Ihonette's Gambit Ch. 02

Your Turn *** He pulled her towards himself and kissed her gently on her lips. She moaned, smiled, looked up and whispered, "Your turn..." Kay leaned into him for another kiss. Her coat open, bra still pulled down and her beautiful, warm breasts pressed up against Will's sweater. He could feel her warmth as her heart beat against his. Her tongue pressed deep into his mouth and began probing... searching for his tongue. They intertwined in a heated kiss for what seemed like an eternity. Will suddenly felt her hand on his slacks, tracing the outline of his hard dick. A dark damp spot had appeared through his slacks reflecting the heat he had felt moments earlier as Kay had climaxed in an explosion of warm wetness. The aroma of her juices filled the Audi and intoxicated him. Kay's fingers stroked the slippery damp spot and flicked over the bulge of his hard member. He jumped... She moved her hand up and undid his slacks... slowly lowering the zipper. Will moaned softly

This is a story of when I was in the army boot camp which I joined right after college. During the training period one of our senior officers was Sgt. Monica who was also the commanding officer of our whole company. She oversaw our whole training regimen and would also personally take our morning drills. This woman was the epitome of a typical career Army Officer -- a no-nonsense tough as nails strict authority figure. She was a very reclusive figure who had very limited interaction with the trainees aside from the usual screaming and yelling and I also heard she wasn't very talkative with the other officers either just formal interactions. But she was an extraordinarily beautiful woman. Talking about her physical attributes -- she was about 5'11, porcelain skin, green eyes and had thick long dark black hair which she kept tied to a bun most of the time. She was in her early thirties but looked way younger. She was very athletic and had a very toned physique. Her measurements

That day's session marked a turning point, as I recorded for Dame Suzie. The way Pixie had treated Abby seemed to lance so many boils, and the atmosphere in the group softened, even Monica, who had seemed disappointed that Pixie had not treated Abby as harshly as she deserved, was mollified by the results. Abby became more loving with Kay, and more open to sharing with the rest of the group - and as Monica was one of the beneficiaries of Kay's talented tongue, that won her over. I thought we were on the home stretch; but as so often with Pixie, I was wrong. I had noticed, without really noticing, that Pixie would talk with the young woman who acted as the receptionist and helper for the sessions. In not noticing her, I realised that I was at one with most of the attendees - we were so pre-occupied with our own dynamics and learning experiences that, unconsciously, we excluded those outside our circle. I only became conscious that Pixie was the exception on the morning after A

(NOTE: Set in the same universe as my previous stories Daily Commute and A Walk in the Park, but you don't need to read them first.) * * * Corinne pressed return with a little extra gusto, committing her new code update to the repository with a satisfying chunk of the mechanical keyboard. She stood up and stretched a little bit, then sauntered lazily over to Brian's glass-walled office. She had a minor question she wanted to ask the project manager before starting on her next task, but it would have to wait — he was currently knelt next to his desk, sucking Roger's dick. Corinne had to admit Roger was hot. He embodied the kind of casual, scruffy cool that most coder dudes only thought they had. If he were attracted to women she'd probably have hit it at some point. Still, Corinne thought it was a little bit unprofessional to be constantly boning while on the clock. They did have a job to do. Standards of professionalism had changed quite a bit in recent years. They ca

Accidentally! It was about 1:30 AM when I heard the Uber pull into the drive. I was in bed but not asleep. A moment later I heard the sound of a key being raked across the door and decided that my sweet wife might need a hand getting in. You see, my loving wife Tonia was returning from a Hen night for a friend who was to be married next weekend. The girls went to the Male Strip Review that was being held at a local bar. They would host these traveling Male Strippers for a weekend every several months. I knew the owner, Al and he told me that business was very very good during those weekends. He hired extra wait staff and bartenders to make sure that no glass was ever empty. The tipsy ladies ran up impressive bar tabs. I had a feeling that my wife was one of them. I went down to the front door and opened it for her and she nearly toppled in, key in hand. She giggled as she caught herself. "Hi hon, I guess I might have had a little too much to drink tonight. Accidentally." Sh