The Job Seeker

[Miltone]

Chazz

He wasn’t sure whether it was the wine or the magnificent weather or the unexcelled company that he had enjoyed, but Chazz knew that this day had no equal. When the day had begun, he hadn’t expected to end up in his pool with anyone else much less these two lovely ladies, one, his steadfast friend and editor, and the other, his newly hired assistant. As in the color and shape and texture of their bodies and personalities they were as unalike as could be, yet they both fascinated Chazz. He had never shared with Marise more than a long business-like dinner and a couple bottles of wine. All right, maybe more than just a couple bottles, but never anything close to this level of intimacy. With Randi, he had never seemingly known anything but intimacy. From the moment they had met there seemed to be a mutual need to become something more than just an employer and employee.

“Wanna play?” Marise responded, wading through the pool toward Randi. “Only if you show me all the rules. I want to make sure that I understand everything before I play.”

“Come on, Mare. What is there to explain?” Chazz called out. He reached for Marise’s hand and pulled her off the step fully into the shallow end of the pool. Marise seemed hesitant as he pulled her slender naked body into the water. “Now you can’t tell me that you haven’t played Twister before?”

“Of course I have!” came the defiant response. “Lot’s of times.”

“Sooo …” Chazz replied, maneuvering Marise out into the pool where all three faced one another, circling in the pool, their naked bodies shimmering in the glow of the underwater lights. “I guess the only question is who goes first. Since you’re the guest, Mare, I guess you would go first.”

“Okay,” she answered shyly, not surprisingly moving through the water toward Randi and placing her hand fully on Randi’s cheek. The two women exchanged a look that sent a shuddering thrill up and down Chazz’s spine. Randi’s eyes flickered over to Chazz then back to Marise. Without a second glance, Randi reached over under the water toward Chazz and grasped his largely erect cock, forcing him to stifle a heavy groan.

With his eyes on Marise, Chazz reached toward her, his hand finding her small firm breast. Her reaction, a flirty little tossing of her head backwards, a flashing of her large brown eyes, and a shy little gasp surprised him.

“We are getting off to a great start,” Marise said in a husky voice, deepened as Chazz’s hand squeezed her breast gently and his thumb toyed with her nipple. “My turn isn’t it?”

“Yes … it is,” Randi answered.

Marise gazed at Randi then at Chazz as if deciding. Then she moved closer to Randi and pressed her breast up against Randi’s. Chazz watched closely as their bodies came together. With her one hand firmly grasping Chazz’s stiff cock, Randi let her other hand drop down through the water and come to rest on Marise’s pussy. Chazz could feel Marise flinch as Randi’s fingers stroked her sex while his hand remained on her breast. They had closed together in the water. Chazz put his hand on Randi’s ass, his fingers insinuating themselves down into the crack of her butt, pressing his pinky against the tight bud of her ass and the rest against the slit of her pussy.

“Oh!” Randi gasped, tightening the grip she held on his cock.

Then Marise leaned forward and bending her head down brought her lips to bear on Randi’s neck. Randi looked toward Chazz and craned her head up toward his, pressing her lips against his, her tongue darting out to pry between his willing lips. Their bodies were close now, legs brushing against legs, hands touching and stroking, mouths kissing and sucking. When Chazz’s fingers pushed into both of Randi’s entrances, she groaned and lost her footing, her hand slipping away from Marise.

“Ah, ah, ah, little missy,” Marise hissed. “That counts as a slip.”

“But it was his fault,” Randi protested, shooting a playfully accusatory look at Chazz. “He made me do it.”

“Hey, I’m innocent,” Chazz remarked with a shrug of his shoulders, a move that drove his fingers deeper into her, eliciting a sharper moan of pleasure from Randi.

“So what do you think, Charles?” Marise asked. “The punishment should fit the crime.”

“Yes, it should,” Chazz replied, twisting his fingers deeper inside her. “What do you say that she should, oh, I don’t know … maybe find someway to pleasure us?”

“Hmm,” Marise hummed. She grinned broadly when seeing the look on Randi’s young face. “I think we should be more specific, Charles.” She leaned toward Randi’s ear and whispered loudly, “I think you should suck his cock, just like you were doing in the kitchen earlier.”

“But that is hardly punishment,” Randi replied. “I like the feel of his cock in my mouth.”

“Then show me again,” Marise answered.

The trio moved toward the steps, Chazz coming to sit on the edge of the pool, Randi sitting on the first step and Marise beside her. Randi used her hand to guide Chazz’s fully erect manhood to her mouth taking him inside her slowly and surely. As she began to work her tongue and mouth on Chazz’s cock, Marise boosted Randi’s butt up from the water, bringing her shaven little twat to her mouth. As Marise began to kiss and lick her pussy as only another woman can, Randi channeled the resulting tingling sensations into the way she pleasured Chazz’s cock with her hands and mouth. He growled and groaned as she took him deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his thick hard shaft feverishly, her hands fondling his balls and stroking that part of him that didn’t fit into her mouth.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

Was it really possible that she’d known Chazz for just a little over a week? She felt so incredibly comfortable, in his office, in his house, in his arms. She felt the burn of color in her cheeks at the thought. The soft banter between him and his editor was endearing, his cajoling tone and the gentle twist of a grin at his lips drawing her thoughts elsewhere.

As unalike as Mari and Randi were, physically, it was quickly apparent that they were very much alike in a couple of other ways. While the sensual tension washed over the three of them from the moment they entered the pool, Randi found the laughter, the quick, witty innuendo and the anticipation forming a rapport that breathed with a life of its own amongst them.

They gathered in a circle, the soft touch of Mari’s hand on her cheek surprising her. She’d assumed that Mari, knowing Chazz for years, would have touched him first. The heat created in that touch brought their eyes together, a slow, languorous look that promised more…much, much more. Mari’s fingers caressed her cheek.

She’d reached out for Chazz without a conscious thought, feeling arousal emanating from him like a magnet. Her hand found him without dropping Mari’s gaze, the full, pulsing throb of him beneath her fingers sending a tremor of heat licking at her body, her nipples responding pertly, watching Mari’s eyes widen at the obvious hunger in her eyes.

The feel of Mari’s breast against hers, the inviting warmth of the blonde’s sex opening willingly beneath Randi’s invading fingers…She’d bitten her lip, reveling in the response from her own eager pussy and the light touch of Chazz’s fingers, teasing her smaller, most sensitive entrance, taunting her sex with light caresses.

By the time Randi touched her lips to his, she’d forgotten the game, her senses writhing beneath the eroticism of the moment. His tongue played with hers darting lightly between her open lips, spilling a soft moan from her, pressing deeper into the warm wet depths of her mouth and slowly, slowly creating an erotic rhythm. His fingers, slipping shockingly into her most intimate flesh, taking both entrances at the same time took her by surprise, the hunger blossoming in her belly a living flame.

She groaned, loudly, as her foot slipped from beneath her. The movement forced her down harder on Chazz’s questing fingers, feeling him fill her deeply, his cock jumping in her hand at her groan. A sensual shiver, an electrical current, encompassed the three of them.

“That counts as a slip,” Mari’s voice, husky against her throat.

They’d laughed together, Randi blaming Chazz. Mari’s chosen punishment brought a clear image of her intent, hungry face in the kitchen, watching Randi’s mouth engulfing his rampant erection, working it with long, deep eager strokes…. a shudder floods her as she follows Chazz to the edge of the pool.

Settling on her knees on the first step she leaned down over the lithe muscles of his thighs, delighting in the rampant jut of his masculinity before her. The feel of the pulsing veins, the hard press of him beneath her fingertips as she guided him into her mouth had her squeezing her inner muscles in response, her lips descending on the full swell of his knob. The soft breathy moan behind her prepared her for Mari’s intent and she eased her muscles, spreading her thighs wide to the impatient mouth that descended, licking and biting as it teased her sex.

She felt Chazz’s tension beneath her treble, her own soft moans vibrating against his shaft as she thrust the recesses of her mouth and throat down, coaxing him further and further. Her thumbs, teasing the very base of his cock, her fingers caressing, rhythmically, the swell of his balls, her own rhythm based on the intent strokes of Mari’s tongue.

Time stopped, Mari’s questing lips and tongue spreading her wide, licking over the sensitive folds of her labia, teasing the swollen hood of her clit, nudging the eager little nub to new heights of sensation. Chazz’s moans and Randi’s own harsh pants between strokes blend in an erotic harmony with the rhythmic slap and slurp of Mari’s mouth.

The first gentle probe of her pussy made her tense the achingly tender stroke along quivering muscles like heaven, the following plunges, strong, deep and rhythmic a whole other universe. The wet slap of Mari’s face against her thighs, Mari’s whimper as Randi’s cunt muscles tense, gripping her tongue…

Resoundingly, the crack of Mari’s hand against one firm cheek shocked everyone, pausing in their movements for a moment. She’d raised her eyes to Chazz, her body and spirit responding voraciously to the intimate slap, and watched his eyes narrow, focused on her reaction with an intensity that left her gasping.

“Please, Mari…” her plea brought a soft chuckle from the blonde.

“You liked that, didn’t you, Randi?” gone the hesitant, modest woman, her tone all playful, seductive taunt. The hand came down once more, echoing about them as Randi shivered between them, her breath caught in her chest, achingly aroused.

“Yes, Mari…please,” her own voice has sunk to a low, husky pleading note, spreading her knees wide against the cool surface of the step, wriggling her butt, imploring the woman behind her for more.

“Wrap your lips around him like you can’t let go, Randi. Suck him until he arches beneath you, until his hips buck to meet your mouth,” her words spill from her with a fury of sensuality that brooks no argument.

Randi’s lips engulf the head, sucking lightly before sliding down his shaft, pressing her full, bottom lip hard against the underside of his shaft with each stroke.

“Good girl,” Mari’s fingers dropped intimately against Randi’s aching snatch, the flat of her hand running lightly over swollen labia, pausing for a moment to taunt the dripping entrance before stroking the tips of her fingers over the pulsing, hungry little nub of her clit. “So you like to be spanked? I’m going to spank your pussy, Randi.”

Thank God she’d warned her, the flat of Mari’s hand slapping not so lightly against her distended clit. Randi kept her rhythm, feeling the tension in the masculine body beneath hers, sensing his recognition of the burning throb that flooded her with each slap.

Mari herself found a rhythm that drove all thought out of the Randi’s head, alternating between the throbbing hunger of her clit and the dripping wetness of her cunt, each slap resounding like an encore between them.

Breathless, sobbing with the intensity of her own ardor she bucked backwards with each stroke, the seal of her lips around Chazz’s cock creating a suction with each retreat, opening and pulling him further with each forward buck. She felt him stiffen beneath her, his hips arching bringing him even more fully into her mouth.

The sudden pull from behind, as Mari’s hands wrapped around her thighs brought her flailing backwards, separating her contact with Chazz at nearly the crucial moment, her primal scream of savage disbelief sputtering incoherently into the water as she submerged. Coming up for air, sputtering beneath Chazz’s firm grip in front and Mari’s from behind, her breasts heaving, pussy aching for release she glances at the smiling faces around her, coloring to the roots of her hair.

“Now what?” the words are a breathy whisper.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

“Now what?” Marise asked, her voice gilded with a lot of lust and a touch of laughter. “Now what? I think—correct me on this, Charles—but I think you should eat my pussy, Randi … you do want to don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” Randi answered quickly.

“I concur, Marise,” Chazz added. He eyed the young beauty suspended at the edge of the pool, her shoulders resting on his legs, her own shapely legs splayed on either side of Marise, her breasts jiggling delightfully as her chest heaved deeply.

Marise sat on the edge of the pool while Randi tried to reset herself. Chazz helped to guide her around so that she stood now on a lower step with her nose pointing toward Marise’s lightly trimmed pussy. He moved behind her, grasping her hips and slipping his long hard cock between her legs. He could feel the folds of her sex, freshly warmed from her spanking, yield to the hardness of his member as he rubbed the head back and forth. He could feel her body quiver as he toyed with her pussy, running the head of his cock over her clit then dragging it down along her gash and up between the cheeks of her ass. Back and forth he worked his cock again and again; her moans and sighs grew louder and more profane.

“Oh, fuck, Chazz!” she cried out. “Oh, fuck!”

Then he saw Marise’s long slender fingers weaving through Randi’s dark wet hair, drawing the young woman’s mouth toward her aching eager pussy. Marise spread her legs apart and raised her feet up to rest on the edge of the pool. He could tell from the motion of both women that they both were enjoying it immensely. He could hear Randi humming and moaning as she lapped at Marise’s pussy, her head bobbing up and down. Marise let go of Randi’s head and leaned back onto the pool deck, her blonde head tossed back, her back arching, her firm little breasts pointing upward appealingly.

“That’s it, baby!” Marise cried out, placing her hand on Randi’s head again, guiding her up and down. “Eat my pussy … oh, fuck, yeah!”

Chazz rubbed his cock against Randi’s hot wet twat more firmly, letting the moisture coat his firm rod. When he brought the tip to her entrance once more, he thrust his hips forward and felt the head slip just inside, bringing a muffled groan from Randi.

“Fuck me, Chazz!” Randi called out, lifting her head up for a moment. Then Marise guided her head back down and Chazz began to work his cock in and out of her slowly, matching the rhythm she was using on Marise. Randi clenched her pussy tightly around his member as he thrust it deep inside her and drew it out almost all the way each time. His hand reached around to finger her needy little clit bringing a whole new round of muffled moans from her mouth.

“You like my pussy, baby?” Marise asked her. “Huh? Do you like my old fat pussy?”

“Mmm, mmm,” Randi hummed. “It … it’s … a beautiful … sweet pussy!”

“Oh, Charles!” Marise crowed. “Wherever did you find this girl?” When Randi lowered her head back down, Marise let her head fall back again and groaned loudly.

In the glow of the pool lighting, Chazz could see the flush of arousal spread over Marise’s neck and chest. Her nipples were taut and erect and her face glazed over with lust. Chazz kept at his long slow strokes deep inside Randi. As she began to pick up the pace on Marise, he followed along. When she whirled her head back and forth wildly between Marise’s legs, Chazz smacked her on the ass. He felt her pussy clench him tighter and a low groan slipped out past her busy lips. He smacked the other cheek and her body quivered visibly. With a couple more smacks, warm red welts began to appear on her ass, and her body began to rock and shake crazily.

Consumed by the sight before him, Chazz began to thrust harder and faster. His balls were slapping against Randi’s clit, his belly smacking her ass, his hands reaching around to cup her breasts, squeezing them, pinching and pulling and twisting her nipples until she lifted her head and cried out.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, yeah!” Randi cried out, then she took a deep breath and buried her face back down between Marise’s legs.

“Oh, yeah, baby! Fuck me with your tongue! Oh, fuck yeah!” Marise howled.

As Marise ground her hips up against Randi’s face, Chazz could see great waves of pleasure ripple through her body. He grasped Randi’s ass with both hands and drove his cock into her as deep as he could, slamming against her wantonly feeling his own orgasm surging up from deep within. Randi was arching and humping her body against him. Just when he felt her begin to cum, he placed a finger near the tight little bud of her ass and probed inside.

“Ohmigod!” Randi screamed. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!”

Chazz felt her pussy seize up around his cock, gripping as tight as a strong fist, milking his climax from him. He felt the heat of his cum surge up from his balls, churning every inch of its trip though his body before exploding deep inside Randi’s cunt. With each forward thrust, his legs tensed as he felt another load shoot into her body, now trembling with pleasure. Animal-like growls came from his mouth as he emptied himself into her.

“Jesus! Fuck, yes!” Chazz growled.

Randi kissed her way up along Marise’s body, suckling each heaving breast, and then kissing her fully on the mouth. Then she stood up and leaned back against Chazz, catching him off balance and sending them both tumbling back into the pool. He kept his arms around her as his feet found the bottom and he stood with her lithe body still impaled on his stout cock. His hands held her breasts and his lips found her ear.

“I call this my employee ‘punishment and reward’ program,” he chuckled as her body continued to tremble.

“Damn! I don’t care what you call it, Charles,” Marise said, a hand idly rubbing her pussy for a moment. “I may have to get my own personal assistant and launch my own special program.” She slipped off the edge of the pool and sauntered down the stairs to join Randi and Chazz in the water.

The three embraced, a sort of Randi sandwich on Marise and Chazz bread. Unexpectedly Marise and Chazz kissed, a deep sensuous kiss that made Marise shake her head.

“Gees, I see why you like kissing on this guy,” Marise laughed. “He’s a pretty good kisser.”

“And a couple other things too,” Randi added.

“Oh, come on, girls,” Chazz said modestly. “It’s all due to the inspiration of you two lovelies.”

“You’re sweet, Charles,” Marise said patting his cheek.

The trio soon climbed from the pool and toweled off. They sat around naked except fro their towels for an hour or so, warming up with another glass of cognac and the small fire Chazz built in the Chiminera. Finally Marise began to stir.

“I should not have had that last glass of cognac,” she mumbled, almost apologetically.

“You always say that,” Chazz replied.

“But this time … I … I … I mean it.” She stumbled over her words. “God, I am so happy for you, Chaaarles.”

“How so?”

“You have all this,” Marise said, waving her hand around the deck pointing out the house and garage and the incomparable view. “While I go back to my little postage stamp deck in the valley, and my fleeting glimpse of something … big … and wonderful … and an empty bed.”

“Are you all right, kiddo?” Chazz asked as Marise’s head lowered.

“Yeah, I’m all right,” she answered.

“What’s the matter?” Randi asked, reaching her hand over to take Marise’s. “You look so sad.”

“Story of my life, honey,” Marise said, her voice dull with wine and disillusionment. “Always a bridesmaid, never a bride … besides, you don’t see too many dyke brides in the society pages these days.”

“But that’s changing a little isn’t it?” Randi interjected.

“You know what I mean,” Marise said waving her hand back and forth. “I need to get going anyway.”

Marise struggled to her feet and looked around for her clothes.

“Why don’t you stay here,” Chazz offered.

“Nah, I need to get home,” Marise said, trying unsuccessfully to step into her white lace panties.

“I won’t hear of it,” Chazz said, going to her side and reaching out for her arm. “That’s a steep twisting drive down to the valley and you’re in no shape to drive.”

“I just feel so out of it,” Marise said as she rose from the table and leaned toward the gate. “I need to go and leave you two …”

“No, don’t,” Randi said, getting up and extending her arm around her.

Despite Marise’s protests, Randi and Chazz escorted her into the house and up into the guest room. It was a large semicircular room with a custom king sized bed and low modern furnishings. They helped Marise into bed and when she began to protest, Randi climbed onto the bed beside her.

“Here, I’ll lay with you for a while.”

Chazz watched as the two women snuggled up together and fell silent. Then he went back downstairs to collect their clothing and his robe. He shut down the lights and went back inside. Folding up their clothes, well, sort of, he turned down the lights in the room. In the dim bluish glow of the moon Chazz looked at the two women together on the bed. He thought of heading down the hall to his own room, but then slipped off his robe and climbed in beside Randi. For a moment he thought she might have been sleeping, but then she reached down between her legs and grabbed his long flaccid cock and tucked it up next to her pussy.

“Mmm,” Randi hummed as she clamped her legs together, trapping his proud but spent manhood.

Chazz nuzzled near her ear and kissed her. It wasn’t long until he had fallen asleep.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

She awakened early, just before dawn, slipping from between the warm embrace of her two lovers with a quiet determination. Her long legs showed the marks of last nights intimacy starkly; dark bruises on her thighs and calves where their eager, hungry movements had caused her quick and unacknowledged contact with the steps or the side of the pool. Brightly pink, her knees showed the painful caress of the cement beneath her, shading to dark, angry red in some spots.

Randi’s fingers caressed the more tender areas lovingly, the soft aching pain of each touch sublimating in the alchemy of pain into pleasure with the rerun of the images of last night in her mind. She shuddered, enjoying the quiet review as she sipped the aromatic coffee from the cup in her hand. You never knew what life would bring…the old adage about lemons popped into her mind, bringing a wry smile as she hopped down off the chair, her nude, graceful body completely at home in the elegant surroundings as she headed into the office.

Turning on the pc she quickly opened a file she’d been working on in her free time, her mind filled to overflowing with thoughts and sequences that would fit well in the growing adventure that filled the screen. Nearly two hours later she found herself glancing at the clock in amazement, saving the file and scurrying out of the office and back into the kitchen.

Pouring three cups of coffee, she walked slowly back down the hallway to the guest bedroom, stopping quietly in the doorway. The glow of adoration that filled her eyes would have embarrassed her, had they been awake, her blue eyes shining with a sense of camaraderie and rapport that came to a rare few couplings such as this. She liked these people…more than just enjoyed the sex she really liked them. Who they were, the little bit that she knew on their outlooks on life…she was incredibly comfortable with both of them.

Quietly setting the cups down next to the bed she eased her form in next to Chazz, spooning up against his back, wafting the steamy aroma of the cups contents in his direction. Her eyes caressed is face, innocent as a child in the depths of sleep and watched as his green eyes opened, a small, pulse throbbing smile on the corner of his lips as his hand sought the warmth of her flesh.

“You sure do know how to show a girl a good time, sir,” dropping her lips to his in a soft kiss of adoration, her eyes gleaming. Then she leaned across his prone body, her fingers playing softly with the hair on his chest, her lips descending on the rosy peak of Mari’s right breast, watching the woman’s eyes open, alert and a little hesitant.

“Thank you, Mari…for making the night just….perfect,” her soft words and small smile flow between them as their eyes locked together. Randi watched the hesitation flow out of the blonde’s gaze and grinned back at her with an impish grin.

“I’m sure ya’ll,” her voice dropped into deep Texas drawl for a moment, “have plenty to do today. But it sure is a pretty day to go play…do you know, I’ve seen very little of this area in the time that I’ve been here?” By the end of the sentence, had she known it, she’d become the epitome of a wistful young twelve year old. “Coffee?”

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

“In a minute,” Chazz said as he felt the softness of Randi’s body press against his. “But I have a taste for something else.” He cradled her face in his hands and brought her mouth close to his. Her lush lips parted expectantly. When he brushed his dampened lips over hers, Randi’s eyes flickered closed and he felt her body fall limp against him. He kissed her deeper and harder, awakening in both of them a desire that had yet to be quenched.

“You two …” Marise said, kicking the sheets down and rolling toward the edge of the bed. Sitting up she reached for a cup of coffee and took a sip. “I am so not ready today,” she groaned, set the coffee back down on the nightstand and fell back to the comfort of the sheets, still warmed from her sleep. When she rolled her head toward Chazz and Randi, they were still kissing ravenously, rapaciously, and relentlessly. Her hand slipped down over her tanned belly and found the cleft of her sex filled with the hunger of early morning. She rolled partway onto her side, fascinated and aroused by the scene playing out beside her on the bed.

With his hands gently guiding her, Chazz took Randi’s mouth on a tour of his body from his shoulders and neck to his hard little man nipples, from his chest down over his rippling abdomen toward his belly. Her body shimmied down over his, until she settled between his legs. “Hmm, looks like there is someone else for you to say good morning to,” Chazz cracked as the swollen pink head of his cock came into view.

Randi sighed softly blowing a warm stream of her breath over his belly before grasping his stiff manhood and bringing toward her tongue. With a series of light flicking licks, she elicited a twitching groan from Chazz, his body stirring gently, his hips rocking slowly. Then she engulfed him, slowly guiding her mouth down along his shaft. Chazz twisted his fingers through the black silk of her hair, feeling the verve and energy as she moved her head up and down, sucking and licking and humming. When he happened to glance over toward Marise, her eyes were fixed on Randi, her hand working feverishly between the spread of her legs.

Randi stroked and licked him, her tongue pirouetting down around the full rosy sac between his thighs. Chazz could feel an urgency to her touch and her kiss, one that blossomed when she moved up to straddle his hips, her glorious body rising up on her knees as she angled his engorged cockhead toward her all too willing sex. For a shuddering moment she squatted poised above him, their hungry sexes barely mingling. Then she swallowed him inside the warm wet velvet of her womb and began to rock up and down.

Chazz could see the instant puckering of her aureoles as she turned on, her clit rubbing against his shaft with each down stroke, her ass slapping against his thighs, her sighs falling husky and deep. His hands glided over her body, cupping her breasts, taunting her nipples, grasping her shoulders. She leaned down to let him suckle her breasts, then rose up and bounced wildly atop him, her body fluid and burning in its movement. He let her go and watched as her climax mounted, assisting with a selective rocking of the hips and some choice thrusting of his cock. When he saw the tremors of orgasm begin to ripple through her, she collapsed down onto his chest and he pumped his body into her, pushing her firmly over the edge with a couple of swift smacks on her ass.

“Oh, god! Fuck me! Fuck meee! Fuck meee!” she screamed as her body trembled and shook and Chazz craned up his hips to keep himself buried deep inside her.

“Oh, jesus god!” Marise cried out. Her hand was lodged deep between her legs, clamped tightly together as she joined Randi in a heaven of sexual release. “Oh, fuck … fuck … fuck!”

Chazz held onto Randi tightly until her breathing returned near to normal. She lifted her head up and gazed down at him with heavy lidded eyes.

“But lover, you didn’t … did you?” she whispered.

“Didn’t have to,” Chazz replied. “Didn’t want to … not yet, anyway. It’s still early in the day and I have some work to do.”

“But doesn’t it … won’t it … hurt?” she asked, her voice falling into a charmingly innocent Texas drawl as her hand crept down to fondle his balls.

“Let’s just say that I like saving up for later,” Chazz chuckled. “It’s a long day …”

The two lovers lie intertwined for several moments longer. But when Marise announced that she had a ten o’clock down in the valley and needed to move, Chazz offered to prepare breakfast. With a final loving kiss for Randi, he slipped from the bed and grabbed his robe. The two lovely women, lie reclined on the rumpled sheets, their bodies rosy and warmly inviting, something that wasn’t lost on him as his cock persisted in jutting out proudly between the folds of his robe. The girls giggled as he tried to cover himself but only made the view more comical with the tent he created.

“Looks like I have to leave you two to your own devices so this monster can relax,” Chazz remarked, before leaving the room. It wasn’t until he had started preparing some fruit for breakfast that his erection began to subside, Of course his remembrances of the night before didn’t help any and he tried to turn his mind toward thoughts of his book and the progress he wanted to make on that today. He had toast and fruit, bagels and juices set out by the time Randi and Marise came downstairs. He was so glad to see them talking and laughing together like old friends. When he began to think about just what had happened upstairs, he felt a familiar twinge between his legs and he had to banish the thought.

“So you want to see some of the sights?” Chazz asked, as they sat down for a quick breakfast. Randi nodded. “I’ve got some work to do this morning, but would be glad to show you around this afternoon.”

“I’m all booked the next couple of days,” Marise mentioned. “But I’ll have some time later in the week. Besides I’m sure that you would rather go shopping with me than Chazz. I know all the shops and he would just lurk around making wisecrack about being bored.”

“Hey! I resent that!” Chazz retorted with a good-natured laugh. “I happen to have very good taste in women’s attire and have been known to enjoy a good shopping spree almost as much as a gay blade … almost.” He looked over at Randi and grinned. Her dark hair was freshly brushed and even without a drop of makeup she looked spectacular. It was a look that he could get very used to seeing in the morning.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

“I have a taste for something else,” the husky tone of his voice made her shiver. She loved the determination in his voice, so clear, non-invasive and knowing. The feel of his mouth on hers, whether sweet, light and teasing or heavy and demanding made her senses scream.

She found herself listening to him, to the nuances in his tone, to the smallest hints of his body language, to a degree and an intensity that was breathtakingly new to her. To sense and escalate his arousal, searching for that next special touch the next exquisite nibble that would bring him higher, make him shudder for her just a little bit harder, had become her mission.

A soft blush of color highlights her cheeks for a moment as she remembers her wanton abandon, screaming for him to fuck her, fuck her, fuck her. Unbeknownst to him those sweetly raunchy phrases had never come naturally to her…in fact; they rarely came out of her mouth at all and prior to Chazz only under duress and usually at the end of a whip. Her charming Texas drawl when she’d ask him if it wouldn’t…hurt…had hidden a wealth of embarrassment at discussing the subject.

That Mari was comfortable enough this morning to play with them, even briefly, added a sweet touch of triumph to her morning, balanced by the subtle sense of unfulfillment with Chazz declining to meet her sensual frenzy. She knew it was silly, understood the physiology behind it but there was still a sense of disappointment…her disappointing him…despite his obvious pleasure in the events of the morning. Then again, it would add a heightened sense of…expectation…to their day.

“I have a deep, dark confession that goes against everything you have ever believed about the fairer sex,” she couldn’t resist the impish grin as she watched the fleeting concern darken his earthy, sensual eyes. After Mari left for her appointment she’d spun around in desperation, placing her hands on his shoulders, gazing intently at him.

“Umm…you’re not going to tell me you’re a man, are you Randi?” a merry gleam began to replace the concern, his hand reaching out to fondle her breasts, teasing their peaks to hardness.

“Who else would know how to suck cock as well as I do, lover?” the imp in Randi knew no bounds, her voice falling deep into a husky mock baritone register that was almost shocking. His fingers clamp down on one aching nip, twisting cruelly, an all out grin painting his lips, her own echoing it radiantly. “But that’s not it, my love. I hate…with a passion…shopping.” Her own small hand slipped over his, pressing his fingertips harder against her tender flesh, her lips forming a silent “please” even as her big blue eyes, widened in faux terror, gazed up at his.

She was aware that her reaction to his hard finger’s caress had affected him in a delicious manner, his robe once again tenting out between them, her fingers reaching down to taunt the engorged head of his magnificent cock as it peeked out from the robes restraining folds. She heard the quick intake of breath, felt the renewed pressure of his fingers achingly tight slip from one nip to the other, her mind slipping into a soft chant, “God yes…God yes”, her fingertips following his rhythm.

“Don’t like shopping? Impossible! The exception to the rule, Randi, or... Show me!” His lips twitched, repressing the grin that would impair the severity of his tone, his eyes intent on hers.

Her heart skipped a beat, the last three words ringing in her ears, her eyes widening in sheer, sweet wanton delight with the phrase. Did he know? She searched his eyes, watching them narrow, feeling him pulse in her hand as recognition set in and he translated the depth of her reaction. ‘He might not know why,’ she mused, ‘but now he definitely knows how.’

“Show you? But how, my love?” her whisper fraught with hunger, she dropped to her knees before him, her cheek pressed against the silky dark hair and lithe muscles of his thigh, her hands parting his robe pushing it away, watching his cock jerk eagerly in front of her. She circled him with her hands, gripping tightly, pulling forward, watching the clear bead form at its head, her lips reaching up, encircling the spongy hard ridge of his knob, sealing it and jerking backwards lightly before her tongue gently licked the bead away, her lips milking him for more before dropping him altogether.

“No, not like that…that proves nothing, does it,” her voice a husky purr as her senses revel in his tension, the rasping pant of his breath in the air above her. She straightened, her lips kissing the shaft of his cock, the sensitive sack between those glorious thighs, his hips, his belly before reaching those deliciously hard masculine nipples, her teeth worrying first the right, then the left, her fingers and palms still playing with his sex.

“Like this, Chazz?” she brushed her shaven mound against him, butting into him like a playful kitten, her eyes intent on his features as she felt him slide between her thighs.

“Oh God Chazz, that’s good,” she imprisons him between them, thrusting her hips slowly, coating him with the sweet juices that run freely between the lips of her sex, one hand still wrapped around the base of his cock, taunting his balls as she works him back and forth over her sweet slit.

“Or how about here, Chazz, my love…does this prove my femininity?” she pulls back bringing his throbbing tip gliding over her hard, swollen clit, feeling it’s hood shoved upwards with a gentle buck of his hips, her soft aching moan bringing an unholy light to the gleaming green eyes.

“Please Chazz…I’ll do anything…anything at all…just don’t make me go shopping?” her gentle, playful plea brings an answering smile from her partner as she stares innocently up at him.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

“Anything? Anything at all?” Chazz asked. “A beautiful and willing young girl such as yourself should be very careful when making such a proposal to a man with an imagination like mine.” He certainly had no doubt as to her sexuality or sexual identity and the sublime way she had of touching him like this, running his long hard cock through the slick slit of her sex only fueled his desire for her.

“Please Chazz,” she begged with a whisper, her lips near his ear, her breath teasing his neck, her lips planting the lightest of kisses there, her tongue flicking near his ear. “I’ll do anything … anything …”

“Far be it from me to have you do anything that you are not comfortable with …” Chazz stated as he fended off the rush of arousal that was flushing his face and making his heart thump faster.

“But there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do … with you,” she whispered directly into his ear. He felt his firm member rise up and press into her moist flesh simply from the seductive sound of her voice and feel of her body pressing against his.

Chazz reached for her wrists and held her arms behind her as he pressed forward. She seemed almost perched on his erect cock as she glided backward with him, until her backside met the wall and her ass was flattened against it. Chazz lifted her arms up and held them against the wall while his mouth sought out hers, his kisses strong and dangerous, his tongue probing deep into her mouth, his teeth nibbling at her lush lips.

“I know that there isn’t, sweet Randi,” Chazz growled as he held her against the wall and felt the full pressure of his sex against hers. “And that makes this moment all the more tempting … and yet conclusive.” He saw in her face and felt in her body a surrender that warmed him. There was trust building between them, the kind of which he knew not where it would lead, but he wanted it as much as he hoped that she needed it as well. “But you know that I have some important work ahead of me this morning … I think we should reserve some time for later, when you can resume your … arguments.”

Chazz kissed her again with a raw hunger that kept feeding him and yet kept him yearning for more. He needed some fresh air; he needed some exercise; he needed to take in the warm morning sunshine while it was still fresh. He could see the glister of her spirit in her eyes, a flash of simultaneous submission and defiance, and he was drawn to it, and adored it, and wanted so much to worship it.

Slowly he released her wrists, kissing her lightly bruised flesh, then her lips, then her breasts, noting the warm rosy glow of her skin, the tenseness of her body, the roiling of her feelings. They were both in the same condition, flirting with some strange mysterious feeling that intrigued and frightened and attracted them equally. Without bothering to either rearrange or remove his robe, Chazz moved from the house down to the pool and stood out on the deck, breathing deep the morning air. It would be hot today in the valley.

Doffing his robe, Chazz felt the water freshen and invigorate him as he pulled himself through with long strong strokes. After several laps he climbed from the pool and went inside to shower and dress. He wasn’t surprised to see that Randi had done the same. He went to her immediately and kissed her fully on the lips, a long lingering kiss that he hoped would tell her of many things; of thanks for yesterday and of appreciation for today and tomorrow and the next day; of things that he was only starting to realize about her.

With a full blank pad in front of him, he began with sharpened pencil to flesh out the opening sequences of his novel, the background that was always so important and yet he was always so recalcitrant to complete. From time to time he would look up and notice Randi attacking the latest pages she had to transcribe. Was she flirting with him, or was that her hand passing down over her chest, lingering as it wandered near her breast? There was an unmistakable blush to her cheeks, an undeniable glow to her cheeks and mouth, and a quickened pace to her typing.

The words flowed from his mind to his hand and splashed onto the page. Exposition and dialogue and description that he always found so challenging were gushing forth. He stopped and re-read the completed text. With only a few corrections, he continued. The process repeated itself so intently that by noon the pad was nearly filled up and Randi was pushing back from her desk. How had so much time passed by so quickly? He rose to his feet and carried the pad over to Randi. Standing behind her chair and bending down he rested his hands on her shoulders.

“I fear that I shall hear from OSHA about working you so slavishly,” Chazz cracked as he began to work his thumbs and fingers into the stiff muscles of her neck and shoulders.

“Mmm, there is nothing wrong with what you are doing right now,” Randi replied, leaning back into the force of his massage.

“Then you will enjoy lunch even more,” he promised.

They drove down to the valley and took lunch in a small, uncrowded café. Their conversation was sprinkled with luring innuendoes and enticing flirtations and long silent pauses when they would look each other over and exchange an indefinable look. On the way back, Chazz drove the little blue Triumph up along a road that he rarely took. Pulling to a stop, he glanced over at Randi who looked about herself with wonder.

“What is this place?” she asked, peering through the overgrown shrubs and bushes past a gate and fence where the ruins of parapets and towers could be seen.

“Imaginationland,” Chazz remarked. “At least that’s how some of the locals I know refer to it.” Chazz climbed from the little roadster and helped Randi up from her seat. “Back in the 40s and 50s it used to be some sort of amusement park until Disneyland siphoned off the audience. Surprised that no one has built on it, given the way things have gone.”

He led her through a tangle of shrubs and a hole in the fence and along a narrow pathway. Soon they were inside some sort of make-believe medieval castle and climbed up the tower steps until they reached the top. The place seemed abandoned and forlorn, yet delivered an unexpected and amazing panorama. Randi circled the tower, taking in the view from all directions.

“This is so cool!” she remarked.

“Sometimes I come here when I need to fire up my imagination,” Chazz said dreamily. “Other times I come just to think and dream.”

“What do you think about or dream?” Randi asked.

“Everything and nothing,” Chazz laughed. “The people who came here, the innocent beliefs, the suspension of disbelief, the sunny days, the laughter of children … tell me … what do you see?”

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

Elation flowed through her veins as she thought about the look on his face, the light in his eyes as he’d held her wrists above her head, backing her against the wall. She’d watched the recognition in his eyes, could almost read the thoughts in his head. There was a rapport between them that was primal…and a trust building up to events that could…would…rock reality for both of them. She needed it. He would too, when they got there, together.

She shook her head, pushing the thoughts away to focus on the task in front of her. A frisson of inevitability shook her as she dropped her hands back to the keyboard catching her breath as one palm slid lightly over one hardened nipple.

‘Pull it together, missy…a little control,’ the thought flickered reluctantly through her mind as she focused on the work before her. ‘Resume her arguments, indeed.’ A gentle smile painted her lips…she didn’t think there’d would be much argument.

His intensity this morning in the office was awe-inspiring, his pencil flowing across the tablet with a mind of its own. She’d watched his expression, glancing at him from the corner of her eye occasionally and admired the focus and commitment, the passion that went into his work. Just the thought had brought a guilty flush to her cheeks, unable to keep her thoughts off his hard, eager body against hers, the cascading heat that his lips and his hands and the press of him against her, pure male power, created.

“…working you so slavishly,” the words startled her from the lines her eyes were drinking in like visual wine, her eyes flying to his, widening, the last word ringing sensually through her mind. She flushed, knowing she had no clue what he’d been saying to her and she glanced at the clock, more to break the force of their stare than anything. Where had the time gone?

His fingers, kneading the knots from her shoulders, for once brought relief before kindling the ever-present flame his presence ignited. Lunch had been equally as relaxing and they’d both enjoyed the outing, the people around them and the superb cuisine.

It wasn’t until they were practically on op of it, stopped alongside the road that Randi realized they’d detoured. They’d scrambled through the shrubbery and under the fence like a couple of furtive kids and the thought brought a smile to her face and a glow to her eyes that made Chazz pause, his gaze searching hers, his face reflecting her childlike glee.

The castle, even in the condition it was in caught her in its web of dreams, her imagination populating it with foreign people from exotic places, animals as magnificent as their owners. Stories tumbled through her mind, the interactions of the people that might have lived there and the ripples they created in their imaginary worlds.

“Tell me, what do you see?” the low roughly husky timbre of his voice made her rethink the simplistic answer that sprang to mind.

Her eyes searched his, pushing away the hesitation that clouded her response for a moment. With him she could be who she was and not worry that he might laugh at her, or disdain her answer. The warmth of that thought spread through her even as she took in the magnificence of the view.

“I see opportunity here. Not the material type…the kind that comes from having a million choices and being able to set your own path by choosing the direction you want to go. My imagination is seething with people…the real people that came here and the effects the joy f the day might have had on them. Fake people, exotic nobility and the people that served them that would populate a castle such as this…ripples upon ripples of possibility…and the effects of those ripples.”

For a moment she was unwilling to meet his eyes, flushing with the pure emotion that flooded out with the words, her mind still whirling with the thoughts created by the contrasts around her.

“Thank you, Chazz, for bringing me here,” she huddles against the warmth and strength of his chest, pressing her cheek against the heat of him, hearing his heart beat, solid and firm, beneath her ear. “Choices, opportunity and the journey between both,” she murmurs, a quiet whisper as he slipped his arms around her.

The silence between them has a quality and serenity that is priceless. She lifts her eyes to his, her blue eyes wide and shining with a wistfullness that his narrow on and she watches the grin play at the corners of his lips.

"Chazz," her voice, soft, breathless, hungry. "Let's pretend..." she slides her fingers against his palms, feeling them curl around her hands and then slides them further until his grip encircles her wrists, an ache of longing burning in her soul.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

Listening to Randi speak made him feel the least bit chastened. If he was completely honest with himself, when he first saw her he hadn’t expected the depth of thought and intensity of feeling, or the innate intelligence that he had come to discover. Stupidly cruel, he now thought, how he had initially expected that she might be a cute, fun little toy to play with, but how he had turned out to be wrong because Randi was much, much more. And as each day moved on he began to wonder more about what he would later find when fathoming the channel of her being.

“Life is all about choices and opportunity, isn’t it?” Chazz waxed as he felt Randi’s body meld with his. “We are all given endless opportunities with myriad choices … and sadly some of us never realize that there are no guarantees … it just all depends so much on our perception. Take this place. Some might look at this dingy old castle and think of flame breathing dragons and wicked stepfathers and dank dungeons … others might think of Rapunzel and unicorns and fairy tale princes.”

“But what if you see all of those things together?” Randi asked, slipping from his arms. “Imagine … a damsel in distress …” she said, effecting the pose of a young maiden, her hand to her forehead as if about to faint, “… guarded by that fire breathing dragon …” Her face grew vicious, she raised her hands up, fingers like claws, and growled fiercely, making Chazz laugh. “… tortured by a wicked stepfather …” She held her arms up, wrists together, swayed her body as if suspended from the ceiling, her hips flinching back and forth as if being whipped while she cried out, “Ooo … ow … oh, stepfather don’t … ooo … ow …” Chazz grinned at the sight, this fairytale damsel dressed in a snug dark red halter top, a short while skirt, her lean belly fully exposed, her breasts suspended so alluringly. She held the pose, a look of pain creasing her face, a look that soon melted into a warm smile. “… only to be rescued by a handsome prince riding a unicorn.” Chazz had been greatly amused by her presentation. “ … only to be rescued by a handsome prince …” she repeated louder and more insistent.

“Oh, that’s me!” Chazz said with a laugh. He assumed the classic fencing stance, left arm up and back, right arm extended forward an began to swish an imaginary sword back and forth, parrying and thrusting against his invisible foe. “Take that, you evil dragon!” he said with a flourish as he dispensed with the fierce reptile. Randi giggled. “And as for you, you wretched stepfather …” Chazz clashed swords with the unseen fiend and battled him across the room, dispatching him with a single strong blow. Before returning his sword to its sheath, he swept it above Randi’s head, cutting her loose from her bonds. She felt back into Chazz, her hands on his chest, her face looking up at him adoringly.

Chazz eased his arms around Randi again, feeling her crush her body against him. Her hand snaked up around his neck and pulled his face closer. She rose up on her tiptoes and kissed him, a soft sweet kiss from a fairy tale princess. Chazz returned the kiss and swept her up into his arms.

“Now, where’s that confounded unicorn when I need him?” he grinned, looking around. There was no waiting steed, just a circular wooden bench that ringed the wooden post in the middle of the room. Chazz tottered backward until he sat onto the bench, Randi sitting in his lap, her arms holding onto his shoulders.

“Thank you for the rescue, kind sir,” Randi whispered breathlessly, her hand wandering down over his chest.

“Twas nothing, my dear,” Chazz replied in a gallant voice. “Slaying dragons, disposing of evil stepfathers, and ravishing … er, rescuing beautiful young damsels are all listed on my resume.”

“Then you are due a reward, my fine man,” Randi said, wiggling her butt on his lap. “It’s the least that I can offer.”

“And what do you offer, pray tell?”

“Um, you may kiss my hand,” Randi replied, lifting her hand toward his lips.

Chazz took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the soft flesh on the back of her hand and nibbling on her knuckles and fingers. Then he turned it over and ran the tip of his tongue down her middle finger and over her palm ending with a kiss on her wrist.

“Nothing like the taste of a sweet young damsel,” he whispered, glancing briefly at her sparkling blue eyes before kissing his way along her forearm. He kissed and sucked the bare skin on the inside bend of her elbow. When his lips continued up her arm toward her shoulder, Randi began to squirm in his lap, the cheeks of her butt nuzzling against the bulge of his manhood.

“Most kind sir, shall I remind you that I allowed you to kiss my hand,” she said breathily. “But you seem to have reached some … uncharted territory.”

“Forgive me, dear lady,” Chazz replied without the least bit of reticence. “But once my lips taste the sweet tender flesh of a young maiden, they lose track of boundaries.”

His kisses had reached her neck; his tongue flickered against the side of her neck, darting up to her ear. Randi closed her eyes and sighed, leaning her head away from him and giving his mouth free access to her neck and ear.

“Oh, yes, kind sir,” she cooed as he nibbled on her ear, tugging it gently.

“But I must warn you, dear lady,” Chazz murmured his voice soft but deep. “Once I have tasted, I want to touch.” His hand began to follow the same path along her arm, his fingers dancing along the trim lines, teasing and tickling. When his hand reached her throat, he traced his fingertips along the lines of her neck, then ran them down along the edge of her dark red halter top, sinking down along the deep vee then up around her neck. His kisses and his touch wandered over her body. No feature was spared his attention. When his hand finally reached her breasts, the tips were pushing into the soft thin fabric, and she pressed herself hungrily into his palm.

Chazz could feel in the way she leaned toward him that she was ripe and ready for him. Her firm young breasts were pressing against his hand through the light fabric of her top, her butt grinding against the ever-present bulge in his slacks, and her hands were tracing the ridge of his backbone all the way up to his neck and back down. His kisses trailing down along the edge of her halter following the neckline as it plunged between the swelling curves of her breasts. As he kissed and licked the fine soft skin of her breasts, Chazz let his hand fall to her lap, quickly finding a path up underneath her skirt. He could feel her body shiver as his fingers moved along the silky skin of her inner thighs. And when he reached the warm panel of silk that covered her sex, she moaned audibly. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he massaged her moist slit through the flimsy silk. When his finger slipped underneath and raked against her clit, she shuddered.

“Oh, my shining knight,” she moaned. “This feels more like my reward that yours.”

“But this is my reward,” Chazz replied, his middle finger rutting through the damp folds of her pussy, finding the entrance and teasing the tender inner pinkness. She shivered again.

“But I want … for you … something special …” she said, her words disjointed but understood. Her hands cradled his face and drew down over his chest as she slipped down from his lap and settled between his legs. “Something that I know you want … something you need …” Her hands glided over the growing bulge in his lap, finding his thick cock painfully curled up in the confines of his clothes. Randi opened up his slacks and freed him from the silk of his boxers, unfolding his tall erect member and stroking it gratefully. “Mmm,” she purred and looked up at Chazz, her eyes filled with a heated desire that nearly melted his resolve.

As Randi nestled between his legs, she leaned back, unfastening the tie behind her neck and pulling her halter down to expose her breasts, and bringing a gasp from Chazz. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts, shaping them to her firm curves just the way she liked to be touched. Then she lowered her mouth toward his cock, he tongue darting out to lap at the engorged cap, an aroused shade of pink.

Chazz cupped her breasts, feeling the sharp tips burn into his palms. When her hot wet mouth enveloped his cock, sucking fiercely, taking him deep inside her, he groaned loudly. She felt like she was on fire, her mouth burning away on his cock, her writhing hot body warming his hands, sending a raft of tingling sensations filtering through his body. He grabbed at her hair and pushed her mouth up and down along his shaft.

Randi’s hands and lips and tongue were everywhere, stroking him, sucking him, licking him. When he felt himself begin to draw near, Chazz lifted her head from his swollen red cock, fat and glistening with her saliva. He kissed her savagely, deeply, firmly, and passionately. When Randi climbed up and straddled his legs, she pulled the flimsy silk away from her pussy and rested her wet sex against the head of his cock. But Chazz shook his head.

“But?” she asked, her eyes aflame with passion and lust.

“No yet,” Chazz replied. “Not until I’m ready.”

“Oh, how can you …” she began to ask, but he covered her delicious mouth with his, silencing her protests with a deep wet kiss and gentle caresses of her body. “You … you … you …” she said when Chazz finally released her mouth from his. Chazz held her close and continued his kisses and caresses, slowly softening them until the fever of intense arousal had passed. “I’ve never been with a man like you.”

“Nor have I seen a woman just like you,” Chazz replied. There was this constant flow of energy passing between them, something that kept them at a relentless state of arousal. All it took to heighten the sensation was a look or a touch. And each time the feeling returned it grew more quickly and with a greater intensity. Chazz didn't want to do a thing to spoil it.

“Thank you for the opportunity of getting to know you,” Randi said casting her sky blue eyes up at Chazz.

“And thank you for the choice you made,” Chazz grinned. “Perhaps this is a case where our perceptions balance out.”

“Yes … balance,” Randi replied. “Balance …”

“It’s getting late,” he said. Her eyes were filled with a lustful desire that lingered. He breathed deeply as he kissed her hand. “We should be going. We’ll come back here again … I promise.”

They took some time rearranging their clothes before they walked back down the stairs and out into the late afternoon sunlight. They wandered slowly back through the overgrown and derelict amusement park. The drive back to the house was slow and quiet. With the breeze flowing through the open top Triumph roadster, Chazz couldn’t keep his eyes off Randi. Her long shapely legs were folded nicely beside him, causing her skirt to rise up nearly to her hips.

“We should do something for dinner later on,” Chazz said when they climbed out in the garage. “I’ll call you.”

Randi giggled. “What will you call me?”

“Lover,” he said tucking his hand under her chin. “My incredible sexy lover.”

Randi looked at him, not smiling nor frowning, an enigmatic look actually. Then she climbed the stairs and Chazz walked up to the main house.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

The shrill peal of the phone brought Randi up from the depths of sleep with a start. Confused, she glanced around the deepening shadows of her bedroom guiltily, recognizing from the slant of the sun that it was early evening. The clock next to her bed confirmed it, 18:30. Some nap but after the events of the last couple of days she’d needed it.

“Your lazy lover finds herself famished, Sir Knight, swamped beneath myriad hungers,” the sexy timbre of her voice aimed low and husky to titillate purrs through the handset even as she stretched languidly, fending off the sleep spawned haze that clouded her mind.

“Indeed, sweet tramp? Which hunger of yours shall I sate?” the familiar smoky baritone, deliberately couched with the commanding arrogance she found so erotic, stroked her ear, sending shivers of exquisite anticipation throughout her senses.

“David,” the name comes out as a breathy whisper that eloquently expressed his effect on her. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” His gentle chuckle an auditory caress replete with masculine satisfaction shuddered through her.

“You were missed, Cyn, at the last gathering. I find a few hungers of my own unsated. Are you free tomorrow night?”

Inexplicably Chazz’s image teased its way into her head and David read her hesitation like an open book

“Interesting, little Cynful. Let me guess, your knight in shining armor wouldn’t, just by chance, be Mr. Mitchell would it?”

She felt her cheeks heat up even as she listened to his indulgent laughter, her silence saying far more than any words.

“How deliciously naughty Cynthia, fucking your boss! I won’t say I’m not disappointed, but I understand. Does this mean you’ll also be missing Thursday night? Your presence has been missed, you know.” The soft note of reassurance underlying the playful teasing made her smile.

“Let me think about it, please? Tell everyone I’m thinking about them ...and David…I’ve missed you too, Sir,” she can’t hide the soft yearning in her voice.

“Ahhh so your writer doesn’t share our interests, baby girl? You know where I am should you need me and I’ll hope to see you Thursday.”

After hanging up the phone she burrowed back into the pillows, her hand digging under them to grasp the soft cotton of the t-shirt tucked beneath. She buried her nose in its folds breathing in the smell of Chazz’s cologne and the masculine scent all his own captured in the soft fabric, reveling in it. She’d grabbed the shirt by mistake while retrieving one of her beach towels from the pool area.

She thought about the day, feeling the gentle ache of sensuality that remained a constant throb in her belly and smiled. Reluctantly, she replaced the t-shirt beneath the pillows, getting up from their feathered embrace, straightening the bed a little guiltily before hunting through her drawers for her jogging shorts. A nice long run would cut the edge of her tension a bit and give her a little bit of self control.

She shimmied into the sheer lycra shorts that hugged her like a second skin, dug around in frustration for one of her more confining sports bras and slipped into a sleeveless tank top emblazoned with the “got milk” logo and made her way outside.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

The phone was ringing off the hook when Chazz entered his office.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Chazz, old man! How are you?”

“Doing fine, Greg,” Chazz answered, recognizing his friend Greg Johnson. “How’re things with you and your beautiful woman?”

“Great! Just great!” Greg answered. “Allie sends you her best, don’t you, Babe?”

Chazz could hear the sound of Allie’s voice ringing out in the background.

“So are we still on for our usual End-Of-The-Monther tonight?” Greg asked.

“Oh shit! That’s right! I forgot all about that,” Chazz replied, checking his calendar and noting that it was indeed the end of the month. “Sure thing … I’ll be ready … Oh, I should mention that we have a new prospective member of the club.”

“Do tell, old man,” Greg remarked, his voice sounding definitely intrigued.

“Oh, yes! Her name is Randi and she has come to work with me on my new book.”

“And …”

“And she has all the qualifications … and then some,” Chazz said, looking through the window over toward her apartment.

“Details … details …” Greg pressed on.

“All right,” Chazz relented. “Um, let’s see … mid 20s, jet black hair, gorgeous blue eyes, pretty face, slim and petite build but with nice curves in all the right places … smart, great sense of humor, a little mysterious about her past, insatiable sexual appetite …”

“Sounds like you’ve found the complete package!” Greg chuckled. “But I thought you were the old-fashioned, don’t fool around with the hired help kind of guy.”

“I am, but I wasn’t planning on this, believe me,” Chazz answered.

“I’ll be looking forward to meeting her and uh, watching her inauguration,” Greg chuckled. “It’s about time you got yourself hooked up.”

“Thanks loads!” Chazz retorted, “Uh, it’s not like I’ve been going without or … um, anything.”

“I know, I know, but you just seem to be taking your time,” Greg said. “Too much time … well, I’ve got to fly. See you around 8 or so?”

“Yeah, see you then,” Chazz answered. He dialed up Randi’s number but there was no answer. Maybe she’s in the shower or something, he thought, and then began to get busy. He still had a couple hours left to get things ready. Chazz moved through the house straightening it up, cleaning up the kitchen, getting the steaks ready for marinade, preparing the shrimp, and lining up what else he decided to serve. A few minutes later his phone rang again.

“Hello,” Chazz answered.

“Hey, Speendog! This is Poon.”

“Johnny, what’s going on?”

“Just checking in about tonight,” Johnny said. “I postponed a recording session tonight just to be sure to make this.”

“That’s never bothered you before,” Chazz replied.

“Yeah, I know, but a little birdie told me that you have a surprise to share with us tonight.”

“Word gets around this town quickly, I guess,” Chazz laughed.

“Too many goddamned cell phones!” Johnny cracked. “Just heard from Greg, and thought I’d find out first hand was going down.”

“Nothing really, just hired a new personal assistant, who has sort of broadened her job description.”

“Niiiice, so tell me about her,” Johnny asked eagerly.

Chazz went on to tell Johnny what he had already told Greg. It wasn’t as though he never had a date for their meetings, but his friends always seemed to be more consistently paired off, and they were glad to know that he had found someone. For the next hour or more, he took calls from the others, ostensibly confirming their get-together later on, but also trying to pry any other details they could glean about Randi. Robbie was the last to call, Professor Gorton professionally.

“I hear that you have a new lady in your life,” Robbie said straight off.

“As a matter of fact, yes,” Chazz answered. Robbie was more polite and easier to please with a general answer. They had been chatting only a couple of minutes when Chazz glanced over through the kitchen window toward Randi’s apartment and saw her move out onto the veranda and ease over to the railing. She was wearing running clothes and, from the damp spots visible on her tank top and her flushed appearance, she had just returned from a nice run.

“I’m glad to hear the news and can’t wait to meet her … Randi, you say?” Robbie asked.

“Ah, yeah, Randi,” Chazz answered, watching as the girl in question leaned on the railing and looked out toward the ocean. She took a long drink of water, then she turned and looked up toward his house, her eyes closing in on him. She must know that I am watching, he thought.

“I’m sure Mary Jane will be surprised when she finds out,” Robbie said. “She’s always so amused by the women you allow into your life.”

“She’ll find this one is different … very different,” Chazz responded. Randi leaned back on the railing, her face still canted up toward the main house. Chazz chuckled upon noticing that the “Got Milk?” lettering on her damp top was cupping her breasts. As if she could read his thoughts, she placed a hand between her breasts and traced a path around each one.

“I’m sure she will,” Robbie remarked. “We’re meeting around eight tonight, as usual?”

“You bet,” Chazz answered, his eyes still on Randi standing on her veranda. Crossing her arms over her chest, she reached down to the edge of her tank and slowly pulled it up and off over her head.

“I’ve gotta get going then,” Robbie said. “See you then.”

“Great! So long,” Chazz answered. After hanging up the phone, Chazz dialed Randi’s cell phone number. She continued with her impromptu strip tease, tugging her sports bra up and off, then rubbing her hands over her breasts. Chazz could hear her phone begin to ring. Turning her back toward him, Randi bent over and pulled her running shorts down over her ass. Letting her phone ring, she took a few moments easing them down her legs before stepping free. It wasn’t until she was fully naked that she finally reached for her phone.

“Yes, Chazz,” she said huskily. “You know I love it when you watch me.”

“So I can see, Baby,” Chazz responded. “So I can see.”

“So what do you think?” she asked pirouetting about and stopping to look back up toward the house.

“I’m thinking that I cannot wait to see you tonight,” Chazz said.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Chazz answered. “Say, I forgot to tell you, but I have some friends coming over tonight, kind of an unofficial club sort of thing. We get together on the last night of the month and eat, drink, and make merry.”

“So is this a guy thing or mixed company?”

“Definitely mixed. Most of the guys bring their wives or significant others.”

“Does than mean that I’m invited to your little club function?” Randi asked, her free hand making a light tour of her body.

“Absolutely,” Chazz answered. “That’s why I wanted to call you. We’re meeting around 8 up here.”

“I’ll be there,” Randi replied with a giggle. “That sort of sounds like a date.”

“I guess it is,” Chazz replied. “I want you here with me.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” she said. Chazz could hear the purring sound of her voice as she stroked her fingers through her pussy. “So, tell me something, Chazz …”

“What, Baby?”

“Why aren’t you playing with yourself?” she teased boldly. “I’m playing with myself …”

“I told you,” Chazz said, feeling his body respond to the sight of her thrusting her fingers inside her wet velvety depths. He allowed himself a quick gentle rub of his hand over his cock. “I’m saving myself for later.”

“Tease!”

“You’re the tease, Randi,” Chazz answered.

“So do you need any help … getting ready?” Randi asked, before lifting her glistening fingers to her mouth.

“Umm, yes, if you would like to help get things ready, that would be great,” Chazz answered, watching as Randi sucked her fingers clean.

“So what’s the dress code?” Randi asked. “Clothing optional?”

Chazz laughed. “We always start out properly dressed, but after the Margaritas and Pina Coladas start flowing, you never know. We’ll be out by the pool most of the time.”

“Mmm, I have just the right outfit,” Randi responded.

“I’m sure you do,” Chazz replied.

“See you later,” Randi said before hanging up.

Chazz watched for a while as Randi slowly gathered up her clothes and slid languidly into her apartment. He hurriedly got himself ready, washing up and dressing in a favorite pair of baggy swim trunks and an Aloha shirt. He was stocking the refrigerator out on the deck when he saw the silhouette of someone moving through the kitchen. When Randi stepped out onto the deck, he whistled leeringly. She was wearing a light dress made from a sheer light blue material, vaguely oriental in design. It fit her perfectly following every contour of her body. For a moment he thought she might be naked underneath, but then made out the bare trace of a swimsuit underneath, perhaps the color of her skin tone.

“You look absolutely delectable,” he said.

“Thank you,” she said, pirouetting around again, the hem of her dress rising up nearly displaying the cheeks of her ass.

Chazz led the way back inside to finish getting the food ready. Without another word, Randi stepped right in and began to arrange a tray of hors d’oeuvres.

“So, this club of yours, what’s it all about?” she asked.

“We call ourselves the Old Farts—actually, it started as the Old Fucks, but some of the girlfriends objected.”

“Tell me about your friends, the Old Fucks,” Randi asked, putting the finishing touches on the tray of cocktail shrimp.

“Well, first of all, there’s Greg Johnson and his girlfriend, Allie,” Chazz began as he turned the filets in their marinade and then placed them back in the fridge. “He’s a retired football player working now in real estate. Allie works in advertising. Then there’s Jack Wilson and his girlfriend, Kate. Jack runs the marketing department for Miramax. Kate works with Allie … best friends.”

“So you all know each other?”

“We have for a while, yeah,” Chazz replied. “There’s Johnny Rodgers and Lauren. Johnny works Artists & Repertoire at Capitol Records. Lauren is a physical trainer. Then good old Robbie Gorton and Mary Jane, the good old reliable married couple … we call the Marys by their middle names to keep them apart … Anyway, Robbie is a professor of English at USC. Mary Jane is a high school administrator. They first met when she was his student and managed, despite our best attempts at outing them, to keep their affair a secret until she had graduated.”

“That sounds so romantic,” Randi said.

“It was. Finally there’s Pete Winters and Mary Angela. He’s a partner in a big LA law firm and Mary Angela is a former model working now as West Coast rep for Tiffany.”

“Quite a lineup,” Randi said, tasting the cocktail sauce.

“We’re just old friends who like to hang around. I’m sure that they’ll be happy to meet you,” Chazz remarked. “Especially when it’s time for your initiation.”

“My what?” Randi said, turning suddenly to face Chazz.

“Your initiation,” Chazz replied, moving to her side. “You’ll know what I mean when the time comes. Sort of a different take on Truth or Dare. It’s a lot of fun and really quite painless.”

“Aww, but I was hoping for at least a little bit of sting,” Randi pouted.

“That can be arranged,” Chazz remarked with a leer and swift smack on her ass.

“Now who’s being the tease?”

Chazz rested his hand on the small of her back and drew her closer to him. Her hand rose up to the silk of his shirt, her palm shaping itself to the contour of his chest. As they leaned toward each other, lips parted, the doorbell sounded and the mood was broken.

“Hey, Peter!” Chazz called out upon opening the door. He greeted the tall barrel-chested man with a strong handshake. The tall slender elegant brunette who followed greeted Chazz with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Peter, Mary Angela, this is Randi.”

“Well, hello,” Peter said.

“Hello,” Randi smiled and waved. “Nice to meet you.”

“Hi,” Mary Angela said, moving over to take Randi’s hands in hers. “Chazz you have outdone yourself. This girl is beautiful!”

The next few minutes were a blur, as everyone seemed to show up at almost the same time. As they gathered together on the deck, Chazz made sure that Randi was properly introduced, keeping close to her. She seemed shy at first but warmed up quickly as his friends easily accepted her into their circle. Chazz enjoyed the company of his friends; they were smart and witty and unconventional. It seemed obvious that the men were all his age or older, and the women all noticeably younger, mostly around her age, but that was never a problem. It was never a matter where the men clustered together talking about football and chain saws and the women grouped around the kitchen talking about clothes and orgasms. They were all friends and he was glad to see Randi circulate, enter into conversations, and share a few laughs.

As he refreshed Kate’s drink, he heard her ask, “So Randi, tell me something about yourself, like where you got that charming accent?”

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

She walked back up the driveway fighting to get her breath back. She realized now why she rarely saw runners around this area. As hilly as it was you were either running directly uphill or downhill and despite the fact that she was in great condition the three mile run had felt like thirty by the time she'd made it back.

She felt his eyes from the main house as she approached her stairs,unable to resist a little playful enticement. She hadn’t expected him to call either and the news about the impromptu party left her a little ambivalent.

On one hand she was thrilled that he wanted her there on the other she was a little nervous about meeting so many, so quickly…especially given their circumstances. Marise had taken it well, their rather unprofessional relationship but then she had taken a lot very well. A soft snicker escaped her at the double entendre.

"I want you here with me," the words echoed in her mind, pinning a decidedly ridiculous little smile on her face.

The heat of the shower felt good on her sore muscles and the drape of the soft silken dress bolstered her spirits more than a little when she viewed herself in the mirror. It’s subtle cut displayed her curves to perfection although she’d had to exchange her normal bikini, daring to her more conservative standards, for a French cut thong, a dark golden color that matched her skin, to preserve the lines of the dress. She felt more than a little naughty as the dress rode up softly against the supple swell of her bottom revealing more flesh than was probably appropriate…she’d have to watch that.

Chazz’s look was all she needed, watching his eyes search her form for the under things that the sheer material of the dress and the cut of the suit made appear non-existent. She turned, a gleam shining in her blue eyes as the skirt lifted, feeling his stare.

She’d taken one look at him in the colorful silk shirt that brought out his eyes, watching the sensual play of his muscles beneath it and had had to take a deep breath. For a moment it was all she could do to restrain herself from kneeling at his feet, pressing her cheek to the long masculine line of his thigh and teasing him to full, throbbing hardness to match the ache deep inside her.

She listened to the descriptions of his friends, enjoying the animation and happy appreciation as he listed their quirks and affiliations, liking the sound of them. It wasn’t until the doorbell rang the first time that the butterflies in her stomach sprouted wings. She was nervous, almost scared.

That feeling had disappeared within about two minutes of meeting Mary Angela. The woman had so much presence and so much joie de vivre that Randi felt like she’d known the young woman forever. Her husband, the Professor, was a bear of man, gruff and as shy as Randi for the first couple of minutes, so much so that she’d been unable to help teasing him a bit, her eyes flirting lightly with him as she called him “Professor”, teasing him about the student he’d taken as his wife while Mary Angela laughed along, baiting her husband until his laughter had rung through the foyer.

After that it had been a bit of a rush, everyone showing up together, the names and faces a bit of a whirl in her head. She’d almost clung to Chazz at first, feeling a bit like a fish in a fishbowl, wondering what, precisely, Chazz had said about her that incited the curiosity that she cold see behind the friendly eyes.

Listening to Kate, Randi felt a warm rush of affection for the man of the house, his sensitivity in sticking by her side and the appreciative glances he kept throwing her as she began to drift off on her own, enjoying the diversity amongst his friends.

“…where did you get that charming accent,” Kate's voice filtered through her thoughts, pulling her away from her current visual flirtation with Chazz and she’d felt her mouth curve in a warm, flirtatious smile.

“Well, you know California, Kate…most people out here have an accent for every day of the week,” her eyes lit teasingly on the redhead in front of her, “ mine just changes with my mood.”

“Indeed,” the vibrant green eyes sparkled up from her 5’3” frame, disconcertingly direct. “And what accent do you use, Randi, when you’re aroused?”

Despite the flush of warmth that caressed her cheeks she’d held Kate’s eye, an impish grin growing on her face, shining out of her eyes to such a degree it brought a raised eyebrow from Chazz, across the patio.

“Oh, again, I guess that would depend…on the person, Kate,” her eyes drift over Chazz’s long muscular frame with a wickedly appraising glance. “Chazz now, well, he’s gone beyond accents…he has me speaking in tongues.”

The tongue in cheek answer brought a delighted crow of laughter from the redhead, bringing Peter over glass in hand. Randi gave Kate a saucy little wink and turned to the educator.

“Tell me, Professor,” her voice lowered into a husky little purr, “what languages do you and that pretty little wife of yours speak?”

She watched the redheads eyes light up with laughter one delicate hand rising up to cover her mouth as she fought not to choke on the sip of wine she’d just taken, her laughter pealing out over the patio once again bringing Chazz padding over from across the patio the simple sensual grace of his movements stirring the hunger in her veins, watching his reaction to the smolder of it in her eyes.

“Great party, lover,” her whisper just for his ears as she leaned against him briefly, trapping one muscular thigh between hers, pressing her eager sex against the ripple of sensuous strength beneath it.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Chazz replied, as his hand found the small of her back while Randi pressed her warm mound against his thigh. “I knew you’d be all right but wasn’t sure with all the new faces …”

“Well, I’m having a great time and I just love your friends,” Randi replied.

“And they love you too … just watch out for Jack … his ‘casting couch’ is legendary,” Chazz teased, his hand shifting down past her waist, fingertips brushing against the hardly detectable band of her suit bottom.

“The only casting couch I’m interested in right now is yours,” Randi cooed.

“We may have to visit that sometime this evening …” Chazz said as his hand glided down over the supple curve of her ass.

“So when are we going to eat?” Greg called out. “I’m starving!”

“You’re always hungry for some thing or other!” Allie reminded, her violet eyes sparkling. She cut the perfect figure next to Greg, short and petite, with long sandy brown hair beside his tall dark broad shouldered athletic body.

“Well, don’t ever let it be said that my skills of hospitality are flagging,” Chazz announced. He fired up the grill and donned his “Kiss Me! I’m The Cook” apron and tall chef’s hat. Then he brought out the bucket of unshucked corn that had been soaking all evening and laid the damp husks out on one side. The other side was soon filled with chicken then the filets and later some fish.

“That stuffed salmon looks delicious,” Kate smiled, leaning over to sniff the sizzling grill.

“It’s all good, trust me,” Chazz responded, adjusting his chef’s hat.

When Chazz announced that dinner was ready, the guests gathered informally around the long table, everyone seated next to someone other than with whom they had arrived. Chazz sat at the head of the table, with Mary Jane and Allie on either side. Randi found a seat further down along one side between Peter and Johnny. Food was passed, glasses were filled, and conversation spilled forth. Chazz never missed a beat while conversing with his guests, but then he never missed a chance to glance toward Randi and exchange a flirting little nod or wink or grin. When everyone had finished and pushed back, Jack Wilson stood and tapped his glass.

“As the unofficial president of this very informal organization of Old Farts, it’s my job to say a few words.”

“Do you have to?” Kate called out bringing a peal of laughter.

“It’s not mandatory, but you know how I love to talk,” Jack continued. “But I’ll keep this brief … We’ve made it to the end of another month … haven’t lost much hair, haven’t gained too many pounds …”

“Here! Here!” Robbie agreed, and more than a few sips were taken.

“We’ve retained our health and wealth and happiness …”

“Speak for yourself!” Greg called out.

“We haven’t lost any members … and in fact seem to have gained a new one …”

“Cheers!” Johnny said, lifting his glass and nodding toward Randi.

“So I’d like to propose a toast!” Jack said, raising his glass. There were a few shouts of agreement. “To our genial host, Speendog Mitchell, great thanks for having us once again … to our new hostess, the lovely and enticing Randi, a warm welcome and best hopes for seeing more of you as time goes on!” There were more shouts and a couple of wolf whistles. “So here's head first, in a foaming glass … here's head first, to a lovely lass … here's head first, for a bit of kissing … for the good folks don't know all the fun they're missing!”

“Salut!” Peter shouted. Everyone raised their glasses and drank. As Jack sat down, Chazz slowly rose, glass in hand.

“Thank you, Jack, and thank you to all my good friends! It’s always my pleasure to have you over, so before we all adjourn for other pleasures that await, I’d like to say this: I've drunk to your health in company … I've drunk to your health alone … I've drunk to your health so many times … I've damn near ruined my own!”

Again there was laughter and a few calls of Cheers and Salut and Skal. Chazz sat and Peter rose up.

“Here's to beefsteak when you're hungry … whiskey when you're dry … all the girls you ever want … and heaven when you die!”

Then it was Greg’s turn.

“Here's to you as good as you are … here's to me as bad as I am … but as good as you are … and as bad as I am … I'm just as good as you are as bad as I am!”

“What?” Allie said as everyone laughed and Greg sat. Then Robbie stood up.

“Here's to the man who is wisest and best … here's to the man who with judgment is blest … here's who's as smart as he can be—I mean the man who agrees with me!”

“Here's to the fools of the world!” Johnny said, finding his feet. “Without them, the rest of us could not succeed!”

There was another round of laughter and the last of the table wine was poured. Jack stood up.

“Here's to us,” he said slowly, raising his glass of vintage Merlot. “May we never drink worse!”

“One last toast before we adjourn,” Chazz said standing tall. “Here's to those who wish us well … and those that don't may go to hell!”

“I move that we adjourn!” Robbie shouted.

“I second,” Greg called out.

“All in favor?” Jack asked.

“Aye!” everyone shouted in agreement.

“Then, now that we have the business part of our meeting out of the way,” Jack said, setting down his empty glass. “It’s time to get down to the pleasure!”

While Chazz and Randi with help from the Marys started to clear the table, the other guests gravitated toward the pool.

“Of all nights for the maid to have off,” Chazz grumbled as he loaded a stack of plates onto a cart. But it didn’t take long for the dishes and flatware to be rinsed and loaded into the washer. The Marys joined their husbands outside giving Randi and Chazz a few moments alone. “So what do you think of the Old Farts?” he asked moving up close to her and placing his hands on her hips.

“You guys are a lot of fun … for a bunch of old fucks …” Randi leaned up toward him and planted a kiss on his neck, then on the side under his ear, then on the other side under his other ear.”

Chazz drew his hands up, his fingers trailing lightly over the sheer silk of her dress, feeling the warmth and softness of her body, until they reached her face. He tilted her head up toward his.

“We’re full of surprises, love,” Chazz said softly, returning her kisses. He felt her lips part and their tongues intertwined. She purred softly as they kissed, her hands touching him tenderly, pulling him to her. “Mmm, but we shouldn’t be rude to our guests, now should we …” Randi looked up at him longingly as they parted and walked out to the pool.

“So what’s taken you so long?” Peter called over to them. He and Mary Angela had stripped down to their swimsuits and were sitting at the steps, just their feet in the water. Kate and Jack had joined Johnny and Lauren, who was demonstrating a new water exercise that she was incorporating into her training regimen. Mary Jane and Robbie were on the deck slipping out of their clothes while Allie and Greg stood near the diving board. When Allie seemed reluctant about diving in, Greg scooped her up in his arms and hurled her, screaming, into the water, then diving in after her. When Mary Jane and Robbie ran down the steps and jumped in, Chazz turned to Randi.

“Looks like we’re the rotten eggs,” he chuckled, then unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it from his muscular shoulders, leaving just his baggy trunks on. He watched as Randi looked about, knowing that most every eye was on her. She fiddled hesitantly with the hem of her light dress. “Don’t be afraid, Baby,” Chazz whispered to her. “You’re beautiful!”

He watched as she began to slowly pull the dress up over her head. The sight of the dark golden swimsuit sent a shudder through him. It looked like little more than a second skin and in the light of evening a quick glance might have caused one to think that she was nude. The top was little more than a pair of tiny triangles threaded together and the bottom was the daintiest of thongs that cupped her mound snuggly. Chazz was sure by her reaction that she could see the desire building up in his eyes as he looked at her.

“Come on,” he said, taking her hand and leading her toward the diving board. “Just follow me.”

The guests had all slipped into the warm water by now. The lights below the waterline casting an aqua glow on everyone. Chazz climbed onto the board and strode to the end. He paused for a moment at the end and then did a near perfect one and a half jackknife with a twist. Randi then tentatively climbed up onto the board and sauntered to the end. When she bent at the knees as if to dive in, Jack stopped her.

“Hold up, Randi,” he shouted out. “We have a simple little formality to go through first.”

Chazz saw that she froze for a moment surveying the faces in the pool. Then she stood upright and crossed her arms over her breasts. “A formality?” she asked.

“Yes,” Jack answered. “A kind of initiation to our little group here.”

“Initiation?” she asked.

“Nothing to worry about,” Kate called out. “Everyone here has gone through it, honey,”

“What sort of initiation?”

“Just a little game we play,” Jack said. “You know the game of Truth Or Dare?” Randi nodded. “It’s sort of like that.”

“Except that we sort of concentrate on the Dare part of it,” Johnny added.

“So which will it be, Truth or Dare?” Jack asked.

Randi looked down at Chazz’s face in the pool. She looked a little nervous with maybe a touch of fear. He smiled warmly and nodded toward her. “Truth,” she said tentatively.

“Ok, who wants to go first?” Jack asked.

“I will,” Allie volunteered. She swam closer to the diving board. “Have you ever been naked in front of a group of people before?”

“Umm …” Randi fidgeted, her fingers toying with the tiny straps of her top. “Yes …”

“Heyy!” Johnny leered only to receive a smack from Lauren.

“Then why don’t you take off your swimsuit and show us?” Allie said.

“I … I … don’t know …” Randi said, shifting her weight from foot to foot nervously. “I just met you and …”

“Don’t worry, we’ll join you,” Robbie shouted up.

“Sure, why not?” said Kate with a laugh as she swept her top off and tossed it to the side. A few of the others joined in, including Chazz who tugged off his trunks and tossed them near the diving board, knowing that she could easily see his nakedness in the light of the pool.

“Come on, honey,” Allie encouraged, her own light blue bikini just a wet handful she was holding up.

Looking directly at Chazz, Randi reached for tie string for her top and pulled at it. When she peeled it away from her body and pulled it off over her head, Chazz heard several of his buddies exhale. Randi kept her eyes on him and tossed her suit down on top of his. She lowered her hands and pulled at her thong bottom before turning her back toward them and pulling her suit down her long shapely legs. As she slowly turned back around, holding her arms close to her body, trying to hide her lovely curves, the men applauded and whistled lustily and the girls cheered loudly.

“Don’t be shy, Baby,” Chazz called out, and she soon held her arms out to the side revealing herself in all her beauty.

“All right who’s next?”

“Me! Me!” called out Mary Angela. “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth,” Randi answered.

“Hmm, what feature about Chazz do you like the most?”

“That’s an easy one!” Randi said with a relieve grin. “I just love his … his eyes!”

“His eyes?” Johnny said in a mocking shocked voice.

“Oh, yes, when he looks at me sometimes … mmm, I just melt!”

“All right!” Greg shouted. “I’m next! Truth or Dare, Randi?”

“Hmm?” she purred looking a little braver. “Dare.”

“Show us the one thing that Chazz does that is absolutely guaranteed to turn you on,” Greg called out.

Chazz looked up at Randi expectantly. She looked so gorgeous in the glow of the pool lights that he felt his body grow aroused with anticipation.

“Well, he does a lot of things that turn me on,” Randi began, “But …”

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

She enjoyed the company of Chazz’s friends; their different styles creating a harmonious fun loving group with humor and a low-key sensuality the common denominators.

After helping him bring out the meats for the grill she and the Mary’s set the table and then settled into chairs discussing different topics of interest amongst themselves. Randi’s eyes had strayed back and forth between the Mary’s and the strong charismatic features of the man behind the grill, her senses basking in the sight of him.

Dinner was a superb mingling of flavors spiced by the camaraderie of good conversation and the warmth of friendship that encompassed the table in full, while the toasts amused everyone at the table and the women exchanged those universal looks that said their male companions had reverted to adolescence and they were loving every minute of it. Clean up went quickly, nearly effortlessly despite Chazz’s gentle grumble, a swift ardent kiss shared between them before they rejoined the group.

Her butterflies returned in spades and Randi found herself in unfamiliar territory, suddenly shy in front of the group of people before them. Her eyes had been unable to leave the broad expanse of Chazz’s well defined chest when he’d removed his shirt, her own fingers alighting hesitantly on the thin straps of her dress. She’d pulled it off slowly, pinning her eyes to his, keeping them well away from the guests that frolicked in the pool, so fraught with her own tension that the arousal in his eyes caught her unexpectedly, a hot flush of modesty stinging her cheeks while the warm burn of hunger lit her eyes.

The concept of initiation, she supposed, had played in the back of her mind all evening, an unconscious titillation, but finding herself exposed, standing on the diving board before everyone…she’d frozen like a deer in headlights, her eyes widening in panic as they searched Chazz’s for comfort. The game, a harmless child’s game she’d played a million times while growing up and yet…

Her reticence in removing her suit had stirred something in Chazz…she saw it in his eyes, in their darkening color and the hard beat of the muscle in his cheek. She had to take a mental breath, throwing the scanty scraps of material down alongside others on the deck, before throwing her shoulders back and displaying herself before them…

Her gaze on Chazz’s emerald stare probed deeply, wondering if he was aware of the depth of the sensual ache that flared within her at that moment.

She regained some of her own stature with the gently mocking note in Johnny’s voice, meeting his dark eyes with a twinkle in her own and then Greg’s question…she looked at the calm serenity in Chazz’s posture and the imp within made her presence known.

“Show us the one thing about Chazz that is guaranteed to turn you on!”

She tilted her head in challenge, her gaze solely on the man that stirred so much from so deep within. Then, putting the fingers of one hand to her head as if in profound thought, her eyes scanned the group before her.

Feeling the gentle sway of the board beneath her she judged its spring before dropping effortlessly into a sensual kneel, tiny ankles tucked firmly beneath taut haunches, knees splayed wide as close to the edge as she could get and still keep her balance.

She heard with satisfaction the indrawn breaths, her eyes running tauntingly over Johnny’s dark eyes, no longer mocking but instead a little glazed and wide eyed. Her sense of humor quirked at the wolf whistle that split the air and the raunchy wink Mary Angela tossed in her direction before she settled once and for all on Chazz’s dark, hungry eyes.

“Well, I have to admit that I really enjoy the way his lips caress mine,” her voice a breathy whisper as she brought the fingers of one hand up to caress the full curves of her mouth. “But then…I also like the way his fingers like to brush against the pulse at my throat…you know…right here,” breathy turns to husky with desire as her fingers travel down to the pulse beating frantically at her collar, “and then…he has quite a way with those wandering fingers,” the hand comes down, brushing lightly over the sensitive flesh above the swell of her breasts and over the valley between them. She feels her nipples harden in response and sees the muscle jump in Chazz’s tightly set jaw.

“Or perhaps…” breathy and husky dropped to a throbbing purr as both hands reach underneath the proud, full mounds, pressing upwards. She angled her face downwards, cheek parallel to the swell of her right breast, her eyes locked onto the emerald ones just feet from her. “It’s the way his mouth travels over each curve, the exquisite little nips and nibbles before his lips seal around a nipple,” the slow, yearning words pour like honey from her mouth even as her tongue reaches out to stroke one cherry peak erotically. Her mouth quirks in a naughty smile as she watches Chazz’s hands grip his thighs, his cock magnificently erect in the bright shine of the underwater lighting.

“But no…on second thought,” she bites her lower lip tightly between even white teeth, worrying it gently, her eyes flaring with the sensual tension that pulses between the two of them, dropping her hands from the under swell of each breast, trailing delicate fingers over the smooth concavity of her belly, her hitching, audible little breath bringing a shudder from Chazz.

"I really, really LIKE” her low guttural growl on the word brings a narrowing of his eyes as they watch her fingers descend to the apex of her thighs, teasing lightly over the smooth flesh there, “the way his tongue plays over the sensitive…area…” her eyes lift from his, taking in the intent looks on the faces in the pool as they follow her gesture, her fingers splayed against the soft folds of her sex, separating the labia slowly, “here.” She touches her clit with one audacious fingertip, feeling its swell shudder with the touch, watching Chazz’s hand slip around the base of his rampant member involuntarily.

“But most of all,” one hand slipped lower, to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, poised lightly above the entrance to her sex, watching with an intensity born of sensual abandon the hunger that flooded Chazz’s soul, drowning the color of his eyes to dark arousal, tensing the muscles of his body, his eyes captured by the stillness as her fingers pause.

“Most of all, it’s the look in his eyes right now, that turns me on more than anything in this world.” She watches the color suffuse his face as her playful banter takes the entire pool by surprise, her eyes still caressing his.

“What cha’ got a hold of, Speendog?” Jack’s hearty voice full of teasing humor breaks the air.

“Hand check!” and “All hands above the water” come from the two Mary’s as laughter rolls through the dark evening air around them.

Randi drops her hands from her thighs, leaning forward into a graceful little dive that brings her directly before Chazz’s rueful form.

“What was it you were saying about the casting couch?" her whisper, earthy and yearning at his ear changed as he took her in his arms, the press of his body, hard and masculine against her own soft curves making her whimper.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

“Casting couch?” Chazz whispered in Randi’s ear as his arm swooped around and captured her as the shouts of approval and subsequent applause rang across the pool. “Oh, yes … I remember saying something about visiting it sometime this evening.”

“Sometime … does that mean soon?” Randi asked her clear blue eyes seizing the glow from the pool and locking on his. Was the lust that he saw in her eyes a reflection of his feelings or was it her own?

“Soon is one of my favorite words,” Chazz replied, reluctant to let this priceless feeling slip away. “But we have some guests to entertain and they do appear to be a wee bit restless.”

Randi felt so warm inside his embrace, the fullness of her breasts bobbing against his chest as they floated together face to face, the soft skin of her belly rubbing against his cock, her sleek legs bumping against his as they both kicked their way through the water.

The way she had posed on the diving board, describing how she liked him to touch her, the shimmer of her voice and the movement of her hands combining to drive him mad with passion. Randi had excited him so greatly that everyone knew the answer to Jack’s question, and there was little doubt that the other dozen pairs of hands were caressing the aroused flesh of their partners or themselves.

Chazz glanced around the pool and saw the others gathered near the middle, choosing up sides for an aquatic game of volleyball. From the clumps of wet suits around the rim of the pool and a brief visual survey of the participants, everyone had evened the playing field and was delightfully naked.

After sharing a sweet kiss full of promise, they joined the group and laughed and splashed their way through a couple games. More than once in the full innocence of play their bodies crashed together and they fell together underwater, only to surface locked in a full embrace. And once when the ball flew out of the pool, Chazz was the closest and climbed out to retrieve the ball, his proud partial erection waggling between his legs. Before jumping back into the water, his eyes caught Randi’s lustful glance and felt her hand glide lightly up his leg.

When the best of three match was completed, the wet and happy participants climbed from the pool seeking to towel off and wet their thirsts. Chazz built a fire in the Chiminera and broke out a Smores kit. They took turns roasting marshmallows and then crushing them between graham crackers and chunks of chocolate.

“So tell us Professor Gorton, seeing that you are the wine connoisseur amongst us,” Johnny asked, licking the sticky sweet chocolate from his fingers. “Which label do you recommend with this sort of gastronomic delight?”

“Normally I would recommend a Chateau Lafitte ’87,” Robbie answered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “However, seeing that this chocolate was made from milk taken from cows who grazed on the south side of the hill, I would favor a Sonoma Valley Casa Robles ‘94 Burgundy … the perfect compliment to this thick rich delightful confection.”

The group mostly remained near the warmth of the Chiminera, sitting casually in conversation largely unmindful of their mutual nakedness. When the wine ran low, Chazz knotted his towel around his hips and trudged up to the house.

“I’ll come with,” Randi said and scampered behind him, her towel tucked around her body snuggly under her arms. She found Chazz in the kitchen squatting down by wine cooler. “Need some help?” she asked, her hands on his shoulders, fingers digging into his taut muscles.

“Mmm, you have a way of helping that I could get completely used to,” Chazz responded, resting his hand atop one of hers. He fished out a pair of wine bottles and stood, turning to face Randi. Their eyes locked together for the millionth time this day. Chazz felt her hand dive into the folds of his towel and brush against his thick member. “Oh, baby,” he said, lifting a hand to her cheek as her warm fingers found his heated center. “I want you so much …”

“Then maybe we should find that casting couch of yours,” Randi whispered in a soft deep voice. As she fished through his towel, the knot loosened and the plush towel fell away from his hips revealing her long slender fingers curling around his thickness.

“We just might have to,” Chazz said, bringing his hand down along her neck, just as she had described earlier out by the pool. His fingers tugged at her towel and pulled it away from her body. Setting the wine bottles down on the counter, he moved against Randi, backing her toward the living room. When their bodies met, it felt as if they were on fire. All of the teasing and touching, the kisses and caresses all through the day had brought them to a peak of arousal. But as they danced into the room, the sound of another voice greeted them.

Looking over toward the fireplace, they could see Kate lying back on an easy chair, her head tossed to a side, her red hair trailing down over her shoulder, her long pale legs up in the air, and Jack Wilson kneeling between humping her furiously. Her sighs and moans were loud and frequent, punctuating their lovemaking with an urgent staccato. Randi giggled softly and watched with fascination for a few moments with Chazz. It was a needy desirous passion on exhibition, one that couldn’t wait to get home, one that couldn’t wait even to find privacy upstairs.

Eventually Chazz reached his arm around Randi’s waist and they moved back to the kitchen and retrieved their towels. There was a decided look in their eyes as they opened the wine and carried it out to the deck where everyone else had gathered. But the time that the wine and fresh topics of conversation were exhausted, it was well after midnight.

Two by two, clothing was retrieved and goodbyes were exchanged. Kate and Jack did try to make a discreet reappearance, but the blush on her chest and the shit-eating grin on Jack’s face belied their effort at keeping their little rendezvous a secret. By the time the last guests had departed, Chazz fell back against the door and sighed. Randi moved toward him, remaining just out of his reach.

“I love those people, every one,” Chazz remarked. “But I thought that they would never leave!” His first thought was of the glasses on the tables and the usual clutter of company. But then as Randi stood near him, he could see that look return to her eyes, the look that he had seen often this day, a look that he could no longer deny. He reached out to her, taking her hand, pulling her toward him. Chazz pried her towel apart and let it fall to the floor. Randi yanked his towel from his hips.

“Chazz,” she purred softly. “All day long I have heard later, soon, in a while … if this isn’t the time I don’t know when …”

He grinned. Chazz looked down into her light blue eyes, he felt the warmth of her soft body pushing up against him, he could sense the high level of tension that had been building inside her … hell, inside himself, and he knew that the time had come. Chazz gathered her up in his arms and carried her upstairs to his room. As they entered, he realized that she had never been inside this place, his inner sanctum. He went straight to the bed and laid her down, pausing for a moment to take in the sight of her stretched out on the plush silken comforter. Her dark hair was swirling about her face, her arms lay above her head, her back arching, her legs spread slightly. There was not a single part of her that he did not want to kiss, caress, or make love to. And from the way she looked at him, he knew she must be able to see.

He reached for the nearest part of her, her foot, and raised it up. Climbing onto the bed, he brought it to his lips, kissing her dainty manicured toes. With his loving hands and adoring lips, Chazz explored her legs, from her feet and ankles all the way up to her hips. By the time he reached the apex of her legs, he was greeted by the astounding scent of her aroused sex. She was spread for him, the hot pink inner labia glistening, the pale nub of her clit protruding expectantly.

“So you really, really like it when my tongue touches you here?” he asked, flicking just the tip of his tongue against her most sensitive part. He thought she would jump straight up from the bed. Her body twitched violently and she groaned from the painful denial that had been building all day.

“Oh, god, yes!” Randi answered, lifting her hips up toward his face.

“And to think that this is just Act One …” Chazz remarked and lowered his head down to her, burying his face in the warm sweet dampness of her sex. He felt Randi clamp her hand down upon his head, pulling him into her hungry pussy. “Arrrggghhh!” he growled as he began to eat her feverishly.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

She’d enjoyed the party and enjoyed his friends immensely but she’d never been so glad to see the last guest disappear in her life. Her hunger for him, stroked and fed by his touches and glances and her own active imagination all day long, threatens her own sanity, at this point. She needs him and she needs him now.

“So you really, really like my tongue here?” the touch of his tongue so intimate against her most needy flesh was cruel. It made her jump, the throb of the caress flooding her senses, her whimper cascading from her lips with a fervor she couldn’t ever remember feeling before.

“Oh God yes!” her hips arc upwards, begging for his attention, the shimmering heat in her belly lapping upwards, hardening her nipples painfully.

The room smells of Chazz, spicy and fresh, the soft silk and the plush bed beneath her taunting her with her inability to bring her hips up close enough, to press her sex hard enough against his teasing mouth. The gentle tang of chorine from the water drifts up from them both as she squirms beneath his heated mouth finally burying her hands into the thickness of his hair and guiding him to the heart of her.

“Yes, Chazz…oh God yes…eat me, eat my pussy lover,” the slide of his lips over the soft folds of her labia, the press of his tongue that separates them delving deep into the sweet cream of her hungry response drives her wild with lust. “Please baby…please God yes…oh yeah, yeah, yeah,” his tongue sliding around the grasping eager muscles at the entrance to her dripping sex, her hips thrusting upwards begging for it’s length deep within her.

“Fuck me Chazz…please, please, fuck me with your tongue. Yes! Oh yeahhhh baby, yeahhhhh,” her whimpers sink to low moans, the moans becoming a crescendo of achingly wanton pleas as his tongue dips beyond the gate and strokes the clenching muscles within, slowly, to his own rhythm, ignoring the goading of her hips.

With a suddenness that startles her, he pushes her more deeply into the lush comfort of the bed, guiding her feet over his shoulders, his large palms spaced against her smooth thighs pushing her as wide as she can go. His tongue, stiff, solid and relentless presses into her depths, pulling out every fifth or sixth stroke, randomly, to pull her swollen throbbing clit between his lips, suckle and release it with the lightest scrape of his teeth before returning to her sweet, wet cunt.

The first ripples of release are so intermingled with the shuddering reaction to his caress that she doesn’t recognize it for what it is, pulling herself violently away from his startled embrace and curling up on her side, breath rasping loudly between them.

“No…oh God no…don’t…please…not yet,” his hands slide over the full curve of her ass, stroking each cheek lightly, allowing her a semblance of control.

Gasping she rolls back toward him her hands urging him up close next to her, pushing him flat on his back and like a sinuous wanton beast she crawls over his prone form, straddling his shoulders with her knees, trailing light, hungry kisses down the flat expanse of his belly before wrapping her lips around his swollen cock with a fury that leaves them both writhing.

Using his own random rhythm against him her mouth engulfs his throbbing shaft to the same beat as his tongue invades her pussy. Drawing him into the warm, wet depths of her mouth, sealing her lips around his shaft to give him the benefit of the suction and humming deep in her throat she glories in the eager grunts and moans that issue from between her legs.

This time it’s Chazz that puts a restraining hand on her back, reaching up and digging his fingers into the depths of her hair, pulling her backwards when she doesn’t respond quickly enough. She obeys the harsh tug, pulling her lips away from his erection feeling the aching, greedy grasp of her pussy and lies limp in against his sweat slicked flesh until he releases her hair.

Slowly, she spins herself around, straddling his hips with her own her eyes luminous on his. A gentle nod of his head and she lifts her hips. One large hand wraps around his cock and he slowly presses himself against the dripping slit of her sex.

“Please Chazz…take me lover…all of me, take me, make me yours…all yours. Please Chazz,” greedy, wanton abandon deepens her frenzied cries as she begs him to fill her, take her, fuck her until neither of them can hold back a moment longer

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

He wanted her badly. After a long day of work and play, of unexpected and escalating desire, they had come to this moment. His body reverberated with the intense thrill of feeling the throbbing passion of this wanton, willing woman perched atop his cock. Like hot wax, the heat of her body was flowing around him, surrounding him. Like a compressed spring ready to be released, her body rose above him, poised for the impending recoil.

“My god, do I want you, Randi!” he said. “I have wanted you like this all day!”

With just the head of his cock pressed against her sex, almost baiting her, Chazz ran his hands up along her legs, gliding over her trim hips, her narrow waist, up to the generous swell of her breasts, suspended just within his reach. He explored every soft tender inch of her body. Raking the sharp points of her breasts over his palms, he reached up for her face, capturing her in his hands, feeling the accelerated beating of her heart where his fingers lay against her neck.

“Then take me, Chazz … I need this … I need you …” she implored.

His hips rose upward, driving the full thickness of his greedy cock into her, feeling the gasp of pleasure that escaped her wash over his chest. Slowly feeding each luxurious inch of himself inside her, Chazz felt her pussy stretch around him, her hot slick walls taking as much of him as he wanted. Randi leaned forward and placed her hands on his shoulders. When her body came to rest on his pubic bone, his cock fully buried inside her, Chazz pulled her down closer, crushing her breasts against his chest, pressing his mouth against hers, his tongue extending an invitation to dance with hers.

“Oh, yes, Chazz … god yes!” she breathed heavily next to his ear. “God you feel so good inside my pussy!”

Then he began to move, rocking his hips in a circular motion, barely sliding himself out of her before plunging fully inside and grinding his belly against hers. Chazz laced his arms around her back, holding her body tightly to him while he worked his long thick cock in and out of her tight gripping sex. He felt her body writhe and wriggle within his grasp. Their vocabulary descended into a series of grunts and moans, growls and sighs, sprinkled with an occasional profanity.

Chazz didn’t stop moving, he felt a great energy coursing through him, spurred on by the touch and taste and scent of the girl bucking and bouncing on top of him. When she seemed to reach a peak of excitement, he held her fast against him and thrust himself madly into her again and again and again. Randi screamed with pleasure; she buried her face into the flesh of his shoulder and he felt the sharp tingle of her teeth nipping him.

“You like the way I fuck you?” Chazz asked, loosening his grip on her.

Randi pushed herself up and started to bounce up and down, rocking her hips back and forth as she rode up and down his hard thick cock. “I love the way you fuck me … the way you fill me up,” she moaned.

Chazz moved his hands down to grip the cheeks of her ass tightly and drive her up and down with a greater force. Their bodies dampened with the sweat of their lust, slapped together loudly. Randi reached up and cupped her breasts as they bounced with her body, kneading her taut nipples. Chazz smacked her ass with his hand lightly then again harder.

“Oh, fuck!” Randi cried out and began to rock faster and harder on top of him.

“You like that?” Chazz said and then smacked her ass harder.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Randi cried out. “Spank me! Fuck! Spank me harder!”

The tingling swat of his hand seemed to ignite Randi. Her hands gripped him tighter, her nails dug deep into his shoulders, her pussy seemed to clench more tightly around his cock, as she bounced furiously above him. He could feel the flow of her wetness seeping down over his cock and balls and down the crack of his ass.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Randi screamed.

When the fluid motion of her body seemed to reach a crescendo, Chazz held her firm above him and hammered her body with long deep hard thrusts. This time when she bit him he felt a warm scarlet rivulet form and trickle down over his skin. Randi collapsed down onto him, her body shuddering and trembling.

“Oh, Chazz … Chazz … Chazz …” she moaned breathlessly.

Rolling her over onto her side, Chazz slipped from underneath her and climbed up onto his knees. He maneuvered her onto all fours and guided his rigid cock toward her wet gaping twat. Running the head back and forth over her engorged hot pink labia, he teased her.

“Do you want some more, Baby?” he taunted, smacking his cock against her pussy and ass. “You want some more of this?”

“Oh fuck, Chazz!” she cried out, looking back at him, her light blue eyes glazed over with a heady lust. “Oh god yes!”

Chazz could see the rouged imprints of his hands on the sweet globes of her ass. He smacked her again with his hand and swatted his cock against her glistening pussy.

“You want some more, Baby?” he teased. “Tell me what you want, Babe … tell me …”

“Fuck me, Chazz! Fuck me deep and hard! Please fuck me some more!”

Chazz couldn’t believe the incredible sight before his eyes, the gorgeous tanned body angled and arranged just for him, ass high and wiggling and begging for him, the urgent pleas calling to him, and the look—the fantastic look of lust that she gave him when looking back. Arching his hips just a bit, her brought the head of his cock to her pussy and pushed inside, burying himself completely into her, so deep that his balls pressed against her clit.

“Yes … please … fuck me … please … fuck me!” Randi cried out, pushing her ass back against his belly.

Gripping her hips, Chazz began to work his cock in and out of her with long slow deliberate strokes. Randi eagerly pushed back against him trying to increase the pace. Chazz spanked her ass again sharply and she slowed. He reached for her hair and grabbed a handful, tugging her head back in sequence with his deep hard strokes, pulling her body firmly against him.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed. Chazz could feel his cock plunge deeply into her, the head bumping against her cervix. He reached down around her belly and grazed his fingertips on her clit, tickling and teasing at first, then frigging her firmly. “Jesus, Chazz!” she shouted. “Oh fuck!”

The surroundings of his room seemed to melt away, the art moderne furnishings of dark mahogany and brass, the artwork, the panoramic view all faded from their awareness. All that mattered was the two of them and the tremendous electric sensations that were snapping between them. Randi’s head and shoulders fell to the bedsheets, her face buried for a moment in the plush pillows. The force of his thrusts pushed her hips downward and they collapsed together on the sheets.

“Chazz … Chazz … Chazz …” she breathed heavily. “Chazz …”

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

The repetition of his name echoed around them in the sweaty, sex laden air, her voice, husky and hoarse, no longer sounded like her own. She couldn’t remember ever being so aroused, so completely turned on, so wanton in abandon.

Her face met the pillow, buried in its soft depths as they collapsed together, muffling her moans and the achingly greedy whimpers that poured freely from her lips. Her sex, slick and wet with greed, was wrapped around his rampant cock like a glove, gripping him tight in her clutches like a bitch in heat. She could feel him throbbing within her, so magnificently aroused that the head of his cock pressed hard against her cervix, a taunting dull ache of pleasure deep within her.

One strong hand pushed patiently at the back of her thigh spreading her wider as he pressed himself in as deep as he could possibly get, her own whimper of need and acceptance muted into the pillow. The other buried deep in the roots of her hair, gripped sweaty tresses like reins as he pulled her head back drawing her eyes to his.

“Do you like that Randi?” deep and throaty his teasing growl left her mewling with agreement. His hips pressed forward dissolving every millimeter of space between them, his hand suppressing her writhing with one sharp tug at her hair. “Wrap your snatch around me, love, grip me.”

Her muscles clenched without volition, the sexy taunting tone and the earthy explicit language shivering through her, bringing a soft muttered oath from her partner.

“I’m so hard Randi, it hurts. Release me and grip me again.”

Her body didn't want to let him go and it took hard conscious effort to calm those inner muscles, a soft whimper escaping her as she did. He surged forward pressing more deeply than ever within her warm clutches, soliciting a soft cry of sweet pain from her as he does. She shuddered beneath him, that amazing transformation of pain to pleasure swamping her senses and she tightened around him once more, the clench of her muscles drawing on every inch of his length. He responded with a primal masculine grunt of need.

“Again, Randi,” the throbbing intensity of his voice quivered through her, pleasure roiling through her body in sweet viscous waves.

Again the slow release, starting with the deepest of her inner muscles, cascading outward like a ripple along the hard shaft of his cock. Again the hungry, forceful thrust deep within her, the agonizingly breathless moment of full penetration, her own deep, haunting moan as it turns to fierce, insistent pleasure. Again the greedy, hungry clench of her around him, beginning at the throbbing base of him and flowing upwards which stroked them both to new heights.

“Oh…Oh God Chazz…” she stuttered with exquisite abandon.

“I’m here baby,” his voice teased her.

“Please? Please lover,” the hunger in her voice is vicious, her body wild as it plead for his.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

Her plea was hot and urgent, as animal-like as their coupling. Chazz thrust himself deeply pouring his body into hers. His hips and legs were wedged between her thighs and the firm cheeks of her ass were crushed against the force of his flat belly. Chazz reached for her wrists and held her arms firmly above her head, his strength and effort and lust roiling as his body melted into hers.

He crushed her down into the soft silk of the sheets, feeling her body wiggle and squirm and respond. The sodden channel of her sex alternately gripped him and stroked him, piling up sensation after delicious sensation until they were both swimming in an exquisite ocean of desire and pleasure. Yet, Chazz didn’t stop, his body was fueled by an intensity that he had never known possible, a desire that he had yet to define, and a yearning that was far from being satisfied.

He clutched her body to his and rolled over onto his side. The rush of fresh air into her lungs brought a new surge of cries from her. Yet his body continued to rock and move as they spooned. With each stroke of his hard thick cock into her hot wet pussy Chazz could feel his climax build, yet he didn’t want this feeling of connection to end. With one arm curled underneath and up around her, Chazz held her tightly, his hand capturing her breast firmly. His other hand danced over her body, feeling the way her shape changed as she responded to his thrusting. When his fingers raked across her hard little clit, he thought she would explode.

Chazz could feel the waterfall of her wetness cascading onto their thighs. They were all about heat and sweat and musky dampness, hearts thumping, hard bodies grinding. When, in the flurry of their urgent coupling, his cock popped out of her Chazz climbed up and rolled Randi over onto her back and settled between the spread of her legs. Her neck and chest were deeply rouged and her nipples were erect and fully puckered from her supreme arousal. He grasped her hips and pulled her up toward his cock. Helplessly, her arms fell back upon the sheets as he dragged her toward him and she looked up.

“Chazz … oh, Chazz … please …” she cried out.

Chazz arranged her legs up and hooked her ankles over his shoulders, then guided his glistening cock toward the reddened slit of her abused sex. Her heavy lidded eyes watched as he plunged deeply into her again. Madly he pumped himself into her, fueling a climb up and away from the confines of who and where they were. They were no longer just a writer and assistant fucking on his bed, they were a woman and a man rising to where time and place and person have no meaning. As Randi cried out for him, Chazz took her relentlessly, feeling his body approach the ultimate peak that had been building all day.

“Oh, fuck, Baby!” Chazz grunted as he felt his balls rise up snug to his body. He let her hips fall back to the bed and lowered himself down. His arms wrapped around her shoulders as her legs tied themselves around his hips. There were mad wild kisses, fingernails digging deep, and hot profane words expelled as their bodies melded into one thrashing orgasmic creature.

Then he felt that sublime heat rise up through his body, the tide of his seed surging forth, burning a path toward her. His body arched and wrenched tightly as his cum shot deep inside her. He felt her squirm and wriggle and clench him tightly.

“Yes, Chazz! Cum in me! Oh, god yes!” she cried out. “Ooo … I feel it, Baby!”

Again and again and again he plunged deep inside her, each thrust filling her more completely, until finally he was fully out of breath and his body was overwhelmed with the trembling tingling feeling of complete release.

“My god!” Chazz exhaled. “What the fuck was that?” He continued to hold Randi tightly feeling his cock wallowing in the delicious hot soupy mix of her pussy. “I thought I was about to leave this world!”

“Well if you didn’t wait all day to cum, you might find it easier to deal with,” Randi replied.

Chazz brushed away the tendrils of her black hair that had plastered themselves to her face and then kissed her warmly and tenderly and he hoped, thankfully.

“Perhaps,” he then growled, “But damn! That was worth it!”

He rolled over onto his back pulling her little body on top of his, still so sweetly and intimately coupled together. For the next few luxurious moments, Chazz wanted to hold onto this feeling as much as he wanted to hold onto Randi. Slowly their surroundings began to filter back in, the glowing light from the moon, the gentle stirring of the night breeze through the open windows, the damp sheets beneath him. But most of all, he loved the feeling of the little woman resting on top of him, her head on the pillow of his shoulder, her slender fingers tracing over his chest, and her body glued to him with the sweet slick juice of their love making.

“You are one unforgettable lover,” Chazz remarked as his hands moved slowly over her back, exploring each soft and supple nook and cranny, each rounded curve, each sleek line. “Not to mention one Cracker Jack typist and personal assistant …”

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

Anguished by the sheer force of their orgasm, she found herself without words, her senseless cries of release rocking her like nothing ...ever…before… Her body, shuddering and writhing beneath his, the gentle caress of his lips as his body strained against hers. God! What a feeling!

Gasping, panting for breath, she reveled in the feeling of his body on hers, reveling in the masculine feel of his feral body against hers. She’d felt him expend himself, the deep, rampant surge of him flooding her sex even as her own shuddering release swamped her. Time stopped…breath stopped…the only thing that didn’t was sensation. She shuddered beneath him, the sensual ache of her climax, rocking her world, timeless in it’s intent.

“Chazz, Chazz, Chazz…” her cries couldn’t have expressed her arousal more thoroughly, his response; deep, tender and exquisitely mindless left her screaming his name.

“What the fuck was that,” his words, course, crude and definitely sensual, caressed her ears.

She felt him, wallowing within her, the warmth, the wetness of her pussy drawing at him, pulling, clenching finalizing those beautiful little after tremors, leaving her mindless with pleasure.

She rested on him, her eyes adoring every feature, basking in the glow of a sensual height beyond her imagination.

“You are an unforgettable lover, not to mention a Cracker Jack typist…”

It was all she could do to meet his eyes, her own brimming with an emotion that was foreign to her. Admiration, sincerity and adoration radiated from her, warming her skin, flushing her cheeks.

“Hold me, Chazz. Please, hold me.”

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

So he did, he held her until her body quit quivering and shaking and sleep seemed to overtake her. Chazz reached for the silken top sheet and pulled it over their drowsy bodies and surrendered to his own need for rest. During the night they shifted positions, Randi sliding off to the side and turning, Chazz turning in toward her, spooning again. He knew because he awoke briefly, felt her warm and near to him and drifted off again into sweet slumber. It was late when he awoke again, later than usual at least for him, and he felt the distinct absence of Randi beside him.

Chazz sat up in bed and looked around. Almost 8 AM. He slipped from between the sheets and went to the window. No sign of her outside anywhere. Then he pulled on a robe and went downstairs. There was no sign of her in the kitchen or elsewhere. There were some words and phrases floating through his head and he wanted to set them down, so he headed toward his office. That’s when he saw her, seated at the computer, busily typing away. At first he was going to make a wisecrack about dedication to the job or some such, but then he was seized by the urge to surprise her. So he crept up slowly and noiselessly behind her while she tapped away animatedly.

Randi wasn’t reading from a pad or collection of his papers, which made him curious. He could see that she was dressed in a shirt … perhaps one pulled from his closet? He grinned when thinking about how absolutely sexy it was when a girl wore a guy’s shirt. When she paused in her typing and leaned back as if in thought, Chazz stopped in his tracks. When she resumed so did he and with two quick strides he reached the back of the chair. As she typed away intently, Chazz leaned down and rested his hands on her shoulders, whispering, “Sooo …” Randi jumped in the chair, looking back defensively. “Writing a letter home to Mother when you could be in bed snuggling with me?”

“Oh my god, Chazz! You almost scared the shit out of me!” she remarked agitatedly, clicking the mouse to minimize the window into which she had been writing.

“Sorry, Babe, but I missed you,” Chazz said, his hands working gently on her shoulders. He recognized the shirt as one of his, a white silk blend button-down. Chazz also recognized the sharp tips of her breasts protruding into the sleek silken fabric. “Whatcha writing?”

“Oh, nothing much … just something of my own,” Randi answered.

“Nice,” Chazz remarked. “A little competition never hurt.”

“Oh, this isn’t in your league, Chazz,” Randi said, the pressure from his hands massaging her shoulders leaving her neck loose and pliant. “Oh … babe …”

“What’s that?” Chazz asked, his voice innocent but his intent clear when he bent down to kiss her neck just below the ear. His hands moved down over the shirt, parting the top couple of buttons as his fingers curled around the surging mounds of her breasts through the soft fabric of the shirt.

“My god, Chazz … after last night,” she moaned. “You’re still ready to go?”

“Of course, it’s morning, isn’t it?” Chazz whispered near her ear. “Just making sure that you know I’m still interested.”

“Oh, I can see your level of interest,” she replied, pulling him around as she turned in the chair. The not so subtle rise in his robe revealed his mindset. “But a man cannot live by sex alone, can he?”

“It’s been tried,” Chazz said with a shudder as Randi slipped her hand up his thigh underneath his robe. “Believe me, it’s been tried … but not very successfully …”

“Then I suppose that means ‘this’ has to wait?” she teased, her fingers gliding lightly over his aroused manhood.

“Maybe not ‘has’ to wait … ‘should’ is probably more appropriate,” Chazz groaned as Randi gave him a little squeeze before withdrawing her hand. He bent down and kissed her softly. “Now I have some laps need to do before anything else … the way I ate last night, I may have to double up the rest of the week.”

With another kiss and a caress of her cheek, Chazz went down for his swim. Starting slow and deliberately, Chazz worked back and forth through the water, finally working out all the sleep and stiffness from his body and climbed out invigorated and starving. After toweling off he found Randi in the breakfast room having prepared a little breakfast for the two of them. Their tableside conversation was light and breezy, undercut only by the occasional flirtatious comments and subtle glances meant to titillate. Did Randi realize that the shirt she wore was almost completely unbuttoned and what the shimmering glimpses of her breasts and legs and the dark reaches between her thighs were doing to him? Chazz grinned at the thought that she did know that and more.

After breakfast he went up to shower and change then into the office to write. Randi joined him some time later, having showered and dressed also. The morning passed quickly as he wrote and she typed, he teased and she flirted. When the phone rang, Randi picked it up.

“Chazz Mitchell’s office,” she said with a wink toward Chazz’s curious face, her voice sounding quite official. “Yes … oh hi, Mari … just fine thanks … all right … just a sec …” Randi put her hand over the receiver. “It’s Marise for you,” she said softly.

Chazz went over to the desk and took the receiver from Randi. “Hello, Marise.”

“Charles! Sounds like things are going pretty well with your little assistant there,” Marise said.

“Yes, she’s been doing a bang up job since she got here,” Chazz commented.

“Cute one … Look I haven’t got much time since I’m already late for lunch, but I was talking with Brumblebutt this morning and he wants to meet tomorrow … maybe do something late like dinner …”

“Gee, I don’t know …” Chazz said reluctantly.

“Not a major thing, but I was telling him about the progress you’ve been making and he is very interested in having a taste of what you’ve been working on …”

“I guess …”

“I think it would be a good idea,” Marise went on. “And it would give you a chance to introduce him to Randi.”

“Maybe,” Chazz mused. “Let me check, okay?” Chazz glanced down to Randi. “Marise wants to do dinner with Brumblebutt tomorrow … remember, Bill Brumble, my humble publisher? Are you free?”

Randi started to nod but then caught herself. “You know I can’t,” she said softly. “I’ve sort of already made plans with some friends, sorry.”

“S’okay, just thought I’d ask,” Chazz said then spoke with Marise on the phone. “Randi already has plans I guess but I suppose that I could get up for that … only if the old bastard buys … and remind him, I don’t eat cheaply …”

“Of course it will be on his tab,” Marise laughed. “He always pays through the nose for EVERYTHING!”

“So shoot me a call when you know when and were to meet,” Chazz replied.

After hanging up with Marise, Chazz went back to finish his writing. He knew he shouldn’t be offended that she would already have plans, but he did feel a little odd knowing that she wouldn’t be with him for the dinner. Ah, she has her own life to live, Chazz thought. Don’t need to be getting all possessive about her … that’d be weird …

“You don’t mind that I have plans, do you?” Randi asked as if she could read his mind.

“Of course not,” Chazz replied, trying to conceal his disappointment. “This isn’t a 24/7 job.”

“But that isn’t part of my job, is it, to go places with you?” Randi asked, rising up from the desk and walking over to his writing table. Actually, it wasn’t so much a walk as a saunter, with a seductive little sway of the hips. “My job is to help you with your book, to type, answer the phone, make sure you’re putting in enough work hours, right?” It was her turn to massage his shoulders for a change and she stood behind his chair and began to knead the taut muscles of his neck and shoulders. “All that other stuff, is like on my own … at least the way I see it.”

“That sounds about right,” Chazz replied, feeling her small hands work to relieve the tenseness in his shoulders. “You are certainly wise beyond your years, young lady.”

“I think so,” she said proudly, applying a wonderful stroke to the back of his neck..

“But about ‘all that other stuff’,” he said slowly, tilting his head toward her, “And the way you do it …”

“Yes?”

“I have some definite opinions about that,” Chazz said and swiveled in his chair quickly, scooping Randi up and planting her in his lap as he turned. Randi squealed as she fell onto him, her arms settling around his shoulders as he nuzzled toward her.

“Why, Mr. Mitchell,” she teased. “I haven’t finished my morning assignment.”

“You haven’t?” Chazz said kissing her neck and nibbling at her ear. “That’s terrible … I may have to take some disciplinary action …” He felt her squirm in his lap.

“But I’m still on the time clock, aren’t I?” she asked playfully.

“Not till after lunch, honey,” Chazz remarked. “Cause I’m more interested in ‘all that other stuff’!”

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

“Sorry Babe, but I missed you,” the warm throb of the words eclipsed the startled pounding of her heart and a yearning, vulnerable smile painted her lips, her eyes warm on his. The gentle sensual banter between them elated her even as her fingers manipulated the hard throb of him beneath her touch.

Their breakfast together was a cozy, domestic little scene that she found herself reveling in, the rest of their morning spent in easy, rewarding companionship that accomplished quite a lot. She found herself glancing over at him often, his familiar profile stirring a warmth inside that surprised her. She liked him. She liked him a lot.

Turning to hide the sappy smile that crept over her face, the thought troubled her. She analyzed the emotion and realized that somehow he’d gotten far more thoroughly under her skin than she was willing to admit. The phone rang, pulling her from her thoughts, Mari’s warm, husky alto playful in her ear as she’d asked for Chazz.

The dinner request, or more accurately, the warm rush of thrill and adoration that washed through her senses when he asked her to join him threw her for a loop. ‘It was that,’ she admitted, ashamed with her own reaction, ‘that made her decline the invitation. She’d had no intention of attending the evening’s festivities with David and his group until that moment.’

She regretted it the moment she said it, seeing the brief darkening of the emerald glow of his eyes, the deepening of the rugged character lines the lightly etched his eyes. She walked behind him, her saunter suggestive and encouraging, laying her hands on the firm, warm flesh of his shoulders that bunched beneath the soft chambray of his shirt. Her fingers found his tension points, kneading away the knots, feeling him uncoil beneath her touch, his soft exhalation an erotic moan between them.

Why she felt the need to specify her job description was beyond her. She knew, without question, that what they gave each other outside of the office was unique and special, a gift between themselves. When his mood turned playful she sighed with relief, pushing away the niggling concerns, the almost wary apprehension that surged through her earlier.

~

Standing in front of her mirror, smoothing the sleek black fabric of her dress over her provocatively displayed curves, she couldn’t help but smile, remembering the tumult of events that occurred after Mari’s phone call.

The gentle game between them had taken a new twist with her admission that she hadn’t finished her assignment. He’d pulled her onto his lap, his kiss ferocious, hard and demanding, his teeth savaging her lower lip, as he’d demanded entry. Nearly as quickly he’d flipped her lithe, sleek young body over his knees ignoring her squeal of astonishment, one large hand playing over the sleek fabric of her shorts, caressing the full curves of her bottom.

“Disciplinary action is definitely called for, wouldn’t you agree Miss Meadows?” the playful taunt in his voice turned husky.

She felt her breath catch inside with the unyielding press of his other palm hot against the small of her back, holding her in his lap like some recalcitrant school girl as she squirmed against him almost embarrassed by the rush of arousal that left her achingly ready for him in a heartbeat.

The game had escalated from there with an intensity that had left her shaking in his arms, later. He’d spanked her, surprisingly hard with a powerfully firm hand that simply increased her adoration for him. Her hunger, the extent of the arousal he unleashed within her had astonished him and left her begging in wanton abandon.

He’d taken her over the desk, pinning her thighs against the wooden edge with his own, pulling her wrists together in the middle of her back and securing them there with a cruel grip while his other buried itself into the roots of her hair. It had been brutal with a soul wrenching tenderness that had stroked their senses beyond anything they’d experienced together before.

When it was over he’d carried her cradled in his arms to his bed, lying her down with an aching gentleness, pressing his lips to the abraded flesh on her hips, his hands chafing lightly over the imprint his grip had left on her wrists that were, even then beginning to darken with bruises.

“I loved it, Chazz,” she’d whispered, pressing her lips to the silken sheen of his blonde hair, appalled at the word that had first sprung to her lips instead of “it”.

She glanced down at her wrists; saw the dark circles of his hold on her reflected even from a distance in her mirror. ‘How appropriate,” she mused, taking one last glance at the elegant fall of her simple black dress, cut daringly low over her breasts, its décolletage held together by the blunt glow of the iron circle that lay coldly over the swell of her breasts. She could feel the stinging abrasions on her hips, chafed by the lacy straps of her garters and smiled at her reflection in satisfaction.

She refused to admit the reluctance that filled her at the thought of the party before her. ‘She needed it, she did!’ arguing with herself all the way down the stairs and into the garage. She needed the release that would come from the nights activities, erasing the remembrance of the hurt in Chazz’s eyes when she’d declined his invitation, erasing her own doubts about the depth of her response to him, but most of all, erasing memory of the tender, apologetic apprehension on his face after their union. She did, she needed it.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

As he showered and dressed for the evening, Chazz struggled unsuccessfully to banish thoughts of Randi from his mind. He knew she had a life outside his own little world and that he had to let her go when she wanted. But all of his high and mighty rationale couldn’t conceal the disappointment at not having her company this evening.

While showering, he replayed the afternoon’s events in his mind. He hadn’t anticipated how their play would escalate from a simple spanking to where he had her bent over his desk, her shorts pooled around her ankles, her panties ripped away, her breasts bared and mashed against the oak tabletop while he gripped her firmly and took her with a raw energy he didn’t know he possessed. Even though he had cum awesomely earlier, just the remembrance was enough for his cock to spring to attention again.

And her confession about loving it stirred him. He had always cultivated a reputation as a good but gentle lover, which had earned him praise from past lovers, his ex-wife included. Yet being with Randi had released something exciting inside him, something that aroused him as much at it alarmed him. He began to think of being with her in other ways, and of little surprises that he could spring on her unsuspectingly. A devilish grin crept over his face.

As he slipped into his jacket, he heard the sound of Randi’s Lexus backing from the garage. She looked gorgeous in a little black dress and stockings and Chazz felt a twinge of jealousy as she pulled away up the drive. Bad thought! Bad thought! He sighed and shrugged his shoulders and went down to the garage. He knew they would be meeting at the Parkway Grill down on South Arroyo Parkway and that put him in the mood to drive the Bentley.

Marise and Brumm were already there by the time Chazz arrived. Brumm rose up to shake Chazz’s hand. He waved over the waiter.

“From the look of it, this man needs a drink,” Brumm said.

“Bourbon Manhattan on the rocks,” Chazz ordered.

“I’ve heard a vicious rumor that you have been making some great progress on your new book,” Brumm said, sparing them the niceties of banal small talk.

“As a matter of fact yes,” Chazz replied. “It’s coming along really well.”

“So when can I catch a glimpse of it?” Brumm asked pointedly.

Chazz tossed the thin manila envelope he had brought with him onto the table in front of Brumm. Marise and Chazz sipped their drinks and watched as Brumm thumbed through the pages, his look unwavering and unemotional, as usual.

“Too bad that Randi couldn’t join us,” Marise remarked. Chazz shrugged his shoulders. “I like her … and I think she’s good for you.”

“We’ll see about that,” Chazz replied.

Brumm set the manuscript pages down and leaned back in his chair.

“So what do you think?” Marise asked expectantly.

“Different … very different,” Brumm said in his deep baritone voice. “A little darker than usual … but hot, very hot … I like it … do you have any more?”

“Yes, but not with me,” Chazz answered. “You’ll have to wait until it’s all completed.”

“I said you would like it,” Marise added. “I think it’s some of the best he’s written in years!”

“When can I expect the rest of it?” Brumm asked very much to the point.

“Soon,” Chazz replied. “Soon as I’m satisfied.”

“Evasive as always,” Brumm grumbled.

As they ordered dinner and waited, Chazz found himself looking around at the elegant and fashionable décor. He liked this place for the interior garden and charming atmosphere. He made a mental note to bring Randi here sometime. He wondered for a moment about where she was and what she was up to. Then Brumblebutt started relating one of his long-winded stories that were always amusing at the least, drawing Chazz’s attention back to the table.

The dinner was pleasant and Brumm insisted on ordering a second bottle of an expensive wine. When he excused himself for a moment after dinner, Marise turned to Chazz and rested her hand on his arm.

“So Charles … about the other night,” Marise began.

“So, what about it?” Chazz replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

“I know we all had a little too much to drink and I don’t remember exactly everything, but …”

“There’s nothing to explain, hon,” Chazz interjected. “Nothing to make excuses for.”

“I know, but I don’t usually go in for that kind of scene, my puritanical upbringing I guess.” Marise was clearly embarrassed.

“Look, we all had a good time. I know that Randi and I both enjoyed your company, so don’t worry about it, ok?”

“Okay,” Marise smiled warmly. “I hope you don’t mind my saying so, but I really like Randi.”

“I guess it’s no surprise that I do too,” Chazz admitted, catching himself with his own words.

“Thanks, Charles,” Marise said, giving his arm a little squeeze.

“So what are you two connivers scheming about now?” Brumblebutt asked as he returned to the table.

“Up to absolutely no good,” Chazz cracked.

They lingered a while longer until Brumblebutt was ready to leave. As they waited for their cars to be brought around, Chazz checked the time. It wasn’t yet midnight and he wasn’t ready to head home. After leaving the restaurant, it didn’t take long to find a place with loud music and a crowd, someplace in which he could lose himself for a couple hours. He found a nice spot to check out the scene, parked his ass and ordered a drink. Chazz enjoyed watching the kids dance and loved to sketch in his mind little scenarios behind each couple or group that he saw. Not that he was any kind of wallflower. He chuckled at the thought of coming here with Randi and what it would be like to dance with her.

As closing time drew near, the place began to empty and Chazz found himself looking down at a nearly full glass. When he glanced to his right, a slender woman smiled at him and raised her glass. Chazz grinned back and lifted his glass in response. He looked back out toward the dance floor. Then he was aware of the scent of an unfamiliar perfume. He looked up to see the woman standing beside him. She was wearing a snug striped top and tight black pants that showed off a nice ring of tanned flesh around her waist.

“I know you,” she said sounding more than a little inebriated. “You’re that writer guy from the Hills.”

“Maybe, maybe not,” Chazz replied looking at her red besotted eyes.

“I’ve read your books,” she said, weaving for a moment before finding the stool next to him and climbing onto it. “You wrote that one Midnight Transactions, right?”

“Transgressions,” Chazz corrected. “Midnight Transgressions … one of my first, but not my best.”

“I loved that book,” she drawled. “The guy in it was so hot, so smooth, I’d fuck him here and now if I ever met him.” She grinned sloppily and leaned toward him. If both of them were sober, Chazz might have found her attractive in that lean California wanna be blonde girl sort of way, but at this hour with one too many bourbons in his belly, Chazz didn’t feel like following through on that thought.

“Thank you, but one thing you should keep in mind,” Chazz said slowly. “There’s a big difference between the author and his characters.”

“That’s just the kind of thing that guy would say,” the woman remarked, resting her hand over on his arm. “You know … this may sound weird or something … tell me if it’s weird … but when I read your books … I get so hot … I like to masturbate.”

Chazz chuckled. The woman slipped a drunken hand down between her pant legs and stroked herself. Her tongue flicked out to circle her lips. Chazz looked down at his nearly full glass of bourbon. He hated to leave a drink, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to hang around that long.

“I’ll tell you what, honey,” he said, slipping off his stool and standing beside the woman. He rested his hand lightly on her back. “Get yourself a copy of Forbidden Temptation and have at it. That's my hottest to date!”

The woman said something, but Chazz didn’t hear and didn't bother to turn around as he walked away. The ride back home in the balmy summer air felt great until he arrived and saw the empty spot in the garage when Randi’s car belonged. He stopped in the office on his way to bed, sitting and scribbling down some random thoughts. When he stripped and fell into bed, his last conscious thoughts were of Randi.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

Randi shut her headlights off as she pulled into the driveway waiting impatiently as the garage door opened and pulled her car carefully into its slot. With the door open, the light shone luridly on her bowed head as she dropped her face into her hands, her shoulders shaking, the warm salt of tears falling gently over them.

She should never have gone tonight. She’d broken every rule in a very well defined rulebook and David had called her on every one of them. What’s more he was right, completely, unequivocally right.

~

She’d left the house early so that she could stop on the way to the party for a drink, for some courage, for some liquid forgetfulness trying desperately to recover her nonchalance. Rule number one, broken; no use of any kind of mind-altering substance. Her outfit had been a hit, drawing attention from a number of single men and women alike and she’d stayed much longer than she’d intended. By the time she got back into her car she was aware, very aware, that she probably shouldn’t have been driving.

Pulling up she’d buzzed through the gate and pulled up the circular drive of the magnificent old house, reminiscent of French Country architecture and sprawling languidly over nearly an acre, another three surrounding it in a lush green landscape of flower beds and fountains.

She checked her make up quickly in the mirror as she hopped out of car, faltering only once on her way to the door but definitely feeling the effects of the four martinis she’d had to drink. Pausing momentarily at the ornately carved front door she straightened the fall of her dress, smoothing her stockings up over the lithe flesh of thighs before flinging her dark hair back over her shoulders and putting on a dazzling smile. The door was already open; she hadn’t even heard it and David stood in the aperture, his gaze narrowed on hers, one eyebrow quirking upwards.

“S..sorry, I didn’t hear you,” her voice sounded breathless to her own ears and she watched the sardonic twist of his lips as one hand reached for the iron circle resting over the brazen display of her cleavage.

“You’re late. Not uncommon of course, Cynthia,” his voice deeply sensual and softly deliberate, “but more so than normal. Is everything OK?” Black eyes searched hers, narrowed and intent as they wandered over her over-bright gaze, her flushed cheeks, the quick rise and fall of her breasts beneath his hand.

“Yes, yes of course, David,” she turned coy, batting her lashes at him, the delicate tips of her fingers pressing lightly against his, shuddering playfully at the contact. “I’m always late, you know that.

“Hmmm…come here,” one strong arm banded around her waist, pulling her against his powerful form, his lips descending to caress her cheek, nibbling at the corner of her lips until she opened them for him, begging further attention.

“Have you been drinking?” a gentle, concise question, it throbbed through her.

“No, of course not. That would be against the rules, now wouldn’t it?” the lie slipped off her tongue like water, her eyes earnest and innocent on his, thankful for the breath mint and the fact that vodka had been her choice tonight. Rule number two, broken and shattered to fragments.

He pulled away from her gently, guiding her beside him with the arm around her waist, pulling her into the depths of the front hall, their footsteps echoing back from the ceiling two and a half stories above them. He led her down the dimly lit hall, paused momentarily before one of the ornate sconces hung at shoulder level that lighted the space and pushed her firmly against the stone wall that held it, his hard thighs pinioning hers, hard fingers tilting her gaze to meet his.

“Where were you?” Depthless black eyes searched hers intently, scrutinizing her in a way that brought a soft blush of color to her cheeks.

“I…I stopped by a friends house, you’ve met Judy before David and time just slipped away. I really am sorry,” she felt the tension drain from his grip, his fingers easing their hold on her chin and caressing the quick pulse in her throat. Despite the awkwardness of her position, or maybe because of it, she felt the slow lick of arousal as it heated her senses.

“She’s the one that smokes, isn’t she?”

Randi nodded, biting her bottom lip, at loss for words, damning his eye for detail. Having made mention of it she was immediately aware of residual smell of cigarette smoke that drifted from the folds of her dress.

“Go upstairs and change, beloved slut, into something that doesn’t smell of smoke. The green robe should do. With your permission,” the slowly drawled words highlighted the fact that it was a decision he’d already made for her, “we have guests. Several of them have expressed an interest in a demonstration, sweet tramp, of your favorite toy. Do you think,” his fingers travel over the swell of her breasts, fondling the nipples through the sheer fabric of her dress before falling lower, caressing the taut concavity of her belly and over the seductive curve of her hip and cheek, “ you’re up for the sweet, soft sting of that voracious little cat, Cyn?”

She nodded, trembling beneath his touch, aching with an eagerness that nothing could hide, basking in the quiet triumph of his satisfied laughter…even as she remembered the sting of Chazz’s hands on her earlier and shuddered with need.

His fingers left her and he stepped back, tilting her gaze back to his, searching her own, delving so fully into her psyche she could feel his will cascading through her imagination like hot, silken fingers, seeking…

“What is it, little Cynful, that you’re not telling me?” he accepted the gentle shake of her head as the “nothing” she’d intended and covered her mouth with his own, his teeth savaging her upper lip, his tongue parting them, pushing past her teeth to plumb the depths of her mouth with an urgency they hadn’t shared in months. “I’ve missed you, sweet slut. Now go and change. Meet us in the library.”

She’d gone upstairs, changed into the sensual silk of the emerald robe, feeling its length caress her nude form from shoulders to knees as she tied the belt around her sleek waist, pinning her hair up high with a pair of bronze combs she found in the drawer before descending into the library.

Her entrance, demure, a little hesitant, caused silence in the rooms occupants, twelve altogether, five of them strangers. She glanced around, grateful for the fire roaring in the grate of the immense fireplace, for even balmy outside the environs of this home always seemed cool and damp to her. David’s reassuring touch at her waist led her into the room, slipping a glass of tonic and lime into her hand as he introduced her to the new members, his fingers stroking the corner of her lips as he leaned down and whispered “smile” into her ear.

Conversation flirted different topics from political to fashion trends and she’d been the first to slip away from the group, approaching the majestic 18th century desk to run a hesitant hand over the toys that were displayed against it’s dark surface. A single tail cat, a deliciously hungry little whip that was one of David’s specialties; a pair each of ankle and wrist restraints made of thick lustrous black leather, brass buckles and d-rings shining brightly, each ring tagged with a tiny brass chime engraved with the letter C; an array of heavy crystal insertables in different sizes, both length and thickness, to penetrate any or all holes presented tonight.

“So eager, Cyn?” his arms wrapped around her from behind, possessive in their strength before sliding over the sheer silk and beneath as he caressed her lightly.

“You’re missing something, Sir,” a whisper between them. “Please…a ..a blindfold if you will?”

Again the tension flowed from him, the rigid press of his chest against her back, the taut expanse of his thighs against her own. He spun her in his arms, his eyes lighting up in a sparklingly fierce inquiry and she dropped her eyes taking a shaky step backward before the desk stopped her.

“They say there’s a first for everything, little Cyn, this is one for you,” his hands snake upward to her shoulders, gripping adamantly, shaking her lightly when she refused to meet his eyes.

“Please David,” her fingers wandered down his chest, her eyes still downcast, pausing briefly with satisfaction at his tiny male nipples, feeling his breath tighten. Then lower, feeling the muscles in his belly ripple with their descent, “no questions, not tonight…just…take me there, please?”

Whatever it was in her tone, the pleading need, the vulnerability or the intensity of her resistance, it worked. He found the blindfold for her, slid its leather surface over her eyes, tied it tightly at the back of her head before he led her across the room.

She disrobed to his command and felt the twelve sets of eyes on her sensual curves like caresses, David's bold fingers running over each slope, each concavity of her form relentlessly, stroking the heat within. His fingers clamped harshly down on her nipples, tugging, pinching and pulling her toward the cold brass of the library's ladder, turning her until its metal rungs lay frigid against the smooth arc of her hips and he pressed her against its length. She could feel his fingers, firm but not cruel, fastening the restraints around her ankles and the sensual clank as they snapped to the fastening at the base of the ladder. Cruel would come with the aching bite of the lash.

Maybe it was the muffling of one of her senses, or maybe it was the last martini catching up with her but suddenly she was encased in a euphoria that went beyond the sensuality of the moment and she was grateful for the ladder that kept her upright. The tender embrace of the wrist restraints as he pressed himself fully against her, fastening the hooks and drawing them upwards by the long leather leads brought her to her tiptoes before he secured them, the aching press of a cold metal rung taunting the undersides of her breasts.

“Oh God,” a soft exclamation, wrought with erotic frenzy as her mind replayed the days earlier events.

She barely flinched the first time the cat came down on a tender thigh, sucking in her breath, aching for the next. By the count of thirty she was crying out loud, begging for more, for harder, begging to feel his hands, or their hands, on her sweat soaked body. He paused and several of his guests ran intimate hands over her flesh, stroking, gasping at her level of arousal as she dropped against the embrace of the brass ladder, now warmed with her own ardor. The first one to spank her found himself inundated with her adoring pleas for more and things escalated, David finally pulling the last guest back physically away from her, his strong compassionate hands running lightly over the raw, abraded skin of her cheeks.

“No..please David, don’t stop,” ragged but achingly wanton she heard his agreement in the deep grunt of appreciation that flowed from his lips, his hand dipping between her spread thighs, caressing the dripping flesh before thrusting deep within the hot pool of arousal that cascaded over her labia and down his fingers.

She heard him back off, felt the harsh crack of the whip against her eardrums before she even felt it against delicate skin her moans increased as did his ferocity. Suddenly, he was behind her, against her, pressing the hard throb of his arousal between her thighs as she screamed for him, begged for him, pleaded for him.

His initial penetration was hard, fast, brutal as he stretched himself upwards to release her hands, pulling her down onto him her scream of pleasure reverberating around them. “Chazzzzzzzz…”

“Jesus Cynthia,” his hands gripped her waist, pressed her up against the ladder. It had become apparent her feet wouldn’t hold her up and for a moment she can feel him waver, pressing himself deep with her before backing off completely, allowing her feet to touch the floor, watching her knees buckle. “One of you come here. Hold her up.”

She didn’t understand, her own whimpers begging for release, a different kind of release as he opens the ankles restraints. She felt herself scooped into his arms, carried out of the room. Time seemed to expand, to slow down, and to do funny things.

She heard water in the background and then shrieked in surprise as she found herself immersed in the cool pond of the bathtub. She raised her head to his, finding even that difficult to do and bore the brunt of his wrath in just a simple glower, his eyes radiating fury at her.

“You’re drunk, Cynthia. You’re drunk and you lied to me.” The quiet tension in his voice made her recoil, slipping beneath the water as she lost her balance, feeling the chill fluid soothe aching stripes all over her body. His hands reached down, pulling her upright, locking around her shoulders as he pulled her against him sputtering and choking water from her lungs. He knelt beside her, his anger giving way to a frustrated bewilderment. “Why?”

“I…I don’t know,” her plaintive statement was interrupted by a hiccup that shook her whole body, “to forget, to remember, for release…I just don’t know.”

“Are you sleeping with him?” her nod brought understanding to his eyes, knowing her history almost as well as she did. He pulled her, dripping, out of the tub, smoothing the damp chaos of hair away from her face. “And he’s vanilla, yes? Hell, I don’t need to even ask. The first vanilla relationship since Taylor died, right?”

“Yes,” barely a whisper, her eyes filled with tears, her imagination haunted by the party, the police and the death of her lover back home, her vanilla lover who would never have been there if it hadn’t been for her.

~

She raised her face from the sodden ring of her arms, startled by the sudden blackness as the automatic light shut off above her, leaving the garage in a pool of midnight. She still ached inside, with her tears, with the release denied to her by a thoughtfully determined David, and hurt outside, with dozens of long thin welts that would bruise distinctively before morning. Slowly, she clambered out of her car, wondering what she would do, tomorrow, to hide the night’s impact, on all levels…

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

It was hot early in the morning, the hottest it had been for a month. Chazz rolled over drenched in sweat and peeled the top sheet off his body. He lied there on his back motionless for a few moments, trying to flush the memory of some strange dreams from his mind. Had he really been chasing someone through a haunted castle? And who had it really been? And why had he kept saying over and over, “It’s no use, it’s no use!” The bright hazy sunlight helped evaporate those visions and he pushed up from the bed. His usual routine of calisthenics and a dozen hard laps in the pool made him feel almost normal again. “I should never drink that much bourbon!” he muttered to himself as he toweled off.

All during his morning routine, Chazz stole more than a few glances toward Randi’s apartment, hoping to glimpse her catching the early morning sun or even just the gleam of her smile, but she was no where to be seen. Must’ve had a great time last night, he thought. Besides, she’s been working hard the past couple of weeks, she deserves it! But as he sat down to breakfast, he did miss the sparkle of her eyes and the sound of her laugh. They had only known each other for a couple of weeks, but they had fit together so seamlessly, merging work and play so beautifully, it started Chazz to thinking some things he hadn’t considered in years. And he caught himself. I’m not going to think about that, he insisted to himself. This is just the “here and now” … no permanence, no future, no promises, no expectations …

After breakfast Chazz went into his office and pulled together all the pages that Randi had typed and printed and interspersed them with the handwritten pages that hadn’t yet been typed. He was surprised; it was actually beginning to resemble a book. There were still huge gaps remaining, mostly police matters concerning the disappearance of Nicole’s husband that begged for completion. But her relationship with Jake was rock solid and there were still some crucial encounters that he had only sketched out. Of course those sequences were always easier to envision and as he let his mind wander he could see each and every movement, hear every word, feel every touch and caress, particularly when it was Randi as Nicole Wentworth and himself as Detective Jake Smithers.

Chazz shook his head to chase away the lingering visions, knowing full well that a good erotic thriller needs puzzling plot turns and twists and impeccable detective work as well as hot sensual interplay. Setting aside his rosy little reverie, Chazz began to concentrate on the ins and outs of the plot, the mysterious disappearance of Richard T. Wentworth, the police search and investigation, the interworkings of his businesses, his ex-wives and family, and the beautiful young and quite distraught current Mrs. Wentworth. Several new characters popped into his mind, rivals for Nicole’s character; a jealous but powerful underling, a mysterious all knowing longtime mistress with a penchant for black leather and stiletto heels, and the loyal long-suffering executive assistant.

An hour or two passed quickly as Chazz assembled the cast and planned on the sequence of introduction. He was caught up in sketching out the entrance of the mistress when he heard the sound of footsteps in the room and looked up to see Randi moving quietly to the computer desk. Although it was a hot day—Chazz himself chose to wear just a pair of shorts with a well-worn but favorite Magic Johnson MSU basketball shirt—Randi was wearing a soft blue long sleeved tee and a high-waisted pair of black slacks that fit nicely but not too snug.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Chazz called out.

“Morning,” Randi responded softly with a slight grin. She looked at the bare desk and over at Chazz.

“Oh, here you go,” he said going over to her with the new pages that were ready for her. Randi took the pages and slipped into the chair slowly. “These should complete Chapter 2 and all of Chapter 3, the disappearance and follow-up.”

“Okay,” Randi replied softly.

“So did you have a good time last night?” Chazz asked, his hand brushing through her silky dark hair hanging over a shoulder.

“It was … it was … educational,” she replied.

“That’s what book clubs are all about isn’t it?” Chazz remarked cheerfully, returning to his writing table. He started back to work but watched as Randi woke up the computer and thumbed through the pages to her starting place. After typing for a minute or two, she sat back and shook her head.

“I need some coffee,” she said, pushing the chair back and getting up.

“Ahh, somebody must have had a really good time last night,” Chazz remarked.

“Do you want anything?” Randi asked as she walked slowly to the door.

“I’m fine,” he replied with a smile.

Randi grinned weakly and went downstairs. As Chazz started back to writing he kept thinking about Randi and how quiet she seemed this morning. Maybe it was just the really good time she had last night and that she could use a little more rest. Chazz set down his pencil and got up. Maybe I should just let her take the morning off and catch up on her sleep, he thought.

When he reached the kitchen, Randi stood at the counter by the perking coffee pot. Chazz went to her and put his hand on her shoulder. Her body seemed to be trembling. When he ran his hand down along her back, he could feel that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her tee and slacks, and when his hand flowed over the curves of her ass, she winced noticeably.

“Are you all right, babe?” he asked, reaching his other hand to her chin to tilt her face toward his.