The Job Seeker

[Miltone]

Chazz

“So just what do we have here, Speendog?” Jack asked drunkenly as he and Kate approached the naked couple, arm in arm, their own footfalls plodding and meandering. Even though Jack had extinguished the headlights, the looming moonlight illuminated the scene enough to keep everyone in touch with the setting. Randi snuggled close inside the safety of Chazz’s arm, her laughter rippling through her naked body.

“Well, uh … Slick, it’s like this, we had dinner at Morelli’s and .. uh, this was closer than home,” Chazz replied. He held Randi close to him, the shimmy of her shoulders as she laughed becoming completely contagious as he tried to fend it off. Their proximity to the road made them try to cover their nakedness yet Kate and Jack seemed oblivious having seen their friends naked before. “We were ... umm, out on the deck ... oh, you know, checking out the stars and well, the door closed up on us."

Very matter-of-factly Jack replied, “Did lunch with Frank Coppola there a couple times … great restaurant … terrific veal.” With his arm around Kate’s shoulders, Jack followed the walk up toward the front door.

“Hope you don’t mind,” Chazz pleaded faintly.

“Hell, I gave you the god damned key didn’t I?” Jack chortled. The quick up and down glance that Jack gave them both was not lost on Chazz, but neither was the sly grin that creased his face as he reached the front door. “You always were the one to keep your keys in your pants, weren’t you? But that only works when you keep your pants on … in this case it wouldn’t have mattered,” Jack laughed, pulling Chazz’s copy of the key out of the front door lock. “Why don’t you tie these around your neck?” he cracked as he tossed them over to Chazz.

“Thanks, pal,” Chazz answered as he caught the key ring and juggled it almost dropping it.

“What was going on? Was someone in a hurry to get the groceries inside?” Jack laughed. “And judging by the looks of those groceries I don’t blame you.” He gave Randi an approving wink.

“Someone was in a hurry,” Kate laughed as she snapped on the light and followed the trail of clothing up the stairs and into the house. “Reminds me of a certain trip up into Yosemite … remember Darling?”

Randy and Chazz hurried through the great room laughing as they retrieved their clothes.

“Hah! How can I forget?” Jack answered with a broad laugh. He fished Randi’s bra off the potted palm tree in the corner and twirled it around his finger merrily before tossing it to her. Then he lifted his nose into the room and sniffed. “Damn! How long have you two been here?”

“A while,” Randi blurted out.

“We just got here,” Chazz said simultaneously.

Jack and Kate chuckled.

“Not long,” Randi said, looking back at Chazz.

“A while,” Chazz quipped at the same time glancing over at Randi.

“So was there a piece of furniture that you didn’t screw on?” Jack chortled. “Damn!”

They all looked across the room at each other and back at their partners and laughed.

“You know what we need to do?” Jack announced. “We need to build a bonfire down on the beach and go skinny dipping … and from the look of our guests, it’s obvious that they need to get hosed off anyway.”

Chazz looked down and saw the faint crust of recent sex dusting his little patch of pubic hair. Just like Jack to always cut to the chase.

“Oh, baby,” Kate cooed, leaning up toward Jack and kissing his cheek. “You always have the best ideas!”

With no further deliberation, they went out onto the deck and climbed down to the beach. Jack and Chazz picked out the kindling and logs from a storage bin underneath the deck and carried the load out toward the fire pit. The girls grabbed a couple of large beach blankets and some towels and sat together watching avidly as the guys arranged the kindling and struck a match. The breeze blew the flame out and Kate chuckled.

“Don’t despair my lady,” Jack pronounced when Kate tried to help. “Fire building is a family trait, handed down from generation to generation.”

“Yes, we are manly men, are we not?” Chazz roared, standing tall in all his nakedness, flexing his arms like some bodybuilding competitor. “Hunter-gatherers, fire builders, love makers…” Chazz glanced down at the girls and winked. “All the important stuff.”

Then he joined Jack crouching around the pile of kindling to help fend off the wind. Despite the late hour, the uncooperative breeze, and the relative stupor of the instigators, it didn’t take long to fire up a healthy blaze.

“Mmm, that is a roaring bonfire!” Randi exclaimed as she caught the warming waves of heat from the fire and stretched.

“It is!” Kate said, standing up and pulling her light summer dress up and off over her head. She swept her tiny pair of panties down her legs and tossed them at Jack. “Odd man out!” she giggled.

Jack looked around at the naked bodies surrounding him.

“Talk about being a pair of brown loafers at a charity ball …”

Jack didn’t take long to doff his clothes and join Chazz and the girls romping in the surf. The water was chill but invigorating and refreshing. They all dove into and swam through the cool waves and rode the evening’s breakers to shore. When wading and diving and swimming back out, Chazz caught hold of Randi and brought her close for a quick kiss. They fell with a splash down into the water. They rose up through the dark water, sputtering for air, but holding each other’s warm body close. His hand lingered over the curves of her ass and the sharp points of her breasts before letting go of her and diving down into the surf.

They laughed when seeing a light or two flash on then off at a couple neighboring houses. No doubt the light of the fire and the sounds of their play in the water carried onto shore. Eventually the merry group scampered up onto the beach and snuggled close to the bonfire. Chazz got up to tend the fire, grabbing a long piece of kindling and prodding the burning logs into place, sending a huge rush of glowing cinders up into the air. He set the stick down and looked back at Randi. She was sitting on a blanket, her knees up, her arms wrapped around her knees. She looked glorious, her naked body a deep golden bronze in the broad flicker of the fire. Her eyes were on him, he felt the penetration of her gaze, and his head canted to the side as he looked back at her. God, he was falling for her, big time … and he loved the feeling. The way she looked at him, the way she responded to him, was more than he ever expected. Sometimes you meet someone and everything just clicks, just falls into place, and he certainly felt that way about her. He went back and sat beside her on the sand.

“It’s getting late, sweetheart,” Chazz finally remarked, nuzzling his face near her neck. He glanced over at Kate and Jack embracing … no not embracing, locked in a deep passionate kiss, their bodies a jumbled tangle of arms and legs. Her hand curled around Jack’s erection told them everything they needed to know. He went again to tend the fire and then took Randi’s hand. He didn’t ask her to come with him, she simply took his proffered hand and stood up. They scampered up to the house and found their way to the guestroom. It was on the second floor tucked into a corner of the house with its own private balcony and view of the ocean.

A quick warm soapy shower to rinse off the sea water and they fell into bed together. Chazz thought they might fall asleep quickly, but instead they lay together trading little kisses and sweet caresses and whispering loving compliments. At one point Chazz got up from the bed and opened the French doors so that the sound of the surf and the gentle breeze off the ocean could serenade them. He looked back to the bed and felt his whole body smile to see Randi reclining there, posing herself in a way that sent a tingle down his spine, the silk of the sheet doing very little to conceal her lush naked beauty. He moved toward the bed slowly, shoulders back, chest out, stomach in, his flaccid maleness a dangling lure between his legs. Randi’s welcoming smile was eternal as she swept the sheet back and rolled onto her side to make room for him. Chazz crawled onto the bed and nestled beside her.

As they lie together between the silken sheets, Chazz put his arms around Randi and held her tightly. There were feelings forming inside him that he hadn’t experienced for years, if at all. Could she feel them? Did she feel the same way too? He would have asked her but the way she lay upon him, her head resting on his chest, her hand dancing lazily on his shoulder, her body fitted to him so completely, his questions seemed to matter little. Beyond her presence and the remaining rays of moonlight filtering in through the windows, little else held any meaning for him. Chazz reluctantly surrendered himself to sleep, a strange warm contentment flooding him and filling his dreams.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

She awakened early still in the circle of Chazz’s arms. They’d either not moved at all or they’d moved together during the night – the thought brought a warm glow that started in her belly and left her breath caught in her throat, a hard flush of arousal cascading through her senses, tightening her nipples into hard, aching buttons.

Slowly she eased backwards, turning within his embrace, nudging him, keeping her gaze on his sleeping face as he settled into the pillows, sprawled on his back and still sound asleep. She took in the soft sleeping maleness arrayed before her, pressing her lips to the sensitive shaven flesh of his groin. The quiet flood of mumbling words made her smile even as she watched him grow harder, her tongue traveling lasciviously over the swell of his balls. Unconsciously his legs spread and she positioned herself between them, suckling, her tongue falling to the sensitive strip of skin between his legs. She watched in satisfaction as he hardened fully, rampantly, beneath her caress.

“Oh Chazz, you drive me wild, lover…” her soft whisper was gauged so as not to wake him up, the pooling heat between her thighs bringing her breath faster, with a harsh rasp, from deep within.

She moved, straddling his lithe hips with her knees, moving gently, slowly, intent on keeping him sleeping as she wrapped her fingers lightly around the head of his cock, pulling it gently to rub against her swelling clit.

“Oh yeah, baby,” again the nearly silent whisper as she shuddered with the effect of his engorged head and the friction against that responsive organ, keeping her weight above him, feeling the eager flow of her arousal dewing her lips.

Pushing downwards, shifting her hips against him, arching her back she rocked him down the warm, wet slit of her sex then back up to nudge the aching, swelling nub of her clit, again and again, slowly, so slowly, her eyes pinned to his sleeping features.

She nearly stopped when softly mumbled words slipped through his lips, until she realized he was dreaming. As disjointed as they were, she couldn’t make out what he was saying, encouraging him with her own softly restrained moans of appreciation before slipping him tight against the hungry muscles of her pussy.

“I want you, lover,” not as quiet and met with a groan of his own she slid him inside of her, settling little by little, lower and lower until she felt him fill her, her own thighs, taut and trembling above his hips keeping her just barely above him. Muscles quivering, biting her lip in order to control the desperate gasping of her breath she eased off of him, then pulled him deep, finding a slow rhythm that made her eyes tear with the exquisite sensation building inside of her. She flung her head back, the soft, silky chaos of her dark hair floating sensually around her shoulders.

“Jesus, Randi,” she jerked forward, her startled eyes meeting the dark jade of his stare, drawing a growl from Chazz as his hands sank into the lithe flesh of her thighs, urging her to continue.

Oh yeah, baby…” she came down on him hard, pulling back up and repeating the cycle in ever increasing tempo, feeling his own hips rise to meet her, thrusting himself deeper into her, plundering her depths with each full thrust, the tight grip of her cunt shocking at the apex of each stroke.

“Again…again…God yes…fuck me…fuck me Randi,” the cadence to his words, the sweet tone of command brought her to a swirling frenzy, her slick juices flooding over him, creating an audible slurp with each plunge.

“Fuck….fuck Chazz…I can’t…I can’t wait…Oh God Chazz, I’m going to cum baby,” her whimpers turned to greedy, pleading cries as he pumped in and out of her, pushing her up with his thighs and hands, watching her, grinning at her need.

“Then….come for me…Randi…come for me…now,” she heard his voice slide into that husky register that told her he was a half step behind and she felt the tingle, from the aching buttons of her hard nippled breasts to the liquid fire that coalesced within her belly, the hot, sweet wave of wanton abandon coursed through her.

“Yeeeeessssssss…Chazzzz oh yessssssssss,” she slid up to the peak, paused for a moment her cunt wrapped hard around his length, hard enough to pull a growl from his throat before the tide of release swamped her, rippling through her, through him and pulling him along , surging within her.

"You make me so happy," she whispered next to his ear, her body stretched ontop of his, feeling him still deep within her. She felt the soft, slow beckon of sleep recall her, once again protected within the circle of his strong arms.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

Brilliant sunlight filling the hallowed halls of the Thomas Dougall school of journalism … turning to enter the classroom … but bursting through the door, spilling out into the hallway, she comes running … in the classroom, Professor Thompson begins his lecture … his classmates lounge casually in the nude … down the hall she runs … he chases after … turning the corner … she’s stripping off her clothes as she runs … tiny red string lingerie underneath … “Wait!” he shouts as she unties the bra and tosses it over a shoulder with a flirtatious laugh … “But … but … I want to play!” … Then suddenly in the comfort of her room, she peels off the ridiculously small panties and flings them at him … “Want to play? Play with this,” she says reclining on her bed, spreading her legs … suddenly, he’s naked too, crouching between her legs … the taste of her eager pussy is like fine wine … his face grinding into her sweetness … tongue extends deep … she cries out, screaming and shouting his name and a string of mad affirmations … pulling his hair … cursing him sharply … begging him … then she sinks down between his legs … her mouth surrounds him, warm and wet … deep and gentle … he moans with pleasure … she climbs up and mounts him, slowly encasing his rigid manhood … oh fuck! This never happens in dreams, never … not this far … not in my dreams … in my dreams …

Her head tossed back, eyes closed, throat exposed, firm breasts floating deliciously above him, the wet silky channel of her sex gripping him and stroking him so finely, Randi rose and fell above him. Chazz blinked his eyes as he awoke. Was that a dream or just what? “Jesus, Randi!” he groaned as his dream faded and the reality of being deep inside her dawned on him. She paused for a moment, her bright blue eyes clouded with lust and a tinge of apprehension as he awoke. Chazz clutched her thighs and growled deeply imploring her not to stop. And she didn’t.

“Oh yeah, baby,” Randi purred, now able to release her inhibitions and slamming down firmly on his belly, rising back up and repeating again and again and again.

“Again … again … God, yes! Fuck me… fuck me, Randi!” he demanded as he thrust up into her fully, their hot moist bodies slapping together wildly, her juicy cunt slurping around his girth, his hips bouncing her body up into the air.

“Fuck … fuck, Chazz … I can’t … I can’t wait … Oh God, Chazz, I’m going to cum, baby!” There was an urgency to her cries that spurred him onward, making him dig his heels into the mattress and arch his back, using his legs and hips to toss her upward and then receiving her again as she plunged down.

“Then … come for me, Randi … come for me … now!” he commanded, feeling his own surging release grow near.

“Yeeeeessssssss … Chazzzz! Oh, yessssssssss!” Randi cried out, her body pausing as she gripped him one last glorious time, then the floodgates opened and the tidal wave of her release flooded over them.

“Ahhhnnn … oh, fuck! Ohhhhhh! Uhhhnnn!” Chazz growled as he felt each hot spurt of his seed erupt inside her. He could feel her body tremble and shake as she came, and he didn’t stop his hard deep thrusts until she fell down onto his chest, her breathing fast and shallow.

“You make me so happy,” Randi whispered in his ear as she relaxed on top of his body, his cock still buried deep inside. She made him happy too, more than just happy maybe … the word seemed so inadequate for what he felt. He wanted to reciprocate and tell her something intimate too, but before the words came to him, sleep had quickly reclaimed her and Chazz closed his eyes and let it wash over him too.

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The haze hung heavy over the ocean when Chazz finally awoke. Fuck! It was already after ten. Randi lay beside him, sleeping peacefully, a beautiful faint smile on her face. Mmm, how he wanted to be in that dream of hers! He slipped out of bed and washed up, glad to see that they had had presence of mind to gather up their clothes and bring them up to their room. Pulling on his jeans and shirt, Chazz wandered down through the sleepy house and out onto the beach. The remnants of their impromptu party had left a trail from the beach up onto the deck and beyond. The lingering coals from the bonfire smoked slightly, and he poked at them to extinguish the remaining embers.

Chazz glanced back up to the house and saw Randi standing at the railing of the guest room balcony. He waved and she returned his gesture, blew him a kiss and then hurried back inside. He slowly meandered along the shore where the tide was pulling out. Randi soon joined him, scampering down from the house dressed in just a shirt and panties.

“Good morning, Baby,” Chazz said, sweeping her up into his arms.

“Mmm, morning,” she replied with a delightful laugh as he spun them around.

“You know, you can feel free to wake me up any time you find me sleeping, babe,” he said. Randi giggled.

“I just couldn’t help it,” she chuckled, her grin sparkling. “You just looked so adorable and irresistible lying there.”

They wandered down along the beach perhaps nearly a mile or so and then strolled back. When Randi dashed out to play in the surf, Chazz paused to roll up his pant legs and then joined her. For Chazz, the way they laughed and held hands and romped through the waves, felt like falling in love. Each little kiss and caress only served to reinforce that feeling. By the time they had returned to the house, the smell of coffee and toast filled the kitchen. Kate was wearing one of Jack’s dress shirts and buttering a bagel, Jack was dressed in a cushy robe and sitting at the counter, grumbling about his head.

“I can’t believe I drank so much and lived to tell about it,” Jack groaned.

Randi poured a couple mugs of coffee and stirred just a touch of sugar into one and handed it to Chazz before fixing her own. He grinned when realizing that she had learned just how he preferred his coffee.

“So did you two sleep well?” Kate asked as she sat next to Jack.

“Really well,” Chazz replied giving Randi a little wink.

“The sound of the surf just lulled me to sleep,” Randi commented. “I had the best dreams.”

“So did I,” Chazz added with another wink.

“I know what you mean about the surf,” Jack remarked with a chuckle. “We ended up falling asleep down on the beach. It was sunrise before we woke up. Scared the shit out of the neighbor’s dog Guess he couldn’t figure out whether we were a beached whale or a couple of dead bodies!”

They all laughed. Kate snuggled next to Jack. What Chazz saw in their relationship he felt was forming in his with Randi, an intimacy, a closeness, an acceptance and trust that didn’t exist elsewhere in his life … if ever at all.

“So, Speendog, you going up to Pebble Beach this weekend?” Jack asked Chazz.

“Of course, they invited me to bring the Jag roadster again this year,” Chazz replied. He noticed Randi looking up with a question mark tagged onto her expression. “That’s right I forgot to ask … you have any plans this weekend?” he asked Randi.

“Not that I know of,” she answered. “What’s up?”

“The Pebble Beach Concours, perhaps the most prestigious Classic car event in the world,” Chazz replied. “I’ve got to clean and polish up the Jag before I trailer it up for the show. You can help if you’d like.”

“I’d love to,” Randi answered.

“So I guess that leaves me odd man out this year, eh?” Jack grumbled. Kate elbowed him in the ribs.

“You’re my buddy and all, Slick,” Chazz remarked, “But I do have some priorities set in place.”

“See honey, you should listen up,” Kate chipped in.

“When have I ever left you behind?” Jack asked, nuzzling close to Kate.

“Oscars … 2002 … remember?”

“Oh, that … hell, that was almost two years ago, babe. I’ve been a good boy ever since, haven’t I?”

“Yes, darling,” Kate giggled as he put his arm around her and kissed her neck. “Especially last night.”

“Only because of you, honey,” Jack replied.

It was another hour before anyone wanted to make a move to go upstairs and finish dressing and get on their respective ways. They parted with a promise to get together soon. Randi waved as she pulled away along the beach road.

“They seem like good friends,” she remarked.

“The best,” Chazz replied.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So what’s the plan?” Randi asked Friday morning after they had finished breakfast while following Chazz down to the courtyard outside the garage. The night before had been amazing, just as each night had exceeded that which came before. There was a growing, deepening connection that was developing between them, drawing them close and intimate, in terms that perhaps neither had known previously.

“Wash, wax, and polish the Jag this morning, run it in the trailer this afternoon and drive it up to Monterrey tomorrow,” Chazz recited. “Shouldn’t be too tough.”

“I think it’ll be fun,” Randi replied excitedly. Chazz paused and glanced at her. Her sense of adventure was contagious. Even had she not been in his company, Chazz would have been excited, for it wasn’t an every day thing to have your collector car invited to Pebble Beach. But with her presence in his life, there seemed to be that much more exhilaration rippling through the morning air.

Chazz backed the red roadster out into the brilliant morning sunshine. While he unlatched the hood, flipped it up, and began wiping down the engine compartment, Randi set to carefully washing the rest of the car’s body. Chazz paused more than once when catching an eyeful of Randi as she dutifully washed the Jag. He knew that she was aware of his watchful eye, always bending over, her butt towards him, the rolled up hem of her shorts readily displaying the curves of her ass and the mound of her sex. And once or twice she leaned over toward him, letting the full swell of her breasts fall against the soft thin fabric of her t-shirt, revealing a luscious display of cleavage that brought at least a groan to his lips even if he managed to contain it.

By the time Chazz was finished under the hood and lowered it, Randi was ready to wash it off. He then rolled out the hose and began to rinse the rear of the car off in preparation to toweling it down. Although he paid particular attention to not getting any water spray on the convertible top, inadvertently he did manage to blast Randi with a solid stream of hose water. She stood in mock madness, hands on hips, the front of her wet t-shirt and shorts clinging to her like a second skin. Chazz smirked and took in the delicious sight of her.

“Sorry,” Chazz pleaded, trying to keep a straight face. “It was an accident … honest!”

“Yeah, an accident,” Randi fumed, hands on hips, foot tapping madly. “Just like this!” She quickly reached down into the bucket of soapy water, grabbed the sponge and then took off chasing Chazz around the car, finally catching him, wrestling with him, and stuffing the sponge down the front of his shorts. Of course in the process, he managed to thoroughly douse the two of them with the hose and they ended up in a wrangling embrace both becoming thoroughly drenched in the process.

“I’m telling you … it was an accident,” Chazz protested, in between hearty laughs, water dripping down from the tip of his nose onto her.

“Oh, I believe you, lover,” Randi answered, her voice still full of merry giggles. She drew in a deep breath and put her hands to her face, feigning an innocence that was belied by her completely flirtatious spirit. “But what am I going to do now?” she asked, picking at the wet t-shirt that clung delightfully to her aroused body. Chazz shrugged his shoulders. With a mocking shrug of her shoulders, Randi peeled off her t-shirt and then lowered her shorts and kicked them off, revealing a dainty black silk thong.

“Oh!” Chazz huffed. “That is like absolutely no fucking fair!”

“Indeed!” Randi replied, snatching up a towel and running it over the sensuous rounded fenders of the Jag.

Chazz loved this. He grunted something and grumbled vociferously, but he could tell by Randi’s expression that she understood. He had never known a girl quite like this, one who seemed to understand his moods and opinions and accept them and yet remain enthralled by it all. Once the car was dry, they began to detail it. Under his direction, Randi began to polish the bright work. He squatted beside her and demonstrated the proper circular motion required to produce the best sheen on the chrome.

As he moved on to his own share of the work, Chazz got a great kick out of watching her get down on her knees with the detail brushes to clean and shine the chromed wire wheels, smiling at the intense look of concentration on her face. Of course the fact that she was nearly naked with just a skimpy little thong to cover her femininity had much to do with his fascination. God, he could get used to this in a big fat hurry.

It was into the afternoon when they finally stood back together and admired their work. The Jag looked fabulous. The glass covers over the headlights gleamed in the sunshine, the body absolutely beamed, and the chrome sparkled better than when new.

“Guess, all I have to do is pull the truck and trailer around and run her up,” Chazz remarked. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close. “Thanks, babe!” He leaned toward her and planted a kiss on her head. God, he loved the scent of her hair!

“Well, if my work here is done, I’m going for a jog,” Randi stated. Chazz felt like suggesting something else as he drew the nearly naked girl to his side, but knew that they had the remainder of the day to pursue that.

“Sure … why not?”

Randi brought her hand up to his chin and turned his face toward hers. She didn’t say a word but something in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. They kissed again, a warm deep kiss filled with promise and they parted, Chazz watching as Randi gathered up her sodden clothes and scampered up to her apartment.

He set about hooking up the trailer to his truck and pulling it into the courtyard. As he wheeled it around, Randi had returned, dressed for her run, and waved to him as she trotted down the drive toward the street. Chazz started the Jag and wheeled it around and up into the trailer. Every moment while she was gone, Chazz thought about her. He thought about how lucky he was to meet her, how he never, in his wildest imagination, expected that she would turn out to be what she was. There was an innate beauty and intelligence in Randi, something that he had always looked for in a woman but had never found. He had noticed it in so many things about her, like when reading the titles of the books he found on her nightstand. He found it in the way she talked and things that were important to her. And so many other things.

As he strapped the car down in the trailer, he thought about her lifestyle and how he might fit into it, pondering whether he was what she needed in her life. Was he a true dominant, someone that she would feel comfortable with and grow to trust in the long term? Could he be the kind of man she wanted? He had felt an intensity grow in their lovemaking, each time together becoming rougher and wilder and yet still retaining a sweet and tender nature at the heart of their experience.

He chuckled to think that the more he thought about it, the more he realized that the relationships that had worked the best for him were those where he was the dominant partner; the less successful were those where the partner had sought to dominate him, and he had been so very uncomfortable in that role. But with Randi things were different, so very different from what had fallen into his life previously.

Chazz began to look forward to the weekend, the incomparable exhibit of automobiles from all over the world, the opening night reception and private parties and the banquet. But he also thought about the chance to get away with her. His mind entertained some of notions about special things that he might bring along. There were such incomparable desires that had built up inside him and she always seemed to be willing to explore them, to expand and widen her own senses and his.

When the car was safely tucked away and ready for the trip, Chazz wandered up to his office. There were thoughts flooding through his mind that he wanted to capture and he spent the better part of the next hour scribbling them down. When reading them back, he chuckled at the endless quatrains. So you think that you’re a poet, eh? “Pfffttt!” he exhaled. In my fucking dreams! Chazz got up and went to the window. There was a haze forming out on the ocean although the skies were bright up in the hills.

He had been standing at the windows for several minutes when, off to the side, he could see Randi walking slowly up the drive, her hands resting on her hips, breathing deeply, her running togs dark and dampened with sweat, telling him that her run was successful. He watched as she passed through the gate and headed directly toward the pool, leaving a trail of her clothing as she went. Her shirt by the gate, her shoes on the steps, her socks and shorts on the landing, her exercise bra tossed onto the table, and her panties … well, with those she paused near the edge of the pool and glanced slyly up over her shoulder before bending over and easing them down from her hips, the damp fabric clinging to her moist skin as she tugged the little garment to her ankles. She tossed them aside, looked up over her shoulder again and then dove into the pool, her body disappearing into the wake that burbled up surrounding her.

She knew he was watching. Chazz lingered for a minute or so as she knifed her way back and forth through the water. Then he found his way downstairs and walked outside. At first, Randi was floating on her back but she swam over closer to the edge when she saw him approaching. Chazz stood at the edge looking down at her naked body in the water.

“That looks … refreshing,” he said.

“It is, absolutely,” Randi replied, rolling into the water and coming to stand near the pool’s edge. “You should join me.”

“I was thinking about that,” he replied. “And maybe now is the time to stop thinking and do something.”

Randi nodded and watched as Chazz pulled his shirt up and off. Then he opened his shorts and tugged down the zipper. Easing them down from his hips, Chazz revealed his small black cotton briefs that could scarcely contain the raging erection that was growing beneath.

“Hmm! I thought you were sort of a boxers kind of guy,” she remarked.

“Most of the time I am, but sometimes I just feel like a change of pace.”

Randi floated onto her back, flashing her nakedness beneath the water, her breasts bobbing at the surface. She licked her lips and bit the tip of her tongue. The head of Chazz’s cock was threatening to spring free of the black cotton as he stood besides the pool grinning.

“Come on, big boy,” Randi teased. “Show me just what you’ve got!”

Chazz pulled the waistband down from his belly and his cock popped free. Randi’s eyes popped open wide. “Oh, my!”

Chazz leaned over, lowered his briefs, and then stood upright in all his tanned naked glory. Just seeing her nude body floating in the pool was enough to arouse him, but then seeing the look of sheer lust in her eyes sent a shiver through his body and made every part of his body spring upward.

“So … what are you waiting for?” she teased.

“I’m not,” he answered. “I’m not waiting … just letting it simmer … letting it build …”

Then Chazz dove into the water and looked around for her in the water swirling around him. He wanted her … he wanted her in every way.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

She had to admit she was looking forward to this Pebble Beach event, more curious about something that could light up her lover’s eyes with such excitement and glee than the actual affair itself. She watched him over the gleaming hood of the magnificent old car, her heart so full of emotion it ached.

For a moment a trace of apprehension inundated her as she hoped for the millionth time that the invitation hadn’t sprung from a slip of the tongue…Jack’s slip of the tongue, by mentioning the event while they’d been together. From her understanding this was an event that Jack and Chazz attended annually and she wanted no hard feelings. Again she wondered if she should have declined tactfully and let the boys enjoy their weekend. When she’d asked Chazz if that wouldn’t be better he’d ruffled her hair and in teasing banter told her if he’d wanted to take Jack he would have. She hoped that was true.

On the other hand, she was thrilled to be going, the idea of a road trip with him. It ignited a sense of adventure in her soul making her giggle like a schoolgirl and glow with anticipation. Chazz’s own air of barely reined excitement only fueled the mood that crackled between them.

“Hey!” her startled cry ended in a sputter as Chazz’s oh so careful hand inadvertently…yeah right…sprayed her, soaking her completely. She chased him with the soapy sponge, a quiet voice inside chuckling at the silliness of it, catching him around the front of car, grappling with his half-hearted attempts to keep her at bay only to stuff the sponge down the front of his shorts. The quick, eager response she felt beneath her fingertips elated her, as it always did, his sensuality and eagerness to play matching her own. She pretended not to notice even though she knew the telltale flush to her skin and darkened eyes gave her away…she glanced up at his seductive green eyes, seeing the reflection of that knowledge in them and in the teasing little grin on his lips.

“Oh, I believe you lover,” the impish tone of her voice warned him and she watched him watch her hands slide lightly over the arc of her hips, playing with the sleek flesh of her belly. “But what am I going to do now?”

She peeled the damp fabric up and away from her body, her unrestrained breasts bouncing eagerly free. The look on his face as he watched them, the heavy swell of them jouncing lightly before him, sent a warm flame of arousal licking its fire over her senses. Her hands dropped to the snap of her shorts, dropping them in a pool around her feet, kicking them behind her as she strutted the tiny scrap of silk that the lingerie shop labeled a thong. She watched his eyes widen in appreciation and unmitigated hunger.

“…no fucking fair!” the huffiness in his voice was overridden by the deeper, hungrier tones of a man aroused. She shivered, turning away.

“Indeed?” she stamped her foot in mock outrage, stealing one of his favorite lines as her fingers gripped the plush towel, bringing it down to stroke the rounded curve of the fender, finding herself distracted by the erotically sleek curves of the exquisite vehicle, her body flushing with a sensual frisson of unmitigated lust…for him, for the car, for the events of the last few months that left her so incredibly happy. She longed to press her body against the flared curve of the fender, feel her breasts pressed against the shimmering warmth of the sleek hood, to press her sex against its sensual arch and feel his hands explore her every curve.

She pulled her thoughts away from their erotic voyage, flushing brightly, turning her gaze back to the man who was staring at her in a bemused fashion, his hearty grumble not masking the indecipherable little half smile on his face. God, did he know what she was thinking? She felt the flush deepen, biting her lip lightly before dropping to her knees, concentrating on the detail work.

They continued to work, Randi’s body singing its aching song of desire through each nerve. When they finally stood back, admiring the final product she was so completely aroused she could barely look him in the eyes. She mused on the exquisite and frequent sessions of sensual complicity between them, quantity and quality two sides of the same coin for them and wished he would just take her, there, in the driveway.

‘Exercise a little control, Randi…the poor man is going to think you’re a nymph,’ the little voice in her head interrupted.

“If my work is done here, I’m going for a jog,” she announced, hoping the exercise would take the edge off.

“Sure, why not?” his hand drew her trembling body against his own, her need a liquid flame in her belly. She felt him hesitate and quickly looked up, her gaze captured by his, by the affinity that shuddered between them and she pressed her lips to his before running upstairs to change her clothes.

The jog did take the edge off, the constant rhythm of her feet falling on pavement, the breathless exertion of the hilly terrain soothing the sensual ache. Her mind drifted over her partner, smiling through her grimace at the list of endearing qualities that made up the man. His sensitive nature and the spirit of adventure that made her awaken with joy every morning wondering what the day’s events would bring. His understanding and incredibly open-minded approach to anything, willing to give nearly anything a try. His determination and his belief that he made a difference were of special appeal to her senses, matching her own spirit and the intellectual stimulation he brought to her days was sheer delight. Put that together with the chemistry between them and it was a breathtaking combination.

She looked back at the last number of years in her life and wondered about the labels that seemed so pivotal…dominant submissive, top, bottom and the qualities and attributes that she’d placed so much value on. A subliminal frisson of destiny faltering, of opportunity nearly missed flooded her senses as she thought about how very nearly she’d dismissed Chazz from her life altogether that day in the coffee shop.

Shaking off the mood she only realized how deeply she’d been submersed in her thoughts as she came up the driveway. Her running outfit clung to her in drenched folds, her sexual heat replaced with the slow burn of endorphins cascading over her senses, suffusing her with a state of euphoria that masked the exhaustion underlying it. Changing direction she headed for the pool, shedding her clothing as she went.

She became aware of him as she traipsed across the patio, feeling his eyes on her, bringing a flush of desire that superceded the endorphins. Glancing behind her toward the house she stopped at the side of the pool, shimmied her panties down with an erotic little shudder over the trembling muscles of her thighs, bending over to remove them and giving him a delightful view of her rounded curves, wiggling her ass before tossing him once last beckoning glance and diving into the pool.

She watched his approach, saw the swell in the unfamiliar briefs, teasing him lightly even as appreciation gleamed from her eyes. God he was gorgeous, a masculine deity to her sense of how things should be. Her eyes roamed over him impatiently, her tongue licking her lips, her teeth clipping her tongue as she watched the eager response beneath his briefs.

“So what are you waiting for?” teasing but husky with her own ardor.

“I’m not waiting, just letting it simmer, letting it build…” his tone taunted her, his body beckoned her, but his words challenged her. She watched with admiration as he slid through the water, waiting patiently for him as he cut through the distance between them, sliding up in front of her, the water parting neatly over the muscular push of his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Deus Aquae,” she heard herself mumble, drowning in the deep green depths of his hungry gaze. “My ‘see god’” the pun tickled her, bringing a husky laugh and a pert grin to her face.

She snuggled eagerly in his arms, rubbing the length of her body against his, one thigh creeping between his, pressing him hard against her, reveling in the thrust of his masculinity against her flesh. Her lips parted, begging for his and lost herself in the full sensual depths of his kiss, their lips exploring each others, his teeth nipping her full bottom lip demanding entrance. She parted them, drawing him inside, her tongue playing lightly against his until he’d pillaged the sweet depths of her mouth bringing her erotic fervor to fever pitch. Shamelessly demanding her tongue stiffened against his, stroking its length, pushing backwards until he allowed her to explore his mouth as fully, pulling long, aching moans and deep growls from both of them.

She pressed harder against him, arching her hips, writhing against the unbridled thrust of him against her, one hand slipping down to stroke his shaft, glorying in the pulse and twitch of his muscles as he responded.

“No, stop Randi,” his breath scalded her ear with its ferocious whisper, his hand like steel against her wrist, stopping her movement. A triumphant grin wreathed her face even as her own body ached with the sudden interruption.

“Yes, my love,” she was proud of her voice, soft yet strong, not revealing a trace of the intensity of her hunger, of the strength of the need that pooled within her. “You’re right, I should stop,” she stepped back from him after pressing her lips to the frantic pulse at the base of his neck, her eyes shining with love, a teasing mischievous grin wreathing her kiss swollen lips. “I need to get into town Chazz, do some shopping for our trip. Forgive me, my love?”

Her laughter pealed between them, warm and teasing, as she watched incomprehension flood his eyes even as his arms released her, his hands grabbing hers, reluctant to let her go. She stepped forward, brushing hard nipples against his chest, heard the frantic intake of breath, and watched his lips form the word “tease” as she lifted her lips to his ear.

“Just let it simmer….let it build,” a sensual whisper, her hot breath playing over the sensitive ridge of his ear, cascading over the fine hair on his neck as his grip tightened around her wrists.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

He wanted her and she knew it … and he loved the way she handled the knowledge, but then he also loved knowing that she wanted him too. Like so many other things he had discovered about Miss Randi Meadows, this manner, this way of living life with her touched him deeply and unleashed every possibility. Chazz didn’t feel like he had to censor himself around her, he could simply open up and be whom he was and do what he wanted and she would know and understand and be there with him every step of the way. But as she teased him now, brushing her body against his, her breath tickling and taunting, her voice teasing and titillating, he thought, two can play this, and oh, what a lovely game it is!

“Yes, let it build … let it grow … let the energy multiply,” Chazz remarked with a grin. He held her wrists firmly and spread her arms wide keeping her body in sheer contact with his. And even in the water of the pool, his inner heat was radiating, spreading through his body, spreading to her. Surely she could feel his hardness floating near her belly, she could see the deep look of desire building inside him. He knew full well that had he wanted, they could have had sex right here, right now, and it would have been great. But it would have been over quickly and it wouldn’t have been nearly all that it would be later this night or the next if they waited for the pot to boil.

“I really need to go, love,” she whispered deeply, her voice dropping almost an octave. “If we’re leaving tomorrow …”

“Yes …” Chazz replied, his nipping little kiss coming close to her ear. He moved through the water closer to her, their bodies coming to rest up against the wall of the pool. Chazz pressed forward, pinning her against the tile. He could read the indecision in her expression, she wanted to leave but then she also wanted to stay.

“I need to know what to pack,” she mentioned.

“There’s a banquet tomorrow night, a formal affair,” Chazz hummed, his lips planting kisses on her neck.

“Uh-huh … and what about Sunday? I need something so that we look spectacular when we drive across the award stand, right? Unless you want me to look like this,” Randi countered, her breasts floating near the surface, bobbing against his chest, her erect nipples raking against his.

“Dress in layers,” Chazz replied. As he raised up his arms, lifting Randi up in the water, Chazz could feel her open her body up to him, one leg hooking around his hip, drawing him toward her center. He could feel his passion roiling inside and saw it equaled in her eyes. “Cool breeze off the ocean in the morning, but hot sun in the afternoon … hat … sunblock … light cover-up …”

“Mmm, that’s a challenge,” she purred, grinding the cleft of her pussy up against his rigid shaft.

“But one that you are up for, no doubt,” he answered. Chazz rocked his hips, rutting his member up and down against her slit, feeling wave after wave of rippling sensations sweep through him. When the head slipped down and bumped against her entrance, she gasped and struggled within his grasp.

“Chazz … I need to go … just for a bit … please?”

“I know,” he said calmly despite the emotions quaking inside him. “I need to pack anyway.”

Chazz maneuvered his manhood away from her but lunged forward and kissed her ferociously, a hard deep kiss that portended events yet to come. Then slowly he released her wrists and felt her body settle down along his until her feet touched bottom. As if in slow motion they drifted toward the steps and climbed from the pool. For several moments their only communication was in their eyes, but as they toweled off, Chazz could hear her body language speaking to him, her stiff erect nipples, the flushness in her cheeks, the quiver of her lips, the shimmy of her hips; and he could feel his own language speaking, not only in the proud thrust of his manhood, but the steady throaty beat of his pulse, the yearning in his belly, and his unquenched thirst for her.

“I know you hate to go shopping,” Chazz remarked as he drew her into the house. “But since we have the banquet tomorrow night, why don’t you get something really special.” He pulled out his credit card and handed it to her.

“But Chazz, I have my own money,” Randi protested. “I don’t need this.”

“But I want you to,” he insisted. “I want to do something for you, let you get something special for yourself, something that maybe you wouldn’t otherwise consider … there’s no limit on this offer.”

“I don’t know …” she said hesitantly, taking the card and fingering the embossed numerals and letters.

Chazz closed his hand around hers with the card clutched inside. “Please, let me do this for you.” He bent down and kissed her gently, a soft sensuous brushing of their lips. When their kiss fell away Randi grinned up at him mischievously.

“You know, some women might take advantage of an offer like this,” she teased, waving his credit card around.

“But then you aren’t just some woman,” he replied quickly. They leaned together to give each other a quick kiss before parting. Chazz held her bare shoulder for a moment so that the kiss lingered. Then his hand trailed down lightly over her arm before slipping onto her hip and around to the plush curve of her ass. As she angled away from him, he gave her ass a quick smack.

“You tease!” she shot back.

“Shameless wench!”

“Pervert!”

“Tramp!”

“Sleaze!”

With a grin, Randi grabbed her clothes and scampered up to her apartment. Chazz savored a sudden and deep longing for her as the flickering image of her naked backside lingered in his mind. He went upstairs to shower and dress and set to packing for their trip. As he was looking over his summer tux, he heard the sound of Randi’s Lexus pull away. After finishing with his suitcase he pulled out a small case and opened it up. They would be busy with the banquet on Saturday night and the show most of the day on Sunday. But he wanted to make this trip special since there would be plenty of time in between for them to play together. He wanted so much to satisfy her, to keep her happy, to keep her in his life. He had reserved a nice suite at the Hotel Pacific and smiled when thinking about the pleasures of hotel sex. Just what was there about that anyway?

Chazz looked over what lay in the case and chuckled. It had been a long time since he had thought of bringing out this little bag of tricks, a long time since he had been with someone who would be open minded enough to explore and play this way. And given Randi’s history, he had no doubt that she would enjoy what he had in mind. He arranged the various accessories and toys, noting what needed replenishing. Maybe they could stop on the way and pick up something.

Once he was satisfied that he had readied everything he needed, he went down to his office, poured himself a drink, and began to write, his mind filled with the greatest thoughts and remembrances of this remarkable young woman who had filled out his life so beautifully.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

With this new level of challenge Randi felt their relationship spin on its axis, breathtakingly sensual, impishly gleeful and so intimately in sync it brought warmth to the very heart of her soul.

She’d been hard pressed to keep her mind off of him while shopping, missing his presence in the background as she’d tried on outfit after outfit, imagining his engaging smile, indulgent and patient, as she’d posed saucily into an empty mirror.

She smiled at herself in her rear view mirror, her thoughts falling back on the stunningly elegant dress she’d purchased. She’d tried on nearly everything four stores had to offer, losing all track of time in the flurry of elaborate fabrics and designer couture. At the last shop, decadently exclusive, she’d wondered who was going to give up first, herself or the young sales woman. Even as the thought crossed her mind the pretty young woman seemed to gain inspiration, her eyes lighting up as she’d gestured Randi to sit down and disappeared into the back room.

When the young woman had come back, holding the opulent gown out to her she’d sighed with sheer bliss, its lush folds falling through her fingers like a waterfall of silken delight. A shimmering creation in formal black silk, its glossy sleeveless lines draped her bosom sleekly, presenting the full swell of her breasts like an offering to the gods, cinching in her waist to non-existence, an exquisite swath of embroidered silk blossoming over her right shoulder to rest gracefully at her left hip. Its magnificent skirt, ruched to the back of her left hip, fell in cascading ripples that whispered softly of times past, falling to swirling ocean of femininity around her dainty feet.

Even before the sales woman’s hushed, reverent admission she’d recognized it as a Charles James design, circa late 1940’s. With her hair swept up in an old fashioned French chignon, or perhaps just an intricate weave, the dress would flatter the long line of her throat, the sleek curves of her shoulders, her ripe young body all but bursting from the gentle embrace of its décolletage, before drawing the eye irresistibly to the sleekly swathed waist that heralded each full, taunting curve of her hips.

She’d been unwilling and determined not to take further advantage of Chazz’s generosity, pocketing his credit card with a playful, noncommittal smile. The young woman who showed her the dress had been almost hesitant about doing so and something in her awkward stance had cued Randi in. She’d taken a moment to search for a price tag and then braced herself for the shock when she couldn’t find one. Even braced, it’s final total had been scandalous and she sent a small prayer to the Gods of male appreciation….if she wanted the dress, he would have to pay for it…she hoped he liked it….a lot.

Pulling into the garage she was amazed to realize that it was nearly eleven o’clock. Even in two trips upstairs, loaded down like a pack animal she still had a few more things left in the car. She glanced around her bedroom, surprised at the satisfaction that filled her. Generally, shopping appealed to her as much as mopping the floor, but the gentle caress of opulent fabrics and the eye candy of the vibrant colors of her new purchases soothed her as she packed. One suitcase for clothing, one suitcase for the small, essential things that would make a homey abode out of wherever they stayed and one suitcase to cover anything not included above…oh yes, and the hanging clothes case that was filled to nearly bursting with her stunning new gown and dress. Finally, standing back downstairs in the garage, she grimaced at the pile of luggage and wondered what Chazz’s remarks would be, come morning.

Looking at her watch she shook her head. Chazz wanted to be on the road early tomorrow and it was nearly one o’clock. She glanced up toward the house and was surprised to see his windows glowing with light. She wondered if he was still awake, hesitating briefly before closing the garage door and slipping out toward the main house. She detoured briefly, strewing her clothes in a pile on one of the deck chairs as she dove into the chill water of the pool, sluicing off the evening’s exertions before tiptoeing across the patio. The stinging pain of thorns across one calf told her she’d misjudged the length to the door, her fingertips stroking the slashed skin delicately as she paused to pluck a rose from the bush next to the house before slipping in through the backdoor, up the stairs and quietly into his room.

Her breath caught as she entered, locked on the familiar features sleeping across the room from her. There was something so ruggedly angelic about him when he slept, vulnerable and innocent, it made her bite her lip, her eyes glowing with the joy that filled her. Was it really possible to miss someone so much in such a short time?

He’d fallen asleep with the light on, a book lying askew on the covers next to him and she reached out, pulling the book gently away, sliding it onto his bedside table, placing the crimson petaled rose on top of it after plucking one soft, lush petal.

An old, childhood ritual rose from the depths of her mind with an adamant irresistibility. As she sunk to her knees beside him, pressing her cheek to the warm flesh of his belly, her hands, intertwined and folded around the silken flower petal, her lips reciting silently a nursery prayer of thankfulness, a feeling that flooded her so fully she felt its tide pool beneath the closed lids of her eyes.

“I’ve missed you, my love...” the words whispered in her mind. She was very glad to be home.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

He had been aware of her presence in his room and the vague scent of roses even though sleep had strongly held its claim on his consciousness. It wasn’t until long after she had extinguished the light and slipped into his bed that he awoke and felt the lush warm curves of her body beside him. The hushed purr of her sleepy breath fell softly on his arm as he slipped it around her and let it rest in the generous valley between her breasts. He felt the length of his manhood thicken as it nestled against the warm firmness of her bum. Randi seemed to acknowledge its presence between her legs with a somnambulant whimper as Chazz settled back to sleep.

The morning had come too early, heavy clouds and fog obscuring the ocean view. Chazz realized that they had barely moved all night. He groaned gently at the feel of his morning wood thrust between Randi’s legs, her sex so warm and moist and inviting. Just a slow withdrawal from that cherished haven seemed to make him throb all the more, but he knew they had a long drive and any delay, even for something so delicious as a dance for two in the sheets, would be hard to make up. Besides, they had all night to make up for any missed morning opportunities.

Chazz slipped from the bed and saw the rose blossom resting on the copy of Dutch Leonard’s latest crime novel. He lifted the rose and drew in the sweet light fragrance for a moment before heading off to the shower. When he emerged, towel wrapped around his waist, Chazz was surprised to see Randi still sleeping soundly. He went downstairs to make breakfast ready and fully expected to see her up or at least roused from sleep upon his return. But she lie beneath the silken sheet, sprawled seductively in her sleep, the dark silk of her hair cascading over the pillows, the lean tan of her arm and shoulder and back exposed to the morning light. He crawled onto the bed, kissing that shoulder and heading up toward her neck. Randi stirred slightly, an easy hum issuing from her throat.

“Wake up, sleepy girl,” Chazz whispered when his lips reached her ear. “We have a long drive and a beautiful day to enjoy.”

“Mmm, Chazz …” she sighed sleepily, rolling onto her back toward him. “I was just dreaming of you, lover.”

“A good dream, I trust,” he responded, kissing shoulder and neck.

“All my dreams of you are … hot … and … erotic,” she purred as his tongue drew a damp line from the base of her throat slowly up to her chin. When his lips brushed against her, Randi fished her hand up into the folds of his towel and encircled his raging manhood. “Hmm … maybe I’m still dreaming and this is just another part of it.”

“I’m afraid this is the real thing,” Chazz replied and tried to pull away from her, the motion loosening his towel enough that it fell away and he could look down to see her long slender fingers curling around his thick cock. “And as much as I would love to make your dream come true, we do need to get on the road.”

“But Chazz, don’t you want to … play … just a little?”

“I want to, babe … a lot!” Chazz rose up to a kneeling position, re-wrapping the towel around his waist despite the persistent stroke of her hand on his hardening masculinity.

“So there’s nothing I can do to persuade you otherwise?” Randi said, her voice low and deep and breathy. Her hand reached the head of his throbbing cock and rotated around the mushy cap sending a shiver down his spine and pulling a deep growl from his throat. She remained reclined on the sheets, her lips parted, the pink of her tongue flirting between her teeth.

“Oh, baby … you are going to pay for this,” Chazz said trying to crawl back away from her luscious grasp. “And then some.”

“A girl can only hope,” she giggled as Chazz struggled to pull himself away from her.

“Someone has to show some discipline this morning,” he said, slipping from the foot of the bed and standing up.

“You should be careful how you use certain words, lover,” Randi said teasingly, pulling the sheets up toward her neck. “I just might want you to show some of that and more.”

Reaching down for the sheets, Chazz began to tug them firmly down away from around her body. Randi clutched at the sheets, trying vainly to keep them tucked around her, but to no avail. Chazz pulled them with a strong grip and watched as they slipped free from her hands and glided down from around her shoulders, baring the swell of her breasts, the narrowing of her waist and belly, the flair of her hips and the cleft of her sex, and finally revealing the long trim lines of her legs. Once she was bared fully to his leering gaze, Randi posed for him, writhing on the sheets, running her hands over her breasts, snaking one down between her legs. Her nipples rose up tantalizingly, puckering, darkening, and hardening. Seeing the moisture glistening in the pink slit of her sex made him all the more aware of the growth of his cock beneath the towel.

“Arrrggghhh!” Chazz growled as he tossed the sheets aside. “You are so going to pay for this tonight!”

“I am so hoping that I do, lover,” Randi cooed, her body squirming gently on the silken sheets.

Chazz stepped away from the bed, strode over to his dresser and pulled out some clothes. He pulled the towel away from his hips and tossed it at Randi who remained on the bed. She balled it up and rolled over onto her side, using the towel as a pillow as she avidly watched while he began to dress.

“I think you’re going to need something more than that,” she giggled as he pulled up a skimpy pair of red briefs and tried to tuck his cock inside. “Especially if you’re going to keep that big ol’ monster under wraps.”

He grinned and pulled on a red t-shirt with a stylized drawing of the Jag emblazoned on the front. Then he stepped into a snug pair of jeans and fastened them up before pronouncing proudly, “See! It all fits!”

“We’ll see about that, lover,” Randi said, easing from the bed and gliding over to him. She ran her hand down over the front of his jeans, her fingers and palm trying to surround the dense maleness inside. “Oh, baby! This trip is going to be so much fun!”

“And it won’t be a trip unless you get the show on the road,” Chazz remarked, letting his arm slip around her back and drawing her up close to him for a kiss. When her lips lingered a bit too long and her tongue persistently invited his to come out to play, Chazz tried to slowly disengage himself. “You are too much!”

Randi giggled and let go of Chazz. As she turned to head off to the shower Chazz smacked her flush on the ass. “And you are so bad!” she laughed before disappearing into the bathroom.

Trying to subdue the warmth of his arousal, Chazz carried his bags downstairs and out to the truck, putting them spacious rear area of the king cab. By the time he returned to the house, Randi had come downstairs and was helping herself to breakfast. Chazz smiled at the sight of her wearing one of his dress shirts, a dark blue silk shirt that gracefully defined her nakedness underneath. There was simply something so irresistible about seeing her wearing one of his shirts. He whistled.

“Oh, baby, I don’t remember that shirt looking so sexy on me,” he chuckled.

“Why, thank you, Sir,” Randi replied turning to face him. With the top three buttons undone, the bubbling curves of her cleavage were seductively visible.

Chazz joined her at the table and they shared a quick but enjoyable breakfast despite their persistent attempts at teasing one another. When they had finished, Chazz looked over at Randi.

“So are you all packed?” he asked, hoping that they wouldn’t be delayed any further.

“As a matter of fact, I am,” Randi answered getting up to rinse off the dishes. “Everything’s down in the garage waiting.”

“All right,” he said. “Maybe while you’re doing that, I’ll get your things loaded into the truck.”

He found her bags stacked neatly as she had described and carefully loaded them into the truck. By the time they were stowed away in the truck, Randi scampered by on her way up to her apartment.

“Come on, babe,” he called out. “Let’s get a move on.” Chazz tried to reach out and smack her on the butt, but she dodged his hand and ran inside the garage. Chazz turned and went to go inside and close the house up when he heard Randi shouted down to him from her balcony.

“Hey, Chazz! Won’t be needing this anymore!”

When he looked up, Randi had already unbuttoned the blue silk shirt that she was wearing. She shrugged out of it and tossed it down at him. With a shimmy of her naked shoulders and an exotic peal of laughter, Randi turned and went inside. He sniffed the shirt and caught her scent, knowing that he could never wear it again without thinking of it lying against her naked body.

With the house closed up, Chazz started the truck and wheeled it and the trailer around so that they were headed out toward the drive. He leaned against the fender of the truck and looked off toward the ocean. The fog was starting to burn off and streaks of sun were filtering down. Maybe they would have a nice drive up the coast after all. Then he heard the sound of the garage door opening and Randi appeared dressed in a snug white top and a short blue skirt. She approached him slowly, her blue eyes trained on his.

“All ready to go?” Chazz asked.

“I am,” Randi replied. “This should be such great fun.”

“I think so … it always is,” he responded, reaching out and drawing her into his arms. Randi looped her arms up around his shoulders as they embraced. As their lips brushed lightly together, Chazz let his hands ease down from around her waist to cup the cheeks of her ass. When their kiss grew stronger and deeper, he maneuvered his hands up underneath her skirt and ran his fingers over the sleek creamy skin of her bum stopping only when reaching the gusset of her thong. He traced the edge where it curved down between her legs and felt the warmth that lie betwixt them.

“Chazz, darling, I thought we had to leave,” Randi exhaled as they both came up for air.

“We do,” Chazz replied, retrieving his hands from beneath her skirt. “Don’t want to be late for the most prestigious collector car show of the year.”

“That’s what I thought,” she said trying half-heartedly to push away from him, but the strength of his grasp kept her within the circle of his arms only she was turned so that her back was against him.

Chazz nuzzled his face into her hair and pressed his body against hers. “I’m ready whenever you are, babe,” he whispered as his fingers trailed up to trace the outline of her dainty little bra beneath the soft fabric of her top.

“I can tell that you are,” she replied, rocking her ass against the firm bulge in the crotch of his jeans.

“So then let’s get this show on the road, okay?” he remarked softly as one hand slipped down over her belly while the other continued to tour around the proud swell of her breasts.

“We had better get going, right?” Randi said, leaning back against him, her one hand covering his that was brushing lightly over the tips of her nipples.

“Yes, we had …” Chazz remarked as the fingers of his other hand grazed gently over the silk-covered mound of her sex. She moaned deeply and turned her face to his. He then withdrew his hands from around her and reached for the door handle. “Well, I’m ready to go, are you?” he asked in voice that was louder but didn’t do all that much to conceal the flow of his passion.

“Um, yes … I am,” Randi replied. As he helped her up onto the leather seating, Chazz could see the blush of arousal in her cheeks and in the sharp points of her breasts straining against the thin fabric of her clothing. Mmm, this trip is going to be verrrry interesting, he thought. Very interesting, indeed!

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

She awoke to the feel of his hard masculinity pulling out from between her thighs. Her sleepy whimper, a soft plea for more, went unacknowledged. She felt him move away, her mind registering an aching dismay before drifting back into the warm, silky folds of sleep.

“Wake up, sleepy girl.” The intimate, familiar tones roused her even as she felt his warm breath against the column of her neck, his tongue playing over her nerves like a rosined bow on a well tuned violin. Her mind flickered over the arousing images in her dreams, his warmth, pure male and enticingly eager, searing through her, bringing a soft, hungry moan.

In a gesture so natural, her hand found him, aroused and rampant, her eager fingers curling around him stroking his length with lascivious interest, his indrawn breath jolting her to a state of instant arousal.

She wanted him, needed him, ached for him in a manner that was a trademark of their relationship and she cherished the moment even as she recognized the restrained urgency in his voice as he told her it was time to leave.

With a silent sigh of resignation, she rolled over, strutting the sensual lines of her taut thighs, the full curve of her shapely bottom and the willing arch of her spine while watching his hungry admiration. Flipping over onto her side she caught the plush towel he threw her way, inhaling the masculine scent of him in its damp folds as she placed it beneath her head. Her eyes roamed lasciviously over his lithe lean form, admiring the grace and sensuality to his movements as he dressed.

She giggled, watching him tuck himself into briefs, the full throbbing length of him stretching their elasticity to the limit before pulling up the snug denim of his jeans and tucking himself in. She couldn’t help but admire their fit.

For the thousandth time she gloried in the turn of fate that had brought them together, so close, so completely in rapport on so many levels. Her feet hit the floor as she rolled out of bed, prancing toward him, her fingers sliding over the denim that restrained the eager flesh beneath. For a moment she stood before him, dazed with her own hunger, feeling the urgent swell of him beneath her fingers before she disappeared into the bathroom.

Disappointed, but unsurprised, she exited the shower to find Chazz gone. He was eager to hit the road and she knew it, but she couldn’t help but draw out their sensual game a bit more. Striding toward his closet, she pulled out the dark blue Ferre shirt that she knew he loved, pulling it on over still damp, unrestrained curves. With her hair brushed back and the barest touch of makeup she looked about seventeen.

His wide eyed, admiring look was enough to make her senses sing as she strutted into the kitchen, pressing the full curves of her breasts against the sheer material, feeling her nipples harden as he took her in. God he made her cream.

After breakfast and some delightfully enticing play she escaped to her own apartment, flinging his shirt down to him in regret as she dressed hastily, appreciating his patience and understanding his need to get going. She chose a short, sinfully brief indigo skirt topped by a close fitting, defined and tailored white top. His expression was all the encouragement she needed.

“Chazz darling….I thought we had to leave?” Even to her own ears her tone was breathy, hungry, eager. He’d leaned over her, pulling her to him, kissing her soundly, eager hands exploring beneath the short hemline, finding the snug fit of her panties, leaving her wet and aching for him.

He turned her from him and she sighed with regret, ready to make her way toward the truck as his hands pulled her back against him, tightly, rocking her against his rampant arousal, her breath stuttering to a halt as she felt him pressed tightly against the rounded curves of her ass. God she wanted him. With one of his hands tucked between her thighs bringing soft moans from her in a breathless wanton detour, she pressed back against him, grinding against his hardness.

Even as she grappled with the heady rush of arousal, he led her toward the trucks door, one hand on her thigh, one against her arm, helping her up. She felt the material of her skirt slide against the leather interior, the full curves of her cheeks and the sleek expanse of her thighs against cool leather bringing a soft, aching groan from her, her cheeks highlighted with a blush of arousal.

Through the haze of her hungry emotions she watched his eyes, eager on her own before dropping to the hardened tips of her breasts, pressed wantonly against the soft material of her shirt as she sat demurely on the seat of the truck. A secretive smile wreathed her lips as she dragged her ragged thoughts away from her present need, focusing on her plans for the trip before them. She wanted him to ache for her, to need her like she needed him…

They headed out, their conversation vivaciously tinted with a sensual energy that fed off each other. It was a magnificent day, the sun in full bloom and she found herself warm with his looks and the heat of the sun. The subtle slide of dampness between her breasts, licking its way between their deep valley was her undoing, caught in the band of silk below their full swell and drawing her attention there.

As she felt this the low rumble of a semi beside them made her smile and glance in the side mirror, seeing the silver behemoth slowly bearing down upon them. She glanced over at Chazz and realized that his attention had been caught by the instinctive slide of her fingers down between the cleavage of her breasts and she resisted the triumphant smile that threatened to curl her lips.

She felt the warm well of moisture between her thighs, the damp silk of her thong pressed between them. Biting her bottom lip she released the seat belt, turning around in the seat, pressing her breasts against the leather upholstery behind her as she fished for an unnecessary item in the back seat, her hands reaching for her backpack even as her eyes gauged the semi’s approach. Without looking, she could feel Chazz’s gaze on the lithe expanse of her thighs, the soft stroke of leather against the sheer cotton of her shirt exciting her nipples almost painfully, making her gasp.

She felt his hand against the warmth of her thigh, sliding upward even as the trucker bore down on them, Chazz's large masculine palm flipping the sensual material over the curve of her ass as his fingers slid lightly against the heart of her sex.

“Oh baby,” even prepared for the moment, she barely recognized the hungry, aching tones that his touch solicited. She forgot about the trucker altogether as she bucked against his fingers, begging for his touch.

His fingers slid against the moist fabric between her thighs, his breathing matching her own, husky, raspy and hungry for more. Slowly, teasing her beyond reason, he slid his fingertips against the wet, eager folds of her sex and she whimpered, an wordless plea for more.

The abrasive sound of the semi’s horn interrupted the moment, blaring beside them, pulling her gaze to the side window. She saw the truckers face, dark, beguiled and lascivious even as Chazz slid two fingers deep within her bringing an exquisite howl from her, her expression one of sheer, unforgettable need. She watched the driver beside them pull his gaze back to the road in front of him with a wink in their direction.

“Oh God Chazz…please?”

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

“Please what, baby?” Chazz asked as he managed to keep one hand on the wheel, two fingers probing Randi’s sweet damp sex, and both eyes on the road. “Stop?”

“Oh god nooooo!” Randi mewed, her hips orbiting his fingers in a gently circular motion. When he threatened to withdraw his hand from between her legs, she clamped her hand around his wrist and trapped him between her thighs. “Please, please don’t stop!”

The blare of the trucker’s horn didn’t dissuade him from his probing caress. Turning and twisting his fingers inside her hot creamy depths, Chazz rotated his hand just enough to bring his thumb to bear on the hard eager nub of her clit. The pace of her breathing increased and the depth of her exhale was filled with purrs and whimpers and moans.

Randi rubbed her sex against his probing touch, the rocking of her hips stepping up to a heated feral grind of unquenched need and desire. Chazz turned and twisted his fingers as he thrust them in and out of her. She clamped her thighs tightly around his hand. The frantic brushing of his thumb against her clit seemed to send her over the top and she exploded with a lustful growl and an intense shudder thundering through her ecstatic body, coating his hand with her creamy nectar.

It seemed like several minutes before Randi settled back to earth and turned back around to sit beside him. Chazz had withdrawn his hand and savored the taste of her exotic juices. As he licked and sucked them from his fingers, the aroma sent a twinge of heat straight to his crotch, making him painfully aware of the cramped confines of his jeans.

“Oh, lover!” Randi cooed as she settled beside him for a moment, whispering her thanks in his ear and adding some light little kisses and nibbles as punctuation.

Chazz loved the feeling that grew inside him when he pleased her and knew that his shit-eating grin gave that thought away. But in the way that she scooted over into her seat and reattached the seat belt Chazz knew that her passion could be easily rekindled. Randi lifted the hem of her skirt and fanned herself. The gentle circulation of the air conditioner sent a trail of her intoxicating scent in Chazz’s direction.

With both hands on the wheel, he glanced over and let his eyes roam over her body, the subtle expanse of shapely thigh, the short blue skirt permitting the least little glimpse of delicate silken panty, the snug white top now made tighter by the damp warmth of her aroused body, and the firm protrusion of her nipples into the thin fabric. But more arousing than that was the look in her eyes when she caught sight of his salacious glance. There was recognition of their deep mutual attraction and their shameless ability to tease and entice and tantalize one another.

Randi took a minute to look through the collection of road trip CDs and selected an eclectic mix of classic tunes. Steely Dan, Traffic, Doobie Brothers, James Taylor, Santana. It was a recent tune by the latter that seemed to capture Randi the most and she began to sway her body subtly on the leather seat beside him. Chazz had to admit that the deep erotic bass line and the urgent rhythmic percussion section was even getting him to move and he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.

“You like this, lover?” Randi asked, her lithe figure swaying sexily beneath the restraint of the seat belt.

“Love this tune,” Chazz replied. “Makes me want to dance.”

“Me too,” Randi replied. “How long till we get there?”

“We’ve got a ways to go yet,” Chazz said glancing quickly down at the GPS tracking system in the dashboard. “But we’re making good time. Why?”

“Oh, nothing,” she answered.

The next time that Chazz glanced back in her direction, Randi had lifted the hem of her skirt a little higher, clearing showing off the dainty little thong she was wearing. The mound of her sex was clearly visible beneath the light silk pulled tightly against her. When he looked up to her face, she was smiling, licking her lips and blowing him a kiss. When she unfastened her seat belt again and slid over toward him, Chazz felt a rush of arousal just at the suggestion of her touch.

Randi pressed herself up against his arm, a firm nipple mashing against his bicep. Chazz kept both hands on the wheel as she leaned toward him, her warm breath teasing his cheek and neck. An unintended groan escaped his mouth when she began to kiss his neck and nibble around his ear. Her hand plied a path up and down along his thighs, alternating between palm and fingernails.

“Do you like this, lover?” Randi asked foolishly, as her tongue danced up and down the side of his neck and twirled around his ear.

“Oh, fuck … god yes!” was his blunt reply. By the time her hand reached his crotch, Chazz was fully erect, his throbbing manhood straining painfully against the stiff denim of his jeans.

“Oh, my!” Randi exclaimed in a mock little girl voice. “What do we have here?” Her fingers traced the outline of his cock. Her lips shimmied tantalizingly down over his chest, pausing to nip at the flesh of his chest and his nipples. Randi knelt on the broad leather trimmed seat beside Chazz and with both hands she began to unfasten his belt and open up his jeans.

Chazz shifted his hips trying to guide himself to freedom, but it wasn’t until Randi reached in and lifted him out that he felt complete relief.

“My, oh, my,” Randi grinned mischievously. She spread his jeans apart and pulled the waistband of his briefs down to let his cock and balls emerge fully. Her warm breath preceded her adoring lips and tongue as she bent down and began to play with him. “Mmm, I think you like this.”

“Oh, fuck yes!” Chazz growled as she kissed and licked his proud erection jutting up tall and hard from his lap. She took him into her mouth, sucking and licking him feverishly. Her fingers cradled his balls, her nails tickling them. Her tongue and lips toured every square inch of him, licking and sucking licentiously.

Randi began to bob her head up and down on his rigid tool, taking him deeply into her mouth and throat, then letting him pop free. Just when her actions seemed to be building up to a crescendo and Chazz felt his body near release, she would slow down, pausing to lick and kiss him until his arousal subsided. Then slowly she would begin to ramp up again until her head was bobbing up and down frantically, sucking him hard and fast. At one point the sound of a passing trucker’s horn blasted approvingly.

For several miles Randi played with him, building up to a feverish pitch only to slacken off and ease him back down. With a final flurry of warm wet kisses, Randi began to fold him back inside his jeans and zipped him up. She looked up at him and grinned.

“What?” he asked, feeling the flush of arousal still filling his cheeks.

“What what?” Randi answered with her own question.

“Grrrrrrrrrrr,” Chazz growled.

“Just giving you a taste of what’s to come, lover,” Randi teased. “Remember? Letting it simmer, letting it build?”

“I knew I would come to eat those words,” Chazz replied with a grin, and pulled her close for a kiss on the lips. When he looked back to the highway he saw that they were less than an hour from Monterey.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

She watched his fingers, lifted to his lips, the taste of her passion lighting his eyes, bringing a glow to his features. She could see it his eyes, feel the heat in his demeanor despite his non-chalance and she shivered with the intimacy between them.

She understood his look. He enjoyed pleasing her as much as she enjoyed pleasing him and it made her quiver, ache, deep inside. Her need to reciprocate and her need to continue the game between them fought inside of her.

Feeling the warm leather of the seat beneath her she scooted back over, fastening her seat belt, watching him from the corner of her eye. She could feel the heat of his gaze, over her breasts, straining against the material of her shirt, falling to the hem of her skirt even as she lifted it high around her thighs, the gleam of his eyes falling on the silken material between her thighs.

Randi met his eyes, their gaze hot, aroused, feeding off each other before she shuffled through the CD’s, choosing a song she knew would grab his attention. Caravanserai maybe didn’t make the grade with many, but for her, and gauging Chazz’s reaction it worked for him, had her prancing in her seat.

She played with the music, releasing her seat belt and watching his gaze track her as she moved, lithely, against the leather seat, feeling her own arousal between her thighs. Moving closer, she cooed to him, nonsense questions as she moved closer, her lips pressing lightly against the soft flesh of his throat, feeling his pulse, hard and fast, against them.

She could feel his arousal like a tidal wave against her senses, her eyes and her fingertips taking in the tight jeans, releasing him from their confines. Her soft hand, reaching deep beneath the waistband, grasping him and pulling him from the tight embrace of denim brought a gasp of pleasure from him that flowed like fire through her veins.

She took him, hard and pulsing within the confines of her eager fingers, dropping her lips avidly to the full aching pulse of his head, her tongue caressing its folds, digging gently into its creases, her body responding heartily to his breathy response.

“Oh yeah, baby….let me taste you….oh yeah, feel you…” her words, husky and breathy with her own need made him harder within the confines of her fingers. She sucked, licked, pulled him in, slowly, harder and harder, feeling him thrust upward toward her mouth, engulfing him fully but drawing away at the last minute, her own heavy breathing matched by his. Once, twice….three times she felt him come close and pulled away, teasing, taunting, tasting his essence on her tongue, between her lips.

“Letting it simmer….letting it build…” the words came from her mouth teasing but guilty, adoring him for her own release, but wanting to play. His grin and his easy constrained manner told her he was enjoying the game….she smiled, a glowing, loving smile of passion and promise.

Slowly, she settled down into the seat feigning a soft yawn of exhaustion, her head cradled on his lithe thigh, the crown of her head pressed lightly against the rampant hardness still freed from the restraint of his jeans.

Playfully, her hands caressed the soft, full contours of her body, cupping the aching swell of her breasts, playing with the hard thrust of her nipples before falling the lean concavity of her belly. Her eyes watched his as they switched from watching the road to watching her slow progress, her heat building deep within her belly, her breathing quickened against the soft music in the background.

“More?” Her breathy whisper range out between them. “Look baby….look what you do to me.”

Her fingers fell to the hem of skirt pulling it up, high upon her hips, exposing the soft white, wet strip of silk between her thighs. Lightly, one hand played over the silk, teasing swollen lips, taunting the aching swell of her clit beneath the slick fabric.

Out of pure instinct, she raised her hips toward her fingertips, rewarded by the gasp that stole past his lips, bringing a wash of sweet wetness between her thighs.

“Oh baby,” she arched her back, her head falling harder against his lap, her eyes meeting the heat in his, stroking her in a way that was explosive. “Oh God, you make it so hard to behave!”

The feel of her own fingers against her hot, wet flesh, as familiar as that was, was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze, the longing in those eyes as he watched her stroke herself, fingers plunging deep beneath the silken material girding her thighs.

“Show me,” the cadence of the growl and the husky demanding tones weren’t altogether new, but so enticing and so sought after that they made her shudder. She watched one hand, strong and large, leave the steering wheel and reach for the apex of her thighs, ripping the fragile silk away, the thin tie around one thigh giving way and tearing with his touch. “Again.”

Her eyes widened, watching the emerald intensity of his gaze divide itself from the road to the thrust of her own fingers deep within the wet clench of her sex. She shivered with the moment.

“Chazz…oh yes…” she shuddered, her feet, flat against the crisp leather of the seat pushing her deeper into his lap, the strong rampant thrust of him against her cheek.

Randi turned her head, feeling his shaft against her face, her gaze caught, frozen, aching as she watched the clear beads that decorated the swollen head of his cock, tracing them as they grew, welling up and cascading over the hard ridge.

“Yes,” her whisper barely cleared the air as she leaned into him, licking the tangy drops from him, watching him watch her tongue, feeling her own fingers plunge heavily into the depths of her cunt, her hips arching, striving to meet their thrust.

“Oh Jesus….oh baby,” she hung on the edge, his taste in her mouth, her fingers finding the sweet spots inside of her, her pussy clinging to the thrust of them, her sugar welling up around them in a pool of longing. She stopped, hanging on the pinnacle, feeling the throb of him, pure male, demanding hunger, beside her.

She heard the restraint in his breath as the moan issued from his throat…long, strong, low and greedy. She felt her own passion come so close to the peak that her body clenched, her sex, greedy and swollen, aching for him, aching for release.

“Chazz…lover…oh God yes….”she teetered on the edge, unwilling to succumb, pulling her fingers away.

A long blast of horn drew her attention to the window, a trucker’s leering face above her as he watched her teeter on the edge. She spread her thighs, pulling any friction away from the center of her arousal her hungry, aching cunt spread for both their view.

“Jesus,” his voice, husky, greedy with an erotic plea flowed through her even as she felt the truck swerve to the left. Her eyes flew to his, now pinned to the road.

“Sorry, baby…”

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

“Don’t worry, babe,” Chazz said calmly as he reasserted full control over the truck and trailer. The passing of the semi had pushed them over a few inches in their lane and although Chazz knew better than to allow his distraction to get the better of him, he relished the passion that was coursing through his blood. Randi had this way of getting to him, of playing against the strength of his self-control, and he loved it.

As the semi cleared them and they tucked into the lane behind, Chazz spared himself another glance down at Randi. She sprawled over the plush leather seat, her knees up, her thighs still spread, her fingers slowly drawing lazy lines up and down
the plump rouged folds of her glistening sex. Her panties torn away in the rampant passion of the moment, lie askew still ranged over her hip. Chazz reached down and pulled at them, tugging them down her thigh. Randi lifted her leg to let him pull the rent silk from her body.

“Maybe I should be the one to apologize,” Chazz said, his voice still thick and husky with the passion that had ebbed and flowed all day. He twirled the panties around his finger, then dragged them teasingly along the sleek skin of her thighs before tucking them into the pocket of his shirt. “Guess I’ll have to take you panty shopping in Monterey.”

“A girl can’t have too many pairs of sexy panties now can she?” Randi laughed.

Chazz allowed himself another glance down at her, delighting in the sexy sparkle of her eyes, the flush in her cheeks, the wash of her raven tresses across his lap, the dance of her tongue against her lips. But as he lifted his eyes away from the luscious sprawl of his lover and concentrated on keeping the vehicles safely in line, Chazz let his fingers do his looking for him. He rested his palm against the lush tender skin of her cheek and let his fingers explore the outline of her lips and chin and neck.

Randi took his hand and pressed it to her lips, kissing and suckling his fingers as if they were little cocks. He chuckled and that in turn made her laugh, enough that he could free his hand from her grasp and continue his little tour. Chazz let his fingers dance lightly down over her chest over the swell of her breasts and down to where her tender skin flowed inside her top. He thrust them down underneath the soft tailored fabric until his hand had insinuated itself beneath her bra and held the firm treasure of her breast. As his fingers trilled lightly over her taut nipple, Randi gasped and whimpered. The tip of his middle finger circled her puckered aureole lazily. Then he felt the warmth of her breath on the shaft of his cock and then the electric snap of her touch.

Randi shifted her head and guided him toward her mouth again. So hot and wet was her kiss that Chazz felt his member throb as it lengthened almost instantly. He kept his eyes on the road as the traffic grew heavier and adjusted their speed accordingly. To most of the passing traffic, they were just a large shiny pickup dragging a car trailer along for the ride. But to a select few, the tall SUVs and trucks and errant semi tractors, they were playing a shameless sexy game.

To Chazz it felt almost like riding a roller coaster backwards; each new hill of arousal was higher than the last, and with each thrill came the anticipation that the last one would bring sheer ecstasy. Randi toyed and teased his cock with her hand and tongue and mouth; Chazz played with her body in turn, thoroughly fondling the lush curves of her breasts before trailing down to her pussy. There was no desperate sense of urgency to their actions, no need to finish each other off, just a mutual enjoyment of the pleasure they were bringing each other.

“Mmm, baby,” Chazz groaned as Randi dragged her teeth over the head of his cock and then flicked her tongue along the underside. “You know what all this means, don’t you?”

“What lover? Tell me,” Randi implored saucily before her tongue circled the head again several times.

“If you keep this up …” Chazz began slowly.

“Me? If I keep this up?” Randi teased, thrusting her hips up gently against his hand, which was gently petting the sodden slit of her bare sex.

“All right, all right … if we keep this up,” Chazz corrected himself. “Some time around midnight I will be ripping more than your panties off.”

“Think so?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Chazz answered as his middle finger circled her clit threateningly, tauntingly.

“Maybe not when you see the price tag on the dress you bought for me,” Randi smirked. Chazz snatched a quick look down at her then returned his attention to the road. He was about to make a wisecrack when he felt her hot wet mouth envelope his cock head and suck him deep inside. His response was a thick deep growl and a deep twisting thrust of his fingers inside her cunt.

******

The miles had gone by quickly, the time flying past given the fun they had playing their teasing games. As they neared Monterey, Randi tucked Chazz’s cock away, zipped and fastened his jeans. She took his “busy” hand in both of hers and dragged it up over her body until it reached her mouth. There she carefully licked and suckled his fingers, purring as she devoured her creamy nectar. She sat up and began to arrange her clothes, tucking her breasts back into the safe silky confines of her bra and straightening her snug white top. Chazz noticed her smile as she flounced the hem of her skirt about her thighs.

“And just what do you find so amusing?” he asked, hoping the playful mocking in his voice was noticed.

“Just that this is a sinfully short skirt and you’ve taken my panties from me …” Randi replied, the tone of her voice giving him back what he had given.

Just the thought sent a spurt of arousal flowing through Chazz. What was it about her that with just a look or a laugh, a touch or a word, could send a shiver down his spine and bring a lump of desire to his throat.

“Then I guess you’ll have to make sure if you drop anything, that I’m around to pick it up.”

“Something tells me that you will never be far from me tonight, lover,” Randi replied.

Chazz nodded in agreement. Within a minute they were wheeling the truck and trailer up the drive leading to the Hotel Pacific, a graceful adobe structure with decidedly Spanish lines. They wheeled around to the lot where several other trailers were parked. Given the gorgeous weather, several of the cars were already out and glittering in the sunshine. Chazz maneuvered the truck and trailer into a favorable spot and climbed down from the cab. He wasn’t surprised to see Randi scoot over toward the driver’s door, deliberately teasing him with a fetching view of her womanhood as he helped her out.

He took her hand and led the way into the hotel for registration. Along the way, they met a few of his friends and he proudly introduced Randi to them. He could see the consensus of approval register in their grins and nods and arched eyebrows.

“Chazz! How are you?” asked Lee Bartell, the male half of an older pair of ardent Classic Car Club members, rich and quite well off, yet a warm and friendly couple who had taken Chazz under their wing following his divorce and always welcomed him to each event that he attended. No matter where they met up, Floy and Lee

“I’m doing great, thank you,” Chazz replied, taking their hands in turn and shaking them with a warm friendly clasp. He quickly noticed their appreciative glances at Randi. “Oh, I want you to meet Randi … Randi, this is Floy and Lee Bartel, a couple of great friends from the Classic Car Club.”

“Nice to meet you,” they both greeted Randi, warmly and with a fond approval that seemed to bring a cheery grin to her face.

“So what did you bring this year?” Lee asked, always of course the avid car collector.

“The red Jag,” Chazz replied.

“That is such a great car … I’ve always wanted one of those,” Lee commented.

As he and Lee carried on their car talk, Chazz noticed the small talk between Floy and Randi. As intense and rewarding as his words were with Lee, so was Chazz’s gaze upon Randi, capturing each nuance of her stance and expression, her terrific laugh at Floy’s cutsey little jokes, the quick looks they shot each other’s way between bits of conversation, the simple delight in being together barely an arm’s length apart.

“We’ll see you at the banquet tonight?” Floy asked as the couples began to separate.

“Of course,” Chazz remarked. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

“We’ll be there,” Randi sang out. “Nice to meet you!”

“Nice to meet you too!” Floy responded.

With a friendly wave, Chazz led the way to registration. The lobby was a large but comfortable area featuring original artwork, distinctive artifacts, antiques, handcrafted tile floors, and an inviting fireplace. They crossed to the desk and were quickly checked in. As they stepped away from the desk, Chazz almost bumped into Rich McCarran who was waiting in line with his chief mechanic, Chuck Stover. Rich was a legendary car collector with an enviable collection of some two-dozen choice Duesenbergs, Cadillacs, and Rolls-Royces.

“How are you, old man?” Chuck joked as they shook hands.

“Doing great!” Chazz admitted. He introduced Randi to his friends and noticed the long look that Rich gave her. If he didn’t know better, a look of recognition perhaps. Chazz took Randi’s hand and they quickly parted with pledges of catching up at the banquet later on.

Their guest room was a large executive suite, complete with a gas log fireplace, plush custom furniture in rich earth tones, and a king-sized goose-down feather bed. A tiled desk area separated the living area from the sleeping room. The spacious bathroom featured separate shower and tub, a scale, TV, telephone and luxurious toiletries and soaps. All the amenities were luxurious, including a deluxe remote-control entertainment center, fresh-ground coffee and brewer, and spiced cider. The refrigerator and honor bar were hidden in a beautiful piece of custom cabinetry. Their room also had a private terrace with a view of the hotel's lavish garden courtyard and hand-carved fountains. Randi stood for a moment at the windows looking out.

“This is so great,” she said as Chazz took her into his arms. “I am so glad to be with you, your friends, this place …”

“No more than I am to be with you, babe,” Chazz replied.

Their embrace was more than simple hugs and kisses. Their lips pressed passionately together, their hands wandered eagerly, their breath grew short and hot. As Chazz drew his hands up the back of Randi’s thighs, plunging underneath her skirt, feeling the warm curves of her ass, fingertips grazing against the damp bare slash of her sex, he took a deep breath.

“You don’t know how much I want to take you right here and now, babe,” he said, his voice clouded with an intense wanton need.

“Then why don’t you?” Randi replied, looking up at him with her clear blue eyes twinkling. He could see the need and desire mirrored in her expression.

“But we need to shower and dress and get the car ready to park out on the lawn before the banquet.”

“So?” she responded, stepping back slowly and drawing her top up and off over her head. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, slipping the narrow straps down from her shoulders and pulling the flimsy silk away from her body. After another step back, Randi undid her skirt and shimmied it down past her hips, letting it fall in a dark blue pool at her feet.

“So, we need to get ready,” Chazz remarked, feeling his resolve waver as his desire for this wanton young woman rose.

“Well, I’ll be ready any time you are, lover,” Randi said and then twirled on her toes and scampered to the shower.

Chazz nearly ripped off his clothes and joined her in the roomy shower as the spray splashed down warm and strong.

“Remember, maestro, tempo,” Randi teased as they began to wash and rinse each other’s body. “Let it simmer … let it build …”

“And I have every intention of doing just that,” Chazz replied. And he did, savoring his deep attraction to this amazing young woman and the reciprocal passion he felt from her touch. After all, they had all night didn’t they?

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

She was mesmerized by the grace and charm of the hotel as they pulled up, her eyes enjoying the symmetry and rapport it had with its environment. Stifling a chuckle as she turned back to Chazz and caught the open yearning in his gaze as he glanced over the shiny cars already there. She swung her thighs over the drivers side seat, pulling his attention away from the chrome and onto her own slick, shiny parts, teasing him with a quick reveal of her hungry sex as she stepped into his arms.

“You drive me wild my love,” the warmth of her breath against his ear and the soft earnestness of her tone brought a shiver she could feel all the way through him. He spun her around, guiding her in the direction of the hotel’s entrance.

The warmth and open friendship offered by Chazz’s friends filled her with an unexpected sense of companionship. Flo’s enthusiastic conversation made her smile as she watched the vivacious woman, responding with a sense of friendship that happened rarely. She was sorry to leave them and looked forward to seeing more of them at the banquet.

Rich McCarran and his mechanic Chuck were another vivid pair of enthusiasts in the lobby. Her eyes ran lightly over the handsome, confident figure of Rich McCarran with appreciation, acknowledging something in his stance, in his determined charismatic presence without conscious recognition. She found herself dropping her eyes from his almost intimate gaze and then found her shoulders tensing with the gruff, hearty voice that greeted Chazz.

Her eyes flew to his, widening with recognition, her cheeks blushing deeply at the slow caress of his gaze on hers. She reached out, her hand gripping Chazz’s forearm too firmly before her grip slackened. Randi smiled at the two men as he introduced her sighing with relief and confusion as they headed towards their suite.

Her soft squeal of excitement brought a vivid grin to Chazz’s face as she scrambled inside, throwing herself onto the soft duvet and rolling luxuriously over the big bed. She bounced to her knees before standing in the middle and bouncing happily like a five year old, throwing a kiss in Chazz’s bemused direction before jumping off and standing in front of the window.

She felt him behind her, like a slow wave of heat caressing her body as he got closer, her knees trembling as he wrapped his strong arms around her making her whimper in contentment. The fierce hunger in their kiss was sweet ecstasy, a continuation of the growing, living arousal building between them all day.

The lush silk of her tiny skirt pooled lightly around her ankles as she walked away from him, feeling the intensity of his gaze on the lithe sensual sway of her hips and the curve of her bottom as she headed toward the shower, her hands peeling the white shirt from her heaving breasts, flinging it behind her as she listened to his frantic struggle with his own clothing.

He’d taken her teasing words far to seriously for her own satisfaction, his hands taunting her flesh to shuddering peaks before dropping away, waiting for her to regain her composure before starting again.

Out of heady frustration she’d dropped to her knees in the shower, sucking him greedily into the warm, wet depths of her mouth, thrilling at the feel of his full, deep thrust once, twice and a third time, the masculine groan of desire stroking her senses deliciously. Chazz reached down, his big hands wrapped around her tiny waist pulling her up like a rag doll, positioning her on her feet before spinning her away from him, his hands engulfing hers and pressing them to the smooth stone walls of the shower. His feet gentle kicked her own apart with a hungry growl of demand.

“Oh yeah, baby. Please Chazz, take me,” the words fell between them, weighted with her own desire, her body quivering and eager in his arms as she felt him, rampant and hard against her thighs, sliding up between them as she arched her back, pressing her wanton sex against him in abandon.

“What do you want, Randi?” the sexy, husky purr at the nape of her neck drew goose bumps from her as she whimpered in response.

“I want you to fuck me, Chazz…please…fuck me,” she shook beneath the gentle trail of his fingers over the back of her hand, down over her arm before it buried itself in the wet trails of her hair.

“Be careful what you wish for, young woman,” the taunting tones of his voice coursed through her like liquid heat, cascading through her senses, her arousal flooding her sex and dripping down her thighs like the shameless hussy she was for him.

“Oh god Chazz...please baby…I can’t UHHH, yeaahhhhhhhh lover,” his thrust took her by surprise, plunging deep into the heart of her with an abruptness that left her knees weak, left her grunting with the sweet pain of his hand pulling at the roots of her hair before his body pinned her against the stone wall. “Oh fuck baby…fuck, fuck yeah!”

Once, twice, three times he plunged into her, plundering her depths with each sensually brutal thrust, filling her completely, turning her mind to jelly before withdrawing slowly as she begged him for more. At the third he stopped, his lips caressing the nape of her neck seductively, soft words of tender affection filling her ears as she sobbed for more.

“If I don’t stop now, Randi love, I won’t be able to. And where would that put us later?” she turned with a whimper to face the shining, teasing light in his emerald eyes, taking in the cherished grin that lit his face.

“You’re right, of course, beloved,” her tone made it obvious that she meant precisely the opposite and his laughter told her he knew it. She strove for control over her own clamoring instincts. Burrowing deep into his arms she pressed her lips avidly against his chest before stepping out of the shower.

His arms found her waist as they walked out of the bathroom, pulling her back against him, fitting himself, still throbbing, against the warmth of her thighs and she stopped, pressing close, pulling his hands up to her breasts, unabashedly pressing them against rock hard nipples as she leaned back to nip his jaw.

“We have a banquet to attend, remember?” he continued to hold her for a moment before reluctantly letting her go.

She scampered across the room, gathering up her gown, rummaging for her toiletries and retreating to the bathroom with a wink and a gleam in her eyes.

“If you need anything in here, come get it now…otherwise, you can’t see me until I’m ready,” the coy grin and sassy wink brought another warm smile from her lover.

Thirty minutes later she heard his impatient pacing outside the bathroom door. As she finished the subtle but seductive color around her eyes she took one last look in the mirror. The small scrap of silk between her thighs, the panties delicate bows adorning each hip and the black silken stockings were her only undergarments. She reached for the gown, its silken folds cascading through her hands as she stepped into it.

The tight bodice cupped her full breasts exquisitely, pushing their curves to a fount of erotic flesh that was almost scandalous, one heavy breath threatening to spill them from the gown’s embrace while the long fall of material over her hips and thighs trailed into a full skirt designed to tease the eye with what lay underneath. Gently she pulled the swathe of fabric up over one shoulder, her ebony hair falling to one side like a part of the dress, straightened the spill of fabric over one hip and winked saucily to herself in the mirror. Grabbing the strappy heeled silk shoes she walked to the bathroom door, opening it slowly before striding out.

“What do you think, my love? Will you trade me in for a different model?” With a hand on one hip she spun elegantly for his appraisal, a small smirk of humor on her lips as she waited for his reaction.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

Breathe … breathe, Chazz … he thought as he appraised the woman twirling slowly before him. Randi had finally done it, she had managed to take his breath away. Was it the cut of the dress, the design or material, or just the way she filled it? She turned, posed, then turned again, filling his eyes with an incredible view and the rest of his senses with a sensuous thrill. Chazz knew that he was standing there gaping, his necktie partway knotted, his eyes wide. He wanted to speak but had to draw the breath before that would be possible. He let the black satin tie tumble from his fingers and moved a step or two toward Randi.

“You … look … absolutely … absolutely … gorgeous!” he said slowly and deliberately.

“Why, thank you, kind Sir,” she replied. Randi struggled awkwardly to slip a foot into one of her shoes but stumbled and nearly fell doing so. Chazz reached out a hand to help her steady herself. As she regained her posture, her breasts threatened to escape the clutches of her dress. She giggled sexily and looked at Chazz imploringly and held out her shoes. “Could you help me, lover?”

Chazz took the strappy heels in hand and went down to a knee. Randi raised a leg fetchingly and offered her foot to him. Chazz took it in his hands and kissed her, first on the toes then on the arch and finally partway up the calve before managing to slip the shoe onto her foot. Randi set her foot down and raised the other. Chazz kissed that foot as before but also sent his hands upward caressing her stocking-clad calve and thigh. There was something incredibly erotic about touching her lovely shapely leg through the silken stocking. Mixed with the redolent aroma of her perfume and her own intoxicating scent, Chazz felt a low growl play deep in his throat.

He looked up at her and absorbed her glance of approval. The effect was momentarily mesmerizing as Chazz felt his soul fill with a keen newly mint desire for her. All day long they had been playing, teasing, taunting each other shamelessly, letting their passion build, and this was just one more delicious step on the path toward a fresh and uncommon plateau. Chazz took a long deep breath and stood, taking her hands in his, lifting them to his lips for a soft loving kiss.

There was something in the gaze of her clear blue eyes that made him smile. He felt a familiar sensation begin to emerge deep inside him, a tingling vibration of desire, and drawing Randi close to him seemed to fuel that feeling. Chazz let go of her hands and they came to rest upon his chest. His hands swept down to her waist and pulled her hips toward his to tighten their embrace.

“Here … let me,” Randi said, her slender fingers moving toward his necktie, commanding the black satin, twisting and fingering it into a perfect bow. “There!” she exclaimed, patting him lightly on the shoulders.

Chazz kissed her on the lips, a full warm kiss that seemed to catch her by surprise. Then he grabbed his jacket and she grabbed her purse and they made their way down to the parking lot. It was an easy task for Chazz to back the Jag out of the trailer and bring it around to help Randi inside. Once he had secured the trailer and slipped into the tan leather bucket behind the wheel, Chazz glanced in her direction.

“You look … beautiful, sweetheart … truly beautiful!” he said, hoping that every ounce of his feelings on the subject rang true inside her heart. Her responding grin and the accompanying blush told him all that he needed to know. Chazz revved the engine and the red Jag pulled away, top down, wind in their hair, tires chirping seductively, with a mouth-watering California sunset in the offing.

The banquet was setting up at the clubhouse of the world famous Pebble Beach golf course. Many of the invited participants had driven their cars over and parked them on the front lawn. Jay Leno had brought his 1916 Crane Simplex Model 6, Don Sears parked his 1933 Packard 1003 Coupe, and Terry Adderley had just pulled up in his 1929 Duesenberg LeBaron Phaeton. There were a couple dozen other classics and sports cars just as notable arranged on the lush green lawn, balanced by the view of the ocean and the timeless edifice of the clubhouse.

A couple of friends and a few strangers came over to greet Chazz and Randi as they pulled up and parked. Chazz got out and hustled around to open the door for his date. Chazz smirked when noticing the event photographer snapping off a few shots of their arrival. On the scale of Classic Car nobility they were admittedly a few rungs down, but for the sheer beauty of the moment, they were at the top. They posed next to the car for a moment as the shutterbugs whirred away and then they walked hand-in-hand up the stairs and inside.

Cocktail hour was fabulous, a scene befitting its surroundings. No sooner had Chazz introduced Randi to one collection of friends and compatriots then he had to do the same to another group. But his hand never left hers, even when drinks were served and a toast or two was made. At one point, he began to reflect on the unfolding event and realized his trepidation at bringing someone so completely uninitiated into a gathering of this magnitude. But Randi fit in so seamlessly, just as she had fit into his life. Far from being a deer caught in headlights, she glowed in the beam of the high society spotlight. There was an incredible sense of belonging that came into play and Chazz finally found a moment when he could pull her close without a dozen people close by.

“Are you having a good time?” he asked with a mental pair of fingers crossed.

“Oh yes,” Randi replied. “A smashing good time.”

“Good,” Chazz sighed. He held her hand tightly. “You know that there is no other woman in this room that I would rather be with than you,” he said, and then quickly cringed at his own cliché. But as he glanced around the ballroom, he knew it to be true. There were movie stars and Fortune 500 personalities abounding, yet Chazz tightened his grip on the hand of the young woman beside him. As if by impulse, Randi suddenly stood up on her toes and kissed him.

“All right you two!” came the voice of Lee Bartell.

“Oh, hi,” Chazz said, feeling a small flush of embarrassment creep across his cheeks.

“Well now, Chazz,” Lee said. “If I were you, I would be doing the exact same thing right now!”

Floy laughed along and so did Randi. Then Lee leaned over and kissed Floy on the cheek, an unexpected turn that brought a laugh from her, a hearty chuckle from Lee, and a quick embrace between Randi and Chazz. The press of the crowd toward the elegantly set tables indicated that dinner would soon be served and they wended their way toward the dining room. It was a happy and familiar group who gathered round a table, mostly old friends with a couple of fresh faces. Floy and Lee, Terry Adderley and his new lady, Chazz and Randi, Rich McCarran and his wife Vivian, Chuck Stevens and his wife Helen, and Ed Mears and his longtime girlfriend, Lisa.

It was not a short evening. There were some preliminaries, announcements, the silent auction, introductions, and appearances by some of the dignitaries including Phil Hill the legendary racecar driver and noted car collector. Then there was dinner, fabulous if there ever was such a dining experience. Seven courses from soup to nuts—no kidding—and followed by desserts that featured something that everyone dying for. As they snacked on cheesecake and turtle pie and some kind of tort that smelled like heaven, the auction of the original event poster artwork commenced.

“Watch this,” Rich said with a wink as he began to jump up the bid fabulously. A collector from Michigan who had coveted each piece over the years jealously joined in the fray and soon Rich had boosted the bids into the lower six figures. “Hell, it’s for a good cause,” Rich chuckled.

Soon after the gavel rang down on the winning bid, a new record set by the buyer from Michigan, the after dinner music was struck up and the restless crowd began to drift onto the dance floor. At their table, Chazz and Randi were among the first to move.

“Do you like to dance?” Randi asked with a knowing grin.

“Let me show you how,” Chazz replied, and taking her hand, rose up from the table and led her onto the dance floor. “Besides, any reason to bring you into my arms is worthwhile,” Chazz whispered into Randi’s ear.

Not surprisingly they fit into each other’s arms flawlessly. Several other couples joined them on the dance floor, but they hardly noticed the others. Chazz could feel her energy as his hand rested on her back, flirting with the ample stretch of supple bare skin allotted by the sexy cut of her dress. He felt Randi press her body lightly against his, her breasts teasing his chest as her taut nipples raked through the layers of fabric separating them.

Although lacking the sublime grace of Fred Astaire and the athletic ability of Gene Kelly, Chazz was able to move smoothly with Randi as the orchestra played a set of familiar old standards. Nothing like a fresh rendition of something by Gershwin or Cole Porter. A few dances later they rejoined their friends at the table. The conversation revolved around the cars each had brought to the show interspersed with anecdotes about business and recent travels. Chazz was sounded chided by the ladies for being so slow in finishing his latest book.

“Well, let’s just say that I’ve found the solution to that situation,” Chazz said, his hand squeezing Randi’s thigh lightly where it rested out of eyesight.

“We all get our inspiration from the most unlikely sources,” Lee commented.

Chazz had noticed throughout dinner and now afterwards, that between conversation and dining and drinking, Rich McCarran would glance at Randi. At first, his expression was puzzlement, but after she and Chazz had returned from the dance floor, there appeared a look of recognition in Rich’s eyes, a sort of nodding approval. Later, when Randi and Floy and Vivian excused themselves “to the loo,” as Floy expressed in her latent Anglophile accent, Rich leaned over toward Chazz.

“That’s a beautiful young woman you have there, Chazz,” Rich said, his deep dulcet voice rumbling softly. “Where’d you meet her?”

“At a coffee shop down in the valley a few weeks ago,” Chazz replied proudly. “Sort of a serendipitous thing really.”

“But all things happen for a purpose, don’t they?”

“I suppose,” Chazz replied. “But then I’m certainly glad that this instance came about. It’s been an amazing few weeks.”

“I’m sure that it has,” Rich replied. “She is a most amazing young woman. Very smart and capable of incredible passion.”

“Yes, I know …” Chazz replied, then looked back at Rich. “You say that like you know her.”

“I do … I know of her,” Rich said, his voice low and private in tone. “It was a few months ago, at a … gathering of special friends. She was quite … um, popular, shall we say.”

Chazz tried to shrug off Rich’s comment but the words bit into him just a bit. He knew Rich as a gentleman but his comments revealed something else, something mysteriously dark though not forbidding. Chazz had become so focused recently, throwing himself into writing the book and growing this exciting new relationship with a remarkable young woman, that the issues of her past had never seemed to matter. Just as his past was behind him, Chazz didn’t feel that what Randi had done in the past mattered at all. Yet Rich’s words jangled his nerves.

When the ladies returned, Randi wanted to dance again, and Chazz joined her on the dance floor. Gliding across the polished parquet, he held her close again savoring her delightful presence, the sound of her girlish laugh, the sparkling glow in her eyes.

“You dance rather well, Mr. Mitchell,” Randi beamed as they moved smoothly to the strains of the old Harry Warren tune, “You’ll Never Know.”

“And you are a sheer delight on the dance floor, Miss Meadows,” Chazz replied with a grin. “Every moment I spend with you is like paradise.”

“The feeling is more than mutual,” Randi remarked.

“By the way, Rich mentioned that he knows you … knows of you,” Chazz said. He didn’t want his errant feelings to fester.

“Oh,” Randi said, her warm smile fading. “He does look vaguely familiar. I hope you don’t think that …”

“I don’t,” Chazz said. “There are some things about you that I don’t need to know, I don’t have to know, and maybe I don’t want to know.”

Randi glanced around at the crowded dance floor. “Perhaps we should go someplace where we can talk freely.”

“Sure,” Chazz said, and he led the way from the dance floor toward the veranda overlooking the ocean. Several other couples were enjoying the balmy evening air, so they found their way down toward a lush rose garden.

“The moon looks gorgeous tonight, doesn’t it?” Randi remarked, looking up at the clear night sky. A wondrous smattering of stars defied the bright lights of the town and sparkled across the sky.

“Yes, and so do you,” Chazz replied. He took her hand in his and pressed it to his lips.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

The spellbound look in Chazz’s eyes as she paraded before him was everything she’d hoped for. Pleasure washed over her like fine wine, bubbling through her veins leaving her drunk with arousal.

He devastated her senses, her breath catching deep in her throat, her eyes glowing back at him with adoration and breathless wonder. She took in the elegant male form in front of her, admiring the expensive, tailored lines of his formal wear, worn with a casual confidence she found intensely seductive. He was, quite simply, stunning and would turn every female head within viewing distance tonight. A satisfied shiver ran through her, pleased, proud and a bit humbled to be the woman that would walk in on his arm.

Bending down to put her shoes on, she stumbled. His hands settled around her hips, digging lightly into her tender flesh, his gaze focused on the sensual jiggle of her breasts as she straightened. When the strained fabric threatened to spill them from the gowns embrace she heard his breath stutter and giggled with delight. Asking for his help with a flirtatious moue of distress he knelt before her and she found herself swept away by the erotic press of his fingers and then lips against the silken arch of her foot. Oh God, could she make it through this banquet?

Returning the favor, Randi knotted his tie into place, aching with the intimacy of the simple task as her fingers tied the bow. He kissed her and she dropped her gaze, afraid of the depth of emotion spilling from her shining eyes, pulling lightly away from him to grab her purse.

The banquet itself was a fabulous affair, attended by the wealthy, the powerful, glittering big and small screen familiars, political figureheads and business moguls. She found the people watching fascinating and the warm easy acceptance by his friends immensely flattering.

For a moment she found herself grinning wryly as she looked around, remembering similar affairs out east she’d been obligated to attend when her plethora of excuses ran dry and she could no longer get out of it. She’d abhorred the formal pretentiousness of those events, the people, the food, the whole concept. Looking around she wondered why, enjoying the quick-witted conversation and the glittering personalities around her. Her gaze fell to Chazz, their hands entwined, bare inches separating their bodies as they conversed and acknowledged the difference.

“You know, there is no other woman in this room that I would rather be with than you,” his voice whispered huskily in her ear and she felt tears sting her eyelids. As always, he seemed so in tune with her it was spooky. Balancing on her tip-toes she pressed her lips to his in silent affirmation and agreement, her senses filled with him.

Randi found herself flying on the heady emotions coursing through her, fueling her vivacious spirit to new heights. She was on top of the world and others could sense it too, teasing the new couple in their midst with open and amused affection.

Then, out of nowhere, a wall of tension sprang up between her and Chazz that baffled her. They’d just come off the dance floor, their body language almost scandalous with the ardor between them. She’d gone with Flo to the powder room and when she came back Chazz’s body language was guarded, the tension in the lines of his handsome body impossible to ignore.

She felt the heated stare before she saw it, turning her head into the dark gaze of Rich McCarran seated next to Chazz. She froze as she saw recognition in his eyes even though she couldn’t place him, her hand reaching out to lie gently on Chazz’s sleeve, dismay cascading through her like a cold river. A slow song began to play and she leaned close, his arm encircling her waist as he rose, pulling her with him onto the dance floor. It was a poignant dance, her lover holding her close while his eyes searched hers, the silence deep between them. Shadows dimmed the brilliance of his emerald gaze as he held her tightly within his arms.

As they walked back to the table Chazz mentioned his conversation with Rich. She missed a step feeling the dismay turn into chilling concern as she looked into his eyes.

“I hope you don’t think…” her words faded out, barely a whisper as he steadied her, his arm returning to her waist, pulling her close.

“I don’t. There are some things…maybe I don’t want to know,” the words sank through her senses like stones, her heart plummeting after them.

His reaction frightened her, the words making no sense. There wasn’t anything she didn’t want to know about this man, good or bad. She wanted to share her soul with him, open herself to him completely. Her mind defined the emotions that had been building in her for weeks and surged with a life of their own tonight. She was in love with him, her body going rigid with the silent admission as she turned her luminescent gaze on his and searched his eyes.

She tried to read the shadowed questions that dimmed his magnificent stare and she reached out, compassion and reassurance flooding from her to him. She glanced at the veranda and followed as he changed his direction guiding her toward the French doors that would take them outside, give them some privacy from the clamoring throng.

“The moon looks gorgeous tonight, doesn’t it?” she asked when they’d reached the quiet of the garden below, biting her lip viciously with the inanity of the statement, scrambling to pull her thoughts together.

“Yes and so do you,” the quiet statement brought a mist of tears hearing the gentle affection and subtle distress that colored his tone. His kiss, pressed intimately against the palm of her hand centered her, gave her focus. He moved toward a stone bench in the garden, turning her body toward his as she sat beside him, her hands lightly gripping his, entwining their fingers together as she took a deep breath.

“I don’t know what to say, love. I didn’t recognize him at least not his features. It was his voice, something in his voice that sounded vaguely familiar. Judging by the look in his eyes I’d have to guess he has attended one or more of David’s house parties.

“I might have been blindfolded…he might have been watching from upstairs in the gallery…I don’t know…” I paused, searching his eyes for reaction.

“He was an observer not a participant. The house rules don’t allow strangers to participate in scenes. I have to admit I'm not so happy with his lack of discretion but I AM capable of incredible passion, lover…no one knows that better than you do because no one has ever brought me to some of the heights that you have.

“I never expected things to get this intense between us Chazz. I wouldn’t have thought it was possible but I’m happier right now than I have ever been in my life. . I wake up next to you in the morning, my love, feeling your body pressed against mine, feeling your arms around me and my world feels…right. The way you look at me, the way your eyes light up when I do something that pleases you, or teases you, or surprises you makes me want to find new ways to do it again and again and again. The communication between us is breathtaking…and priceless…and something that usually takes a long time to develop.

“We haven’t known each other long enough for me to feel a fraction of what I do for you but I’m crazy about you, head over heels in fact.” Her big blue eyes stared earnestly at him, her mouth quirking at the corner.

“I’m sorry if Rich’s words bother you, my love. I can’t change my past…but the future is a blank page... Tell me what’s going through your head, Chazz….please?”

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

“It’s so hard to say, to assemble the words,” Chazz began slowly. The lightest of breezes was coming in off the ocean; the night sky was defying the halogen loom of civilization with its spectacular show of lights; the moon held sway in the heavens, its luminous glow painting a swatch of warm blue light across Randi’s face. Chazz felt his heart racing to keep up with the multitude of thoughts that were swimming through his mind. “I never in my wildest imagination—and I do have one, you know—expected that you and I would turn out like this, sitting here in this … this … this incredible place, feeling the way we do about each other.”

Randi smiled. It was a nervous grin and Chazz felt that perhaps he hadn’t said enough. He sought through his head for the words that could reassure her but wasn’t sure where to start. As he held her hands between his own, feeling the delicate lacing of her fingers together, the throb of her pulse meshing with his own, Chazz knew what he wanted to say.

“You know that there isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do that would bring you pleasure and make you happy … because you have brought so much to me in such a short time,” Chazz admitted. “Although there are times when I can’t say that I’m completely unintimidated by what you have experienced in the past … your exploration of the realm of the senses probably outstrips mine at this point … but I don’t want to hold anything back from you, I want to find out about everything that you like and want and yearn for … and I want to share all of my own fantasies with you and make them all—yours and mine—come true.”

Randi closed her eyes and her head tilted toward him. Almost by instinct, Chazz leaned toward her and kissed her forehead. Just the scent of her hair, so uniquely her own, sent a shudder through his body. He placed a hand under her chin and lifted her chin up so their eyes could meet. He could see the tears forming, he could read the emotion in her expression, and he could sense the desires that must have been shooting through her.

“Randi, whomever we’ve been with and whatever has happened in your past or mine is important only in that it has formed us into what we have become … and I have fallen in love with that girl. What’s really important to me now is what we have shared together since we met and what we will share in the days to come.”

Chazz watched as the tears trickled down her cheeks and a radiant smile formed on her lips. He felt as nervous as a high school sophomore and his hands tensed and sweated just as badly.

“Whatever Rich may have seen or heard and why he may have felt it necessary to mention it doesn’t matter to me … for all I know he may be a little jealous to see you on my arm … but I have you and he doesn’t and I don’t intend to let you go, not now, not tonight.”

Randi’s jaw trembled as if she were trying to speak. But Chazz felt no need for words. He saw the expression on her face and he could read the emotions flickering in her eyes, so he simply leaned forward and kissed her. Their lips met lightly, a soft tentative kiss that grew and grew in intensity. Chazz loved the taste of her mouth, the softness of her lips and their dampened glossy sheen. And when he went to pull back, he felt her hand move quickly behind his neck, holding him in place. Her eager tongue lashed out passionately and they spent the next wondrous, glorious moments teasing and tasting each other until their breath grew rare and they had no choice but to inhale.

“Chazz, you … you make my heart sing,” Randi said in a voice filled with the passion of an eternal moment. “I know that it can only get better and I look forward to the music that we can make.”

“And the love … we can make,” Chazz interjected. He lifted his hand to her cheek and caressed it firmly. Her skin was so soft and she pressed her face against his touch. She took his hand and kissed it, the palm, the back, the knuckles and fingers.

“Chazz … don’t doubt my feelings about you, ever,” she whispered.

“I won’t,” Chazz replied, “Never.”

They sat together for a while longer, snuggling closely on the stone bench, gazing out at the shoreline and ocean and the gorgeous night sky. The sound of the orchestra playing a favorite old Rodgers and Hart tune wafted along the balmy night air, accompanied by the verdant scent of blooming roses. There were words that each of them must have thought, but none needed to be spoken for the moment. Their warm intimate touch and their sheer presence together communicated everything. Chazz turned his face toward her and buried his nose in the silky crush of her hair. He felt Randi lean into him, a kiss forming on his lips.

“Shouldn’t we be getting back?” Randi said finally, tilting her face up toward his.

Chazz chuckled. “Lord knows what they must think of us being gone so long.”

“Of course we can always give them something to talk about,” Randi teased, turning toward him, that familiar impish grin nipping at his sensibilities. Chazz felt her hand graze lightly down over his lap, reconnecting him to an awareness of his complete arousal. “You know how much I’ve wanted you, ever since this morning … and I can tell how you feel the same.”

“Oh, god, Randi … if it were only about that, I would make love to you right here, right now, regardless of who might be watching. But I want to make this night special, and I don’t want to share a moment of it with anyone. Selfish I guess …”

“No, no it’s not,” Randi replied.

“Besides, I want at least one more dance with my favorite girl,” Chazz interjected.

They kissed again, their hands reaching out to touch and caress each other for one more cherished and intimate moment before rising from the bench and wending their way up the path to the clubhouse. All of the doors onto the veranda had been swung open and the ballroom was filled with a merry, joyous sound. The orchestra was swinging out and Randi and Chazz went straight to the dance floor. They held hands and stepped right into the flow of the hot jazzy music. They stepped toward each other and sauntered away, they whirled and twirled and spun until they were almost dizzy. Then they fell into each other’s arms. They didn’t kiss although their lips were but a breath away; they didn’t make love although there was nary a millimeter separating their warm flushed bodies; they simply danced.

“Where have you two been?” asked Ed Mears when they rejoined their table. “We thought you might have been walking out by the ocean and fell in!”

“We were just enjoying the view outside,” Chazz remarked.

“It’s beautiful, just beautiful tonight,” Randi added.

They sat and talked with their friends and shared one last dance before leaving. They went around the table and bid everyone a good night.

“I hope that you have enjoyed yourself, dear,” Floy Bartell said with a warm grace. “I want to be sure that this young man of yours brings you around more often.”

“I’ve had a wonderful time, Floy.” Randi replied. “I hope we’re invited back again next year.”

“Well, if the new book does as good as the last,” Chuck Stevens remarked, “There will probably be a new addition to that little garage in the Hills so I’m sure the invitation is already in the mail.”

Everyone laughed and Randi and Chazz bid a hearty goodnight. They stopped on the way to the door at several tables to do the same. On the way out, while Randi visited the powder room, Rich McCarran approached Chazz.

“See you tomorrow, Chazz,” Rich said, extending his hand.

“We’ll be there bright and early,” Chazz replied, shaking the proffered hand.

“I feel like I should apologize to you, for my earlier remarks,” Rich said, his voice resounding with a certain apologetic tone. “That was out of line.”

“Hey … no problem,” Chazz said, glancing back along the corridor toward the ladies restroom.

“Seriously, Chazz,” Rich went on. “Over the years, you’ve always been a good guy, a big supporter of the old car hobby, and a friend … guess I let a little bit of envy get the better of me.”

“No worries, Rich,” Chazz replied. They shook hands again and Chazz felt a hand fall lightly on his shoulder. He knew well to whom it belonged, and he turned toward Randi and was greeted by a sweet little kiss.

“Have a great evening,” Rich said, and he gave them a little bow, a deferential gesture that surprised Chazz.

Randi smiled wonderfully and they bid Rich goodnight. They paused on the steps of the clubhouse and Chazz looked down into Randi’s lovely blue eyes.

“I love you, baby,” he said, and then repeated, “I love you.”

Chazz looped his arm down around Randi’s waist and pulled her firmly against his body. In the warm glow of the portico light, he felt her draw close to him. Randi was all dark hair and wide crisp blue eyes and flawless skin that was tucked provocatively into the stunning dress. But there was more than mere appearance, just as he had learned about her since they first met. There was the intense look in her eyes, the tenderness of her heart, the depth of her feelings, the crispness of her intellect, and the warmth of her playful humor. And there was so much more to come. “Now let’s beat this Popsicle stand.”

They scampered down the stairs and across the lawn to the Jag, their voices laughing delightedly. Just as Chazz fired up the engine and gunned it, Randi turned toward him …

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

She’d floated across the parking lot, the cool evening air brushing over her bare shoulder and the slopes of her breasts like a lover’s caress. Looped around her waist, Chazz’s arm was the only thing that anchored her to earth, her spirit floating, her mind reverberating with the husky, heartfelt phrase her lover had repeated, his eyes melding with hers leaving no doubt their sincerity.

Within the quiet confines of the Jag, the glorious dress tucked in around her she felt star struck, her mind a chaos of sheer delight. Dazed with the events of the night one shaking hand reached up to touch her cheek as she turned toward the man that had brought her to the very gates of heaven, her blue eyes darkened indigo by the force of her emotions, shimmering with her own love for him.

“Chazz…?” a gentle, breathy plea as the car rumbled to life with quiet power. His eyes found hers, widening with what he saw there then narrowing with sensual delight as he took in her body’s beckoning desperation.

“Yes, Randi?” strong fingers reached out to brush her cheek, his thumb sliding over the curve of her jaw in an aching trail of sensual promise. “What is it, love? What can I do for you?”

She watched his lips quirk at the corners with a familiar little smirk. Distracted, her imagination played a silent movie in her mind of every inch of her body that had felt their caress, the impact on her senses devastating. Arousal, rampantly voluptuous, seared through her veins and brought an aching whimper flooding from her, its impact on Chazz shuddering through both of them.

“Pinch me, Chazz,” the quiet statement rang between them bringing a moment of absolute silence, perfect stillness settling over his features as he sorted out her request. She waited, an impish grin tugging at her lips as she watched a baffled smile creep over his. “I’m either dreaming, lover….or I’ve died and gone to heaven. Pinch me…please…”

“Ahhhhh,” a sound so complete in masculine satisfaction, so overflowing with quiet appreciation and tender delight it settled over her like a physical touch, her breasts heaving as she struggled for breath that seemed drowned in rapture. The heat of his fingers traced gently down her chin, taunting the long line of her throat, pausing at the rapid pulse at its base before continuing, trailing a path of greedy flame in its path.

His thumb and forefinger paused at the ridge of the vein that covered that pulse, a caress so light she should barely have been able to feel it. Instead, it was all she felt, her eyes wide, mesmerized as he drew closer, pressing the sweet warmth of his lips to hers as they moved seductively against her.

“Here, Randi?” even as the words tumbled between their lips his fingers slid downward, tracing their molten path over the heaving swell of her breast, pausing where skin met silk and taunting the nerves there until her nipples ached with a painful clamor. “Or maybe here, baby?”

She closed her eyes, swept beyond the pinnacle that she’d believed to be the very height of arousal to a point that was almost spiritual, her body and mind combined on a plane that was pure need.

“No,” his breath on her lips heated and intent as his fingers dipped beneath the lush silk, teasing the slope of her cleavage while he feasted on the aching cry of pleasure that he solicited. “I think…” his voice went lower, throaty and breathless, “here.” In a wickedly tight grasp his thumb and finger came down on the rigid peak of her nipple, his arousal darkened eyes intent on hers as they flew wide in response, her back arching, pressing closer, her belly on fire, molten desire a torrent of eager greed within her.

“Oh God, Chazz…yes…”stunned with response she could only writhe in his grasp, nearly overwhelmed as his hand led hers to brush against the urgent thrust of his own arousal.

“Still dreaming, Randi?” the growl played over her lips as his teeth nipped at them.

“Oh no, my love. Heaven, beloved…you are pure heaven.”

“MMMmmm..heaven yes,” his hand pressing hers harder to the rampant thrust of him, “and hell, baby. Let’s get back to the hotel, I want this to be…perfect.”

His words reminded her of the arrangements she’d made with one of the bell boy’s back at the hotel. She struggled with her clamoring senses, brushing him lightly as he released her nipple with a husky groan and settled back into the driver’s chair with a long, shuddering breath.

It took every ounce of restraint within her to settle back into her own seat, her breathing audible within the confines of the automobile, a small smile of admiration lighting her face as he pulled the powerful machine into line and headed out onto the highway. Her fingers crept silently into her purse, pressing the programmed number on her phone, giving it enough time for a number of rings before hanging it up, a subtle glance in the direction of her partner assuring her of his concentration on the road.

“That was an interesting scenario I walked into out of the ladies room, Chazz…” she broached the subject playfully, remembering the way her nerves had tightened to see Rich and Chazz talking together.

“He apologized, Randi,” his calm tones mocked the voracious surge of her own inner hunger and she watched him intently as he shared the conversation with her. Her eyes grew wide with admiration.

“You are a prince, my love. More gracious and honorable than any I have ever met. I love you Chazz…I love you with all my heart.” They were pulling up to the hotel as she’d said it, the front tire skimming the curb as he turned his eyes upon hers, shining and intent, glowing down upon her. “And with all of my body, for as long as you want it, lover…but please…please….let’s hurry…”

He’d all but leaped from the car, tossing his keys to one of the boys as the bellhop let her out, scrambling in the lush folds of her dress, which seemed determined to impede her progress. His arm reached around her, the tips of his fingers falling on the under slope of her right breast.

His pace was slow, dignified and taunting as he led the way into the hotel. They’d stopped at the desk for a moment and in retrospect she supposed the sensuality between them was probably verging on the scandalous, but the thin lipped haughty look and the audible sniff from the woman behind them brought the humor, never far from Randi’s sensibilities, billowing to the surface. She took a quick look at the gleam in the woman’s older companion and couldn’t resist a bit of playful naughtiness.

“Oh look, darlin’,” her tone dripped sweet laughter as she pulled away from Chazz’s warm hand, turning her body to present the side of her skirt that was swept upward in a cascade of rich fabric. She watched the curious gleam in her lover’s eyes as she looked up at him innocently. “I have a run in my pantyhose…” she vamped for the couple behind them, the line from Pretty Woman dripping off her lips in eerie mimicry as she lifted the hemline of her gown up by slow increments, revealing the length of her leg to the thigh before glancing back to her partner’s amused features. “Oh wait….I’m not wearing any pantyhose.”

The woman behind the counter returned with a handful of pink message slips held in her hand, ignored by the narrowed gaze of her beloved partner as he took in the bare length of her leg. She’d removed the stockings in the ladies room of the clubhouse. His growl turned her legs to water, her hand dropping the cascade of silk back into place as she reached for the message slips seconds before he swept her off her feet, carrying her down the hall.

Her delighted laughter trailed behind them, her gaze back over his shoulder met with startled, amused glances from the other guests in the lobby. They reached their door and he swung her down, his hands tangling in the fabric of her skirt, pulling it upward, running one strong hand over the length of her thigh, pressing himself against her so tightly she gasped, feeling the crush of her flesh between his lean body and the door behind her before it opened.

Only his hand saved her from an ungainly sprawl as they moved through the doorway. Even with her back to the room she could smell the sweet scent of candles burning, see the glow on the walls around. Her arrangements appeared to have worked without flaw. She buried her lips into the nape of his neck as he spun her around pressing his length and hers up against the wall, one powerful knee thrust deep between her thighs as his hands cupped her breasts, pulling the silken restraint away from them with a soft tear.

“Welcome home, baby…” her words came out a whimper as she felt his knee nudging against the swollen, hungry intimacy of her sex, his low moan all the answer she’d ever needed.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

As the low growl rumbled from his throat and his knee caressed her warm moist mound, a realization brought the slightest trace of a grin to Chazz’s mouth: a certain someone had done some homework it would seem. The room was aglow in the wash of soft amber candlelight. The sound of a champagne bottle settling in its ice bucket rattled gently. But whether it was those things or the aroma of the bouquet of roses in a nearby vase and the petals strewn across the carpet and leading into the bedroom, or even the scent of the luscious woman whom he was embracing—that all was only secondary for Chazz was swimming in an intoxicating rush of swirling emotions and arousal.

Randi had looked so gorgeous in her dress that he wouldn’t have given a second thought to removing it had he not known of the lush beauty that lay beneath. Chazz cradled her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over the creamy flush of her cheeks. He guided them down over her neck and chest, pushing at the luxurious fabric of her dress until the silk surrendered to his touch with barely a fight. Chazz held her heaving breasts in his hands and Randi leaned back against the wall as if offering herself to him, opening her body to him just as she had opened her heart. He could even see her pulse throb in the flesh of her exposed neck.

He wanted her so much, so badly … he kissed her lips, her cheek, her neck, and her ear. His hands pushed at her dress lowering it down her body until it lay pooled at her feet and he could take in the full flower of her near naked beauty. All that broke her flawless expanse of perfectly tanned skin was the briefest of panties, a sexy little scrap of silk that certainly wasn’t designed to conceal anything. He fondled the dainty bows that rode upon each hip and murmured a soft moan.

“Mmmmm …”

“Chazz?” Randi sighed, her voice questioning and urgent. “Chazz?”

“What, baby?” he replied, tracing a fingertip along the tiny band of elastic that crossed her belly.

“Chazz, darling, I want you,” she sighed, her voice trembling with a demanding passion. “I’m finished with the teasing … I need you … now!”

“I know,” Chazz replied, running his hand firmly down over the patch of silk that covered her sex. His fingers cupped her mound, his middle digit pressing through the dampened fabric into her hungry slit. Her clear blue eyes were darkened with a lustful passion and gleamed with desire as they looked deeply into his. A low growl rose to Chazz’s lips. “I need you too, baby … now …”

Chazz took her nearly naked body in his arms just as he had done when they were dancing at the banquet. There may have been music playing somewhere, someplace in the hotel, but they didn’t need it as they glided through their suite toward the bedroom. Randi chuckled and rested her arm casually on the shoulder of his tux jacket. Their hands were clasped together tightly. They weaved together across the room, spun and dipped, bringing a girlish giggle from Randi. As she lay back surely in his grasp, a long shapely leg thrust out for balance, Chazz nuzzled his face playfully into the jiggling flesh of her breasts.

Then they stood again and danced along the path of strewn rose petals that led toward the bed. Chazz let his hand drift up and down the bare arch of her back, sampling her smooth silky skin until bringing it to rest just above the curve of her ass. Randi laughed again when they inadvertently bumped up against the foot of the bed. Chazz released his embrace and shrugged his jacket from his shoulders. Randi reached up to undo the tie she had so neatly knotted earlier that evening. When she pulled it free from his collar, Randi looked at it, examined it closely, then with an impish grin she looped it around her own neck and tied it into a simple bow. Chazz had never before seen a stretch of black satin look so sexy.

He took a step back and began to undress while Randi reclined on the bed amid the blanket of rose petals. His shirt tossed onto a nearby chair, his trousers folded neatly over the back of it, Chazz stood before her in just his black silk boxers. He could see Randi’s lust filled eyes focus on the tent of silk below his midsection. He smirked and ran his hand over the throbbing bulge, feeling his rampant manhood begging him for release.

“Chazz, you’re teasing me, love,” Randi called from the bed where she reclined, propped up on her elbows, her back arching provocatively.

“I am?” Chazz said, beginning to slowly tug his boxers down.

Randi bit her lower lip as a few inches of his waistline were revealed. “You certainly are,” she replied.

“But then … so are you,” Chazz said as his boxers revealed the base of his raging manhood.

“Not me, my love,” Randi protested sweetly. “I would never tease you.”

Then she lay back down on the bed and her hands went to her breasts, scooping them up, squeezing them, holding them upright, topped enticingly by her rosy erect nipples. Chazz worked his shorts lower and lower and Randi moaned when his almost fully erect member sprang free. When he finally stood at the foot of the bed completely naked, she reached to pull down her panties, but Chazz stopped her.

“No, that’s my job,” he said, kneeling on the bed between the spread of her legs. He reached toward her hip and pulled at a bow of her panties, tugging the dainty tie free. When the other side was undone and the strings lay helplessly on her belly, Chazz ran his hand down between her legs feeling the damp heat of her sex. He grabbed the sodden scrap of silk and pulled it free from her body and tossed the bare excuse for panties onto the nightstand. He ran his hands up over her glorious trembling body as she extended her arms above her head. Then he bent over her and placed a hand on either side, suspending his body over hers, the dangle of his hard-on close to bumping against her belly, his face dangerously close to hers. Randi circled her hands up around his neck.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this moment, Chazz,” Randi said, her voice heavy with desire. “I’ve been wanting to get you back into bed ever since you got up this morning … during breakfast … in the shower … during the drive … when dancing with you tonight …”

“Well, there isn’t any other place to go, nothing more important to do than this,” Chazz said. As he slumped down, Chazz felt her body welcome him, her legs parting for him, her arms wrapping around him, her lips begging for his kiss. He lowered his lips to hers and they caressed each other, sensing the unbridled passion raging through their bodies.

Chazz found her waiting for him, welcoming the thrust of his masculinity, drawing him deep inside her. They paused for that one great breathless moment when their bodies became united and their eyes hooked up. The depth and breadth of their emotions flashed back and forth between them as Chazz probed the slick hot velvet of her sex. Every ounce of tension that had been building up through the events of the day exploded and showered down upon them in torrents of mad sensations.

They gripped each other tightly and ground their bodies together. Each long, languid, penetrating stroke went straight to Chazz’s pleasure center and he hoped to Randi’s as well. He growled like a rutting beast caught up in a powerful unconscious expression of being; completely uninhibited, Randi cried out from the extreme burning pleasure that he was driving to her center. The sheer pleasure of the moment was the reward for all toward which they had been building all day.

They rolled and romped on the bed, the rose petals flying, as they tried different and new positions, each one bringing them closer to the paradise they wished to enter. Randi on top … the two of them side by side … her body folded up like a pretzel … then finally Randi on her hands and knees with Chazz entering her from behind bringing them to a hard fast sweaty climax.

“Oh, god yes!” Randi screamed as she thrust her body back against him. “Fuck me, lover! Fuck me! Yes … yes … yes!”

“Fuck, yeah!” Chazz cried out. “Oh, fuck!”

Chazz smacked her ass, pulled her hair, fingered her clit slavishly until he felt his own climax begin to erupt and match hers. Then he gripped her hips and thrust himself into her, feeling each load of his seed shoot deeply inside her. They collapsed onto the bed in a thick sweaty embrace. For several moments, the rapid fire of their breathing precluded any words being exchanged.

“This … this … this must be heaven,” Chazz finally managed.

“Mmm, lover,” Randi hummed. She had managed to roll over onto her back and lay beside Chazz’s heaving form. Their kisses and caresses were gentle and loving, and their words of praise deep and heart felt.

Then something caught his eye. Chazz gazed over to the nightstand and checked out a small container of some kind. “What have we here?” he asked upon discovering that it was warm pot of oil. “Who’s idea was this?”

“Um, mine,” Randi said with a giggle.

Chazz dipped a finger into the pot to test the temperature. “Mmm, nice touch,” he said sitting up with a devilish grin. “Sort of gives me ideas, you know.”

“That was part of the plan, lover,” Randi replied.

“Coconuts?” Chazz asked as he sniffed the oil. Randi nodded. He dipped a second finger into the oil and then brought them dripping over to Randi’s breast nearest him. He circled her taut erect nipple with the warm oil, feeling the aureole tense up and pucker beneath his touch. He did the same with her other breast, spreading the oil over her luscious skin. Then he spread the warmed oil on both of his hands and began to massage her chest her neck and her shoulders. Randi’s tanned skin began to glow like polished brass as Chazz worked the oil into her supple body. Every part of her that he touched seemed to come fully alive and the flush of her renewed arousal spread as he worked his way down her body.

“Mmm, lover!” she called out as his hands reached her feet …

 

[Original_Cyn2]

randi

There was something exquisitely primal in Chazz’s expression as he watched her uncontrolled reaction to the force of his knee against her greedy sex. She thrilled with the unbridled hunger in his eyes and thrust her hips forward, crushing the lush silk of her dress between them, feeling her own ardor slick between her legs.

She was ready…so very ready…taunted both deliberately and at times unintentionally by the avid sensuality of the man before her…all day long. She felt her body cleave to his as he pressed her against the wall, felt his fingers slip lightly against the silken line of her gown. The tiny hidden loops finally gave way beneath his insistent, demanding hands; the feel of his flesh, hot, hungry against hers leaving her breathless.

She sprawled against the cool support of the wall in a wanton posture that presented her charms to him in every way she could offer. His expression; subtle, sublime acceptance of her most intimate gifts heated her soul in a way nothing else could have. In that moment, Randi gave herself to Chazz in a manner she had never experienced before, her soul in her eyes and his acceptance reflected in every movement of his body.

Aristotle once said that love was one soul inhabiting two bodies. Their movements, a dance of erotic intimacy across the suite and into the bedroom was a simple expression of that belief, each step the tandem movement of one soul, the ultimate expression of inimitable rapport.

For the first time in their relationship she found herself unwilling, unable to wait as he shed his clothes, all control paling beside her need for him. Never shy, Randi felt her eagerness overflow into something that approached randy greed.

“Chazz….you’re teasing me, love,” she struggled to keep her tone from petulance, striving for non chalance and failing miserably. Her hands cupped the fullness of her breasts, stroking their eager slopes, teasing their hard, aching tips before his avid eyes, feeling her inner muscles clench deep in her belly, needing him.

Every cell in her body accepted him, invited him, screamed for him as he shed the silk boxers and lowered himself on top of her, pinning her to the bed with a soft moan of appreciation. As he knelt between her legs coaxing the wet scrap of silk from between her thighs, pulling apart the tiny bows on her hips and removing her panties, her hips lifted in greedy hunger that made him chuckle. His lips met hers, softly, exploring each curve, delving between her lips to play with the delicate inner skin, his tongue playing against her teeth, seeking entrance. She gave it gladly, beckoning him in further, her own tongue shamelessly eager as it played with his, drawing him into the recesses of her mouth in a kiss that shattered her soul.

Her senses were so wrapped up in the kiss that the initial thrust of him, the spongy, swollen head of his masculinity nudging between her lips to be drenched in her own sweet ardor went unnoticed. Only the gentle guidance of his hand, pulling him back from the entrance of her sex to nudge lightly against her swollen, hungry clit distracted her from his lips, nipping and probing the depths of her mouth.

She gasped, arching her back, thrusting her hips up toward him, feeling like a live wire that could only be grounded by his flesh. Opening her eyes she sought his gaze, swept away with the stunned adoration in his deep green eyes as he drank in her responses. She pressed upward, feeling him press against the folds of her sex, feeling him nudge up against the entrance, catching her breath as she begged silently for so much more. He watched her, his eyes brilliant and intent as they probed hers, her nod a plea for fulfillment so intense she watched him gasp.

He entered her, the full power of his thrust accepted unconditionally within the slick ready depths of her sex, her back arching, her hips thrusting upwards to take every inch of him with ardent fervor. Existence became obsolete. For her, for him, life and breath stopped, passion cresting to such a peak it hurt. A perpetual moment of sheer, complete passion, their bodies cresting on the wave of sensuality, a tide that had built all day and now threatened to drown her in sheer bliss. She gazed at her lover in awe even as her body clenched around him, tightening its hold, stroking him in an intimate embrace.

She was ready…aching with her need for release even as he pulled away to leave her gasping, struggling to follow his urgent hands to a different position, curling up on her side as he spooned with her and entered her again, writhing against him as he penetrated, deeply, making her beg even as she clung to him. Again and again, deeper and deeper, he took her feeling the crest of her arousal as it slowly expanded, gauging her reactions and stopping, yet again, as she reached the very peak.

“Oh God, Chazz….oh God….” It was all she could say as he guided her on top of him and she felt him plunder her deeply, her hips striving to meld with him, to create the rhythm that would make him hers. And she found it, his hands on her hips encouraging her, letting her drive herself against him until they both cried out with need, tossing her onto her side against the damp silk sheet seconds before she came. It was all she could do to writhe there, Chazz’s hands restraining her own from touching herself as he nudged her to her knees.

“Oh fuck, Chazz…you know I love it like this,” her cry was a mix of desperation and exultation as she braced herself, her palms splayed flat against the sheet, her knees wide, the full curves of her bottom beckoning him.

His grunt of acknowledgement brought her quickly to heel as she held herself trembling for his entrance. When he took her it was hard, fast and primal, blinding her senses to anything but release.

“Oh God yes. Fuck me, lover. Fuck me…yes…yes…yes…” each yes became an earthy grunt of impact, Chazz’s hands, one wrapped deep in the roots of her hair, pulling without thought, the other coming down hard on her ass and hips before reaching around to stroke the swollen, ravenous little nub that responded shamelessly to his caress.

She exploded, her mind screaming with pleasure, her body arching, writhing, aching with climax so intense it incapacitated her. Deep within her, thrust as far as he could go, she felt him spill within her, hot, thick and abundant, seconds after the first wave hit her.

“Oh Goddddd….yesssss….” she’d never felt it like this before, her body and his so completely, helplessly sated. She felt herself slip exquisitely beyond herself into another reality altogether.

Chazz’s body, sliding in the pool of their combined sweat, slid down her own, something she felt but not really, just like the rapid, raspy pant of their breath. She heard his comment about heaven, appreciated it deeply in an unconnected way, rolling onto her back in a heady mix of sated bliss and sensual trance. She watched him, felt him, explore the room, taking in the glow of numerous candles, the roses and their petals that were strewn about, sensing his interest in the fragrant oil warming over one candle on the bed side table even before his comment.

She’d found a thick, rich sweet almond oil and had it mixed with a cocoanut scent that teased the senses. Actually, it had teased the senses when they’d come in…as sated and overwhelmed as she was she found it almost overpowering now, turning over with quiet pleasure as Chazz dripped it over her breasts. His fingers taunted her nipples, deliciously sensitive with her climax, as he rubbed the oil into them, moving out in large circles to include the full slope of each curve before moving lower. She felt her skin glow, outside, like her senses glowed inside and sighed with abandon as he moved over her hips, her thighs, her calves and the tension in her feet.

“Here, baby? Does this feel good?” his fingers caressed the arch of her foot, kneading the strained muscles there and encompassing her toes in a powerful stroke that had her moaning in bliss. His soft chuckle of intimate laughter made her squirm, raising her head to look down at him even as she flexed her foot deliciously in his grip. “They say you know it was good if a woman curls her toes,” her teased her, massaging the cords of tension from the ball and arch of her foot.

“Then you should be very, very proud of yourself, lover…because if my toes had curled any more, they would never have come undone. Oh Chazz…that feels soooo good. But baby…c’mere.”

She flexed her body, stretching sensuously beneath his gaze as he reluctantly gave up her foot, sliding up next to her and pressing himself against her in a way that felt like heaven itself….like an extension of herself. Her hand reached out, stroking his chest and feeling the muscles quiver beneath it, not quite able to prevent the satisfied grin that cheekily wreathed her lips.

“It’s my turn, lover, I want to caress every inch of you until you lay there a relaxed, sated puddle of masculine perfection.” She watched him grin wryly at her words and her gaze fell over him. No, perhaps not perfect in silly little ways…but who was? To her, this man, with all of his creative ingenuity, his intellect, his boyish enthusiasm for anything and everything, his passion, his consideration, his grace and bold sensuality was her idea of masculine perfection…in every way. “Shall I start on the front?”

He gazed up at her with those endlessly alluring eyes, eyes that could make her glow from the depths of her dreams, or across a room, or as they watched her from inches away and she felt herself melt with love, with pride and with honest affection for him. He reached out, grabbing the small stand, oil, candle and all, bringing it to her fingertips as her eyes widened in concern. She dipped her hand into the thick, sensual oil, rubbing it against her other hand before dipping in for more. He pulled it back, spilling a soft bead of hot wax on her thigh, his eyes narrowing on hers as she gasped with the unexpected pain and pleasure of the sensation, before setting the oil back on the table.

She tore her eyes off his, tore her mind from the bittersweet wax and leaned against him, her dripping hands starting at the nape of his neck, stroking the oil into the knotted shoulders, digging into each muscle, feeling each relax against her onslaught. Randi heard his sigh, pure relief, and ached with the pleasure of touching him, moving over his shoulders, down his arms, before exploring the sensuality of his hands. She pressed her thumbs into his palms and felt him shudder, laved some of the oil from his shoulders and entwined her fingers with his, euphoric in the erotic dance of exploration.

When he reached for her, she pushed him backwards, pressing her lips against his lightly, asking silently for his tolerance and basking in his acquiescence as he settled deeper into the soft down of the duvet. Dipping her hands, one after the other, into the warmth of the oil she explored his chest, sliding her fingertips lightly against the tiny, hard male nipples and reveling in the quick intake of breath that made his chest rise to meet her hands. Slowly, moving lower, she outlined each muscle, each delicious quiver, stroking them into tranquility despite himself, feeling her own desire heighten with each new muscle conquered.

She reached the lower v of his belly, feeling him quiver beneath her fingers as she traced the fine blonde hair that only grew thicker, a bit lower. Even trimmed as he was, the pale wash of curls between his legs was thick and luxuriant, making her ache to comb her fingers through them. She did, thrilling with the sensation, watching Chazz’s closed eyes flicker at her touch, smiling as she watched his cock twitch and shudder, her fingers slipping deeper, sliding lightly over his groin, traveling delicately to the base of his cock and circling the full swell of his balls. Randi smiled beatifically as Chazz opened his eyes, sucking in a soft breath.

“I think I need some more oil, lover…” she teased, still feeling the curve of his balls against her fingertips even though she now held them out, palms up, to her lover.

His eyes never left hers as one hand sought and found the oil, dipping in and coming out to caress her own, an erotically intimate, breathless moment. Even as he reached the other hand toward the dish, turning his body slightly, she pulled away, cupping him in her hands, feeling the full swell of his balls against her touch, slicked with oil and throbbing with instant desire. She felt his desire, her body mimicking the response with a warm surge of arousal that left her open mouthed and wide eyed.

His other hand came up, fingers extended to paint her nipples in the warm, slippery oil and she gasped with the rampant urgency that so defined her response to him, from the moment they’d met.

“Oh yes, Chazz,” her husky murmur brought a bit more than a twitch, his cock beginning to thicken with interest while she pulled her hand away.

With a devilish smile, she pushed his hand away, turning her body and straddling him at the same time, bringing her sex down within inches of the warm flesh of his belly. She heard his breathing stop, for a second, before his warm, oily hand came down on the cheeks of her bottom, smoothing in the oil, stroking her to distraction.

Diligently, she moved downward, digging her tiny hands into the long muscles of his thighs, enjoying their stubborn resistance even as she soothed the knots there, reveling in his sigh of pleasure, yearning for his own touch that seemed to have stopped with the distraction.

She continued until she hit the calf muscle, stretching herself sensually against him, her back arched, the full curves of her bottom poised eagerly for his touch. A posture, a position that brought her to aching erotic awareness.

The spatter of wax from his fingertips to the sensitive flesh of her thighs was so unanticipated it made her buck against him, nearly upsetting the candle. Shuddering, she pressed her belly against his quickening cock, her breasts pressed hard against thighs, her face against his calves and moaned feverishly for more, her body held still and poised for his attention.

For a moment she wondered if she’d crossed the line, if her pleasure at the soft sting of hot wax dismayed him. She waited, still, silent, trembling with the mix of emotions that swept her and afraid to look back at him, to read his expression. Then she felt the thrust of him against her belly, hard and demanding, fully aroused…an exquisite harbinger of his mood. Just as quickly, she felt the warm sting of more wax against her thighs….then the fuller, hotter drops on the eager cheeks of her ass…

“Oh baby..” her moan, low, husky and full of sensual abandon, said it all.

So quick was her own arousal she felt the moisture slick her lips, cling for a moment and then cascade over them, dripping down onto his belly, down over her thighs. For a crazy moment she blushed crimson, dazzled and a little embarrassed by the extent of her own hunger.

“Oh yeah, Randi,” Chazz’s growl, ardently aroused caressed her senses as his fingers traced a path over the trail of her own pleasure. “Jesus, baby…”

She didn’t need his eager pushes, his hands pulling her upright, sliding against the wax that adorned her skin, urging her down upon his throbbing, rampant masculinity that sprang to life against her belly. She slid down, lifting her hips, positioning herself above him…

“Like this, lover? One plunge, hard, deep…oh God so deep…until you’re as far inside me as we can get…yes?” her cry, teasing, urgent and wanton with arousal rang through the suite as she sat poised above him…

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

Every inch of his body was tingling from the deeply sensual massage of Randi’s hands and from the exquisite look of her eyes raking over his taut and aroused physique. Although he had reached an astounding climax minutes before, Chazz felt his body become charged and his manhood rise up eagerly with Randi’s loving manipulation. Her fingers never let go of him, curling and stroking and fondling each part of him until his voice erupted in a series of guttural growls and heavy sighs.

The accidental spilling of hot wax on Randi’s body had turned into another game as Chazz noted her incensed response. She would flinch and quiver from the pain then exhale a hearty breath of pleasure, as her skin grew flushed. He dribbled the hot wax over the curves of her ass, painting over the rouged impressions of his hands remaining from their prior orgiastic lovemaking. Then she wanted him … again. Chazz could feel it. He gazed at her body poised above his, his fully erect member bumping proudly against her wet greedy labia. Her voice was urgent and wanton in its demand.

“Like this, lover? One plunge, hard, deep … oh God so deep … until you’re as far inside me as we can get … yes?”

“Yeah, baby, one deep hard fuck inside you,” Chazz growled.

In one sumptuous push, Chazz thrust himself up against her, penetrating her completely; Randi let herself fall down against him, their bodies meeting in a glorious forceful collision that brought a whimper and a groan from them both. He felt his shaft fill her fully, the head thumping against her cervix; Randi gripped his cock tightly, every muscle of her center clasped snuggly around him.

Chazz stung her wax sodden ass with a quick throbbing smack that only seemed to incite her passion more. She rose up, leaving the full length of his shaft glistening with the sweet nectar of her teeming arousal, then plunged down again just as hard as the first time. Chazz dredged up more of the warm oil and rubbed it over her back with both hands as Randi rose and fell upon his body, impaling her sweet sex with his throbbing member.

With a finger drenched with oil, Chazz probed the tight rosebud of her ass as Randi rode her pussy up and down his hard slick shaft. He felt her shiver as she let out a sharp shriek. When he pushed a second finger up inside her hot ass Randi cried out to him.

“Chazz … Chazz … oh, God! Fuck me, Chazz!” Randi looked back over her shoulder at him, her clear blue eyes glazed over with a dusky blaze of lust and desire. Her head bounced with each of their mutual thrusts and parries, her lush ebony tresses cascading down over her golden tanned backside.

Through the sheer force of their momentum Chazz had slowly directed their hotly linked bodies over toward the edge of the bed till their legs dangled over the side and they were able to find additional leverage. Chazz continued to finger her ass and essayed his other hand around her waist and plunged it down to frig her clit. Randi’s movements grew frantic as her wholly roused body rose and fell with an urgent craving for more and more.

“Oh, fuck … Randi … I love this … so much … you feel … so good … to me!” Chazz called out to her, the tone and cadence of his voice revealing the husky unrestrained ardor that was rippling through his body. He came to a sitting position behind her now, both of his hands finding a supple purchase riding on her hips, helping to guide her up and down to her chosen level of ecstasy. When Randi paused for a moment to steady her position, his mouth found the delicate skin of her shoulder and his hands captured the full swell of her breasts. He kissed the raw impression left by his teeth and moved toward her neck, leaving a sharp trail of nibbles, salved by the brushing of his tongue and sweetness of his kisses.

“Oh, God, Chazz! Please fuck me!” Randi cried out straining her body against the firm grasp of his arms.

“You want more of me, sweet girl?” Chazz teased as he held her aroused and writhing body snuggly. Her hips were grinding firmly against his lap, her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, her hands gripping his wrists seeking to loosen his grip on her.

“Oh, yes, Chazz,” Randi pleaded. “Let me go … let me please you … let me fuck you!”

Slowly Chazz relinquished his hold on her and took her hips in hand, guiding her to a perfect pace as she began to rise and fall on his lap. Placing her hands on his knees, she leaned forward and rocked up and down. Chazz let her go and seek the release that she wanted so very much, luxuriating in the gorgeous view of the hourglass shape of her backside as it rose and fell upon him and the awesome glimpse of his fully erect cock, glistening with their cum, as it disappeared between the cheeks of her ass.

His thrusts penetrated deep within her tight gripping cunt, conquering her reserve as she ground herself harder and harder against him. With a furious series of cries and whimpers, Randi came gloriously and profusely, falling back into Chazz’s waiting embrace, her chest heaving, her face dampened with perspiration, her body trembling head to toe. Chazz turned her cheek toward him and kissed it. His hands played over her body, brushing past her hard puckered nipples, plying down her panting chest and belly, caressing the flair of her hip before looping around her waist and simply holding her tightly.

“Oh, Chazz … I can’t believe the places you take me,” she murmured, her voice a lush mix of pleasure and satisfaction. Appropriately enough, the champagne bottle settled further down into the bucket, reminding them of their mutual thirst, and they reluctantly separated. In the candlelight, Chazz popped the cork and poured the rich bubbling wine into the pair of crystal flutes. Randi chuckled as she watched him, suddenly making Chazz mindful of his nakedness, his proud manhood still largely erect and dangling between his legs. “You are a beautiful man,” she commented with a wry little smirk, as he handed a glass to her.

“And you are a gorgeous uncommon dream,” Chazz responded, tinkling their glasses together. “And one that is very, very real and very dear to me.”

With a joint smile they sipped from the fizzing flutes. In a soft embrace, they moved to stand at the open doorway leading out onto their private balcony. The sound of the surf meeting the shore resonated up the beach to them.

“This feels so good, so right,” Chazz said, his arm slipping around her waist.

“And there is so much more for us to learn and share, don’t you think?”

“Of course. I feel like I’ve known you for so long, yet there is so much more that I want to know, so much more that I want to experience … with you.”

“Me too,” Randi admitted. “And won’t that be fun?”

By the time the second glass was poured and half consumed, Randi excused herself to the restroom. Chazz stood looking out at the ocean and mulled over the events of the day. It had been so full, so rich with excitement and satisfaction, yet there was still a depth of desire burbling inside him. Then he remembered the small case that he had placed under the bed out of sight. Someone else had done his homework too, he chuckled aloud to himself. He went to the bed and brought the case out, set it on the dressing table, and opened it. He looked over the contents. Hmm, where to start? he thought. Then he saw the ice bucket and chuckled.

By the time Randi emerged from the bath, just slightly refreshened—her hair still delightfully tousled, her body still glistening from the oil, his black satin necktie still delightfully knotted around her neck—Chazz was standing by the ice bucket replenishing their champagne.

“Is it hot in here or is it me?” Randi asked as Chazz handed her the refilled flute.

“I think, my dear that it just might be you,” Chazz teased. “But never fear, I have a certain cure.” When he lifted his hand as if to caress her body, it was a chunk of ice that greeted Randi’s flesh.

“Jeez!” she exclaimed, jumping instantly but then falling against his hand as the ice began to melt from the heat of her body. “You sneak!”

“Hey! You said you were hot,” Chazz protested as he began to tour her body with the ice, raising goose bumps as he went over her chest and belly and arms.

“I know … but!” Randi shivered as the cool water ran down over her body. When Chazz dipped the ice down to her pussy, she shrieked softly. “All right!”

Randi set down her champagne, reached for the bucket and quickly grabbed a hunk of ice, looking one way with an impish grin that should have forewarned Chazz but didn’t as she brought it the other way directly to Chazz’s groin. He howled from the shocking pain then growled from the ensuing pleasure. From there it became a heated contest as they raided the ice bucket to tease and taunt each other by running ice over whatever parts of each other that they could possibly reach. Their clinch soon became a wrestling match as first one then the other got control enough to rub their partner in a handful of ice cubes. They ended up against the wall beside the desk, Chazz pinning Randi with one firm hand while the other ran the last large chunk of ice up and down along the slit of her sex. The melting runoff dripped down her thighs as she protested and struggled to free herself.

“Chazz, darling, please,” she begged as he guided the ice back and forth along her luscious labia unremittingly. “Please … I’ll do anything … aaanythiiing!”

“Hmm, anything … that’s a pretty big word, baby,” Chazz said, feeling the ice melt as he shoved it up her tingling twat. “You’ll do anything?”

Their eyes met in a deep exchange, locking upon one another with an unrelinquished gaze. There was a flickering of laughter in her eyes, a bit of defiance, and a lot of unrelenting arousal. Chazz could feel the press of her limbs and body against him, he could sense the ardor, the yearning, and he loved every moment. He could feel her body quivering as he moved the ice all around her pussy.

“I’ll do anything … anything to feel your heat inside me again … anything!”

“Then maybe you’ll do this,” Chazz remarked calmly, even though his voice belied the peaking fascination he had for this moment. The ice had melted inside Randi’s hot pussy leaving only Chazz’s fingers to occupy her most sensitive region, the feeling only barely dulled by their play with the ice. With a final flurry of twirling fingers, Chazz withdrew his hand from her pussy, grabbed her wrists together, and took hold of his case of toys with the other, leading Randi over to the rumpled bed. “I’m not sure of the protocol here, but I am inclined to offer this as the lady’s choice.”

Holding her securely within his grasp, Chazz opened up the case so that Randi could see what treasures lay inside. They were toys that he had collected over the years but had been largely unused pending the appearance in his life of a willing woman. He watched her eyes take a quick survey; a blindfold, an ostrich feather, a flexible leather whip, a long wooden paddle, a pair of fur-lined cuffs, a length of soft rope, a handful of neatly folded old silk neckties, a modestly obscene dildo and matching plug, and a pair of clamps and rings. There were some massage oils and candles too, but Randi had already beaten him to the punch on that.

“So baby, what will it be? Pick your poison.”

Randi bit her lower lip as she looked up to Chazz …

 

[Original_Cyn2]

randi

The entire night had been one of fantasy turned reality, long moments that usurped the boundaries of heaven and fell wantonly beyond.

Randi’s body, mind and soul were on fire for the man beside her, the man that stroked her, on one level or another to heights that defied description.

Pleasure that was almost frightening sucked at her spirit as his hands caressed her, as he plunged into her depths with a fervor that matched her own. The hot wax dripping over her body enflamed her, his roving fingers, stroking every inch of her, made her scream his name. The imprint of his teeth at her shoulder, raw and ragged, branded her like only Chazz could, her pleas for him trebling in greedy hunger.

When his hands gripped her hips, so firmly she knew they would bruise and his body gave her the permission she was begging for she felt the sweet waves of climax flood her, cascading through her belly, tightening the grip of her cunt around the full thrust of him like a fist while she screamed with sweet abandon. She came…like never before…each wave a tidal force inside of her, each glorious crest an unimaginable delight.

He held her, tight, close to his body, his hands soothing, soliciting each sweet ripple as he whispered encouragement, reveling as much in her pleasure as she. Her eyes met his, glowing with pleasure and emotion so deep it defied words. He made their love-making a work of art, never stinting on the details, bringing every facet of every moment to rich, clear, poignant life. Her gaze caressed him, sharing the adoration she felt, feeling his acknowledgement in his touch.

Ice. Cold and wet on hot flesh. Her gaze flew to his, watching the sparks of passion glowing in their green depths as his fingers slid the melting cube over the hot slit of her sex.

“Ohhhh…Chazz…” her moan was raw, undiluted need. “I’ll do annnnnyyyythinggggg…”

She heard his breath catch with the word anything, watched his eyes pin hers. There was a strange gleam in his eyes that she found appealing, intriguing, mesmerizing. Randi watched his hands reach for the box, open it, displaying its contents and her eyes widened.

Surprise quickly gave way to delighted appreciation as he displayed the contents. Her gaze met his, uncertainly at first, with adoration and raw hunger a moment later.

“So baby, what will it be? Pick your poison…” his voice sounded nearly raw with anticipation and she felt it cascade through her senses like a drug.

“Oh Chazz…” she bit her lip, her eyes searching his with uncertainty. “Are you sure?”

“Shhhh…choose baby,” his voice was almost a growl.

She’d watched as his eyes judged hers, ready to pull back at any point. It was huge step in their relationship, a first for both of them. She reveled in the moment. Randi reached out for Chazz’s hand, grasping it between both of hers, acknowledging the new territory for both of them before dropping her eyes to hide the sudden apprehension that flooded her.

What was she doing? She’d asked for this from him in a number of subtle and not so subtle ways…and yet… His eyes met hers, warm, reassuring and inquisitive and she felt her fears slip away.

“I would like you to always see the hunger, the passion, in my eyes.” She threw the blindfold across the room. Her eyes and then her fingers fell on the clamps, picking them up before falling into his hands and guiding them up to nipples. They gasped together as the metal bit into tender skin, lighting fires previously unknown.

Choice had never been an option prior to this and Randi reflected on this heavily before striding across the rooms to her own bags. Slowly, she drew out a quad of heavy leather cuffs, raw on the inside and shining with accoutrements on the outside. The buckles rang out their own song, a melody that shivered through her like liquid bliss as she handed them to her lover. She reached for the silk neckties, pushing them toward him hesitantly, her hands encompassing the leather whip with them. She watched him intently, her body language beckoning.

"Are you sure?" tones so deep she hardly recognized them, his words caressed her ears as his hands played the thin, sharp leather across her tender skin.

"Yes..." a breathless sigh, her hands guiding his to the restraints. "Oh Godddd..." as he'd opened the buckles, bringing the leather around her wrist, the sweet jangle of hardware stroked her nerves, the impatient bite of leather against delicate skin aroused more primal feelings.

"Please baby...I'm sure..." her voice, erotic and sensually provocative enticed, teased...taunted...

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

How was it possible for two people so distinctly different to come together with such grace and intensity and yearning? There was no answer, only the reality of their union, blissful and intense and dynamic. The entire day had seemed like a dream, from the exquisite intimacy of waking together, through the relentless teasing during the morning and afternoon of their journey, and culminating in their evening together, the banquet and the aftermath—and, oh! What an aftermath that was!

But now as things had taken a decided turn, events seemed to be spiraling out of control, yet neither of them wanted to stop. Once begun, their passion had started to roll and nothing was going to interrupt its continuum. One by one, they had revealed their innermost desires and each revelation brought with it a renewed sense of desire and longing for the other.

Chazz had been curious about which toys Randi would choose to play, if any. Although the vast majority of his relationships had been what would easily be classified as “vanilla” by those in the Lifestyle—he unabashedly derived great enjoyment from straight sex—but he had never been shy about experimenting with his lovers, dancing along that fine line between pleasure and pain. Sometimes they enjoyed the experimentation; sometimes it had scared his lovers off. But as this relationship with Randi had deepened, so had his curiosity about her darkest desires. He wanted to couple this curiosity to his urge to lead her to greater heights of pleasure and ecstasy.

Chazz smirked as she tossed the blindfold away saying, “I would like you to always see the hunger, the passion, in my eyes.” He was glad that she had for he loved the look in her eyes as she picked up the clamps and implored him to apply them to her nipples. He could see her flinch and the flicker of fire start to blaze in her eyes as the cold steel bit into her tender sensitive flesh. She selected the neckties and the whip, and rose up to open her own bag and retrieve a set of heavy leather cuffs. She stood before him needy and eager, her body calling out to him.

“Are you sure?” he asked, knowing how what happened next could change their world entirely and take them to a new level of pain and pleasure and intimacy. Were they about to plunge into an abyss, or were they about to climb a mountain? He grasped the whip and flayed it lightly over the flesh of her thigh and hip, the leather tendrils dancing over the cheek of her ass. He felt that with another step there would be no going back.

“Yes,” Randi sighed, placing the restraints into his hands. Her eyes, dark and filled with a lustful desire, were beseeching him to continue. She shivered as Chazz secured closed the strap around her wrist. She bit her lower lip as he placed both of her hands behind her back and cinched the leather tightly claiming her other wrist. “Oh God! Please baby ... I'm sure ...”

The provocative tone of her voice confirmed in his mind her need for this kind of play, and he recalled her confession of enjoying it rough play. But he could tell by the look in her eyes that the matter of choice was foreign to her. Perhaps in the past when she had submitted to the one who had earned her trust, that there was no consideration of her choice. Although these were uncharted waters for Chazz, he needed only to know which direction she wished to take for he knew in his heart that he was capable of navigating the course. The rising heat of Randi’s arousal was quickly spreading to him, and he felt the rush of anticipation and excitement grow inside, mirrored in the visible randy respond of his body.

Randi’s eyes alternated between looking at his face and watching what Chazz was doing. After he had drawn her wrists together behind her back, Randi looked up at him and almost as if reading his mind, dropped to her knees so that he could attach the remaining pair of cuffs to her ankles. Chazz was taken by her pose of submission and was stirred by the beauty of her body captured in the heavy leather cuffs.

He led the tails of the whip along a tour of her body, letting the leather tendrils float over her breasts and belly, her back and buttocks, her nipples and her clit. No single part of her enflamed body was spared the light caress of leather. She looked up at Chazz, her eyes heavy with a pleading look of supplication, her mouth open and trembling.

Then Chazz brought the whip down against her supple tanned skin, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to introduce a sweet tingling sting to her flesh. Everyplace where the whip had danced now met with a light smack. Chazz watched as Randi responded; each gentle blow seemed to boost the heat enflaming her body; she swayed and writhed below him, offering herself to him as her skin became rouged with the heat of an intense arousal. And when the whip had reddened her skin enough, Chazz drew the handle down along her belly and teased the slit of her sex with a tender rub. Within the confines of her bonds, Randi thrust herself against the handle, as if trying to draw the stiff leather into her engorged cunt.

“Oh, Randi, you are a shameless wench aren’t you?” Chazz remarked, swatting the tail of the whip lightly on her breasts. He could see the wanton greedy look of arousal blossoming in her clear blue eyes.

“Yes, Chazz,” she said hesitantly in a soft voice. “I want to experience everything with you … I want to know the pure pleasure that you can bring to me.”

Chazz grinned and stepped over to his case of goodies. From a pocket he pulled out a small jar of cream. Scented with a pleasant spicey aroma, it was a special concoction of moisturizing and sensitizing ingredients. Kneeling behind her, Chazz began to spread the cream over her rouged body, massaging her warm flesh firmly, his fingertips sensing the energy that was building up inside her. Up over her back he worked the cream with his palms and fingers. Then down over her chest, paying particular attention to the full swell of her breasts swaying within his grasp. One at a time, Chazz removed the clamps and worked in the cream. Her nipples felt hard as stone and his touch drew a gasp of pleasure that escalated when he reattached each clamp.

“Oh, Chazz!” she cried out. “Please …”

“Please, what?” he asked, rising up to his feet and standing in front of her. “What is it that you want, sweet wanton wench?”

“Y-y-you,” Randi moaned. “I want you.” The lust filled look in her eyes confirmed the intent of her words.

“Hmm, all in due time, my sweet nymph,” Chazz replied, retrieving the silk neckties from the bed. Knotting a pair together, he began to tie them around her, binding her arms tightly to her body, yet spreading her legs enticingly apart. She struggled a bit, calling out his name, but he was able to secure her tightly, her body bound and trussed, blatantly revealing her sexual approaches. His hands rarely left her heated flesh, massaging, caressing, pinching, and smacking. Then he stood again, rising up fully before her, his naked body firm and proud and becoming fully aroused. With a wiggle of his hips, the head of his cock dangled near her face and she struggled to reach for it with her mouth. “You do want me, don’t you, my dear little minx.”

Randi nodded and tried again to capture his cock with her mouth. Chazz reached down and cradled her pretty face in his hands, stroking her cheeks. He bent down and kissed her mouth roughly, a hard wet deep kiss filled with all the heated passion he had accumulated for her. Then he stood and guided his cock toward her mouth. The sensation of her eager mouth taking him in produced a growl that rumbled from deep in his chest all the way to his mouth. With his fingers woven into her black silky tresses, Chazz guided her hungry mouth back and forth, feeling her lips and tongue surround him and reveling in the pleasure of her most intimate kiss.

When he released his grip on her head, Randi let his cock fall free of her mouth and began to kiss and lick and suckle his balls. Then she took his cock again into her mouth and sucked him hard and deep to the back of her throat. The hum of her intense arousal reverberated through his cock and his belly. Only an hour before they had experienced the most divine sex that he had ever known. And now they were standing on the threshold of something even greater.

“Oh, sweet Randi,” Chazz said looking down into her heavy lidded eyes, barely able to contain his own rampant exhilaration. He gazed down at her face, the lusty eyes, and the damp glistening pout of her full lips. Chazz kneeled beside Randi and gave her a harsh lustful kiss, unleashing his hands to re-explore her body. When his fingers reached the folds of her sex, he felt the extreme dampness that dribbled down the inside of her thighs. “You shameless nymph!” he murmured as he fondled the lush wet folds of her sex. “You are ready for me …”

 

[Original_Cyn2]

randi

She watched hesitation as it flickered in his gaze. Saw the concern for what might come paint each slow, steady movement toward her as he bridged one of the few gaps that existed between them. Warmth, the heat of adoration, flooded her as she took in his inner struggle, watched it subside, his actions firming with acceptance, the fire in his eyes sending a shudder through her even as the soft stroke of the leather descended.

“Are you sure?” the question flickered through her dreams, her lips curving in a kittenish smile of submission that dripped satisfaction. Her body stretched beneath the warmth of the silken sheets, extending into the cool reaches beyond the heat of her body, tugging her consciousness upwards, her hands reaching for the warmth of his body, a soft moan of protest spilling from her lips as they found empty space.

Indigo eyes, darkened by the ardor of her dreams and the memory of their play the night before opened moodily, hungry for a glimpse of her lover. Denied this pleasure, other senses reached out, taking in the spicy aroma of his scent on the pillow beneath her, feeling the dissipating warmth trapped in the sheets beside her and, finally, identifying the sound of the shower subsiding in another part of their suite.

Enjoying the sensual caress of the now cool silk she slid her feet off his side of the bed, throwing the covers aside, her breath catching audibly as a stinging ache took her by surprise. She swung to her belly in mid stride, her knees bracing against the carpet, pressing the full, swollen curves of her breasts against the bed bringing the same aching heat flooding from each dusky pink stripe that adorned them as had caressed her startled senses a moment before. Her fingers wandered lightly over her flanks and the reddened curves of her ass, feeling the souvenirs from his attention last night, a sensual purr of fulfillment escaping her lips as they wreathed into a contented grin.

Slowly, her fingers drifted upwards, caressing the full arc of each hip, drawing lightly over the concavity of her trembling belly before cupping each breast, kneading the soreness that painted each with delirious abandon. For a second her thoughts centered on the moment he'd released the clamps, her gasp of delight as sensation returned in a heartrending rush, blood tingling through each swollen tip in a mind expanding rush of aching bliss. Passion cascaded through her, wetting her thighs, leaving each nerve ending hungry, eager and wanton with need.

The heat of recollection, as heady as it was, couldn’t quite erase the knowledge that she’d pushed him farther than she knew he’d been ready to go, even if he had …risen… to the challenge magnificently.

The quiet chime of the restraints was the tinder that lit a different spark of raw passion the night before, shining from her eyes and bringing a mirroring heat to his own. The gentle stroke of leather on her hungry flesh incited a flame that, inevitably, became a conflagration searing through them both, bringing a frenzy of abandon that stunned them in its wake.

Only afterward, as he’d held her in his arms, tears of unsurpassed fulfillment falling from her eyes, had he faltered, his fingertips running over the dusky stripes that adorned her sated flesh. His expression one of bewildered concern brought a bemused smile to her lips as she fought the languor that encompassed her, to whisper soft words to him. “You fulfill me, my love…like no one else…ever…”

A soft blush stained her cheeks as she stood up, remembering nothing beyond that point. She’d fallen asleep after those few words, leaving so much unsaid…

With a worried frown she turned toward the bedroom door, traipsing into the main room of the suite. The smell of salt on the fresh morning breeze wafted from behind the gentle flutter of the drapes that led to the balcony and pulled her attention to the left.

A brilliant smile met him a glow of intense reverence highlighting her gaze, the soft nip of ardor just beneath it as she took in her lover outlined in the vibrant color of the sunrise, poised in the open doorway.

Swathed in dark emerald silk, the exact shade of his eyes at the peak of their arousal last night, he made a stunning picture, his hair still wet from the shower and a bit mussed from the breeze.

She stopped, stilled and aching with the force of her feelings, a tidal surge of emotion within her that lapped at her senses so exquisitely she shuddered. Slowly, a teasing moue of softly pouting femininity replaced the smile, her eyes dropping from his in a moment of bashful hesitation.

“I missed you, beloved…”

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

Lost in thoughts of the evening just passed, the sight of Randi at the bedroom doorway brought a new level of warmth to Chazz’s face. Although hesitant at first, Chazz had willingly embraced the passion of the moment last night, especially once he had come to know and appreciate Randi’s needs and wants and his desire to meet them. He had found himself saying and doing things that he had once thought impossible, and in the process found himself feeling so free and filled with an unbridled lascivious passion that surprised and fascinated and satisfied him in equal measures.

The rouged stripes that now decorated her tanned flesh, her breasts and hips and ass, were slowly fading but the stirring passion that had produced them and had nurtured the lovers throughout the night was still flowing heatedly. Just seeing her moving nakedly and sleepily through their suite brought back the memories of the incredible intensity and sheer abandon that had consumed them the night before. Chazz could still feel the rumbling release reverberate through his body despite the hours of deep sleep and the steamy blast of the early morning shower. The girl, the memory, the intense passion were meshing with his present thoughts of the busy day ahead.

“I didn’t want to wake you … you looked so peaceful while asleep,” Chazz said, opening his arm to receive her. Randi pressed herself into the folds of his silken robe and he lifted her chin to afford a kiss. Lips brushed softly together, then pressed firmly, and tongues delved deeply inside. Her hand explored the parting of his robe, fingernails grazing lightly over his chest and stomach prior to plunging down past the belt to tease and fondle his aroused manhood.

“And you look so fiercely powerful when awake,” Randi replied, the fingers of one hand gripping him firmly while those of her other hand circulated about his chest.

“Oh, you like to play don’t you?” Chazz remarked, running his hands over her shoulders and down along the bow of her back. Randi tossed back her head, arching her back further and thrusting her full firm breasts up against him. She purred a sweet laugh and slumped into his arms, slipping down to her knees, opening his robe to nuzzle against his throbbing erect member.

“I want this, Chazz, darling,” she cooed and then lapped at his rigid masculinity delightfully before taking him fully into her mouth.

As he felt a growl rumble up his throat he realized the abundance of affection in her sucking coupled with a complete lack of urgency. Freshly showered and shaven, his body and his face, Chazz glanced down at Randi, her lips and tongue showing an unbounded appreciation of his ardor and desire for her. For several moments they remained unabashedly at the open doorway, the morning sea breeze fanning their heat, before Chazz raised Randi to her feet and waltzed them inside the suite. They fell onto the plush lounge chair, Chazz pulling Randi’s naked body up onto his lap.

“We have much to do, my sweet tramp,” he warned and then planted a light kiss fully upon her lips. “There is a certain little red sports car to drive onto the show field, a champagne toast or two to be raised over breakfast, several hands to shake, several cheeks to kiss …”

“So that means I have to share you today?” Randi pouted endearingly.

“Hardly,” Chazz chuckled. “I am solely yours today, and if there is any sharing, it will be me sharing you with a ravenous crowd.”

“Then I should get ready,” Randi purred softly, rising up from the confines of his lap and turning toward the bathroom.

“And speaking of cheeks to kiss,” Chazz teased, suddenly grasping her hips and pulling the lush curves of her ass toward him. “Mmm-mmm,” he hummed as his lips pressed against her warm flesh, still slightly rippled with pink welts.

Randi spread her legs slightly, leant forward and arched her back, the cheeks of her ass parting and providing Chazz with an appetizing target. He bent forward and buried his face in the cleft of her ass, the tip of his tongue painting up and down the intimate slit of her sex with broad firm strokes. He delighted at the seasoned taste of his own spunk mixed with her scent. When his tongue darted around the ripened rim of her ass, Randi flinched and tried to pull away.

“Oh, Chazz … if you do that one more time … absolutely … we’ll never get your car onto the show field on time,” she warned in a soft breathy voice.

“Uhhhnn … you’re right, babe!” Chazz grunted with a counterfeit look of dejection. Then he smacked her playfully on the ass and grinned as Randi giggled and scampered off to the bathroom, leaving him feeling slightly ridiculous sitting in the chair with his robe parted and a magnificent hard-on standing up proudly on his lap. He stroked it once or twice, feeling the lingering dampness of her good morning kiss, before getting up and dressing. Silk boxers, loose khaki slacks and a white silk shirt beneath the navy blazer was his uniform of the day. As he looked himself over in the mirror, the bulge between his legs had subsided only marginally.

A moment later, room service announced and delivered their “complimentary” continental breakfast. Having heard the shower shut off while he dispensed with the porter, Chazz knocked on and opened the bathroom door. Randi was standing before the mirror, leaning forward toweling off her long dark hair. She looked up at him, her face freshly aglow. Completely dressed, Chazz felt a pang of arousal at the sight of her lush bare jiggling curves.

“Um … uh … breakfast is served,” he announced allowing his eyes to linger on her a moment longer before retreating.

“I’ll be right out, lover,” Randi replied, standing up fully as if posing for him—she was, wasn’t she? Picture perfect, yes, indeed.

She joined him a scant few minutes later having pulled a robe around her shoulders and brushed some color onto her cheeks. Her perfume gave off an exhilarating scent. They sat and breakfasted out on their private patio, sharing the gentle breeze and some light conversation. The morning was overcast and the breeze just the least bit chill, but the heat of their companionship kept them quite warm. When they got up, Chazz carried the tray inside and then followed Randi toward the bedroom. He caught up to her just inside the door and embraced her from behind, his hands sweeping up to cup her breasts, his thumbs flipping back and forth over her nipples protruding through the silk of her robe, and his maleness pressing against the cheeks of her ass.

“Chazz, I have to get dressed,” Randi protested, laying her hands upon his but not removing them from her breasts.

“Let me help you then,” he offered, his fingers tugging at her robe, pulling it open down to the waist. The reflection of her emerging nakedness greeted him in the mirror facing them. The silken robe fell from her shoulders and pooled at her feet. He couldn’t resist fondling the soft smooth skin that lie beneath his hands.

“I get the feeling that if you help me, darling, we will never get out of here,” Randi wisely replied, stepping away from Chazz’s embrace and turning to wag a finger at him.

Chazz laughed because he knew that she was right. She looked so damned appealing that he could have easily taken her on the spot and not given up until afternoon. He sighed petulantly. “You’re right. I should go down and get the car ready any way.”

“It won’t take me long,” Randi promised. “I’ll be right down to join you.”

Chazz nodded and winked at the gorgeous naked girl standing at her open suitcase. Then he turned and left. There wasn’t much left of the early morning and they needed to have the Jag on the show field within the hour. He pulled the car cover off and folded it neatly, stowing it behind the seats. He ran a soft polishing cloth over the sensual curves of the E-type, bringing out the true brilliance of the red lacquer. The finely tuned six-cylinder fired quickly to life and was nearly warm when something bright caught Chazz’s eye and he glanced up toward the hotel. It was Randi prancing down from the walkway and she looked spectacular.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

Randi watched Chazz walk towards the door, a wistful little smile on her lips as she admired the lithe grace of his walk, the firm round perfection of his ass stoking the embers of arousal that simmered within her. Her imagination played back moments of their night together.

He’d been magnificent, every step of their scene an intimate rapport that left her breathless with awe. The sheer magnitude of his arousal had trebled her own and he’d intuited his role with majestic ease, his slow, sensitive approach making her gasp with appreciation and whimper with the flame that, in the end, consumed them both.

There had been moments of shy wonder, so endearing her heart skipped beats and a hesitant curiosity in the beginning that made her strive to new degrees to please him. Always a patient, attentive and exquisite lover what they’d shared last night had gone so far past delirious rapture she’d wondered, those brief moments of coherence right before her body shuddered and succumbed with his, if she’d survive the sheer pleasure he’d given her.

The gentle ache between her legs as her fingers slid instinctively over her wet sex brought her back to herself. A wry smile wreathed her face as she reached for her dress. She’d hidden her new things from Chazz in the closet, admonishing him when he’d asked to see what she’d purchased, wanting to dazzle and surprise. Randi’s fingers played lightly over the thick rich weave of the cotton, so soft it felt like silk. The pale yellow color played up the rich sheen of her dark hair and the soft golden tan she’d acquired lazing in the sun with her new mentor.

She pulled her thoughts away from the direction they were, once again, drifting and pulled the dress over her head. Strapless, the bodice snugged up against her breasts, leaving her shoulders and the full slope of her breasts bare, the tiny waist form fitting down to her hips, the skirt flaring out in a soft cascade to just above her knees. She slipped on a pair of white silk panties, French cut, tiny bows resting lightly against her hips and enjoyed the caress of the skirt against bare thighs as she pranced before the mirror.

Braless, the dress pressed her breasts upwards, subtly threatening to spill each lush curve from its restraint, her rosy nipples, hard and tight against the material, giving just a hint of sheerness, just enough to catch the eye and keep it. Randi chuckled with glee, peering closely at the mirror, a tiny smirk of satisfaction on her face as she stepped into the heeled sandals, each a web of silk rope that splayed over high arches and screamed femininity, tiny cloisonné daisies hanging from her instep, pulling in the color of her dress.

She wiggled with exhilaration, watching her breasts jounce, loving the sensual caress of the skirt that teased the eye with its sway as she moved. Chazz was going to love it.

Picking up the small purse, a miracle of the same silken webbing as her shoes, she let herself out, scampering to the elevator, a poignant pang in her belly as she hastened after the man that had tilted her world on its axis.

The turning heads and admiring glances in the lobby brought satisfaction purring through her without slowing her steps, an anxiety to be with him, to be at his side, cascading through her. Recognition of that emotion - and of the depth of her own - caused her to stop, for just a second, at the entrance, a tiny frisson of something close to fear playing over her nerves before she shook it off.

The bellman, mistaking her pause, hurried over, his eyes hugging her chest nearly as tightly as the soft cotton. He opened the door for her and her radiant smile – due more to the glimpse of Chazz through the glass than his courtly effort – brought a gulp from beneath the uniformed cap. She sailed out the door with a demure thank you, her eyes pinned to the familiar figure in the distance.

His eyes met hers, lingered for a moment, then swept over her body like a brand, its heat leaving her breathless. His smile reminded her again of the night before, filled with stunned wonder and animal arousal that seared her very soul. Slowly, teasingly, she walked toward him.

“Wow…” the look on his face was everything and more, that she’d hoped for. “Baby…you look…stunning.”

Several steps away from him she did a slow turn, feeling the caress of the skirt, feeling his eyes follow the subtle, suggestive sweep of it like a physical caress while her heart stuttered within. She walked the final step, reaching for his hand, needing his touch as much as the air she tried to breathe while his emotions played openly across his striking features.

“Do you like it, lover?” a bare trace of coquetry slipped into her breathless whisper as she turned her head, blushing, unable to reconcile the tumult of feelings his gaze evoked, taking in the deep gleaming crimson of his beloved car, hearing the soft rumble of its motor against each nerve. His hand engulfed hers, strong masculine fingers drawing fiery trails on her palm and for one moment she wished only that they were back in their suite, hunger for him rippling through her viciously.

His hands circled her waist, pulled her body against his, burying his mouth against the pounding rhythm of the pulse at her throat with a soft groan. The hard press of familiar lips and she melted into him, his hands slipping over her hips, cupping her bottom to mold Randi against him, his teeth nipping, not gently, the slender column of her throat.

She cried out softly, feeling the hard press of him, rampant against her, chaos boiling through her veins as she felt herself drowning in his need, her need, a blaze of mutual hunger that shocked her with its intensity.

“Oh God, Randy!” his voice trembled, halfway between urgent abandon and helpless comedy at their situation, his lips a tender caress over bitten skin.

“Hey….get a hotel room,” the distinct and vaguely familiar voice brought them slowly back to earth, Chazz’s hands slipping back up to her waist as he turned her forward within his arms, pressing himself, hard, throbbing and exquisitely sensual, intimately against her ass.

Randi looked up in confusion, bright color staining her cheeks as she recognized Rich McCarran and offered him a tentative smile, feeling Chazz’s arm tighten around her waist.

“It didn’t help, I can’t get enough of her,” Chazz, a miracle of mild, moderate tone, spoke over her shoulder.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

“Can’t say I blame you a single bit,” Rich shouted back. He and Chuck Stevens were well across the hotel parking lot unloading a burgundy over black Duesenberg touring car, perhaps a Derham body. Whatever else it was, it was a truly stunning car and Chazz felt like his cute little red Jag was a mere toy next to the magnificent American classic from the 1930s. Chuck was slowly backing the Duesy from the trailer and Rich was sighting for him.

“Do we really have to go?” Randi asked leaning back into Chazz’s embrace. “Wouldn’t you rather go back to the room and get naked and spend all day making love?”

“My sweet little tramp,” Chazz whispered into her ear. He thrust his hips out against Randi’s bum, pressing his cock into the luscious split of her ass. “You are one delicious little cock tease you know … but although that may be my preferred answer, just think of all the wonderful Jaguar fans who will be disappointed when they don’t see this sweet little car as advertised in the program.”

“Errrgggghhh!” Randi groaned and then sighed deeply. “I suppose we can’t disappoint those old car fanatics.” Then she turned and pointed her finger at his face, tapping her index finger on the tip of his nose. “But you owe me one, Mister, major league big-time!”

“The show ends around four or five in the afternoon,” Chazz replied. “I don’t know of any other plans for the evening and we’ll have our suite until late tomorrow morning.”

“Are you sure that will be enough time, darling?” she asked with that terrifically endearing impish grin to which he had become so accustomed.

“We’ll make the time, baby … trust me!” Chazz said reaching down to unlatch the passenger door to the Jag.

Randi slipped onto the firm tan leather seat and retracted her long shapely legs. As Chazz closed the door and hustled around to the driver’s side, he couldn’t help but notice how ravishing Randi looked. The color and cut of her dress was a perfect compliment to the car, sporty and eye-catching and functional in only the least estimation. They both waved to Rich and Chuck as they motored through the parking lot.

Once on the highway even the morning haze couldn’t dampen their spirits. Their drive to the country club was brief but cheerful given their breezy conversation and the lingering glances they exchanged. They waited patiently in line behind a lovely late 1930’s Packard touring car and in front of a rasping Ferrari from the late 1950’s. Once they had received their entry packet, they followed the marshals who directed them toward their parking space.

Driving over the grounds, Chazz pointed out several one of kind American and European Classics parked about the show field, Packards and Duesenbergs, Rolls Royce and Delahayes, many of which he had never before seen. They were skillfully guided toward their respective line, Class O, European Sports Postwar. There was a beautiful little silver Siata Bertone and a maroon Cistalia Pinin Farina and a gorgeous green Talbot-Lago. Chazz felt pleased to be present but hopelessly outclassed parking among such an impressive field including several outstanding Mercedes Benz.

“Good thing the Ferraris are in their own class or we wouldn’t have a ghost of a chance,” Chazz chuckled nervously.

“Can I help?” Randi asked as Chazz set to the final wipe and polish.

“Too bad they don’t give out points for the prettiest girlfriend,” Chazz said, kissing Randi’s cheek and patting her butt before he began to wipe down the hood. “I’d win that competition hands down.”

“Or hands on,” Randi remarked, blushing for a moment before breaking into a great smile.

“There really isn’t much left to do,” Chazz remarked. “But if you want to help …” Chazz tossed her a special polishing cloth for the chrome pieces.

Gamely, Randi insisted on helping with the final buffing on the chrome and soon the little red Jag stood proudly glistening in the first cracks of sunlight, now that the clouds over the bay were beginning to break up. Chazz got a chuckle out of the bulging eyes of a few passersby who ogled Randi’s sumptuous cleavage as she squatted beside the Jag taking a polishing cloth to the chromed wire wheels and adjacent bumper. When she had finished, Chazz offered his hand and helped her to her feet.

“Good job, baby,” he remarked as they embraced in front of the crowd.

“You think this is good,” Randi replied smartly. “Just wait till I get you home and buff your trim.”

Chazz’s eyes narrowed and he grinned but he felt a deep pang of desire bubble to the surface. This was going to be a long day and he wondered if there was any way Randi would relent. But then, he thought, why in the hell would I want her to?

Satisfied that the Jag was perfect, they began to wander down the line, greeting old friends or introducing themselves and making new ones. There was a continental breakfast for the show exhibitors up by the clubhouse and they mixed with the growing crowd. Phil Hill and Jay Leno and a raft of other celebrities were holding forth in their own distinctly different ways. There were giants of industry and entertainment abounding, there were wives and mistresses and of course significant partners.

They spent the day wandering among the crowd. Chazz took great care to provide his unadulterated commentary as they walked, able to come up with an anecdote or two about each car owner or the vehicle they were displaying. It wasn’t like he was trying to impress her; he simply knew all this stuff and couldn’t resist sharing it with her, particularly since Randi seemed so interested. He held her hand and introduced her everywhere and as the day wore on she seemed more and more at ease, laughing and joking with old and new friends alike. At one point they found themselves near a secluded garden that ran along the side of the clubhouse. In the relative quiet Randi leaned up toward Chazz and kissed him.

“Are you having a good time?” he asked.

“I’m with you aren’t I?” was her reply. Then she moved away to walk along a row of aromatic rose bushes. She looked back over her shoulder at him and grinned. As if knowing that his eyes were trained on her, she took a few steps more and spotted a particularly fragrant purple rose. Satisfied that he was watching, Randi bent over to sniff it and reached back to lift her skirt. Chazz was content for the moment to watch her. When she looked back toward him, she raised her skirt higher, enough that he could see the scant white panel of silk that scarcely covered the slit of her sex, leaving the outer folds nearly bare. Once Chazz had feasted on the sight of her legs and ass, Randi turned and sauntered slowly toward him, lifting her arms up to comb her fingers through her ebony tresses. The movement nearly lifted her breasts up from her dress and Chazz felt the triggering pang of renewed arousal strike at the heart of him.

“My, but you are a shameless little wench, aren’t you?” he asked as she passed by him. She stood with her back toward him, the profile of her face looking out toward the ocean.

“A wench, certainly … shameless, perhaps, but you are my inspiration for such gestures,” she said as Chazz approached. “I simply want to ensure a full and proper payback tonight.”

“You’re lucky I don’t start the payback here and now,” he remarked slipping his hands around her waist and raising them up to cup her breasts through the silk-like cotton fabric.

“That could be arranged, Sir,” Randi replied, her voice a warm, velvety and erotic tease to his ears. “In the solitude of this lovely garden, why you could bend me over and take me … and I wouldn’t complain.”

Chazz fondled the full swell of Randi’s breasts, feeling her tightly bound flesh seek its escape from the snug fabric of her dress.

“But my sweet tramp, you might be loud enough to draw a crowd, and we couldn’t have that happen. Could we?”

“Perhaps you’re right,” Randi replied, her voice a mere whisper in his ear as she leaned back against him, her head falling back onto his shoulder. “Think of the scandal should one of the judges discover us in a compromising position.”

“Think of the outrage!” Chazz returned, his fingers strumming over the sharp pointed tips of Randi’s breasts through the silky cotton.

“The indignation!” Randi ground her ass against Chazz in a slowly sexual circle.

“The disgrace!” Chazz lead his hands down over the front of Randi’s dress, one hand plunging quickly toward the heated mound of her sex.

“The infamy!” Randi reached behind her and grasped Chazz’s buttocks, digging her painted nails into his tight flesh.

“The malicious gossip!” Chazz’s voice was but a husky whisper. His lips nuzzled against her neck and he nibbled at her ear lobe.

“Would my reputation survive?”

“Would mine?”

Suddenly there was a rustling sound behind them. Both of their heads turned in unison toward the sound and they saw a pair of young boys giggling as they tried to hide behind the rose bushes. Immediately self-control exerted itself and Randi and Chazz let go of each other and separated. Randi brushed her hands over her dress, smoothing out potential wrinkles, as Chazz straightened himself and cleared his throat. The boys ran off laughing wildly.

“Guess there goes my chances of getting membership,” Chazz said with a grin. He looked at Randi as she primped her hair. Although the flush of arousal was ebbing, her cheeks were a warm rosy color and her bare shoulders and the upper slope of her breasts exuded a dewy glow. With a brief chaste kiss they returned to the show hand in hand. As they neared the row of their class, the owner of the Cistalia came running up to greet them excitedly.

“Where have you been? We’ve been looking all over for you!”

“Thankfully not quite everywhere,” Chazz murmured under his breath.

“Look! Look!” Mr. Cistalia said, pointing at the Jag.

Tucked ceremoniously onto the windshield wiper was a blue ribbon signifying a class award. Chazz did a double take, obviously certain that another red XKE had been entered and received the award. But there was only one red Jag and the other owners approaching with their congratulations dispelled Chazz’s disbelief.

“Congratulations!” said one.

“They’ve been calling for you for a few minutes. Go on! Get up there!” encouraged Mr. Cistalia.

“Well, baby. Maybe I have a chance at membership after all,” Chazz said to Randi as he helped her into the squat little British sports car.

The next few minutes were a blur. A marshal led them through the crowd on his golf cart to the line of award winners that was forming up for the drive through past the award presentation stand. Due to their tardiness, they were allowed to take cuts amongst the other Class O winners, right behind the gorgeous little green Talbot-Lago. Just before driving out in front of the reviewing stand, Chazz nervously rested his hand on the throbbing gearshift knob and Randi set her on top of his and gave it a little squeeze. He looked over at her and smiled. She looked excited and radiant in her beauty and Chazz had to take a deep breath to keep from saying something inane or meaningless, for the lingering look they exchanged said everything.

They drove up to the award stand and received their second place award from the MC and one of the class judges. Chazz proudly provided a brief history of the car, how he had come by it in a dirty old garage in upstate New York, how he had restored it himself and drove it on a weekly basis, much to the applause of the onlookers. With a wave to the crowd, Randi and Chazz motored off through the crowd and followed the marshal back to their assigned place. As Chazz helped Randi from her seat, he pulled her ear close.

“You are my good luck charm, you know,” he whispered to her, then planted a sweet kiss on her cheek. A gentle breeze was flowing off the ocean and the grounds of the country club were bathed in sunshine. Randi’s grin was beaming and as sunny as the bright afternoon.

OOC: For the uninitiated, below is an example of what Chazz's award winning car looks like.