Future of Porn

Dana was sitting at her desk staring into the glaring screen of her computer. She attempted to work, but as she did her eyelids kept drooping and her head began to loll down to her chest. Abruptly her head shot up as if she’d been pinched. She blinked her eyes several times and rubbed them with her fists. She yawned as she stretched her arms out to their full length.

Dana felt so tired. She was falling asleep at work and that was bad, especially when she looked at her computer screen and saw she had written multiple lines of R’s all the way across the screen. She knew why she was so tired; she had stayed up late last night watching sappy romance movies on the American Movie Classics channel. You see, Dana was in that state of flux, the one in between the time when one relationship has been dead and buried and the next new budding romance is slow to come along.

The flux is a depressing state as well as a very frustrating one. The depression comes from a lack of human contact and the frustration comes from a lack of sex. Lately, it seemed that she had to keep her brain from thinking of anything sexual because it had been so long since she’d been laid that she would instantly become horny. So last night she’d been up late; the first half of the night was spent watching romantic movies and the other half of the night was spent masturbating because she’d let her mind wander.

Dana knew she couldn’t take this much longer; she was the type of person that just needs to be with someone. She wasn’t the clingy type; she just weathered things better when she was in a relationship. It didn’t help much that she had the most boring job in the whole wide world. She worked at a small law firm on Utica near the hospital. She wasn’t a lawyer, instead her job was to write all the legal documents for court or what ever they needed. If you’ve ever read a legal document, be it a contract or divorce papers, you’d know that they are very wordy and fairly boring to read, so just imagine how boring they can be to write. Dana thought it sucked that she was so good at writing nonsense disguised as legal jargon.

Finally, she was done removing the R’s from her computer screen and she got her paperwork back out and proceeded to write up a contract between two people that were going to business together. She’d only just started typing when her lids started to feel heavy once more; she let her eyes drift up to the clock on the wall, knowing that she’d probably be disappointed. Rather surprised, she looked at the clock and found out that it was her lunchtime. She was relieved.

Quickly, she got up and grabbed her purse and suit jacket. She decided to take a walk in the park to wake herself up so she’d be able to conquer the rest of the day. She clocked out and grabbed a quick bran muffin in the lunchroom and then went toward the parking garage.

The heat was near unbearable outside and her car was stifling. Not wanting to ruin her nice suit jacket and blouse with sweat stains she grabbed her running tank top that she left in her car the last time she’d been to the laundry mat. She wished that she also had her bike pants as well, but of course beggars can’t be choosers. In the privacy of her car and darkly tinted windows she took off her blouse and also her bra and zipped up the tank top, which had sports bra built inside. She also replaced her heels with a pair of keds she always kept in her car. She knew she wouldn’t be able to run with her skirt on, but at least she could walk somewhat comfortably. After placing her mass of shoulder length brown curls into a ponytail, she put her car in gear and drove on to Woodward Flower Park.

When she arrived at the park she saw that quite a lot of people had decided to get out and enjoy the blooming flowers at the park. Dana wasn’t concerned about the flowers. She intended to stick to the wooded area of the park which was more secluded and less crowded. When she got out of her car she got some stares from the other visitors of the park. She figured she did look a little odd, this skinny girl with a black and pink zipped up tank top, a short tan skirt, and to top it all off a pair of keds just to complete the look. Oh well, she didn’t care. She was going to get some adrenaline pumping so she could stay awake the rest of the day.

She began her hike down into the wooded area. She had an hour and a half for lunch, so she took her time watching the squirrels annoy the dive-bombing birds. The silence of the woods was nice and the whole ambiance helped to awaken all of her senses. She became startled when the silence was suddenly broken by a very throaty female moan.

The sound coming from the bushes intrigued her. Her curiosity got the better of her and she went to the wooded area.

She worked her way through the plant life and followed the sound of the female keening. After working her way through all the different levels of trees and shrubs, she finally found the source of the sound.

In a small clearing, surrounded on all sides by foliage, was a man and a woman. Dana stopped dead in her tracks and then backed up slightly so she wouldn’t be seen.

There was really no chance of them seeing her since the couple was otherwise engaged. Dana watched this couple sharing an intimate moment at the park.

The woman was gorgeous with long blonde hair splayed out on their multicolored quilt. Her body was amazing, the perfect c sized breasts with lovely dark nipples, a firm tummy, and long slender legs. She was on the quilt with her legs spread open and her obvious lover diligently licking away at her sweet spot.

Dana couldn’t see much of the man, since his head was buried between the woman’s thighs, though what she could see of him was pleasing with dark brown hair and a very muscular backside.

Dana saw the woman begin to massage the plentiful tissue of her breasts just as the man’s licking attentions caused her to begin to shake. Dana felt herself become increasingly aroused as she watched the couple. Actually, the minute she happened upon the couple she had become aroused, and now she was so wet her underwear was soaked.

The scene was so erotic that she just needed to touch herself. She looked around her area of this grove of plant life and didn’t think she could be seen by anyone. She quietly worked herself back a bit until she was up against the trunk of a really large sycamore. She could see the couple fairly clearly, but they could not she her.

Feeling confident that no could see her, she decided to become nearly as naked as the woman she was watching. Knowing that she would have to return to work and she didn’t want to mess up her underwear or skirt, she took each off and carefully placed them on a branch of a young tree nearby. Leaning against her sycamore tree with her bottom half nude. She unzipped her jogging tank top and released her diminutive breasts.

The thrill of being naked in public excited her further, which also made her understand how the couple seemed to be highly aroused to a sort of an urgent degree. The fresh air felt wondrous on her naked flesh and caused her nipples to become rock hard.

Dana began to massage her breasts, which were somewhat smaller than the other woman’s. She ran her palms over each erect nipple. She held back a moan caused by an added urgency from her pussy as she felt her wetness increase enough to begin dripping down her leg.

She continued to play with her breasts, pulling on the nipples as hard as she could stand it. She watched the woman begin to do the same thing, as if they were on the same wavelength.

Dana began to lust for the woman, wishing that she, and not the man, was buried between her long legs. Actually, she was attracted to both the man and the woman and she wished that she could join them and be a part of the sexual electricity they were producing.

Of course, there was a certain forbidden excitement to be had by watching them enjoy each other, which could be ruined by revealing herself. As she let her hand travel down between her legs, she parted her folds and began to rub herself. She saw the woman convulse once more from her lover’s tongue and as she shook there was a definite squirt expelled from the woman’s pussy, which the man caught beautifully in his mouth.

Dana was proud at the fact she could ejaculate, but it was truly amazing to watch another woman do this. Dana continued to pinch her nipples as her other hand worked diligently between her lower lips.

She felt how wet she’d become since her fingers were completely coated in her juices. She found her hole and pushed a finger up and inside herself. She pushed the fingers in and out as she watched the man get continually sprayed by the woman’s cum.

Dana pushed her fingers in and out of herself faster and faster. She pulled her fingers out of her hole and ran them up the length of her sex until she found her clit and then rubbed vigorously on her hardened bud. With her spare hand she twisted and pulled on her nipple. Abruptly, and with a shocking force, her orgasm exploded. Her feminine juices came gushing out just as the woman had done.

Dana watched as the man pulled himself out between the woman’s legs. She saw an electric connection between them when their eyes met; it communicated love, passion, and ultimate desire.

Dana continued to lightly rub herself as she watched the man come up to the woman and give her a very long and loving kiss, full with her wetness all over his chin, mouth, and lips. Dana wanted to be a part of what they were feeling so she took her own hand out from between her legs and put her fingers to and then into her mouth. She tasted herself and licked her fingers clean of all her juices, with the sweet water taste that many men in her life had thought was delicious, though too bad they hadn’t stayed in her life.

She watched as the man perched himself atop of her. Her legs spread wide to allow him entrance. The woman placed her arm between them and grabbed on to his member and guided him into her dripping hole. The feeling of entrance must have been nearly too much to handle because the man let out a forceful grunt. Dana suddenly longed for the feeling of a nice firm cock between her legs. She started to wish that she’d brought along her gel dildo she’d named Bruno, so that she could at least simulate the feeling the woman was receiving. Instead, all she had was her fingers so she used them for all they were worth.

She watched the man thrust in and out of the woman with all his strength as her fingers found their way back to her moist center. The whole time the man was pushing himself in and out of the woman their eyes never lost contact, as if by looking away all would be lost and they would find out their love was just a fading dream.

Being a part of this and seeing the love between these two brought Dana to new levels of pleasure and she started to see within herself a possibility of love like theirs, if only the right man were to come along. Her fingers moved with each of the man’s thrusts and she felt herself being overtaken by another orgasm. Her body shook against the sycamore and she felt like she might just topple the massive tree with her convulsions. If her uncontrollable shaking didn’t kill the tree perhaps her continuous watering with her bodily juices might do the trick.

Finally it seemed that the man took one last hard thrust deep inside the beautiful woman and his whole body seemed to tense as a great and powerful orgasm was released out of him and into her. Dana climaxed in unison with the couple, all three bodies exploding into orgasmic bliss.

She continued to lightly rub as she watched the couple, curious as to what they might do next. They were so erotic together that it would be impossible for them to be done with their sexual adventure. The man pulled himself slowly out of the woman and she gave off an expression of slight sorrow because they were now two again instead of one entity joined.

The man stood over the woman and she immediately jumped up on her knees. The man turned slightly so that Dana now had a view of him. He was model gorgeous. No wonder these two people were together; they could put all of Hollywood to shame with their natural looks.

The man had dark brown hair, straight and combed back, with an ever so slight widows peak. He was chiseled from his face all the way down and tanned to a nice brown, nearly looking as if he might have a bit of Hispanic in his heritage. She watched his rippling muscles and the expression of love and devotion on his face. She saw the equally amazing woman grab his flaccid cock and begin to stroke it with her hand, all the while she looking at him with a pleased, submissive expression plastered to her face.

Dana began to rub herself hard as she watched the woman place his now hardening cock into her mouth. It had been ages since Dana had showed a man her extensive tongue talents. She missed the sounds of her lover as she took him to the edge and back using only her tongue. She missed the feeling of a nice hard cock pulsating in her mouth and the feeling of his hot cum sliding down her throat.

She watched the woman’s head go back and forth, showing her desire to please her man. Dana rubbed faster as the woman’s head moved faster and faster. She watched as the man could hardly stand up straight as the feeling of her lips caused him to sway with each sucking stroke of her full lips. The man looked near climax as Dana too felt herself nearing orgasm once more; this time it felt like the sonic boom, the orgasm of all orgasms.

She saw the man grab a hold of the woman’s head and push himself deep into her mouth, his body quaking as his seed exploded into her mouth with her catching every last drop. The man made an animal like roar as his orgasmic release overtook his whole form.

“Ah! I love you Shauna! I love you so much!” roared the man as the woman sucked every bit of cum out of his member.

That was it for Dana her orgasm exploded with such a force that she saw stars. Her body was overcome and with one arm she held on to the tree for dear life as her other hand worked furiously at her pussy. She could no longer hold herself back and as her juices came pouring out she let out her own animal-like roar. She opened her eyes long enough to see that she’d startled the couple and they were now scrambling to gather clothing and run out of the woods, now scared of being seen.

She continued to rub herself since the orgasm hadn’t abated as of yet and she continued to shake with the ultimate release. Her pussy muscles pushed and contracted continuously as her juices constantly gushed out of her.

Finally, she felt the orgasm begin its slow ebb until it was regretfully over. She pulled her wet hand from her lower lips and, leaning back against the tree, she let out a slow sigh. She caught her breath and quickly gave her nipples an extra tweak.

She looked longingly to the clearing for the couple, only to find it deserted. She decided it was time to start heading back to work. Looking at her watch she knew if she left now she’d probably make it back with ten minutes to spare so she could get straightened up.

She noticed how sticky and wet her thighs were and decided against replacing the panties. She grabbed her skirt and started to pull it back on her hips, but just then she got her own scare. She heard a male grunt from somewhere in the woods. She looked over her shoulder, knowing it couldn’t be the couple back for more. She knew the sound had come from somewhere ahead of her. Could there be that someone had been watching her as she pleasured herself?

With the idea planted in her head she was convinced and became rather scared. She haphazardly pulled her skirt up and grabbed her keds and took off like a bat out of hell. She couldn’t be sure in what direction the sound had came from so she just ran straight ahead. As she was running through the brush, it was impossible to keep and eye on where she was running and to attempt to zip up her tank top at the same time. That’s when she came crashing into the object of her startle.

The two people crashed into each other with such a force that the man had fallen to the ground, with the woman he was watching standing over him. The man hadn’t realized that a grunt had came from his mouth and so he hadn’t been ready when the woman he was watching had taken off at a dead run. He had been going through his own orgasm with cock in hand the minute he saw her heading toward him and he had no time to prepare his stance against her charge.

Dana looked down at her running victim. He was good looking, more her type than the model guy that was with the model gal she was watching. He had long hair for a guy, nearly shoulder length but not quite; it had a slight wave to it and had a light brown color. She stared speechless for a minute at his disheveled appearance, hair all messed up and shirt and tie all catawampus. She looked lower and saw his pants down around his ankles along with his underwear, his lower half fully exposed to her view. She gave a look over her shoulder and saw that he had seen a full view of her sycamore tree, though no view of the clearing where the couple had been.

Realization struck her like a tidal wave. This man had been masturbating to the sight of her masturbating without any sight of the erotic couple that had caused her to delve into her own urges. She was struck frozen for a moment; the thought of someone having no control because of a view of her was an immediate turn on and a shock to her senses. She had never imagined that someone would have to masturbate upon seeing her pleasure herself.

She willed herself to move and turned back around. The guy was saying something, but she couldn’t be sure what, probably some kind of excuse as to why he was watching her, forgetful of the fact she shouldn’t have been nearly nude in the park either. She caught a look down at herself, her jogging tank top only clasped at the bottom and her breasts fully exposed, her skirt hiked up on one side showing off one toned thigh and probably a bit of ass in the back. Next she took a look at the panties balled up in her fist.

Finally, she registered the man who had grown silent at her personal inspection. He was staring at everything she had just noticed about her appearance, his eyes explored every inch of her, her breasts, the exposed thigh, and the balled up panties. She noticed his exposed half and he noticed where her eyes were going, his cock was standing straight up in full erection even though there was obvious splooge in his hand. She had gotten him back up to full erection just by standing there, even after he’d masturbated himself to climax.

Dana thought back to her wish of a nice cock to fill her pussy, the though bringing back a new desire. Plus, his reaction to her nearly naked form made her horny as well. The burning need to feel a nice hard cock inside her once more filled her thoughts and dumped out everything else.

She walked over to the man; he cringed a little as if he thought she was going to attempt to beat the hell out of him. She straddled his middle and his expression changed to one of total amazement. She raised up her skirt and he snuck a quick up close peek at her nicely shave pussy. When she grabbed his hard member he jumped, as if he didn’t believe this was actually happening. Dana actually didn’t believe she was really doing this; it was all a part of her park fantasy dreamed up while asleep at her computer at work.

She took a hold of his cock and guided it into her moist, tight hole. She pushed herself down on him and heard him give off the same grunt she’d heard only moments ago from her side of the bushes. His hands came up and fully unclasped the jogging tank and pulled it from her shoulders. He brought himself up to rest on his elbows, and he took one of her breasts into his mouth. Though somewhat small, in Dana’s opinion, they were at least a mouth full. His tongue twirled and swirled over her nipple.

I left work bang on five. I had told Kelly to be at my place before six. I got home, showered, dried off. I pulled the white dress over my naked body. It felt great, just like it had when I tried it the night before. I went to the drawer to select some panties; white, of course. Then the thought hit me: why not go without? Don’t wear any. I looked into the mirror. It wasn’t like the skirt was all that short. And it was tight fitting, so the hem wasn’t going to blow around or anything. And it felt so good against my naked skin. No panties? Why not? No one would ever know.

Just then Kelly arrived.

“Hi Kelly; wow, you look great!”

She did look good. With her bigger boobs she really filled out the little dress. I could see she’d chosen to go braless, too.

“Ok, it’s beautification up time!” she announced.

“Eh?”

“I decided we should jazz it up a bit with a bit of makeup,” she said, pointing to her face. “I’ve done mine, and I’ve brought my make up kit so I can do you – so we’ll match. Grab a chair.”

So sweet, I thought. She’d done a good job on her make up – subtle, none too flashy, but effective.

I sat down. She grabbed two chairs, one for the make up kit, the other for herself. She positioned herself directly opposite me.

“OK, we’ll start with your cheeks.” She leaned across and applied the blush liberally.

“Hey, not too much!” I said.

“Don’t worry, it’s not as much as you think. Just relax – I’m an expert.”

“OK,” I said, “I’m in your hands.”

She had to sit in close to apply the makeup. So close that her left knee was resting against my inner right thigh. I couldn’t help but be conscious of the touch of her leg on mine, and her skin felt so soft. Her face was very close to mine as she applied the blush. She was wearing perfume. She smelled sexy.

“OK, that’s done,” she said, moving back to put the blush back in the makeup bag. “Now for your eyes.”

She moved back in close again. Closer this time, as she went about the delicate process of doing my eye liner. Again her knee and thigh rested against mine, only this time it was further up, quite high inside the opening of my legs. I looked down and watched her knee pushing inside the hem, going up under my dress. She was obviously good at makeup, something I’d never really been into.

“You’ve obviously done this a few times, Kel,” I said.

“Oh sure, I used to work part time in a beauty salon. Now, hold still!”

I obeyed. All the while I was aware of the touch of her leg on mine. Every now and then the pressure between our two thighs shifted as she changed position. Then I felt her thigh moving against mine, moving forward. She seemed to be gently rubbing her thigh against mine. I didn’t care whether or not it was deliberate; the slight friction of her silky skin on mine felt fantastic. She paused for a moment to inspect her work, and I settled back, making myself a bit more comfortable in the chair. My legs were slightly open, I noticed, so almost as an instinctive reaction I pulled the left one in. With that it brushed against her thigh nestling against my other leg. I was loving the feeling of her leg on mine, warm, soft, like velvet. I pulled left leg in tighter, until her leg was being gently held between my inner thighs.

She gave me a slightly quizzical look.

“Just making sure I keep myself still,” I said with a smile, as I gave her leg a bit of a squeeze. We both giggled. She looked so sweet as I watched her work on my face. Her face was so close to mine as she finished off my eye liner, her beautiful blue eyes a picture of concentration, and those luscious full lips adorned with light red lipstick…

She was nearly done when I felt her push against my thighs again. Being fawned over like this felt so luxurious, but so did the feeling of her thigh between my legs. I relaxed my grip on her thigh as she gently moved it further inside, way up high. Any closer and she’d be touching my pussy. She’d feel my wetness, because my juices were flowing. Again. I gripped her again, squeezing tightly. Very tightly.

“OK, done,” she said as she slid out from me, moving back to get a better view of her work. “Very nice.”

Then I noticed her eyes drop down to my legs. They were still open. She was looking up my dress. Her eyes widened as I quickly pulled my knees together.

“Anne,” she said. “Are you not wearing panties?”

I blushed.

“Um… no. I decided not to. The dress felt so nice against my skin, and it’s just long enough, so I thought, ‘what the heck?’

“Wow!” she said. “That’s pretty full on.”

Then she stood up. Facing me, she hitched up her dress, the tight material hugging her hips and waist to reveal a simple white thong. Her thumbs went under the elastic sides and with a wiggle of her hips she pulled her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.

“Ta da!” she said, twirling the little g-string around her finger as she stood there in front of me, dress up around her hips, naked from the waist down.

“If you’re doing it, I’m doing it,” she said. “After all, we wouldn’t be a matching pair, would we?”

Whatever the logic in that, I just sat there, staring. She was shaved, just like I was now. I had never seen another woman like this up so close before. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, her beautiful smooth pussy. It almost seemed to sparkle in the light – in fact, it was sparkling! Then I saw – it looked like she had a ring through her clitoris!

“Kelly, what’s that you’ve got there?” I had to ask, peering intently at her clit.

“Oh, that’s my clit ring. I got it a few months ago. Do you like it?”

I’d heard about such things but never knew of anyone actually having one. I leaned across for a better look. The idea slightly horrified me; I had images running through my head of a big bull with a thick steel ring through its nostrils. It was a perfectly round, gold ring, sitting there hanging down loose against the hood of her clitoris. It was hard to imagine anything more lewd, more daring – she had been pierced, by someone, probably a guy, and pierced THERE…

“I’ve never known anyone with one of those,” I said, still not taking my eyes off the piercing, off her pussy. I moved in closer.

“Does it hurt?”

“Not now. Actually, it feels pretty good, especially… ” She trailed off. But I understood what she meant. She still had her dress up around her waist, showing me everything along with the clit ring. I felt free to gaze upon it. Then she moved right up close. I was still sitting, so her pussy was at eye level. My face was about a foot away from her beautiful bare pussy, her gorgeous honey colored legs. Her slit was shining slightly under the light. God, I could smell her now, the smell of another woman. It was assault to the senses that was foreign and totally familiar at the same time. Intoxicating. I felt my face drawn towards her, my senses drinking her in, the aroma, her sweet pussy like a soft, ripe, round peach.

“Can I, can I touch it?” I asked, hardly believing I had just said it. I was almost shaking. Shaking with excitement, with fear, with wonderment. I was about to touch another woman!

“Yes please!” she giggled. She seemed so relaxed, as opposed to my own quaking self.

I reached up my hand and touched the ring, sliding my fingers down until they rubbed on the soft skin of her hood. I held it with two fingers, either side, just holding it there, feeling the soft, silky texture, the new sensation of another woman’s sex in my fingers.

“Ummm, that’s nice,” she said. I looked up at her and smiled. If only I was as beautiful as her, I thought, as I watched her looking down at me across the lovely round outline of her generous tits, her wispy light colored hair dancing across her face, her wet, naked pussy just inches from my mouth… Then I glanced across at the clock.

“Shit, we’re going to be late! Let’s get going!”

She pulled down her dress and I grabbed my overcoat and bag – I didn’t want anyone in my apartment to see me dressed like this. We jumped in the car and sped off. I handed Kelly the road map and she sorted out the directions. Luckily Jem’s factory was not far away. If we were late, it wouldn’t be by a lot.

“Kelly, I can’t believe we’re doing this!” I exclaimed as I hit the gas pedal, the BMW roaring through the dawdling lines of traffic. “Here we are dressed like this, going off to be industry hostesses serving drinks at some car function. And we’re not wearing panties!”

“Yeah,” she said. “It’s pretty wild. Never thought I’d be doing something like this. Is this the wildest thing you’ve ever done?”

“Well,” I said. “It’s probably not as wild as what we did in Rick’s car at the car show!”

We both laughed.

“So girl,” I said, feeling delightfully frisky, “what’s the wildest experience you’ve ever had? I suppose it would be getting that clit ring.”

“Oh no,” she said. “That was just embarrassing. And it hurt like hell for days afterwards. But it’s great now. I’m sooo glad I got it.”

“OK, if it’s not that, then what?”

“Well, one spring break, I ended up in a wet t-short competition.”

“Wow, that’s pretty wild.”

“Yeah. It was fun. Up there, all those guys checking out my tits, hollering. So what about you Anne – what’s your wildest experience?”

I had to think. I didn’t really do wild things. But then I thought about Saturday night showing myself off to Roger. That WAS wild. No, I couldn’t tell her that! Then there was Ron at the beach. Well, that wasn’t all that wild – but it was so wrong! Maybe I did do some wild things…

“Well, if you don’t count the car show,” I suddenly found myself saying, “I guess it would be the time I had sex in the mall car park with my boyfriend. Oh God, I can’t believe I just told you that!”

“In the car park?”

“Yes!”

“Did anyone see?”

“No.”

“Were you hoping anyone would come?”

“Well, no, I was hoping – I was praying! – that no one would come out of the elevator while he was fucking me. He was fucking me over the hood of the car!”

I was using the words ‘fucking me’ in general conversation - I’d never spoken so boldly with another woman before. It felt so nasty!

“Actually, it was weird – because though I didn’t want anyone to see me, the possibility that someone would was such a turn on!”

“I can imagine!” she said. “But Anne I can match that one. For sex, I mean.”

“Oh really? Do tell!”

“Rick and I had a threesome with another guy!”

“Kelly!”

“Yep, about a month ago.”

“How was it?”

“It was… well, nice, but a bit strange. I mean, to be fucking a guy I didn’t really know – and doing it with boyfriend. One night we went to a dance club, and when Rick was in the men’s room this guy came up and asked me to dance. So I did. Afterwards he kind of hung out with us for a bit, we were having a great time, and Rick asked me if I fancied him – the guy, I mean. Well, this guy was hot. Later Rick asked me if we should invite him back to our place, and I said yes.”

“Wow! I’ve never come close to anything like that.”

“But there was more to it than just a normal ‘threesome’,” Kelly continued. I was on the edge of my seat. What more could have happened?

“I’ve never told anyone this,” she said, “so please don’t tell anyone – especially Rick.”

“OK,” I said. “My lips are sealed. I’m like Sergeant Schultz – I know nothing, Na-thing!”

“Sergeant who?”

“Never mind, I guess you’re too young. Now, back to your story. What happened?”

“Well, after we had sex, together, we were all pretty wasted. The three of us fell asleep on the bed. In the morning when I woke up, I could hear noises. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the other guy – his name was Warren – he was sucking Rick’s cock! And I could hear Rick moaning! Then I turned and saw that Rick had Warren’s cock in his mouth! They were in a sixty-nine, giving each other a blow job!”

“Oh my God Kelly!”

“I could hardly believe my eyes. Rick looked up at me like he was about to explain, but he still had his mouth full with Warren’s cock! Oh God, it blew me away, but I wasn’t really upset about it – I mean, like, I’d just been fucking both of them the night before. But I was just totally shocked.”

“Were you disgusted?”

“No. To be honest, it was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen! My man with a hot-looking guy, both naked, and they both have great bodies – and sucking each other’s hard cocks. It was so erotic to see them like that, I couldn’t believe it!”

“So, what did you do?”

“I just sat there staring. Once they realized I wasn’t pissed, the just kept at it, and I just lay there and masturbated while I watched them. It was so horny!”

“Did they… did they cum?”

“Oh yeah. And so did I!”

“Gee, that’s pretty kinky. Certainly beats my story…”

“Does it horrify you?” she said.

In a way it did. Two hot guys together like that – I could hardly imagine such a thing; well, I could, because obviously some men are gay, but not when they’d both just been with a woman, the same woman - Kelly! It disgusted me on one level, but on another I was fascinated. An image formed in my mind of the two naked hunks on a bed, their strong muscular bodies glistening in sweat, sucking each other’s hard cocks, their lips sliding up and down … oh my!

“No, not at all,” I said. “I was just thinking then about what it must have looked like…”

We both laughed.

“But did you talk to Rick about it afterwards?”

“Oh yeah, I fronted him. He said that years ago he and a school chum used to fool around a bit with each other. They were both into girls, but they were too inexperienced to know how to get with girls. It went on for a little while until they both got girlfriends. He said he never told me because it was so long ago and as far as he was concerned it was a closed part of his life. Then, that morning with the three of us in bed together, he woke up and found Warren was going down on him, and it just went from there. I believed him.”

“But would you do it again? I mean, you know, you, him and another guy?”

“Umm…” she paused. “I think so. Yep!”

Very soon we arrived at Jem’s office. It was one of those places that’s part office, part factory, one of those new industrial developments. Not the big end of town, but not Hicksville either. I took a deep breath as I stepped out of the car. I stripped off my overcoat and folded it over my arm. Here we go! We were late. Luckily the function didn’t appear to have started yet, although there were some people inside wearing name tags. They were clearly guests.

I saw Jem over in the corner. He was wearing a stylish grey business suit, white shirt with a green tie. He looked great. He strode over to us.

“Shit babe, you’re late!” he whispered into my ear. But it was a whisper that was more like a controlled shout. There was menace in his voice. He was clearly pissed. Then he grabbed me roughly by the arm and escorted me to a side room. Kelly followed. He was holding my arm very tightly; he was almost dragging me across the room. I could feel the anger through his grasp.

“Look, I’m sorry, we just got held up a bit,” I said. I felt deflated, hurt. All this anticipation and now he’s yelling at me!

“I don’t want to hear it!” he bellowed. “Now, let’s just get to work.” I felt humiliated. Then he forcibly swung my body around to face the other side of the room. There around the corner behind a partition was a guy slaving over a grill preparing small pieces of grilled chicken and shrimps. He had already assembled several plates of food, with some salad pieces as well.

“Here, this is Rich, he’s the caterer. He’ll tell you what to do.”

With that Jem stormed out of the room. I almost felt like crying. I thought about packing it in and walking out, going home. But I couldn’t; to quit like that was against all my principles – I agreed to this, so I would do it. Kelly put a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“Hi, I’m Rich, obviously,” said Rich. He was a young guy, probably a college kid.

“Anne,” I said, shaking his hand. “And this is Kelly.”

“Hey, don’t take it personally,” said Rich. “I copped an earful from him before myself. I don’t know what’s grinding his gears, but that guy’s an asshole. But look, just relax; there aren’t many people here yet, so you don’t have to do anything for the moment. Here, have a drink.”

Rich offered us both a glass of red wine. I took a big gulp. So what if Jem yelled at me, I thought to myself. I don’t know the guy. He may be cute, that doesn’t mean he’s not also an asshole. Let’s just get this job over with and get the hell out of here.

“This your main job?” Kelly asked Rich.

“Nah, I’m at college. I just do this part time. My Dad’s a chef and I guess I learned a few things about cooking as a kid. It’s amazing how much easy work you can get doing this kind of function stuff. Easy money. What about you guys?” he said, looking at me, “I bet you get plenty of work like this.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. In any case, I wasn’t really in the mood for conversation.

“Oh yeah,” Kelly chimed in. “We did a car show the other week, that was fun. Next week we’re doing a lingerie fashion show.”

I almost had to laugh. What a minx! She was really hamming it up. And the expression on poor Rich’s face – he looked like he’d be prepared to sell his soul to see us in the ‘lingerie show’… Rich was kind of cute in a down home, nerdy kind of way. He had a bad haircut but a warm smile; he seemed like a gentle, genuine kid. I wondered whether he might even still be a virgin…

We sat back and talked ’shop’ for a while, and I even joined in talking about my ‘modeling career’, how I’d modeled in a department store catalogue. Well, it wasn’t a lie! Rich just sat there transfixed, as if he was in the presence of two beautiful movie goddesses. I felt my spirits lifting. Then Jem poked his head through the door.

“Hey, what are you people doing in there! You’re not being paid to sit on your asses! Get to work!”

He was an asshole.

“Don’t worry about him,” Rich said as he handed Kelly the food plate and me a tray of beers and wines, “It’s only going to be a couple of hours and then we’re out of here. Just walk around the room with the trays and offer them. You don’t have to talk to anyone, unless they talk to you. Oh hell, what am I saying; you guys know what to do!”

Out we went. .By now the room was quite crowded. People were milling around in groups. There were a few women, but it was mostly men. I could feel their eyes on me. I felt a strange sense of anonymity, disconnectedness, because while the men were leering at my body intently, few said anything, just simply pausing from their conversation to take a drink from my tray, and then resuming their chat. It was as though I was invisible as a person. It didn’t bother me; I wasn’t here for my brains, but it was a strange feeling all the same.

The night wore on. Soon I was getting bored. Any romantic notions I had about Jem were long gone. He is an asshole. And the only name he’s ever called me is ‘babe’. Babe! Asshole.

Soon Jem called for quiet in the room as he prepared to make a speech. He gave a slide show presentation of his new product to the gathering, but he clearly wasn’t a great communicator – even with that lovely deep voice of his. I had no idea what the product was, but I was sure I could have done a much better job of showing it off than he was doing. And that’s before you even got to the question of marketing the thing. He has no idea. He has no idea how well I could have sold his damn device. And he’ll never know.

The only enjoyable part of the evening was when Kelly and I were ‘back stage’, as it were, with Rich, refilling our trays. He was working hard for his money. I hoped Jem paid him well.

Soon the guests began to leave. By 9pm there was only Jem out there and two other men, the three of them deep in conversation. I guess this show is over, I thought to myself with a real sense of relief. I’d had more than enough of Jem and his JR Electronic Systemz. What a stupid name!

Kelly was off in the ladies’ room as I settled back on the bench behind the partition, and Rich began to pack up his things. I offered to help him.

“No, no. I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said. “Just sit here with me and chat while I finish up – that’s more than enough help.”

This guy was sweet.

“Rich, thanks for being so nice tonight, you’ve got no idea - it really helped me.”

He blushed bright red.

“Aw, thanks, but really, to work with two beautiful models like you makes putting up with that asshole out there worthwhile.”

I felt touched. Poor guy. I wanted to do something for him. Make his evening’s work a bit nicer. Make it memorable. Hmm, I thought. There is something I can do…

“Rich, have you got a girlfriend?”

“Um, no… not right now.”

It was a question from left field, for sure, and it did catch him off guard. He was turning red - it obviously embarrassed him. From the way he was looking down at the floor, I imagined that he had never had a girlfriend. My heart went out to him.

“Hey honey, come here,” I said to him softly. God, I was laying it on. Poor boy. I didn’t want to scare him, I just wanted to show him, make him feel good.

By the look on his face you could tell he’d sensed the change of tone in my voice. And that I’d called him ‘honey’. Fumbling around nervously, he accidentally dropped his cooking tools on the floor. Then he stood up.

Kelly hadn’t returned yet; Jem was still out there with his customers. Now or never, I thought. I was still sitting on the bench as Rich stood up. I looked up at him. I opened my legs. Not too wide, but enough so that he could see what I wasn’t wearing. I moved my hand to the zipper of my dress. I watched his eyes widen as I slid the zipper down. Over my boobs. I unzipped myself all the way down and opened the dress. My boobs sprang free. He stood there like a zombie, staring. I reached for his hand, and placed it on my right breast. His hand was sweating, shaking. He looked at me with disbelieving eyes as he cupped my breast in his hand, holding it just so, as if he was too scared to even move his hand. I loved the feeling of the boy’s hand on me. I imagined I was the first woman – a model! – that he’d ever felt. I pulled him closer to me. With my hand on the back of his head, I drew his mouth down to my other boob.

“Go on,” I whispered in his ear. “You can.”

He got the idea. His mouth opened and with an audible moan his tongue slid across my nipple. He ran his tongue around and around the nipple, flicking the tip, then sucking the whole nipple into his mouth. Oh God, it felt so good! How long had it been since a man had licked and sucked my nipples? And Rich seemed to know what he was doing – maybe he wasn’t a virgin.

I was conscious that someone might come into the room and catch us like this, but out of the corner of my eye I could see the doorway entrance from behind the partition. As Rich continued to worship my nipple with his mouth and tongue I grabbed his hand and lowered it down. He let it lay limp as I guided it between my legs. I wanted Rich to feel me, feel my wetness, feel what a slutty, shaved model’s pussy feels like. As I placed his hand between my legs, his head jerked and my nipple slipped out of his mouth as he moaned again – I don’t know what he was thinking, but he clearly hadn’t been expecting me to put his hand on my pussy! I held my palm over his hand as he ran one finger up and down my slit. Ooh, I was getting wetter under his touch! He found my opening and gently pushed the tip of his finger inside. As he toyed with my pussy his mouth went back to my nipple and he sucked it feverishly. He bared his teeth across the nipple. Oohh! So gooood!

I heard voices approaching. Rich quickly jumped up as I zipped up my dress. I grabbed him and quickly kissed him hard on the lips.

“Rich, I’m not what you think,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m not a slut.”

The look on his face was one of someone waking from a dream.

“No way, you’re not that – you’re, you’re beautiful!”

I grinned and gave him another quick kiss just as Kelly walked into the room. Rich went back to packing his things. Pretty soon we were ready to go. As the three of us headed back out into the foyer, I saw Jem say goodbye to the last of his guests.

“Any of you guys want to hang around for a drink?” Jem said as he turned to face us.

“No thank you,” I said. “We’ll be leaving now.”

“Oh fine, just take the money and run,” he said, his tone sarcastic as he reached into his wallet and pulled out the cash. He paid us. Then, flicking his fingers through the thick wad of remaining greenbacks in his hand as though it was a set of playing cards, he glanced up at Kelly and I.

“Sure you girls don’t want to hang out for a while?”

By the way he played with the money and the snide tone of his voice, it was quite clear what he was implying. I couldn’t believe this. His ill manners and bad temper were bad enough. But what a sleazebag! He’s dangling cash in front of Kelly and I, virtually propositioning us like prostitutes – and right in front of Rich! My blood was boiling.

“Listen, buddy,” I growled. “We are not prostitutes. And how dare you be so presumptuous! You think you’re such a big man, but you’re really just an arrogant, bad tempered asshole. And that product presentation – what a joke! So bad it was embarrassing to watch! Whatever that electronic gizmo is, it had better be good, because the guy trying to sell it has no idea. Come on, Kelly,” I said, grabbing her hand, “let’s get out of this shit hole!”

Jem just stood there, saying nothing as the three of us walked towards the door.

“Wait,” said Jem, his voice restrained. “What about the outfits?”

The outfits? Oh, he wants the God damned dresses back. I had my overcoat slung across my arm. I’ll give him his fucking outfit, I thought to myself slyly. I turned to face him.

“Oh, you want the dress back now? I think you’d look good in it, too. Here you go.”

With that I zipped it down, rolled it off my shoulders and let if fall to the floor around my feet. Suddenly I was naked, except for my runners, naked in front of Kelly, Rich and Jem. Naked but not vulnerable, not exposed; I felt in control. Powerful. Stepping out of the dress, I flicked it across at Jem with my foot. It landed at his feet.

Jem just stood there, lifeless like a stone carving, his face a picture of fear as he looked at my naked form. I stood there in front of him like that, and proudly.

“Take a good look, asshole, because this is the last you’ll ever see of me,” I said to him as I put my coat on. “You know Jem, the only reason I took this job was because of the impression you made on me at the car show. I thought, ‘gee, this guy is nice, I’d like to get to know him better’. You know Jem, if you’d have been even half way nice tonight, all this could so easily have been yours.”

To emphasise ‘this’, I gave him a final quick flash of my naked body under my coat. Then I turned towards the door.

“And Jem,” I said, as the three of us turned to leave, “Kelly will return her dress later – eventually. Oh, and one last thing – the name’s Anne, not ‘babe’.”

I didn’t want to look at him again, but I could see his reflection clearly in the plate glass of the building’s window walls as we walked to the front entrance. He hadn’t moved. He had that look about him you see in B-grade movies where someone’s just been stabbed or shot, and they’re in this state of suspended animation just before they’re about to topple over and die. It made me chuckle inside.

Once outside, Kelly turned to me and grinned.

“Wow, that was sooo ballsy! I can’t believe you did that! Did you see the look on his face?”

“Yeah, that killed him,” Rich laughed. “And he deserved it.”

Rich’s battered old Lumina was parked next to my BMW.

“Nice car!” he said.

“Thanks Rich. Hey, it was really fun working with you. You have nice night.”

“You too,” he said. Then with a sheepish smile he handed me a small piece of paper. It was his cell phone number. Then he waved as he stepped into his car.

“See ya, Anne, see ya Kelly – hope the lingerie show goes well. You will be the hottest girls there I’m sure!”

Kelly and I looked at each other, grinning, as we climbed into the car.

“Well, that was an experience!” Kelly said.

“Yeah,” I said. “What an asshole that Jem turned out to be. But I feel a whole lot better now.”

Soon we were back at my place.

“Coming up for a coffee, Kel?”

“Yeah, why not. Actually, a drink would be better.”

We were still laughing about the stunned look on Jem’s face as we reached my floor. I opened the door and we went inside. Instinctively I made to remove the overcoat and hang it on the hat stand by the door, but then I remembered I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Better leave it on.

We were still in the hallway when Kelly turned to face me. She put her arms around me and pulled me in close to her body. I could smell the perfume now mixed with the sweat from her skin. I drank in her scent as she looked into my eyes.

“Kiss me,” she said.

Kiss her. Oh yes, I wanted to kiss her so badly. I lifted my head to hers and our lips met. Gently at first, just a little peck, but then I felt her hand wrap around my head as she pulled me closer. She kissed me back, hard, her soft red lips mashing against mine, her tongue invading my lips as her arms wrapped around me and she ground her crotch into mine as the force of her passion pushed me hard against the wall. My hands fell to her ass and I gripped it tightly, squeezing, my hands on a woman’s ass for the first time in my life. I could feel the curve of her hips, it felt so different from holding a man like this, the thought flashed through my mind as she kissed me feverishly. I held her tightly, rubbing my pussy against hers. Oohh, the pressure of her boobs rubbing against mine, I just wanted to wrap myself within her soft skin.

She pulled away with a sudden jerk. Her mouth was open; she was panting. Her hair was messed up. She ripped open her zipper and peeled off the dress. Her body was perfect – her soft, flowing curves, so completely unlike a male body, more spectacular than I could ever have imagined. I felt myself almost swooning! She let me gaze upon her for a short while, then she tore open the buttons on my coat and pulled it off my body. Now we were both naked.

I took her by the hand and showed her to my bedroom.

She gently pushed me onto the bed and laid herself on top me. She kissed me again. Her beautiful big boobs felt like velvet against my naked skin. I could feel the heat from her sweet pussy as she ground it against mine. Up and down, round and round, her hips gyrating like a sexy club dancer. I could feel her wetness on my body. She ground her crotch into mine with such force, almost as though she were a man. Our juices were flowing freely. Her wet pussy on mine felt deliciously slippery, so exquisite! She was breathing hard, panting. She stopped kissing me to catch her breath.

“Ooouhhh,” she cried, “this is nicer than I ever thought it would be!”

She had arched her back as she regained her breath. Her big tits hung down so that our nipples were almost touching. When she shifted and her right nipple rubbed across my breast, we both looked down at out chests.

“Ummm, that feels gooood!” she purred. Then she brought herself down a little, so that her nipples were touching on mine. She wiggled around a bit, our nipples gently rubbing against one another. I had never felt anything like it. Such delicate contact was sending a shock wave through my nipples, and it thrilled me even further to know that it must have been doing the same to her. She had thrown her head back, gyrating her upper body now against mine as our nipples danced together. Seeing her like that, sweet little Kelly, so wanton, consumed by lust – for me! - I could hardly believe it was happening. Young Kelly from work, naked and lying across my own naked body, writhing in ecstasy through my touch, and my own pussy on fire from the attentions of this sweet, beautiful girl…

She lifted herself up on her elbows and smiled sweetly at me. She kissed me. Then maneuvered herself down the bed. Between my opened legs. Oh God, she was going to lick me!

I felt her tongue sliding along my upper thigh. She stopped along the way to give my leg little kisses. Then she moved to the other leg. Looking down my body, I watched her work on me, her hips and ass high in the air, back arched and head between my legs. Then I felt her tongue slide along my outer lips. Oohh. My body tingled under the slippery touch of her tongue. Then she moved the other side, licking me up and down, up and down. She licked delicately across the hood of my clitoris. Her touch was so light, yet the feeling went so deep inside me! Ooohhh, she was going to make me cum!

Then I felt her tongue touch my slit. Ever so lightly she slid her tongue up and down, then pausing down low, at my opening. I was aware of myself spreading my legs wider for her, as wide as I possibly could. I was opening up for her. Her tongue found the spot. This was so different from being with a man. She knew EXACTLY what to do, where to touch me, how to touch me. Her tongue snaked inside me. I felt the sensations flooding through my veins. Oh, she was making me cum… Little explosions started going off inside my brain. She was fucking me with her tongue! I started to cry out. I was crying, weeping as my body shuddered in ecstatic overload. My legs clamped tightly around her head, but she just kept going, eating me as I convulsed under her, until finally the sensations subsided and my muscles relaxed. I slumped back on the bed, exhausted, my heart still pounding hard in my chest.

I must have passed out.

I awoke to the light of the sun peaking under the blind. It was morning. Kelly was gone. There was a note beside the bed that read:

“Anne, sorry, I had to go. Didn’t want to wake you. See you at the office sexy! – love Kelly.”