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If you remember correctly, the last time I spoke with you I told
you of a scene I witnessed in the office across the way….well, about one
week later I was sitting in my office. It was around 7:00, I had stayed late
to finish writing a proposal for my boss when I started thinking about what
I had seen the week before. I started getting real turned on. There was a
throbbing feeling in the crotch of my pants, something that was demanding to
be taken care of. I figured what the hell….everyone had left the office
by now. After closing the blinds to my windows, I turned off all the
lights except my bankers lamp on my desk. I slipped off my dark green
silk pants and wiggled out of the black g-string I was wearing underneath.
After leaning back in my chair, I propped my legs up on the desk. I closed
my eyes to take myself back in time and reached down to start lightly
rubbing my clit in little circles.

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After about 5 minutes of having his cocked licked and sucked on, he said
something and she stopped and moved over to the side of the desk. She
proceeded to lean over the desk with her legs spread. He came over to
her and slipped off her skirt. Then with one swift movement he
penetrated her waiting pussy. Starting off slow, he thrust in and out.
As he started to fuck her, I got more serious about my masturbating. I
started rubbing my clit harder and faster…occasionally reaching down
to lubricate it with some of my juices. As he sped up, obviously close
to orgasming, I too sped up. As I saw him suddenly pull out and spurt
his juices all over her ass, my body started to shudder and I came with
such an intensity that I had never felt before. My toes curled, my
stomach moved into my throat and a long moan escaped from my throat. I
was too caught up in my own pleasure to bother noticing if the woman had
cum too.

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I didn’t have long to wait…he soon lifted the woman off of his desk
and placed her on the floor, kneeling in front of him. His chair had
swiveled so I could still see what was happening. He unzipped his pants
and she pulled them off. He then started to slide off his boxers and
she finished the job. He grabbed her head and pushed it down on his
enlarged, hard cock. Her head bobbed up and down as she took all of him
in her mouth. His eyes were closed and his head had fallen back as he
concentrated on the sucking her mouth was doing. By this time I was
starting to drip my own juices onto the chair I was sitting on. I could
hardly wait until they started fucking, but I wasn’t sure how long I was
going to last.

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One day I was sitting in my office on the 11th floor when I found myself
staring across the way into the building next door. To my delight I
found myself witnessing something not meant for my eyes. A secretary
had just entered her bosses office. She was kind of mousy looking and
wore fairly conservative, plain clothing. He patted his desk and
wiggled his finger at her, as if motioning her to come over. She
hesitated briefly then walked up next to where he was sitting. There
was a brief exchange then she hopped up onto his desk.

He had pulled his chair back so she was sitting directly in front of
him, only slightly elevated. The next thing I knew, he was reaching up
under her skirt and pulling her cotton undies off. She looked surprised
but didn’t move to resist. He spread her legs open wide and stuck his
face inbetween them. I could only imagine what he might be doing. I
thought that he was probably licking around the outer folds of her
pussy, then slowly tonguing her clit in small, slow circles. As a look
of ecstasy crossed her face, I thought he must be probing her with his
tongue. As I imagine what he was doing I slowly slid off my own black
lace undies and started to play with myself. I couldn’t wait to see
what happened next.

I got up and joined her in the bathroom. She kissed me, and I tasted the
“minty-freshness” of a popular toothpaste. “Here, use my toothbrush.” she
offered. “I gotta wash my smuss.”
She climbed into the tub, opened the tap, and with the aid of a sponge,
started moiling away at her [...]

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Her final orgasm was overpowering; I could feel the sheath of her vagina
gently gripping my cock, milking it as it were into ejaculation. Within
seconds, I too attained the zenith of my ecstasy. Sperm which had been dormant
for weeks coursed through me into her. I felt the resilient, electrifying
tingle of her cervix against the tip of my cock. The crescendo of my pleasure-
cries, like hers, were guttural and unrestrained.
Post-coital comments are usually limited; “That was great,” “Was it good
for you?” or some other sort of inanely redundant colophon. Nothing original
like “Quick, gimme a Chinese Restaurant palindrome!” (Answer: “Won-ton? Not
now!”) The best and perhaps tenderest thing to do is to fall asleep in each
other’s arms, wet spots be dammed.

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Norma’s pussy was surmounted by a light-colored tuft of brown hair which
formed a perfect triangle. Yet, all her pubic hair was confined to her mons,
little of it extending to her pussy nor down to her perineum. Her engorged,
pouting outer lips were dark red and slightly opened, while her cleft shone
with moisture. It was the closest I had ever got to receiving a vulval smile.
Out of propriety and self-consciousness, I allowed myself but a brief
moment to visually savor her sex. I laid down between her legs and continued
the ardent kissing which had been temporarily suspended.
As we kissed, her jonquil-like scent became almost inebriating. From whence
did it emanate? I sniffed her hair, a warm amber scent. Her soft, aromatic
breath was merely an amalgam of chocolate-sweetness and tannic-tobacco. Her
hirsute armpits offered more interesting territory. The hair trapped her odor,
both concentrating it and radiating it like some sort of seductive antenna. As
I greedily licked her sweat, both olfactive and gustatory sensations came into
play. What might I compare her perspiration to? Brine-like, sakÐ’-like, ciderlike; her smell mixing with the odor of my saliva.

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Her apartment was (how can one put it tactfully?) a mess. An eclectic
mixture of reprocessed Victoriana, Japanese boutique, and neo-Haight-Ashbury.
“Hey Tweezer!” she yelled out to a battered birdcage, large enough to
comfortably house an albatross. In it chirped a finch of some nondescript sort,
while the cage bottom was covered with sheets of newspaper printed in Cyrillic.
“Make yourself comfortable while I heat up the chocolate” Norma directed as
she disappeared into the kitchen. There wasn’t much room to sit down anywhere
except on a large threadbare sofa, which I doubt had ever seen better days.
Piled haphazardly on the chairs were books of all sorts, with titles like: “The
Works of Virgil Finlay,” “The Kalmyk Mongols,” “Les Fleurs du Mal,” “Sundials,”
“Memoirs of a Tattoist,” etc. In all, a most diverse assortment of interests.
When Norma returned from the kitchen, I noticed that she had changed her
clothes. She was again wearing her accustomed jeans and a black tank-top. I had
never before seen her bare arms. I was mildly shocked to note that her
underarms were unshaven; adorned with sparse wisps of silky auburn down. She
was also barefoot. Her feet were tiny and well-formed, without any of the usual
calluses heels inflict on a woman. She looked adorable; women are so sylph-like
when barefoot.

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Needless to say, I could hardly keep my mind on the Coriolis Effect which
was being deliberated upon in my next Oceanography class. My thoughts were all
of Norma, that free-spirited, insouciant Lady of The Jonquils.
When the lecture was finally over and I made my way to the parking lot, I
spied Norma, leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette. She smiled at me.
“Miriam couldn’t give me a lift home. How about giving me one?” We walked
silently together to my old Subaru, the redoubtable “Silver Wraith.” The air
was still and dry; the sky a transparent grey, so characteristic of cheek-
reddening New England winters.
Norma lived quite far from school, in a part of town I was unfamiliar with.
Getting to her home was exasperating; she appeared to have an almost dyslexic
concept of right and left. As we drove, I learned that her roommate Miriam had
left for a holiday visit with her parents in Bangor.
We ultimately pulled up to an old building which had as a facade an
interesting tracery of ironwork. As she kneeled over the back of her seat,
scrambling for her books, she offhandedly asked: “Care to come up and have some
hot chocolate? It’s good stuff. Comes from Holland. A real Dutch Treat.”
“Sure” I answered, and followed her to the door. As she walked up the
stairs before me, my gaze was fixed on the creases behind her kneecaps which
opened and closed with each step.

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Some of the courses one is required to take in college are absolutely
unreal! Sociology is one of them. Sitting and trying to feign attentiveness
while listening to some professor pedantically drone on about “Modes of
Alienation” is surely beyond the threshold of endurance. As such, thoughts and
eyes tend to wander to more stimulating subjects. My preoccupation in
Sociology II was Norma.
I had met Norma through a mutual friend at the beginning of the semester.
When we discovered that we both had the same class, we naturally gravitated
towards each other’s familiar territory, sitting side-by-side in the same row.
Norma was slim and leggy; her short hair was of a nondescript brownish hue.
Her unencumbered breasts were small and she had a compact little tush which was
invariably ensconced in tight-fitting, faded jeans. She wore no make-up and I
never saw her in a dress or skirt. Often, she’d sport a purple scarf about her
head, effectively framing her face in a manner quite pleasing. Perhaps her most
striking physical attribute was her hands, pale and long-fingered, with
shortly-cropped nails. She probably could have been a marvelous keyboard
virtuoso. The whole demeanor of her gazelle-like being was decidedly hoydenish;
sort of a willowy Jamie Lee Curtis type if quantification was necessary.

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“Now come over and give me that bottle of “Cherry Flavored Love Cream”
she says.

And with that she takes the love cream and spreads it all over her
tits and makes little piles on her nipples then she draws a line down
one tit toward the center and up the other one then from the center
all the way down her body making a small pile on her belly button and
a large pile on her pussy, then she lays down on the bed, spreads her
legs wide and says ” I’m a Cupcake ! come and eat me!!!!” Yummmmmmm
Yum!! That cherry flavored cream mixed with her body is about the
best tasting stuff you ever tasted, as you start slurping it off the
closest tit until you eat it all up. Then following the line to the
other one you keep on licking and sucking. Keri is moaning softly and
holding your head with both hands gently caressing you as you go upon
your way. She shudders as you reach her belly button and moans a
little louder when you continue downward As you get to her pussy she
starts to shake gently and finely as you lick the last of the cream
from her clit she shivers violently as her orgasm reaches climax, She
quickly flips you on your back and starts spreading the cream on you
basically the same way it was on her. Only she begins licking and
sucking…

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“Mmmmmmmm, sound delightfully delicious” she laughed. “There are a
few fantasies I want to act out that I never had the opportunity to
do before.” she said, with a mischeiveous glint in her eyes.

We went up to the room and and unpacked everything. Keri rub her
shoulder and said that someone should redesign those airline seat and
make one that a human can sit in comfortably. She said that all that
flying in those uncomfortable seats has made havok to her muscles.
Me being the quick one one that I am (in more ways than one) walked
over to Keri and started massasing her shoulder.

“Oh that feels so good” she moan.

“You know,” Calvin said with a sly grin on his face, “it works alot
better if I could Massage your skin rather than your clothes. It
usually works better that way.”

“AAaaaahhhh. Oh. Oh. Ohhhhh!” I am being driven over the edge. You
move one hand down to my clit, and press your body closer to mine. I
can feel your breath in my ear. You begin biting it, pulling on it
with your teeth, forcing my head to arch back further.
“Stay like that.” Your request is a hoarse whisper, betraying your
weakening self control. With my head arched back, my hair cascades
down to the middle of my back, well below the shoulderblades. You
bury your face in the silkiness. Nuzzling it, plunging slowly but
deeply into me, squeezing my clit between two fingers at the same
time. I reach down a hand to help you, to guide you to the right
spot. With my hand on top of yours I rub myself, and rock against
you, until, “Ahh! Ah! Ah! Uhhhhhhh…. unnnngggghhhh!” I am shuddering and
coming, my ass squeezing *hard* with each spasm, my knees locked
straight. Even as it subsides, it is too much for you. You rise up
and begin fucking me harder and harder, our bodies mashing into each
other. You are grunting, and I am moaning, my voice rising to a
fever pitch. I don’t care any more who hears us it just feels so
damned good!

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What had Calvin gotten me into this time? Keri was apprehensive but
excited as the plane touched down at Savannah airport. Calvin had
arranged this weekend at Hilton Head promising ‘three days you’ll
NEVER forget, at a fantasy beach club for the adventurous. The South
in August can seem like the hottest and most humid place on Earth.
Calvin thus felt a little sorry for his friend Keri. Keri’s parent
were planning to spend the month touring the Orient and didn’t want
to leave her alone at their home in upstate New York.

As he waited for Keri to arrive at the airport, he realized he hadn’t
seen her or her family for over two years. His job at an advertising
firm just didn’t allow him to take too many trips. He had gone
through a long, drawn-out divorce during the past year that had also
forced him to stay in South. He hoped he would recognize Keri. He
thought of her pretty face and long blonde hair. He had always
thought that she was a very beautiful woman.

I put the coffee maker on and go to work slicing some apple, melon,
and mango. These, plus strawberries and grapes, I place on a plate
with some assorted cheeses – brie, camembert, grueyere. I top this
plate off with small dark and milk chocolates. I unbox the crackers
and spread herbed cream havarti on them. Then I add a smear of
salmon pate to some, plum and rum preserve on others. I slice
grueyere onto some more crackers, topping them with Cabernet
Sauvignon jelly. I arrange the dressed crackers on another plate,
leaving some plain on the side. The jar of jelly, complete with
spoon, gets placed in the middle of the plate. The coffee is now
ready, so I prepare two cups and take them upstairs.
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My shirt comes to just below my butt, so I had him reach for
it and we took a walk over to a nearby grove of willows. You can
imagine the rest. After we were through, it was getting to be
late afternoon and I let him go–I don’t think he ever learned my
name, and I don’t know his last name. But that beach’ll never be
the same, and the willows are now named the “Mr. Bill Memorial
Grove”–at least by me.

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