3045 words of smut. Was that your order?

This here is a begining of a story I wrote today. It wasn't supposed to be smutty at all; just a bit romantic. But as I was trying to draw an image of the nature of this couple's relationship... well. It turned out they're a pair of horn dogs that can't stop kissing and grinding and... well, see for yourself. 

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I walk in without knocking, shuffle to the kitchen nearly soundlessly and crop a beer. As if this isn’t only my second time in this house. I hear the group laughing and chatting elsewhere in the house. Someone has put rock ballads on the stereo again. Led Zeppelin, Scorpions, Kansas, Bonjovi and Deep Purple were playing the last time I was here. Now they’re playing Pink Floyd’s ”Wish you were here”. The TV is on, low volume. I follow the cacophony into the living room. I do a quick scan of the room. With all ten of them there, all the seats are taken. Some are sitting on the floor. Nori sits on an armrest and sends a kiss and a sweet smile on my way while paying attention to whatever they’re all jabbering about. My returning smile comes reflexive. She always pulls the best out of me. Some heads turn my way. I turn mine toward the floor and slouch by the window, close to Nori. I set my beer on the speaker next to me and sit down, resting against the wall uncomfortably. Nori throws me a small pillow. I catch it inches away from my face and set it between my lower back and the wall. I shift my weight around until I get somewhat comfy.

She locks her eyes into mine, with that lovely little mischievous spark in hers. She quickly comes by me, kneels between my legs and bends forward to give me a proper welcome-smooch. The guys whistle at her round bum mooning them. I suppress the need to beat them up. All I could want, all I’d ever need is right here in my arms now. Her lush lips press on mine teasing at first, but as the kiss escapes us both and deepens into a passionate battle of lips and tongues, her whole body presses on mine as if it heard my call. I’m blown away with sensations of her body - and all of its parts - snuggling up on me; softly moving, grinding. A thought “this could become embarrassing” flashes through my head, but it’s as fast as a subway train passing a station. She tastes so good and sweet. Cherries and apples. Without breaking the kiss, she sits sideways between my legs. Nestling. Without minding the others yelling profanities and howls our way, she stays there. Fervently kissing my lips, licking my tongue as if she’s thirsty and I’ve got the fountain of youth in my mouth or some shit like that. Not that I’m complaining. No fucking way. I’m absolutely sucked in. Lost in her. I feel my arms around her, holding her tight. I can’t remember putting them there. My eyes are closed. I can easily imagine us doing this in her room, or in my studio. Naked. Yeah. That’d be nice…

I can’t hear the others. Their sounds and the music are nothing but a distant hum in my ears, muffled by the sound of my blood running. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest; like it’s trying to burst through and into hers. She already has it anyway. I can’t hear the others, but I know they’re there. She suddenly seems to realize it too. Hesitantly she slows down the kiss, until they’re only couple of little smooches. Her eye lids flutter when she opens them again. She smiles a wicked smile for me, heat glimmering in her eyes. She sees it in mine too, and gets a victorious glint. Little vixen! I grin at her like a fucking fool. I can never control my face around her. I just hope her friends don’t tease me for it. Again. Nori curls against my chest, listening to my still feverishly beating heart. Her fingers absently playing on my abs. Oh, my little vixen…

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The evening carried on as usual. We were all drinking beer, Nori and Ash had their apple cider, there was talk and music and laughter. I could really get used to this merry band of friends. I only got to know them through Nori couple of months ago when we started dating. Cool bunch of 20-somethings; took me in right away. You can really meet interesting people through interesting girls that lurk around your workplace. She’s still not admitting to stalking me, but I know for a fact she didn't used to come to the bookstore as often before I started working there. The owner told me so. The owner, also known as Nori’s cousin Jeff. There was some checking out on her side and mine. Al right, I’ll admit it but you can never tell her: I was sold the moment I first saw her walking in. Long curls swinging and laughter in her eyes, she was just… magical. From the first moment she had this pull on me, like I needed to be close to her or I’d perish. I actually said that out loud when Jeff asked what I thought of her; before I knew they were related. He laughed and said “Love! Turns every fool into a poet!” I just hissed him to shut the fuck up. Then he said he could give me her phone number if I was going to keep stuttering around her. I was stuck having him call me with words like wordsmith, bard, and lyricist and of course: Shakespeare. All just because that silly word –perish- came out of my mouth. I don’t know where the fuck it came from to start with. Too bad it keeps echoing in my head whenever I have to be apart from her. Someone up there must be having fun at my expense. Of course his nicknaming might have had something to do with the stuttering too. Like some people call some big people “Tiny”. You can never be sure when it comes to Jeff. The man has some seven kinds of humor. Don’t get me wrong. I like the guy. I owe it all to him that I got together with her.

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- “Kill the music!” Carlie yells in a high-pitched voice. Nori wakes up in my lap, looking confused. –“We gotta watch this show! It’s awesome!” Mike pauses the stereo and our hostess turns up the volume on TV. Almost all of the rest of us groan in unison when we realize it’s one of them stupid ghost hunter-documents. –“You oughta be kidding, sweet-ass!” Corey calls out. –“You actually buy this shit?” Mark chimes in. –“well… no…” Carlie answers unsure of herself, blushing. Some guys laugh. –“Well, I do believe some of it is real!” She decides to stand up for herself. –“I read somewhere that most of this shit is acted out. “Ashley replies. –“Yeah, because ghosts aren’t real! You dumbass!” one of the more drunk guys yelled howling with laughter. Carlie starts sulking and just concentrates on her show. Everyone gets a bit bothered and shuts up. Some watch the show; some just drink their drinks lost in thought. I guess some of them are losing their buzz. We’ve been sitting here, spending time together for… Fuck! 5 hours? I notice the clock. 2 Am. What perfect time to be watching ghost-shows on TV, in a dimly lit room. Candles flapping and… My sexy little girlfriend wakes up horny? I notice; my eyes wandering to her chest finding two sharp peaks. Oh lookie that… And she’s looking kind of embarrassed, blushing even. –“What did you dream about, vixen?” I whisper in her ear. She winks at me and turns a brighter shade of red.

She turns in my lap, putting her ankles on my sides. My chest feels colder now that she’s not leaning on it anymore, but she’s still so close… Her crotch only inches away from mine. Teasing. My little vixen… I tighten my arms around her, rubbing the small of her back, maybe slipping on her ass a little. I do love the feel of her ass in my hand. She has locked me in her eyes and I notice we’re both breathing heavier now. Our little corner of the room is pretty dark, no candles here because she was sleeping. Good thing too, because she slips her hands under my shirt and leans in closer while lightly caressing my abs and chest. God, that feels good! She toys with my chest hairs; pulling, tickling… She’s so much closer now… I want her even closer. I can’t reach her lips. She’s smaller than me; her lips are on my neck level. Damn vixen must have planned this. She starts planting little kisses and nibbles on my neck, ear… My breathing gets really ragged. I hope nobody notices. I can’t take my eyes off of her long enough to check. I bend my neck down and catch her into lip-lock. Forget slow teasing starter-smooches! We’re going in full-heat this time; hungry for each other. Hot air is hissing through our noses and into each other’s mouths. My chest feels like exploding because I can’t breathe right, my heart beats erratic. I don’t care! I want her. I want her now. And she needs me. I can tell by how she pulls herself closer to me, locking her ankles behind my back and grinding herself against my hard on. –“Lucas…” She whispers, beckoning. I can feel the reasoning fly out of my head. I cup her ass and stand up. She locks her ankles tighter and nibbles on my neck as I carry her out of the room. There are whistles behind us. –“Good going, big guy!” Shit. I guess we gave them better entertainment than ghosts.

As soon as I get us away from their sight, to the hallway, I press her back against the wall and continue our hungry kiss and rub myself against her. My cock is twitching happily toward her, nestled between her legs, against her puss. Greedy bastard wants more. It’s aching even. Well, it can blame only it’s self; been standing ready to serve ever since I first laid eyes on her on the living room doorway. My lips burn. I can feel them swollen and raw. Shit, must be the same for her. I can’t even taste her lip-gloss anymore; only the apple cider mixed in her own sweet taste. I try to break the kiss and calm things down a bit. I’m getting a bit sweaty in the back of my neck. She clings to my neck whispering quiet protests and presses herself closer, sucking on my neck. I try to even my breath and clear my head from this lovely mist. –“Hold on a little vixen. We can’t…” I try to tell her but she interrupts me by pulling me into another kiss. –“Jesus, woman…” Escapes my lips. I hear laughter in the living room. –“You can use my bedroom, you horn dogs!” Carlie yells. Wow. Perfect. How the fuck will I ever look at any of them again? –“Yeah, let’s go!” Nori mumbles hastily. I turn and carry her to the bedroom. Who am I to say no to her? –“You might wanna burn those sheets afterwards!” One of the guys laughs. Others join in howling. Somebody puts the music back on, louder.

Carlie’s bedroom is only a dark blur and I leave it that way in fear of it being pink. As soon I see where the bed is, I close the door and we’re left in darkness. I could swear I still see her eyes glowing hungry. I half throw her on the bed, and she pulls me down with her. I manage to soften my fall with my knee, so I won’t crush her. She doesn't even notice. She’s too busy eating my neck away and tucking my shirt up. My head hums with the sound of lust again. All that breaks through it are her sighs; some wordless, some begging for more. Every inch of my skin is tingling with the need of feeling hers. I pull my shirt off and lift hers up so I can kiss and nibble on her belly, lines of her ribs, edges of her bra. She lifts her shoulders for a second so I can pull her shirt off. I pull down a bit, lie over her, between her legs, trapping her. I kiss and lick her belly, wander towards the edges of her bra. I set my mouth over her left nipple and blow hot air on it, nibble on it and suck on it slightly, and then blow again. I lean on my right elbow and do the same on her right nipple while fondling her left breast with the other hand. She breathes heavily and sighs impatiently. She tries to lift her hips against me to get friction, but I’m too heavy. She’s making me smile against her boob. Her restless hands wander in my upper back, drawing the lines of my scapulars and scratching a little. I look up and see her biting her lip, eyes closed, panting. I lower myself on her body again; kiss a trail from her breasts, down her belly, until I reach her pants. I tease her first by sliding my finger inside the pants and running it across the belly as deep inside the pants as it goes. She tries to lift her hips against me again and grunts unsatisfied. –“Hurry!”

I open her pants and pull them down to her thighs. Her lacy underwear looks uncomfortably tight on her swollen crotch. They’re dripping wet. I blow a soothing breath of hot air on the poor thing and decide those torturous things need to get off now. I run my fingers to each side of the underwear and she lifts her butt as if I’d told her so. I slide both her pants and panties off of her. She sighs pleasantly. She’s hot. I mean really, really hot. Her skin is burning and glimmering with sweat. Way to make a girl all hot and bothered! I take a long lick on her inner thigh. She shivers. I kiss a trail up her other thigh. She trembles. I kiss her pussy. She lifts it up for me again. Such offering. How could I resist? I set down a few tentative kisses. She widens her legs, opens up for me like an exotic flower. I lick short little licks here and there, opening her up for more. Longer licks, more wet licks… She sighs and moans in response. And lifts her hips. I smile against her. My little vixen… Her juices are flowing, and tasting so sweet. I can tell that she’s already come at least once from all the rubbing. She’s so sensitive on her clit.

Talking of which… It’s sticking out delicious shade of red, glinting wet. I touch it gently with the tip of my tongue. She bites her lip to suppress another moan. I can still hear it in her throat. I lick a few times, enjoying her little sighs. Then I take it between my lips and use both my lips and tongue to play with it; nibbles while taking quick zaps at it with my tongue. Then I suck it in gently, and roll my tongue around and round… She sings her high notes, forgetting the other people. I release her now even more red and sensitive clit. I take a few soothing slurps on it. She whimpers. I can’t resist licking some more; her outer parts. Then I return to her clit, taking sensitive little slurps on it while sinking one tentative finger inside her. She moans so loud, there’s no doubt everyone heard. –“Ah, ah, ah…” I slid another finger in. She’s so tight… I enjoy her pleasure as much as my own, but by now I've chewed my lip bloody, I’m breathing ragged and my dick is about to grow a pair of hands and open the pants itself.

–“Luke… Please” She begs, lifting her hips against my every move. I know she wouldn't want me to take my hands off, but how the heck am I supposed to get my pants off? I give one more big kiss for her pulsing pussy before rising to my knees and getting rid of my pants fast. I lean over her then, hands on her sides. I kiss her deeply while diving inside. I start with careful, low dips, slowly altering the pace and depth. She answers my every move lifting her hips. Soon she’s heaving against me in perfect sync. Like I’m a rock, and she’s my sea. I bury my nose in her collarbone, breathing hot air on her skin. My weight is on my elbows. One of my hands is moving restlessly in her hair and neck, the other caressing her boob, thumb circling her nipple. She has her hands wandering aimlessly around my abs and lower back. We’re both making all sorts of voices without caring for anyone’s hearing. We’re in our own little world now. Lost in each other. Endless sea of pleasure. Hitting every spot. Desperately trying to get even closer to each other. Planting little kisses. Panting. Her sighs sound like music to me. They get closer together, higher, higher… Waves of heat come off of her as she tries to make her orgasm last longer. She’s no longer heaving against me, just trying to keep her hips high. Back arched. I slow my rhythm to caress her every spot. She moans against my shoulder, her fingers pressing hard on my sides. She’s so beautiful. I come too; my brain explodes in white light as my selfish cock spits its juices inside her. How could it not? What else good the poor guy do with her pulsing around it, sucking. I still move gently. We’re both so sore now, even the slightest movement makes us moan. At the point of not knowing if it’s pain or pleasure or both; every little move makes us sigh. Until we move no more. Just lie there interlaced. Me, petting her hair and trying to even my breathing against her neck. She running her fingers in my back and enjoying the last of her buzz. I can still feel her pulsing.

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There. You like? Who says good old missionary position can't satisfy?

THE HEAT

I MUST WARN YOU: IT IS VERY HOT. R RATED TO SAY THE LEAST!!!

This is all mine. Paws off!

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Paul

It’s a warm night. The heat and moisture still hang in the air, entangling around everything. I can feel it on my skin and it makes my shirt cling to my back. I see it on her, too. I shouldn’t be surprised to see her dressed so light. Still, I’m amazed. I know she’s beautiful but to see her like this, out of her preppy work attire… Well, as cheesy as it may seem, it takes my breath away. And I freeze. She’s lying on her tanning chair reading a book intensively. The porch light is hitting her book and her upper body. Her chest moves up and down in the pace of her breathing. There are drops of water or sweat on her skin making it shimmer in the light. I feel a sudden urge to taste them. Lick them off her glorious breasts. I feel my heart beat racing now, my breath has turned shallow and slow. A cool breeze brushes her hair down to her left breast interrupting my gaze. Embarrassed, I close my eyes, but am soon compelled to look at her again. She shuts her eyes and tilts her head back; inhaling the fresh air like she hadn’t breathed in ages. Her sensual, arched posture is so sexy I feel myself getting more and more turned on; my erection getting harder. She hasn’t noticed me yet. Hiding behind some small trees and bushes, I feel like I’m just some perv that sneaked in thru her hedgerow to watch her. Sure, I come uninvited but something drew me here. I needed to see her, talk to her. Now I just can’t take my eyes off of her or say a word. I just stare in awe.

That must be a very good book. She turns back to reading it as the cool air passes. She’s holding it in one hand and holding the other one close to her mouth, one finger between her soft, pouting lips. She tries not to bite her nail, but does so anyway. She sucks the finger a little. She curls and uncurls her bare toes. Through all her little motions she’s making me crazy with the desire to touch her. Everything about her, head to toe, is so inviting. So sexy beautiful. And she wears so little in her sheltered little yard. Her gorgeous breasts are dressed only in the dark red lace bra caressing them. I can see her hard nipples through it. She takes her finger off her mouth and takes it down her body, drawing a line from her mouth to her neck, to her boobs. She holds it there for a while. I wonder if she’s thinking to caress them too, but then she continues her little line to her smooth belly and rests her hand there. She plays with the edge of the fabric there, lost in the reading. Following the hand move, my eyes follow her body further down. To the arch of her hip, covered with a see-through, dark blue fabric that is tied to serve as a skirt. It follows the shapes of her crossed legs under it. All her curves are so… right. Inviting me further in…

- “Oh” she sighs quietly. I quickly turn my eyes back to her face, panicked. Has she noticed me? It would be hard to explain myself now. I came here to talk to her, not to stalk her. Yet something about seeing her intimate moment sends me mixed signals. Open invites to come in… and to stay out. Like someone is wiggling a carrot to a bunny and then pointing at a trap. So I’m stuck in the middle, unable to move. Something about it all makes me want to watch and see where this is going. The last sensible thought in my head is telling me to go. Run away, don’t look back. Give her privacy. But that thought leaves my head when she sighs again, a voice of pleasure. That’s some book she’s reading… She’s obviously turned on like I am, maybe even more. She closes her eyes again and puts her book away. She starts to caress herself with both hands. Gently squeezes her breasts and circles her thumbs around the nipples. Her hips move restless. She hums softly, like a purring cat. Then her hands part. The other one goes up, to caress a spot in her neck. The other one goes lower, lower… “Leave!” I scream at myself in my head. “Go away before you get even more captivated and do something stupid”. I know where this is going and I shouldn’t be here. Slowly I back away eyes on the ground. One step. Two, three… I get behind the big rose bush when I hear her call my name. “Paul… oh, Paul…” My eyes dart out to her again. What? Is she fantasizing about me? My heart jolts to the sound of her soft words. So, so sensual… Suddenly there’s a crack under my foot. - “Shit!” escapes my lips. Oh damn, I’m busted. What to do? What to do? Panic rises inside my chest. I will loose her friendship forever for this. I’m a pervert. A Perv behind a rose bush, god damned! My breath stops again.

- “Who’s there?” She calls out scared. She didn’t see me? Maybe she’ll think I just came and saw nothing. Maybe I can act like I just got here. I don’t want her to be scared all night so I can’t just shut up and leave anymore. My lungs start to burn. I need to breathe again. - “Hey! It’s me, Paul. From work. Don’t panic!” I answer her. “Don’t shoot me. I just got here” Well, a little white lie never hurts. I step out of the shadows so she can see me. She’s sitting on the edge of her chair now. Breathing unevenly. Wide, terrified eyes. They are such beautiful brown eyes. - “Oh, I’m so relieved. There was a burglary next door last week.” Her voice is a bit higher than usual. She’s blushing. She still looks like she’s glowing. She’s so turned on, still. - “Oh. I’m sorry to scare you. I just wanted to come over and… talk” I say, cursing my pause. That’s going to sound suggestive… - “Oh…” She answers blushing more deeply and setting her eyes on the ground. - “Would you… want some beer or something?” She asks waving inside. She’s twisting her fingers, entwining and separating them. She’s nervous, trying to keep her eyes off me. Understandable. Knowing what I just interrupted. I feel a little blush on my cheeks too. Uh-no, very manly. I clear my throat before answering. - “Beer. Thanks.” She stands up and walks inside, her hips swinging seductively to her steps. The way she walks has been tormenting me all week. Even now it messes with my head. I feel like I’m under some weird spell. I run my hand thru my hair and sigh. What am I doing here? Where will this go?

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Rachel

I lean towards the open fridge to cool off. I was hot before, but now… I grimace for the icy air numbing my nipples. Oh crap, I’ve still got only my bra covering my boobs. I open my make-shift skirt and tie it above my breasts. This still isn’t appropriate for meeting a colleague, but will have to do. I turn the now make-shift dress so that the knot is on my side. I pick a long scarf and tie it on my waist as belt, holding the fabric on place better. I hope I don’t flash him. I take a couple of beers and hold them against my belly as I walk back outside. Anything to cool off. This heat wave is burning me up. Indian summer in September. It’s like the weather is following the lead set by my new partner at work. I think I do a pretty good job hiding how appealing he is to me, but it does a number on my body. And mind. All the dirty fantasies I’ve head this week... I’m blushing again when I get to the patio.

He is standing next to a big plant, back towards me, and shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other. – “So what’s up?” I ask trying to sound casual. It startles him and he quickly turns around to face me. He takes the beer out of my extended arm, clearing his throat. – “I-a… I don’t know”, he admits blushing lightly. Very cute. I’m a bit baffled by his words. – “I mean; I was in a party but got bored. I thought of how much nicer it would be to spend time with you than my friends and their crazy buddies… I mean… I just wanted to come to talk with you”, he talked fast, darting his eyes to the ground on every pause but quickly turning them back to my face. I don’t know how to respond to that. I didn’t know we were that close. We have a common project at work; I’m kind of his boss. This is hardly appropriate no matter what I wear. Having him at my home… Did we cross that line when I agreed to lunch today? We had a little casual conversation about food, that’s all. –“What brought this on? We’re not exactly friends…” I inquire bemused, making him more nervous. He takes a big gulp from his bottle before answering. –“I’m sorry… I’m… intruding… I should go”. –“Oh, no need. I wouldn’t want things to turn awkward between us just because I’m a bad hostess”, I answer in haste; not wanting him to go.

We sit down on my small table at the patio. In silence. Sure, this isn’t awkward at all… We gulp at our bottles, staring at the pool. I bite my lip trying to think of something to talk about. Sure, I could talk about work, but how dull would I seem? I’m almost painfully aware of his closeness. I’ve grossed my legs but my thighs are still itching to get touched. –“So… How was your ride here? It’s a bit far from downtown”, I ask just to say something. How did he even know where I live? –“It was okay. I hope you don’t mind me barging in… I saw your address on one of your letters at work”, he answers just as tense. Conversation flows so much easier at work when there’s the project to concentrate on. I take another big gulp on my bottle and it empties. Awesome! Another trip to the fridge! –“You want another one too?” I ask lifting my bottle suggestively, trying to be a good hostess. –“Um, sure”, he answers. –“Do you mind me taking off some clothes? I’m a bit…baked”, He asks embarrassed. –“Sure, it’s okay”, I answer too quickly. Crap. As he starts to open the upper buttons on his shirt, I turn and walk away before he catches me from staring at his chest. I’m sure it will be just as sexy, or more so, without that shirt on.

I tilt my head inside the fridge now, trying to clear it from all the naughty thoughts spawning in there. This is my colleague. Behave! We can be friends, maybe. But anything more would be so, so bad. Why does that thought only make me hotter? When I return to the patio I get a quick glance of Paul’s firm buttocks as he steps out of his pants and jumps in the pool, wearing nothing but boxers. My heart jumps to my throat and pumps there like its on steroids. He glides under water and when he rises to the surface again, he takes long, relaxed strokes from one end of the pool to the other. Looking at his long beautiful muscles work like that has not so unexpected effects on my own muscles. They tense up. I can feel my crotch pulsing just as wild as my heart. My breathing gets hitched; maybe because of the lump, maybe because I’m just so damn aroused…

I keep my eyes on the ground as I walk back to my seat and set the bottles on the table. Then my eyes drift back to the pool in front of me. He continues his swim uninterrupted. His butt now goes underwater and surfaces, underwater, surfaces… He is using just his arms to swim now. Legs move only a little. Butterfly-swimming? It’s mesmerizing how the water falls off his buns and then the booty gets swallowed by the pool again. Again and again… He comes to the far end again and turns only to dive again. He glides thru the water again, like some rare, exotic fish. He surfaces close to me and there he is; his dark hair dripping wet, his hot, toned body glimmering and his dark eyes set in mine. A lone drop tangles from his eye lashes and he blinks to get rid off it. Looks like wink, but I know better. Stay still my heart… I smile at his little endeavor. –“I hope you don’t mind me jumping in there like that. It really felt like I needed it”, he says apologetic. –“Nah, no worries”, I shrug causing him to grin. –“I don’t blame you. This weather is brutal. I’ll probably dip in later, too.” I continue and throw him my towel as he climbs off the pool and I really need him to cover up some of that incredibly sexy, bronze statue-like body of his. Also, his boxers are hugging his hips and privates very closely now that they’re wet. Very distracting… –“Thanks”, he answers and rubs the towel in his hair before wrapping it around his waist and sitting down again. The planes of his chest heave as he settles his breath. Then he wraps his sexy lips around his bottle and takes a long, reviving taste. I can’t keep my eyes off of his closed eyes, beautifully formed facial features and tanned chest. I grave to kiss his strong jaw line; the spot where it meets his neck… I startle when he sets his bottle on the table with a thump. –“Sorry”, he says; his piercing eyes set on mine. I let out a nervous laughter. He looks into my eyes lost in thought. His gaze seems so passionate and inviting, I almost forget why I can’t reach over the table and answer to the call. I reach for my bottle without looking and accidentally tilt it over. The cold liquid falls to my lap and I stand up screaming a little. –“Oh shoot”, I curse. –“Oh, let me help you with that”, Paul says opening his towel and handing it towards me. Almost naked again. The aroused tickle under my skin, in my muscles, gets worse. –“Oh! No. You can keep that. I-a… I’ll just hang this to dry…” I mumble and take off my tied dress, hanging it on my chair’s back. Suddenly I feel very naked; only in my bra and undies. I feel his stare on me. -“I-a… I think I take that swim now”, I continue, stepping towards the pool.

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Paul

She takes a few quick, half-running steps towards the pool and dives in like a pro. So smooth, so slender. Just like her body. I saw glimpses of it flashing as the fabric around her moved on her steps. Its soft caress on her skin… I envy the damn thing. And now it hangs there, abandoned. Like me. She takes so long under water, I get a bit worried. Finally she emerges, her back towards me. –“Damn, this is cold!” She curses in a high pitched voice making me laugh. It makes me more relaxed. Maybe the beer is going to my head already, because I hear myself saying –“Do you want me to come and warm you up?” It stops my breath and my chest feels like exploding. Why the hell did I have to go say that for? My stomach feels full of knots as I wait for her response. She keeps her cool and says –“Sorry, I didn’t catch that. I had water on my ear.” Nice save.

She takes just a few strokes in the pool and seems very self-conscious, looking at me from the side of her eye. I feel so guilty of staring. Who could blame me? There’s a gorgeous woman practically naked in front of me. And this particular woman has had the weirdest pull on me ever since the first moment we met. Can it really be just five days ago? This… Celestial being walked into our office and was announced our new boss in our new project. Every man, and some of the women, were attracted to her beautiful face from the beginning, but I… I just felt like everything about her pulled me in. The way she walked, the way she touched her hair when she was nervous, the lip biting, the way she smelled… The way she talked was just so… fascinating. She’s quickly done with her swim now, and stands in the pool, shaking. –“Are you cold? You can have the towel!” I offer. Then I remember the erection I’m trying to hide from her. Not such a good idea. –“I-uh… I’ll just put my pants on…” I add. She smiles ashamed and turns her back towards me. –“Okay, I’m done”, I say after quickly zipping my pants. I walk towards the pool, my hands open, holding the towel between them for her to dive in. The urge to take care of her is stronger than any inhibition. She climbs off and walks to me embarrassed. –“Eh… Thanks”, she says her teeth clashing together. Poor thing. –“Don’t mention it”, I answer wrapping the towel around her, rubbing a little. She just stares at my chest, biting her lip. I realize I've got my hands around her. I gulp, trying to get down this sudden lump in my throat. I feel electrified, every muscle tensing, pulse rising again... Her lip biting is so damn sexy, even now. Especially now. She’s just an inch away from me. It would be so easy to just put my arms around her properly and pull her in…

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Rachel

Why is this happening? Why do I want this to be happening? I don’t need an office romance to spoil this chance for me! Why does it feel so easy to just go to him? It feels so good to have him rubbing me. It warms me up in many ways, not just friction. His hands stop moving and he lets them fall to his sides. He stands there rigid. Waiting. I feel my hot breath gush out between my lips. I lift my eyes from his pecs. One of them cramps, making it jump very sexy. He must be very aware of my stare. His collarbones, his neck, his chin line… They invite me to kiss, to feel. The left side of his mouth pulls down again and again. Those lopsided smiles have been giving me butterflies all week. He's nervous. Don’t be nervous, I want to say. I know I should tell him to go away, but… I hold the towel on with one hand, and let the other be drawn to his neck. I touch it lightly. He startles a little and gasps. I let out a little nervous laughter and now land my hand on his neck. It feels... His warm skin feels soft, but my thumb touches his chin and there’s a little bristle. The soft and coarse texture in one touch feels stimulating. I feel his hot breath on my hair, on my forehead. I lift my gaze to his face only to find his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of my touch. As I caress his chin with my thumb, he licks his upper lip. It looks so… delicious. Well, I've gone this far… My body feels stiff and relaxed at the same. Little flashes of hot and cold go through me. The butterflies… The moist between my legs… I wouldn't forgive myself not to…

I lean in, just a little bit closer to touch his lips with mine. They’re hot too, like his skin. I feel the warmth oozing from him before I feel his lips on mine. It’s the softest little kiss ever. He just stands there, waiting for me to set the pace. Savoring the moment. I’d hate to ruin it by rushing. I deepen the kiss a little, invite him to respond. He cracks his lips and equals my light suction. It stirs something inside me, to feel him like this. I yearn for more. My breathing gets faster now, and so does his. I open my lips more and deepen the kiss further. He answers me eagerly now. His lips are so soft and strong against mine, so fitting. They take turns in closing in and backing out; as if he wants more but holds back. His tongue meets mine just as I dart it out, wanting to taste him better. He tastes like the bitter beer but also a mix of something else, sweeter. The kiss evolves into devouring, into wrestle of the tongues. It’s satisfying and still makes me want more.

Our covetous, endless kiss makes my head hum; the back of my head feels light and dizzy. My knees feel soft. I wrap both of my arms around his neck and let the towel fall down. I press my chest against his; partly for warmth, and just to feel more of him. He feels so hot, mine is still cool and wet from the water. He shivers to my touch and I pull away to apologize but he just smiles against my lips and pulls me back closer. So I just lean in, so close to him I feel his hard on against my hips. It surprises me a little, it feels so big. When my hips touch his cock, it flinches towards me. Somehow this makes me feel happy. I want to tease him, to give him some satisfaction. I start heaving my hips side to side, rubbing myself against his hard on. My heart beats so fast, it feels almost as if it’s vibrating in my chest. My hands on his neck, I feel his pulse is racing too. I have to break the kiss to catch up on my breathing. We’re still so close, we’re panting on each other’s face. I open my eyes to look at him, seek any hint of remorse. Far from it. He grins at me baffled but looking happy. His dark eyes stare in mine so intensively, it feels hypnotic. Lust has darkened his eye color even more but he still looks the most honest man ever. I won’t regret either; I decide as lean back a little to give room for my hand to explore his heaving chest. I caress every muscle and enjoy how they respond to my touch. His pecs, his abs… I can’t get over how amazing his skin feels to me. He only has a thin T-shaped area of chest hair. It’s very inviting to kiss and nuzzle into. But I only reach his neck. He has his hands around my waist; he held me up when my knees went weak. My hips are still against his; his dick is flinching to my every touch. Arousing me further.

I nibble on his collarbone. I plant little kisses to trail the bone and the big vain on his neck. He has his eyes closed again, absorbing my every kiss, every touch. His hands are fondling my lower back. The other one goes lower, to carefully cup my ass. He squeezes it and embraces it. It feels surprisingly good. I’ll bet anything he does with his sexy, warm hands feels good. There’s only the lace underwear between his hand and my ass. When he goes even lower, to my thigh; he pulls my leg up, stopping my heaving. He pulls me closer. I curl my leg around his thigh for support. The way my leg is, angles my crotch right against his; making every movement cause friction to my clit. An audible sigh escapes my lips. His other hand goes lower. He teases my inner thigh with the softest touch. It tickles in a good way. When he cups his hand on my lower butt, his fingertips touch my pussy and it makes me startle. I laugh nervously. –“Sorry.” –“Stop apologizing. You didn't do anything wrong”, he says in a low, gentle voice. It sends a new fleet of butterflies inside me, taunting me. So sexy… It makes me yearn for another kiss and as it steals all his attention, his grip on my thigh lets go. It makes me fight to find my balance again and breaks our kiss. I laugh apoplectic again and he shakes his head. I smile wide, inviting and take his hand and pull him towards the tanning chair. He sits down with curious eyes. He lies down on the backrest and I sit on top of him, my feet on each side of the chair. My legs are spread so wide, my pussy is resting on top of his hard, pulsing cock and each little movement sends waves of pleasure through me. I can’t help smiling. I lean down to kiss him knowing I’m giving him a great view of my bosom. I rest my hands on his chest and play with his nipples. As another mind blowing kiss makes me hazed, I rub myself against his erection. I aim my clit to get the best of the friction. I moan inside his mouth, unwilling to break the kiss.

His breathing is labored. His hands sweep across my lower back, disoriented until they land on my butt and start squeezing. He moves one of his hands over my panties and aims deeper. Deeper. Until it’s not my ass at all. The inside of my thigh feels oversensitive to his touch. He draws small circles on it, making me moan more. He then moves his hands to my panties again, over my pussy. He rests the warm hand over it for a while, and then starts moving it a little. I can’t move anymore. I sit on top of him, resting to his chest; panting to his neck. Nibbling it when I can. He slips his hand inside my panties and chuckles slightly to the surprising wetness. More circles… Magic circles, driving me crazy… He starts passing my clit on every round. He never misses one sensitive spot. But the position is a little too straining for his hand to carry on too long. I sigh dissatisfied when he pulls his hand away and lands it back to my waist. He catches my mouth to another kiss, distracting me as he moves me to lie next to him. He dives back into my panties from the front side without breaking the kiss. He carefully slips two fingers inside me and starts moving them in and out, deeper every time. He curls his fingers inside me, towards my belly. Finding another sensitive spot. And his thumb wanders to my clit, making me moan really noisy against his mouth. As I start panting more, I have to pull my face away to breath. I accidentally offer him my neck and he lands it with wet little kisses. He is everywhere and he is making me come. And come. With fireworks. Talented, long fingers…

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Paul

There never really is anything quite same as a woman pulsing around me, weather it’s my dick or my fingers. Just the warmness, the wetness, the knowing that I've just given someone something special… The knowledge that I just made HER very happy, gives me more satisfaction than any other before. As she lies beside me, resting her head on my chest; her whole body is pressed against me. It’s warm now; heated by passion. Intriguing thought that I could excite someone like that; like she does to me. My hand rests on the curve of her hip and my thumb strokes the side of her belly. Funny how every stroke makes her abs tense a little more, like they vibrate. Sexy. I pull back a little, giving her more room to lie on her back. The edge of the tanning chair is pressing my side a bit painfully but it doesn't really matter. As long as she’s comfortable. I move my whole hand on her tummy; my touch is so light I hardly touch her at all. Just skin on skin, the lightest pressure. It feels like there are tiny lightnings between. I suck on my lip nervously as my fingers twitch to her closeness and touch her belly one by one making her abs tense again and her back arch so she could get closer to my hand. It makes my body response immediately. Heavier breathing again, my dick is twitching towards her, begging to be relieved already.

I bend down on her mouth for one more of those amazing kisses. They’re like salt water; creating the illusion of relieving my thirst when in actually it’s just making it grow larger. She answers thirstily, too; reaching her hand closest to me, to touch me. It’s too close for anything but the trail of hair from my navel into my pants. She tousles the fur slightly, making me tickle. She then starts following it down, all the while still kissing me. I feel her fighting a smile as she tries to keep the kiss deep and agonizingly wonderful. Her fingers find my buttons and slowly manage to open them one by one. I realize my touch on her belly has turned into heated rubbing, going lower and lower. Her hand dives into my pants to greed the pulsing cock. It wiggles to her touch like an excited puppy. I fight to hold myself from coming to her first touch. It’s been a while… Her giggle breaks our kiss for a second but she quickly turns back to my neck again; leaving me panting freely. She must really be into sucking neck… She even nibbles my earlobe. All the while driving me crazy with caressing my cock with her soft, gentle hands. Long, indulging slides up and down the shaft… And then she puts her damn fingers around it… It only takes a few strides to make it pulse harder; to come in her perfect little hand. She chuckles against my neck and then kisses it again. Small, moist kisses all over; until she’s back at my mouth whispering –“It’s okay silly. You didn't do anything wrong…” I was just about to apologize, blushing. It makes me chuckle how she returns my earlier words to me. She takes her hand out of my underwear and still caresses my cock through them. It goes a little softer but not totally limp. How could it, with her so close to me? It will rise again. Just a little encouragement…

Her face is still right in front of mine, breathing on me; her eyes on mine. They look so fierce, and there are joy and laughter in them. Not like she’s laughing at me, but as she’s having fun and asks for more. I could never deny anything from her. Another kiss ravishes our already swollen lips. My hand gravitates to play with her breast. The bra is on the way; seems to be confining those gorgeous lumps and pressing painfully on her nipples. I reach to her back to open them and they loosen their grip on her. I throw them to the ground behind her, breaking our kiss, but quickly return to her luscious lips. I play with her boobs more; circling my thumb around her nipple with the softest touch, squeezing a little. Making her moan again. I suck on her other tit, imitating the circling motions with my tongue. The sound of her whimpering puts my cock on full alert again, pulling towards her. I move to lie on top of her; my opened pants still on. I rub myself against her; kissing and panting. I feel my pants fall lower to my thighs and there’s only two pieces of fabric between us. Her hands wander restlessly on my stomach and back. She wants more. I want more. Her hands find my boxers and start pulling them down. I rise to her lips again, so she can reach the underwear better. She gets them past my hips and then uses her legs to get them all the way down. I kick both my pants off. I tease her with more gentle kisses and rubbing my erection against her pussy through her panties. She groans and bites her lower lip frustrated. She lifts her hips against me on my every move, making me dizzy with lust. Finally I can’t take it anymore and pull away to take off the last thing between us. She moves her beautiful legs to help me and I can’t help fondling them; kissing her thighs. I kiss a little trail all the way to her all exposed pussy and blow some hot air, right to her clit…

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Rachel

Are you kidding me?! I want to yell, but no words would come out. Just the haste panting and the most embarrassing moans. More teasing… I want you inside me… No, don’t stop that… Umm… Can’t you do both…? After the little blow, he bends into my crotch and kisses my clit. He starts licking it in the most amazing way. Over it, up and down; and then he starts circling it too, like he did with the nipples before. He’s driving me crazy. I want him to stop and I don’t want him to stop… Finally it becomes too urging to get his cock inside me. It felt so perfect in my hand. Just the right size and shape… I bend my legs above his knees and pull my crossed legs towards his butt, forcing him to come higher. He chuckles between pants and quickly kisses a route up to my lips. Sneaky; I can barely taste my juices on his lips since he dried them by kissing my skin. The tasty sweet and sour are still the clearest tastes in his mouth. I pull him closer; feeling his weight over me - skin on skin - excites me more. I lift my hips against him again, desperate to guide him in. There it is; the tip of his cock teases me by nudging against me gently and then he smiles as he pulls away. Damn you, man… I lift my hips higher on his next thrust and suddenly he dives in, surprising us both to gasp. We keep breathing through our mouths, against each other’s necks and shoulders as we find a common pace quickly. I lift my hips towards him on every push, retreat in each pull. Feeling him slide in and out of me gives me the greatest high. He’s so close to me, skin on skin all the way, that it creates friction to my clit too. I feel woozy, lightness in the back of my head.

The fast pace suddenly slows down; he calms us to more sweet one. He kisses me again, small kisses between the breaths. He swipes a stray hair off my face and smiles. –“You look amazing… glowing…” He sighs adoring. He looks like he wants to add more but bites his lip to stop it. I feel like I should answer something, but the pace tenses again, making it hard to speak. I’m starting to feel the hip-lifting on my abs but I don’t care; it feels too damn good. I lift my legs higher, cross them over his lower back and pull myself closer to him in his pace by using the muscles in my legs, belly and butt. He rises to his hands, freeing my chest and getting a better angle to this new position. It kind of seems like he’s doing push ups on top of me. He gets deeper, making us both whimper like dogs in heat. His sounds are more silent; heavy, labored breathing and low growls escaping every now and then. I can’t hold my voices in anymore. On every breath, there’s a sound of some kind; high, low, something in between. With every thrust I come a little more… and then he can’t hold it anymore but gives in on my pulsing around his cock. It trembles inside me, and he shakes above me. I feel him come, pulsing. It feels good on the now tender flesh inside me. His hot breath on my neck burns. Then it starts to calm down and turns into sweet little kisses. He returns to my lips again. Sweet kisses, with our bodies entwined together, unwilling to let go.