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QUIVER & CUMM...
QUIVER & CUMM...
Like people everywhere, they had chatted online for several weeks. And like many others, their conversations ultimately turned to sex. It began innocently enough, with innuendos, and then the jokes and ensuing gales of laughter. Before long, they were discussing sexual experiences and preferences. And like many others, their online chats eventually turned into phone chats, then phone sex. Then the inevitable.
As they talked on the phone one evening, Heather knew before she orgasmed that she would do it again when they hung up. It turned her on immensely to have phone sex in her office after hours. Lights on, blinds and door wide open. She was spread eagle, with her legs draped over the arms of her chair, her cunt swollen and glistening. She secretly hoped that the janitor or someone would be in the office late at night and see her.
"Tom," she whispered throatily, "I’m gonna come."
Heather involuntarily held her breath as her body began spasming, her fingers rubbing her clit furiously. She let out a loud groan and could hear Tom on the other end of the phone, in the throes of his own orgasm. Heather continued lightly stroking her hard, wet bud. She liked the way it felt and she was still very aroused.
"Let’s meet," she said.
Tom didn’t respond. He knew it was coming sooner or later. He’d ended a bad relationship a year ago and couldn’t get excited about a new relationship, another commitment. He liked his life just the way it was, and especially the fantasy that Heather provided.
"Let’s meet," Heather repeated.
Tom thought for a minute before answering.
Hesitantly, he said, "I already told you I don’t want a relationship, and that’s what would probably happen. I don’t want to lie to you and lead you on, Heather."
She knew her voice turned him on, and that with little effort she could put his "other brain" in control.
"Just once, no strings," Heather said, in the huskiest, sexiest voice she could muster. "Promise."
Tom felt his cock twitch. He laughed heartily. He imagined his dick doing a celebration backflip. Here was a woman who knew how to turn him on and she was offering him sex with no strings attached.
"What’s so funny?" Heather asked.
"What’d you have in mind?" Tom asked in return. He didn’t tell her his cock was celebrating.
"Lunch would be good. But before we meet for lunch, I have another idea." Heather stopped for a moment before continuing on in her seductive voice, "Let’s meet under cover."
"Under cover? What does that mean?" asked Tom.
"Just exactly that," Heather moaned. She began rubbing her clit lightly again. "Do you trust me, Tom?"
"I suppose," he replied.
Heather smiled. "I’ll email you. Follow the instructions. You won’t regret it." And with that, she quickly hung up.
Still spread eagle in her office chair, Heather opened a desk drawer and rummaged around the papers and miscellaneous office supplies. Stashed away was a little bottle of lube, a small anal plug, and her Pocket Rocket massager which she was extremely fond of. She knew it was risky keeping these toys in her desk, and that was why she kept them there. Chances were slim that someone would find them, yet the possibility thrilled her.
Heather squeezed a generous amount of lube onto the butt plug and evenly distributed it. She slowly inserted it into her ass, enjoying the sensation. She imagined it as Tom’s cock. Pleasure consumed her as she slowly pumped it in and out a few times. She repositioned herself so that she was sitting squarely in her chair and on the butt plug. Satisfaction coursed through her body. Grabbing the Pocket Rocket, she wondered how something so small could pack such a wallop.
Sitting up straight in her chair, legs spread wide, Heather turned the vibrator on and lightly pressed it onto her clit. An involuntary groan escaped her lips. She was devoured by the intensity of her pending orgasm. She teased herself for a moment, but only a moment, by moving the vibrator away from her clit and letting it run down her outer lips. The sensations of her ass being filled and her throbbing clit were beginning to take their toll. Heather felt her body begin its familiar quiver and as soon as she brought the vibrator back to her clit, she instantly exploded with one of the most intense orgasms of her 24-year-old life.
The next morning, Tom checked his email. True to her word, there was one waiting for him from Heather. He was anxious yet reluctant to open it because she hadn’t told him what she meant by meeting under cover. Up for the adventure, he double-clicked on her email. He knew she would check the status of her message to see when he opened it, if she hadn’t requested a receipt instead.
Tom read Heather’s email. Not once or twice, but several times. He was uncertain of what he was reading, yet there his cock was, doing another celebration backflip. There was no doubt that Heather excited him; he loved her appetite for sex and her willingness to throw caution to the wind just for a sexual thrill. Yet there was protocol to follow, and Tom had to first reply and indicate his interest in proceeding. Fortunately he had some time to think about it; she told him to respond by 3:00 p.m. or it was off.
He had to decide how he felt about giving a complete stranger his address, and allowing her into his home in the middle of the night. What could this young girl possibly want with a 40-year-old man? Thinking of their safety, Tom didn’t think it was really such a hot idea. His cock did the thinking for a moment. ‘If she wants to, let her. Look at the pleasure she’s giving me just thinking about it.’ And right on cue, it twitched.
After lunch, Tom sat down at his computer. He read Heather’s email one last time before replying. He gave her his address and acknowledged the other items. Heather would come to Tom’s house on Friday night, which was three nights away. She would arrive very late, sometime after midnight, and Tom would leave the front door unlocked for her. He was to be in bed, asleep, with no lights on, or Heather would leave. They would also not communicate with one another between now and then.
Tom pressed "Send."
It was the longest three days Tom could remember. He was nervous and excited, and was now committed to their meeting. Sure, he could back out, lock the door and pretend not to be home, but he had to admit his curiosity was getting the best of him. When he got home from work Friday, there was a single message on his answering machine from Heather.
"I’ll see you under cover tonight," was all she said.
Tom had several hours to burn so he went to play pool and drink a few beers with the guys to pass the time. Besides, the beer helped take the edge off his nervousness. He headed home at midnight, knowing somehow that Heather wouldn’t be there just yet. He had time to shower and shave for her. After his shower, he changed the bedding and turned the slats on the mini-blinds throughout the house just enough to let in a little light from the full moon. He left a trail of silver and gold foil confetti from the front door to his bedroom. The moonlight would play on the confetti and lead Heather to him. Tom wanted Heather to find him. And so did his cock.
In bed and just about to doze off, Tom heard the front door open. He looked at the clock: 2:00 a.m. He began shaking and heard his heart thumping in his chest. Was it nerves? Anticipation? Or perhaps a combination of both? He froze, not daring to move, not daring to breath. Heather’s silhouette appeared in his doorway. Tom lay there, transfixed. He knew he was supposed to be sleeping, but who could?
Heather had apparently scooped up some of the confetti. Tom watched as she threw it up into the air and it fell lightly back to the ground, sparkling in the moonlight on the way. He was riveted. Some of the confetti landed on Heather, creating somewhat of a magical aura about her. She pulled her dress over head and Tom was pleased that it appeared she was naked. He caught his breath as he watched her breasts bounce; he was glad he had cracked the blinds some. The sight was arousing and he was sure that Heather could see his hard-on poking at the sheets.
His heart still hammered. Heather approached the bed and pulled the bedding out from the foot of the bed and proceeded to crawl under the covers. Tom felt her hand on his leg, and her body crawling up his. The connection was nothing short of electric. He could only imagine what she must look like in full daylight, for they had never exchanged pictures. Heather had told Tom that she was blonde and had green eyes.
As Heather continued slowly crawling over Tom, he noticed how firm her body was, the fullness of her breasts as they rubbed along his legs. As she got closer to Tom’s groin, he could feel her bare pussy rubbing against his legs and he observed how wet she was. She continued working her way up and sandwiched his fully erect cock between her tits. He couldn’t help but groan and wanted to see her on him.
Reading his mind, Heather reminded him, "No lights," and she shoved the covers off her and onto the floor.
He let her fuck his cock with her breasts for a moment before he pulled Heather up to his face and kissed her. The kiss turned passionate, tongues dancing and each eagerly exploring the other. They held each other tightly, enjoying the moment, the intimacy, and the unconditional acceptance that they both felt.
In fact, they were both surprised by the moment for you see, their plan was that Heather would slide under the covers and allow Tom to run his hands all over her in the dark. The thought had excited both of them, yet it was scary too. It was intended to be noncommittal, just two people sharing a sensual experience without the sex. After a few minutes, Heather would leave and they would meet for lunch a few days later.
Without speaking, Heather knew she would be there for awhile. She was scared witless and couldn’t believe she was doing this, and on the other hand she was elated. She released herself from Tom’s embrace and sat up, straddling him, her hands resting on his chest. It felt strong and secure to her. She glanced up to the window and saw the moon peeking through the blinds. Heather noticed the rows of moonlight displayed on her body and she looked at Tom, watching her.
He reached up with both hands to cup her breasts and gently squeezed them. Tom then ran his hands down her sides and marveled at her curves. His hands strayed back to her breasts and he pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned softly and reached behind her to fondle Tom’s cock as it pressed persistently against her derriere. Heather’s touch sent shivers throughout Tom’s body and he found himself inadvertently thrusting himself into her hand.
Heather bent over Tom to kiss him again. He quickly pushed her back, his hands on her hips, and in one swift move he was inside her. Heather gasped at his size and how incredibly good his hardness felt. Tom was in heaven, as he helped Heather move up and down on his cock. She was so fucking wet, he could feel her dripping on him, and he could smell her.
Heather let him bounce her on his cock for a moment before she pulled herself off him and kneeled at his side. The next thing Tom knew, Heather had his cock deep in her mouth, giving him a tongue bath and cleaning up the wetness she had just put there with her pussy. He watched the moonlit shadows on her body, the way she moved on him, how warm her mouth felt, and Tom wanted to unload all over her right then and there.
Wanting to taste her, he grabbed Heather and pulled her up to his face again for another deep kiss. One taste of her and Tom rolled her onto her back and quickly dove between her legs. Heather’s back arched as Tom’s tongue went right in for the kill and kept licking her cunt fast and hard. He toyed with her ass, causing Heather to squirm. He took the hint and slowly inserted a finger into her, and before she knew it, Heather’s orgasm shook her body while Tom kept licking her hardening clit.
Heather had been right; Tom was not disappointed at all. He was enjoying their encounter and was struck by her beauty, although he couldn’t see her very well. Occasionally they would catch each other’s gaze, and Tom could see the passion burning in Heather.
Tom knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and he rolled Heather over and onto her stomach. He grabbed her hips and pulled her ass up to meet him. Tom wanted to fuck her doggy style and come on her ass. He shoved his cock inside her, causing her to moan. Tom grabbed Heather’s hair at the nape of her neck; it was silky. He pulled firmly, the butt of his palm resting at the base of her head, and his other hand grabbed her hip and pulled her into him.
He began fucking her wildly and the hand on her ass moved up her body and grabbed a breast. Tom kept a tight grip on Heather’s hair and leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You’ve been a naughty girl, Heather."
Heather answered with another moan, this one louder. She reached between her thighs and began stroking her clit.
"Then fuck your naughty girl," Heather murmured.
Tom pulled out and once again rolled Heather over and onto her back. He grabbed her legs and positioned them over his shoulders. His cock slid in her and he began rhythmically fucking her. He looked down at her pussy. There was just enough light on it, bare and glistening. The sight sent Tom beyond the point of no return as he pulled out and finished by jacking off on that glistening bud and Heather’s belly.
They fell into each other’s arms and eventually asleep, without saying much. It was supposed to be a one-time thing and neither one of them believed that anymore. Tom awoke in the morning and was disappointed to discover Heather had gone. He had been looking forward to seeing her in full daylight. Instead, there was a note on her pillow.
It said, "Check your email."
As he read Heather’s email, Tom’s cock did a celebration backflip. She was offering another adventure. This time, Tom didn’t have to think long at all. He eagerly replied, and then pressed "Send."