time living on their own. Anna did some kind of computer engineering work that sounded much cooler than the business analysis work he did. They both used Excel spreadsheets extensively for work and shared many of the same frustrations with its quirks. They liked a lot of the same video games and movies and had plenty to talk about. That first night they shared take-out at Jake’s place, which was the start of Anna’s habit of visiting constantly. Jake insisted on paying. To repay him, the next night Anna made dinner in his kitchen. Jake then reciprocated the following night. Neither of them was a very good cook, but it worked out. They ate dinner together nearly every day, alternating cooking and cleanup. Anna declared it was more efficient to share food between two people. She also decided Jake’s pot, pan, and dish situation was better than hers, so they used his kitchen. Jake gave her the spare key to his apartment and she came and went as she pleased. He started to develop real feelings for her. This stopped when, after a week hanging out together, Anna mused on the merits of their relationship. “I’m glad we’re neighbors,” Anna said that day. “We’ve only known each other a week, and yet I already feel like we’ve been friends for years.” “I feel the same way,” Jake had said. “Best of all,” she added in a moment burned into his memory, “Is we don’t have a trace of romantic tension between us. We’re free to just be friends without all that bullshit.” Jake let her comment pass without challenge. What else could he do? But it was a blow. All his romantic and erotic fantasies about her fizzled, impossible to sustain if she didn’t feel the same. At least he did genuinely like her, mostly. The “mostly” came down to her presumptuousness. She saw that, obviously, it made sense for them to share Jake’s kitchen. Obviously, it made sense for her to set up her electronics workbench in Jake’s apartment, and hadn’t even asked him. He didn’t complain because he liked their dinner arrangement and liked seeing her build crazy electronics. She wasn’t wrong in her actions; he just wished she’d ask first. Watching movies, playing video games, and discussing politics solidified their friendship. Jake was eventually able to suppress most of his unwelcome feelings about Anna. He tried his best to think of her as just a friend. A pal. Which made this request so upsetting. He was dismayed to find that his efforts over the past year had only hidden the shameful ember of carnal desire in his heart. Her words now rekindled it into a bright flame, unthinking and ravenous. He refused to let it burn this person he cared about. “Anna, wait.” Jake was surprised to hear the words coming out of his mouth. Concern returned to her face. “Are you sure about this? It’s not that I don’t want to see, you.” “Then why don’t you shut up and let me show you?” Anna asked, laughing nervously. “Believe me, I’m wondering myself. I just, we’ve been neighbors for almost a year now, and I like to think we’ve become friends. However, I never got the sense you saw me as more than a friend, so this whole ‘I want you to see me naked’ thing is a bit of a surprise. Not an unwelcome surprise, but, well, can you please spell it out for this dummy?” Anna looked down and sighed. “You’re right, I owe you an explanation. Please, please be patient with me. This isn’t easy.” “Deal,” Jake said in agreement. He leaned back on the couch and crossed his arms and legs in an exaggerated manner. “I’m extremely patient.” Anna took a deep breath. “When I was eighteen I had my first serious boyfriend, Andrew. We were making out, and I let him take my shirt and bra off. It was a mistake. He was a mistake. I don’t know what I saw in him. The thing is, I have inverted nipples.” Anna turn away from Jake and began to shyly fidget. “He freaked out when he saw them. He didn’t want to touch them anymore, didn’t want to touch me. Looking back, I think he was just a nervous kid frightened by something he didn’t understand. Still, it really hurt.” “Fucking hell, Andrew. What a massive asshole,” Jake said. Anna’s face showed relief at his reaction. “Yes,” she agreed, “especially when he told his friends and started calling me ‘NN anna’ for 'No Nipple Anna.’” “No way!” Jake said. “What the fuck?” “High school can be rough, right? It’s not even accurate. I have nipples, they just go in instead of out. I think the whole school eventually heard. Plenty of people 'accidentally’ called me Nnanna, even a teacher once. I was devastated at the time, but I’ve tried to forget about him, about his reaction, about the taunting. I’ve dated a few guys over the years, though I’ve always ended it before things got, intimate. I’ve come to realize, on some level, I’m still ashamed of my body. I’m still afraid of a repeat of Andrew’s reaction.” “That is some bullshit. No person should be ashamed of their body.” “Yes,” Anna agreed. “Intellectually, I know that. I’ve been telling myself for years. My trouble is the difference between knowing in my head and really feeling it in my heart. That’s what I’m hoping you can help me with.” “Got it,” Jake said. “You want to show me your breasts, so I can NOT freak out.” “Exactly! Which sounds silly when you say it out loud. I know this is a weird favor to ask, I just, I feel safe with you.” Doubt returned to her face. “It’s totally okay if you’d rather not do this. I don’t want to guilt you into this.” “Anna, it’s okay. Thank you for explaining. I understand, I think.” “Oh, come on, it’s not a big deal,” Anna said, trying to sound casual. “Right?” Jake shook his head. “I disagree,” he said. “A friend sharing something deeply personal and fraught with shame, trusting me. It’s a big deal.” Anna gazed into Jake’s eyes, her breasts dominating his thoughts as they rose and fell with her breaths. He wondered if he saw more than friendship flickering in her eyes, but then it vanished. “Thank you,” she said. “Now that we’ve reached an understanding and decided on a course of action, we have another problem: I don’t see how I can work up the courage to actually, um, do it.” Her voice got very quiet at the end as she looked down and chewed her lip. “It just seems impossibly weird and awkward to undress in front of you.” She gave his arm a gentle shove like she did when they played video games. Jake thought for a second. “Well I’m certainly not going to pressure you. But if you’re set on doing this, then I have a suggestion: What if we both pretend you’re fully clothed? I’ll set up the video game. When you’re ready, you come in dressed however you want, and we’ll both just pretend everything is normal. We can play Mario Kart like we planned, all very normal and unremarkable.” Jake couldn’t help smirking a little bit at this last sentence. Anna’s face brightened. “I like that idea. That might work.” Jake stood up. “Off you go, then,” he pointed at his bedroom. “I’ll just set up the game and you can join me when you’re ready.” He faced the TV and grabbed the remote. “I hope you are prepared to get trounced,” he added. Anna departed for his bedroom. Jake’s heart raced, and his hands trembled a bit. He tried some deep slow breaths. They didn’t help much. He visualized the bedroom door behind him and the woman he expected to emerge any second. Jake was ashamed to feel an erection start at just the thought of seeing Anna’s breasts. His friend was trusting him to help her! He had to master himself and come through for her. He had to. He heard Anna take a quiet step into the open doorway behind him. He dared not turn around. On an impulse he pulled his own shirt off and tossed it. While he was very aware his own skinny chest was completely unremarkable, he hoped this would make her a bit more comfortable. Then he did something he knew she hated. “I hope you don’t mind, I’m just going to start the race. I’m choosing your character, yes, Bowser on the biggest car so you can’t do anything but go in a straight line…” Anna’s hand snatched the controller out of his as she dropped beside him on the couch. “Don’t you dare!” she said, laughing. Jake kept his eyes locked on the TV screen, trying to act casual while his mind reeled at the bare breasts just visible at the corner of his eye. She had done it! Part of him wanted to turn and stare directly at the first bare breasts he’d met in person. A bigger part of him was simply proud of his friend’s courage. She’d identified a source of needless shame and took steps to overcome it. Jake wanted to make this a positive experience for her. That didn’t mean he didn’t take in as much as he could without looking directly. In addition to taking off her shirt and bra, she had taken out her ponytail. She parted her hair on either side of her head, and let it fall down her front. Through this inadequate screen of hair he thrilled at an impression of pale roundness, and maybe a hint of pink? It helped to have the game to concentrate on, though his playing was shit. Anna was never one to sit still and just push buttons on the controller. She moved her whole body with each turn of the race car. He kept his gaze glued to the TV even though her constant movement tickled the outskirts of his vision mercilessly. After several races, Jake started to feel close to normal. His game-play was back up to the level of “respectable.” His erection calmed down. He still hadn’t gotten a look at Anna’s bare breasts sitting right next to him, but he also no longer had to struggle to keep his eyes locked forward. He felt relaxed and happy, having fun with his friend. More than happy, he felt buoyant. It was as if Anna’s bare chest was a beacon radiating warmth, bathing his heart in contentment. Just knowing that she trusted him with this made him feel closer to her. When Anna won the next race, Jake decided to check on her. He put the controller down, tilted his head far back on the couch to make it clear he could only see the ceiling, and leaned in her direction with one hand to his mouth in a conspiratorial gesture. Whispering, he said, “How are you doing?” Anna mirrored his pose and whispered in response. “Really good, actually. How are you doing?” “Really good, too,” Jake said, afraid to reveal how much more than just 'good’ he felt. Anna nodded slightly and then she sat up and resumed talking in a normal voice. “I’m going to get us glasses of water.” And with that she stood up and walked to the kitchen. Jake took in the sight of her bare back as she walked away from him. She was beautiful. He longed to touch her and hated himself for it. Momentarily, she would be walking back toward him, and he had to keep his eyes on the TV. He had to. She returned from the kitchen with two glasses of water. Instead of sitting she stood directly in front of him, blocking the TV, and held one out. Jake’s efforts at gaze discipline went out the window as he was forced to look up at the glass, which she held at the exact elevation to be in line between his eyeballs and her breasts. Jake did his best to keep his eyes moving up to her face where he looked her in the eyes and said a hoarse “thank you” as he took the glass. Anna tilted her head far back to take drink. With her eyes toward the ceiling, Jake understood she was giving him permission to look. Jake’s eyes widened as he took in the sight, and his composure left him. The rest of the room faded out of existence as his brain took in every detail. The slightly tan color of Anna’s face and arms was thanks to the sun, for her bare shoulders and upper chest were paler. Her breasts were paler still and revealed a faint tracery of blue veins around her shapely contours. Her hair covered the promised inverted nipples, though he could see the edges of puffy pink areolas. On the one hand, this was just another part of his friend’s body. His friend Anna happened to be a woman, women have breasts, and these were simply Anna’s breasts. Up close like this, Jake could see the subtle details on her skin. The fine hairs, sprinkling of moles, and minor asymmetries stressed the reality of what he beheld, in contrast to the airbrushed breasts in porn. Intellectually, Jake knew in the big picture all breasts, all bodies, were ultimately unremarkable. On the other hand, Jake couldn’t help feeling these particular breasts were magical beacons of beauty, acceptance, trust, and intimacy. Anna’s breasts emanated waves of warmth that bathed his heart in joy and evoked feelings of affection and protectiveness. It pained him to think of all those years of being ashamed of her body, avoiding physical intimacy for fear of rejection. After an eternity of taking in this sight, Anna sat on the couch again. He fastened his eyes on the TV and tried to regain his composure. Jake felt a flash of pain on his arm as Anna playfully hit him with the back of her hand. “Come on, slowpoke, press 'A’ so we can start the next race. I’m enjoying destroying you.” “Oops,” Jake said, resuming the game. And then, feeling daring, he added: “I don’t know where my mind was.” It was hard to tell without turning his head, but he thought he saw her smile. They played a few more races until it was their usual bedtime for a work night. Anna stood up. “Well, we both have work tomorrow. Better call it a night.” She walked into Jake’s bedroom and then returned dressed normally. The light in the room felt weaker without the shining warmth of her bare breasts. He fought to hide his disappointment. “G'night,” she said, walking to the door. Jake leaped up to meet her at the door. “Thanks for the fun evening,” he said. Then, his face reddening, “I mean the Mario Kart.” Anna laughed, her face blushing too. “Thank YOU!” Then, hesitating, “for everything.” When the door closed behind her, Jake’s apartment felt cold, lonely, and dark. The next day at work, Jake had trouble getting anything done with visions of Anna’s breasts dancing in his head. He missed the feeling of being with her when she was topless. But on his way home, a new worry arose: How awkward would it be when he saw her again tonight? There was no going back to how things had been before. Opening the door to his apartment, he heard Anna working in the kitchen. “Hey,” Jake called out. “Hey yourself,” Anna answered from the kitchen. Jake relaxed when he saw she was wearing a shirt, though not without a pang of disappointment. What had he expected? Idiot. Anna cut vegetables, wearing the circuit-board-print apron she liked. “Get the waters, I’m almost finished.” Jake tried to act normal but couldn’t stop thinking about her breasts as he set the coffee table in front of the TV. Anna put down plates of chicken salad and sat beside him on the couch. Normally, at this point they would watch something on TV while they ate. The remote control was on the arm of the couch next to Anna, ignored. “How was work?” Anna asked. “Oh fine, pretty normal,” Jake lied. “You?” “Actually,” Anna said, “I had trouble focusing at work today.” She paused there, as if giving Jake an opportunity to say more. “To be honest,” Jake admitted, turning to look her in the eye, “I had the same problem.” “Was there something on your mind?” Anna asked. “Technically two things were on my mind,” Jake said. Anna burst out laughing. Relieved, Jake laughed too. “I want to thank you,” Anna said, “for being so patient with me last night. And kind. I was close to running out of the room in tears. You helped me keep it together.” She took his hand. “That was very kind of you. I feel like a burden of shame was lifted. Thank you.” Jake blushed. “What I hadn’t expected, though…” Anna looked down. “What I hadn’t expected was how much I enjoyed it.” Anna slowly raised her eyes to meet Jake’s. Panic came rushing back. Did she want to do it again? Did Jake want that? Confused thoughts swirled in his head. Did he want to kiss Anna? Yes, but she didn’t want that. Did he feel romantic thoughts about her? Yes, but she didn’t want that either. Did he want to see her breasts again, despite all his misgivings? Yes. Most definitely yes. “Did you…” Anna was studying his face. “Did you enjoy it, too?” “YES!” Jake blurted out, not exactly playing it cool. Anna smiled. “Do you, do you mind if we do it again?” “I would love that,” Jake answered. Anna hesitated. “It made me feel better when you took your shirt off first.” Jake nearly tore his shirt in his rush to pull it off. Anna’s eyes on his chest made his skin feel warm. After a moment of staring, Anna started to unbutton her shirt. Feeling emboldened by Anna’s unguarded staring at him, Jake watched her fingers work. The anticipation was intense, and he felt a reckless swelling between his legs. “Excuse me,” Anna said sternly, “my eyes are up here.” Jake blanched and tore his gaze up at the ceiling, his heart pounding in panic and his dick shrinking in shame. Incoherent apologies spilled out of his mouth as he tried to repair the damage his eager eyes had done. “Whoa, whoa, it’s okay, I was just joking!” Anna said quickly. “I’ve never seen anyone go so pale. Are you okay? Jake, you didn’t do anything wrong. The whole point is for you to look at me.” She grabbed his shoulders. “Jake, please, I’m sorry, I was only trying to be funny.” She gently pulled on the back of his head until it was tilted down at her chest again. “Your respectful instincts are part of why I trust you. It’s okay. I want you to look.” He watched her shirt rise and fall with each breath, and eventually his breathing matched hers. Anna released his head and resumed unbuttoning. She wasn’t wearing a bra. After the last button, she put her hands down. With a deep breath, Anna looked Jake directly in the eyes and with a quick motion pulled her shirt open. Anna’s bare breasts brightened the room. Jake’s greedy eyes took in more details from this first unobstructed view. Her left areola had a small mole on the perimeter at the six o'clock position. In the center of each impossibly pink areola were puffy little slits where the skin of her nipples folded inside instead of out. They were beautiful. Jake looked up to Anna’s face with a big grin on his face. She was smiling too, though still nervous. She covered her breasts with her hands. “Sorry, it’s just…” She looked down in thought. “It’s intense, being looked at.” Jake was sorry to see her breasts covered, but sorrier she seemed upset. “What if we get dressed again and continue like normal, then?” Jake said, suggesting the exact opposite of what he wanted. “It’s okay, you know.” Anna shook her head. “Oh, I didn’t mean that. I don’t, I don’t want that. I just needed a little break.” Then, quieter, she added, “I like this.” Jake knew he needed to walk a fine line to balance Anna’s feelings, their friendship, and his desperate need to get as much time with her breasts as possible. He also needed to occupy her hands with something. “I do, too.” Jake said, turning on the TV. “I also like schooling you in the ways of the Kart,” he said, holding out a controller for her. Their routine went back to normal, the only difference was neither of them wore shirts. Jake became accustomed to the sight of Anna’s bare breasts, and eventually was even able to stop worrying about where his gaze landed. Anna didn’t seem to mind him looking, though he tried not to stare. The exception was when she sometimes fell asleep while they watched a movie. Jake hated himself for violating her trust, but he couldn’t help himself. The bluish light from the TV flickering over her breasts in the dark room was more engaging than any movie. He was even able to stop having an erection constantly, much to the relief of his confused dick. Jake assumed this trend would continue until her breasts made no impact upon him at all. He was wrong. There was just so much to admire about them. How they moved when she walked, when she breathed, when she laughed. Anna seemed to like being topless as well. She never seemed quite as happy as she did when her shirt was off. After a few weeks, Anna started coming by before work, too. She said she wanted to get better about exercising properly and invited Jake to join her. She would come by early in the morning, un-showered in her sleep shirt and sweatpants, hair pulled into a messy pony tail. As soon as the door to his apartment closed, she would pull off her shirt and fire up the exercise video game program. They would stand beside each other in front of the TV doing the routines, her breasts moving in all kinds of interesting ways. Jake wondered if she wouldn’t be more comfortable with a sports bra, but she never seemed to mind, and he certainly didn’t either. One day a plumbing problem in her apartment resulted in the walls of her bathroom being torn open during repairs. He offered his shower to her, and she began using it after exercising each day. And of course, since she was at Jake’s apartment in the morning anyway, why shouldn’t she eat breakfast there too? In this way Jake ended up with an apartment-mate in every way but one: She did not sleep there. Normally Anna wore jeans, except for the mornings when she arrived in sweatpants. The first evening she came by in shorts was the first time he saw her legs. Jake found himself distracted by her bare thighs, solid and well-proportioned with her figure. Spring was turning into summer and the days were getting warmer. He supposed that’s all it was. June brought the first hot day of the year. All the windows were open with a complicated arrangement of fans to get the air to circulate. They both sat on the couch watching a dumb show, drinking ice water, and sweating. “It’s so hot,” Anna said. “Every stitch of clothing is a burden. Would you mind if I stripped down to my underpants?” Jake took a long sip of ice water to stall as he thought of how to respond. “You don’t have to take your shorts off too,” Anna continued, “though you’re welcome to. This heat is unbearable, don’t you think?” Jake agreed it was hot, though he also knew it wouldn’t make much difference whether their shorts were on or off. What was she up to? He was strongly tempted to call her on the weak ruse and deal with it directly. He remembered that when she first wanted to bare her breasts to him, she was only able to manage it because he played along as if everything was normal. Jake supposed it depended on whether he wanted to see her in panties. The growing hardness between his legs both answered that question and presented a problem. If she took her shorts off, he would feel obliged do the same. But his briefs would do little to conceal his excitement. Feeling a little frustrated, Jake decided to stop trying to hide it. She wanted to share more of her body? Well, his body had a penis, and sometimes it had a mind of its own. If it made her uncomfortable, she could tell him. “Way too hot for shorts, agreed,” he said. Jake stood up and unbuttoned his shorts. He took them off, folded them, and placed them neatly on the side table. He resumed his seat, slouching on the couch in front of the fan, a bulge rather obviously straining against the fabric of his briefs. Jake pretended to be interested in the TV. He was pretty sure he saw Anna looking at his crotch for a second. Then she also stood and removed her shorts, revealing plain black panties. After a while, Jake’s body calmed down and things felt normal again. They sweated their way through the end of the show and parted for sleep as usual. The next morning when Anna arrived for their workout, even though it was not nearly as hot, she stripped down to her panties again. Jake followed her lead and they exercised wearing only briefs. From then on, and without further discussion, stripped to briefs was the new normal. Jake started to doubt his guess of her motives. Perhaps it really was just a temperature thing and Anna wasn’t working up to revealing more. The issue was resolved Friday evening after dinner. It was another uncomfortably hot evening. Anna sat next to him on the couch wearing her new normal outfit of nothing but panties (royal blue today) and a concerned look on her face. Jake sat up and turned off the TV. She looked like she had something to say. “What’s the matter, Anna?” She hesitated, then said, “Do I embarrass you?” Jake laughed. “What are you talking about?” Anna looked unsure of herself as she spoke, “When I first wanted to show you my breasts, it was to overcome a particular insecurity.” “Stupid fuckin’ Andrew,” Jake said. “Yes, stupid fucking Andrew,” Anna agreed. “And I’m so grateful you agreed, because it has changed how I feel about myself. I didn’t realize how much that shame was weighing on me. I really think I’ve moved past that.” She looked down in thought. “But you may have noticed I haven’t been inclined to put my shirt back on.” Her face reddened a bit at this. “What I hadn’t anticipated was how good it would feel. Is that weird?” “I don’t know if it’s weird,” Jake answered. “But I feel the same way. I like hanging out with you like this. It just feels, right. It feels good.” Anna’s eyes brightened at this. “I was hoping you felt the same way, but sometimes I doubt myself and wonder if I’m just being ridiculous. I’m afraid you’re rolling your eyes at me while I prance around topless.” Jake laughed again. “Impossible. Never! Anna, ugh, you’re right, it is weird to talk about this.” He took a deep breath. “Anna, it gives me joy to be with you, my friend. And it gives me like a hundred-times joy multiplier to be with you with our clothes off.” Now Anna laughed. “Joy multiplier? Sounds like you’ve been playing too many video games.” She thought for a moment before shrugging. “But I suppose that’s as good a description as I can come up with too.” “Then we’re good?” Jake asked, “You’re okay?” “Yes, thank you,” Anna said, though she obviously had more on her mind. She cleared her throat. “I can’t help wondering, would it feel even better to just be, you know…” As she spoke, her voice got softer and softer, until it was a barely audible whisper, “, completely naked?” Jake had been anticipating this, and secretly hoping for it, ever since she first took her shorts off. He had suspected topless wasn’t the final destination, but he dared not believe it till now. He did his best to fight the growth of his troublesome, eager dick. He desperately wanted to avoid messing this up, and he thought he knew her well enough now to plot the right course. Before his courage faltered, Jake stood up and pulled his briefs down. For the first time in his adult life, he was completely naked before a woman. His dick was in a state of tension, fighting between arousal and his mental urging for calm. Jake hadn’t planned it this way, but he was pleased with how it turned out: A bit large, though still limp and non-threatening. It was the best first impression he could manage. “Like this?” Jake asked. He busied himself with carefully folding his underwear and putting it aside, while in his peripheral vision he saw Anna looking between his legs. Without waiting for an answer, he handed her a game controller as he sat back down and looked at the TV. Starting up the game was just the motivation Anna needed. Without a word she also stood up, removed her panties, and sat back down to play. Jake could tell there was a triangle of brown hair between her legs, though he couldn’t make out any more detail. For the rest of the evening they both played video games like normal, pretending they weren’t completely naked with each other for the first time. Jake’s only real struggle was keeping a lid on how incredibly happy he felt. Neither of them played particularly well. There was a lot of laughing and pretending everything was normal. At the usual time, Anna dressed to return to her apartment, giving Jake a good view of her bare bottom as she bent over to put on her panties. Then she was gone, and Jake was left wondering if completely naked was the new normal. He got erect at the thought and didn’t bother trying to stop it as visions of her pale bottom and triangle of brown hair danced in his mind. It still felt awkward, but the arousal couldn’t be denied. With Anna’s face blocked by the magazine, Jake dared to watch as her thighs pulled apart and revealed his first direct view between her legs. From the triangle of hair above, over the long cleft marked by full hairy lips, down to the obscuring darkness below, his greedy eyes took it all in. Her knee kept moving and continued until her thighs were perpendicular to each other. To Jake’s amazement, this pulled apart her outer lips just a little and revealed the smallest bit of pink. Frozen in fascination, Jake stared with all his might at what Anna was revealing to him. Years of looking at porn had given him a good idea of what to expect, yet at the same time it was so delightfully and uniquely Anna. What a beautiful woman! He ached to touch her, to care for her, and was grateful she couldn’t hear these ridiculous thoughts. With alarm he realized he was extremely, intensely erect. She would be reading part of his mind if she saw this erection, and he regretted it didn’t communicate the affection and tenderness that was also in his heart. He felt ashamed at his sexual feelings, though these low emotions were not enough to override the elation he felt. “It’s okay to tell me if it’s gross,” Anna said, keeping the magazine in front of her face. It took several seconds for the words to penetrate his reverie. “I’m sorry, what?” was all Jake could manage. “My vulva. I know it’s pretty gross, and it won’t hurt my feelings if you prefer I, sit in a more ladylike manner.” “It’s beautiful!” Jake blurted, throwing out the window all hope of playing it cool. Anna lowered the magazine and Jake met her skeptical gaze. Jake reddened and looked away. “I thought we were accepting each other as we are,” Jake said to the floor. “You are a good and kind person to the core, and my friend. How could any part of you be 'gross’?” Jake felt her foot on his shoulder as she gave him a shove. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she said. Jake looked up to see her smiling before she brought the magazine back up in front of her face. Did he catch her glancing at his impossibly hard erection before the magazine came up? Her legs returned to their perpendicular position and then stretched open even wider than before as she settled, inviting Jake to gaze upon the delicate pink petals of her beautiful flower. By the time she left for bed that evening, there was nothing left of Jake’s mind but a loop replaying the glorious image. After brutally destroying him in Boulevard Battler IV, Anna put down the controller. Bringing her knees together and pointing them toward him, she tucked her feet beneath her and rested an elbow over the back of the couch. “Jake, can I ask you a personal question?” Jake mirrored her position, so they were facing each other. His eyes were practiced now at taking in the sight of the top of her bush and her beautiful breasts without lingering, and his dick remained calm in the face of her nakedness. He was feeling quite confident in his mastery of his own arousal until he looked her in the eyes. Something about her earnest expression touched his heart, and this in turn brought a hint of swelling between his legs. He was a long way from mastery. “Of course,” he answered. “Anything.” “I don’t mean to pry, and it’s okay if you don’t want to answer, I don’t mean to offend you, and–” “Anna!” Jake interrupted, shaking his head. “It’s me. Just ask.” Anna looked down. “Do you ever, you know…” “Yes?” Anna brought her face back up to meet his gaze. “Do you ever look at porn?” Jake burst out laughing. Anna did not join in, looking confused. “Sorry,” Jake said, forcing himself to stop laughing. “I wasn’t expecting that question.” Anna looked at him silently, awaiting an answer. “Well, yes, of course I do. Why?” “Then you’ve seen lots of naked women?” “Loads.” “Have you ever seen, breasts, like mine?” “Never!” Jake answered confidently. “Every woman’s breasts are unique, your beautiful breasts included.” “No, I mean my inverted nipples. Do you ever see nipples like mine?” “Oh. Sometimes. Not often.” “Were they, attractive?” “Definitely!” Anna looked doubtful. “It’s true! I’ve seen some incredibly beautiful models with inverted nipples.” Anna looked down for a second, and then back at Jake. “Show me.” Jake returned her gaze. This didn’t feel right. “Look, Anna, are you sure? I mean, you don’t need me to search the internet.” Anna looked away again. “I actually do. I tried, but…” she said, exasperated, “it got overwhelming fast. I was hoping you could do some, well, some curating for me.” “Or you could just take my word for it,” Jake argued. “Inverted nipples are beautiful! Be confident in that.” Anna looked at him intently. “Show me.” “Okay, if you insist.” Jake fetched his laptop and resumed his seat, facing Anna so she couldn’t see his screen. “Give me a minute to find some.” Jake remembered one particular model with fascinating breasts. Dark hair, bright blue eyes, and impossibly round large breasts with strikingly inverted nipples. Jake felt relieved his dick was behaving for a change, thanks to this awkward situation. “Here is a good one, if you want to see,” Jake said. He shifted to sit normally on the couch and casually pulled the laptop over his crotch as a precaution. Anna sat right next to him, the side of her body pressed against his. Jake was glad to be covered by the laptop because the contact with her skin caused things to start to swell beneath the computer. He tried to ignore it. “She’s beautiful,” Anna said, clicking through the series of pictures. Anna’s clicks on the laptop touchpad moved it very slightly against his growing arousal. “She is,” Jake agreed. “Her breasts are huge!” Jake laughed. “Yes, but look at her nipples.” “You’re right, they’re pretty similar to mine. Do all porn models shave their pubic hair like she does?” Anna asked. “Definitely not all. Many do,” Jake answered. “I wonder what it feels like,” Anna said. “Do you think it’s cooler? This summer is so hot.” “I have no idea,” Jake said. “I’ve never tried it.” Anna was thoughtful for a moment. “I’m curious what it’s like. If I shaved my pubes, would you shave yours?” The thought of seeing Anna shaved bare seemed like the most appealing idea in the world. He didn’t care one way or another about shaving himself, but if that was the price for getting her to shave, he would gladly pay it. “Sure!” Jake said. “Why not? Anything is worth trying in this heat.” “There’s one thing, though,” Anna said hesitantly. “I’m nervous about wielding a razor in such a tender place when I can’t see very well down there. Would you, would you be willing to help me?” To be continued. By darrenr for Literotica

Desiree at the River. By outdoorhorny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. In May of my senior year in high school, summer came early. It was in the high 80's every afternoon, and we were sweltering in the ancient high school as the air conditioner struggled to keep up. Desiree and I sweated through morning classes and afternoon study halls, longing to be out of there, somewhere cooler and more private. We were both 18, and the restrictions of school were almost over. That made them even harder to bear! It was one of our teachers who provided the solution; I thank her silently to this day! She suggested that we get together with students from another study hall to work on our Senior Projects. The next day, the four of us told our respective teachers that we were going to go to the other room to work with our partners. In reality, we slipped out through the Tech Ed classroom and went to our cars. Minutes later, we were whipping down the back roads away from school. I have no idea where the other two went. They weren't a couple, so chances are they simply went home. Desiree had other ideas. Her little Honda Civic zoomed along and ended up on Rte. 6 in the next town. She pulled into a little IGA grocery store that backed up on sparse pine woods. I asked her what she was after, but she smiled and said, "You'll see!" Intrigued, I followed her inside. She went right to the center aisles where the seasonal goods were. My eyebrows went up when she brought two cheap beach towels. She did not explain. I carried them while she grabbed snacks and drinks and headed for the checkout. She paid quickly, and when we left the store, she walked right past her car. I followed, very puzzled, as she went around the corner. I knew she would tell me when she felt like it, so I carried the bags and watched her ass as it twitched inside her tunic. When she passed the dumpster and entered the shady pine forest, she looked over her shoulder and smiled sexily. I grinned back, knowing she was up to something good. The trail twisted and turned for a hundred yards, then it ended abruptly at a knob of rock that stuck out into a shallow, broad river. I stopped and looked around amazed. I could see a quarter-mile in each direction, and there was nothing in sight. The water slipped over flat smooth rocks, occasionally interrupted by a snagged branch or a small boulder jutting up from the surface. The air smelled of pine, the sunlight was warm and tinged with green as it filtered through the high branches, and besides bird song, the only sound was the gentle hum of the distant road. It was spectacular; a tranquil oasis barely off a road I had driven countless times. "Des; this is beautiful! How did you find it?" "My uncle owns all this; he used to own the IGA before he retired." "Does anyone come here?" "Nope. Didn't you see all the "No Trespassing" signs and the rocks across the trail? That keeps people out unless they're family." "It's perfect!" I exclaimed happily. "It's ours," she replied simply. "C'mon, let's get cool first and have a snack!" Kicking off her sandals, she sat down on a low rock with her feet in the water. I brought the snack bag close, tugged off my sneakers and socks, and joined her. The water was still cold, but not as biting as the river we tried back in March. With the sun warm on our shoulders, we munched on chips and split a soda, laying the second bottle in a shallow pool to stay cold. Our shoulders bumped as we sat there side by side, enjoying our unexpected freedom. "Just think," she said dreamily, "we could be sitting in Mr. Herman's study hall right now!" "Just think," I answered, "as far as Mr. Herman knows, we're going to be in the other study hall for the rest of the year working on our projects!" "Hmm, that does open up some possibilities!" "Yes, it does!" I told her, reaching around to give her a squeeze. Des responded by turning toward me and resting her hands on my leg. "I'd rather be right here than anywhere else in the world." She leaned forward a fraction and our lips met, softly at first, a slow, loving kiss. That kind of innocent, timeless kiss seems to disappear after high school, but I will never forget the way her lips felt against mine, or the first flicker of her tongue signaling it was time for more. My free hand twined in her hair and pulled her into my arms as our bodies began to respond. With an impatient snort, Desiree broke our kiss and sat back. "I'm too hot like this!" she said in a petulant voice. She stood up, brushed the crumbs off herself into the water. Then she stepped carefully and gracefully up onto the rock's highest point and turned to look at me. Crossing her arms over her head, she whipped the tunic off in one smooth motion. I sat frozen, looking eagerly up at her as she tossed it further down the rock. Standing there in a pale bra and purple satin panties, she looked like some river goddess come to life. Full tits, winter-pale skin, and broad, luscious hips fought for my attention; Des smiled happily at my wide-eyed ogling. "That's so much better!" she pronounced. "You should try it." I stood where I was, turned to face her, and responded to her challenge. My shirt flew through the air to land on top of her tunic. I stepped up onto the rock I had just vacated and pushed my shorts down, taking my boxers along with them. Stepping out of them, I stood back up and tossed them onto the pile as well. The sun played across my body and it was Desiree's turn to stare admiringly. I had been working out hard for soccer and indoor track and it showed. A smile tugged at her lips as her eyes traveled all over my arms, chest, abs, and then locked onto my semi-erect cock. "Mmm, you look good enough to eat!" she said eagerly. "You first!" I responded. She laughed happily. "I'm game!" she said. Her hands twisted up behind her back and unclasped her bra. A quick shake and it fell forward, revealing her tits and tightening nipples. Onto the pile it went. Her thumbs hooked the waistband of her panties, and drew them down an inch. I'm sure my eyes registered disappointment, because she laughed again at her successful tease and then pushed them down all the way, bending effortlessly at the waist until they brushed the rock between her feet. Then she simply stepped out of them and kicked them aside. It was my turn to stare again. Desiree's mound was shaved smooth! My eyes locked onto that pale, delightful curve I knew so well, suddenly revealed in an amazing and arousing way. Although her cunt was in shadow, I could tell her grooming extended all the way because her labia were smooth and pale as well. My cock twitched, and Des giggled happily. "You like?" she asked needlessly. "I did it last night thinking we might have a chance today!" "I Love it!" I said fervently. "Grab the towels," she commanded. Two quick steps, my cock bouncing in time, and I had them out of the bag. "Put one on the rock you were standing on." I did as she asked. "Put the other one right there," she said next, pointing at the front jut of the larger rock she stood on. I complied, wondering what she was up to. "Now," she said with a smile, "what was that about 'good enough to eat' you mentioned?" I fumbled for a reply as Des stepped down onto the towel in front of her, then sank down to sit on the towel. She leaned back and spread her legs; she was rarely shy!; and rested her heels on ridges to either side. With one finger, she traced a line from between her tits down across her belly, and then over the shiny patch she had shaved. "Why don't you kneel down right there and take a closer look?" she asked encouragingly. I nodded and folded the towel double before settling myself comfortably. She was at the perfect height and distance; I rested my hands on her knees and watched as her finger continued lower, tracing the edges of her cunt, stretched open by her pose. When she got to her perineum, she added a finger and came back up, dipping them into her opening just a bit and circling there. I stared hungrily and she smiled at my intense gaze. "Everything is So smooth!" she reported, spreading her juices all around her labia. "Your gonna love it!" No words came to mind, so I acted instead. Leaning in, I licked from as far down as I could, up along her clean-shaven lips, over her clit, and up to the ridge of her mound. There I paused and showered it with kisses, relishing its silky feel. "Des," I said when I paused, "I fucking love it!" She giggled happily and settled back on her elbows, looking down at me through her lashes. Returning to my task, I lapped at her cunt with a broad tongue a few times and then extended it fully, ramming it as deeply as I could into her opening. My nose bumped her clit as I did this, and I could feel her twitch each time I did. She hummed happily, and I kept going. I moved my hands in close and used my thumbs to spread her lips even more. Then I turned my head a bit and nibbled my way up and down each delicate morsel of flesh, tugging at them and flicking them with my tongue. Another happy noise came from above me. Looking up into her eyes again, I slowly put two fingers into my mouth and sucked them. She raised her eyebrows in anticipation, and I rewarded her immediately. With a twisting motion, I slipped them into her cunt, retreated to coat them with her juices, and then eased them deeper. Soon I was sliding them in and out all the way, only stopping when my thumb jammed against her. Des rocked her hips to meet my strokes, and I had to match her timing when I leaned forward to lick her clit. Each time I buried my fingers inside her, she pushed back, and I gave her sensitive nub a swirling lash with my tongue. We found a steady rhythm then, and Des began breathing heavily, moaning a little every time I licked her. "Are you ready to cum?" I asked her teasingly when I paused my tongue action. I kept my hand moving steadily, and she had to gasp the words out to answer. "Fuck, yes; give me more!" Smiling, I leaned back in. I turned my hand palm up and curled my fingers so that they dragged across her G-spot, pumping them back and forth without fully withdrawing. Then I stiffened my tongue and licked the side of her hood repeatedly, no longer teasing her but trying to drive her over the edge. A deep groan and a raising of her hips told me I was on the right track. "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, keep doing that!" she gasped in time with her thrusting. I kept doing that, just as she asked, and I soon felt her thighs fluttering. I pressed down hard on her mound with my free hand and began to suck on her clit while the tip of my tongue hit the same spot over and over again. "Oh, fuck!" Desiree moaned when her orgasm burst within her. I kept myself still then, feeling her cunt clamp down over and over on my fingers, soaking them with a rush of sweet, tangy juices. As I watched her body tremble, I admired the sun dappling every inch. The deep flush between her tits was stark against the untanned skin there, and her tits jutted straight up as her back arched in pleasure. I let her relax before withdrawing my fingers, which drew a tired whimper from her lips. When her eyes opened, I brought my fingers to my mouth again and sucked them clean. She smiled enigmatically as I licked them, staring directly into her eyes. "Well?" she asked. "Definitely good enough to eat!" I pronounced with a grin. "I love how you feel against my skin when it's all shaved like this," she told me seriously. "It added so much extra to everything you did!" "I love it, too," I assured her. "You're so smooth and sexy." "I'm glad you like it," she said in pleased tones. With that, she sat up and let her feet down, settling them on the outside of my towel. She leaned down, grabbed my face, and kissed me deeply. I know she could taste herself on my lips, and she even lapped my chin momentarily to gather her own deliciousness. "You know what else is gonna feel good?" she asked playfully. "What's that?" I responded with an innocent look on my face. "Sliding my cunt all over you and letting you feel how smooth and wet it is." I pulled her up to her feet and gathered her in my arms. "That," I said seriously, kissing her between words, "sounds, amazing!" My cock was trapped between us, and Des wriggled her belly against it. Copious clear liquid was leaking from the tip, and the whole thing was twitching with the sudden heat and stimulation. "Besides, I think I need to tease you for a while," she continued. "I don't want to get you too excited yet!" I groaned at the thought, but consoled myself with the knowledge that my explosion would be even bigger and better when it happened. "Where do you want to do all this teasing?" I asked her. "Grab the towels," she said. Then she pointed to a broad, flat rock about six feet from shore. The top was worn smooth by the passage of water over the years, but the top was dry now and looked invitingly warm. I laughed and gathered the cushioning towels. Holding hands, we made our way carefully across the slippery gap between our starting place and our new destination. When we got there, I passed her one towel and flipped the other one out to lie flat on the rock. Des followed suit and created a double layer of padding. "Get on up," she said hotly. "It's time for some payback!" I happily complied, sparing only a minute to look around. "No one is here," she said reassuringly as I lay down on my back. Then her voice took on an Eastern European accent: "No one can help you. No one can hear your screams!" "Well that sucks," I said with a smile. I settled myself comfortably on the rock and closed my eyes against the bright sunlight. "I'll try to suffer in silence!" Desiree reached across me and grabbed my cock with one hand, aiming it straight up. She moved down and clambered onto the towel between my feet, and then paused to give me a few strokes. Her hand was warm and gentle on my shaft. Shifting one knee outside my leg, Des began to do exactly what she had said she would. She lowered herself and I felt her cunt bump into my knee. Slick and hot, she caressed her way up to my thigh, then moved across my lower body and did the same on my other leg. When I peeked up at her, I saw she had her lower lip between her teeth and a little frown of concentration on her face. I closed my eyes again and grinned as she moved up again. Her silky mound came down on my scrotum and Des rocked herself forward, arching her back so that she slid along the entire length of my cock from base to tip, her lips parted around me and coating me with lubrication before stopping and then moving back down to the base again. "Do you like that? Do you like how soft and smooth and wet I feel?" My mouth was dry as I answered her: "God, Des, I love it!" "I love rubbing myself all over you!" she said in a happy, sexy voice. I opened my eyes and she was gazing directly at me, her hands braced on her knees as she rocked herself back and forth along the underside of my shaft. Each time she reached the sensitive spot below the head, a pulse of precum leapt from my cock in response. "Des!" I said urgently, feeling the flutter of an approaching orgasm. "I know, I know, but it's fun to tease you!" she said. Then she rose up, allowing the cool air to soothe the dangerous throbbing of my cock. She scooted forward a little more to straddle my chest. Lowering herself again, she rubbed the silky lips of her cunt on stomach, then on my chest as she eased higher. When her thighs were on either side of my head, I couldn't help but lick her instantly from bottom to top. She gasped and pulled away. "Hey; you already had your turn!" she said indignantly. "Now I get mine!" With a quick, graceful move, she pivoted her body around, keeping her hips high enough so that her cunt was out of range of my tongue. She kissed my stomach, then trailed her hair across it, lower and lower with each swoop until it was tickling my thighs. Her left hand moved to brace herself on the towel while the other wrapped around my shaft again. She lifted it up to a 45 degree angle, perfectly aligned with her torso, and took me into her mouth. My rolled back with pleasure. I loved this position; it let Des take me as deeply as she wanted without awkward angles or pressure. She made the most of it; nothing fancy, but she sucked steadily and her lips moved from tip to base in one effortless motion. I could feel the restrictive heat at the back of her throat for a second, then she pulled back. A quick breath and she did it again. With each stroke, she squeezed my shaft as she rose and flattened her hand out of the way when she descended. I moaned happily and lifted my hands to hold her hips as they hovered above me. "Fuck, Des, that feels so good!" She hummed happily in response, which gave me a shiver of pleasure. Desiree's motion was tireless, and I began to thrust upward a bit, knowing that I couldn't hold back much longer. That signal was clear to her as well, and she paused to look back at me. "Do you want to cum?" she asked, squeezing my cock rhythmically. "I have to cum, Des, I have to cum in your mouth!" I gasped. "OK, I'm ready for that!" she smiled. Then she turned back and resumed her suction. Another dozen strokes and I was ready. My orgasm hit just as her mouth descended, and I arched myself up unconsciously. For a moment, my cock slipped past the ring of her throat and I could feel the twitching of her gag reflex against the sensitive head. The first jet of sperm flew directly down her throat, but she recovered quickly and pulled back, holding just the head between her lips and sucking frantically, pumping my shaft to milk out every drop. I could feel her swallowing as pulse after pulse threatened to overflow her mouth. Slowly, my hips fell back onto the towel. Des kept sucking steadily as my cock began to soften, and her tongue snaked all around to make sure she didn't miss any of my cum. When she finally released me with a pop, I was completely spent. She planted a kiss on the underside of my cock, drawing a twitch in response that made her giggle. Then she turned herself around again and laid her head on my chest, her hand still wrapped around my spent shaft. "That was so amazing!" I murmured into her hair. "That was the most cum ever!" she said with a snort and a laugh. "Well, you are an exciting woman," I told her, "so it's kind of your fault. It's all that teasing, too." "Yeah, that was fun!" "Yeah, it was!" I said agreeably, hugging her with the arm around her shoulders. "Beats study hall, doesn't it?" she asked, and I could feel her smile against my chest. "Hell yes it does!" I said with a laugh. Des sighed and snuggled down on my chest again. My eyes were closed against the sunlight still, but I felt the warm breeze move her hair, and heard the soft chuckling of the water all around us. Contentment spread through every part of me, and I trailed my fingers along her upper arm. "I love you, Des" I said quietly. She released my cock and turned to look at me, bracing herself on her elbow. "I love you, too" she replied. The kiss this time was soft and loving. The frantic passion of the last hour was over for now, and we settled against each other peacefully. Prom Night at the Lake At the end of May, Desiree and I went to the prom together. The school was in a small town, so it was held in the nearest "big" city at the VFW hall. A committee from school had done their best to decorate, but it was still a cold, cavernous space. The music bounced relentlessly off the high ceiling, and the food was nothing spectacular. We had some fun, though; Desiree loved to dance, and she looked amazing in a flowing, swirling satin dress. The eight of us who were friends made the best of it and we even managed to smoke a joint by sneaking out through the kitchen entrance. As soon as we were allowed to go, though, we got out of there and went to a restaurant a few blocks away. We had some nachos, then finalized our plan. Jack's family had a lake house nearby, and we planned to finish the night there. His parents knew that we were going there and why, but they figured that we were all over 18 and it was better we were drinking somewhere safe rather than driving around. With that plan in place, we pooled our money. Desiree and I agreed to get the drinks on our way to the lake and drove off with $80. At the far end of town was a little development well-known for being "helpful" to those of us who were underage. We drove through slowly, and sure enough, a man came to the curb and asked what we were after. We told him, he haggled over the price, and then he went back to his car. Minutes later, we were driving away (carefully doing the speed limit) with two cases of beer, a bottle of Jack Daniels, and a case of hard seltzer. At the house, we changed out of our prom clothes and into more casual attire. Then we all congregated in the kitchen. After a few shots and a beer, though, the couples drifted off. There were several bedrooms, a deck with privacy fencing overlooking the lake, and a hot tub on a patio below the deck; endless possibilities! Desiree, of course, wanted to be outside, and I was right there with her. We shed our clothes and grabbed enormous beach towels as we ran for the hot tub. With just the underwater lights on, we let the jets tumble us around. Our feet tangled together, and Des rubbed her foot up and down my leg. When she scooted over to my side, she sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing softly all over my face and neck. I contented myself with stroking every inch of her body and occasionally capturing a nipple with my teeth. We were both getting really horny, and Des finally turned to face me, straddling my thighs. "I want to fuck," she said in her usual blunt way, "but this water isn't good for that." My hard cock was nestled along her cunt, bathed in the heat of her core. She had kept herself shaved smooth all month. It felt great, but I knew what she meant; pool water has a way of washing away lubrication. "What are you thinking?" I asked her. "Let's get in the lake and decide," she said with a smile. Standing up, she stepped over the rim of the tub and wrapped her towel around her shoulders. I tied mine more modestly around my waist and followed her across the grass. The night was still warm, and when we looked around, the neighbors' houses were dark. Looking back toward the house, no one was one the deck, so we headed downhill to the water's edge. Des looked both natural and sexy with just a towel across her shoulders, and I trailed along in a daze, enchanted by the rolling motion of her bare ass in the moonlight. She walked out the narrow floating dock set between pilings, and when she reached the end, she sat down on her towel with her feet in the water. She turned to look at me, and as I approached, she impishly reached up and tugged my towel off. My cock sprang out at full attention to slap against my stomach. Des giggled happily and grabbed it, pulling me closer and angling the tip down so she could reach it. "Someone's eager!" she said with a laugh. One thing I loved about Desiree was that she was always eager as well. As if to demonstrate, she lunged upward and took my cock deep in her mouth, cradling my balls while her tongue lashed the underside of my shaft. I groaned and held onto a piling for balance. Once my cock was slick with her saliva, Des began to stroke me with her other hand. Her lips formed a tight seal and slid up and down in time, all the while letting her tongue work its magic. Looking down at her naked form, I thought about how amazingly lucky I was to have found her. My heart was full, and her oral skills were driving me closer and closer to the brink of explosion. I began to thrust gently into her mouth each time she descended, and she easily swallowed more of my cock each time. Just when things were getting critical, though, she stopped. For a few moments, she sucked hard on the head, nursing repeatedly and tonguing the underside. My cock swelled even more, and she was rewarded with a rush of precum as I got ready to unload into her voracious mouth. Suddenly, she pulled off me and looked up. "It's not time to cum yet!" she said with a smirk. I looked down at her, puzzled and somewhat frustrated. Letting go of the post, I reached for her head, but she anticipated my desire to hold her in place and finish. With a sudden twist of her body, she pulled me off balance and I toppled gracelessly into the lake! Sputtering, mad, and laughing all at the same time, I found my feet and stood up on the sandy bottom. The water came almost to my shoulders, and my feet were tangled in lake weed. Shaking my head, I wiped my eyes clear and looked up to see Des laughing at me from the dock. Lucky for her, the laughter was infectious and I had to join in. Stepping over in front of her, I rested my arms on her thighs and chuckled at my predicament. The water had definitely cooled my jets, and although I was incredibly turned on, my cock had shrunk in the cooler water and the urgency I had been feeling had passed. "That was obnoxious!" I finally managed to say. "It worked!" was her response. "True," I said. "But it was still an evil thing to do!" Des wrapped her heels around my back and her hands around my head. "Sorry, then. I want you to last!" "I get it. I was so close, though!" She giggled and apologized again. I turned my head and kissed each thigh, then graciously told her she was forgiven. When my hands wrapped around to grab her ass, Des scooted forward a bit. I let the water take my weight then and lowered myself, kissing a trail down from her belly, over the inviting curve of her mound, and then to the top of her lips. Above me, Des hummed happily as my lips approached her clit. My chin was almost on the towel as I began to lap Desiree's sweet cunt there in the moonlight. She settled back on her elbows and watched me through half-closed eyes, a sexy smile on her lips. Because of our earlier action, she was already slick and wet, so I let my tongue travel all over, tasting her sweet nectar and opening her up for my enjoyment. At one point, my nose bumped against her clit and I heard a gasp. Desiree's thighs closed on my spasmodically, and I knew she wanted to cum as badly as I had a few minutes before. The idea of pulling her into the water flickered across my mind, but payback is never as satisfying as you imagine. That thought developed, however, and a sudden inspiration occurred. "Des," I said. "I want to make you cum, but I want you here in the water with me. Slide off that dock and float, will you?" "Seriously?" "Trust me." She did trust me, and as I kept her legs over my shoulder, she eased herself down onto the surface carefully. When she was clear of the edge, I turned us around so that she was parallel to the shore. My hands supported her ass, and like the true nature girl that she was, Desiree relaxed into the pose and floated easily, her arms sculling gently at her sides. One at a time, I used my hands to flip water up onto her belly and tits, and I grinned when she protested. The cool air hitting her nipples made them crinkle into tight little nubs, though, and Des moaned approvingly. She moaned again when my tongue returned to her cunt. This time, I focused my attention on her stiff little clit, tracing circles around and around it. Des arched her back in pleasure and I saw her full tits emerge from the water, dripping silver. "Oh, God, please make me cum!" she begged. Knowing what would follow, I put my mind to my task immediately. My lips encircled her sensitive button and I began to suck steadily, punctuating each intake with a flickering tongue. Her hands came down and grabbed the sides of my head; a sure sign that she was close. Removing one hand from her ass, I moved it up between her legs and circled her opening with the broad pad of my thumb, not penetrating her but stimulating everything I could reach. "Oh, God, oh, God, Oh, fuck yes!" was her response. I sucked extra hard then and drove my tongue directly onto her clit, grinding it in circles to push her over the edge. That was all it took. A wordless cry of pleasure echoed across the lake. Desiree's body lurched, nearly pushing me under water before I braced myself. Her cunt throbbed wildly under my thumb, and I felt the pulsations in her clit as well as the tiny pleasure center contracted over and over. Holding her up with one hand, I kept still as her entire frame shuddered. Ripples sped in all directions forming rings of silver white around us on the lake. Slowly, haltingly, Desiree's body relaxed. She let go of my head and uncrossed her heels from behind me. She remained floating, however, lying back on the cushion of water and breathing deeply as she recovered. Always the Nature Girl, Des looked supremely at ease in the water. "That," she said quietly after a long time, "was uh-mazing!" She reached for me then, and I let her legs slip off my shoulders. She couldn't quite touch bottom, though, so she wrapped them around my hips and her arms around my neck. Her tits pressed against my chest as she kissed me softly, our tongues teasing each other. I could have stayed like that forever, but my cock was rising again, and it nudged impatiently against Desiree's ass. She giggled and squirmed in response, arching her eyebrows at me. "You Do still owe me one!" I reminded her. "I know I do. I think I owe you two after what you just did, though." Always fair-minded, she was. "Where should we go?" I inquired. "I have an idea," she said eagerly, releasing me from arms and legs and swimming away from me. I followed, eager to see what she had in mind. As she passed the dock, Des grabbed her towel and quickly wiped her face and hair. Then she continued toward the shore beside the pilings. With quick hands, she folded the towel twice and rolled it into a tight cylinder. That she set on the narrow strip of sand between the water and the grass. Then she turned back toward me. Some sights are burned in your mind forever, and for me, that is one I will treasure forever. Naked, dripping wet, flushed with pleasure, eyes gleaming with lust, and standing proudly in the moonlight beside a quiet lake, Desiree was a vision beyond any high-schooler's imagination. As I walked toward her in the shallows, I tried to find the words to express all that. "Des, " I began, "you are so, " "Horny!" she interjected with a wicked grin. "Come here and lie down!" Following her finger, I stepped past her and lay on my back, my head on the pillow she had thoughtfully created. My shoulders were in just a few inches of shallow water. My ass rested on the sand, but the water sloshed across the tops of my thighs. My feet were floating. Desiree stepped over me then, towering above me. She knelt down straddling me, cupping her tits like an offering. As she toyed with her nipples, she looked directly into my eyes. "I'm going to fuck you right here and right now" she said in a lust-filled voice. "Good plan!" I croaked. "Let's see if you're as ready as I am, " she mused. Her hands found my cock and stood it upright. A few quick strokes brought droplets of precum to the tip, and she spread them all along my shaft. "Yup, you're ready!" she said happily. Then she adjusted her position slightly and sank down, trapping the head of my cock between her slick labia. Another quick circling to spread our natural lubricants, and then Desiree sank down onto me completely in one long move. "Oh, fuck!" we both groaned at the same time. Des giggled. Then she toppled forward until her hands were resting beside my head. Her hair hung down, framing her face. Her tits hovered just below my chin, and I craned my neck to capture a nipple and suck on it. She pulled it away and switched me to the other one. Meanwhile, I could feel her inner muscles grasping and releasing my rigid shaft as it filled her. I continued to suck and nibble on her tits as Des began to move up and down. Keeping her nipples within reach meant that she couldn't go all the way down on my cock, but feeling her tight cunt gliding up and down the top half was perfectly fine with me, and she seemed to like it, too. She bit her lip in concentration, intent on giving me the pleasure I had given her. Faster and faster she drove herself, and the water near us splashed and splattered as our bodies moved. The cool air on my wet skin, the heat and friction of her cunt, and the sensuous weight of her tits as I fondled and sucked them were a perfect combination. Soon my heels dug into the sand and I was arching my hips, pushing myself deeper into her with every stroke. "Fuck, Des, I'm going to cum soon!" "Do it.." she said breathlessly, "do it! Fuck me, and cum in me, whenever you want!" "Oh, God Des!" I cried. My cock swelled to its fullest extent and I pulled her hips down hard onto my lap, burying myself against her womb as I began to cum. Pulse after pulse sent jets of cum into her, and she ground down against me, relishing the gush of liquid that was making a slippery inferno of her cunt. "Yes, yes, " she moaned encouragingly. "Give it to me!" As my contractions slowed and stopped, my body relaxed. Des groaned one last time and leaned forward, kissing me once before laying her head on my chest and letting her weight settle onto me. I held her lovingly in my arms while my heartbeat slowed. The surface of the water returned to its silvery smoothness, and the night air caressed our bodies as we lay in the shallows. "Happy Prom Night," I murmured next to her ear. "You, too!" she giggled in response. By outdoorhorny for Literotica.

He agrees to be her ‘focus group’ for demoing toys in the adult toy store. (fetish) By Norweger.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. ‘Can I help you?’ I glanced aside from the colourful products on display right in front of me, blushing mildly. The shopkeeper had done the rounds, and I, being lost in thought in front of the ‘Toys; male, solo’ shelf hadn’t noticed her approaching. Well, I could hardly deny I was thinking of buying a Fleshlight, as I held one; well, a securely wrapped one, luckily; in my hands as I met her friendly gaze. ‘I, ah…’ Fuck. Going to an adult toy shop shouldn’t be embarrassing, should it? My cheeks and earlobes grew pretty pink. ‘Well, I’m just browsing, to be honest, I…’She nodded. 'Those are real good, by the way.’ She giggled. ‘Well, good quality. Easy to keep clean. Rugged. For obvious reasons, I haven’t taken one for a test drive myself.’ I chuckled, feeling my awkwardness recede a bit. That’s one way of putting it. ‘For obvious reasons…’ I thought before answering ‘Well, I could hardly expect you to have, could I? That being said, shops like this are quite particular, no? Normally, asking the shopkeeper for recommendations and whether she’d used the product herself would be reasonable, but here, I guess it would get me me-too’d right away? How do you actually reply if someone holds up something and asks, well, is this one any good?’ I smiled weakly while feeling my cheeks getting rosier again, hoping I hadn’t overstepped any bounds. I got a chuckle for my trouble. ‘Well, please try to keep the exciting images out of your mind, but to tell you the truth, we do test quite a lot of the stuff we sell.’ She blushed a little, herself. ‘Well, we must buy them, of course, though at a steep discount.’ She turned her gaze down as the sentence trailed off, giving me a chance to look her over without being too obvious about it as the images she’d been warning me about started to manifest themselves to my inner eye. I guessed she could be in her early thirties, a few years younger than me. Quite cute, slender, narrow hips, a loose-fitting, turquoise sweater doing its best to hide her ample bosom… I’d already undressed her in my mind, trying to imagine her testing the huge dildos in the glass display cabinet right behind her. Oh no, I hadn’t been blushing earlier. Now; NOW I was blushing. She lifted her gaze again and giggled. ‘Let me guess. Exciting images?’ I could hardly deny it, and she could hardly take affront, either. I turned my own gaze down, intensely studying my rather rumpled leather boots. There was no way in hell I’d be able to meet her stare while saying it. ‘Oh, guilty as charged.’ I made a helpless gesture with my arm towards the toys on display ‘I imagined both this and that, I’ll admit.’ ‘Well, there’s a reason we don’t have fitting rooms, you know!’ Her giggle turned to a quick laugh which she stifled as quickly. I felt my mood rise just by hearing it; it had a chirping quality, sounded almost like a bird’s cry. In improving spirits; and, frankly, quite turned on; this young, cute woman had more or less told me that she test ran a lot of the toys in the store. Now my eyes wandered around the room, desperate not to meet her stare, while every time I saw something titillating I imagined her using it on herself. Not that there was anything extraordinary about a woman in her thirties enjoying herself, but the mere thought, as she was standing two feet away from me… Fuck. I was rock hard. I hoped it wasn’t too obvious. Here goes nothing. Had I first said A, I might as well say B, too. I felt a bit braver, thinking we could spin a bit on this, while still keeping it innocent. She looked amused, too. ‘That’s kind of unfair, though, isn’t it? Any woman walking into this store can get, ah, expert advice, whereas I, as a man, will have to take your word for it ‘Oh, this one is good; I haven’t tried it, but it is good, believe me!’ She laughed. Loud. ‘I swear to all that’s holy, had we ever had a male shop assistant here, he’d be loaded down with all the male solo toys we could muster and be told to test the hell out of them; and take notes while he was at it!’ She turned serious. ‘Wouldn’t do you much good, though; I’d be most surprised if there’s even a single man in town who’d casually ask another if that sex toy of his was any good or not.’ I’d have to give her that. Chitchatting about sex did come a lot easier when I did it with a woman. ‘Just that. There’s a reason we’re all women working here,’ she smiled. ‘Women sell better to both men and women than, say, a fifty-something, balding, pudgy male in a soiled T-shirt and sweat pants.’ She chuckled. ‘Beg your pardon for letting my prejudices shine through, by the way.’ I laughed out loud again, realizing I was getting close to asking her what she did once she’d closed shop; she had, in a few minutes since I’d become aware she even existed, shown herself to be one of those all too rare people who could get me in a good mood simply by being there; and that she could quip about sex and seemingly be at ease was an added bonus. Plus, of course, she was incredibly cute. I caught the warm, brown eyes peering out under her unruly mop of reddish hair, trying to come up with a suitable response before the silence became awkward or she trotted on through the shop, ending our moment. She glanced down at her watch, and my heart sank like a stone; opportunity wasted, I thought; until I heard what she had to say. ‘Look… Now I want you to be real careful; not getting the wrong idea as to what I am suggesting, okay? You are not going to have sex with me, capisce?’ Well, she had my full and undivided attention, even if I wouldn’t get to sleep with her. I nodded, firmly. No fucking her. OK. ‘I’m about to close shop, now. If you, ahem, would like to test the fleshlight before you buy it, you can do so, okay? But, you’re going to have to buy it afterwards, obviously. The lube is on the house.’ I gawked at her. Wow. I nodded, numbly. This couldn’t be, could it? But I wouldn’t want to miss this for the world. I nodded again, vigorously. She smiled a quick smile, then went to the entrance to lock the doors, glancing over her shoulder at me as she did so, throwing me another smile. Returning, she grabbed a bottle of lube from a shelf, and motioned for me to follow her as she walked past. As if I needed any prodding. ‘It’d probably be best to use our office, rather than have you go at it here under the bright lights,’ she suggested softly. I just shrugged. I’d follow her anywhere. My cock was rather a simpleton. As we exited a door with a 'staff only’ sign at the back of the shop, we entered the kind of storeroom you’ll find somewhere in any shop in the world; shelves stocked with all kinds of goods, except… Well, these goods were very much adult toys. Darting past a crate packed to the gunwales with inflatable dolls; inflated!, she giggled ‘Meet last year’s Christmas decorations; we couldn’t sell them, but neither could we bring ourselves to throw them away…’ I shook my head, dumbfounded. She nodded towards a green door near the corner of the storeroom ‘That’s where you’ll get to find out if the fleshlight is any good…’ She opened the door, hinges groaning. ‘I’ve been meaning to grease those for ages, wonder if I can use this lube?’ she mused as we entered a small-ish, run-down office. Lots of papers were covering just about any horizontal surface; a desk with a computer and a phone on it and a small coffee table in front of a battered old sofa tucked into a corner; piles of merchandise along the far wall. Nodding towards the sofa, she suggested I take a seat before seating herself on the office chair by the desk. ‘I hope you don’t mind me watching. After all, I have a certain, um, professional interest in seeing how you get along with it, you know.’, throwing me another smile; a warm, seemingly genuine one. She didn’t appear to be wholly untouched, herself. I fumbled with the packaging. What sadist had invented welded plastic? Probably a good thing when it came to protecting sex toys on display, but when you were about to unwrap it to try it out? Not so much. My audience reached for a pair of scissors and motioned for me to lob her the fleshlight. ‘You get out of your jeans, I’ll get this out, OK?’ she suggested. I nodded, still not trusting my voice to bear. I hardly needed any more encouragement. I tugged at my belt, seconds later dropping my jeans to the floor, stepping out of them. My briefs were unceremoniously shoved down my thighs, and as I rose again, my almost painfully erect cock pointed arrogantly at the ceiling, the shopkeeper raising her eyebrows a little and giggling softly as she took the sight in while cutting open the packaging separating me from instant bliss. With a satisfied ‘Hah! Finally!’ she pulled the fleshlight from its by now shredded plastic cover and reached over to hand it to me. I shamelessly ogled her cleavage before reverting to holding her gaze. ‘As I said, this is good shit. You won’t be able to destroy this one during normal use…’ She proceeded to explain how important it was to clean it after use, stressing that they had both suitable toy cleaner and disinfectant in the store. ‘Most gentle for the silicone, that stuff; unlike the dish soap most people tend to use…’ Her sentence trailed off, apparently she got struck by the same thing I had; that this was an absurd time to discuss maintenance. ‘My apologies, I got a bit carried away. Here.’ Accepting the toy, I glanced over at the bottle of lube perched on the edge of her desk. Turning around, she reached the bottle and spun back to present it to me. ‘There you go, put lots in the fleshlight, some around the entrance and a little on your johnson, and you’re good to go.’ Nodding, I did as she had suggested; an ample spurt of lube into the pale, pink thingy, then a little around the sculpted pussy lips. Bah, in a way it would have been better if they hadn’t tried so hard to make it look like the real thing. ‘Seeing as you wanted my observations, I think it would have been better if it was just an opening, not modeled to look like a real pussy; you know, no matter how good this may turn out to be, it can’t possibly compare to the real thing…’ ‘Doh,’ she exclaimed as she rolled her eyes. ‘I should have mentioned that, there’s a neutral version, too; and, believe it or not, a few which are supposedly modeled after famous porn stars’ pussies, whether you believe it or not. Anyway, they probably all feel the same; just look at something, anything else while you’re using it.’ I’d be lying if I claimed I thought it would matter much what it looked like once it was wrapped around me. Squirting a wee bit of lube in the palm of my hand, I stroked myself a couple of times, ensuring I got some on the purplish, swollen head, too; unless I slipped in unhindered, I’d be sore afterwards, of that I was certain. Positioning the fleshlight against the glans, I looked over at the shopkeeper. She stared back, eagerly anticipating my next move; not that she’d have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what that would be. Gently pressing the fleshlight towards me, I slid into my first silicone pussy. It was just tight enough to feel natural-ish, I’d hand the designers that; but it felt rather cold and, well, dead. ‘What’s it like?’ she asked, voice quivering slightly. ‘Oh, not too bad,’ I replied ‘Though it does feel a bit cold and. ah, dead, if I may say so at the moment, but that should improve shortly…’ Giving it a couple of strokes, I could already feel it begin to warm up. She raised her stare from my fleshlight-wrapped member to meet mine. ‘Fuck me, I really am not doing my job properly, now; I just remembered that the manufacturer recommend that you put it in warm water for a few minutes before use, precisely to avoid that corpse bride-feeling. My apologies.’ I nodded. ‘That’d probably do the trick, I’m sure. However…’; I let it slide back and forth a few times, feeling the soft silicone caress my oh-so-erect cock; ‘it does feel really good, don’t get me wrong; and it keeps getting warmer by the second!’ Having said that, I stroked myself in silence for a few moments, slowly, deliberately; pulling it off me until my cock emerged from it, exposing the swollen, lube-glistening head for my very attentive audience, then shoving myself into it again. Oh yes, it felt better and better. While no one would ever mistake it for the real thing; well, no one who had ever had the good fortune to have the real thing wrapped around oneself, anyway; it definitely felt good, much better than a simple handjob. ‘It keeps getting better,’ I grunted. ‘Would work better still if one could take it out of the casing, though; you know, to adjust the pressure, using it as a sleeve over my cock; would feel more alive, then.’ She nodded. ‘I’ll keep that in mind, in case someone asks. I believe you can take it out for cleaning, by the way; so you could probably, um, go au-naturel on it, if that’s your preference.’; before again staring at my cock sliding in and out of the toy, mesmerised. I felt like I was being on display; quite naturally, seeing as that was just what I was; but caught myself enjoying it. My audience was really cute and sexy as hell; well, truth be told, I’d probably find even Margaret Thatcher hot as fuck if she had stared at my masturbating with that sultry look my watcher now sent me; but I digress. I was turned on, way beyond what I would have been had I been doing the deed at home, alone. I coughed softly, then slowing the pace a bit as I caught her stare again. ‘Uh, I know there won’t be any actual sex, that’s not what I’m fishing for now, but… Would you mind, ah, could I… Well, have a little glimpse of your charms? Some bare skin? Just to help me over the edge?’ I must have looked like a pleading puppy, as she burst into laughter, luckily a good-natured one. After first shaking her head, she apparently had second thoughts and nodded. I swallowed. This intensely erotic moment was about to become even hotter. Grabbing the hem of her sweater, she pulled it over her head and revealed a black, low-cut bra and ample cleavage. Lovely, pillowy, full breasts. My pace picked up. ‘Don’t you think about touching me, don’t even reach for me, OK?’ she said, sternly. I nodded, hoping I looked like I’d be true to my word. God knows how reliable one looks when masturbating to the sight of the girl asking you to keep your hands off her. She apparently found my promise good enough, and, after reaching behind her back for a second, the bra fell into her lap and her breasts swung free. I swallowed again, almost in disbelief. They were really beautiful; round, full and pillowy, large, but not so large as to be saggy; they proudly stood form her chest, slightly pear-shaped, milky white and crowned by the largest, weakly drawn areolas I’d ever seen, pale pink, crested with nipples looking as if you’d be able to cut glass with them, so hard were they. She was amazing, and I wasted no time telling her so as my cock hardened further still inside the silicone wrapper I was now doing my best to fuck the daylights out of while keeping my eyes locked on the shopkeeper, occasionally falling to her wonderful breasts, but mostly maintaining eye contact. She leant back in her chair, her breasts gently parting. My turn to be mesmerised. I could already feel the familiar tingling telling me my strokes were numbered and my orgasm forthcoming; I’d be done for shortly. The fleshlight was now at body temperature, and felt much, much more lifelike, albeit still no match for a woman, I grunted through clenched teeth ‘no muscles milking me, no body thrust against mine, no hands feverishly stroking over my back, hugging me close as orgasm approaches; but it does feel pretty… pretty damned good!’ Nodding absentmindedly, she stroked a hand over her right breast, cupping it, then pinching her nipple between her thumb and index finger, moaning softly. ‘I’m about to cum,’ I grunted, snapping her back to reality. ‘Oh, please do it in that one, huh?’, she nodded to an empty mug on the table between us. ‘I want to see you cum.’ I nodded, feverishly working my cock with the latest addition to my meagre sex toy collection. ‘Lean forward, please’, I snapped ‘I want to see those lovely tits swaying under you…’ Laughingly, she obliged, leaning forward, then rocking side to side. ‘Like this, huh?’ she teased, smiling warmly at me as the heavy globes swayed back and forth under her. Yes. Just like that. There was no use trying to hold back. Two more strokes, and I could feel my orgasm erupting, a tad before I’d expected it to. And here I was, figuring I had it under control… I jerked the fleshlight off my cock, throwing it on the floor, sending spurt after spurt of cum over the table, grasping for the mug, missing, shooting another spurt halfway across the room towards her; at least it felt like it; before finally grabbing the mug and shooting the last, feeble spurt into it. I felt my earlobes glow with embarrassment as I came in for landing after the massive orgasm, only to see the mess I’d made; cum streaks over invoices, a pack of cigarettes, the table itself, a lighter… My companion laughed, totally losing it in a fit of laughter, her breasts jiggling as she shook ‘You should’ve seen yourself!!!’, she eventually gasped, regaining some control over herself. ‘It was the most absurd sight I’ve ever seen, so incredibly hot, you in the midst of such an orgasm, frantically trying to grab my old mug…’ I joined her, a bit hesitantly at first. It had indeed been comedy hour. I hoped there wasn’t a surveillance camera here, for if it did, I’d be bound to find myself on some amateur blooper reel shortly. ‘Never mind, though,’ she giggled. ‘I’ll get that cleaned up in no time. Without getting her sweater back on, she left the room. Seconds later I heard the tell-tale sound of water pouring from a faucet and paper being torn from a roll. She returned, hand full of tissue paper, and handed me some. ‘Here, clean yourself up; then I’ll show you how to clean your latest conquest afterwards.’ She leaned in over the table and cleaned up any trace of my little indiscretion. I really had to fight the urge to reach out and touch the lovely form right in front of my eyes; but managed. I’d promised, after all; and I’d had a wonderful experience, I wouldn’t want to ruin it by doing anything which might scare or offend her in any way. I leaned back in the sofa while cleaning most of the lube off my semi-erect cock, softly caressing it as I stared hungrily at her, finishing up the table. I followed her to the cupboard next to the office; standing close to her; still dressed like Venus of Milo, only with arms; in the tiny room, I could feel the warmth of her body against mine as she fumbled the fleshlight open, taking out the silicone innards. ‘Just hold it under lukewarm water, first, to get rid of your cum and the lube, then wipe it clean with a little bit of the toy cleaner I’ll give you when we’re back in the shop and it’ll be ready for its next outing.’ She glanced up at me, noting my attention was on her, rather than on the most useful instructions she were supplying. ‘Better leave it outside its sheath overnight to allow it to dry properly,’ she said. ‘Well, unless you find you prefer to use just the inner sleeve, of course.’ Quick smile. With that, she handed the toy back to me. ‘Just head back out in the shop, you. I’ll be with you in a minute, just need to get dressed.’ I was treated to a smile too cute to be believed, and I was bright enough not to overstay my welcome by asking for just a few more glimpses of her. I threw a last, longing glance at her beautiful, curvy shape, met her gaze; a rather lustful one at that!; and smiled at her. ‘I’ll do some window shopping, then, see if I find more playthings catching my fancy.’ I then turned and briskly headed back into the shop, again passing the surreal pile of inflatable dolls, one still sporting a santa’s cap. She sure took her time getting dressed; I imagined she’d figured she needed a release, too. Hell, yeah - when she appeared in the door from the storeroom, she was still basking in that wonderful post-orgasmic bliss you can spot from a mile away. ‘Getting a bit carried away, are we?’ I quipped in a mock stern tone. ‘How professional is it really to masturbate in the rear while there’s customers waiting in the shop, huh?’ She smiled sheepishly. ‘Busted. Fuck, I was so horny while you did your thing I almost leapt at you!’ I laughed. ‘Glad to hear you enjoyed yourself, too; and with any luck you now know a bit more about, ah; your inventory?’ She giggles. ‘Sure do, I can’t wait until the next time some sod comes by, cheekily suggesting I can’t possibly know how this one feels…’ She worked the till. ‘I’m giving you this at a discount,’ she laughed. ‘It is the first time I’ve ever sold a used toy. The lube and cleaner is on the house, promise me you’ll take good care of your new friend!’ I promised, and took my chances embracing her briefly. ‘Mind if I come back for some more shopping sometime?’ I asked, voice thick with lust. She looked at me, quizzically, then shrugged. ‘Well, I happen to have another couple of toys which I could use some user feedback on…’ she suggested with a smile. ‘I’ll be back in a couple of weeks,’ I said by way of goodbye. Heading for the doors, I realised I’d be pounding the fleshlight again seconds after returning home. I was already hard again… By Norweger for Literotica