Subject:     Shopping for Sex
Story Codes: MF F-solo exhib oral adultery
Diary Date:  March 11, 2006
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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You know how sometimes it seems that something you dream of but deep down 
you know will never happen – happens?  Well, that was the case in this 
situation.  We met at church where he was a Deacon.  I was young and 
single while he was married with children.  I was offered a day of 
shopping and dinner in exchange for fulfillment of a  fantasy.  Sounded 
like a pretty good deal to me!

Table of Contents
=================
   Chapter 1 – Little Annie’s Dad
   Chapter 2 – Flirting With Annie’s Dad
   Chapter 3 – Some Serious Flirting With Annie’s Dad
   Chapter 4 – Horny Roommate
   Chapter 5 – Sucking Ian in the Mall Parking Lot
   Chapter 6 – Adultery in a Hotel Room


Chapter 1 – Little Annie’s Dad
==============================

For the past three years I've worked at my local church as youth group 
helper.  During that time I've got to see my "kids" grow up and mature.  
At the same time I've also gotten to know their parents and in a few 
cases, become quite close.

This was the case with Annie and Kevin.  Annie was only eleven when I 
started and now at fourteen, she had become quite the little hottie.  Her 
brother Kevin was a couple of years behind and had only moved up into my 
youth group this past year.  Being only twelve, he was still at that 
stage where he was pretending to hate girls but the signs were all there 
that he was starting to come around.

Annie was one of my more precious girls.  It was hard to believe how fast 
she had changed from a gangly, shy little girl to a curvy, sexy and 
outgoing young teenager.  It didn't hurt that she looked at least two or 
more years older than she was, especially with all the makeup and the 
style of clothes she wore.

As much as I loved her, sometimes I couldn't help but be a little jealous 
of Annie at times.  When I was her age I was way behind most girls when 
it came to boob development curve whereas Annie was WAY ahead of all the 
other girls.  She had to be at least a B cup and maybe even moving into C 
- and she was only fourteen!  I was barely able to fill out a training 
bra at her age, a source of never-ending embarrassment in gym class 
although it didn't seem to bother the boys I dated.

Despite her mature looks, Annie was learning to cope with her new 
hormones and body features the same as any girl her age.  There were more 
than a few times when we shared some intimate moments when she would 
confide in me her new feelings and insecurities.  Now don't read anything 
into that last statement.  When I say "intimate" I don't mean we did 
anything sexual – there was never ANYTHING even remotely like that 
between us.  What I am referring to is discussing things that normally 
would be said between a mother and daughter.  The problem was, in Annie's 
case talking with her mom was out of the question.

Annie's parents were outwardly great people but the more I learned about 
them, especially her mother, the more I realized it was not the same at 
home with their kids.  I felt sorry for Annie since I knew how important 
it had been for me growing up to have someone I could trust implicitly 
with ANYTHING.  Of course, for me that person was my mom which just made 
it extra special for me.

Since Annie didn't have that sort of relationship with her own mom, I 
tried the best I could to help out.  My biggest concern was that if Annie 
didn't have someone to mentor and guide her through these critical 
development years, with her looks and natural sexual magnetism, she would 
fall prey to the pervs and jerks who I could already see eying her around 
town.  She may look seventeen but I knew she was barely fourteen inside.

As the relationship between Annie and I grew closer, I couldn't help but 
come in contact more with her parents.  Her mom just gave me a cold 
shoulder but I didn't take it personal as she treated everyone that way.  
Even though she was past her prime, she was still pretty good looking for 
her age – and knew it.  I imagined that she was one of the girls back in 
school that looked down on everyone else.  I had her pegged as a damn 
cheerleader long before I visited their house and saw one of her high 
school pictures on the table – in a cheerleader outfit of course.

What was disturbing to me about Annie's mom was that she still tried to 
dress like she was a teenager.  To be honest, she came close to carrying 
it off but she was starting to show the inevitable signs of age here and 
there.  It must have been maddening to a woman like her to look in the 
mirror and see her once perky boobs lose their battle with gravity and 
start to sag.  Her legs looked great, again for a woman her age, but I 
was sure she hated the "for her age" modifier.  She looked at girls like 
me with jealous eyes but I didn't never took it personally since all the 
girls got the same treatment from her.

Annie's dad was a different story.  From the first time I introduced 
myself to her parents back at the start of my freshman year, Annie's dad 
had given me "the look".  Every girl knows what I mean when I say that 
but for sake of the guys, "the look" is when a man looks at you but you 
know he's really mentally undressing you and imaging the things he would 
like to do with you once those clothes were out of the way.

Annie's dad was a Deacon in the church and a "pillar of the community" as 
someone once introduced him at a church function, so of course he never 
actually DID anything.  He just looked at me whenever he got the chance 
and more than a few times found some excuse to pass close by me in a 
crowded hallway such that he "accidentally" bumped in me.

To be fair, Ian wasn't any different from what had to be a least a dozen 
or more father's I met at church so I didn't pay any special attention to 
his antics.  The only time he pushed things was once at a pool party for 
the youth group.  I was wearing a two piece swim suit which was quite 
tame by my standards but still pushed the line when it came to the church 
dress code.

I noticed that Annie's dad was watching me even more closely than usual 
and then towards the end of the party I found out what his real motive 
was for keeping such an eye on me.  It was only for a brief moment but I 
saw a camera hidden in his hand as I exited the pool.  I pretended not to 
notice that I'd seen it and I smiled as I walked away knowing that he had 
undoubtedly captured a picture down my bikini top when I was bent over 
the pool ladder as I pulled myself out of the water.  I wondered how many 
other pics he had managed to sneak of me and then I smiled again to 
myself as I thought about what he was going to be doing to them when he 
got home!

Annie never mentioned anything about her father doing anything to her.  
We even discussed the topic of fathers and daughters once after a TV show 
came out on child abuse.  I tried to question her without being TOO 
obvious about my true intentions.  It was enough to know that so far as 
she was concerned, he had never looked at her "that" way or even tried to 
sneak a peek at her so I either he wasn't the type to want to have his 
own daughter, or he was pretty good at hiding it.

I my junior year with my boobs finally were capable of filling a C cup, 
putting me on par with Annie who was seven years younger than me!  At 
church I noticed that her dad was paying more attention to me than ever 
before.  Hmmmmmm, must be a boob guy!  Actually it made me feel pretty 
good since in the past I had depended on a guy being interested in either 
my ass or legs since my boobs were nothing to write home about.  

As the school year wore on, I saw Annie and her parents almost every week 
as they were regular attendees and hardly ever missed church or Wednesday 
night services.  As such, Annie was one of the more reliable members of 
her youth group and I could always depend on her to be there to help out.

I also noticed that her parents didn't seem to be as close to each other 
as they had been in the previous years I'd known them.  It was subtle, 
not something most people would have noticed most likely, but I like to 
think of myself as sort of a "connoisseur" when it comes to interpreting 
people and their moods.  It was just the little things – the way they sat 
just a little further apart from each other in church, the missing arm 
around her as they walked down the aisle, the rolling of her eyes when he 
seemed to be trying to talk to her.

It was probably no coincidence that the more distant her parents became 
with one another, the more interested her father seemed to be in me.  
Whereas for the first couple of years he never even spoke to me, now he 
never failed to greet me and we even engaged in some small talk now and 
then.  He protested when I addressed him as "Mister", insisting that his 
father was called that and his name was Ian.  I was raised to be 
respectful to older people so it took a few reminders from him before I 
felt comfortable with it although his bitchy wife gave me the evil eye 
when I used his first name.  


Chapter 2 – Flirting With Annie’s Dad
=====================================

All through the fall and Christmas, my "relationship" with Ian was purely 
innocent.  Sure we flirted but it was more of a tease than anything else.  
He began to talk to me more and even complimented me a few times on my 
appearance or what I was wearing.  He seemed to be less embarrassed if I 
caught him looking at me – something he seemed to be doing more and more 
of as time went by.  Finally one Wednesday night I was sitting in the 
youth room reading a lesson plan I was getting ready to give when Ian 
walked by.  Seeing me sitting there all alone, he came in the room and 
greeted me.

"Hey Kelly, how are you doing tonight?" he said in a chipper tone of 
voice.

"Fine Mr. ...oops I mean Ian," I replied.

Ian passed by and then paused to look down at me in my seat.  I was 
sitting in one of those ridiculously small child seats so he got a pretty 
good view down my blouse which was unbuttoned down to my cleavage.  I 
knew he had to be getting an eyeful, especially since I wasn't wearing a 
bra.  I pretended not to notice and waited for him to continue.

"Ya know, I just can't comprehend how you girls fit into those jeans!" he 
said with a disarming laugh.  "Do you just paint them on or what?"

It was probably the most direct question of this type he had ever asked 
me.  Usually it was just "looking good!" or something like that.  I 
sensed there was more to it than that so I stood up in front of him and 
twisted around for him to see me.

"Nothing between me and my Calvins!" I said with a sly smile.

Ok, they weren't Calvin, but that didn't really matter.  Ian just shook 
his head ruefully at me and turned back to go about his business.  There 
was something in the look he gave me as he walked away that caught my 
attention.  I doubt that even had anyone else been watching that they 
would have noticed it but it was look I'd seen before – one that signaled 
an interest, even a hunger.  Whenever I saw it I knew how an antelope 
feels when a hungry tiger is watching it.  It was also the same look my 
dad gives me when he's REALLY horny.

Until now, whenever I'd caught Ian looking at me I assumed it was no 
different than what he probably gave any girl that attracted his 
interest.  It was just an empty glance preprogrammed in his genes as a 
response to seeing an attractive female.

This time it was different, though.  This was the first time I felt the 
weight of the a more focused version of "the look".  It wasn't anything 
major and certainly didn't motivate me to start throwing myself at him 
shamelessly, but it stuck in my mind for the rest of the evening.  It 
stayed there that night as I lay in my bed rubbing myself.  Every girl 
likes to know guys find her attractive but when she sees THAT look, she 
knows it's more than just appreciation of beauty!

After that night I started to make myself "available" to Ian more and 
more.  I was curious to find out if there was really anything to this or 
if it was just a one-time sign that I may have even just imagined.  It 
was my turn now to "accidentally" bump into him in crowded hallways,.  I 
would press my boobs into his chest – actually more his stomach since he 
was much taller than me.  Then when I had his attention, I would look 
into his eyes with my best "doe eyes" and smile at him before apologizing 
and stepping back.  There were time that I could almost feel his stare 
boring into my ass as I walked away from him.

In the meantime, Annie and I had been talking more in private.  She 
confessed that she was worried about her parents.  Her mom was yelling at 
her dad more and she was worried about a divorce as her dad had started 
sleeping in the guest bedroom lately.  She didn't seem to know what the 
source of the problem was for sure except that her mother had said 
something about "canceling the damn internet service" once under breath 
after she had stormed out of their study.

Well, I wouldn't have been surprised if Ian hadn't been caught doing 
something naughty on the internet.  An amazing number of guys I chat with 
claim to be married and unhappy with their sex life.  Who knows, maybe 
Ian was one of those guys!  The odds were astronomical but that night 
when I went back to my room and logged on I couldn't help but wonder if 
Ian wasn't lurking behind any of the profiles.

On the one hand it excited me while on the other hand I felt a bit of 
nervousness.  In doing what I do on-line, I had always counted on the 
fact that the internet was huge and that the odds were almost zilch that 
anyone would know who I really was.  Sometimes I've thought that maybe I 
should pretend to be going to school in a more distant state or list my 
home town as somewhere else, just to maintain a bit more privacy.

Although I can't be 100% honest when chatting (there ARE privacy issues 
to watch out for), I DO try to keep things as close to reality as 
possible.  The main reason is so I don't get into a situation where 
someone I chatted with a long time ago contacts me and next thing you 
know I'm saying something different than I did the time before.  I guess 
that shouldn't matter as who really cares if someone thinks I am lying?  
At the same time I feel bad when people are upset with me for any reason, 
even on the internet.  

The more I thought about Ian sitting alone at home jerking off in the 
soft glow of his computer screen, the more my imagination began to run 
wild.  One night while counseling Annie I told her how to check her dad's 
computer to see what he was doing.  She wasn't too sure about it as 
apparently her dad was quite strict about anyone using his study, 
especially his computer.  Her mom never used it – she didn't think her 
mom even knew how to turn it on, so if anything was disturbed then her 
dad would know that she was the one responsible.

I laughed and told her to blame anything on Kevin.  After all, isn't 
always the boys that get blamed for computer problems?  She still didn't 
seem too sure but I had high hopes for her.  The following Sunday she 
pulled me over to the side and whispered that she needed to talk to me 
right away.  We ducked into an unused Sunday school room and her face was 
flushed as she looked at me.

"I did what you told me," she said in a conspiratorial tone, "and you 
were right!"

She went on to describe to me the contents of her father's history files 
and the X-rated web sites he had been visiting.  She looked more 
embarrassed than turned-on as she told me she couldn't believe the filthy 
stuff he'd been looking at.  Like most girls, including me, porn was more 
a curiosity than anything.  What gets guys so turned on to look at 
pictures of air-brushed women with fake boobs pretending to enjoy having 
sex?

My interest grew when she mentioned that she had found a link to his 
Instant Messenger program.  As I suspected, he didn't keep a desktop icon 
but had hidden away it in his Start Menu.  Well, apparently not well 
enough!  Evidently the dummy never suspected anyone would find it as he 
had the options set to save his name and password so it would 
automatically log.  Annie had signed on as I had instructed her to and 
was shocked at what she found.

"Kelly... he has all these sexy girls in his contact list!" she burst 
out, almost in tears by now.  "Does that mean my daddy's cheating on my 
mom?"

I hugged her and held her close as I consoled her.  I tried to explain to 
her that he was probably just letting some of his frustrations out and 
that she shouldn't worry about him.  We talked some more and it seemed to 
help her to just get everything off her chest.  I wanted so badly to ask 
if she had noticed if one of the girls was called “pghpa_girl” but I 
didn't dare go that far.

Annie wiped her face and tried to perk up.  She was such a little doll!  
We hugged again and she left me to consider what, if anything, my next 
move should be.  I knew for sure now that her dad was into internet porn 
but heck, wasn't 99% of the male population?  That in itself didn't mean 
anything.

The fact he chatted with girls didn't mean that he cheated, just that he 
liked to talk to girls BUT it DID tell me he might be open to it - under 
the right circumstances.  It's easy to say you would never do something 
but it's not until the opportunity presents itself that you really know 
for sure.

Knowing that he might be thinking along those lines, I didn't think it 
would hurt to offer him an "opportunity".  After all, he could always 
just say no, couldn't he?  I couldn't help but smirk to myself at that 
thought.  I mean, no guy has EVER said no to me when I offered him the 
opportunity and I saw no reason why Ian would be the first.  It didn't 
make me feel guilty as odds were if it wasn't me then it would be someone 
else someday so why not take advantage of the situation?  It wasn't like 
I would be going up to him and forcing him to do anything!

So began my new "project" – seducing Annie's dad.  I had to be careful 
though, after all he might be just truly flirting and not really 
interested in anything more.  If I went too far too fast he could even 
turn it against me and get me into trouble.  It was a fine line but I'd 
had enough experience in the past to make me feel confident of success.

After I returned from Christmas break I started to be a bit more forward 
with him, talking to him more, basically just flirting but with more of 
an edge to it.  It's easy to do and I enjoy it as a hobby actually.  Guys 
respond to the least amount of attention from me and all I have to do is 
flick my hair back and smile to get their attention in return.  The male 
ego is so easy to manipulate; every guy wants to think he's Don Juan and 
that even though they're married and not in their teenage bodies anymore, 
somehow if a girl just stares at them a little bit longer than normal 
they assume that she wants to have sex with him.

One Sunday I wore a skirt and pantyhose to church.  When I got dressed 
Jen took one look at the pantyhose and gave me a stare as if I'd lost my 
mind or something.  As usual she kept her thoughts to herself.  She must 
have dying to ask me where I'd kept the pantyhose hidden way all this 
past year!  Actually, I wore it to church more than she typically saw me 
as we went to different churches with different schedules.

What Jen DIDN'T know was WHY I was wearing them.  Sure it was still cold 
out but not THAT cold.  I would have loved to tell her but some things 
you can't share, not even with your cute roomie.

I'd noticed that when Ian got coffee that instead of leaving his empty 
cup on the table like most people, he went to the kitchen to rinse it 
out.  Usually the kitchen was empty in the mornings and had it not been 
for the extra attention I'd been paying him lately I would've never 
noticed his little quirk.

Like a poker player using a "tell" to her advantage, I went into the 
kitchen as I saw him finishing his coffee before he had a chance to 
finish his cup.  I put my leg up on a chair and started to pull up on my 
pantyhose as if it had slipped down a bit.  In doing so I let my skirt 
ride up enough to expose my entire leg and half my ass.  Someone walked 
in just then and thank God it was Ian!  It might have been hard to 
explain otherwise!  He must have noticed me out of the corner of his eye 
and he turned to look at me.  I froze as if he had surprised me and then 
smiled meekly at him, all the while not doing a single thing to cover 
myself up.

"Sorry Kelly!  I didn't realize you were in here," he said as he started 
to turn away.

"That's OK Ian," I replied, "Excuse me but this damn hose is killing me!"

I stood up and straightened out my skirt saying, "There!  Does it look OK 
now?"

Any doubt that Ian was not interested disappeared as he turned back to me 
and gazed at my legs.  "I would say everything looks GREAT now Kelly," he 
said and then he winked at me.

I walked up closer to him and smiled as I said, "Thanks Ian, I really 
hate wearing pantyhose but it was cold today and with this skirt my legs 
get so cold you know."

Ian laughed and shook his head at me saying, "Well, if you wore more of a 
skirt they might not get so cold!"

I gave him a pout and then said in return, "Oh?  Don't you like my 
skirts, Ian?"

A broad smile came to his face.  "Trust me Kelly, every guy in church 
likes your skirts not to mention what they cover – and don't cover.  I 
must say though, my wife has a much different opinion of them!"

I moved up close to him so we were only inches apart.  "Who cares what 
she thinks," I whispered, "You know something... I like it when you look 
at me like that."

He was about to say something when the bell rang signaling the start of 
the service.  He excused himself saying he needed to get going before his 
wife started looking for him.  As he left me there I put my finger to my 
lips and nasty thoughts went through my mind of what his wife might have 
said had she caught us alone and so close.  I left wondering what he 
would have said to me had we not been interrupted.

After service he and his family went straight to their car so I didn't 
get a chance to "accidentally" bump into him again but as I walked back 
to my on- campus apartment I felt pretty good about myself.  He certainly 
hadn't rejected my first overture.  True, it was still all pretty 
harmless flirting but a good husband shouldn't be doing even THAT so I 
viewed the entire mission as a success.


Chapter 3 – Some Serious Flirting With Annie’s Dad
==================================================

It took another week and a half before I had an opportunity to talk to 
him again privately.  In the meantime I made it a point to rub against 
him in the halls at church and once I even put my hand on his ass for 
just a moment.  I think THAT surprised the hell out of him!  Guys always 
want to feel up a girl but they seem shocked when a girl touches their 
butt!

The important thing for me was that he didn't pull away or even move 
after an initial flinch and he realized who it was that was touching him.  
Even though he was looking at me more all the time, he wasn't making any 
overt moves towards me so I decided it was time to find out whether or 
not he was REALLY interested in going further or just playing a silly 
game.  That Wednesday night the kids were watching a video and I was 
standing in the doorway, leaning against the side of the door with my 
arms crossed.  Suddenly I felt a hand on my butt!  Turning my head I saw 
it was Ian!

"Hmmmmmm, just thought I'd return the favor," he whispered with a touch 
of a leer in his tone.  I turned and just nodded to another room down the 
hall.  Amazingly he followed me there and I quickly checked to see that 
nobody had seen us before ducking back into the room.

"So Ian... what's on your mind?" I asked innocently

Ian chuckled.  "So we're little miss innocent now, are we?  It's just 
I've never had a girl grab-ass me before.  Got to admit, I was a bit 
surprised to say the least."

Ian hesitated as he looked me over a bit closer.  I was wearing a pair of 
tight jeans with a school sweatshirt.  Not exactly the most sexy outfit 
in my wardrobe but the jeans were tight enough to show off my ass without 
being totally slutty.  Dressing for church was always about walking a 
fine line between being conservative enough not to get in trouble yet 
still be just a little bit naughty enough to draw attention to myself.

I could tell he wanted to say something but at the same time was 
obviously struggling with his conscious.  Finally he broke the silence.

"You know, I really liked the skirt outfit last week better though," he 
said looking at my ass shamelessly, "You have great legs and you should 
show them off more often." 

He chuckled then and added, "If you only could have heard what Nancy had 
to say about it!  Did you know she thinks you're a slut?"

I looked down as if I were a bit embarrassed and then replied, "Thanks, 
Ian.  You know... I'm going shopping this weekend – anything special you 
think I should buy?"

I giggled a bit and added, "Maybe I could find something your wife 
wouldn't approve of... after all, she already thinks I'm a slut."

Ian chuckled softly, "Well, that wouldn't be too hard but anything I can 
think of buying you wouldn't be allowed in church," he said with a hint 
of daring to his voice.

Hmmmmmm... was THIS finally the opening I'd been waiting for?  I debated 
it quickly - no sense in hanging back now.  It was time to go for it so I 
reached out and took his hand in mine which he then grasped in his large 
hand.  

"You know, YOU could take me shopping and help me pick something out," I 
said softly, not wanting to be TOO aggressive and scare him off, "At 
least then you'd get to see it on me!"

Ian's eyes widened and I felt my heartbeat pick up as I worried that 
despite my efforts, maybe I had still been TOO forward.  Until now we 
could have left and just chalked it up to some innocent flirting but with 
what I had just said such a possibility was no longer on the table.  He 
looked me in the eyes as if to determine if I was just toying with him or 
was really serious.  I gave him my most seductive smile and looked him 
straight in the eyes until he finally turned his head away.  He let go of 
my hand and took a step back before turning and facing me.

"Are you serious?" he asked, "I mean, REALLY serious?"

"Sure!" I exclaimed in my little girl voice.  "I think it would be fun 
although I must warn you – I have expensive tastes."

"No doubt," he said, almost more to himself than me.  "I can pick you up 
Saturday after lunch in front of your apartment if that's OK."

"Sure," I answered, "but what about your wife and Annie?"

"Well, I won't tell them if you don't," he said with a hint of conspiracy 
in his voice.

We'd been in the room far longer than we should have and I could see him 
glancing back at the door.  He said he would pick me up at 1:00 on 
Saturday and then quickly left the room without looking back.

I stood there for a moment as a tingle started to develop between my legs 
as I thought about what had just happened.  Technically all he had agreed 
to was to take me shopping but I knew that was just a pretense for what 
could be a lot more!

I returned to my kids whose movie had just ended and were looking for 
something else to do.  I did the bible study I had prepared during there 
week prior but it was hard to keep my mind on the material as all I could 
think of was Ian – especially one part of his anatomy!

I looked up from my bible at all the kids seated on the floor around me 
and wondered what they would say if suddenly I were to reach between my 
legs and start rubbing myself.  No doubt the boys would love it and I 
suspected at least a few girls would have as well.  After everything was 
over I went to get my coat and leave.  Annie went running to her parents 
and hugged then as I watched from across the way.  Ian looked back at him 
and barely cracked a smile – probably the most he would do with his wife 
there standing guard over him.

That night – and the next couple to follow, my regular masturbation 
sessions were dominated by thoughts of Ian.  Admittedly some of them 
included Annie but that was just the naughty side of me coming out in my 
fantasy world.  I caught myself more than once daydreaming in class where 
my hand would subconsciously drift between my legs and I would suddenly 
jolt myself back to the living world and look around, wondering if anyone 
had seen my indiscretion.


Chapter 4 – Horny Roommate
==========================

Saturday morning finally arrived and I woke up to the sounds of my roomie 
playing with herself.  Jen masturbated almost as much as me – sometimes 
even more.  It wasn't hard to figure out what was driving her though – 
the same old thing, her boyfriend.  Jen had never even mentioned another 
guy the entire time she had been my roomie – at least not in any sexual 
way.  All she ever talked about was her boyfriend and when she came back 
from a break it became almost insufferable as it seemed all she would so 
in her spare time was play with herself and call out to him.  Judging by 
the way her face and chest were flushed, she had been at it for a while 
and the urgency of her movements signaled she was getting close to her 
orgasm.

I threw back my covers and laid on my back with my knees up and legs 
spread wide open.  My hands gently started to caress my pussy and boobs.  
Jen must have noted the movement as she turned her head and when she saw 
me playing a big grin came to her face.

"Morning roomie!" she called to me but she never broke the rhythm of her 
stroking her pussy.  Her social obligations fulfilled, she closed her 
eyes and laid back on the pillow again.  She had two fingers deep in her 
pussy now and her breathing had become ragged and fast.

"Fuck me Alex!" she cried out softly, "Oh that's it, fuck me good!  Oh my 
god I love your dick in me!"

I was getting off just listening to her but my hand still stroked myself 
as I watched her back arch when her orgasm erupted.  Mmmmmmm, it was 
incredible to watch this little petite girl climaxing as she talked dirty 
to her imaginary boyfriend.  Many a night I got to watch her do the same 
while talking to her boyfriend on the phone which was even more fun as I 
imagined him jerking off hundreds of miles away as his girlfriend 
described how she was masturbating while she dreamed about him fucking 
her.

After Jen had finished she got up from her bed and walked over to mine 
where I was still working on my own orgasm.  Her face was beet red and 
her chest was mottled between her boobs up to her neck.  She smiled at me 
and put her hand over mine as I rubbed my clit.  He fingers slipped down 
further until they touched my wet pussy hole.

"Hey roomie, did you like watching me get off this morning?" she 
murmured, "Mmmmmmm, feels like someone is pretty horny this morning!"

She brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked my wetness from the 
tips.  God, for a girl who typically looked like the typical naοve girl-
next-door she could certainly look sexy when she wanted to.  I could just 
imagine what the little minx did to her poor boyfriend at home.  He must 
have been exhausted by the time she returned to school!

Jen threw on a robe and headed to the bathroom, leaving me my own 
ministrations as my pussy cried for her touch.  Such a little tease!  We 
hadn't played together for some time now and it killed me when she did 
thinks like she did just now.

After a brief period of experimentation between the two of us, she had 
gone home for break and apparently came back satisfied enough to want sex 
only with her boyfriend.  Sure we still masturbated a lot together but it 
certainly wasn't quite the same as when she would lick me until I came so 
hard I thought I would cry out loud enough for our other roomies to hear!

I was finishing up just as she was returning.  She tossed off her robe 
and stood naked in front of her closet as she picked out some clothes to 
wear.  I wanted to reach out and just grab that hot little ass she 
wiggled so seductively, not even realizing what she as doing to me.

"You cum?" she asked, as if asking me the time of day.

Her attitude was pretty casual but after living with her for so long it 
was just natural for us to discuss our "personal" sex lives like any 
other subject.  The smile on my face told her all she needed to know and 
she turned back to her stuff.

After I cleaned up and did my hair I faced the same dilemma myself – what 
to wear?  I didn't really want to be too slutty as I thought it might be 
more erotic for Ian to see me as the innocent church girl type rather 
than some slut throwing herself at him.  I was more than willing to be 
the latter but it just didn't seem quite right.  At the same time I knew 
I would be trying on clothes so I didn't want to wear anything that was a 
real pain to get in and out of.

The weather looked to be pretty good so there was no need to dress too 
warmly but shorts were still out of season to say the least.  After much 
debate I picked out a pink pair of sweat pants that sometimes doubled for 
pajama bottoms when I was visiting friends or relatives.  They were just 
tight enough to show off my butt a bit but comfy and easy to get on and 
off.  I added an Old Navy white and pink t-shirt which was about a size 
too small for me so it form fitted to my boobs and revealed about an inch 
or two of my stomach – more if I stretched up or sat down.  I had a pair 
of pink sneakers which completed my "pink outfit".

I decided to tie my hair back in a ponytail which always made me look a 
few years younger.  Needless to say a bra and panties never made it out 
of my drawer!  The soft material of the sweatpants felt good rubbing 
against my bare butt and the t-shirt was so tight against my boobs it 
stimulated my nipples which made them poke out even more than ever 
through the thin material.  

"Whoa!  ...Nice!" Jen said, giving me the once-over.  "So where you going 
dressed like THAT?" she asked, the curiosity plain on her face.

"Oh, just shopping," I replied innocently.

Jen looked at me as if she wanted to ask more but once again my roomie 
proved her weight in gold as she kept her questions to herself.  She had 
to sense there was more to my plans than just shopping but she didn't 
push the issue.

I didn't think it would look good to be picked up in front of the 
apartment by some older guy so I put on my coat and started walking down 
the sidewalks toward the front gate to the campus.  The gatehouse was 
empty as usual so I stood around waiting impatiently.  It was a nice day 
but still a bit chilly.  God, I couldn't wait until summer came again!  I 
much preferred hot summer days where I could just wear shorts or a swim 
suit.


Chapter 5 – Sucking Ian in the Mall Parking Lot
===============================================

To be fair, Ian picked me up five minutes early.  He wasn't expecting to 
see me so close to the road and almost drove past me but I recognized him 
and waved him down.  He stopped the car and I ran up to the passenger 
door and hopped in.  He did an illegal U-turn and went out back to the 
main road and turned right to go back into town.  Turning to me finally, 
he looked me up and down and grinned.

"Well Kelly, nice to see you today," he started out as if he was picking 
me up to take me to church.  Of course we were heading the wrong way for 
that – in more ways than one!

I said hello back and he let out a big breath as if he had been holding 
it for the last few minutes.  Looking at me again he raised his eyebrows 
and said, "You know, I wasn't sure you would be there for real.  This all 
seems a bit surreal... you know?"

I asked him what he meant by that and he replied, "Well, you've got to 
admit, a guy like me picking a girl like you to go shopping... it's not 
something I've ever done before – or anyone else I know either!"

We both laughed and the conversation stayed at the small-talk stage for 
the trip to the mall.  It took almost forty five minutes to get there and 
the tension built in the car as we each pretended like this was just some 
ordinary shopping trip.  It reminded me of when guys would take me home 
from babysitting and I knew they were dying to fulfill their fantasies 
about doing the babysitter but were too scared to do anything about it.

Although the car had bench front seats, the center section had a fold-
down console for use as an arm-rest and cup holder.  I noticed that it 
was down when I got in the car and I wondered when the last time his wife 
had lifted it up to sit next to him.  Probably not in quite a while was 
my guess.

Although I had known Ian for almost three years now, we really didn't 
know that much about each other.  He didn't even know that I was from 
Pittsburgh!  We talked about our families and personal history – all the 
sort of stuff you would discuss with just about anyone.  I could tell he 
was extremely proud of his kids but there was always this cloud that 
seemed to hang over the conversation anytime it went near his wife.  As 
we approached the exit to the mall he finally let out a piece of 
information that helped fill in the blanks.

"Kelly, you go to a pretty strict school and I've heard about all the 
rules regarding celibacy and waiting for marriage and stuff.  I was 
wondering how do you really feel about all that?" he asked.

I looked at him with a quizzical eye and he elaborated saying, "Well, 
Nancy and I had never done it with anyone else when we met.  I admit we 
didn't wait until we got married but still, neither of us has ever been 
with anyone else – before or after we got married."

My face must have betrayed my surprise because he leaned his head back 
and smiled saying, "Yeah, I know that to your generation that must seem 
sort of quaint and backwards but I wondered if someone with your 
background would understand better."

Ha!  If only he knew what my background REALLY was!  I turned in my seat 
and faced him with my legs folded underneath me.  "You know Ian, just 
because I go to a religious school doesn't mean I'm a virgin."

Ian looked at me quickly as he turned off the expressway.  "Oh really?  
Do you mind if I ask when you first did it?"

"I was fourteen," I replied.  Well, THAT certainly gathered a reaction 
from him!

"FOURTEEN?" he repeated back to me and then held up his hand, "Sorry, I 
didn't mean to react that way.  I just assumed... well you know.  Yeah 
you may flirt a bit and you've earned a bit of a reputation with the 
church leadership for pushing the dress code a bit but I just figured you 
were just another tease."

By now we were almost to the parking lot and I lifted the console up and 
out of the way so I could move over closer to him.  He kept both hands on 
the steering wheel as he maneuvered the car through the lot to find an 
open spot.  I put my hand on his thigh and gently rubbed it.  "Is that 
what you think today's going to be?" I asked softly, "Just a tease?"

He pulled into a slot and stopped the car.  He twisted slightly in the 
driver seat and put his arm on the back of the seat behind me.

"Well, to be honest I'm not sure what we're doing here today.  I've been 
asking myself that question ever since Wednesday night."

Boldly, I moved my hand over to his crotch.  I could feel the bulge of 
his cock and it was definitely responding to the situation!  He shifted 
in his seat as if he wasn't quite sure how to react to my touching him.  
I reached between his legs and cupped him in my hand, squeezing him 
gently through his jeans.

"Well, Ian," I purred gently, "What were you HOPING would happen today?"

He licked his lips which suddenly had gone dry.  He started to say 
something and then hesitated.  All the same, he wasn't stopping me so I 
continued touching him and moved to undo his belt and then unsnap his 
jeans.

I looked up at him and smiled seductively saying, "Is this anything like 
you were hoping for?"

Ian looked flustered.  Sometimes it's one thing to wish for something and 
fantasize about it but then quite something else when your wish is 
granted.  I would've been willing to bet a lot that Ian had been jerking 
off all week thinking of me doing exactly what I was doing but now that 
it was happening.  the reality of it was starting sink in.  Was he having 
second thoughts?

He didn't say a word in response and so I took his silence as his way of 
saying "yes" and unzipped his jeans slowly.  The sound of the zipper 
seemed unnaturally loud in the silence of his expensive car.

Still no response from him so I moved up close to him with my feet still 
up on the seat and then I reached down inside of his boxer shorts.  My 
fingers encountered the fringe of his pubic hair and I could feel the 
stiffness of it as I ran my fingers through it.  Reaching down further my 
fingers touched the tip of the head of his cock and then I held the shaft 
in my hand.  I couldn't see anything since my hand was buried down in his 
underwear but the stiffening of his body told me he could certainly feel 
what I was doing.

His breathing quickened as he whispered to me, "I don't know Kelly... I 
don't know if I can really do this."

I gently stroked his cock in my hand the best as I could with the 
constricting underwear around it.  I shushed him softly and licked my 
lips for him.

"It's OK," I said gently to him, "Just close your eyes and let me do 
everything."

I pushed his underwear down and let his cock flop out into the open.  It 
wasn't all that bad.  I would have to classify it as "average".  It was 
pretty hard now and maybe six inches in length and my hand easily wrapped 
around the stiff shaft.  He was circumcised and the head was swollen and 
large.  Thick black hair surrounded it and I could smell the thick 
muskiness of his crotch.

Ian put his hand on mine and gave a lackluster attempt to pull my hand 
away.

"You shouldn't be doing that," he whispered.

As big as he was compared to me, he could have easily stopped me if that 
was what he really wanted.  It was typical of most married men at this 
stage and I knew the best way to deal with it was to just ignore him and 
continue on as if he had said nothing.

I lowered my head to his lap and took him into my mouth, quickly taking 
all of him in until my face was covered with that thick matt of pubic 
hair.  He fit rather easily in my mouth and I twisted my head around him 
while my tongue played along the fleshy shaft that was in my mouth.  Ian 
groaned as I sucked hard on him and I raised my head up until just the 
head was in my mouth.  I held him there with my lips and let my tongue do 
the work on his cock head, running around the hole in the tip of it and 
then around the lower ridge.  Finally I let him loose and stroked his wet 
shaft with my hand as I looked up at him with a naughty grin on my face.  

"That feel good?" I asked as my hand slid slowly up and down his wet 
cock.

Ian looked around as if afraid someone was going to see us.  It was a 
reasonable concern for him since we WERE in the middle of a public 
parking lot surrounded by cars.  Personally I didn't care!  There were 
cars on both sides of us though and unless those particular shoppers 
happened to return the odds of anyone slipping between the cars were 
pretty low – as I knew from past experience!  He looked down at me and 
his cheeks bulged as he let out a big breath.

"Oh god, I can't believe we're doing this!" he blustered.  "What if 
someone sees us?"

He was sounding more flustered so before he could stop me I went back 
down on him and took his cock in my mouth again.  Once I had him like 
that he couldn't do anything to stop me without hurting himself so now he 
was mine!  Despite his outward protests he must have been enjoying it 
because he reached down and pulled his jeans and boxer shorts down enough 
to give me full access to his cock and balls.

I gently gathered his hairy balls in my right hand as my mouth continued 
to play his cock like a concert flute.  If there is one thing in my life 
I think I am as good as anyone, it is sucking cock and Ian was getting 
one of my best efforts.  I'd lost count a long time ago as to how many I 
have actually sucked but it had to be over two hundred or more.  It was 
far easier for me to count the number of guys I had dated that I had NOT 
sucked as I could probably do that on one hand!

People have asked me why I love to suck cock so much.  I don't know how 
to explain it other than I just love doing it.  Feeling a cock grow and 
harden in my mouth is something I will never tire of, no matter how many 
times I'm lucky enough to have it happen.  Perhaps part of it has to do 
with the feeling of having complete control over a man.  After all, I had 
the most tender part of his body in my mouth, able to inflict pain or 
pleasure as I desired at any moment.  It was addicting to say the least.

I love looking at a guy's faces as I suck him, our eyes meeting as he 
sees his cock between my lips.  I know guys love to watch when a girl 
sucks them and it gets me so wet knowing how much they desire me when 
they watch me suck them.  That just makes it all the hotter for me as 
most of them never get to fuck me and all they will have for a memory is 
the look of my mouth moving up and down their hard shaft.  

Ian put his right hand on my back and his left on my head as I sucked his 
cock faster and faster.  I still had my jacket on so he moved down until 
he was holding my ass in his hands through the material of my sweat 
pants.  His fingers on his other hand stoked my hair and I wiggled my 
butt to let him know I liked it when he touched it.  His fingers slipped 
in between the elastic waist band and I could eel them work their way in 
until his hand cupped my bare butt.  He squeezed my ass gently while 
small moans began to emerge from his mouth as I  felt his cock swelling 
in preparation for his orgasm.  

"Oh god, I'm cumming!" he groaned as I plunged my head down into his 
crotch, drawing in the heavy odor of his sex and sweat.

His hand pushed my head roughly onto him, keeping his cock buried deep in 
my mouth as the first eruption of sperm entered my mouth and hit the back 
of my throat.  Again and again he came as he humped his hips upward to 
drive his cock as deep as he could into my mouth.  Some of his cum leaked 
past my lips and dripped down into his crotch as I tried to swallow it as 
best as I could.

I kept him in my mouth even after he had finished, softly sucking him as 
his cock quickly softened and shrank.  I could taste the little bits of 
sperm that would emerge from it as it dwindled and he shuddered sometimes 
as my tongue ran along the length of it.  Finally I let it slip from my 
lips and I sat up to look at him.  I could feel the cum on my chin but I 
didn't do anything about it for the moment.  I grinned at him and licked 
my lips like I had just had an excellent meal – which for me it was!

Ian looked at me, still breathing hard from his exertions.  "That was 
incredible!" was all he could muster at first.  Then after a pause he 
started to pull his pants back on and said, "Damn, I never dreamed it 
could feel so good."

I looked at him with a questioning glance.  "Doesn't your wife suck you?" 
I asked.

Ian rolled his eyes as he replied, "Oh, she has a couple of times over 
the years but only when I have really pushed her and it was obvious she 
didn't like doing it.  She never made me cum and she certainly NEVER made 
me feel like you just did!"

I smiled at him for the compliment and teased him, "Well, practice makes 
perfect."

"Well, obviously it wasn't YOUR first time," he said back to me.  "Do I 
dare ask just how much practice you HAVE had?"

I shook my head and let my ponytail fly back and forth like a schoolgirl.  
"Good girls never tell," I responded in a teasing voice.  "And I'm a VERY 
good girl."

He finished dressing as he buckled his pants and laughed, "Oh you're good 
alright.  It's just that somehow I don't think you're as 'good' of a girl 
as most people think you are."

I sat back in the seat and pretended to pout before I replied saying, 
"Well, I guess it depends what you say I'm good at.  Now after that are 
you going to take me shopping or what?"

We both got out of the car on our respective sides.  I met him behind the 
car and hugged him.  He didn't hug me back, probably worried about who 
might be watching.  He looked at me and smiled saying, "Ummmmm, you'd 
better wipe off your face – people might get the wrong idea."

We both laughed as I pulled out a tissue from my purse and wiped off the 
cum that was drying on my face.  I didn't say this to Ian but I was 
thinking that actually people would've been getting the RIGHT idea!

For the next couple of hours I had a blast.  It was every girl's dream 
come true – open season on the mall.  We went from store to store where I 
would try on clothes and model them for Ian.  The spring and summer 
fashions were out so I tried on all sorts of shorts outfits, camisoles, 
tank tops, and more than a few bikinis – some of the QUITE revealing.  We 
even hit the VS store and I tried on some sexy lingerie for him.

The store clerks usually thought at first that I was his daughter but 
after seeing the wolfish look in his eyes as he stared at me in the 
various outfits I figured they either thought he was a naughty dad or 
some perverted older guy with a young slut or maybe even an escort.  
Since most fathers would not be sporting hard-ons when they saw their 
daughter in a new thong bikini, I assumed that the clerks most likely 
thought they knew exactly what was going on.  Even so, I bet they 
wouldn't have believed what I had just done to him before in the parking 
lot – or planned to do later.

We stopped off at the food court for a snack.  By then he was carrying a 
load of shopping bags and I wondered how close to his credit limit he was 
getting.  We weren't exactly shopping at Wal-Mart or Target stores, that 
was for sure.  No clearance racks for me!

The weird thing was that for the entire afternoon he had never touched me 
although he certainly LOOKED at me a lot – and I did my best to give him 
as much to look at as possible.  Even so I had not bared my boobs or even 
flashed him a pussy shot.  It was the ultimate tease and I wondered when 
we would get to the next level.

We sat across from each other as I ate my salad and he munched on a 
burger.  If you ignored the age difference, and the fact he was married, 
we'd were like two teenagers on a first date, neither of us saying 
directly what was on our minds and sort of dancing around the subject we 
both were interested in.  It was been fun but the memory of how good his 
cock tasted had been on my mind all day.  He must have been thinking 
along the same lines at times judging from the bulge in his pants when I 
was trying on some lingerie or a sexy outfit.

"How's your salad?" he asked me, "Sure you don't want something more than 
that to eat?"

That was the finals straw - I couldn't let THAT opportunity go by so I 
smiled at him between bites and whispered in a conspiratorial tone, "You 
know, I would love something more to eat.  How about a second helping of 
cock?  I'm starving for some more cum."

Well, it was out there now.  Even though I'd sucked his dick back in the 
car, we hadn't said anything explicit all afternoon.  He looked just a 
bit surprised but yet pleased at the same time.  Ian looked around as if 
afraid someone might had overheard me but there was nobody within ten 
feet of us.  He looked back at me and grinned.  "Hmmmmmm, is that ALL you 
want?"

He was married and I knew that with married men usually needed to be 
reassured that what they were doing was OK.  It wasn't like back when 
they were single and all that could happen was to be turned down.  Ian 
was considering committing adultery, betraying his wife in the worst way 
possible.  Who could blame him for feeling the need to know that I really 
DID want to do it with him before he committed himself?

The ball was in my court now, or balls in this case.  I leaned forward 
across the table towards him and looked him straight in the eyes.  In a 
soft voice I slowly said, "That's not all I want Ian." I paused for 
effect and then continued, "Ian... I want you to fuck me."

The hunger in Ian's eyes betrayed the casualness which he tried to 
maintain.  His cheeks involuntarily flushed and his eyes blinked rapidly 
as he took in a deep breath.  I knew full well the incredible power those 
words could have over a guy.  Nothing else I could have said to a him 
would have had even half the impact of those simple words, "fuck me".  
Ian proved to be no exception.  I reached forward and took his hand in 
mine and said in a low voice, "C'mon, let's go somewhere a little more 
private."

Silently we walked back to his car.  Ian put my shopping bags in the 
trunk and unlocked the doors.  At first I was disappointed when he didn't 
hold the door open for me but then I figured that he had too much on his 
mind to think of being courteous.  When he got in I slid over next to him 
and leaned against him with my feet tucked up under me on the seat.  Once 
again my hand moved to his crotch and my heart beat raced as I felt the 
hardness beneath his pants.  Ian took my hand and pushed it over to his 
leg.

"Noooooo, not here Kelly," he said, almost like a father addressing his 
daughter, "Sorry, I just can't do that again in the middle of a parking 
lot.  That was insane!"

I put my hand back on his crotch again and this time he didn't protest 
quite as much.  "Isn't this what you really want Ian?  You weren't 
expecting to take me on some expensive shopping trip and get just a 
blowjob, were you?."

Ian's cheeks puffed out as he let out a deep breath.  "To be honest 
Kelly, I never REALLY thought for a moment we would ever have done even 
THAT!."

He looked a bit confused as I gave him a questioning look myself.  
"Really," he continued, "I assumed you were just a big tease and we would 
go out and flirt and stuff like that today.  It was just suppose to be 
some naughty fling, like some R-rate movie – NOT a porn one!"

"So you don't want to fuck me?" I asked, confused now and not certain at 
all what was happening.

"God Kelly, who wouldn't?" he sighed.  "I never dared to even DREAM you 
would actually want to have sex with someone like me."

He laughed a bit at that and corrected himself, "Well, I have to admit I 
DID dream of it but I never thought it would come true."

I cuddled up next to him but kept my hand planted firmly on his crotch.  
I rubbed it gently and looked up at him.  He wanted me, I knew it deep 
down.  He wouldn't even be discussing it with me if he didn't.  If I let 
it go now, Ian would probably regret it for the rest of his life, Every 
time he was frustrated by his wife's lack of sex drive he would remember 
how he had the chance to fuck a slutty college girl and turned her down.

It may sound a bit like twisted logic but bear me out and listen.  Ian's 
marriage as obviously in deep trouble so fucking me or not wasn't going 
to make it any worse than it already was.  However, maybe if he DID fuck 
me, maybe if he had the chance to love out his fantasy, maybe then it 
would give him something to feel good about.  Maybe it would be something 
for him to remember fondly while he masturbated when his wife went to bed 
without having sex.  If I dropped this now and they split up later, would 
I be partly to blame for not helping  him now when I had the chance?

"Tell me Ian, don't you desire me more than your wife?  Wouldn't you 
rather fuck me instead of her?"

He didn't answer right away but I could see he was thinking hard about 
something!

"It's OK Ian, you can tell me," I whispered to him in a soothing tone, 
"It's only natural for you to want me more than her.  After all, she 
can't please you the way I can.  She would never do the things that I'll 
let you do to me.  She would never say the things I'll say to you."

Ian was breathing heavy now.  "Damn you Kelly, you're a piece of work.  
Just tell me one thing.  What turns you on more – me fucking you or 
Nancy's husband fucking you?"

I had to say one thing for Ian, he was sharp!  Most men were so caught up 
with themselves and their own desires they never understood why I would 
want an older guy no longer in the best of shape to fuck me when I could 
have literally any man I wanted.  Ian had me pegged.  He was right – I 
DID want to fuck Nancy's husband.  I wanted him to desire me so badly 
that he would break his sacred wedding vows – vows he had kept for so 
many years.

I knew full well that almost any man would fuck me given the chance, 
that's just nature and hormones at work.  For Ian to do me meant a lot 
more as he had so much to lose.  I wouldn't just be another notch on his 
belt – instead he would be one on MINE!  It was even better than taking a 
guy's virginity as instead I was taking his vows from him.  Never again 
would he be able to look his wife in the eyes and say he loved her and 
never cheated on her without knowing he was lying.  Never again would he 
make love to his wife without thoughts of fucking me always being there 
in the background.

I loved being fucked by men like Ian because I knew that they were 
willing to give up a lifetime of faithfulness and fidelity just for the 
opportunity to be alone with ME for a few hours.  Now if that's not 
enough to make a girl feel good about herself, to make her feel as sexy 
as possible, then I don't know what can.

So anyway... I couldn't tell Ian all this so I just smiled and said what 
I knew he wanted to hear, even if it wasn't 100% true.

"Oh Ian, how can you say that?" I pouted although I didn't deny what he 
had said.  "It's you I want.  It's you I want to take me and do whatever 
you want with."

Ian was silent for a while, thinking hard about something.  I stayed 
quiet, letting him sort things out for himself.  Finally he started the 
car with a purpose – maybe some sort of plan?

"Don't worry Kelly, you'll get what you want," he said as he backed out 
of the slot.  Before he put it in drive he looked at me and shook his 
head with a smile finally back on his face.  "Just not in a damn parking 
lot!"


Chapter 6 – Adultery in a Hotel Room
=====================================

Without another word Ian drove out of the mall lot and down the road 
where I saw there was a hotel.  Hmmmmmm, it had been quite a while since 
I was fucked alone in a hotel room.  Without another word he parked 
outside the entrance and motioned for me to stay in the car while he 
checked in.

I sat there in the front seat all alone, waiting for him.  My pussy 
tingled with anticipation and I had to put my hand inside my sweatpants 
to touch it.  My finger touched my clit and I almost jumped out of the 
seat.  God I was horny!  It seemed like it had been days since I had 
given him that blowjob and all the teasing I had been doing for the past 
few hours had made me as hot and horny as it did him.  I closed my eyes 
and my head leaned back as I rubbed my clit faster.  I was using two 
fingers, each sliding long one side of my wet clit.

I was starting to really get into it when suddenly the driver door opened 
and Ian quickly sat down behind the steering wheel.  He looked at me and 
then down to my lap where my hand had disappeared inside my sweatpants.

"Damn it Kelly!  There are people all over the place," he exclaimed, 
"What if someone had seen you?"

I didn't stop but instead looked up at him and smiled saying, "Mmmmmmm, a 
girl's got to do what a girl's got to do."

He waved a room card at me and chuckled, "Well try to hang in there a few 
more minutes miss horny."

Ian pulled into a parking space and started to lead me back into the 
hotel when I held back and pointed to the trunk of his car.  He looked at 
me with questioning eyes.

I grinned and said, "Well, you bought me all these outfits, I thought you 
might want to see me wearing one of them."

Ian's eyebrows rose and then he nodded and opened the trunk.  I dug 
through the bags and found what I was looking for.  After he closed the 
trunk, we headed back to the hotel entrance.  We passed by the front desk 
where a middle-aged woman was working.  Seeing me with him I bet she was 
wondered why he didn't book two rooms – one for him and another for his 
daughter.  The disapproving look on her face told everything – she had 
quickly sized up the situation and knew what was going on!  I looked at 
her and gave her a smile which just made the frown in her face even 
harder.  Oh well, who cares about the old bitch?

We got in the elevator and Ian punched the floor number.  It was only one 
floor up so there was no time for fooling around.  The room was directly 
across from the elevator so next thing I knew we were inside.  Ian turned 
on the entry light but left the rest of the room darkened although the 
overhead light was bright enough to light up the rest of the room well 
enough to see clearly.

Looking around, I turned on the bathroom light and turned back to him as 
I closed the door and said, "Have a seat while I change."

Ian smiled and I closed the door behind me.  Standing alone in the 
bathroom I looked in the mirror and took in a deep breath, releasing it 
slowly.  I quickly slipped out of my clothes, folding them and placing 
them in a stack on the sink counter top.

Looking again in the mirror, I turned and checked out my nude body.  
Without being too egotistical, I thought I looked pretty hot and I could 
imagine Ian sitting out in the room wishing he could see me like this.  I 
smiled to myself as I thought about just how many guys would like to as 
well.  I couldn't begin to count the number of guys at the mall today who 
were mentally undressing me as I walked by.

Reaching into the bag I pulled out the outfit I'd selected.  It was the 
perfect "little black dress" that every girl wants except it was white.  
It was made of the lightest sheer material and I could barely feel the 
weight of it.  It was simple – no frills or anything, just solid white 
with spaghetti straps and so low cut it barely covered my nipples.  It 
fit snugly to my body, clinging to me like a magnet to steel.  It was 
just long enough to cover my ass but not much more and fit tightly around 
the upper part of my legs to hold it tight and down.

There was no way I could wear a bra or panties with it without spoiling 
the lines and besides, why would I want to?  I looked again into the 
mirror and was amazed at how much a simple piece of fabric could 
transform a person!  As I checked myself out my eyes narrowed on my hair 
– a ponytail just didn't cut it with a dress like this.  I pulled out the 
elastic band holding it in place and let my hair fall down over my 
shoulders.  I leaned forward and let my hair fall in front of me and then 
threw my head back to fluff up my hair.  I didn't have much to work with 
other than a small brush in my purse but I didn't think he would care a 
whole lot about my hair styling.

Unfortunately, I realized I had forgotten an essential part of my outfit.  
I didn't have any heels that would have finished off the outfit – they 
were still outside in the trunk.  My sneakers clashed horribly so I 
decided to just stay barefoot.  I put my hand on the door handle and took 
in a deep breath.  "Well, here goes nothing!" I thought to myself.

I stepped out into the room.  Looking around I saw Ian was sitting on the 
edge of the bed., his hands in his lap.  Hearing me leave the bathroom, 
his head turned and I saw a smile grow on his face as he took in the 
sight of me.  I stood a few feet away from him and twirled around to show 
off the dress.  

"Mmmmmmm," he murmured his approval, "that is one sexy dress!" Then he 
chuckled saying, "Damn, I still can't believe a dress so small could cost 
so much!?"

I moved up closer to him and pressed my way between his legs which he 
spread apart for me.  Taking his hands, I pulled them behind me and place 
them on my ass.  There was just the light dress material between his 
hands and my bare butt.

I put my arms around his neck and leaned forward to whisper in his ear, 
"It's up to you now Ian... I'm yours... whatever you want you can have... 
ANYTHING."

Ian must have been holding his breath as he finally took in a deep breath 
and released it.  "Oh god, what am I doing?" he said, more to himself 
than to me.

His hands stayed on my ass though so I replied, "You know you want me 
Ian... I know you've always wanted to fuck me, from the first time you 
stared at my ass in church."

Ian looked at me again, a more determined look on his face.  "What guy 
wouldn't want you Kelly?"

I kissed his neck and looked at him.  "Maybe, but YOU have me now so what 
are YOU going to do about it?"

Ian slipped his hand down and under my dress, then back up until they 
cupped my firm bare ass, one cheek in each hand.

"Mmmmmmm, you've always like my ass, haven't you?" I purred.

"God, if you only knew how many times I wanted to hold it like this," he 
sighed, "I don't know how you fit into those jeans sometimes!"

I pushed forward until my leg was against his crotch.  I gently pressed 
up against him, moving my leg from side to side to rub it against him.  
One of his hands moved to the front of me and slipped between my legs, 
pressing upward until he cupped my pussy in his palm.  I was freshly 
shaven so it must have felt as smooth as a young girl's pussy to him.

"I bet my pussy feels better than Nancy's," I teased him.  Then I gave 
him a wicked smile saying, "You know, I bet Annie's feels like mine.  
Wouldn't you love to touch hers?"

He was rubbing his finger up and down my pussy, wetting me using the 
pussy juices he would bring up from my cunt and using it to make my clit 
wet and slippery.  When I mentioned Annie's name his eyes opened wide and 
he pushed his finger up inside of me.  At first I think he wanted to 
protest, to claim he wasn't interested in his daughter.  It was a sign of 
how much he was mine now, how much he had surrendered to me, that instead 
he admitted his hidden lust for his daughter.

"Oh yes, her pussy would be like yours – so sweet and tight," he 
responded.

His finger explored me as his other hand massaged my butt.  He started to 
reach around more with his hand and I felt his finger tip against my 
asshole, he started to press it in but I reached around and help his 
hand.

"No Ian, anything but that," I said, trying to take the edge off what I 
was telling him.

Fortunately he took the hint and went back to rubbing my butt.  Then he 
reached down further and pushed a finger from his other hand into my 
pussy along with the one from his first.  Mmmmmmm, it felt good to feel 
the two fingers working their way around inside of me.  The palm of his 
hand was pressed up against my clit and he rubbed it around as he played 
with my pussy.  God it felt so good!

I reached up to my shoulders and pushed the thin straps aside and then 
pulled down the top of my dress to expose my breasts to him.  I leaned 
forward until they were up to his face.  My hands went behind his head 
and I pulled his face into me until my boobs were on each side of his 
nose.  

"Suck my tits," I told him, "Make my nipples hard."

Well, my nipples were already pretty well stimulated just by the action 
of his fingers in my pussy but a little sucking never hurt!  Ian took my 
right breast in his mouth, pulling as much of it as he could inside and 
then releasing it.  His tongue played over my nipple, running circles 
around it and then licking my breast all over.  I cupped my boobs with my 
hands and gently massaged them as he went from one to the other, licking 
and sucking each.

I loved the feel of his fingers in me but I wanted the real thing by now 
so I pushed him back onto the bed until he was lying flat on top of it.  
Still standing between his legs, I undid his belt and jeans and unzipped 
them all the way down.  He helped me pull them down along with his boxer 
shorts and I pulled them off along with his shoes and socks, placing them 
on the bed beside us.

I stood up and gazed at him.  Ian was now naked from the waist down with 
just a shirt on.  His cock was stiff and curved such that instead of 
standing up straight in the air it was actually pointed directly at his 
face!  I kneeled on the floor which put my face right in the center of 
his legs, his cock just inches from me.

I could smell the musky odor of his crotch as I reached out to hold him 
in my hand.  I pulled it back to un upright position and lowered my mouth 
down over it, taking it in inch by inch until finally I had all of him I 
my mouth.  His cock was pressing against the back of my throat as my face 
was covered with his thick coarse pubic hair.  Mmmmmmm, I loved the odor 
of him, the strong male aroma generated by his lust combined with sweat.  

Having already blown him once today, my objective now was to make sure he 
was good and hard and a bit slippery with my saliva to make it easier for 
him to fuck me.  Mission accomplished, I stood up and lifted my dress up 
so I could climb up on the bed and straddle his waist.  I held my dress 
up with one hand while I reached between my legs to grab his swollen cock 
with the other.  Positioning myself directly over it, I lowered myself 
down until the head was just lightly pressing against my pussy.

"You ready?" I said with a slutty smile on my face.

Ian had pulled a pillow down from the top of the bed and was using it to 
raise his head so he could watch me suck him and now he could see his 
cock under me, just waiting for me to lower myself onto it.

"Do it!" was all he said.

Well, I wasn't going to wait for him to compose a speech so I held his 
shaft while my wet pussy pressed down on him.  I felt my pussy lips part 
as his head penetrated me.  I was soaking wet from him playing with me 
and he slid easily up inside of me as I lowered myself further until my 
butt was resting on his crutch.  Mmmmmmm, he was in me now, fucking me.

It felt so good knowing I finally had it in me.  Yes, he was MINE now!  
Never again would he be just his wife's lover, never again could he claim 
to be pure and loyal to his wife.  Instead, I would always have a piece 
of him she could never get back.  Whenever he was in bed with her, he 
would remember this moment, the first moment he fucked a woman other than 
his wife.

I leaned forward and he raised his head to suck my breasts again.  As I 
did his cock slipped from me slightly and so I started to rock back and 
forth, slowly at first so he could suck my boobs.  I could feel his thick 
shaft moving in and out of me as I set the rhythm.  I like to start out 
on top at the beginning so I can control the depth and rate of his cock 
stroking in and out of my pussy.  I sat back up and put my full weight on 
him as I ground my ass into his hairy crotch.  His pubic hair felt like a 
stiff hair brush against my bare bottom.

I wanted him to fuck me harder so I got up on my feet instead of my knees 
and started to literally bounce up and down on his cock!  I could see he 
was watching his cock as it appeared and then disappeared from view as he 
first pulled out and then penetrated me again, forcing him to move deep 
inside of me until it felt like he was up in my stomach.

Evidently Ian must have felt it was time for him to become the aggressor 
and so he grabbed my legs and said, "Alright," he commanded me, "get on 
all fours in the middle of the bed."

I lifted myself off of him and did as he ordered.  He then pulled off his 
shirt and moved in behind me.  Kneeling down he spread my ass apart with 
his hands and I felt his face against my butt as he licked me.  Although 
I don't like my ass penetrated, I LOVE it to be licked and I was pleased 
to feel his tongue running circles around my asshole and then playfully 
push into it just a bit.  My ass is really tight though and without being 
able to use his finger all he could really do was play around at the 
opening with his tongue.

I moaned as chills ran through me when his tongue went lower and lapped 
up the wetness of my pussy.  His tongue pushed aside my swollen pussy 
lips and penetrated me.  I could only imagine how good I tasted to him.  
Of all the pussies I've licked, I like the taste of mine the best.  Of 
course I might be a little biased but I'm sure anyone would forgive me!

After eating my cunt for a while I was close to my first "O" and so it 
was a bit disconcerting when he stopped licking me but he quickly made up 
for it.  I could feel his cock on top of my ass, then running down though 
my ass crack, flirting briefly with my asshole and then nestling in 
between my wet pussy lips.  He rubbed it up and down, getting it nice and 
wet and making me feel intense at the same time.  God I wanted him back 
inside of me so bad!

Obviously he had the same thoughts because it was then that I felt his 
cock breach my pussy once again.  He quickly thrust himself into me from 
behind and I felt his crotch slap up against my bare ass.  Ian almost 
knocked me off my hands and feet he was banging me so hard!  Just as he 
was getting me going again and I was about to cum the craziest thing 
happened – a cell phone started to ring!  It was in his pants right next 
to us and I saw the look on his face.

"Damn!" he said, "I HAVE to take that.  It's the ring for home and if I 
don't answer they'll wonder where I am!"

He reached over but I was glad that he somehow managed to remain inside 
of me.  He answered the damn phone and it must have been Annie from the 
way he was talking to her.  Evidently Nancy wanted him to pick something 
up at the store and she had been delegated to call him.

This wasn't the first time a husband had been on his cell phone while he 
fucked me.  When I was escorting, I had a guy cum in me while he was 
telling his clueless wife how much he loved her.  God I came SO hard that 
time!

This time was unique in that he was talking to his daughter instead of 
his wife.  If little Annie could only see me and her father now!  If she 
thought a few innocent instant messages were bad, what would she say if 
she saw dear old dad screwing the church girl?

Ian finally ended the conversation with a goodbye, telling Annie that he 
loved her.  That was all I needed to hear as he started to stroke his 
cock in and out of me again.  My pussy exploded as my first orgasm struck 
and the initial wave of intense pleasure made me drop to my elbows and 
gasp for air.  My eye rolled back in my head as my pussy felt like it was 
on fire – a fire that quickly spread up and down me until I was consumed 
from my toes to the outermost strand of hair

A loud moan escaped from me as my vision narrowed and everything seemed 
somehow less real, more remote.  The room seemed to move in front of me 
as wave after wave of powerful feelings flooded me, emanating from my 
pussy as if his cock was filling me with each thrust.

Each time his cock pulled out it was like he was reloading and then when 
he rammed it back into me to the hilt it was as if it pumped another load 
of sheer bliss into my cunt which then broadcast it to the rest of me.  
My breasts tingled and I could feel my nipples stiffen even more as I 
fought to breath.  Ian could obviously tell I was cumming and if anything 
he just pumped me harder with his wonderful cock.

"That's it Kelly, cum for me," he said in a halting manner between 
thrusts.

Just as it seemed my orgasm had peaked and was starting to decline he 
reached around and touched my clit, rubbing it between two fingers.  I 
moaned again as like a roller coaster that had made its first dive and 
then was slowing up for the next hill, my orgasm took off down the hill 
again and my pussy clamped down tight on his cock, squeezing him as it 
tried to hold him inside of me.  

"God damn Kelly!" he cried out, "What the hell are you doing, trying to 
flatten my dick?"

He moaned as he tried to move his cock in me but my pussy had a hard grip 
on him.  The peak only lasted a short while though and soon my pussy 
released his cock and he resumed fucking me with it.  My face felt like 
it was flushed beet red and I would have sworn that there were goose 
pimples on every square inch of me.

I rested my head on the pillow in front of me as I regained my breath 
while my pussy just throbbed.  Ian pulled out of me and literally flipped 
me over like a pancake on a griddle.  He grabbed one of the pillows and 
pushed it under my ass so my pussy was better exposed and elevated a few 
inches up off the bed.

I looked up at him, kneeling in between my wide-spread legs, gently 
stroking his own cock while he gazed at my open pussy.  I imagined it 
looked pretty wet and swollen by now, probably a nice open pussy hole 
just waiting for his cock to fill it back up again.

"God... you're so fucking beautiful," he said hoarsely, staring at me and 
taking me in from my breasts to my crotch.  

"Don't stop, keep fucking me Ian," I said to him gently, "I want you to 
fuck me and cum in me."

A strange look suddenly came to his face and I wondered what I'd said 
that was so wrong.

"God I want to," he moaned, "Can you believe it - I don't have a condom."

I smiled and just shook my head at him.  "Doesn't matter to me," I 
replied, "I wouldn't let you use it anyway.  Last thing I want is 
something stopping me from feeling your cum in me!"

Ian didn't seem to sure so I added in, "Beside, I've been on the pill for 
years – and I'm faithful about it!"

Ian shrugged his shoulders – as horny as he was he didn't need much to 
convince him I guess!  He leaned over me and I guided his cock back into 
me.  It slid easily into me like it was buttered after all the fucking 
and cumming so far.  He put his hands on each side of me and leaned over 
me as he pumped his cock in and out of me.

"Oh Ian, I love the way you fuck me," I moaned, "Tell me how much more 
you like to fuck me than Nancy... Tell me you want me more than her."

"Oh god, you’re so bad!" he cried out, "Fuck it though – I DO love 
fucking you more than her.  Lord help me for saying this but yes, I want 
you so much more than her – God, she was NEVER like this."

"Cum in me Ian," I said softly but firmly, "I want your sperm in me... 
mate me Ian, make me your slut."

"Oh yea, you're a slut alright," he panted, "dirty little nasty church 
girl slut... so prim and proper... so nasty and naughty for real."

He was pumping even faster now and from the gasping and speed of his 
strokes I knew he had to be close.  

"Here it is slut... take my cum."

Ian slammed into me and then held himself still, his cock as deep into me 
as he could drive it.  I felt it swelling as then it exploded, a hot 
stream of cum shooting into me."

"Oh yeah," I cried out, "More... more... cum in me more."

Ian didn't need me to say anything, he was pumping me full of hot sperm 
like he hadn't cum n ages.  It was only a few hours since I sucked him 
off so it was remarkable a guy his age could have built up such a load so 
quickly!  He must have pumped six or more solid shots into me and then he 
held himself in me again, his cock throbbing and then pulsing to shoot a 
small round into me.  His load spent, Ian fell down to his elbows but 
kept most of his weight off of me as I relaxed my legs and let them fall 
flat to the bed.  We were both exhausted and I would've loved to have 
fallen sleep just this way, with him inside of me and maybe even waking 
me later by fucking me in my sleep.  

That wasn't to be though, we had to be getting back before his wife and 
family started getting suspicious.  I don't know if it was five minutes 
or thirty as I lay there in a sexual stupor but eventually he pulled out 
of me and got up and off the bed.  I could feel his cum mixed with mine 
as it drained out of my pussy and down my ass crack until it soaked the 
pillow under my butt.  I reached down between my legs and scooped sum up 
with my fingers and then licked it off.  Ian was starting to get dressed 
but he stopped to watch me as I licked every drop from my fingers.  

"You are so incredibly sexy," he said, shaking his heads in amazement at 
me.  "Nancy would NEVER do anything like that."

"Mmmmmmm, tastes good," I said with a sultry voice, "You should try 
some!"

He laughed at that saying, "Naaaa, I think I'll take a pass on that one."

We both cracked up at that but still I wondered why most guys acted like 
they were allergic to their own cum.  I loved tasting my pussy so why 
don't guys like their own cum?  Another mystery of the universe I guess!  
Oh well, at least I liked mine!

Ian looked nervously at the clock by the bed.  "C'mon Kelly," he urged, 
"We've been out a lot longer than I said I would be and I have to be 
getting home before someone starts asking questions."

I huffed but got out of bed.  I threw back on my sweat pants and top and 
tried to fold my dress up nicely to get it back home in one piece.  I 
checked it over for cum though – no Monicas here!  I would have liked to 
take a shower but Ian was in a hurry.  Hell, if anyone needed one he did.  
If Nancy was like most women she would smell my pussy on him from a mile 
away!  Oh well, that was his problem to deal with I guess.  

Ian left the door key card in the room and used the express checkout on 
the TV so all we had to do was go straight past the desk and out to his 
car.  He held my door open for me and then got it behind the wheel.  He 
started to put the key in but then paused and looked over at me.

"You know, looking at you as you are now I would never have guessed such 
a slut lived underneath that polished veneer," he said with a disarming 
smile.  I just grinned at him and gave him a "who me?" kind of look.

"Sorry girl, that look will never fool me again!" he said with a laugh.  
"I KNOW what you are now."

We both laughed and made the trip back home with relatively little more 
to say.  I think we were both thinking about the events of the past few 
hours.  My pussy was still sensitive from the great fucking he had given 
me and now then it sort of tingled and a little jolt would run up and 
down my back when he hit a bump and my outfit rubbed against it just 
right.

Ian was pretty quiet the trip back, I would have given anything to know 
what he was thinking.  Was he happy, feeling guilty, or what?  It didn't 
really matter to me, he would never fuck me again as that would break one 
of my cardinal rules – never fuck a married man twice.

I had no doubt Ian would ask me.  They all did.  It would be enough for 
me to just say hi to his wife and Annie, knowing what their husband and 
father had done to me.  They wouldn't have any idea why I was smiling but 
it still thrilled me to imagine that maybe she suspected but wasn't quite 
sure enough to say anything.

Needless to say, my inquisitive roomie was more than a little curious 
about my shipping trip.  She looked at all my expensive bags and then her 
eyes bugged out when she saw the price tags.  I don't think she bought my 
"daddy sent me money" excuse for even a second but as always, she was 
discreet and left it up to me to ever tell her the truth.

In the meantime, I got a great new wardrobe and to make it even better, 
it was all free – AND I'd gotten myself fucked wonderfully to boot!  Now 
THAT is what I call shopping for sex!

THE END