Future of Porn

I tend to zone out on the train journey home, disappear into my own world for the thirty-minute trip and avoid everyone else. I was on my way to doing this when I looked up to see the woman opposite me. She was older, I guessed around forty-five or so, but attractive and very sweet looking, her face seemed to smile even though she wasn’t. She looked like the type of woman who’d get left behind, considered too nice and dumped in favour of someone sexier. This appealed to me though. I looked down to her hands, fingers entwined and resting on her legs. There was no ring to be seen. I glanced up and her eyes caught mine and glistened slightly, enough to notice, not overtly so to cause any real meaning. Her face carried on looking happy.

Halfway home and I was still sneaking looks at her, smiling weakly and holding my gaze on her for a little longer each time. We were both crammed in, people to the side wedging us both against the window and so we both gazed out of it, dreaming of being anywhere but here.

I noticed her reflection, looking at me and smiling slightly more than her natural look. I smiled back and she looked away quickly, but soon returned her eyes to mine in the reflection.

The train started to clear at a popular station and we shifted in our seats, taking advantage of the extra room now. We looked at each other and smiled at each other properly, for the first time.

I’d been studying her on the journey; she was well dressed, plain, but not dowdy. Her figure looked good beneath the layers, she certainly wasn’t carrying much extra baggage and she looked as if she stayed in shape. She resembled a schoolteacher of old, the type you only see in films, kind and caring, but with a smouldering core. I really wanted her.

We spoke, both at the same time, expressing our relief at the extra room. Then we both laughed, awkwardly and smiled together.

“I like this part of the journey,” she informed me, “where I can start to relax. It’s even better on a Friday.”

“Oh yes, it sets you up for the weekend by having the last few stops almost to yourself.”

I was starting to fish for information as the where she’d be getting off the train. Regulars tend to go into the carriage nearest the exit to their station, so there was every chance we’d be alighting together. Certainly, I didn’t expect her to get off in the next two stops, that would leave her to walk the length of the platform to get to the exit. Still, there wasn’t much time to try and get a decent conversation going. I needed a good intro line and I wasn’t very good at them.

She sighed softly and stretched her legs out to her side and leaned against the side of the train, as if settling down.

“Well, I’m pretty much set for a relaxing weekend.” I blurted out, without really thinking.

“Good. I think I am too, nothing really planned, that’s my idea of relaxing.”

I gazed into her eyes and she seemed to smile deeper as I did so. The train rattled along, but our eyes never left each other as we bumped along.

“Yup. I’ll go home and watch TV, do nothing and just take it easy. There’s only a few other things that relax me more.”

She laughed, maybe catching the glint in my eye as I made that last remark. A sweet smile spread across her face.

“Maybe giving a woman a leisurely blow job would ease the stress.” I added.

There was a silence above the clatter of metal wheels on iron rails. Her eyes still didn’t leave mine and the smile stayed on her face. She laughed softly and quietly.

“Do you say that to all the women you meet on the train home?” She enquired, tilting her head slightly.

“No, just the ones who I’d love to lick to orgasm.”

Her eyes flickered slightly, but stayed fixed, warmly, on mine. I swear I saw a flame ignite deep down.

“And do you get any positive comments when you do say that?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never said it before.” Which, actually, was true.

She broke away her gaze and stared out the window, slightly perplexed and then relaxing again. She looked back at me. She was still smiling.

“It’s nearly my stop. I suspect it’s yours too.”

I wasn’t entirely sure what she meant by that, either it was an opening for me, or she had used the same logic as I had as to where people alight.

“Yes, nearly there.” I paused. My heart fluttered and I took a mental gulp. “So, how do you like to relax?”

“I was hoping you could tell me.” She said, half in a whisper as if saying it shocked her.

“Hmmmmm, I think I know, it’s on the tip of my tongue.” I smiled as I said the words, my heart racing with the excitement.

“I bet it is.” She looked away again as the train pulled from a station that might be one away from hers. She stayed quiet for several seconds, each marked by the hammering of my blood through my body.

She turned to me again and leaned forward. “So, what do you get in return?”

“The pleasure of seeing your sweet face as you’re coming.”

She stayed stock-still and I could feel she was breathing heavier. “You want to give without taking?”

“Yes.” I whispered.

“Why should I trust you? Why should I let you do that? Isn’t it crazy of me?”

“Yes, crazy. There is no reason for you to trust me. I don’t even know if I could make you cum. All I know is that I’d love to put my head between your spread legs and languidly lick you with the hope that when I look up over your naked body I will see your face with a mask of pure ecstasy as you’re enveloped in an orgasm.”

Her eyes blazed again, just for an instant and looked away.

“It’s my stop.” Again, she returned her gaze deep into me. “Time to relax”

She stood quickly and turned for the door, my face inches away from her behind as her skirt twirled, trying to catch her up. It was a shapely bottom, not wide or long and looking very cute as the skirt hung over it, emphasising the roundness. I was transfixed by it as it swayed away and was almost lost in thought. It was her voice that snapped me to attention.

“Coming?” She said. One word, but filled with meaning. Her tone was deeper than her usual light voice, an accent-less English lady who could talk clearly and crisply. Instead, that word was sultry, a hint of heat around the edges, a glimpse into her private side.

I jumped to my feet and bounded after her as she pushed the button to open the door. They sighed as they parted, almost as loudly as I was doing inside. The cooler evening air brushed over us, cooling us for a few seconds as we stepped out and headed off together.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this. A complete stranger makes an obscene suggestion to me on a train and here I am taking him home!” She chuckled lowly. “I would say I’m old enough to be your mother, but I don’t think that is the case, although it could be touch and go.”

“Well, with kids today it’s hard to tell if they’re siblings or offspring. But I have a feeling you are a lot more refined than that.” Again, she laughed, quietly, at my comment. I had no idea of her age, but I’d put about twelve years between us.

“You are quite the charmer. Tell me, what’s a handsome lad like you doing trying to seduce old biddies like me?”

The word “trying” struck me and I faltered for half a step and then recovered. She still wasn’t won over.

“I wouldn’t call you either old or a biddy. You’re an incredibly attractive and alluring woman. You have a sweet and kind face and the more I looked at you and noticed your features and movements, the more I wanted to make you cum.”

“That’s very kind of you to say that. Are you doing some kind of community care programme? Make a middle-aged lady happy. Do you get a badge, like Boy Scouts do?”

“No. I’ll just get the memory and if I see you on the train again I will get an incredible feeling inside knowing that I’d given you an orgasm. I saw you and wanted you, wanted to see your face with pure pleasure on it. Basically, I fancied you.”

She laughed again and then the only sound was our feet as we paced along. This was my stop too, but we’d headed in a different direction since leaving the train and I felt a bit lost. The other commuters that had got off alongside us had soon gone, which was lucky considering the conversation. We were alone now, walking down a street lit with the orange flow of an evening sky. The birds were in full song now and it felt right to just be quiet as we approached her place. She started to reach into her pocket for her keys and my nerves jangled with them as she reached for the door. It was a converted flat, the top half of an old house and the stairs were right behind the front door. She led me in, saying nothing and then closed the door behind me, firmly. We glanced at each other and smiled, awkwardly now. All the bravado had gone. She had called my bluff. Except it wasn’t a bluff. I wanted her.

I followed her shapely bottom up the stairs. There was a small living room with a kitchen off to one side. A door led away from either end of the room, one ajar, revealing a bed, pristinely made, from what I could see.

“Make yourself comfortable.” She instructed. Her voice seemed shaky, her nerves were kicking in too.

I removed my shoes and padded around in my socks as she placed our jackets away, depositing her bag and strode back.

“Would you care for a drink? Tea, Coffee, Water, Juice… I think that’s all I have.”

My mouth was dry and my head light, I needed water and asked for some.

She came towards me and handed me a glass. She then raised hers.

“Cheers.”

“Yes, cheers.” I gulped and raised my drink, clinking the glass to hers and then taking a mouthful. It felt good, invigorating and cleansing.

“Would you like anything to eat?” She quizzed, considerately and with care in her voice.

“Yes, you.”

Again her eyes blazed. She took a gulp of water and the marched past me, into the room with the open door.

“Well?” came the call from the room. “Shall I start without you?” and the laughter had returned to her voice now.

I took another sip, turned and walked into her bedroom.

She stood, slightly nervously, arms at her side and staring straight at me. “It would be slightly more romantic if you undressed me, don’t you think?”

I just nodded. My mind was too busy to worry about talking. I stood before her and reached up, my fingers reached for the soft material of her shirt and found a button, rolling it between my fingertips and twisting it so that it passed through the hole. With each unbuttoning the material gaped slightly more. My hands grasped at the bottom and pulled it from the restraint of her skirt, allowing me access to the rest of the buttons until the shirt draped open, allowing a glimpse of her white bra underneath. I smiled at her and her eyes showed an element of fear. I placed my hands under the material and onto her belly, which was fairly flat and felt toned. I rested my palms on her for a few seconds, looking at her as if to soothe her worries. Her look gave me the answer to my unasked question and I spread my hands and raised them, casting aside the cloth as I made my way to her shoulders, lightly brushing her breasts through the material of her bra as I went. The shirt dropped from her shoulders, baring them to me and, again, showing that she was quite athletic as they stood solid. The shirt landed behind her feet and she looked down, as if worried that it might crease. I stroked her shoulder, which brought her eyes back to me and my fingertips displaced a strap of her bra, allowing to flop down onto her upper arm.

“You have a very good body.” escaped my lips and she giggled and lowered her eyes.

“Nice to know all that gym money has paid off.”

I let my hand run down her arm and over her hand, my fingers splaying to entwine with hers briefly. It then settled on the top of her skirt, fingers running along the edge of the material where it met her skin. She shivered slightly. Both hands now rested on her clothing, slowly working towards the fastening at the side. I found a button and unhooked it, still looking into her eyes, relishing the sparks that ignited there. I held the little metal tongue of her skirt zip between two fingers and gently tugged it down. It didn’t flow smoothly, this was a work skirt, robust and designed to stay in place. My force was insistent and it lowered, the plastic teeth parting with a roar as the noise filled the room, but barely made a sound. I could feel the material sag under my other hand as I held it to her hip and soon the whole wait was suspended by my fingers as I removed them, one by one, until the last digit was all between her skirt dropping and staying put.

I straightened the finger and watched her eyes and the item of clothing fell in a pool around her feet. She held my gaze and stepped out of the crumpled cloth, taking a pace backwards that allowed me to look at her fully.

Her underwear was functional. Mismatched bra and knickers, the top white, the bottom peach. The knickers were like briefs, not cut up the leg, but covering a lot of her, including the tops of her thighs. The bra had a small lace trim, but not enough to be considered risqué, or even seductive. She looked amazing. However old she was, it didn’t show on her body, but maybe I was just crazy with desire. There was a bit of extra skin around her middle, but she was firm and my mind raced at the thought of what lay beneath the last two items of clothing.

“I’m sorry,” She blurted out, “I haven’t even got matching undies on!”

“That doesn’t matter, you look incredible.” I eyed her up as I said it, my gaze settling on the area between her legs, as if trying to see through to her pubic hair and wondering if she was getting wet.

I stepped forward and placed my hands on her hips. She turned slightly in my hands and I traced a path upwards to her bra strap, her motion allowing me access to the clasp at the back. My fingers fixed up on, holding it between them and moving the strap to free the hook from the eye. She turned a bit more to make it easier and so shielded her breasts from my vision. I let the strap go and then moved my hands to her shoulder to brush off the last remaining constraint, the hoops slipping down over her toned arms, her moving of them aiding the fall. I still couldn’t see her breasts as she had her back almost fully towards me. Blindly, I slid my hands under her arms and felt the soft skin of her breasts. They were still quite firm and a good size, not too large to sag heavily, but enough to make it heavy going for one hand alone. As I took them in my hands I pulled her towards me, squeezing her breasts and moving my thumbs upwards to rub over her hard nipples. She let out a groan and then a gasp as the nipples were touched. I gently stroked with my thumbs, feeling the texture change as they moved from the velvet skin of the breast and onto the rougher, bobbled feel of the aureole and then rubbing against the hard nub of the nipple. She pressed herself against me as I caressed and squeezed her and I knew I had to stop, her bottom was rubbing my groin and distracting me from my objective.

I released my grip on her breasts and moved my hands down, taking the waistband of her pants between my fingers and slowly rolling them down. She moved forward again, to give me room and I bent down behind her, ensuring that I was close enough for my breath to play over her back and I lowered my head. I hooked my thumbs around the elastic and pulled it away from her body and then down. The knickers were a deep peach colour and quite extensive in their coverage, so it was a relief to see that no large amounts of flesh flopped out as the material was removed, instead, the body stayed firm and it was exposed. Her behind came into view and it was a good sight. It could easily belong to a girl half her age and I had a desire to bite the round flesh, but resisted, as I didn’t want to push my luck. Instead, I drew her knickers down her lithe legs, the crotch being the last part to peel away from her skin and giving me hope that she was wet, making the pants cling to her there. When the knickers were around her knees I used my palms to slide them down over her shins until they lay on the floor around her ankles. There she stood, with me kneeling behind her, she was naked, the last item of clothing only covering parts of her feet. I could smell her, that musky smell of a woman, the smell of sex. She was wet, I was sure and soon I would find out. I raised my hands, I wanted to guide her, to turn her around to face me, but she was ahead of me, kicking the underwear away from her feet and stepping towards the bed and then turning. I gazed at her, looking straight at her pussy. She had a mass of dark hair, untrimmed, but not overgrown. It was a wide triangle, but thinning, so that I could see the cleft of her labia. There was a small glistening of the pubic hair at the bottom, where her juices had started to flow down. I wanted her, to eat that delectable pussy and taste her sweet body.

I looked up. She was looking at me, slightly nervous and in need of reassurance. I smiled and I think the look in my eyes told her how I felt.

She smiled back

“I’m not too hideous and old then?’ She chirped, her voice showing more nerves than ever.

“No. You look fantastic. I want you. I want to lose myself in your pussy. I might well have to lick you to more than one orgasm as your cunt looks so luscious.”

She blushed slightly. This woman who I had met only a few minutes ago and who was now naked and waiting to be licked was blushing!

I leaned forward and pressed my face against her pubic thatch and kissed her lips. I could taste her juices and the smell was heady. She gasped and shivered as my lips touched hers.

I stood up and looked deep into her eyes and smiled just as I pressed a finger against the swelling labia. Her eyes exploded and I saw lust inside them. I smiled again. I had her now.

“You’re already wet and I haven’t started licking you.”

“I know. I started getting wet on the train and I could feel it as we walked home.”

“What a beautiful, ripe cunt you have.” And she blushed again as she heard the words. “Sorry, don’t you like that word?”

“It’s just I’m not used to it, it’s not a word I use.” She explained.

“Well, maybe you’ll be using it and other words later. I’d love to hear you say it, especially if demanding I stick my tongue there.”

She blushed some more, so I pressed my finger against her pussy again and watched her shiver.

“Lie down.” I told her and she sat down on the bed, swiveled around and lay on the bed, staring up at me with real fire in her eyes.

I crawled onto the bed and stroked her right leg, using my hands to gently open her legs. They parted and she sighed. I slipped over the leg and onto the bed between. Again I pressed my palm against her leg, this time both at once and she complied, spreading herself for me. My eyes went to her pussy. The lips poked from the dark hair, shining with the wetness. As she spread further the lips parted slightly, starting to open and unfurl. My hands were on her thighs and I looked up. Ahead of me was her pussy, opening up before my eyes. Above that was the expanse of hair and then her belly and up to her breasts, which still remained fairly upright, the dark red nipples hard and tight. Her sweet face looked down at me. She looked like the woman on the train again, soft and kind. I moved my face closer, looking at her all the time. Soon her smell filled my nose and I exhaled deeply, my breath pouring over her hot flesh and causing another sigh from her. I took my eyes away from hers and looked at her vagina. It was quite compact, the lips were heavy, but not big. Like her nipples, the labia was dark. I pushed her thighs further apart and rested my head on the left one, staring straight at her sex, this stranger’s most intimate place exposing itself to me. I blew onto the lips, ruffling the hair around them. She gasped again. I looked up and smiled and she beamed back at me, so warm and sweet. I moved my mouth and placed my lips gently on her wet labia and felt her arch underneath my touch and groan. I kissed her, my lips caressing hers as if it was her mouth. She squirmed now, her moans getting louder. I could taste her, so sweet and tangy it was all I could do to stop myself devouring her in one gulp. I opened my mouth further, taking in her mound and then drew my lips together slowly, pulling her labia into my mouth as I did so. She moaned and wriggled as I did that and, glancing up, I could see her eyes closed in pleasure. I pressed my mouth against her and opened wide, sucking her in and then holding her swollen pussy lips between my lips. Slowly, I moved my tongue, running it along her lips as they were inside mine. Relaxing my tongue so it ran flat, lapping at her pussy and then closing my mouth slowly again. My mouth was full of her juices now, she was soaking wet and I could drink from her. I began to lap up the wetness, placing my tongue against her lips and running along her sopping slit. I drove my tongue between her labia, flicking them aside as I went, rolling my tongue around them and drawing them into my mouth, lightly sucking on the swollen lips. I ran my tongue down, tensing it so it was hard and prodded the tip against her tight hole, causing her to groan. I could feel her internal heat as I probed, despite the juices swamping my tongue. I then travelled upwards, being guided by her slick slit until I could feel a hard point, flickering over it lightly and eliciting a louder groan as I did so. I swirled my tongue around and down, the underside running over her hard clit to make her squirm. I started moving slowly, concentrating the area that I licked, closing in around her throbbing bud. I could feel it under my lips as I moved around, grazing over it with them and then rolling my tongue around it. I glanced up and loved the effect it was having, eyes closed and face wreathed in pleasure. Any doubts I had about making the suggestion on the train were well and truly gone.

“Wait, wait… Put that in my ass, Tom.”

I hesitated a moment, couldn’t quite believe it.

“Come on boy, put your cock in my fucking ass!!”

I put my hands on her ass cheeks and pulled then apart. I was amazed to see her asshole was partially open. Good, because I had no time to experiment with a finger. Her pussy walls caressed my cock as I pulled out of her and she lowered her hips a little. I gently pushed against her anus, but felt it resist.

“Small circles, Tom. Tease my asshole with your hard cock.”

I started running the head of my shaft all around her asshole, then reached into her pussy with my left hand. She wriggled a little as my fingers entered her, trying unsuccessfully to stay silent. I brought my juice-covered hand to her ass and rubbed it while I tried again to enter her. I felt her hole stretch rapidly and then pull on my cock. That was fucking incredible! It felt like fucking and being sucked at the same time.

She pushed her ass on my cock and it went in another inch. I started pumping and I could feel I got a little more in with every thrust. My cock sent great waves of pleasure through my body whenever I moved.

My orgasm came without warning, my cock exploding deep in her ass. She yelped when I pushed further than ever and my orgasm subsided. I stayed there doing small movements, my cock half-hard now, my hand holding the ring of the condom.

“Oh Tom, that feels really good. Now pull out of me slowly.”

I backed up slowly, the tight rim of her ass milking my cock all the way. I was nearly out when she came. Her hips pushed back sharply one last time, making me groan loudly. Then I was out, leaving her with her ass up in the air, her body shaking.

I groaned again while I removed the condom and I pulled my pants up rapidly. She turned around to face me, her pussy still exposed, her eyes on my hips.

“We still have some time, Tom.”

I zipped my jeans closed before I changed my mind. “I really think I should be out of here.”

“You’re afraid someone would open the door?” She pulled her jeans back up too and I regretfully watched her pussy disappear from view.

“Well yeah. That would be… embarrassing.”

She giggled. “Someone did, Tom. Someone watched you fuck my ass the whole time. I could see her in the mirror. Knowing she was watching you pound my poor ass made me come.”

I was stunned. “Could you see who it was?”

“Yes, but I’m not telling.” She walked out of the washroom. I quickly followed.

There were almost no one left in the bus station, so we hurried to the bus. The driver gave me a funny look when I hopped in. I was surprised to see how empty the bus was now. Apparently, most passengers were not going further north.

Coming back to my seat, I saw the old man was gone and black-haired Caroline was lying down on her side, stretched on both seats. I took a peek at her shapely white legs before turning my attention to the woman I just had an incredible fuck with. We leaned toward each other.

“That was incredible. I can’t believe what just happened,” I whispered.

“I loved it too. You were great sport, Tom.” I was surprised to detect tenderness in her voice after the way she acted earlier.

“So how come you know my name?”

“Soc-306″

“What? You’re in my Sociology and Crime class? I’m sure I’d have noticed you!”

“Two rows behind you, a little to the left. Of course you didn’t notice me, you spend half the class looking at that redhead on your left!”

I blushed. “It’s that obvious?”

“You’re just eating her up all the time, like most of the guys.”

“Well, I noticed you tonight…” I said, trying to take a sexy voice.

“Yeah, I had to get a hold of your cock to get you to pay any attention to me! You were more interested to look at that girl’s tits.”

I didn’t know what to say. She roughly grabbed my jaw with her hand and pressed her lips to mine, sending a bolt of lightning all through my body. She then turned my head around.

Caroline was sleeping on her back, her head leaning on the window, eyes closed. In the weak interior light, I could see her legs were parted somewhat. My eyes feasted on the white skin of her thighs, almost completely exposed. I admired the shape of her hips and her large breasts, begging to be sucked. I felt blood coming back into my cock.

“Don’t yell, now”. I felt a hand on my crouch, caressing and fumbling for the zipper.

“Shit, you’re crazy…” It seemed to me that the whole bus could hear the sound of my zipper making its way down. She used two fingers to grab the edge of my underwear and pull it down, causing my semi-hard cock to escape its bonds.

I stiffened as Caroline moved on the seats, afraid that she’d wake up and see me with my cock out of my pants. But she kept her eyes closed and her right leg moved up, exposing much more of her thighs. I couldn’t see far up her skirt because of the bad light, but I knew that I’d see her white panties if she had any. My cock came fully erect, encouraged by a smooth hand slowly caressing up and down.

The hand stopped stroking me and I felt my mystery girl move her hips behind me as I continued watching the show on the other side of the aisle. A moment later, I heard soft sighs of pleasure behind me, then the hand was back on my pole. Only this time, it was wet and smelling of wonderful pussy juice. She started to stroke faster.

“You know, it was her looking at us in the bathroom.”

I felt a surge of lust go through my whole body. I was so turned on I thought I was going to puke.

“Oh, you like thinking about that!” she whispered as my cock extended at maximum, now eight inches in the air. I groaned, much louder than I would have liked to.

Caroline moved again, but I was past caring about being seen. I wanted her to see my cock being massaged. I wanted her to come here and let me suck those breasts until she cries out and everyone in the bus knows how much of a slut she is.

I looked directly at her face and I suddenly knew she hasn’t been sleeping at all, but had her eyes open a bit. And she could see I knew.

Now her hips moved up a little. Her left hand moved down, her fingers running along her thigh, then to the inside, pushing her skirt up. It was going straight for her pussy.

I suddenly felt my cock head being enveloped by a delicious warmth and softness. I stifled a cry as those superb lips took me inside and I felt he tongue brush the side.

“Hmm, I taste good on you,” the lips said.

“Please don’t stop now,” I said looking down at her face. She looked like a kitten enthusiastically licking a plate of milk. “Please don’t stop.”

On the other side of the aisle, Caroline gave me a small smile, abandoning the pretence of sleeping. She started to work on her clit with her palm while slipping three fingers inside her. I felt like crying out loud!

My cock was being pumped faster and faster, the grip of the lips reminding me of the anus I was in half an hour ago. She squeezed my balls and I had to grab her hand, or she would have made me come right there. I wanted to see that beautiful slut come in front of my eyes before I did that.

Very soft moans were escaping from her lips now as her finger-fucking continued. She used her other hand to raise her t-shirt and massage her tits. Oh God, how I would love to do that for her! But my cock was caught in an iron grip, I wasn’t going anywhere.

The black-haired slut opened her month wide, but no sound came out as her hips shot up. For about three seconds I had a perfect view of her pussy, wide open with her fingers mercilessly stroking her clit. Then she collapsed with a small whimper, rolling herself into a ball.

I let go of the hand and I felt my balls being squeezed hard. The ejected sperm shot through my shaft with incredible force. The lips retreated just in time to let the flow past and smear the front of my jacket.

The three of us smiled at each other, all out of breath. Nobody felt the need to talk. We let the miles roll into the night.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re arriving in Sudbury. Please make sure you don’t forget anything in the bus. I hope you had a pleasant drive, thank you for using Greyhound Canada.”

Caroline got up to get her bag from the overhead compartment, giving me a good look at her legs. She turned to us. “Thanks guys, I did have a pleasant drive… I hope you two have lots of fun together.”

I shot her a beaming smile, then I turned to the woman beside me. “Will you tell me your name?”

The crooked smile again. “Michelle.”

“Nice to make your acquaintance, Michelle. Any chance I can see you again?”

“Well, I’m going back to Toronto on Friday night. Care to ride with me?”

“You bet!”

Emily and Susan were fascinated by these girls pissing. Emily had a desire to place her hand in Elaine’s pee stream, but resisted the temptation in case the others thought it too gross. Her pussy was getting wet all over again and she knew she would have to bring herself off again before the night was through.

Elaine finished her pee first, and after hopping off the counter, pulled some toilet paper from a cubicle and dried off her pussy. Anne, on the other hand, didn’t bother drying off when she finished. Then the girls set off for their naked wander.

Anne took them over the route of her previous escapade. They went up one floor and Anne led them towards the far end of the floor. Stopping in a corner formed by two dividing screens, she said that this was where she took off her clothes and left them. Then she took them the route she had previously taken. All the time, the girls were becoming more and more excited by the fact they were totally naked with their clothes half an office away and one floor below, and, could get caught should there be anyone else in the building. With that in mind, they all had their hearing attuned to pick up any sound, and, if necessary, were prepared to dive for the nearest cover. The girls therefore kept well away from the service modules, which housed the lifts and stair wells, because that’s where any threat would come from. They knew that soon they would have to descend a floor, but that added to the excitement.

About half way round the route, they came to a magnificent desk that was almost completely surrounded by screens; only a gap large enough to allow entry and exit broke the wall. Behind the desk was a leather-upholstered chair. It may have been leather, but most likely it was pseudo-leather, for leather was usually reserved for the executive.

“Whose desk is this?” Susan asked.

“That’s the *********** manager’s desk,” Replied Anne.

“He’s a thoroughgoing bastard,” Emily said with some venom, “Always complaining about his computer runs.”

Then Emily had an idea, and sat in the chair. “Please forgive me if I offend you,” Emily said to the others, “but I have to do this.”

Emily proceeded to frig her pussy and announced, “I’m gonna cum on his chair.”

“Oh yeah,” said Anne, “Let’s have some fun here.” and the others agreed.

Elaine and Susan hoisted themselves onto the desk either side of the chair, each propping a foot against the arms of the chair, thereby giving Emily magnificent views of their cunts. Emily had her feet resting against the edge of the desk, which gave Elaine and Susan a magnificent view of her cunt as she continued to manipulate it. Anne, on the other hand, was rummaging about the desk, and drawers. As Elaine and Susan were both on the desk over the pedestal drawers, Anne came into close proximity with their pussies, becoming intoxicated with their heady odour. She found something in a drawer beneath Susan, which she removed. It was a rubber stamp with a bulbous handle.

Anne stood and parted her legs. Then she inserted the handle into her cunt, and closed her legs again. The stamp itself was lengthwise along her slit, and it had them all intrigued. She proceeded to walk around the desk, moaning, “Oh fuck, this feels amazing,” and completed a revolution of the desk.

“What does the stamp say?” asked Susan.

“Dunno,” replied Anne, “can you hold your leg steady?” and then Anne, with her back to Emily, hoisted her leg over Susan’s and lowered her body until the stamp made contact with Susan’s shin, at which point, Anne pressed her cunt downwards as hard as she could, before dismounting and looking to see what had been printed.

Susan felt waves of lust flow through her as a result of Anne pressing the stamp held by her cunt against her leg. Susan had felt the wetness of Anne’s pussy juices from the insides of her thighs as they squeezed against her shin. Susan was almost on the point of orgasm.

“What does it say? What does it say?”

“It’s very faint, but it says ‘Confidential’,” replied Anne.

“Oh go and stamp it on my pussy.” said Susan, who was now in a frenzy with lust.

“I’ll need to ink it first, can you get the ink-pad from the drawer beneath you?”

Susan broke off her masturbating and retrieved the ink pad, passing it to Anne. Anne opened it, parted her legs, and pressed the pad against the stamp, getting ink on her inner thighs and lower bum.

“OK, place your bum on the edge of the desk and lean back,” Anne asked of Susan.

This Susan did, and then Anne got her to spread her legs wide. Anne then moved between Susan’s legs and gradually brought her cunt closer to Susan’s, two shaved pussies coming together. Then she lowered her cunt suddenly onto Susan’s and pressed down hard. This proved too much for Susan who shuddered as a massive climax took her over. Anne immediately withdrew, removed the stamp, throwing it to the floor, collapsed to the floor on her knees, and, sitting on her heels, proceeded to insert three fingers into her cunt. On inserting a fourth finger, she came.

Emily and Elaine, also came, both overcome by the erotic event that they had witnessed. All were exhausted and remained for several minutes in the positions in which they had come. Eventually, one stirred, then another, until all were on their feet and surveying the mess. There was a substantial amount of pussy juice on the desk top, and the seat retained a good amount of cream from Emily’s cunt. Anne managed not to get any of her cream on the floor, but her hand was thick with it, and it had run down her legs while she had been parading about with the stamp in her cunt.

Luckily, they found a box of man-sized tissues in the bottom drawer, which they used to clean up the mess. When it came to the rubber stamp, Anne decided to return it to the drawer still with her pussy juice on the handle. It should be dry by morning. They emptied the box of tissues, and stuffed all the used tissues into the box, and took it away with them to dump into a convenient waste bin on their way back to the rest room.

They got back to the rest room where they did a better job of cleaning themselves up, but the ink Anne got around her cunt was going to take a time to wear off, and the ‘Confidential’ stamp on Susan’s pussy was legible, although smudged, and was also going to take some time to wear off.

The four girls lounged in the rest room, sharing their various perspectives of the night’s activities. Anne asked who had cum so copiously onto the floor, and was told, Jacqui.

“Wow, I must see her doing that,” Anne enthused, “Perhaps she’ll show me how to do it.”

As 5am approached, Emily and Susan got dressed, for it was their turn to go back on-shift, and office staff would be arriving before their stint ended. Sally and Jacqui returned to the rest room where Anne and Elaine were still lounging, and still naked. Anne challenged Jacqui about the cum stain on the carpet, and Jacqui promised to demonstrate how to achieve such an orgasm the following night. The rest of the time was spent filling Sally and Jacqui on all that happened while they were on-shift. Then they all got dressed, for office staff would soon be arriving, not to mention the day shift.

Unusually, those who were off-shift did not drift off to their homes, but stayed until Emily and Susan finished the night shift so they could all discuss plans for the coming night shift – out of earshot of the day shift, of course.

“More to cum”