Private Show pt. 5

I rubbed my clit for him. We both watched as I fucked myself with three fingers. I heard him groan, but my eyes never left the screen. I saw a splash of white cross the monitor, and I felt his warm come on my pussy. He soaked my pussy lips with his come, and I rubbed his come into me. I was slick with his heat, and I rubbed, pinched, stroked my clit faster and faster. My fingers were covered with his come and my juices. I moaned, and I watched as my thighs started to tremble. I closed my eyes, and Charlie forced me to look up. "Watch yourself. See what I see."

I shoved my fingers hard inside me, and I pinched my clit. As I started to come, I watched my pussy shake and quiver. My clit danced beneath my fingers. My lips clenched, and I felt the rush of orgasm. I watched my hips thrusting towards my fingers. Charlie leaned over and pinched both of my nipples. I squirmed under his touch, and I started to shake. My clit was so sensitive, but I kept rubbing it. I wanted to stretch out my orgasm. I wanted to come over and over.

Charlie pushed my hand away and grabbed my clit between his two fingers. He used his other hand to massage my pussy lips. He inserted one finger inside me, and I tried to tell him to stop. I didn't say anything; I just moaned. I didn't want him to stop. My clit was so tender, but it felt so good.

When his second finger entered me, another wave of orgasm exploded through me. This time I did close my eyes. I felt his fingers working over me, his hands soaked with my come. My legs were trembling, and I felt tingles all over my body. When I finally opened my eyes, I said, "wow."

Charlie smiled at me. "Did you like that?"

"You know I did." I showed him the wet spot I had left. "See?" I giggled. I was feeling light-headed.

He frowned a little. "There's just one thing."

"Uh-oh. What?"

"I forgot to press record. I got so excited that I thought I did."

I laughed because he looked so disappointed. "That's okay."

He laid his head on my stomach. "Yeah, but I wish I had. I mean, that was unbelievably hot. I would have liked to watch it over and over. Watching you come so hard...so hot."

"Don't worry," I told him. I ran my fingers through his damp hair. "There's always next time." I was definitely looking forward to a next time.

THE END

Private Show pt. 4

Again I said, "Tell me what to do."

His voice was low. "Touch your pussy lips for me."

I rested my fingers on my clit and started to rub. I was soaking wet from the first orgasm. My cunt felt warm and slick with my juices.

"Touch your tits with the other hand."

My hand circled my nipples, stopping to pinch each one. I massaged my clit with the other hand. I watched my juices dripping from my pussy. I think I heard Charlie groan under his breath. His arm was moving faster, and I spread my legs wider.

"Yeah, that's it. Spread that pussy for me. Spread your lips. Open it up for me." Charlie's voice was a half-growl.

I spread my lips with my left hand. I put two fingers of my right hand inside me. I started to thrust my fingers hard into my pussy. He moaned, "Yeah, that's it." I stretched myself open with my fingers.

"Use three fingers," he demanded.

I inserted the third finger and moaned. I could feel my pussy stretch around my three fingers. I pressed my fingers deep inside me. I rubbed my clit faster. I watched my pussy on the computer screen. I was so wet that the sheets beneath me were damp with my juices. I saw myself stretched wide open. Charlie said, "Wider." I spread my thighs as far as possible. I felt so exposed, vulnerable, wanting. He moved the camera closer to me. My cunt glistened.

Charlie stood, and I saw his thick hard cock in front of me. He climbed onto the bed and kneeled next to me. He positioned his cock over me, but he didn't touch me. "Keep touching yourself," he said. "You're going to make me come."

To be continued...

I'm leaving for Comic Con tomorrow. No new blog updates until Sunday. Miss me!

Private Show pt. 3

[Part 1 is here]

As he was stroking himself, I was rubbing myself harder. My fingers were so slick, and I slipped two inside the warm folds of my pussy. My lips felt swollen, but my pussy was tight around my fingers. I watched his cock, and I felt the first waves of an orgasm. I moaned into the pillow, my clit throbbing under my fingertips.

I opened my eyes and saw Charlie looking at me. I wanted him inside me. I spread my legs wide for him, and his eyes went to my pussy.

He stood up, and his cock was right in front of my face. I reached for him, but he stopped my hand. "I want to try something. I want to record you on camera. I want to watch you touch yourself. Can you do that for me?"

I was so turned on that I nodded. "It's just for you, okay? Don't send it over the net or anything."

"I promise. We'll record it, and if you don't like it, I'll erase it. Okay?"

"Okay. Tell me what you want to see." I looked at the screen, and I saw the entire length of my body. The camera pointed right at my pussy. I spread my legs more, and I looked at my open pussy.

Charlie sat back in his chair and turned towards the monitor. He watched the screen and started stroking his cock again.

To be continued...

Private Show pt. 2

I already knew what I wanted to try. I told him, "Sit in your chair and show me what you do when you're online. I want to see exactly what they see."

He thought about it for a moment. "Are you sure? I know you said it's okay that I play online, but I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"I'll stop you if it gets uncomfortable. I just want to know how you play when you're alone."

"Okay." He placed the cam on his desk and turned his chair around. I laid on the bed, watching the back of his chair and the computer monitor. The view centered on his half-hard cock.

He said, "I never show my face. Most couples just want to see a large cock anyway."

"Braggart."

"No, just cocky." He laughed at his own joke.

I focused on the monitor. He had his hand around the shaft, and he was slowly stroking himself. He leaned back in his chair and sighed. I could hear him taking deeper breaths. His hand moved over the head of his cock, back to the shaft, squeezing, stroking. I wanted to kneel by his chair and take him into my mouth, but I restrained myself. I wanted to enjoy this show.

"So do you chat with people while you're camming?"

"No, it's too hard to type with one hand. I just let people watch, and I do my own thing. If they want to log off in the middle, whatever. I just like knowing that someone's watching." His hand encircled his cock, slowly moving up and down, up and down.

"Hmmm...It's a nice view." My hand wandered to my sensitive clit. I rubbed my clit slowly with two fingers. I was still moist from fucking, and I felt myself getting more wet.

I told him, "Just pretend that I'm not here. Do your own thing."

He glanced back and noticed my busy hand. He grinned and turned back to the cam. His strokes changed from long and slow to short and fast. His fingers circled his shaft, and his hips started moving a bit. He was milking his hard cock. His shaft looked so huge and thick, and his head looked much bigger than usual. Now I understand why some women liked to watch a man masturbate. Watching his cock, wanting to touch him, wanting to take that cock in my mouth and my pussy. The anticipation was killing me.

To be continued...

Private Show pt. 1

[another story from the personal archives. This is a slightly edited version of a story that appeared on Literotica, October 2005.]

I was on top, and my legs were starting to get tired. Charlie looked up at me and grinned. We hadn't been dating for too long, but I knew that look. I paused in mid-stroke and said, "What?"

He said, "Do you want to play with the web cam?"

I leaned back with his cock still inside me. "Hmmm..."

He said, "It's entirely up to you. I don't want to pressure you or anything..."

We had talked about it before. I was curious, but I had never played with a web cam. I knew he was into it, and I was open to trying it out. We had been dating for almost a year, and we were eager to add something new to our sex life. I shrugged and said, "Sure, why not?"

"Okay. Let me go find it."

He found the web cam and plugged it into his computer. His face was a little flushed, so I knew he was getting turned on. I glanced down, and his cock was still hard. I lay back on the bed as he got everything set up.

When we first started to get serious, he had casually mentioned that he owned a web cam. He seemed nervous when he told me, as if he was worried that I'd think he was a freak. I told him that I didn't own one, but I don't have any problems with him having one. He seemed relieved by my blase attitude, and later I asked him about his web cam adventures. He told me that he liked to show off, usually to straight couples. I admitted that I have some exhibitionist tendencies. I showed him the jpegs that I had taken of myself. He was quite impressed and thought I should post them on the web. He said that he could black out my face, but I was still unsure. That's when I told him that we should play with the cam together some time. If there's someone with me, maybe I wouldn't feel so self-conscious.

He turned the monitor towards me. "There you are."

I got my glasses from the nightstand. I saw my legs, my stomach, my breasts. "Wow." I crossed my legs and opened them slightly. "Damn, my boobs look pretty good from this angle."

He laughed. "Damn right! They're fantastic." He came over and cupped my breasts together with one hand. My eyes were on the computer screen. He whispered, "See how delicious you look?"

I was going to say something, but Charlie leaned over to suck on my nipples. I groaned and closed my eyes. "No, open your eyes," he commanded. He angled the camera, so that we could see down the entire length of my body. I adjusted slightly, and I spread my legs for the camera. For the first time, I was watching my pussy, seeing how wet and swollen I looked, looking at what he sees when he goes down on me. I was already wet from fucking, and I could see my plumped, pink lips.

He stopped licking and sat in his chair. He pulled the chair closer to the bed. "So what do you think? Is this too weird?"

"No." I looked into his eyes. "Not weird. Different but not weird."

"You look good. Really. You have a great body; any man would be lucky to see it."

"Aww, come here." We kissed, our hands still, only our mouths touching, sucking, savoring. He leaned back and whispered, "You're so beautiful."

This time I blushed. I glanced at the camera again. "Is this going out over the net?"

"Heck, no. I wouldn't do that without asking you." He re-adjusted the cam, so that it was centered on my breasts. "Do you want to go online?"

"No...not yet. It's my first time, you know."

"Okay, so what do you want to do?"

To be continued....

Gym Adventure (conclusion)

Part 1 begins here

I kept one hand on my breasts, and I used the other to continue stroking my sensitive clit. I rubbed my wet clit with quick, short strokes. James inched closer to me and held onto the machine for balance. His legs barely grazed mine, but he kept his hands to himself. I stared up into his face as I touched myself. My fingers felt like they were on fire. I was rubbing my clit so hard and fast that I didn't even realize how close I was. I wanted to stretch out my orgasm, but I was caught off-guard by how quickly I came.

I grunted when the first sensation hit me. I felt my clit tingle, and my pussy muscles began to clench tightly. It felt like I was melting into my shorts, and I moaned lightly. I didn't make much noise when I made myself come, and this time was no different. My pussy was trembling, and I pulled up my shorts with a shaky hand. I covered my breasts again, and I felt my eyes go back into focus.

I heard someone say "Holy shit," but he was the only one. The others chuckled, cleared their throats, shuffled their feet, and wandered away. One person clapped for a few seconds, and I laughed at that. Mostly the watchers were happy to have witnessed it, and they were ready to go home and take care of their aching cocks.

James grabbed my wet, sticky hand and put my fingers in his mouth. He said, "We need to go home. Now." I made sure that my clothes were back in place and took his hand. Halfway down the stairs, he picked me up and slung me over his shoulders. I laughed as he literally ran to the car.

He drove home like a maniac. By that time, my top was completely off, and my legs were spread wide. I continued to play with my clit while he sped home. He kept saying things like "I'm going to fuck you, fuck you good, fuck you so hard, oh my god, I want to fuck you so badly, going to fuck you so long and hard that you won't be able to walk."

And he did.

THE END

Gym Adventure pt. 6

If one of the staff members had walked upstairs at that moment, I would have stopped right there. But the night shift rarely ever came to the second floor. I had plenty of freedom to do whatever I wanted. At that moment, I wanted to come. I knew I could have asked James to help me out. Sometimes in dark clubs, he would finger me until I was dripping wet. He was not shy, and he loved to fool around in public. We had yet to have intercourse in public, but it was on our to-do list.

I knew he was struggling to keep his hands off me. I liked it like that. I wanted to pleasure myself, and I didn't want any disruptions. Any contact from him would have broken my concentration. I wanted to be selfish. I knew I could make it up to him later.

I felt there was a small audience. The man who had run out had been replaced by another pair of wide eyes. I still didn't look up, but I could sense their frozen stances. I must have been putting on quite a show. I went back to the task at hand. I pulled my shorts lower to show off more of myself. My top suddenly felt too small, and I pulled the spandex up and away from my breasts. That felt much better.

The moment I showed my breasts, I heard a collective gasp. Then silence. I focused on James, and I saw the muscle near his jaw twitch wildly. I smiled and squeezed my breasts together with both hands. I saw his throat muscles swallow, and I knew he was thinking of the last time he had his cock between my oiled-up breasts. I pinched my nipples together, and he closed his eyes for a brief moment. I knew he could picture what I was thinking.

To be continued...

Gym Adventure pt. 5

I stared at my boyfriend's mouth, and I pulled the waistband of my shorts down. Not completely down, but far enough. Far enough so you could see that I am completely shaved. Far enough to show my juicy pink clit. Far enough so you could see my fingers caressing my soft skin. Far enough to see me touching, rubbing, and stroking my clit. Far enough to know why face was beginning to look so flushed.

I don't know how long I sat there like that. I remember that James stood up, blocking my body from the mirror. If someone wanted to see the show, they would have to walk towards us. I remember that James looked like a modern caveman, practically panting as I rubbed myself in public. I remember hearing a gasp to my left, a moan to my right, but most of the men were silent. Probably holding their breath to see what happens next. No one spoke a word for fear of breaking the moment.

James was standing very close to me, but he didn't touch me. With his eyes, he asked me if I needed any assistance. I looked away, and I slid one finger into my wet slit. I was probably making a wet spot on the bench, but I didn't think anyone would mind. I still didn't look up at anyone else, but I could hear someone groan and walk quickly away. If I had to guess, I would say he was headed to the men's room to take care of his upcoming orgasm.

My breasts felt sore, swollen, and so sensitive. I took my free hand and pinched my already hard nipples. I heard another low growl, and I knew it was James. I pinched my left nipple, then my right, back to my left. The entire time, my fingers rubbed my clit faster. You could even hear how moist I was. I was getting close, but I didn't think I could come with an audience. I looked down at my clit, and I saw how swollen it was, like a piece of ripe fruit ready to be picked.

If I heard another sigh, another moan, any other person, I would have stopped right there. But everyone was so silent. You couldn't even hear anyone breathe. Later I found out that no one stood closer than 10 feet anyway. I imagine they were all afraid of the intense look on my boyfriend's face.

To be continued...

Gym Adventure pt. 4

James stopped his rep and glanced over, then downwards. He raised his eyebrows when he saw my pale flesh. My right hand slowly slipped into the leg of my shorts and touched my exposed skin. My fingers slid deeper and I touched the moist folds of my pussy. I adjusted the leg of my shorts and lightly laid my damp fingers on my boyfriend's thigh.

I heard a low groan in his throat. He whispered, "Ohshit, you're killing me."

I giggled and looked into the mirror again. Oops. Two guys had seen my little show and were turned away, trying to cover the rising hard-ons. I blushed a little.

James put down his weights and suggested that we work on my legs. Now this should be interesting, I thought to myself.

We went to the leg curl machine, and he started with 14 reps. He adjusted the weights when it was my turn, and I went to work. I sat on the bench with my feet touching the floor. Under the guise of adjusting the seat bench, James leaned over and his hands slipped into my shorts. I was so wet that the tip of his finger slid right into me. We both gasped a little, and he recovered first. He said, "Ok, now you're ready." I giggled and went to work.

During my reps, I concentrated on extending my legs, letting my thighs do most of the work. I had fairly strong legs, and I enjoyed doing leg extensions. After one set, I copped a quick feel of my boyfriend's package. As I suspected, he was rock-hard. He pointed his finger at me and said, "Don't do that, you minx."

I pouted. "Why not?"

He whispered into my ear. "Because I don't want to cum right in my shorts. You're driving me up the wall by doing that."

"Doing what?" My hand slid into my shorts. "This?" I pulled down my shorts for two seconds. "Breathe, honey. Don't forget to breathe."

James exhaled with a whoosh. His face was red, and it looked like his head was about to explode. His eyes ran from my face to my lips to my breasts to my shorts and back up to my eyes. He gave me that look. You know, the look that says I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight that your head will spin. I crave that look.

I felt bold. I was warm, wet, and horny. The extra male attention was an added bonus. I didn't know how many were watching, but I could sense that we had an audience. (Later James told me that it was a group of 6 men gathered around us.) I didn't want to look up, because I thought I would lose my courage. If I met someone's eyes, I knew I wouldn't have the guts to do what I did next.

To be continued...

Gym Adventure pt. 3

When we entered the weights area, all eyes were on me. But just for a few seconds. We were regulars, so the other members acknowledged us with a nod and went back to their routines. We never talked with the regulars, only said hello once in a while. The hardcore regulars weren't there to socialize; they were there to work out and go home.

Still men can't help being men. While James warmed up on the bike, I sat on the mats to stretch. I was in front of the mirrors, so I could several sets of wide eyes aimed at my reflection. I spread my legs into a wide V and stretched my arms towards my toes. One-two, one-two...I glanced at my reflection and saw that my shorts rode up a bit. You could see my upper thighs and just the slightest hint of my mound.

James yawned loudly, and I saw two members jump slightly. I suppressed a laugh and continued my stretching. The crowd was mixed: a few old timers, two college-age youngsters, three middle-aged guys. I didn't really pay attention to any particular person. I thought that if someone wants to peek, then he is free to do so. I enjoyed the attention, but I wasn't there to flirt. There is a very thin line between showing off and flirting, and I knew that well. That's why I didn't really make substantial eye contact with any particular person. Maybe that is being cruel, but that is the arrangement that James established. They can look, but I don't look back. After he was warmed up, James walked towards me with a sly grin on his face. "I think we should work on your arms tonight. I'll help you."

I sat on one weight bench, and he sat on the one next to me. We were both facing the wall-length mirror. I straddled the bench and spread my legs. Again my shorts rode up to my upper thighs. James grinned and handed my 7.5 lb. free weights. I started with bicep curls. As I counted my reps, I noticed how my top accentuated the contours of my breasts. I glanced around the room, and I saw that the entire crew was trying so hard not to stare. Two guys actually stopped their workouts to walk around the floor. One started walking towards me, noticed James' broad shoulders, and went to the water fountain instead.

I was done with my biceps. James gave me 10 lb. weights and went to work on the 65 lb. ones for himself. I did two sets of shoulder presses and kept track of the gazes around us. Most of the guys continued to work on the weight machines, looking at me once in a while between reps. My shoulders were sore, so I dropped the weights on the floor. I stretched my arms over my head and leaned back to stretch out my back. When I was upright again, I saw that my shorts had slipped to one side. Anyone who saw my reflection could see a glimpse of my bare pussy.

"Oops." I tried not to grin.

To be continued...

Gym Adventure pt. 2

When we arrived at the gym, we saw one of the regulars in the parking lot. I couldn't remember his name, but he came over to say hello. He was a young guy, early 20s, intra-mural football player. Nice guy, but he gave off a stoner vibe. He and James chatted a few minutes about sports, and I felt his eyes wander towards me quite a few times. I pretended to listen to their conversation, and I tilted towards him. The evening air was chilly, and I felt my nipples harden. I knew my top didn't leave much room to the imagination, and I could sense that the kid was squirming. I almost wanted to glance down and see how much I was affecting him. By then, their chat had tapered off, and James was ready to go inside.

He patted me on the butt as we walked towards the entrance. He said, "Damn, I thought that guy's eyes were going to pop right out of his head." He chuckled.

He went into the locker room to store his jacket and keys. I didn't bring anything so I waited for him outside. One of the members walked by and said, "Why, hello there!" His eyes flitted on my top, and he blushed a little. I thought it was cute and smiled in response. He gave me a tiny salute and walked towards the exit.

James did a walk-through to check out the crowd. He said it was a small crowd, maybe a dozen in all. The aerobics class had finished earlier, so there were only two or three females around. He suggested that we work out on the second floor. He wanted to do some lifting tonight, and he saw a few acquaintances who could be his spotters.

He grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs. I could tell that he was looking forward to our little adventure. I knew he enjoyed the public teasing as much, maybe more, than I did. When we first started dating, he would buy me tight tops and short-shorts. He said that I had a great body and that it was a waste if I didn't show it off. At first, I felt self-conscious, but I started to enjoy the attention. Since I only dressed that way when I was with him, I felt completely comfortable with myself. He's a big guy, so most admirers know better than to make their stares too obvious.

James said that I was a closet exhibitionist. I'm not sure if that's actually the case. I enjoy dressing up for him, because he likes it. I love how excited he gets when we're out. I love that he can hardly keep his hands from my body. I especially love the hot, sweaty sex we have after our public adventures. I don't know if I'm an exhibitionist. Just a horny girl with a slightly narcissistic streak. I know I look good, and I don't mind if guys notice that either. As long as James is around as a barrier, I feel fine with strutting around without underwear.

To be continued...

Gym Adventure pt. 1

(another story from my Literotica days - 2004. Note that I'm posting this unedited, so the story is more raw than my usual stuff.)

By the time my boyfriend came home, I was already dressed for the gym. That morning I had mentioned that it had been a while since we went to the gym together. I thought it was time for a nice hot adventure. He took the hint right away and suggested a late workout. It was Tuesday, and only the hardcore regulars would be around after 9:30pm.

James stalked into the apartment with a scowl on his face. I knew he had been having a hard time training the new staff members. He glanced at me, took two steps, and looked back. His frown lines eased a bit, and he asked, "Is that a new outfit?"

I rolled my eyes. "No, you've seen this before." I ran my hands over my white crop top. The cotton-spandex blend hugged my breasts, showing off my natural bounce. James came closer to touch my blue running shorts. I had cut 2 inch slits up the sides to show off my legs. I rolled up the waistband of my shorts and wore them low. I glimpsed my boyfriend's hard-on, and I knew that my outfit was top-notch.

James pulled me into a tight embrace, and I lay my head on his firm chest. When we first met, I was intimidated by his size. He is 6'4'' with massive arms and broad shoulders. As long as he stays away from fried foods, his body fat hovers around 9%. In the past two years, he lifted less and did more cardio. As a result, his build became leaner, and I encouraged that.

He leaned over and lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and nuzzled my face into his beard. It turned me on that he could just pick me up and carry me all over the place. At 5'1'' I had a fetish for very tall guys. I enjoyed the feeling of being wrapped up into long arms. Our size difference became non-existent in the bedroom. We were a perfect fit, in more ways than one.

After a brief make-out session, he was ready to go. His cock felt rock-hard, and I admired his self-restraint. His touch had made my pussy wet, and I worried that you could notice the damp spot on my shorts. At his request, I took off my panties and decided to go commando for the night. He was in a feisty mood, and so was I.

To be continued...

keyword erotica

I'm going to try a writing experiment using the keywords on my statcounter. I'll take the most popular keyword/phrase and write a quickie about it.

The first phrase in today's list: "I slid my hand under her skirt"

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As I opened the car door for her, she surprised me with a kiss. It wasn't just any sweet kiss. She spun me around, pushed me against the car, and pressed her soft lips against mine. She caught me by surprise, but I wasn't complaining. Despite the bold move, she seemed nervous. Her hands fluttered up and down my arms until I grabbed them. I put her hands on my waist and wrapped her in my arms. She melted into my embrace and parted her lips.

I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, pressed lightly with my teeth. I tasted her with my tongue as she moaned into my mouth. She tilted her hips forward until she ground against my hard on. I opened one eye to see if we had any company. So far the parking lot was empty, but I didn't want to take any chances.

I stepped into the passenger seat and pulled her with me. As she straddled my waist, I closed the car door. Even when I pushed the seat back, it was a tight fit but I had enough room to maneuver. Kissing her once more, I tugged her straps down her shoulders. I sucked her caramel-colored nipple into my mouth. First one then the other, rolling them gently with my tongue. She moaned and ground against me harder.

I slid my hand under her skirt. My eyes went wide. "You minx. You're not wearing any panties."

She grinned in response.

I lifted her hips to get access to my zipper. I didn't even take time to take my pants off. I pulled myself out of my boxers and slid inside her. She was as tight and wet as I anticipated. It took me a lot of willpower to keep from coming right there. I grabbed her by the hips and bounced her on my cock. She moaned quietly like she was afraid of making too much noise. Or maybe she was always this quiet. I couldn't wait to see if she could be more vocal.

She shuddered once as she came. Almost demure. I groaned as I came inside her. I helped her slide off me, and I opened the car door. As I took the passenger seat, she hesitated before sitting down.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"I think I'm going to get your seat all wet."

I laughed. "It's okay, honey. Just sit and be comfortable." After that after-dinner treat, a wet seat was the last thing I was worried about.

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In the Back Row pt. 5

I pulled on my dress but left the buttons open. He had his coat over me, and we literally sprinted to his car. I may have short legs, but I'm pretty fast. I guess we were both too eager. After checking for security guards, I climbed into the backseat of his SUV. I took the dress off again, and he licked me to make sure I was still wet. I was dripping, but I wanted one last lick. I got on all fours on the seat, and he stood next to the door. He would keep an eye out of anyone walking by. I was naked, on my hands and knees, and he was still dressed. I thought that was really hot. It made me feel like some slut about to service a stranger.

He unzipped his pants, and his long thick cock looked ready and eager. I offered him a blowjob, but he declined. He said he wanted pussy, and that was fine by me. He slipped on a condom, and we were both ready. I told him to be gentle, since it might be a tight fit. He eased the tip of his cock into me slowly. I was soaking wet, and I leaned back into him. He started rocking his hips until he was all the way inside me. I thought it would be painful, but it wasn't. It just felt so good; every inch of me was filled.

We slowly worked into a rhythm. His hips started rocking faster and faster. I felt myself pushing against him, pushing more of his cock inside me. Soon I was matching his beat, moving my hips against his. I could feel my thighs getting wet. I urged him on with my grunts, and his moans soon matched mine. I wanted it deeper and told him so. He responded with strong thrusts, his hands grabbing my hips and slamming me against his cock. I held back my screams and moaned into the car seat.

He pushed down on my upper back until my head was on the seat and my ass was high in the air. From that angle, penetration felt even deeper. I could feel his cock hit my cervix. It was painful but felt good at the same time. His strokes turned from slow and gentle to rough and fast. I liked it even more. He was murmuring my name over and over, and I gushed all over his cock.

His hand on my hips, cock pumping into me, he leaned close to my face and whispers, "come for me again." And I do. He hit it deeper and faster. "Come for me." I shudder, my muscles convulsing on him. We're both covered in sweat, and his thighs are sticky with my come. He tells me he's getting close. I turned my face towards him and said, "I want to watch you come." He nodded, pumped me a few more times, and flipped me over.

I'm on my back, still shaking, gasping. He tore the condom off and showed me his huge cock. He stroked himself once, twice. He groaned and the first shot covered my nipples. The second gets me across the mouth. I licked my lips. The rest gets all over my stomach. I've never seen someone come so much at one time. My mouth and upper body are covered in his come.

Being the gentleman that he is, he retrieved a towel from under the seat and wipes me off. After such a deep fucking, he's so gentle when cleaning me up. Not only is he sexy, but he's a nice person as well.

I looked at him with a huge smile on my face. "I like you."

He seemed suprised but then says, "Thank you. I like you, too."

Usually I let the guy make the first move. In this case, I decided to go for it. "So when can I see you again?"

He didn't even hesitate. "You want to get a nightcap somewhere? I know this place that makes great pecan pie."

Pie is my favorite dessert. "This could be the start of a beautiful friendship, my dear." And I meant it.

The End

In the Back Row pt. 4

As he manhandled my breasts with his mouth, one hand slipped between my legs. He muttered, "oh, so wet." I moaned in agreement. Breast play really gets me going. His fingers slid over my wet pussy lips. I felt the tip of one finger enter me, and it felt so good. I was in heat, and I spread my legs wide for his touch. His long finger entered me, slipping inside easily. He put a second finger inside, and I could feel my wetness gushing over him.

He took his fingers out of me and sucked them. Then he kissed me deep. As I was recovering from the kiss, he put his fingers on my clit and began stroking it just the way I like it. He put his two fingers inside my pussy and used his thumb to stimulate my clit. It was better than any vibrator I've ever had. I was getting the best handjob of my life.

The seat beneath me was getting so wet, and I felt a little guilty about that. The next patron was going to be in for quite a surprise. Everything felt so good that I didn't care. His magic fingers coaxed a short orgasm from me, and I moaned into his hot mouth. His fingers and thumb kept rubbing faster and faster, and I came again. It's like he had a robotic hand that just wouldn't quit. The second orgasm came in long waves, and I slumped back in my seat.

With his fingers still inside, he slid to the ground. It was a tight fit, but he was able to kneel in front of me. He put his mouth on my clit and sucked it into his mouth. His fingers hooked upwards and further into me. I immediately exploded, and my body started to shake. I didn't even know I could have multiple orgasms. I had always assumed that was an urban myth.

I had my head back on the seat. When we first started, I had one eye out for any passers-by. Now I didn't care at all. My clit and pussy throbbed, and I didn't care who knew it.

He continued to eat me like I was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. He used his tongue and lips all over me and in me. I pulled his head up for a quick kiss, and I licked my juices off his mouth and chin. The bottom of his face was soaking wet. He bent down again and pressed his face between my thighs. He licked me in long smooth strokes, all the way from the clit, down my slit, to my asshole, and starting all over again.

We had agreed that our first meeting didn't have to lead to full sex. At that moment I was so wet and ready that I needed to feel cock pumping inside me. I whispered my intentions into his ear. I could feel him grin, and he answered, "my car's parked in the quiet corner of the lot." That was good enough for me.

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In the Back Row pt. 3

He attacked my lips, and I responded. In seconds his hands were all over my bra, exploring, squeezing. My nipples hardened under his large hands. Then I did what I wanted to do from the minute I saw him. I put my right hand in his lap and squeezed his crotch. He was already rock hard under my grip. I had seen him in his full glory from pictures. I knew he was on the larger side of the spectrum, and I was curious about how that would feel in my hand. I had been with well-endowed men, but he was by far the biggest of the bunch. I'm not a size queen, but I was really curious.

His hands turned rougher against my breasts, and I liked that. I moaned into his ear and started to stroke his cock through his pants. His busy fingers groped the back of my bra, and I said, "the hook's in the front." He unhooked it right away and slipped my bra off in one clean motion. I unbuttoned the last button of my dress. You could see my body all the way to my navel. He leaned back to study me some more while I fondled and played with his solid cock.

I could see his teeth as he grinned. I wanted his mouth all over me. I reached over to unbuckle his belt, but he held my hand on him. "Not so fast," he said. "I'm not done with you yet."

He leaned towards me, and his arms gripped the top of my dress. He pulled down, and I was suddenly topless. I tried to grab my dress, but his grip was strong. He kept shushing me, so I decided to be still. He took his jacket off my lap and slipped my dress entirely off me. I was now sitting completely nude in a movie theater.

I looked around, but I didn't see any curious eyes locked on me. I could see a few couples making out, but everyone else was focussed on the movie. A put his lips to my ear and said, "don't worry. I'll keep you safe. Now let me see that pretty body."

I was nervous, but a part of me was thrilled. Besides from skinny dipping in a lake, this was the first time I've been nude in public. I know people weren't watching me, but the thought that anyone could get up at that moment and see my breasts and my pussy...well just the thought sent shivers down my spine. I felt the wetness between my thighs, and I knew this was turning me on.

Obviously this was turning on my date as well. He let his eyes and hands wander all over my body. A touch here, a squeeze there, never lingering too long in one place. He bent down and took my nipple into his mouth. I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair. He licked and sucked first one nipple, then the other, back again. He tried to suck my entire breast into his mouth. He squeezed my tits together and put both nipples into his mouth. I was in heaven. He knew I had sensitive nipples, and he nibbled on them.

I tried to stroke him again, but the angle was all wrong and my arms were too short. He didn't seem to mind. He said I could take care of him afterwards. Right now it was all about me. How nice for a change. I knew that this one could be a great fuck buddy.

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In the Back Row pt. 2

I'm not shy so I made the first move. I tilted my head up and leaned in for a kiss. His lips melted under mine. At first it was just lips touching, tasting, exploring. Then the tips of our tongues meeting, touching briefly, retreating, meeting again. Then we were pressing our mouths into each other. I was devouring him, and he was tasting me. Our first kiss lasted a full 10 minutes. By that time, I was already a little breathless.

He pulled back, looked into my eyes and breathed, "wow."

Indeed.

By this time the previews had rolled on. I looked around and I saw a few couples scattered here and there. None in the back row. A young couple did make their way towards the back row, but they changed their minds and headed towards the middle. So far, so good. It was my first time at public play, so I didn't want an actual audience.

I was about to say something about the small crowd, but he cut me off with his mouth. I didn't mind at all. We kissed for a few more minutes, and his hands started kneading my neck. I love neck rubs, and I absolutely melted under his fingers. My hands wandered over the curves of his tight biceps, his hard shoulders, his smooth broad back. It was like being back in high school, except we were both experienced.

He broke the kiss and went for my neck. I had to bite my tongue to keep from moaning. He licked my neck, my ears, then lower. He tasted the flesh at my collarbone, dipped into my cleavage. I was mad for his touch. Every lick sent tremors throughout me. He went for the buttons on my dress. I noticed he had big hands with long fingers. I love a man with nice hands.

His fingers were shaking just a tiny bit, and I thought that was very cute. I helped him with the first button. He could see the cups on my white bra. He had no trouble with the second and third buttons. Now he could see my entire chest. It was dark, but I know he could see the whiteness of the bra and paleness of my skin. He leaned back in his seat to study me. He had seen my bare breasts from the photos I sent him, but I still felt a little self-conscious.

He leaned closer to me and whispered, "Are you sure you're a B-cup? You look like a full C to me."

I pushed him away, but I was flattered. I know my breasts look bigger because of my small frame. I may not be a busty girl, but I'm proud of what I've got. I thought about explaining this to him, but instead I grabbed the back of his head and whispered, "Just shut up and kiss me." Unoriginal but it seemed perfect at the time.

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In the Back Row pt. 1

[More nostalgic smut - this is another tale that first appeared on Literotica.com, summer of '05]

Alan agreed to meet me at a coffee shop first. Neither of us was new to the online hook-up scene, so meeting in a public place was the natural first step. I was a little nervous, but I think that's normal. We had exchanged photos, and I knew the attraction was mutual. Our phone conversations had worked for the both of us, so meeting in person was long overdue.

I sipped my iced latte, and I sat at a table by the front door. As requested I was wearing a short sleeveless cotton dress, buttons running down the front, adorned with yellow butterflies. It was late evening, so maybe it was too late for such a summery dress. The area had been going through a tremendous heat wave, so it was warm enough for that dress. Under the dress, I wore a simple white bra, hooks in the front for his convenience. I thought about wearing thong panties, but I wanted to feel the cool breeze on my bare skin.

I read a paper while I waited. I told him I'd be pretty easy to spot. Just look for the asian girl with glasses and purple streaks in her hair. I am going through my latent punk phase at the moment. After a few minutes, I looked up, and I immediately recognized him from the photos. He looked exactly like the pictures he sent, so he got extra points for that. Tall, lean, early 30s, big blue eyes and a boyish smile. From our naughty exchanges, I knew that his boy-next-door looks hid a kinky side. That made him even more attractive.

I got up and he hugged me hello. "You look nice," he spoke into my ear. "I hope I'm not too late."

"No. I was a bit early." I inhaled deeply. He didn't wear too much cologne. Another point.

We sat down so I could finish my latte. He said he wasn't thirsty. The look in his eyes told me all I needed to know. He liked what he saw, and he was ready for our little experiment to begin. Usually I don't like men who are too eager, but I made an exception for him. He was just too cute, and I was waiting to see how naughty he could be.

He planned everything perfectly. We picked a smaller theater in a relatively quiet area of town. There was a moderate sized crowd, but not the huge crowds you see at the multiplex cinemas. As we waited for our late show to start, we noticed that it was mostly couples, young and old. This theater wasn't located near a huge mall, so we didn't have to worry about any kids running about.

We entered the theater early so we could get a seat in the back row, near the corner, away from the main stairway. I remember it was some kind of artsy foreign film, but I don't remember the name of the movie.

I sat near the wall, and we cuddled closer. Even if someone were to sit near us, his body would shield me from view. Even though he wasn't built, he was tall, about 6'2''. I could easily hide my 5'1'' frame from prying eyes.

"Are you cold?" he asked.

"Not really."

"Well, take this anyway." He took off his coat and laid it across my lap. He let his fingers linger on my thighs for a bit before laying his hands in his lap.

"Thank you. You're so sweet." I leaned my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me. We were like a regular couple.

To be continued...