It was my first business trip. Ever. And it was to London.
I flew in a day earlier than I had to, but being my first trip and all, I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. My colleagues were to join me the following day.
I boarded the airplane by myself, went to my seat and waited. It wasn't the first time I flew by myself, but it was the first time I was this giddy about it. The last thing I wanted was for an old lady to take my fun away.
When he walked down the aisle, I prayed. My prayers were answered. I've never really clicked with the jock type, but I preferred him over other types. All I wanted was to have a fun flight and a drinking partner. And jocks drink, no?
It took us all but a few minutes before we started flirting like crazy. He told me he was married, which was fine by me since we haven't really done anything. I was between relationships. We flirted and his hands, much more often than mine, found excuses to touch me. Oh, but in a friendly way, of course. Right. And we talked. Tons. A lot about sex too. In a way, I was curious how jocks behaved in bed. Heh.
Once we reached London, we shared a cab. He took me to my hotel and we parted ways. We didn't exchange phone numbers, we only knew each others' given name and that was that. A fun flight. All that I wanted. It never occurred to me that I'd ever see him again.
Oh, but I guess I made an impression. He (sorry, I forgot his name. Let's call him Ron) called me within a couple of hours, said he was in the lobby and asked permission to come to my room!!! Just like that.
Of course I said yes.
I'm not sure if we even first sat down before he jumped me, or if was straight as I opened the door. But there was absolutely no ceremony or pretensions. It was clear why he was there. It was clear why I allowed him to be.
Now, since I have to take a shower before dinner now, the juicy details will be in the next post!
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
It's been a while -- let's hope it's a come back!
Fuck, I can't believe it's been that long. Nearly one and half years.
Truth be told, both Viv and I are married. To different people of course. And at some point we both felt a bit paranoid about writing this blog.
We both have pretty boring partners. Quite unbelievable when you consider how wild we used to be. So we're not sure how well they'd take it if they ever found out.
Lately, though, we both felt like continuing it.
We'll try, but no promises.
Let's hope for another wild post by the end of the week!
Truth be told, both Viv and I are married. To different people of course. And at some point we both felt a bit paranoid about writing this blog.
We both have pretty boring partners. Quite unbelievable when you consider how wild we used to be. So we're not sure how well they'd take it if they ever found out.
Lately, though, we both felt like continuing it.
We'll try, but no promises.
Let's hope for another wild post by the end of the week!
Thursday, December 27, 2007
The elevator doesn't stop on the 24th floor
Ethan directed me to the stairwell.
"You're nuts? I'm not going down 21 floors. By the time we get downstairs, lunch will be over," I said. "I'm starving."
Ethan had that twinkle in his eye when I said 'hungry,' that delicious mischievous sparkle that could only mean one thing. I got excited. "Just get in there," he said and pushed me playfully. "Quick, before someone sees us."
We went up three flights of stairs to the 24th floor. I walked ahead of him as he pushed me lightly every so often. I knew he was watching my behind. I moved it from side to side and he laughed, grabbing it. He lifted my skirt and the rest of the way up I did with his hand on my panties .
Once we reached the 24th floor, he opened the door and ushered me past the elevator into the offices of the floor. They were completely deserted. I had no idea. "How did you know?"
"I have my sources," he didn't elaborate.
I walked around the floor, examining left over furniture, paint buckets, filing cabinets, even a phone or two.
Ethan walked a few steps behind me. "I figured," he said, "we could have lunch here." He walked to one of the doors and opened it. "It's the cleanest room I could find."
As I walked past the door, Ethan closed it behind us. "You think it's safe?" I asked, unable to mask my growing excitement. "What if someone comes in?"
"The elevator doesn't stop on this floor," he said. "Someone can only enter through the stairs. You know, fire regulations and all." He dropped his pack on the floor, took my hand and pulled me to his arms. His hands couldn't seem to find a resting place as they roamed all over my body. Within seconds though, they found their way under my panties. He mauled my ass as we kissed. I returned in kind, my hands already undoing his belt.
I couldn't understand where this insatiable need for him always came from. I took off his pants, bending at his feet to help him take them off. Once his pants were out of the way, my hands traced his legs up from his feet to his crotch. Already my head was in his hands. He didn't push it though, letting me do what I wanted. I could just feel his grasp tighten as even this simple act made him excited.
"Yes, I'm definitely hungry," I said and took him in my mouth. Ethan grunted his pleasure. I don't know if he ever knew that, but each time he showed me how excited I made him feel, it turned me on even more. I swallowed him whole and kept going until I couldn't take it any more. I tried to rub myself while sucking on my wonderful lollipop, but couldn't find a good place.
I left his hard cock seconds away from exploding in my mouth, I knew that, but I also knew that sometimes not allowing a man to come only makes his orgasm that much better when he does.
I looked around in dismay. As hot as I felt, the floor wasn't appealing. Ethan stretched his pants on the floor and sat on them, leaning on the wall. He put a condom on. "Come," he said. "You can just sit on me."
I stood above him and raised my skirt. Somehow, I had already taken off my panties. I took one leg to his other side, facing him and started bending my knees. But Ethan suddenly had both his hands at the end of my thighs, under me, like he was weightlifting. He brought his mouth over and just gave me a long wet and tounged kiss where I ached to have one. I loved it when he kissed me there like he was kissing my mouth, but soon my knees became weak. "I can't ... anymore," I manage to say and continued my slide down.
I sat on him, immediately burying his cock in me. I remember sighing, a sigh that meant so many things at the same time. I was so content. I started moving slowly up and down, rubbing my clit against the folds of his belly. I was in heaven.
We came together.
Ethan took out some sandwiches from his pack later, but let me tell you, having sex for lunch was one of the best experiences I've ever had.
"You're nuts? I'm not going down 21 floors. By the time we get downstairs, lunch will be over," I said. "I'm starving."
Ethan had that twinkle in his eye when I said 'hungry,' that delicious mischievous sparkle that could only mean one thing. I got excited. "Just get in there," he said and pushed me playfully. "Quick, before someone sees us."
We went up three flights of stairs to the 24th floor. I walked ahead of him as he pushed me lightly every so often. I knew he was watching my behind. I moved it from side to side and he laughed, grabbing it. He lifted my skirt and the rest of the way up I did with his hand on my panties .
Once we reached the 24th floor, he opened the door and ushered me past the elevator into the offices of the floor. They were completely deserted. I had no idea. "How did you know?"
"I have my sources," he didn't elaborate.
I walked around the floor, examining left over furniture, paint buckets, filing cabinets, even a phone or two.
Ethan walked a few steps behind me. "I figured," he said, "we could have lunch here." He walked to one of the doors and opened it. "It's the cleanest room I could find."
As I walked past the door, Ethan closed it behind us. "You think it's safe?" I asked, unable to mask my growing excitement. "What if someone comes in?"
"The elevator doesn't stop on this floor," he said. "Someone can only enter through the stairs. You know, fire regulations and all." He dropped his pack on the floor, took my hand and pulled me to his arms. His hands couldn't seem to find a resting place as they roamed all over my body. Within seconds though, they found their way under my panties. He mauled my ass as we kissed. I returned in kind, my hands already undoing his belt.
I couldn't understand where this insatiable need for him always came from. I took off his pants, bending at his feet to help him take them off. Once his pants were out of the way, my hands traced his legs up from his feet to his crotch. Already my head was in his hands. He didn't push it though, letting me do what I wanted. I could just feel his grasp tighten as even this simple act made him excited.
"Yes, I'm definitely hungry," I said and took him in my mouth. Ethan grunted his pleasure. I don't know if he ever knew that, but each time he showed me how excited I made him feel, it turned me on even more. I swallowed him whole and kept going until I couldn't take it any more. I tried to rub myself while sucking on my wonderful lollipop, but couldn't find a good place.
I left his hard cock seconds away from exploding in my mouth, I knew that, but I also knew that sometimes not allowing a man to come only makes his orgasm that much better when he does.
I looked around in dismay. As hot as I felt, the floor wasn't appealing. Ethan stretched his pants on the floor and sat on them, leaning on the wall. He put a condom on. "Come," he said. "You can just sit on me."
I stood above him and raised my skirt. Somehow, I had already taken off my panties. I took one leg to his other side, facing him and started bending my knees. But Ethan suddenly had both his hands at the end of my thighs, under me, like he was weightlifting. He brought his mouth over and just gave me a long wet and tounged kiss where I ached to have one. I loved it when he kissed me there like he was kissing my mouth, but soon my knees became weak. "I can't ... anymore," I manage to say and continued my slide down.
I sat on him, immediately burying his cock in me. I remember sighing, a sigh that meant so many things at the same time. I was so content. I started moving slowly up and down, rubbing my clit against the folds of his belly. I was in heaven.
We came together.
Ethan took out some sandwiches from his pack later, but let me tell you, having sex for lunch was one of the best experiences I've ever had.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Introduction to Judy - the craziest of them all
"That's so obvious," a female voice said in what could only sound as contempt.
My buddies and I were suddenly quiet. We all turned our head to this snooty little girl sitting on the right-most edge of the class. The apparent disdain on her face made me feel stupid.
"Excuse me?" the professor asked. "Do you already know the answer?"
I saw the change in her as she noticed everybody in the class looking at her. As if she had suddenly realized she spoke aloud. She straightened in her seat, and it was obvious how self conscious she felt. I never saw a person showing emotions so clearly. She just couldn't hide them. If it was the contempt, or how timid she became.
"Well, yeah," she said, becoming aware also she was the only who was even listening.
My buddies snickered and I had a smirk on my face. We had to keep appearances. This was engineering and no girl of the five in class was going to make us feel stupid. But I did.
"Why don't you come to the board and show us," the prof said. "What is your name?"
"Ehhh," she said. "Judy." She slowly got up.
It was almost painful to watch. I thought she was going to fall as she walked to the board. But I also noticed I held my breath as I followed her with my eyes, checking her out. Yes, she was petite, but despite being skinny, she had the curves I like. I could see through her plain jeans and T her hips, ass and legs and they were shapely. Her breasts were as small as she, which gave her that boyish look some men go for. I was never one of them. Until that day. Seriously, if it wasn't for her long, long hair, there would be little evidence of her womanhood given how skinny she was.
She was so nervous, so self conscious, so aware of herself -- and of us mocking her somewhat -- that her hand shook as she wrote the answer on the board. Everybody could see that and slowly the class quieted. It was unnerving to watch how agitated she was. She seemed in distress.
"Well done," the prof said when she was done. She smiled quickly and started walking back to her seat. I don't know how or why, but suddenly the whole class of over 90% males started clapping. Judy blushed, but she smiled. She stood near her seat, flapping a hand in front of her face as if to cool it down. She then bowed to the class and sat back down.
Well, how could I resist? A bod and a brain. Even then I knew brains attracted me.
When class was dismissed I rushed over. I'm not even sure how I had the nerves. Maybe because she herself looked so anxious all the time.
"Judy," I called to her as I approached. She was packing her bag.
She lifted her head, but I didn't give her enough time to respond. "I'm Ethan. You think you could help me with the homework?"
She smiled. "Of course."
I only later realized that as small as she was, her heart was very large. I didn't really need help, but it was a good place to start. Better than to ask someone out on a date immediately.
We agreed to meet in the library, but the evening ended somewhere else, which will be a post for another time.
[Note: I know this blog is supposed to be all erotica stories, but I felt it important that you get to know Judy a little bit before I get to the real stuff.]
My buddies and I were suddenly quiet. We all turned our head to this snooty little girl sitting on the right-most edge of the class. The apparent disdain on her face made me feel stupid.
"Excuse me?" the professor asked. "Do you already know the answer?"
I saw the change in her as she noticed everybody in the class looking at her. As if she had suddenly realized she spoke aloud. She straightened in her seat, and it was obvious how self conscious she felt. I never saw a person showing emotions so clearly. She just couldn't hide them. If it was the contempt, or how timid she became.
"Well, yeah," she said, becoming aware also she was the only who was even listening.
My buddies snickered and I had a smirk on my face. We had to keep appearances. This was engineering and no girl of the five in class was going to make us feel stupid. But I did.
"Why don't you come to the board and show us," the prof said. "What is your name?"
"Ehhh," she said. "Judy." She slowly got up.
It was almost painful to watch. I thought she was going to fall as she walked to the board. But I also noticed I held my breath as I followed her with my eyes, checking her out. Yes, she was petite, but despite being skinny, she had the curves I like. I could see through her plain jeans and T her hips, ass and legs and they were shapely. Her breasts were as small as she, which gave her that boyish look some men go for. I was never one of them. Until that day. Seriously, if it wasn't for her long, long hair, there would be little evidence of her womanhood given how skinny she was.
She was so nervous, so self conscious, so aware of herself -- and of us mocking her somewhat -- that her hand shook as she wrote the answer on the board. Everybody could see that and slowly the class quieted. It was unnerving to watch how agitated she was. She seemed in distress.
"Well done," the prof said when she was done. She smiled quickly and started walking back to her seat. I don't know how or why, but suddenly the whole class of over 90% males started clapping. Judy blushed, but she smiled. She stood near her seat, flapping a hand in front of her face as if to cool it down. She then bowed to the class and sat back down.
Well, how could I resist? A bod and a brain. Even then I knew brains attracted me.
When class was dismissed I rushed over. I'm not even sure how I had the nerves. Maybe because she herself looked so anxious all the time.
"Judy," I called to her as I approached. She was packing her bag.
She lifted her head, but I didn't give her enough time to respond. "I'm Ethan. You think you could help me with the homework?"
She smiled. "Of course."
I only later realized that as small as she was, her heart was very large. I didn't really need help, but it was a good place to start. Better than to ask someone out on a date immediately.
We agreed to meet in the library, but the evening ended somewhere else, which will be a post for another time.
[Note: I know this blog is supposed to be all erotica stories, but I felt it important that you get to know Judy a little bit before I get to the real stuff.]
Note
Reading Vivian's last post made me realize how much my writing sucks.
I mean - Wow!
We talked and she may edit my posts a little from now on.
I mean - Wow!
We talked and she may edit my posts a little from now on.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Jack Discovers the Monster Within, So Do I
I could hear the buttons of my shirt falling; little, tinkling sounds like freezing rain on a glass window, they spread on the floor. I followed them with my eyes, too shocked to realize what had just happened. But a tug on the remainders of my blouse grounded me back. I looked up into Jack's eyes, searching, trying to understand his intentions. Was he serious? Was he being playful? We weren't playing, I was bawling at him for some stupid thing or another.
He was watching me with as much curiosity. I didn't mean to, but I forgot to breathe. I couldn't read his eyes, but his mouth curved into a small smile. Not a happy one.
"What are you doing?" I finally managed, the air forced back into me.
Jack was still holding me by the ends of my shirt, the one he had just ripped open. His eyes moved from mine downward, to my exposed breasts. It was just a house shirt, I wasn't wearing a bra.
"Jack," I tried to break the spell we both seemed to be in, but my voice came out small. It suddenly hit me; I was scared. "What ...?" I couldn't even finish the sentence.
Jack didn't answer; he didn't blink. His gaze kept moving up into my eyes and down to my breasts. Finally he said, "This is priceless."
I looked at him with questioning eyes and he pulled me to him just as he sat on the bed. I was in his lap and he embraced me. I tried to get away, but he kept me tight, his hold on me strong as a vice. I started shaking and he started caressing my hair.
"You're scaring me," I somehow found my voice.
Jack put a hand on my cheek. "Shhhh," was all he said while he bore into my eyes with his.
I couldn't understand what he was going through. I wasn't sure I knew what I was going through. I couldn't stop shaking. I buried my face in his chest and started crying. He just caressed me until my sobs became whimpers. "Jack, please stop it."
"Stop what?" he faked innocence.
"Stop it, stop it," I suddenly screamed and punched his chest with my two feasts like a stupid girl.
He held my hands in his, hurting my wrists. I cried out. "Stop."
He waited until I was calm again before he let go of my hands, embracing me again, the whole time watching me. I felt like a mouse in a trap. "I can't," he said. "I can't stop." He removed some of my hair from my face. "You're amazing."
"Amazing?"
"You look so scared," he said while his hand moved down to my neck, then to my breasts that he feathered over forward down to my crotch. Other than the shirt, I just had my panties on. They were soaking wet.
He inserted a finger, then another and then suddenly, like he had awoken from some dream, he took them out, put me on the bed and got up. "I'd better go," he said and walked to the door.
I don't know to this day why -- I should have just let him leave -- I got off the bed and ran after him. I stood before him, with the torn house-shirt open, my breasts exposed, my panties all crumpled. We looked at each other for a second before we jumped one another. We kissed like we wanted to devour each other. We didn't even bother going the five or ten steps to the bed. He leaned me against the wall and without even taking his pants off, he entered me so fast I thought I would rip. I came within two or three thrusts; so did he.
It was the event that changed our whole relationship. And not for the better. We became destructive ... but we had fun too.
He was watching me with as much curiosity. I didn't mean to, but I forgot to breathe. I couldn't read his eyes, but his mouth curved into a small smile. Not a happy one.
"What are you doing?" I finally managed, the air forced back into me.
Jack was still holding me by the ends of my shirt, the one he had just ripped open. His eyes moved from mine downward, to my exposed breasts. It was just a house shirt, I wasn't wearing a bra.
"Jack," I tried to break the spell we both seemed to be in, but my voice came out small. It suddenly hit me; I was scared. "What ...?" I couldn't even finish the sentence.
Jack didn't answer; he didn't blink. His gaze kept moving up into my eyes and down to my breasts. Finally he said, "This is priceless."
I looked at him with questioning eyes and he pulled me to him just as he sat on the bed. I was in his lap and he embraced me. I tried to get away, but he kept me tight, his hold on me strong as a vice. I started shaking and he started caressing my hair.
"You're scaring me," I somehow found my voice.
Jack put a hand on my cheek. "Shhhh," was all he said while he bore into my eyes with his.
I couldn't understand what he was going through. I wasn't sure I knew what I was going through. I couldn't stop shaking. I buried my face in his chest and started crying. He just caressed me until my sobs became whimpers. "Jack, please stop it."
"Stop what?" he faked innocence.
"Stop it, stop it," I suddenly screamed and punched his chest with my two feasts like a stupid girl.
He held my hands in his, hurting my wrists. I cried out. "Stop."
He waited until I was calm again before he let go of my hands, embracing me again, the whole time watching me. I felt like a mouse in a trap. "I can't," he said. "I can't stop." He removed some of my hair from my face. "You're amazing."
"Amazing?"
"You look so scared," he said while his hand moved down to my neck, then to my breasts that he feathered over forward down to my crotch. Other than the shirt, I just had my panties on. They were soaking wet.
He inserted a finger, then another and then suddenly, like he had awoken from some dream, he took them out, put me on the bed and got up. "I'd better go," he said and walked to the door.
I don't know to this day why -- I should have just let him leave -- I got off the bed and ran after him. I stood before him, with the torn house-shirt open, my breasts exposed, my panties all crumpled. We looked at each other for a second before we jumped one another. We kissed like we wanted to devour each other. We didn't even bother going the five or ten steps to the bed. He leaned me against the wall and without even taking his pants off, he entered me so fast I thought I would rip. I came within two or three thrusts; so did he.
It was the event that changed our whole relationship. And not for the better. We became destructive ... but we had fun too.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
The best head I ever had
Writing this blog brings back memories. I'm 44 years-old today, but back in 96, when I first met Viv, I was 33 and bored out of my mind.
I was sent from work to some boring high-paying project for the summer. Viv, amazingly, was sent from another city and another company to the same firm. I was doing IT; she, financial consulting. The bitch, seven years younger than me, and already climbing up the corporate ladder.
She would strut around in her skirts, her fine legs and even more delicious ass on display. Her biggest flaw - small tits, but I couldn't complain. Her other assets more than made up for it, not to mention her enthusiasm.
Not knowing anyone in the city, we gravitated toward each other after I we met when I (very gladly) helped her with some IT issues. We started hanging out.
It didn't take long and we started fucking. I just can't remember a lot of it because I was often too stoned, but I can remember the feelings of awe after each encounter.
One such encounter was when that crazy girl gave me head one day. We were walking back from the office (relatively sober and grounded still, so I remember). We kept touching each other as we walked. I was reaching my limit and was about to take her right there when Viv suddenly pushed me into the bushes at the side of one of the buildings.
She lay me on the ground and sat on top of me, her skirts going up her legs. She started dry humping me. I was sure we were going to fuck right there. Just as I put my hands on my belt to open it, Viv got off me.
Before I could pull her back, she put her hands on my belt, wasting no time. Before long my cock was in her trusty hands. She looked at me. Viv has these amazing huge green eyes that are so sexy at the best of time, but when she's in heat, they're just ... irresistible.
I tried to sit up and kiss her, but she pushed me back down. She pulled her hair aside and leaned her head toward my cock. She sucked me off right there, while positioning herself on my hand so that I didn't even have to do much. Of all the women I've ever had, Viv gives the best head. She deep throats, she uses her hand in conjunction, her tongue. I never once felt her teeth on my cock. I didn't want to miss a beat and helped her push her long, soft hair back whenever it fell, obstructing the show. She blew me until she came on my hand. Until I came. In her mouth.
It was one experience I'd never forget.
I think some passersby saw us. I'm pretty sure. But who cares. We went for a beer after. The best blow job I ever had.
[[This post is probably not typical of what I intend to write here. I just couldn't resist as this whole blog business with Viv brought back the memories.]]
I was sent from work to some boring high-paying project for the summer. Viv, amazingly, was sent from another city and another company to the same firm. I was doing IT; she, financial consulting. The bitch, seven years younger than me, and already climbing up the corporate ladder.
She would strut around in her skirts, her fine legs and even more delicious ass on display. Her biggest flaw - small tits, but I couldn't complain. Her other assets more than made up for it, not to mention her enthusiasm.
Not knowing anyone in the city, we gravitated toward each other after I we met when I (very gladly) helped her with some IT issues. We started hanging out.
It didn't take long and we started fucking. I just can't remember a lot of it because I was often too stoned, but I can remember the feelings of awe after each encounter.
One such encounter was when that crazy girl gave me head one day. We were walking back from the office (relatively sober and grounded still, so I remember). We kept touching each other as we walked. I was reaching my limit and was about to take her right there when Viv suddenly pushed me into the bushes at the side of one of the buildings.
She lay me on the ground and sat on top of me, her skirts going up her legs. She started dry humping me. I was sure we were going to fuck right there. Just as I put my hands on my belt to open it, Viv got off me.
Before I could pull her back, she put her hands on my belt, wasting no time. Before long my cock was in her trusty hands. She looked at me. Viv has these amazing huge green eyes that are so sexy at the best of time, but when she's in heat, they're just ... irresistible.
I tried to sit up and kiss her, but she pushed me back down. She pulled her hair aside and leaned her head toward my cock. She sucked me off right there, while positioning herself on my hand so that I didn't even have to do much. Of all the women I've ever had, Viv gives the best head. She deep throats, she uses her hand in conjunction, her tongue. I never once felt her teeth on my cock. I didn't want to miss a beat and helped her push her long, soft hair back whenever it fell, obstructing the show. She blew me until she came on my hand. Until I came. In her mouth.
It was one experience I'd never forget.
I think some passersby saw us. I'm pretty sure. But who cares. We went for a beer after. The best blow job I ever had.
[[This post is probably not typical of what I intend to write here. I just couldn't resist as this whole blog business with Viv brought back the memories.]]
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