A Little Time On My Hands

Last night my plans changed and I found myself with an evening at home. At first this was disappointing, but I easily found something to do.

I watched boring, re-run TV for a little while (Please, writers and studios, figure this out! I cannot watch another Numbers re-run!). But, I was restless. I sat down with my laptop and wandered over to some blogs that can usually stir something in me. After a while, I wandered into my bedroom and took off my clothes. I don't generally become completely naked, but last night I wanted the feel of the sheets along my body.

My mind ran through a few of the fantasies that provide me with excitement. The movies in my head in which I am the star. I landed here, at this iteration (there are a few different versions) of the one I come back to, over and over.

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I'm in a therapists office. I've come to him because I feel that I masturbate too much. He specializes in sex therapy for women and after a few visits of discussing why I think masturbating at least once every day is too much, he's moved our sessions into more intimate territory. He asks me if I would share a fantasy with him. A masturbation fantasy. Something I use in my head to excite myself.

I'm nervous about telling him, but I also realize I'm excited about it. I begin to tell him a rather tame one I've had where I'm "hired" by a couple who want to watch me masturbate. I tell him how I'm sitting in a chair with my legs spread and up on the arms, touching myself, as they sit on the couch opposite me and watch. I tell him how the man begins to get an erection and I can see it rising up through his robe.

The therapist interrupts me and I realize that I've closed my eyes. He asks me how I'm feeling telling him this. I tell him it's easier with my eyes closed. He wonders if I'm getting excited by relating this to him, and I tell him yes. He asks if that's what I like, being watched. I tell him yes. He asks me to continue.

I proceed on, telling him the details of this couple watching me. How the man eventually removes his robe and begins to stroke his...I stumble a bit. What do I call it? In front of my therapist? Do I say cock? Penis? I simply say erection and my therapist stops me again, noticing my uncertainty.

"What do you call it in your head?"

"Cock" I say.

"Well, unless you're too shy, you should say now what you say in your head."

Okay. I back track and say that the man removes his robe and begins to stroke his cock. I say that while he is watching me masturbate, I am watching him. His wife watches us both and we're all very excited. The therapist stops me again.

"Does this excite you? To watch a man stroke himself?"

Pause.

"Yes."

After a minute of silence, I continue on with my fantasy. My eyes are still closed, except for the times he interrupts me, when I open them and look at him. I'm somewhat embarrassed when I look at him, but not as embarrassed as I thought I would be. And I'm becoming more and more excited. I wonder how much I can continue without having to touch myself. In front of my therapist. But, even thinking that makes me ashamed.

I've been talking all this while, telling him the details of my fantasy, until he stops me again. Again, he checks in on how I'm feeling. He doesn't prompt me, so I just say I'm feeling excited. I say very excited.

"Would you like to masturbate now?"

My eyes fly open and I look right at him. My heart begins to pound and I find I'm a little scared. But also the idea of it is overwhelming. I almost spread my legs on impulse.

"You mean, right now? Here? In front of you?"

"Yes."

That's all he says. Yes. He leaves the rest to me. He looks so passive. Not the predator you would think of a man asking a woman if she wants to expose herself to him. He looks passive and almost clinical. He says nothing as my mind races and I bounce back and forth between all the emotions this brings to me. Fear, excitement, embarrassment, embarrassment at wanting to do it, desire for exposure.

"Okay" I say.

For a moment, we both just sit there. I don't quite know what to do and he seems to be patient to let me figure it out. I take a deep breath and begin to raise my skirt up to my hips. Underneath I have on only panties. I raise my skirt and slowly spread my legs. I am looking down at what I'm doing because I cannot yet look at him. I see that there's a wet spot on my panties and I'm embarrassed by this. I pause and try to decide if I'm going to actually take them off. And then I have a moment of surrender. To myself. To my desire. I want to do this, so I'm going to do it, dammit. I slide them down and off my legs and spread my legs apart.

Feeling the cool of his leather couch on my ass adds to the clinical feel of this whole endeavor. And I like that. This is for evaluative purposes. He wants to watch me so that he can determine something about me. So that he can truly help me.

He's been quiet throughout this, but then says,

"Are you okay?"

"Yes", I say. Looking up for the first time at him. He looks the same as he did the last time I looked at him. Passive. Comfortable in his chair. Looking me in the eye.

"Before we proceed, I want to tell you that I will, and am, going to become excited watching you. It's inevitable. I'm human and this excites me. Will that make you uncomfortable?"

"No", I say quickly. Because it won't, in fact, I quite like the idea. He knows this because of what I admitted from my fantasy a moment ago. I wonder if he wants, in this way, to make my fantasy a reality.

"I may need to" he pauses "attend to myself. I may need to stroke myself while watching you."

"Yes", I say somewhat breathlessly. I find as he's telling me this I've begun to spread my legs wider. He just nods and becomes quiet again. Slowly my hands make their way to my cunt and I begin to rub my clit. I am so wet at this point I'm sure I'm dripping onto his couch. I try to go slowly, I want to drag this out, I don't want to come on impact.

"So, you're masturbating and they're watching you" he prompts. Getting me back to my fantasy.

"Yes", but that is all I can say. My eyes are not closed. I am in this moment, not in my fantasy anymore. My eyes are open, my legs are spread, my cunt is dripping and exposed and I am looking right at him.

He sense this and just watches me. Our eyes are locked until, slowly, he lowers his eyes and watches my hands. I realize that is what I've wanted. I want him to watch me. I lower my left hand and spread my labia apart to expose my clit to my finger. An involuntary moan leaves my throat and I see him take a deep breath as he watches.

My eyes close for a minute as I become immersed in the pleasure and the excitement of this whole experience. I'm aware of him, but also need a moment to just feel myself. To feel my hands on myself. To feel how good it feels to be watched. By my therapist.

My reverie is broken by the sound of his zipper. I gasp a little as I realize what he's doing. I've not opened my eyes yet. I want to wait. After a moment I open them and see him sitting now rather upright in his chair with his erect cock in his hand. Slowly stroking up and down. And now I watch him. And we watch each other and the excitement and heat in the room is palpable.

Suddenly, as if overcome, he stands. His pants fall to the ground and he steps out of them. Slowly, still stroking his cock, he walks towards me.

"Can I be closer to you?"

"Yes...yes."

He comes so close he is almost touching the edge of the couch. His cock is close to me. I could almost lift up and pull it into my mouth. I am tempted to, but I resist. No, that's not for here.

I stop what I'm doing and quickly unbutton my blouse and remove it. I unhook my bra and remove it. I cup my breasts and squeeze my nipples.

"I want you to come on my tits."

He takes a quick step back and stops his motion.

"I don't know."

"Yes, I want that. Please."

I resume my attentions to my throbbing cunt and impulsively plunge one, then two, fingers into my hole. He sees this and begins again to stroke his cock. Now faster and in time to my motion. He steps forward again and we're so close. So synchronized. Our motions and emotions in tune to this moment of sharing our pleasure.

Stepping forward even more, I know he is going to come. I sit up straight and push my tits forward for him.

"Please."

With a wild moan at the back of his throat he pushes his hips forward and directs his stream of come onto my chest. Spurting over and over, groaning with release, I am overwhelmed and come with a loud cry.

"Oh, yes."

Time stands still for that moment and there's nothing in the room but our breathing and the smell of our sex.

Then he steps back and turning towards his chair begins to put himself to rights and dress. I grab the tissues and clean myself off and also begin to dress. When we're both somewhat together he sits back down and we sit in the silence. It's not uncomfortable.

"We've shared something that I think will benefit our work together greatly." he says quietly.

I smile and nod. Slowly I gather my things and stand. He stands as well and we both head towards the door. Putting his hand on my shoulder he leans in and softly kisses my cheek.

"You can call me if you need to." he says.

I nod acknowledgement.

"Otherwise, I'll see you next week."

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Party Reprised

They were there. My lovely, young couple that I played with at the last party. We were all glad to see each other and ended up spending much of the evening together, and not just on our backs, as it were. We chatted and danced a bit and enjoyed each others company.

Until a spot became available and he grabbed it. It was very crowded in the back of the room, every square foot of vertical space was taken for most of the night. We had been hovering some, waiting fairly patiently. Once we moved into our space she leaned in and kissed me for all she was worth. She'd been waiting for that, I think. Laying me back and attacking my pussy as if it was something she'd been anticipating with glee. And he was behind her. Watching. Fucking her. She didn't for a moment become distracted by his ministrations from those she was plying on me. A testament to her desire. She lapped and sucked and fucked me with the glee of a child with a new toy.

Then he was next to me. His hands somewhat roughly pulling my lace bra down and exposing my nipples. He pinched and squeezed and pulled them like a man who knew how I wanted it. He seemed to and I wondered how. Transparent, I am. I looked up at him as he reached into his briefs and pulled out his cock. I grabbed it and began to stroke him. I licked my hand to supply lubrication making my hand a tunnel into which his cock entered. I so wanted him in my mouth, but the angle wasn't right. So, instead, he forcefully pushed his finger into my mouth. Wordlessly commanding me to suck. It was at that moment she pushed her fingers in just right and pressed her tongue with the perfect pressure on my clit. My back arched and I moaned my climax aloud.

To the left of us a few people were watching and I heard a man say, "They're hot!". Perfect words for an exhibitionist to hear.

Note: I haven't forgotten the tag, LG. I'll get to it.

A New Appreciation for Cunnilingus

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Hallelujah!

All I have to say is this - last night and this morning, I was fucked four glorious, cunt filled, orgasm producing times.

I used to think older men (meaning men my age) had performance issues. Now I think that's an urban myth. Well, maybe not a myth. Because I have had that experience. But not last night. Oh, no. Definitely not.

I'm going to toddle off to bed now for a morning nap so I can function sometime today. Sweet dreams, indeed.

Check-up

I've never had doctor fantasies, and yet lately I've had one that I have no idea where it came from. Thin air. I have had a long standing therapist fantasy, but this is very different. It strikes me as a little funny, in a way. It seems so cliche. But, what are our fantasies but enhancements of reality?

Actually, I've had very few male doctors. Huh - maybe this is why.

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So, I'm at the doctors. The gynecologist, of course. I'm told to undress completely, by the nurse, and to lay on the table with my feet in the stirrups. The nurse, by the way, is a woman. Is she in what I would call a nurses porno outfit? Short skirt, too tight top with cleavage spilling out all over. As a matter of fact, she is.

In walks the doctor. He's rather handsome, in his 40's or 50's, very professional in his manner. Almost perfunctory. He stands between my legs and gets right to work. He begins by examining my labia, touching my lips, pulling them apart, making sure everything's okay.

His manner is very routine, he's doing his job, but his hands tell something else. The way he touches me is very sexual. Obviously trying to arouse me. He tells me he's going to do an internal exam. He begins by inserting a finger into my cunt. Though he says, "I'm going to begin with a finger in your vagina." He does this and, again, his actions are far from what could be considered a standard examination. He slowly pushes his finger in and out of me, then he pushes another finger in and is finger fucking me in earnest. Still, he is speaking professionally, as if what he's doing is not sexual at all.

"Yes," he says, "you seem to have a normal physical response to my actions. You're producing quite a bit of lubrication and you're clearly aroused. Very good."

I'm trying hard not to writhe on the table or cry out from the pleasure, but it becomes increasingly more difficult as he continues to push his fingers into my cunt.

He calls the nurse forward from where she's been standing at my side.

"Would you pull her labia apart and stimulate her clitoris, please? We need to see if her reactions there are appropriate."

I gasp as she spreads my lips and begins to rub my clit. I am overwhelmed by them both. At this point I AM writhing on the table. My hips are bucking up towards his fingers, trying to make them go deeper even still. My hands are gripping the sides of the table and my cries are increasingly louder.

"It's becoming difficult to carry on with the exam this way. Nurse, would you restrain her, please. You understand, my dear, we can't accurately measure your responses if you are moving all over the place."

The nurse grabs my arms and pulls them to the side of my head where there are leather restraints built into the table. After buckling my hands, she takes my legs and moves them down so that now my thighs are in the stirrups and she proceeds to strap them down with similar restraints. Last, she pulls across a leather belt and ties me in at the waist. I cannot move.

"Good. I'm going to examine your rectum now," he says.

I am, at this point, so overwhelmed by what has been happening, I almost can't react to this statement. I simply gasp.

The doctor puts his hand out towards the nurse, who pours some lubricant onto his fingers. He gently rubs some of the lube onto my ass and slowly pushes his index finger into me.

"If you breathe, it will be less uncomfortable," he says.

With his left hand resting on my belly, he proceeds to gently and slowly, push his finger in and out of my ass. My moaning is now low and guttural. I feel as if I'm being pushed to the edge of what is allowably pleasurable.

"Yes, good," the doctor says. And now his voice is lower. I can tell he is aroused, as he watches what he is doing to me. Clearly excited by both his own actions and my response. He pushes in another finger and picks up the pace.

"Yes, nurse, I believe you should resume your attention to the clitoris."

And with that, she spreads me apart and begins to rub my clit in time with the doctors rhythm. It is so sensual, and so decadent, it feels as if we're all moving in the same time.

"This is my favorite part of the exam," says the doctor. And I look down and realize he's pulled his very erect cock out of his pants and, with his other hand, is stroking it.

"Nurse?"

She knows, apparently, what is to come next. She moves away from me and pulls a condom from a drawer. She opens the package and slides it over his cock. I want to beg for it, beg for his cock in me, but I don't. I'm ashamed enough as it is that this exam has become so depraved. Ashamed at being restrained and, essentially, molested by my doctor and his nurse. Ashamed at how much I want it and want it to continue.

"The best way, really the only way, to accurately grade your response is if I put my penis in your rectum." As he says this, the nurse is stroking his cock with lube.

He puts the head of his cock at my ass and pushes. Not hard, but not easy either. He pushes it in and I cry out with the pain and the pleasure of it. Both he and the nurse watch as his cock moves in and out of my ass. I am, practically, screaming.

"Good, yes, good. Good reaction. Nurse..."

She again begins her ministrations to my clit and I feel myself so close, so close to orgasm, and he senses this.

"Yes, this is what I want to see. If you can come from my penis in your rectum. Are you sensitive enough? Is it good enough?"

Faster and faster, he fucks me until I'm there, at the edge and I explode into a thousand magnificent contractions over and over and he doesn't stop. And then he comes with a growl and a satisfied moan.

He pulls his softening cock out of me and the nurse begins to undo the restraints. She puts a soft, white towel over the lower half of my body and says she'll be back in a moment with some soap and warm water.

As the doctor removes his gloves and washes his hands at the sink, he says, "I think I can say with all confidence that you are healthy in all aspects. I don't think we need to do any further tests of your responses. We'll see you next year."

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Maybe I should reconsider and find myself a male doctor.

Supply and Demand

It began on craigslist, as so many of these things do. His post was unusual, but she couldn't resist.

Big Labia Are My Biggest Turn-On

His post went on to describe, in dripping detail, an experience he’d had some time before with a woman at a wedding (not the bride, mind you). They hooked up casually and, after working themselves into a heated fervor, all clothes discarded, he saw the new objects of his desire.

...she sits up and straddles me. That’s when I notice. She was trimmed. Nicely. And from the front, the hood of her clit was visible, with the tip of it just poking out. Just below it are two dangling lips. They’re dark. Uneven. And they stick out from the rest of her pussy by about a half inch. She’s positioned so that each lip is on either side of my cock, and the head of it is right against her clit.

From then on he was hooked. With each woman he got together with, either casually or in longer relationships, he would hope that they would provide him with that which he longed to pull into his mouth. But no-one was as well endowed as his first.

Not being able to contain his need, he finally decided to be straightforward about his search. And, anonymous.

When she stumbled upon this ad, on a rainy, horny day, she knew she had to respond.

Over the next few days they wrote each other, learning details of their lives, beyond anatomical proportions. Yet, it was seething below the surface of each word.

They finally met for a drink. Their eyes locked and they knew that they couldn't wait long to satiate their desire for each other. They drank quickly and immediately moved to her apartment.

Not wasting a moment, they were on each other upon walking in the door. He pulled her shirt up over her head, she unbuckled his belt, anxious to see in the flesh what she could feel in his pants to be something satisfying. Moving towards the bed, lips locked in a tongue twirling, feverish kiss, they were down to their underwear by the time they fell together onto the duvet. And he couldn't wait any longer. Pushing her so that her head was at the top of the bed, he pulled her panties down. With no ceremony, he climbed between her legs and, pulling her thighs apart, gazed at a sight he had waited so long to see.

He slowed his movements so as to savor this moment. He wanted to reveal all the detail and take his time examining his prize. His thumbs moved one to each side of her lips. He didn't pull them apart, but just rested there, feeling gently the swelling of her pussy. He moved his thumbs and forefingers down to her large, dark, moist lips and, with something akin to tenderness, took each one between his fingers and just felt them. Held them, pinched them ever so slightly.

She remained still. As still as she could given the enormous anticipation she felt. He was examining her, looking at her in detail, taking in the contours and proportions of her pussy. She could feel her mounting excitement, knowing she was swelling and becoming more and more wet. She knew it was dripping out of her.

He could see it, almost a small bead of juice, drip from her ever increasingly wet cunt. Not quite as gently, he began to pull the lips apart, and look into her. After a moment he pulled them back together and, moving forward ever so slightly, pulled the flesh between his lips and into his mouth and began to suck. They moaned in unison. Completely connected by the eroticism of the moment. He sucked and swirled his tongue around them and through the middle of them and then back around them. He felt a completeness, a satisfaction, he didn't know was possible.

And his cock was like steel. Never, since that first time, was he so excited. As he sucked on his new found loves, he began to dart his tongue in and out of her. Then, more insistently, began to push his tongue deep inside her. Her hips moved up and forward to meet him and force his tongue deeper inside.

With her legs up practically behind her own head, he pushed and sucked and pushed and sucked until, like a volcano, she erupted, quaking and moaning and dripping her juice into his mouth and down his chin.

After, when her legs were down on the bed, he remained between them with his head resting on her thigh, just gazing and touching her soft, now completely drenched, dark labia. He gazed at her lips the way another man might gaze into a woman’s eyes. And stroked his cock.

He had found a new love and she wondered if she would ever see his face again.

Move Away From the Toes

I've always had an aversion to having my toes sucked. Or licked. Or kissed. Or anywhere near the mouth of another. It's always struck me as, well, just gross.

In the summer I live in flip-flops and walk NYC streets. You do the math.

Rub my feet till they fall off, just keep your mouth to yourself.

He had asked me on the phone if I liked to have my toes licked and I said no. We talked about it for a bit anyway, and I still said no. But, this gave me a clue as to a) the turn on it was for him and b) his degree of persistence.

I was on another planet. I was on the planet of pleasure. My fingers were moving at the pace and with the pressure that only I can provide. My legs were on either side of him, the right near his head, the left lying across his chest, as he watched me, closely, massage my clit, then pull my lips apart for direct contact. I heard his moan of approval as the view became more revealing.

Meanwhile...I knew, vaguely, that he was rubbing the foot nearest to his head. I was somewhat conscious of his kissing the top of my foot, then pushing it into a flex position and kissing the bottom. But, I was stunningly aware when he pushed his tongue, gently, underneath my toes. Did he think I wouldn't notice his warm tongue on the bottom of my feet? I pulled my foot away with an "uh-uh", but he gently pulled it back towards him and continued to kiss the bottom and my toes. Occasionally darting a tongue in between two of them. I was so thoroughly excited from masturbating and his watching me that I knew I couldn't stop what was going to be inevitable, so I let go.

He sensed my surrender and began with diligence to push his tongue in between my toes. He pulled one, then another, of my small digits into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Sucking them into his mouth, so hot and wet. And I got more excited. I liked it.

When he pulled my big toe into his mouth with a groan of satisfaction and began to suck it like a small cock, I rose to the top. The feeling of his mouth on any part of my body was sublime. But, this was taboo. Maybe, even, the most taboo.

I've had a tongue in every orifice, I've had a cock rubbed over my face, I've had a finger or a toy or a cock in every hole, but I've never had my toes sucked on. He was smart (and sneaky?) to realize that I would only "allow" this if I was otherwise distracted. If I could pair what I thought was awful and unhygienic with pleasure that I couldn't stop. I'm not sure if he timed it to be so close to my orgasm that I wouldn't be able to protest too much, but if he did, the man is a sexual genius. And I liked it.

As his tongue invaded the space between my big toe and the second one, I became wetter and more excited. And closer to the edge. He sucked harder and my fingers became more focused on the goal. At the end, just before I came, his mouth moved away from my foot so that he could encourage me, entice me there, with his dirty words. And I felt, for a second, the loss. The absence of heat at my foot. But the storm overtook me and my naked toes became forgotten.

But not gone.

"You sucked on my toes!"

"Uh-huh", he replied with definite self-satisfaction.

"I liked it!", I said with incredulity.

"Hmmmm, yes, you seemed to", he said, again with a hint of amusement.

I liked it.

First Date

“Is that what you like? Spanking?”

“Yes”, she whispered across the table.

He leaned in closer.

“Do you like a hard spanking? Swats that leave a nice, red bottom?”

“Yes”, she whispered again. Her heart was beating fast and loud and she could feel the moisture gathering in her panties. She had been looking down at the table, trying to focus on the salt and pepper shakers. But now, she looked up and found his eyes on her. When their eyes met a little smile, a devious smile, crossed his face.

“Shall I pull you across my lap when I administer this punishment?”

She nodded.

“Hmmm…That pretty skirt you’re wearing up around your hips, your panties dangling from one ankle.” He paused for a moment, seeming to be in deep thought. “I love the sound of my hand meeting a bare bottom. That slap rings in my ears sometimes when I least expect it.”

She could tell he was becoming aroused. With a deep breath he awoke from his reverie and leaned back in his chair.

“Can I ask you to do something for me? I realize we’ve just met and don’t know each other, but I feel comfortable with you and I hope you feel the same.” He paused here for a response and she nodded her head. Still unable to verbalize what was happening inside her.

He leaned in again, slowly.

“Would you spread your legs for me? Here, under the table. That’s all, just spread your legs. I’m not going to touch you under the table or ask you to do anything else. I just want to know you’re exposed to me.”

With that and a gasp, a fresh gush of fluid poured out of her clenching cunt. She paused for a moment thinking, this is a little crazy. I don’t know this guy from go. But this is so fucking hot. I have to do this. It’s not going to hurt anything. I even still have my panties on. Curious he didn’t ask me to remove them. Maybe that’s a turn on for him. This is a total turn on for me. God…

So under the table, with slow intention, she spread her legs apart, almost as far as they could comfortably go. This pulled her short skirt up her thighs, leaving her clad sex exposed. Just this simple gesture produced a thrill in her that translated immediately into a throb between her legs. He obviously could tell she had done it, maybe by her motion or maybe by the look on her face. Her lids became heavy, her mouth formed into a small o and she pulled in a breath, almost unnoticeable. He smiled and they quietly sat staring at each other with the knowledge that they were both extremely turned on. She could tell she was pleasing him, that he was satisfied with the result of his request and with her willingness to comply. This only added to her increasing excitement.

And then the waiter arrived with dessert and coffee. She looked up at him to see if he could sense anything, could tell something was going on. His obvious indifference to, what seemed to her, the palpable sexual tension at the table, relieved her. She was grateful they were sitting at a booth with a table cloth.

They drank their coffees and ate dessert, a piece of chocolate cake they had decided to share and made chit-chat. He talked about his work, she listened and responded with questions. He asked her about her work, her colleagues, projects. All the while the both of them distracted by the knowledge that her legs were still spread apart.

He watched as each piece of cake entered her mouth as if he was studying her technique. Committing to memory the way her lips closed around the fork. Even this, just the way he watched her eat, added to the growing intensity of her excitement. She began to wonder if she could orgasm just sitting there. She so longed to touch herself, it was close to unbearable.

There was a lull in the conversation and before she even knew what she was saying she quietly blurted out, “I’d like to touch myself.” They both knew this was a request. She was asking permission to masturbate right here in this restaurant.

His eyebrows flew up in surprise and he chuckled. “Would you?”, he said with somewhat sardonic amusement. “Right here in this restaurant? You’re that excited by simply spreading your legs for me?”

“Yes, I am.”, she said with a blush, embarrassed at what felt like an admission of being ‘easy’.

“I’m almost inclined to say no. To make you wait. But just the idea that you would take the risk is very exciting. Yes, please, go ahead.”

Before he had even finished the sentence her hand was off the table and between her legs. She slipped two fingers underneath her panties and pulled in a breath at both the feeling of pressure on her clit and amazement at how wet she was. Quietly, she began to rub, making slow circles on her very hard nub. He watched her face and the pleasure that crossed it as her fingers began their work.

“You’re very wet, aren’t you?”

“Yes, very. Very.”

“Will you do as I tell you?”

She nodded, grateful for his guidance and participation.

“You’re rubbing your clit now, yes?”

Again, another nod. Her eyes were beginning to close with the pleasure and her breathing was quickening.

“Open your eyes”, he said sternly. “Look at me, eyes on me.”

“Slip a finger inside your cunt. Just one. Good. Pull it out and push it in again quickly. Fuck yourself for me.”

After a brief moment, “Now another finger. Two fingers in your cunt, for me.”

She plunged her fingers in and out, going as deep as she could reach and as fast as she could without being obvious in her movements or noisy. She knew she was on the edge of moaning and had to consciously prevent this which distracted her from her task, but also made her aware of the ‘danger’ of being caught.

He watched as a flush rose up her cheeks, her mouth slack and moist and her breath almost giving her away.

“Rub your clit, now. Imagine it’s my tongue,” he said, licking his lips obviously for a long moment so that she could see the tip.

“I’d like to crawl under this table, put my hands on your thighs and press my mouth hard up against your sopping wet pussy. Licking up all around your lips and your clit before plunging my long tongue into you. Deep into you, darting my tongue in and out before pulling out and focusing my attention on your clit. Flicking it lightly, then applying more pressure, just enough pressure to create the storm. Not faster, just a steady, quick rhythm and pressure, just as you’re doing now with your finger. So close, you are so close now…”

“Yes, yes”, she whispered, so close. Almost at the edge, then at the edge, the brink, the precipice that lasts for longer than a second before falling over into the whirlpool of throbbing, dripping ecstasy.

She let out a cry, louder than she wanted, but only the one, then released the rest of this blinding orgasm in only breath and a few small moans from her throat.

“Good, good”, he cooed at her. Pleased and encouraging. “So beautiful.”

As the sweet spasms slowed and her awareness of where she was returned she began, with some difficulty, to compose herself, pulling her right hand up to the table and smoothing her skirt down with the left. She hoped there wasn’t too much of a puddle on the seat or mark on the back of her skirt.

He reached over and took her hand into his two hands, wanting to feel the wetness from her cunt, wanting to smell her and know her scent. He pulled her hand up to his face and after a deep breath, taking in her aroma, he kissed her fingers, unobtrusively flicking his tongue to get a taste of her juice. Knowing his own release was not far away, standing up from this table would not be easily achieved.

In silence they smiled at one another, feeling connected to each other in their shared secret. She wondered if maybe this was the start of something. Obviously, they were on a very similar page.

And then the waiter came to the table. She thought, oh my God, he MUST smell that! This table reeks of sex! But, without any sign of recognition or shock, he blithely asked if they wanted anything else and left the check.

They looked at one another and burst out laughing. If they had pulled this off in public…

Yes, this was the beginning of something good.

This Orgasm

Kiss me. Push your tongue into my mouth with persistence and intention. Force me to suck it into the back of my throat. Your long, thick, warm tongue filling up my mouth as your cock fills up my cunt. Push in, hard, to the back, as far as you can go, tongue and cock, filling me up. Then a finger, then two, moist with my own fluid, push gently, insistently, into my ass. I’m so full of you I could burst. I will burst, I’ll explode with the pleasure of you in every orifice. Make me take you in like liquid moving to any open space. Every push of every part of you entering me moves in time, as one, as if you’re an octopus and all your tentacles are moving gracefully through the water into the hollow of my open, wanting, moaning self. Push me to the edge. Feel my breath and the urgency of the thrust of my hips onto your cock and know that I’m so close to this orgasm. Your rhythm becomes steady, methodical. Not faster, just even. Push, push, your fingers a bit further, and then a flash, and a throb from what feels like the bottom of my soul and the crash of ecstasy seeps through every pore. My eyes open to see you watch, ride the wave that is me, undulating beneath you. Greedy, I pull in my breath to make it last just a moment longer.