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Due to requests I am re-posting this story in full. Its got 5 chapters
so far - please reply if you want more - jimgriff@excite.com

Please don't read it if explicit sex offends you. What a shame you will
have to miss the twists and turns of as slippery a couple of characters
as I have ever invented. Its the War of the Sexes!..... grin.

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2time story 

Chapter 1 - 2times1

 He wasn't born yesterday. No, he smiled to himself. He was born 40
years ago and if he was less interested in young women, it wasn't
because he was past it, but because he now knew what he wanted out of
life and was pursuing it with the benefit of experience, and so he
wondered why a 25yr old woman, called Joni, was pursuing him. As he
drove to the local hotel bar, he was alive to the possibilities of this
meeting. Joni was gorgeous and hungry, but he realised that it was not
for his body and he doubted whether it was a hunger for his mind. She
had put a lot of pressure on him for a meeting and he had finally
relented, knowing that good press coverage might help him start his
political career, but experience had taught him a lot and he suspected
that she was a reporter who wanted to do the dirty on him, so he was
prepared and ready. 
      Sure enough, when Joni walked into the bar, she was dressed to
fill, fill that is, a tight blouse and short skirt, showing off her body
while still looking classy. But, he got the message. He was there to be
manipulated. "Hi, Peter, I'm grateful that you could find the time for
this meeting", she spoke quietly and confidently. She accepted a white
wine and started her patter, about doing an article about his business
and his entering politics, but when she squeezed his knee and leaned
towards him, giving him an eyeful of an enticing cleavage, he knew he
was being set up. So he went along with the game and, when, after an
intimate dinner, she suggested going up to her room to continue the
conversation, he laughed to himself and went coy, knowing that it was a
foregone conclusion. It was because he knew what she was trying to do
that Peter enjoyed himself so much. He maintained his distance between
them, so that every time she moved to sit next to him, he moved away
until it became almost farcical, with her chasing him round the room in
a subtle dance of quiet movement.
          But, Peter knew it had to end when he was ready and Joni was
able to catch him on the bed. She was a witch, a sex demon, as she
wriggled against him and urged him to talk, while lightly caressing his
clothed body. But, he knew what she was and he knew what she wanted, so
he gave her the low-down on his business dealings and political contacts
as teasingly as she worked on him. Peter was fascinated by her smooth
manner and confidence, but he was determined not to make the first
moves, making Joni more and more frustrated with her lack of progress
that she decided to force the pace and began to undo his shirt, while
kissing him.
           His lack of response was maddening to Joni and, determined to
make progress, she unzipped his trousers and fished her hand into his
pants to massage his cock and try to get a response. The automatic
hardening of his tool was not accompanied by any other reaction and she
decided to go all the way and kissing his body she went lightly down to
his belly and then, tantalisingly, down to kiss his manhood, to lick his
now rampant cock. At last, he responded, but not in the way she
expected. "OK, if you want more" he said as he pulled away, "Get your
kit off . I want to see you strip for me and you'd better make it good."
Joni knew she had no choice if she wanted to get the exclusive story
that would be the springboard to a national paper, fame and a glittering
career as a star reporter. This was what she had always wanted and she
was so determined that she was going to go through with it that she
actually enjoyed the idea of doing a sensational strip, so she took her
time and showed off her body in her clothes, allowing Peter to enjoy the
view of her gorgeous cleavage and pert arse while slowly taking off her
blouse and then her skirt. 
            When she unrolled her stockings, Peter began to sit up in
appreciation and he realised he had never understood how sexy a woman
could be when she was still clothed. Joni was enjoying herself, teasing
him and when she was down to her bra and pants, she started to speak and
asked him what he wanted. Despite his control up until then, Peter was
forced to admit that he wanted her, wanted to see her tits, and when she
undid the bra and then kept her hands in place, keeping the fine
material covering her nipples protected from his gaze she knew she had
him. "Joni, let them go", he pleaded. "Why?" she teased. Because you
have the most prefect tits I have ever seen. No, you have the most
perfect tits I have ever wanted to see." he begged. 
            So she dropped her hands and then raised them up to fondle
and lift her breasts and knead them and when she began to press her
nipples between her fingers, she realised that she, too, was losing
control as she found herself juicing up. But, she still had enough sense
to realise that she now had Peter where she wanted him, so she moved
closer to him and opened her legs. "What do you want, Peter?" she purred
and then she skipped away as he went to grab her. "I want you, Joni." he
sighed. "OK, come and get it," she said, as she turned around and
slipped her pants down. wiggling her bum at him and looking over her
shoulder. Peter stood up and moved with surprising ease as he grabbed
her round the waist and pulled her round and back onto the bed. "I think
you are the most beautiful woman I know" he said as leaned to kiss her.
Now confident that she was caught within his web, not hers, he began to
respond and touch her lightly and yet accurately in her erogenous zones.
A kiss on her neck, a squeeze of her thighs, brought an appropriate
response of low murmurings and when he nibbled her shoulder, he knew she
was ripe for the taking. Peter was a skilful lover and he took his time
roaming her body with his hands and lips, causing her to become more
aroused and desperate for release. In fact, she was now becoming
ravenous, hungry for his body and she stripped him with ease, responding
to his touch, while becoming hotter and hotter. She was now like warm
putty in his hands and, to confirm it, he took his time fondling her
belly, her thighs and then, tantalisingly, he moved his hand up until he
reached her mound, of curly hairs above her opening legs, teasing her
until she thrust out her legs widely to allow him access to her temple
of love, her warm, wet, cunt. She knew she had lost it some time ago,
but she still clung to the belief that it would be OK, but who cared,
she felt, as he began to concentrate on the sensitive skin near her
pussy and when he brushed his fingers past her labia, her lips pursed in
an agony of wanting. 
           "What do you want to do now, Joni?" he asked as she began to
breathe raggedly, lewdly raising her cunt to his exploring fingers. As
he began to corkscrew his hand into her, she began to moan, "Fuck me.
Oh, God, please just fuck me." That was what he wanted to hear and when
he moved round to open her legs, he pushed them as far apart as they
would go and teased her with his cock, rubbing her labia and probing her
cunt until she became frantic. "Fuck me NOW!" she screamed, Peter
obliged by plunging into her depths in one swoop, knocking the breath
out of her and making her shudder with desire. "Oooooh, yes" she cried.
"What do you want, Joni?" Peter asked as he pulled out and teased her
clit. "Oh, for crisake, fuck me. Fuck me hard and long" So Peter did.
Luckily, he had not been very sexually active in the last week and he
was able to get into his stride comfortably. He was determined to enjoy
the situation to its full, so he rolled Joni on top to allow her to
bounce up and down on him while he chewed her tits and then throw her
back onto the bed and pull himself up to fuck her mouth for a while.   
            What followed was a beginners' guide to the Kama Sutra, as
he put her through her paces, changing positions until she was begging
for release, which Peter supplied by fucking her doggy style from behind
until she came in a mind-blowing orgasm. Now that Peter was finally in
control, he went at her like there was no tomorrow, The sweat poured off
him as he plugged her cunt and plunging into her with greater ferocity
until finally he felt his sperm bubbling up like a volcano. Quickly, he
whipped his cock out of her, turned her round and started to wank
himself above her face. "Suck it, Joni" he commanded and she grabbed his
prick and forced it into her mouth and wanked him until he came and came
and came into her mouth, all over her face and neck until he subsided,
still allowing her to lick and suck his deflating cock. Joni subsided
back onto the bed and, as she recovered herself, she realised that she
had got what she wanted - a story that could be an investment in her
future.
                 She remembered to switch off the DAT recorder in her
bag as she got dressed, knowing that her friend Dawn would be able to
edit it to the best effect. To her surprise, she found that she was
embarrassed when she got ready to go, thanking Peter for a memorable
interview. "Don't forget to check it out with me before you print it."
he smiled and, as he looked straight into her eyes, she had the first
inkling of doubt as to what she had done. But, being a confident young
woman in her early 20s, with few thoughts other than for herself she
soon brightened up and, as she left the hotel, she laughed at her
boldness.
Jimgriff@excite.com

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