Workout

Ten... eleven... twelve. I let the weights settle back onto the stack after grunting the overhead press bar a dozen times. My thrice-weekly workout is a major part of my stress relief regimen. I never miss it. Today I was having an especially good workout, and I felt great.

The equipment room, like everything else in our club, is top notch. All the latest machines from Cybex, plus LifeCycles, Stair Masters, treadmills - everything the up-and-coming high-tech executive needs to keep in shape. As Chair of the Admissions Committee, I make sure that we have only the finest clientele - that can pay the exorbitant dues to maintain these high standards.

Today there was a new couple working out; they were hard to miss. He was medium height but very muscular, clearly someone who works out more often than most. She was quite stunning; I don't think my description can do her justice, but I'll try:

Just a couple inches short of six feet tall, and perfectly proportioned, she had short auburn hair framing a lovely open face. Her eyes were large and very blue. She wore skin-tight gray workout garb: a halter top that covered her large breasts but revealed a firm, flat midriff, and shorts that reached the tops of her knees. Her bare arms and legs were shapely and strong. She was fit, feminine, and fabulous.

Dick Rodgers came out of the locker room and spotted the new couple. He greeted them, then spotted me giving my best to the curl machine. Dick brought them over and made introductions. Jim and Colleen, applying to be new members as Dick's guests. Jim's handshake was like a vise, and Colleen's was almost as firm. Her hands were very soft, and I immediately noted her long, red nails - kind of a weakness of mine, if you must know. Jim and Colleen seemed pleasant enough.

They continued their workout, and so did I. Clearly an expert on the various machines, Jim was guiding Colleen through her paces. I couldn't help but glance in her direction every so often. As she pulled down the lat bar (with more weight than I attempt) her breasts pushed forward with each stroke. Okay, once in a while I stared. On the calf machine, her round firm bottom flexed on every rep. She sat down at the curl machine next to me as I pushed the tricep bar. As she wrapped her fingers around the grips and began her set, she caught me looking at her hands. Probably used to that kind of attention, she just smiled.

While I was nearing my 25th minute on the treadmill, they finished their workout. With a quick kiss, they parted company and went to their respective locker rooms. Five minutes later I stepped off the slowing belt and headed there myself.

The area around my locker was deserted. From the showers I heard a single loud spray of water. I peeled off my sweaty clothes, picked up my soap and towel, and strode down the hall. The tile floor was cool on my bare feet when I reached the jacuzzi and shower area. Over the sound of the water spray I heard a man's low moan, "Uhhh... uhhh... uhhh..."

There are two long rows of eight showers, each open at the back but separated by a low tiled wall. At the farthest stall on the right I saw Jim, but he didn't see me. The wall shielded him from the armpits down, but I could see that he had his back to the nozzle; the water was splashing against the back of his neck. His head was tilted forward and he was rocking rhythmically and moaning. Oh, great, I thought, this idiot is jerking off in the shower! Well, there goes my recommendation for their membership.

I stepped across to the first stall on the left and turned on the spray. As I adjusted the temperature I thought: Maybe my quick impression was mistaken; I had to give him another chance, so I glanced back in his direction. Then I spotted her.

She was kneeling on the tile shower floor, her long calves pointed away from him. The vertical line of the wall hid most of her body from me, but I could see her naked shoulders and behind. Jim had his hands on either side of her head, which was moving forward and backward. She was giving him oral sex, right there in our shower! Imagine!

I turned away and stepped into my shower. They hadn't seen me, so perhaps I could just play dumb. They'd get it over with and get out, and I'd make sure they would never return. Meanwhile, I would just take my shower and mind my own business.

As I soaped up my body Jim's moans reach their peak. I have to admit that the thought of that exquisite creature on her knees just a few steps away was quite arousing. My mind drifted away for a second as I washed. My thoughts got the best of my hand for a brief moment, and it began washing my cock with undue interest. I stopped after a few seconds when I realized what was happening, thankfully before achieving an erection. After a few moments his shower turned off. I turned to face the spray before me and started washing my hair; a moment later I heard footsteps walk behind me and down the hall. I began rinsing the shampoo from my hair.

My head was taking the full force of the stream when I felt a firm hand on my shoulder - not something you welcome in a locker room shower. I turned around to see Coleen standing there wearing nothing but a smile. She lowered her hand to her side as she looked into my eyes.

"I certainly hope this won't affect our application for membership," she said earnestly, with just a hint of a smile.

I'm afraid I was speechless as I stared at the vision before me. She had been merely breathtaking in her workout togs; she was even more spectacular in the nude. Now her auburn hair was slicked back, further accenting her lovely face. Her breasts were firm and round, with rosy areolas and large pink nipples which now stood erect. Droplets of water stood out all over her fair skin, which would have been flawless but for a single tiny freckle just above her bikini line. Below was a heart-shaped patch of pubic hair that confirmed the authenticity of her coloring.

As shocked as I was at her behavior, and incredulous at her presence here in the men's locker room, I couldn't move. I was paralyzed by the sight of her perfect body, and more than a bit curious about her intentions.

"You see, my husband and I are recently married, and sometimes we just can't help ourselves," she explained, somewhat timidly. Her eyes lowered in a shy gesture as she continued. "Working out always gets us quite aroused." Her glance moved upward a bit, and before I realized what she was looking at she said, "Well... I see it does the same thing for you as well!"

I quickly followed her eyeline and confirmed that she was looking at my cock: firm from before, but still only partially erect. It pointed away from my body at a forty-five degree angle. Knowing she was staring, it gave an involuntary twitch of excitement. Just as quickly I looked back at her face, which was now turning upwards toward my own. Her eyes sparkled as her gaze met mine. In the same smooth movement she bent her knees and lowered herself to the floor, saying, "Now then, there must be something I can do to earn your support."

Before I could react she was kneeling on the tile floor right in front of me. The jet of water was blasting against my back as she leaned slightly forward, mouth open. She took just the head of my cock between her lips and closed them gently around it. I could feel her tongue licking the underside softly. Colleen raised her left hand and use her thumb and forefinger to take hold of the base of my cock. Her remaining fingers were splayed outward against my stomach. I couldn't help looking at her beautiful fingers and long red nails as they played in my dark wet hair. She moved her head forward and back slightly, just enough to tease the head of my cock.

She sucked it like a Tootsie Pop for several exquisite moments. Suddenly she tilted her head back slightly, released me from her oral grip, and looked up to assure me. "No worries, Jim's watching the door. We won't be disturbed," she said, assuaging a fear I hadn't had time to experience. Turning back to the matter at hand, she again engulfed just the tip of my cock between her soft, warm lips.

The fine spray that drifted over my back added a layer of mist to Colleen's beautiful wet body. Sucking firmly but sweetly, she moved her head forward quickly and back very slowly, concentrating on just the tip, coaxing me to a rock-solid erection after just a few moments.

Pushing herself back gently, she admired her handiwork. My cock jutted straight out from my body, pointing slightly upwards. She looked up at me and smiled, then stood up. What was she doing? She did a quick effortless pirouette on one foot, turning her back on me. Shifting her weight, she placed her feet at shoulder width. Bending forward in one strong motion, she presented her magnificent ass, which now framed her auburn-thatched pussy. One hand suddenly appeared between her legs, and her strong fingers parted her pussy lips. "Now give me a bit of that," she said breathlessly. I didn't take long to consider this invitation.

I took two small steps forward and placed my hands on her hips. My cock seemed to have a built-in homing device that directed itself straight ahead toward her pussy, which was at exactly the right height for my approach. The head of my cock stopped just as it touched her portal. I savored the warm wetness there for a second. Sensing my apprehension, she said softly, "Come on then, give it all to me." I pushed my pelvis forward and my cock slid deep inside her.

She was as strong and agile inside as her physique intimated. Her pussy caressed and squeezed my cock almost as dexterously as her mouth had. With her internal muscles she stroked my hard cock. I pulled back, then slid forward again. Her muscle action matched my thrusts perfectly. Her hand, which had presented the opening for me, now let go. Her gentle fingers reached further back between her legs until they touched my dangling balls. She caressed them as I slid my cock in and out. The touch of her soft fingers contrasted with the occasional brush of her hard nails against the tender skin of my ball sac. It was the most incredible feeling, and I wanted it to go on for hours. Soon it began to get the best of me, and all I could say was, "Oh... wait..."

Colleen knew just what I meant. She relaxed her internal grip on my eager cock, and leaned forward just enough to extricate herself from my pole. All I could do was stand there, my throbbing cock pointing straight ahead, ready to burst. She stood up and turned around to face me. Reaching forward as if to shake my hand, she turned her hand palm down and took hold of my aching cock. Her large hand closed around it, covering it completely. Stepping to my right side, she cozied up next to me. In my suddenly heightened sense of awareness I could feel her breasts pressed against my upper right arm and her wiry pubic hair against my thigh. Her left arm reached across my back, and she grasped my left bicep firmly.

She began stroking my cock with her hand. Slowly and steadily she began raising and bending her right leg, brushing it against my knees, then moving up to my quadriceps. Finally she rested her firm thigh against my balls, providing a most amazing sensation. I felt completely engulfed by her powerful sexual presence.

I could only stare downward at the incredible goings-on. Her strong hand moved up and down my cock, still slippery with her juices. Colleen glanced at my face and saw where I was looking. Slipping off the end of my cock, she turned her hand palm up and slipped it under my cock. She paused for a dramatic second, then wrapped her fingers around my shaft - just as I'd watched her do on the curl machine earlier. The sight of her long, red nails against my swollen purple cock gave me a shudder of delight. "There, that looks better, now doesn't it?" she asked, knowing full well how much it turned me on. Just the tip of my cock protruded from her elegant fist as she resumed stroking.

Her thigh pressing against my balls, her beautiful hand pumping my cock, and it was more than I could take. I groaned with delight as the sensation reached its peak. Sensing my imminent climax, Colleen worked with even greater vigor. Every bit of energy and strength from her workout was now directed toward my cock. I signalled my delight with a long squirt of hot cum, which she met with a gasp of her own. Her thigh pushed gently upwards in rhythm with her hand, further encouraging my swollen balls, and they came through with everything they had. Each squirt seemed to originate from deep inside my groin. She pumped and squeezed what seemed like a dozen foot-long blasts from my tingling cock.

With a final jerk of my body indicating the end of my pleasure, she continued to stroke my now-flagging cock, delivering the last few drops remaining inside. My cum caught the flow of water from the shower and headed for the drain. Colleen unwrapped herself from around me, holding my soft cock gently until the last.

Finally giving my cock a soft, affectionate squeeze, she released her velvet grip. Stepping back slightly, she looked into my eyes and smiled. "I surely hope you'll approve our application for membership. We really like the club very much, and I know I'd enjoy seeing you here now and again." A quick wink, and she turned and walked away.

Sleepy Surprise

"BRRZZZZZT!"

The loud buzz of the alarm terminated almost as abruptly as it began, as I slapped my hand down on the snooze button. No light shone through the drapes; it was still pitch black outside. I hate Daylight Savings, that one time of year when we screw up everybody's internal clock and make them lose an hour's sleep.

This was especially tough for me, since I had to get such an early start on this first Monday after the time change. I held the alarm clock in my outstretched hand, my body frozen in place after its swift movement to stifle the noise. Donny's deep breathing next to me confirmed that he was still soundly asleep. Good. He'd been up very late and could still catch about three hours more sleep before beginning his busy day. Our schedules had somehow gotten out of synch in the past few months, disrupting many things -- not the least of which was our sex life.

I carefully set the clock down on the nighttable, switching off the alarm button, and slipped gently out of bed. In the pitch darkness I made my way into the bathroom, closed the door, and flipped on the light. A few minutes later, I turned on the hot water in the shower to let it warm up. I opened the door just a crack to peek out and check the time. The fixture in the bathroom sent out a strong shaft of light through the doorway, splitting the otherwise totally dark bedroom in half, the centerline running right across our bed. The morning was pleasantly warm, so my husband was lying there totally uncovered. The ribbon of light was just wide enough to illuminate his hips, spotlighting his fully erect cock, standing straight and tall.

Ah, yes, that first magnificent erection of the morning. I smiled as I remembered that phenomenon. Closing the door, I climbed into the shower. Going through my bathing ritual, my mind flashed again on his "tower of love" just outside the door. How many times we'd made good use of that morning arousal... I'd awaken to feel his boner gently prodding my backside, and I'd turn onto my back, part my legs, and invite him inside me. Pulling him into me, I'd tuck my heels into his buttocks, coaxing him even deeper inside. A few words of encouragement, "Come on, lover, give me all of that big cock... it feels soooo good..." and he'd plunge deep into me, his body shuddering, and I'd feel that big blast of cum surge inside my waiting pussy.

Or, just about as often, I'd awaken to see the tent-pole next to me, slide the covers back, and straddle him for an early-morning quickie of my own. I could ride him up and down, sliding his cock in and out, or slide back and forth, moving just my hips. This kept him deep inside me and always seemed to bring him off quickly and strongly.

What had happened to those simpler days? When we could casually knock off a quickie whenever we felt like it, and still have time and energy for long, langorous sessions of intense lovemaking once or twice a week. With our schedules so crazy, and our jobs so demanding, it seemed like we never had time for any sex at all anymore.

I turned off the shower, stepped out, and toweled off. As I roughly dried my hair with a fresh towel, I peeked out to door again just to see... he was still soundly sleeping, in the same position, and his magnificent boner was still pointing skyward, though beginning to droop a bit. I'd forgotten how beautiful his cock was...

When we were first married, I used to tease him about his "porn star cock" and how he should be in movies. His cock is just over six inches long, but perfectly straight and with a flawless cylindrical shaft. The head is a darker color than the shaft, with a silky smooth texture, and is beautifully formed with a pronounced ridge like a big, sexy mushroom. In fact, it looks just like the cock of Peter North, our favorite porn star (not quite as long, of course, and that's alright with me!).

Leaving the door ajar, I finished towel-drying my hair, and quickly ran a comb through it. I stepped into the bedroom, leaving the door open slightly to provide just a bit of light in the room.

Donny's breathing told me that he was deeply and completely asleep. I tiptoed around to his side of the bed. He'd shifted his position, bending the leg nearest me and turning his body slightly toward that side. His erection had nearly subsided, and his cock lay dormant against his upper thigh. I knelt next to the bed, my face near his hips.

I didn't want to wake him, knowing how badly he needed his sleep... but I did want to have a bit of fun. I decided to play a little game with myself, getting him off without using anything but my mouth. Pursing my lips, I gently blew a little cool air over his softening penis. It twitched once in response. I blew again, keeping the stream of air going for several long seconds. This time his cock rose to the occasion, lifting like a fleshy drawbridge off of his thigh. It pointed toward me now at a jaunty angle.

Bending forward, I opened my mouth as wide as I could manage. Without letting any skin touch, I allowed his swollen cock to enter my mouth almost all the way. At the moment I felt his big cockhead touch the back of my tongue, I knew I'd reached my limit, and I closed my lips and mouth around his organ all at once. The warm, moist sensation stirred him, and he reacted with a gentle moan. I held him there, motionless, for several seconds so as not to wake him.

His cock was nearly fully erect, and I knew it wouldn't take long to bring him off. I pulled my head back, allowing his cock to slide between my lips while I kept the suction on it. When his cockhead reached my lips, I pushed forward again, taking him once again all the way into my mouth. With his size and my skill, I can take him almost all the way, plenty far for "the total blowjob experience" as he used to fondly call it.

I started slowly, sucking him from head to base and back again, resisting the urge to reach up and stroke it with my hand or play with his balls (he really likes that... in fact, I've gotten him off more than once just by fondling his balls and whispering sweet nasty things into his ear...). His cock grew totally hard and even more swollen in my mouth, but his deep breathing told me he was still soundly asleep. I began moving my head up and down faster, then faster still, all the while sucking and licking him strongly with each stroke.

The moment of truth had arrived, I could tell. My memory of his habits and techniques was still very clear, even after all these years. It was time.

I pulled my head back until just his cockhead was in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down rapidly, my lips concentrating on the most sensitive inch of his body: the ridge of his cockhead. My efforts were quickly rewarded; after a dozen such strokes his body moved upward, forcing a bit more of his cock in to my mouth, and I reacted by pulling back just a bit and sucking even harder and faster. My mouth was suddenly filled with his hot gooey cream. I resisted the urge to swallow, keeping up my bobbing action to bring all of his juice out. Four or five more spurts followed, and I held all of his juice in my hungry mouth. Finally he was spent.

His cock was hot in my mouth, which was now full of his love juice. I parted my lips slightly, letting his goo run out and down his perfect shaft. Now getting soft, I gently let his cock slip out of my mouth, and it gently fell back against his loins, pointing up toward his face. I ran my lips along the underside, letting the rest of his cum dribble out.

I leaned back to admire my handiwork. His lovely cock was pink and swollen, but now looked very tame. It lay back on his abdomen, pointing toward the head of the bed. A big puddle of white creamy goo lay alongside it from the base up to the head. His body had not moved, and he had certainly not awakened. I wondered... what he had been dreaming about?

I got up and went back to the bathroom to finish getting ready for work. In about three hours, Donny's alarm would go off, and he'd have to get up too. What would he think had happened to him during the night? I'd have to ask him later.

Cyndi 1

My wife passed away nearly two years ago, and I still miss her very much. I am a single parent in my early forties, the sole support for my teenage daughter. Amanda is a high school senior and is the most important person in my life. I do everything I can to make a good life for her. We live in a small, two-bedroom, one-bath apartment in a nice neighborhood. It's expensive, but it's important to me that Amanda be in a good environment. So I spend a lot of time at work, pulling down the overtime, and can't spend as much time with her as I'd like. Fortunately she has lots of friends, and they're all good kids.

Amanda's best friend is Cyndi, a classmate at school. She lives just two blocks away with her mother (her parents are divorced). Cyndi is very bright and energetic, and a natural athlete. She earned her varsity letters in track and tennis last year, and will certainly repeat those honors this year.

In spite of being so athletic (or perhaps because of it) Cyndi is the picture of eighteen-year-old femininity. She's about five foot six, and always dresses in an attractive manner that shows off her trim but definitely female form. Her blond hair is cut in a short, practical style and is very cute. It frames her wholesome, freshly-scrubbed face, setting off her dark blue eyes. Her lips are full, and she has a beautiful smile that shows off her perfect white teeth. She takes pride in her appearance. Her hands are small but strong, and her nails are always beautifully manicured, just the right length and a subtle shade of pink. She needs no makeup and wears very little, and usually sports a pair of simple gold stud earrings.

This is the story of a memorable encounter between myself and this lovely young woman.

I guess I haven't been very interested in sex since I lost my wife. Oh, sure, I get aroused sometimes, but I really haven't had any desire to be with a woman in all this time. Once in a while my cock will get hard, and I'll jerk off just to relieve the pressure. No big deal: just get it up, get it off, and get it over with. Sometimes you've just got to do that to clean out the pipes, you know?

Anyway, one morning I was getting ready for work, and Amanda was getting ready for school. As usual, Cyndi stopped by to pick up Amanda (who, as usual, was not quite ready). Cyndi was talking to Amanda up in her room while they fixed her hair. I was downstairs in my bathroom, taking a shower.

While I was in the shower soaping up, I started to get an erection. I hate to get it off while I'm in the shower, so I ignored it. When I finished washing up and stepped out of the shower, my cock was still semi-erect. As I toweled off I thought, okay, what the hell, it's been a couple of weeks, I'll jerk off. I have a couple of extra minutes and I hate to leave it like that. I put the towel down and took hold of my cock and started to stroke it. It usually doesn't take very long, and I feel more relaxed afterwards.

Upstairs, Amanda was looking for something.

"Cyn, can you run downstairs and get my hair spray? I think it's in the bathroom," Amanda asked.

"Sure - if it will make you get ready any faster!", bubbled Cyndi, as she hopped up from her seat on the floor. She bounded down the stairs two at a time, and whipped around the corner toward the bathroom.

Meanwhile, I was standing there by the sink, pulling at my stiffening cock. I usually just let friction do the work, not bothering to fantasize about anything. It doesn't mean anything to me; it's just to relieve the pressure, you understand. I usually never even get very hard, and typically manage a few little squirts and then it's over. This morning I was standing there as usual, stroking in anticipation of the coming release.

Cyndi didn't know I was in the bathroom, any more than I knew she was heading my way. The door was not locked; I wasn't expecting any company. In fact, it was only partly closed. Cyndi pushed the door open quickly, and spotted the hair spray right in front of her on the countertop near the door. She didn't see me right away, but I saw her - my heart stopped and I froze. Cyndi reached out and snatched the hair spray, then caught me out of the corner of her eye. Her face turned toward me and her quick smile lit up her face.

"Oh, sorry, didn't know you were in here!", she exclaimed, looking me in the eye. Then she realized I was naked. Her eyes widened, and her smile quickly faded away as she looked down to see the now-drooping cock in my hand. My meager erection had melted away with the shock, but it was obvious what I had been doing. I didn't know what to do - my embarrassment was overwhelming and I was totally frozen in my tracks.

I could see in her face that something crossed her mind. Maybe she sensed how embarrassed I was, maybe she knew how lonely I had been, maybe something else…

As she looked at the cock in my hand, her surprise turned to amusement. Turning her gaze upwards to meet my eyes, with that room-brightening smile she asked, "Say, would you like some help with that?"

I was speechless. I never would have done anything like this on my own. I certainly wouldn't have approached her with this in mind. But here she was, a consenting adult, offering me something I hadn't had in a long time. What should I do?

Before I could say a word, Cyndi had taken two steps toward me and, with athletic grace, lowered herself to her knees. Reaching up with her right hand she wrapped her fingers gently around my cock. Her soft hand brought me quickly to life.

It had been so long. I had forgotten how wonderful the touch of another person could be. The feeling of her skin against mine was electrifying. The sensation brought my cock to a fully erect state almost immediately.

Her strong tennis-player grip tightened, and she began stroking, slowly at first. "My boyfriend tells me I'm really good at this," she whispered. As my cock grew harder, her pace increased. Her sure, even strokes concentrated on the shaft of my cock, with her thumb just touching the sensitive ridge of the head each time before returning.

Her left hand reached up, brushing the inside of my thigh, and she gently skimmed the skin of my scrotum with the tips of her long, smooth nails. Her tender touch in this most sensitive area made my balls tingle with pleasure. My cock grew harder and longer than I'd felt it in years! Now, I'm just average sized, but suddenly my cock felt enormous and hard as tempered steel.

The incredible feeling of this simple act somehow had left my memory. The universe seemed to be centered on the space containing my cock and the hands of this beautiful young woman. Nothing else existed anywhere.

She looked up at me and smiled, seeing my wide-eyed reaction to her efforts. I was totally powerless; she was in complete control. She bit her lower lip, grinning as she looked down again to attend to the task at hand. Her right hand moved ever faster, with her grip tightening as she pulled toward the head of my cock, and loosening slightly as she moved back down the shaft. It was as though she was in a contest, eager to coax all the fluid from me. She stared intently at her work, which only served to arouse me even more. The head of my cock was purple, and seemed swollen to twice its normal size.

A shudder ran through my body, and we could both tell that my orgasm was imminent. She looked up at me again, as if to ask if this was "it." All I could do was let out a low moan. A bright smile came to her face, and she shot me a quick wink. She licked her full lips, then parted them and moved her head forward, engulfing the head of my cock in her lovely mouth with a single motion. Her right hand pumped my cock furiously, as her left hand took hold of my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. She held just the tip of my cock in her mouth, her lips locked tightly around the head. She didn't move her head, but I could feel her tongue swirling around the head of my cock. I couldn't control myself any longer. My eyes closed, my fists clenched, and my entire body tensed for a split second. I held my breath.

With a gasp, I came. I hadn't experienced such intensity of feeling in all of my memory. I could feel the juices spurting forth from my cock with a force that came from my entire body. Cyndi's mouth eagerly accepted it all. With every spurt of mine, she swallowed. The movement of her tongue as she sucked enhanced my orgasm, and it seemed it would never end. Her right hand worked the shaft expertly, and her left caressed my balls until they were drained of every drop. After what seemed like hours, my orgasm finally ceased. My body relaxed, and I let out my breath in a rush.

Cyndi relaxed her grip on my cock, just now growing soft, but continued stroking it gently. She squeezed it from the base to the head, milking the final drops from it. She continued to hold the head of my cock in her mouth, sucking softly to capture those last drops. With every movement of her tongue I shook. After a few moments, as though instinctively, she sensed that I'd had quite enough, and pulled her head back, freeing my cock from her mouth. She looked at my droopy, drained cock and smiled. She planted a playful kiss on the head before releasing her tender grip. "There. That's better." she chirped.

She stood up quickly but gracefully, and turned toward the door. "Oops, I almost forgot this," she said, stopping to pick up the hair spray from the counter. As she reached the doorway, she turned to look back at me. Flashing that famous smile she said, "Just let me know if you need my help again." and she turned to walk out the door. Looking back over her shoulder at the last second, she added, "Anytime!" and gave me a wink. With that, she walked away.

Dinner and Dessert

Barb and Matt had both already worked a full day, but they both would have to spend more time back in the office that evening. They managed to carve out enough time to meet for dinner at their favorite Italian restaurant in the Valley. After all those years of marriage, one of the few things they still had in common was enjoying Italian food. After separately making their way through the storm, they were now comfortably seated in the cozy booth in their preferred corner, near the fireplace. The spot was warm and inviting, yet softly lit, proving some privacy and quiet conversation. Barb was on the side nearer the glowing fire; Matt sat across the table from her.

As they perused the menu, a blast of cool moist air signalled that someone had come in the back door. Matt was facing that direction, and caught a glimpse of a petite figure in a raincoat, now shaking out an umbrella. She faced away from him, but Matt admired her shapely legs. As the newcomer shrugged the rain off her coat, her hood flipped back revealing her honey-blonde locks. Naturally intrigued, Matt made a mental note to get a better look at her when she passed.

The blonde turned around and strode into the dining room, on her way to the hostess. Two steps in she passed beneath an overhead spotlight, just as Matt looked up from his menu. He recognized Jenny instantly, and a wave of happiness swept over him. His face lit up, eyes widened, and a big grin flashed. Overcome (and not considering the proper public etiquette), he called out, "Jenny!"

Surprised at hearing her name, Jenny turned to see who had beckoned her. Barb reacted as well, lowering her menu to see what Matt was on about. Jenny's eyes met Matt's, and he instantly realized he should have kept quiet. Except for Jenny's unexpected reaction.

"Matt! So nice to see you!" she chirped, her voice music to his ears. She extended a hand, and he reached out to shake it. They'd never shaken hands before...

Barb eyed the situation. Matt, still smiling, turned to her and said, "Honey, this is Jenny." Then, nervously, "We have... she... we've worked together on a couple of projects." Barb and Jenny clasped hands as well.

Introductions completed, and wishing to avoid an awkward situation, Jenny was ready to move on. Gesturing toward the front of the restaurant, she explained, "I'm going to take some dinner home. It was nice seeing you!" and started to turn away.

Barb's hospitable nature took over. "Don't be silly; it's pouring outside. Why don't you stay and have dinner with us?" to Jenny, then back to Matt, "That's alright, isn't it?"

Jenny looked at Matt; he back at her. Inside they were both giddy with the thought of this illicit encounter, but they maintained their outer cool. Smiling, "Of course! Please join us," he implored, and moved over in the booth to make room for her.

"Thanks, I'd love to." Jenny smiled at Barb in return, then slipped off her raincoat. As Jenny slid into the seat next to Matt, he couldn't help noticing that her low-cut dress was presenting him a lovely view of her gorgeous breasts. He just wanted to dive into her cleavage and live there, but he managed to remain seated.

The first few minutes passed with small talk about the inclement weather. Matt had to strain to keep from staring at the lovely Jenny, enchanting as she was. He had to feign the casual interest he might have for a work colleague, not the affection he felt for her in the "special arrangement" they shared. Just glancing at Jenny as she spoke, her eyes sparkling, that luscious mouth that he so enjoyed kissing... her charm and allure made him ache inside.

The waiter's arrival interrupted Matt's reverie. The conversation turned to food as they reviewed the menu, then ordered their meals.

Anxious to somehow explain his relationship with this stunning blonde, Matt struggled to come up with something Barb might believe. "Jenny works for a firm that... provides computer services for our data center systems." Right. Like a woman as beautiful as Jenny would be in the computer business; but Matt hoped Barb would buy it.

Jenny went along with the story, "That's right. We help get them up." Her sidelong glance to Matt let him know she wasn't going to make this easy on him. She casually placed her soft hand atop his, and he naturally noticed her perfectly-manicured nails.

Matt decided two could play at that game. "She's definitely been helpful on so many projects recently, sometimes bending over backwards to get us what we need. That flexibility is really a benefit that not everyone can provide."

Jenny volleyed, "There have certainly been challenges, but I manage to take everything he gives me." As she said this, she gently scratched her nails down the length of his arm, sending a shiver down his spine. She knew how much this drove him crazy.

Selecting a breadstick from the basket, Jenny sat back. Matt watched her as she parted her lips and slid several inches of breadstick into her mouth. Totally aware he was watching, Jenny closed her lips delicately around the shaft of the breadstick and held there for a beat, before biting it off with a flourish.

Matt sat forward, ostensibly to choose something for himself from the breadbasket, but his other hand stealthily found its way to Jenny's knee. While he searched for just the right bread roll with one hand, his other hand slid slowly up the inside of Jenny's thigh, causing her a shiver of her own. Meanwhile, Barb's Blackberry lit up, and she picked it up to read an incoming e-mail. While she focused on that, Matt's hand found the edge of Jenny's skirt and kept heading north. Jenny shifted in her seat, ever so slightly parting her knees. When his hand met her silky panties, he very gently rubbed her there with one fingertip. Jenny quietly smiled her approval, but didn't make a sound.

The waiter arrived with salads, and distributed them to the trio. Barb put down her phone, and they began eating. Matt managed to feign interest in the leafy plate before him, somewhat awkwardly feeding himself with his left hand. Meanwhile, his right hand was having fun, lovingly caressing Jenny's mound, stroking and massaging her while they ate and chatted.

When the salad plates had been cleared, entrees were placed before them. Jenny reached down to adjust the napkin in her lap (making sure Matt's hand was covered) but her hand stayed below the table as she started her own mischief. Taking a similar path, Jenny placed her palm atop Matt's knee. She arched her hand so her nails poked the fabric of his jeans, just enough so he could feel the hard smooth pressure against his skin. She raked her nails up his leg slowly until she encountered a speed bump: his cock, already swollen just by Jenny's sexy presence. She placed her hand on top of it and gave it a firm squeeze. Matt took a quick gulp of water to cover his very pleased reaction. Jenny held him there, tightly, while they began enjoying their main course.

Matt was glad he'd ordered ravioli, since he could manage to eat with his one free hand. After several minutes of delicately teasing Jenny through her soft panties, he slipped one fingertip under the lacy edge. He found her smooth skin and just a hint of her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Just below that he was delighted to discover a very warm, wet opening. He teased that spot with his fingertip, gathering a drop of Jenny's moisture and using it to just brush over her clit. Jenny's vocal "hmmmmm..." might have been prompted by the delicate flavor of her pasta dish, but she and Matt knew otherwise.

Jenny's stepped up her action as well, resuming her raking motion but now focusing on the several inches of rock-hard cock that was just below the surface of his jeans. Matt was nearly overcome with sensation every time her nails brushed over the ridge of his cockhead. Jenny could feel that, and made sure to do it often.

As he commented on how flavorful the marinara sauce was, below the table Matt slipped his fingertip into Jenny's hot, slick and inviting pussy. He kept going until his finger was entirely inside her, his palm pressed against her clit. With a combination of very slow in-and-out with his finger and stroking with his palm, he was sending Jenny to new levels of excitement. Each time he slipped all the way in, Jenny gripped his finger tightly; her hot juices signalled her enjoyment.

He could keep this up all night, if that's what she wanted.

They both continued enjoying their entrees. An observer might have noticed that the bites they took kept getting smaller, as though they were trying to make the meal last as long as possible. Certainly their under-the-table movements had to be subtle; Jenny found a rhythm - her hand affixed atop Matt's cock, squeezing it every few seconds - that was driving him crazy.

Matt's visits with Jenny had made him feel much younger than his years, but now that gone even further. Jenny's thrilling grasp brought him back to memories of awkward high school back seat encounters, and he feared he might come in his pants. He didn't dare look toward her; the sight of her flawless milky-white breasts and enticing deep cleavage would surely put him over the edge.

Meanwhile, his attention to her tight pussy and the gentle kneading of her clit was almost too much for Jenny to bear. Several times her thighs tightly gripped his hand, silently imploring him to stop for a moment lest she lose control. Undaunted, they continued to deliciously torment each other.

While the two horny individuals on one side of the booth secretly drove each other crazy, the Blackberry on the other side lit up again. Barb picked it up, said, "I have to take this. Excuse me," and got up to take the call. Jenny immediately seized her opportunity.

Jenny leaned over and whispered into Matt's ear, "Take out your cock. Now." In the darkened restaurant, and cloistered into this secluded booth, no one would notice anything if they were careful and quiet. Matt could never resist Jenny's suggestions, especially if they involved her doing something with his manhood. Jenny had already unzipped his fly, and Matt struggled to free his stiff member. In a few seconds it was poking out of the denim opening, hard and purple.

Jenny slid away from him just enough that - sadly - his attention to her had to stop for the moment. She then bent toward him, her face going toward his lap. The moment her hot, expert mouth engulfed his cock he knew the end was near. In these circumstances Jenny couldn't use all her skills and head movement and vocal appreciation. There was no time to waste. She had him in her mouth and used her lips and tongue to quietly but powerfully suck him off.

If someone had glanced in the direction of that cozy, secluded booth, they would have seen a single male customer, sitting quietly while he picked up his iPhone, intently reviewing something on the screen. Apparently his two female companions had stepped away, for they were nowhere to be seen. Nothing amiss here. What was happening just under the table, out of their view, was another matter entirely.

In just a few moments Matt placed his napkin in his mouth and bit down hard to stifle any grunts of pleasure. Jenny's tongue did its job, and he delivered a hard blast of his juice into her eager mouth. She swallowed each time he pulsed, giving him an incredible sensation. After six tasty gulps, she knew he had no more to give, and casually sat up again.

Jenny smiled at Matt, dabbing the corners of her beautiful and talented mouth with the red napkin. He sat, wide-eyed and breathing hard, stunned at what had just happened. He managed to have the presence of mind to tuck his now soft, pink penis back into his jeans and zip them up. Just in time, as Barb returned to the table.

Matt was flushed and trying to regain his composure after that unexpected erotic adventure. Barb asked if he was alright, and he took a big swig from his water glass and said he was fine. Jenny patted Matt on the arm, then turned to Barb and offered, "You know what I like best about working with Matt?"

"No, what?" Barb responded.

"Sure, he's a nice guy, and he's smart, he's good at his job, and always tells me exactly what he needs me to do." Barb nodded in agreement, smiling at Matt as she did. Jenny continued, "But what I like best about him..." then, turning to smile at Matt, she interrupted herself, "oh, I hope this isn't too embarrassing for you." He grinned sheepishly as she continued.

Jenny turned back, looking right into Barb's eyes. "What I like best about him is his penis." Jenny waited for a stunned reaction. But Barb just gave a little grin. So Jenny followed up. "His cock. Don't you think he has just the most perfect cock?" she asked.

Barb smiled. "Yes, I suppose it is quite nice. Though, frankly, I always found it to be just a bit too big for me to be comfortable with it." She looked Jenny square in the eye, almost daring her to continue.

Jenny was undaunted. "It feels just perfect inside me, especially when I get it nice and hard and then sit down on it." Pausing for a moment to let that sink in, Jenny continued. "Well... that, and his tongue. When he licks my pussy it just feels so nice," she giggled, remembering the last time they were together.

Matt felt the urge to explain. "Listen, dear, I may have misled you. Jenny isn't in the computer business." No kidding, Barb thought, as she turned to face him. "Jenny is my dear friend, and she provides me with services of a more... shall we say... personal nature."

Jenny chimed in, "Strictly professional, you understand." Matt nodded in agreement. Jenny explained, "Relaxes him, keeps him focused." He wondered just how much trouble he was in.

At that awkward moment the waiter returned. "Can I interest anyone in dessert?" he asked cheerily.

After glancing around at her tablemates, the effervescent Jenny responded, "Oh, no, not for me." The others shook their heads, declining as well. The waiter turned and departed, and Jenny confided, "Besides, nothing could taste as good as the mouthful of cream that Matt just gave me."

To their surprise, Barb seemed pleased. "Oh good. I'm glad you're taking care of that for him. I know how much he loves it, and it just doesn't interest me anymore." This time it was Jenny's Blackberry that sparked to life. She peeked at it, then placed it face down on the table.

Barb's Blackberry lit up once again, and after a quick glance, she said, "Well, I have to get back to the office."

Jenny stood up, gesturing with her phone, "I have to run as well." She picked up her raincoat and umbrella.

Barb offered her hand to Jenny, "Nice meeting you."

Jenny shook Barb's hand, replying, "Very nice to meet you too." She smiled at Matt, and, uncharacteristically speechless, she turned and headed toward the back door.

Standing, Barb said to Matt, "Don't work too late. I'll try to be home by eleven." She leaned over to him, kissed him goodbye, and left.

The waiter returned to the find a lone diner at the table. He dropped off the check.

Matt handled the financial arrangements, and as he tucked his wallet away his iPhone chimed. A text message. From Jenny:

Can you come over now? Please. xoxo

His heart skipped two beats. She had satisfied him, but he left her with unfinished business that needed attending. He gathered up his belongings, left the restaurant, collected his car from the valet, and climbed in. The iPhone chimed again. Matt realized that his haste to get to her, he hadn't replied to Jenny's first message. The second was:

Please bring me your perfect cock. xoxo

This time he responded, as quickly as his excited fingers could stumble across the phone's keypad:

On my way!

He drove as quickly as he could to her apartment. Minutes later, as he parked, another text:

door s opn xo

He chuckled. Jenny's e-mails and text messages were always brief and to the point, but usually complete sentences and properly spelled. This hasty message and uncharacteristic abbreviations made him think she might be texting with one hand. He locked the car and strode purposefully to Jenny's apartment.

The door was ajar; he let himself in and walked directly to Jenny's bedroom. She was naked, lying at the edge of the bed nearest the door. She was on her back, knees up, legs apart, her hands busily attending to her pussy. Her eyes were closed, but she sensed he was standing there.

"Take off your clothes and come over here," she insisted, breathlessly. Matt paused for a moment, taking in the scene of the Jenny lying there, even more beautiful than ever before, pleasuring herself. Her fingers danced, feverishly massaging her clit, and every few seconds sliding down to gather a droplet of her delectable juices.

He then quickly shed his clothes as he walked over and stood next to her.

While Jenny's one hand steadfastly stroked her glistening wet pussy, she took Matt's cock in her other hand and firmly pulled him toward her face. Turning her head to one side, her cheek against the pillow, she opened her mouth. Her free hand released his cock, then reached between his legs and grabbed his butt cheeks, digging her nails into his fleshy backside. She pulled him toward her and took him deep inside her mouth.

Her hot oral attention got him hard again immediately, and Jenny wasn't wasting any time. She quickly shifted over to the middle of the bed. In her excitement, her requests became terse: "condom... lie down..." patting the bed next to her, "... fuck me."

He eagerly complied, clumsily shredding the foil packet. As he rolled the cover over his stiff cock, he observed that he was bigger and harder than he'd ever been in his life. Seeing the lovely Jenny like this, so eager for him, was the ultimate aphrodisiac. Nodding toward her open legs, he wanted to offer Jenny some oral consideration of his own. "Do you want me to..." but she cut him off with a shake of her head.

"I need a cock... YOUR cock... inside me." Not one to refuse such an appealing request, he laid down on the bed next to her. In a flash, Jenny threw her leg over his hips and straddled him. Her hot, wet pussy found the tip of his cock right away, and she slowly settled down over it, taking him deep inside her. She wasn't kidding: he fit her perfectly. His cock was just exactly what she needed. Her delicate fingers continued their activity on her love button, her nails occasionally brushing the skin of his covered cockshaft.

The sight of this spectacularly beautiful woman in the throes of passion was almost too much for Matt to bear. He slid his hands up Jenny's smooth torso, taking a gentle grip on her breasts, caressing them lovingly. He slowly moved his hips up and down, sliding his cock in and nearly out of Jenny's splendidly tight canal. They kept this going for several long minutes, Jenny's fingerplay bringing her ever closer.

Suddenly Jenny took in a sharp breath, and her pussy clamped down on Matt's erection. Her fingers rubbed briskly across her clit as she beckoned him, "Fuck me... hard!" He summoned all his strength to raise and lower his hips, lifting her off the bed with the force of his deep thrusts. Her grip was so strong he feared that her now-even-tighter pussy might just bite off his cock.

"OH MY GOD!" Jenny screamed, throwing back her head. She let out several long wails of ecstacy, riding the surges of her climax. Matt did his best to continue his motion, and found himself caught up in a frenzy all his own. Jenny's pussy quaked with the force of her orgasm, her moans of delight echoing through her body; the sensation on his cock was overwhelming. Even more intense was his appreciation that she had shared this, her most intimate personal pleasure, with him. He exploded deep inside her, filling the condom with a force and quantity that threatened to burst it.

Having shared a truly magnificent sexual experience, they were now both completely spent. Jenny collapsed forward on top of Matt, both of them breathless and drenched with sweat. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. Jenny's heavenly pussy quivered with the echoes of her orgasm, and that felt amazing to Matt's satisfied but swollen cock, still captive deep inside her. He took her head in his hands, turning her face so he could bring her lips to his. Tenderly they shared a long, passionate kiss.

When Jenny laid her head down on his chest, Matt took a deep breath, exhaling as every muscle in his body completely relaxed. He realized that even after all the mind-blowing sexual delights she had given him, the time he enjoyed the most was just holding sweet Jenny in his arms. For this brief time, in this place, neither of them had a care in the world. Nothing else mattered.

He wished this moment would last forever.

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