Friday Flashback – Signs

I seem to be on a bit of a Succubi bent this week.

The signs were there. Right from the moment she opened the door. The way his voice quavered when he greeted her, the awkward way he walked as he followed her down to her chamber. She knew that this would be fun. Once inside she turned and stood in front of the bed facing him. Looking straight into his eyes she shrugged off her robe letting him see her nakedness. Without speaking she observed the way his Adam’s apple bobbed and the bulge in his jeans. Without breaking eye contact she sat on the edge of the bed with her knees spread wide apart. With one finger she traced the outline of her lips slowly and dipped her finger into herself before lifting it to her mouth to lick it clean.

His eyes opened wide and he shuffled uneasily on his feet,

“Perhaps you should show me what you have,” her voice broke the silence making him jump slightly. He looked confused for a moment before he realised what she meant. His hands shook as he fumbled with his belt and unzipped himself. She could see his cock straining against his boxers as he pushed his jeans down his legs. His boxers joined his jeans in an untidy pile on the floor and he stood in front of her with his cock jutting out in front of him.

Her red lips arched into a sly smile as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. She loved this moment, when she touched them for the first time, feeling the hardness, the pent up energy, the ache for release combined with the terror that they will make a fool of themselves. This was why she chose these boys, something about their awkwardness and inability to control themselves properly turned her on more than the most skilled love makers.  His eyes closed and his ragged breathing seemed loud in her ears as she moved her hand up and down his shaft. A bead of pre cum formed at the head of his cock. She could feel his thoughts whirring desperately trying to hold back the surge.  A note of panic pushed its way through the energy she was picking up from him. Watching his face she leaned forward and touched the tip of his cock with her tongue, licking away the bead of moisture.

He whimpered in desperation, but she was relentless, she ached to prove her power over him. The excitement of knowing that he was so close to crashing uncontrollably over the edge pushed her almost to the edge herself. Something about the look in his eyes softened her a little.  

“Please,” his voice cracked like a teenager. 

For a moment she considered saving him some of the humiliation that was about to follow but her own desire was too strong. She slid her lips over his shaft. He groaned in desperation as her tongue slipped over his head. She could feel his tension as he desperately fought for control of his body. Her pussy clenched quivering as it waited for the heat of his explosion. She kept her head tilted watching him as his cock slid over her tongue and touched the back of her mouth. The first pulse came as her lips touched the top of his balls. His eyes opened wide in surprise as she wrapped her arm around his ass, stopping him from pulling away in shame. He groaned as his body spasmed uncontrollably and the second salty jet filled her mouth. Wetness streamed out of her as she felt her own shuddering climax in response. His cock muffled her own grunt of pleasure as he pulsed and quivered inside her. 

“I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry,” he repeated over and over like a mantra as the waves of pleasure died away. Only when she felt him start to soften did she release him, letting his cock slide over her lips to hang limply in front of her. Awkwardly he bent to pick up his clothes.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that but you were so sexy and then you sucked me….”

 His voice trailed away as he stood in front of her holding his clothes over his member, hiding it from her gaze.

Her smile was enigmatic, one moment she looked like a kind, older sister, forgiving her brother for stealing her candy, the next she was like a cat, willing the bird to come just a little closer so she could pounce on it. He stood rooted to the spot, desperately wanting to flee and hide in shame but unable to move. Slowly she reached over and picked up a phallic piece of glass from the bedside table and passed it to him. She lay back on the bed with her legs spread open,

“Put down those clothes, come kneel here and show me what you know about women’s vaginas.”

It wasn’t a request.

Awkwardly he knelt beside her holding the glass wand in his hand.

“I want you to touch my outer lips with the wand,” she commanded.

Awkwardly he reached down and stroked her tentatively with the smooth, cool glass. She shivered at the faintness of the touch, aching for more.

“Have you ever tasted a real woman?”

“No,” He still hid his face from her, embarrassed and afraid of not measuring up.

“Bend down and suck just that one little lip,” she instructed. “Don’t get carried away and try anything else just the lips,” she warned as he bent awkwardly.

The feel of his mouth on her was electric. His first touches were tentative like butterfly wings, she bucked her hips against his face, titillated by their fluttering touch. Eventually he became braver and sucked her labia into his mouth. Wetness streamed out of her as she moaned in pleasure.

“Now show me where you think my clit is,” she gasped. He sat back and touched the swollen hard node with the cold glass wand. She gasped at the change in sensation. He jumped back a little startled. She noted that his cock was already starting to stir and unable to stop herself she reached between her legs and stroked herself before spreading her lips wide, expertly displaying her hard node for him. She noticed his cock hardening again. Soon he would be ready to mount her so that she could pull his climax from him again. She shivered a little in anticipation. It was always better when they spurted uncontrollably inside her. Her clit throbbed feeling a little naked and exposed away from its protective hood.

“Suck me!” she commanded.

He didn’t hesitate, kneeling between her legs before taking her node against his lips with the same tentative licks and sucks as before. Her hand reached down to cradle the back of his head for a few moments before she pushed herself against his mouth encouraging his tongue to touch her firmly.

“Ahhhh!” she screamed as the orgasm ripped through her. A jet of liquid spurted over his face and he pulled away, surprised.

She smiled at him, warm from her orgasm but still hungry for more,

“Now we are even,”

He smiled disbelievingly touching his face. Not sure what to make of the juice coating his chin and mouth.

She arched her body towards him, “I want you to fuck me with that big hard cock,” She wriggled a little in anticipation as he lowered his body over hers. His cock pressed against her opening for a moment before it suddenly slid inside her. His eyes opened wide as she clenched around him. His ragged breathing was loud in her ears. The signs were there again, she knew he wouldn’t last long but she didn’t care. She was confident in her ability to arouse him over and over again so that she would be able to pull orgasm after orgasm out of him all night until he was spent and drained in the morning. The thought tipped her over the edge again.

Shut Up and Drive

A friend of mine celebrated her birthday this week. As I composed her birthday post on Facebook I included a picture of Jensen Eckles (aka Dean Winchester) because she is slightly obsessed. As I read the Wicked Wednesday prompt for this week an idea geminated. It took a little bit of water and coaxing to get the story out and if the truth be told I am still nurturing it a little but here is the first part.

Because the 1967 Chevy Impala was not just a car it was the most important object in the whole universe.Chuck Shurley – Supernatural, Episode 22

“Nice car,” the girl in the drive thru smiled perfect white teeth. As she leaned forward Jensen got a good look at a pair of perky breasts nestling inside the fast food uniform. Her fingers brushed his hand as she handed him the bag.

Jensen grinned letting his gaze rest on those perfect globes pushing out nicely against the mustard shirt, “Ohh she isn’t just a car,” He patted the dashboard. “She is the only woman who has never cheated on me.”

The girl grinned, “I’d love to get to know her better,” 

There was a horn blast from the car behind them. The door to the cashier’s cubicle opened to admit a frowning manager. Jensen took one last look at the glistening red lips and the perfectly smooth cleavage before he slid his baby into gear, “Looks like we will have to take a rain check.” 

As he drove away Jensen glanced into the rear view mirror. The manager was doing his best to berate his employee but those lips and that cleavage were working their magic. Jensen grinned to himself as he shifted gear and gave the car some gas. She purred in response.

“Baby you are the only one for me,” Jensen stroked the gear shift lovingly as the lights of the hotel came into view. The smell of the burgers filled his nostrils and made his stomach rumble. With one thing in mind he parked outside their room and grabbed the food and the beers. As he opened the door she was there, leaning on the bonnet of his car. Dark hair tumbled down over her shoulders, perfect round breasts straining at the opening of the awful mustard uniform. Jensen frowned in confusion. 

“Where did you come from?” 

She grinned, red lips parting to reveal perfect teeth, “Well when a mummy and daddy love each other very much…” 

The door of the hotel room opened and Jensen’s brother appeared in the doorway, “Where have you been? I am starving.” He stepped towards Jensen and the woman and snatched the bag of food from his brother’s hand. 

The woman raised an eyebrow, “Looks like you better go eat or you may miss out,” 

Jensen was torn; food, or this delectable woman.

As if she read his thoughts the woman lifted herself from the bonnet of his car and took a step towards him. She smelled of cherry lip gloss and some floral perfume. Jensen felt his heart race and his cock stir.  “Go eat,” her face was so close he could almost feel her lips. “We will see each other again soon.” 

And then she was gone. Like a dream. He wondered if he had imagined the whole thing. 

Three days later Jensen found himself driving down an alley near the hotel he was staying at. On the sidewalk he saw a girl walking by herself. Dark hair tumbled down her back, stopping at the waistband of a skirt that some people would call too short. What was she doing walking here? Jensen slowed as he drove past and then he recognised her.

“Hey,” he pulled the car over to the side to drive slowly beside her. 

She turned and those red lips pulled into a slow smile, “Hey there,” she stopped walking and leaned into the window of the car. 

“You know it probably isn’t good for you to be waking down this kind of street alone in the dark.” He tried desperately to keep his eyes focussed on her face. 

She laughed, “Oh the gallant knight in the pretty car is going to save the poor little lady walking all alone at night,” Her fingers trailed along the open window. Jensen squirmed a little at her teasing

“Get in the car,” his voice was rougher than he meant

“OK then,” he was surprised at her response, “but you really need to drop the macho shit,” She opened the door and slid in beside him. Her scent tickled his nostrils and he fancied that he could feel the warmth of her body. 

“Where do you want to go?” He asked as he felt his cock stirring in his jeans. What was it about this woman?

“Wherever you take me,” she leaned over and slid her hand down over his jeans. Jensen squirmed. His cock hardened under her hand and he couldn’t stop himself from looking down her blouse. Her red lips fell open a little and there was a glint in her eye that spoke straight to his groin. With nimble fingers she opened his belt and set his cock free. “I do like a man that goes commando,” she purred as her hand wrapped around his shaft.

Jensen exhaled, slumping a little in his seat to give her better access. With a sly grin she leaned down, “Bench seats are so much more convenient don’t you think?” she grinned up at him as her hand continued to stroke his cock. A drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip of his cock. Without warning she slid her red lips down over his shaft. A groan escaped Jensen’s lips as he struggled to concentrate on his driving. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock and he felt himself tensing as his arousal grew. Almost before he could sense it the orgasm was upon him. With a huge effort of concentration he pulls the car over to the side of the road as she slid her lips to the base of his shaft to press her nose against his belly.

He tried to fight the pleasure building at the base of his cock. He wasn’t ready to cum but she was like a greedy child sucking his cock deep into her throat. His cock exploded into her mouth accompanied by a groan of pleasure. White hot jizz pulsed out of his cock sending pulses of pleasure through his whole body. It was better than any orgasm he had ever experienced. As the orgasm subsided she held his cock in her mouth drinking the last drops of his seed before letting his spent member slide out of her mouth. 

Jensen’s head lolled back over the seat as she sat up delicately wiping the side of her mouth. He felt as if he had just run a marathon, all of the energy seemed to have drained out of his body. He couldn’t even raise his head as he heard the squeak of the door opening and his mystery passenger disappeared down the dark alley. 

Just in case you need some more Chevy Impala and Dean Winchester Spam in your lives here is a great song that inspired the title

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Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 12

Time for another episode of Thirty Dirty Questions. If you are loving this then you can catch up on my other responses here. You can also check out some other participants over at Rebel’s Notes and Marriage Sex and More

Is there anything about sex that embarrasses you, causes shame or fear of makes you nervous?

I am a squirter. I have quite openly discussed this a few times in this blog. It is an ability that I had to work on to make happen. At the time when I started squirting it was a bit of a novelty. A lot of partners, including Mr. Jones enjoyed the sensation and obvious pleasure it gave me. Over time I became more ‘adept’ and have been known to produce liters of liquid during some sessions.

I am self-conscious about the mess it creates. Although most men like the IDEA I think the reality can be confronting. Also the reactions about getting my juice in their face while they are licking me are often mixed. For a while I didn’t advertise my ‘abilities’ with new partners because I felt that they would sometimes become fixated about it and that was the only thing they wanted. After a while I realised that while I was achieving what I wanted in that regard I was sometimes missing out on oral sex.

Once a man realised that licking me was probably going to get that result he would have one of two reactions. He would love it and try to drink me up. This reaction works well for me. I felt desired and got to enjoy an activity that gives me great pleasure. The second reaction was not so good. He would politely withdraw and oral sex on me would be stopped for the rest of our time together. I would get a hand job and a fucking. Not the desired outcome.

So I changed tack. I tell people now, if you don’t like me squirting in your face then I am not sure this is going to work. It hasn’t been successful. Men lie. If there is a chance they are going to get sex they will tell a woman whatever they think she wants to hear. They will say yes to an activity and then give it a cursory glance before moving on to the thing THEY want.

As a side note I am working on toning down the squirting thing. The amount of laundry it generates is ridiculous. Just as I trained myself to respond in this way I can train myself to respond in other ways. My recent experiences with The Second Mate has led me to start exploring toys and I am finding I respond a little differently to vibration. I like it. It is giving me more power over my orgasms and it is making me more confident in asking for / taking what I want.

Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 6

What are your thoughts on foreplay – favourite types, best experiences, wishes?

There was a time when foreplay was not something I was particularly worried about. The reason? I didn’t know anyone who was good at it. I am sorry to say Mr Jones did fall into that category. These days he has upped his game and he is on a cycle of continuous improvement.

I am a HUGE fan of oral sex. I LOVE to give head, and by most accounts I am pretty good at it. Although if I am not particularly interested or I feel I am not getting gratitude my game might suffer slightly. I also love to give oral to a woman. If the mood takes me. Satisfying a woman orally is more challenging sometimes but the rewards can be great.

When it comes to being on the receiving end I am picky. I have said many times the number of guys who think they are amazing at giving head is much higher than the number who actually are. I don’t know why, maybe it is me. I am a bit of a princess when it comes to my lady bits and if you go at them hammer and tongs you are going to be told to leave them alone. Additionally, good oral sex makes me squirt. It is easy to tell if a man doesn’t like the feeling of my juice in his face or the taste in his mouth. If a guy doesn’t like it then he will generally stop. This will make me feel like I am missing out because he is getting his cock sucked well and I feel like I have missed a large chunk of the pleasures available.  and I will be sad. So a pre-requisite is you have to like it. And there is nothing sexier than a man who cannot get enough. I once had a man grip my thighs and press his face against my cunt to gulp every drop like he was dying of thirst. It was one of the hottest things I had felt in a long while.

Other types of foreplay can be fun. I like kissing and a little bit of teasing. Stroking and playing with different sensations but often I get impatient and want to get to the main course. What can I say? I am a bit greedy.

My current wish is to be tied and teased. Possibly with a blindfold. Hopefully with more than one person present.

Cocktails and Man Candy

A sneaky autumn breeze wound it’s way around Richard’s ankles as he knocked on the door. He shivered but he wasn’t sure if it the chill was the weather or the butterflies in his stomach. The door opened and Louise stood in front of him. With his heart hammering in his chest Richard took in the way the soft fabric of her dress clung to her curves. Her nails were freshly manicured, French polish. Simple, the way she liked it. Her hair was clean and straightened hanging down over her shoulders but the thing that made his breath catch in his throat was her eyes, slate grey, drilling down into his soul. Without breaking eye contact, she reached up and buckled the collar around his neck. He had to force himself not to look around to see if any neighbours were watching. There was an awkward pause as he stood, collared, waiting for her to invite him in.

“You are not appropriately dressed,” she reminded him.

Richard’s heart hammered hard against his ribs. She had warned him that he would not enter her house clothed but he did not expect that she would make him strip on the doorstep where any passer-by could see him. He opened his mouth to ask if he could undress in her entry way. She raised her eyebrow ever so slightly and the question died in his throat. Slowly, looking her straight in the eye he removed his shirt, his shoes and socks, and finally, his trousers. The chill wind made his skin pucker with gooseflesh, but he could feel his cock hot and hard, straining against his underwear. A drip of pre-cum moistened his boxers. Her eyes flicked downwards, somehow his cock grew harder.

She stood aside and he stepped through the door, holding his clothing awkwardly. She pointed to a hamper sitting next to the door,

“You can leave your clothes in there,” Louise turned to make her way down the hallway.

Without speaking Richard placed his clothes carefully into the hamper.

“And your underwear,” she didn’t even look back as she gave the last command.

Quickly Richard pulled his underwear down over his butt and dropped them into the hamper. His cock stood out proudly in front of him as he scurried down the hallway after her. He caught up with her in front of a large wooden door. Her eyes flicked downwards. Automatically his hands covered his cock.

“Don’t do that,” she said firmly.

“Sorry,” he felt like a small child being chastised by his teacher. There was a moment’s silence.

“It will be OK,” her voice softened a little. “If you don’t want to do this you can halt any time,” she lifted his chin so that their eyes met again. It was the first time she had touched him that evening. His skin responded to the heat of her touch. Her eyes flickered with desire. Did she want him as much as he wanted her? He nodded,

“I am ready.” He straightened himself up with his hands by his sides.

“OK then,” she turned the handle of the door and pushed it open.

Inside her den two other expensively dressed women reclined on the ornate leather couch. Soft clinging dresses displayed their curves. Low necklines showed the swell of their breasts and sheer black stockings encased their legs. The women looked at him brazenly taking in every detail of his body. With the collar weighing around his neck, Richard forced himself to stand proudly. He didn’t want to disappoint his mistress.

“Ladies,” Louise purred, did Richard hear a note of pride? “This is Richard. He is at your disposal for the evening however please remember the rules. His safe word is kaleidoscope.” She turned and smiled at Richard. “Would you mind making us a drink? The ingredients for expresso martinis are all at the bar.”

“Certainly,” Richard made his way to the bar and busied himself with the drinks. He was glad of something mundane to do. The methodical process of measuring and mixing calmed his nerves. As he prepared the drinks, he took quick peeks at the two other women. They were a similar age to Louise, early forties, both had the same look of elegance and grooming that can only be bought with a significant amount of money and leisure time to burn.

One of the women caught him looking at them. Heat flushed Richard’s face as he quickly looked away. As he served their drinks she looked him straight in the eye as she spread her legs and casually lifted her skirt. The edge of the fabric revealed smooth skin above the top of her stockings and a freshly waxed mound. Taking her drink from him she ran her other hand over the smooth mound before sliding a finger down into her slit.

“Louise says you are very good at pleasing,” she said as she took a sip of her drink.

“Mistress is too kind,” Richard placed the empty tray on the coffee table and stood before her, waiting.

The woman stroked her finger up and down her pussy as she spread her legs wider, “I think I would like a demonstration of your skills.”

Obediently Richard knelt between her legs and touched the skin of her outer labia before leaning down and gently running his tongue over her outer lips. The woman sighed in pleasure and leaned back on the couch. Beside them Louise and her other friend continued their conversation as if nothing was out of place.

Richard’s tongue travelled over his new friend’s folds, tasting, sucking and probing. As he had been trained, he listened intently to her response tailoring his attention to her responses. Her hands curled into the back of his hair as he slipped a finger inside her opening and moved it slightly against her G-spot. Responding to the increasing moans and thrusting of her hips, Richard began to stoke her swollen clit harder and faster. Juice from her pussy coated his chin before her back arched off the couch as the orgasm gripped her.

The room was quiet as Richard sat back on his heels with his hands resting on her knees. After a few moments she sat up and regained her composure. Richard got to his feet and bent down to collect the empty cocktail glasses.

“Another round of drinks ladies?” he asked calmly.

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A Small Reminder

Something that struck me when I looked at this image was my wedding ring. Often I notice it in images taken when I am playing. I remember once a lover telling me that it was the sexiest thing I was wearing because it meant I belonged to another man and that man was allowing me to be with him. Ever since then I have always noticed my ring in images. It makes me think about the unconventional nature of my marriage and how fortunate I am that I found myself here.

In this image I am performing oral sex on Mr Jones because he indicated he would like me to give him a “road head job” while he was driving the yacht. Not one to deny him a fantasy I complied when the opportunity arose. He enjoyed it but not so much that he forgot to capture the moment!

Sinful Sunday

Toxic Masculinity

My friend Mike over at Marriage Sex and More often writes about his journey through changing his approach to his sex life. This journey has taken him from being a classic “blue pill” thinker to more of a “red pill” guy. The resulting change in attitude and confidence has resulted in a complete 180 degree turn around in many areas of his life in particular his marriage. As a woman I find his ideas a little confronting. As a wife I find myself nodding along. For men who are in marriages that are sexless and unsatisfactory what he has to say is invaluable. Confronting but invaluable.

Mike’s idea of “Blue pill” vs “Red pill” thinking is interesting. In his view “blue pill” thinking is taking on pressures placed on men, often by feminists, to be more sensitive and to suppress men’s tendencies to be strong, and in some ways dominating. A blue pill guy is married to the system, does every thing he can to meet his wife’s demands, all the while complaining that he never gets enough sex and that women are bitches. Mike’s reformation came about when he refused to be the sensitive new age guy type and became a “Red pill” thinker. Strong, happy with himself and more in control of his life. I have summarised here, you really need to read the way he explains it.

Blue Pill or Red Pill

As I read a recent post summarising the changes in his approach and his wife’s approach to oral sex many things resonated with me. I come across men every day in the world of the internet who are dealing with being sexually repressed in one way or another. All of them will complain at length about their wives not being on board with their sexual fantasies. All of them tell me that they are keen to be amazing in bed, that they love licking pussy, that they have endless stamina yada yada.

While I have not tested them all I have enough experience to tell you that

They

are

lying

to me, to their wives, to themselves.

When it comes to licking pussy most men are, well, pussies. They will do it for a short while as a means to get to the main course. Once they have ticked the box, they don’t go back. They don’t listen to subtle direction, they don’t assess how their partner is responding and they don’t give the impression that they are actually enjoying it. When it comes to the main course, again it is all about them hitting their goals. Stamina is relative. For some five minutes is a long time to have sex. And yes it can be a long time if you are fucking someone who is using you as a place to shove their dick.

It is a generalisation but many of the men I encounter who are using a poor sex life as an excuse for cheating have one thing in common. They do not take responsibility for their problem. They see themselves as a victim. Blue pill thinking. Everything in their life is someone else’s fault. Mostly their wife’s. This goes further to them thinking they are owed something. That the other women they are seeking are going to just fit with their fantasies, ideas and availability. In short, she is going to supply him with everything he wants that he is not getting now. Because, of course, if one woman is refusing to comply she is definitely the one with the problem.

A casual read of Mike’s posts might lead a man to think that paying scant attention to what his woman wants is all part of the Red Pill mentality. That to be a Red pill man all you have to do is focus on demanding what you want and it will come along. There is no such thing as a free lunch. Just demanding what you want in a loud voice is the kind of thing a two year old does. If his parent is doing their job they will promptly remind their entitled child that life is not about waiting for your privileges to fall from the sky it is about EARNING them. The focus is not on what you WANT but what you ARE.

Instead of complaining that your wife is not attracted to you how about considering making yourself more attractive to her? There have been times when I have had to look at myself. I fell in the blue pill rabbit hole and felt that Mr Jones was not doing it for me. A good hard look in the mirror told me I was also not doing it for HIM. It has taken time and much trial and error but these days I have a reasonably good idea of what does it for him (I think). The question is mostly not what to do but motivating myself to make the effort. Because it does take effort.

Mr Jones often talks about the cycle of not being attractive. How one partner’s inadequacy feeds the inadequacy of the other and around and around it spirals. His idea is correct. Breaking the cycle is hard. It takes one partner to go out on a limb. Of course if the other doesn’t follow then you are possibly flogging a dead horse. It is just a question of how long you want the limb to be and if they don’t follow do you go back to where you were or move on?

At the end of the day marriage is not a free ride. There is never a time to coast and there is never a time to lie back and be worshipped as a perfect specimen of a spouse. Good relationships take work. Sometimes the rewards are not instant. Sometimes the rewards are not exactly what you wanted. But do you honestly want to be a victim at the mercy of other people? Is that really what you want?

Friday Flashback – Under the Table

On the last day of their holiday, Lucy and John started the day as they had almost every day of their visit to this sunny holiday town, in a small café that made perfect omlettes. Their plan was to spend the last day re-visiting their favourite places. As they arrived they were greeted by the young waiter that had been there almost every morning. Without fuss he showed them to their table and poured a glass of juice for each of them.

Lucy admired his body as he pulled out her chair. She brushed against him as she took the chair, he held for her. For a moment their eyes met before she dropped her gaze lower. She settled into her chair stretching back so that he had a full view of her breasts, barely restrained by thin fabric of her sundress. Across the table her husband smirked. 

The waiter shuffled awkwardly fussing over cutlery and placement of glasses. As he bent over the table Lucy’s attention was focussed on his arse.  It was the thing she liked most about him. Mainly because the long black apron that he wore covered his other best part. 

“Do you want to order now, or did you need a moment?” The waiter’s voice interrupted her thoughts. She looked up at him noting the faint colour on his cheeks.  

“Just the usual thanks,” Lucy smiled up at him. Across the table her husband agreed. The waiter made a note in his pad and turned and walked away.

Lucy stretched back on her chair, enjoying the sunshine. All around them the café buzzed with people starting their day. 

“I know what you are up to,” her husband interrupted her thoughts.

Lucy took a sip of her drink and looked at her husband over the rim of her glass with wide innocent eyes,

“I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.” She pressed her hand against her breast. “I am just here enjoying this fantastic sunshine. 

The waiter appeared with their breakfast placing the plates carefully on the table before turning away to go and fetch their coffees. Lucy inhaled the smell of perfectly cooked omelette before she delicately cut into the fluffy eggs. Coffee appeared on the table in front of her and she looked up at the waiter, letting her fork rest on her lip for a moment. He shuffled awkwardly and looked downwards. Lucy reached down with her spare hand and lifted the hem of her dress to give him a glimpse of smooth tanned thigh. 

Awkwardly the waiter shuffled, “Was there anything else?” his face was flushed and his hands clasped over his apron. 

“Not right now, thanks,” Lucy moved her shoulder slightly and the strap of her dress slipped downwards. 

“Ok then,” the waiter’s eyes were fixed on the neckline of Lucy’s dress, “I will be back later to make sure everything is OK then.” There was a pause before he turned and walked away. Casually Lucy let her fork fall on the ground. 

“Honey would you get that for me?” she looked across at her husband with wide innocent eyes. 

“Sure.” With a smirk her husband bent down from his chair to retrieve the fork.

“While you are down there,” Lucy quipped. Her gaze travelled across the café to where the waiter was attending to another young couple. She leaned back on her chair as she felt the first tentative touch of her husband’s lips on her pussy. As his tongue made its way into her slit, she was happy that she had taken time to shave that morning.  She lay back a little further allowing her legs to spread further apart. Across the room she locked eyes with the waiter. Casually she lifted the tablecloth so that the waiter could see what was happening under the table.  He finished taking the new couple’s order and made his way to the kitchen. Under the table her husband slid his tongue deeper. She gripped the arms of the chair as he lapped at the hot wetness that was pouring out of her.

“How is everything?” The voice of the waiter interrupted her thoughts.

“Everything is just perfect,” Lucy gasped. She slipped the strap of her dress down, allowing him to see her nipple hard with excitement. Under the table her husband slid a finger into her hot wet cunt tilting it expertly as he pressed his tongue against her hard node. The familiar warm pressure began to build in her belly. Lucy slid her finger into the neck of her dress and pinched her nipple. She looked into the eyes of the waiter as she came muting the sound of her pleasure to a whimper. 

Her body sagged against the chair as her husband re-appeared on the other side of the table with a fork in his hand. 

“Found it.” He announced cheerily wiping the wetness from Lucy’s cunt from his chin with a napkin. 

Without speaking the waiter wrote on his pad and passed the page to Lucy.

“I am glad you enjoyed your breakfast.” He smiled to her as he turned and walked away. 

Lucy looked down at the paper before handing it to her husband with a smile of triumph.

“Perhaps we will find something new to enjoy today after all.”  

Flashback – In the Booth

Normally I post these stories from my older previous page on Friday but somehow this week got away from me.

“We are going to get some lunch, you want to come?” Jenna paused beside Megan’s desk.

Megan glanced up briefly from her screen, “No thanks,” she replied. “I still have a bit more to do on this and I have some errands to run.”

Jenna shrugged, “Suit yourself.” She walked away to meet up with her friends standing by the elevator. Megan kept to herself pretty much, not really interacting with the other girls in the office but it didn’t stop Jenna. She was a compulsive socialite and so she took up the challenge to get Megan into their group by inviting her to lunch and coffee every now and then. One day she might just forget herself and say yes.

Megan watched the little group leave the office, finishing the document she was working she made her own preparations to leave. She was aware of Jenna’s little ‘project’ but there was something else that compelled her more than sushi and gossip. Smoothing down the skirt of her suit she made her way to the elevator and then out onto the street. Two blocks away she turned into a doorway with ‘The Den’ blinking in neon above the doorway. With a quick glance over her shoulder Megan quickly stepped inside.

At the top of the stairs she handed a twenty dollar note to a ponytailed man sat behind the desk. “Hello Neil,” she smiled.  

“Hello Miss,” he responded, flashing his trademark gold tooth at her and not bothering to hide the way he ran his eyes down her body. Megan turned to push on the faded blue door, she was on a time limit and she had things to do. Once inside she paused for a moment letting her eyes adjust to the dimness. At the far end of the room in front of a large screen showing porn men sat on couches, mostly in singles, watching. If she walked closer Megan would see some of them fondling their cocks but she wasn’t interested in that. To the side two men sat together. For a moment Megan watched them. As she watched one man slid downwards, out of her view. The thought of a man wrapping his lips around another man’s cock took Megan’s breath away and reminded her of her errand.

Slowly she walked past the booths, each with their own individual screens, that lined the side of the room. In one of them a man sat alone watching two women frolicking naked in a pool together. He was dressed in jeans and an open necked shirt and sat like he was about to spring out of the door it something startled him. Desire spread through Megan, this was what she had come for.

“Hello” she moved into the doorway of the booth to look down into his face.

“Hello there,” he looked up at her nervously. His hands twisted in his lap.

Megan moved inside the booth, “Do you mind if I sit here?” She gestured at the seat beside the man.

“Sure,” he moved over to make room for her. “Do you come here often?” he asked as she sat gracefully beside him.

“Sometimes,” she smiled letting her eyes take in his body. She pressed her thighs together in anticipation. “You like the porn?” She gestured at the screen in front of them.

He shrugged, “It’s OK. You know. Porn is porn.”

She smiled in response, “True,” carefully she placed her hand on his thigh and leaned in a little closer. “How would you like something more real?” She moved her hand up his leg a little further until her finger was touching his penis through the denim of his jeans.

“What did you have in mind?” his voice wavered and she felt tension coiling through his body.

Megan placed the palm of her hand over his crotch and pressed gently on his swelling cock. “I am very good at sucking cock,” her eyes didn’t leave his face as her hand massaged his cock.

The man slid down in his seat a little to ease the tightness in his jeans. “OK.” his eyes were glued to her cleavage.

Megan slid off her seat to kneel in front of him. Her gaze shifted from his face to his crotch which was now right in front of her face. With a little help from her new friend she slid his zipper down and eased his cock out of it’s bondage. For a few moments she admired it sitting proud and erect before her. She pressed her lips against the warm velvet of the skin, running them up his shaft before she licked the tip of his cock. The man sighed in appreciation and she felt some of the tension leave his body as she opened her mouth and slid her lips down over his cock. She fought an overwhelming urge to press her mouth down over him as far as she could. Instead, she focussed on the head of his cock, circling him with her tongue, letting her saliva moisten him as she moved her head up and down slowly easing her mouth down the full length of his shaft.

He placed a tentative hand on the back of her head. She pushed her mouth down further until she could feel his cock in the back of her throat. Pleasure welled up in her. She loved this part, kneeling in front of a strange man with his cock rammed into her throat. Feeling the power she had over him by submitting to him in this way. She tilted her head so that she could see his face. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted back against the top of the couch, his fingers curled into her hair holding her head against his cock. He thrust his hips against her mouth and she tasted the salt tang of his pre-cum on her tongue. Greedily she sucked down on his cock craving the taste of him. He gave a groan of pleasure as his cock hardened further. She moved her head up and down sucking on him, anticipating his climax, craving the taste of him.

“I am gonna blow in your mouth,” he whispered to her urgently.

Without taking her lips from him, she nodded, giving him permission. There was no way she could communicate the craving she had right now to taste his cum, to feel it’s warmth filling her mouth. His fingers curled tighter into her hair and he thrust into her mouth harder and more urgently building up tension. Megan felt her own body responding to his pleasure, she knew her panties would be soaked and her clit was throbbing demanding attention for itself. There would be time for that later, right now she was focussed on the cock in her mouth.

“AHHHHH,” he groaned as his cock pulsed, emptying itself into her mouth. Megan held as much of his cum as she could before she swallowed. His hand fell away from her head and he collapsed against the back of the couch. Carefully she licked away the last drops of his pleasure before she released his cock from her mouth. Gently she slid his cock into his boxers before he zipped up his jeans. 

“Thank you,” he reached down and stroked her face before she stood in front of him. The demanding of her hungry cunt was stronger now. She needed to find a quiet space of her own away from the eyes that would watch her here.

“The pleasure was all mine, believe me,” She straightened her dress before she moved out of the booth. With purposeful strides she walked towards the exit, ignoring the men who tried to catch her eye as she passed. She recognised a few of them. On a different day she may have stopped to talk with them and perhaps share other things but right now her own desires were more important.

Out in the street she passed the lobby of a hotel. She stepped inside the doorway of the coffee shop and made her way to the counter.

“The usual?” the waitress behind the counter asked.

Megan smiled warmly, “Yes please,” she replied, taking money from her purse. “I will just use the bathroom.”

“Certainly,” the waitress began preparing her coffee. “I will take this out to your usual spot then.”

“Thank you,” Megan walked through a doorway into the foyer of the hotel. At the back she slipped into the ladies bathroom. Once inside the cubicle at the far end she opened her handbag. Nestled in its special bag was her good friend. She sat on the toilet and slid her panties down. The aroma of her arousal was strong. With urgency she slid the vibrator inside herself almost automatically pressing against her sensitive spots. Exhaling the tension out of her body she allowed the vibrations to work their magic. With her other hand she stroked her swollen clitoris. It was only seconds until the orgasm washed over her. Silently she spasmed in pleasure, holding on to the feeling as long as she could before releasing it and slumping back against the wall.

For a few moments she sat there savouring the warm relaxation allowing reality to make its way slowly back. Reaching into her handbag she retrieved a clean pair of knickers and replaced her sodden ones. She stowed her vibrator safely in its bag and stood up to straighten her clothes. Before she left the bathroom she checked her make up in the mirror and straightened her hair.

When she returned to the cafe her coffee was sitting on the table waiting for her. For the next ten minutes she sat, sipping as she looked out of the window at the city rushing past going about its business. It was the last part of her ritual. When the cup was empty she placed it carefully down on its saucer and made her way back to the office. 

Friday Flashback – Carpark Rules

Reading through old posts can be sometimes cool, sometimes cringeworthy. It seems like this activity is pushing me towards a certain person from my past. I am still in contact with this man but since we first met and subsequently enjoyed each other immensely he has moved to Sydney. We have connected a couple of times since he moved but at the moment he lives in a “hot spot” and he is not allowed to visit me without going through two weeks of quarantine and I cannot visit him without having to do the same on my return. And so we are, for the time, left to reminisce and send text messages.

A car is a funny place, Lucy mused as she opened the door to slide into the driver’s seat of her baby. The world outside was oblivious to her, cars sped by on the freeway nearby, students made their way from the bus station to the buildings of the university up the hill. She could hear their conversations through the opened sunroof and she knew that if they chose to look in this direction they would see her sitting in the driver’s seat with her companion beside her. They wouldn’t be able to see what he was doing to her under the dashboard but she didn’t care. 

Clint lifted the hem of her dress and caressed the smooth shaven skin of her pussy. She forgot about the people outside making their way from the bus station up the hill to the university as his fingers eased into her slit. Her head tilted back against the headrest and a small moan escaped from her lips as he stroked and teased her before slipping first one then two fingers into her deep wet hole. 

“Mmmmm someone is wet,” he murmured in her ear.

Lucy’s response was to slump down in her seat so that her knees could fall further apart, inviting him in deeper. He finger fucked her, teasing the sensitive spot right at her entrance. He had been there before and it didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for. The familiar feeling welled up inside her and she felt her body clamping in response to his touch. Instead of watching two people innocently chatting; the outsiders would have been able to watch her writhe in pleasure. If they had listened carefully they would have heard her deep throaty moans of pleasure. If they had  bothered to look. Lucy didn’t know if anyone looked or not, she didn’t care.  

She spasmed again and despite her efforts to contain herself a small trickle of liquid covered her pussy and Clint’s hand. He smiled in satisfaction as he withdrew his hand and sat looking at her for a few moments. 

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked.

“Yes” she smiled at him like a cat looking at a bowl of cream. She reached over and unclasped his pants. He eased his hips upwards to allow her to pull the waist band down over his ass. He sat for a few moments with his erect cock resting against his belly. The outside observer would have seen two people chatting amicably but out of sight of the outside world Lucy’s hand stroked Clint’s cock teasing the head as precum leaked out of him.

“I think someone else might be a bit excited,” she said as she leaned over to taste him. Her lips opened and she slid her mouth down over his cock a small way. On the back of her head she felt his hand. She knew he wanted her to go deeper but she took her time, wetting him with her saliva and teasing him a little before she side down further pressing his cock to the back of her mouth. He sighed in pleasure,

“Good girl,” he whispered as he wrapped her long hair around his hand controlling the movement of her head.

“You suck me so good,” he sighed again as she released him from her mouth for a moment before pushing her head back down over his shaft. He allowed himself the luxury of pushinig his cock into her mouth against the back of her throat making her body spasm with a gag as she sucked him.

“Fuck that feels so good,” he moaned. “Do you want a mouth full of my cum?” Lucy turned her head and looked up at him as she let his cock slide out of her mouth. Smiling, she ran her tongue down over his shaft before she licked his balls. 

“Ohhhhhh,” he sighed in pleasure as she carefully pulled his balls into her mouth, teasing the skin with her tongue. Gently she moved the sensitive globes around her mouth, teasing some more before releasing them and returning to the main course. Her mouth slid down over his cock taking as much of his length as she could. Absently she registered the sound of conversations walking past on the pathway but she was focussed on the task in front of her.

 There was the sound of a slap as his hand connected with her ass. Lucy moaned against him writhing in pleasure and sucking down harder on him. She felt his balls tightening and his cock hardening as his excitement increased. His hand twisted her hair a little tighter and his hips thrust his cock into the back of her throat. His excitement drilled deep into Lucy’s belly and she writhed against the seat as she opened her mouth for him to fuck. 

His cock pulsed and he groaned loudly as his cum emptied into her mouth. For a second Lucy wondered if anyone walking past would notice his face or hear the sound of his cumming but she only wondered for a moment before her mind went back to his cock pulsing sweet cum into her mouth. She held him between her lips gathering the cum in her mouth until he stopped moving.  

They lay back against the seats resting and chatting. She stroked his soft cock, smiling at the memory of what she had just done. People walked past, oblivious to what had just happened metres away from where they were walking. Lucy’s cunt throbbed a little. Her earlier orgasm had just whetted her appetite. The slap on her ass while she was mouthing him had been more of a teaser than anything else. 

“I want to fuck you,” she said. 

‘Mmmmm I think I would like to fuck you as well,” he agreed. “This car is a little small though,”

They were quiet for a few moments before he continued,

“I have to admit the idea of bending you over and smacking that sweet ass of yours before fucking you into the middle of next week does have a certain appeal though,”

“Well I am available,” she looked him innocently. 

They laughed and chatted back and forth about the merits of finding somewhere more comfortable to fuck like rabbits. Lucy was horny and sucking such a delicious cock had only made her want a good fucking.

As they spoke Clint’s cock stirred. To try and convince him that he really needed to come home with her Lucy bent down and licked him before slowly taking him into her mouth. 

“You do that so well.” He gripped her hair as he began thrusting