Thieves

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

“Sometimes Rebecca,” I said, as my fingers flirted with the thin fabric of her panties. “It’s not so much how much room you have to play with, but who you’re playing with.” I was feeling a little heady from the wine and delicious lunch and the taste of Rebecca’s mouth had much to do with it too.

“So what about the veranda and the sunshine and the ravishing you promised?” she whispered as her fingers gently drew the outline of my fast growing erection. “You know it’s not fair to plant that sort of image in a girl’s mind and not follow through.”

“Oh, I have every intention of following through,” I said just before my teeth took a little nibble of her ear lobe. My hand flowed up over the light fabric of her dress until it reached her breast. I could feel the sharpness of her nipple pressing into my palm.

“Then, perhaps we should move this little party along?” she suggested as she raked her nails over my hard-on. “You know, I might have a little ravishing of my own to do … power of suggestion and all.”

“Well then,” I said giving her lips another light kiss. “Et si Mademoiselle, déplacerons-nous ce petit parti vers le haut à la véranda?”

“Oui, s'il vous plaît!” she giggled. “I love it when you speak French!”

“Laissons l'hâte parce que je veux faire l'amour à vous!” I whispered into her ear.

“Stop it, Quint!” she laughed, smacking me playfully on the chest. “Or you’ll have to take me right here, right now!”

We laughed together and went into the house. On the way up, we stopped and selected a bottle of wine from her wine cellar and adjourned to the veranda, just outside the dining room. It was a wide long place with a carved balustrade and was flooded with the afternoon sunlight. I poured us each a glass of wine and we stood at the railing taking in the view of the gorgeous blue Mediterranean and the glimmering city off to our left.

There was no need to toast each other this time, for the words of dedication were evident in our eyes. Rebecca smiled at me and tossed her head back proudly, running a hand through her silky dark hair, in which the brilliant sunshine brought out lovely golden red highlights.

“Have I thanked you for inviting me here, Rebecca?” I asked, turning to rest my butt against the railing as I glanced over at her.

“Mmm, I think you did last night and again this morning,” she grinned. “But a girl never minds being thanked, especially the way you express yourself.”

I chuckled and set my wine glass down on a nearby table. “Then let me say it again,” I said taking her into my arms. “Thanks for the invitation.”

Rebecca slipped her arms around my shoulders and lifted her mouth up to kiss me. “You’re welcome, Quint.” I ran my hands up and down her back, feeling the supple curves of her body through the light material of her dress and slip. When my fingers reached around and began unbuttoning the front of her dress, she looked down and smiled. “Mmm, I’ve been waiting for you to do this all day,” she giggled, her fingers combing through the hair on the back of my neck.

When the light sheer fabric was fully parted, I slipped it off her shoulders. She dropped her arms for a moment to the side and let it fall from her body, pooling at her feet. I squatted down to retrieve it and drape it over the railing. As I stood, I ran my hands up over her body, feeling the curves of her hips, the narrowing of her waist and the firm roundness of her breasts. We embraced and kissed again, this time more deeply as our tongues came out to play, turning and twisting together.

When my kisses moved to her cheek and neck and ear, she turned and leaned back into me, rubbing her ass against my belly, and letting my hands cup her breasts. She placed her hands on top of mine, pressing them against her. I could feel her nipples grow hard as I fondled her and her body began to rock against mine.

My fingers pulled at her slip and the cups of her bra, hungry for a touch of her bared flesh. She gasped when I touched the bare skin of her breasts, squeezing them, pushing them together, and fingering the sharply pointed nipples and taut aureoles. She was grinding her ass against me, our breathing now coming hard and fast. I continued to kiss her neck and shoulders until she turned back to face me, a look of deep passion in her eyes.

I slipped the straps of her slip off her shoulders and shimmied it down her body. Bringing my fingers up, they danced over her body until I reached the clasp of her bra and easily unsnapped the single hook. As it fell to the ground, I brought my lips down to her breasts, kissing her tender flesh eagerly and madly. Her hands fumbled at the tail of my golf shirt, pulling it up. I stood back and let her lift it off over my head and toss it aside. Her hands raked over my chest, her nails clawing lightly at my own taut little nipples.

As I brought my kisses back to her neck and chest and breasts, she reached for my pants, skillfully opening them and letting them fall in a heap at my feet. Her fingers quickly found their way down inside my snug silken boxers, curling around my stiffening cock and pulling it up to stroke it.

“Oh god, I want this,” she said pushing down my shorts so she could take my cock in both hands.

“Just hold on there, pretty lady,” I said, stepping from my pants, turning her and backing her toward the stone railing. “I’m not finished stripping and ravishing you yet.”

I pulled up my shorts and squatted before her, pulling her sheer little panties down from her hips. Now that I had her gorgeous body naked—except for her sandals—I pushed her toward the railing, boosting her ass up and looping her leg over my shoulder.

“Oh, fuck, Quint,” she said, reaching her hands out to grip the railing as I began to lap at her pussy.

I looked up to see her tilt her head back and heard her gasp as I flicked my tongue up and down her moist slit. Her firm breasts were jiggling in the sunlight as she rocked her hips and ground her pussy against my face.

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

Having anticipated and visualized this all day, I was overwhelmed with emotions when Quint’s tongue flicked out and licked up and down my wet slit. Now being out here on the veranda, naked with my ass on the railing, my hands gripping it, the gentle breeze blowing through my hair and making my nipples tingle, and his mouth ravishing my pussy, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my thighs spreading them wider as his mouth and tongue delved into my sex. His tongue moved in slow circles all around my clit, flicking and sucking it now and again, increasing the heat that was welling up inside me. As my hips rocked and my moans grew louder, he plunged his tongue in and out of my warm depths again and again.

“Yes…oh god yessss…that feels so good,” I groaned, pressing my leg tighter against his back with my pelvis arching grinding harder to the pleasure his mouth was giving me.

Feeling my legs trembling, he lifted my other leg, putting it over his shoulder and grabbed the cheeks of my ass pulling me to him. Licking, lapping, sucking and nibbling, his mouth and tongue were wild.

“Oh fuck Quint, fuck yessss!” I groaned, throwing back my head as I felt his mouth latch onto my clit, sucking it in, flicking it quickly with his tongue. Over and over again spasms rocked my body as my juices spilled.

“Mmmmm, I enjoyed that,” Quint sighed smiling as he let my legs slip off his shoulders and stood up, drawing me into his arms.

“You sure do know a lot about ravishing a woman,” I sighed with my breath still coming quick, my heart still pounding heard. My hands went around his neck and the warm feel of his bare chest to mine, the heat of his hands around me had me wanting him more than ever. As we kissed, exchanging fluids, heat and intense emotion between us, I swayed my hips back and forth, feeling a slight bulge in his boxers. Lowering my hand, I reached between us, stroking his semi erect cock. “Mmmmm, speaking of ravishing…”

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

“Mmm, that’s right,” I said as Rebecca turned me about, backed me up to the railing, and squatted in front of me. “I seem to remember you know how to ravish a man.”

“Most men don’t forget something like that,” Rebecca said with a grin. She looked up at me with those big light brown eyes of hers and licked her lips. Tugging my boxers down, she flicked her tongue out at my cock that popped up as soon as it cleared the elastic.

I stepped from the shorts and kicked them to the side as she took me in both hands and ran her tongue the full length up and down and around. With one hand holding my cock at the base and the other cradling my balls, Rebecca slathered her tongue all over me, making me groan and lean back against the railing. The warmth of the sun was making me sweat and the heat of her mouth was making my cock grow long and thick and hard.

“Mmm-mmm, you have one tasty cock,” Rebecca said then dragged her tongue up along the underside and circled the head. She closed her mouth around it and sucked the first couple inches inside, her tongue still moving around inside. She bobbed her head back and forth on my cock for a while, then let it pop out and stroked it while she caught her breath. Each time she’d take it back inside just a little bit farther until she was almost choking on it. The effect of her sucking then her stroking was driving me mad with passion. I looked down at her naked body squatting before me, taking my cock into her mouth and bobbing her pretty head back and forth.

“Oh, god, Baby,” I cried out. Her hands continued to hold my cock and play with my balls as she sucked me hard and deep, fucking me with her mouth. This pretty woman, which most men passing by would have thought of as a hobnobbing socialite, was kneeling naked in front of me and sucking my cock with a passion and desire I had never felt before with anyone else. She was all lips and tongue and cheeks and her hands never stopped moving. I felt a rising surge of desire welling up inside me; my hips and thighs and belly were tingling and twitching. “Urrgghhh!” I growled as she dragged her mouth slowly up the shaft of my cock and let the tip slip out with a pop.

“You like this, Quint?” she asked needlessly while her hand stroked me with a firm grip.

“Almost as much as I think you’ll like this,” I said, taking her hands and raising her up to her feet. With her heeled sandals still on, we stood almost eye-to-eye. My hands fell to her naked hips and I pressed toward her, moving her back toward one of the lounge chairs that lie in the sun. Her hands went up to my shoulders as she giggle and backed up.

“And just what do you have planned that I’m going to like so much?” she asked.

“No plan … let’s just call this stage two of our afternoon ravishing,” I said as we reached the lounge and she backed onto it. I remained standing for a moment as she made herself comfortable, spreading her legs invitingly, and running her hand down over the wet slit of her pussy. I stroked my cock, still glistening wet from her marvelous mouth.

“Oh, I can’t wait for this,” she said, bringing her arms up above her head, teasingly opening her body up for me.

“Neither can I, Babe,” I said as I climbed onto the lounge and knelt between her legs. I reached for her hips and picked them up, pulling her body toward me and guiding her pretty pink pussy to my fully erect cock, so long and thick and a rosy pink color in the sunlight.

“Oh, fuck, Quint!” she gasped when the head penetrated the wet lips of her pussy.

“That’s just what I had in mind, Babe,” I said, thrusting my hips forward and burying my cock deep inside her hot wet pussy.

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

“Aaaahhhh….” I moaned out as he penetrated my hot pussy, watching his thick long cock sinking deep. “Oh I loooove how your mind thinks.”

“Sure it’s my mind and not my cock you love?” He teased withdrawing his cock only to thrust it long and deep once again.

“Which ever is doing the thinking right now.” I said, the lust obvious in my voice.

Quint chuckled and began moving his hips in a slow steady rhythm. Both of us watched feeling our desire climbing, as his thick long pink dick glistening from my juices slid in and out of my clenching snatch. His hands slid down my hips reaching around to cup the cheeks of my ass as he lifted me up higher. He plunged deep, rubbing his cock across my swollen clit with each stroke. My thighs fell to the side, my clit and pussy more exposed and I moaned again arching my hips, grabbing hold of the cushion above my head.

“Mmmmm, how’s this Babe?” Quint groaned, making sure each stroke and movement he made rubbed my clit pushing at it as his cock dove deeply.
“God yes, right there, like that,” I growled feeling my swelling clit heating, getting so sensitive, and my pussy twitching and clenching onto his cock.

I pushed back against the cushions, rocking my hips along with his as the fire increased between us. I hugged my thighs around his hips, locking my ankles with my heels pressing into his butt as the pace of our lovemaking intensified. His balls were starting to slap hard the crevice between my cheeks making my ass twitch and sting, while my clit was throbbing, my pussy pulsing.

“Fuck I love how you feel!” Quint groaned, panting and pounding hard into me as I clenched and pulsed around his swelling cock.

“Oooohhh god yes…” I said huffing, the tension building rapidly with every muscle of my body twitching and shaking to his.

With the fierce energy taking over us, the perspiration beading down, the lounge chair was rocking along with us and parts of our body were even sticking to it as we moved. Quint leaned over, slipping his hands up my back and pulled me up to him, his lips crushing against mine. Unhooking my legs from him, he pulled both of us off the lounge chair, letting his cock slip from my wet pussy.

“What are you…” I started to say before Quint’s mouth covered mine again in a fiery kiss. Actually the gentle breeze blowing against our heated skin felt enticingly and invitingly cool now that we were standing up.

“I think this will be cooler,” he said, his eyes very much glazed over with lust and desire. I gave him a quizzical look, but he spun me around to leaning me down to grab the railing. “Besides I always fantasized about doing this.” He growled and rubbed his cock up and down the crevice of my ass to my glistening folds.

“What a mind, so have I….oooohhhh Christ…” I screeched when I felt his groin slap my ass as he plunged his slick long hard cock inside my anxious pussy.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

It felt like heaven, taking Rebecca like this, butt naked at the railing of her veranda, overlooking the Mediterranean, the gleaming city off in the distance. She planted her feet, grasped the railing firmly, and began to rock back against me as I thrust up into her. The breeze coming off the ocean cooled our heated bodies though my sweat still dripped onto her back and flowed down the crack of her ass.

This moment was all about our urgent passion and filled with the desire that had been building throughout the afternoon. I was sure that we both felt it grow as we had chatted while driving and walking around the city and during lunch. The way we had looked at one another, the way we had brushed together, and the way she smiled and her eyes twinkled when she glanced at me told me so well that she knew it too.

And now we stood making love in the broad daylight on her veranda, her incredible body moving and rocking as she took me inside her, gripping and squeezing my cock tightly. I didn’t need to hold onto her given the way she was moving, so I let my hands run over the warm flesh of her back, her shoulders, her great ass, then underneath her body, capturing both her breasts that were bobbing back and forth. When I pinched and twisted her hardened nipples, she tossed her head back and moaned.

“Oh, fuck, Quint,” she cried out. “Just like that … oh, yeah … yeah … fuck me … fuck me!”

“Damn, Babe, you feel so good to me,” I growled as her pussy clenched tightly around me. “So tight … so wet … soooo good!”

Our words only seemed to spur us on to fuck harder and faster, our sweaty bodies smacking loudly together sending ripples of pleasure through us. I could feel her wetness flowing down onto my balls as they slapped against her clit as I thrust deeper and deeper inside her. I reached down to finger her and felt her nearly explode.

“Oh, fuck, Quint!” she screamed. “You … you’re … gonna … make me … cuummm!”

I pumped my hips harder into her as I felt her pussy tighten around me and her body begin to tremble. When I grabbed her ass and thrust deeply into her, my thumb brushed close to the tight little rosebud of her ass and she shuddered and groaned.

“Yeah … yeah …” she cried out. “Finger me, Quint!”

Still pumping my thick cock into her pussy, I rubbed my thumb over her ass and probed at it with a fingertip. Rebecca rocked backed against me wildly when I pushed up inside her tight pink ass. Her body began to quiver and shake as I filled her, my cock ramming into her pussy, the fingers of one hand rubbing on her clit and my finger probing up inside her ass.

“Ohhhhh, Chriiiiist, Quint!” she shrieked, her body twitching madly. “Cum … cumming … cumming!”

Rebecca suddenly stopped rocking and stood up, leaning back against me. My arms went around her, holding her body tightly to mine, and I stood still, holding my cock buried deep inside her. She turned her head and her hands reached up and back to grasp my head and bring it to me for a hot crazy kiss. I could feel her body trembling and she moaned as we kissed.

“You like that, Baby?” I said.

“Oh, god, Quint,” she sighed, almost out of breath. “That felt sooo good! I haven’t cum like that in a long, long time.”

“Good, Baby,” I replied. “Glad to be of service.”

“But there’s only one thing,” she said, letting my cock slip out of her pussy so that she could turn around inside the circle of my arms and face me.

“What’s that?” I asked as she took hold of my long stiff and slick cock.

“You didn’t cum with me, Quint,” she said with a devilish smile, sliding her curled fingers up and down my hard shaft.

“That’s okay,” I said with a grin. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

“Oh, I’m sure of it,” I replied with a wicked little grin on my face. “But I think you need to cum along with me, where it’s a little cooler.” I finished, with his cock still in my hand and pushing him back until we came to the patio door.

“I’ll cum anywhere you want me too, baby.” He said grinning as he was backed against the door. His hand slipped around my waist to the small of my back and he pulled me close, trapping my hand on his cock between us. Before I knew it, he had grabbed my other hand lifting it high above my head, spun me around so that my back was against the door and was leaning against me, my hand still trapped, although I wasn’t complaining considering what I held in it. “Although even if we go where it’s cooler, I doubt there will be any cooling off.” He said with a gleam in his eyes as his mouth came down hard on mine.

“Mmmm, that’s very good too know.” I sighed while squeezing his cock and feeling my nipples biting into his chest.

“Aaaahhhh baby, you’re going to keep it up for sure with that.”

“Not if you stand here keeping me from moving you inside.” I teased him. “Now do you want to cum or not?”

“You know I do, I’m just savoring the moment.” With that, we exchanged another very heated kiss and I melted.

Something about the way he kissed me, the way he looked at me, these feelings he stirred in me were so unlike I had ever known before. I too wanted to savor and enjoy every wonderful moment we spent together, even if it meant just one weekend of pleasure with him. When he finally let my hand go and backed away, I released his cock and saw a smirk of disappointment on his face.

“Don’t worry, I’m not letting it go for very long at all. I have plans for you and that buddy of yours.” I said to him and then turned to open the patio door.

“Whewwww, I’m sure glad you said that. It’s not nice to work a man up like that and just leave him hanging you know.” He chuckled. “By the way, I do love that view of your backside, but don’t you think we should throw something on before we go parading around your house?”

“Silly man,” I giggled. “Leave the clothes there, Gabrielle will clean up in the morning or we can get them later. Just cum with me, honey.” I was smiling at him but I still saw a puzzled look on his face and finally added, “I gave the help the rest of the day off, it’s just you and me parading naked around here.” With that I walked in the house and I heard Quint chuckle knowing he wouldn’t be far behind me.

I walked through the dining room and headed for the short stairway that led down to the den and out to the pool area. I turned making sure he was behind me and saw the very big grin on his face and instantly knew the reason he was walking slowly behind me.

“I could get very use to this, you know.” He said glancing about as if he weren’t watching my ass.

“What’s that, this house, or walking around naked in it?” I giggled and went to the bar in the den, turning the ceiling fans on. Besides the bar, there were several black leather couches, a leather recliner, mahogany tables, a pool table at the far end along with the priceless antiques that were either on tables, walls or shelves. You could also see the enormous pool area thru the glass doors.

“Watching your ass wiggle when you walk…” He said and then stopped in his tracks as he entered the den. “God Damn, you have some great taste lady.” He said, stunned by the room.

“So you’ve told me, but it’s not my taste I’m interested in right now, Quint.” I said with a devilish smile as I walked up to him. I glanced down below his waist and with pouting lips I looked back up at him, “Awwww your buddy seems to have lost a little of his earlier zest, but not for long.”

“I sure hope not.“

There was a huge smile on his face while my hands went to his chest and I pushed him back so that he almost fell into the leather recliner. With the air conditioning on and the fans blowing he gasped when his ass hit the cool leather seat. Before he had time to think or say anything else I was already spreading his legs, lifting them up over the low arm rests of the chair as I knelt down in front of him.

“Mmmmm, nice view,” I sighed. Slowly I kissed and nibbled from his knee up along his inner thigh, switching back and forth between legs while my hand curled around the base of his cock stoking him up and down, with my thumb grazing the soft fleshy head on and off.

“Oh yeah I’m going to enjoy this,“ He sighed deeply and leaned back pushing the seat further back, making himself very comfortable.

After lavishing his thighs with nice warm wet kisses and nibbles, I kissed, licked and teased his entire groin area. It was so smooth with no hair, my tongue took long laps, coating everything other than his cock with my saliva. He twitched and trembled, moaning and his cock was growing long and thick in my hand. When I sucked on each of his balls, swirling them around in my cheeks, he let out a long moan, and his cock twitched a lot in my hand.

“Still enjoying this, babe?” I asked with a smile, as if I didn’t know the answer. With the tip of my tongue I licked the crease of each leg, long and slow, then took a long lick all the way down his puckered little opening.

“OH Fuck…” he groaned and the cheeks of his ass clenched.

I continued licking all along his anus, getting it really wet with my saliva, dipping my tongue in just a little on occasion, as my hand stroked and squeezed his cock faster. His breath was coming quicker as his moans grew louder, his dick stiffer.

“Fuck baby…oh fuck does that feel good…” He growled.

I darted my tongue quickly several times inside, going deeper and Quint by now had his hands on his knee caps gripping them tightly. Again I licked all the way up the crease of his ass cheeks, along the length of his cock and swirled my tongue around the tip. I looked at him, seeing the pleasure on his face, his stomach muscles and cheeks of his ass were clenched obviously from the tension I was rousing in him.

“No more teasing, suck my cock,” he demanded panting.

“No problem Quint.” I replied and in one swallow engulfed his entire cock down my throat, at the same time pressing my finger inside his now very wet ass. Eagerly my head began to bob up and down, fucking him with my mouth, while my finger slowly moved in and out of his ass, going a little deeper each time.

“OH MY GOD…OH FUCK…” he howled.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

After teasing me with hot wet kisses and licks everywhere except my cock, I couldn’t believe the way Rebecca then took my cock into her mouth and sucked it deep inside, her head bobbing up and down. She shifted her position so that she could take me down her throat, covering my cock with a thick glistening glaze of saliva. And even while she let me pop out of her mouth, her hand kept stroking me and fingering my ass.

“You like this, Quint?” she asked looking up at me with those gorgeous big light brown eyes of hers. “You like the way I suck your cock?”

Then she dove back down on me, sucking me deep inside again and bobbing her head up and down, her tongue whirling around on the underside of my cock. I reached my hands out to hold onto her head and feel the energy that she was displaying. I struggled not to let my head fall back and my eyes closed for I wanted to watch her, this beautiful, rich woman suck my cock. Damn! She was fantastic!

”Oh … fuck … Baby!” I cried out, my voice little more than a deep growl. “Don’t … stop … oh, yeah … don’t stop … make … me cum, Baby!”

My words only seemed to increase her passion. She pulled her mouth off my cock and swirled her tongue around and around the head, feeling me twitch and squirm. She laved her tongue up and down the slick shaft, twirled her tongue around my balls again, then up and down the thick shaft again.

“You gonna cum for me, Quint?” she teased, then flicked the tip of her tongue on the under slit of my cock head. “You wanna cum for me, Baby?”

With her big eyes trained on me, she swallowed me again, opening her jaw and taking every inch of my cock inside her mouth. Then grasping the base of my dick in one hand, she bobbed her head up and down, her hand following her mouth, sucking me hard till I could feel her cheeks rubbing on the sides. Her finger had probed up inside my ass bringing me closer and closer by the moment.

“Oh, fuck, Baby! I’m gonna … cum … all over you!” I groaned loudly.

I felt her hum as she sucked me hard and fast, her lips almost a blur as she fucked my cock with her mouth. Her hands was pumping me and her other hand began to fondle my balls while her middle finger played with my ass. She was going wild on me and I could feel the tension building in my body till it was ready to blow.

“You ready, Baby?” she asked, taking a quick breath, obviously able to tell by the way I was responding.

“Fuck yeah!” I cried out. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Oh, yeah? You gonna cum for me, Babe?” Rebecca asked, both of her hands now pumping my cock firmly.

She flicked her tongue at the tip, circled the head several times and watched as my hips rocked up and down sliding my slick cock through her hands. Finally I let myself go and fucked her hands and mouth feeling the sweet electric release of cum shoot up from deep inside.

“Cumming … fuck … oh, fuck … cumming!” I shouted as I felt it shoot up from my balls.

Rebecca pulled her head back and watched as the first great spurt flew up in the air and splashed down all over her breasts. Then she lowered her mouth on me and sucked all the rest down, her mouth gliding up and down, her tongue licking up what dribbled out the corners of her mouth. She nursed my throbbing cock with long licks and sucking little kisses until I was spent, unable to say a word, my body trembling in the leather recliner, my legs slipping down off the chair arms.

“You all right, Babe?” she asked as she slithered up from between my legs, rubbing her tits on my throbbing cock.

“Oh, yeah, Babe!” I groaned. “I never … would’ve guessed … that you … could do … something like that.”

I pulled her to me, our bodies sticking together with cum and sweat, our lips melting together from the heat of a passionate kiss.

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

“I would have never guessed either Quint,” I sighed moving a little so that I was more laying on my side on him, letting the breeze of the fan cool us. “It must have something to do with you bringing out the adventurous side of me.” I smiled, running my fingers lightly down his chest while my other hand combed through his hair.

“Nah, you’re not going to tell me you never…” he said with a disbelieving grin on his face as the tips of his fingers stroked lightly over my breasts and nipples.

“Never like that, guess no one ever inspired me like you,” I said with a soft smile and shivered slightly from the feel of the fan and his fingers on my breasts. I lowered my hand and ran my index finger down the length of his cock. “And you do have one delicious cock here, you know.”

“Obviously after what you just put me through,” he teased.

“Put you through is it? Oh, so you didn’t like that?”

“You know what I meant, I hope I inspire a lot more of that in you.” Quint said and drew me to him, our lips meeting in a soft passion filled kiss.

We sat there caressing each other, enjoying the breeze of the fans, each other’s touches, kisses, whispers and finally both of us getting a little thirsty I managed to pull myself off him. I walked behind the bar, fixing us each a cool drink and looking up in the mirrors behind the bar I watched as Quint stood up, combing his fingers through his hair. I saw the smile on his face as he watched me, and again I was warmed and surprised at how strangely it felt that I could be so comfortable, so uninhibited around him. I had never felt that way about other men in my life, always wondering what they were after, or cooled by the airs they gave off. With Quint it was different, I didn’t feel any of that, and I couldn’t help but wonder why.

“Is there anything wrong?” I said turning back around to face him as he approached the bar. I already had a good idea why he was smiling but it was always so nice to hear the answers.

“Just enjoying the view babe, always did want to be waited on by a rich naked lady behind the bar,” he chuckled reaching for the drink I held for him.

“Oh really? Then I’ve made one of your fantasy’s come true?” I asked with a sheepish grin on my face as I leaned over the bar, my breasts almost touching the top of it.

“You’ve made more than one of them come true lady, more than one.” He sighed contentedly, placing his elbow on the bar while he took a swallow of his drink. I smiled at him, the way he was standing at the bar like that, the way he was looking, so sexy, so appealing, I could almost picture him in a bar, dressed, flirting with the bartender. Of course, with both of us naked like this it did add a little more sexual flavor to the scene.

“You’ve made several of mine come true too, I might add,” I said. “So what do you say about a quick rinse in the pool shower room, several laps in the pool and maybe we can figure out what you’d like to do tonight.”

“There’s lots I could think of doing and lot’s of area we haven’t covered here.” There was a wicked little grin on his face when he spoke at the same time leaning his head down closer to my face.

“Oh definitely a lot of area not covered, but…” I started and shifted my head up, giving him a quick kiss. “But I thought you might want to check out the night life around here. It can be very entertaining, clubs, casinos, dancing, and of course covering any area you want when we get back. Unless of course, you would just prefer to stay here and…” I gave him another quick kiss then stood up taking several swallows of my drink.

“And what?”

“And since you’re my guest, I’ll let you figure out that out. In the meantime, let’s go for that swim, I’m sure you’ll love the pool. You can think about whether you want to go out or stay in.”

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

“Well, then, show the way,” I said, gesturing toward where the pool lay, and then followed Rebecca as she led me along. I smiled to see her glance over her shoulder a couple of times, maybe to make sure that I was keeping up, or maybe to make sure I was checking out her sensational ass as it swayed, or maybe to check out me and my manly pride as I followed along.

The water felt wonderful, not too warm, not too cool, just perfect for a late afternoon skinny dip. A refreshing feeling swept over me as I dove down and swam all the way to the other side before surfacing. When I grabbed the edge of the pool, I was surprised to see Rebecca turning expertly below the water and kicking off on her return lap. I was nearly out of breath by the time I caught up with her and only managed to keep pace with her as we completed a few more laps. When she finally surfaced and clung to the pool’s edge to catch her breath, my own chest was heaving as my lungs tried to catch up with my heart.

“Damn, you’re a fast swimmer!” I remarked, remembering how she didn’t display such skills during our little swim in the bay several days ago. “I read about the volleyball … rowing and basketball … but nothing about swimming.”

“The swimming I do for myself,” she said, breathing heavily also. “Helps keeps me in shape … and increases my endurance … gotta have stamina … when you’re going … toe to toe with your opponent … in the boardroom.”

“This is true,” I remarked and then leaned back in the water. Rebecca stood in the pool beside me, her breasts rising and falling heavily at the waterline with her deep breathing. She waded toward me, straddling my legs and putting her hands on my shoulders.

“I can tell, I’m going to have to put you on an exercise program,” she teased, trying to pinch me around the middle but finding very little to grab. “Hmm. Not much fat, but we need to get that heart in condition.”

“But Rebecca, you’ve already been exercising that quite a bit on this trip,” I remarked. “That and another special muscle of mine.”

She laughed and settled her wet body down against me, her pussy rubbing against my belly. The kiss that she planted on my lips was long and deep and the touch of her tongue on my lips seemed to ignite me. I let go of the pool and stood before her, my arms encircling her waist and back. I felt a twinge in my groin as if the body was begging for more rest before pursuing what the heart wanted more of.

“Now, Quentin McCann,” she giggled, as her arms fell around my shoulders. “Are you sure you don’t want to conserve your energy for some dining and dancing and perhaps some high stakes gambling?”

“I’m certainly up for the dining and dancing, but I never gamble,” I replied. “I only go with a sure thing.”

“So does that mean we’re going out tonight?” she asked, her eyes and her wet naked body teasing with me. “Or would you rather stay in?”

“First we go out,” I said slowly. “Then we have the rest of the weekend to stay in.”

“I think we can arrange that,” Rebecca replied.

We lingered in the pool a while longer, kissing and touching, sharing a laugh or two, but soon we headed up to our rooms and dressed for the evening. The only suit I had packed was dark and held a decent press so I didn’t look half-bad once my necktie was cinched up.

Waiting for Rebecca downstairs, I wandered through the main hall and the library looking over her collection of art and statuary. The bronzes were mostly modern European, many of which I didn’t recognize. But the paintings were mostly early Impressionist. One in particular caught my eye, a lovely Monet waterscape that seemed to draw you in and seemed vaguely familiar. I was standing before it, feeling the atmosphere of the setting when I heard Rebecca’s heels on the stairs. She looked gorgeous in a short black dress and heels with a single strand of pearls strung about her neck.

“So you discovered my Monet?” she asked.

“It’s beautiful,” I remarked. “You can almost smell the lillies and hear the bullfrogs.”

“It’s one of my favorites here,” she said standing beside me and looping her arm inside mine. “I’d like to take it back home, but it would be a shame to take it out of the country. Now, shall we?”

“Oui, Mam’selle,” I replied and we turned toward the door.

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

“There you go with that French again,” I sighed with a smile. “You know, you really could take quite advantage of me talking to me like that.”

“Oh really? I’ll make certain to remember that then.” He remarked with a sly grin on his face as he opened the door to the Mercedes for me to get in.

“Mmmm, I hope you do,” I said leaning into him and brushing my lips to his. “Would you like to drive this time?”

“I think I’ll let you have that pleasure, Mam’selle. You know the area and besides,” he said and bent down, his breath warm against my neck as he whispered, “there are some advantages of being the passenger.” He kissed right below my ear and then whispered several other words in French, making me shiver.

“Again with those advantages,” I laughed softly. “If we’re going out you better let me get in the car before I change my mind and decided to take a ride on something else.”

“Now there’s a nice thought,” Quint remarked, but moved aside letting me pass and shut the door once I was behind the wheel.

It didn’t take us long to drive to the restaurant I had decided to take him too, the food and atmosphere being exquisite. It also had a wonderful lounge that was noted for the very talented pianist that played regularly. It also didn’t take Quint’s hand long to rest on my thigh just below the hem of my dress while his fingers teased the warmth of my inner thighs as we drove. After several more teasing comments and laughs back and forth I pulled up in front of the restaurant, having the valet open my door and take my keys to park the car.

With Quint’s hand at my lower back, more or less guiding me, we walked in and were immediately hit with the heavenly aroma that filled the air. The music was playing, the atmosphere gay and exciting while the twinkling dim lights as well as the candles lit on each table gave the place that special touch of romance. We were led to a table and Quint gave our drink order to the cocktail waitress, speaking in French naturally, making me almost melt right there.

“So tell me Quint, what does a French speaking American lover, a quite remarkable one I might add, suggest for dinner on a night like tonight?” I asked as we looked over our menus.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

“A very nice menu to select from,” I commented glancing through the pages. “Depends on how hungry you are, Rebecca.”

“You did help me work up a pretty healthy appetite this afternoon, Quint,” Rebecca smiled. “So I am starved.”

“Do you have any preferences?” I asked, looking over at her. “Or maybe I should ask if there is anything that you won’t try?”

“With you in charge, there isn’t anything that I won’t try,” she said, her smile broadening so that I could see the pink tip of her tongue flick between her teeth. “So why don’t you order for us.”

“Hmm, I like the sound of that,” I said with a grin and then turned back to the menu. “You’re sure? You won’t break out in a nasty rash if I order seafood for you? We couldn’t have that.”

“No,” she giggled. “No allergies.”

“D’accord, Mam’selle,” I replied, watching her smile glow.

The waiter soon returned and stood beside the table. “Que pouvons-nous être privilégiés pour vous servir ce soir, ce Monsieur?” he asked very cordially.

“Nous commencerons avec le Langouste Grillée Thermidore,” I began, enjoying the look on Rebecca’s face, half puzzled and half quite amused. “Pour notre plat de pâtes nous’ll a les Pâtes Ala Carbonara. Je pense que nous aurons le Salade Frisee et Roquefort. Pour notre servir de poisson nous aurons le Brochette de la Mer avec le Eventail d’Avocats aux Crevettes. Et pour notre cours principal nous partagerons le Coeur de Filet à la confiture d’oignons.”

“Les très bons choix, chaque celui, monsieur!” the waiter replied with a nod, expertly noting each selection without writing it down. “Aurez-vous le vin avec votre dîner?”

“Oui,” I replied. “Une rose pour commencer et une bourgogne avec le entrée.”

“Très bon. Merci, monsieur,”

“Vous êtes très l'accueil,” I replied before he turned to leave. I looked over to Rebecca who smiled.

“So just what have I been committed to this evening?” she asked. “I know a little French but couldn’t follow all of that.”

“Well, first he told me that you have the most beautiful breasts that he has ever seen and that he would like to …” I began to say, but Rebecca saw through my teasing little joke.

“He did not!” she said. “He asked you what we wanted … didn’t he?”

“Oh, so you do understand a little?” I teased. “Well actually, I ordered the Langouste Grillée Thermidore which is gratinated spinylobster with white wine shalot sauce with mustard, mushrooms and cream. Then the Pasta Ala Carbonara, a light pasta with olive oil, garlic, parsley, bacon pieces and egg on top, the Salade Frisee et Roquefort, a curly salad with roquefort dressing and croutons, the Brochette de la Mer which is a skewer of monkfish, salmon, scorpion fish and black tiger prawns, followed by Eventail d’Avocats aux Crevettes, avocadoes stuffed with prawns. And for our main course the Coeur de Filet à la Confiture d’oignons which is the heart of fillet of beef in an onion sauce, which is fitting since they use lots of onions in their cooking here in Nice.”

“Mmm, I can’t wait … that all sounds so good,” she replied. “So tell me Quint, where’d you learn to speak French?”

“The same place I learned to make love to a woman … in college,” I answered. “But like making love, it’s taken years of experience to get really good at it.”

“That certainly shows, in both cases,” Rebecca smiled. “So what other unexpected talents are you hiding?”

“I can cook rather well, I do my own laundry, and could lecture on economics at the university level,” I replied. “And don’t get me started about Seventeenth Century Italian poetry.”

“So if you can do all that,” she asked, her smile fading into an inquiring look of true interest. “Why did you end up in the insurance business … especially as an investigator? With your obvious education and other talents, I’d figure you for a CEO, or a university professor, or something … other than what you are.”

“I always thought so too,” I said before taking a long sip of my drink. “But I got married and wasted a bunch of years chasing a middle class dream that wasn’t meant to last. Yeah, I suppose I could be doing more with my life, but I’m content being my own man and not taking any crap from anybody.”

“And now you’ve met me,” Rebecca said, her light brown eyes looking deeply into mine. “Maybe it’s time for good things to start happening for Quentin McCann.”

“If you mean helping set me up in something, forget it,” I said. “Ain’t gonna happen. Like I said, I’m my own man.”

“I know. That’s one of the many things that I like about you,” she replied, her head held up proudly. “I just thought that maybe I might bring you a little luck.”

“Find me the thief from the Museum heist and it’s a deal,” I chuckled. For a moment she looked into my eyes with hers narrowed.

“Oh, no,” she said with a quick smile. “I’ll leave that to you rugged investigators.”

I took her hands in mine and returned her look. The night was still young and the sommelier was just wheeling the wine cart up to our table. After opening and offering a taste to me, he poured us each a glass and left the bottle at our table before disappearing. I held up my glass for a little toast.

“A la femme avec les beaux yeux!” I said and we clinked glasses.

“If you don’t stop speaking French, I’m going to melt all over you,” she giggled.

“Why, you have beautiful eyes, don’t you?”

“Only when I’m looking at you,” she replied.

I suddenly felt a warm foot press against my leg and Rebecca smiled warmly. As she took another sip of wine, I felt her bare foot ease up my leg till it reached my knee.

“Speaking of melting,” I said. “You keep that up and you may make something else melt.”

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

“Mmmm, really? Maybe that‘s what I‘m hoping for.” I said softly and stretching my leg, eased my foot up past his knee a bit along his inner thigh.

“Rebecca…” he said in a soft but rather stern voice.

“Quint?” I smiled teasing him with a sensual look in my eyes enjoying the cute little grin that creased his cheeks even though he was trying to be stern. Just as I teased his crotch with my toes, our waiter came back bringing our first course and I lowered my foot, grinning at him.

As the different courses were brought to us, I was amazed at how wonderful the food tasted. Every bite seemed to be mouth watering but I wasn’t sure if it was as much the food or the man that I was sitting across the table from that seemed to be making this evening feel so sensually arousing. Although I was taken back by his comment about catching the thief, I was fascinated by the fact that he had chosen that profession instead of what he could have been. I definitely understood about not taking crap from people all too well considering the life I had chosen, but it was very rare that I had ever met someone that had the drive, ambition or even guts to do the same.

What makes a person do that, I wondered, yet in some ways wasn’t I exactly like him, doing my own thing, not taking crap while trying to find some little pleasures along the way that made my heart race, I thought to myself. The more I thought about this, the more I felt something deep inside me that I had for the longest time tried to hold at a major distance. And from the sound of it, Quint had been doing the same or had done the same as I had been doing.

Through out the course of our meals we talked, laughed and teased, but there seemed to be a look between us that said that this was the beginning of something more than just a weekend fling. It was as if their was a battle going on between two hearts, or minds, each from a different world, yet so much the same. Neither really seemed to be sure if they could trust those feelings, let alone admit there were any emotions other than the simplicity of the moment.

By the time we were through with dinner, the plates cleared both of us extremely impressed with the food, there also was a heat rising between us. When the waiter came back with the check, he looked at Quint, speaking French and Quint answered.

“So other than who signs the check, what else was he saying. Even though I don’t know much French, I knew he said a lot more than that?” I asked Quint with a teasing smile on my face.

“Hmmm, are you sure you want to know?” he asked, taking his napkin and nonchalantly wiping it across his lips. The smile on his face and the spark in his eyes already told me that he was teasing me again, but loving the way he did it only enhanced my feelings even more.

“Oh was it something like ‘you need to get this lady home, strip her, make mad passionate love to her and then fuck her brains out?” I said keeping a straight face.

“Wow, and here I thought you didn’t know too much French.” he chuckled then took another sip of his wine. “Actually he was telling me that I needed to take you in the lounge, put my arms around you and dance with you until…”

“Until what?” I asked grinning and overwhelmed by the emotions just his smile seemed to have on me.

“Oh, I think you could figure it out. So how about that dance?”

“Mmmmm, sounds very good to me.” I replied wasting no time in standing up, having him follow.

We left our table and moved to the lounge, finding a nice secluded table in the corner and after our waiter brought our drinks, Quint smiled at me.

“So what about that dance? Feel like rubbing bodies for a few minutes?” he asked with a smile that I felt right between my legs.

“Oh I’m more than ready for rubbing bodies, but while we’re here, I’d love to dance.” I said, loving the effect our teasing was having on both of us.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

“Very well, Rebecca,” I said and then led her out to the cozy little dance floor. She slipped into my arms comfortably and we began to dance a slow foxtrot. Rebecca wasted little time pressing her body up to mine and with my hand held tightly yet politely to her back and the firm pressure from her breasts, I could easily tell that all she had on was the dress that clung to her every curve snuggly. Just the thought was enough for my cock to twinge and grow and I knew that she could feel it against her belly. “I must say that you are a very good dancer.”

“Must be from all those charity affairs and fundraisers that I attend,” she smiled. “But then I’m not usually in the arms of a man who can dance as well as you, Quint.”

“What? With my two left feet?” I said with a small grin that gave me away as we turned about smoothly. “But actually, my mother instructed me to learn how to dance and it has come in handy on more than one occasion.”

“Well, I certainly appreciate it,” she said and then leaned forward to rest her cheek on my shoulder.

There was a warm feeling being exchanged between us. We had enjoyed a wonderful day, had some of the best sex I could ever remember in the afternoon, and now after a sumptuous meal, we were dancing to some old standards. If this was the movies, they would have queued up the lush orchestra and I would have been ready to fall in love. But I couldn’t think about that for Rebecca and I came from two different worlds.

Sure, we could run away for the weekend to a sunny romantic place, but come Monday morning, she would be off to her boardrooms and high-level meetings and I would be back at Mutual Insurance, plodding through claims and reports, miles away from her socially. But I wasn’t going to let those thoughts claim my spirit, for the night was still young and the sparkling Mediterranean was glittering with starlight just outside.

When the song ended we wound our way back to our seats walking hand in hand. I ended up springing for the bottle of wine that we shared and as we took our last sips Rebecca glanced over at me.

“So are you ready, Quint?” she asked.

“I’m always ready, Rebecca,” I answered, knocking down the last drops of the Pinot Noir. “What are you proposing?”

“I’m not, really,” she said gathering up her handbag. “I just thought you might want to move on.”

“Well, I did have something in mind,” I replied, getting up from the table and holding out my arm for her.

“And what would that be?” she asked, slipping her arm in mine as we strolled out toward the front.

“There’s a lovely bunch of stars out tonight and there’s a wonderful walkway along the sea, I thought we might take advantage of the time and place.”

“And each other?” she asked.

“Mmm, I love the way you flirt with me,” I chuckled.

We made our way out, leaving the car at the restaurant and strolled along the walkway, taking in the sight and scent of the city and the sea. When we came upon a private little bench set in a niche that jutted out toward the sea, we took a seat. Rebecca straightened out her dress and leaned toward me as I put my arm around her shoulders.

“This is very romantic, Quint,” she said, looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes of hers, twinkling with the starlight. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say that you were trying to seduce me.”

“Maybe you shouldn‘t know better,” I replied.

“Does that mean that you are trying to seduce me?”

“That thought has occurred to me, now that you mention it,” I smiled, bringing my hand to her face and caressing her cheek. “Here we are in this romantic setting, the stars, the sea, the scents of Nice, couldn’t think of a better place.”

“Nor I a better person to be with,” she added, moving her hand over to rest on my thigh.

I leaned over and kissed her warmly, the simple brushing of our lips seeming to stir us both. I could feel her hand begin to move on my thigh, stroking it, squeezing it, gently raking her nails on it. As our lips pressed closer together I let my hand trail down from her cheek, along her neck, over her breast, cupping it, teasing the nipple till it stiffened. Then it moved down over her tummy and hip until it reached her leg, and I sought out the hem of her skirt and followed her silky stocking up underneath her dress to the lace top and met the soft smooth skin of her thigh.

“Mmm, Quint,” Rebecca moaned softly. “You are trying to seduce me, aren’t you?”

“And you’re complaining?” I asked.

“Of course not, but I would have thought that with all that went on this afternoon that you might be a little … hmm, worn out?”

“Oh that,” I said cavalierly, inching my hand further up the silky skin of her thigh. “That was all about heat and passion and intensity. Tonight is all about … mmm, romance, shall we say?”

“You can say that all you want,” Rebecca replied. “Cause I don’t think I’d ever get tired of hearing it.”

As we leaned together for another kiss, my fingertips had reached the top of her thigh, and instead of feeling something lacy or silky, I felt the warm soft folds of her pussy, a very smooth and sleek pussy.

“Miss Foresythe,” I said, in between light little kisses. “It has come to my attention that you aren’t wearing any panties.”

“And you’re complaining?” she giggled as my fingertips flirted with the slit of her sex.

“Not at all,” I said, moving my hand to cup her sex. “And not only that, but it feels as though you have shaven this sweet little thing of yours completely.”

“Complaining?” she teased.

“Unh-unh,” I answered. “My Mama didn’t raise no fool.”

With that, Rebecca lifted her other hand to me curling her fingers around my neck and pulling me closer for a deep wet romantic kiss, the kind that make your toes curl up and your cock spring to life.

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

Kissing Quint, especially like this, here underneath the stars, the flavor of the wine still on his tongue, and the warmth of his hand cupping my sex was giving me a deliciously intoxicating feeling. One that made my head feel light, might heart flutter and had me feeling like a young maiden on her first date. It was something I hadn’t felt or even thought about in such a long time and now here with Quint seemed to be more than right.

“You sure know how to kiss a fella,” Quint whispered as his lips went from the warm wetness of my mouth along my neck to the shell of my ear.

“Well you sure know how to make a lady tingle just about all over.” I sighed softly, twisting my neck a little to feel his hair across my face and breath in his wonderful scent. My hand lifted and gently combed through the back of his hair, lightly tickling the back of his neck while we both planted soft arousing kisses on each other’s neck, nibbling on ears.

“Just about all over? Is there somewhere I’ve missed?” He said, speaking deliberately low and sensual, the warmth of his breath on my neck giving me shivers.

“Maybe just one little spot but I’m sure you’ll be finding it soon enough.” I said, my tone matching his own.

Very lightly I felt his finger slide ever so slowly up and down my moist slit, teasing me and making me quiver. His hand at my back was making lazy slow seductive circles, caressing and warming me up immensely. My hand caressed down his chest, my fingers circled his manly nipples making them taut and causing a slight tremor from him.

“I certainly hope so, although I have a good idea where that spot might be.” Quint chuckled softly and then whispered several more words of French in my ear. His hand had moved from the warm silkiness of my pussy back down to tickle and tease the soft flesh of my inner thigh above my stocking.

“And what exactly did you say making me melt with this time?”

“Oh, just letting you know where all those wonderful, beautiful spots are that I want to make tingle.” He answered with the most wonderful smile on his face and steamy look in his eyes.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you are very good at seducing?” I sighed as I lifted my head and looked deep in his eyes. I could feel myself being drawn in by them, the warm glow of desire in his eyes and on his face, in his touches, all were stirring me, not just physically but pulling at my heart as well.

“Maybe that’s because when I look at you, all I can think of is seducing you.” He smiled again and pulled me closer. This time he kissed me, long, lingering, that not only made my toes actually curl, but set my heart on fire as well. As I leaned into him, I gently stroked over the growing bulge in his pants making him moan and twitch as we kissed.

“You know, if you keep this up, you might just have to make love to me right here.” I said, running my finger along the outline of his cock through his pants.

“And if you keep that up,” he said glancing down at my hand on his crotch, “I just might do that.”

“And miss the chance of making love in that great big bed you have back at my house?” I teased him, continuing to explore his growing hard on.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

“There’s no missing chances with you, Rebecca,” I said. “Cause I have every intention of taking advantage of each one I have.”

“There you are taking advantage again, Quint,” she responded. “Not that I would mind you taking advantage of me, especially since your seductive ways make it a very enticing prospect.”

“Sometimes, Rebecca,” I said softly, kissing the arch of her neck as she leaned her head back. “It’s not so much taking advantage of a lady, when she wants to be taken.” I moved my hand up over the soft tender flesh of her thigh, cupping her pussy more tightly this time, my middle finger pressing into her damp slit as she spread her legs just a bit. “Je vais embrasser maintenant vos seins .”

“Quint … Quint,” she sighed as my kisses drifted down from her neck toward the upper curves of her breasts. Her hand pressed down upon my cock, almost clawing at it through my trousers. When my finger probed up inside her warm moist pussy, she gasped, her voice trembling, “Oh, Quint … Ohhhh …”

With my teeth, I tugged at the slender strap of her dress, pulling it toward me and down over her shoulder as my kisses moved down over the curve of her breast, the silky material fell away from her, exposing the perfect, firm mound of her breast, her dark nipple already taut and puckered. When my closed around the hard tip and sucked gently on it, she moaned deeply; when I sucked it deep into my mouth, she gasped again, calling my name; when I nibbled on it, her hand clutched at my cock.

“Oh, Quint, you have me so turned on, I don’t think I can wait to get home,” she moaned, her voice quivering from the desire that was growing inside both of us. Breathing heavily, she brought both her hands to my trousers and pulled at the zipper. Quickly her hand reached in and through my boxers to take hold of my thickening erection. Pulling it out, she stroked it in the starlight, bending down to flick her tongue at it. “Mmm, Quint, I just can’t help it … I need to taste you now!”

Rebecca lapped at the precum drizzling from the head, then kissed the tip, her lips parting and her mouth beginning to suck. I leaned back against the bench as she went down on me, her lips and tongue drawing me deep into her mouth. I moaned loudly from the wonderful sensation her hot wet mouth was creating inside me. With her hands holding and stroking me, her mouth bobbed up and down.

I glanced around but saw no one on the walkway. There was the sound of cars and pedestrians up by the street, but we had this little space of paradise to ourselves. My hand continued to finger her pussy, a second finger slipping up inside her while my thumb moved to brush against her clit. For a moment my eyes closed just so that I could savor the feeling of her mouth moving up and down the shaft of my cock. I could feel her moving her tongue inside, wiggling it back and forth, twirling it around the tip when she brought her mouth almost all the way up.

“Oh, Rebecca,” I growled. “I thought we were going to wait.”

“Mmm, I changed my mind,” she said, raising her head up for a moment to catch her breath while her hands stroked my cock, slickened now with her saliva. “A girl is allowed to do that once in a while. Besides, this is all your fault, speaking French to me like that.”

“Ahh! Viva La France!” I called out as she went down on me again. Where better for this than on a cozy bench along the walkway by the sea on a gorgeous Spring night. Then the strong sucking of her mouth brought another growl from me and I plunged another finger up inside her wet willing pussy. “La France en vie longue!”

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

“Mmmmm,” I moaned, my throat vibrating against his cock as his entire length slid against the flat of my tongue. My hips were grinding and rocking against his fingers as he slid them up deep inside my pussy, finger fucking me while I sucked his cock.

My head began bobbing up and down, my cheeks were sunk in surrounding his throbbing member as my hands caressed his balls and teased the split between his ass cheeks. As I hungrily sucked him, my pussy was gripping tightly to his fingers as he caressed my g-spot and my clit swelled while his thumbed circled and pressed against it.

“Damn…you’re going to…make me cum…you keep this up, babe….” Quint said, panting and rocking his hips, thrusting his cock even further down my throat.

“Like you’re….not doing the….same thing….Ooh god….to meeeee…” I moaned lifting my head up for a breath and felt him quickly plunge his fingers in and out of my pussy. My hand was stroking him, my thumb circling the tip of his cock as I smiled up at him. “Come on darlin, give me your cum, fill my mouth with it and make me cum.” With that I engulfed his cock, my teeth scraping lightly as I went down on him and fiercely sucked him all in, gently squeezing his balls as I did.

“Oh yeah…fuck me with that mouth of yours…” he growled putting a hand against my head and pressing me to his groin. I rubbed my face, shaking my head to and fro, sucking and grazing him with my tongue and teeth. His balls were growing hard in my hand and as he was finger fucking me, rubbing my clit I could feel the tension inside me rising quickly.

“HERE IT…OH FUCK…CUMS…OH FUCK ME…” Quint said in a deep guttural moan, ramming his fingers deep up inside my pussy. I felt him tighten up just before he filled my mouth with his cum and I moaned, swallowing it as it hit the back of my throat.

My pussy clenched tight, my legs closed around his hand and my belly contracted hard as I felt my orgasm rise up. I was shaking and moaning while I continued milking the cum from his cock, not able to hear his noises above my own.

“Damn Rebecca, you are one hot broad,” Quint groaned as I finished licking all the cum from his cock and licking my lips when I came up to meet his gaze.

“Mmmmm, I like the sound of that. You’re pretty hot yourself, you know. So you think that will hold us until we get back to my place?” I asked him with a teasing smile.

“Oh now, I’m not so sure,” he chuckled, smiling with a bright gleam in his eyes.

Sitting up, I leaned against him at the same time he pulled me and our lips met in a long passionate kiss. After we regained our composure, straightened our clothes, his arm went around my shoulders and leaned my head back against his arm. We sat for a while gazing up at the sky and across the Mediterranean, continuing to enjoying the wonderful evening it had turned out to be.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

“You know, I could very used to spending time with you like this,” I said, breaking the silence after several minutes of just sitting together, quietly and closely.

“Oh really?” she said with the touch of a giggle in her voice. “You mean getting me off and getting a blowjob in public?”

“This isn’t exactly public, Rebecca,” I said, feeling her lean warmly against me, in the dark little niche off the walkway. “And my sentiment has less to do with the terrific sex we’ve have and more with the way I feel about you.”

“So now you have feelings?” she asked, lifting her head from my shoulder.

“Should that surprise you?” I asked. “Of course I have feelings for you. Maybe you’re used to having this kind of affair, but it’s something new and different for me.”

“Just so you know, Quint, this is a new experience for me too,” she said, nestling her head back down on my arm. “This sort of thing doesn’t happen to me often. Maybe it’s because my position or wealth or power or influence, but I haven’t had a full-blown love affair in a couple of years, and before that it was hit and miss, mostly miss.”

“I guess I find that hard to believe,” I replied. “You’re beautiful, sensual, have a great sense of humor …”

“Like to take long walks on the beach and love puppy dogs too!” she teased, interrupting me. “But, Quint, I’m not perfect. I’ve had to work hard for everything I’ve gotten. Sure, I came from money, but I’ve had to earn my way every step. Maybe along the way I’ve missed out on a few things. Most of my girlfriends are married now with kids and minivans full of soccer players or ballet dancers. I would have liked all that I guess, but my life took a different direction.”

”And what does that have to do with me?” I asked.

She turned and looked up into my eyes and shook her head slightly. “Don’t get me wrong, Quint … I love my life … it’s full of businesses to manage, houses full of things, freedom to go wherever I want, when I want, and with whomever I want. But when I come home at night, it’s always a book or a briefcase that I crawl into bed with. That’s why you’re kind of special for me.”

“You’re kind of special for me too, Rebecca,” I told her, pulling my arm tightly around her. “Since my divorce, my love life has been mostly sad. There’s been a couple of high spots maybe, but nothing worth hanging onto. I certainly had no idea this would happen between us. Until we had a chance to talk at your house a week or so ago, I thought you were kind of an uptight bitch.”

“And now what do you think?” she said, running her hand over the limp cock in my pants.

“You are anything but uptight and certainly not a bitch,” I said, feeling the mere touch of her hand begin to excite me again. “In fact there are a few other words that come to mind.”

“Oh, she said, slipping her hand inside my pocket to get a better feel of my cock.

“Desirable … sexy … insatiable come to mind … there are others,” I said, as my hand moved up from her thigh, over her hip and then up to cup her breast through the light fabric of her dress.

“And just what might they be?” she asked, as her fingers curled around my aching cock.

“Well, they are in French,” I said. “And I’m afraid that if I tell them to you here, we might end up doing something that really gets us noticed.”

“Want to head back then?” she suggested. “There’s that big old bed waiting for you.”

“And you too, I hope,” I said.

With another kiss, we rose from the bench and walked hand-in-hand back to her car.

“Think you can find your way?” she said, tossing me the keys.

“I’ll always find the way back to you,” I laughed.

With the top down and the warm breeze off the Mediterranean, we wound our way back to her house. After walking arm-in-arm up the curving staircase, we paused at the top and embraced. The way Rebecca looked up into my eyes, I knew there was something she wanted, and I was sure she could knew by the look in my eyes that I wanted to give it to her.

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

“Soooooo,” I said softly licking my tongue sensually across my lips at the same time pushing Quint’s jacket down off his shoulders. “Now that we’re home…” I leaned up brushing my lips on his then placed his jacket over the banister.

“Yes, now that we’re home,” Quint smiled There was a twinkling in his eyes as he brought his hands up, his fingers dancing lightly below my earlobes and down my neck. “All alone, no worry of a stray onlooker,” he whispered and bent down, deliciously tickling my lips with his tongue.

“And a big comfy bed just around the corner,” I said with a naughty little grin on my face as I undid his tie, letting it hang down his shirt and my fingers started toying with the buttons of his shirt.

“Mmmm, perfect for a good nights rest,” Quint said, faking a yawn and stretching his arms out. “That is unless you were trying to seduce me, that’s not what you’re doing is it Rebecca?” He asked with a teasing smile and dropped his hands to rest on my hips.

“I wouldn’t dream of seducing you Quint, can’t a girl just help a guy get ready for bed?” I sighed as I finished unbuttoning his shirt and started pushing it from his shoulders.

“By all means, I’d be a fool to turn down a beautiful woman wanting to help put me to bed.” Quint shucked the shirt off his arms and grabbed it placing it on top of his jacket.

“Damn, what is it about a bare chested guy with only a tie hanging down from his neck like that that gets a girls blood simmering.” I remarked and raked my fingernails down his chest, lightly scratching over his nipples and smiled seeing him twitch and take a deep breath. “Although a naked man wearing just the tie, uhm uhm, now that’s a sight.” I hummed moving my hands down to the waist of his pants.

“Uh, wouldn’t you like to finish this around the corner, that way you can help tuck me in too?” He said, having run his hands up my dress and was cupping the cheeks of my ass.

His mouth dropped down on mine and without waiting for me to answer him, was backing me around the corner into his room. By the time I felt the bed at the back of my knees, I had his zipper opened and my fingers curled around his thickening shaft, freeing it from the confines of his pants.

“Seems someone is getting anxious for bed,” I said, giving his cock a firm squeeze, rubbing my thumb over the tip.

“Grrrrr,” Quint growled, thrusting his hips some, pushing his cock further through the loop in my hand. “Damn woman, you sure do know how to get a man ready for bed.”

With that, he took me by surprise, pushing me back to fall against the bed with my legs falling open and my skirt hiked up almost to my waist. Letting out a surprised gasp, I smiled without moving, seeing the lust in his eyes as he quickly removed his pants, boxers, shoes and socks.

“Oh my, now you’ve gone and done it, standing there naked with just that tie on. Next thing you’ll be doing is talking French and you just might not be going to be alone.” I giggled, the desire and passion obvious in my eyes as I gazed long and hard at him from his head to his toes.

“Wasn’t that the idea to begin with?” He chuckled moving on the bed to straddle my waist at the same time pulling the hem of my dress up and over my head. “Now what is it about a woman, naked all but hose and heels, pinned down underneath me with lust in her eyes that makes a man’s blood boil?”

“Knowing she wants you maybe?” I replied lustfully and grabbed the loose ends of his tie. “Come here and kiss me already,” I growled, pulling him down and our mouths came together in a passionate kiss while his hard warm cock pressed against my belly.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

Our kiss was warm and passionate and grew hotter by the moment. As my lips moved down to her neck and shoulders then down to her breasts, Rebecca took hold of my head with her hands and guided me from one breast to the other and back. I reached up and grabbed her wrists and held her arms above her head for a moment while I suckled and nibbled on her dark sweet nipple. When I let go of her wrists, she brought her hands down to my head again guiding me to her other breast.

Ordinarily, I would have let her do so, for I always like a lady to tell me what she likes or prefers. But my passion was so determined this night that I lifted her hands from my head again and forcibly held her arms high above her head.

“Oh, Quint!” she giggled and then gasped when I returned to her wet nipple, wanting to tease it endlessly, and make it stiff and hard and erect. I wanted to touch her too, cup her breasts as I sucked and tongued and nibbled on them. And when I reached down to touch her, she again grasped my head, this time pulling my face up toward hers for a wet sloppy kiss.

“Miss Foresythe,” I said in between some hot deep kisses. “I can see that I’ll have to do something about this.”

I grabbed for her wrists and held them together with one hand. Then slipping off my tie, I quickly wrapped one end around her wrists, tying them together. She giggled and struggled a bit but not so much that I couldn’t bind her hands together. Finally, raising up so that I was straddling her chest, my long thick cock dangling in front of her face, I began to tie her wrists up on the bedpost securely. It was when she pulled her arms and found them secured tightly to the bed that I saw a different look in her eye, a look of fear wax mixed in with the desire and lust and yearning I had seen before.

“Quint!” she called out, trying to free her hands. Her voice was soft and seductive but with a tint of desperateness. “Quint, sweetie! You really didn’t have to do this. I promise to behave. Now why don’t you untie me and we can …”

“No way, Babe!” I replied, wiggling my hips so that my long cock swayed in front of her mouth.

“But I promise, Quint … I’ll suck your cock again, real good … I know you like the way I suck your cock!” She flicked her tongue out trying to lick it, but I began to scoot down along her body, letting it graze against her breasts. “You want to fuck my tits, Quint? Let me loose and I hold them together for you, okay?”

“That’s not what I have in mind, hon,” I said, moving my legs down to kneel between hers and returning my mouth to her breasts. “I want to do this first.” I closed my mouth around her left nipple, sucking it savagely up into my mouth, tonguing it and nibbling on it firmly.

“Oh! Oh, Quint!” she cried out, her body writhing from my oral onslaught on her gorgeous firm breasts. I cupped both of them with my hands, squeezing them together, and fingering the nipple that wasn’t in my mouth. She arched her back, pushing her breasts up into my hands, into my mouth. Her moist pussy began to rub against my leg and I shifted my knee up to press firmer against her wet sex. When I had her nipple as hard and wet and erect as I thought it could get, I blew a soft stream of breath over it, seeing the aureole pucker up completely and making her moan loudly. “Quint! Oh, you bastard!” she swore.

So I then turned my attentions to her other breast, this time circling it with my tongue starting form the outer reached and slowly, tantalizingly moving closer and closer to her nipple. She tried to shift her shoulders and guide my tongue toward her begging nipple, but I took my time, laving the soft tender skin of her breast with my tongue and planting a hundred sweet kisses all around it.

“Damn you, Quint! Stop teasing me!” she cried out. I held her other breast, rolling the wet stiff nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pulling on it. “I’ll do anything! Just suck on my tit!”

“Mmm,” I growled, looking up at her face and seeing the wonderful look of lust and passion grow darker in her light brown eyes. “I’ll get there, hon, just you wait and see.”

I leaned down and continued to kiss and lick around her breast, coming oh, so close to her aureole before moving away. I could see the dark nipple grow hard and erect without my even touching it. When I cupped the flesh of her breast, it stood tall and pointy. And after another minute or two that must have seemed like forever to Rebecca, given the way her body writhed and wiggled, I brought my tongue onto the wrinkled aureole and then to the hard pointed tip.

“Mmm, oh, fuck Quint!” she gasped as my warm mouth closed around her sensitive nipple. I sucked it deep into my mouth, my tongue swirling around it, my teeth grazing on it. Her pussy was grinding firmly against my thigh now, her back arching and her hips riding up my thigh as I made love to her tits. Her stocking covered legs rose up and rubbed against my legs. When I let her nipple pop free of my mouth, I blew a stream of breath across it and watched it tense up. “Oh, Quint! You bastard! Oh, fuck!”

And as I held her breasts and squeezed them, letting my fingers toy with her hard wet and erect nipples, I shifted myself down farther, kissing my way down her chest and tummy. After tonguing her navel and licking my way down over her belly, I raised my head and looked at her. Arms tied together above her head, her gorgeous breasts captured in my firm grasp, her eyes filled with a dark heated desire, and her mouth open, her lips pleading with me.

“Please, Quint! I’m so close, Baby! Make me cum! Please! Make me cum!”

I grinned and flashed my tongue, flicking it teasingly at her as I slowly let my mouth fall down toward her pussy. And an anxious and wet pussy it was, the folds swollen and glistening. She dropped her legs to the side and rocked her hips upward, parting her labia for me, spreading herself open. I could see the hood of her clit swelling up and the tip of her nub begin to extend.

“You want to cum, Baby?” I asked, my nose close enough to breathe in her intoxicating scent.

“Oh, god yes, Quint!” she cried out.

“You want me to lick and suck on this pretty little pussy till you cum, Babe?”

“Fuck yesssssss!” she screamed, her body trembling with desire.

I grinned again and lowered my mouth down until it was pressed against the open lips of her pussy, the taste of her making me growl like a hungry animal.

“God, you taste good to me!” I groaned after my tongue had lapped up and down her pussy a few times. “So hot … so wet … so tight!”

When I brought my tongue up and circled around her clit, she raised her legs up and hooked them around my neck, trapping my head in a lock made form her silk covered legs and her sweet wet pussy.

“I’m not letting you go till I come, Quint!”

“Grrrr,” I growled and I began to eat her pussy fiercely.

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

“Oooooh yesssssss Quint, just like that,” I sang out, grinding my hips to his face as he feasted on my dripping pussy.

My thighs were trembling against his head, my hips bucked to his mouth as his tongue licked, lapped and sucked. My hands clenched, my wrists twisting in the ties that bound them and my moans grew louder with every wonderful enticing stroke of his tongue. My tits were aching as he kept squeezing and fondling them while his tongue ravished my pussy. I could feel the tension building, ready to release any second and seeing this Quint pressed harder.

“Now Babe, cum,” he growled lifting his for just a brief second before he sucked, bit and chewed on my clit thrusting two fingers deep inside my pussy.

“OH GOD…OH YESSSSSSSSSS…CUMMING…” I screamed out as my hips bucked hard against his face, flooding him with my juices. I bucked and thrashed wildly as he licked and lapped up my essence, continuing to thrust his fingers deep in my pussy until my climax peaked and I relaxed my legs around his neck.

“Mmmmm babe, you have one sweet pussy,” Quint said as he slid up my body, bringing his lips to mine, kissing me hard, letting me taste my own juices on his lips.

“So you going to untie me now and let me have my way with you?” I asked, pleading with my eyes.

“Hmmm, I don’t know Babe, I kind a like you a bit helpless like this, kind of turns me on,” he grinned that devilish grin I had come to really look forward to and got excited by. He scooted up, straddling his thighs across my belly and started squeezing my tits again.

“Oh come on sweetie, don’t you want me to suck your cock, or squeeze my tits so you can fuck them? Come on honey, let me go,” I pleaded with him, raising up so that his cock rubbed against my belly, with my hips rocking and twitching.

“Oh I want you to do all that, but you don’t need your hands for that hon,” he said and pushed my tits together sliding his cock back and forth between them. “Oh yeah, I like this,” he groaned.

“Damn you Quint,” I squealed, but grinned at him and as his cock poked through my the valley of my breasts, I leaned up and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. My tongue flicked back and forth across his tip, my hips raised rubbing against his ass and I delighted in seeing him lean back and groan.

“Oh baby, fuck you get me so hot,” he growled moving his hips back and forth, his thick hard cock sliding between my tits, while I kissed and sucked the tip each time he brought it closer for me to grab.

“COME ON QUINT, LET ME SUCK IT….” I cried out as he teased me. Just watching the way he moved, feeling his body rub on mine, seeing how turned on he was getting I could hardly stand it. I wanted to suck his cock right into my mouth and make him feel all the wonderful things he had stirred in me. No other man had ever broken the barriers that Quint had broken down in me and for whatever reasons, I wanted more than anything to do the same for him.

“Suck it honey, suck it hard,” he groaned pushing his cock between my tits and into my mouth. His hands squeezed and fondled my breasts, rubbing them against his cock.

I sucked his cock deep down my throat as he raised up on his knees, the grin of lust on his face making me tingle all over.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

Rebecca looked so hot as she lie beneath me, dressed only in dark stockings and heels, her wrists still tied to the headboard with my necktie. I gathered the pillows behind her head, helping to raise it up so that she could take my cock in her mouth more easily. Her light brown eyes were heavy lidded and filled with a lustful look of desire that couldn’t be faked. And the way she eagerly sucked me into her mouth was raising the level of my own arousal greatly.

“Oh, yes! Suck it hard!” I groaned as I leaned onto the headboard and watched Rebecca swallow my long thick pink cock. I rocked my hips back and forth guiding my shaft in and out of her mouth. I could hear her moan as she sucked on me and felt the vibrations through her tongue and lips. When I backed off a bit and my cock popped out of her mouth, I held it and rubbed it over her parted lips. Her tongue flashed out to lick at me and she tried to suck me in again, but I kept myself just out of her reach.

“Quint, darlin’ … come on, please?” she begged as she struggled against the knotted necktie. “Let me make you cum! Let me make you feel the way you make me feel! Just let me loose and I’ll …”

“You’ll be able to … soon,” I teased, holding my cock so that she could just barely lick at the head.

“Oh, please, honey! I’ll do anything! Just let me …”

“But don’t you see, Babe?” I said, rubbing my cock around her lips and cheeks. “Just being here with you like this gives me pleasure … more than you’ll ever know.”

As I got down onto my hands and knees and moved down along her body, letting my long stiff cock drag over her breasts and belly, Rebecca began to fall still, just her hips rocking upward slightly. I looked down at her eyes, glazed over with lust and I lowered my lips down to kiss her. When I shifted my legs down between hers, she spread her thighs wide for me, inviting me.

“Are you going to fuck me now, Quint?” she asked. “Is that what you want?”

“That’s what I want, Babe,” I said, guiding my cock down toward her very wet pussy. “But only if you want it too.”

“Oh, you know that I do, Quint,” she sighed. “You know that I want you to fuck me, fuck me long and hard!”

“And I always love to take care of a lady who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it,” I said, lowering my body down to hers. She felt so soft and warm underneath me and her pussy was so wet.

“Don’t tease me, Quint,” she cried out. “Just fuck me!”

And so I did. I stuffed my long thick dick up inside her pussy, marveling at the wonderful tingling feeling of being buried inside her. Pulling my cock out and thrusting it back in slowly and deeply only added to the thrill. My entire body was on fire from the sensations burning through me. And it seemed to be spreading to Rebecca as well. She couldn’t hold onto me with her arms, but wrapped her legs up around my hips, her heels digging into my back, and the wild rocking of her hips spurring me on to pound her harder and faster. My arms reached around underneath her, to clutch at her shoulders so that I could thrust harder and deeper into her sweet tight body.

“Arrgghh!” I growled as the heat of the moment consumed me and all my inhibitions were released. All that mattered in the world now were our hot sweaty bodies, her very wet pussy and my hard thick cock.

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

“Uuuhhhh, yeah, fuck, oooh yessss, just like that, Quint,” I moaned loudly. I looked up in his eyes, seeing pure lust driven heat as he plunged his hard glistening cock deep inside my hot depths.

The harder and faster he fucked me, his wild abandonment thrilling me more than I had ever dreamed possible. I rocked wildly against him, with my tits bouncing and my sharp nipples hitting his chest. I could feel the juices dripping from my pussy down between the crack of my ass from the intense fire Quint was waking in me. My hands clenched, my wrists yanking on the tie while the room echoed with our groans, moans, slapping and the wet sounds of our love making.

“Fuck Rebecca…seeing you wild like this…Arrgghh…” Quint growled again and lowered his head crushing his lips to mine, his tongue pushing between my teeth ravishing my mouth. He slipped one hand down squeezing my breast while thrusting hard over and over constantly rubbing my sweet spot.

“Uhhhhh fuck Quint… I’m gonna CUM!!!” I shouted jerking up as soon as his hand clamped down on my breast.

“Yeah babe, cum, do it, NOW,” he said, his voice a low demanding shout and quickly moved his hand from my breast to my thigh, wrapping it around. I came, panting and moaning loudly my hips lashing at his while he raised my leg and leaning back, thrust hard and deep.

“Oh yeah, oh god, oooooohhhhh, uhmmmm,” I moaned, writhing beneath him, the pleasure as I came so intense taking my breath away.

Without missing a beat, Quint twisted my leg and turned me completely around with my hands twisting in the ties. I cried out again as his hands grabbed my hips and forced me back, slapping my ass to his groin as he buried his cock deep inside me.

“Oh Fuck Rebecca!” He groaned and ground his crotch against my ass while my pussy tightened and clenched hard around his throbbing cock. He slid one hand down rubbing my sopping pussy, flicking across my swollen clit making me arch up, jerking back, shaking and spasming again.

“Uhhhh, oh god, mmmmm, fuck,” I cried out between panting and moaning, barely able to catch a breath as he kept pushing me over the edge, with my ass wiggling, twitching, trembling against him.

Never had a man let go like Quint did, and the more he did the more inflamed my passion rose. When he slid his wet fingers from my clit up the crease of my cheeks to my tight puckered anus, teasing me while continuing to drive his cock deep in my pussy, I was beside myself. His fingers teasing, probing and then exploring my most sensitive part had me writhing, twisting, shaking and moaning.

“God Rebecca, I want you…I want this…” he groaned and pressed a slick finger deep inside my tight ass.

“OOOOH FUCK, DO IT!!” I cried out, shuddering and pushing back the feeling so intense, I couldn’t think, just feel. Seeing and feeling the wild wanton reactions he had roused in me, without hesitation, I felt him pull his cock from my pussy. I was moaning, squirming, and pushing back as he rubbed it up and down the cleft between my cheeks to press against my puckered rose.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

“You want this too, Babe?” I asked, as Rebecca lie there on the bed on her elbows and knees dressed in just her hose and heels, her gorgeous ass up in the air wiggling at me, her wrists still tied together and secured on the headboard. The sight of her like that inflamed my lustful desire for her. Still slick from having been in her very wet pussy, the spongy head of my cock pressed against her ass.

“Oh god yes!” she cried out, rocking her hips back against me. “Fuck my ass! Do it now!”

As we moved together back and forth, slowly but surely I felt her sphincter relax and admit the head of my cock. She gasped and moaned as I pushed up inside her very tight and hot ass. She was squeezing me tightly, gripping me like a hard little fist.

“Oh, fuck, Becky!” I groaned, slowly working more of my cock into her with each thrust. “God you are sooo tight!” But the sight of my cock disappearing between the cheeks of her ass, the sound of her voice calling out to me, and the energy I felt as her body rocked back and forth wildly made my cock grow hard as steel and soon I was fucking her hard and deep. Grabbing her hips I thrust into her, smacking her ass with my belly, sending a jiggling wave through her body.

“Fuck yes! Fuck me, Quint! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me!” she shouted loudly, her body swaying and rocking with each deep thrust. When I spanked her ass, she jumped and then rocked back against me harder. “Oh fuck yes, Quint! Spank my ass! Oh god yes!”

I paddled her ass as I fucked her until her cheeks were warm and rosy. When I fished my hand around to finger her clit, she jumped again and thrashed about the bed. I worked a couple of fingers up her pussy and rubbed her clit with my thumb, all the while never letting my cock stop pounding her ass.

“Make me cum, Quint! Fuck my ass and make me cum! Oh god! Sweeeet jesuuusss!” she screamed.

And all of this was bringing me close to the edge. My balls were no longer slapping against her pussy, but were pulled up tightly against my body. Her tight little ass was gripping me so tightly, jerking my cock, and bringing me to the peak. Finally I felt my body reach that breaking point and slammed into her with a fierce passionate fury.

“Oh god Quint! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Cumming!” she shouted and I felt her body tremble and shake. Her thighs pressed together trapping my hand that was buried in her pussy.

“Me too, Baby!” I growled and felt my cum surge up from my balls, burning its way to my cock and then shooting deep into her ass. “Uhhnn! Fuck! Damn!” I cried out as I felt my load empty into her hot ass. Again and again I felt it.

As her body collapsed upon the bed, I fell atop her, my hips still thrusting, her tight ass milking my cock dry. My hands gripped her shoulders as I emptied myself. Soon there was just the sound of our breathing heavily and the feel of our hot bodies glued together with the sweat of our passion. Finally my cock slipped from her ass and I moved off of her, turning her onto her side and kissing her fully on the lips.

“Oh, god, Quint! I’ve never … ever had a man make me cum like that!” she said, her light brown eyes sparkling, her cheeks flushed and rosy. “I’ve done that, but never like that!”

“I’ve been around a few times myself, but never had any better,” I said, brushing the strands of damp hair that were matted around her face. “God, you just bring it out in me, Rebecca.”

She smiled and then pulled at the tie that was still binding her wrists. “Can you let me go now?” she asked.

“I guess that would be the right thing to do now wouldn’t it?” I said beginning to finger the knots that I had tied. “But now you might want to exact some sort of revenge.”

“No, not now,” she giggled as one of her wrists fell free. “But maybe at some point in the future, you will get a little payback … or maybe a big one.” When her other wrist was free she rubbed them and sat up on the bed, kicking off her shoes and then slowly rolling down her stockings. I lie there on my back watching her, admiring the rosy glow of her body, her perfect skin still glistening with perspiration. When she tossed the stockings aside, she lie back down on top of me, resting her head on my chest and combing her long fingers through the light bit of hair on my chest.

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

“You know Rebecca, there’s just something about being with you,” Quint said softly as his fingers caressed leisurely down my spine.

“Hmmm, you mean being flown off to France for a weekend kind of feels not too bad?” I teased him, pulling at one of the hairs on his chest seeing him twitch.

“Hey, given my own circumstances, I’m not going to deny this isn’t like a fantasy come true. Who wouldn’t want something like this, this home alone, not counting being able to just take off for anywhere in the world at the drop of a hat, your own jet to do it, being able to afford whatever you wanted.” He remarked without sarcasm, nor envy, while at the same time his fingers made there way up my side, to tease the soft flesh of my breast.

“Someone like you maybe wouldn’t want this, not that you aren’t enjoying it, but it’s not you.” I said with a serious smile lifting my head to look at him. “So what is it about me then, could it be that I enjoy uninhibited sex with no strings attached, that I like it rough, my ass slapped, maybe even slapping yours or pinching it,” I added speaking serious but with a naughty smile on my face as I reached around and pinched his ass.

“Damn!! That hurt!” Quint said but grinned, returning a pinch to my nipple where I squirmed. “I’d be a fool to say I didn’t like that either, you know that. But that’s not really what I mean…”

I shifted moving my body completely above his so that I was lying on top of him and there was an intense questioning look in his eyes. Gazing at him it was almost as if he were trying to sort out his own feelings as well as figure out mine. I felt his hands move down my back and cup the cheeks of my ass at the same time my lips locked on his, our kiss expressing the emotions we were unwilling or unable to admit in words.

“You know, this might surprise you, Quint, but I’ve never been this impulsive nor uninhibited with anyone before either.” I said drawing back from our kiss brushing a stray hair from his brow, feeling the warmth of our sweaty bodies sticking together as mine rubbed against his. “And I most certainly can say with no doubt, I have never gotten this hot, sweaty or sticky before ever! I don’t know about you, but I sure wouldn’t mind a cool down shower, want to join me?”

“A cool down shower, with you? Is that even possible?” Quint chuckled, his eyes exploring my body as I sat up, straddling his waist. His hands came up immediately, his fingers playfully stroking my breasts.

“Anything is possible honey, haven’t we proved that already, you are here after all.” I teased him and then raising up slowly, lifting my leg over his to climb off him, giggling at the changing expressions in his eyes aw he watched me. I walked to the bathroom entry, knowing his eyes were on me and looked over my shoulder. “So are you coming?”

“Uhm cumming? That kind of was my point about a cool down shower with you, babe.” Quint said with a smirk as he got up from the bed.

I adjusted the water on the shower, making it just a little warm and after standing under it and getting soaked, I moved giving him a chance to get wet. He hesitated, checking the water with his hand before getting under the spray, the grin on his face let me know he was expecting a cold shower. While soaping up a cloth, I stood admiring his body, the sexy wet look on his broad chest, the way the water cascaded down, running off his semi flaccid cock, that twitched as soon as he noticed what I was looking at.

“Cool down shower, remember!” He chuckled and turned his back to me, lifting his face to the spray of the shower and running his hands through his hair.

“Yes cool down,” I sighed moving up behind him and leaning on him. With the cloth in one hand and the bar of soap in the other, I brought my hands around his waist and up, washing and caressing his chest and nipples at the same time. “We do have to wash a little now, though.”

“Hmmm, another point,” he remarked and took a deep breath when I lowered the cloth down his belly, to brush across his rising sex.

“A good point, I’d say,” I giggled, enjoying the feel of how his ass had instantly pressed back on my tummy.

“If I’m not mistaken, Rebecca,” Quint said spinning around, his arms going around me, embracing me and pulling me under the water with him, “the lady has tricked me about a cool down shower.” He then dropped his head, claming my lips with his.

We stood under the water for quite some time, holding each other and letting our kiss linger, deep and passionately. When our kiss broke, leaving both of us breathless, and I grinned at him as I reached my hand to the water settings.

“Are you sure I tricked you?” I asked mocking innocence and turned the cold water on high and backed away.

“OH CHRIST!!! SON OF…” Quint shouted and just about jumped out of the way of the water. His eyes were wide as he looked at me standing there laughing, and before I knew it he grabbed my hand pulling me under the water.

“OH DAMN, THIS IS COLD!!” I yelled, trying to pull free and get out of the water. Although the cold water gave me an intense rush, making my nipples stand out like hard little diamonds; it was much colder than I had meant it to be. “Come on Quint, let me go, pleeeeease…”

“But Babe, you wanted us to cool down, isn’t that what you said. And I must say, I do like the look.” He chuckled reaching up with his other hand to flick his finger across my nipple.

“Ahhhh God…damn you, Quint!” I said, shivering both from the cold water and his teasing fingers on my nipple. I struggled for a brief second before he finally let me go and shut off the water.

“Better be careful about those paybacks, dear.” Quint chuckled as he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, quickly throwing it around me pulling me to him.

“Honey that wasn’t a payback, and now I owe you two.” I said grinning into his eyes. “And believe me, there will be no doubt in your mind when I decide to give them to you.”

“Then that’s just more fun I have to look forward to,” he said softly, kissing me once again, our lips still chilled from the water but warming quickly.

It wasn’t long before we had dried off and slipped under the cool sheets of his bed, embraced in each other’s arms. Both of us were content and feeling the exhaustion of the day take over, letting us relax.

“So when do we take off tomorrow?” He asked combing his hands softly through my hair as I rested my head on his chest.

“Not until late afternoon, how would you like to go sailing first thing in the morning, when the sun is just coming up? We could have a nice breakfast out on the Mediterranean on my sailboat and assuming since you have a boat of your own, we shouldn’t need any help in maneuvering it, unless you would prefer being catered too. That too can be arranged and enjoyable.”

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

“I’m sure that as long as you’re around whatever we choose will be enjoyable,” I replied, feeling her body relax as she lay partly upon me. She seemed so light to me, resting in the circle of my arms. It didn’t take long for her to slip off to sleep though I remained awake a bit longer.

As the intensity of our passion had grown so had some feelings deep inside me. I knew I was fighting it and it sounded like maybe she was as well. At this point in my life I wasn’t about to fall for some broad, even one like Rebecca. God, she had everything I could have ever thought of wishing for in a woman, beauty, money, influence, and a raw sexuality that had me feeling supercharged just lying here holding her while she slept.

Yet how many times had I been down a road like this, falling for a babe who seemed to have it all, and for every time, my heart had broken a little more. I wasn’t a kid anymore, I wasn’t some dew-eyed youngster caught up in his first love real affair. I was my own man, had paid a lot of dues, and was determined to go my own way. I couldn’t let some loaded high-society dame come along and throw me off the tracks I was barreling down.

And yet, as Rebecca settled in her sleep, her pretty face warming my shoulder, her hands resting helplessly on my chest, and the rest of her dreamy body sleeping atop me, I held her … I held her close and tight, not wanting this moment to escape my grasp. Even she admitted that she didn’t know what there was about her or me that had brought on this entire affair.

Fuck! Tomorrow, this could all be over with! I might never hear from her again. What if? What if the next time we meet at the Museum, she gives me that cold polite glance that says, “Who the fuck are you?” Hell, I know who and what I am and I’m not some rich babe’s lackey. I’m smart, I’m my own man, I go my own way on my own time, and yet … I’m falling in love with the best thing that ever happened to me!

I took a long deep breath and then another, trying not to wake up Rebecca. But she stirred and shifted her position on the bed, bringing her warm pussy to rest on my thigh. I had known a feeling like this before, some sweet little piece of ass making me think “this” or “that” could come true, only to wake up some morning in a strange place with no cash, no car keys, and a long, lonely road home.

No, I couldn’t give in this time … I wouldn’t give in this time. I was going to enjoy this, savoring the taste of the wine and the flavor of the meat. I was going to remember each scene, each setting, each moment. And I wasn’t going to fall into love … certainly not tonight or tomorrow.

Then I felt a chuckle escape my chest, a ripple of unbelieving emotion. Fuck you, Quentin McCann! You’ve got every man’s dream lying right here in your arms, surrounded by every trapping of which you could possibly dream, and you aren’t content!

I lay back upon the cool sheets, feeling the breeze coming in from off the Mediterranean, and let the taste and the touch and smell and the feel of this entire weekend just roll off me. No intentions. No expectations. Just she and I were together. I felt a smile warm my cheeks and curl my lips and I leaned my head forward to kiss her forehead. Rebecca sighed and smiled in her sleep, and I joined her in that sleepy dreamy land where everything was possible despite where you had come from or where you had been … or where you wanted to go.

Yeah, sailing! We’ll go sailing tomorrow and all this crap of who we are and what we ought to be won’t exist. The next thing I knew, it was morning, and I had woken up, strangely enough, alone in this huge bed.