Little Bit of Eye Candy

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Uplifting Encounter

The lift doors start to close just as you get to them. “Hold the lift please” you request, in the hope that someone will comply.

The doors open up again and you step inside, offering your thanks to me, standing there with my finger on the button. I smile briefly before looking down at the open folder I have in my arms.

You press the floor button of your choice, top floor, and then stand back, enjoying the view. The white shirt tucked into the short black skirt, which lingers against my bare legs. You look lower, your eyes glittering at the black high heels I am wearing on my feet, and then raise your eyes slowly along my legs, wondering what is under the short skirt. As you lift your eyes to the neckline of my shirt and then higher, you make contact with my own gaze, slightly flushed, very aware and turned on at being submitted to your thorough inspection.

Turn about is fair play. My folder forgotten, I look at the steel capped boots that are overlapped by the dark navy jeans, clinging to your legs like a second skin, leaving no doubt as to your arousal, as you watch my eyes trace a heated line up your groin to your waist and the snug t-shirt. My eyes drop again to your waist, held by the toolbelt strapped on and riding low, the hammer and torch swinging gently.

You lean over to the numbered buttons and hit the emergency stop, bringing the lift to a halt and leaving the lift in the red glow of the emergency lights.

The jolt of the lift sends my folder clattering to the floor. You close in on my space as I back up against the mirrored lift wall, slight trepidation at what I know is going to happen next. Your hand snakes round the back of my head, bringing my mouth to yours as your other hand traces a line up the side of my leg, raising my short skirt with it, before trailing your hand round to the inside of my thigh.

I drag my mouth free, drawing in a deep breath, my head dropping back as I feel your fingers inch under the thong I am wearing to insinuate themselves in between my lips which are soaked with the moisture from my pussy. You duck your head to nip at my neck before dipping lower to suck at my nipple through my shirt, soaking the material, my nipples tightening as the cool air chills the damp material. I reach up to hold onto you as your fingers push in and out of my pussy.

Enough is enough. Determined not to be the only one on the receiving end of such torture, I draw my hand down from your shoulder, down your chest, down your midriff to the button on your jeans. You suck in your breath as I pop open the button and lower the zip over your extremely hard cock. You place your hand against the lift wall, leaning into me with your eyes closed as my hand closes round your firm hard cock and begins an age old rhythm known to all men.

You grit your teeth as I spread the drop of pre-cum over the top of your cock, just pushing my finger slightly into the eye before continuing to jerk you off. The curse escapes your lips completely as I sink down onto my knees in front of you and take you into my mouth, sucking deeply and hard, moving my hand to massage behind your balls and slipping ever nearer to your arse.

You drag me up and spin me round, placing my hands on the mirrors, giving the red mist time to clear from behind your eyes. You insert your leg between mine, pushing my feet apart, thereby spreading my legs.

Now it’s my turn. You kneel down behind me, spreading my legs further apart to give you access to my wet pussy, which is still covered by my thong, also soaked through. You trail your tongue along the thong and underneath, pushing it into my pussy and against my clit. You beat a sharp rhythm against my clit as my knees begin to weaken. You reach down to your belt and pull off the thick handsized torch, tracing it up my leg, taking your time until I look down to see what it is, before you thrust it roughly into my pussy, as far as it will go, the uneven rubber sides grazing against the sides of my vagina. I hold onto the metal bar for dear life, so close to coming, the invasion of the torch pushing me ever closer to release.

You pull the torch out from me, listening to my whimpers at the withdrawal. All you can think of now is burying your rock hard cock deep inside me, in my pussy or my arse, you don’t care which. You stand up, but not before having dragged my thong down my legs forcing me to step out of it, then placing my hands back onto the metal bar.

With nothing stopping you but your jeans, you reach down and push my legs apart and slide your hand round my waist to bring my arse closer to you and away from the mirrored wall. You slip your cock free of your jeans and push it into my wet pussy. I grip hold of the metal bar to give me balance as you thrust into me over and over again, getting closer to your own release.

Flatmates

You insert the key into the lock on the door of the flat and open it quietly. Nothing. The place is in darkness, save for the sound of the tv coming from my flatmate’s room and a little bit of light coming from the end of the hallway. You move quickly through the flat towards the light, which is coming from the bathroom at the end of the hall. When you open the door, you can see me in the reflection in the mirror, my hair piled up on top of my head as I reach down to take off my bra and thong.

You stand still, watching as I step into the steam filled shower cubicle in the corner of the bathroom. You can hear the water running and in your mind’s eye you can see it as it washes over my skin, leaving wet trails.

You watch as I reach for the shower gel and lather it over my skin into a creamy foam. I reach up for the shower head and remove it from the fixture to trail it over my body, the suds rinsing off under the spray of the water. You catch your breath as I move the shower head between my legs to hold it close to my pussy, watching as I change position to lean against the tiles with my free hand, my head back and my eyes closed as the tension builds inside me.

You move slowly towards the shower, stripping off your clothes as you do. You step into the shower behind me, slipping your arm in front of me to drag me back against you, so I can feel your hard cock pressing against my arse.

You turn us round so that your back is against the tiles and place my hands on the tiles beside you. You kneel down in front of me and part my legs to reveal my pussy, which you tease delicately with your fingers. You pull one of my legs over your shoulder and cup your hands on my cheeks to hold me against your face as you push your tongue deep inside me, listening to my moans of excitement through the sound of the shower.

You let one of your hands slid from my cheek, down to my anus, where you trace the crease before pushing one of your fingers in deep. I can feel the uncomfortable pressure, but the fact that you have your head buried between my legs licking and nibbling at me with your teeth and tongue, is too distracting to be bothered with the fact that you are pushing as many of your fingers in me as you can fit.

Much as your cock is getting rock hard and you would like to stand up and push it in my waiting pussy, the size of the cubicle limits the possibilities and there are a few of those that you have been entertaining since you got to the flat. The fact that my flat mate is in her room watching tv, increases the options.

You roughly withdraw your fingers and I move my leg away from the side of your head to stand on two feet. I grab a towel from outside the cubicle and start to dry my hair as I step out into the bathroom. I walk down the hall, gently knocking on my flatmates door, before entering her room.

She is lying on the bed with her hand between her legs, watching a “home” video and she sits up and pulls me down onto the bed as you enter the room, nibbling on my nipple and playing with my other breast. I push her down onto the bed and part her legs, bending over the bed to put my head there also. You watch for a moment, enjoying the sight of me with my head between my flatmate’s legs, doing to her what you did to me in the shower. You stand behind me and part my legs, ramming your cock hard into my pussy without warning. You grab a hand of my hair and pull my head back away from my flatmate, backing away from the bed slightly. My flatmate crawls along the bed to kneel in front of me, parting my lips to lick at my clit and your cock buried deep.

You pull on my hair until my back arches and the angle of my arse changes until I am nearly sitting on your cock, slamming it into me harder and harder. You reach round me to grab hold of my breast, playing with the nipple before pinching it. My flatmate stands up, leaning against the wall, her legs apart, holding her vibrator between her legs as she watches you pumping me again and again until you cum. When you have finished, she pulls me away from you, your cock easing out of my pussy. She pushes me face first onto the bed and pulls me back until my feet are resting on the floor and my arse is in the air, leaving my pussy available for her inspection.

You watch with interest as my flatmate selects a large vibrator from the items laying on her dressing table, along with some ben wah balls. Your cock starts to harden again as you try to suss out in which orifice my flatmate is going to insert her toys.

Your curiosity is satisfied when my flatmate inserts one of the ben wah balls into my pussy, pushing it in deep with her fingers until it rests against the neck of my womb. She removes her fingers, licking them thoroughly before inserting the other ball into my wet pussy, enjoying the sound of my moans as I feel the heavy weight of the balls rolling inside me.

My flatmate sits on the bed and turns me over to sit on her lap, rocking me back and forth until the balls start to rub against each other and the walls of my pussy. She rubs my clit with her thumb, increasing the pace at which she is rubbing me, as I rock back and forth on her lap, my orgasm getting ever closer. Your cock stands to full erection as my moans reverberate round the room. With her other hand she pinches my nipple aggressively as my pussy leaks juice onto her lap.

Your eyes light up as she pushes me roughly off of her lap onto the floor and turns to lie on her back on the bed, head towards the foot of the bed. She indicates for me to straddle her on the bed, my clit within licking distance of her tongue. She pulls the ben wah balls out of my pussy, offering them to you to suck on, an offer that you accept. She then pulls my thighs down closer to the bed, forcing my clit against her tongue and teeth, replacing them from time to time with the large vibrator which she didn’t use earlier.

You push at my back until I am on all fours over my flatmate. You part my cheeks and pull me away from my flatmates mouth briefly to insert your cock into my soaking wet pussy, before removing it and pushing it between my cheeks into my arse, ignoring my hastily exhaled breath as I feel you stretching me, and none too gently either.

My flatmate seizes the opportunity to insert the vibrator into my pussy, stretching it as far as it will permit. I tip my head back and drag in deep breaths as I try to come to terms with the fact that you are buried to your hilt in my arse and my flatmate has her hand buried in my pussy with a large vibrator. The full feeling is building as you pump harder and harder, my flatmate matching you, thrust for thrust. You pull out as you come and the cum trails down my back between my cheeks. My flatmate licks me clean as she continues to impale me on the vibrator, until I cum, my body shaking from the effort of being entered in two places.

Working Late

I look up from my computer late one evening, as you storm into the office. You never take your eyes off me as you make your way across the office to where I am the only one working, I have been very busy, only occasionally stopping to sip from the fast food drink carton in which only ice now remains.

You level with my desk and grab hold of my arm, pulling me up. You bend down in front of me, dragging my knickers down my legs and pushing my skirt up my legs. You indicate for me to sit on top of the desk, you push me further back and rest my feet on the desk until my legs fall apart, my skirt riding up my hips, showing you everything you came for. Your eyes darken as you realise that I am wearing nothing under my skirt. I grin as I realise what is going through your mind

“I was hoping to bump into you tonight” I clarified.

“I’m glad I could oblige” you responded.

You look over at the drink carton and you pick it up, shaking it to see if there is any ice left. You open the top and take out an ice cube which you pop into your mouth before putting your head between my legs. The shock of the cold on your tongue almost has me sitting upright, my hands gripping the back of your head, holding it between my legs as you lick my clit, the cold sending shivers through my body along with total arousal.

Just as I start to relax a little, you push the remnants of the cold ice cube inside my pussy, sending me arching off the desk in excitement. Your hand feels across the desk for the drink carton to get another ice cube. I stop your hand from searching, as I pick up an ice cube and push it inside myself, before pushing your head back down between my legs to push the ice cube in even further with your tongue with stabbing movements. By now I am really close, and I want to take you with me. I get up from the desk, still feeling the remains of the ice cube inside me. I pop an ice cube into my mouth, before sinking down in front of you and taking your hard cock deep inside my mouth, swirling the ice cube around my mouth so that you can feel the cold against your hot cock.

Just when you think you cannot hold back, you remember what else you wanted. You pull me up to standing. You turn me away from you and push me to lean over the desk, my cheeks bared for you. You open my desk draw and pick up my vibrator and reach round me to push it inside my soaking pussy so that I am shaking. You smear the juices from my pussy over your cock and part my cheeks to insert it inside me, inch by slow agonising inch, the tunnel only stretched by your fingers previously. I bare down to make it easier, wanting more of the vibrator humming inside me and for you to move your cock in and out so I can feel it moving inside me.

You start slowly at first, but getting faster as I arch my back and move against you, changing the angle at which you are entered and putting pressure on your rock hard cock. You want to continue, but you are running out of patience and control. You pull the vibrator out of my pussy and your cock out of my anus. Spreading my legs further apart, you slam your cock inside my pussy, so hard it almost lifts me off the floor. You reach round me to rub your fingers along my slit, bringing me closer and closer.

I spread my legs further and place my hands on the desk in front of me, pushing back against your thrusts and shaking as I feel your fingers rubbing my clit until I can’t hold on any longer. I arch my back so that you can feel the pressure on your cock as my hips change angle. You pull me back against you and you sit down on the chair, so that I am riding you with my back to you. You grab hold of my nipples and pinch them hard as you thrust into me over and over and over really hard until you cum. The pain proves too much and I scream as I cum, my arse against your lap.

Hard Week, Harder Weekend Part 1

You are one of the few remaining in the office actually working on a sunny Friday afternoon and you pause briefly to acknowledge the deposit of a plain white dl envelope on your desk by one of the typists. After continuing for another five minutes on the database you were working on, you give into your curiosity and pick up the envelope, glancing briefly at the front of it to see if there are any identifying marks before opening it to look at the inside.

Confusion furrows your brow as you empty the envelope into your hand to reveal a key and a compliment slip. Quickly dialing my direct dial number gives away nothing other than that I am not in the office today and not expected to return until Monday, something I had neglected to mention when I left for work this morning.

Curiosity wins out, and you grab your car keys and jacket before leaving the office to head towards the car and the destination that was the only thing written on the compliment slip.....

Warmth seeps into my skin as the masseur massages oil into my back, gently kneeding my muscles. The realisation that you would have received the key slowly filters through my consciousness. “Just five more minutes of this, then I will go and get ready”, I think.

The thought of what lays ahead sends warmth coursing through me, pooling between my legs. The fact that I am getting turned on whilst having a massage causes me to sit up abruptly, clutching at the only thing, a brief towel, covering my decency from the masseur. I quickly get off of the table and pad barefoot towards the door towards the bathroom to make preparations.

You glance up at the road sign which indicates your destination is very near. Tapping the indicator you change lanes and head towards the exit. Busy roads give way to countryside as you get closer. Eventually you come to the sign which matches the destination given on the compliment slip. Turning off, you pull into the car park and turn off the ignition, get out of the car and grab your overnight bag from the boot. Trepidation mixes with anticipation at the thought of not knowing what is in store.

You stride across the car park to the large oak doors concealing the entrance. On going inside it takes you a moment for your eyes to adjust from the sunshine outside to the dark shade and to realise that there is someone waiting in the shadows.

“Welcome” the young man greets you. “We have been expecting you. Would you like to follow me?” and without waiting for a response the young man moves off down the hall, leaving you no choice but to follow him, your curiosity mounting with every step.

The young butler pauses at a door and removes a key from his pocket, opening the door and gesturing for you to enter what appears to be a suite of rooms.Having been thanked with a tip, the butler quietly lets himself out of the suite, leaving you to explore.

You drop your bag and keys on a nearby chair, looking around you to take in your surroundings. Anticipation courses through you, spiking with arousal, you know I have something planned, but you can’t quite get a grasp on the details. The items on the bed get your attention, a black silk scarf, and some japanese black silk rope have been left neatly together, a marked contrast to the cream bedding which has been turned back, revealing the metal ironwork of the bed surround.

As you move around the room you notice other items. My overnight bag tucked away neatly in the corner, along with my shoes. On the chair you see the clothes I was wearing this morning folded neatly, the lace thigh high stockings trailing over the side of the cushion. You recall seeing me dress this morning, enjoying my ritualistic routine of moisturising my skin before donning the stockings, and, fingering the delicate stockings, you experience a brief moment’s regret that you weren’t able to remove them for yourself, along with the other items of my apparel left on the chair.

At this point you realise that you are not alone in the room, something which comes as a shock, as you are normally extremely observant. Quietly in the corner, almost hidden in the shadows, dressed only in a silk robe on the chaise lounge, you realise I have been watching you all of this time.

You cross the room to where I am lazing, a shadow of a smile on my face as I watch the mix of curiosity, arousal and anticipation on your features. You lean over to kiss me slowly, letting the heat build as our lips meet, the urgency and passion rising quickly as testament to the long and stressful hours we have both been working recently which has prevented us from enjoying each other like our mutual healthy appetites would normally demand.

Your patience exhausted, you scoop me up in your arms, not once breaking the sensual kiss which we are caught up in. Allowing me to slip slowly down your body to stand, registering the tightness of your trousers against your arousal, you bring your hands up to caress my face as we continue our long drugging kiss, drinking each other in, before sliding your hands over my shoulders, pushing my robe out of the way, smoothing your hands over my skin, trailing them over my shoulders, down my arms. You span my waist with your hands, continuing your physical mapping of my body with your hands, down my hips, before resting your hands on my buttocks, pulling me to you, so that I can feel your hard arousal against my front.

Having remained passive to this point, I decide to explore a little myself. I reach up to your neck, undoing your shirt, the tie was removed as soon as you left the office. Finishing undoing the buttons, I then remove your cufflinks, placing them on the table nearby. I return to tug your shirt out of your trousers, before taking a moment to enjoy the view of you standing there, the blackness of your hair and the five pm shadow a dark and dangerous contrast to the light pink shirt which I intend to remove from your broad frame.

Continuing my mission of divesting you of your clothes, I undo your belt buckle, a moments anticipation in my movements. I left for work when you were in the shower, so I don’t know if you have opted to wear boxers, or remained with your normal preference for going without. As I unbutton your trousers and lower the zip, bare skin under my fingertips confirms my suspicions and heightens my arousal, knowing that you have been at work all day without any shorts on, which never fails to turn me on anyway.

You bend down to undo your shoes and remove your socks, before allowing me to push your trousers down, closing your eyes as I kneel down in front of you on the pretext of finishing removing your trousers, but actually taking the opportunity to take you into my mouth, sucking on you slowly and rhythmically, causing you to curse under your breath as you realise you are too close to release to allow me to continue at this time.

Dragging me up your body, almost roughly, so that I can feel the roughness of the hair on your stomach against my bare skin, you pick me up and stride over to the bed, moving the scarf and rope out of the way, before placing me gently on the cool cotton sheet. You caress my body, your hands moving down to remove my lace thong, before leaning down to kiss me on the lips, smiling as you trail a path of kisses along my neck, down over my breasts across my stomach to the bare skin between my legs, dipping your head to kiss the most intimate part of me, slowing teasing me with your tongue, sucking gently on my clit, as I arch helplessly against your teasings.

Knowing that I am very close to release, your own body over taut with arousal, and being aware that we have plenty of time to explore other avenues of eroticism since we appear to be here for the weekend, you decide to give us both what we need. Covering my body with yours and lacing your hands with mine above my head, you slowly slide inside me, hearing my breath catch as you fill me inch by inch, your eyes never leaving mine.

Unable to remain still, it has been way too long for both of us, you begin to move, feeling me getting tighter around you as I get closer, the sensation building intensely towards your own release as you begin to thrust, harder as I wrap my legs around you, bringing you even closer to me, until you feel me fly over the edge, the rhythmic squeezing of my internal muscles dragging you over with me.

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