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But not tonight.

He doesn't hold in his groan when I pull back, and then quickly engulf him again. My stroking hand rises to meet my lips, and retreats at the same time — a tug of war where everybody wins. I cradle his balls in my palm after a few sucks and I can feel them tightening. They move as if they have a mind of their own, but they're just as much mine as the rest of him.

I almost want someone to catch us. I want them to see me with his big cock in my mouth and be jealous. The cars zip by below, and the vibrations of their passing make me wonder. Are they looking up? Can they see his face? There's no almost any more. I want them to see.

His other hand slides to the back of my head as his breathing picks up. He's getting close, and it makes me want it all the more. I take him fast and deep — the head sliding against the back of my tongue and pushing into the entrance of my throat. His fingers tighten in my hair, and I moan around him when I hear his grunt of surprised delight.

He's almost there. My stroking hand squeezes tight, sliding the skin over the hard core. I pull back to the swollen head and suck it hard, short strokes. He growls with every breath — growing louder — and then I feel it.

The throbbing ceases for a fraction of a second as his cock swells between my lips. His fingers pull at the roots of my hair and dig into my shoulder. His hips lurch, and an explosive cry bursts out as he comes.

His cum spurts against the roof of my mouth harder than I've ever felt before. Over and over again his cock pulses, flooding my mouth with jets of bittersweet cream. The tang of it tickles my throat, raising goose bumps on my skin. I keep my lips locked around him, not letting a single drop escape as I milk him with my hand — down to the last fitful dribble.

He croaks as my lips slide over his sensitive flesh, and lurches when I finally let him escape. A shiver takes him as the night breeze kisses his glistening manhood and I look up into his eyes. When I open my mouth to show him my reward, he has to snap a hand to the railing to support his trembling legs.

Swallowing sends chills shooting up my spine and draws a weak groan from him. I stay on my knees, caressing his legs as he gasps for breath and his cock slowly softens. There's nothing I love more than making him come hard and leaving him weak-kneed.

Except when he inevitably returns the favor.

As I tug the underwear over his softening cock, I see something in my peripheral vision at the far side of the bridge. By the time my eyes can focus on the movement, there's nothing there. Real or imagined, that figure seen out of the corner of my eye is the true fulfillment of my fantasy, and my arousal surges.

Even as we head home and he tells me what he's going to do to me there, I know this won't be the last time. The thrill is like a drug, and I want more. I need it.

It's just too tempting.

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Wash Away the Blues

"So, where are you? How soon will you be home?" his wife asked with bubbly anticipation.

Brad's features tightened into a wince. No matter how little he had wanted to hear the news, it was far more difficult to deliver it. "Baby, the office called."

Cathy groaned and all the joy left her voice. "You've already been gone a week. They can't be sending you someplace else."

"They need someone in Chicago tomorrow, and I'm the only one close enough to get there by car. The weather is delaying flights everywhere, and they don't want to risk it. I'm already in a rental and on the road. I should be at the hotel by nightfall."

"This isn't fair."

"I know," he sighed, and then tried to soften the blow. "They promised me a four-day weekend once I get home."

"Well, that's something, I guess. Are the roads bad?"

"Just keeps getting better the farther north I go. Probably be dry pavement in Chi-town, even though they had more snow a few days ago. Chicago's good at clearing the streets."

"Okay. Be careful anyway. So, when will you be home?"

"If all goes well, I'm hoping to catch a flight tomorrow evening."

"Not soon enough. I miss you," she pouted.

"Miss you too. I need to pull over and get gas."

"Send me the information about where you're staying when you stop, and call me when you get to the hotel. I don't want you distracted while you're driving."

He chuckled at her mothering him. "Will do. Here's my exit. Love you."

"Love you too. Bye."

****

When he awakened, Brad had a raging hard-on and a smile on his face. It didn't last long, though. The smile and the vivid dream about Cathy faded, dissolved by the beeping of his alarm.

He kicked off the covers in frustration, knowing he had to get over it before his meeting. Somehow, he had to summon up the energy and motivation to put on the charm. As frustrating as this trip was — the first extended absence from his wife — it was also a stepping stone. If he pulled this off, there was a distinct possibility of a promotion in the near future.

It was cold comfort in the empty, unfamiliar bed, though.

The company had at least put him up in a nice place. The coffee had started brewing to be ready when his alarm went off, thanks to a timer. A few minutes later, he laid out his clothes in preparation for a shower with a welcome boost of caffeine.

A tone sounded from his phone and he checked the one word message, "Up?"

"Getting in the shower now. Thanks. Love you," he quickly tapped out before heading to the bathroom. She had saved his bacon more than once with those texts and phone calls. Morning person were the last words anyone would have ever used to describe him.

Of course, it also reminded him that he still had to spend at least one more day without her.

Shaking that thought away, he climbed in the shower and let the warm cascade of water wash over and invigorate him for a few minutes. At last beginning to feel human, he lathered up his hair, and then leaned into the spray to rinse it away.

Brad started and cried out when arms wrapped around him from behind. Soap stung his eyes as he spun to behold the last thing he would have ever expected.

Cathy giggled and said, "I couldn't have timed that any better."

He could only stare in near disbelief as the spray began to hit her and run in rivulets down her body. She lifted one hand to smooth her rapidly dampening red hair while the other caressed its way down from her neck to her large, beautiful breasts.

He finally found his voice after a few moments. "Cathy? But how did..."

She stepped closer, biting her lower lip in the sexiest way. "You don't have much time. Are you going to ask questions, or are you going to fuck me?"

Her embrace and her kiss had an urgency that danced on the border of violent, but his was no less so. They grappled in the warm spray, hands roaming over each other's backs and buttocks. Her breasts were crushed against him, the stiff points of her nipples pressing into his chest even as her nails dug into his back.

She pulled her lips from his and gasped. In a rushed, almost growling tone, she said, "Do it. Fuck me. Now."

She spun as he released his grip, proving that she hadn't lost an ounce of her flexibility over the years as she bent over and planted her palms on the edge of the tub. With her gorgeous, round ass presented to him and glistening, he dug his fingers into her hips.

Balancing on one hand, Cathy reached back between her legs to guide his tip to her folds, but he didn't need it. By the time her fingers touched the head, it was already poised at the entrance of her canal. She sucked in a high-pitched gasp and he growled as he sank balls-deep into her.

Her fingers went to much better use rubbing her clit as he pulled back and slammed into her again. Water spattered in all directions from the collision of their needy bodies — the loud claps echoing back from the walls. Her heavy breasts swung erratically from the power of his thrusts, and she cried out with every deep penetration.

Her tightly clinging walls felt hotter and wetter than ever, and he soon felt the first tingles of an approaching orgasm in his tip. Clenching his teeth against the far too long denied sensation, he slowed the pace of his hips.

She was having none of it.

"Faster. Harder. Give it to me!"

"Feel too good," he growled in a rush.

"Fuck me, baby," she countered, her tone a mingling of command and desperate need.

With a silent promise to make it up to her later, he surrendered to the inevitable. Cathy loosed a wail as his cock plowed back into her depths. His balls tapped her flashing fingers. He grunted and growled with every desperate stroke. The tickle in the head of his cock became an itch that spread rapidly down the shaft. He knew he only had a few more thrusts left before he erupted.

The sudden tightening of her walls around him caused him to falter and let out a surprised, broken groan. Cathy screamed and lurched as orgasm claimed her with ferocious intensity.

Overcoming the tight squeeze of her climaxing pussy, he regained the rhythm of his hips even as his breaths came in quick, growling gasps. His wife's screams of ecstasy jumped in pitch and volume every time he slammed into her.

"Give it t-to m-m-meee!" she squealed as her slippery-fingered hand slammed down onto the edge of the tub for balance.

Brad roared as his fingers dug into her hips, pulling her back as he thrust into her. Their flesh collided with a report that sounded like a thunderclap in the confined space, and his cum surged up.

"Yes. Yes. Yes," she whimpered as she felt him swelling inside her.

Over and over again, he groaned as powerful spurts erupted in her depths and pooled around him. Spastic, involuntary twitches of his hips sent both of them soaring to new peaks. After what felt like a gallon of cum had pulsed from his throbbing shaft, they both jerked in beautiful agony at the same time, and he slipped free.

Gasping for breath, he leaned against the shower wall. Through half-lidded eyes, he watched his wife slowly slip forward until her head bumped against the opposite wall. His cream was already welling up from her gaped canal and running down her legs into the swirling water below.

How long he remained panting with his eyes closed was beyond his ability to determine. He came crashing back to reality with a tight-throated groan when soapy hands wrapped around his softening organ.

Cathy let out a moaning chuckle as she washed him, and then forced him to turn so the suds would rinse away.

"God, baby," he groaned as the aftershocks faded.

She drew out each syllable in a long, satisfied moan when she agreed, "Mmmm hmmm." Then she slapped his butt and said, "Now go get ready so you won't be late. I'm still dripping. You really filled me up."

As he climbed out on wobbly legs and reached for a towel, he heard her over the shower.

"Feeling better? Ready to knock them dead?"

He laughed. "Fuck yeah."

"Good. Go take care of business and then get back here. We still have a lot of catching up to do."

Shivering as he toweled dry, he couldn't have agreed more.

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She Needs

Blake pounded her hard and fast. He stared down at her with that smoldering look of pure sexuality he always wore when she was almost there. It pushed her toward the edge even faster every time. Second by second, thrust by thrust, he drove her toward another mind-blowing orgasm.

Then the alarm that had been going off for ten minutes finally woke her up.

Iris let out a high-pitched growl of frustration as the dream faded. She sat up, reached across the bed, and shut off the alarm. Blake must have snoozed the alarm a couple of times and forgot to turn it off again when he saw the time and jumped out of bed.

It wasn't as if he hadn't had plenty of time to sleep.

Stop that. Not his fault, she chastised herself. She was the one who had to stay late at work after they'd been trading sexts for a couple of hours. She could hardly blame him for being asleep by the time she got home.

There was no going back to sleep after having that dream interrupted. Pushing back the covers only served to remind her of it. She'd put on a skimpy pair of black panties — and nothing else — in the faint hope that he'd awaken when she crawled into bed. No such luck. Despite the aching need, she was exhausted, and had fallen asleep not long after climbing into bed.

She couldn't hear the shower running, and the angle of the light shining under the door meant he was in the kitchen. Almost able to taste her morning breath, she slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom, not bothering to change.

"Morning, sexy," he said when he walked into the bathroom right after she finished brushing her teeth.

He hadn't put on his shirt yet, and seeing him bare chested brought back the ache with a vengeance. "Morning," she answered, the bite of that sexual frustration creeping into her voice.

In the process of taking the cap off his deodorant, he asked, "Are you okay?"

"Fine," she said, trying to brush it off.

"Which means you're not. What is it?"

She fully meant to say that she had the morning grumps. What came out instead was, "I came home last night so horny I couldn't see straight. You were already asleep, and I didn't want to wake you up. Then I have a dream about it this morning, and when I wake up, you're already up. You don't have time to get in the shower again and..."

She growled and hung her head as she trailed off.

He cupped her chin and lifted her eyes to his. "I'm sorry, babe. You know you could have woken me up. I'm never too tired for you."

"I know." She sighed. "Just go to work. I'll be fine."

Iris let him tilt her head back and melted into the kiss when his lips met hers. It only made the ache worse, but she wasn't about to go without even that little bit of intimacy. She stiffened and gasped when his hand crept between her legs.

"That must have been some dream," he said as he stroked his fingers over the damp crotch.

"Please don't tease me right now."

"I'm not. I may not have time to get in the shower, but it will only take me a minute to wash my hands."

Those words hadn't quite registered on her before he grabbed her arm and spun her around. She cried out in surprise when his left arm encircled her waist. A moment later, his right hand slipped expertly beneath her panties. Iris sucked in a broken gasp when his fingers found her swollen clit.

"Is that helping, babe?" Blake whispered in her ear before suckling her earlobe.

"Oh yeah," she answered. A shiver rippled through her when he kissed her neck.

Iris looked into the mirror in front of her and moaned. The sight of Blake's muscled arms holding her was incredible. He continued to kiss her neck and shoulders as his fingers teased her need. She writhed in his grasp and whimpered, growing wetter by the moment. His finger slipped down, pushing between her nether lips to test that wetness.

He growled when he found her ready. Iris gasped, knowing what was coming. Then she groaned as three fingers pushed inside her and curled upward.

Iris gripped the arm around her waist with one hand and the edge of the sink with the other. They didn't do this very often, because they preferred to get off together, but she knew how good he was from oh-so-wonderful experience.

The tips of his fingers stroked her G-spot. The width of the digits gave her just enough sense of fullness. The heel of his hand fit her perfectly, not only rolling her clit beneath its protective hood, but pressing down on the shaft of the sensitive bud as well. He tugged upward at a rapid pace, only stroking a scant inch or so, but it was more than enough.

"Yes. Yes. Yes," she blurted out as he built her higher.

Even though she was holding onto it, he easily lifted the arm around her waist and cupped her breast instead. The shift in position let her feel his hardness pressing against her. He squeezed her breast and pinched the stiff nipple.

"This is just to tide you over," he whispered in her ear as the pace of the hand between her legs increased. "I haven't taken a long lunch in a while. I'm going to take one today. The only thing I'm going to eat is that sweet pussy of yours."

Hearing that caused her pleasure to spike, and she yelped in response.

"Then, when I get home this afternoon, I'm going to be your personal sex toy. You can use me and abuse me any way you like. All night long if you want. Take what you need from me until you can barely move or breathe. I'm all yours."

"Oh god! Yes, Blake!"

"Come for me. Do it. Come for me."

That was a demand she wasn't going to have any trouble fulfilling — and soon. The pressure in her depths was building and growing hotter by the moment. Her fingers squeezed tight around his wrist. Her toes curled against the tile. She could hear the squishy sound of his fingers plunging into her saturated sex.

"Come for me, babe. Come for me," he continued to encourage her, a growl creeping into his voice.

"S-so c-c-close!" she stammered in time with the fingers rapidly stroking her G-spot.

He growled, tugging hard enough to almost lift her curled toes from the floor with every stroke. She yelped with every breath as she teetered on the edge of oblivion for long, torturous seconds.

Her nails dug into his arm as she screamed in sweet release.

"Yeah. That's it," he growled, his fingers not relenting.

Iris thrashed in the throes of her orgasm, but his arms limited her involuntary spasms. Her womb fluttered. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers like a vise. Screams of ecstasy erupted from her, echoing back from the walls of the small room, punctuated by increasingly ragged gasps for breath. Blackness crept in at the edges of her vision, which was already limited to a sliver because her eyes were rolled up in her head. On and on it went until she was barely conscious, quivering in beautiful agony.

It was his fingers sliding free that drew her back into reality. A pitiful whimper escaped her as she felt the emptiness, though it was rapidly followed by a squeal when the change in sensation caused an aftershock to rip through her body. His fingers left a slippery trail on her skin when he pulled them out of her panties. She opened her eyes, but they immediately pinched closed again when the sight of him sucking her nectar from his fingers set off another powerful wave of aftershocks.

He helped her brace her other trembling arm on the edge of the sink, and once he was sure she could stand, he finally let her go. She looked through the strands of hair hanging in front of her eyes at his reflection in the mirror. The sexy, smoldering look on his face as he reached for the soap pump set her off again.

He had already finished washing his hands and putting on the deodorant that had brought him to the bathroom in the first place by the time she caught her breath.

"That do the trick?" he asked while caressing her butt.

Iris let out a weak chuckle, and then moaned.

"I guess that's a yes. If not, you could always use your vibrator and send me some pictures. Got to go."

She turned her head to accept his quick, but passionate kiss.

"See you at lunch," he said on the way out the door. Then, from the hallway, she heard, "I'm already starving."

He was going to get those pictures of her with her vibrator.

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X-Ray(Ted) Vision

Debbie glanced over at the three tents set up some distance from her, and saw no signs of life. Her boys had completely worn themselves out and barely had the energy to crawl into their tents an hour or so before. She smiled, chuckled, and took a sip of wine.