Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2000 22:39:09 EDT
From: Toni Podols <toni526@hotmail.com>
Subject: Randi 15

Randi XV, a continuation of adventures experienced in my previous stories,
is dedicated to all of my friends and fans.  I digress from my expected
story about a party that took place the week before this story.  My
business trip to Chicago turned out to be so much fun, I just had to write
about it.  Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

Please keep your feedback coming to my toni526 hotmail address.  I love it
and answer each email personally as soon as possible.

And, now. . .

Randi XV -- Return to the Windy City

I was still yawning and stretching from a long redeye flight as my limo
pulled into the hotel entranceway, fighting off taxicabs for available
space to unload my luggage.  A new project was about to get underway and
all I had to do here was make a presence and bedevil the client with my
sparkling personality, my tremendous expertise, and my professionalism.
Easy.  Particularly with rings under my eyes, bits of sleep hanging from my
their corners and wrinkled clothes.  Wow!  That should be a snap for a
professional such as myself.

Thankfully, I had a nice suite waiting for me and as I checked in, everyone
seemed to remember me from my short stay several weeks ago.  Hoping it
wasn't from the constant moans and screams that filtered throughout the
hotel as Sarah was introduced into the world of a bisexual identity.  Of
course, it could have been my screams of pleasure, too.  But, we won't get
into that one.

The bellman led the way to the elevator as I nodded to the other early
morning travelers, wondering if I could get some breakfast at 5:30AM.  I
waited as the elevator flew higher and higher, near to the highest floor,
feeling my ears pop.  Finally the doors opened and I was led down the hall
to a huge suite, complete with kitchen, dining room, sunken high-ceilinged
great room, a divine bedroom and a truly spectacular bath.  So inviting was
the bath that, after the bellman had left, a sizeable tip in hand, I
immediately stripped and dashed for the shower.  Setting the water
temperature, I gazed approvingly at my reflection in the full-length mirror
(I know, I know.  I always brag, but I'm proud of my body and work out
daily to keep it there!).  I decided -- again -- against shaving my
pussy, mostly because I'm too lazy to keep it up.  I need stubble on my
pussy like I need another hole.  A quick trim now and I'm certifiably
happy.

Climbing into the shower, I stood there, soaking up the hot spray, letting
it touch every single pore of my body, every single strand of hair, letting
all of the fatigue slowly flow down the drain along with the dust of
travel.  I turned to face the shower, spreading my legs, letting the jets
tease my pussy, snapping at my clittie, letting the rush of excitement flow
through my body.  God, that feels so good, I thought, as my fingers teased
the little soldier to attention, peeking at the expanding member.

I turned around and bent slightly, my hands spreading the cheeks of my ass,
the water cascading over my puckered asshole, the vast network of nerve
endings there vibrating with the hard pulse of the water.  I could feel the
tingle in my groin spreading as my sensitive asshole came under continued
assault and backed off, albeit reluctantly.  I reached for the small soap
in the tray (Damn!  Even in a luxury suite, the hotels seem to think a tiny
bar of soap is adequate!) And began to lather my hands.  Sliding over and
over my body, I washed away the trip and my spirits began to climb.  As my
hands cupped my breasts with suds, I shivered, pretending my hands belonged
to another, perhaps a friend who caressed my flesh with loving attention,
lifting them, weighing them, squeezing them.  Circling my nipples, my
thumbs and forefingers pinched hard, pulling on them, hardening them into
diamond hard nubbins.



God, I just can't resist, I thought.  I just love to masturbate.  I made
all the excuses.  Relieving the tension, taking the edge off, relaxing,
blah, blah, blah.  I love to make myself come.  There.  That wasn't so hard
to say, was it?  At least to myself, I smiled. Slowly, I let myself sink to
the lavender tiled floor, enjoying the feel of the hot water touch my ass,
wiggling so that my cheeks opened, letting the water touch my sensitive
asshole. Oh, boy, I thought. Here comes the first mini-orgasm of the day,
my first sexual moan of the day.  At almost 6:00AM.

I began to soap my tummy, running my hands over my soft, firm flesh, on
their way down to my thick, trimmed red bush.  My fingers tangled in the
soaked hair, parting my lips to expose my clittie again.  Shivering, I
began to soap my pussy, teasing my clittie, my finger circling it around
and around, pushing down to gather the exposed organ between my soapy
finger and my thumb.  Pulling on it, I began the rise towards a clitoral
orgasm, but stopped to keep it going longer.  I let my finger touch the
entrance to my pussy, feeling the thick, white juices that were there,
resisting the force of the water.  I slid the finger into myself until my
palm was cupping my cunt.  (Love that word!)  I let out a little scream as
another mini orgasm struck, causing me to insert a second finger into
myself.  Slowly, I stoked in and out, squeezing the muscles of my cunt
around my fingers.  I searched the upper wall of my pussy, stroking my G
spot (It keeps moving all around!), my hips moving in time with my fingers.

My other hand slid down beneath my cunt, searching between my ass cheeks,
searching for my tight asshole, touching it gently, sending more and more
chills coursing throughout my body.  My finger slid into my rectum,
twisting around and around in time with the fingers thrusting into my cunt.
Oh, God, I'm going to come.  My little mini orgasms were coalescing, coming
together, lifting my hips from the floor, pushing my head back into the
water.  I began to shake violently, my screams drowning out the sound of
the rushing water, as my orgasm soared higher and higher.  The speed of my
fingers in my asshole and my cunt were increasing as my orgasm screamed
throughout my body.  Suddenly, it hit.  So hard, I screamed Ryan's name
loud, and exploded, a tiny fountain of thick, white, succulent come popped
from my body, splashing onto my tummy.  I collapsed in a heap, my heart
pounding so hard I could almost hear it, grunting like a rutting pig as I
lay, finally, fully relaxed.  Moments later, I re-lathered my hands and
cleaned the stickiness from my body.

Leaving the shower on spindly legs, I leaned against the sink, staring at
the shit-eating grin embedded in my lips and laughed.  God, I'm my own best
slut, I thought.  I dried my hair and wrapped my silk shorty robe around
myself.  Wandering into the great room, I put my briefcase on the desk and
took out my Thinkpad laptop, plugged into the Ethernet outlet beside the
desk and dialed up my ISP.  I checked my email messages for business first.
Irish, that She-Devil of Madison Avenue, had sent me some secret info she'd
been able to dig up on our new clients, providing me with some ammo for our
discussions later this morning.  She thanked me again -- profusely --
for taking her to the party last week (That will be Randi 16, don't
worry!).

Logging into my private hotmail account, I found several interesting emails
that would have to wait until Friday when I returned home.  But, one email,
a really, really good one, was from Sarah.  When I knew that I'd be coming
back here on business, I dropped her a message and asked if she were
interested in another -- lesson.  Not having heard from her before this,
I was figuring on a nice, quiet time in Chicago.

Well, guess what?

Randi:

I was away on the west coast for the past few days and just got your
message.  Of course I want to see you.  Try to keep me away!  Hee hee!
I'll be there around 7:30 tonight.  Don't order any dinner.  I'm going to
bring something for us.  My treat!

Love, Sarah Well, will wonders never cease.  Wow!  I've created a monster!
Well, not really a monster and I didn't create it.  I just brought out what
was always there.  Just as Doreen had done for me.  Well, now, I guess I'd
better get ready for work.  And, I guess I'd better pick up all my clothes
strewn all over my bedroom floor.  But, first things first.

I picked up the cell phone and dialed home.  After a moment, a
sleepy-voiced kiddie answered, "Hello, Mommy," my tiny one said, a giggle
slipping through the foggy voice.  "Are you in Chicago, yet?"

"Hi, darling.  Yes, I am, baby," I said, feeling her tiny frame through the
phone, mentally hugging her.

"I felt your hug, Mommy," she murmured, starting to wake up.  "Hug you
back."  Damn, how does she do that?

"Is Daddy taking you to school this morning?" I asked.

"Yeah.  He's coming now.  I love you, Mommy," she kissed through the phone.

"Hey, gorgeous," Ryan's voice lilted through the phone.  His deep baritone
voice still brings goose bumps to me.

"Hi, love.  You off to Washington again, right?"

"Yeah.  One of these days, I'm going to let one of the guys handle this
damn thing.  I need some quality time with my other clients or I'm going to
sink into a single-client mode.  Don't want that, especially if it's a
government client."

"We'll talk about it when I get back, lover.  I'm going to try to work
something out on my end, too," I added.

After several moments of banter, we parted, sending hugs and kisses through
the ether.  I packed up my gear and went into the bedroom to dress.
Strictly New York class, of course.  A hip- hugging black skirt, inches
above the knee with a flounce around the hem.  Topped off with a shining,
metallic gold turtleneck and, of course, a black Calvin Klein jacket.  A
single strand of Murimura pearls and assorted rings and bracelets.
Tasteful, of course.  Once again, Stella Stunning is about to strike a blow
for corporate womanhood.

As I left the hotel, my limo, a long black Lincoln, was waiting.  Walking
past a gaggle of men waiting for cabs, I took my time climbing in, letting
my skirt ride high up my thighs.  I glanced up at four staring men and
smiled sweetly, swinging my legs into the car.  Just before the door
closed, I noticed two women standing nearby, also staring.  To them, a
thrown kiss.  (Sorry.  Just couldn't resist.)

The ride took almost a half hour through thick, slightly crazy traffic.
Not like New York City, of course, but bad enough.  Eventually, we pulled
up before a large, beautiful office building, all stainless and darkened
glass, befitting the status of this client.  This was my baby, by the way.
I searched for them, catered to them and nurtured them until this deal was
struck.  I'd worked very, very hard cultivating these people, having met
most of the principles in our New York offices.  Several dinners, Yankee
(ugh!) tickets and tickets to my darling Linda's broadway show were enough
to break the ice.  Of course, a visit backstage to meet Linda and some of
her fellow dancers was the finishing touch.



My car was met by the Chief Financial Officer's assistant who graciously
helped me from the car.  Tall, well dressed and quite good looking, I
enjoyed his undisguised appraisal as we entered the building and walked to
the private elevator that led to the company's executive suite.  During the
long ride up, we made the usual small talk about Chicago weather, New York,
etc.  He was about to make his play when the doors slid open onto a
spectacular foyer.  The floors were covered with exquisite antique rugs,
familiar original artwork, antique tables and lamps and, as always, the
standard magnificent blonde receptionist.

"Good morning, Ms. Hilliard.  Welcome to Chicago," she started, rudely
taking me from my escort, her perfect, brilliantly white teeth meshing
perfectly with her manufactured nose, her white sweater beneath her red
Donna Karan jacket perfectly mounded at least 38DD breasts.  I was
conscious of her flowing sexuality and carefully, mentally scolded myself
for letting my mind wander.  I also made a mental note to remember her for
future trips to the Windy City.

Rochelle (sweet name, that) gently knocked on a door and opened it,
standing aside as I entered.  I made a note of the sweet smile tendered me
as I entered the conference room, already full of some of the most
important people in the city -- or several cities, for that matter.  The
buzz of voices ended abruptly as I made my grand entrance, immediately
making my way to the head of the table as Michael DePaelo, the company
chairman rose and walked around the huge table to greet me.  His handshake
was strong, not deliberately softened as most men do when presented to a
woman.  I like that in a man.  He'll do.

For the next three hours, I gave my best executive speech about our
company, our expertise and our responsibility for their project.  It's
going to be a very, very large very important project, with a preliminary
budget of 55 million dollars and projected for almost two years.  And, I
was responsible for bringing it into the company.  And, I liked being the
white knight!  Or, knight-ess.

Glancing around the table, I found that I was surrounded by professionals.
Thank God there were no obvious hacks here, but people who were all on the
way up and willing to do what was necessary to get there.  The problem was,
as always, to provide the appropriate leadership and get these high heads
to work with my people.  I warned them about Justine and Chen, just to be
on the safe side.  Their names, however, only engendered awe, since they
were both well published and known as the best in the business.

As I was speaking, I caught the looks in the eyes of two of the men,
lascivious glances, obviously plotting their game plans to get into my
pantaloons.  It would have been comical had their acquiescence not been so
important.  Oh, well, not the first, nor would it be the last time.  They
would just have to learn that my pussy belonged to only one man.  My man.

More interesting were the glances from two of the women.  As I've said in
the past, there is a certain -- something -- that passes between women
who have tasted of the Sapphic fount.  One was rather short and severe
looking with the kind of face and skin that looked constantly flushed.  She
seemed irritated and her frown lines indicated that it was rather constant
trait.  At this point, however, her flush was beginning to take on fire
engine redness and her eyes were glazing over.  I tried to avoid her gaze
and not appear obvious.

It was the other one, the assistant to the Chief Financial Officer that was
entirely another story.  Slightly taller than me, she had very dark hair
pulled back hard from an oval face and tied into a very attractive bun, a
white silk blouse cut very low, a pendant placed directly within her
cleavage.  As she listened attentively, she leaned forward, her breasts
showing, her eyes fixed on mine.  She was obviously going to become a
problem in the not too distant future and I would definitely have to keep a
sharp eye on her.  Or, a sharp -- something.


During lunch in a very beautiful and exclusive executive dining room, I
heard nothing but compliments about the presentation and that many were
anxious for Justine's first visit.  I warned them that she was absolutely
no-nonsense and tough, but the best.  During the afternoon session, I found
that both women had done their homework and has paid attention all morning.
Their questions were cogent, knowledgeable and extremely technical.  This
project would be in the bag, based on the level of expertise we would be
working with.  And, the black haired beauty became more comfortable and
started flirting.  Not outrageously, of course.  A shifting of position, a
stroking of her forearm with her wet fingers, the slight appearance of her
tongue sliding over her teeth (God, I love this!  Such a sense of power!).

Finally, the meeting ended with a long conference call to New York.
Justine was in fine form.  As the call ended, I heard the usual remarks
about her and smiled.  They were in for a treat.  After shaking a lot of
hands and politely begging off dinner and drinks with two somewhat deflated
guys, I said my goodbyes and left the conference room.  And, then there was
Rebecca.

Rebecca of the severely drawn hair, large, intelligent eyes, large,
petulant lower lip.  A carefully drawn corporate persona, she was,
nevertheless a very passionate person, wearing her lust on her sleeve in
unguarded moments.  As was the moment when I was getting ready to leave and
she took my hand and walked me to the elevator.  Obviously, she had waited
for the right opportunity, where no one could see us, to slip a very
special business card into my pocket.

"I hope you'll be visiting Chicago regularly, Randi," she whispered as we
waited for the elevator doors to open.

"Don't worry, Rebecca," I said, my hand stroking the softness of her cheek.
"I plan on making Chicago a special stop as soon as I can arrange my
schedule.  Have you been bisexual for long?" I asked.

"Oh, I thought you understood," she said, casting round for the right
words, "I'm not a bisexual, Randi.  I'm a lesbian.  I hope that doesn't
upset you."

"Of course not, darling.  I only have to make sure you understand my
situation.  I'm about as happily married as one could be.  As long as we
understand the ground rules, I would like to get to know you," I said,
watching her beautiful gray eyes flutter.

"Ground rules?" she asked, a quizzical look in her eyes.

"Mmm-hm.  No strings, no jealousies, just fun.  And, friendship.  Nothing
more.  I hope you understand, Rebecca.  Like I said, I'm bisexual.  With a
decided interest in women, but wholly dedicated to my husband and family.
If you can live with that, then we should have no problems," I said,
matter-of-factly, but with an intensity I hoped would come through.

"Hmmm," Rebecca murmured, reflecting.  "That sounds like a challenge,
Randi.  I like challenges." She added as the elevator door silently opened.
"You will call when you plan to return?"

I gave her my best corporate smile, tinged with just a tiny bit of lust,
just enough to start her juices flowing, but not enough to make her leap
the breach to attack me.

"Goodbye, Rebecca," I smiled and entered the elevator.

Arriving back at the hotel, I went up to my room and left a trail of
clothing, entering the bathroom stark naked.  After a long, soaking shower,
I wrapped my hair in a towel and donned my silk robe and plodded into the
bedroom.  Glancing at the clock on the desk, I saw that it was only 4:00PM.
I set the delayed alarm on my Bose for 6:00, inserted my favorite CD and
lay down on the bed.

The only light came from the shrouded window across the room as the music
filled the air, relaxation flowing through my old, tired bones.  I removed
my robe and threw it onto the floor, my legs stretched out before me,
slightly parted, my mind already working on my total relaxation ritual.

I suppose by now most of you know that I'm kind of a sexual person.  Not
exactly overt, just that I enjoy my love life and am eternally grateful
that I can enjoy it without guilt.  And, now, was my private time to enjoy.
I love to masturbate, but I only indulge my favorite when I have lots and
lots of time.  My hands remained palms down on the bed away from my body as
my mind began to wander.  I searched the categories of my mind for my
favorite fantasies, picturing women I've known, both intimately and not,
Ryan, his magnificent hard body, his broad, hairy chest, his long, thick
cock, engorged, waiting for my hands, my mouth, my cunt (there's that word,
again!).  And, also, those forbidden fantasies, things we never, ever admit
we think about.

As they played through my mind, I pictured a particular girl, one that I'd
met only on the Internet so far.  For all I knew, she was really 50 years
old and decrepit.  Or, a particularly gifted man.  But, I refused to
believe that.  I could only see her body, about 5'6", 105 pounds, 34B, 22,
33, her long flimsy blonde hair flowing over her youthful shoulders as she
strode toward me on my bed.  My surreal arms reached out to touch her
unearthly face, star into her brilliantly blue eyes, watching as her soft
lips descended closer and closer to mine.

I felt a sharp twinge in my stomach as her lips touch mine, a feathery
touch, barely meeting my lips, leaving me so hungry for so much more.  My
hands cupped her soft cheeks, luxuriating in the silkiness of her skin, my
fingers touching her high cheekbones, sifting through her corn silk hair.
My mouth opened slightly, my tongue sliding out, searching for an opening
in her lips.

The twinges were growing stronger now, my nipples hardening, burning,
aching for her hands, her mouth.  I felt my clittie itching, growing,
swelling within its sheath, my juices beginning to flow.  Still, I kept my
hands to my sides, refusing my body's demand for attention.  Even as I felt
the first electric touch of her tongue on mine, a static electric shock at
our joining, her saliva dripping from her tongue onto mine.  Her hands
gently caressed my shoulders, fingers tracing down my arms, around my
armpits, teasing the delicate, almost exposed nerve endings.  My hands slid
around her soft body, bring the full length of her on top of me, feeling
her hard nipples and breasts blend with mine, her almost nude, blonde pussy
touching my red bush, her perfectly smooth legs touching mine.  My hands
gently stroked her soft, smooth back, her hips, her soft, perfectly rounded
ass cheeks.

My body cried out in agony for my hands, my clittie, my dripping pussy, my
hard nipples, begging me for my fingers.  Touch me, they screamed at my
torture as I steadfastly refused their entreaties.  My mind became fogged
as she began to gently, slowly move down my body, her lips now surrounding
my nipples, her tongue teasing the hard tips.  Her hands enclosed my
breasts, squeezing them, rolling them around on my chest, kissing between
them, pulling them together around her face.

Slowly, her mouth slid over my tummy, kissing me, moving to my pussy.  I
felt her fingers gently spread my pussy lips, felt her breath as she
lightly blew across my distended clittie.  At the touch of her tongue at
the entrance to my body, my hips automatically began to heave, thrusting up
toward that imaginary organ, begging for her to enter my body, to drink up
all of my juices that puddled in my hole.

My body begged for my hands, pleaded with me to take my nipples between my
thumbs and forefingers, to take my clittie and twist it, squeeze it, circle
it, to plunge my fingers into my pussy, to fuck my asshole with them.  But,
my hands remained at my sides, holding fistfuls of bedsheets, as my orgasm
began to build, a painful, agonizing orgasm that would rock my body.
Higher and higher my orgasm soared as my mythical lover's tongue tore at my
pussy hole, her fingers plunging deep into my asshole.  Suddenly, I felt a
sharp, agonizing pain, an explosion deep within my body, pushing out from
my stomach, up into my pussy, my juices exploding in a spurting fountain,
my mind and soul wracked, my head shaking from side to side.  My hips were
raised well off the bed at the perfect moment of final orgasm.  With a rush
of air from my lungs, I collapsed into a heap on the bed, my pussy, stomach
and inner thighs coated with my white, thick juices.  I could feel my heart
beating like a drum, throbbing in my head.

Oh, my God, I thought.  I've got to stop doing that.  One of these days,
that's going to give me a heart attack.

The sound of the local sports channel rattling along woke me from a mild
sleep.  I stretched languidly, reaching down to touch the tacky gooies that
coated my body and headed off for my third shower of the day.

An hour later, the suite was straightened, I was clean as a whistle and my
lavender silk shorty kimono was tightly sashed around my body, the tingly
silk brushing lovingly against my skin.  I put my favorite CD on my Bose
and flicked on the local stock market review program on the TV.  I was
about to settle down to a relaxing evening when I heard the first strains
of acid rock pounding through the suite.  What the fuck is that, I
wondered?  I walked across the great room to the sliders to the huge deck
and opened them.  Immediately, the sound shattered against my ears.

I stepped out onto the deck, shivering a little at the cool early evening
air that sped along, aided by the usual Chicago winds.  The barrier between
the my balcony and that of the next door suite stood at around five feet
high and approximately two feet wide.  As I approached, the music seemed to
drop down, perhaps in deference to neighboring suites.  Still, a large
group of people were obviously enjoying a glorious party, revelers in
casual dress.  Leaning against the barrier, I watched couples dancing,
talking, some already in the throes.  Fascinating, I thought.  Not the
usual type of scene at a non-resort hotel.  Several people waved, offering
a come hither to join them.  I nodded my casual denial, tapping my wrist,
indicating I was waiting for someone.  Smiling, the dancers returned to
their enjoyment.

Suddenly, I heard the bell and dashed into the great room, closed the
sliders behind me and bounded to the door.  I opened it and watched Sarah's
chubby-face almost break open with a brilliant smile.  Standing no more
than 4'10" or so, her long brown hair swirled around her face, her large
brown eyes flashing, she reached her arms to me as a child would to her
mother.

"Hi, Sweetheart," I said, smiling broadly to her, accepting her rush to my
arms with great happiness, hugging her long and hard.  My hands were
immediately drawn to her softly rounded ass, pulling her hard against me,
kissing her cheek.  God, I remember that ass! I thought, squeezing harder.
Sarah pulled back a bit and took my face in her tiny, tiny hands and kissed
me hard on the lips.  Her tongue immediately attacked my mouth, pushing
past my lips and into the hot recesses, licking everything in sight (or
feel).

"Whoa, Love.  Slow down.  We've got all night," I laughed, prying her hands
from around my waist, leading her into the great room.  "Now, sit down and
behave," I added, sitting cross-legged the coffee table facing her.
Watching her eyes widen, I realized I wasn't wearing any panties.
Actually, I wore nothing beneath the kimono and would soon be very happy
for that little pre- arrangement.

Sarah had left her coat in her car and arrived on my doorstep clad in a
gold silk blouse that tried hard (but failed utterly) to hide her large
breasts and a very short beige skirt, displaying most of her slightly
chubby thighs.  She stared at me expectantly, waiting for me to make the
first move.  Of course, I waited for her this time, determined that this
visit not be a "Thank you", but something she really wanted.


Our first time together, her first time ever, had been a revelation to this
woman-child, something that had taken her by storm, had changed her entire
outlook on life.  No, to my knowledge, she had not become a lesbian.  Far
from it, based on several emails that had come my way.  She had kept her
date with her boyfriend and was not about to jump into anything.  I still
felt, however, that our time together had had an enormous effect on her and
I wanted to be assured that I wasn't pushing myself on her.

Damn fool that I am!  Smiling a tiny, evil grin, Sarah leaned forward and
placed her hands on my thighs, gently stroking the velvety smooth skin, her
eyes fixed on mine.  I smiled, my eyes closing for only a scant moment in
pleasure, as Sarah leaned forward.  I felt the feathery touch of her lips
on my thighs as she planted tiny, gentle kisses, her direction toward
higher ground.  I let my fingers tease her thick light chocolate hair as
her travels continued, a shiver attacking my body.  Damn! I certainly
taught her well, I thought, a sigh escaping my throat.

"I want you, Randi.  Right here, right now, I want you and everything about
you," Sarah whispered, her eyes beginning to glaze, staring into mine.  "I
was not able to do a shit of work today, just thinking about tonight.  I
just had to see if our time together was a fluke, Randi," she said, still
staring into my eyes.  "I knew it wasn't a fluke the minute I pulled up to
the hotel.  I was so anxious to get here, I almost ran up the stairs when
the elevator was late."

I leaned forward, and placed my hands on the soft smoothness of Sarah's
thighs.  She felt so warm, her thighs just a bit fleshy, yet so soft and
smooth, almost like a baby's skin.  She slid forward somewhat so that I
could better reach her as I leaned down to kiss her legs.  As my tongue
touched the softness of her body, a low moan escaped her lips, her head
back, her eyes tightly closed.  As I kissed her, Sarah opened her thighs a
little wider, exposing her bright pink panties, already soaked from her
juices.  The smell was overwhelming, delicious, delightful, enticing.  I
closed my eyes and sniffed long and hard, enjoying the rush that shuddered
through my body.  I lifted my mouth from Sara's soft thighs and moved off
the coffee table to kneel between her legs.  I took her soft face in my
hands and kissed her gently.  As my lips touched hers, I had a sudden,
exciting, yet nasty idea.  Breaking the kiss, I fixed Sarah with my best
evil smile.

"How would you like to try something different?  Something kinda kinky?" I
asked, taking her hands in mine and rising.  Sarah looked into my eyes with
an uneasy grin, but followed me as I led her out the sliders onto the
balcony.  Along the way, I grabbed the large wool throw that was on the
corner chair and spread it on the artificial carpeting.

"You're kidding," she said, her arms wrapped around herself, a tiny shiver
coursing through her body.  Smiling broadly, I dropped down on to the
blanket and reached out my hands to her.  Laughing, Sarah accepted my
invitation and knelt down beside me.  "You are so brazen, my darling
hussy," she said, leaning over to kiss me.  "What about those people next
door?  They'll hear us!" she whispered.

"Oh, do you really think so? I giggled, "Wow!  Wouldn't that be something?"
I grabbed her face and kissed her harder, letting her tongue slide between
my lips, searching for mine, finding it, stroking it, savoring my saliva.
Sarah began to groan softly, her hands reaching out to pull my face hard
into hers.

I began to undress my tiny, chubby wonder, opening her blouse and pulling
it from her skirt.  As it slipped from her shoulders, I watched the goose
bumps begin to show as the cold wind hit her naked skin.  I reached behind
her and unfastened her bra, watching it fall to her lap.  Her large, round
and delicious breasts fell, her nipples already hardened into diamond
nubbins by her lust, now augmented by the cold.  God, I just had to have
those beauties, I thought, my hands reaching up to cup them, squeezing them
as I intensified my mouth on hers.  Pinching her nipples between my thumbs
and forefingers, I urged another, louder groan from Sarah, certainly loud
enough to draw attention.  I opened Sarah's skirt and drew the zipper down.
The skirt slipped off easily as she wiggled her large, sweet ass to help
me.  She lay back, lifting her legs as I slid her soaked panties from her.
Kneeling back, I stared at the luscious little person before me, drinking
in the softness, the smooth skin, the untrimmed brown bush beckoning, tiny
droplets of come already replacing those that had left with her panties.
Sarah lifted one leg and let it slide to the side, opening her darling
little pussy to my feasting eyes.  Leaning back, I opened my kimono and let
it slide from my shoulders.  Now naked, we sat facing each other, our hands
gently caressing each other's breasts.

"Wow!  Would you look at that!" came a whispered voice behind me.  I
glanced over my shoulder to see two of the next-door neighbor's guests
leaning over the divider.  One, a wild-haired redhead, the other an almost
completely bald black woman, they were both staring wide-eyed, their eyes
caressing our bodies.  The black woman had her arm around her companion,
her eyes dazzling.

"Hmmmmm.  Hello, ladies," I said, flashing a smile.  I turned back to Sarah
and laughed.  Her eyes were wide, staring, her arms dropping over her
breasts.  I grasped her shoulders and pulled her to me, kissing her hard,
pushing my tongue deep into her mouth.  Stifling a groan, she returned my
assault on her mouth, sliding closer so that our breasts were flush against
each other, our hands caressing each other's flesh.  Behind us, I could
hear more voices as others seemed to be joining in the show.  Damn!  What a
rush!  Now I understand how a full blown exhibitionist feels.  So exciting!

"God, would you look at that!"  Glancing back again, I let out a huge laugh
as there were now at least six women watching.  "That's disgusting," came a
comment from a tall, slim woman, not exactly attractive although not really
bad.  "Then, go watch the doors so none of the guys gets out here.  If you
can tear your eyes away, that is," the black girl laughed.

Smiling, I returned to my Sarah, gently pushing her onto her back and
sliding my body fully atop hers.  Our breasts and pussies were flush
against each other.  I kissed her again, tasting the tanginess of her
mouth, feeling her body heat up despite the cool air.  Slowly, I began to
slide down Sarah's body, my lips everywhere, touching her breasts, sucking
on her nipples, biting them, flicking my tongue against her taut tips.  I
moved further down, kissing her hips, moving closer and closer to her
glistening, tufted pussy.  I felt her hands on me, stroking my back, my
arms, my breasts, my ass, my . . .

Hey!  Where are all these hands . . . I raised my head to see three of the
women kneeling beside us, stroking both our bodies.  Glancing behind me, I
watched, amazed, as two more hopped over the divider and approached.
Laughing, I looked down at Sarah and watched her begin to smile, giving
herself over to the myriad hands that touched every part of our joined
bodies.  I returned to my work, kissing along the outline of her pussy
hair, my tongue tracing the slit, drinking up the now-flowing juices from
her cunt (Damn, I love that word!).

Two hands, one white, the other, black, slid in along side my mouth and
pulled Sarah's cunt lips open, exposing her swollen red clittie.
Immediately, my teeth closed around the nubbin, chewing on it, my tongue
teasing the tip as it slipped from its protective sheath.  Sarah screamed
again in ecstatic pain as my teeth teased her clittie and at the touch of
so many hands now squeezing her breasts, mouths chewing on her nipples.
Now, ten hands were caressing our writhing bodies as I thrust my tongue
deep into her pussy hole, drinking down the come that poured from her as
her first orgasm of the night exploded in her body.

I felt hands stroking my ass cheeks, squeezing them, lightly slapping them,
spreading them open, the night air blowing against my puckered hole.  I
thrust my ass back at whoever happened to be in the way and felt the
softness of lips on my cheeks, kissing, licking.  I lost all control as
fingers thrust into my pussy, soon replaced by lips, a long, hard thrusting
tongue.  My first orgasm of the night exploded from my body, my come
flowing like a river into a very receptive mouth.  Shaking, I crawled
around over Sarah, my knees resting on either side of her face.  Slowly, I
lowered my pussy over her cherubic face, groaning loudly at the touch of
her tongue as it entered me.  I watched as the bald black woman lowered her
face to Sarah's pussy, watched as her long, thick tongue slid into her like
a cock.  I watched her eyes and realized that that was the same tongue that
had blown me away just a moment before.  I slid my body down fully atop
Sarah's, my mouth now alongside the black girl's, letting my tongue slide
into the pussy along side hers.  As our tongues met within Sarah's pussy, I
felt, rather than heard Sara's scream of passion as my pussy swallowed her
words.  Her mouth redoubled its efforts as she screamed another brutal
orgasm into me.  As Sarah heaved beneath me, my tongue and that of my new
black friend met.  I tasted Sarah's juices and my own on her tongue, as our
touching eventually morphed into a long, deeply sexual kiss, my tongue
laving hers, the insides of her hot mouth.  We maintained that kiss for a
long time, replacing our tongues within Sarah's cunt with our fingers.

Breaking the kiss, I smiled at her beautiful African features.  "Hi, my
Nubian Beauty.  Welcome to our party," I whispered.

"Mmmm.  Thank you for inviting me," she whispered back just before reaching
out to drag my face back to hers, our kiss now one of knowing and
seduction.  "My name is Nabia," she whispered as we broke the kiss.  "I
work at the hotel, in reservations.  I'm so glad you're staying with us.
If there is anything I can do to make your stay a happier experience,
please, don't hesitate . . ."

I grabbed her face and kissed her again, our faces hovering over Sarah's
body as a new face appeared between her wide spread thighs.  Her hands were
now pressing my ass to bring my cunt more firmly over her thrusting tongue.
Breaking the kiss, Nabia smiled and crawled around behind me.  I leaned
down and began to kiss the soft cheeks, the fire engine red hair of the
face that was now buried between Sarah's thighs.

Suddenly, I knew who was behind me, above Sarah's sucking mouth.  My ass
cheeks were gently spread and a monster tongue touched my asshole and
slowly, inevitability entered my rectum.

"Eeeeeeeeek!" I screamed, louder than I wanted to under the circumstances,
shocked at the size and dexterity of her entrance.  My God, what is she
doing to me?  My God, she's driving me insane! I thought, wondering if she
were a transvestite pushing a cock in there.  Her tongue was so big, as
long as a garden snake and moving like a worm all over the place.
Thrusting my ass back to meet her mouth, Sarah had to grasp my hips to keep
my pussy locked to her face.

"Come, come, come."  The whispered words began to flow through my mind,
words so softly spoken they were felt more than heard.  Now, a second voice
joined in the chant, then a third and another and another.  We were
surrounded by women urging us on, so sensuous, so explosive, augmented by
the touch of hands everywhere.  On my ass, my back, squeezing Sarah's and
my titties, pinching our nipples, simply stroking our soft, smooth flesh.
As though in an Elysian field, surrounded by shrouded nymphs, my brain
listened to, and accepted, the constant chant, my synapse sparking signals
in my brain.  Stars sparkles behind my eyes, fireworks were going off all
around me and, as the black woman behind me thrust a final, unbelievably
deep stroke into my clutching asshole, I exploded into a monstrous orgasm,
pumping a copious flow of come into Sarah's sucking mouth.  In the throes
of ecstasy, I pushed the redhead out of the way and thrust my tongue deep
into Sarah's pussy, feeling her explode once again, joining me, letting her
juices flow over my tongue and fill my mouth.


I collapse atop Sarah's body, our faces resting along side each other's
pussies, hands and faces gently covering our sated bodies.  Moments later,
I gently slid from Sarah's body and lay beside her, my body heaving in the
marvelous, warm afterglow.  As my eyes opened, I gazed up at five very
attractive faces hovering above us, all with smiling faces and flashing
eyes.  It was only then that I realized that, with the exception of my
Nubian love, they were all dressed alike, their uniforms designating their
airline.

"Wow," I whispered.  "Is that what it means to fly United?" I said, to
gales of laughter.  "Well, we do tend to stick together, especially with
all that sticky goo you two have provided for us," the redhead offered.
"I'm Renata."

"I'm Randi and this darling friend is Sarah," I said, gently pulling Renata
down to kiss her lips.

"Mmmmmmmmm," Renata sighed.  "Such a tasty greeting."

As we all exchanged names, Sarah lay there, her astonishment obvious.  "Can
anyone tell me what truck hit me?" she said, shaking hear head.  "Me," the
redhead said, leaning down to kiss her soft lips.  "And, me," Nabia added,
leaning over her, her long powerful tongue sliding between Sara's lips.
One by one, the other girls leaned over her, kissing her.  Finally, I
leaned over Sarah and kissed her once again, then standing and lifting her
to her feet.  It was only then that we both notice our added audience of
four women leaning over the barrier.  I led Sarah over to them and gave
each a soft kiss of introduction, including two who, by their nametags,
were airline captains.

Now, that's an airline I could really love.

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