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Subject: Title story: "Video Scenes" Author: SunHawk Publishers 47547544
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Date: Wed, 29 Jun 2005 12:19:07 +0000
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Video Scenes
The huge teleconferencing room, which the hotel where I worked used to house
international business meetings, had always had special appeal for me. It was
painted mostly black, and had soft, grey carpeting. In the center sat a long,
shiny, black conference table, surrounded by comfortable chairs. An array of
television screens covered one of its huge walls, and the screens could be used
to display lots of separate pictures, or to tile many images into one big
picture, like a video billboard.
What I admired most of all, though, was Nick, the technician who worked the
video booth and kept all the equipment in working order. Right after I started
working at the hotel as a desk clerk, I began to peek into the teleconferencing
room now and then, hoping to catch sight of him. He wasn't tall, but he was fit
and trim, and he moved with grace, as if his center of gravity was more perfect
than most men's. He always wore faded jeans which nicely accented his firm
buttocks and strong thighs, and sleeveless t-shirts which showed off his
muscular arms.
Whenever he glanced up and saw me watching him, he always smiled shyly and then
went back to his work. Although it made my skin tingle when he looked at me, I
never expected anything to come of it. Then, one night after I had just finished
a late shift, I stopped to look in at Nick.
He was sitting on the edge of the conference table, staring up at the blank
array of screens on the wall. He glanced up and caught my gaze.
After a moment he smiled at me and said, "Hi."
"Hi," I said, surprised he had spoken at all.
"Let me show you something." He beckoned me into the room with a little tilt of
his head, slid off the edge of the table, and walked over to the corner of the
room, where all the equipment was. Curious, I stepped into the room and stopped
near the end of the conference table, watched him as he adjusted a video camera
on a tripod. A grey light suffused the room.
I looked up at the wall of screens in surprise. They displayed a huge picture of
me: two dozen tiled images that together formed one image of me standing in
front of the conference table.
"Wow," I said, staring up at it. I moved slowly around the table, dizzied by the
movement on the screens as I did so.
It was then that I heard the conference room door click shut. I turned to see
Nick standing with his back against it.
His gaze was seductive. "I've always liked video," he said. He smiled a slow
smile and rubbed his crotch. A nice bulge was appearing there. I stared,
fascinated by the movement of his hand. Then he came towards me.
He reached for me and I found myself eager for his touch. I slipped my arms
around his trim torso as he put his mouth over mine and probed with his tongue.
I sucked at it hungrily, nibbled at his lips, and lost myself in the contact of
his mouth on mine. Suddenly, I craved the touch of his naked flesh on mine. I
pulled at his t-shirt, and we parted long enough for me to strip it off over his
head. His chest was smooth, powerful, and slightly damp with sweat; his nipples
were tight.
I could feel his erection against my pelvis and I ground myself against him as
he stripped off my blouse, then unfastened my skirt and let it fall to the
floor, leaving me in black stockings and heels. My firm breasts needed no bra.
He smiled appreciatively and massaged them both with strong hands. I felt the
tight pull of excitement between my legs. I lowered my mouth to the hard button
of one of his nipples and sucked on it. He groaned.
"Look," he said, jerking his head at the screen array.
I looked up and saw the picture of ourselves, half nude, towering over us in a
twenty-by-twenty video pattern. I immediately began to imagine the picture of us
making love on that screen, and hot liquid began to ooze from between my legs.
He picked me up and lay me down on the table. I watched on the screen as he
stripped off his jeans and stood over me, lazily stroking his cock. He slipped
away a moment, adjusted the camera's view to a closeup of me on the table, and
then climbed up next to me.
My pussy throbbed as he stripped off my stockings. He pulled off his own jeans,
and I admired his thick erection and tight butt. He stared down at me a moment,
his mouth slack with lust, then roughly spread my thighs and buried his face
between my legs. His hot tongue probed at my pleasure center, sending sharp
waves of pleasure up through my pelvis and down my thighs. I groaned and began
to watch the screen.
My labia grew more sensitive with each stroke of his tongue. I felt it probe
down inside me like a silken snake. As my excitement mounted, I arched my hips
and thrashed around on the table, which was quickly growing slippery with sweat
and sexual juices.
I shrieked with each stroke of his tongue, and I realized there was stereo sound
in the room as well. I could hear my shrieks from the speakers as well as from
my own mouth. Nick had turned his body sideways to face the camera, and he
rubbed his hard-on with one hand as he tongued my cunt.
When I focused on the enormous view of his red-tipped erection and his hand
pumping on it, and on the sight of my own helpless thrashings, it drove me to
writhe around on the table even more. His moans and the sound of his mouth on me
grew louder as he kissed and sucked harder and harder. The view of his crotch
was so good I could see his hard-on getting shiny with his fluid.
When I couldn't stand it anymore, I reached for his head and pulled it up
towards me.
He grabbed my legs, pulled them up around his back, crouched between them,
and rammed himself into me. I groaned with delight as he panted and thrust.
He watched the screen, rapt, as he sat on his knees and pumped in and out of
me. "Oh, baby," he kept saying over and over, "Look at us. Just look at us
up there."
The slight delay in the sound transmission was bizarre and erotic; it was like
having him talking into both of my ears at once. I felt as if I were with two
men: the one on the screen and the one on the table with me.
The sight of our naked bodies towered over us. Our sweat shone in the spotlights
that were mounted over the table; our flesh glistened at us from the screen. His
fingers savagely massaged my thighs as he thrust, then moved down to play with
my clitoris, skillfully stroking and squeezing it with just the right rhythm. He
worked longer and harder than any man I had ever been with before, groaning and
shaking as he resisted his climax.
I sensed myself rising toward the brink, felt the cold burn of my impending
release radiating between my legs, I and yelled, "I'm going to come. Don't stop.
I'm going to come!" I arched my back, driving him deeper into me, as deep as he
would go, and pressed my hand into my wet crotch, stroking myself hard and fast.
Spasms shook me. My own groans surrounded me, and I heard Nick begin to yell.
He shoved his organ into me a final time, fell forward against me, and then
I felt him throb inside me. Up on the screen, I saw his body tighten and
writhe on top of me as the strained sounds of his orgasm came to me from all
around the room.
After our panting subsided, he withdrew from me and stretched out next to me on
the table. For a few minutes, we just stroked each other's wet bodies, watched
the screen, and grinned at one another.
After a while, he said, "You know, the room is free again tomorrow night, and
I'll be here."
I told him I would definitely consider it.
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