Today's 500 (really 2423)

You have to give me permission

To do what?

What ever it is you are about to ask me to do.

I don’t know what you are talking about.

Yes you do.  You are about to ask for a favor, I can feel it.

Why would I do that?

Because you husband is out of town and
you are wearing your yellow dress.

What does that have to do with anything?

You never wear panties under that dress.

How do you know that?

Because he told me.

He What?

He told me.  He tells me a lot of things.  He likes to brag.

About what?

About how hot you are, how good you are in bed

What else?

He tells me how much he misses you when you are gone.

Does he, you know…. While I’m gone?

Cheat on you?  No.

That’s not what I meant.

Be specific.

Does he, you know (imitates masturbation motions)

No, strangely enough, he doesn’t. That’s why
he’s always at the gym when you call him.

Maybe that’s why he’s losing weight. (Laughter)

Do you?

What?  I’m not going to tell.

Yes you are.  Do you masturbate while you are on the road?

Does my answer matter?

It does to me.

Why?

Because I like thinking about you doing it.

Doing what? (sarcastically)  Be Specific.

I like thinking about you masturbating, naked, spread, wet,
on a hotel bed, cumming, cumming again, and then,
spreading the slippery wet on your nipples as you play with them.

Oh. My

What’s wrong?  Didn’t you like my answer?

Why are you suddenly standing so close to me?

I didn’t move, you did.

No I didn’t, that would be inappropriate.

(Laughing) That is exactly what you are.

I don’t want to be.  I want to be a good girl.

Will you be “my” good girl?

I hate that phrase.

Why?

Because I’m not a girl.

What are you?

A woman.

What kind of woman?

A lonely woman.

Lonely?  I thought you two were pretty “active.”

Not enough

Be specific

You like that phrase, don’t you?

Yes. I like it when people use words.

What kind of words?

Accurate words. Honest words.

What do you want me to say?

You can say anything you want. I don’t direct anything.

Seriously?  That’s not what I’ve heard.

Heard? From who?

People

Which people.

Will you get mad at her?

No

Promise?

Promise. I put no restrictions on anyone. Including you. 
Feel free to share what you want with whomever you want.

Even him?

Him who?

Even my husband?

Is this something you want to share with him?

Kind of.

Does he know you are here?

No.

Why did you hide it from him? 
He’s my best friend.

That’s just it, isn’t it?  You are best friends,
you work together, what if this goes badly?

Will it?

Will you fuck off with all the questions? 
You really aren’t that deep, you know.

I don’t need to be deep, just honest,
open, and with full consent.

She told that consent is like a kink for you.

It is, in a way.  I like to hear my partners ask for things,
specific things.
I don’t want any misunderstandings,
accusations,
or bad feelings.

What if I feel bad afterward?

That is up to you, but it will never be because
I pressured you into anything.

Like what?

Ah, see, very tricky.  I’m not in the lead here. 
I am in charge, but not in the lead, do you understand?

I think so.

Nothing will happen that I don’t want to have happen,
but nothing will happen unless you ask for it. 
And see, now? You’ve taken another step closer. 
Shall I set your drink down?

Yes, thank you, it was delicious.  What was in it?

No alcohol, if you are asking. 
No intoxicant, no drugs,
just clear-headed
decision making.

I don’t think I’m thinking very clearly right now.

Then should we stop? Watch TV?
Discuss the Old Testament?

(Laughter)

No, but maybe some music.

Something slow?

Slow and sad or slow and sexy.

They are frequently both. True. How about this?

I like it, thanks.

You’ll have to take off your heels,
you are beautiful, but too tall for me.

You like it when I wear them.

How do you know?

You smile at me in church.

I smile at many people at church,
I’m happy to be there.

Especially since you have seen so many of us naked.

Horrible scandalous rumors. I say.
Sometimes I close my eyes.

Dance with me.

You smell wonderful, and yes,
I love you in your heels, but you fit so nicely
into my arms without them.

Hold me closer.

Tiny Dancer?

Yes, hold me tight. It feels nice

Yes, it does, doesn’t it?

Let’s just enjoy the music for a bit, eh?

That would be lovely….

 

Oh, I love this song.

So does my wife, they played it her sister’s wedding.

Can we not talk about her tonight?

My wife’s little sister?

(Laughter) No, your wife

Why not?

Am I betraying her?

No.

Does she know I’m here?

She knows I’m with a friend.  She never asks for names.

Does she mind?

No, we discussed it early on, her idea really,
caught me quite by surprise.

Do you two…?

Do we what?  You know the rules?

Do you and your wife have sex anymore?

On special occasions.

Like what?

The return of Halley’s Comet, the orbit of Pluto, those special days.

I’m sorry

Do not be. I have friends.

Like me?

Yes Dear, like you.

Spin me.

Like this?

(Laughter)

Well, I proved my assumption

Which one.

That you don’t wear panties under this dress.

No, I never do

Why not?

Because I don’t have to.

(Kiss)

That was lovely

(Kiss with a hint of tongue, teasingly bringing our mouths together)

Touch me

Where?

Do I have to tell you everything?

For now, yes.  Keeps us both safe.

Touch my ass.

You’ve been going to the gym?

Squeeze harder.

Wonderful

Both hands

Even better.

Spread me.

Ohhhh, I like that.

Me too….

 

Kiss me

(kiss)

Kiss me like you kiss Haley

(deeper kissing)

Do you fuck her?

Who?

Haley.

Does that matter/

Yes.

Why?

I want to know what she likes

Why?

You know.

Tell me

Because I want to fuck her too.

Really?  I assumed you already had.

Why?

Because of how she looks at you.

I know, it’s quite a rush.

Have you kissed her?

Not like this

(Hard, passionate kissing)

I don’t want tonight to be about her. 
Tonight is about you, us, right now, right here.

(I bite her neck)

Yesssss.

Whispering - What do you want?

Put your hands under my dress

Your skin is flawless

Spread me

Wider

Harder

Yessss, you are catching on.

Touch me

Catching herself

Touch me deep.

Like this?

Fuck yes… he never touches me there.

He never touches this tight

Gasp

Little

Gasp

Hole?

No, never, push hard, I want to feel it.

Inside?

Yes

Yes, please

How far?

                                                                     All the way

Like this?

              Yes, yes, yes, please. That feels so good.

Do you play with your ass when you are alone?

                                                             Yes, all the time.

Does he know?

                                                          He thinks it’s dirty

I do not.

                                            Kiss me while it’s inside?

(Her mouth opens and is ravenous. I press deeper inside her, feeling the tightness and warmth. She quivers and bites my tongue.)

                                                                            Oh fuck.

Do you like my finger in your ass?

                                                                  YES!  Deeper!

As you wish…

Knuckles deep, she begins to buckle and gasp for air.

Are you cumming?

                                                                        Yes!  May I

Then cum

Her body falls into my arms, and I hold her, still penetrating, thrusting, filling her up in a way her husband never would. 
Tragic really,
She’s perfect.

Oh, fuck fuck, that feels so good.

I’m glad you liked it.

Now, catch your breath, and follow me.

                                                                             Where?

Just Follow

On the far side of the room is a small bathroom with the appropriate supplies

                                                        What’s all this for?

Cleanliness is next to godliness and prevents all sorts of problems.

                                May I wash your hands for you?

Yes, that would be nice.

The warm water runs over our hands as she pumps soap into our palms and rubs them together.

    Will you remember this when we are done,

Or do you force yourself to forget

I dry my hands and cup her face.

I remember everything.

                                                                  I need to pee.

OK

                                           Can I have some privacy?

No.

                                             What do you mean, ‘No.’

Just that, no.  Here, I’ll lift the lid for you.

                   And you are just going to stand there?

No, I’m going to watch.

                                                                                  Why?

Because I like it.

She sits and lifts the yellow dress up over her hips.
I kneel in front of her.

Really?

Yes, Really. Breathe deeply, relax.

                                                                         I’m trying.

With gentle pressure, I spread her legs.

Interesting

                                                                                What?

I always imagined you waxed.

                                           He likes the landing strip.

Hmm

And what do you mean,
“I always imagined you waxed”?
Do you think about me?

Constantly

           Do you masturbate when you think of me?

Constantly

                                 What’s your favorite scenario?

You call me and ask if you can use my back yard
to “work on your tan, because you know I work
from home and my wife is in the office.

The flow starts, warm and yellow, I spread her knees further.

I promise you privacy but come to the kitchen sink
for a drink and you are laying out in your green bikini,
my favorite, you notice me, and ask for a drink.

Her flow continues and I see her breathing quicken.

I give you a drink, but it spills

Her flow stops.

I take 4 squares of toilet paper and pat her lips dry.

OH!

Thank you?

Good hygiene is essential

                                                    Then what happens?

That can wait.

I offer my hand, and she takes it and stands.

That was interesting

Good

                                             But I’m still a little damp

And?

                                                                           Wipe me

I reach for the toilet paper

She blocks my hand

With your fingers

Please say it

                                  Wipe my lips clean, touch me.

Yes.

Aahhh, you are so wet, so perfectly wet

                                                                             Taste it.

So sweet

                                                                                  Again

Not here

                                                                          Why not?

The couch is better

                                                             I said touch me.

She holds my wrist and guides me between her thighs.

Wipe it all up.

Front to back, back to front, I’m so wet.

You are amazing

                                                                  Penetrate me

Ask again

                                         Put your fingers inside me.

Again

                                                                           Fuck me!

My fingers slip inside without any resistance, her smooth walls envelope my fingers and I feel her clench around

Feed them to me.

I put my fingers in her mouth, and she tastes herself for the first time

Is this how Haley tastes?

This is how you taste, and it’s perfectly you.

She pulls away, smiling, placing her hands on my shoulders to create distance.

                                                                         Stay here.

Why?

                                                                           Because

Why?

                                                                          Trust me.

She leaves the bathroom

My cock strains against my slacks and I see a growing wet spot.

COME OUT!

She is standing in the middle of the room, naked, hands on hips.

Her breasts are more spectacular than imagined

Her landing strip groomed to perfection

A long thin glistening bead runs down her inner thigh.

Well?

I step toward her and kneed in front of her,
desperate to taste her fully.

No, stay up.

OK

She undresses me quickly but with practices hands

I want you to see me in the light,
undressed, naked, all yours, not hiding,
no excuses, no justifications,
just two beautiful people naked and together.

You are beautiful

                                                                      Look at me.

I am

                                                    Tell me what you see

I see my friend, naked, beautiful, wet.

                                                More

I see beautiful nipples that have fed two wonderful children. A hint of stretch marks as evidence of your motherhood, your fertility, your breeding. I see an ass that has inspired a thousand fantasies and even more orgasms. I see a friend who is about to suck my cock, a body I’m about to fuck, a woman who’s about to orgasm.

 More

What do I see? What do I see? I see youth, energy, arousal. I see a wonderful mother, a shrewd businesswoman, a good boss, a wonderful friend. I see need and longing and love and unmet passion and I see love, friendship, desire, and bravery for being here with me.

She pulls our naked bodies together.

What do you feel?

I feel my chest,
your hair,
your breasts on my skin,
your nipples hard,
I feel my blood pulsing.

I feel the tip of your cock on my stomach,
dripping, aching, slippery  May I taste it?

Please use the words.

                                                 May I taste your cock?

Yes, please

                                            Don’t beg.I want this too.

With a smooth motion, she kneels and takes me into her mouth.

Her tongue swirls around the swollen head, teasing, tasting, sucking.

I want you to cum

We’ve just started!

                                              CUM, now, in my mouth

Her mouth engulfs me

I see her hand pinching hard at her nipples, then harder, tugging, pulling

Then it drifts between her legs and strums her clit in hard need.

                                                            (Muffled) – CUM!

I don’t hold back.

FUCK!

I feel my sac constrict and the inevitable rush of pleasure begins

I’m going to cum

She looks up at me, making eye contact, and nods her head.

I reach down and feel her breasts in my hands, holding, caressing, squeezing.

She buries my cock deep in her throat, then gasps, coming up for air.

CUM!

Her mouth goes back on me, her tongue swirling the tip.

I thrust deeper but she holds me at bay and I understand.

I cum.

Buckets, shot after shot, my head swirls,
I can barely keep my feet,
her hands has an iron grip on my sac
and she keeps me from pulling out
until I am
spent,
drained,
happy,
exhausted.

I stagger backward and fall on to the couch. 
She crawls over on her hands and knees,
licking her lips, tasting all of my cum,
until she swallows, smiles,
and opens her mouth for me to see.

We kiss.

                        THANK YOU! Thank you, thank you.

That was perfect.

It was amazing.

She kisses me again and climbs up on the couch.

Her bare skin is radiant, sweaty, glistening.

She leans back on the arm of the couch, letting me, begging me to look at her.

That was perfect…..

She leans back and spreads her legs wide, her lips open, and she smiles again.

Perfect for round one.

 

The Golden Sun

I am not a summer person.  The extra pounds I carry on my belly make clothes feel snug and the sweat has nowhere to go.  I love shorts, I look good in them, but I'd rather stay inside when it's 20f than go outside when it is 100F, but today, was about perfect.

We've had several weeks of rain but finally the sun has broken through, and we have settled into a week of 70 to 80° days with light cloud cover, foggy mornings, and wonderfully sunny afternoons. I'm working from home again, working is the key part, I go into the office a couple of days a week to pick up assignments and shake hands and do the meet and greet routine, but the middle of the week is blissfully mine as I clean my office and setup for earning a paycheck.

I have a new neighbor next door, I have thought about them a lot, a sweet young wife with her husband who has all the right woodworking tools but is gone longer than he should be with the wife as cute as he has. Today, I'm fighting a little bit of a head cold, so I have been drinking lots of water, sipping on scalding hot chocolate, and stepping outside to my backyard for fresh air. My wife is gone on a two-day work assignment far enough away that we got her a hotel. This is irrelevant to the story because since I am fighting a cold, she will not kiss me anyway. She is flying to New York in two weeks to see a college friend so the risk of getting sick overwhelms any, albeit rare, amorous intentions. No kissing is the rule until she gets back healthy from the Big Apple.

The offshoot of my health regime is, “Drink a lot, pee a lot” which means that I have taken several breaks to relieve myself in the hot sun, watering a little spot in our backyard each time.

I haven't spoken with Holly since our last conversation through the fence a couple of weeks ago. I saw her in the driveway with her kids, packing up for it looked like a soccer game, I waved to her and smiled, and she blushed and smiled back. I'm not sure if she's admitted to herself what happened the other day, but I certainly have not forgotten it.

With the end of the spring break her kids are back in school so I imagine that her days are quiet at home. The noise of the sliding glass door might have alerted her to my presence because I heard her call over the fence. She said hello and I smiled and said hello back as I unzipped my pants to relieve myself from the last round of water.

What are you doing today? She asked.

“Just getting through work,” I said, “writing a presentation for next week’s staff meeting.

“No,” she said, “I mean what are you doing right now.”

“Well, I'm not laying naked on my lounge chair if that's what you're asking.”

I heard her laugh through the fence and imagined that she blushed a little.

Seriously, she asked, “What are you doing?”

“To be honest,” I said, “I'm taking advantage of the privacy and savings some money on my plumbing bill at the same time.”

“What?” Her voice raised a little, “Are you seriously peeing in your backyard?”

“Why not?” I said, “our esteemed governor has told us to save water so I'm doing my part, one flush at a time.”

“Can you wait for a minute?” She asked quietly.

“Yes,” I replied, “but why?”

“Just wait,” she said.

While I waited, I rearranged the weights to my infrequently used weight set, stacking the rusted plates into piles based on the numbers molded into the side. 25, 10, 5, 2.5, 1.5 and 1, were in neat little stacks by the time I heard my side gate open, then close with the click.

She walked into my backyard for the first time and looked around. She saw the rarely used trampoline, a relic of years of little kids and parties and sleepovers. She looked at the Playhouse I had built years ago and smiled. She looked at my dying flowers and my overgrown pomegranate tree and a dwarf orange that never grew. It remains a dwarf to this day.

“You're looking lovely today.” I said and meant it.  She was in a white T-shirt, a flowy linen skirt, and had her hair in a scrunchy, gathered at nape of her neck.

“I don't have a lot of time.” she said. “I have to go to the grocery store before I pick up the kids from school.”

“Why are you here, Holly?” I looked at her and waited for an answer.

“I want to watch.”

Her eyes darted around the backyard, trying to avoid my gaze, but eventually they returned so I can ask the inevitable question, “What do you want to watch?”

“Are we going to play this game every time?” She asked, “making me say the words I don't want to say.”

“Yes, Holly,” I stepped closer to her and took her by the left hand. “Every time.”

She held my hand as I walked out from under the shaded awning and into the bright sunlight. I slipped my feet out of my sandals and felt the cool grass and wet dirt under my toes. I knew what she wanted. I would gladly give it to her. But, she needed to be trained and there were rules to be followed.

I knelt down and felt the wet dirt the moisture of the wet dirt soaked through the denim of my jeans at the knee. I tapped the back of her calf and she lifted her foot and I slipped off her expensive loafers in the small ankle socks, on first her left, and then her right foot.

“That feels nice,” she said I stood back up and looked down at her, I can tell now that she was not wearing a bra under the white T-shirt, and nipples had hardened and I could see the gentle bumps.

“I make you say the words out loud so we both know what's going to happen, what you want to have happen, and most importantly, things that will not happen. Saying it out loud becomes my contract, our bond. I know what you want, you just have to admit it.”

A gentle breeze made the fabric of her skirt flutter in the wind.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want to watch you pee,” it was a whisper

I unbuckled my pants and unzipped the zipper

“Tell me again and tell me why.”

“I want to watch you pee in the backyard, the bright sun on your naked cock. I want to see it flow out of you and I want to hear it hit the ground. Why? I don't know, I've always liked it, I've always liked to watch.”

With a light touch on her shoulders, I had her sit down on the low cinder block wall the defined my planter space.

“Pull up your skirt.” I said, “You are going to join me.”

“What?” The question came out louder than she expected her head spun back and forth as if some unseen observer would react. “I've never done that before.”

“I know,” I said, “that's really why you wanted to come over here. You wanted to get away from your husband's security cameras and you wanted to feel this sun on your skin and you wanted me to give permission for you to do something new.”

“Perhaps,” was her reply. She stood up and gathered the soft fabric of her skirt up around her waist. She was wearing simple panties, not of the grandma variety, but not intentionally sexy either. They were clean and thin and white, and I could see the folds of her flesh through the gusset as she sat back down

“The key,” I said, “is to not make a mess come on to keep everything dry except the grass.”

“But I still have my panties on.”

“I know, but not for long.”

She smiled up at me as she sat on the wall. She leaned back and rested her body weight on one hand and allowed her legs to spread further.

“Take my panties off.” She said.

Without a word I knelt in front of her, brought her legs together, and grabbed the waistband and pulled them down.

Standing again, I gave the fabric a kiss as she watched.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, “but I'm nervous, and I don't know how it will happen.”

“You just have to relax, feel the sun out of your skin, And let it flow.  You can close your eyes if you want to.”

With those instructions, she allowed her legs to spread open, and I saw her lips for the first time. Her bush was trimmed tight but not shaved, her lips were exposed and pink and full as I stared at them. My God I was tempted to do more than just our agreed upon action.

“Just relax,” I said, “can you feel the pressure building?”

“Yes”, she replied.

“Can you feel it building up, can you feel the need,”

“Yes.”

I slipped out of my pants and boxers and stood half naked before her.

“Then let it go.”

She whimpered a little bit as I think she strained to push out the deep golden fluid while trying to relax at the same time. I kneeled down in front of her and put my hands on the inside of her thighs and pushed them wider.

“Let it go,” I said.

I saw a little dribble, and she whimpered.

“All of it,” I said with a more commanding tone.

“She took quick breaths, nervous breaths, and I pressed more firmly on her thighs.

“Please”, I asked, “I want to see you pee.”

With that encouragement she gasped, and a full golden stream flowed out from between the folds of her body.

“Don't stop”, I begged.

She seemed to shiver at the words and the stream continued, I felt it hit my skin, I held felt it to run down my stomach, I scooted closer to her and felt the warm stream cover my cock with golden fluid. She opened her eyes and gasped again as she saw her own stream covering my body.

With her free hand she began rubbing her clit, and I asked her if she wanted to cum.

“Yes please! I want to cum.”

I stood up, my cock fully hard, my bladder pulsing just below the skin, I took a deep breath and let it go

Her fingers circled her tight clit and she watched me twitch as my stream started, hesitant at first, fighting its way through the hard shaft, but as I cleared my head and closed my eyes, the flow was steady and strong.

It didn't take long for her to sit up, one hand furiously rubbing between her legs, the other hand coming into my shaft to guide the golden stream to her chest, soaking the thin white T-shirt until it was translucent, her nipples dark and round showing through the fabric. As my stream slowed, she looked up at the and said please, and she opened her mouth and guided the last few drops in.

“May I cum now Holly?” I asked.

She nodded and said “Yes.”