The Job Seeker

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

Her dreams had troubled her all night causing her to shift and thrash within the confines of her sheets, every movement inciting an ache in some portion of her body. When she awoke it was already 8:00am and she lied there cradling her throbbing head in her arms.

Slowly, she crawled out of bed, removing the soft sheer cotton t-shirt as she stood in front of the mirror. Wincing with visual confirmation her fingers travelled lightly over the vivid red welts that curled around her torso, splayed across the front of her thighs, even striped the soft flesh of her shoulders…these are only the tail end of the multitude of lashes.

She chuckled at the pun before turning slowly to her side, her eyes taking in the surfeit of brilliant red and dark bruising that run rampant over her shoulders, back, buttocks and thighs. She caressed the one stripe that slipped over her shoulder, nearly running to her nipple as it had somehow evaded the ladders rungs and licked the flesh cruelly. The gentle ache beneath her finger stirred her and she smiled wryly at her own reflection.

Digging through her wardrobe she found a long sleeved shirt and a pair of long loose slacks. Shunning any thought of binding undergarments she showered, reveling in the feel of the cool water against her warm skin, drying herself gently, pulling a brush through her long sable hair and touching a bit of blush to her cheeks before she walked back to her bedroom. She picked up the bronze combs from the floor by her bedside where she’d let them fall, setting them on the table next to her bed before picking up the long sleeved shirt.

It was too warm for it…it was too warm for clothing period and for the first time she felt disgust for herself, for her habits, for the things that had led her here, to covering her sleek body with clothing to hide the ravages of her own perverse hungers. With slow, reluctant steps she left her apartment and headed for the office.

“Good morning, sunshine,” his cheerful voice brought a reciprocating smile until she watched his gaze settle over her garments curiously. She retreated into silence after greeting him, listening to his cheerful banter and her own monosyllabic answers as if from a distance until he approached her, his fingers brushing through her hair, touching her shoulder lightly. She needed to keep her distance from him and excused herself for coffee nodding wryly at his reference to a tough night. It’d been a tough night all right.

“Are you alright, Babe?” he followed her into the kitchen, running one hand down the tender skin of her back and bottom, making her wince before turning her face up to his. She saw the concern in his eyes and her determination faded, her shoulders slumped in confusion for the emotions that sprang forward.

“I’m fine Chazz,” her voice, soft and hesitant brought his green eyes more intently to her own blue stare. “Well, I AM fine…I’m afraid the party…no, I got out of control last night. Do you remember David Gallagher, Chazz?”

She watched his nod of recognition, seeing the small quirk at the edges of his lips and suddenly realized he knew more than she thought he did. Her mouth curved in an ironic little grin.

“Book club, hmm?” the soft, sultry tone of his voice told her everything she didn’t know and she blushed from the roots of her hair to the full, trembling mounds of her breasts hidden beneath her shirt.

“You know,” it was a flat, accepting statement, colored only by her own humiliation and her eyes dropped from his, filling with a stinging swirl of tears.

“Hey…hey!” his fingers at her chin tightened subtly, pulling her gaze back to his before he pressed his lips to the tears welling in one eye, then the other. “It’s alright Randi. What’s the matter? Tell me?”

“I got drunk, Chazz and then I…I got out of hand,” she pressed her face to the crook of his neck, breathing deeply before backing away from him, her hands going to the hemline of her t-shirt and pulling it gently, painfully over her head. She dropped her pants, stepping lightly out of them, watching his eyes trace the vivid marks on her skin, watching his eyes widen. She closed her eyes to stop the tears from overwhelming her, feeling his fingers reach out hesitantly, running lightly over the stripe on her shoulder.

“Oh God, Randi,” he pressed his lips to the bruising lash mark and she felt herself tremble, loathing herself as her imagination brought back the images of his hand, hard against her bottom, yesterday. “Who did this to you...and…and why?”

“I did it to myself,” a hysterical urge to laugh lost precedence to the urge to sob and came out an odd mix of the two as she watched the baffled confusion flood his face. “Well not physically, I didn’t whip myself, Chazz…but I begged for it, I…I needed it. I like it, Chazz…sometimes I …I like it rough…” her explanation died away on a wave of humiliation as his fingers gently tugged at her shoulder, turning her around. His gasps made her cringe, feeling the tension stiffen his body as he took in the full effect of her own stupidity from the night before. His fingers traced the outline of several of the more vivid welts and she trembled beneath his touch, a slow raw flame of arousal taunting her body even as the humiliation that it could do so teased her mind.

There was so much more to say but somehow, she couldn’t find the words.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

There was a multitude of emotions flooding his mind as Chazz ran his hands gently over the raw welts rising up over Randi’s backside. First he remembered just the afternoon before, how their playful spanking had grown wild and he had abandoned himself to the fury of his passion, yanking down her shorts, bending her over the table, ripping away her panties, and taking her so forcefully. The hoarse whisper of her words afterwards echoed back to him, “I loved it, Chazz … I loved it … I loved it …”

Then he remembered hearing from his good friend Peter who, in the course of defending a client accused of assault, had been a masked guest at a scene hosted by David Gallagher. Chazz had listened to Peter’s description with mild interest, visualizing the rituals, the strokes of the cat, the licentious sex, and thinking that it might have a place in one of his books someday. But he hadn’t visualized this, the graphic record rising up on such pure beautiful skin.

He had an even harder time drawing the connection between the enormous pleasure they had shared and pain that such a beating would produce. Oh, he had read about and discussed the thin veiled line between pleasure and pain and the threshold that wavered between them. But he also remembered some of his earliest conquests and how conditioned he became, always careful to back off when his partner would emit even the slightest squeal of pain or displeasure. Sure, with a couple of curious lovers he had dabbled with blindfolds and handcuffs, an ostrich feather and a toy riding crop, but that had been the rare play, a thrilling experiment that resulted in some of the most fantastic sex he had known.

But this with Randi seemed far more than simple child’s play … and she liked it, she admitted it, she enjoyed it sometimes, and Chazz felt so conflicted … and so confused. From the moment that they had become involved he wanted to do nothing but bring Randi pleasure, for doing so brought him such rapturous enjoyment. He wanted so much to embrace her, to take away her pain … but is this really pain if it brings her pleasure? Could he … would he … do this knowing that it would bring her pleasure? He shuddered at the thought.

“Randi … Randi … Randi …” he repeated softly as his fingers caressed the nasty welts and the bruises slashing on her back. He could feel her body yield to his touch, and as he leaned toward her, he could sense her arousal. As the light soothing touch of his hands passed over her welted flesh, Randi leant onto the counter, gripping the cold granite edge tightly.

Chazz followed the zigzagging marks back and forth over her bare back, until his caresses had painted her entire enflamed back. When he moved up close to her and slipped his hands around her waist, she slumped further down, his hands catching the full swell of her breasts. Chazz bent over her bringing his lips near to her neck, feeling the heat of her naked body rising. He whispered, “Randi … what can I do? What do you want me to do?”

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

She could feel his conflict. Even turned away from him she could feel the emotions as if they surged through his fingertips. The initial revulsion, the softly indrawn gasp of disbelief as she turned in his arms his fingers tracing the lines across her tender flesh. She read the moment he recognized that his fingers were arousing her, felt his dismay mixed with titillation, the confusion and his own doubts.

She shook with her own tumultuous feelings, shame at having to share this with him, concern for his confusion and dismay, disbelief at her own stupidity, but foremost the slow lick of arousal that was sweeping her senses as his fingers played over each welt, a gentle caress stroking an ache that centered in her belly in exquisitely slow building waves.

“This isn’t normal…at least, not for me, not to this extent,” her words are merely a whisper in the air around them, colored with shame and an urgency to share this with him. “There’s a reason for the no drinking rule…a rule I broke, wholeheartedly, last night Chazz…and…and lied about. David would never have admitted me through the front door had he known, for one simple reason….you’re looking at it. He quit, the minute he understood that I WAS drunk…but it was too late. I couldn’t feel it, Chazz…not for what it was…I just wanted to continue…”

His hands left her back, circling her waist and cupping her breasts and she ached for him, her breath ragged with it. She leaned into the counter, unable to lean back into his embrace, afraid of his rejection, afraid of what her own hunger would provoke.

“I had no intention of attending David’s party yesterday until Mari called,” she felt him stiffen behind her, misinterpreting her words and rushed on. “I was so…happy…Chazz, that you asked me to attend. It frightened me, the feelings and I said the first thing that came to mind. And then,” his hands gripped her shoulders as she broke down into soft sobs, pulling her back against him, “and then we made love…wild, hard love like I like from time to time and it…it shook you, Chazz.

“I…I lost a lover to a wild party before I came out here, Chazz…oh, nothing like David’s…this was an undisciplined party and I brought him,” the soft sob in her voice is more than she can conceal, pressing her hips hard against the counter, fighting for control. “I…I brought him to a place we should never have gone…there were drugs there…I didn’t know it, he didn’t know it. There was a raid and he was shot, killed on impact, an innocent victim to a place he would never have gone if it hadn’t been for me.

“I found myself comparing your reactions to Taylor’s, your look and your dismay so like Taylor’s the week before the party and…oh Chazz…I just needed to get away.

“I needed to go to that place in my head that is just…primal…but I..I..I couldn’t face David sober with you in my head, either. Oh God. I know this doesn’t make any sense, Chazz,” her voice slipped to silence, feeling his arms around her as she shook in his embrace. His hands slipped again to the full curves of her breasts, stroking lightly and she shivered, wanting him like nothing she could imagine. He pressed his lips to her neck, pressing the strength of his body against her length, the warmth of his breath tickling her.

“Randi … what can I do? What do you want me to do?” his tone, so husky, filled with a sadness and a sensuality that brought her tears coursing down her cheeks.

“Hold me Chazz. Run your fingers over the welts and the bruises until I burn with arousal, and hold me close until your body burns with it too. Then take me lover, any way you choose. Softly, gently or not, just take me and help me find the release I need…please Chazz?”

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

He had listened to her every word, imagining, picturing, visualizing each person, each act, and his heart flowed out to her. Chazz wanted to take her, take her far away, to a place she had never been before, but was that possible? He knew that her range of experience in certain things far exceeded his. But he also knew and felt in his heart—in the very fiber of his being—that the intensity and desire welling up inside him far exceeded that which she had ever known with a man. As he touched her, felt her body trembling and shaking with deep sobs from the reality of her stark confession, Chazz felt something grow between them. He had always been more than a little empathetic. He could just be close to someone and have a good sense of what they were feeling, and if he touched them, he would almost always know for certain.

And now as his hands touched Randi, hefted the fullness of her breasts, traced a path down to her tummy and around to her back, and then up over the welts that covered her, he began to feel what she wanted. He had known the pangs of a long, spiraling arousal that could only be sated with that one true climax. So he dialed himself into her and absorbed the feelings from every inch of her body with which he came into contact. As his hands passed over her body, feeling the red and purple bruises, the ripple of each welt, he felt her pain, but more, he came to feel her desire for release.

For him, this wasn’t about her alone, nor a yearning for his own sake … it was about the two of them coming together and sharing the sublime mutual feelings of need and want and desire, and somehow, someway finding the path to making them all real and complete. As his hands sought to follow the marks and lift them from her naked body, Chazz suddenly felt completely overdressed. He quickly whipped off his basketball jersey and shorts and stood behind Randi, snuggling, cuddling, and nuzzling close to her.

Chazz kissed her, kissed her body, from her neck down along her spine and out along each track of the lash. His hands never left her body nor did his lips either. He could feel Randi tremble and quiver with each kiss and each caress. As he moved down along her body, across the narrow expanse of her waist, around the sweet firm cheeks of her ass, the darkly aromatic crack in between, she fell forward onto the counter. Chazz ran his tongue over the pink risers that billowed from her pussy. God, had the man even struck her there? Had she really liked it? But Randi’s response told him everything he wanted to know.

Randi thrust her tortured pussy back against Chazz, smothering his mouth with her greedy sex. His hands explored the back her thighs but he couldn’t pull his mouth and tongue away from the sweet musky taste of her aroused sex. She groaned and moaned and rocked her hips up and down, spreading her legs apart to offer him the choicest entrance to the center of her desire. Chazz dug his tongue into her, probing the slit of her sex, lapping madly at her hard little clit, and then sucking her hot wet labia. When he brought his teeth to bear on her most sensitive parts, Chazz heard her scream and felt her body undulate. From her feet up to her head, Randi moved in a luscious wave of needy, greedy ecstasy, a violent animal-like cry escaped her mouth.

“Arrrggghhh!” Chazz growled as he buried his face between the cheeks of her ass. He could feel it; his lips and tongue and his teeth acting as one, bringing a whole new series of moans and sobs from Randi. He tongued her from the tight pink rose of her anus to the hard white nub of her clit. Nothing in between was spared. But as his caresses and kisses had aroused her, so had his own senses become stirred. The excitement coursed through his body; his thighs and belly trembled, his blood pulsed, every nerve crackled and snapped with an electric jolt, he felt so … so … so alive!

“Oh, fuck!” Randi swore at him as he mercilessly savaged her pussy and ass, probing both with the fat tip of his tongue. Then he rose up quickly and spun her around, boosting her up onto the cold granite of the kitchen counter. Routing her long legs over his shoulders he ravaged her pussy until she came … once … twice … thrice … he lost count and it didn’t matter. He attacked her clit without mercy, gnawing and grinding his teeth until she reached back and lifted her sweetness away from him. But Chazz rose up enough to maintain contact and didn’t stop. As he nibbled on her clit, his finger probed up the liquid velvet of her cunt until he reached her special spot. He could feel her clench her ass cheeks together and lift her hips up to grind against his face. “Oh fuck Chazz! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!” she cried out.

With his fingers, three of them now, thrusting up inside her, turning and twisting as they went, Chazz began to kiss his way up along her body, nipping and sucking her sweet taut flesh along the way. The smooth plateau of her belly, the dimpled indentation of her navel, the heaving bellows of her chest all felt his affection raining down. When he reached her breasts and had suckled each stiff erect nipple, Randi reached for his chin and bumped him underneath, lifting his eyes up to hers. Her body was enflamed, the flush of arousal glowing deeply in her tanned skin, the extent of her excitement evident in the way she moved, the sounds she made, the needy urgency of her touch.

“Chazz … please …” she begged, her voice heavy with lust.

He stood up between the spread of her legs and felt as they snaked around him tightly, ankles locking feet behind his waist. As he gripped the cheeks of her firm ass and lifted her from the cold granite counter, her arms surrounded his shoulders. The sodden needy lips of her pussy rubbed against his hard cock, coating him with the glistening nectar of her lust.

“Chazz … please …” she pleaded. “Please!”

Chazz carried her, wrapped around his body, to the stairs. Pausing a couple of steps up, he set her sweet little ass down, much to her surprise. Grinning, he grasped his long hard cock at the base and dragged the head back and forth over the sodden slit of her sex. Her need for release was palpable as was his own. Chazz looked down as he guided the head of his cock to her entrance. Only the hot wet feeling of being inside her exceeded the sensation of watching the mushy cap disappear between her labia. Randi dug her heels into his back and thrust herself down onto him. And when her body had thoroughly enveloped him, Chazz lifted her again and carried her upstairs to his room.

They tumbled onto his bed and began to screw … fuck … make love … the words didn’t matter. For the longest while, she was on her back and he was on top; then they rolled over and Randi rose up and bounced madly on his long hard cock; Chazz sat up and she turned around and sat on him, his cock never leaving the sweet wet confines of her pussy.

Chazz felt as if he was on fire, his mad thrusts bounced her up from his lap. And each time she settled back onto him, she ground her hips densely, wantonly, needfully. He rose up from the bed behind her and maneuvered her over toward the plush upholstered chair near the windows. Randi knelt on the chair and he took her from behind, gripping her ass tightly with both hands and thrusting his long hard cock deeper and deeper inside her. In gripping the surging cheeks of her ass, his forefingers neared her anus, pink and pretty and tightly puckered. Chazz felt her tense up when his finger brushed against her ass; he heard her gasp deeply as his digit pushed gently inside her; he watched her tremble when he introduced another finger to her nether hole.

“Yes! Yes! Chazz!” she cried out. “Take me … use me … any way you want … please!”

He fingered her ass, he fucked her pussy, and he took her up every rung of the ladder that he could reach. Randi pushed back hard against him with sheer abandon, her cunt clenching tightly around him, gripping him like a strong fist. Burying himself deep inside her, Chazz reached around her waist and held tightly to her body, working just the fat thick base of his cock in and out of her. When he felt her begin to cum, he reached down to her clit and wiggled his fingers. Randi gasped. When he smacked his fingers against her, she exploded, screaming and crying out loudly, her body a trembling jumble of quivering limbs and writhing flesh.

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

Then he felt his own arousal reach its apex. Sweat dripped down from his brow as he took his final thrusts inside her, his body ripe and rippling and ready. When he felt his seed surge up, Chazz withdrew from her pussy and jerked his thick white streams of cum up onto her, lacing her back and ass like a fresh Danish pastry.

“Uhhhnnn! Fuck!” Chazz grunted as his release flew onto Randi’s throbbing flesh. And when he was through and had wiped his slick cock between the cheeks of her ass, he ran his hands over her back, massaging the thick sweet frosting of his love into her tormented skin. Randi winced when his cum seeped into her deepest welts, but his hand was there to sooth and massage her. He took her up in his arms and carried her back to the rumpled bed, falling down onto the sheets, and coming face to face. Randi brushed her hand over his cheek and gazed deeply into his eyes …

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

She lay beside him in the circle of his arms, her breasts shuddering with each ragged breath, her gaze bright with adulation and a primal respect for the man in front of her. His eyes were the deep dusky green of an ancient forest, shining with fulfillment just as her own, she knew, were an indigo so deep they looked endless.

Raising one trembling hand her fingers traced the sensual curve of his bottom lip, the gentle arc of his jaw, the hard, masculine sweep of his throat and chest. Not sexually, just in exploration, discovering with her fingertips the man that had reached inside her and had fitted himself to her every nuance, drawing her with him on a journey that made reality tremble.

Thirty minutes or thirty days later, it could have been either, she pressed her lips softly against his, expressing a gratitude that had no words. She could feel the drying residue of his fluid on her back, flaky and itchy against the inflamed tissue and felt a wry smile wreath her lips and echo from her eyes.

“I have a girlfriend that is in the first half of her last trimester. She says her husband tends to her stretch marks in much the same way….three times a day. I wonder if it has the same effect on bruising?” she watched the warmth of his humor light his eyes, removing a bit of the dazzled wonderment that they’d contained as she’d explored his body. She sighed with just a touch of regret.

She asked him how his party had gone the night before, chuckling over his description of Mr. Brumm and his reactions to the book. The description of “darker than usual” surprised her a little bit and she made a promise to herself to start reading some of his earlier works. It could only improve her value to her boss.

When Chazz got to the part about the bar and the fan that’d approached him she felt herself tense a little, a tiny spark of jealousy igniting inside her. Just as quickly it was superceded by the warm affection she felt for him when he’d described the woman’s drunken state, the shine of hero worship in her eyes and his own aversion to the moment.

How many men did she know that wouldn’t have hesitated to take advantage of the moment? She felt a little bit of hero worship in herself for the man beside her, hidden quickly, locked way deep down, but present nonetheless.

His recital of Mari’s reactions left them both chuckling together, the laughter’s tremor’s reminding Randi unequivocally of the aching, tattered hide she wore today. With a remorseful sigh she pulled back from him.

She stretched, slowly, languorously watching Chazz’s eyes follow the saucy tilt of her breasts as she arched her back and then leaned forward to press one caress reddened nipple to his lips, enjoying the heat of his breath and the soft touch of his lips before pulling away.

“Boss,” she loved the slow grin of humor that flirted with the corners of his mouth, loved the bright dancing gleam in his eyes as he responded to her cheeky teasing tone,” are you really very, very busy today? Do you really, really need me?”

She watched the grin cease to flirt as it took full possession of his mouth, took in the calculating look behind his gaze as he tried to follow which direction she was going.

“It seems I am more often than not very, very busy, lately. Although it usually does have something to do with really, really needing you. What are you asking me, Randi?”

“You’ve been so good to me Chazz that I hate to even ask…” she paused, the playful teasing tone gone from her voice wondering if he recognized the depth of her feelings for him. ‘Maybe it’s better if he doesn’t,’ a little voice whispers in her head. “Would you mind, ever so much, if I asked to get off today?”

She saw the flash of amusement in his features and replayed her words, wincing inwardly, blushing from tip to toe. She buried her face in the curve of his shoulder, lapping tenderly at the warm skin there before turning upwards and nipping lightly at his earlobe.

“You may ask me to get off anytime you like, Randi,” his tone turned husky, taunting, one hand stroking the flushed curve of her right breast, trailing the fiery blush of color that washed over it. “More often than not I suspect I’ll agree with alacrity.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” she growled throatily at his ear. His questing fingers found the searing welt that ran over her shoulder and she winced against him, feeling him tense and back away.

“I would like to spend the day in the pool Chazz. I hurt, a bit,” her eyes reassured him gently and he dropped his hand onto her thigh, fondling lightly. “Now that you’ve soothed, magnificently, I might add, my deepest ache,” she bit her lip almost embarrassed to look at him while discussing the heights that he’d brought her to this morning, “I find the others quite…persistent. The cool water will help, Chazz. I…I don’t know that I can sit in my chair, in the office, right now, lover, I’m sorry.”

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

“Of course you may have the rest of the day off, Randi,” Chazz replied running his fingers up along her one inner thigh and down the other, dancing briefly over the warm moist lips that lie between. “But I may have to double up your workload once you’re healed up.”

“You are a slave driver, aren’t you!” she said and then brought her lips down to his for a long sweet kiss. He wasn’t sure of all that she might have been saying with her kiss, but Chazz simply lay back and savored the soft wet touch of her lips and tongue. He remained on the bed as Randi got up and strolled to the doorway, intrigued as ever by the shape of her body as she moved. She paused and looked back at him and grinned, and then she was gone.

He lay on the bed for several minutes more drifting with his thoughts and feelings of Randi and her predilections. Chazz soon made the transition to thoughts of his book and he realized that he couldn’t remain still any longer. He rose up from the bed and went to the window. Down below he saw Randi cutting long slow smooth strokes through the water, first on her stomach and then on her back. He smiled at the thought of having her here, of being with her, of growing to accept her as an important and vital part of his life.

The afternoon went well. Chazz dressed lightly and spent most of the time in his office, writing and thinking and writing more. In between bouts of intense thought and concentrated effort he would go to the window and look for Randi. She was either in the pool or lying on her tummy the lounge drying off. Once she caught sight of him checking on her and waved to him. He might have felt a bit chagrined except there was a look of acceptance in her eyes, as if she wanted to know that he was there keeping watch on her.

By the time the afternoon was nearly gone, Chazz pushed back from his writing table and let out a self-satisfied sigh. He felt good about this new book, the storyline was still pretty formulaic but the characters were deeper and crisper. Maybe this is the one that he could sell to the movies which would put him over the top. Maybe all those snobby New York book reviewers might have to acknowledge at last that his growing popularity was based on more than lurid titillation. Maybe, maybe, maybe …

Chazz went downstairs and mixed himself a stiff Manhattan. What did she drink? Would she even want to drink today after last night? Maybe a Bloody Mary with a healthy dash of Tabasco would help. He took the liberty of mixing it for her and carried the drinks out onto the deck. Randi lay on a lounge in the shade of the cedars, the water still beaded on her back, sparkling. She didn’t move as he approached and then he noticed that she was sleeping. So he swirled the celery stalk, set her drink down, and sat next to her sipping his Manhattan.

Randi stirred and shifted position a couple times. He would have given anything to know what nature of dreams were forming in her mind … then again, maybe not. As the minutes passed by and the afternoon was approaching evening, Chazz could ignore the lovely naked girl no longer. With one last definitive sip of his drink, he knelt beside her lounge. He ran his hand lightly over her cheek then through her hair. He bent over her and kissed her shoulder and the crook of her neck. His lips traced a path down along her spine. Randi stirred, a gentle purr humming through her lips, and he felt her body stretch as his lips neared her waist.

The marks on her body seemed less swollen yet retained an angry look, making his brush his lips against them softly. When he reached the firm curves of her ass, Randi moved, lifting her leg and rolling slightly onto her side. Chazz kissed her hip, her belly, her thigh, and that’s when he saw it, a small mark on her right thigh. A scar perhaps? As he looked closer, he could see that it more resembled a brand, the design being deliberate, not random. Chazz pressed his lips against it and then glanced toward her face. Her eyes were still closed but her face wore a sleepy grin. Chazz traced the undulating curves of her body with his lips and tongue, the curve of her hip, the flair of her waist, her navel.

“Mmm, lover … you sure know how to wake a girl up,” Randi purred lazily, rolling further over yet not fully onto her back.

“One of my better ‘personal’ services,” Chazz whispered huskily, his lips having reached the soft silken valley between her breasts. “Available twenty-four seven, three sixty-five … or three sixty-six since this is a leap year.” He suckled her smooth tender skin, enjoying the view as his breath swept over her breasts and her nipples grew taut. She reached for her breast and tried to guide it toward his mouth, but he resisted, preferring to draw a circle around the rosy nub with the tip of his tongue.

“I can only imagine what other sorts of personal services you offer,” Randi remarked, raised her arms above her head and stretching again, her back arching, her breasts rising temptingly toward Chazz.

Touching just the tip of his tongue to the tip of her nipple, Chazz slowly lowered his mouth toward her breast, his lips closing around and sucking gently. Then he let it go and blew a warm stream of breath across it, watching it pucker and grow erect. After repeating the same deliberate tease with the other, Chazz sought out her mouth and they exchanged a long deep wet kiss that left them both humming and purring.

“So tell me,” Chazz said with building curiosity as his hand slipped onto her thigh and brushed over the mark. “What’s with this? I’m sure there must be a story …”

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

“But I may have to double up on your workload once you’re healed up,” the words made her grin. They’d spent as much time tangled in each other’s arms as they had in the office….it would be her pleasure.

His calm acceptance of her, of her condition, of her interests, of the vulnerable state she was in showed the depth of the man much more clearly than any words ever could. She lowered herself slowly into the crisp cool water of the pool sighing in blissful relief as it soothed some of the deeper aches, reveling in her esteem for him on all levels.

Occasionally she’d glance up at the office window wondering what part of the story he was perfecting at the moment, imagining the twists and turns in store for her tomorrow when she settled in with determination to finish the backlog of work.
She always got lost in his pages, living the story as she read it, applauding his inventive concepts, the depth and vibrancy he gave to his characters that brought the scenario to vivid reality within the pages.

Finally, she slipped out of the pool, yielding herself to the welcome embrace of the chaise, offering her backside to the sensual caress of the sun and she slept.

She felt his presence even through her dreams, his gentle touch quivering through her, pulling her from the depths of slumber gently, provocatively, resolutely. She felt the slow push of his hand and rolled gingerly onto her side, delighting in the sensual slide of his fingers against her thighs, the inexorable heat they created in their wake and slid indolently into consciousness.

His mouth against the hot, sweat-slicked swell of her breasts distracted her enough that she didn’t understand the significance of the slow circle of his fingers. His request regarding her brand took her by surprise and she found herself speechless, staring into the brightly inquisitive green eyes looking up at her.

Memories engulfed her in a tidal storm of sounds and images, the distinctive melody of TDK’s Shambala cascading over her senses bringing a wistful smile to her face. He returned the smile with one that encouraged, beseeched and her heart stuttered a little with the affinity between them. She dropped her hand to cover his and sat up in one sleek, graceful movement, the smoldering throb created by the movement only heightening the appetite he’d stimulated with his touch.

Spreading her legs wide she pulled his hand away, her fingers stroking the rough texture of the burn, outlining the tiny “M” that lay etched into the supple skin of her upper thigh. It wasn’t a very big brand, barely an inch square, in a simple Gothic font that had come through remarkably well considering the medium.

“It’s a brand, lover, an ‘M’. It stands for ‘mastered’,” she found her eyes sliding away from his shyly, wondering what was going through his mind. In her mind, the image of her first mentor, of the pride and admiration in his eyes as they’d performed the ritual, of the solemnity in the participants eyes around them, of the depth of honor the ceremony represented and her own frightened determination.

‘How to begin to explain,’ she wondered, ‘should I even try? Why would he care and what would he think of her when she was finished?’ She shrugged off her own selfish trepidation, closing her eyes and reaching for the serenity of old affiliations. When she opened her eyes, taking in the avid curiosity in her partner, she felt centered, focused and open.

“What do you know, Chazz, my love, about Domination and submission? How much and in what kind of detail do you want to know about that side of me?” her question rang softly with a mix of subdued sincerity and lilting, wistful joviality in the deeping shadows of dusk surrounding them.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

He was the perfect picture of ambivalence. On one hand, Chazz wanted to know everything there was about Randi, and yet he didn’t care if he learned one more thing or two or none. “Mastered.” He knew what that meant. He had read and heard and learned about Dominant and submissive lifestyles and yet he wallowed in a vanilla world of misinformation and misconceptions. Sure he had experimented with cuffs and blindfolds and even some light playful whipping, but nothing had ever come close to what he had seen with Randi. With him, it had always been about intensity, about deep feelings, about incredible sexual satisfaction. But now he was perplexed. How could pain, a severe whipping, even the branding of another, ever approach what he had enjoyed and relished and yearned for with another?

As he gazed at Randi in luscious recline on the chaise, he knew that he wanted nothing from her. If there were things he needed to know, he trusted that she would tell him. Perhaps that was foolish on his part, but he really didn’t care. Yet his inquisitive mind throbbed with questions. Who could, how could, would you, where did you, when did you … they all flew about like a flock of bats at midnight, spooky and strange and scary. But Chazz smiled and shook his head.

“I know about it in every way but first hand,” he replied finally. “I’m curious but don’t need to know anything more. I accept you as you are and need to know only what you wish to share.” Chazz drew away from her, settling back on his haunches, his fingertips never leaving Randi’s body. “All I know at this point is that I find you extremely intriguing, endlessly fascinating, and incredibly desirable. It doesn’t matter where you came from, where you’ve been, what you’ve done or even with whom you’ve done it. All that matters to me now is that you’re here and we have entered into something quite … simply … spectacular. I don’t … I don’t want to … to … to muck it up.”

Could she understand? Would she know from past experiences with those not fully in the “lifestyle” how he felt? To have lost a great love as she had spoken of spooked him just a little. If she walked away at this point, he would sadly accept it, yet he yearned for more. Chazz had always prided himself on keeping his cool, always knowing what to do and say, and always feeling so collected and confident. Yet now he felt like he was standing on a strange unfamiliar dock at midnight and being severely tempted to jump off.

He rested his hand on her cheek and stroked it tenderly. She took his hand in both of hers and folded it gently and brought it to her lips. She kissed his curled fingers, her lips soft and wet, her tongue tasting him, her teeth nibbling ever so lightly. Then she looked at him with those incredible big sky blue eyes …

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

“I don’t want to..to…muck it up,” the phrase was the most soothing balm to her spirits he could possibly have come up with. Initially, her heart had fallen to her toes with his expression, the hooded look to his eyes, but that phrase said everything that she was feeling inside. She smiled tenderly at him, her eyes wide and compelling as she stared deeply into his. She needed him to understand, if nothing more than just a little bit.

“I met a man,” a rueful smile teased her lips as she listened to the way that opening sounded. It could just have easily been a woman or a couple in the same scenario, but in her case it had been a man, “a stranger, on a boat during a business weekend, who looked into my eyes and spotted something no one else ever had. His name was Michael.”

“There was something about him…I know, an old cliché…that touched me on an inner level. A level so deep it was frightening…and of course, enthralling. I extended my stay in NYC for a week, agreed to drop the business aspect of our relationship and found myself ensorcelled, spellbound really, by the depth of the bond between us. He took my hand and led me on an exploration that changed my outlook on life 180 degrees.

“I’m intensely submissive, Chazz,” her eyes sparkled as she took in his skeptical expression, chuckling softly. “I know that the common definition of that word brings to mind the picture of a woman who is unable or unwilling to make decisions for herself, a doormat, if you will, with a highly sexual twist. I don’t know anyone in the lifestyle that would agree with that description, or want any of those traits in a partner, for that matter.

“For me, submission is the art of being everything I can be to the people that are important to me. From sensual perfection to the simplicities of everyday life, I like to be needed, to be one step ahead of the game in providing whatever might be wanted at the time. You can see it, Chazz, in the way I move my body when I think you’re looking, but even more so in the way I move my body when I don’t know you’re looking…it’s an ever present need to …please.

“When’s the last time you sharpened a pencil in your office…or even the ones you keep next to your favorite chair in the kitchen or in the cup next to your bed, Chazz?” her playful tone rolled into a gentle chuckle as she watched him think about it. “I’m so completely aware of you, love, that I know when your coffee cup is getting low or when you’re almost out of water. I’m getting to know you well enough that I sense when you’re hungry, feel the nervous tension in you when you need to exercise, and tuned in enough to know the moment your mind begins to create…it’s as necessary to me to satisfy those needs, to give what I can of myself to see your needs met, as it is to breathe.

“Michael guided me, mentored me into realizing and developing my full potential. I know…that sounds like a good description of a dirty old man getting his sexual thrills…but sex didn’t come into our relationship until much, much later. Granted every moment of our first year together was heady with the unfulfilled promise of it, but there was so much more to learn, first. And there is nothing quite as motivational as unrequited lust.

“I learned about myself, who I am…and how to voice my opinion about who I’m not. I learned how to focus my own intelligence and curiosity and how to use it, revel in it, entertain with it. He showed me how to be at the top of my game on every front…and then, a year to the day that we met, he showed me the power and the stunning delights of sensual submission.

“I’ll admit that that lesson was the most exquisite of them all. It left me with an addiction to a firm hand and a firm voice, but this,” she glanced with contempt over her shoulder, “this isn’t the same thing. This is pure drunken stupidity.”

“Michael was an experienced, life-style oriented Dom. He participated with a sect of the D/s community that is much more rigid and well-defined in its culture and traditions than the more mainstream communities,” she saw the humor in what she was saying and flashed him a raffish grin. “Yes, you could call them the baddest of the bad, other’s have…or the best of the best. At any rate the relationship between a Gorean Dom and his submissive, at its most involved, is slavish, involving community rituals and a submissive cermonies.

“I begged for his collar the first day after we’d…affirmed…our relationship. Part of the traditional collaring ceremony includes a commitment…after a year and a day, if the collar held strong, another ceremony performed the branding ritual. It is only held for a slave who has never been branded and its intent is to proclaim the submissive has “mastered” her art. It is a visual symbol of the acceptance and pride the community has in her integrity, her honor and her abilities. While the brand itself usually reflects the Dom’s initial, although not always, it is less an ownership issue and more a celebration of potential fulfilled.

“So you see, Chazz,” again the taunting little smile, the sweet sensual laughter in her voice, “I come to you with the potential to fulfill.”

Randi slid her hand down the length of her body, stroking the soft curve of her shoulder over the darkening stripe, her palm pausing to circle the hard peak of her breast, two fingers gliding over it, pinching lightly before cupping the full swell of it’s seductive mound in her hand, her lips caught between her teeth, her breath catching audibly as her eyes pin his, watching them darken in response.

She lowered the hand to the taut, firm skin of her torso, playing over the concavity of her belly, feeling the heat ignite below her own touch before wrapping lightly around his hand that had been fondling the small mark on her thigh throughout her story. She guided his fingers between her wide spread thighs, feeling them cup and caress her sex, reveling in the liquid heat that slicked her there, two fingers gliding over the wetness. Her eyes led his to the small mark that his fingers had just left and then pulled his dripping fingers upwards toward the mark, coating the small rough spot of skin with her own juices, watching him harden with the clear sexual innuendo of her actions.

Had anyone ever made her hotter, hungrier, more completely his than this bemused, bewildered man in front of her?

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

He listened to her story intently, savoring each word, each nuance of phrasing, each little arching of her eyebrows, and every small grin and chuckle. Chazz felt as if a doorway to a new world had been opened up to him, but he felt more than a little blinded by it. He remembered the first day they had met and how he had known that there was more to her than her eye-catching appearance, but he had had no idea of what resided beyond the obvious. Yet her story stirred in him thoughts and questions about the nature of his own character, and he felt compelled to share something of his past with her, just as she had done for him. As he rubbed his slickened fingers over her brand Chazz felt his response begin to take form.

“That is some potential you have, Randi, and very much appreciated,” he began, his fingers tracing over her rippled scar of flesh. “Like every thing else about you.” Chazz leaned over and kissed the sharp point of her breast, nipping at the tip again. “Oh, and I have noticed the little things too, especially the pencils,” He continued, rising up to sit beside her on edge of the lounge. “We seem to fit together so well personally and professionally … plus there’s little doubt about our ability to anticipate each other’s needs.” Chazz ran his hand over her hip and around to her ass. He loved to touch her and feel the warmth of her response. Randi seemed to relax and open herself up to his endless caresses.

“But now that I begin to think about it, some of the best relationships I ever had were with women much like you. Guess I’ve never thought much about it in terms of dominance or submission. The ones that were doomed from the start were with women who wanted to dominate and control me. Take my ex-wife for instance. While we were dating, I thought I had found the perfect woman. When I found something fun to do, she was all for it. When I needed to be alone to write, she would amuse herself with her friends or her own hobbies. When my friends came over, she was always accommodating and the perfect hostess. When it came to sex, whatever I wanted, she was always enthusiastic and always seemed so satisfied. I didn’t want to rush things with her and fought the urge to ask her to marry me for a year or more before I finally popped the question.

“I was so happy, she was so happy … or so I thought. For the life of me, I’ll never know what happened the day after, when she woke up, but she changed unbelievably. On our honeymoon she came up with a list of things that she wanted to change about me, things I did that she couldn’t stand, good friends of mine she couldn’t stand, and a whole list of personal traits she thought were selfish and inconsiderate. I kid you not …

“Sure, I was still a little immature at the time and figured that this was a part of growing up, so at first I accepted it and tried to accommodate her wishes. But somewhere along the way, the man I changed into was not the man she married, not the man she wanted, which led to a whole new list of things she hated about me. She didn't like the way I kissed her, she didn't like the way I touched her, she didn't like the tone of my voice when I told her I needed some peace and quiet while I wrote. When I bought her a gorgeous lingerie ensemble for Christmas the last year we were together--she would have looked fantastic wearing it--she called it degrading, took it back and exchanged it for a flannel nightie. We ended up making each other completely miserable and it affected my writing, so much so that my publisher dropped me. It wasn’t until after our divorce when Brumblebutt and Marise came along that I got my career back on track.

“But the thing that was the hardest was the matter of trust, of knowing and understanding each other. I knew then and I know now that I’m not a bad guy … I always consider the feelings of others and rarely think of my own needs first. I never made a decision with her based on my own selfish desires … I always did what I thought was best for both of us. I’m an educated man … I’ve developed a balanced and knowledgeable view of culture and art and history and society … I just know these things, what to say and what to do … but she could never accept that. She had some deep-seeded need to be in charge. She turned into this darkly controlling woman rife with insecurities and an overwhelming feeling of inferiority that drove me away from her.

“Funny thing … one day, I came home from a lunch meeting with my publisher at the time and went to change into something more casual and she started in criticizing the way I took off my pants … for Chrissakes! Can you believe? I knew right then that it was over between us … So I ended up giving her the house on the ocean up in Eureka, moved down here and haven’t looked back …

“I’ve had a few girlfriends since then … Lisa, very smart and quick witted, an adventurous lover, but one that quite honestly I never felt a strong attraction to physically … there was Heather, all auburn-haired and voluptuous, a terrific lover but one who couldn’t carry on a complete conversation afterwards if her life depended on it … then there was Alisha, a tall slim blonde, refined and educated, but very cool personally and totally uninteresting in bed …I just haven’t found anyone who was really … really complete … until you.”

All through his story, Chazz had continued to caress Randi, tracing every line of her neck and shoulders, every curve of her breasts and belly, each valley and swell of her waist and hip and ass. But when his fingers glided over her pussy, Randi snapped her legs together, trapping his hand in a most wonderful place, and grinning up at him. Chazz had already slipped his middle and ring fingers up inside her and now wiggled and worked his hand back and forth in the warm fold between her legs, his palm cupping her mons, the fat of his hand pressing against her clit.

“I’m a strong man,” Chazz said, finally extricating his hand. Still on her side, Randi spread her legs apart, the folds of her sex opening before his eyes. He caressed his palm over her thigh, fingers spread, his index finger tracing her brand. “I’m not jealous … I know what I like, but I’m open to new things … I guess my only fear with you is that, learning what I just have about you, there may be some things you may want or desire or need that I’m not sure I could deliver.”

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

Tears stung her eyes as happiness flooded through her. His eyes told her he understood some of the things she’d been trying to get across. The warmth of his touch and gentle caresses told her he wasn’t going to push her away. But most of all, his reciprocation, giving her a bit of himself in return was the biggest gift he could have offered.

She listened to his experience with his ex-wife in dismay but not surprise. It was a common enough story among people and one of the many reasons she was so grateful for the lessons taught her by her mentors over the years. Communication, a simple word that most people could define…theoretically…but when it came applying it, so often things went awry. She chuckled at herself, thinking over the last forty-eight hours and admitted she wasn’t immune.

It did surprise her that he’d let the situation disrupt his work. He was so intense, so focused on his work and it was such a vital part of him she could only sympathize with how hard that point in his life must have been. To be wrapped in the stress of a disintegrating relationship, come out the other side alone and not have the release that came from pouring his thoughts out on paper. She leaned into his caresses letting desire flow over her while she listened.

And as she listened, her eyes rapt on his, she wondered why she ever thought there was a gulf between them. Communication and trust were two of the foundations of her life, throw in honor and respect, which he had from her in spades and it was as solid a base between them as anyone could ask for. Her hands roamed his body as his roamed hers.

Complete. Yes, complete. It was how she felt when she saw him for the first time in the morning, when their smiles met from across the room, when his hands wandered her body or when they sat side by side discussing some topic or other.

“…there may be some things you may want or need that I’m not sure I could deliver.” His voice was low and calm, making it a statement but the look in his eyes was apprehensive.

“No, Chazz,” she reached for his hand, pressing it back between the warmth of her thighs, coaxing his fingers to slide over the sweet slick folds of her sex before urging them towards her center. Her eyes never left his as one fingertip, then two pressed against her ready entrance. She slid forward barely resting on the chaise, a low moan spilling from her lips as he entered her. Holding him there, her eyes asking his permission, his granting it with a slow glow of acceptance she lowered herself to him, her thighs straddling his, her hands seeking refuge in the lush hair at the nape of his neck, her lips pressed against the hard line of his jaw, breathing in the scent that was so uniquely Chazz.

“I would never want what you can’t deliver, beloved,” the endearment slipped out without conscious thought, her eyes tender and bright with affection as they looked up at him, “and I don’t think there’s anything that I need that you aren’t capable of…that we aren’t capable of…together.”

His free hand crept around her waist pulling her more firmly against him. She arched her hips feeling his fingers slide deeper, throwing her head back and realized full night had fallen. Above her the shimmering glitter of a shooting star brought a gasp from her and Chazz glanced upwards in response. A second star followed.

“Make a wish, my love,” she whispered.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

He closed his eyes and tried to think of a wish, of something that he and his heart and soul truly desired. Chazz was a fortunate man. He had all of the toys a reasonable man could want, a beautiful home, his health and still a few traces of youthful spirit, a great group of friends and business associates, a work life that gave him great personal and financial rewards … there was little that he lacked.

Except, there was one thing missing. For many years it had been a nebulous and shadowy empty place in his existence, all too easily ignored given the demands of his work and the whirl of his social life. Sure, he had all this, but there wasn’t that one special friend, that one special person, that one special woman with whom to share it. And as he looked up at the night sky, the dwindling shooting stars of the meteor showers providing a cosmic show, he wondered if perhaps his wish had already come true, for in his arms was this beautiful, smart, fascinating young woman who had crawled deep inside him.

“I don’t have to tell you what it is, do I?” Chazz asked softly, as Randi settled her body down more fully into his grasp. His one hand was deep between her legs, three fingers now twisting up gently inside her warm wet channel, his thumb brushing lightly against her clit. His other hand stroked the plush curve of her ass, fingertips tracing along the valley in between. “Like blowing out candles on your birthday cake … your wishes don’t come true if you tell someone.”

“But wouldn’t you want to tell me, lover?” she asked, her voice a dark whisper in his ear. Her body was rocking, gently swinging up and down in a sensuous sway as she moved in concert with his hand buried inside her. “I’m very good at keeping secrets.”

“You are, are you?” Chazz asked, his teeth nibbling on her neck, nipping at her ear, tugging at the lobe. “We have ways of making you talk,” he added in a mock German accent.

“Not poor little me,” she squealed innocently even though her hips began to rock faster and her wet labia rasped harder against his hand. “You wouldn’t dare torture me, would you?”

“Me … torture you? Never,” Chazz replied. He continued to take little love bites along her neck, alternating his playful little nips with soft wet kisses. “Unless you’re referring to a method a friend of mine and I developed.”

“Ooo, a method?” Randi asked, her body shivering tantalizingly.

“Yes, the Two-hour Torture Method,” Chazz answered, his fingers twisting harder and deeper inside her, his thumb rubbing more savagely on her clit, and his other hand moving lightly over her rippling welted back. “You may have heard about it … or not.”

“Mmm, tell me more,” Randi said, squirming noticeably as Chazz’s deep caresses inside her cunt came close to her spot.

“It’s not so much something that one talks about,” Chazz said as his playful nibbles and loving kisses danced down from her shoulder, near to her still angry welt. “It’s more about what one does.”

Chazz could feel Randi bounce and sway in his lap as the fingers of one hand probed her anus while those of the other massaged the patch of tissue buried inside her, milking the collected dampness. His nibbling kisses made their way down to the soft generous valley between her breasts. He could feel her firm but pliant flesh bob and jiggle against his cheeks.

“Mmm, sometimes a man of action is much to be preferred,” Randi said as her body ground down harder against Chazz’s touch. He could feel her heat, he could feel the building shivers of arousal and anticipation. She pulled at the soft gauze of his shirt, yanking the front open and tugging it down from his shoulders. Her hands were clutching at him, gliding over him, gripping him, nails raking his naked chest and shoulders and back.

Chazz didn’t reply, he simply kissed and nipped his way around her breasts, teasing the rosy pink tips to erect perfection. When he closed his mouth around one proud nipple, he sucked it deep into his mouth, dragging the puckered flesh past his teeth, clamping down on it and then letting it go. She moaned as it snapped back into place and he attacked the other, providing every ounce of the same oral energy and intensity.

Randi called out his name, swore at him, clutched and grabbed at him as he continued stroking and sucking and licking and nibbling on her body. Chazz shifted more of his weight onto the chaise, enough to swing his legs up so he could lie back against the fat cushion. His eyes swept over her body perched atop him so provocatively, and he felt the deep lust and yearning desire for her keep on building. When a huge convulsion struck her, a shuddering quaking climax, Chazz slipped further down on the lounge and reached with both hands for her ass and guided her sodden pussy forward.

“Oh, Chazz, no … no … you don’t … have … to …” Randi murmured but Chazz did not relent. He brought her sex to his mouth forcefully, plying her dripping cunt with kisses and nibbles and deep hard licks. Randi leaned forward, her hands taking hold on the frame of the lounge. As Chazz glanced up he could see the full sway of her luscious breasts and her taut tight nipples. When he turned his full attention to the slit of her sex, Chazz could hear her calling out to him, cursing him and urging him on with an equal voice. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” she screamed as her body shook with a great tremor.

Chazz lost all track of time. He felt as if he were on fire and the flames of his desire was flicking at Randi. His tongue and fingers licked and probed her pussy and ass. He sucked and nibbled on her clit. He filled his senses with her pattern of arousal and release. This became his wish, to have her, to take her places she had never known, to enjoy the pleasure of her company in every way possible.

“Chazz … please … please … please …” Randi mumbled breathlessly. “Lover … I need to catch my breath.” Chazz shimmied up the chaise and Randi collapsed onto his chest. He could feel her body vibrate while he held her and she slowly regained her normal breathing. It was several silent minutes later when she finally spoke again in a soft sweet voice that he could get very used to hearing. “That was beautiful, love, but what about your wish?”

“I think part of it has already come true,” Chazz replied running his fingertips tenderly through her hair.

“Oh, really?” she smiled. “And the rest?”

“That’s not for me to say now is it,” he answered.

“So tell me,” Randi said as her body stirred and she kissed his neck and ran her hand over his chest. “What part of your wish has come true?”

“Umm,” Chazz hummed hesitantly. “You’re here … aren’t you?”

Randi looked up at his face with an expression of part curiosity and part satisfaction. An impish grin crept across her face ...

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

She watched him close his eyes, watched the emotions play over his face. The first ones, solemnity mixed with a bit of mirth, were for her benefit and her smile widened. The next were focused within as he contemplated his wish and she yearned for him to open his eyes so she could read the thoughts behind them. When he did it was with a slightly admonishing gaze, his lips curled in a wistful little smile that made her melt.

No, he didn’t have to tell her, a little superstitious shiver cavorting through her senses that made her want to press her fingers against his lips so he couldn’t.

Their repartee, quick, witty little jabs reflected the rhythm of his touch deep within her and left her gasping as his hand became rougher, more firm, his eyes drinking in every nuance of her reaction. She shuddered in his arms, beneath his lips, beneath the probing invasion of his fingers, crying out his name until she finally begged him to let her rest.

“So tell me, what part of your wish has come true?” she batted her lashes at him, running her hands over his chest, delighting in his quivering response.

“Umm…you’re here aren’t you?” satisfaction wreathed her lips for just a moment before her love blossomed fully, blooming in the radiance of her smile and her eyes so vividly that she buried her face against his chest, holding him tight.

She could feel him, tumescent and proud, pressed against her belly and reached down beneath the waistband of his shorts, cupping him in her hands, hearing the little hiccup in his breath as she did so. Her lips moved over the soft cotton of his t-shirt, playing over the hard nubs of his nipples, nipping and biting at them before he pulled the shirt up and off, offering her full access to his tanned, taut chest.

“God baby, I love the feel of your skin, the taste of you beneath my lips,” her low murmurs become purrs of contentment as her lips found one nipple then the other, teasing back and forth across them as she felt his breathing grow strained. The hard throb of him in her hands pulled her backwards down the chaise spreading her kisses and gentle nips lower, over the sleek firm musculature of his torso, delving into the depths of his naval and bringing a muted grunt of passion from her lover.

“Yes baby,” her whisper soothed as she continued her slow trek, down over his taut, tense belly. She settled between his legs like a kitten who'd found milk, tugging his shorts down over his thighs, running the soft skin of her cheek against the column of his shaft as she pressed her kisses lower.

She could feel the hard veins on the underside of his cock throbbing against her fingers with a life of their own, his length twitching in her hands with each press of her lips. Tauntingly, she swept her tongue over the sensitive pulse at the base and then gently over the swell of his balls squirming with the force of his reaction. Pulling each one into her mouth to suck and fondle, her lips covering her teeth protectively while her hands stroked his length, she reveled in the full rampant thrust of him, his hips pressing upwards, rocking the tip beyond the tight circle of her thumb and forefinger with each movement.

“Oh yeah, baby…fuck yeah…God I love it when you’re hard and hungry Chazz,” she crooned, the words almost unintelligible with the suckling motion of her lips.

She felt his hands move down, burying themselves in the silken fall of her hair gently and she pulled her mouth away, moaning seductively with the feel of his fingers. Her tongue traced a path against the responsive skin between his legs, lapping at the rim of his anus. She felt the feeling flood through him in the sudden tension in his hips, in the jerking muscles of his cock between her hands, in the audible catch of his breath and the aching groan as he let it out.

“Please, Chazz?” her tone held a wistful pleading note as her tongue caressed the rosy little pucker.

“Hell yes, baby,” the sheer pleasure, the wanton hunger in his voice sent her cunt muscles contracting sharply and she felt her own sweet cream bathe her thighs.

He was hard, incredibly exquisitely hard beneath her touch, pulsing, throbbing, and jumping within the circle of her fingers. She began to tease in earnest, her tongue swirling, darting around those tight, tense muscles as her hands continued their rhythm and then suddenly plunging the tip through the constricting ring, pulling out, plunging in deeper.

His hands abandoned her hair and fell with cruel strength on top of her own, stilling their movement, his breathing ragged gasps from above her before they dropped back, plunging into the roots of her hair, guiding her motion as she pressed deeper and deeper.

“Fuck..fuck Randi..oh Jesus, Randi..no…wait,” she barely recognized his voice, harsh and fraught with slipping control.

His grip in her hair had become brutal, his sharp yank pulling her back and away and she rested her cheek against the chill of the chaise, her breathing hard, hot, and as eager as his. The fingers relaxed after a moment, caressing her scalp where it had taken the brunt of his force. She glanced up from between his legs with a naughty, delightfully impish grin on her lips as she pulled her hands backwards, bringing his cock proudly upright to admire the shimmering drops of passion gleaming over its tip. Her lips traveled the length of his shaft, his fingers still relaxed in her hair, and licked at his essence greedily, delving deep for every drop.

“Fuck me, Randi…fuck me now,” hoarsely his demand shuddered through her.

“Oh yeah baby…but…how about,” she straddled his thighs pressing his length to the slick wet crease of her sex, coating him with her juices. Kneeling above him she pressed the head of his cock to the tight ring of her sex, pressing down so that he just barely entered her, locking her gaze on his. She dropped her fingers to her own clit, pulling back its swollen hood and flicking lightly over it, feeling the sensation inundate her senses and flood over him, bathing him in the cascade of her arousal. Then she gripped him in one hand, lifting off of him and pressing him backwards, feeling his head slide over the small tight pucker of her ass. “How about here, lover…would you fuck me here?”

His growl of consent was almost more than she could take, his hips surging upwards to impale her, the throbbing head of him slipping past the taut circle of muscle with an achingly exquisite throb. She lowered herself down over him, slowly, taking his length in one long, greedy push, crying out his name as she went.

“Fuck baby…oh yeah..fuck,” growl, grunt, groan…a mix of all three, his voice the rough, raunchy call of a rutting male.

Her own response was a mewl, a whimper, a soft cry of relinquishment, her body plunging down again and again, to be filled by him. She could hear his control slipping even as her own lost its battle, the hot surging pulse in her clit and the hard full contraction of her cunt flooding her senses as he flooded her.

“Yeah Chazz…yeah baby…give it to me, lover…fuck meeeeeee.”

She found herself slumped over on top of him, his large, strong hands tenderly stroking her back. She could feel the long strands of her hair, tangled around his fingers, brushing against her with each caress.

‘I think I’m falling in love with you, Chazz,’ she wasn’t sure if she’d said the words in her mind or out loud.

A pair of wishes, a pair of lovers and a pair of falling stars. Surely that beat a straight flush, hands down?

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

“‘I think I’m falling in love with you, Chazz … in love with you … in love with you … in love …”

The word seared into his mind. That word. The one which had always been so hard for him to speak, which he was always so reluctant to use, the one that now filled him with an overwhelming feeling of desire. When he was young he had used the word too easily, too readily and it had cost him some painful heartbreak. As he had grown and come to know the full meaning of the word, it became something rare and rich and valuable. And now he had heard it pass from Randi and he knew that it was bound to happen eventually, given the way things had progressed over the past days.

Chazz stroked her head, fingers combing through her lush ebony locks, the warmth of her body soaking his with a personal intense feeling of intimacy. He felt so close to her, and not just because their legs were intertwined and their hearts were beating beside each other, nor that just minutes before their driving passions had exploded together reducing them to trembling grunting creatures. He felt so because … because … because the need he held for her seemed to be mirrored in her own, that they complimented each other so well, that he wanted her regardless of where she had been, whom she had been with …

“I have grown so fond of you, Randi …” Although they were genuine and sincere, his words just seemed so trite and incomplete. Chazz struggled to find the right words that would sum up how he felt. “I have the same feeling … it’s not there yet, but something tells me that it’s only a matter of time.” Chazz still felt that his words didn’t convey his feelings, but Randi’s response, the look in her eyes and the breadth of her smile told him that words were unnecessary. She pressed her cheek firmly against his chest and her arms held him tightly. It felt as if he could feel every part of her pressing against his body.

Then a deep grumble erupted down in his belly, the call of his other hunger, which hadn’t yet been satisfied. He realized that they hadn’t eaten since early in the day. Randi began to laugh, a chuckling giggle that soon grew into a hearty laugh, which Chazz quickly joined.

“I think we need to feed that monster down there,” Randi remarked.

“If we don’t he might end up eating you,” Chazz cracked.

“Hmm, if that is anything like his master eats me, I won’t complain,” Randi grinned.

Chazz scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the pool, leaping into the deep end. They rinsed off and toweled down and went off to get dressed. A few minutes later Chazz was in the garage waiting in the XKE when Randi appeared at the top of the stairs. She was wearing the light blue silk dress she had worn at the party the other night, but as she descended the stairs, it was easy to see that this time she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

They drove down into town and enjoyed a late supper at a quaint little outdoor café nestled in the foothills. Chazz found something completely irresistible about the glow of her smile and the gleam in her eyes as they sat underneath the paper lanterns. They shared a plate of sushi and a quiche and a bottle of French columbard. When they returned to the house, they climbed from the Jag and Randi paused on the first step leading to her apartment. Chazz went to her and kissed her, warmly and deeply.

“Randi … I want you to sleep with me tonight … in my bed.”

There was no question in her reaction, they simply walked hand in hand to the main house and up to his room, shutting off the lights as they went. Once in the room, they undressed each other and slipped between the cool silken sheets. And they slept soundly and deeply, enwrapped in each other’s embrace.

~~~~~~~~~~

The days passed quickly and her welts healed themselves, though not without Chazz’s self-proclaimed miracle cure. One evening, they had reached a crescendo while making love in the great room. Just when he was ready to cum, Chazz had pulled out of her divine pussy and Randi eagerly rolled onto her tummy so that he could erupt over her healing backside. He knelt between her legs and massaged his ejaculate into her back, his stiff cock jutting out proudly, the last vestiges of cum still dripping. “Yep,” he had said. “Another couple of applications and you’ll be just as good as new.” Randi had looked back over her shoulder at him with a luminous smile, then rose up onto her knees and guided his dripping cock to her mouth, licking and sucking the remaining slick residue until Chazz howled with pleasure.

Chazz felt good about progress on the book. As the hours passed, his creative fire continued to burn brightly. Pages upon pages were written and edited; the gaps were being filled in successfully. Chazz enjoyed Randi’s presence immensely, the long lingering looks, the short sweet flirtations, the sharp witty exchanges of ideas, endearing compliments, and deepening feelings. In the evening they would dine in or out, often exploring some his favorite places and inevitably running into a friend or two. At night they would sleep together, in her bed or his, and a couple times outside under the stars.

Each morning Chazz would find his writing table beautifully arranged, the container full of sharp pencils, a fresh pad of paper at the ready (he found a fresh clean pad always fired up his imagination), and on occasion a fresh rose clipped from the garden would freshen and scent the air.

More than a few times when he would push back thinking that he had to refill his coffee mug, he would reach for it and find it already topped off, while Randi would be seated at the computer grinning so sweetly. She always seemed to anticipate his needs. At the first twinge of a stiff shoulder from sitting and writing in one position too long, he would soon feel her delicate but strong hands lay upon him, keenly kneading his stiff muscle.

So caught up one day in completing a long chapter on the court proceedings, Chazz had worked from morning late into the afternoon. Randi prepared a tray of cold cuts and cheeses, pulled a bottle of chardonnay from the cellar and brought it to the office. When Chazz seemed too caught up in his work to stop and slake his hunger, Randi sat on the edge of his writing table, her denim skirt riding up her thigh, her light silk blouse partially unbuttoned, and began to nibble enticingly on the cubes of feta and cheddar and muenster. Chazz looked up and sighed as he watched her take each morsel on her delectable tongue. It didn’t take long for him to complete his thoughts and join her in a late lunch.

It had been nearly two weeks and the weather had not gotten any cooler. The hazy skies and unrelenting sun had cooked up the temps well into the high 90s. Chazz was forced to overcome his distain for air-conditioning and closed up part of the house to make conditions at least tolerable for work. It was late in the afternoon and Chazz was working through one of the late chapters, where the hero Jake has to deal with his conflict between following police procedures and his deepening affection toward Nicole.

Chazz had taken some pages over for Randi to read and comment upon. While she read the passage in question, Chazz rested his hand on the back of her chair. Because of the heat, she had worn her hair up off her ears and neck. He had always been taken by the sculpting of every part of her body and absorbed every nuance of this particular view.

“Are you sure Jake would say this?” Randi asked, pointing to some dialogue between Jake and his captain. “It just doesn’t sound like something he would say, or maybe the way he would say it.”

“You think, babe?” Chazz remarked bending down a bit to read. His hand slipped from the back of her chair to rest on the small of Randi’s back. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin cotton of her snug white t-shirt. When his hand pressed against her, Randi arched her back and Chazz couldn’t help but notice how her nipples grew taut and erect, straining against the light silk of her bra and the soft fabric of her shirt. “Hmm … he’s got to say that, but maybe you’re right. Let me work on that some more.”

Chazz returned to his desk with the offending pages. When he looked back at Randi, they exchanged a look, one that sent a tasty snap of electricity shooting between them, something which had happened often recently. Chazz turned back to his work and Randi started back dutifully typing away. But several minutes later, she got up from the computer and walked to the windows. She stretched her arms up and sighed.

“It’s so hot,” she said softly. “Too damned hot!”

Distracted, Chazz glanced up from his writing table and smiled as she stretched. With her arms raised upward, the hem of her t-shirt had pulled up from the waistband of her cute little pair of shorts, showing off a beautiful slice of her tanned body. Maybe he groaned or grunted or made some sort of sound, but Randi turned toward him and let her arms fall to her sides, her hands coming to rest on the flaring of her hips. She looked so fine, so appealing, the snug white tee clinging to every sweet curve, her shorts showing off her long legs, the jaunty shift of her hips to one side, and most of all, the look in her sky blue eyes, a shimmering gaze that drew his spirit toward her and sent a shiver through his body.

“Umm, it really is hot today, babe,” he said, pretending to be absorbed in his work, but knew the look in his eyes had given him away. “Maybe we need something to cool us off.”

Randi grinned at the suggestion but her look seemed to say that it wasn’t lemonade that first came to her mind. She took a few steps toward him and then paused. She crossed her arms and reached for the hem of her tee, pulling it up and off over her head. She tossed it toward him and he caught it. There was a slight sheen to her body from the heat; the white silk of her bra clung to her firm curves. It was a tiny lightweight garment, the kind women wear in the heat of summer, one that could scarcely conceal the taut points of her nipples.

“I know I need something,” she replied, her voice soft and supple. “And I think that you do too.”

She took another couple of steps toward Chazz and paused again. Her hand went to the snap and zipper of her shorts, opening them up and then pushing them down from her hips. Stepping out from them, she sort of kicked them up into her hand and then threw them at Chazz. He added them to the pile on his table. Her panties could hardly be called that, just a tiny scrap of white silk that barely covered the mound of her sex and which left her delicate slit enticingly visible.

“And you think you know what I want?” Chazz said, his voice suddenly thick and hoarse. Reflexively, he tried clearing his throat but felt a throbbing knot grow.

“Oh, yeah,” Randi cooed. “I know …” She had moved the rest of the way to his writing table, standing before him in just her bra and panties. “I know lots of things …” She reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. The delicate elastic popped free and she slowly peeled the silk from her body. The sight of her naked breasts created a surging tingle in Chazz’s loins, a throbbing that grew as she dropped her bra onto the little pile of her clothing and leaned over to rest her hands on the table. “I know what you want … and I know what you need …”

“Oh, you do, do you?” Chazz remarked, his voice still throaty and heavy with arousal. He could feel his manhood swelling up as his pulse quickened and his body grew flushed and hot. Her lips were parted and she licked at them with her sweet little pink tongue, moistening them until they gleamed with dampness.

“Uh-huh,” Randi simmered and then lowered herself down out of his sight. Chazz pushed back from the table and looked down to see her crawling slowly on the floor toward him, her breasts swaying languidly, her mouth open and inviting, her eyes glossed over with an incredible look of desire.

Chazz felt her hands move up over his bare legs and thighs, her fingers snaking up inside the legs of his shorts. She hummed upon feeling the growing swell of his member and wasted no time freeing him of his shorts, tossing them aside. Chazz lent his head back and his eyes closed as he felt her hands move over his body …

 

[Original_Cyn2]

“It’s not there yet, but something tells me its only a matter of time…” his words caress her ears and she looks at him, full on, her expression glowing with understanding. It doesn’t have to be there, now, or ever, for him….it’s her feeling and as much as she’d love for him to share it with her, for now, it’s hers, pure and simply hers. The analytical part of her mind recoils from the simplicity of the issue but the logical bit of her…and the emotional part of her…says it’s right. She loves him and whatever time they have together is a treasure in the timeline of their lives together.

The flush that hit her body was anything but straight…or proper. She felt him, on every level and it was her nature to want to be all that she could, all that he would let her…

Falling to her knees, crawling across the floor to him was a simple expression of her soul. Feeling him rise for her…aching and ardent beneath her gentle touch leaves her reeling.

“Beloved,” her soft whisper startles him, so intent on her touch, “meet me in my bedroom…give me twenty minutes…”

She watches surprise luminesce the green of his eyes, comprehension darkening them to an earthy olive. He nods to her, releasing her, letting her slip away from him as she departs the office with a predatory gleam in her eye.


She reaches her apartment, all but running up the stairs, shedding her clothing as she goes. Every sense is alive, taunting her with the ravenous spirit within her. She grabs an orange on her way into the bedroom, peeling it before traversing the steps to her bedroom, lighting the warm glow of candles that stroke shadows from every corner, stroking each curve of her young form against the walls of the room. The soft tang of citrus floods the air around her as she displays herself on the plush pillows of her bed, arranging the orange segments on the trembling concavity of her belly in an intricate, enticing pattern.

She feels the vibrations of his feet on the stairs, hears the opening of the door and his soft hello as he follows the flickering light of the candles. Her gaze fastens on him, widening with hunger as he pauses at the threshold of her room, his eyes feasting on her lithe form, reclined and inviting before him.

“I’ve missed you, my love,” low and husky her voice caresses him.

“Randi…” his own, breathless, takes in the picture she’s painted for him, striding forward and hesitating beside her.

“Please, beloved,” her breathlessness affects them both as he sheds his clothing for her, her eyes devouring the primal male thrust of his masculinity.

Hard, eager and rampant he sits beside her, her fingers stroking the soft, tender skin of her belly as she watches him. Slowly, so slowly, his fingertips pass over the ripe succulent fruit on her flesh, pausing to tease her before picking a segment up and bringing it to his lips.

“Please,” the soft, aching need in her plea seems to stop him for a moment as he brings the fruit to his mouth, his lips caressing its lush skin. She watches it slip between his lips, her breath catching in her throat as he bites down, his teeth splitting its ripe skin, his senses reveling in the sweet tang of its juices before he lets go, bringing part of to her own mouth, sharing the sweet nectar.

“Randi…oh God, Randi,” his voice sounds hoarse, raspy with sensuality and she shivers beneath its impact.

She sits up, pressing her body against his, loving the contrast between his tense muscularity and her own soft, sensual angles. Flush with him, she teases, taunts him with her body, her hair cascading over his shoulders, her breasts pressed tightly against his back as she moves slowly, rhythmically against him.

He tries to pull her into his arms and she demurs, begging him, in a whisper, to be patient as her body glides against his.. She ducks beneath his arm, her lips pressed to the sensitive skin beneath his ribs, feeling every inch of him, kissing, caressing every line of his body.

The orange slices cascade to the bed beneath them, her fingers finding and gathering them, bring one to her lips, holding it gently between her teeth before she lifts her head, bringing it up toward his mouth, taunting him with its sweetness.

His lips part, straight white teeth grasping the end that projects from hers, accepting it between them, biting down lightly as the sweet juices flows between their lips.

“Chazz…oh God Chazz…I need you…” she fits her body to his, feeling the rampant thrust of him against her, pulling him on top of her, his lips hard against her own. “Please….take me.”

So little time for subtlety, his own hunger mimicking hers as he lays her back, arched between the sweet spread of her thighs. She gasps, feeling the hard, pulsing throb of him against her sex, her lips spreading beneath the press of his unbridled hunger and then gasping, crying out his name as he takes her. Hard, fast and absolutely, plunging to the hilt within the wet, gripping warmth of her cunt, gasping with the strength of her own unrelenting grip only to pull back and plunge forward, again and again and again.

“Oh God…yes…yes…oh Chazz…yeah lover…take me…” growling and screaming for him she responds to the force of his possession, lifting her hips to take him that much further, urging him on in every way she knows how.

“Fuck me Randi…yes oh Fuck yes…take me Randi…take it all…”husky, randy with arousal, his voice takes her over the edge.

“Oh God Chazz…yes..yes…oh yessssss,” her hips thrust up to his without volition, her pussy grasping him, pulling him deep, stroking every inch of his length.

They come together, the howling cries of primal release reverberating between them, their bodies clenched together in an act so primal, so earthy it defies description…

 

[Miltone]

In the heated steamy swelter of her candlelit apartment, with the ardor of their lovemaking only starting to ebb, Randi and Chazz lay together. The sensational physical aspects that flavored their relationship accented their release, which grew more intense and more rewarding with each encounter. In this moment of complete intimacy, Chazz could feel every thick inch of his male length inside her hot slick womb; every possible part of their bodies were touching, arms enwrapped, legs braided together, the muscles of his chest crushing the firm flesh of her breasts.

The sweet scent of her body and her hair, damp from arousal and energetic physical love and luscious satisfaction, filled his senses with an intoxicating aroma. The mingling of their perspiration and musky scent of love recently made filtered into the mix, Chazz closed his eyes and let the scent wash through him.

The taste of her mouth, still ripe with a sweet citrus flavor, sent a ripple through his body when he kissed her. His tongue danced with hers and traced the outline of her lips. When his hand found another slice of orange buried in the folds of the rumpled sheet, he squeezed it onto her body, watching her shiver and her nipple rise up from the firm orb of her breast as the juice splashed onto her and ran down over her sleek smooth skin. Chazz lapped at the rivulets that flowed down into the valley between her breasts and sucked from the pool that formed on her tummy.

“Chazz, oh, lover …” she murmured, the sound of her voice cascading over him, thick with a passion that hadn’t receded despite their shuddering climax.

“What, sweet baby?” he asked between soft kisses on her belly and breasts.

“Nothing … I just felt like saying your name,” she answered.

“And I love to hear you say it,” he replied before laying a trail of kisses from her belly up between her breasts and ending on her neck just below the ear. Randi rested her hands on either side of his head and combed her fingers back into his hair, pulling it from his face and away from his ears.

“Chazz … Chazz … Chazz … Chazz … Chazz … Chazz … ” she called out softly, a near whisper at first but becoming an urgent orgasmic purr with each mention.

He covered her mouth with a kiss, muffling the sound of his name as she tried to speak it again. He then took hold of her wrists and pulled her hands from his head and moved them high above her head, pressing them into the sheets.

“Randi … Randi … Randi … Randi … Randi … Randi … Randi … Randi …” he growled, playfully mimicking her until his voice became a roar and she squirmed beneath the press of his body upon hers. She shrieked as he then took little bites from her neck and shoulders and called her name, “Randi … Randi … Randi …”

“Oh, god I love it when you talk to me!” she squealed as he kissed her rouged flesh where he had nibbled.

“And here I’ve been playing the strong silent type,” Chazz confessed. During their little tussle, his hips and fallen completely between her legs and his maleness became enthused with the tumbling of their bodies and began to grow full again. “Maybe I’ll have to do something about that.”

Randi nodded her head, looking up at him with a delectable glow in her eyes. God, how he loved to look at her, to see her! How he loved to decipher her expressions, to see her spirit dance in her eyes, to see the impish smile curl her lips when she thought of something delicious, to see the plush curves of her body shift and move and rotate as she walked or swam or simply reclined in a chair. He loved to see her profile silhouetted against the setting sun; he loved to see her sitting across the table from him at dinner; he loved to see her body greedily arching and bucking as she rode atop him when making love. Just that last thought combined with lying with her so naked and aroused fueled a twinge of exhilaration in him, an excitement that he wanted to share with her.

So Chazz began to talk to her, slowly opening up and telling Randi what he had just been thinking. In a soft and gentle voice he told her about how he enjoyed the feeling of being intimate with her, feeling their bodies so profoundly close and warm; he told her how he loved the scent of her early in the morning when first awaking, in the heat of the day, in the evening when freshly showered and perfumed, and when clinched together in the throes of orgasm; he told her how he loved the taste of her, her mouth, her body, her sex, every part of her, every time his lips met her; he told her how he loved the sound of her voice talking, laughing, crying out loudly with her lusty passion, or whimpering in complete surrender; he told her how he loved the way she looked, happy or sad, convulsed with laughter or pensive in repose, flirting and teasing him from across the room, or being with him as she was at this moment.

And as Chazz spoke, his body moved on hers. His hips ground against hers, his hands held her wrists high above her head, and his throbbing manhood ravaged her slick sex as his words rained down upon her. Randi met his every advance with a firm thrust of her hips, drawing him deep inside the heat of her belly, capturing him snuggly and completely.

“And this, sweet Randi, this is the absolute best!” Chazz growled deeply. “Feeling you like this … feeling the sensations build … higher and higher … gripping me like that … with that gorgeous little pussy of yours … oh, fuck, yes, how I love that!”

They had taken quite different paths to get to this place, yet now, their pasts didn’t matter; it was the here and now that counted, living this life moment to moment, together. And so they abandoned themselves to one another; a new flame ignited that lead them to rolling and thrashing on the bed, desperately clutching and grabbing at the sheets and each other, hair-pulling, butt-smacking, intense and passionate and forceful, never stopping until they had collapsed in a sodden writhing embrace, out of breath and entirely spent, able to communicate with little more than faint whispers and soft caresses. Their words settled into silence and they both drifted off to sleep.

When Chazz stirred and batted open his eyes, he saw Randi seated at her dressing table, still naked and brushing her hair. When he rolled over to face her fully, she glanced at him and smiled.

“I’m hungry,” Randi confessed. “And I’ve already taken my shower.” She stood and ambled languidly toward the bed. When he reached for her, she danced away from his grasp. “Ah, ah, ah!” she warned with a wagging finger.

“Come on, baby, just a little kiss,” Chazz pleaded, swinging his legs down from the bed.

“I know all too well where your kisses lead,” she admonished him impishly.

“Just one little kiss?” he pleaded again, pushing up from the bed and approaching her.

“Hmm,” she said backing away slowly. “Maybe just one … but only after you’re out of the shower.”

“Man, you drive a tough bargain,” Chazz said with a mock tone of dejection in his voice. He headed toward the shower but when passing close to Randi he reached out. As she tried to scamper away, his palm caught the cheek of her ass fully making a loud smacking sound and raising a quick warm red mark. With a self-satisfied grin, Chazz trotted into shower.

“So where do you feel like eating tonight?” Randi called out as he stepped beneath the gushing water.

“I thought maybe you could pick the place for a change,” he replied. As the shower beat down upon his body, for some reason, Chazz began to hum the old Cole Porter tune, “Under My Skin.”

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

Randi loved hearing Chazz talk, loved the bits and pieces of himself that he shared with her, the intimate thrust of him pressed deep within her belly. There was something so primal, so elemental about lying beneath him, watching the fire in his eyes and the sensual curl of his lips as he talked to her, each word a verbal caress even as his body moved against her in its own erotic language.

He made her feel special and he’d gotten beyond her barriers so delicately, with so much affection, she’d barely had time to realize it. She glanced at his face, softened by the sated passion between them, animated by the things he’d shared with her, impish with a childlike enthusiasm that made her grin in response.

She woke up before he did and carefully, slowly pulled herself from his embrace, stroking his body soothingly as she did so, enjoying the contented little noises he made in his sleep, his hands releasing her reluctantly. She showered, the water caressing each curve and hollow as her mind replayed their tumbled rapture, so sated that the liquid touch brought nothing more than a content smile to her lips.

She padded quietly across the room to sit in front of her mirror, brushing her hair, her eyes noting the satisfied gleam in her eyes, the replete lushness to the swell of her body as she brought the brush through her hair, lost in silent thoughts. She heard him roll over and caught the glow of his emerald gaze from her mirror, her smile blossoming into a teasing grin as his eyes lit up with ardor.

Their playful banter tickled her as it always did, the playful smack to her bottom almost tipping the scales in his favor. She heard him slip into the shower, the cascade of water changing key as his body slid under it. His response, that she should choose their dining spot tonight, took her by surprise and she sat, worrying her lower lip with her teeth as she thought about it.

It was the Cole Porter song that made up her mind, the rich, husky hum of his voice stroking her senses from the other room as she sang quietly with him. That and the fact that she wanted to share something of herself with him.

“I’ve got you deep in the heart of me, So deep in my heart that you’re really a part of me,” Vito’s image and husky baritone teased her thoughts, her adopted family, a big bear of a man that treated her like the daughter they’d never had. The last time she’d been in they’d listened to the skinny, ragged man that played for change in the corner of his shop. A bigger heart no one ever had than Vito, picking up strays of all kinds, setting them back on their feet or simply soothing the random heartbreak with a glass of wine and a sympathetic ear while plying you with hearty zesty Italian food. A gruff, bluff and kinder soul was hard to find.


“Where to?” Cleaned up and dressed casually in jeans they left the house; Chazz’s question brought an impish grin to her face.

“I’m not telling, hop in,” she watched the surprise as it flickered across his features, his tread stopping jauntily on just the other side of her car, his gaze taking in the vehicles lining the other three stalls as she opened her door. She could just imagine the condition of any one of them after leaving Vito’s. Her own car would be safe, having been practically adopted by Vito and his humongous family, well known in the neighborhood as untouchable. “Trust me,” her tone teasing him as he climbed in.

They descended the hill, hitting the highway and Randi watched the curiosity flit over his handsome face as they passed the more glitzy exits, then turn to frank bafflement as they passed the downtown exits and finally into just the faintest of apprehensive concern as she pulled off on an exit that led to one of the more down at the mouth districts. She couldn’t help laughing out loud at the bafflement in his face as she finally pulled to a stop in front of Vito’s. The dirty, dusty parking lot filled with trash, the homeless shelter halfway down the block, the pawn shop across the street and the bars on every window weren’t the most impressive display, she had to admit, seeing it through his eyes.

“Trust me,” she leaned over, burying her lips against the smooth, tense skin of his neck, her hot breath toying with his ear, her teeth nibbling lightly. “I’m taking you to meet my family.”

“Just don’t forget to lock the door,” his dry, uneasy statement was backed by a smile that gleamed with puzzled humor and she kissed him, loving his versatility.

“Cynthia…Bella…what’s a matter you?” The bold, accented tones of Vito’s abused English reverberated around them as they entered the small establishment, the tempting scents of garlic, tomato sauce, and fresh hot bread inciting their senses.

“Vito,” she could feel her smile crease her face from ear to ear, radiant with pleasure as she greeted the huge, fatherly Italian with a hug before his own engulfed her small frame. He picked her up, swinging her off her feet, leaving her breathless with laughter before settling her back and stepping back, his dark eyes surveying Chazz from head to toe.

“Chazz…my adopted godfather, Vito…Vito… my good friend, Chazz,” she watched Vito’s eyes narrow on hers, lighting up with a teasing gleam.

“Lucia…Lucia come…look who’s here! And her ragazzo,” Vito’s hand snaked out, reaching for Chazz’s hand, engulfing it, shaking it with vigor as he pulled him into a bear hug.

She felt the laughter swell and tumble from her as Lucia, Vito’s wife scurried from the kitchen, her 5’0” frame moving like a greyhound through the crowded restaurant. She stopped in front of Randi, her hands on her hips, her quick eyes surveying Chazz in appreciation for the man and silent laughter at her husband’s enthusiasm before returning to Randi’s grinning face. Raising her hands to her cheeks, her eyes twinkling with glee as Randi bent down, hugging her tightly.

“More than ragazzo, Vito…I think… Amante, inamorato, si?” Randi felt the warm flush of color in her cheeks, Chazz’s eyes sparkling merrily at her as she completed introductions.

“Lei l’ama, un piccolo,” Lucia’s voice whispered quietly, just between the two of them, her tiny hands clenched around Randi’s patting lightly.

“Yes, mama Lucy, a little more,” she whispered back as Vito led them to a quiet table in the back.

She slipped close to Chazz feeling his arm slide around her waist and squeeze and could barely restrain a giggle. Many people would have been overcome by the boisterous welcome, but she could see the merry gleam in his eye and the impish grin teasing the corner of his lips.

Her eyes took in the musician playing his guitar in the corner, his tatty costume and scrawny appearance heralding him as another of Vito’s lost lambs and she turned her eyes to his swarthy form, teasing without words.

“Oh you, cara bella, you should talk! You were not so very different when I met you…not homeless, but troubled, yes? Ahhh…I will be back. I have stories for this young man of yours…and then we will talk, mano a mano, no?” His bluff, aggressive demeanor was spoiled by the hearty smile and the shining humor in his eyes as he turned to Chazz, handing over menus. “I will be back,” his impression of Arnold Schwarzenegger, creditable, but barely, had Lucia rolling her eyes behind him as she delivered two brimming glasses of dark burgundy wine.

“She is like our daughter, this woman of yours, since the day Vito found her outside. Vito is a proud, Italiano papa, stuck in the old ways, you understand.” Lucia accepted Chazz’s solemn nod with a chuckle, her tiny hand ruffling his blonde hair before patting him on the back. “You order for both of you, yes? He will tease you less…trust me.”

“I can’t wait to hear the stories,” Chazz’s laughter falls on Randi’s ears, flushed with affection and humor for the pair as Lucia headed back toward the kitchen, satisfied once again with Chazz’s solemn nod.

“Oh God, Chazz…you can only believe a 10th of what he says…if that,” she laughed with him, basking in the warmth and contentment of his presence.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

“And I have found warnings like that are usually followed by something close to a hundred percent revelation of the truth,” Chazz replied. He looked around the place and savored the details of the décor. Although part of him had been deeply concerned during their trip, once the destination was reached and Chazz felt the warmth and love that was evident throughout, he began to feel at home. He had often discovered jewels like this in a rough neighborhood. The lush Italian furnishings, the heavy scent of garlic and oregano wafting from the kitchen, the heavy concentration of Sinatra and Martin in the jukebox, the friendly faces and warm greetings all spoke of a home style atmosphere to Chazz. Randi was so lucky to have these people here for her, and in some small way he was glad to be part of it.

The scrutinizing eye of Vito and Lucia was not lost on Chazz. They had looked him up one side and down the other with a most critical gaze. That told him a lot about how important Randi was to these people, and it made him want to draw closer to her. While Randi and Lucia talked, Randi excitedly about her new job, Lucia demonstratively about the family, Chazz reached under the table for Randi’s hand. He wanted to touch her, to hold her, to be apart of this scene.

“So, Mr. Chazz,” Lucia said to him finally, her glance and comments directed on the mark. “What do you do for a living? If you have captured our Randi’s heart, there must be something special.”

“I … I’m a writer,” Chazz began nervously. “Perhaps you’ve heard of me … Chazz Mitchell … Forbidden Temptation … Thieves in the Night … Midnight Transgressions … well, maybe not …”

The older lady looked at him skeptically. “My sister Sophia has told me about those books … they are not what I read, but she loves them and tells me about each one,” Lucia remarked with a slight smile. “I am sure that she will want your autograph.”

“That would be my pleasure,” Chazz advanced, eager to curry favor. He felt Randi press close to him, her hand tight on his thigh.

“So how did you meet our Randi?” Lucia asked, her eyes not wavering in their gaze.

“Actually, we met at a coffee shop,” Chazz remarked with a grin. He shot a quick glance toward Randi and then looked directly at Lucia’s dark eyes. “She needed a job, I needed to hire someone to help me with mine … the rest so magically fit together …”

It was then that he felt Randi’s hand grip him tightly, painfully tight. He saw Lucia’s eyes narrow and become inquisitive.

“You give her a job and then you … you … fall in love?”

Chazz looked at Randi and then back at Lucia.

“Well … yes. To be quite honest about it, yes.”

When Chazz looked again at Randi she was smiling slightly but nervously. When he looked back to Lucia, she was not smiling … at all.

“You know, a long time ago, my Vito, he hired a pretty young girl to help him out with this restaurant,” Lucia said slowly. “He told her all about his big plans for turning his little hole in the wall place into a big important restaurant. And she believed him. And some where along the way, much to my surprise, they fell in love.”

“Wha … what did you do about it?” Chazz asked.

Lucia reached for his arm and grasped it tightly, leaning close to his ear.

“I married him!” she whispered loudly.

Chazz chuckled and let his hand fall down to Randi’s on his thigh, taking it and giving it a squeeze.

“So now that we know each other a little better, you should decide what you would like for dinner,” Lucia said, getting up from the table. “Our kitchen isn’t open all night, you know.”

Chazz picked up the menu and gave it a thorough look. Like many other small family places, the list was nearly endless, voluminous and complete. He felt the wary eye of Lucia fall upon him, but the delicate hand of Randi on his thigh told a completely different story. He had known the close gaze before, but for some reason he wanted to nail this one. Randi was a special girl to him—a very special girl—and he wanted these people who loved her to know. When Vito returned, Chazz looked up from the menu.

“Umm … noi’il ll ha il Bruschetta Pommadora per cominciare,” Chazz began slowly, his grammar and accent decidedly lacking in authenticity. “Lo sguardo di Forno di Al di Portobello molto appetitoso. E la sua minestra del giorno, il minestrone?”

“Si,” Vito replied, with a sly smile, apparently enjoying Chazz clumsy effort. “Lo facciamo ogni giorno dagli ingredienti migliori.”

Chazz wasn’t sure, but it sounded like they made the minestrone from scratch. Randi rustled next to him. “I didn’t know you spoke Italian,” she whispered.

“I don’t … at least not very well, but let me try this … brownie points, you know,” Chazz spoke softly to Randi out of the side of his mouth before turning back to Vito. “Poi noi’il … ll ha il minestrone anche. Non la Viola di Bente guarda cosí appetitoso, io’m sicuro possiamo resistere.”

“Molto buono,” Vito commented as a sly smile creased his face.

As Chazz continued, he was trusting that his crude Italian wasn’t inadvertently insulting the host’s mother. “E noi’il ll segue che con un'insalata di casa … sperando di risparmiare la stanza per un quadrato del Tiramisu.”

“Le scelte molto buone,” Vito remarked. “Vedrò a esso che il suo vitello è il più tenero.” He smiled and nodded politely before turning toward the kitchen,

“And by the way, Mr. Chazz, you could have ordered in English,” Lucia remarked with a laugh. “You have already scored enough … how you say, brownie points.”

“Well, that’s about all the Italian I ever learned,” Chazz remarked. “I’m much more comfortable with English, believe me.”

The meal and the wine were delicious and the flavors breathtaking. The bruschetta was baked with fresh, diced tomatoes, basil, garlic and Parmesan. The marinated Portobello mushrooms were braised to accent the fresh Italian herbs and served with a Chianti wine sauce. The house salad featured mixed Romaine, iceburg, radichhio, frisee, chicory, red oak, lola rosa, arugula, swiss chard, tomato, red onion, and was topped with a rich dressing and pine nuts.

Lucia saw to it that their wine glasses were never empty and sat with them in between courses. When the door to the kitchen swung open and Vito himself carried out the entrees, the aroma was almost overwhelming. The veal scallopine was crowned with shrimp and scallops in an herbed mushroom tomato sauce, finished with white wine and tarragon and was served with steamed vegetables and potato del giorno.

“This is spectacular,” Chazz commented to Randi as the tender veal slipped easily down his palate and the flavors dazzled his tongue.

Randi nodded and took up a forkful and extended it toward him. He leaned forward and let her set the food on his extended tongue. There was something so stimulating and so arousing in the way she fed him this delicious morsel of veal and scallops. And the look in her eyes was even more alluring. Chazz was aware that Lucia and Vito were observing their dining experience from time to time, but he was careful to look around before leaning over to steal a kiss with Randi.

“I’m not sure which I find more delicious,” Chazz remarked softly. “The veal or your lips.”

Randi giggled. “I vote for the veal,” she grinned. “You can’t live on love, honey.”

“Try me on that one, baby,” Chazz cracked. “Maybe we can prove the experts wrong.” He leaned back to kiss her again when he caught sight of Vito approaching.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi chuckled at Chazz’s response. He was right and all of Vito’s stories would be grounded in truth even as they were exaggerated to the n’th degree. For the first time in years, she looked forward to sharing pieces of herself that wouldn’t normally see the light of day.

She sat back happily in the booth as she watched Chazz from the corner of her eye, basking in the familiarity of her old stomping grounds, enjoying the simple ease and comfort with which he took everything coming his way. There was something in his expression, like he wanted to be a part of the camaraderie that made her want to curl up in his lap, feel his arms around her and wrap her own around him.

She had to restrain the laughter that bubbled to the surface as Chazz and Lucia discussed his writing. The idea of the down to earth, sensibly realistic little woman taking the time out to read anything less practical than a cookbook was comical, but even better were the fleeting memories of Sophia sitting in the warmth of Lucia’s kitchen, drinking a glass of wine and describing in florid detail her latest favorite read while Mama Lucy clucked her disbelief while working on one of the hundreds of ongoing recipes that haunted her kitchen.

She was still reacting to the memory when Lucia asked Chazz about the job and their relationship. His response, “Well…yes. To be quite honest about it, yes” took a moment to sink in. Her hand tightened on his thigh, her throat clenching tight with emotion as her eyes met his, almost frightened with her own surging feelings. “I love you too, Chazz,” she thought, resting her cheek against his shoulder, shaken by the truth of that reflection.

The food was as exquisite as always, the zesty flavors and satisfying textures combining together to make an unforgettable meal. Giving it the final edge, that last perfect spice was Chazz’s own enjoyment, of the food, of the surroundings and of her own lips, pressed eagerly against his from time to time.

All too soon she glanced up and saw Vito approaching in a manner that said he’d come to make good his promise. With a soft sigh she smiled across the table as he settled in.

“How was the meal…you like?” hearty with broken English Vito’s voice boomed across the small booth making Randi cringe. Vito’s accent increased and his English decreased in direct proportion to the amount of exaggeration he put into his words.

“It was like heaven, Papa Vito…like angels cooked it. Lucy must have done it herself,” she was rewarded with a broad grin as he turned his attention onto Chazz. She squeezed his hand in commiseration.

“Did our Cynthia tell you how we met her, Chazz?” the sparkle in his eyes made Randi nearly groan out loud, her mouth quirking in a slow grin as she shook her head.

“I found her outside, in the street,” his pause was made for effect, drawing Chazz’s complete attention. “Kneeling in the gutter like a drunk, her face nearly pressed against the grate of the sewer out front.”

She had to bite her lip to hide the grin, her eyes rising to meet Chazz’s horrified look. ‘Jeez, the poor guy probably thinks I’m a drunk’ was the thought that went through her mind as she swiveled toward Vito with a reproachful look, her hands splayed before her, fingers waggling in the “come on” gesture.

“You know this neighborhood, no?” Vito’s voice, full of mock severity queried Chazz who nodded emphatically. “Is this any place to be kneeling in the gutter?”

She watched Chazz’s nod change to a slow shake of the head, his hand tightening on hers in an almost painful grip.

“I was trying to rescue a puppy from the sewer drain. I’d been out with friends to an Irish pub about a mile from here, just on the outskirts of downtown. It was a blind date and the man I was with turned….obnoxious…in the car so I demanded he let me out. I was so mad I walked nearly a mile before realizing what kind of area I’d entered and just as that began to sink in I heard the softly frantic yips from the curb. I couldn’t walk away.”

“Mama mia…it’s nearly midnight, I’m closing up, turning out the lights in the windows and what do I see? An angel kneeling in the street.”

“Oh stop in Papa. I looked as angelic as Oscar did when we finally dragged him out of that sewer.”

“So what do I do? I go out in the street and try to talk the angel inside, get her a taxi home but will she go?” Vito’s deep rumbling bass is full of exasperated affection.

“I couldn’t leave him there, Vito…neither could you,” she teased.

“So why is it I wind up with a mutt sleeping on my clean sheets every night,” throwing his arms into the air, shaking a finger in her direction he turns to Chazz. “Maybe you want a mutt to hog the bed, leaving dirty footprints wherever it goes, whining when it doesn’t get enough attention?”

“Papa, he already has one…me,” her impish grin and soft teasing laughter brought a silence to the table that echoed around them for long moments, Vito’s eyes narrowing on Chazz.

Slowly he reaches out two huge hands across the table, engulfing hers completely as she reaches back, the other wrapping firmly around Chazz’s.

“You take good care of her, Mr. Mitchell, she is like a daughter to me,” the gruff voice became husky with emotion, Vito’s nearly black eyes sparkling with the suspicion of tears before he cleared his throat, glancing away in embarrassment as he dropped their hands, rising to his feet. “I must get back to work before my angel becomes a devil and I become the one to sleep in the doghouse. You come back, you two…I have many more stories to share,” his warm wink was aimed at Chazz as he too got to his feet, shaking Vito’s hand.

“I will, Mr. Morelli…I will,” his quiet reassurance brought a warm, responsive smile to Vito’s face and after a moment, a subtle nod before Vito wandered off toward the kitchen.

As he settled back in the booth next to her she fitted her body to his, resting her cheek against his shoulder, pressing her lips to the throbbing pulse at the base of his neck.

“I miss that puppy, Chazz, a little black fur ball with big green eyes…a lot like yours except they glowed golden in the dark. When Vito finally caught him by the scruff of his neck and pulled him up through that grate he was the most pathetic sight you’d ever seen. He bit Vito, who nearly dropped him right back in and then he scampered into my arms, burrowing into my coat and squirming around until all you could see were two eyes and a nose….right here,” her fingers dropped to the v-nick of her shirt, stroking the soft swell of her breasts, watching his eyes follow the movement. “Take me home Chazz,” her voice a soft yearning whisper, “take me home and make love to me…please?”

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

“Of course, baby,” Chazz remarked and he leaned over and kissed her. They made their goodbyes, thanking the Morellis for the wonderful dinner and evening. The feelings that these special people held for Randi were evident in their words and embraces and in the firm handshake Vito gave Chazz when leaving. While walking out to her car, Chazz took Randi’s arm and pulled her close to him, close enough that their hips gently bumped together when they easily meshed their strides.

As their relationship had developed, he had grown so near to her, much closer than he had allowed anyone since his divorce, much closer than he had once proclaimed possible to himself. This affair went against all that Chazz had vainly sought to build up over the past few years as he barricaded his heart. All he had expected that day in the coffee shop was a cute girl to help him on his book. He wasn’t going to fool around with the hired help, he wasn’t going to let any woman get under his skin, and he wasn’t going to fall in love. Everything he had learned about Randi had changed all that; he wanted her in his life, close to his heart, and his passing admission of love back in the restaurant echoed back to him.

“… then you fall in love?”

“Yes, to be quite honest about it, yes.”

In breaking down the barricades to his heart, Randi had opened Chazz up to roads less traveled, avenues of emotional and physical intensity that he had never explored, but which felt so true and right for him. He had come to feel so open with her, so totally able to express his feelings in words, and more important in actions, in the ways that they had sex—no—made love.

Randi squeezed the button to unlock her car and Chazz stood with her outside the driver’s door. He lifted his palms to her cheeks and cradled her face, his thumbs brushing lightly over the softness of her cheeks. He leaned in for a kiss, a deep penetrating kiss. She responded by hooking her arms around his back and pulling him against her, her entire body undulating gently in his enveloping embrace. The unexpected whoop and wail of a police siren nearby was all it took to break the spell.

“We should get going before I take you here and now,” Chazz grinned.

“Maybe in a different neighborhood I might just want you to,” Randi sighed as she leaned back against the car door.

Chazz opened up the door to her little Lexus coupe and she slipped inside. As he went around and climbed into the passenger side he chuckled.

“What?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing,” Chazz remarked. “Just thinking about what a lucky puppy that little doggie was … and what a lovely place to find a home.”

Randi’s sky blue eyes dropped down to glance at the valley between her breasts and then up and over at Chazz. She raised her hand and placed it between her breasts, magnifying their firm silhouette as the soft cotton of her shirt was pulled tight. Chazz reached over to hook his hand around the small of her neck and then leaned over toward her to lightly kiss her moist lips that still tasted like the crème de almond, dark rum, and espresso used to flavor the Tiramisu. As he withdrew his hand, his fingers brushed down over the mound of her breast, instantly raising the nipple to pert erection, a condition that quickly spread to the other.

“Do you know a shortcut home, lover?” she asked breathily.

“Why?”

“Because I really need you now, Chazz,” she answered, her cheeks flushed and rosy, her eyes leaden with desire, her lips glistening in the flickering lights of the parking lot.

“Actually, there is no short cut, baby,” Chazz remarked. “But I do know a place real close.”

“How close?”

“Very!”

“Let’s!”

Randi fired up the Lexus and Chazz directed her due west, never letting his hand leave her lap, his fingers gliding up and down over her pussy. Within a few minutes they had made their way to the ocean and along Moonstone Beach road. On one side, the hills rose up starkly in the darkness, while on the other side, large beach houses were crowded together.

“Look for the mailbox with the old movie reel on top,” Chazz said, watching the ocean side of the road closely. “It’s coming up here on your left.” Randi slowed the car as the landmark approached. “Just pull in the drive off the road,” Chazz added.

“What is this place?” Randi asked as the car rolled to a stop on the gravel drive.

“This, is Jack’s little beach house,” Chazz remarked. “Believe it or not, he and Kate hardly ever come here, so he gave me a key in case I needed a little inspiration that only being close to the water can provide.”

“Nice,” Randi answered as they got out of the car. Even in the late evening darkness, the lines of the Spanish hacienda were evident. They passed through a narrow side yard beneath some tall swaying palms. The sound of the surf crashing the shore could be heard in the distance. “So does this mean that you’re in need of some inspiration?”

“When I’m with you?” Chazz answered sweeping her into his arms. “Just what kind of fool do you think that I am?” He kissed her again, firmly and fully on the lips, pressing forward against the front door until he heard her whimper weakly. Chazz opened the door and they tumbled inside, barely breaking their kiss or the bonds of his embrace. They clattered their way inside through the ceramic foyer, up a short flight of stairs and into the main room. The ocean could be seen and heard through the wall of windows that allowed the moonlight inside. But those sounds and sights meant little as Chazz and Randi became absorbed in only each other.

Their lips dealt out crushing passionate kisses, their hands grasped and clutched and stroked, and their bodies responded madly. Their clothes flew through the air, her shirt then his, and then her bra. They tore at each other’s jeans. “Damn … tight … jeans!” Chazz swore as he struggled desperately to peel down her snug blue jeans. Finally dressed in just his boxers and her tiny silk thong, they stood together and kissed as their hands explored each other’s waist and below. Fingers touched and caressed and stroked each other’s primed sex through the soft silken fabrics. They danced together a delicious tango that ebbed and flowed across the floor, bumping and bouncing from one piece of furniture to the next until finally they came upon the back of the supple leather couch.

Randi pushed his boxers down past his hips and Chazz kicked them off into the shadows. Her fingers immediately curled around his length and Chazz felt himself instantly grow, her touch sending tingles radiating outward. He reached for her, hooking his fingers around the delicate elastic of her panties, pulling them down as she sat on the back of the couch and lifted her long legs. Chazz kissed her lips, her breasts, her belly, and then kneeled to kiss her pussy, offered up to him like a dewy rose in full bloom. He growled as he tasted her sweet wetness and buried his mouth into her folds, driving his tongue deep and grazing his teeth over her clit.

“God! I love the taste of you!” Chazz snarled as he tongued the slick slit of her sex from her ass to her clit and back again.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

One of about a million things that she loved in this handsome, scintillating man beside her was his enthusiasm. For the big things in life, for the little details, for the simple things, but most especially for her body, reciprocating her own voracious hunger for him in a way that fueled them both to higher satisfaction.

His kisses were just what kisses should be. Whether aggressively demanding or lightly teasing they played against her senses like sweet molten encouragement, delving between her lips with clear intent to plunder the recesses of her mouth until her senses whirled with hunger.

His touch as he caressed her seemed to always find the most sensitive spots, the flesh that was most eager, most willing and then to stroke it, incite it to writhing abandon until time lost its cohesion and all that mattered was the ever growing, building bliss within them both.

She loved the shape and the size of him in every aspect as if his body had been made to fit with hers, his hardness greeted and welcomed by her softness, her hollows fitting to his curves, the full thrust of him deep within her stroking every inch of her to blazing wanton bliss.

“Yeah baby…oh yeah, there..God yes, there,” the cool tug of the leather beneath her cheeks warmed quickly with her heat, balanced precariously, the backs of each thigh against the strong large hands that stroked fire in her soul. The searing heat of his tongue along the dripping eager slit of her sex washed through her like a hurricane, stiffening her nipples exquisitely, her breasts tightening, swelling with hunger, her clit throbbing for attention as his tongue flitted over it lightly and far too quickly.

She reached down, spreading the lips of her sex from each side, giving him full access to her greedy sex, melting as he tongued its length yet again before nuzzling her engorged clit with his lips and teeth.

“Oh Chazz…oh baby. Oh fuck!” the sensation was almost more than she could take, the waves of arousal that centered from the slow, thorough attention of his mouth flowing outwards, upwards, encompassing her entire body. She flung her head back, moaning with delight and nearly flipped over the back of the couch, his strong hands saving her from that reckless tumble, drawing her down against him, the hard throb of his masculinity pressed against the soft curve of her belly.

“Easy baby. Did you like that,” softly teasing his words mock her even as he pressed himself more firmly against her.

“God yes, lover,” her fingers drop over his rigid shaft, stroking lightly and his own fingers cover hers, guiding the rhythm and intensity.

Slowly, she pulled her hand away, sinking backwards in the cool embrace of the couch, feeling the arm of it supporting her shoulders as she leaned backwards. Placing one foot on the floor, the other against the back of the couch she displayed herself for him, taunting him lightly with the play of her own fingers over her greedy sex, enjoying the fascination and ardor written in the intensity of his stare as he closed the distance between them, kneeling between her spread legs, one large hand wrapped firmly around his jutting cock still stroking lightly.

“You know what, babe?” honeyed and teasing.

“What Randi?” Soft, silky with a hoarse greedy interest, his tone strokes her aurally.

“I’ve never seen you play with yourself,” her eyes feast greedily on the gentle rhythm of his hand, her own fingers pinching and pulling lightly at one nipple, the other hand drenched with her own arousal, two fingers tucked tightly up inside her cunt, her thumb nudging gently at her clit. “Please baby, let me watch?”

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

“What?” Chazz said surprised by Randi’s request. “You mean … you want to watch me?”

“I love to watch, baby,” Randi replied as she reclined on the back of the couch, fingering her luscious pussy with one hand while the other ran back and forth between her breasts, pulling and pinching and twisting her rosy puckered tips.

“Gee,” Chazz said with a modest reluctant smile, his hand stroking lightly up and down the shaft. “I’m not used to having an audience.”

“But I’m not exactly an audience,” Randi commented with a deep sexy smile, her hands never stopping, her hips rocking gently. “It’s not like I’m just going to be watching you …”

“Hmm,” Chazz hummed as he leaned back onto the couch. Watching Randi touch herself was hot enough, but his own arousal quickly escalated as he began to reciprocate. He grasped his smooth hard shaft with his right hand and cradled his balls with his left. Chazz was always careful about keeping his cock and balls cleanly shaven. He left a little hair on his thighs and there was a neatly trimmed curly patch on his pubic bone, but the rest was clean and smooth. Slowly he began to slowly pump his fist up and down, his eyes never leaving sight of Randi touching herself.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” she cooed, her eyes tracking his every movement, memorizing each motion and his response.

As his member grew thick and long, Chazz brought his left hand up and grasped himself with both hands. Like most guys, he had always been proud of his cock, having received more than a few compliments from impressed partners. But with Randi watching him masturbate, he felt his size increase as the color grew to a rosy hot pink color, the tip becoming a dark angry crimson. With one hand working the shaft, Chazz cupped and squeezed the head, his thumb rubbing firmly over the cap, his fingers tickling the underside. He flinched and groaned from the stimulation.

“Uhhhnnn,” Chazz grunted uncontrollably as he stood up from the couch. He continued to stroke his member with both hands, moving closer to Randi, the head floating near her breast. As one hand slipped down to fondle his balls again, Chazz brought the head of his cock to her nipple, rubbing the sensitive underside back and forth over her pert erect nip. She looked at him, her tongue slowly circling her lips, glossing them with her wetness.

“That’s cheating, Chazz,” Randi hissed, the curves of her body rolling as she rocked her hips.

His firm stroking had produced a large gleaming droplet at the tip and he directed it toward her parted lips. “Then so is this,” he said. Randi’s tongue darted out to lap at him and she hummed as she drew the taste of him into her mouth. Then he backed away a few steps.

“Now, that’s not cheating, lover, that’s teasing!” she replied, her head rolling to the side as she watched him with an intense sensuality glowing in her eyes. “I’m supposed to be the tease around here, remember?”

“Well … maybe not always.”

Chazz felt so aroused and so excited. The veins in his cock throbbed as he stroked up and down, occasionally bringing his hand up to his mouth to wet his fingers, before swabbing his turgid length with his glistening saliva. Chazz leaned back against the wall of windows, pumping his hand harder and faster until he was sure he would soon cum. His body was ready to explode but he wasn’t … not yet. He wanted to play some more. The sight of Randi on the couch, legs spread, fingers turning and twisting deep inside her cunt brought a growl to his lips.

“Do you like this, baby?” he asked. “Do you like to watch me?”

“Oh, fuck yes!” she answered, both of her hands savaging her sweet little pussy. From the shudder that rippled through her body, he could have sworn that she had just come.

“Mmm, sweeet!” he said. “And I bet that there is something else that you like.”

Her head nodded as she brought her dripping fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean.

“Then I want you to come to me, baby, and show me what it is,” he said with a firm, knowing grin.

From her toes to her head, her body rocked and wriggled one final time. Then Randi swung her legs down from the couch and sat up. She slithered down from the back of the couch, sinking first to her knees then down onto her hands. She swung her head back and forth, her rich dark hair swirling about her head. Then she lifted her face up toward Chazz, her hair all tousled about her fine features. She slinked slowly toward him, like a jungle cat approaching its prey. Chazz let go of his cock, letting its fullness point toward her.

When Randi reached him, she looked up, her eyes heavy lidded and gleaming in the moonlight. The full swell of her breasts swayed alluringly as she gazed at him. God, he wanted her so much; he wanted to feel her and taste her again! Then her head fell to his feet and Chazz felt her moist lips and tongue kiss him, darting between his toes before slowly moving up along his foot to his ankle. Her hands followed along, caressing, massaging, feeling his calves as his muscles alternately tensed and relaxed as she moved over him.

No part of him escaped her kisses and caresses as they grew wild and urgent the farther they climbed. Randi nipped at the flesh on his thighs as she raked his quivering flesh with her long painted nails. She kissed up along his hip, brushing her soft cheek against his turgid cock while her hands explored the firm cheeks of his butt. Randi rose up onto her knees spreading her love over his belly, his manhood dangling between her breasts. Chazz thrust his hips out gently, bumping his cock against her chest, feeling it brush against her tender lush curves. But she ignored the thick tool throbbing between her breasts and continued to kiss and suckle the sensitive skin of his belly.

She rose up from the floor and lapped at his navel before leaving a trail of kisses up over his chest. Randi nibbled hard on his nipples, kissing and sucking them, making him writhe with pleasure. Her hands continued to explore his body, smearing her gleaming trails of saliva over his skin. When she finally stood up, Randi leaned into his body, pressing herself against him fully, her mouth ravishing his lips with hungry deep kisses.

“You know what I want,” Chazz growled as he threaded his fingers into her thick black tresses and pulled her face away from his.

“Oh, I know quite all right,” Randi replied with an evil grin. “But like I said, I’m the tease around here.”

“God … oh, god … you …” Chazz cursed as he felt his cock throb with jealousy as the rest of his body reveled in the fine touch of her delicate hands. “You … you … you shameless wench!”

Randi let out a dangerous sexual laugh that reverberated completely through him. Then with his hands to guide her head, she sank slowly to her knees before him, kissing and nibbling his body along the way.

“Ooo, baby,” she cooed as his thick throbbing manhood bobbed before her. “Mmm-mmm!”

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

She was a sucker for a man who blushed. Always had been, always would be. The innocent modesty and the soft confusion on his face were priceless beyond belief. With everything they’d done together, every intimate situation she and he could think of, the fact that he hesitated to touch himself in front of her tickled something deep inside.

Her fingers had circled her clit lightly, almost unconsciously as she watched him blush and stammer, watched the first few hesitant strokes of his hand as she smiled in encouragement. The hunger in her belly burst into flames as she watched him grow harder, thicker, longer watching her as she stroked herself and her hips responded with a mind of their own, bucking upwards with every stroke, her bottom lip caught between her teeth to restrain the harsh gasps of arousal that fought for release.

His grunt of pleasure as he’d gotten to his feet had nearly been her undoing. She had to pull her fingers away from the achingly swollen throb of her clit, pressing her hips down into the leather and fighting for control as her climax surged against the tether of its bonds, her breath panting loudly between them.

“Oh yeah, baby…show me what you like,” the silent words echoed in her mind as he brought his rampant masculinity against the full swell of her breast, taunting the nipple with his knob, basting it in the oozing drops of his pleasure. She loved the taste of him and when he brought the crimson head to her lips allowing her tongue to delve deeply she’d pressed her thighs together, stilling her roving fingertips, holding her breath as she ached to come.

Grasping control from somewhere she settled back, thrusting two fingers deep within her pussy, stroking its tight depth in rhythm to his hand. She watched him pause, realized he was fighting to rein in his own passion and felt her cunt clench tight around her own fingers with an audible slurp. With a soft, agonized moan she pulled her hands away yet again, aching for him.

“…come to me baby…” the words were like music to her ears and she sank to a deep crawl, obeying him, taunting him with the sensually lithe movement of her body across the floor, and then her hands and lips across his anatomy.

She listened to the eager hunger in his words, teasing every nerve with her nails, with her lips before she knelt once again before him, her knees thrown wide, one hand slipped between her spread thighs, teasing herself as she brought her lips to the bobbing head of his straining erection. She heard his gasp, his groan and then the soft moan of pleasure as she took him between her lips, playing with the spongy ridges of his engorged head, nuzzling them, slurping at him in a manner that had his fingers snaking into her hair, pulling her further onto the hard, throbbing shaft of his cock.

“Like this Chazz?” her voice plays with him.

“Fuck me Randi…fuck me with your mouth,” raspy and harsh with arousal his voice cascades over her.

“Shameless, am I?” her head bobs down hard, thrusting him deep into the recesses of her warm, wet mouth, feeling his hips buck in response. “Wench? Oh definitely, baby...” coming up for air before swallowing him fully, feeling him plunder her fully.

She brought one hand up to cup his balls, kneading them lightly, cupping them in her palm as she found a rhythm and went with it, up and down on his shaft as her other hand went up and down over her clit, taking him deeper, longer, more fully with each stroke, bringing herself closer and closer to release. In her palm, she felt him jerk, jump and retreat and she stopped, pulling her mouth away, gasping in rough, aching pants as she grinned up at him.

Very, very slowly she sank back on her haunches, knees flung wide, her sex swollen and dripping with her pleasure. Slowly, slowly she rolled over, onto her belly, bringing her knees up under her, her palms on the floor, her back arched in wanton pleasure. Glancing over her shoulder with a wicked, hungry little smile she pleaded with him.

“Please baby,” a lithe wiggle of her ass, a yearning look on her face, “fuck me Chazz…take me, lover..."

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

He leaned back against the wall of windows and watched as Randi squatted and rolled onto her hands and knees, the split of her perfect ass spread for him, the delightful cheeks wiggling so appealingly, her rouged and engorged labia gleaming in the moonlight. But despite the way she presented her body for him, what drew Chazz to her was as much the look in her eyes, a look of unquenched desire, a magnetic look of thirst, a passionate ache, a deep craving … and he wanted to satisfy it, to satisfy her … at least for this night.

With little more than a husky growl, Chazz knelt behind her, grasping her by the hips, spreading her legs, posing her just as he wanted to take her. With one hand he guided the head of his cock to the center of her heat, swabbing the warm nectar of her arousal up and down the length of her sodden slit. He smacked the tight pink bud of her ass and rubbed the shaft, still gleaming with her saliva, between her firm cheeks. Plunging down through the dripping reaches of her sex, he then batted the rough tip against the extended nub of her clit, grinding his most tender and sensitive flesh against hers. Randi moaned and her hips gyrated, maneuvering her center closer, her body gravitating toward him, full of a raw hunger and greedy urgency.

“Fuck me, Chazz! Please fuck me! Take me now … make me yours!”

Randi didn’t have to ask again as Chazz guided himself to where he had intended to be all along. They both groaned and gasped as he moved slowly inside her, the wetness of her excitement and anticipation greeting him and drawing him deep inside her. They instantly found a pleasurable rhythm that quickly grew in strength and intensity. They lost all sense of time and place, interrupted only when her head bumped into the leather couch. Randi pulled herself up onto her knees and Chazz rose up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing the hard muscles of his chest against the soft curves of her back.

When their lovemaking brought them fully up against the back of the couch, Chazz pushed away from the furniture and lay onto his back, bringing Randi with him. She slipped her legs back to straddle his hips and didn’t miss a beat as her body rose and fell against him. Rising up tall, she shook her head side to side and tossed it back, her dark hair cascading well down past her shoulders. Chazz reached up and grabbed a handful, using it to pull her body down hard against him. Then as she continued to her graceful but eager rocking, he let his hands trail down over her back, tracing the languid lines of her shape. She leaned forward and rested her hands on his legs as she rocked up and down impaling herself on his stout tool.

Chazz smacked her on the ass, bringing a delicious yelp from her and an incensed grinding to her motion. Chazz thrust up against her, meeting her every bounce, sending her body flying up only to crash back down onto his hips. He loved the wonderful view of her from behind, watching the lush curves of her body rise and fall, seeing his cock disappear between the cheeks of her ass, feeling his thickness push into and slide out of the grip of her tight wet cunt.

Then without letting him slip free, Randi swung around to face him, resettled her legs next to his hips and resumed her burning intense rocking. Chazz smiled to see her face, caught up in the myriad sensations of the moment. He ran his hands along her thighs, and then up over her hips and waist, feeling the movement of her body as it rose and fell. Then he reached for her breasts, cupping them and capturing her taut nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. With a hand, Randi brushed her hair out of her eyes, back from her face, and gazed down onto him. A glowing smile swept over her fine features. He knew that the scintillating pleasure that was consuming him was burning inside her. Randi bent down and kissed him, a feral searing kiss of unconstrained passion.

“Fuck me, Chazz … fuck me hard!” she cried out. Her body hovered over him and he thrust himself up into her with wild abandon. Her gasps and sobs of pleasure grew deep and forceful. He reached down between her legs and grasped his cock at the base, and, as he gently rocked his hips up and down, moved his thick member in a circle contacting every inch of her entrance, grating her clit with the shaft. “Oh fuck!” she screamed. “Fuck … oh … ooh … oooh … ooooooh! Oooooohhh!”

Chazz held Randi tightly while she collapsed down into his arms and her body trembled and shook. He kissed her on the neck and shoulder and brushed her hair from her face. She opened her sky blue eyes again and gazed into his dark emeralds. When he gently rocked his hips, she moaned.

“Oh fuck, Chazz …”

“God, Randi … I can’t enough of you … I just don’t want to stop,” he responded.

“My throat … dry …” Randi rasped, her voice hoarse and thick. “Need water … something …”

They separated and got up from the floor, moving into the kitchen. Switching on a light along the way, Chazz rummaged through the rack and found a decent bottle of Chardonnay.

“Sure they won’t mind?” Randi asked as Chazz ripped off the seal and began to work the corkscrew.

“I’m sure they won’t miss it,” Chazz replied pouring some into a nearby pair of goblets. “Besides, if they ask, I’ll just tell them what it was for.”

“And that would be?” she asked as she lifted the glass to her parched lips.

“I’ll just tell them that we were fucking like wild animals and needed something to drink … perfectly understandable, given their own sexual attraction.”

They took a few sips of wine and savored the taste. But it didn’t take long for them to find each other’s lips again. A kiss turned into an embrace, which in turn led to some firm caresses. Chazz took Randi again, first there in the kitchen up against the counter, then turned around and bent over it. He took her again in the great room, spread out on her back over the mahogany coffee table her legs in the air, spooning on the supple leather cushions of the couch, and then with her back pressed up against the glass windows and her legs hooked up tightly around his hips.

They ended up outside, Randi bent over, her hands gripping the wooden railing as he slammed into her from behind. Chazz was rough and gentle, taking her in long slow languid strokes and short powerful urgent thrusts. The crash of the surf against the beach drowned out her sharp cries of passion and his deep guttural growls.

“Come baby! I want you to fucking cum inside me!” Randi screamed as she reached back with one hand to clutch vainly at his hip and pull him tightly against her.

“Close baby,” was all he could manage to mouth. “Soon …”

Chazz grabbed her ass tightly as he thrust deeply into her, his thumb brushing close to her ass. As the tip probed her tight rosebud, he felt her pussy tighten up, clamping snuggly around him. When he pushed a finger inside her delicate pucker Randi exploded. Captured by the moment, beneath the star filled moonlit sky, with the pounding surf matched in intensity only by the symphonic collision of their sweaty glistening bodies, Chazz felt Randi begin to climax again and his own release erupted.

“Oh, fuck, Randi … uhhhnnn … ahhh … ahhhnnn … ooohhh … ooohhh … mmmmmm …” Each cry punctuated a deep ejaculating thrust that sent a quivering tremor coursing through Chazz’s body, until he finally fell against Randi, sweaty and spent. Randi let him slip from inside her and turned to embrace him. They brushed each other’s matted hair from their faces and kissed. She placed a hand down on his belly.

“I can feel you,” she whispered with a soft smile. “You’re vibrating.”

“Oh, god, baby,” Chazz gasped as he held onto her, his hand gliding up between her breasts and coming to a rest just below her neck. “I can feel you too.”

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

The gentle glide of his hand up between her breasts, stopping just below the steady tattoo of her raging pulse brought a slow wave of goose bumps over her body, starting at her ankles and moving up in an erotic swell to the nape of her neck. She shivered beneath his touch, her own fingers, pressed against the warmth of his belly, felt the contagious nature of the feeling and then realized with a start it had cooled off.

“Can we stay here tonight, Chazz? Build a fire and curl up in front of it…leave the French doors open and fall asleep to the pounding of the waves, please, can we?” she heard the plaintive note in her voice and smiled at him, teasing one hard little nipple with her teeth.

“Sure Randi, if that’s what you’d like, but you get to build the fire…I want to sit on the couch and watch,” the word taunted her bringing warmth to her cheeks as his fingers stroked the silky locks of her hair away from face, pressing upwards just a bit, pushing the nipple harder against her eager mouth with a soft moan.

“For you, anything, my love,but you didn't really mind, so very much, my wanting to watch, did you?” she teased back wiggling against him as his own blush colored his cheeks, her hand slipped into his as she pulled away from him taking a small step toward the French doors, pausing to give him a moment to collect himself and smiling softly as she felt him follow.

Her hand slid along the handle of the door, turning gently, meeting resistance. She tried the other way and met the same. For a moment her breath caught, deep in throat and then expelled with the soft helpless chuckles of inebriating mirth. She felt Chazz stiffen beside her, his hand engulfing her own for a moment before she pulled it free and brought it up to her mouth trying desperately to restrain the laughter as he tested the door himself.

“Did you leave the front door unlocked, beloved,” her giggles distorting her words so thoroughly that it took him some time to interpret it, sinking into the humor of the moment himself.

She looked up at him, he looked back at her, two glorious nude bodies, shimmering and shivering beneath the brilliant light of a nearly full moon. Tears of humor slid softly down one cheek, bathing the hand pressed tightly to her mouth as she watched him dissolve into his familiar hearty chortle.

“Oh God Randy,” his laughter reduced to slow hiccups of humor he held her within the circle of his arms,” I don’t know about the front door, I was too intent on getting through it and into you.” His easy, charismatic grin tickled her. “With our luck the neighbors will have called the police by now. Come on, only one way to find out…”

They traipsed together like a pair of truant children around the deck and up the walk, around the side of the house, holding hands and laughing all the way. As they approached the front of the house their steps got more furtive, the pair of them scurrying to the front steps like a couple of thieves in the night. By the time they’d made it to the front door Randi was nearly incapacitated with laughter, sinking down on the first step of the threshold, her elbows on each spread knee, her shoulders heaving even before he said it.

“Damn! No go here, Randi. We’ve locked ourselves out,” for him the comedy of the situation was beginning to turn tepid.

It took a little more for her…like the headlights of the car that pulled into the drive, pinning them in its beams for a split second. She froze; lifting her hands to cover her breasts, pulling her knees together and then froze, like a deer in the road. ‘The police,’ her mind jumped to immediately, hearing the same in Chazz’s indrawn breath.

“Quick, Jack, call the humane society! We have a couple of naked love birds on our porch,” the husky alto was familiar and took Randi only a moment to recognize Kate’s warm tones followed immediately by peals of laughter that set Randi off once more.

The car pulled close to the house with Kate all but falling out of the passenger side, her door open wide and her helpless laughter barely leaving her control.

“Kate, for Christ’s sake get in the car,” Jack’s deep rumble tumbled out from beside her as the car came to a halt and the handsome, towering Miramax wonder stepped quickly out and around the other side, reaching down to support his wife and help her out of the car. “I know I haven’t gotten a chance to tell you about the cute new neighbor, Chazz, so what in the world are you two doing out here, buck naked for all the world to see?”

Taking in the stumbling steps of the of his wife and the barely heard slur to Jack’s words Randi realized that the two had had a bit to drink, probably choosing the beach house as a close retreat. The thought made her giggle as Chazz helped her to her feet, pulling her against his hip, one arm around her waist in a soothing gesture. She and Kate were laughing so hard they could barely stand up.