A Few of My Favorite Things

 Some interesting stories designed to get the blood circulating!

She wore ankle strap heels . . . 

An offer accepted . . . 

As soon as the door clicked . . . 

Garage

Guest writer K offers this:

Again. Not again. It was always at the worst times….

The entire neighborhood, children and dogs included, were in her yard. And here she was…with her son’s soccer coach, in the garage closet.

When he showed up at this party in the usual athletic shorts, she instantly noticed the outline of his manhood under the thin layers of polyester mesh. How his fiancé allowed him to wear those so casually, was beyond her. As soon as each family dispersed into the crowd, they made their respective exits…

His lean body perfectly curved against her as she arched back to kiss him. He wrapped a muscular arm around her torso and cupped her breast, pulling her into him more vehemently.

She braced herself against old mementos and hardware as he pounded into her from behind. They didn’t even want to look into each other’s’ eyes. The shame was almost too much, at least this time, because of the presence of their loved one’s mere yards away. But they couldn’t resist each other; it was inexplicable. The electricity was obvious at the first athletic camp practice this summer when they met. It was palpable, uncontrollable, just like their lovemaking.

The summer heat was nothing compared to the fire that they created when their skin met.

Sweat beaded on her chest as he circled her clit with confident fingers. Behind her, he gently bit her neck and stroked into her until her stomach clenched, on the verge of ecstasy.

Outside they heard excited tones from the party, a reminder that they couldn’t prolong their climax any longer. She put her hand on his, and circled her wetness more furiously. Her legs trembled as he increased his pace, slamming into her firm ass in steady, constant rhythm with their ragged breaths. As her body convulsed into his hard pelvis, her muscles tightened around him. She felt him in her core. They came together, in a rush of sweat and adrenaline. This was the catharsis they both needed after keeping face for so long. Eventually they would have to find a better solution, but now, these rendezvous would have to suffice. 

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

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.