Sex on the Bar

Sitting in a bar somewhere in the Village, I am eagerly waiting for Maureen to join me. We - the "girls" - are going to have some fun together before joining the guys later to have, in Timothy´s words, a "real cool, New York style" home-made cocktail evening. I am wearing a mini skirt, and - obeying the order Maureen gave me - no underpants. So I am feeling a little nervous, when suddenly a guy in a long coat steps up and takes the place right next to me at the bar. He looks at me from top to toe, lingering a little - at least that´s my impression - in the middle. "Can I treat you to a drink?" He asks politely. "Sorry, I am waiting for someone." "I guessed so", he replies. "You´re Linda, right? And you´re waiting for Maureen?" "Yes", I am a little surprised. "She asked me to give you this." He says, handing me a note scribbled by Maureen. It reads: "Sorry, can´t make it until later. Sent Pete to keep you entertained meanwhile :) Hugs & feel you l8er, Maureen". "So you are ...?" "Pete. How about a drink now?" He waves the barkeeper, gives up an order, and returns shortly afterwards with two glasses. "What is it?" I ask, after taking a sip. "Tastes vaguely familiar." "It´s Sex on the bar." Pete replies, his hand reaching for my knee.

Slowly, his hand moves upward. "Maureen also asked me to check if you had obeyed her orders. I can see you´re wearing a mini skirt ... but the rest, I´m afraid, I´ll have to feel for myself. If you don´t mind ..." No, I don´t mind, even if the evening turns out a little different now from what I´d expected. I move my hips closer, so I am sitting at the edge of the bar stool now. Pete is holding his coat to disguise what is going on. (I´m not quite certain if the bar tender would appreciate this version of Sex on the Bar!) His hand is warm and gentle, stroking across the inner thigh of my left leg, and then back. And then up my right leg, almost, but not quite all the way up to the middle, to the center of my whetting pussy. Finally, he touches the lips of my puss. "I see you´ve been a good girl ... just like Maureen said. You want a reward?" he whispers inside my ear. "Yes Sir, please!" I whisper back, in mock obedience. "Good!" I can feel his hand again running smoothly up my thighs, his fingers playing piano with my pussy´s lips. I begin to moan, softly. He kisses me, pushing one finger into me, while caressing the outside with two other fingers. I start rubbing on the stool. "Shhhh!" he goes, "Let´s keep this a secret, ok? BEHAVE!" I nod, sheepishly, while trying hard to BEHAVE. His fingers are intonating a true concert, while a second finger has joined forces with his first inside me, rocking me, at times gently, at times forcefully, in an ever increasing crescendo of pure lust.

"C´mon, baby!" he whispers, as he feels my little knob hardening, while everything else is flowing and softening. I am sitting on his entire hand now, one naughty little finger trying to penetrate my anus. I cannot help moaning, it is getting too much. "Oh, please, don´t stop!" I gasp. He is moving up even closer, and I can feel his hard cock rubbing against my thigh. He is rubbing with increasing intensity, his fingers kneading my pussy, his cock hard on my thigh, both of us breathing hard. My hips are moving closer, I want to feel his dick touching my wet lips. He feels like he is barely holding back. It´s too much for me now, feeling his fingers working all over and inside me, while his cock seems on the verge of exploding. With a shiver that almost sends me off the stool (if it wasn´t for Pete standing in front of me, catching me), I am exploding, breathing hard, feeling my pulsating pussy gripping his fingers. I feel his cock shivering. I touch him, opening the fly. He groans.

"Time for some reward for you", I whisper, gliding off the stool. I kneel down. The bar is behind me, and his long coat is giving me cover. I free his hard cock, covered in excited, wet pearls. He feels like he is almost coming. Admittedly, I love dicks. I am completely addicted to them - I am, so to say, a complete ad-dickt. He his twitching with excitement, eagerly searching the warmth and wetness of my mouth, my lips playing with him. I take a deep breath and take as much of him into my mouth as possible. I feel him dripping more, his hands holding my head, moving his hard-on hungrily. "Suck me harder, babe!" he groans. I lick him and give my best sucking. Then I can feel him starting to twitch, finally pulsating, exploding in my mouth, salty juices flowing. I can hardly swallow it all, but i try to lick him clean.

"Please hand me a napkin. I´ve made a spill!" he asks the barkeeper politely, after regaining his breath. Pulling me up, he wipes my mouth and kisses me. "Hmmm ... I could sure do with some more of this stuff!" "What ... the sex on the bar? So could I!" I reply, hungrily rubbing my again whetting cunt against his leg. "Careful, or else ..." I can feel him harden again. Then, behind Pete, I suddenly spot Maureen. I have no idea for how long she has been watching us. Realizing that I have noticed her, she walks over to us, smiling broadly. She gives us a hug. "I guess you two did have a good time! Let´s have some more of it. Let´s go, I´m feeling very hungry! And -" looking down Pete´s growing middle - "I guess you could do with some dessert, too."

Surprise!

Suddenly there is some sort of suspense in the air. We have been talking and laughing all evening, just like good friends do, touring from coffee place to bar and back. It´s been a very enjoyable Saturday so far. But now, something feels different. You look me deep into the eyes. You´ve never looked at me this way before (or perhaps I just hadn´t noticed), and it is sending a twingling sensation down my spine. "Wanna try out something new?" I return your look, although I can hardly bear it. Not entirely sure what "something new" is meant to refer to, I ask - just to be on the safe side - "And what would that be?" "Let me surprise you." You give me a cheeky little smile that is driving me up the wall. You´re so bloody irrestible at that very moment, it´s almost annoying. "Ok, I´ll follow you. No questions asked." "That´s just what I´d expect from a good girl", you whisper into my ear, softly biting it. Ahhhh! You´re sending shivers all the way down my spine, and somewhere in the middle, too.

We´ve been good friends - buddies - for quite a while, enjoying each other´s company, in a Harry-and-Sally mode. It´s been free of any sexual allusions so far and entirely enjoyable. Not that there haven´t been occasional advances from one of us to the other, but - at least in my perception - they have mostly been passed in a mock-fashion. Or have they? Maybe I´ve been missing something here, but whatever is going to happen - hell, let it happen tonight. Or any other time, for that matter.

Not being allowed to ask any questions on your plans, I keep my mouth shut, and we walk in silence for a while. You wrap your arm around my waist, giving me a slightly tickeling pinch. I jump, but, admittedly, I enjoy your touch. And I decidedly enjoy the suspense you´re giving me. It´s a not-quite-summer night, with a slight chill in the air. "Ever been to ´The Hookers´?" You ask, breaking the silence. ´The Hookers´ is one of those New York places I have been curious about, but never dared to go to. It´s a predominantly gay and lesbian club, but it´s supposed to be really wild. Supposedly, when you enter it on your own, it´s easier to leave the place with at least one other person (depending on your sexual preference) than alone. Wild dancing, hot music, lethal drinks. But not that I wouldn´t be curious. In company, anyway. "No," I say, "I´ve heard about it, though. Sounds like one hell of a crazy club." "Crazy ... crazy ..." you smile. "Not for a real New Yorker!" You say, putting on a tone of mock supremacy. The Big City Boy here, the Country Girl there. "Oh, ´scuse me, I´m the little Jersey Girl. But I know how to milk cows. Ain´t that something?" I giggle. "Yeah, that´ll sure come in handy in THE city, won´t it? Let´s see if we can find a cow for you ..." You pretend to be searching for one, shielding your eyes with one hand, native Indian-style, looking first this direction, than that direction. "No, doesn´t look like it, I´m afraid!" You say, after seemingly scanning the horizon, drawing me closer, just to tickle me and make me jump again.I try to put on an earnest face. "Oh, well ..." I sigh, "but you´ll never know where knowledge of a good, strong milking grip might be useful ... not to say extremely enjoyable." You bite my ear again. "Oh! Hadn´t thought about that one. Are you gonna show me?" You are giving me an innocent look now. "If you behave, I might do just that." I reply with a broad, dirty smile. "No, no, no," you protest. "It´s not up to you tonight to subject me to any good-behaviour conditions! Tonight, I´m in charge. Fully, utterly and completely! Agreed? Or else ..." "Or else ... what?" "I´ll have to think of some real draconian punishment," you murmur in what´s supposed to be a deep and scary voice. "Oh. Ok, Yessir, agreed, at least for tonight I´ll let you believe you´re in charge! - So ´The Hookers´ is where we´re headed right now?" I ask. "Shhh ... Don´t you remember? No questions asked!" you admonish me, drawing me towards you again, but this time without tickling. With a sigh, I succumb to your arm, wrapping mine around your waist in turn.

It´s good to feel your warmth. Strange I´ve never noticed before, but perhaps tonight I´m just more receptive for whatever-it-is that is hanging in the air.Your hand is straying a little now, wandering toward my butt, pinching it firmly. "Hmm ... your lower back feels good!" "Hmmm..." I purr, not quite certain about what it is that you´re up to now. "I´d love to feel some more of you." There´s no irony in your voice anymore, and that look you´re giving me makes me shiver, again. We stop in front of a low-rise building in the midst of the Village. "Ok, so this is where I live. Thanks for walking me home!" Your mischieveous grin has returned to your face. "Oh, allright then - good night!" I grin back at you, unwinding me of your embrace. "Not so fast! Do you really think I would let you go back all the way alone? You, the country girl, in the midst of the Evil City? No friggin´ way!" "So ...?" I ask, and then "Oops, sorry - I just remembered: No questions!" "Now, that´s a good girl," you smile. "Actually, I was going to ask you inside my den, for a little nightcap, if that´s allright with you ...?" We´re facing each other now. You draw me close to you, looking deep into my eyes. "You´re thinking ´The Hookers´ is a wild place? Wait till you´ve seen ´The Lion´s Den´!" And then you kiss me. It is a warm and subtle kiss, inspiring my curiosity. "I´ll feel safe as long as the Boy From The Big City is with me. In fact, with you, I´ll probably even survive ´The Lion´s Den´. I´ll trust you," I smile cheekily, "even if that turns out to be a big mistake." "Don´t worry!" you reply with an equally naughty smile as you open the door.

We walk up three flights of stairs (no elevator in this pre-war building). You unlock the dark, wooden door and switch on the lights. "Have a seat," you say, pointing toward a group of oriental-style chair cushions. "I´ll mix us something to drink. Would a smoothie be fine? No alcohol, of course - or next to none," You are grinning broadly. "Sure, that´d be great! Can I give you a hand?" "Don´t you dare - at least not for the moment. Make yourself comfy!" You stick your head out from behind the kitchen door, with that smile again! I´m lost! Taking my jacket off, I let my gaze wander through the tiny apartment. What a cool place, I am thinking to myself, but I didn´t really expect anything conventional. On the floor next to the cushions, there are a couple of magazines. I pick up one of them and curiously flip through the pages. It´s some sort of lifestyle magazine, lots of nice photographs of the usual handsome male and female models. What catches my interest, however, is an article about anal sex. I start reading it, getting so absorbed that I don´t even notice that you have returned from the kitchen, holding two glasses with something that vaguely looks like a strawberry margharita. I almost jump when you hand me the drink you just mixed. "Interesting reading?" you ask, smiling at me. "Thank you!" We lift our glasses, cheering. "Yummie! What is this?" "A peach-and-strawberry smoothie, with a drop of sparkling wine." You sit down on the cushion next to me. Curiously, you look at the magazine to find out what it was that caught my interest. "Ah, it´s that report about anal sex. Ever tried it?" "Tried - yes. Successful, no." "How come?" you ask. "You know," I say, "anal sex to me is both fascinating and scary. Whenever I try it, it really turns me on up to a certain point. In fact, up to the point where it gets serious business. At which point it turns from lust to pain to ´No, stop!´ I can´t really imagine it is more enjoyable than painful." You look at me, listening attentively. "And from what I´ve been reading here," I continue, "I´m not alone. Perhaps there is a trick that I don´t know of yet." I look at you, enquiringly. "Well, perhaps there is," you reply thoughtfully, taking my hand, letting it glide through your fingers. "In fact ..." you stop in the middle of the sentence. "Yes?" "Hmm ... you wanna find out?" Here it is again, that smile. I am nervous and curious at the same time. "First rule: Relax," you say, sensing my tension, moving behind me.

You are sitting close to me, your legs stretched out parallel to mine. I can feel your breath in my neck and your groin against my butts. Your hands are starting to massage my neck gently. "I´ll make you loosen up entirely, so there will be no tension and, hence, no painful cramping. Your muscles will have to let go. YOU will have to let go. But just let me do, ok?" I nod, enjoying the feeling of your hands kneading my neck and shoulders, firm, yet gently. Already, I can feel some of the tension falling off me. "Sorry, I´ll have to relieve you of some of your clothes, otherwise the massage won´t be as effective. Let me take off your shirt." I nod and put up my arms, obediently. You pull off my t-shirt. "No bra? Good! Then again, I´d have enjoyed peeling it off you." I can feel your wicked smile in my back. I am longing for some more of this treatment, vowing to myself to give some of this good feeling back to you at a later point (perhaps giving the City Boy a demonstration of my milking abilities?). Your fingers keep kneading, moving to and fro between my neck and shoulders. I hardly notice at first, but slowly, you are inching a little lower with every move. You are blowing my neck softly when your gently massaging fingers finally reach my underarms. "Careful, I´m extremely ticklish!" I squeak, quivering, as you touch my armpits. "Just try and relax," you say softly, "but do not try to force it." You keep on kneading, changing your touch making it a little more forceful now, and the tickling sensation stops. With a sigh I give myself up to your touch, trusting you to not tickle me on purpose.

Your hands move around and touch my breasts. You are pulling up closer, softly kissing my neck, and through your pants I can feel your hardening dick prodding my lower back. I shiver, but this time not because you are tickeling me. Your hands are slowly kneading my breasts, then gently stroking my nippels. My pussy is beginning to give me that aching sensation, that almost painful urge to be touched. I want your hands to move down lower, but instead, you withdraw them from my front, and you let your fingers glide down my spine instead, exerting pressure as you move. "Hey!" I protest. "There´s some more parts on my front side that are really tense and that are in bad need of some relaxing massage." You can´t help grinning. "I am the master, so you had better leave it up to me to decide which parts are due to be touched at what time." you scold, trying - in vain - not to let your grin (and your growing horniness) spoil the impression of master admonishing naughty child. I bite my lips so I don´t start to giggle. "Hey, hey, loosen up!" you say, noticing the sudden tension around my neckline, shaking my shoulders. "I can´t hide anything from you, can I?" I sigh, pretending to resignate. "Of course not! It´s time you accepted that." you reply, biting my neck. I can´t help relaxing anyway as your fingers are working their way up and down my spine. There´s the prod of your cock again. "Master?" "Yes? What is it now?" you ask, apparently upset at me not behaving quite the way I should. "Sorry to interrupt one more time - but don´t you think it would be a lot more comfortable and, hence, relaxing, if you got rid of that surely uncomfortable denim? I thought that something more lose was more appropriate for both the one giving the massage and the one recieving it." You grin. "I accept your suggestion, for once.You wanna give me a helping hand? But," you continue earnestly, moving round to look into my eyes, "behave! You´re only supposed to help me remove those uncomfortably tight pants. Nothing more, understood?" I eagerly nod my head, secretly resolved to touch your cock on the first possible occasion, while playing the all-innocent and well behaved girl.

You kneel down, facing me, while I´m still seated cross-legged. Your bulge is prominently visible. You point your hips closer towards me, so I can reach for your fly without getting up. I struggle with the button of your jeans, but finally, I manage to open it. Carefully I pull down the zipper. Even if I tried it would be next to impossible to not touch your protruding cock, and I let my fingers glide down your shaft deliberately while opening the fly of your pants. You moan softly, giving a sigh of relief when your pants are finally open. I pull your pants down over your hips, my face not entirely inadvertently touching your wonderful bulge, wishing to bury myself into the slightly wet warmth of your horniness, inhaling your delicious smell. "While we´re at it," I say getting up, "how ´bout removing your shirt as well?" You mumble something which I take to be assent, so I start unbuttoning your shirt, my hands gliding over your breast, down your belly, my lips following them along, stopping just above your beltline. (I know to restrain myself, after all! *grin*!) After having removed your shirt, our bare upper bodies touch, as if by coincidence. You draw me up close to you. "Now," you whisper, "it´s unavoidable to remove your all too tight pants as well, or else I just won´t be able to continue my massage." While unbuttoning my jeans with one hand, the forefinger of your other hand is slipping under my thong, briefly fingering the wet crevice of my pussy. Oh god, I wish you´d never stop! My puss is eagerly trying to devour your finger, but you withdraw it. "Not so fast, babe!" you whisper into my ear. "We´re on to something completely different." You pull down both my jeans and my undies and tell me to lie down now on my belly. You shove a pillow beneath my hips, making my bum sticking up in the air. "I´ll be right back!" you whisper hornily, wandering out of sight, your bulge, still covered in a pair of extremely sexy light grey briefs showing the wet drips of your oozing precum, seemingly leading the way.

I wriggle on the pillow-heap, my clit rubbing hungrily against the cotton (I seriously hope you can remove the covers to wash them, I´m making a mess already!) When you return, I hear the familiar buzz of a vibrator. "Oh babe, what are you up to now?" I moan, my thighs soaking wet with my cunt´s horny juices. "Hmmm ...." is all you´re saying. You kneel down between my legs, grab me by the hips, pulling my butt up a little more. Gently, you rub the vibrator against my clit, letting it circle round and round, now touching my lips, now gently inserting it into my puss ... "Oh yeah!" I moan. You pull it back out again, repeating the cycle - clit, lips, pussy - time and again. "Just hold this for a sec, will you?" you say finally, taking my hand down, making me hold the vibrator close to my puss. I don´t have to ask you what you´re doing -´ even before I feel it, I know that you are going to sprinkle my bum with lube. Gently, you are pulling my buttocks apart. I can feel the cool lubricant dripping down the crevice between the cheeks of my butt. I am arching my back, my entire body expressing suspense, while I can feel your hard dick prodding against my inner thighs. You are spreading the lube, one of your fore-fingers gently circling the tiny hole in the middle. Oh yes, I want to feel you. You are pressing a little harder, carefully watching for any signs of discomfort. Finally, you are taking control of Mr. Vibe again. This time, however, not circling the entirety of my cunt. Instead, you are now working my bottom with the pleasurable feel of vibrating silicone. Watching the vibrator moving around my well-lubricated butthole, which is slowly opening up, seems to turn you on even more, judging by the intensity of your prodding and the wetness of your cock - still jailed in his briefs. I love the feel of your precum. "I want you to take off those briefs. NOW!" I beg you, and, without too much reluctance, you finally give in to my pledges, ridding yourself of the tiny bit of remaining textile.

Watching the little hole in front of you giving in and opening up to the vibrator gets you even hornier. I can tell by the stream of your precum dripping onto the cheeks of my butts and the increasing intensity of the prodding of your cock. My muscles are totally relaxed now. "Babe, I want you inside me..." I whisper, my voice barely audible. "Heya, babe, I wanna feel you, too!" you reply, your voice equally horny (not to mention your cock!). Carefully, you pull out the vibrator. You lean over me, your cock touching my butthole in the process, and reach out for a pack of condomes. You pull one out and hand it to me. "I´d better get dressed," you grin hornily, moving around. I get up onto my knees, my fingers hastily trying to nestle the wrapping open. Seeing your cock covered in precum almost makes me lose my mind. I simply cannot just pull the condome over you. I cannot resist the temptation of licking your head, tasting the salty juices your cock has been oozing. "Careful, babe", you moan as my tongue is gliding over your dick, my fingers working your contracted balls, "or you´re just gonna make me cum right away!" I unravel the condome, drawing it over your hard, horny boner, enjoying the feel of your throbbing hardness in my hands. Watching your face almost distorted with lust gets me even more excited. After one last gentle bite into your hard balls, I lie down again on my belly, sticking my butt up into the air invitingly. I can feel you getting behing me, pulling me up, so I´m on my knees again. Your cock is rubbing against my butts, one of your hands playing with my clit, while your other hand is gently rubbing my butthole. Then both of your hands are pulling my butts apart. I feel your cock throbbing against my hole which is glistening with lube. You´re pushing against me, letting take control of your dick, following his excited drive. My anus gives in, opening up for you, longing for you. There is a short sensation of a little painful twitch, then you´re inside me. In animalic excitement, you are moving deeper into me. "Babe, I´m not gonna last for very much longer!" I almost scream, feeling you so incredibly deep inside me. I hear you breathing heavily, your movements getting faster and faster, your balls rubbing against my butts, your fingers again touching my clit. You are fucking me hard now, fast, accelerating, our breathing increasingly louder and faster. I can hold back no longer. My body erupts in an almost violent explosion of pure lust, and then I feel you cumming. We are moaning loudly, screaming, feeling each other blowing up. My butt twitches, my cunt is snapping for your fingers, your dick still pulsating inside me.

Breathing hard, as if we had just finished a 10k, we are collapsing onto the pillows, you lying on top of me, your arms wrapped around the lower parts of my belly, your wet belly on my wet back. You bite my neck. I try to turn round, longing to kiss you, your cock still inside me. We just lie there, kissing, your hand gently touching my sweat-covered face, until your cock has softened a little. You gently pull out, removing the condome. I bend down to lick your bright red head. Maybe I can have some more of that later ... "Hmmmm ..... this was very nice!" "Mmmmmm ..." you mumble. "How about some dessert ... later?" "I´d LOVE a dessert!" I mumble, snuggling up to you, my cunt and butt still pulsating. For a while, we just lie there, snuggled up against each other, feeling each other´s warmth. And I feel your cock rising again ... Hmmmm ... "What a great surprise!" I say. "Told ya!" you say with that irresistible grin. ;)

Felines

Her name is Maureen. She is the boyish type, of slender stature, and has slightly curly, dark, shortish hair. We have been talking and laughing a lot during the past hour, as Jo and Timothy have been heading off to Timothy's place to have their wicked ways. It is getting late, and the bunch of guys and girls that have been with us are leaving the 'Comfort Zone' one after another. For some reason, Maureen and I are reluctant to leave for the night just yet. "Actually, I feel like dancing. Do you like to dance?" she says, leaning towards me. "I'd love to!" I say. "Cool! There's a good place, not far off. Afterwards, if you like, you can sleep at my place. And we can go and meet Timothy and Jo for breakfast later in the morning. I live just around the corner from his place." "Sounds great," I say, "and thanks for offering me to stay at your place!" "So let's go!" Maureen leans over the counter and addresses the barkeeper: "Marc, in case Timothy and Jo come back here looking for Linda, would you please tell them that we've gone dancing and are heading to my place afterwards? We'll be meeting them for breakfast at Timothy's." Marc nods, grinning, whispering something into Maureen's ear. She grins back at him broadly, giving him a mock slap on his cheek. She takes me by the hand. Waving at Marc, we leave the 'Comfort Zone'.

It's a warm summer night in Manhattan, and the short walk to the dance club feels good. Maureen and I are holding hands. I tell her about me and Jo, she tells me about her girl friend, Sara, who has gone home to her parent's place for the summer holidays. We enter the club, which is called the 'Voodoo Launge'. It is around two in the morning, and the place is fully packed. I am treating Maureen to a drink at the bar. Then she takes me by the hands and drags me off to the dance floor.

We are diving into the rhythm of the music and the flickering lights, dancing away, touching each other's hips now and again. Increasingly, there's a sexual touch to our dance, as our hips are drawn towards each other, and we keep touching each other, lightly at first, around the waist, and at the bottoms. As the music slows down, we are dancing closer and closer and are holding each other tight. Her hands are caressing my back, working their way down to my buttocks. She draws my hips towards hers, and I equally enjoy the feeling of her hands on my lower back, and the feeling of her firm buttocks moving in my hands. She takes my face into her hands, pulling me closer, opening her mouth. I close my eyes. Our lips are touching, a bit shy at first, but then we kiss, with increasing passion and fervor.

We must have spent around two hours on the dance floor, but I could go on like this forever. On the other hand, I am starting to think that some privacy would also be ok, feeling somewhat itchy from the arousing dancing. Maureen must be thinking along similar lines. "How about some coffee and maybe a bite at my place?" she whispers into my ear, while her hands are firmly pinching my buts. And she is looking deep into my eyes in a way that makes want to melt right away. "And perhaps a shower", I whisper back at her, grinning. "I am soaked!" Maureen smiles. Taking a nose full from under her arms, she pulls a face in mock disgust and nods.

On our way to her place, we keep giggling, holding hands, touching and kissing, enjoying the warm summer breeze. At the door of her apartment, she stops briefly, taking me into her arms, stroking the hair from my forehead, and we kiss, our crotches seeking each other's proximity. "If I had a dick, it would be one hell of a boner now!" she whispers into my ear. "You are really turning me on, Linda!" I bite her neck in reply, giving a mock growl. "If I had a dick, it would be dripping all over now.", I reply. "But I'm dripping anyway." We stumble into her apartment, still kissing, tearing each other's T-shirts off. I have never touched another woman before or been touched by one. She grips my small breasts, my nipples hardening. She licks them, and I feel like my entire body is burning, longing for her touch, and longing to touch her.

Excited, I let my hands wander down her back, letting one hand slide inside her jeans. She is not wearing any underpants, my hands are feeling her naked bottom, wandering towards her crotch. She gives a slight moan, taking my other hand and placing it onto one of her firm little breasts. My fingers glide over her hardening nipples. I feel like I have to kiss her breasts instantly. My tongue starts playing with her nipples, and before I know what I am doing, my hands are unbottoning her pants and touching her soft, curly haired pussy. "Linda, stop, before I am losing my senses," she whispers. "What if you did lose them right away?" I reply quietly, kissing my way down, from her breasts, to her belly button, longing to lick and suck the full lips of her excited pussy. With resolve, she pulls me up. "Wait a second", she says, unbottoning my pants in return. "Weren't we going to have a shower?" "Let me just give your puss one short, little kiss!" I beg. She shakes her head, not accepting my protests, although she herself is shivering with excitement. My hand is gliding between her legs, feeling her warmth and wetness. Her fingers are seeking my puss now in return, but she won't let me kiss her - yet. She seems to be enjoying this game of anticipation, power, excitement, and holding back, increasing the arousal to a maximum.

She takes off my pants, kneeling down as she slips them over my feet. Her head is gliding up between my legs. I am stretching my pussy towards her, longing to be licked and touched. She sticks out her tongue, catching some of my wildly dripping juices, moving past my pussy, kissing her way up along my belly, my breasts, biting my neck, which is enough to drive me bananas. "Come on, lets go have a shower," she says softly, taking me by the hands.

Her bathtub sure has room enough for the both of us. Our bodies are shivering with excitement. She turns on the tap, warm water sprinkles our hot bodies. She takes the soap, applying a generous amount of lather to her hands. Then she starts rubbing me, gently. She starts at my neck, then covers my breasts with the bubbly foam, working her way deeper down. I stretch my shaven pussy towards her, but she is heading for my legs first, one by one, coming tantalizingly close to my crotch as she covers the inside of my thighs with froth. She keeps rubbing, letting her hands glide up and down my thighs, rubbing my bottoms, grabbing them tight. I can feel her arousal. She hands me the soap, and I start rubbing her in turn. Our bellies touch. We kiss, the water running over our hot faces. I am rubbing her back, letting my fingers slip to her buttocks, feeling my way towards the back of the soft, warm, wet crevice of her pussy. I want to kiss her pussy so badly it almost hurts. Rubbing off the soap, I am working my way down, right to her feet. I kiss her toes, then kiss my way up her legs, hearing her groaning, feeling her shiver as my tongue touches her knees, back and front.

My tongue works its way up, to the upper inside of her thighs. "Oh yes please, Linda, kiss my puss!" she finally groans softly, holding my head, not only allowing my mouth to touch, but this time pushing me towards her crotch. I kiss and suck the lips of her pussy, wanting to go deeper and deeper, tasting her, arousing her more and more. My tongue has located her clit, playing with that hard, excited little knob. Then I let my tongue play with her pussy's lips. I am biting her, softly, looking up at her to see if I'm doing the right thing. Her face is contorted with ecstasy. She pulls me up. "Not so fast," she groans, "I'll be exploding any minute". We are kissing, our tongues seeking each other, Maureen's hands now playing with my wet and extremely excited pussy.

We finger each other, still kissing, moaning. "Let my tongue get back down", I beg. "Just a second." She turns off the tap. "No need for more wetness", she says grinning broadly and hornily. She takes a towel off the shelf above us and starts rubbing me dry. Parts of myself are getting drier, anyway. "Come on!" she pulls me out of the bathtub with resolve. I rub her dry in turn, but I just have to lick her wet pussy again, sucking up the juices which are now flowing generously. She is groaning louder. "I want to feel you all over," she whispers excitedly.

We are heading for the soft carpeted floor of her living room, rolling over, like two cats playing, biting each other's necks. Now she is lying on top of me, our bellies and our hot, wet cunts touching. I love the feel of her skin. I take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking it like a baby, until it contracts into a small, hard, knob. We are moving our excited bodies, rubbing them on one another, getting higher and higher with arousal. Then she starts moving down. She turns me round, so I am lying on my belly. Her tongue glides between my buttocks, her hands are touching my labia, while she licks my pussy from behind, finally letting her tongue slide into me. She licks my juices, I am losing my mind. "Come on baby," she says, breathing hard. "Let yourself lose! I wanna feel your puss shakin' and shiverin'!" Her tongue is moving faster and faster, while her fingers are softly stimulating my hard little clit. She bites me softly, driving me even madder. I twitch, and then I can feel it coming. I shake hard, groaning loud, but she won't stop licking and fingering. Finally, she lets go and turns me round again, kneeling above my face.

I grab her bottom, pulling myself up far enough so I am able to lick her. My tongue wanders around the lips of her pussy again. My finger is playing with her anus. "If you keep doing that, I'll go crazy in a second!" Maureen groans. "That's the idea!" I grin at her. I can feel her labia pulsating wildly. Her clit shows, like a small, hard penis. I keep sucking and licking. I am rubbing her hot little anus with my finger, while my mouth is sucking her pussy. "Linda, I'm not gonna be able to hold back for much longer! I'm just gonna come!" she groans softly, "Come on!" I say nudgingly, the fingers of one hand deeply entering her pussy, rubbing her clit, and exerting increasing, but soft pressure with the finger still playing with her but. She pulls my face toward her puss again. I suck, lick, and then I feel her exploding with ecstasy, her body shaking, her juices flowing. She screams with excitement. I keep sucking and licking her, until she collapses next to me, laughing and out of breath. "Stop it - I'm just gonna turn into a heap of useless jelly!"

We are lying on the floor in each other's arms, facing one other, our sweating, hot bodies touching. Outside, the sun is starting to rise. "By the way," I say. Maureen is looking up. "Yes, honey?" "What was that barkeeper whispering into your ear, when we left the 'Comfort Zone'?" Maureen gives me a naughty little grin. "Oh, he just admonished me to make sure I wouldn't devour you completely, otherwise he wouldn't be sure what to tell Jo if he came looking for you." "You sure are one heck of a wild lioness!" I say, biting her neck, making her groan again.

Lederhosen

The first time we meet him in the middle of a street in Midtown Manhattan. He is tall, has bright, green, curly hair bound to a pony-tail, and has plenty of lilac eye-shadow. And he is wearing knee-length Lederhosen. As we pass, he gives Jo a mischieveously, naughty smile accompanied by a wink.

Well, this is New York, so nothing ever comes really as a surprise. Later on, Jo and I are having a round of Starbucks coffee, sitting on the lawn at Bryant Park, enjoying the warm mid-summer day and the hustle and bustle there at midday. And we start talking about that brief encounter in the middle of 6th Avenue. Jo has never before been made a pass at by a guy in such a charmingly obvious way. And he has been curious for a while to experience sex with another guy.

"Shit, I should have asked him for his number!" he says. "You might meet him again!", I comfort him. "You know that Manhattan is a small place, and you keep bumping into people in the most unlikely places. But if you do run into him again, be sure to grab that bull by its horn", I say to him with a dirty smile. "You've got a point", Jo says grinning, rising to get another round of coffee.

As he is waiting to be served at the little busy Starbucks booth at the corner, suddenly a hand touches his shoulder. "Man, for the second time today? Can't be coincidence, it's got to be ... karma." Jo turns round, baffled. Sure enough, it's the Lederhosen guy. They get to talk while they are waiting for their coffees, and Jo asks Timothy - that's his name - to join us on the lawn.

I can't believe my eyes when I see the pair of them approaching. "See who I found," Jo says grinning broadly. He introduces us: "Linda - Timothy, Tmothy - Linda!" Timothy and I shake hands. "Cool to meet you - again," I smile at him. We talk, we laugh, and we're enjoying Timothy's company. Timothy has his eyes all over Jo, time and again smiling at him in an irresistable way. When it is time for Timothy to leave and get back to work after his lunch-break, he says: "You guys know what? Let's meet tonight at 'The Comfort Zone'." He scribbles down an address. "They're gonna have a Jazz band there tonight. It's a cool place, not too far from where I live. The food's great, and the booze ain't too expensive. You're gonna like it, I'm pretty sure. And," he says, smiling at me, "there's a couple of girls who'll be there tonight who might be just right for you, sweetheart." "We'll be there," Jo says after exchaning a brief glance with me, just to check whether I have any objections. (Which I don't have. In fact, I'm curious as hell!)

The Comfort Zone is a bar to our tastes. It's located in the Village. It's got that certain kind of seediness - not too dark, but definitely not too bright. It's a laid-back place where you can feel at home right away. And the crowd is gay, lesbian, bisexual, heterosexual - all preferences in peaceful coexistence. The music is cool and relaxed. Timothy is standing at the bar, waving at us as we enter the place. "Hey, here are my German friends!" he shouts, treating us to a round of smoothies. He introduces us to a whole set of guys and girls. It's a typical evening in a typical New York bar.

Time and again, Timothy touches Jo's hand, and occasionally, his hands wander off to touch Jo's firm buttocks, as if by coincidence. Jo, after some initial shyness, starts becoming a little more daring himself, touching Timothy in turn, and spanking his bottom. Timothy whispers something into Jo's ears, and Jo says something to him in turn. Jo turns to me. "Timothy wants me to join him in his appartment." Timothy smiles at me. "Do you mind, if I steal your boyfriend for a couple of hours? I'd ask you to join us - Jo told me that you'd love to watch - but I'm a bit shy, at the first time, anyway." He gives me that irresistible smile. "OK you guys, go ahead." Jo and I kiss - I can feel his fire. "Sure you don't mind, baby?" he whispers into my ear. I shake my head. "I'll be fine, don't worry. So I'll see you two for breakfast?" Timothy nods. He scribbles down something and hands me the note "Here is where I live, that's my number... In case you need something, or in case you're worried. Let's say around 11 tomorrow morning, at my place?" I nod. Timothy gives me a short hug and kisses me on the cheek. Jo takes me into his arms and kisses me again. I am starting to get really horny, from Jo's passionate kisses, and imagining what these two are gonna be up to in a short while.

I wave at them as they are leaving The Comfort Zone, feeling a bit strange. But I don't have much time to fall into dark thoughts. "Don't worry, Timothy will return Jo in one piece", Maureen, one of the girls introduced to us earlier, whispers into my ear. "Come on, Linda, I'll treat you to a drink."

Holding hands and touching bottoms, Jo and Timothy are approaching Timothy's appartment. "I am bit nervous", Jo confesses. "So am I", Timothy replies. "Let's have some coffee, so we can both losen up a bit, allright?" Coffee is always fine by Jo. They sit on the appartment floor, sipping coffee, smiling at each other, and touch hands again and again, with ever more deliberation and ever more daringly. "I want to show you something!" Timothy says, taking Jo by the hands and pulling him up. He opens the door to a fairly huge room, almost a loft. Timothy's appartment is the highest in the building. He leads Jo to the window front. Jo gasps - what a breathtaking view of the Manhattan skyline.
Timothy is behind Jo. He starts hugging him, taking Jo's long hair aside and kisses his neck. Slowly, passionately. His lips are working their way down. He takes off Jo's T-shirt and lets his fingers glide down Jo's spine. He kisses Jo's back all the way down. Jo starts moaning softly. He turns round, facing Timothy. Timothy takes his face between his hands, kissing Jo on the forehead, on the nose, on the mouth. And then they start kissing passionately. Jo feels his dick getting hard. They hug more closely and can feel each others hardening cocks. Timothy takes Jo's hands. "Know what I like best about those Lederhosen?" he says softly, leading Jo's hands to the flap of his Lederhosen. "You can open them no problem, no matter how hard you are." Jo opens the flap. Timothy moans softly. "Oh yeah, touch me, please!" he groans. Timothy is not wearing briefs, and his hard dick is almost jumping into Jo's hands. Jo starts stroking him with both hands, while Timothy grabs Jo's bottoms with a firm grip. They kiss, with increasing excitement. Carefully, Timothy opens the top button and cautiously unzips Jo's tight fitting jeans. Liberation! Timothy pulls down Jo's briefs, and they are massaging each other. Jo is very much aroused, his cock is dripping with anticipation. Feeling another guy's dick in his hands is a very tingling sensation. Timothys red-hot glans is dripping. They massage and massage each other. They stand kissing and stroking each other. "I'm gonna come in a minute, if you're not careful." Jo moans. Timothy can feel his excitement, the twitching of Jo's dick.Timothy keeps pulling him closer, stroking him. "Let's take our clothes off completely, so we have a little more freedom to move," Timothy says, groaning again. "And, babe, careful - I am pretty excited myself." Now they stand, completely naked, hugging tightly, their bodies touching front to front. Their excited dicks are touching each other and each other's belly. They feel each others wet drips. They grab each other by the bottoms, kissing. Then, slowly, Timothy slides down, kissing Jo's nipples, his belly, his belly-button, and finally digs his face into Jo's groin. "What are you doing? Oh my god - this feels too good!" Jo groans, as Timothy starts licking his dick. He takes him into his mouth, letting his tongue play with Jo's glans, licking off the drips that have turned into a stream. Jo has never been sucked like this before. "Oh yeah, this is incredible!" Jo mutters, holding Timothys head, pressing him towards his groin. Timothy's excitement rises, as he can feel Jo almost coming. Jo is holding back. Timothy looks up at him. "I want you to come! I want you to come hard in my mouth! I want to taste you! I want to swallow you!" He says in between licking, kissing and sucking Jo. He kisses his balls - they contract, as if ready to shoot. Timothy himself almost comes, just feeling Jo's arousal. He sucks harder, tasting Jo's fluids, but Jo is still holding back. He must be exploding. Timothy grabs Jo's buttocks. He covers one of his fingers with the drips from his own dick. Then he lets his finger glide slowly into the fold between Jo's buttocks. His finger is working his way towards Jo's anus, stroking him there. Jo's breathing gets harder, faster. Timothy feels his dick twitching in his mouth. His finger insists more and more, sliding a little deeper into Jo's bum. Jo can not hold back for much longer. As Timothy's finger penetrates his anus, Jo gives a loud moan. His body twitches. He explodes, his juice shooting into Timothy's mouth. Timothy keeps sucking and sucking, his excitement now to much, coming himself, just feeling and tasting Jo. Exasperated, they collapse next to each other, hugging, kissing and smiling. Jo takes Timothy's cock. "Let me taste you!" he whispers, taking Timothy into his mouth, licking and sucking off Timothy's juices now in turn.

Although they both have just come, they get aroused again. For Jo, it is the first time to suck a dick. The sensation, again, is enough to turn him on instantly. He feels his dick getting hard. And he feels Timothy's dick hardening as well, growing in his mouth. "Jo! This feels so good!" Timothy groans. Excited, Jo kisses the insides of Timothy's thighs, nibbling his shaven balls, taking as much of Timothy's cock into his mouth as will fit. Jo can feel him dripping. "Turn round!" Timothy invites Jo. Jo turns round, so Timothy can caress his reawakened dick. Timothy moans. "Keep doing it! This feels mighty good! Oh yeah, let your tongue play with my glans!" Jo kisses and licks, lets his tongue touch Timothy's glans, while he his sucking him, feeling increasingly excited, as Timothy is caressing Jo's dick with both hands, smearing his drips over the top of his cock. Jo can feel his juices rising, but he is determined to let Timothy come first this time. He puts his hands below Timothy's buttocks, caressing them, as he sucks his dick. "I am coming! I am coming!" Timothy almoust shouts, grabbing Jo's cock harder, as Jo sucks him, feeling his dick pulsating in his mouth, feeling him shoot, almost suffocating him, but he keeps sucking, his cock still gripped tightly by Timothy, until Timothy has stopped twitching and squirting. And now Jo lets his dick squirt, hard, because he has held back for a while, Timothy caressing him and stroking his glans with his thumbs, feeling him squirt, trying, to catch some of Jo's juice with his mouth.

Again, they hug, just lying there now, teaspooning, getting some rest, enjoying each others warmth.