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If you like The Very Thought of Him and would like to read more of Jessa’s titillating tidbits, the following titles are available online at Barnes & Noble, Amazon, and at Smashwords.com: Family Care The Goat & the Heathen And keep an eye out for her upcoming release “Working It Out” ! «««««»»»» Dara strode with purpose down the carpeted hall, her five-inch Mary Jane heels radiating heat up her calves, and straight to her core. She inhaled deeply, her nipples hardening with excited awareness. Tonight was the night. Her night. She licked her lips, smiling as the bubblegum flavor of her lip gloss worked its way across her tongue, its sweetness flirting with her taste buds. A perfect complement to the ensemble, she thought, tightening the belt of her trench coat. Her body tingled. The soft inner lining of her coat curved to the contours of her hips and breasts. Underneath her clothes lay the black stockings, strapless bra, and see-through panties she’d picked out especially, and she swore she could feel every titillating stitch against her skin. A maid pushed a cart of dirty towels, staring with contempt at Dara's triple roll socks and heels as she passed. She almost burst out laughing. That’s right honey. Nothing but a whore on the stroll. The fire between her legs burned just a little hotter in full knowledge that her appearance nourished such conclusions. She’d been careful in crafting every detail. Right now, her tawdry dress only spurred on her lustful intentions. The Carltonn Inn was on the high end of seedy motels in the Portsmyth area. Not the Ritz, but not a complete dive. All the same, Dara wasn’t here for the atmosphere. She was here to get laid. Simple and salacious. Why in hell else would a thirty-year-old woman sport pigtails in the middle of the day? 213...214 on the left...215. This was it. Room 215. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Now, it was real. Not just an online description, words on a virtual page, a body and attractive face across the digital divide. “Kelly” would no doubt be inside—if that was in fact his real name. She stared at the white four-panel door—the calling card of the small town inn—shaking the last wave of nerves from her body. Dara meant to enter strong, guns ablaze; to make him off-kilter in her presence. She parted the folded lapels of her coat to expose just a hint of the lace cradling her breasts. Her fingertips grazed the swell of her breast, and the brief contact sent electricity coursing through her like a live wire. Drawing in a deep breath, Dara rapped three times. She matted her lip gloss, the heat from her breath lightly tickling the moist skin. The sharp turn of a lock sounded from within, and the door slowly pulled in to reveal him: a tall starry-eyed boy wearing a black wife-beater shirt and black pants. At least, he looked like a boy; some mother’s fresh-faced little prince, some community college’s probationary slacker. Yet underneath the sweet face, she knew, lay a man in sheep’s clothing—and dinner had just arrived. A slow grin spread across his face, adding a sultry air to his demeanor. “Christine.” She returned his smile, her body aglow. It was the name she’d given him, preferring its comparative sophistication and hint of sensuality to her own. She removed her sunglasses, her almond-shaped hazel eyes sliding up and down Kelly’s body, in an easy survey. He tugged her inside by the wrist, his eyes fixing on her breasts as she entered. Dara could feel his gaze on her body as she crossed the threshold, could feel his eyes, like hands caressing her skin. She put an extra wiggle in her sashay, the material of her skirt tickling the skin of her ass. The interior of Room 215 spoke of quaint simplicity. What you might expect: the queen-sized bed that took up most of the room; a nightstand...armchair...a chocolate-colored dresser...circular beige table. But Dara absorbed all of this in a haze, her thoughts squarely on her mushrooming libido. Tossing her glasses onto the table, she turned to face him. Kelly had barely moved an inch since she’d entered. At second glance, she felt all the more satisfied in her choice. His dark brown hair complemented a pair of dark blue eyes and unblemished skin. His jawline was strong, yet not sharp, and his face was clearly shaven; he was a guy, like any other. Not overly attractive, not overly dressed, not too sleek or satiny—not that it mattered. “Admiring the view?” Dara purred, unfastening the belt of her form-fitting coat. “You might say that.” His back pressed casually against the door, his thumbs hooked inside his pockets. But, although his voice attempted a controlled disaffection, the desire in his eyes spoke of something barely restrained. And Dara meant to toy with the cage. Widening her stance, she started carefully unhitching each button of her coat with cool confidence. At the second button, she stared down at her busy fingers, feeling his eyes follow their descent. Her eyes tilted up to meet his. He neared her and his arousal pulsed. Dara could make out little twitches in his fingers as they involuntarily neared his groin. Her body began to tingle from the tense excitement. Quickly, he stripped off his shirt, allowing it to slide down his forearm, and into a black lump on the floor beside him. The profile of his sculpted torso was fully exposed, the shiny silver nipple ring at his breast fueling her imagination. She could practically feel its steely curvature—the hard depression it would make on the tip of her tongue, the hitch in his breathing as her mouth enveloped it, the metallic taste blended with musk and sweat. Loosening the final button, she lowered the coat from each shoulder, letting it fall behind her onto the floor. His shoulders rose and fell with quickened breaths, his heavy-lidded eyes devouring her from afar. I guess this is what it feels like to have a man by the balls. Dara widened her stance, her breasts pressed forward, her toned midriff peaking out from beneath her tight T-shirt. “Meet your approval?” Her voice purred. The Naughty Schoolgirl. It seemed fitting somehow. And Dara could hardly deny how it accentuated the curves of her slender body. The black and white pleated mini pulled in her narrow waist, and the baby tee with “Cocks Rock” in neon green letters, bestowed a tempting curvature to her B-cupped breasts. “Absolutely,” Kelly said, as if the discernible swell at the front of his trousers wasn’t affirmation enough. He shot her a smoldering grin, revealing an adorable dimple at his right cheek. Such a compact little morsel he was, and Dara had her sights set on swallowing him whole, dimple and all. “You’re sure...?” Her arms wound behind her as she slunk towards him, crossing her legs with each advancing step. “Positive you wouldn’t prefer a slightly...closer inspection?” The hem of her skirt tickled the front of her thigh as she moved, sending jolts of heat up her body. Inches from him, she slid her fingers between her legs, curving them around the sensitive skin. “Mmmmmm. Feels really good.” God, did it—her stroking fingers creating a delicious friction against her throbbing clit. Dara leaned in, rubbing her lips gently across his, exchanging heated breaths. His hands neared her face, and she backed away, eluding his grasp. She craved his caress, the rough feel of his hands on her skin. But, she wanted him begging for it. Desperate, hungry for her. Turning, she pressed her ass into his groin, wiggling a little. He groaned. She could feel him, hard, throbbing against her round flesh, and her sex clenched, responding immediately. His hands moved to grip her wriggling hips. And with a grinding turn, she bumped him onto his heels. He grasped at the bottom of her skirt, clutching at air, as she turned to face him with a playful giggle, slowly backing away. He licked his lips, slowly making his way to her, just as her legs met the cold curved rim of the table. She gasped and a satisfied chuckle rippled from Kelly’s bowed lips. She could nearly make out his thoughts in that instant: Now you’re cornered. My turn to play. Her nipples puckered, pressing their invitation. The lure had been cast—her prey obviously tempted by the bait—and Dara’s pussy wept with excitement. Her hands groped at her aching breasts, squeezing them so hard it made her quiver. He yanked off his trousers, his dark eyes glistening, his body language speaking domination in its approach. Dara bit her lip, her entire body throbbing, responding in inadvertent submission. Their bodies met, and she sighed, reveling in his hard warmth. He wedged his hips between her legs, grinding slowly, his stiff length rousing the nerves in her clit. Her body craved him, and she moaned in spite of herself, hardly recognizing the boldness in her need. “God, you feel good,” Kelly whispered, hot warmth massaging the sweet skin near her ear. Her arms wrapped around his neck, as his hands molded into the soft flesh of her ass, his caress greedy, as if he meant to mark her with his touch. She wound her leg around his ass, and quivered against him, his tongue entering her mouth on a deep vibratory moan. It rippled through her, engorging her nipples as she deepened their kiss. Dara felt like a woman starved, as though she wanted to absorb him into every pore. And his urgency only fed her lust. He cupped her face in his hands, and she tilted her head, capturing his thumb inside her mouth. Her kiss-stained lips drew hard on its fleshy pad, inflicting it to a slow, moaning caress. “Oh fuck,” Kelly mouthed, his attention rapt, as her trembling hands guided the hard tips of his thumbs against her nipples. He pressed hard circles into them, kissing the skin at her neck. The building fever was blinding, nearly more than Dara could bear. Her body blazed white hot from the tease, his hands trailing fire across her skin. Her breasts were pulled free of their lacy encumbrance. She heard the clasp tearing as he jerked it from her body. She crushed her mouth into his, walking him backwards towards the dresser. He moaned in protest of their movement, but she ignored his pleas. Dara needed more, so much more—and she meant to take it on her terms. His hands tightened their grip on her breasts. Turning slowly, she used his wrists to anchor him to her as she settled on top of the dresser. She tore free from his mouth, her lips pulsing as she kissed her way down his neck. She angled her mouth at Kelly’s chest, working the tiny metallic ring between her lips, and released a hard sigh. He swallowed slow and hard, stifling a whimper as she sucked his nipple into her mouth, tugging gently at the steel loop. The sensations rising in her were overpowering, and she reveled in the allure of his vulnerability. His thigh pressed between her legs, instantly reigniting the fire in her clit, and she whimpered into his chest. Her thighs clamped down reflexively on his leg, her body shaking as she ground against the hard muscle. His fingers tightened around her head, as she slid her fingers down his stomach. “Oh my God Christine, pleeease,” was his strangled cry, all he could muster. Tracing the outline of his cock with the backs of her hands, his staccato gasps rippled through her like an explosion. She dipped her hand inside his jockeys, passing the tuft of curls, his head falling back further with every inch of her descent. Her hands enwrapped his thick circumference, and his breathing halted as she slowly stroked him. “Please?” she teased between licking kisses to his stomach. “Please what?” “Pleeeease,” he hissed, the blood coursing more reliably towards other organs than that seated between his ears. His groans savagely stoked her desire. She pulled ever harder, drawing back the foreskin, planting an occasional kiss on the tip of his hardening member. Her hunger surged, raring like a taunted animal suddenly set free from captivity. As she leaned in, taking him past her wet lips, his strained expression changed to one of wide-eyed astonishment. The veins and ridges of his cock hardened, carving into her tongue, and she welcomed its full heft. She widened her mouth, sucking hard on the red crown, like a child sucking its thumb. “Oh shit,” he bit out, his face and tone suddenly serious. With a strangled groan, Kelly rocked his hips away from her mouth, seeking reprieve from the acute stimulation. At his size however, his maneuvers did little. Nor did she mean to let him shake her hold. “Mm-mm,” Dara chided. Digging her fingers into his ass, she wrapped her leg around his calf, anchoring him where he stood. “No moving.” This was what she’d hoped for. What she craved—what was making her head light and her body ache with want. She playfully tickled the side of his cock with the tip of her tongue, and he whined like a rebuffed toddler. “I can’t...” he said in a ragged whisper. “I can’t...Fuck!” “You can’t...?” she taunted between rough laps at the taut skin underneath the crimson head. Indulging in his helplessness, she sucked him with easy skill, engulfing Kelly’s impressive manhood. His raspy grunts and mewls, the shudders vibrating through his body, his hard swallows and sharp hisses were all the instruction, egging her on. “Christine, oh God Christine,” he panted, as she pushed him further and further towards the edge, twisting her spit-covered palm over his thick length. She was like an animal in heat, shrewdly set on taking what she wanted—what, at least for tonight, was hers. He uttered a primal grunt, his cock twitching in her hand. So caught up in her mastery, she could have been happy doing this, and only this, all night. But she sensed that Kelly’s options were more finite—his command over his body more tenuous—and slowed her motions. She kissed tenderly around the taut circumference, feeling him expel a deep, steady exhale. “Oh God,” Kelly puffed, his tone that of a man who’d survived an agonizing ordeal. Dara’s body pulsed, coiling tight like a serpent priming for its kill strike. She lapped lazily just below the rosy crown, nuzzling the sensitive skin. Kelly grabbed hold of her curly auburn pigtails, trying to steer her head up to meet him, while below, Dara smiled a Cheshire grin, as she prepared to retake her sinful assault. “Jesus.” He laughed. “For a minute there, I thought for sure you were gonna make me co--” he began. And, on a whimper Dara started up again, pushing Kelly’s cock deep into her throat. A protracted inhale sprang free from deep in his throat, his fingers curling around her shoulders. Her excitement at a fevered pitch, she could have easily climaxed right then. Jerking roughly, her eyes never left his face, her sole objective bringing him to knee-buckling completion. The words emerging from his throat were indiscernible. Cries of yes, no, stop, don’t stop, mixed with a string of expletives and involuntary tremors. His gritted teeth began to chatter, and she almost choked with a laugh. Why women were so averse to sucking a man’s cock she would now never understand. Wherever the act ranked in the human sex power struggle, as far as Dara was concerned, there was nothing submissive in a woman’s ability to administer a knee-knocking blowjob. Controlling a man’s every breath, thought and motion, her maneuvers and manipulations alone—soft or scorching, rough or relaxed in their delivery—determining how he came, when he came, with what force and intensity. As far as she was concerned, no souvenirs of priggish ‘Purityranny’ would derogate or deprive her of this right, this pleasure, this singular prestige. And, as the first surge of cum spilled onto her tongue, Dara relished the fruits born of her commanding caress, her body feeling like one humming nerve end. Uncoiling her leg, she gave Kelly’s butt one more squeeze as his tremors began to subside. He lifted her head on a hard exhale, his body languid and loose. “Good, yeah?” she asked, batting her eyelashes. He shook his head, a reproach born of utter exhaustion. “I should have known you wouldn’t play fair.” “Catholic girls, we live to give,” she quipped, kissing the rippled curve right below his waist. He chuckled, pulling her shirt up over her head in one smooth motion. “Then I sure as hell hope you Catholic girls take as good as you give.” He lifted her to her feet before she even had time to protest. Bringing her head down to meet him, he forced his tongue into her mouth, their momentum moving her backwards towards the bed. She squealed as he pushed her onto the bedspread, stepping out of his jockeys, grabbing her legs, and roughly sliding her body up to meet him. “You want it hard and fast lady, you got it.” She raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by his promise; the throbbing between her legs entreating him to keep it. His hands moved under her skirt, triggering a tiny gasp as a blur of ripped lace flew past her and onto the bed. “Not your favorite I hope?” She smiled, biting her lip, his lustful vigor sending heat directly to her pussy. Tilting her pelvis, he slid the cheeks of her ass along the length of his cock, letting her feel how hard he was. Her pussy clenched, as if begging for its own taste; her wonder about how someone of his size might feel inside of her, what kind of lover he’d be, how he’d move, manifesting in the dizzy pounding in her ears. “You smell sooo good,” he whispered. Her ankles rested against his shoulders, and he nibbled at the skin along her calves, her body trembling in anticipation. “I’ve been thinking what I would do to you ever since I first saw you online.” He pressed her legs apart, and she stared down at his dick with unbridled lust, already visualizing its bulging curves and contours drawing out screams of unrelenting pleasure. She licked her lips, lifting her hips to receive him, and he chuckled. He knew. He could see it, could feel how badly she wanted him, and it amused him. His dimple reappeared as he stared down at her, wearing an impish grin that Dara knew would mean her ruin. He began skimming the fronts of her thighs with the tips of his fingers, rubbing her shaved lips with the ridge of his penis. Her breath was raspy and shallow, his sudden restraint slowly torturing her surging desire. Somehow, no matter how yielding to her designs, he seemed to always find the hole in her self-control, to find his mark with even the smallest caress. Without further warning, he jerked her legs forward, their eyes never parting. She gasped in surprise, and he pressed her knees back towards her ears, nearly folding her in half. “What are you d--...?” she asked, her hands clutching the spread, a look of amused confusion on her face. “Returning the favor,” was all he said. His heavy-lidded eyes fixed on her face as he lowered his mouth onto her quivering lips. He took a long lap up her slit ending at the very tip of her clitoris, and Dara’s mind swam. “Oh...my fucking...God.” She hissed, sucking in air. Her eyes shut tight, as his tongue eased more deeply inside the soft folds of her slit. He lapped slowly, making her shudder with each pass. She felt lost in the pleasure, and never wanted him to stop. He moaned, and her body responded as if electrified, feeling the vibration surge across every inch of her skin. Her hands flung to his arms, grabbing them tight, afraid she’d be overcome without them to anchor her. The tip of his tongue toyed with her clit, and Dara swiveled her hips, begging for more. “Oh God yeah. Like that, pleeease Kelly.” She whimpered in anticipation of the next rough sweep of his tongue, her pleasure only heightened by her immobility. His patient pace was driving her wild. “Mm-hm?” Kelly said, mocking her sudden eagerness. “Good?” He teased, taunting her with her own words. Her vigorous nod made him chuckle. “Uh huh.” Hard and fast, my ass, you little tease. Tugging her closer, he slid her ass to the very edge of the bed. He knelt on the floor before her, his shoulders spreading her legs, their combined weight the only thing keeping her secured to the bed. Kelly's arms wound possessively around her hips. God was she growing to love this caveman bullshit. He positioned his hands on her stomach, and drew back her throbbing lips to expose her pulsating nub. In an instant, he was at her again his motions adopting a new aggression and vigor. First just the tip, then deepening his lingual caress, moving the flattened center from side to side over the tight nerve bed. “Oh God, Kelly lick me. Fucking lick me,” Dara heard herself mutter. His head moved like a starved beast seeking sustenance, a thirsty cat lapping at the contents of its long-awaited milk bowl, and her breaths turned to frantic whimpers. He drew hard on her tiny pink kernel, circling it with his tongue. In the fog of her arousal, she spied movement below her; his arm made long strokes between his legs, and she felt her desire peaking. His ardor coupled with the sounds rumbling from his body—the wet slurp of his mouth, the moans and hungry grumbles deep in his throat—were making her wild. The muscles in her fingers throbbed from her white-knuckled hold on the bedspread. Arching her back, Dara struggled to muffle her screams. Her orgasm shot through her like lightning, and Dara lurched forward, her hand pressed hard into the back of Kelly’s head. Short involuntary jerks wracked her body, the tremors setting her body alight. She gasped violently for air, pleasure dripping from between her hot thighs. “Mmmmmm,” Kelly cooed, placing gentle kisses on each lip as her jerks continued. “So sweet. I can’t decide which lips I like the most.” Dara laughed in dizzy gasps. She could swear she saw two of him. The man had some skills, that was undeniable. She’d had no idea what she’d been missing all these years. Guys had offered, even pressed to let them taste her before, but she’d demurred—afraid and unsure how sharing such an intimacy with someone she only had lukewarm feelings for would feel. She’d be damned if she would ever again be so quick to scoff at the offer. “I think I might know how to decide,” he whispered. She fell back onto the bed with a smile, her hand resting lightly against her forehead. And up until she’d felt the welcoming slide of his tongue into her moist, pink channel, she’d been entirely convinced his insinuations were in jest. Her jaw dropped, Dara's trembles resuming, her body not entirely recovered from the previous onslaught. The muscles of her neck throbbed, sweat trickling down the space between her breasts. She cupped them firmly, moaning long and hard. “Oh God yeah.” In both its slick entrance and retreat, his tongue rimmed the walls of her cunt, introducing a new and unknown pleasure; a taste of what was to come. Restraining her whimpers, Dara undulated her hips, riding a wave of heated bliss that made her legs shudder. Kelly wasn’t removing his tongue, merely pressing it deeper inside her with a slow, lazy uptilt of his chin. Her body careened, as if riding on the cusp of her inaugural orgasm. She hissed, feeling the pressure from his tongue increase as his pace picked up. It was too much. So much, she never wanted him to stop. “God, yeah, come on. Your tongue feels so good in my pussy, baby.” “Just wait until you feel this cock sweetheart,” he teased, slipping one finger, then a second, inside her mouth. She sucked their hard thickness with hot desperation. Lapping voraciously at her slit, he eased his finger inside of her tight pink passage, fucking it a lazy pace. “Oh...God,” Dara gritted out. Kelly groaned his approval. She mewled, her orgasm building, tweaking places inside her she hardly recognized. His finger, firm and unyielding, forced a rough path into her sensitive cunt, and she uttered a shaky inhale with every searing thrust. A twinge of pain lingered, yet as the pace of his thrusts increased, so did the speed of his licks. She pulled the spread near her ears, her head shaking from side to side, her body opening up to him. “God, you’re fucking tight,” he grunted into her lips, his tongue dragging wildly over her throbbing bud. His thrusting finger was joined by a second, and Dara groaned long and loud. Her hands dug into his hair, pressing him closer as she quaked. A luscious tingle swelled, her body’s arousal picking up where it had left off. She could hardly think, could hardly breathe for the pleasure spreading through her body, the sight of his hand at work between her legs making her hornier than she’d ever been. He curled his fingers inside her, flexing them in a come-hither motion, and Dara almost launched from the bed. “H’oh, yeeeeah!” she cried. Or yelled, more aptly; her skin hot and raw, as the tremors trickled. “H’oh, oh my God, oh my God.” Her eyes remained closed as his fingers slipped from her on a clenching spasm. He rose to his feet, working one hand over her mound as he stroked his hardness. A look of pure lust filled in his features. Dara felt starved of air, nearly of consciousness. And as he crawled towards her, it was only the need they shared that shone clear through the haze of their arousal; that found her rising to meet him. Breast to breast in the middle of the bed, both on their knees, their faces ruddy, their mouths immediately closed the space between them. She could taste herself on his tongue, and relived the thrill of his oral caress with each sup. He leaned into her, kissing her breasts, rolling her hard, pink nipples between his fingers, and she arched into him with a throaty moan. “Your breasts are so perfect. Soft...and sweet...just enough to melt into my hand.” He spoke in the midst of careful laps and nips, and Dara grinned at his praise. Her breasts had always made her insecure. They weren’t as pert as they had once been, as full as they could be, as bouncy as younger girls. But all that lay outside now, and in here, none of it mattered. “Ready for more?” He kissed the moist skin between both breasts, rousing her from her thoughts. She smiled, her response the quick hold she took to the engorged muscle between his thighs. He lay biting kisses into her neck, spreading her legs as he moved. “I’ll take that as a yes.” His arm encircled her waist as he lowered his full weight against her. “Open wide for daddy little girl,” he whispered into her mouth, cradling her hips beneath him. Her heart pounded. She could feel his hand between them, and then a pressing poke at her entrance. He eased in the head of his sex, his breath quickening, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He tilted his pelvis, a slight motion, and her body throbbed. She whimpered, feeling him slide out, re-enter, then withdraw once more. “I want you so fucking bad...I can barely think straight.” Surprising herself, Dara leaned into Kelly’s neck, wrapping her legs around him as she whispered, “Then fuck me. Fuck me.” Her voice was soft, but her tone was clear and unwavering. His cares freed, Kelly wasted no time satisfying her need. She felt his arms tremble. Then, another pitting thrust. Dara cried out, shutting her eyes tight. Her cunt felt scorching hot. So full, and consumed, his size compelling her sensitive folds to accommodate him. Her fingers clutched the pillows around her head, shoving them into the headboard. He hissed, and her mind whirled, her every muscle straining underneath him. She didn’t know if she could go on, yet she didn’t want him to stop. “Come here.” He rose to his knees, pulling her hips towards him as he moved. His hand slid between them, his fingers re-awakening the nerves in her clit as pressed deep circles into the soft bud. Her fingers dug into his thighs, her passion building as she watched him plunging his hot cock inside her. Moisture flooded her core, her bent legs squeezing his slow-thrusting hips. The pulsing ache was giving way, and her jaw trembled from the mounting sensation. “Yeees, God, it's hard,” she groaned, her head thrown back. His undulations remained slow, yet searing, a hardened on his flushed face; a look of unbridled pleasure. “Open up for me baby. You feel soooo fucking good.” Dara wrapped her arm around his neck in a wild grab, pulling herself against him. Arching towards her mouth, he kissed her, feeding her his rock-hard cock in ever-deepening thrusts, her cunt giving into his full girth. Their harsh pants came in rhythmic unison. His thumb flicking her clit, the sounds of her groans magnifying the upward lunge of his hips. He curved his fingers into her ass, binding her to him, her heart pounded hard against her ribs. “You're so deep baby, soo fucking deep,” she mewled, tucking her head into the nape of his neck, thrusting back against his hips. She kissed the skin at his neck, letting her teeth graze the heated skin. He grabbed the back of her head, guiding her mouth to his. “Over,” she ordered, pushing him until he lay on his back. Their fingers interlaced, and she forced their hands above his head. She kissed him, rubbing her clit up and down his hard length. His chest heaved, and he panted hard into her mouth, attempting to free his hands. Dara tightened her grip. “Ah ah. Not...so...fast.” She eased him back, grinding slowly against him. Her breaths deepened in time with his as she lowered herself onto his hardness inch by rigid inch. His hunger was evident as he watched her from behind heavy lids, gnashing his teeth. “Stay very...very...still,” she said, working her tongue into his mouth. He felt so good. Rocking her hips, she cradled him inside her, controlling the depth of his penetration, the muscles of her cunt clamping down on him in reflexive waves. From this angle, the tiniest arch and gyration now stimulated nerve endings Dara didn’t know she had, and she felt unleashed. “Fuck ...your pussy is squeezing my cock sooo good.” His voice was strained, and it turned her on knowing that she was the cause. Her fingers dug into the hard planes of his chest. Breaking his hands free, they clutched her waist, reinforcing her grinding gyrations, her supple form in a hard tremble as she rode him. “Oh, oh shit!” She moaned into his mouth. Her breaths came hard and steady, the tickle of her orgasm building in her stomach like a stoked fire. “Yeah! Yeaaah,” he whispered, his mouth attempting to form words that wouldn’t come. Her hands met his again as she took her pleasure, riding him in undulating waves. She wound her ankles around his thighs, crushing her mouth to his, muffling a choking groan as his body reacted uncontrollably to the exquisite pressure. “Yeah. Come on. Fuck that cock. I’m gonna come!” Dara cried aloud, and with an involuntary throe, she tumbled over the edge. Her body twitched in a gasping inhale, her still-thrusting hips driving him to join her, nearly propelling her off him as he came. “Christine!” he hollered, clutching her waist. She collapsed hard on top of his heaving chest. “God Christine,” he spoke as if in awe. He chuckled in self-satisfaction, and she joined him— his pride was more than warranted. «««««»»»» Kelly lay asleep in a mess of covers. His head rested on his muscular arm, the ripples of his stomach visible beneath the thin sheet. Dara stared up at the ceiling, a calm fatigue exuding from her nude form, her body basking as if she lay on a cloud. “So lovely,” she heard in a caressing whisper. A grin spread across her face. “Will I ever see you again...? Dara?” “...Dara?” Kelly’s voice sounded odd. Wrong somehow. Had he spoken her name? Her fingers curled around the sheets at her breasts, the edges of her vision blurring. The fabric felt unusually rough in contrast to the soft padding at her back. Kelly’s hand pressed into her shoulder, and she turned to face him, staring sleepily into the smiling visage of Clark Brown. Clark? “Dara?” He spoke with a smile, his hand cupping her shoulder. “You’d be able to speak to this better than I would...” Dara blinked, struggling to break free of her carnal reverie. She looked around the table, the expectant gazes of her colleagues jarring her back to reality. Her office. The conference room. Austere oblong table. Crap! Straightening her glasses, she stared up at him, her heart pounding. “Um...Sorry Clark...Speak to...?” “Yeah, I mean, well the mayor’s office does basically have you on speed dial these days, for better or for worse.” Several people chuckled. “Any more updates on what they’re doing on their end?” He walked to his laptop perched on the podium a few feet away. He pressed the power button and, folding the top, looked back at her with quiet anticipation. The planning meeting. Right. And, she, as company head, was supposed to be debriefing the rest of the staff—not mentally jerking off like some hormonal pre-teen. Dara rose slowly from her chair. “Of course, well...,” she began, as Clark, her second-in-charge, took his seat at the other end of the table. “Well...from the conversations between Marion and I...it appears as if Mayor Weldon’s office is looking to deliver the sun, moon and stars almost solely on our dime...” The group twittered again, some sighing, others rolling their eyes in disapproval. She placed her hands on the table, leaning in, meeting the eyes of her equally harried associates and allies. How many long nights they'd spent at this table over the past few weeks. “And here’s what I’ll be telling our favorite go-between the next time I have them on the line...” Grins lit up the faces of every person in the room as their fearless leader laid out the plan of attack, her libido reluctantly jostled to the recesses of her mind. The meeting ended, and Dara ran for the hills. It could all wait until tomorrow. It had to; her mind was already elsewhere. She pulled onto the highway, breathing a sigh of relief. Her body pulsed, and she could still feel the arousal on her skin. For the third time this week, and with increasing frequency, she’d let her mind wander, and let her body be taken over by this recurring fantasy. In her head, the scene had gone as it always did—Kelly was playful and clever, keyed into her desire. The sex was sensual, hard and rough when she’d wanted, tender and soft when she’d needed; just enough to send her reeling. Ever-faithfully perfect. Slamming the door behind her, Dara went through the motions, her body on auto-pilot. She tossed the fast food dinner she was too exhausted to eat into the fridge, dropped her bag and briefcase onto the couch, kicked off her shoes, and collapsed into her favorite recliner. What a day! It felt like a pass-out-in-front-of-the-TV night. She could have all-too-readily curled up and dozed off right there. Yet, even as Dara’s body sagged, her mind raced. Was she losing it? Letting herself wander that far into her suddenly not-so-trivial fantasy. She’d never come that close, gone that deep before—at least not during work hours. She’d been logging onto Cameron’s List for nearly four months now. Though kind of raunchy at times, the site had become a companion. It beat the smoky bar scene, beat the disastrous blind dates her friends were content to set her up on, and it definitely trumped sitting home alone, horny as a jackrabbit. It was for people looking for a quick hook-up, no strings, and the site had fascinated her from the first click. She spent hours logged on after at home—even indulging during the rare lulls in her day. And, within a few weeks of skimming through pages of personal ads, she’d come across Kelly’s post: Chill college guy seeks older woman to fulfill fantasy. The picture of his posed body, taut abs, flirtatious smile, and large endowment aroused and angled towards one toned thigh had at first amused her. The frat boy badass had never been her type. It didn't matter. She was only there to look—all she ever did. And he'd been more than an eyeful. But, there had been something else about him. Something different—something primal, something honest, something underlyingly innocent—and it intrigued her; ignited a craving. And, after a short while, she had found herself returning to him again and again; her body responding with increasing intensity, until she’d soon found herself coming to crushing climax night after night, just gazing at him. What's more, as her work days had become more of a burden than a blessing, her late-night fantasy had taken on a life of its own. Following her in the grocery store, sneaking up on her at traffic lights. And only a week ago, in a fit of impulsive whimsy, she’d sent him her photo. Her, in a trashy Catholic school girl outfit she’d worn last year to a company Halloween bash; the same intended she'd crafted on a dare to prove she wasn’t the prude her friends and co-workers joked that she was. And, he’d replied! Catching her completely off-guard. His response: Very naughty outfit. I’d love to peel it off your hot little body. Let me? And, like a timid child caught wearing her mother’s clothing, she’d freaked, then fled—staying away from both the site and the message since that day. Nothing would come of it, she’d told herself. Dara Troyer, four-eyed treehugger from Wimbly, Nebraska—population 587—was hardly the ‘hot encounters with sexy guys’ type. A good mid-western girl, from a straight-laced church-going background, she had sex within the confines of relationships...and lived an increasingly careful life. Her jaw tightening, Dara forced her weary bones up, and into her desk chair. She entered the web address for Cameron's List, and logged on, her fingers gripping the mouse so hard her hand felt strained. She’d just...have a look. Nothing more. The ads appeared as lurid as ever. Guys, gals, and everyone in between, all looking for their good time. And there was his post—she’d bookmarked it for easy access. Opening the link to his post, she gazed at his photograph. His hands on his hips, his face pointed towards the floor, eyes tilted up towards an unseen camera. He wore the same sly grin, which seemed to ask ‘what do ya think?’ to any onlookers considering his offer. A tingly wave coursed through Dara’s body. Her palms began to sweat, her pussy clenching as if consciously aware of what it lacked. Almost on instinct, she leaned back in her chair, her hand sliding past the hem of her skirt. Her fingers dipped inside her panties, traveling straight to her clit. She worked soft circles into the sensitive bud, her body instantly quaking, her eyes squeezing shut. Her back arched, pressing her mound into her palm. She whimpered, her voice trembling. “Oh God. Please, Kelly.” A tiny ‘blurp’ noise sounded, forcing her eyes open. The picture on the screen had changed. Now, a “Reply to Poster” button stretched across her screen, Kelly’s grinning photo bordering it to the left. Her heart skipped a beat, the hand between her legs now gripping the chair’s arm. She had to have accidentally clicked something. A small square pop-up emerged, stopping in mid-screen. The message read, “This poster has requested a meet-up. Tell Kelly he’s your guy!” in the midst of a flashing red rectangle. Dara froze, blinking rapidly. The mouse felt hot in her hand, seeming to send jolts of nerves straight up her arm, and into her pounding heart. The room felt as if it was closing in around her. She stared long and hard at him, her mind willfully replaying her daydream. She swore she could feel his hands on her skin—could see herself writhing beneath him, smell the sweat of their shared arousal... Her body ached for it. But what was she thinking? She didn’t need him. After all, she had her work, her health, her friends; she was content enough...wasn’t she? Staring playfully back at her, Kelly's face seemed to question it; to goad her: ‘Why not, right?’ The cursor moved towards the blinking box, almost of its own accord. It stopped in the middle of the two reply options, ‘Accept’ or ‘Reject,’ hovering there. Dara licked her lips, the only question that remained, now or never...? The End?