Monday, December 10, 2007


Well, it's not like I get a lot of readers here, but the ladies over at Lust Bites are doing a sort of getting to know you day, and I figured I'd post my answers here too.


I will read ANYTHING you put in front of me - and as cliche as it sounds, I've been known to read ceral boxes if nothing else is available. I've been writing since I was old enough to string sentences together. Short stories, poetry, song lyrics, screenplays, name it, I've written it. I write reviews and recaps for an online website called I've been writing erotic fiction for about ten years now. In all these forms, I have never had anything published. Hopefully, that will change soon.

Favourite Author: Too many to count.

Favourite Movie: Casablanca - they don't make men like Bogey anymore.....

Religion: Raised Catholic, but still searching...

Things that make me wet: Intelligence. Expressive eyes. Nice biceps. Great smiles. Wit. Deep, long kisses that make you feel like you’re blissfully drowning ( borrowed from the lovely Anne Tourney because it's deadly accurate and just true). Gorgeous singing voices. Maroon Five. Dirty words (on paper or whispered to me in delicious tones). Kisses on the nape of my neck. And a few more things, but I'm at work and if I get any more turned on I'm going to have a problem - so I'll add to that later.

Would like to fuck: There's just too many to list. But the top ten: Ewan McGregor, Angelina Jolie, Ricky Phillips, Thorsten Kaye, Yvan Pedenault (stage star from Toronto, Elvis (in 56), Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom, Gwen Stefani, and Lawrence Gowan (and yes Dayle, that is in no particular order). Other than that, the word NOW comes to mind.

Passions other than writing or sex: Styx, eating good food, reading, music, singing, theatre, dancing, chocolate, MEN, meeting new people

Drink: Senor Cuervo Gold, naked

Philosophy of Life: It's too damn short to play by the rules

Major Character flaw: I love men. One just isn't enough for this gal - but I got married anyway.

Favourite sex toy: ones that don't expect me to make them breakfast

Secret for overcoming writers block: wish I had one - I wouldn't be suffering from it right now.

These are just some of my secrets. Maybe I'll do some more another day.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Being Chase(d)

Angie felt his eyes on her, as she wiggled and wound her hips to the rocking beat of the band. Casting a coy glance over her shoulder, sure enough, she met his amused stare. He knew what she was up to.

And if Chase was being honest with himself, he couldn’t have been happier about it.

Angie had caught his eye awhile ago, but he always figured he didn’t register on her radar. After all, he was older than her – although not enough to really matter in this world – but the other kicker was that they were both married. She was a major flirt though – even with the women – and he wasn’t sure he remembered how to handle someone like that. So he went quietly about his business, and nodded politely and said hello when the situations warranted.

Until this summer.

Working together closely was something that the company was all about – it was one big incestuous family. People dated, people fucked, sometimes the company grapevine found out about it, sometimes not. But gossip was always rampant and it was tough to figure out what to believe and what not to. So Chase just let it all go in one ear and out the other. Besides, speculation was always more interesting than the real details.

Or was it?

When it came to Angie, Chase found himself listening extra closely if the gossip concerned her. He realized he WANTED to know the truth, but was way too polite to ask her. But if the rumors were true, her marriage was going south like a bullet train to Tennessee. And where THAT would lead her, was anyone’s guess.

He was the first to break eye contact, his gaze traveling down her neck, to her shoulders which were left bare by the revealing tank top she wore, to her luscious hips and ass. His cock stirred in his jeans. Not for the first time that night he noted to himself, as he tried to discreetly adjust his hard on.

Unfortunately for him, his timing was way off, as Angie chose to turn and face him at just that precise moment. Her eyes zeroed in on his hands and the bulge they covered. Her lips, shiny with gloss, opened to form an almost perfect O in “shock”, and her big brown eyes, outlined in heavy black liner, twinkled evily.

Angie glanced down at Chase’s bulging crotch & subtly ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. With a come-hither look in her eyes, she turned to the usher on her left.
“Ali, I’ll be right back. Just gotta tell Chase something.” She took a long swallow of beer from her can, and set it down behind Ali. She did a quick tit adjustment, and turned around with a saucy smile that made all sorts of promises.

When she was right in front of him, her body mere inches away, she leaned towards his ear. Despite having to overpower the band, her voice was still husky. “See something you like Chase?” He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. It was a combination of summer berries, baby powder, and beer.

Chase would normally just smile and laugh it off with a casual “Oh yeah baby. Joe Elliot’s looking FINE.” Instead, he was surprised to hear himself saying “Yeah girl, I see a whole lot I like. And it’s all standing in front of me.” Angie looked stunned, but quickly recovered. Feeling a little bold after that beer, her first in a long while combined with the fact that she had just come off a thirteen hour shift, she glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention, and then moved in closer, so they were practically touching. She looked him dead in the eye.

"So then I guess this," she brushed her hand against his crotch, "is for me?" She framed it as a question, but she already knew the answer. Chase inhaled sharply. Angie grinned, amused. Feeling euphoric, first from the beer and now the attention, she threw her head back and laughed. As her head went back, her hips moved forward, pushing her hand against his hard on.

Chase swallowed a groan, even though there was no chance to be heard by anyone. Angie leaned in and whispered "Oh Chase. You're a bad boy.....and I love to fuck bad boys." Her voice was like honey to his ears. "Let me know when you've got the balls to follow through." She leaned in, lightly brushing her lips across his. He felt a jolt of electricity run through him, as if his balls were directly connected to his lips.

He watched her walk away, completely oblivious to the fact that someone had stepped up next to him. He turned in surprise when Dalton spoke. "She's something isn't she?" Chase turned red, mumbling something about how he wouldn't know. Dalton laughed. "C'mon Chase. I'm not blind. I've been watching her watching you watching her for weeks now. She's one of my best friends. AND, might I add, a great fuck." He glanced at his watch. "Take my advice buddy. If she's sending the signals, she means it. Take her up on it. See what happens." He clapped him on the shoulder. "Gotta go - break time is over. Think about it. She's worth it."

As Dalton walked away, Chase thought about what he said. Could he? His cock, which seemed to have a mind of its own, agreed with Dalton. But, could he? He looked over at her, where she stood laughing at something Ali said. Her smile was bright, her eyes sparkling. She glanced over at him and wiggled her fingers in a little wave, and followed it with a wink. His cock practically lept out of his pants. He sighed, his decision apparently having been made for him.

As the show continued, his eyes kept drifting over to her. Chase was surprised. Normally she'd be bouncing all over the place, flirting with their co-workers, rubbing it in the faces of those who would love to have been cut was a game for them. But, he had a strange feeling she didn't want to move from his sight; that she wanted him to be watching her. And he was happy to oblige.

Unfortunately, the arrangement didn't last long. He sighed as he heard his name being called over the radio. "Go for Chase."

"Chase," Natasha's voice crackled over the radio. "I need you shut down West plaza twenty minutes before the end of the show. No one is to go back there. We'll have guards posted at all the entrances but I need two bodies back there to make sure that it's clear. I'm going to send Dalton as well. All you guys have to do is make sure that no patrons are back there. Have one of the girls clear the washroom before we put up the barricades."

"Copy that." He shut off his mic. Well, at least working with Dalton he'd have a good fourty minutes to gain some insight into Angie. Sneaking furitive glances over at her, he paid attention to the stage and listened carefully to his radio. He wouldn't want to miss Natasha's cue, especially since pissing her off would get him bridge duty - and no one EVER wanted to do bridge duty.

He watched as she finished her beer and disappeared into west plaza, presumeably to either visit the girl's room or to get another beer, when he reminded himself that alcohol was cut off ten minutes earlier. Oh well. She'd come out before they had to cut off access.

"Chase? Dalton? Head over to west plaza now - get Ali to check the washrooms before we set up the barricades." Or maybe not. As he walked towards Ali, he motioned for her to join him. She did so, giggling behind her hand. Chase stopped. "What?" She shook her head, eyes twinkling with a secret knowledge that she didn't plan on sharing; he didn't even have to ask to know that. The sisterhood stuck together in most cases. "Natasha wants you to check the ladies room before we cut access." Ali nodded and walked in.

Inside, Angie was standing there. "So, Ali. Are they shutting down west plaza?" Ali nodded her head and giggled again. "Oh you are so BAD Angie." "Ok, so Natasha did me a favour by putting Chase here, but who's his partner?" "Dalton." Ali whispered the name, and Angie grinned widely. This should be a piece of cake. Well, a piece of something anyway. She hugged Ali. "Ok, now, you know what to do."

Ali had one job, to make sure that NO ONE made it to west plaza - staff included. She'd have Dalton as back soon as he figured out what Angie was up to. Ali walked out, and she could hear her talking to Chase. "Yep, all clear." Her voice was loud enough to carry inside to Angie, and let her know that it was a go.

Angie counted to thirty, giving Ali plenty of time to exit the plaza and then she wandered out. "Hey guys." Her voice carried easily. She looked around confused. "Why is this place so empty?" Dalton turned around and she caught the barely perceptable wink he sent her. "They closed it down, so we don't have to worry about clearing it." Angie grinned. "Well, that was nice of them."

She wandered over to the railing by the game lounge, and leaned on it with her elbows, her neck craned to the sky. She stretched her left leg out behind her, causing her jeans to pull taut over her ass. Chase couldn't take his eyes off her in the moonlight. Dalton nudged him with his elbow. "Go get her. I'll watch the plaza."

Chase turned to him, unsure. Dalton, taking advantage of his hesitation, called out "Angie!" and shoved Chase in her direction. As she turned around, he flew right into her arms. She braced herself against the railing, and his arms flung out to stop them from going over into the lake.

With their mouths mere inches from each other, this was the opening Angie had been waiting for. She pressed her body against his, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. But it wasn't just a kiss - it was a promise and one that she intended to keep.

Her lips were soft on his, and her breath was sweet and minty - she'd obviously been planning this. Chase wasn't naive enough to believe that this was all a coincidence. Dalton was right - she wanted him. And he wanted her too. He was lost in her lips, lost in his thoughts when he was startled by her tongue. It snaked out of her mouth, tangling with his, and tracing a moist line around his lips.

He deepend their kiss, deepened their embrace until she was pressed against every part of him. Her lush breasts flattened against his chest, and despite the padding in her bra, he could feel her nipples standing at attention. His hands reached down to cup her ass and pull her even further to him.

He heard a chuckle in the background and broke away. Turning, he saw Dalton standing there. "Told you man." Chase was breathless, only able to give a thumbs up. Angie moved away from him, making her way to the far end of the railing, and disappearing around the corner. Chase, double checking with Dalton, followed. What he was almost made him come on the spot.

Angie stood there, her tank top discarded on the ground, her belt and jeans undone. He could see her bare skin revealed in the V where her zipper was down. Her hands were behind her back, and she toed the ground in front of her in mock nervousness. One look at her eyes, and she knew, she knew full well that she had him right where she wanted him. And it was right where he wanted to be too.

In two strides, he had her in his arms. He dipped his head to her ear and licked at the lobe, causing a shiver to go through her. His hands became busy with the clasp on her bra, and his mouth trailed down the side of her neck to the base, where he bit her. As she cried out, the last hook on her bra opened and her breasts fell free.

Dropping her bra along side of her, Chase held her tits in his hands. They were soft, heavy and warm. He ached to taste them. As if reading his mind, Angie, who hadn't said a word yet, put her hands under his, and offered them up to his mouth. The tip of her tongue touched her bottom lip and she nodded with lust in her eyes.

Angie waited to feel his lips on her nipples. She groaned at the contact and almost stumbled. Chase's arm shot out to catch her, and without changing his position, moved her back to the snack shack. With the support behind her, Chase let her go and began massaging her breasts, all the while circling her sensitive buds with his tongue.

Angie's breath came out in little gasps. She was hot, she was wet, and she was ready for him. She had waited all night, hoping that he would take her up on what she was willingly offering him. "Oh Chase." she moaned as he suckled her. Her voice sounded raw, even to her own ears.

Chase raised his head and grinned wickedly. "What's the matter little girl? Bite off more than you can chew?" Not waiting for a response, he kissed her again. This time he led the way, his lips bruising hers, translating all his lust into that one contact. Her hands reached up and grasped his shirt, pulling him closer again. Frantically, her hands made their way to his waist and hauled his shirt out of his pants. Her palms found the smooth surface of his chest, the hair on it soft and plush. Her nails curled in of their own will, and fueled by her lust, raked down in desperation. She leaned into him, found the pulse at the hollow of his throat and pressed her lips there.

Chase felt his breath hitch in his throat. "God Angie, I want you." Grabbing his shirt again, she pulled him in close. "So take me." With those three words, his cock almost exploded out of his pants. Kicking off his shoes and socks, and pulling his shirt over his head, he stood before her in only his jeans. "Now we're even." she managed to get out before he was attacking her again. Her hands went to his belt, frantically unbuckling it and ripping open the button that seemed to be the only thing keeping his hard on in place.

As Angie reached down the opening, she expected to encounter some form of underwear and was in shock when she touched flesh. Chase winked at her, and she giggled. Turning back to the task at hand, she shoved him away and opted to slowly pull down her only remaining item of clothing. Her thighs were slick, which made it a little more difficult to look sexy. But she managed to get them off without any major mishaps and the air filled with her scent. She traced a finger down her stomach to her freshly shaved pussy.

Chase's eyes followed the path her finger took, widening when he saw her dip it into her cleft. She moaned softly and closed her eyes. That was all the encouragement Chase needed. He dropped his pants faster than he ever had in his life.

They were both standing there naked, the night wind carressing their hot skin, Chase framed against the skyline of the city, the lights flashing from the Ex across the street, the moon piercing the night sky. Chase could hear the applause from the audience. He knew they didn't have much time. But, he had to, he just needed to....

He knelt in front of Angie, and using his thumbs, parted her lips. Spotting her clit, which wasn't hard to do as it was standing up, as if waiting for him, he pulled it into his mouth.

FUCK - Angie exploded on the spot. A wave of pleasure hit her like a ton of bricks as Chase fastened his lips to her and sucked. His tongue swirled around it, dipping lower to enter her. She gasped for air, as she shuddered again and again.

"Let me....I want to.....not fair...." she whispered.

Chase chuckled. He knew she couldn't wait to return the favour, to get her lips around his throbbing cock, and suck him dry. "Sorry sugar - there's not enough time tonight." He got to his feet, and she braced herself against the building. "What do you want now Angie?" His voice was low and seductive.

"Fuck me Chase. I want you to fuck me."

No more words were spoken. He lifted her leg and rammed his solid nine inches into her. She cried out and buried her head in his shoulder. He developed a rhythm, thrusting in time to the pulsating beat coming from the stage. Her nails raked across his back, causing exquisite pain and he thrust even harder. She cried out each time he rammed into her tight, hot hole. She was so wet, her excitement coated the inside of her thighs, making her slippery. He tightened his grip on her.

Angie was amazed. Every inch of his heavy hardness was rammed into her continuously, and she held back a strangled cry as she came yet again. The cool air did nothing to satiate the heat between them, and sweat and excitement covered every part of them. Her knees threatened to buckle as she melted against him.

Chase heard the applause from the concert, and realized that the band was going into their encore. That didn't leave much time if they didn't want to get caught by Natasha, who was bound to come down to the plaza to make sure all was well.

As Chase pulled out, Angie groaned in disappointment. He smiled, and jacked his dick a few times, just for show. "We have to hurry this one up honey. The show's gonna be over soon." Angie nodded. "So how do you want to finish?" She gave him a half a smile. He took her hand, and led her to the railing, where he bent her over. As she braced herself on the rail, he took hold of her hips and thrust into her again, causing her to scream. Fortunately, it was at that moment that the band took the stage again, and her voice got lost in the crowd.

Looking out over the water, Chase marvelled at this night. Who knew, when he got up for work that morning, that this is how it would happen? Glancing down at his cock pummeling in and out of Angie's wet pussy, he had a feeling that she knew.

His balls tightened, indicating he was ready to blow. He pulled out, expecting to jack off all over her back. Instead, Angie turned and got on her knees. Taking his slick member in her hot mouth, she swallowed every drop of come. He watched her throat working, and thought that he might come again.

She stood, wiping the back of her hand over her mouth, and planting a kiss on him. He could taste himself on her lips, on her tongue, and thought it was the sexiest thing ever.

They both got dressed in silence, and sure enough, just as he buckled his belt, he heard Natasha's voice calling his name.

With a wink and a smile, he emerged from behind the snack shack, and Angie sighed, gazing across the street.

She wondered what show she could take off next week.

©Miz Angell 2007

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Five minute Fantasy

I'm on security patrol up on the lawns of a Sisters of Mercy concert. The lawns are closed due to lack of sales, but I still have to make sure that no one climbs the fence illegally. As I'm peering beyond the fence into the shadows, I get a call on the radio.

"Roam team A, what's your 20?" It's my supervisor.

"Up on the lawns, southeast corner by the stairs." I respond post haste as I don't allow myself to dwell on the way his voice makes me wet, the way the thought of him makes me throb. Suddenly I'm overcome with lust and need to do something about it.

Furtive glances tell me that no one is around, and the nearest guard is a hundred yards away at the bottom of the hill. Hurriedly, I unzip the front of my pants, thankful for once that I bought them two sizes too big. With no underwear to impede me - I had found that they just chafe when walking around for five hours - my hand slips down to my clit, which is distended, standing at attention, begging to be touched.

With no patience for gentle touches, I attack it with my middle finger, sinking to sit on the steps below me, legs splayed like a whore. I moan as quietly as I can, as waves of pleasure wash over me, even though I'm nowhere close to coming. I can feel the wetness pooling at the base of my spine, and I slowly insert two fingers into my pussy. They slide in with no problem, and a squishing sound that normally makes me smile. But no smiles for that today, as the penetration feels incredible and my other hand moves to take over at my clit.

My fingers pinch and roll it, rubbing my lips together around my fingers.

"Well, this is a sight."

My hands come out of my pants, and my head whips to the side. My supervisor is standing there, an amused grin on his face, lust in his blue eyes and a rod in his pants. He glances down at my pussy, which is visible through the opening of my too large pants.

He moves in front of me, and I make a fumbled attempt to cover up. "Don't." he tells me.

Without another word, he unzips and pulls his hard on out of his pants. I'm amazed at the girth of it, and from the rumors I'd heard, he knows how to use it too. He jacks it a few times for effect, and it works. My breasts are heaving, my breath in short spurts and I'm dying to be fucked.

He helps me to my feet, turns me around and whips my pants down to my ankles. Bending me over the railing, he has no problem slipping his cock inside me. To the sounds of "Cry Little Sister", he slams into me. My fingers return to my clit, which is so sensitive at this time, it only needs a few little strokes and circles on the bud to cause me to cry out. My pussy muscles clamp around his dick, and cause more friction.

He grabs my hair and pulls my head back. Biting my neck, he whispers "Damn woman. You want me to come too soon?" I moan out loud as his hand comes around to my breasts and slips under my bra. His agile fingers find my nipple and squeeze and twist. I cry out again, moaning his name.

His manic thrusting continues, with my orgasm barely fading. Suddenly, the radio crackles to life.

"Roam Team C, what's your 20?"

"Lawns, southeast corner on the stairs." he replies. I look at him in shock. What the fuck? Does he WANT to get caught?

"Roger that. On my way to see you."

"Fuck. What are you doing? Do you want people to see us fucking?"

He grins, and shoves into me harder, causing another cry to come from the back of my throat. I bury my face in my arms and bite my lip to keep from being louder.

My hips thrust backwards, anxious to get it over with if only to NOT get busted by someone who signs the paychecks.

I've come about four times, when he suddenly pulls out. When I turn around, his hand hits my shoulder and forces me to my knees. He sticks his throbbing cock in my face. It's purple and looks like it's ready to explode.

"Suck it." It's not a question, it's a command, and I'm on the clock. That means I do what my supervisor tells me to do. My mouth opens and he sticks it in. He grabs either side of my head and starts fucking my face.

My cheeks cave in with pressure, and my hand reaches up to cup his balls. As I give them a gentle squeeze, he groans and throws his head back. I can feel his come hit the back of my throat and I start swallowing, barely able to keep up.

We hear a rustling at the top of the hill and both dress in haste. As two heads appear at the stairway, we pretend like we've been chasing a jumper.

How else would you explain us being out of breath and flushed?


Wednesday, May 16, 2007

La Vie Boheme

"Hey babe." Angie stood in the doorway of his place, waving a copy of Moulin Rouge in one hand and a bottle of Jaeger in the other. "Ready for me?" She winked one big brown eye at him, and moved past him into the living area.

Chris sighed. Just what he needed. Yet another female to complicate his life. She was just a friend though - they both understood that. She was also married, despite her wishes to the contrary most times. Chris had strict morals about fucking married women, something she had been trying to seduce out of him for years. She had yet to succeed past anything more than a friendly grope or a drunken kiss, but that didn't stop her from doing whatever she could to go further.

The truth was, Chris wanted her - but he wouldn't let his libido compromise his morals. At least that's what he repeated over and over in his head as he caught a whiff of her perfume. She turned around and removed her lightweight trench coat. His eyes almost bugged out of his head, although he tried not to show it. He didn't want to encourage her, especially since they would be watching a romantic movie for the next two and a half hours, in the dark, on the sofa.....

He had to admire her tenacity. She was giving it her all in an effort to get his all. Her normally curly hair was straightened, and pulled to one side, revealing her neck. Her halter-top was hot pink stripes and her skirt was black and short. Her legs were bare and her toenails were painted the softest shade of pink. Once his gaze found its way back up to her eyes, he could tell he wasn't very successful in keeping it together. She giggled softly, and her brown eyes opened wider as did her arms, looking for the customary hug in greeting. Chris leaned forward to take her in his arms, careful not to press against her. His hard on could be perceived as encouragement, and he didn't want to give her the wrong idea.

'The wrong idea?' His little devil popped up on his left shoulder. 'The wrong idea is to let her think you don't want her. Be honest dude.' Chris sighed internally, waiting for the angel to pop up on his other shoulder, as it so often did in these situations. Sure enough, within a moment, he heard the angel's voice 'Will ya nail her already? I'm tired of walking around with a hard on.'

Chris shook his head, silently cursing them out. She slowly backed away from him, and turned to grab the bottle of Jaeger. Every move on her part was calculated and deliberate - he knew this - to ensure he reached maximum hardness. She was going to torture him the best way she knew how - by showing him a body that he was dying to put his hands on, but wouldn't allow himself to touch. She was taunting him - which was only fair, considering he did that to her on a regular basis. While her back was to him, he shoved his hand down his pants in an effort to adjust his package before she turned back. But she just headed towards the general area of the kitchen, swinging her hips just for him. He knelt on the sofa, leaning his arms on the back. He watched her as she reached for two glasses, standing on her toes because she was just a little too short.

As he watched her struggle, Chris chuckled and shook his head. He walked up behind her. "I've got them short stack." He put one hand on her shoulder and reached beyond her with the other. As he grasped the glass, she was very aware of him, how her eyes just lined up with his jaw line, the scent of his cologne. Her shoulder grew warm where he touched it, and her heartbeat quickened. Angie had wanted Chris from the first day they met at work. Of course, at the time, he was with Sophie, and she was, of course, married. But they still had the semi-drunk kisses and gropes when they were at the club - usually initiated by her, but he went along. Over the last few months, her marriage was deteriorating, and Chris and Sophie split. He stopped working for their company, and moved on to one where he got a better salary and benefits. She knew it was best for him, and wished him all the luck, but boy did she miss seeing those blue eyes at every shift.

One night at the bar, she'd had a bit of an emotional breakdown. Chris had taken care of her, and from that night, a friendship had truly grown. She respected him, and genuinely liked him, but occasionally lust won out over all that, and when that happened, she was on her game. She knew he wanted her too - it wasn't just the booze that night. She saw it in his eyes when he looked at her. She tried to fight it when she saw him - she didn't want him to do anything he didn't. But all thoughts of that flew out the window at that moment. Slowly he brought the second glass down, and placed it gently on the counter. But he didn't remove his hand from her shoulder, and he didn't back away. They just stood there for a moment, her breathing shallow and quick, his eyes closed as he willed himself to lose, what was starting to be, an ever-present erection.

Angie didn't want to break the silence, but she knew that if she didn't, it was going to get a little weird. Still, for one more moment, she leaned into him. Just to feel safe.... just to feel.... Her eyes popped open as she discovered his raging hard on. Well, that was something she hadn't counted on feeling. His hand moved from the counter to her hip, just resting there, as she took a deep breath. Her thoughts were interrupted by Chris's voice.

"So," he turned his back to her as he got ice out of the freezer and stood there for a moment, wishing his crotch reached the cool air. Angie adjusted her tits in her shirt, cursing the extra weight that got them this big. Nothing ever seemed to fit right.

"So," she replied, fidgeting with her rings. Why was she so nervous? It's not like anything was going to happen. Oh she tried - but he'd made his feelings quite clear. She wasn't trying to tempt him by dressing that way, really. At least that's what she told herself. She was trying to show him what he was missing, which was basically the same thing. Taking a deep breath, she turned around. He was pouring their drinks. Looking over his shoulder at her, his blue eyes bore a hole right through her. "What are you mixing with?"

She casually waved her hand at him, hoping he wouldn't notice her shaking. "Oh Coke is fine." Truth be told, she wasn't going to be drinking that much. First, she needed to drive home. Second, she just didn't trust herself to be loaded around him anymore. At the club was one thing - but at his house? He handed her the glass, his fingers brushing hers. A jolt of electricity went through her, and she almost dropped it. Noticing this, he took it from her and placed it on the table. "Are you ok? Is your blood sugar low?" Angie hated that she couldn't control her low blood sugar, but was grateful for it in this case. It masked her nervousness. "I've got some snacks in the kitchen. Make yourself comfortable - I'll get them."

Angie sat in the middle of the couch and willed her heart to stop racing. He came back with bowls of party mix and popcorn, and inserted the movie into the DVD player. He sat down to her right, and put his arm along the back of the couch. Angie went to lean into him, and then thought better of it. Instead, she grabbed her drink, held onto it with both hands and tucked her legs up under her. She quickly got lost in the world of La vie Boheme, where artists reigned and poets were born. Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman were brilliant as star-crossed lovers. One determined not to fall in love; the other determined to be together. Christian and Satine...what a love story.

Angie sighed aloud. Chris's eyes went to her, noting how beautiful she looked when she was lost in the magic before her. His hand clenched and unclenched at his side. 'She's married. She's married. She's married.' he repeated to himself at least a hundred times. It didn't help. His body was rebelling against his morals. She scooted over to him, and whispered, as if they were in a movie theatre "I absolutely LOVE this number." On screen was the fabulous Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend/Material Girl combo that Nicole Kidman pulled off so very very well.

Angie started mouthing the words. Chris's eyes followed every movement of her lips, vaguely remembering how they felt under his, wondering how they'd feel around his cock. Realizing that she was a little too close for comfort - she could feel his body heat radiating off him - she stood up to "adjust" her skirt and then sat back down in her original spot. Her heart was racing again, and she wondered if she'd manage to get through the movie without either having a heart attack or heading to his bathroom to get herself off. She was confused. She'd been horny before - obviously. But this, it wasn't just hormones. She felt like she was on a date.

Chris got up to mix another drink. "You ok?" he glanced at her drink, which was still half full. Angie nodded. "I'm good." Heading to the kitchen, he didn't notice as Angie turned her head to watch his ass. Her head snapped back into place and she quietly, slowly and deliberately counted to ten. She couldn't lose control - not now. If she did, there was a true chance that she could lose him, and the thought of that made her physically sick.

She tried to concentrate on the movie, and laughed out loud. Chris came back and sat down, laughing along with her. Then came her favourite part of the movie - Christian's big solo. On screen Ewan opened that beautiful mouth "MY GIFT IS MY SONG...and this one's for you." Angie sighed once again. Who knew that he had that voice in him? Suddenly, she was aware - very aware - of Chris's mouth close to her ear. "And you can tell everybody, this is your song..." Angie decided to play along. When he scooted back to his spot, she waited. A full verse went by with them still in their spots. Angie waited to pick her spot. When her favourite part came up, she was once again at his ear. "So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do. You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're bl..."

Her voice trailed off as Chris turned his blue eyes to her. They just gazed into each other's eyes. As if by unspoken agreement, they both slowly turned back to the TV. Angie didn't bother moving. Instead, she sat where she was, and focused on enjoying her favourite movie. They both laughed through the red room scene, as the main players scrambled in an effort to convince the asshole Duke that they were, indeed, putting on a musical. Angie felt Chris's arm around her shoulder, and tensed for a moment. 'Well,' she asked herself, 'what harm could it do? We're just cuddling.' So she leaned into him, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Oh, here's our part." Chris's voice broke through her haze. Angie smiled. The Elephant Love Medley often sung out of key while they were drunk at parties. She sat up, so she could get into what her vocal teacher referred to as "good voice". As they bantered back and forth in song, in time with the movie, Angie thought about how the roles should be reversed. She should be singing the part of the eternal romantic, with Chris doing Satine's role - the realist. As they collapsed on the couch in laughter, he pulled her over to him. They resumed their cuddling, occasionally chuckling at the screen. Chris's fingers lazily traced a pattern over her shoulder, and up her neck. Angie shivered at his touch.

"Cold?" Chris asked. She looked up at him and met a wickedly devilish gaze. He knew she wasn't - and he also knew he was driving her crazy. He figured it was only fair. She knew what being this close with him would do. She shook her head and giggled softly. As she settled her head back against his chest, he dropped a kiss on the top of it. Her hand trailed up and down his thigh, causing almost uncontrollable reactions in his pants. With the way she was leaning on him, she could feel them. Her skin trembled under his hand, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could take the high road. He wanted her with every fibre of his being. Suddenly, she sat up. He looked at her in concern.

"Are you ok?" Angie nodded. "Oh yeah, just need to use the bathroom." His eyes followed her every move - she could feel it. As she escaped to the relative safety of the bathroom, Chris put a pillow over his face and screamed. Why did everything about her have to be so HOT? How could he do this? He was insane to even try. Oblivious to the battle that Chris was waging with himself out in the living room, Angie took a couple of deep breaths. She wanted him desperately. She couldn't remember the last time she felt like that. After splashing some cold water on her face and doing a tit adjustment, she sauntered out into the living room, only to be greeted by an empty couch.

"Chris?" she called out. No answer. As she ventured further, she felt him come up behind her. His hands slid up her bare arms. "I'm right here." His voice was low and seductive. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes, as his head bent to her ear. "I want you." She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. His tongue licked her earlobe, and she shivered again. His lips trailed from her ear to her neck, where he took a long bite. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to let her know that it was time. He was a lion claiming his mate.

She moaned at the pressure, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. His hands moved down her waist to capture hers as he continued his assault on her neck. "Stay still." he whispered as he released her hands, and moved to be in front of her. He captured her face in his palms, and bent to give her the slowest, most romantic, most sensuous kiss she'd ever experienced. His tongue brushed against her lips, and licked at the corners of her mouth. She sighed and her mouth opened to let him in.

Their tongues played off each other like they'd been doing it all their lives. Her hands came up to rest on his chest as she leaned in for more. His fingers trailed down her arms once more, coming around to her back, pulling her closer, and grabbing for her ass. She moaned against his mouth, letting him know that she was all his. He took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom. Suddenly she felt shy, like it was her first time. He held her, and asked "Are you sure you want to do this?" She nodded, unable to speak. He slowly undid the tie on her top, maintaining eye contact with her. She took his cue and began unbuttoning his shirt. As she slid the material off his shoulders, she planted kisses on his pecs, and licked at his nipples. He stood there for a moment, relishing the feel of her lips on his skin. Then he tugged up, and she raised her arms so that her top came off. She unzipped her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor.

Stepping out of it, she was now standing in front of him clad only in her bra and thong. Chris's eyes traveled to the V between her legs and thought his cock would explode. "Angie, I want to taste you." He pushed her lightly back onto the bed and drew her thong down. As he parted her thighs, she tensed up, almost imperceptibly. "Do you not want me to..." "Oh I do. I've, well, you've never seen me like this before. I don't think I measure up..." before she could finish her sentence, he silenced her with a kiss.

"You're beautiful." Tracing her lips with his index finger, he slipped it into her warm hole, causing her to whimper. Inserting another finger, he began working them in and out of her. Her head was thrown back and her heavy breasts were falling out of the bra she was wearing. In one swift move, he removed his fingers, found her front clasp and had the garment off of her. He then bent back to the task at hand.

Parting her lips again, he flicked at her clit with the tip of his tongue, causing her to whimper again. Chris continued concentrating on her clit, while using his fingers to probe her. God she was wet, and she tasted sweet. He dove in, replacing his fingers with his tongue, and sucking all her juices. He could tell she was trying to be quiet, but it wasn't working. She moaned and thrashed about. Chris was torn. He wanted to make her cum, but he desperately wanted to feel her lips around his cock. He knew from conversations she wasn't much for a 69, so there was only one fair thing to do. He stopped eating her, and just waited. As her shudders subsided, he went back to her clit.

Chris tongued her cunt and clit, every millimeter of it, on and on and on, in circulating motion, deep inside, then up to the clit and clit hood. Probing, ticking, circling that tongue about the clitoris, licking up and down the clitoral hood. Not a micrometer escaped his attention. Unhurried, timeless, Chris worked her cunt and clit until she was in a frenzy to cum.

"Chris," she whispered. "Please, please make me cum. I want you to...I mean, I need you to...." He smiled. "As the lady wishes." He moved back to her engorged clit, flicking it ever so lightly. After everything he'd just done to her, that was all it took. She came with a cry and a shudder that would have registered on the Richter scale. Her juices soaked his face and he drank them up like they were a fine wine. He relished in the taste of her, and then sat up. He wiped his mouth with his shirt, and got up to remove his pants. As his erection sprang free from his briefs, he sighed in relief. Angie stared at it in awe. Never had she dreamed that it would be that big.

She fell to her knees, and took him in hand. She needed no encouragement from him. This was something she'd wanted to do since she met him. She gobbled as much of him as she could, and began bobbing up and down, slowly at first. It popped out of her mouth, and she dipped her head to lick at the base, and tickle his balls with her lips. He resisted he urge to grab the back of her head and ram himself down her throat. Angie thought she’d died. She had such a surreal feeling. His cock was huge and hard, and she was enjoying it. It was a wonderful sensation, his smooth, hard flesh in her mouth, throbbing hot and needy.

Chris groaned. If she kept it up, he wouldn't last long enough to have her. He looked down at her red hair bobbing on his knob, and smiled. And then groaned again as she managed to deep throat him. He had to stop her. He grasped her arms, and brought her to her feet. His hand stroked her hair, and he kissed her once again. Without words, he reached into his nightstand and pulled out a condom. She took it from him, ripped open the packaging with her teeth, and rolled it over his throbbing member. The feeling of the latex on her fingers as she slid it down the shaft of his sex only served to increase her longing for the moments to come.

Gently, he laid her back on the bed, positioning himself between her thighs. She shivered in anticipation, as he guided himself towards her pussy, his head just barely entering her, before withdrawing with an evil grin. Her eyes widened as he continued to tease her. "Stop being so mean." she groaned as he did it a fourth time. He bent down and took her left nipple in his mouth. She felt the abrasion of his tongue and bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. He continued to suckle her breast while still teasing her with his cock. He felt her shudder and realized that she hadn't been lying. One time he had asked her about foreplay on her breasts and she had mentioned that it was almost orgasmic. Well, scratch almost - it was orgasmic.

Licking his lips, and with a small smile, he withdrew from her chest, and after pausing a moment to steady himself, he plunged into her waiting body. She arched her back in pleasure, and he reveled in the moment of contact. She was wrapped tightly around him, so hot and wet. Her hands clutched at the sheets as he entered her again and again, her eyes wide in passion. His cock buried deep into her with each thrust. Her legs locked around his hips, encouraging him to go deeper, even though he was as far in as he could go.

As they rocked against each other’s bodies, locked in a frantic rhythm, she spasmed again, letting Chris know that she'd cum, for a third, possibly fourth time. His male ego was getting as good a stroking as his cock was.

Angie was feeling the strain in her splayed thighs, but didn't care. She was orbiting the Earth, and never wanted to come back down. Four orgasms and Chris was showing no signs of quitting. A dreamy smile played at her lips. Chris paused. “Angie? Are you sure you’re ok?” She shook her head. “No but give me a second and I will be.” Reluctantly breaking their union, she all but dragged him into the spot she just vacated. Leaning forward over his body, she kissed him deeply.

“Now it’s my turn to love you.” She whispered mischievously. Positioning herself over him, she slowly, agonizingly sank down onto his hard on, which miraculously, was still at full raging force. Chris’s breath came in gasps. She was torturing him again, and thoroughly enjoying it. Her warmth seeped through his latex covering, causing him to growl deep in his throat. She took her time, as if pacing herself to a tune only she could hear. She clenched her muscles around his rod, milking him as she rode. Her hands were braced on his chest, her beautiful breasts moving with her momentum, unencumbered by her bra.

As Angie slid up and down his shaft, Chris watched her face. She nibbled on her bottom lip, causing it to swell, and every so often, her tongue would escape to moisten her lips. His hands rose to play with her tits. His fingers pinched and rolled her nipples as she fought against the waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her rhythm increased, her pussy getting wetter with every stroke. She was building towards a mind blowing orgasm, and she could feel by the tension in Chris's body that he wouldn't be far behind.

"I want to cum in you." His voice was barely audible over Angie's pulse pounding in her ears. She hesitated. It was the ultimate sign of trust for her - her husband was barely allowed to. She looked into his eyes, and in that instant, knew she trusted him more than she'd ever trusted another person. She nodded, and slid off him. She removed the condom, and was about to hop back on, when he stopped her.

"Hold it." He moved in behind her, sliding his hands over her breasts and bending her slightly at the waist. His cock slipped into her quite easily and he began pumping in and out of her soaked pussy. Angie could feel her control slipping away from her. Her legs almost buckled under the enormous wave of pleasure that hit her, and behind her, she felt Chris grasp her hips and give one final thrust before emptying himself into her.

They both collapsed on the bed. Chris crawled to the pillows and lay there gasping. Angie kept to the end of the bed, her elbows on her knees, his cum mingled with hers and leaking down her thighs. She gazed at him through lidded eyes. Would this change them?

He gestured for her to lay next to him. She crawled to him trepidaciously, and laid her head on his chest. His arms encircled her, despite the heat, despite the sweat. "Stay with me." he whispered.

And Angie didn't have it in her to refuse. As they both drifted to sleep, she whispered, "I love you." And she knew she was in trouble.

©Miz Angell 2007

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Putting in Overtime

"Hey Angie. Can you stay late tonight?" Her boss Shawn stuck his head in the door to her office. She looked up from her ledger.

"Sure. Is there a problem?" Shawn never usually asked her to stay late. It was usually him and Dave that stayed until close. The rest of the plant got to go home at four, but they stayed until six, sometimes seven, depending on how busy the phones were. He shook his head. "Nope, just need to take Jessica to the doctors. Amy has to take Jake to soccer." She smiled, imagining that he would rather take soccer duty than the doctor's appointment. "Not to worry though. It's just answering calls. Dave will be here too, so you won't be alone." He gave her a knowing grin. She cursed herself silently for ever confiding in him about her crush on Dave. The two of them went way back to high school, so of course, he kept threatening to tell him. She didn't think he would though.

Not like it would matter. Because, while Angie knew she wasn't the ugliest girl on the planet, she knew that she wasn't the type to catch Dave's eye. Plus he was going through a rough time, and he wasn't even looking at her that way.

Angie fixed Shawn with her "school teacher" glare -the one she learned off her mom. "Yeah, well, whatever." Shawn laughed and went back to his desk. She shook her head. Whatever? That was the best come back she could come up with? She sighed, and went back to her ledger, where she quickly got caught up in the checks and balances.

So much so, that she didn't see her IM window pop up. When she finally glanced at her computer screen, she saw the message from Dave. All it said was SMILE. She looked at the clock. No wonder her stomach was gurgling - she almost worked through lunch. Closing the ledger, she pushed away from her desk and headed to the back, running smack into Dave. Her heels (Manolo Blahnik knock off's no less) slid on the tile and he grabbed her to keep her from falling. It was the first time he'd actually touched her. Her heart started racing, and she was almost positive he could feel it. He smiled slowly at her.

"Whoah." He held her briefly before setting her right on her feet. He glanced down. "Those are some nice heels you got there." His gaze travelled slowly up her body, before resting on her cleveage. "And the rest is looking pretty good too." He looked into her eyes, smiled and stepped aside so she could pass. When she was certain that the door was closed behind her, she sat down hard on one of the chairs around the table. Her heart was pounding out of her chest and she suddenly felt very hot and wet between her thighs. The tiny scrap of material that was posing as her thong wasn't going to do her any good today. As if proving her thoughts right, as she stood up she glanced at the seat of the chair. A thin strip of moisture was left behind, right where her thong connected with the vinyl.

She got her soup, nuked it, and decided to take lunch at her desk. Her email needed checking anyway. Plus, she had to pass Dave's desk on the way back to her office. It was a pretty sweet set up. She was the only one that had her own office, besides the boss that is. As Angie walked by Dave, she reached out and rubbed his bald head. Without looking back, she added an extra swing to her hips. She could feel his eyes on her, and managed to get back behind her desk wtihout any other mishaps.

Her eyes bulged at the contents of her inbox. Fourty five new messages!! Wow, her friends were busy. As she sipped her soup, she managed to return messages to about half of them. The rest were forwards and chain letters. Then a name popped out at her. Dave Nelson? She stood up to peer around the door at him. She didn't realize he had her personal account address. Brimming full of curiosity, she opened it. All it said was LATER. She was puzzled. But rather than ask him about it, she just deleted it. It was probably the punchline to a joke she forgot.

"Angie? Got any chocolate?" Shawn's head popped around her door frame, startling her, and causing her to spill what was left of her soup all down her hoodie. "Aw for shit's sake Shawn. Yes, take it." She threw the ziploc bag of chocolate hearts at him, and removed her sweater quickly before it soaked through to the thin spaghetti strap tank top she had underneath. She ran it to the bathroom and ran it under cold water. Fortunately, the hoodie was black, so it wouldn't stain, but now she had a problem - she was freezing.

She hung it on the back of the door, and walked out with her arms around herself. Dave glanced at the washroom, and noted her lack of sweater. He put two and two together. "Cold Angie?" She nodded, and went to stand in front of the gas fireplace they had in the corner outside her office door. As she prayed for warmth, she felt something settle around her shoulders. She glanced down to see that Dave had put his jacket around her shoulders. She slipped her arms in to the sleeves and closed it around her chest, before he could notice her perky nipples. "Thanks." She winced internally, as she realized that she sounded like a bad Marilyn Monroe imitation. His hands lingered briefly on her shoulders, and then she heard his footsteps retreating. Angie rushed back to her desk, feeling better once she sat down. At least the chair was a solid base. Her legs had just turned to jello at his touch.

Angie spent the rest of her lunch chatting online with her friends and listening to her music. Her IM window popped open again.

R U WARM NOW? he wanted to know. Her hands had a life of their own as she responded IN MORE WAYS THAN YOU KNOW. She could have slapped herself. WHY WHY WHY was she doing this? It popped open again.


Angie groaned and buried her head in her arms. "I am SO stupid..."

Alternating between her work and daydreaming about Dave, she didn't notice the hours flying by. Before she knew it, it was three thiry, and Shawn was waving at her from the doorway.

As she waved back, her heart skipped a beat. She was about to be alone in the office with Dave, and in about half an hour, she was about to be very alone with him when the building emptied out. She repeated to herself that it didn't matter - Dave didn't look at her in that way. He was just a flirt. She could keep this on a business level. She caressed the jacket, feeling its soft plaid material, inhaling the scent of his cologne, and a hint of smoke. She revelled in this brief connection. Sure, she could keep it on a business level.....

She drained her brain, not wanting to think of him, not wanting to feel the primal need inside her that just wanted to press her lips to his, coaxing him into submission with her tongue. She didn't want to imagine what those lips would feel like on hers, what his hands could do to her body....

She figured her hoodie had to be dry by now, so she went to the bathroom to check (ok, and to freshen up - lipstick, perfume, mascara....). Yep, it was dry. As reluctant as she was to give his jacket back, she knew that she had to. She shrugged into her sweater, and zipped it a quarter of the way up, just enough to keep it from falling off - she noted that one of these days she was going to have to start buying sweaters that were smaller. Holding the jacket close one last time, she exited the bathroom, and noted that Dave wasn't at his desk. She placed it on the back of his chair, and went into her office, where, for the second time that day, she ran smack into Dave.

Once again, he held her to keep her from falling. Only, this time, his arms went around her. "Um, thanks." Her face was on fire, as she stepped back to let him leave. She felt her hoodie sliding off of one shoulder, leaving the strap from her tank and her shoulder exposed. She left him plenty of room in the doorway to pass her by, but he brushed by her, like there was no space. Her breath caught in her throat. She slowly turned to walk to her desk, when Dave spoke.

"So why are you acting like there's nothing here?" She stopped in her tracks and turned around. "Wha...what are you talking about?" He walked towards her, his steps deliberate. She backed up, fully aware that there was no where for her to go. She felt her back hit the wall. Gathering her courage, she looked him in the eye. Big mistake. She didn't notice his hand come up to her shoulder, so she was startled when she felt a finger trace down her strap. He hooked under it and ever so slowly pulled it down off her shoulder. "Come on Angie. You want me. I know you do."

She bit the inside of her lip, and silently cursed out Shawn for opening his mouth. As if reading her mind, he looked amused. "Shawn didn't say anything either." Angie was quick to jump on that. "Well, if Shawn didn't say anything, how would you know to say that he didn't say anything?" she challenged. "Well, it was obvious that you two had a secret, and it had nothing to do with each other. Besides, everytime I checked you out, Shawn just laughed. When I asked why, he never would say. Combine that with the cute little outfits you've been wearing, and the 'come fuck me' perfume, I put it all together myself."

"Oh." Angie's ire slowly ebbed out of her, and she was left with nothing but pure, unadulterated lust and longing. Dave's hand was still caressing her bare shoulder, lightly, which was causing her goosebumps to have goosebumps. His head dipped to her ear, and whispered in the most seductive tone she'd ever heard "I want you. And I know you want me." He took her earlobe between his lips and sucked on it. She went weak. His lips trailed down her neck to her shoulder, and down to the curve of her breast. He pulled away. "So what do we do about it?" Angie couldn't take those piercing eyes seeing right through her. She felt cornered, and began searching for an escape. Fortunately, Dave's extension rang. "You'd better get that." He backed away from her slowly.

"This isn't over Angie." He got to his desk and picked up the ringing phone. Angie rushed to her desk and pulled herself in, creating a 2 foot solid oak barried between them. She hurridly buried her nose in the monthly A/R reports. When he entered her office again, she was certain that he'd stay on his side of the desk. So she was unprepared for the rear assault. He placed his hands on her shoulders, slowly massaging her muscles.

"You're so tense." he murmured. Angie's eyes closed. His hands felt so good - almost as good as Phil's. She sighed, and he took that as a sign. Slowly, he spun her chair around so she was facing him. She sank back in the chair, legs splayed in front of her, skirt hiked a little high, and looked up at him through heavily lidded eyes. Placing his hand on the back of her chair, he used his other hand to tip her chin up. No words were needed as Angie's heart rate doubled and her eyes closed again.

Dave's pulse raced as he claimed her lips in the sweetest kiss he'd had in a long time. He deepened the kiss, claiming her mouth, his hand moving from the top of the chair to the back of her neck, drawing her closer. His hand touched her bare thigh, and she shivered. His groin shot right to attention.

Angie thought she'd died and gone to heaven. His lips felt as good as she thought they would. And boy could he kiss! Angie's whole life, she'd loved kissing more than anything else. It was the ultimate form of foreplay. A guy could be taught how to lick a woman's pussy, but you can't teach someone how to kiss - they either know how or they don't. And Dave definately knew how. Judging from his tongue action, he'd be damn good at eating her out too.

Dave heard a moan coming from the back of her throat, and her legs opened more. He wondered if she was on the same page as he was. He knew she wasn't wearing stockings, and he knew from paying close attention to her wardrobe that she only wore thongs. His hand slid further up her thigh, and came briefly into contact with a scrap of cotton. She broke the kiss.

"We can't..." she fought to catch her breath. "We can't do this now." He was perplexed. "Why not?" She glanced at the clock. It was only five to four. "Because, " she struggled to her feet, "in about five minutes there will be about fourty guys walking either through this office, out that front door, or past those windows. Do you really want an audience?" As she adjusted, he watched her braless tits jiggle, and felt himself go hard again. She turned her back to him to bend over her mouse to click the flashing icon on her computer, and his hand brushed up against her bare cheeks. She gazed at him over her shoulder, and gave him a coy little smile. She straightened up and pointed to the door "Now go."

He went out the door as directed, but pointed out to her "We're not finished." She winked at him, and said in a husky voice "No, we're not."

Dave had difficulty sitting at his desk with his cock poking him in the stomach, so he stood up to walk around for a bit. The building couldn't empty fast enough as far as he was concerned. In her office, Angie was taking inventory, muttering to herself "I can't believe this is happening. Don't freeze up - don't forget the condom." Freeze up? She laughed at herself. As if that could happen. Dave's touch virtually turned her insides to molten lava.

She began waving to the guys as they walked out. Her thighs were slick with her longing, and her pussy was aching for Dave. She began walking out of her office, taking her time when she passed Dave’s desk. Then she changed direction. Instead of the lunch room, where she was headed, she went to the front door and locked it. THEN she turned around and headed to the lunch room. Making sure the back door was locked, she watched from the window as the last car pulled out of the driveway. She closed the blinds, just as the door was pushed open with such force that it almost came off its hinges.

Dave headed straight for her, lust in his eyes, and, judging from the bulge in his pants, there too. He caught her face in his hands and began kissing her again, but this time she was ready. She clutched at his shirt, pulling him across the room to the sofa that sat along one wall. She pushed him onto it and straddled him. Her wet slit rubbed against his zipper, sending incredible sensations through her. She dove into his neck, nibbling and licking, and started on his ear.

His hands ripped at her tank top, snapping one of the straps, and freeing those beautiful tits from their cage. His hand cupped her left one and brought the hard nipple to his mouth. As he closed around it, she cried out, and as he sucked on it, she went tense. He’d been with enough women to know the signs. She was about to cum, and only from him sucking her nipple. He continued, his left hand reaching under her skirt to the front of her thong. His thumb slipped under it to find smooth flesh, and as he traveled down, came across what he was looking for. His thumb skipped across her clit a few times, before settling in one spot and gently rubbing.

She threw her head back, and started gasping, “Oh my god Dave. Please, oh my god…”

Her hands drew his head in tighter, so pretty soon her whole breast felt like it was in his mouth, but he still concentrated on that nipple. He felt her shudder as she let out a primal scream. He stopped to watch her cum. Her eyes got wide, and her lips shone. She slumped for a moment, and then proceeded to climb off him.

Uh oh – Dave wondered what he had done. Until he realized that she was stripping down. Hastily, he did the same, taking his shirt off and unbuttoning his jeans. She turned to him, topless, but still in her skirt and heels. She sat on the couch, and motioned for him to stand in front of her. She finished removing his jeans, and then, reached for his cock.

Dave gasped as she took him in hand. Angie smiled. It was just like she had imagined. She stroked him once or twice, just enjoying watching his reactions. Then she leaned in. Her breath caressed the head, and her tongue flicked out over it.

Just when Dave thought it couldn’t get any better, she took him all in. Her mouth enveloped his shaft and he had to bite his lip to keep himself from groaning in pleasure. He looked down at her head of curls bobbing on his cock, and smiled to himself. How long had he dreamt about this? Probably ever since she started. He noticed those full lips and big brown eyes that stared holes through him, and had always wondered what they would feel like wrapped around him. And now he knew, and they felt just as good as he thought. Her hand grasped the base of his shaft and followed the flow of her mouth, applying pressure, and increasing his sensations. She concentrated on bathing his cock with her tongue each time he filled her mouth, loving the feeling of it sliding back and forth, so strong and smooth. His knees almost buckled under the intensity of it. She sure knew what she was doing.

Angie thought she’d died. She had such a surreal feeling. His cock was huge and hard, and she was enjoying it. Her right hand reached under her skirt and shoved her thong aside. She started rolling her clit between her fingers, and pulling on it. She started moaning against his cock, and he glanced down to see why. He almost blew his load when he saw her fingering herself. Although it almost killed him, he pulled out of her mouth, and fell onto her, kissing her hard, smashing his mouth to hers, more turned on than he had been in a long time. He felt her hand move as she tried to remove it from her pussy. “No. Keep going.” His voice was dark and dangerous, and Angie didn’t even question it.

He kept kissing her as she continued to finger herself. “Cum for me Angie. Make yourself cum for me.” He bent his head to her breast, remembering what had happened earlier, and this time, she couldn’t stop herself from crying out. Her fingers worked her clit furiously, desperate to cum again. Dave nibbled her nipple, stroking himself. Not that he needed the help, he just felt like he needed to be doing something with that hand. As she shuddered, he felt her body clench, and he knew she was cumming again.

He made his way from her chest down to her belly button, before tossing up her skirt, removing her thong and parting her thighs. He grinned at the lust he saw in her eyes, and watched her face as he slowly parted her lips with his thumbs. She closed her eyes and her head fell back as he found her clit and began massaging it with his thumb. "Oh Dave." she whispered. "Please...." her voice trailed off.

"Please what Angie? What would you like me to do to you?" He didn't even recognize his own voice. She gasped as he inserted two fingers into her wetness. "I want you to eat me. I want you to lick my pussy until I cum again."

"Like this?" His voice was barely audible to Angie. Her blood was pounding in her ears. All she felt was his breath on her mound, and then the tip of his tongue following the moist trail of her slit. As he licked the inside of each lip, and then proceeded to take both in his mouth and suck them, she thought she would go insane.

Dave watched her thrash back and forth. He silently chuckled to himself, enjoying the torture. After all, in her short skirts and high heels, she'd been torturing him for weeks. Payback was a bitch. He gave a quick lick of her clit, and plunged his tongue into her hole, fucking her with it, the action after a few minutes, causing another strangled scream to come from her. In the midst of her orgasm, he fixated on her clit, taking the hard bud into his mouth, nibbling it with his teeth and then sucking on it hard, just like he had with her nipple.

Angie couldn't believe it. Ok, yep. She was right. He was fucking amazing at this. Just as one orgasm subsided, another wave attacked and by the time he was finished, the sofa was drenched with her cum.

He drew back from her, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and standing over her with a raging hard on. Her breathing was shallow, as if she’d run a marathon. She opened her eyes, and looked at his gorgeous cock jutting out from his body. “Ok big boy. You had your fun – now it’s my turn.” Her voice went husky. “How do you usually fuck?” He started in surprise. He’d never been asked that before. “Welllll,” he responded slowly, “I’m used to girls wanting me to do all the work.” She rose from the sofa and sauntered towards him, still in just her skirt and heels. “Oh, poor baby.” Her voice was mocking, and yet, very soothing. She got right in his face, and traced a line down his chest with her nail. “Well, this woman wants to do her share too.” She pushed him into a chair, and straddled him once again. Only, this time, with no jeans on, there was no barrier between his hard cock and her hot cunt. She could feel his the length of him against her bare pussy and just imagined how good it would feel inside of her. She reached into the barely noticeable pocket on her skirt, and pulled out the condom. She tore into it with her teeth, and before he could blink, had it on him.

“Do this often?” he asked, half jokingly. “Well,” she mused, rising on her knees. “a girl’s gotta protect herself.” And with that said, she impaled herself on his dick, moaning in satisfaction as all 8” were buried into her. Dave gasped. “Oh girl, you feel so good….” His voice trailed off as she began moving herself slowly up and down his rod. His hands found her breasts again, and he began massaging them in time to her rhythm. Her nipples stood up against her skin, begging, once again, to be touched, sucked, anything. He obliged by pinching them, rolling them between his fingers and leaning in to flick his tongue across their surface. Angie’s hands were on his shoulders, helping to keep her balance as she rode up and down his cock like a woman possessed.

Angie loved the feel of his hardness inside of her. She was so wet, she could barely stay on him. She had known he’d be good, but she never dreamed she’d get the chance to find out. With her skirt still on, she would get a breeze on her hot mound every so often, and it just made the experience more erotic. She opened her eyes and looked at Dave’s face. His eyes were closed and he had an expression of pure bliss. She stopped riding, and just sat there, her hole just enveloping his head. She flexed her muscles, and made his jump. She did it three more times in rapid succession. He opened his eyes.

”Girl,” he said in a lazy drawl, “if you keep that up, this cowboy ain’t gonna last long.” She glanced at the clock. "Well, we still have an hour before we officially have to close shop. And then," she flexed again, and leaned forward to nip at his lips "there's overtime." Then, without warning, she plunged downwards, enveloping him in her hot pussy once again, and just sat there. When the sensations subsided, she began running her hands over his chest, pulling at his nipples, and lighting running her nails down to his pelvic area. His eyes followed, as she ran her nails up her smooth pussy, stopping briefly to pinch her clit. She snapped her pelvis forward, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone, and causing him to gasp.

Repeating the action, her hands made their way to her swinging brests and she began massaging them in slow circles. Her tongue slowly licked her bottom lip and she brought her left nipple to his lips. Dave opened his mouth, and she stuck it in. As he had before, he suckled it like a newborn wanting milk. Angie couldn't move. The combination of Dave's suction and his cock in her was too much. Dave noticed her sudden complacency, and decided to take control.

He stopped sucking, and picked her up off his lap. Lifting her up and over his shoulder, he carried her out of the lunchroom to his desk, where she was relieved to see that the blinds were closed. He lay her back on it, pulled her ass to the edge, and entered her. He was teasing her, going agonizingly slow, causing her to writh in impatience. Dave chuckled. This was amazing. His balls hit her ass as he entered her fully. She moaned. He started going in long, full strokes, making sure that she got every inch of him. Her hands looked for something to hold onto and he was instantly glad that he'd cleaned off his desk before going into the lunch room. Finding nothing, she clutched at the edge of the desk.

"" Each syllable out of her mouth was punctuated by a thrust. Her body tensed again, which, by now, he was able to tell, meant she was cumming - AGAIN. He grinned. This was doing his ego so much good, and he could tell she was really enjoying herself too. On the verge of cumming himself, he stopped fucking her. She lay there for a second, panting and shaking. She struggled to prop herself up on her elbows. But before she could get too comfortable, he pulled her down. "Oh no honey. We're not done yet." Turning her back to him, he pulled her against his chest. His hands went to her breasts, which were full and heavy and heaving after the fucking she'd just gotten. She sighed, and leaned her head back. He grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled her head to one side. Her neck was exposed, and he sunk his teeth into the soft flesh, not enough to break the skin, but enough to tease her. Keeping his hold on her, he bent her slowly from the waist down, so her ass was showing and her fuck hole was at the perfect level. He gave silent thanks that she wore heels today, or it wouldn't

"I've dreamt of fucking you like this." He released her hair, and raked his fingers down her back, causing her to arch and cry out. His hands grasped her hips, and lining up his cock with that sweet cunt, said in strangled tones "I'm not taking my time on this one. You're REALLY going to be fucked now." She glanced over her shoulder, brushed her hair out of her eyes, and whispered "Bring it."

That was all the encouragement he needed. He thrust into her like a man possessed. Angie bucked back against him, feeling all of him and still wanting more. They rocked into a fast paced rhythm, savage and unforgiving - just two people crazed with lust. Dave's balls ached to cum, and Angie's legs were ready to give out. The fact that they hadn't permanently turned to jello was a miracle.

He clutched at her hips, and started panting in rhythm with her. Angie could tell he was ready to cum, so she stopped, and flexed her pussy. With a loud groan, he shot his wad into the condom. While she was glad she had it, Angie was disappointed. She really wanted to feel him cum inside her - it had been something she dreamt about for awhile. Dave collapsed onto her back, and the two of them just stood that way for a moment.

He slowly stood up, and helped her straighten out. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. "WOW." was all Angie could say. Dave collapsed into his chair, pulling Angie onto his lap. "Well, now that we've got that out of the way, think this thing will go away?" Angie looked him in the eye and giggled.

"Not on your life pal. Only, next time, maybe your place?" She stood up, kissed him again, and sauntered off to the bathroom, tits bouncing and ass swinging away. As Dave removed the condom, he looked up at the new security camera that had been installed last week, and smiled. No one had told Angie about the six cameras that were located in the lunchroom, the order area and Shawn's office, and no one was going to either. After disposing of the condom, he quickly scribbled something on a piece of paper and held it up for the camera to see.


©Miz Angell March 2007

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Unsated Passion

Your piercing green eyes
stirring up memories
of not so long ago

Lips locked in forbidden passion
hearts racing
desperate longing
stolen moments
in every corner

Against a tree in a wooded area
on a hot summers night
stairwell of a movie theatre
behind a tree on a summers day

Never have I felt more alive
after a hibernation
ready to live again
Bring me to life
for I am waiting
suspended in memories
lost in your eyes


Monday, February 26, 2007

Strangers In the Night

I awoke with a start, in a state of panic. I couldn't move my arms! They were tied to the bedposts with a red scarf. I surpressed a scream as I looked down at my body and realized that I was naked! I couldn't figure out what was going on, and a feeling of helplessness came over me.

"About time you woke up."

I turned my head and saw him sitting there, stroking a huge erection in one hand, and holding a drink in the other. I opened my mouth to speak, to ask what the hell was going on, but before I could, he silenced me with a hard look. Then, standing up, he continued to stroke himself as he gave me instructions. It didn't take me long to figure out what was up.

"Now, here is how this will work. First of all, you will NOT speak, or make a sound, unless I ask you a question. Then you will answer. Other than that, I don't want to hear your voice. If you speak out of line once, you will be punished. Twice, you will be gagged. You will do as I tell you, EXACTLY as I tell you, or you will once again be tied up. Do you understand?" I nodded my head at him. He threw his drink on me, and I could smell gin. "I didn't hear you bitch."

"Yes." I said softly. He smirked.

"Good." His hand was still pumping his dick, and I was mesmerised by every action. "I'm going to untie you now. After I do so, I am going to begin licking the liquid off your body. You are allowed to do whatever you want with your hands, EXCEPT you can't go near your pussy, your tits, or my dick." With that, he kissed me hard, his tongue lashing with mine as he jammed two fingers into my cunt. I whimpered against his mouth, and he moved to my ear, rasping "Feels good, don't it?" I couldn't answer. "Don't it?" he repeated, and jammed them in harder. My back arched and I buried my nails into his back, raking them down as he licked the bitter liquid from my tits, concentrating on my nipples. I tried not to moan in ecstasy, biting my lip to keep silent. He sucked on it, and it hardened instantly. I could feel his hard prick rubbing up against my leg. I remembered what it looked like with him stroking it, and I ached for him to put it deep inside me.

"Please fuck me." I didn't know that I had spoken those words aloud. His blue eyes stared at me as he withdrew his mouth from my breasts. He cuffed me upside the head. "That's just a warning babe. Next time is the real punishment." He resumed sucking my nipples, his hands stroking my hips. I pulled his head in closer, my hands stroking his hair. He moved down my body, lapping like a dog down my stomach and across my groin. I clamped my lips together, so I wouldn't giggle as it tickled. The giggles behind my teeth turned to silent moans inside my head as he travelled down to my clit. He flicked it a few times to tease me, and my head thrashed back and forth with the torture at having to remain silent. Then he dove in, plunging his tongue into my slit.

"Fuck you taste good. Do you know how good you taste?" I shook my head. "Finger yourself. Take your middle fingers and shove them in there." My hand resisted, so he showed me how. "I can't believe a tramp like you doesn't know how to get herself off." He shoved my hand in and out, and my breath came in short, heavy gasps. He used his other hand to pinch my clit. I was so ready to cum. He forced my hand from my pussy and brought it to my lips. "Lick." he ordered me, and I did, slowly, sensually, my lips sliding up and down my fingers, sucking, tugging. He stroked his hard on once again, watching me intently. The he stood up beside the bed.

"On your knees bitch." I obediently knelt in front of him. "Suck my cock, just like you were sucking your fingers." Grasping his throbbing prick in my right hand, I put my lips to his head, licking the crown, then lapping at the shaft. My left hand caressed his balls, my mouth enveloping his entire cock. Up and down I sucked, my head bobbing. He groaned and he sank his hands in my hair. "Oh yeah baby. That's it. Suck it, suck it hard. Do you like that? Do you like sucking cock?" I nodded my head, and he pulled my hair back violently. "Answer me."

"I love sucking cock. I can't get enough of it." He grinned. "I knew it baby." He pulled my head in again. I circled his prick with my tongue, tugging on the head. He groaned and pulled me away.
"Now, on your hands and knees. I'm gonna fuck you like the bitch you are." As I silently obeyed, he continued to talk. "You are a little bitch aren't you?" He slammed into me, and I screamed. "Aren't you?? Let me hear you say it."

"Yes," I whimpered, "I am a bitch." He slammed his cock in again and again. "REPEAT IT."
"I-am-a-bitch." I repeated through clenched teeth as each slam came harder and father than the last. He got a rhythm down then.

"Your pussy is so hot. God you feel so terrific. You feel fuckin' great."

The forced silence got to me, and I had to say something. I figured he was too far gone to be keeping me to the terms, so I spoke. "So do you. You're so hard..." He pulled my head back, and I moaned in pain and pleasure.

"Did I ask you to talk slut? Did I give you permission to speak or make ANY noise?" He withdrew his dick. "I warned you, you'd be punished. Now I guess the little bitch doesn't get fucked." He went back to jacking his cock, smiling all the way. " beg for it. Yeah, sluts like you are always begging for it. And remember, I can get off by fucking your face. You can't cum until I LET you. So what's it gonna be?" He knelt beside me, pulling my hair, and kissing me hard, bruising my mouth. He whispered in my ear "Now, let me hear you beg." His hand approached my pussy, and just the heat from his skin caused my clit to ache with longing.

"Please. Please fuck me."

"Fuck you like...."

"Please fuck me like the slut I am. I need it, I need it bad."

"You need what bad baby?"

"Your cock."

"You got it." With that, he pushed me face first on the bed, and started fucking me again, bent over, kissing my back and grabbing my tits. "Play with your clit." My fingers reached down between my legs, and started rolling my clit between them. After only a minute of his hard strokes, and my own fingers, I started to shudder. He leaned over and nipped my ear. "Are you going to cum?" I could barely nod with the anticipation of it.


"Let me hear it. I wanna hear you cum LOUD. Got it?" He thrust harder and deeper, and I felt the warmth in my cunt trying to spill out of me. I whined, and whimpered and when I came, I moaned and screamed so loudly I was sure they heard me in the next house. He withdrew and brought me to my feet. He lay me on the bed, face down again, with my feet hanging over the edge. He stood beside it, wrapped my legs around his waist, and told me how he was going to fuck me. My arms braced my body on the bed. He was slowly entering me, and then withdrew, just as slowly. He was driving me crazy, not even giving me enough time to come down from that first earth shattering orgasm. Then he started to spank me.

"Oh yeah honey. This is good. You love it rough." That wasn't a question, it was a statement, so I didn't answer, although I thought that the answer was obvious. He began fucking me faster and faster, spanking me in between thrusts. My cunt was getting hotter again, as I felt another orgasm coming. "Oh my God," I moaned, not caring about anything now. "I'm going to cum again."

"So shut up about it and do it." he panted, his own orgasm building up. I moaned again as I came, harder and hotter than the last one. As my arms gave way, he dropped my legs and I slid to the ground. He grabbed my head by the hair again.

"Swallow me whore." His hand was pumping his dick, and he forced my head onto it. I didn't have time to think as hot jets of cum spurted out and hit the back of my throat. All I could do was swallow what he gave me. When he was done, he lightly tapped my face.

"Thanks for the fun." And just like that, he was gone.

And I didn't even get his name.


Dance Floor

After rocking the house down all night, the band finally slid into a slow song. You hold your hand out to me in a silent invitation, and I accept, allowing you to lead me back onto the dance floor.

Within seconds, I recognize it as “Cry Little Sister” from the Lost Boys soundtrack (a HIGHLY underrated song if you ask me). We start off barely moving, your hands resting on my waist, my arms around your neck, like we’re in the fifth grade. As the song moves along, the singers voice is husky and gritty and it seems we’re powerless to stop ourselves as the rhythm takes over. My hands start to caress the back of your neck, and your fingers trail down my waist to my hips, and then, after lingering for a mere second, move slowly down my thighs. My skin feels like it’s on fire and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning.

I slowly let my fingers move across your neck, down your back and around to your biceps. I lean into you, my hips starting to grind against yours, feeling you get hard. Your hands reach around to my ass and you pull me in tight. The bass is coursing through our bodies as we gyrate in time to the music. The music gets louder, and the crowd realizes that there’s something happening, and they all stop what they’re doing to watch the spectacle we’re making.

You dip me backwards, following my body down with yours. Your breath is hot on my neck, your lips inches away from mine. Your right hand entangles in my hair and you pull me up roughly, and kiss me passionately. I can feel your left hand caressing my thigh and my hands follow your example and come up to entangle in your soft hair. I moan against your mouth, no longer caring if everyone in the club is watching. Your tongue plays with mine, brushing up against my teeth and tracing a moist map around my lips.

The lead singers voice is echoing in my head, competing in volume with the pounding of my heart. My body is moving instinctively to the music, moving in ways it hasn’t in a long time. Sliding, winding, shimmering, twirling – I move around you like a woman possessed. You dip me again, this time quick and sharp, bringing my right leg up to your side in a move that I’ve only seen in Dirty Dancing. It leaves me off balance and unsteady.

My hands grasp your shoulders for balance, and I rub up against you, torturing you, feeling your hard on strain against its denim prison. You look deep into my eyes, your gaze smouldering, telling me exactly what you want from me, and exactly how far you’re willing to go to get it.

My breath catches in my throat, my pulse beating wildly. You slither down my body like a cobra, and when you come back up you grasp me under my butt and lift me into the air. My hair cascades over my face like a waterfall, and you spin me around. With that movement, no one notices that my buttons have popped open mysteriously, or that your face is buried in my clevage, your mouth moving down towards my breasts. You tongue my nipples through my bra, and I throw my head back in ecstasy.

You bring me down slowly, as the music comes to an end. The crowd whistles and applauds their appreciation for the erotic display. Blushing, I fumble with my buttons. But you are the perfect picture of cool, and you throw your arm around my shoulders, pulling my chest into you, and we walk off the dance floor, out of the club, and into the night to finish what was started.



Starting in silence.
Swollen lips trailing,
Pursing, nibbling,
Soft moans escape
Hands carressing,
Squeezing, pinching,
Hot, wet, moist kisses
Fully hard,
Fully hot
Rubbing, stroking,
Sinking to the ground
Mouth sucking, tugging,
Licking, fingering,
Bodies entwined
Soaked, slippery,
Hot, wet, moist pussy
Thrusting, rocking,
Desperate to cum
Needing, pounding
Frantic, anxious
Riding, screaming

©Miz Angell 2006

Party for Two - picnic anyone?

Angie groaned as she got out of her car. Seven thirty was WAY too early in the a.m. to be out of bed, especially on a Saturday. She winced as she closed the door – ok, so she was a little hung over from last night’s drinking, but she was entitled. After all, it was the middle of summer. The earliest she ever got out of bed on the weekends was noon! But not today, and all thanks to the four phone calls from her boss on her cell the night before. In a drunken stupor, she told him she would work just to shut him up. Apparently, as usual, the powers that be over-extended themselves on booking and needed every spare body. Hence the reason she was at the office at this ungodly hour, mentally preparing herself for a two hour drive north – on a school bus no less. She felt a little twinge of satisfaction that her co-horts in crime from the night before were suffering just as much as she was, just at a different gig. At least they didn’t have to ride a school bus. She sighed. When she first started working event security, she thought it was going to be all glamour and hanging out with rock stars, stopping groupies at the door, and escorting very important people through throngs of adoring fans. Just goes to show, fantasy is always better than reality. They didn't pay her enough for this shit.

Angie glanced at the extra large double double coffee she got from Tim’s and wondered if it would be enough caffeine to keep her awake until she got her second wind. As she rounded the corner from the parking lot, she spotted a few of her co-workers looking like she felt. That lifted her spirits a little. She wasn’t the only one suffering. She stopped next to her friend George.

“Sooooooooo sexy, what’s up?” He glanced down at her. “Well, now that you’re here – everything.” He gave her one of his heart stopping grins. She grinned back. He was such a joker.

“George, honey, it’s only seven thirty. My libido doesn’t get going until around ten.”

“Hey, we’ll still be on the bus……” he let his voice trail suggestively and wiggled his eyebrows. Despite her exhaustion, Angie giggled. She was beginning to feel better.

“You know George; I’d take you up on that if it wasn’t for Diana.” That, and the fact that Angie had a shitload of doubts that he was serious. Because, in spite of a few random incidents to the contrary, she knew that she was the type of girl that men frequently flirted with, but never followed through on. But had Diana not been in the picture, Angie would have enjoyed fucking George immensely. In fact, she'd wanted to from the first day they'd met. He was tall and wiry, but not too skinny, with healthy, shoulder length brown hair that any girl would have died to run her fingers through. His brown eyes always sparkled and his teeth were the whitest she’d ever seen. All in all, definately a twelve on a scale of one to ten. And he'd probably be a fantastic lover. But Diana was a friend of hers, ever since she’d helped Angie through her divorce last summer.

Slowly, the rest of the staff showed up in various states of alertness and dress. As far as Angie was concerned, the best part of her job, ok one of the best, was the fact that they weren’t supposed to wear their uniform shirts outside of the job sites. In the summer, Angie loved wearing her black tank top, which, in combination with her push up bra, thrust her tits up to new heights, and showed them off. Frequent washing had faded and shrunk it, but the thin elastic spaghetti straps were surprisingly resilient, and had held up. Along with that, she wore her black shorts, and her hoodie was tied around her waist. Her unruly curly hair was up in its usual clip, and she was wearing the most oversized pair of black shades she could find. It had been a struggle to keep her eyelids open long enough to get her contacts in, but it was worth it. The sunlight was already getting to be too much to bear.

They all stood around, making cracks about the time, gulping their coffee and leaning on one another for support. Apparently, Angie wasn’t the only one who had tied one on the night before. At ten after eight, the bus finally pulled up. Angie looked at Nancy, who was taking attendance.

“One bus full for the whole park?” Nancy laughed. “Don’t worry. There’s sixty on the bus, and about thirty who drove up. Not to mention the Barrie and London offices sending their crew. We’ll be fine.” Angie looked at the call sheet. She scanned the list, but was only mildly disappointed when she didn’t see Dalton’s name on it. There was, however, one name she noticed in that quick glance that made her heart race – Matt. At least one person there was worth sexing up for.

As everyone loaded onto the bus, she threw her knapsack on the rack above George, fell into the seat next to him, and turned his shoulder into a pillow.

“Wake me when we get there.” He patted her head and laughed. “Ok sunshine.”

Angie desperately wanted to sleep, but her mind kept drifting to her last encounter with Matt. Her body grew hot at the memory of him fucking her. And what a memory. There were so many reasons it was good: the size of his dick (which was impressive!), Dalton watching while Matt did things to her that HE never did (eating her out for one, making her cum, not once but twice, for another – Dalton had yet to get her off at all), AND it had happened while they were at work. She still couldn’t believe that they had pulled it off. She never used to be that ballsy. With him there today, maybe he’d like to try again. The thought made her smile.

She must have dozed off, because the next thing she knew, George was nudging her. “Come on Sleeping Beauty. We’re here.” Angie popped one eye open, lowered her shades, and gazed up at him grumpily.“Don’t you know that SHE was awakened with a kiss?”

George placatingly dropped a kiss on top of her head. “There.” He said with a smile.“Well, it’s not the best I’ve ever had, but it’ll have to do.” She sat up, and immediately gasped at the pain in her neck. She rolled her head gingerly. “George, if this kink in my neck hasn’t gone away by the time we’re leaving, I’ll suck you off for a massage.”

Angie heard a chortle of laughter behind her, and realized that the bus had grown eerily silent. She could feel 58 pairs of eyes on her. She stood up.

“Or any other volunteers?” A few hands shot up, and the whole bus started laughing.

As they disembarked, she endured some good natured ribbing from her friends. She turned to George as they ambled to the trailer for sign in. “You’d better call Di and tell her about this. ‘Cause if the company grapevine gets to her first…..” she let her voice trail off. All it took was one pseudo-sexual comment between two people to turn it into a full-fledged rumor. And one thing she’d learned was that the gossip game didn’t die as you got older – if anything, it got worse. George nodded. “Don’t I know it.”

Their conversation was interrupted by the bellowing of their boss. “Angie! Get your uniform on and get to the trailer to help with sign in.” Angie didn’t hesitate. Responsibility at last!! After three years of getting nowhere, she’d been waiting for it. Throwing her shirt on over her tank top, and giving George a peck goodbye, she marched over to the trailer, tossed her bag in the corner, and sat down next to the other person at the trailer.

She accepted the papers handed to her, pulled her pen out of her pocket and yelled “NEXT!”As the guards split the line, licenses in hand, she heard from the person next to her “How’s it going?”She quickly glanced over, recognizing that voice in a sort of “blast from the past” moment.

Looking to the next person in line, she kept working while talking. Normally, she couldn’t do that, but all she had to do was look at the license, write down the name, and continue to the next person. Wasn’t that hard.“Hey Phil. I’m doing great. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. How have you been? NEXT.”

With his eyes on the task at hand, he replied, kind of distracted. “Yeah, I’ve been busy with my other job. I’m working for one of the promoters.” He winked at her. “Discretion dictates I can’t tell you which one.” Angie felt herself grow green with envy.

“Wow, that’s incredible.” She managed to squeak the words out. Phil’s face burst into a grin of pure amusement.

“Then why,” he broke away from the sign ins to briefly face her, “do you look like you want to rip my eyes out?” As she looked at him, she couldn’t help but look at his eyes, and she was hit with the full force of those eyes, and found herself drowning in their hazel depths. She quickly looked away, and continued signing people in.

She had forgotten about the “Young” eyes. Both Phil and his brother Craig, who otherwise looked nothing alike, had these gorgeous hazel/brown eyes that were constantly deep pools of expression. It was always hazardous for her to look into either set. She realized that he was still waiting for an answer.

“C’mon Phil. You know getting into music promotion is my dream.”He laughed and patted her thigh. His touch set off a reaction in Angie that could only be described as nuclear. Her heart rate jumped a thousand per cent, her skin felt like it was on fire, her pussy grew moist, her tits became alert, and her breathing grew shallow. For that one moment in time, with Phil’s hand on her leg, Angie felt more turned on than she had in, what seemed like, forever.

Phil removed his hand, but not before trailing his fingers down to her knee. “Don’t worry Angie, I won’t forget you. Remember, you’ve got low friends in high places – ME – and it’s not who you know,”“it’s who you blow.” Angie completed the oft-quoted show biz mantra. “Just remember that.” He said and winked again.

Flustered, she looked up for the next person in line, only to discover that everyone was signed in. She could hear Randy giving the pre-show talk that preceeded deployment.

She pushed her chair back, reluctant to end contact with Phil. She didn’t notice that he was doing the same, and when they stood up they were nose-to-nose. Well, nose to chest anyway as Phil had a good four inches in height on her. She gazed up at those beautiful eyes, and her gaze went to his lips. All she had to do was stretch her neck up one inch…`One inch away from paradise.’ She thought to herself. The tip of her tongue slipped over her lips, and they automatically parted. Time seemed to stop. Phil moved his head in slowly, Angie’s eyes began to close and“PHIL! Front and center!” Randy’s voice penetrated the cocoon of sexual longing that had enveloped her. Phil snapped back to reality. He moved past her, his hand brushing against her crotch area, his arm lightly rubbing against her nipples.

After he left the trailer, Angie’s legs refused to hold her upright, and she sat back down hard. She was confused. Had she just imagined all that? Because, if he HAD felt what she was feeling, there’s no way he could turn it off like a light switch. Her crotch was wet, her nipples erect and her hormones were through the roof. No, it had to have been her sexual frustration manifesting itself in a real time fantasy (thank you Dr. Ruth). But she was still feeling the effects of the encounter. Boy, did she ever want to fuck Phil! She had to get her mind off of him and cool her body down before she spontaneously combusted. She glanced down at the sign in sheet and saw Matt’s name on Phils. Funny how he was all she could think about on the ride up, but now all thoughts of him had fled.

Outside, she heard the guys laughing and realized that she hadn’t been deployed yet. Shaking off her raging hormones, she went out to remind Randy that she was still there. When she poked her head out, he spotted her.“Oh shit Angie. Sorry. I forgot all about you.” She just tilted her head. “That’s ok. Where do you want me?” The question was directed at Randy, but she was staring right at Phil, who held her gaze with a bemused smile on his face. Randy looked at his sheet.“Well, I’ll put you at stage left, but right now they’re doing a closed sound check. So hang out here until it’s done ok?”Angie shrugged like it was no big deal, but inside she was turning cartwheels. Randy rode away on his golf cart, leaving Phil, Angie and a few others behind. Phil stayed outside shooting the shit with tour security. She sat on the steps of the trailer, leaned back on her hands and basked in the sunlight. It was hot on her face, and her skin immediately got warm. She wished she could take off her uniform shirt, but she was on the clock. So she settled for rolling the sleeves up to her shoulders. Within a few minutes, she felt the perspiration building up on her skin. She looked down and the top of her breasts shimmered. Mentally she berated herself for forgetting her sunscreen. She got up and rummaged through her bag for her Neutrogena.

After slathering it on liberally, she went back to the step, only to notice that Phil was gone. She fought a wave of disappointment, but resumed her sunbathing. Kelsey sat down beside her.

“Hey hon. How ya been? I know I’m a year late, but I’m sorry about the divorce.” She patted Angie’s knee.“That’s ok Kelsey. Onward & upward right?”

“Right.” She nodded. “And I couldn’t help but notice, “ she leaned in conspiritially, “that Mr. Phil Young was checking you out.” Angie punched her in the arm.

“Shut up. He was not……was he?” her voice sounded childishly hopeful to her own ears.“Girl, he couldn’t keep his eyes off your chest.”

“Kelsey, he’s a man. If there’s a set of tits around, he’s going to check them out.” Kelsey nodded, but her expression was doubtful. “Ok, if you say so…” She stood up and stretched. “Time for me to visit the girls……ummm….” She was at a loss for words staring at the port-a-potty “hut?” Angie laughed as she sauntered away. Angie sat back and thought about it. Phil couldn’t POSSIBLY be interested in her, could he? Angie refused to believe it. After all, he was cute, sexy, younger (only by a year), he was intelligent and had a great sense of humor. And then there was that dreamy smile…..Angie could feel her pussy getting hot all over again. This was too much!!! If she didn’t fuck someone soon she was going to go crazy! She started jumping up and down to expend some of her sexual energy. But it didn’t help at all.

She heard a series of thwacks coming from behind the fence leading into the backstage area. With nothing better to do, and no idea when Randy would be back to post her, she decided to investigate. Walking around the corner, she saw a couple of the roadies hitting golf balls into an empty field.She stood watching for a bit as their lean, hard bodies (sculpted from years of carting heavy equipment she was sure) coiled and released with each shot. It was beauty, it was grace, it was…..HOT. Angie shook her head to clear it. Maybe if she hit a few it would help. After all, it couldn’t POSSIBLY make it any worse.

“Hey guys.” She stood there, hands in her back pockets, shoulders back and breasts front & center. The guys looked over at her.

“Hey yourself.” One of them answered. “What can we do to, I mean, for you?” His buddy snickered, but Angie wasn’t fazed. “First one,” she said in a velvety smooth voice, “and then the other.” She winked. “As you can see, I’m with the security company, but I can’t get to my spot until sound check is over. I’m bored sitting around so I was wondering if I could hit a few with you.”

“Sure.” The talkative one held out his hand. “I’m James and the dork over there is Danny.” She shook his hand. “I’m Angie, nice to meet both of you.”

“So Angie,” James smoothly wrapped his other arm around her shoulders, his hand still grasping hers. “What’s your club of choice? Or do you need help deciding?” His arm felt good around her, but not as good, Angie decided, as wiping that condescending grin off his face. She stepped out of his arms.

“Five iron please.” Danny handed it to her, and both stood there with their arms across their chests, waiting. Angie laughed internally. If only these guys knew that she had taken golf lessons for seven years and she’d won several junior tournaments, including most promising player. She set her club face, addressed the ball, and, in perfect form – THWACK. The ball went sailing out of view. Angie looked at the two guys. Their jaws were hanging open as they slowly panned from the direction the ball had gone, to her. James was the first to speak.

“Wow…uh…” Angie giggled. Then the three of them continued hitting, the guys occasionally glancing at Angie in disbelief.

She had to admit, her sexual tension was ebbing away with every ball hit. But she kept glancing behind her, unable to shake the feeling that someone was watching her. She told herself she was just being paranoid.

After about fifteen minutes, Angie set the club back in the bag. Most of her tension was gone, and she felt somewhat normal again. She thanked James & Danny and returned to the trailer, only to hear her radio squawking.

“Aw fuck.” she muttered to herself. Forgetting her radio was high up on the list of things that was sure to get her in shit with Randy. She picked it up hastily.

“Angie?” Randy’s voice came over the radio. “Go for Angie.” She spoke into the mic.“Where the hell have you been?” She thought quickly. “Sorry Randy. Damn battery was dead. Took me awhile before I realized it. What’s up?”

Before he could reply, Phil’s voice broke in. “Uh Randy? I’m over at the artist’s compound and there’s no guard here. Can you send me a body?”

“No guard? What about Jennifer?”

“Well, she complained too much about this position, and Tour Security decided that they want someone there who WANTS to work.” By this time, Randy had pulled up to the trailer in his golf cart. He drove up to Angie. “Ok, change of plans. You get that last transmission?” She mock-saluted. “On my way boss man.” She trekked over, walking through the area where James and Danny had abandoned their clubs in favor of lunch. They both waved to her as she sauntered through. She clipped her radio to the neckline of her shirt, causing the v to dip even further and showing more cleavage. She paused just before rounding the corner, and took a mental inventory before she saw Phil. Hair alright? Check. Make-up? She pulled her compact from her pocket and applied some lip gloss, making her lips look even more kissable. Check. Shirt? Her sleeves were still rolled up to her shoulders, and the tits were peeking through the v. Check. Shades? She pulled them off the top of her head. Check. She heard Randy over the radio, “Phil, I’m sending you a body now.” She took a deep breath and sauntered around the corner.

Phil whistled as she approached. “And what a body he sent me.” Angie was sure she blushed, but was grateful that her face was already sun kissed from earlier, so it blended in.

“Ok Phil.” She spoke boldly, even though her voice was shaking. “Your body is here. Proceed with your other, more important duties.” He laughed, and put his arms around her in a big bear hug. “God I missed you.” When he released her, Angie prayed that he wouldn’t notice her erect nipples or feel the warmth radiating from her whole fucking body. So much for getting it under control. She was back to where she started from; incredibly turned on, her thong was soaking wet, and there was NOTHING she could do about it.

“Yeah, I missed you too.” She watched him walk away, admiring the way his shorts hugged his ass, and his firm calves. He turned and caught her staring.

“I’ll be back to check on you.” And winking at her, he disappeared around the corner. ‘Ok Angie,’ she thought to herself. `Think COLD thoughts: ice, snow, skiing, skating, Barry Manilow….’ To distract herself from thoughts of Phil’s ass, and everything that went with it, she studied the artists’ compound. It was actually a cute little area. Two buildings set across from each other, each in an arc. There were four rooms in each, plus a ladies room and shower facility on one side, and the men’s on the other. In the center were a large grassy area and three or four picnic tables. She was momentarily distracted from her issues by the sight of the lead singers’ children playing catch, and the wives standing back watching with motherly pride. Angie glanced at her watch and sighed – only 12:30? It was going to be a long day.

As the hours went by, she could hear the sounds of the crowd gathering. She couldn’t believe how many people were there. Fortunately, she was behind the stage area, so she didn’t have to deal with any of it. The crowds at these shows could get insane. Since they were general admission, there was always a problem with “they took my seats” and the like. Plus, most of them were going to be in their teens. She found she didn’t have the patience for the younger set at the shows anymore. God, if she was like that at their age, no wonder her mom went prematurely gray.

At 7:30, seven hours after she had assumed her position, and only two Phil sightings, she had gone through four bottles of water, her last two sitting at her feet. However, George, who had somehow managed to secure a roaming position (in a golf cart no less), had been by three times to bring her more sunscreen, food and water. Tour security was a hottie by the name of Jason, who had biceps that were almost as big as Angie’s head. He had checked on her more than Phil had, and commended her on her professionalism. That made her feel so good – she usually didn’t get compliments from anyone when it came to work. She could hear the crowd go crazy, as the opening band took the stage. Angie took a deep breath. There was a light breeze wafting through the compound, which was a nice change from the suffocating heat that had plagued them all afternoon.

She fanned herself with her hand, realizing almost immediately how futile that gesture was. Reaching down, she grabbed one of the bottles of water, removed her radio and slowly poured it over her head. The breeze on her wet skin caused her flesh to pebble, and of course, her nipples to go erect. She just chuckled to herself. Well, they had spent most of the day that way – they were used to it. She shook her head to clear the excess water, and separate her curls from her head.As the band played on, the sun was beginning to set. Angie had to admit that the band wasn’t half bad. Not her taste, but still pretty decent.

It was 8:30 when the opening band finished their set, and 8:40 when the band and crew said their goodbyes (both James and Danny slipping her their email and phone numbers), loaded onto the busses and left the park, on their way to the next tour stop. Angie was happy, as that cut her job in half. Now she only had to worry about one band and their families and crew. Fortunately the compound would be empty for the show. The wives, after the first song, would put the kids to sleep on the family busses and then go to the bands bus for drinks for the rest of the night. She was curious as to why they didn’t watch the show. Their response was “Honey, if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.” So, by Angie’s count, after the show, she only had to wait for nine people to evacuate the compound. And, in the mean time, for the two hours the band was onstage, she could give her aching feet a rest.

So, after the first song, Angie said good night to the kids and their moms, who invited her to the bus to have a few with them – an invitation she hated to decline. As soon as they were safely on the bus, Angie turned into the compound and practically collapsed on one of the picnic tables.

Angie came to the conclusion, that spending all night drinking and dancing and then working a fifteen hour shift on her feet was probably not the best idea she’d ever had. And made a mental note to NEVER do it again, no matter how much Randy begged or bugged.

As comfortable as lying face down on a wooden table was, Angie moved herself to a sitting position, with her feet on the seat. She laid her head and arms on her knees and closed her eyes momentarily.

All of the sudden, she felt hands on her shoulders. She raised her head with a start. “Ssshhhh.” Someone whispered behind her. A hand gently guided her head back down. She moaned in appreciation as the silent stranger started to massage her tense shoulders.

After the wonderful machinations of their hands had lasted for another two songs, Angie felt a pair of legs encircle her. She still wasn’t sure if the person was male or female (not like it mattered) until she felt an enormous erection pressed against her ass and lower back.

Angie really wasn’t sure what to do. So she did what came naturally. She leaned back against his chest and sighed. “Thank you. That was amazing.” The whisper came once more. “I’m not finished yet. Put your head down.” Angie obliged. She was expecting more of the same exquisite treatment she had just received, but instead she felt a gentle shiver as his fingers traced a random pattern on the back of her neck. She let out a little moan. She could feel his hands tugging at her uniform shirt. She was apprehensive. As much as she hated to spoil the mood, she spoke.

“I can’t do this. If any of my supervisors come by….” The voice interrupted. “I can guarantee that they won’t be bothering us.” And in one deft motion, he removed her shirt, leaving her in her tank top.

“That’s better.” He whispered and leaned in, running his hands down her arms and kissing the back of her neck. He traced along her collarbone with his lips.

Angie’s thong was sopping wet for the umpteenth time that day. Her poor cunt was aching for some action, but she wasn’t bold enough to say anything to him. It was just too much fun to wait to see what he had in store for her. She only hoped he was right about no supervisors bothering them, because she couldn’t make herself say stop now, even if she wanted to.

His hands held hers for the briefest of seconds before moving to her waist, and sneaking up the front of her shirt. He cupped her tits through her bra, which was a little disappointing as it had extra padding. But before she could say anything, he had figured it out on his own, and seconds later, his hands were under the cups.

Angie moaned louder in ecstasy. He tweaked her nipples until they were the hardest they’d been all day. She shoved back hard against his cock. He pushed back. Unable to take the suspense anymore, she spoke. “Who are you?” and tried to turn around. He stopped her. “Ok,” he whispered. “Close your eyes.” She obliged and felt him move from behind her. In mere seconds, she felt his strong hands on either side of her face as he drew her in for one of the most animalistic, passionate kisses she’d ever experienced. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth, brushing up against her teeth, and outlining her lips. His mouth crushed hers and her hands moved to tangle in his hair as she tried to pull him closer. As he pulled away, she was left breathless. She managed to hear him over the pounding of her heart.“Now open your eyes.” She did, slowly, and was in a total shock when she saw those gorgeous Young eyes staring into hers.

“Phil?” she whispered in disbelief.

“C’mon Angie. You can’t tell me you don’t want this. You’ve been undressing me with those bedroom eyes of yours since the day we met.”Angie stuttered “You, you noticed?”

He moved closer to her, his breath hot on her cheek as he spoke in her ear, “Of course. How could I not?”

“Well, I just didn’t think I was your type. I figured you ignored me, just like everyone else does. Or at least you were just flirting to be friendly.”

“Nah. I’ve wanted to fuck you since our first crowd management class. Remember, I sat behind you and played with your hair?” Angie thought back, and all she could remember from that class was being incredibly hung over from Teresa’s birthday the night before.

But she couldn’t break the connection, so she told a little white lie. “Yeah, but I thought that you knew I was hung over and were just busting my chops.” He laughed, a low rumble that set her knees quaking. “Well, ok, that too. But I wanted you – even told Craig that one day I’d have you.” Angie blushed at that. No wonder Craig had always looked at her funny. “Well, enough of that.” She looked at him with a bemused smile on her face. “Where were we?”

“I believe right here.” And once more, he kissed her passionately. Her arms climbed around his neck, and she put all of herself into it. All her hearts desires for the last three years – the want, the need, the desperation. Her tits rubbed up against his shirt, the abrasiveness causing incredible sensations to run through her body.

“Oh Phil. This had been way too long coming.” She whispered mischievously. She pulled away long enough to rip her tank top over her head and unhook her bra. When she was naked from the waist up, she made a grab for his shirt. He danced away. “Uh uh lady – I don’t think so.”She stood on the bench.

“Oh, so YOU can get ME naked, but I can’t get you naked. Is that how you’re playing this game?”

“Oh no, I plan to get naked, just not quite yet.” He walked towards her again, and grabbed her around the waist, burying his face in her cleavage. He kissed her breasts all over, and lightly licked her nipples. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. No way was she going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her pleasure until she saw some skin on him.

He grinned at her, as if he could read her mind. He lifted her off the bench, and lay her down on the grass, where he continued his oral assault on her chest. Her body betraying her, Angie fought to keep silent, until there was no choice but to whimper in pleasure. His hands found the button on her shorts, and he took them down, leaving her lying there under the stars clad only in her thong, which, thanks to everything she’d been through today, was useless in keeping her excitement in place, and her inner thighs were slick with her juices. Phil ran a finger down the inside of her leg, and it came away glistening. “Hot today?” he asked innocently. Angie tried to take a swat at him, but it just wouldn’t work. As he was kissing down her thighs, he was removing her thong as well. He reached her mound, and as she was anticipating feeling his lips on hers, he raised his head.

“You know, I was watching you with the roadies. You have one hell of a swing.” She remembered that feeling that she was being watched. “So you were the culprit. I had a feeling that someone was staring at me. Thought I was paranoid.” He shook his head. “No hon. I’m always watching you.”

And with that, he opened her with his fingers and slowly inserted one into her pussy, proving that he was in fact, watching her. Her eyes shut in ecstasy. After her whole day of being so sexually frustrated, to finally have something inside her was fantastic – especially since it was Phil. He entered a second finger, and she almost exploded on the spot. She moaned, and a third finger joined in. As he started fucking her with his fingers, she knew that at any given moment, she would cum. She tightened her muscles around his fingers and began grinding her hips. Phil removed the fingers. “Oh no, not yet. We haven’t had any fun.” Leaving her lying there, he brought his mouth to her cunt and began flicking at her engorged clit with the tip of his tongue. Spirals of heat radiated through her body and she shot into the stratosphere. She came within a matter of seconds.

Phil emerged from between her thighs. “Hey, I didn’t know you were that easy.” He teased.

Angie leaned up on her elbows, her blood still roaring in her ears. “I’m usually not, but since I saw you this morning, all I’ve been able to think about is fucking you. It’s put my poor pussy in quite the predicament.” He chuckled. “Well, since this morning all I’ve been able to think about is fucking you, and watching you cum for me. I’ve seen it once, but I’d like to see it again. This time, I want to feel it too.” With that, he stood up, took off his shirt, showing off his newly slimmed down abs, and removed his shorts and boxers. Angie’s eyes widened at the thickness of his cock.

“Oh my fucking …. Wow.” She couldn’t say much more than that. She rose to her knees and looked up at Phil. “Honey, I’ve just GOT to get that into my mouth.” Eyes twinkling, he replied “Be my guest.” And sat down on the bench. Angie knelt in front of him, and took the head of his cock in her mouth. Her tips eased down it, while her tongue circled the head. She began bobbing up and down, taking as much of his cock in her mouth as she could without gagging. Using her nails, she traced a line up and down the shaft, and began playing with his balls. She heard a gasp from Phil and looked up briefly to see his eyes closed and head thrown back in a perfect portrait of a man being serviced. She smiled to herself and kept on sucking. She alternated between sucking and licking, and threw a few nibbles along the head and shaft for good measure. She closed her own eyes and tried to remember the last time she had really enjoyed giving a blow job. It had been awhile – she didn’t even give Matthew one. She gave Dalton a few, but she wouldn’t allow herself to think about that. She knew that she was going to be satisfied from THIS encounter.

Her jaw was getting tired, so Angie quickly stood up, straddled Phil on the bench, and impaled her soaking wet pussy on his cock. He filled her up immediately and his eyes opened in unexpected pleasure. She began moving up and down on his prick, starting slowly, and maintaining eye contact with him. His eyes sparkled as they developed a rhythm, and his hands strayed to her hips, keeping her in time with him. A thin sheen of perspiration covered both their bodies, a result of both the weather and the heat between them. Angie rode him like a wild woman, the moon sending down a light that was both romantic and mysterious. But romance and mystery were out the window at that moment. All either of them cared about was getting each other off.

Angie felt the familiar tension in her thighs that told her she was doing a good job – and for once it was appreciated. She smiled to herself. And it was at that moment that Phil opened his eyes and saw it.“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” Her breath was coming out in pants. “Just really enjoying myself. How about you?”

“Honey, it’s all I thought it would be, but it can be better.” Angie was really curious at that. “And how, may I ask?”

“Like this.” And with that, Phil stood, supporting Angie’s weight and keeping himself inside her. Turning, he laid her on the top of the table. As she looked up at him, she was able to see the stars too. Well, she wanted romance and great sex. She got the great sex – too bad romance couldn’t follow. She smiled again, and followed it with a chuckle.

“Ok, this time you’re telling me what it is.”Angie decided to fib. “Well, I was just thinking about how great the perks are at work now. And I’m NOT talking catering.”

“You want perks? You’ve got one coming.” With that, he thrust herself into her cunt hard, causing her to cry out. “Oh, too hard

No, just perfect. Don’t stop Phil.”

“Not to worry. I couldn’t now, even if I wanted to. Your pussy is everything I thought it would be. And that mouth of yours! Honey, we could make a fortune with a video camera.”

She wondered how he could talk and fuck her senseless at the same time. It was taking all her energy to keep herself in the same orbit as Phil. Her pussy muscles were contracting hard, and his huge cock kept causing her to cry out. She loved it good and hard, and Phil was both. He knew how to fuck – no doubt about that.

Phil was trying to keep it together. But Angie’s face was priceless. She was really enjoying herself. Phil wasn’t sure how long it had been since her divorce, but it had been a REALLY long time since she’d had a good fucking. She did this thing with her lower lip that drove Phil crazy. She’d lick at it with the tip of her tongue, and then bite it gently with her top teeth. It was the sexiest face he’d ever seen. Her gorgeous tits were bouncing all over the place, and her thighs were clamped around his waist. This was the best sex Phil had had in awhile. By no means did he expect this when he came into work today. He didn’t even know she was on the schedule. But when he touched her leg today, an electric jolt shot through him, and he knew she felt it too. He HAD to have her. She’d been on his mind all day. He couldn’t risk being around her until he knew that there was time for them to either fuck or make out for a bit. That’s why he hardly checked on her today. Just then, the radio crackled to life. Damn, could Randy’s voice EVER spoil a mood.

“Phil?” He grabbed the radio from next to Angie.“Go Randy.”

“Yeah, have you given Angie a break yet?” Phil and Angie both grinned. “Yeah Randy. Don’t worry – she’s been taken care of.” Angie suppressed her laughter.

“Alright then. Just make sure to cut her at the end of the show.”

“No problem.” He put the radio down, and buried his head in her cleavage in laughter. But that didn’t kill the mood. Instead, Angie pulled his head to her nipples and he began sucking on them, still fucking her for all he was worth. Angie moaned. “Oh Phil. C’mon, make me cum again.”

“AGAIN? How many is….”

“Oh, we’re going on four now. NOT including the wonderful way you ate my pussy earlier.”

Phil groaned. “What kind of talk is that? And if you keep it up, I’m not going to last much longer.”Angie grinned wickedly. “REALLY? Well, let me just say that the way your tongue flicked my clit drove me wild. You ate my pussy so good and you made me cum so hard, that I thought I’d split apart. And your cock fills my cunt so well, it’s like it was made to be there. I’m just loving how hard you’re fucking me….”

Phil slammed into her harder than he had been, and she almost screamed. He could feel his orgasm building and at that moment, like fate had timed it, fireworks went off for the show, just as Phil pulled out and jacked his cock fast, so that his cum went all over Angie’s tits. She was mid-cum when he pulled out and was about to groan in disappointment, when her eyes caught the movement, and in fascination, she watched as he masturbated. Her hand went to her pussy and played with her clit until her own orgasm subsided.

She crawled off the table to collapse next to Phil on the grass. They watched the rest of the fireworks in silence. Phil leaned over and kissed her hard.“That was definitely worth waiting for. Interested in a repeat performance sometime?”Angie nodded. “Just say the word.”

“How about tonight on the ride home? I can send Craig back on the bus with the others.”

“Baby, you can drive me anywhere, at anytime.” They both climbed to their feet as Phil looked at the time. “SHIT! I’m supposed to be at the trailer for sign outs soon.”

They started getting dressed. “I’ll see you at the end of the night.” He gave her a light kiss on the mouth and tweaked her sore nipple.

As he walked away, Angie looked to the stars above.

“Thank you.”

She would never complain about a shift again.


George had been on his way to keep Angie company on his break. He really needed to be with a friend right now, and she'd been on his mind all day. The truth was, he didn't know how to tell her that him & Diana had broken up.

And he certainly didn't know how to tell her that he wanted her.

He was pretty sure she wanted him too. But he knew her well enough to know that her friendship with Diana would not allow her to even contemplate fooling around with him as long as they were a couple. He felt a pull in his groin as he thought of the way she looked on the way up this morning. He remembered her lips as she smiled at him, the lacivious glances she'd given Phil that he'd witnessed during sign in. Not that anyone eles would have noticed, but when you spend a lot of time watching someone, you are able to pick up on things.

He knew she was turned on. He could tell by her body language, and her aura was glowing with sexual energy. He thought he might be able to sneak a few minutes conversation with her while the show was on, so he had ditched his roam partner at the mixer and swung back to the artists compound to see her.

Which is how he wound up parked outside the fenced in area, watching as Angie writhed around on the ground, Phil's face between her thighs. His cock was amazingly hard, and he glanced furitively around. What would the harm be in jacking off? No one was around, well, except for the two in front of him, and they were so engrossed in eachother that they'd never notice him in a million years.

He unzipped his shorts and pulled his throbbing cock out. The cool, night air caressed it and cooled it briefly. As he adjusted himself in the cart for the best possible show, his hand crept to the shaft and he began stroking it lazily. Angie cried out in ecstasy as Phil's tongue brought her to orgasm again and again. The sound of her voice increased the speed of his hand. He allowed his eyes to drift closed as he imagined that he was the one making her cum that way. His pressure increased and he realized that he'd miss a lot of the show if he got off now. His stroking slowed to a crawl, and his pressure lightened up. Then Phil stood up and shucked off his clothing. Even George was impressed with the solid nine inches that stood out proudly in front of Phil.

Angie was on her knees in a heartbeat, and had that monster in her mouth rather quickly. George groaned as he realized that he desperately needed her lips around HIS pole. He watched in envy as she deep throated Phil and he could hear her slurping sounds from his position. Once again, the stroking on his cock increased in speed and pressure, causing him to breathe a little heavier, and a lot faster.

God, the build up was incredible. He'd given up on jerking off for awhile. And the last time he'd been with Diana - well, it was too long for someone who was used to getting it on a regular basis. He wondered if Angie would swallow......

But it didn't look like he'd get a chance to find out. Her head came up, and she scrambled to impale herself on Phil's cock. George watched as her lucious tits bounced in front of Phil's face. His hand moved in rhythm with her body, his body imagining what it would be like to be inside her, to feel her hot pussy wrapped around his prick. He saw her big brown eyes widen in surprise as Phil stood up, managing somehow to keep her on his pole. Phil laid her on the table and began pumping in and out of her furiously. George's hand changed to match Phil's pace - hard, hot and fast, he could feel his cum building up in his balls.

Biting his lip to keep from making a noise, George increased the speed of his hand until his shaft pulsed and he let loose a long stream of cum that hit the bushes. He didn't relax though, not wanting to miss the moment when Phil made Angie cum again. His softening member lay outside his shorts, as he watched Phil manipulate her clit as well as fuck her senseless. As she came with a cry, and Phil convulsed, George grinned.

Yep, he was going to get her, and he was going to fuck her good. He wondered about the ride home on the bus tonight.....

©April 2006 (revised April 2007)