Ashley's Piano Lesson

Summoned by the doorbell, I stood up from my own practice at the piano to welcome one of my favorite students for her lesson.  Ashley had started lessons with me when she was 13, and I’d enjoyed watching her grow into the beautiful, smart, charming 18-year-old high school senior she was today.  She wasn’t my most musically talented student, but what she lacked in natural gifts, she made up for in diligence.

I smiled as I caught a glimpse of her outfit through the door.  During the winter, she was always thoroughly wrapped in thick sweaters and wool-trimmed boots.  But as we now headed back to spring, her outfits were once again flirty.  And she was at that age, and still had enough of a look of innocence about her, that she was still just able to get away with an outfit like this one.

“Hi, Ashley, come on in.  How are you today?”

“I’m great, Miss Kristin.  How are you?”

“I’m doing well, Ashley, thanks.  Have a seat,” I said, motioning to the piano bench, “let’s get right at it today.  Lots of work to do before the upcoming recital!”

As she sat down on the bench, as my many years of pianistic experience (well, not THAT many, I’m only 26) told me would happen, her oh-so-short pleated skirt rode to a dangerous level on her upper thigh.  She seemed either unaware or unworried, and launched into her warm-up of scales and arpeggios.  I smiled to myself at her innocence, and marveled at how much she had changed over the past year.

When she had worn this same adorable tennis outfit the summer before, she still looked like a cute little girl, a non-athlete posing in athletic attire purely for the teenage fashion statement.  Now, slightly taller and much more developed, she was positively stunning.  Her long, naturally blonde hair cascaded down past her shoulders and came to rest around her youthfully perky tits, which I guessed were now a C-cup.

Her perfectly tanned skin was on display beneath her short-sleeved, v-neck athletic top and short, pleated tennis skirt, both white with a lime-green stripe down the side.  And as teenage girls will do, she of course had found matching shoes, and wore a matching lime-green tie in her hair.  Perfection, high-school style.

“Let’s hear that A-flat scale again, Ashley, you’re still struggling with the fingering on that one.”

“I know, sorry...”

A few more tries, and she had it.  I then picked up her Debussy album and opened it to the prelude she was preparing for the recital, which was, so appropriately, ‘The Girl With the Flaxen Hair’.

“Should I just play it, then?”

“Yes, please, Ashley.  Play through it once, and we’ll see what we need to work on today!”

As she started to play, I left the chair next to her, walked across the room and sat down on the sofa, attempting to simulate for her the experience of playing for an audience, as she would have to do in a few weeks at the recital.  As I sat down, I glanced down the hallway to your office, and gave you a cheerful smile when I caught your eye.

You responded, as you often did, with a distracting gesture.  It seemed to be a favorite hobby of yours, distracting me while I was teaching with naughty suggestions of what we might be doing together later.  Sometimes, you’d whisper something truly filthy in my ear just before I walked into a lesson.  On days when you weren’t there with me, it might be a dirty text or two, timed to arrive just when I was in the middle of a lesson.  This time, the distracting gesture was an homage to Ashley’s newfound curves.

I frowned and nodded my head from right to left, pretending that I wanted you to stop.  Ashley’s playing quickly brought my attention back, however, as I realized how much work she still needed to do in order to be prepared for her performance.  She was clearly struggling with her nerves, as she often did, her playing full of tension.

I let her finish, watched her hang her head in disappointment, before finally turning to look at me, her cheeks flush with embarrassment from the couple of mistakes she had made towards the end of the piece.

“Oh, Ashley, please don’t be so hard on yourself.  You still have two weeks to practice, and mainly, you just need to get those nerves out of your system, and relax!”

“I know, I know.”

“Play it again,” I said, getting up and walking back over to the piano as she started to play.  She was calm and relaxed for a few measures, then began to tense up as she approached the first difficult passage.  I put my hands gently on her shoulders, and she immediately responded by releasing the tension which had built up there.  It was a frequent routine during her lessons, as I had learned early on that she had the same tendency I did at her age, which was to hold tension in her upper body while she was playing.

I left my hands on her shoulders throughout the piece this time, as a gentle reminder, and the performance went much more smoothly this time.  She looked up at me with a broad smile after finishing, and I flushed as I looked down at her, reminded of you as I realized I was looking directly down at her cleavage.  She didn’t seem to notice, but I was embarrassed at my own behavior.

I pulled my hands quickly away.   Then, feeling I needed to cover for this sudden awkwardness, I reached for one of Ashley’s other books and opened it to the correct page.

“Let’s work on the duet now,” I said, with excessive formality, trying to cover for the breach of ethics that was probably completely lost on my innocent student.

As we started to play, I immediately noticed how much work Ashley had put in over the past week.  I quickly forgot about my own embarrassment, and lost myself in the music.  It was always such a pleasure to reach that moment when playing with a student suddenly felt like playing with a fellow musician.  She was still young, and she still had a lot to learn, but she was starting to have those moments of true music-making.

After a few more minutes, I saw out of the corner of my eye that you had walked into the room, and I nodded in the affirmative when you motioned for my permission to sit down on the sofa and listen.  It was always good for Ashley to practice playing in front of someone else.

When we reached the end of the piece, after a very musical and nearly flawless performance, I put my arm around Ashley and gave her a squeeze, congratulating her on her progress.

“That was really wonderful, Ashley!  You’ve done such great work.  I can’t wait to play this with you on the recital.”

She smiled back at me, glowing, and still unaware that you were in the room.

“Jacob, what did you think?”

Ashley practically jumped as she turned to look at you, and I couldn’t help but notice as she simultaneously blushed and pulled down against the edges of her short skirt as you walked towards the piano, smiling at her.  I knew she had a crush on you - hell, who didn’t - but I’d never seen her react so strongly to your presence before.  It didn’t seem to matter to her that you were in your mid 40’s; you were that perfect combination of hot and confident that always made the young girls swoon.

“Very impressive, ladies.  Very impressive indeed.”

“Now,” I said, aware of the jealous desire to bring Ashley’s attention back to me, “we still need to work on that Debussy, and your nerves.”

Ashley’s smile promptly disappeared, as I knew it would - she was always so hard on herself!

“Oh, don’t go there, Ashley.  Come on, let’s keep a positive attitude.  You have two more weeks to practice.  Let’s not spend any more time today worrying about wrong notes - let’s focus on finding a way for you to let go of your nerves.”

“Um, OK.”

“Jacob, you could help us with this if I’m not keeping you from your work?”

“No, Kristin, I’d be happy to help.  What can I do?”

“Let’s start with one of your stellar back-rubs.”

Your eyes bulged as you realized I was calling you on your naughty thoughts about Ashley.  You gave me an intense look, as if to ask whether I was sure of what I’d just said, but I met your eyes with a firm gaze and confident smile that left no doubt as to my intentions.

“Do you mind, Ashley?”  You asked the question with such an innocent tone of voice that I almost burst out laughing, but I managed to contain myself.

I studied Ashley’s expression for any sense of concern on her part, any worry about what she was getting into.  Instead, I found only eagerness in her eyes as she looked up at you from the piano bench.  You stepped behind us, rested your big, strong hands on her shoulders, and began gently rubbing.  It was only a few moments before she relaxed, letting her weight fall back against you.

I watched from my oh-so-close vantage point, sitting next to Ashley on the bench, as her chest rose and fell with each deep breath she took.  Her eyes were closed now, and your hands began, ever so slowly, to explore beyond just her shoulders, gradually working your way down her arms and around to her chest.  Her breath caught briefly as one of your fingers slid under her bra strap, but she didn’t open her eyes, didn’t object.  I couldn’t help but think that perhaps she’d fantasized about this very scenario.

My hand met hers, and she turned to look at me, opening her eyes and smiling.

“Feel good?”

“Umm hmm....”

“Do you feel him against you?”

“You mean...”
“Yes, Ashley, that’s exactly what I mean.”

“Um, yes, I feel it growing bigger and harder, pressing against my back.”

“Would you like me to teach you a little bit about that?”

“Oh, yes.  I would love that!”

That was all the permission I needed.  She may be my student, and only 18, but she was hot, and I knew how much this scenario would turn you on.  I stood up, her hand still in mine, and walked a few steps away from the piano, before encouraging her to join me on my knees in front of you.  As she watched, I eagerly unfastened your belt, unzipped your slacks, and pulled both them and your boxers down to your knees, your big, hard cock springing free.

She gasped at the sight of it, and then watched eagerly as I took it in my hands, my right hand encircling your shaft and my left hand cupping your balls.  I watched her, studying her expression, as she watched me begin to pleasure you.  I used only my hands for a few moments, using long, slow strokes on your shaft and gently rolling your balls between my fingers.  I then leaned forward and showed her my best technique for taking your full length deep into my mouth, slowly, inch by inch.

After enjoying the fullness in my throat for a few moments, I pulled away, smiling up at you as I motioned for Ashley to follow in my footsteps.  She crawled forward on her knees, looked back at me once more for approval, and then eagerly took you into her mouth in one fast motion.  At first she seemed surprised at the challenge of taking in your full length, and pulled back away with a gasp.  But without further encouragement, she tried again, impressing me with her ability to take in all of your cock on only her second attempt.  

You began moving slowly in and out for a few moments, but then put your hands to her shoulders and pushed her away.  She looked genuinely sorrowful, the same look I often received after she did a less than stellar job performing one of her piano pieces.  Her big blue eyes studied first your face, then mine.

“What did I do wrong?”

I knew there was only one reason you would have pushed this young hottie away from your cock.

“Don’t worry, Ashley, it’s just one of the lessons you need to learn about sucking cock: always be careful about not letting your teeth touch it.”

“Oh, jeez, I’m sorry!”  She looked up at you again, “I’m sorry, Jacob!”

“Don’t apologize, Ashley,” I comforted her, “you’re doing great for your first time, you just need more practice.  Go ahead, try again, and wrap your lips around your teeth, like this.”

I showed her my technique, and she mimicked me, then leaned forward and slowly, carefully, took your cock deep into her mouth once again.  I could immediately tell from your expression that she was already getting better, and before long, you were gently pushing in and out in rhythm with her motions.

As I watched her suck you off, a very naughty idea suddenly popped into my head.

“Don’t stop, Ashley, but listen to me.”

“Umm hmm,” she managed to reply back.

“Would you like to see how Jacob reminds me when I forget an important lesson, such as accidentally letting my teeth touch his cock?”

“Mmmmmm.”

“OK, then.  Stop for a moment, and stand up.”

I stood up first, then took Ashley’s hand and pulled her to her feet as well.  She willingly followed as I walked back to the piano bench, sat down, and encouraged her to lean over me, her hands on one side of the bench and her legs on the other.  I put my hand between her legs and spread them apart slightly, so that her ass was up in the air directly in front of me.  I hiked up her skirt, exposing lime-green panties.  My god, even her undergarments matched her outfit.

“Are you ready, Ashley?”

You pulled your slacks and boxers entirely off now, stepped the few feet towards Ashley and I, and placed your hand on her ass, stroking gently at first, then swatting her gently a few times.  Ashley didn’t respond with shock or surprise, but rather swayed her tight little ass in the air, spurring you on as you spanked her.

I wrapped my fingers around the fabric of her panties and pulled, both to put some pressure on her clit, and also to move the fabric away from her ass cheeks so that you could see her skin grow rosy under your touch.  She sighed and let her weight fall completely against me, responding immediately to each tug I gave her panties.

You resumed your spankings, getting just a bit harder with each one, but also stopping occasionally to massage her hot skin.

“How does that feel, Ashley?”

“Ummm, I’ve never felt anything like it.  It hurts at first, but then it also feels good.”

“Exactly, Ashley.  And I bet you won’t forget it, right?”

“Doubt I could, anytime soon!”

“See how a little discipline can help you remember an important lesson?”

“Yes, Miss Kristin.”

“Ready to try again, Ashley?”

“Oh yes, please!”

She stood up, dropped back down to her knees in front of you, and eagerly took your cock into her mouth, stroking the base of your shaft with one hand and cradling your balls with the other.  I joined her on the floor, but this time brought my attention to her, rather than to you, as she was clearly handling that responsibility quite well on her own at this point.

I began rubbing her ass, then slowly allowed my fingers to explore, gradually reaching her inner thigh and then gently reaching into her panties and rubbing her clit.  I had to stop myself from gasping when I discovered that she was completely shaved - I thought it would be best to keep that little secret to myself for the moment, so as not to ruin it for you.

It wasn’t long before she was gyrating her hips against my hand, and I felt how wet she already was.  I allowed first one, then two fingers to slip inside of her, and as she began bobbing up and down on you more quickly now, I matched that rhythm as I fucked her with my fingers.

Panting, she pulled away, gasping for breath amidst her own waves of pleasure.

“Just a little bit more, Ashley, and you’ll be rewarded with a mouth full of cum.  Would you like that?”

“Oh yes, Jacob, please, fill my mouth with your cum!”

She once again took you completely into her throat.  Timing my strokes into her pussy, I managed to bring her to a climax just as you jerked and shot your load into her mouth, and she pulled away, panting once again, cum dribbling down her chin.  She wiped her chin with her fingers, putting them into her mouth to taste as much of you as she could.

When she had finished cleaning up your cum, I thrust my two fingers - still covered with her juices - into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself as well.  She acted as though she might resist for a moment, but then looked deep into my eyes and eagerly licked my fingers clean.

I stood up, took her hand to pull her to her feet as well, and we walked over to the sofa.  I wanted to give you the chance to fuck her, if she was willing.  I was willing to wait until later for my own satisfaction, if it meant giving you this opportunity with my sexy young hottie student.

I pulled her top off, revealing, yes, her matching lime-green bra.  Too perfect, this girl.  She slithered out of her skirt and kicked it aside.  I smiled at you, knowing how much you must be enjoying the discovery that this hot young girl was wearing matching undergarments.  And you had yet to discover the other surprise still in store for you.  I couldn’t wait.

To my surprise, Ashley reached out and began undressing me as well, her fingers working quickly to unbutton my blouse and then unzip my skirt, which then easily fell to the floor.  I looked at you again, and saw your obvious enjoyment at the sight of my young student helping me out of my clothes.  Your shirt wasn’t far behind.

Ashley was removing my bra when I surprised her with a question.

“Have you ever been fucked before, Ashley?”

“No!  But, um... I have to admit, I’ve, um...  I’ve, like, fantasized about Jacob.  I hope you don’t mind, Kristin?”
“How could I blame you, I fantasize about Jacob all the time!”  I laughed.  I positioned her on the sofa on her back, and then knelt beside her, took one of her breasts into each hand, and began playing with them, as you eagerly joined her on the couch, kneeling over her and trailing your tongue slowly up her inner thigh, from just above her knee, inching ever closer to her hot little pussy.

I watched as you looked into her eyes, wordlessly asking for approval, as you took the waistband of her panties into your fingers and began slowly pulling down.  She nodded, panting as I squeezed her nipples, obviously eager for you to proceed.  You clutched the fabric more firmly now and quickly pulled the panties down, tossing them to the floor.

“My goodness, Ashley, are you completely shaved?”

I smiled at your discovery.

“Umm... yeah, well, actually, I’m completely waxed.”

“Waxed, really?  Is that what all the girls are doing these days?”

“Well, so, um,” Ashley launched into a babbling teenage response, “I overheard my older sister talking to her friends about how one of their boyfriends really likes her to be completely shaved, but that waxing actually feels better, once you get used to it of course, so I decided to go with my sister to the spa the last time she had it done so I could try it.  You’re actually the first to see it - well, except for the woman who did the waxing.”

I chuckled, and Ashley blushed, at her rapid-fire response full of nervous youthful energy.

“Well, Ashley, you look beautiful.  You have a gorgeous pussy,” you said, rubbing your fingers gently across her pussy lips, causing her to almost jump beneath your touch as she continued to blush, looking up at you with anticipation.

You now pulled closer to her, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her up onto your thighs as you knelt on the couch next to her, and began rubbing your cock again and again on her clit and across her pussy lips.  I knew exactly how this torture felt, and I knew how you loved to play like this, making the woman beneath you beg for you with her hips.  It wasn’t long before Ashley was pressing against you, rising to meet your every stroke, her body language begging you to enter her.  When you finally did, she cried out in a combination of pain and pleasure, never filled before like she was at this moment.

I began pinching her nipples, hard, as you fucked her, hard, and watched as both you and Ashley approached your climaxes.  I wanted so much to join you, to strip naked and beg for my turn, riding your  cock as Ashley watched.  But I knew you would reward me later for allowing this scenario to happen in the first place.  And I knew there would likely be a next time, just judging by Ashley’s eager lustfulness.  But this first time was all about your pleasure, and about teaching Ashley a few lessons in how to give and take pleasure.

You were moving faster now, and found her clit with your thumb as you continued to pound in and out of her.  She came powerfully beneath you, her body shuddering with what I’m sure was her first real, powerful orgasm.  I could only imagine how tight that little pussy must be on your cock, and was sure you would cum before much longer.

“Do you want to swallow another load of Jacob’s cum, Ashley?”

“Oh, yes, please!”

“You will also be able to taste yourself again, does that excite you?”

“Oh, god, yes!”

Those last words pushed you over the edge, and you pulled out of her, quickly stood up and moved to the end of the sofa, bringing your cock to her lips.  She eagerly took you into her mouth, and after a few more strokes, you groaned, arched your back, and filled her mouth once again with your cum.

You couldn’t stop smiling as you took a few steps back and let yourself fall back down to the sofa, spent from cumming twice in such a short time.  Same for Ashley - constant smile.  My work here was done.  Or so I thought.

“Miss Kristin, I feel bad, you didn’t get to cum?”

“That’s very thoughtful of you, Ashley, but it’s OK, really.”

“No, it’s not.  Can’t you teach me how to pleasure you just like you taught me to pleasure Jacob?”

“Yes, Kristin,” Jacob repeated, giving me a devilish smile, “can’t you?  I’d love to watch you do that.”

I glared back at Jacob, but did have to admit that the thought excited me.  A teenage hottie was actually asking me to teach her how to go down on me, while you watched.

“Alright, if you both insist,” I couldn’t help giggling at the end of that sentence.

I slowly stripped out of my panties - the one item Ashley hadn’t removed earlier - with both sets of eyes on me.  I then took Ashley by the hand, pulled her up from the sofa, and then took the same position on my back, slowly spreading my legs as you both watched.  Ashley knelt on the floor in front of me, but then looked unsure of how to proceed.  I looked down at her and smiled, realizing that she truly was awaiting my every instruction, so as to not do anything wrong.

“Start with your fingers, Ashley, rub back and forth against the outside of my pussy.”

I sighed as she touched me, her fingers so soft and gentle compared with the touch of a man.  

“That’s right, Ashley, just like that.  Now, as I start to get wetter, you’ll be able to slide your fingers inside.  Don’t force it, just let it happen.”

You positioned yourself now on the arm of the sofa, gently stroking your cock as you watched us.  Ashley’s delicate touch was wonderful, unlike anything I had ever experienced.  I was gyrating my hips in a slow, regular tempo now, in response to her fingers, which now began gradually slipping inside me.

“Now, Ashley,” I said, panting slightly, “use your tongue on my clit while you fuck my pussy.”

“What do I do with my tongue?”

“Just do what feels natural, imagine how you’d like someone to lick your clit, and I’m sure you’ll do a great job.”

She smiled, obviously intrigued with the idea of someone going down on her, and immediately went to work.  Once again, I was amazed at the tenderness, the gentleness, of her touch compared to that of a man.  It wasn’t better, necessarily, as it actually left me longing for a little more force - but it was something new, something different, something titillating in its own way.

For the first time in several minutes, I looked up at you, and saw how aroused you were.  Your cock was once again rock hard, even though you had already cum twice.  I mouthed a few words to you, silently - do you want to fuck me - emphasizing the word fuck.  Your devilish smile returned, and you nodded in the affirmative.

“Ashley, I want you to go faster now, harder, really press your fingers into me, as deep as you can.  And don’t stop what you’re doing with your tongue, the way you’re licking me, it’s amazing.  You’re getting me ready for Jacob’s cock, do you understand?”

“Umm hmm...”

“He’s going to fuck me while you keep licking my clit, and after we both cum, you’re going to lick out my pussy.  You’re a very lucky girl, getting to taste Jacob’s cum three times in one day!”

“Mmmmmmmm...”

You watched as she continued to finger-fuck me for a few moments more, my hips gyrating faster now.  You climbed down off the arm of the sofa and closer to me; I reached up and fondled your balls as you stroked your cock more rapidly now, preparing to enter my incredibly wet pussy.  We both held off as long as possible, before you finally tapped Ashley gently on the shoulder, and she pulled away long enough for you to grab me by the hips and plunge into me in one fast, hard motion.

I cried out in unbelievable pleasure at the sensation, my eager pussy finally filled after being teased by Ashley’s small fingers for so long.  Ashley watched for a few moments, in awe as you pounded hard and fast, before remembering her assignment and returning her tongue to my clit, doing her best to remain in contact with me as we fucked.

It was only a few moments more before I screamed as I hit an overwhelming climax, and felt my pussy clench around your cock, still pounding in and out of me with the same fast pace.  Just as I began to come down from the peak of my pleasure, I felt you jerk and shoot your load deep inside of me as well, and after resting for a few moments inside of me, you pulled out and once again collapsed against the couch, this time truly, completely spent.

Ashley wasted no time in going to work with her tongue on my pussy.  I gasped and writhed as she licked me out, my oh-so-sensitive skin responding to every bit of her attention.

“Yummy,” Ashley said after finishing her task.  “You two both taste amazing.”

“Thank you, Ashley.  Nice work today!”
“No, Miss Kristin, thank you.  That was, like, my best lesson ever!”

“Same time next week, Ashley?”

“You bet, see you then!”

Old Friends

I am so wet, again, just thinking about our night together.  I smile to myself as I re-read your text, the one that started the wheels turning for me:

"We have to plan to get dinner when I am back."

It was so obviously, so entirely innocent, just a casual note between friends.  But somehow, whether it was your intention or not, those few benign words started me fantasizing, planning our encounter.  I couldn't help but wonder, now, if things would have turned out the same way if you had known my intentions.  Would I have scared you off?  But then, of course, it's only women who have that fear, right?  Men don't seem to worry quite as much about that sometimes fuzzy line between friend and, well, friend with benefits.

How long had it actually been since we'd seen each other?  My god, the number made us both feel old.  Twenty years!  But only because we happened to be 14-year-olds at the time.  And then, a few years back, thanks to the wide reaches of the internet, I had found you again.  I remember the somewhat aimless phase I was going through at the time, the one that led me to look up lots of old friends, high school classmates, exes.  I guess that's the hope, isn't it - that through each Google search, each new Facebook friend, we better define our own lives - not through the lens of our own dreams and desires, but by comparing our successes and failures against those of others.

The fact that I've thankfully grown past that phase doesn't take away from my joy at once again counting you as a friend.  How fun to try to catch up on so many years of lives moving in different directions, ever since that first night we spent together.  You haven't forgotten, have you?

That night at high school orchestra camp, when my friend and I, pretending to be 'bad', snuck into your cabin and didn't leave until morning?  Nothing happened, of course, given our age and what I've always assumed was an entirely mutual lack of experience.  But it's still a vividly fond memory for me: the way you wrapped your fingers through mine; the way we fell asleep next to one another; the way I could smell you on my clothes the next day.  I still chuckle when I remember how soundly we both slept, thankfully awakened by our nervous friend early enough in the morning to avoid capture by chaperones.

It wasn't long after that when I moved to another school, and we didn't see each other again until just this past week, twenty years practically to the day.  I'd planned out a driving tour of my city - just thirty miles to the south of where we'd both grown up, yet so unknown to you still, given its 'uncool' reputation.

I'd picked the perfect location for our dinner - a soul-food place with live jazz, the kind of music many of my other friends hated, but I knew you'd enjoy.  I flirted as we ate, but nothing over the top, holding myself back in spite of the growing wetness and warmth between my legs.

It wasn't until we were back in my car that I made my move.  I would have taken advantage of you right there in the parking lot, but it was just a little too crowded for me, even with my exhibitionist tendencies.  And so I drove, slowly, to one of my favorite locations in the city, a park boasting both wooded trails and sandy beaches.  Ours was the only car in the lot as I parked with a view of the water, just the moon and a few distant lights illuminating the night sky.

"Beautiful," you said, looking first at the view and then at me.  I couldn't wait any longer, and without hesitation or an invite on your part, reached over with one hand and began stroking what I found to be a growing bulge in your slacks.  Finding no shock in your eyes, I continued, more boldly now, unbuckling my seat belt and bringing my other hand to your crotch as well.

I unbuckled your belt as well, and was pleased when you shifted your position slightly in the seat, sighing beneath my touch as one of my hands found your hardening shaft and the other cupped your balls.

"May I?" I asked you, pausing for the first time for your approval as my fingers found your zipper.

You laughed and nodded, and I grasped the zipper, pulling down hard and fast, before freeing you from your boxers.  I was delighted as I felt your full size in my hands - I guessed at least seven inches, and thick enough to truly satisfy.

Feeling your cock pulse with anticipation in my hands, I smiled, then plunged down, taking you fully into my mouth in one smooth motion.  I held you there for as long as I could, sucking as I stroked your balls, before finally coming up for air.  I then began a smooth, steady stroke up and down, and could feel from your motions that I had found a pleasing pace.

"Oh, god, yes, that's it, Katie!"  Your voice started in a whisper, but quickly gained strength, so that you were urging me on with some force now.  "You're going to make me cum…."

I pulled away just long enough to respond, my hands maintaining the motions which my mouth had established.  "That's it, Mark, cum for me.  I'd love a mouth full of your cum."

I dove back down again, picking up my pace now, truly going at it in hopes of bringing you to a quick climax.  It was only a minute longer before I felt you begin to reach your peak, your breathing ragged, moaning and writhing beneath me.  A few moments later, I was rewarded, your hot, salty cum filling my mouth, rolling slowly down my throat, a wonderfully delicious dessert after our hearty dinner.

I pulled myself up and leaned back in my seat, smiling in response to your broad smile.

"Wow.  That.  Was.  Amazing.  Thank you!"

"The pleasure was all mine, Mark.  I love to suck cock, and I've been fantasizing about yours ever since I knew you were coming to town."

"Wow, um, I had no idea…"

"That I was such a cock-sucking slut?"

"Yeah... Well, no, just that...  Oh, hell with it.  Thank you, that’s all I have to say!"

"Know what else I like to do?"

"I can only imagine…"

With your full attention in no danger of going elsewhere, I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, then pulled my perfect tits from the cups of my bra.  Before I could say or do anything else, your hands were on me, gently cupping and then kneading my breasts, one in each of your big, strong hands.

While your touch was lovely, it wasn't truly what I desired, so I decided to take a risk.

"Do you want to know what I really like, Mark?"

"After that fabulous blow job?  Of course, anything!"

"I like it rough.  On my tits, on my nipples, please, really, punish them."

"Really?"

"Yes.  Now."  You hadn't balked yet, and judging by the fact that your cock had already grown hard again, I figured I might just get what I wanted after all.

Tentatively at first, and then gaining in confidence in response to my sighs of pleasure, you began pinching my nipples more and more firmly, alternating that action with the occasional slap, my porcelain-white skin gleaming in the moonlight as it was roughly massaged under your firm touch.

It wasn't long before you found that amazing balance of pain and pleasure, the intense pressure on my nipples seeming to have a direct line of communication with my clit.  And it also wasn't long before I wanted more.

"You wanna?"

"Here?"

"No, I have a better idea.  Zip up and follow me."

I left my blouse unbuttoned, my tits spilling out of my bra, throwing on a jacket to cover my naked skin, and got out of the car.  A quick glance around confirmed what I already knew: the park was deserted.  I headed for the beach, you and your erection following quickly behind.

I picked up my pace once I reached the sand, running as fast as I could in the darkness, hoping that you would chase me.  You didn't disappoint, catching me after just a few more steps, wrapping your arms around my waist, and pulling me down to the sand.

We wrestled until I had us in the position of my dreams - literally, the position I'd fantasized about - you on your back on the sand, with me straddling you.  I pulled up away from you just long enough to once again free your cock from your slacks, pull my short skirt up my thighs to my waist, and push my panties to one side of my dripping-wet pussy.

I could sense your eagerness to press into me, but I suddenly found the patience to make you earn it.  I smiled, then nodded my head from right to left, denying you the pleasure of my tight pussy for just a few moments more.

"Please, my tits.  Rough."

I pulled off my jacket, balled it up, and placed it under you head as a makeshift pillow.  You quickly went to work with both hands, kneading, slapping, pinching, twisting, with more and more intensity, as I rubbed against you, my juices lubricating your rock-hard cock.

I held off as long as I could, but finally could take the anticipation no longer, reaching down and taking you into my hands to guide you into me.  We both moaned at the perfectly tight fit, and I held us there for a few moments before I began to ride you.

There was no longer any doubt in your hands.  Either this wasn't your first time with a woman who liked it a little rough, or you were simply responding to my obvious satisfaction, but either way, you were good at it.  I leaned over to kiss you - our first, I realized at that moment - but after just a brief encounter between our lips, you moved down to my breasts, catching my nipples in a delirious balance of suck and nibble.

This was enough to send me over the edge, and I felt my pussy clench around your cock as I continued to ride you.  You began to slow our motions, but I hissed at you through the darkness, "no, no, keep going!"  I didn't want the gentlemanly treatment.  I wanted to keep riding you through my climax, and for you to keep fucking me until we both came again.

After I'd ridden through my climax, I climbed up off of you, walked a few feet away, and got down on my hands and knees, spreading my legs as I looked back over my shoulder at you.  This wasn't subtle, and you quickly followed, standing up, practically running the few steps to reach me, and kneeling behind me, quickly plunging into me from behind.

I pressed back against you with forceful thrusts of my hips several times until you took over the motion, pounding into me, seemingly reaching deeper with each thrust.  I put a hand between my legs and fondled your balls whenever I could reach them, and you took one hand and brought it to my now-tender nipples, pinching again and again, once again finding that direct line to my clit that was always capable of pushing me over the edge.

"Yes, Mark, just like that.  Fuck me hard, like the dirty little cum slut that I am.  You're going to make me cum again, and then I want to taste you once more!"

I just managed to finish speaking before my climax hit, hard and fast.  As I gathered my breath a few moments later, I managed to hiss, "Yes, that's it, keep going.  Tell me when you're ready!"

"God, Katie, your pussy is so tight, so wet.  You're going to make me cummmmmm!"

After a few more furious thrusts, you pulled out of me.  I climbed to my knees and turned around to face you as you stood up, stroked your cock a few last times with your hand, and then shot your load into my eager, wide-open mouth.

We took a few moments to pull ourselves together, then walked back to the car, where we enjoyed the view for a few minutes longer before I drove you back to the train station, where you needed to catch the 10:15 back to our hometown.

I'm wet again, just thinking about it.  Are you hard?  When's your next trip back home?

Marine for Halloween

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***

As soon as I heard that Sean would be home for a short leave in late October, it seemed obvious that I should invite him to tag along with me to the big Halloween costume party some of my friends were throwing.  I knew he’d been lonely on his first deployment, and could use all the distractions he could get while he was home.

Sean and I weren’t really that close.  He was 19.  I was 27.  He’d enlisted with the Marines fresh out of high school.  I was an anti-war liberal who rarely agreed with any decision to send our troops into harm’s way.  But he was a sweet kid, and there was something about him I’d always liked, ever since his older brother, a co-worker of mine, had introduced us at a work function back when Sean was still in high school.

At my co-worker’s urging, I had sent Sean some e-mails while he was on his six-month stint in Afghanistan.  That led to putting together a care package on behalf of our office.  Soon I was signing up for Skype at Sean’s request, so he could chat with a familiar face who wasn’t just another relative.  And before I knew it, I had, for the first time in my life, a real, personal connection with an active-duty service member on deployment halfway around the world.

It had been an enlightening experience for me, corresponding with him over the past few months.  Even though he’d chosen his lot in life, enlisting like he did to follow in the footsteps of most men in his family, the reality of his situation had hit hard as he spent his first real time away from home.  He was homesick, he was lonely, and he was, obviously, scared.  For me, someone who’d gone through life to this point with zero personal connection to the military, it opened my eyes to the day-to-day struggles of these young men who were forced to grow up so fast.

So, I found myself in new territory.  In the midst of my always-busy life, which was usually programmed down to the minute between career and personal obligations, I volunteered to help to plan this young marine’s short visit home.  When I ran it by his family, they agreed that the Halloween party would be a nice change of pace for him, a rare opportunity to get out of their house, with the steady stream of relatives stopping by to hug their soldier.

***

It was just past eleven in the morning on the day before that party when a knock on my office door pulled my attention away from the spreadsheet I’d been fighting with for most of the morning.  Irritated by the distraction as I was just beginning to make progress, I responded somewhat angrily, “Yes, what is it?”  Getting no answer, I finally looked up, and my anger quickly dissipated as I saw Sean standing in the doorway, a broad smile on his face.

It took a moment for my brain to make the connection that the muscular young man standing in my doorway was the same person as the scared kid who’d left several months prior.  He literally looked like a completely different person.  “Sean!  I didn’t know you’d be stopping by!  How are you?”  I stood up and walked towards him as I talked, smiling, and accepted his open arms for a big hug.  He gripped me tightly, his strong hands clutching my back as our bodies pressed together.

Finally pulling away several moments later, he responded.  “Well, my brother insisted that I stop by as soon as I got in.  But mostly, I was hoping you’d let me take you to lunch today, Kate?”

His gaze was intense as he spoke, and as I responded, I felt his big blue eyes moving over my body.  I had never felt self-conscious around Sean in the past, but now I did - I was suddenly very aware that he was watching my every move, from the way my tight skirt rode up my legs when I sat back down in my office chair, to the rise and fall of my chest as I took each breath, the silky fabric of my blouse clinging to my breasts.

“Ooh, yikes, Sean, I’m so busy, I don’t know if I can step away!  But please, come in, sit down, tell me about your trip home?”

He proceeded to talk about his experiences, both mundane and profound, for the next half-hour.  He pulled out his camera and showed me pictures.  Two things gradually became clear: that he needed to talk, and that I wanted to listen.  So much for that spreadsheet.

"OK, Sean, I guess I can justify a lunch break after all."

"Really?  That's great.  I'll drive."

Our drive to the restaurant, about ten minutes away, was filled with more war stories.  Just as I would begin to tune out one of his tales about guns or ammo or a lousy CO, he would surprise me with an insightful comment about the conflict, drawing my attention back in.  He really had matured since I had seen him last, both physically and emotionally.

He convinced me to have a drink with lunch, something I never did while working, and our conversation gradually tended more towards the risqué, the double entendre, the occasional dirty joke.  Some little part of the back of my mind was surprised at my behavior, but it also, perhaps under the influence of the midday drink, felt very easy and comfortable.

The banter between us reached a high point, or perhaps more accurately, a low point, when I played suggestively with the straw in my now-empty drink glass, sucking it in and out of my mouth.  Sean quickly took the bait, asking whether it was long enough for me, thick enough for me.  I giggled as he mimed with his hands what he thought would be a more appropriate length and girth for my needs.  It was about then that I realized I should really be getting back to the office.  I was having a great time - naughty banter and a nice long lunch out with a hot young guy - but there was a little part of me that was starting to feel guilty, as well.

"So, Sean, did your brother tell you about the party I want to take you to tomorrow?" I asked as we got back into his car for the drive back to my office.

"Yeah," he replied, "but if it's a costume party, I don't have anything to wear.  I don't have anything with me except my fatigues and my old clothes at home, most of which don’t seem to fit me anymore."

I looked over at him as he held up his arm and showed off his flexed bicep.  It wasn’t difficult for my mind to wander to his new, muscular body and how it must be bursting out of his old clothes.

"Hmm, well, I promise I'll come up with something for you."

"What, like you'll let me wear some of your clothes?"

He snickered, obviously meaning it as a joke, but I decided to play off his idea.

"Sure!  What better costume could there be for a strong young marine than to dress as a career woman on her way to the office?"

He laughed, then played along.  "Hmm... the sexy secretary costume, I guess it could work!  Ok, but only if you wear my fatigues."

"I'm game if you are," I replied.

"Really?" he paused for a moment, then added, "god, you'd look sexy in my fatigues."

Sexy.  The word rang in my ears; a man this much younger than me had never called me sexy before.

"Well then, it's decided."

I was amazed at myself.  It had only been one drink, after all.  What the hell was I saying??  I waved goodbye after arranging what time he'd arrive at my apartment the following evening so we could go to the party together.

I found myself distracted with thoughts of Sean the rest of the afternoon at work, and that night, I had an insanely hot dream with Sean in a starring role.  When I woke up the following morning, I treated myself to a cold shower to try to snap out of the mood.  Why did I feel strange about these feelings?  After all, we were both single adults; there was nothing wrong with my fantasies.  But somehow it did feel odd.  Perhaps it was that my usual tendency was to be attracted to older men, not younger ones.  Or just the fact that I was actually turned on by the concept of wearing a soldier's fatigues?  That was definitely a first.  Oh well, I told myself, we'd go to the party, have some fun, and he'd be gone again in a few days.

***

That evening, when the doorbell rang, I'd just managed to put all of the naughty thoughts about Sean, and all the things he might do to me, out of my head.  I swung the door open, and there he was, dressed to the nines in a sexy blue dress shirt that matched his eyes just as well as it hugged his pecs, tailored  slacks, and his marine's dress shoes.  His fatigues were folded under his arm.  I smiled and invited him in.

"So, Kate, are you still game?"

"You mean the costume idea?  Sure, I'll stand behind my word on that.  Here, give me the fatigues, I'll go change, and then we can figure out what you're going to wear."

"I have a better idea, Kate.  Let's just swap clothes, right here, right now."

As soon as I blushed, I knew I'd lost any chance at pretending to argue.  He'd already seen through me.  

"You do realize how long I was in the desert, don't you, Kate?"

I decided not to say another word, instead just beginning to strip.  I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, my big blue eyes never leaving his, until the fabric finally fell away from my chest, revealing my perfect C-cup tits encased in a black lace bra.  I tossed the blouse to the floor, reached for his camo shirt, and pulled it on, leaving it unbuttoned.

Sean was only a few inches taller than I, so I suspected the clothes would roughly fit me, just as a man's clothes usually fit a woman, baggy here and there.  His eyes still focused on my chest, I unzipped and stepped out of my tight suit skirt, giving him a momentary glimpse of my legs and thong panties, before stepping into his camo pants, which fit quite nicely, if a little tight around the curve of my ass and hips.

"Oh, yeah, Kate.  I called it.  That is the sexiest thing I've ever seen, a gorgeous woman like you wearing my fatigues.”

I blushed and glanced down, my eyes just catching the words “US Marines” embroidered on the shirt, before I looked back up into his eyes.  The sensation was overwhelming: having such a young man so obviously attracted to me; smelling his scent on the clothes that were so close to my skin; the naughtiness of it all.

I watched as he kicked off his shoes and quickly undressed down to his boxers.  Wow, what a perfect, fit young specimen.  He had a rock-hard six-pack, his shoulders were broad and strong, and yet his skin was still so smooth and youthful.  He soon had me in hysterics as he tried on my blouse and skirt, his semi-hard cock bulging as he made an attempt to take a few steps in my heels.  

Our eyes met again, and his childish smile turned into a much more serious look as he peeled my clothes off of his body, tossed them to the floor, and strode across the room, grabbing me by the waist  and hoisting me up into the air.  I didn't think twice before wrapping my legs around him and joining my lips to his in a passionate kiss.  He carried me effortlessly through my apartment, never breaking our kiss as he brought us into the kitchen, placing me gently onto the counter.  

His hands now free, he pushed the camo fabric away from my tits, then freed them from my bra, and began playing with my nipples.  I arched my back in pleasure, and reached down to find his cock with my hands, massaging it through the thin fabric of his boxers.

He seemed surprisingly confident and experienced for his age, and yet I quickly remembered how long it had likely been since he had been with a woman.  I pushed him gently, giving myself enough room to climb down off the counter, and dropped to my knees in front of him.  His cock throbbed even before I could touch it again, and sensing that eagerness, I quickly shoved his boxers down to his knees and took his entire shaft into my mouth in one smooth motion, impressed at the his perfect length - about 7 inches - and girth.

I tried to move slowly at first, but from the thrusting of his hips, it was clear he wouldn't last long, and so I succumbed to his desperation, and bobbed quickly up and down on him, cupping and gently massaging his balls until he came after just a few minutes.  As I struggled to swallow every last drop of his huge load of cum, he once again demonstrated his recently-increased strength by pulling me effortlessly to my feet, holding me tight in a firm embrace.

He began kissing me now, first on my neck, and then working his way down to my breasts, the fatigues - both top and bottom - gradually being stripped from me as he worked his way down.  I was now standing before him in just bra and panties, and he smiled, bending down to place an arm behind my knees, before quickly and suddenly sweeping me off my feet and carrying me back into the living room.

I couldn't help but giggle, realizing it had been since my childhood that someone had so easily picked me up and carried me.  The irony of this wasn't lost on me as I remembered our age difference.  I wasn't exactly old enough to be his mother, but given my usual attraction to older men, this whole experience was a definite departure for me.

"Did you dream about this last night, Kate, like I did?"

"Oh god, yes."

"And what should happen next, to fulfill your dream?"

"You should fuck me, hard and fast."

"Oh, really? No more foreplay?"

"Fuck me, marine.  The rougher the better."

I had never been so honest in my life.  He smiled, obviously delighted by my instructions.  He grabbed me by the waist once again, hoisted me up, and tossed me down onto the sofa, climbing on top of me and pressing the head of his cock against my clit, teasing, refusing to enter me even as I thrust my hips upward against him.

When he finally did enter me, it was with one fast and furious motion.  I gasped at the initial shock, then eagerly panted as he began a steady, fast rhythm in and out.  After a few minutes in this position, he grabbed my wrists and pulled me up towards him, expertly rocking back on his knees so that I was soon on top of him, riding him without missing a beat.

I smiled, happy that I'd brought him his first post-deployment orgasm so quickly so that I could now benefit from his impressive stamina.  He grabbed my breasts, one in each hand, and I hissed at him to be rougher with them, squeezing my nipples harder as I rode him faster and faster.  I was just beginning to approach my climax when he pushed me up and off of his cock, and I moaned with disappointment.  But I followed his lead as he moved us to a new position, taking my hand as we both stood up and walked around the sofa.

Sean pushed me down, roughly, against the back of the sofa, and before I could even plant my feet firmly, plunged deep into me.

"You want it rough, right?"

"Yes, please, fuck me hard, harder!"

I knew I wouldn't last long, but I did my best to ride out the intense pleasure for as long as I could.  Sean reached around me now and grabbed my breasts again, giving them the rough treatment I'd requested earlier, as his cock pounded my tight, wet pussy.  I could hear his skin slapping against mine as my pussy finally clenched tight and my juices flowed all around his cock and dribbled down my inner thigh.

Much to my surprise, he didn't slow at all, simply continuing to plunge in and out of me with the same hard, fast pace as I came.  As I recovered and became more aware of my surroundings once again, I realized that he was close to another climax of his own.  I reached between my legs and began fondling his balls as he fucked me, and after a few moments, this pushed him over the edge.  He pulled out of me, and I spun around and dropped to my knees, just in time to catch another load of cum, this one a bit smaller than the first, but just as delicious.

It didn't take us long to decide to skip the Halloween party entirely.  But that doesn't mean I didn't put on my sexy costume again that night.