Andee | Meet Me In The Shed

I found this one on my old laptop. I had long forgotten about it, but this story was something I had written for someone I was chatting with online almost 10 years ago. It was the first time I tried to create an erotic story. Might have to take the foundation here and build a better story.

I've been spending a lot of time in my backyard lately. Being as busy as I am, I normally don't, but a few weeks ago while I was doing the lovely job of weeding my flower bed, I noticed my neighbour watching me from an upstairs window at the back of his house.

At first I was startled.

He moved as soon as he saw me watching him and I didn't think much of it. Over the next week I noticed him a few more times watching me. My first instinct was to feel a little creepy, except that he was an exceptionally good looking man.  He had a nicely muscled body that appeared to be tanned all over ... not that I was staring back at him too hard. I also couldn't help but notice his amazing blue eyes and it was getting to the point where I could feel them on me.

The next time I went out to the yard I wore very short cut-off jeans and a tank top that I had cropped off just below by breasts.  "Let him look at this," I thought.

Sure enough I felt his eyes on me but when I looked up at the window he wasn't there. I was confused until a movement in the shrubbery caught my attention.

There was “Blue Eyes” watching me from behind the shrubs and he had the most wonderful smile on his face. I lowered my range of vision hoping to catch a glance of the rest of him. He stepped through the bushes to allow me a better look. He was also wearing jean cut-offs that left very little to the imagination as to what was underneath. And he was indeed tanned!

I raised my eyes to his as he stepped through into my yard. I could feel my nipples getting hard and I had a fluttering in my tummy. We didn't say anything to each other but when I turned around and headed for the shed he just naturally followed.

As soon as we were inside I dropped to my knees and undid his shorts. He was as excited as I was and groaned as I took his cock into my mouth. I wanted him good and ready for when I climbed on his dick. As it turned out I didn't do any climbing at all. He brought me to my feet and turned me around, taking me from behind.  It was all I could do to not scream out in pure pleasure.  We both came at the same time and sat quietly in the shed afterwards. 

Eventually he did up his shorts, caressed my breast and was gone.  Every now and again we meet up in the shed.

I still don't even know his name...

Miles | Night Flight

It was the second leg of a cross-country flight. The longer one. Leaving Chicago at 9:30, it wouldn’t get into Seattle until almost midnight local time. Drinks had been served and most passengers had settled into reading or sleep. Derek, however, had a deadline to meet. The glare from his laptop reflected on his face. And it partially lit the face of his seatmate, an attractive brunette a few years his junior.

The words on the page did not flow easily. The subject was credit spreads in the bond market and it was hard to imagine a less stimulating topic. That and the profile of the pretty lady in the next seat caused many words to be written and then deleted.

”Having trouble?” asked the voice to his right.

“Is it that obvious?” replied Derek.

“When you tap the keys for twenty minutes and there’s only a half a page of text, it’s a pretty good hint.” She said this with a friendly smile.

“You’re good. Does this detective have a name? I’m Derek.”

“Andrea is on the driver’s license. But Andee will do.” Derek couldn’t stop looking at her smile.

Over the next fifteen minutes they exchanged tidbits about their lives. She had some knowledge of investments, but only from the angle of a retirement saver. Derek was a professional money manager. They had just enough in common to know they didn’t want to talk about stocks and bonds right then.

One advantage of first class is the supply of alcohol. Derek’s drink was scotch on the rocks with water on the side. Andee was having vodka tonics. They discovered that they both liked martinis with olives, but that was too much to ask from United. The flight attendant seemed to be particularly liberal with his pours. Derek assumed he wanted everyone to fall asleep so he could eat his dinner in peace. The strategy seemed to be working throughout the cabin. Derek and Andee sipped and chatted away.

The console between the seats formed a natural barrier between the travelers. One they seemed to want to overcome as they increasingly leaned toward each other as they spoke. At one point Andee spontaneously reached out for Derek’s arm as she laughed at one of his stories. It surprised both of them. She removed her hand, but wasn’t quick about it.

Her smile was perfectly enchanting and Derek thought it was the most natural and spontaneous he had seen in a long time. Then he realized it was mostly her eyes. Tinted only somewhat by her contacts, they were absolutely electric in communicating her inner spirit. He could, and did, stare at them unashamedly.

The words spoken were less important than the flow of feelings. Both had needed to laugh for a longer time than they realized or admitted. This chance encounter worked wonders for both of them. Andee leaned her elbow on the console and rested her chin on her hand. After one clever comment, Derek laughed and reached out and gently stroked her cheek.

“You are too funny,” he said. “And you’re a temptress with that smile of yours.” The alcohol had made him bolder. Andee’s drinks had allowed her not to mind. She closed her eyes and focused on his touch. It was light, but conveyed a sensitivity she liked.

The cabin lights were dimmed, leaving the computer and the reading lamps as their only source of illumination. Everyone else in first class was sleeping or trying to.

“Well, I think this is a lost cause,” said Derek as he began the power down sequence for his laptop. In a few seconds the screen was black and he was placing his machine in its case under the seat in front of him. He took the opportunity to glance over at Andee’s legs. Graceful shape, good tone. He was glad she was wearing a skirt, even a conservative one with a sweater, rather than a pants suit. He wasn't wild however about the dark stockings, which he assumed were pantyhose.

“I need to excuse myself for a second,” he said and Andee unbuckled her seat belt and stepped into the aisle. Derek went into the head, did his business, and washed up. Looking at himself in the mirror he wondered if all this was really going as nicely as it seemed or was he deluding himself. When he returned to his row, Andee said, “My turn.” She popped up with her purse in hand.

Derek turned off one of the reading lights when she was gone and wished he had a dimmer for the other. Andee reappeared and slid into her seat. Something was different, but it took Derek a moment to realize that the stockings had disappeared. Andee curled up in her seat facing Derek and then covered her lap and legs with a blanket. She stretched to turn off her lamp bringing the cabin to almost complete darkness.

They both leaned forward and resumed their conversation about nothing in particular. The lack of light reduced even further whatever reservations they had previously felt. Smiling, laughing and now touching hands continuously, their faces moved forward until their first, gentle kiss became an inevitability. They pulled back slightly, but then moved back for a second, more lingering effort.

The console was padded and by now this was the spot most occupied by the travelers. Derek nuzzled Andee’s neck as she cooed. Her arms reached out to embrace him as best she could given the barrier between. Derek’s left hand slid under her sweater and he relished the softness of her skin and the trimness of her waistline. This wonderfully passionate teenage kissing and modest groping continued for several minutes, punctuated by increasingly futile efforts to talk.

Derek’s hand moved up Andee’s rib cage and he felt the back of her bra. She pushed herself more toward him and shifted around to improve his access. She only sighed as he undid the clasp in back. He immediately moved his hand forward and slipped it under the lightly padded cup. A lovely, full breast with a delightfully extended nipple. He carefully held her whole breast as their kisses deepened. Gently he stroked her nipple making it even firmer.

As her passion built Andee’s hands weren’t completely idle. “Where’s your blanket?” she whispered. Derek reached to the floor and held it up to her.

“I’m already a little hot,” he said with a smile.

“Just wait,” said Andee as she laid the blanket across his lap and the console.

She reached under his blanket and found his right thigh slightly raised. With each stroke she got closer to Derek’s engorged cock, only held in check by his boxer briefs. Finally, her hand made no pretensions to any other destination and she felt his fully erect penis through his clothes.

“No fair. You get to feel skin,” she whispered as she unzipped his trousers and released his straining cock through the fly in the shorts. Her slow long strokes were phenomenal to Derek. She could sense his balls tightening. He squeezed her breast more as his breathing quickened.

By now she was fully masturbating Derek and he was about to come. “You’re going to make a mess,” he whispered as he tried to slow her down.

“Nothing I can’t clean up,” came the reply.

He forcefully removed her hand at that point and kissed her hard. She responded in kind and then made her wishes unambiguous. “I want to take you in my mouth.”

The cabin was nearly dark and the flight attendants were nowhere to be found. Derek shifted around in his seat, his erect penis emerging from under the blanket. Andee immediately bent down and kissed the end of his knob.

Her masterful tongue work astounded Derek. Long strokes on the sides of his shaft and gentle licks on his now pulsing balls. She looked up to see the intense pleasure on Derek’s face and then slowly took in the entire length. Slowly at first and then more rapidly she alternated sucks and licks to bring him ever closer to ecstasy. She sensed her power over him and it made her bolder, and her pussy wetter. He bent down and whispered, “I’m coming.” Gobs of ejaculate spewed up into Andee’s eagerly awaiting mouth. She swallowed every drop and then licked him clean.

She came up and kissed him fully on the mouth. He could taste his salty essence, but was more overwhelmed by her heat. He repositioned his blanket and leaned to her ear, whispering, “Now I want to taste you.”

“That’s going to be a little harder in these seats, I think,” came the reply.

“We’ll see,” said Derek as his hand moved up Andee’s thigh that was widely spread under her blanket. Her skirt had worked itself up and posed little obstacle. Derek was anticipating sliding his hand under her panties when he was pleasantly surprised to find she was wearing none. Her trimmed bush was soaked with her juices, which Derek spread around her swollen pussy lips with soft strokes.

He brought his dripping fingers to his mouth. “Delicious,” he whispered as his hand went back for a second helping. He alternated stroking her clit and inserting first one and then two fingers into her anxiously awaiting pussy. Andee’s breathing intensified as she sat straighter in the chair encouraging deeper penetration. She muffled her orgasmic cries into Derek’s shoulder.

“Now I want you inside me,” she purred. Derek’s erection was almost fully returned from the passion of the moment. “How?” came his reply.

Andee glanced around the plane and saw absolutely no motion. She pulled Derek’s blanket off his lap, revealing his erect cock. Quickly she bunched her skirt at her waist and moved over to Derek’s seat, straddling him. Effortlessly she guided his penis into her sopping pussy. He was completely inside her. She made an attempt to cover her ass with her skirt.

She rocked almost imperceptibly, stimulating her clit as she relished the sense of fullness. Andee bit on her hand to muffle her cries as she quickly reached another, more intense orgasm.

Derek held her close as their breathing slowly returned to normal. They nuzzled and kissed. Suddenly they remembered where they were and they eagerly scanned the cabin. They giggled to each other as the rest of the plane appeared to sleep.

Andee slid back to her seat and then said, “Time to clean up.” Planting a quick kiss on Derek’s forehead, she disappeared to the head. Derek rearranged his clothes. She came back a few minutes later, hair combed, pantyhose back on Derek frowned at the implications, but also decided he liked the fully wrapped package too.

“Do we have time for a nap?” Andee asked.

“We have a little under an hour left.”

“That’s plenty for a little snuggle,” and Andee leaned over the console, pulling her blanket over them.

Derek held her as best he could and in doing so realized she had removed her bra in the bathroom. He gently cupped her right breast and kissed her cheek. She purred and they both nodded off.

Seemingly seconds later they sensed the cabin lights coming on and they heard the message from the flight deck. They straightened up and once again looked like a random professional couple. By then they were anything but.

They exchanged business cards and laughed when they discovered they lived only 30 miles apart. Andee had been on an earlier flight from their home airport of Toronto and had paused in Chicago for a meeting. Pure chance or fate had brought these neighbours together.

Andee was staying with family in Seattle and thought it a bit awkward to bring along a new friend. Their in-flight adventure would have to hold them until they got home in two days. They both agreed, however, that they needed to pick up where they left off. Only next time they would proceed without the console.

Camel | The Casino Bar

The room was relatively typical for a hotel. A large king-sized bed took up most of the space, along with the usual television/dresser combo.

Andee put her suitcase on the bed and made the routine check of the bathroom, closet and view out the window. She wondered if her husband had even checked in himself, until she noticed his case discreetly tucked away beside the desk. She noticed another plain envelope on the pillows of the bed, and picked it up. It was also marked "Just For You" like the one back home, except this one was a little heavier.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Andee opened it. As she did, a plastic card dropped into her lap. It was a hotel "smart" card, she learned as she began to read the note:

"This card will provide you with everything you need on arrival. Use it instead of cash, as all expenses have already been looked after."

Andee heard a knock on the door, just as she began to read more of what was written. She went to see whom it was, perhaps thinking her husband may be checking to see if she had arrived. Looking through the keyhole, Andee saw that it was a hotel staff member, and she opened the door.

"This is for you, ma'am," the smartly dressed young man said, handing her a garment bag from the hotel.

"Are you sure? I just arrived and haven't left anything to be delivered," she politely replied.

"I know, but a gentleman left me very clear directions to deliver this to this room once you had checked in."

She thanked the young man, and found it a bit odd that he refused her tip, saying that he was not allowed to accept anything from her during her stay. She closed the door and walked back to the bed where she lay the bag down and unzipped it. Inside was a sensation dress, one of the sexiest Andee had seen. A matching pair of shoes was also tucked inside, along with a note and another small package.

"Everything you need for this evening is found in this delivery. Other than your hotel card, you are not allowed to bring any other items tonight. That includes your wedding rings. See you at 8:00 p.m."

Andee flipped the card over, looking to see if there was anything else that might explain the strange delivery. The writing was not in a hand she recognized. She was intrigued, yet somehow felt very comfortable with the events that had been unfolding since the day her husband left on this business trip. She knew whatever was in the works, he wouldn't put her in harm's way.

Opening the small package, Andee gasped as a gorgeous necklace and earrings were found inside ... and then another small chain she figured was an anklet.

She went back to reading the first letter she had uncovered, mildly amused that the whole adventure was turning into something like a scavenger hunt. The note explained that she was to get ready for an evening of excitement and passion, with instructions of where she needed to be and when. Looking at the clock on the nightstand, Andee saw that she had some time to catch a nap, and then get to work on getting ready for her first night in Las Vegas.

Upon waking from her nap, Andee had a shower and wrapped herself in a towel. She took the dress out from the garment bag for a closer inspection. It was a very sexy red number, and would definitely be tight-fitting. Andee's stomach jumped a little at the thought of having to put it on - especially since the weekend rules meant no panties. If she even twisted the wrong way in this thing, everyone would surely catch a glimpse of everything she had to offer, Andee thought.

After drying her hair and applying make-up, Andee stood naked before the mirror. Talking to herself, she tried to find the right words to build up the nerve to slip into her outfit and leave her hotel room. The dress was tight, but Andee did kind of like the way it felt on her, and how the cut seemed almost perfect to make her assets look their best. She slipped the matching shoes on, and took a few steps around the room to ensure she wouldn't fall flat on her face. Fortunately, they were tasteful heels and not quite the "stripper" shoes she thought her husband might go for.

Finally, she put on the jewelry, grabbed her card, and took a deep breath. Looking at herself again in the full-length mirror, Andee could barely see any resemblance of the mother and wife that she left behind in Ontario. It would be pretty obvious to just about anyone who wanted to look that she wasn't wearing anything underneath the tiny slip of red fabric. Although, even Andee had to admit, with the way the dress was hanging, and the shoes she had on, her legs looked amazing. And, no doubt, they would probably get a lot of looks anyway, since almost every inch was on display. Andee had never worn anything like this in public. The butterflies in her stomach returned, and she had to almost force herself out of her room and into the hotel hallway.

Emerging from the elevator on the ground floor, Andee was very self-conscious about the looks she was getting. In her mind she imagined the other guests must think she was a "working girl;" in reality, she was one of the most beautiful sites to behold. Men smiled at her as she walked past, and into the casino area. The floor was alive with people playing the slots and table games. As she slowly made her way to the casino bar, she could hear the occasional comment from some of the guys ... all of which were along the lines of "Wow!" and "Oh man, take a look at her."

Andee wasn't used to the attention, and she could feel herself blushing a little. But she also was enjoying the feeling, and soon the butterflies had completely vanished. She was beginning to relish the new self-confidence she was experiencing at the moment. It had been a long time - almost too long - since she felt like a sexual being and not "Mom."

"Hello, Andee," the bartender said as he put a margarita down in front of her.

Andee was a bit taken aback, as she had never been in the bar before, and she had only just managed to get her butt onto the barstool without losing her dignity.

"Thank-you, but how did you ..."

"I know all about you, and don't worry. My name is Rick, and I will look after anything you need tonight," he said to her, waving his hand as she offered her hotel card. "Oh, and I do mean anything."

Andee figured her husband must have set this whole thing up. She smiled at Rick and turned around in her stool to face the rest of the bar. She scanned the room to see if she could see him anywhere, figuring he must be close enough to be watching all of this.

Looking around she caught a few of the men staring at her. It was a little peculiar, as she was flattered and on edge at the same time. She was enjoying this game, but was hoping her husband was going to emerge from the shadows soon, and they could begin their weekend of fun together.

"I guess it would be a little too cliché to ask if you come here often," a voice asked from beside her.

Andee turned to see a nice-looking man, whom she figured was in his mid-thirties, leaning in beside her barstool.

"Uh ...no, actually," she offered back in a bit of an awkward manner. "I'm actually waiting for someone."

Andee knew it sounded kind of lame. It wasn't the best brush off that she could offer, but she still felt very much out of her element among the crowd in the casino bar. She was here, living out a little fantasy she thought, and the other player was nowhere to be found.

"Oh, I see," he said in return. "Well, would you mind if I sat down and just chatted with you while you wait? I really hate to see such a beautiful woman sitting alone. Not to mention, I would love to shake the hand of the man who is privileged enough to meet you here."

Andee was amused by his reply, thinking all along of how much of a pick-up the guy was trying to put on her. But, sensing if she didn't find someone to occupy her waiting time with, the sharks would soon begin to circle ... and that made her even more uneasy than the idea of talking to this stranger.

Besides, she thought, looking into his eyes, he wasn't too bad looking.

"Sure, but I really am waiting for someone," she said.

He smiled and nodded. The stranger introduced himself as Tony. He made small talk with Andee, explaining he was in Las Vegas also for a convention. Andee learned that he was also married - although that was something she had not divulged - and was from a fairly normal life somewhere in Everyday USA.

They talked for a while, and Andee slowly became more comfortable with Tony. She had completely lost track of how much time had passed as they laughed and shared stories about themselves. And while she was loosening up a little, Andee also kept the important information to herself. Figuring she was here for fun, she made up little things about herself to tell Tony.

When he asked her what she did for a living, Andee fibbed a little - well, actually a lot - and said she was a sales rep for a line of lingerie and adult marital aids. They laughed for a bit as she told him about some of the "sales meetings" she had been too and some of the best sellers.

"So, what do you do," she finally asked Tony, trying to turn the conversation back towards something hopefully a little more truthful and not as sexual.

"Funny you should ask," he replied. "Not a word of a lie, I sell all the little things they put in bathroom vending machines. You know, the disposable tooth brushes, cheap cologne samples ... condoms ..."

Andee must have really gotten a strange look on her face at that last mention ... and she couldn't be sure if things were getting too close to the edge, when Tony leaned in very close to her and asked what kind of condom she liked best.

She wasn't sure if it was Rick's margaritas or that she was finally in the mood to carry the moment to the limits, but when she heard herself answer Tony, she was surprised at how easily the words came. Pausing a moment to look her new friend directly in the eye, then leaning ever so slightly to put her mouth almost right beside Tony's ear.

"To be honest ... Tony ... I like any type of condom, as long as it's wrapped around a nice ... hard ... cock," she said in a very low and sexy voice.

"I have no doubt that a lady like you would ever see anything but," Tony replied with a devious little wink.

At what seemed to be the almost perfect moment, Rick stepped up in front of the flirtatious couple, and slid Andee another drink. But this time, just under the edge of the glass was a small piece of paper, folded. Rick tapped the coaster and gave Andee a little look that indicated she needed to read what was written. Knowingly, the bartender engaged Tony in some small talk about the casino while Andee casually read the note.

"Something wrong?" Tony asked her.

"Seems like the person I was supposed to meet will be a little delayed," she replied. Not that she was disappointed. She had been enjoying Tony's company, and the flirtation has reached a very intriguing level.

She asked Rick if he had the time. She had been waiting, and chatting with her Midwestern condom salesman for well over an hour, and Rick's drinks were beginning to go to her head. Andee asked the bartender if there was somewhere convenient to get something to eat. Rick said if she wanted to move to a table, he would arrange for some food to be brought out to her.

Andee and Tony moved to a quiet table for two in a less exposed area of the bar. The atmosphere was very funky, and the chairs were set low, making it difficult for her to sit without flashing half of the room. But by now, her inhibitions were fading fast, and she smiled as she caught Tony trying to catch a flash up the hem of her dress as she dropped into the chair.

"Enjoy that?" she asked with a little grin on her face.

"Well, Andee ... I would love to enjoy that, and more," Tony replied a little more matter-of-factly.

Their conversation continued along that line as Andee snacked on the dishes that arrived at the table. As they chatted, drank and ate, she became much more relaxed and flirtatious. They shared some of their past sexual adventures, and she found herself growing more and more attracted to this man she had just met.

Andee had hardly noticed that as they spoke, Tony would shuffle and adjust his chair just slightly ever few minutes. After Rick dropped off what must have been the fourth margarita, she purposefully watched Tony's eyes as she reached for her glass. It dawned on her that as she would lean forward, her dinner guest would be able to sneak a glance into the top of her dress, and probably see right to her nipples. And when she would lean back, the hem would ride high on her thigh.

Feeling a little more playful now, Andee uncrossed her legs, knowing that when she would lean back, Tony - and anyone else sitting in the right spot - would likely be able to tell that she had a nice clean Brazilian wax.

Andee parted her thighs just enough to allow Tony a peek all the way up. She watched his eyes fixed on her legs, and it turned her on to know she was teasing the hell out of this guy. Keeping her legs just slightly parted, Andee pretended to pull down on the hem of her dress, knowing that in reality it would never cover things. She kept her hands on her thighs, and let her fingers gently stroke the insides of them.

She smiled a very sexy smile at Tony as he licked his lips and then found himself locked eye to eye with her.

"Caught you looking," she said in a very vixen-like way.

"Yeah, you did," he said, shifting in his seat. "I can't believe that some guy has left you waiting for this long. Pardon me for saying, but I wouldn't leave alone for a second after seeing just how sexy you are."

Andee smiled back at Tony, and eased back into her chair. As she sipped on the last of her drink, she held her eyes on him and allowed her legs to part a little more. She thought to herself how turned on she had become, and how much she was enjoying the obvious reaction she was producing in Tony's pants. And, of course, it was pretty obvious that she was horny.

"My, oh my," he whispered under his breath at the now fully exposed look he was getting from her. "If I was a braver man, I'd suggest we find our way to somewhere a lot more private."

"What do you have in mind, Tony?" Andee practically purred back. "Don't tell me that you have a few product samples handy?"

She was almost giddy with how the moment was progressing. And she was also surprised with how forward a few drinks had made her. So, as she found herself alone in the hotel elevator with this stranger, Andee found it was quiet easy to engage in a deep kiss with Tony as they rode up, towards his floor.

He had pressed her against the wall of the elevator and with one hand on the back of her head, held her in a perfect kissing position ... and also left his other hand free to explore her body. Tony stroked her breasts gently as he moved his hand down. Andee was so turned on by the aggressive nature of this stranger that she hardly gave it a second thought as he slid his hand under the hem of his dress and fondled her moist pussy.

By the time the elevator came to a stop, Andee was completely turned on from the kissing and fingering Tony gave her. Like a couple of horny teenagers, they quickly made their way down the hall, and into his hotel room. In a matter of seconds, they were on the bed making out.

Andee found that Tony was a bit of a rough kisser, but after the several drinks she had, it was easily forgivable because she was horny and wanting a lot more than just a little lip-lock.

As he lay kissing her, Tony's hand quickly found its way between her legs. Andee spread herself wider to allow him total access to her pussy. She moaned and arched herself against his hand as his middle finger slid from teasing her clit to up inside her. Tony continued to slide his finger in and out of Andee's moist hole as he kissed his way down her neck and to her breasts. He gently nipped at her swollen nipples through the fabric of her dress, making them grow hard. Andee could barely stand the teasing a he added a second finger to the action between her legs, and pulled the top of her dress aside so she could feel her lover's mouth directly on her flesh.

After a few more minutes of this steamy foreplay, Andee broke off the kissing.

"Where are those samples," she whispered between moans.

Tony got up off the bed and went to a case on his desk while Andee pulled off her dress. She lay on his bed in nothing more than her jewelry and high heels, not being too bothered to take the time to remove them. Tony quickly stripped off his clothes and Andee finally got a good look at the stranger who had made her so wet and willing to cast aside her marriage vows for a few hours.

His cock was hard and pointing at her as he stood at the foot of the bed. He was nicely built below the waist. Andee figured he must be close to 7-inches long and thick. She was practically drooling as she watched him roll a condom down his shaft. She always loved watching guys handle themselves when they were turned on ... even more so when she knew she was responsible for their hard-on. In no time, Tony was kneeling between her legs, and she felt him rubbing the head of his cock along her sensitive pussy lips. Andee raised her knees and spread herself just a little more. She lifted her butt off the bed slightly, inviting Tony to enter her.

It was driving her wild, feeling the head of his cock just on the outer edge of her pussy. She desperately wanted to feel him inside her. She had longed for a good hard fuck and to her this guy was taking a little too long. She reached down with her hand and wrapped it around his condom-covered dick and started to direct him into her moist hole. It felt so good, sliding in deeper and deeper. It made her feel full, with his thickness and length. Andee loved the sensation of having a man enter her for the first time.

Tony gently pushed himself all the way in, as Andee arched her hips against the penetration, tilting her head back and letting out a long moaning "oh gawd ..." She could feel his heavy balls against her ass, at first just gently tapping her as he began to pump in and out, then faster and harder as Tony's cock filled her completely.

Like her fantasy, Andee caressed the strong arms of the stranger who was now buried deep inside her pussy. She put one hand on the nape of his neck and began to match his rocking motion, feeling the incredible sensations as the head of his cock would find its way to the end of her vagina.

Together they fucked like this, moaning, thrusting, and kissing. Andee was blown away by the stamina of this stud on top of her, and it made her want more. His cock was so hard, and it made her mind run wild.

"I want doggy," she muttered between the deep thrusts that caused her to let out an uncontrollable little "uhn" each time Tony pushed his steel-hard rod into her.

Quickly, he stopped, rolled Andee over and positioned himself as she got on all fours. Her ass was glistening from the moisture her pussy had let dribble down.

"Cute tattoo," he said, rubbing his hand over the Playboy bunny she had on her right cheek. "Kind of appropriate since it seems like you enjoy fucking like a rabbit."

Andee giggled a little and pushed her butt up a bit more, inviting him to find his way back into her.

Tony slid his cock back into her and she thought for a second he might come right out her mouth. She hadn't felt this penetrated by a man before; he was so hard and big. The head of his huge cock rubbed against her g-spot, sending a little 'jolt' of excitement through her body. As he began to fuck her again, her mind was going wild with desire and satisfaction.

Just when she thought she had reached the point of ecstasy, Andee felt Tony lightly playing with her asshole. She loved how her husband would fondle her from behind when they did doggy-style at home. Tony must have sensed how much she enjoyed it - probably from the constant moaning - so when his thumb slid into her asshole, Andee let out a loud "oh gawd, yes ..." She felt even tighter now, with him finger-fucking her ass and still grinding away at her pussy. With each inward slide she would arch back against him pubic bone, forcing his cock in as deep as it could go.

Andee reached back and began to rub her clit as Tony continued to drive her hard. She felt his balls, now slapping against her hand as she played with herself. She loved how it felt, and how much this man was stretching her cunt. Andee's fingers moved faster, running along the side of her little love button, massaging that spot she knew would bring out an orgasm. The utter pleasure of being taken from behind by this massive dick soon started down the road to what she wanted.

She could feel her clit begin to swell, as blood rushed to it in preparation for the release Andee desperately wanted now. She knew Tony could sense she was close to cumming because her grabbed her by the hips and started to fuck her harder and harder. She thought for sure he would split her open with his large member. Harder and faster she bucked against Tony's cock as she worked her magic with her own hand.

"Oh yes ... yes .... yes ..... yes," Andee started to groan as her climax began.

Her body shuddered and every muscle in her pussy twitched as her orgasm rocked through her. Her moaning had set off her sex partner, as his cock got unbelievably harder. Andee could feel Tony was also close to cumming, and reached back to caress his balls. She squeezed her pussy muscles as tight as she could, still throbbing from her own orgasm. Her husband had always said there was nothing like fucking a "just-cummmed pussy," and now she was beginning to think there was something to it.

Tony felt so big and solid inside her. She could feel him as he started to swell to the point of shooting his load. Tony started grunting, grabbing her hips hard and then with one final huge thrust, rammed his cock as deep into her as he could. Andee could feel every throb as Tony came. She continued to massage his balls as they jumped up and down in her hand as they emptied his sperm.

Tony slowly withdrew his still twitching cock from her pussy, and crashed onto the bed beside her. She moved to lay her head on his chest and continued to play with his balls as his dick began to relax back to a semi-flaccid state. Slowly it came back to her mind - as it cleared from the sexual heaven it had drifted to - that she had just been thoroughly fucked by someone she had just met in a bar.

She lay beside Tony for a few minutes, until the all-too familiar deep breathing of a man after sex began.

Andee slid off the bed quietly, and found her dress on the floor. Quickly, she slipped it back on, and snuck into the bathroom to rearrange herself the best she could and clean up what she could from between her legs. The one good thing about condom sex was no male cum, but her pussy was swollen and still quiet sensitive from all the action.

She gave one final quick glance to the guy that had just rocked her into understanding why Las Vegas is called Sin City, and quietly snuck out of his room.

In the ride down in the elevator, she was joined by a few other hotel guests and wondered if they could tell by her flushed face that she had just been naughty. She asked one for the time, and was shocked to  learn it was now approaching midnight. She was supposed to meet her husband an hour ago in the bar, according to the note Rick had slipped to her with the drink.

She quickly made her way back to the row of bar stools and sat down in one.

"Nice to see you made it back," a familiar voice said.

Andee turned to her left to see her husband now sitting in the stool beside her. Her stomach jumped. She wasn't sure how to react, still wondering how much he knew, or saw, of what had taken place.

"I do hope you're not going to stick with that tired cliché of 'What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas'," he said before she could say anything, leaning in very close to her. Andee felt his hand high on her thigh, and before she could stop him, his finger sliding across her soaking pussy. She knew he would feel that she had just had sex ... a lot of sex.

"Because I want to hear every tiny little detail," he whispered in her ear as his finger slid into her.

Andee grinned that little grin she always had when she was feeling turned on and naughty. For a moment she wondered if her throbbing pussy could take anymore, and then decided it definitely could ... and would as she slid off the bar stool and took her husband's hand.

"Rick," she said, turning the bartender. "Save my seat. I'll be back for more before last call."

Miles | The Ride Home

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Camel | Andee Prepares For Departure

Andee carefully removed the letter from the envelope. She had just come home from work to find it placed on her pillow, plainly marked "Just For You." She knew it was from her husband, as he had departed on his business trip earlier that day. And, as he often did, he had some scheme cooked up to add a little excitement to her life.

This time, the plan was for her to travel to meet him at the end of his trip in Las Vegas. He was attending a trade show and managed to get an extra flight.

Andee was looking forward to the planned weekend away. Her husband traveled a lot for his business, and she often wished she could tag along. Sometimes she wondered just what things happened on these "business trips." But, with two young children and a demanding career, wishes didn't always become reality, and she would have to live vicariously through the tales he would tell on his return.

This time would be different, though. A free ticket to Sin City was waiting for her, and she had decided to make the most of the opportunity. The kids would spend an extended weekend with their grandparents while she would fly off and spend a few days in the sunshine at the hotel pool.

Andee unfolded the letter and read it to herself. The first part was simple directions for her flight and travel arrangements, times, phone numbers and such. However, it was the last line that really caught her attention:

By the way ... you will not be meeting your husband in Las Vegas. On this trip, you are alone, and what may happen will depend entirely on how much you are willing to let go of your own imagination.

The idea intrigued her, as well as left her a little concerned. Andee's husband often chided her for being such a "Mom" and "wife." He would tease her on occasion about remembering she was also a woman - and a desirable one at that. Although she would scoff at his insistence that many men would love just one night with her, deep down inside, his claims excited her. She wanted to feel that way, but the conventions of being a wife, mother and working in a conservative environment always seems to win out.

In truth, Andee was a very desirable woman; a stunning 37-year-old brunette, with a killer body, gorgeous eyes, sexy legs and a smile that could make a man crawl on broken glass if she said so. She never seemed to notice the looks she would draw when she would be out shopping, or even from men at work. She had the looks of a model, but the routine of life sometimes left her feeling something a little less than that.

Andee read over the list of items she was to pack, according to the list left with her husband's note, turning the sheet over to see if there was anything on the back.

"I certainly won't need a big bag," she said quietly to herself. Other than the necessities of toiletries and make-up, there wasn't a lot. Her husband had pretty much lined things up so she would barely resemble the woman she was day-in day-out.

As she thumbed her way through the hangers in the closet, pulling out the specific outfits she was told to bring, she couldn't help think the weather better be nice. Every piece of clothing was a tiny dress, some items she had never been brave enough to wear for anything other than a few "boudoir" type photo sessions she had done with her husband for fun.

In a way, she found the prospect of dressing up this way for a weekend getaway a bit of a turn-on. She only hoped her feet would survive in the shoes she would need to go with the dresses.

Andee laid the outfits on the bed. Her mind was awash with both fear and desire. A few normal items were missing - other than a few of her sexiest and raciest bras; there were no panties on the list. Not a single pair. Part of her was now saying "No way," while a different urge was slowly taking over her thoughts. Andee couldn't see herself pulling the whole look off ... she wasn't really this kind of wild woman, on the hunt for sexual excitement away from the quiet normalcy of subdivision living. And certainly not one to spend any length of time "commando."

As she slowly packed her luggage, however, she found her mind and body playing against each other. She began the think of all the possibilities that the weekend away could hold; and, she began to really wonder if she still had it in her to capture the attention of other men.

She had a few imaginary flashes of Sharon Stone-like situations; sitting pantiless on a bar stool somewhere, casually and intentionally crossing and uncrossing her legs at the right moments; watching the reaction of the men she was momentarily exposing herself to.

Almost unknowingly, Andee began to caress herself; first with her fingers along her cheek, and then down the nape of her neck. Then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and stripped it off. She ran her hand along the edge of her bra, feeling her nipple harden under the fabric. She closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly, moistening them with her tongue as if she was about to be kissed. Andee allowed her fingers to slip under the cup and across her sensitive nipple. The sensation shot through her body and straight down to between her legs.

Now she was really turned on.

Andee dropped her pants, and slid her now moist panties down her shapely legs and onto the floor. Reaching behind herself, she unhooked her bra and let it drop beside the twisted ball of her underwear. Now naked she sat on the edge of her bed, and then lay and began to caress herself once again. As her right hand found it's way to her moist pussy, Andee tweaked and gently massaged her nipples and breast with her left. Her fingers were working even harder now, rubbing and stroking her swelling clitoris as she grew wetter between her legs.

Andee's mind began to wander to some of her personal fantasies; ideas came flooding into her mind about the weekend ahead, the meaning behind her husband's note and the erotic thought of meeting a stranger in a casino bar. She envisioned the excitement of going with this man to a room and letting him explore her body.

As she continued to play with herself, Andee reached into her nightstand and pulled out her favourite sex toy. She needed to feel something inside her, something that would help bring the fantasy of this stranger penetrating her pussy to climax. In her mind she was now on her back in this imaginary Las Vegas hotel room, with a nameless stranger kissing her body, sucking on her nipples, feeling the moist passion between her legs.

She imagined she was completely at this man's will, as she pretended her fingers were his. As she played with herself, she fantasized about feeling his tongue on her, and then along her labia, and slowly working its way into her pussy. She wet her mouth, getting turned on at the thought of kissing the stranger after his oral pleasure and tasting herself on his lips and tongue. Her own tongue was now darting in and out of her mouth, as if seeking a taste of reality in this fantasy.

With her toy in her left hand, Andee began to rub the pink tip of the vibrating cock along her pussy lips, imagining the stranger was preparing to slide his swollen cock into her. She could see in her mind the erection of the stranger, circumcised with the large head glistening from sliding along her moist and swollen pussy lips. As the end of her toy became more and more wet, she began to slip it in deeper and deeper, letting her mind run with the image of his massive hard-on disappear into her.

Andee's right hand continued to caress and massage her clit in a circular motion, while her dildo inched it's way into her now-dripping cunt. The vibrations from the toy really set her hormones on fire. She slowly began to arch herself against the toy with each inward thrust. It felt so good to have this toy cock inside her, but it also made her long for the real thing.

Her mind was alive with the idea of feeling this stranger fucking her. She wondered how it would feel to have a new cock working her, someone different ... how would it feel, or how they might approach the moment, kiss, all those things that she and her husband had done for the past 17 years together. She fantasized about running her hands up and down his muscular arms, across a broad chest, pulling on strong shoulders so she could feel him on top of her. She thought about how she liked it when a guy would be on top and she could put her hands on his ass cheeks and help force him deeper with each thrust.

As Andee continued to let her mind wander, she felt her orgasm building. Her fingers began to swirl faster, and she pumped her fake cock deeper and deeper. Within a few more strokes she felt her climax rising ... her breathing faster ... her moaning louder ... until it was there! Andee let out a long, deep gasp as her entire body tingled and twitched through her intense orgasm.

"Oh gawd," she said out loud, as she gently slid the still vibrating toy from her soaking pussy. Her juices slowly ran from her cunt, down between her ass cheeks, as Andee lay still for a few minutes.

"Damn, I need a good fuck," she finally said, as she sat up and saw the wet spot she left on the bed sheets.

Miles | A Daydream at the Beach

The beach can be a calm or a seductive place.  Rules change, as do behaviors, but oftentimes there are constraints that can’t be avoided.  Picture a beach, extremely warm and bright.  A solitary female, very dark sunglasses, dark brown hair, is resting on a blanket after some lazy reading.  Knowing that a simple one-piece suit fits her everyday public persona, she instead has opted for a modest string bikini.  After all, she is forty years old, has two children, but maintains the body of an eighteen-year-old.  She likes the interested look of strangers, and there is little chance of someone from her daily life coming across her today.  If they did, she would relish the thought of this minor exhibitionism on her own terms.

The perils of too much sun are well known to all, and the spouse appears to remind her about a fresh application of sun block.  She acknowledges the concern and notes she needs some help.  A mechanical application of lotion across the back and between the shoulder blades covers the hard to reach spots.  The rest of the surface area is left to the lady.  As she lies back down on her stomach, she unties the neck and back straps of her top and thinks about how it might have been.

A low voice asks her if she has been in the sun very long.  He suggests that her skin is starting to show a touch of pink, and it might be time for some more lotion.  She thinks about it and agrees that a fresh application of sun block would be a good idea.  He offers to help, and she nods her assent.

He begins at the nape of her neck, working downward with both hands and slowly massaging the muscles toward her shoulders.  Lightly applying a layer of sun block to the top, side and back of her ears, he is careful not to get lotion in her hair.  He notes the sensitivity in her lobes as he gently squeezes them.  He returns to her neck, senses that she is not relaxed, and slowly works the tension from that area.

He notes the delicate tone, yet subtle strength in her shoulders as he works slowly downward.  Circular motion with first one hand and then the other covers the blades and the center of her back.  Her arms are resting loosely at her sides, partially in modesty at her essential toplessness.  He reaches down and extends her left arm, applying lotion starting at the shoulder and working down the upper arm, which can be covered on both sides at once.  First the triceps, biceps and elbow, and then down to the forearm and wrist.  Special attention is paid to her hand, with each finger receiving individual treatment.  The process is repeated for the right arm.

She is more relaxed now, and places her arms above her, with her hands crossed to form a pillow.  She anticipates his firm hands and the lotion on her lower back.

His hands do not disappoint.  He begins on her spine, half way down her back, tracing small circles with his fingertips, and working methodically lower until he reaches the top edge of her swimsuit.  With both hands on the center of her lower back, he extends the motion outward until the hands work to the side of her slender waist.  Slowly he applies the lotion on her sides, extending up to the start of her rib cage.

She feels a new drop of lotion on the small of her back.  His right hand takes it and begins moving down and in a smooth motion his fingers probe across her back, underneath the waist of her bikini by no more than an inch.  “We wouldn’t want you to burn if your suit shifted a little,” offered the voice.  She smiles, but does not speak.

Attention moves to her feet.  Long and narrow, with garnet polish, they have always looked to her unattractive.  Like most women who have features somewhat at variance with the popular standards society sets out in airbrushed photographs, she is unduly critical.  He knows better.  Her feet are sensuous in the extreme and he lingers over them.

Each toe receives as close attention as the fingers did.  The balls of her feet are gently caressed. 

She suppresses a giggle as his touch is a bit too light.  Sensing this, he increases the pressure and lengthens the strokes along her foot.  Both feet are thoroughly massaged and completely protected from the sun.

By now her legs have moved slightly apart, allowing his hands full access to each muscle.  The narrow ankles look too fragile to support any weight at all, and her calves flow in a graceful arch down her leg.  His hands work purposefully up to her knee on each side. 

Her sense of ease is now dominating, but there is also a sense of anticipation.  As both hands are placed on the back of her right thigh, she feels the lotion covering every inch of this space.  He stops short of her bottom, and repeats the slow process on the left side.  She feels her legs moving ever so slightly further apart, almost as if without volition.

Sensing that he is done with her back, she wonders what she should do next, until she hears more lotion being applied to his hands.  Starting on the outside of her hips he slides his hands under the ties of her bikini, this time extending perhaps two inches under the fabric.  Very slowly he brings his hands together, maintaining the penetration, moving across her bottom toward the inner sides of her leg.  She resists her natural urge to tilt her pelvis upward to greet his hands.  His hands stop just short of the point where different moistures would mix, and then they are gone.

“Shall I continue with the front?”

The answer is clearly yes, and her hands automatically begin to tie back the top of her bikini, but she stops, and decides there is a better way.  Without elevating her torso, she reaches down and places a hand between the blanket and each breast.  She rolls over, barely maintaining her cover, elbows pointing out.  The sun is penetrating in its intensity, but all she can feel is the response of her breasts to her own touch.

He dabs the sweat from her face, and then, using only two fingers on each hand, he begins gently applying the lotion to her forehead, temples, cheeks and chin.  This is a face that he can, and does, dwell on.  Removing her sunglasses and carefully avoiding her eyes, he covers her eyelids, her nose and the supple area around her mouth.  A fleeting, almost imperceptible kiss is extended as his fingers brush against her lips.  He replaces the sunglasses.

Having already covered the arms, he next applies lotion to her long, graceful neck, her shoulders and her collarbone.  She knows this area is one of her great features, and he too appreciates the accent it provides to the character in her face.  Normally, she dresses with high collars to de-emphasize these assets, but today she wants all the attention they deserve.

As his hands work to cover the shoulder area, they frequently bump into her hands, which are still carefully guarding her modesty.  He decides that her arms could use a bit more lotion and in a singular motion he begins at her shoulders and works down her arms.  Quickly his hands are on top of hers, rubbing back and forth along the length of her fingers.  The added pressure on her breasts quickens her breathing.  Her fingers spread apart slightly, allowing her increasingly erect nipples to slide though.  Ever so slightly his hands brush across their extended surface.

As quickly as it began, the stroking of her hands stops, and she reforms her close cover.  The sensation in her breasts does not subside, however.

She next feels his touch on her waist and stomach.  Smooth, flat, but still feminine, it is a part of her body of which she is appropriately proud.  His fingers meet at her belly button and draw away toward her waist.  The bottom of her bikini is just an inch or so below her navel.  He puts lotion on the index finger of his right hand and, starting at the tie on her right hip, he traces a line just under the elastic at her waist until he reaches the left tie.  She wanted him to probe lower, but it was not to be.

His hands return to her stomach and begin working upward across her rib cage.  This time they do not go on top of her hands but instead slide effortlessly underneath.  She holds his hands tightly and together they move in a circular motion.  Her back arches ever so slightly.  After several complete rotations, his touch lightens.  Using only his pointer and middle fingers on each hand, the motion slows and narrows in radius until he is drawing tiny circles around her now fully erect nipples.  Finally, he draws each nipple between his thumb and fore finger, gently squeezing and turning until she lets out a soft moan.  His hands slide away leaving hers in place to try to hold on to the sensation.

As her breathing slows, she feels his hands working up toward her knees along her shins.  She is amazed at his pace.  As she is building her inner fire, he keeps everything in control.  He spends as much time on her lower legs as he did her arms, which seemed to her to occur hours ago.  Delicate massaging of her knees follows, with special attention paid to the tiny dimples on the side.  His hands move firmly from there to her thighs, and she feels her legs part by a few inches. 

Both hands caress her left thigh, stroking back and forth from the knee up to the top.  At the extreme, she feels his little finger of his right hand brush against the fabric of her bikini, and she strains in anticipation of the motion.  The activity is repeated on the right thigh, only this time it is his left hand that wanders too close to the material.

She knows he has applied lotion under every edge of her bikini so far.  She trembles in anticipation, eyes tightly closed, worrying simultaneously that he will continue, or perhaps he might not.  She is not ready for this to end.

She hears the lotion once again squirting into his hand and waits.  But not for long.  The fingers of his right hand reach up under the tie on her right hip.  He very slowly begins to move down her leg, his hand covered by two inches of fabric.  The pace is almost imperceptible.  His fingers only stop when they encounter the first of her neatly trimmed pubic hair.  He withdraws them slightly, but continues down the elastic of her leg.

Deep inside her thigh, he increases the pressure of his fingers.  This causes his thumb outside the material to brush not so lightly across her clitoris.  Her emotions are extreme, but she maintains some semblance of composure.  Her hands clutch at her breasts as the sensations build in waves.

He repeats the motion on the left side.  Incredibly he follows the same pace, the same line, the same finishing touches.  Also incredibly, she does not roll over onto his hand.  She wants those fingers to probe deeper, but she lets him direct the action.

Perhaps she should not have.  He removes his hands from her body, places the top back on the now almost empty sun screen bottle, and whispers to her that she should be adequately protected for a while.  She thanks him quietly, and rolls back over on her stomach.  A second later he is gone.

After a time that could have been minutes or longer, she hears the voice of a small child coming down the beach, ready to play.  She easily reties the strings on her top, sits up, and begins the next phase of her day at the beach.

While she is contentedly digging sand castles, she pauses and wonders if she will need some aloe vera lotion later….