Amy:-
Sean had taken Amy out for a meal after work and now they were back at Amy and Rachel's place. Rachel had said she was going out to a nightclub and not to wait up. So they didn't!
Sean pulled Amy into her room, desperate to get her naked. He pulled her close, hands encircling her waist and kissed her hotly. His tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring and tasting her. Amy pushed his shirt up, placing her hands on his rock hard abs, her fingers slipping into the dips between the muscles.
Sean groaned and started pulling at her clothes, reaching behind her and unzipping her dress and sliding it down over her shoulders and letting it slip to the floor, where she stepped out of it. His eyes were instantly captured by the matching baby blue bra and panties set she was wearing that he had bought her for her birthday a couple of weeks ago.
Amy pulled her hands away from his smooth skin and pulled his shirt over his head, while he kicked his way out of his boots. Her fingers worked his flies while his were busy unhooking her bra (next time he had to get front fastening, he told himself) and easing it away from her full breasts. His fingers brushed her nipples, instantly hardening them into stiff little peaks.
Amy pushed his jeans down over his hips, pulling his boxers down with them and he sat on the bed to wriggle out of them completely. His hard cock rose from between his legs like a totem, waiting for her. Amy grinned at him and made her way the short distance to the bed, dropping to her knees in front of him. She pushed his knees apart and glided closer to his body, her hands stroked their way up his thighs to his shaft.
She wrapped her hand midway round his shaft and licked her lips, watching his eyes grow wide as he watched her. Her tongue snaked out and flicked the end of his swollen glans, before she licked around the rim. Sean groaned and leaned back on his hands, keeping eye contact with her. Amy took the head into her mouth and sucked gently. She could feel his cock twitch as her teeth grazed the shaft; his abs contracted and let out a low moan. Her hand pumped his shaft as her tongue, lips and teeth worked his head.
Sean could feel the
double pleasure of her hand and her mouth working together and
He
had all on not coming in her mouth. He had big plans for making her
come all night. He'd had a rough week and now he planned to play
with Amy all weekend. He could feel himself getting closer; he sat up
and buried his hands in her hair and pulled her away from his cock.
For a moment, Amy was confused. She thought she'd done something wrong until she saw Sean's face and realized he had been close to coming. He lifted her face up to his and kissed her, his tongue ran along the inside of her bottom lip. Sean massaged her breast as he kissed her, her nipples hardened as he ran his thumbs over the sensitive nubs.
It was Amy's turn to groan, as he squeezed and teased her breasts, pulling at her nipples. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as her desire for Sean rose. Sean stood and turned them round so the backs of her legs hit the mattress then he gently lowered her onto the bed. His eyes looked appreciatively over her nearly naked body, taking in her shapely curves.
Sean climbed on the bed, straddling her legs and kissing her lightly before moving down to her neck, where he nipped along the soft skin dipping down between her breasts. His hands pushed her breasts together and he rubbed his stubbled chin between the clenched mounds of flesh. Amy's hands clutched his shoulders as his stubble rubbed her roughly, increasing her pleasure.
Sean moved down over her belly, sliding his fingers under the elastic of her panties. He ran a finger along the length of the waistband and watched her stomach contract and goosebumps cover her creamy skin. He grinned and pulled her panties down over her hips, revealing the dark triangle of hair that lay at the entrance of the very place he wanted to be.
His cock was aching to be inside her, to be making love to her. He scooted them both further up the bed, slipping between her legs as he did. Amy wrapped her hands around his biceps, pulling up to him, meeting his lips with a hot, passionate kiss. Her hips were rising to meet his almost of their own accord, desperate to feel him inside her.
Sean was leaning on one elbow beside Amy's head, while his other hand explored between her legs. She was so wet as he rubbed her clit in a slow circular motion. She was panting heavily as he slid two fingers deep inside her pussy, and began pounding away at her. Amy's fingers dug into the muscles of his biceps, her hips writhed under him and she moaned and panted as an orgasm began to sweep over her.
Sean could feel her silken walls clenching around his fingers and kept up the steady rhythm that was bringing her to the desired effect. As her orgasm swept over her, Amy's thighs clenched and help him tightly, and Sean kept plunging into her sweet center until her orgasm subsided slightly.
Before the feeling had passed completely, he withdrew his fingers and pushed the tip of his cock into her inner core. Her pussy contracted around it and he eased into her inch by inch until he was buried deep inside. Amy's legs wrapped around his hips, pulling them closer together. Sean began rocking into her, slowly to begin with until they were both moving as one.
Sean could feel the all too familiar tightening in his groin and shifted his position slightly so he could stimulate her pussy, inside and out. She was gasping, moaning his name softly. He called out her name as they came together. He collapsed on top of her, her arms held him tightly and their heartbeats pounded an erotic symphony as they struggled to get their breaths back.
"We really need to get our own place…" Sean whispered as he rolled off and lay beside Amy, watching a grin spread across her face.
"That would be great, Sean," the smile fell. "But, I don't want to leave Rach while she is still, you know…"
They rolled onto their sides and cuddled up close, arms and legs entwined. "Sure, but she's a big girl, now, you know," Sean kissed her forehead as sex-induced sleep tugged at him.
Amy lay quietly in his embrace, and thought about moving out and in with Sean. She fell asleep smiling.
Rachel:-
Rachel woke as soon as the sun started to rise, but truth be told, she hadn't really slept well. The noises and sounds of passion coming from her sister's room had been distracting and her mind had kept going back to Taylor. She decided to give up the ghost of attempting sleep and go shower. She tiptoed past Amy's room and quietly slipped into the bathroom. Setting the water temperature to hot, she brushed her teeth and cleansed her face while she waited for it to get as hot as she liked it. Satisfied that is was, she stepped under the cascade of water and let it drench her hair and body.
She shampooed her hair and rinsed it, leaving the conditioner on while she started soaping her body. As soon as she did, all she could imagine were Taylor rough hands making their way all over her body. God, she had wanted him so badly last night, she had to ask herself why she had stopped what had been about to happen. She knew why she had stopped but he wasn't here now and she had nothing to stop her imagining him touching every inch of her body.
Her soapy hands traveled over her breasts, pulling at her stiff nipples and making herself moan. She let her hands travel down her curved stomach, over her dark curls and between her legs. Her soapy fingers slipped easily between her pussy lips and she went straight for her clit, she needed to come and she needed it quick. She was panting as her fingers massaged her swollen pink bud, her ample breasts rising and falling quickly as her orgasm approached. She was just about there when she heard movement from her sister's room. Someone was trying the door handle – thank God, she had locked the door.
"Rach? Rach, that you in there?" She heard Amy's voice echo through the door.
"Yeah!" she managed to get out, without sounding like she was mid-orgasm.
"Will you be long?"
"No, give me a couple of minutes," she quickly rinsed her body and hair and switched the shower off, wrapping herself in her huge fluffy robe and wrapping a towel around her head. She unlocked the door and found Amy hopping from one foot to the other, desperate for the loo. Rachel grinned and went back in her room and locked that door too. She slumped on the bed, smiling to herself. She was really looking forward to seeing Taylor later, but she hoped she hadn't put him off…she stopped herself.
What the hell was she thinking? He was the damn job. She wasn't supposed to fall for the job. She had to remain professional, be his accountant, learn what they were up to, sleep with the boss – she shook the thought out of her head again.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at her door and Amy's voice, "Rachel? Phone, babe."
Rachel opened the door and took the phone from Amy, she asked who it was and Amy pulled a face at her before retreating back to the arms of Sean.
"Hello?" she said into the phone.
"Hi Rachel, its erm, Taylor. I know I said meet me here at 9am, but would like to get breakfast first?" he hadn't given her time to speak, he seemed nervous. She wondered if he had spoken to many girls, cos it sure seemed like he hadn't.
"Yeah, ok, why not?" she answered him. Talking to him made her seem even more British than ever. "Where and when?"
"Well, I'm parked outside your place right now, so when you are ready and I'll take you to 'where'," he told her. Her heart started pounding; he was right outside, waiting for her.
"Ok, give me a few minutes. I just stepped out of the shower, give me a few minutes to get dressed," she thought she heard a groan and stopped talking.
"Right," Taylor squirmed in his seat; his cock sprang to life as soon as she said shower and his thoughts turned straight to the thought of her naked, covered in droplets of water…he shook his head. "Just come down as soon as you are ready, I'll wait right here."
"Ok," she said goodbye and put the phone down. Rachel dried herself off quickly and drenched her body in shea butter before running a brush through her waist-length hair. She dressed quickly and carefully in an outfit which she hoped made her appear slimmer than she was. Rachel checked herself over in the mirror one last time before walking out of her room. From the sounds coming from Amy's room, it sounded like she and Sean were going for another round. She grinned and tiptoed out of the house.
Rachel spotted Taylor's black van parked on the opposite side of the road and she waved to him. He jumped out of the van and opened the door for her, as Rachel climbed in the van, he got a good glimpse of her ass in her black linen skirt and tried his hardest not to groan out loud. His pants felt as tight as hell and this was going to be the hardest breakfast he'd had for a while.
As Taylor climbed back in the van, she asked him, "So, where are we going then?"
"I thought I'd take you somewhere classy," he told her with a sly grin. She arched an eyebrow at him and smiled back. "I'm taking you to the best pancake house in the area, sound good?"
"Sounds great, I love pancakes," she felt less nervous the more he spoke to her. His big brown eyes melted her, and the way they crinkled at the sides when he smiled at her made her heart skip a beat.
Taylor pulled up behind a diner and helped her out of the van, slamming the door shut behind her. He automatically took her hand and led her into the place. "Hey, Taylor," said a middle-aged lady behind the counter.
"Hi, Joan," he led Rachel to a booth away from the main part of the diner and she sat, and he slid into the seat opposite. Joan came over and asked what they wanted. Taylor asked for coffee and pancakes with maple syrup and fresh fruit. It gave Rachel time to look quickly at the menu, she chose coffee and blueberry pancakes with whipped cream. Joan smiled nicely at her and winked at Taylor.
When Joan had gone, Taylor fiddled with everything on the table, while he tried to think what to say. Rachel broke the silence with, "Taylor? I'm sorry about last night…"
"Don't! Don't apologize…it was my fault, it's me that should be apologizing, not you," he reached across the table and took her hand in his and stroked the back with his thumb. "I pushed…"
"Actually, I wanted you to push, I just got scared. Can we start again?" she smiled at him and his groin reacted again. She was just about to say something else when Joan bought their coffee's over and told them their food wouldn't be much longer.
By the time she had stirred her sugar in her coffee; the food arrived and was set in front of them. The smell made her mouth water. She tried to remember not to be greedy, but the food looked and smelled so good. Taylor watched her for a moment and then began tucking into the pile of food in front of him. Rachel looked at him demolish the pancakes and decide to join him – she could always hit the gym later.
Taylor grinned; he liked a woman who ate – not sissy salads and 'bird-food' but real food. Oh yeah, he liked a curvy assed woman, and she had a curvy ass alright.
They chatted about anything and nothing while they ate and they were soon done. Time to head back to the club and go over the books. Taylor paid up at the cash till, shared a few words with Joan, who leaned around Taylor's large frame and smiled in her direction. Rachel felt herself blush, they were talking about her.
Taylor led her out to the van, his hand in the small of her back and she felt a shiver run down her spine. Taylor felt it too, he liked the idea that he did that to her. As she climbed into the van, he could smell the vanilla scent she had used that morning and then all he could picture again was her, in the shower, naked.
He drove the short distance to the club with a hard-on. Taylor drove in silence, listening to the gentle sound of her breathing. Pulling up outside the club, it flashed over both of their minds that they had come so close to fucking each other's brains out the previous night.
Taylor led her inside to the club's office and opened the computer for her, pulling the books out of the filing cabinet and placing them on the desk in front of her. Rachel sighed and sat down, pulling a pair of glasses out of her shoulder bag. Taylor watched her put them on and open the books. Everything she did just seemed to get him harder and harder.
"You want a coffee while you look?" he asked her. He needed to be away from her a bit, the constant throb in his pants was becoming painful.
She bit the end of the pencil in her hand and nodded at him. "Please. This could take at least a couple of hours."
Taylor nodded and left to get her some coffee. In the club, there was no sign of Chris and he guessed Xander was still 'occupied' too. 'Dogs,' he thought to himself, pouring Rachel a coffee out.
Rachel began looking through the books, hoping Taylor took his time. The more she was around him, the more she wanted him, she was practically dripping with desire for him. 'Just a job,' she had to keep telling herself.
Taylor came back with the coffee and placed it on the desk for her; "while you do that, I'm gonna go start on the re-orders for the club. Shout if you need anything, ok?"
Rachel looked at him, nodded and returned to the books. Taylor shut the door behind him and headed upstairs to his room for some 'alone' time. If he didn't take care of this hard-on, he'd end up fucking her on the desk.
Jenn:-
Jenn woke up, still wrapped tightly in Xander's arms. The sun was streaming through the window and she had no idea what time it was. She wriggled in his arms and found a comfortable spot and snuggled in closer to his warm, muscular body.
Xander stirred, finding his face buried in Jenn's hair and he grinned, remembering the previous night's exploits. He was already hard and she had wriggled her self closer up to him, and he was pressing against her lower back.
His hand slid from her waist and up to her breast, cupping it and pinching her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Jenn jutted her breast deeper into his hand, showing him she was awake. "Morning," he growled in her ear.
"Morning," she giggled, sliding her hand behind her and stroking his hip.
His thigh pushed between hers, opening her legs. Her pussy was hot and damp against his leg. Xander slid his hand down over her flat stomach to the triangle of curls between her legs.
Jenn groaned and covered his hand with hers, pushing him harder into her wetness. She pressed his finger onto the swollen bud of her clit.
Xander took over, massaging it firmly how she had shown him. He liked a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to let him know. He could feel her pussy muscles clenching as her clit took a lashing. He slipped his fingers down the length of her slit, feeling how wet she was.
Jenn was moaning softly as his fingers teased her wet entrance, promising to dive in and release the orgasm waiting inside. She covered his hand with hers again and pushed him where she wanted him. His breath was hot against her cheek as he spoke.
"You want me to fuck you with my fingers?" his voice growled, the vibrations echoed through her body, setting her completely on fire. He felt her nod and he grinned into her neck, pushing a finger inside her wet, silky walls. He felt her muscles grip him tightly. A moan told him she liked that, a lot! He added another finger and let them slide wetly in and out of her, massaging her g-spot as he went.
Jenn ground herself into his hand, her sudden urgency took over her body. Her body writhed against his; the all too familiar butterflies started in her belly and worked their way up. Xander felt her pussy clenching around his fingers tightly, her juices were running out of her, coating his hand. "Oh Fuck! Xannndddeerrrrrrr!!" she screamed as her body spasmed from climaxing.
Xander waited until she had stopped clenching around his fingers before pulling them out, he ran his wet fingers across her lips, letting her taste herself. Her tongue flicked over her lips and she smiled at him.
Xander pushed her on her back, hopped between her legs and kissed her, letting his tongue explore the depths of her luscious mouth. He kissed down her chin and over her chest, working his way down to her erect nipples. Xander sucked one hard nub into his mouth and grazed his teeth over it; Jenn moaned and thrust her breast deeper into his mouth. Xander kneaded both with his hands until Jenn was arching her back and thrusting her hips.
"Please Xander, no more teasing! Fuck me again, and fuck me hard!" Jenn was begging. Her body screamed her need for his.
Xander was never one to ignore a woman in distress; he took his cock in his hand and guided himself to her dripping core. Pushing forward, he entered her slowly, not wanting to rush. Jenn wrapped her arms and legs around him as if clinging on for dear life as he started to slowly thrust deep inside her. The swollen tip felt so huge inside her that she thought she'd cum from that alone. She felt him thrusting deeper, gaining more depth with each thrust until he was thrusting into her as deep as he could.
Her pussy felt like liquid silk wrapped around his shaft and he had to make himself go slowly, he wanted this to last longer than three minutes. He shifted his mind to something other than the hot woman trapped under him, switching instead to thoughts of the play-offs – nope, that didn't help.
Xander held her tight and rolled them both over until she was perched atop his body. His hands gripped her hips as she began rocking on his shaft, his eyes glued to her breasts. Her hands were pressed flat on his pecs to steady herself.
Jenn felt her pussy quivering and she knew she would cum at least once more before this session as over. She was rocking so that the tip of his cock rubbed her g-spot and her clit was being ground between them…it took seconds rather than minutes for her to come.
As her pussy clenched and relaxed around him, Xander could hold on no longer and gripped her hips hard and thrust deep inside her, filling her with hot come and groaning loud enough to fill the huge room.
Jenn collapsed forwards over him, their bodies wet with their exertions. They both panted and moaned softly until they started to come down from the sex-high they were both on. Xander rolled them both over onto their sides and stroked her face, watching her.
"Hungry?" he asked her.
"Yes, I am now!" she giggled. "I need a shower too, is that ok? Oh God, I've only got the clothes I came in last night…Shit! I don't relish walking through downtown in those…"
Xander let out a laugh, "I'll get ya back home, don't worry. Come on, shower and then I'll take you out for breakfast." At least that way, he could find out where she lived and spend a bit more time with her – he kinda liked what he knew about her so far, which was nothing!
An hour and a half later, they were sat in a diner choosing what they wanted for breakfast. And, while they ate, Jenn probed about the extreme sports Xander was involved in.
Luckily Xander saw it as interest in him, and gave up information quite willingly. With a few well-worded questions, Jenn was left with conflicting thoughts. She needed to talk to Rachel and Ines. She had an idea where Ines was, but she wasn't sure about Rachel. She got Xander to drop her off at her apartment, with the promise that she would see him again later.
Ines:-
Chris woke up first, and he looked bleary eyed around the room. The bed was empty, yet he knew she hadn't left…her clothes were still all over the floor and wherever else they'd ended up.
As he stirred more, he heard the shower running. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He hoped that didn't mean she was planning on leaving just yet. Chris jumped out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom. Steam filled the room and he could see her outline through the glass shower door.
He pulled the door open and Ines jumped a foot in the air, grinning at him. "I was hoping you'd wake up and join me," she said.
Chris eased himself into the shower and pressed Ines up against the wall, hands around her waist. "You should have woken me then," he loved her Portuguese accent – it was so sexy. Ines giggled and bit her bottom lip.
Chris grabbed her butt with both hands and pulled into his body, his rock hard cock pressed into her belly. He kissed her, tongue probing her mouth, searching for hers and dancing with it when he found it. Her hands roamed every inch of his back, fingertips tracing the rivulets of water as they caressed under the water.
Chris kissed his way down her body, paying a lot of attention to her nipples, taking one in his mouth, sucking and biting until it stood in a stiff peak. His fingers toyed with her other nipple until his mouth moved over to suck and bite at that one too. Ines writhed and wriggled under his touch.
He knelt down, kissing his way over her soft skin until he reached the dark triangle of hair that nestled between her legs. He lifted her leg and placed it on the edge of the shower, opening her pussy up to him. Ines heard him groan as buried his face in her wet sex. Using his thumbs, he spread her pink lips open, revealing her clit.
Ines shivered as his tongue flicked lightly over the swollen nub. She felt herself get wetter and it had nothing to do with the shower. His fingers began exploring her inner folds as his tongue kept up the attention on her clit. "Oh God, yes, oh God, yes…" her voice was no more than a whisper as he slid his fingers inside her.
Chris couldn't believe how tight she was, he had all on getting two fingers in her pussy, and it was clenching tightly around them. They slid easily in and out of her as he began to fuck her with them. His tongue lashed at her clit, and he could feel her leg wobble as the sensations built up inside her.
Ines gripped his stubbled scalp as she felt her self on the cusp of another orgasm – this man had the power to force them out of her, and she felt powerless to resist. His curled fingers inside her massaged her sensitive part and soon her pussy quivered and Chris's mouth was filled with a flood of her juices. He lapped at them like he had been starved.
"Oh my fucking God!" she shouted, palms pressed flat against the shower walls, her head flung back and her eyes tightly shut as the ecstasy rolled through her body.
Chris waited until the peak of her orgasm passed before standing back up in front of her. Without another word; he hoisted her up and impaled her on his cock, slamming her back against the shower wall. Her legs wrapped tightly around his hips but she felt completely safe, she knew this big, strong man wasn't going to drop her. She relaxed into his body; the palms of her hands cupped his cheeks as they kissed. Wanton need took over as he began pounding into her small body.
With every deep thrust in, her pussy tightened around his thick shaft. Chris held her tight, his hands cupping her ass cheeks. The water added the most delicious sensations, making her wetter and easier to thrust up in to.
"Oh my God!" she was panting over and over in his ear as he plunged hard into her.
"Come for me, Ines. I want to feel you come again…I want to feel you come over and over again," he breathed lustfully against her neck, biting it gently, licking the warm, wet skin.
His words, combined with the nipping on her neck, drove her to the brink of climax. She opened her eyes and looked into his dark brown eyes and had the sensation she was falling, not away from him, but deeper into him. "Come for me," he whispered again and her body obeyed his command. Chris felt her liquid silk walls compress his shaft as she came, like she was squeezing everything out of him. He groaned, shuddered and thrust himself deep inside her, giving her everything he had before burying his face in her neck.
They finished their shower together, washing and trying to keep their hands to themselves, and failing. Chris was amazed at his recovery rate; he hadn't felt this horny since he was a teenager. The exotic beauty was having a big effect on him.
Chris switched the shower off and wrapped Ines in a huge fluffy towel before wrapping one round his hips and leading her out of the bedroom and back into his bedroom. He moved round to her back, his fingertips stroked down her shoulders, "you have any plans for today?" He watched goosebumps appear all over her body as his breath fluttered across her skin.
"No, no plans…" his hands were traveling over her toweled body, coming to rest on her hips.
"Good! Then how about you go to breakfast with me and then we spend the day together," his lips were on her neck, setting her skin on fire.
"Sounds good," she said, remembering she was supposed to be pumping him for information. "But first, I need to call at home and get changed; I can't go out for breakfast wearing last night's clothes."
"Ok, we call at your place first, just so you can change," he plucked her clothes off the floor and put them on the bed. "Although I kinda like this outfit." Chris walked to his closet and pulled out a pair of black pants and a blue shirt. He pulled his towel and watched her as her eyes grew wide, taking in his naked body.
"I like that outfit too, but not for daytime…" she walked over to him, her hands smoothed over the muscles on his back. They twitched as her featherlike caresses moved down towards his butt. Her body closed into his, her arms slid around his torso and her hands snaked over his abs. He took them in his before she reached his hardening cock, if she went there, they would never get out for breakfast, they would never get out of the bedroom.
He stopped for a moment – why the hell did he do that? He wanted nothing more than to spend the day in bed with her but he needed refueling to do that…food, he was starving. Chris turned to face her.
"Breakfast first, play later," he whispered, cupping her face and kissing her lips softly.
"Ok, I am starving," she dressed quickly in last night's clothes and Chris dressed in his fresh ones. They headed down to his car and he drove over to her place to change. He came up with her and waited in the lounge while she went through to her room to change.
When she came out of the room, he could hardly contain himself. She had on a short, black skirt that stopped above her knee and fitted her ass perfectly. Her top was tightly fitted and accentuated her breasts. Chris gulped and smiled, breakfast was going to be quick.
