Sleepless in Seattle

What a night!

Chatting, Movies, loads of popcorn, beer, Baileys Irish Cream on the rocks… it was amazing. We had fun till wee hours of the morning. She is my friend. Cute, nice, funny, smart and naughty… wow what a combination! She flew over to my place to spend the weekend. We met in the net, and netted very well in a short time.

It is around 6 past 9 in the morning. Sun rays woke me up with a warm kiss on my eyelids. I lazily lay in the bed, staring into the woods, thru the balcony glass door. She is still sound asleep like a baby, in one of my shirts and just the underpants. She is tall, attractive and full figured. Her smooth dusky skin shined in the sunlight. She had long sexy legs. I stared at her curvy body for a while. Soon I realized a pressure developing in my shorts. First I ignored it as one of the usual early morning arousals. But as my eyes went up and down her body; something else also started moving up and down, like a vertical pendulum! Embarrassingly I cupped my crotch with my hands. It continued thickening, like an adamant baby. I couldn’t resist the urge and within a few moments I was petting my notty boy.

Gosh! What am I doing? I came back to senses and decided to get out of there before I turn into a ‘wild’ animal. As I was moving over her to get out of the bed, she sighed and groaned lightly. The sudden rise and fall of her chest, few inches away from my face burst the big bubble of passion developing deep inside me. Now I am over her, standing on my knees and arms. I noticed that she isn’t wearing anything inside the shirt and one of the top buttons is open. I envied the luck my shirt had and wished I was the shirt, wrapping around her voluptuous chest, hugging her completely, and occasionally brushing her nips. Every breath she took stretched the shirt.

I am lost! I forgot where I am, who I am, who she is and what she is! All I wanted was to be the shirt! Ya, as Bryan Adams once sang, the only thing that looks good on me is you... or perhaps looks on her is me! Notty thoughts took over my mind and I am not thinking any more. My hand moved involuntarily and slowly started unbuttoning her. Her fleshy bosoms shined in the sun like wheat buns poured with butter. I untied the very last button and slowly opened the shirt to either side of her chest. Oh my, what a scene! I got afraid that the enormous growth in my shorts may start poking her legs. Her rings of color glittered in sunshine like dark cherry on top of a chocolate scoop. I moved my lips closer to those and kissed it, just a few millimeters away. I gazed at her breasts like a hungry baby. My lips hovered over her body, moving further down. Even though it was almost impossible, I tried hard to breathe slowly, as I was afraid my warm breath would wake her up.

Now my lips are over her underpants. The tangy smell of her loins was the last nail on the coffin of my decency. Her pubes attracted my lips towards it, as if they were magnetic. As I kissed her there lightly, I could feel the hair inside. I don’t remember how many times I kissed there; it was like a long awaited reunion of someone dearly missed. Within a few minutes, my lips were on her lips in the panty. She was still fast asleep, perhaps from yesterday’s hangover! The feeling was so overwhelming that, I started to forget that she is sleeping and this is happening without her consent. Soon my tongue was on her, between her shapely thighs. My sharp tongue moved upwards in her lips, with my hand reaching over to one of her bosom and squeezing lightly. Suddenly I heard a moan and she started to move. I lifted my head, startled, but she had arched her head back with mouth wide open and eyes tightly shut. The strong entrancing scent and the first drops of wetness on her panty revealed that she had a sudden burst of passion, triggered by the unexpected arousal. As I stopped suddenly and was looking at her, waiting for reaction, she looked down at me. For a few moments we were frozen, with our eyes locked and trying to figure out what is happening. Next moment she ran her hands into my hair and pushed me back between her legs.

Now I am licking her like a puppy. Licking her deeply, occasionally my tongue plunged into her lips. Every time my tongue went between her petals, she made a loud moan. She slowly moved her hips up and down; and at times pushed it against my face. I pulled down her panty with my teeth and kissed her hairy pelvic arch. She raised her legs and slowly rolled down the panties, and threw it to the floor. Her juicy mulberry lips glistened in the sun rays. I inhaled her deeply, kissed lightly and then brushed my tongue tip around them. My wet, slippery warm tongue made her quiver. Within a few moments I was eating her like slurping oyster from its shell. I didn’t even let a single drop of her honey fall on the sheet. At times I had to trace the drops down to her crack. A few heavenly minutes… she pushed my head away, crossed her legs tightly and she exploded.

She lay there silently for a minute. Then she pushed me back to the other side of the bed. She crawled over me in a breeze and pulled away my shorts frantically. It felt like an electric shock when her soft warm lips touched my gleaming red head. She kissed up and down the length of it. Her wet tongue on scrotum burnt me with passion. She flipped her tongue on the wet crown and gulped me in. I quirked in an explosion of excitement. As her lips wrapped me tightly and went up and down, I saw the wetness building in her again. I expressed my deep gratitude my kissing her on the wet lips down there. It went on for a while, before we both started trembling and treated each other with honey and milkshake. We could taste ourselves when we kissed!

What a day!

The Massage

“So, you need a ride?”

It was the Korean lady I was working with since last week. I am in this other location of ours, and will be working with her team for a few weeks. She is divorced and in mid 30s. She is tall, fair and slim, but voluptuous. She used to dress formal to office and her fleshy calves always made me drool.

“Oh sure, that is very sweet of you”, I replied.
“Pack up, and lets head out… TGIF dear” she chuckled.

She took me in her convertible to my hotel. Even though we were busy talking, my eyes were stuck on her shirt, flipping in the wind. She had left one more button open than usual, and the edge of the shirt was swaying in the wind, revealing more and more of her cleavage. The half an hour ride went like half of a minute.

When we reached the inn, I invited her in for a beer, as a token of my appreciation for the lift. She came in and we had a chilled beer together on the sofa. As we were talking, she bent down and started pressing and squeezing her calves, as if in some pain. I asked her and she said that she sprained it in the morning. I asked her to show me where it is paining. She showed me, joking whether I am gonna fix it. Voila, I just got what I wanted. I said I am good with massage and can give a try.

We moved on to the second (or third?) beer and I now have her legs on my lap. I applied some Vaseline to her legs and started massaging her shank. My long fingers ran all over it, at times loosely caressing her, other times tightly squeezing her flesh. It went down to her ankles and she giggled as if got tickled. As I slowly worked my fingers on her ankle, she closed her eyes and sighed, enjoying every moment to the fullest. My hands went further down, to the tip of her toes. I took every single one of it and my fingers ran all over and in between them.

Then my fingers started crawling upwards slowly. As they reached her knees she was almost shivering in excitement. She bent her knees forward and moved her hips closer to me. Her suit skirt slid down her thighs. Her thighs were fleshy but tight and shapely. She spread her legs a little, showing her yellow panty. I noticed that her panties were wet and had sunk into her lips. I sat breathless on the sofa, with a sexy women lying beside me, with her legs over my lap, and spread slightly… like the wings of an eagle, waiting for me to join her to fly into the high skies.

I got into senses when she placed her palm over my hand. Then she slowly pulled my hand towards her… onto to her thighs. It is the sign, now it is my turn to perform. My fingers ran all over her thighs, caressing and squeezing them. As I went further in, she was trembling in pleasure. I ran my finger over her panty. Feeling the wetness and the lush lips.

I kissed on her knees. Next moment her hands were on my head. She pulled my hair for a while… and then pushed my head down, into between her legs. The scent of her passion ignited me. I kissed gently on her panty. As my lips loosened, my tongue sprang out like a snake from the hole. I could taste her juices. The touch of my tongue drove her crazy and she moaned loudly. I rolled down her underwear and kissed over the trimmed, light golden hair. I pulled the hair with my teeth and she got all the more excited. Then I felt the soft hair with my tongue. Her thighs started to shiver. As I went further down, she started shaking. My lips met her lips down there. My tongue went between those succulent lips of her, till it got all the honey she had!

The Secretary

“Can I have an envelope”, I asked her, knocking the entrance of her cubicle.

“Oh sure, come in… what kind of envelope you want?” she answered in her usual sweet tone.

She is in her 30’s, but like the wine, getting better with age! She appeared a little ravishing in her summer attire, with the tight cream top stretched across her chest and the rose mini skirt. While walking in, my eyes did a quick scan of her entire body, from toe to forehead, pausing couple of times on the way, especially at her legs and the curves, of course the cleavage too.

We chatted for a while, and with the envelope I started to head back to my cubicle. As I turned, she asked me to stop. She came near me, ran her fingers into my hair and suggested that I need a haircut. She had to say that twice, as when she said first; I was busy enjoying the pleasant touch of her smooth long fingers on my head. Her hands were so soft and it felt like she pressed some switch hidden under my hair to turn me on. She ran her hand on my hair couple of times, and every time I wished for more and more. Being her hand raised; the smell of her perfume, mixed with her pheromones had a hypnotizing effect on me. The sleeveless t-shirt exposed her under arm, and for a moment, I wished it was closer to me. Did her chest appear a little tight and firm? Was she also enjoying stroking my long, straight, silky hair? Hope she didn’t notice me staring her chest, which was moving up and down with every breath she took. Was she taking long, heavy breaths?

I somehow pulled together myself out of the magic spell, and walked to my cube. The unexpected, but exciting event took me down by surprise and all I could do that afternoon was to think of her, and indulge in dreams and fantasies. Many a times, I wished I could touch myself, as the emotions were too uncomfortable and getting uncontrollable. And couple of times I actually did, moving the chair deep under the table, and one my hand was hidden. Under the table, the fingers ran over the bulge, lightly stroking it. At times the strokes turned to squeezes and with a huge effort I pulled my hand out under from the table, to restrain myself from doing anything further.

After the excited afternoon, it is evening, and after the ‘hard’ hours, I turned back to work. I have to send a fax, and so I sent her a note asking for a cover page. Time went by, it is late evening and the whole office is kinda deserted. I heard a knock on my cubicle and it was her. She came in and said that she doesn’t have any printed fax cover sheet, but you can make one quick in MS Word from one of the available templates. She said she will show me how to do it, and I let her use my computer. She was standing too close to me, and her smell started driving me crazy. I wasn’t paying any attention to her instructions, and my eyes were running up and down on her, firing up the passion. My computer was giving her problems, and she was getting frustrated. She rested her firm, round bum on my armrest; struggling with the software. I wished I had my arm on it, and she was sitting on it... so that I could feel her softness all across my arm! And perhaps I could then turn my hands and her thighs would be in my palm. I could then feel the fleshy thighs of her with my finger… and if I start pulling back my hand slowly, my fingers would move inner and inner... parting her legs… and would end up… fiddling the strings of her passion!

Oops.. the gods are in favor and all my prayers were answered. She slipped into my lap, and in the sudden reaction to hold her, my hands ended up cupping her jug. We both froze for a few minutes and I think she got out of the shock when she felt something poking her bum. Her head turned towards me, our eyes locked and lips only a few millimeters away, it was too late for anything. The lips clung together like two pieces of magnets and it set the two bodies on fire. As her lips were getting squashed between mine, I could feel the heat developing down under her, on my thighs. My hand on her chest, grabbed her tighter and started squeezing the soft flesh. The whole office is empty, and all we wanted was to move together as one, and to melt into each other. One of her hands went into my shirt, running into my hairy chest… while the other was busy on something between my legs. It didn’t take more than a few minutes to hear an unzipping sound and now she had the full control in her soft palm. It grew further with the touch of her fingers, wrapped tightly around. Squeezing her bosom, with the hand slipped into her top, my other hand was under her skirt, pulling down things under it. With a sigh, she sat down on me, slowly and gently, becoming one. We made a connection, a tight and deep one. Her hips started to dance on my lap, moving all around, to the sides, and up and down. Every time her soft bum pressed against my thighs, we were going deeper and deeper, into the well of passion. The two bodies started shivering, breathless moments, and we were nearing an explosion of passion, in the depth. It felt like a ride on an Arabian horse, a little bumpy, but every bump made it more and more exciting. Heavier breaths, faster movements, and a few moments later… she crashed on my chest. Lips met again, and the long kiss good bye was very special.