The Interview

she was tall... lean ... fit.




Her hair a deep red, her skin a tempting olive tan



Her legs long, sleek, amazing.



Her feet inside 4-inch heels, black, accenting her perfect arches and freshly manicured toes...



She wore a black dress cut high... with a neckline inviting attention



She checked her phone, then checked it again. Found the office number where they were to meet.



His office. A strange town. A red brick building over 100 years old.



Dimly lit elevator, dark hallway.



She knocked on the door.



The door opened and she saw him. In her heels, she was a bit taller...more than a bit taller than he was.



He was fit and lean as well, attired in a dark suit, white shirt, blue tie.



He closed the door as she eased in...



She felt his arm on her back... felt his body as his lips grazed her neck.



She was against the wall ... and his lips were on her shoulders.



His hand held her arms against her waist...



He delighted in the scent of her perfume...soft, subtle, enveloping the room



She felt his hardness against her... felt his body close on hers



The zipper to her dress went down... and his tongue and lips followed, tracing her spine



His hands on her waist, now her legs... discovering their firm feel...



He traces a line back up, bites her neck... his hands easing the dress off her shoulders...



He rests his hands on her soft stomach... lets them linger... then up to her breasts as his kisses on her back and neck grow more intense...



He traces back down... his kisses on the firm, wonderful flesh of her ass... admiring the lacy thong... his hand removing it and noting her warmth, her moisture...



He dives into her... tongue against her anal opening... her moans clearly audible beyond the wooden door



his fingers against her clit as his mouth teases and taunts her ass...



with the other hand, a finger penetrates her anus... and his mouth finds the sweet, delicate flavor of her pussy...



the sensation makes her moan deeply and he is entranced...focused... massaging her clit with his tongue, two fingers inside her, rocking in a gentle rhythm...



he won't stop... tongue fucking her, tasting her very essence... diving inside and licking up and down, side to side.. licking the inside of her pink flesh



her eyes are closed, her head back... he keeps going, licking, sucking, taking her clit in his mouth as his fingers go up and in, finding that just so sensitive spot...



Again and again he hits her pleasure center... and finally, her hands on his slightly moist hair, she screams... says his name over and over...



Her weak legs seem to collapse... and he directs her to the nearby chair... her juices seeping onto the cloth seat...



her long, lithe arms reach out, and he embraces her...and for the first time, they kiss...their lips on fire as they dance



Her other hand finds his belt, unbuckles, unzips... reaches in to find throbbing heat against soft cotton



Reaching past elastic, she finds the head of his raging cock... notes the pre-cum and rubs just under the head, circles...



He stands and she pulls him close... Her lips gently caress the tip of his head... her tongue traces down his shaft, all the way to his balls...and back up... and down again...



and then he is fully in her mouth. she is devouring him, he is fucking her lips, her tongue... admiring her incredible body... his tie against her deep red locks...



He savors the moment, savors her... enjoys the sound of his cock against the flesh of her mouth... he nearly explodes as she looks up at him, practically begging him for more...



He places a hand on her head, tugs gently ...pulls her back...



He tells her to stand up... and he takes a seat... takes his shirt off...



and there he is... naked, sweaty, cock huge with desire...



and she straddles him... the wet lips of her pussy against his chest... working down



he holds his cock in his hand... teases her clit with the head...and she can't take it, she sits on him... all the way down... all the way, taking every inch of his cock inside



she looks at him, leans down, the lips meet as their bodies find a rhythm...



his hands on her waist, he guides her up and down, at the right speed... lips on her breasts, her neck... squeezing as he nears orgasm...



he thrusts deep, deeper, harder... she is begging his cock to take her ... faster... harder...



He wants more, all of her...



in, out... all the way out.. .plunging back in...holding her down as he grinds against her...



as they kiss again, lips still hot with desire, he feels the head of his cock grow larger... feels the tingling sensation... and lets go...



his hot, white liquid fills her... one, two, three...more thrusts... she is still fucking him, his cock semi-hard... wanting more



their bodies sticky, the air thick with the scent of sex...



smiles



a warm embrace... she on his lap, his cock resting... her body just warming up...

Guest Lecture

her khaki cargo pants and thick belt hit the floor

orange thong hugs a tight, small ass

my hands run under her polo shirt

warm skin meets cool control

she is short, thin, but her hips are amazing and her B size breasts beg to be touched

her hair in a bun exposes soft neck, angling for a touch

my tongue obliges as fingers work her nipples to perfect hardness

pants unzip and cock meets her thigh

fingers pry her open as i thrust in

her deep moan awakens my senses

and i thrust again

one hand on her hips pulling her to me

one hand against toned stomach, up to firm breasts

my hot mouth on her neck and back

teeth grazing

she is mine

all mine

but i'm also hers

lost inside her

forgetting that we are in the back of classroom in a 3rd floor college building

forgetting that just minutes ago i was wrapping up my presentation

forgetting that someone could walk back in

forgetting my next appointment, just 15 minutes from now

all i can think of is her

how she feels, how she moves beneath me

i love her body's response to my touch

i love the instant connection we created

harder now, faster

her hands grip down against the desk

she struggles to muffle a scream as i pull out all the way and then thrust deelpy inside, grinding now, using my hand on her clit

i feel her clamp down, her breathing changes, and i can't hold back, i cum, shoot hard and deep

and then kneel down to taste her, to savor our juices mixed together, to lick each drop of her orgasm, to keep her going

she is heavenly, searing hot, and luscious



now i'm zipped

and i remember her deep brown eyes as she walked in, her clothes, hiding an amazing and small body

her pants back up, thong now gone -- a tragedy of my eagerness to have her -- and she is neat, and ready to meet some friends at the library

the sweat at the small of my back reminds me of our encounter

and we discuss the next time i'll be on campus

the work to do between now and then

and we part ways

a meeting

a night of studying

and an incredible ending to a presentation

The Shower

She walks through the door at nearly 9 pm ... it has been a long, crazy day and she is frazzled and fried. her frame is small... a little over 5 feet tall and her skin delightfully alive ... her hair, curly and inviting, surrounds fragile face that hides her darkest desires.. her brilliant hazel eyes often catch the attention of men who pass her by -- today, those eyes are watery, worn, weary. she wears a black skirt, simple white blouse now unbuttoned below her perky C-cup breasts. her legs are bare and simple, black cotton panties protect an area that has received far too little attention in the past months her small feet with amazingly high arches are tucked into 4 inch high steve maddens with a tantalizing ankle strap -- she kicks them off and reveals toes with dark paint that badly need to relax she enters her bedroom and discards her blouse. into the bathroom, she turns the shower on ... full blast, full heat... she removes her clothes completely and stands there, completely nude, feeling a chill come over her. he was supposed to have been there when she got home ... but maybe his day was crazy, too she returns to the bathroom and is embraced by the warmth of a fog of steam. moisture beads up on her pale skin. she steps into the shower and closes the door .. the heat stings, and she adds a touch of cool water to take the edge off. her body is relaxing. her eyes close as she wets her hair. and her mind wanders. he arrives. he can't believe he's late. his meeting in the city had gone way too long. he is in a navy pin-striped suit, pink shirt with french cuffs, and a patterned pink tie. he hears the shower. sees the shoes and trail of clothes. he walks into the bedroom and removes his suit. takes all of his clothes off. he is not tall, but his body shows he has been in the gym -- toned, but not bulky. he removes his dark rimmed glasses and stands in the room, completely nude ... his cock grows as he approaches the door the steam hits him and he can just make out rita's outline through the opaque glass door he is now standing at full attention, blood throbbing and coarsing through him... she jumps as he opens the door... startled out of an imaginary world. her shock is replaced with a boisterous smile and he grabs her and pulls her to him as their bodies are sprayed with steam and pounding water. his kiss electrifies her ... sets her on fire. she returns his passion ten-fold. he feels her need to his core. her hair is dark and wet and shiny and wonderful his cock rubs against her stomach... and she feels the sting of his heat. his kisses find her neck, her collarbone... trace down to her shoulders hands explore her glorious skin as his tongue teases her nipples, his mouth enveleoping a luscious breast he finds the line between her breasts... his tongue traces down to her belly button... to her body's center. a thin strip of now-darkened hair, matted wet, stands above an apparently aroused pussy. his tongue and lips place kisses on her inner thigh as her hands fall upon his head, then brace against the shower wall as first one, then a second finger thrusts inside her... she is aching, longing for this touch... quick flicks of the tongue delight her clit .. .then stop, teasing and tasting her sweetness.. probing inside warm, velvety folds... her release is quick, almost painful... she can't remember when the last time a man did that for her... as she nearly collapses upon him, he guides her out of the shower and wraps her in a towel he cradles her in his arms and lays her now steamy, relaxed body on the bed... as he opens the towel, he places a kiss on her toe, his tongue tracing her long arch and his lips embracing her ankle... all the way up her toned calves... behind her knee as she giggles ... to her warm thighs he finds her center again, wakes up the already aroused pussy and as his lips meet hers, he is inside her... slowly, carefully, deeply inside he keeps kissing her... his eyes meet hers as their bodies join together -- they are perfectly matched in height and he licks just behind her ear as his hands pull her body into his... his thrusts are slow, long, and his dick is harder than she remembers ever feeling.. seemingly growing and bulging inside her he arches back and plunges deeper... she screams in a slight tinge of pain and then they find a rhythm... then he stops... holds himself as far inside as he can... "kiss me" ... and she does... "kiss me" and again... he's holding himself there... holding them together... and their kiss becomes so intense, so rich, textured and their bodies so still ... a perfect togetherness he feels her getting closer... and as they kiss, his hand rubs her engorged clit... her pulsating rhythm makes him explode and he shouts breathlessly... "kiss me"... all his force musters a whisper and their lips lock as their bodies rejoice together

Midnight

It is 7:45 PM.

I sit alone in a crowded parking lot.

Neon lights stare in as human eyes ignore.

Carts rush by and clank and clatter and crash and stop.

I taste and close my eyes.

And it is midnight.

For one second. For two. Three seconds.  Five.

I open my eyes and it is 7:46 turning to :47.

The sweetness on my lips.

In my mind, it is midnight.

Dark chocolate sends the message of pleasure my brain so desperately needs.

I recall an earlier time.

Quiet, lonely nights.

Comfort found in food alone.  Checks bounced to buy whole pizzas.

Tonight, it's midnight. For exactly 1 minute and 33 seconds, it is midnight.

The rest of the chocolate provides only momentary delight.

And midnight is gone.

By 8:03 PM I am home.

But for almost two full minutes that day, I felt pure pleasure.

Empty

He wore a simple shirt and chinos everyday.  He had four such shirts and two pairs of pants and the laundrymat was just under a mile away.  His house was a small box – an entrance right into the “living area” behind which sat a kitchen and eating area.  Two rooms and a bathroom down a small hallway.  At 6 AM sharp on Monday-Friday he opened the door to usually crisp, cool air.  His car, the aging Mercury Monarch, was serviceable and clean and he arrived at work in 45 minutes or less.  He dreamed of moving to the city.  Of a simple apartment and a walk to work.  Of a White Owl on the way home on cool nights.  Never on the way in, he doesn’t want to smell of cigar when he arrives.  On the way home.  He rarely sees anyone immediately after work, and even if he does manage to grab a fast-food dinner, so what?  If he were to see someone or have a date or event, he’d shower first, anyway. 

 

It concerned him that no one really was out downtown after about 6PM unless there was an event or something.  Kind of odd, really.  A big city with mostly empty buildings for 12, 14, 16 hours a day. 

On the Stairs

He met her on the concrete stairs in the building.  Dark.  There were lights but they never seemed to work or they would flicker in that last gasp of fluorescent life.  The concrete was cool and the halls smelled moldy.  Her scent was bright, fresh, slightly citrus.  The contrast was intense.  The two of them, well-dressed, clean, fresh.  The building old and worn and tired.  A low-rent office space for 3^rd-rate businesses finds two professionals – young, hungry, desperate for a touch.  Her heels cost two months of his office rent.  Her deep brown eyes lingered on his body…taking all of him in.  The slight, well-defined frame of his body … not large, not excessive…but commanding attention and respect.  Her tiny hands deftly unbuckle his belt…slip beneath the wool of his suit, the cotton of his best-of-both-worlds boxer briefs.  Firm, searing hot, of decent proportion. 

 

His lips meet hers and the two of them nearly lift-off, explode.  Neither really likes to be touched.  While appearing appropriate and kind, they’re not truly friendly.  And yet, in these moments, they can’t help but devour each other.  Immerse in one another’s scent, touch, taste.  It’s as if they save every sensual need for these 10 or 15 minutes of sweet escape. 

 

Her skirt is navy, light blue button-down, hair curled and cascading about her shoulders… she’s a hummingbird… dainty, delicate, tan. In 4-inch heels she’s still looking up at him.  Her energy is what he noticed.  And the way she looked amazing at 7:30 AM – perfect, everything in place…and yet, still just as perfect at 6 or 7 PM when their days as co-workers would end.  This was before now…before they had realized their mutual need for each other. 

 

She stepped out of her skirt, turned to the rail.  He nearly climbed her, his need so desperate.  Bodies now joined, pure bliss.  The feel of him inside her was almost too much, too perfect.  Their bodies made for this.  One of his hands on her mouth, her teeth gritting closely to muffle the sound… deep, urgent moans from within that sounded as soft whimpers in the cool stairwell. 

 

This was what… the fifth or sixth meeting they’d had like this?  It started as a coffee meeting one morning with the pretense of a job he could offer her. Then another coffee.  Then lunch.  At that first meeting, her hand brushed his and their eyes met and lights went on.  At the second, a knowing dance around evident desire.  

 

At the third, she thanked him with a hug that became a kiss that she said she shouldn’t have given…but that he gladly accepted. 

 

Now, this.  He thought he heard a door open from a lower floor.  No real danger, but an annoyance.  And then lost.  Totally gone.  A SWAT team could enter the building now and they wouldn’t be able to stop.  In sync.  His teeth grazing her neck.  Hand around her waist.  She clinches down, down. Harder.  Sweet hot heaven.

 

Her skirt back on, she turns to him.  He is zipped, tie straight.  Perfect.  He catches a glimpse of her ankle.  Then her eyes. 

 

Two professionals open the door to the 90+ degree heat and the glaring sun and walk in separate ways to different meetings where they will be stars. 

Monarch

The office is in a building that is 100 years old.  116 years old, really.  It’s a brick building, painted over several times.  Two quick-service restaurants are in the lower floor.  The bathrooms are only accessible with a key because a number of homeless people hang out in the small park just across the street – if the bathrooms were publicly accessible, homeless men would clean up there.  Or live there in the cold or hot weather.  Not really good for business.  But it sucks to have to tell your clients they need your key to use the bathroom.  On the plus side, it is easy to schedule a lunch very close to the office. 

 

The building smells.  Like old paper.  The businesses inside vary.  Lawyers in solo practice.  Medical billing firms.  Some very small production companies.  A jewelry repair shop.  A shoe repair shop.  The building owners also run a company that makes “smart” water, whatever that is.  You have to use the elevators to go upstairs.  This is also to protect from homeless people.  Plus, once you are on a floor, you can only exit via the stairs to the ground floor – again, for safety. 

 

The building locks at 6 and requires special entry via a digital “key.”

 

His office is 125 square feet.  The rent is very low for downtown.  The location is ideal for a number of the occupants.  Rent payment is generally flexible.  His business is somewhat slow – but the office is a nice (and mostly quiet) place for him to write, to think, and to masturbate. 

 

He started seeing clients there recently.  Clients of a vaguely defined business enterprise.  Most paid him in cash.  One particularly exasperating project earned him a year’s supply of free frozen yogurt and $25. 

 

Most of his client engagements lasted two to three months.  He couldn’t quite explain that phenomenon.  But it paid the rent and his bills.  You know food and the cost of maintaining a red Mercury Monarch.