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Campus Life (MF)
By Cindy and Rick (c) 1997


***

I kept looking at my watch as the minutes crawled slowly by.  What 
a waste of a perfectly gorgeous fall day, sitting inside, listening
to a lecture drone on and on.  I don't understand how some people
love philosophy.  For me, it's much too vague.  I like answers.

Problems are meant to be solved, not debated forever, each side 
attempting to prove the unprovable.  Finally, the professor looked 
at his watch and decided it was time to stop.  We gathered up our 
books and hurried out the door. 
 
Outside, the air was clear and crisp.  The kind of fall day that 
makes you think of apples and warm cider, of hayrides and 
bonfires, of cold nights, when you can see your breath as clearly 
as the thousands of stars in the sky.  I walked slowly to the dorm, 
crunching through the leaves that had already fallen.  I passed the 
quad, where there were a few people tossing around a football.  
Not playing a game, just light-hearted passing and grabbing at 
each other as they tried to run past the others.  I paused to watch 
for a few moments, enjoying their laughter.   
 
As I turned to continue on, I heard 'Oh, oh, watch it!' just as I
felt the thump on my butt.  I turned to see the ball laying on the
ground at my feet.  I laughed and rubbed my ass as one of the players
ran up to retrieve the ball.  "Are you okay?" he asked.  I looked
up at him, and saw beautiful green eyes, just the color of a 
shamrock. "Um, I think so," I stammered, unable to drop my gaze 
from those enticing eyes.   
 
"Are you sure you're okay," he repeated in a sincerely concerned 
voice, as he bent to help me pick up my materials. 
(Understandable, since I'm sure I looked like a dazed doe caught 
in some driver's headlights.) 
 
Surreptitiously, I took in every part of him as his concentration
was focused on what he was doing.  The wavy brown hair on his head, 
the head that held the chiseled features of one who knows what 
hard work in the sun is like, undoubtedly helping his father back 
home.  The muscular legs coming from the tight shorts he was 
wearing.  The outline of his every curve and bulge accentuated by 
the material.  His arms, well shaped, but not grotesque as a body 
builder's, protruding from his well fitting muscle shirt, yet ending
in hands that appeared so soft and gentle I suddenly wished they 
were touching me in all the places I love to be touched.  The gentle 
yet dexterous fingers at the end of those hands that I immediately 
knew were capable of taking me to pleasures as yet unknown. 
 
I shifted my gaze as he finished helping me, but looked back into 
his eyes and managed to gasp out a breathless, "Thank you," as I 
started back to the dorm. 
 
"Wait.  My name is Rick," he said.  "I've seen you around campus," 
he continued, with a charming shyness and innocence that belied 
his obvious good looks.  "May I walk you to wherever you're 
going?" 
 
Suddenly time stood still.  I could almost see the condensation 
from our breaths hanging in the air as a thousand options and 
answers raced through my head.  I had always been raised to "look 
before I leap" and suddenly all I wanted to do was leap, and right 
into this Adonis's arms.  Trying to appear as sophisticated as 
possible, and not over anxious, I responded with an incredibly 
stupid, "Yes, I'd love you...Um, I mean I'd love it."  Feeling the 
blush starting up my neck, I tried unsuccessfully to avert my face.  
He laughed and we started toward the dorm. 
 
"Do you have much to do for midterms next week?" he asked, as 
we walked slowly across campus.   
 
"No, not really, " I replied, "For once in my life, I finished my
paper ahead of time.  I just have to proof and print it.  How 
about you?"   
 
"Mine are all inclass tests, except for photography. I've taken rolls 
of pictures, and I like many of them, but I just haven't found *the* 
one.  I've threatened, cajoled, and begged all of my friends to pose 
for me, but I'm just not excited about any of them." 
 
"What kind of photograph does it have to be?" I asked. 
 
"The theme is 'A Body in Motion'.  That's why I was out playing 
football.  I took a roll before my friends finally talked me into 
playing.  I imagine one of them will be good enough." 
 
"Ah, a perfectionist, I know the feeling. Well, here we are. Thanks 
for walking with me."  I paused at the door to my dorm, not knowing 
what to say, but wanting desperately to say something. 
 
"Would you like to go the cafeteria with me for lunch?  I know it's 
not very much, but I know I'd really like to continue this. I'm really 
enjoying talking to you, and I don't know when I'll see you again. 
And I'd hate to miss this opportunity to get to know you."  He was 
obviously a bit nervous, as this all came out in one breath.   
 
"Oh Rick, I'd really like that.  But I have a dance class in a half 
hour." 
 
I saw the look of disappointment cross his handsome face, then, 
just as quickly, I saw the lightbulb go off, and it made me laugh.  
"Hmm...dancing...a body in motion....Would it be presumptuous of 
me to ask if I..." 
 
"...could come along and bring your camera?"  I finished for him.  
"I'm not sure if the teacher would allow it, but we can give it a try.  
Go get your camera.  I'll meet you here in 15 minutes?" 
 
"Great!  I'll be right back," he shouted over his shoulder as he took 
off at almost a run, back toward the quad.  I stood there, watching 
him until he was gone.  "God, what a bod.  I certainly would love to 
see that body in motion," I giggled to myself as I ran up to my room 
to change into the slinkiest dance costume I had.  None of those 
frilly things I sometimes wore.  This had to be the sexiest one I 
owned. 
 
I found the perfect one.  The thin straps, the extremely tight bodice 
that accentuated my breasts perfectly.  Sure, I could hardly 
breathe, but some things are more important than oxygen 
sometimes and this was definitely one of those times. Besides, I 
found when I was around him I was unable to breathe very well 
anyway, so I figured it was no big deal. The leotard ran up the 
crack in my ass, accentuating my butt that was sensually packed 
into my tightest tights...hmm, I never realized how aptly named 
those little things were until now.  Spritzing myself with my most 
inflammatory perfume, I was ready for, well, I was ready for 
ANYTHING!! 
 
I entered the dance class and saw Rick in heated discussion with 
the instructor.  An old hausfrau from Germany, but brother could 
that lady dance when she was younger, and her ability to get her 
message across was incredible.  From teaching us "The Dance" as 
she called it to letting Rick know in no uncertain terms that his 
photography equipment was not in the least bit welcome in "her" 
studio.  Suddenly I couldn't remember hating anyone as much as I 
hated her.  She was going to ruin everything. 
 
After Rick packed up his equipment he started to stomp out of the 
studio, yelling things about artistic freedom and Nazis and, as I 
recall, questioning her about exactly which species she belonged 
to.  I was horrified until he came past me and threw a wink.  "I 
heard that she was Hitler's sister," he grinned.  "We'll get together 
after your class for that lunch if you like.  Maybe you'll give me a 
private dance lesson and let me take some pictures then," he flirted 
with another wink. "By the way, have I told you how cute I think you 
are?" 
 
Standing with my mouth agape once again I just stared at him as 
he walked out the door. 
 
Needless to say, it was very difficult to concentrate on "The Dance" 
that afternoon.  I was thinking more about "The Adonis", that I 
hoped was waiting for me outside.  I was so distracted, I stumbled 
over my own graceless feet, right into Sherri, my best friend in the 
class.  I remember bumping heads and seeing stars.  The next 
thing I knew, I was sitting in the middle of the floor, with everyone 
gathered around me.   
 
Sherri, rubbing the side of her head, laughed at me.  "You oaf!  Are 
you ok?  I'm usually the one causing the near fatal collisions, not 
you Miss Grace.  In fact, the instructor even yelled at ME for 
running into YOU!"   
 
"Oh Sherri!" I found myself laughing "I'm so sorry. Yes, I certainly 
am a graceless oaf today.  I'm going to be black and blue before 
the day is over." 
 
"Hmm," she snickered, "this gracelessness wouldn't have anything 
to do with a certain photographer that was in here earlier, would it?  
Or perhaps, that leotard has just cut off the circulation to your feet 
and your brain." 
 
I tried to stand, and realized I had twisted my ankle. The instructor, 
seeing me wobble, pulled me into a chair, carefully rotating my 
ankle to see if I had really done myself harm.  She pronounced me 
fit, but done for the day.  "Come back tomorrow morning and we'll 
do some stretching exercises, my dear."  It was amazing how much 
an ogre she appeared to the outside world, yet she was almost 
motherly to "her girls".  I promised I would return in the morning. 
 
Sherri, being the true, and truly nosy, friend that she was, gathered 
my things, and helped me through the door.  I wasn't in any pain, 
yet I knew there would be no private dances this evening.  
Perhaps, I smiled, Rick might be interested in some other forms of 
motion, that didn't involve being on my feet.  Now, if only I knew 
how to find him. 
 
I walked out of the studio, stopping abruptly, my eyes opening wide 
in surprise, as I looked down the steps and saw one red rose, 
laying on the steps with a card attached.  Bending carefully to pick 
it up, I already knew who it was for and from whom.  Reading the 
card my suspicions were confirmed.  It said, "This rose pales in 
comparison to your beauty, but it was the closest thing to 
perfection I could find, second only to you...Rick...Meet me outside 
your dorm at exactly 6:30 tonight.  I have another surprise for you." 
 
My heart was pounding so fast, I could hardly stand it.  My God, I 
looked at my watch and saw that it was already 4:30.  Only two 
hours to go and I was a mess.  A sweaty, crippled mess.  I hardly 
said good-bye to Sherri as I tore off (amazing how I had forgotten 
about my ankle all of a sudden) for my dorm, a thousand outfits 
going through my mind, none of which seemed quite right. 
 
When I got inside, I tore off my clothes and ran a bubble bath.  I 
may not have all the time in the world, but I wanted to pamper 
myself a bit before my big date. As I walked in front of the mirror, 
I stopped to look at myself.  "Not too damn bad," I told myself. I 
take care of myself and with the dancing am in pretty good shape.  
Firm breasts, a dynamite ass and legs to die for.   
 
I climb into the tub and just completely let myself relax. The strain 
of the day disappeared and a calming feeling came over me.  My 
hands lightly skimmed over my breasts, my nipples hardening as I 
imagined his hands on me.  Ever so lightly, over and across my 
nipples, seeing his tongue, Rick's tongue, circling and caressing 
them.  My hand descended over my flat stomach and a tingling 
began between my legs.  My hand paused, my fingers running in 
and out of my pubic hair, pulling slightly to stretch the skin around 
my clit, arousing it.  My finger slid between my legs, barely 
touching my clit, lightly brushing it, my other hand still on my breast 
pinching my hard nipple between my fingers.  I felt his body 
between my legs, felt his hips between my thighs as I rubbed 
myself harder, slipping my finger inside myself.  Harder and faster, 
the vision of him so intense I could almost touch him.   
 
Suddenly, my concentration was broken by Sherri.  "Damn, I 
caught you again.  When will you realize that dorm bathrooms are 
not the most private place, and that sound, any sound, carries?  
But I don't mind.  'Cause one of these days, if I walk in on you at 
exactly the right time, you might finally let me finish what you 
started." 
 
She made this astounding statement as her eyes raked over my 
body and she smiled an evil little grin.  I was speechless, my 
fingers frozen in mid-stroke.  My breathing was still ragged, the 
feelings had been intense when she entered.  My whole body felt 
flushed, and I wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or 
something else.   
 
She pushed up her sleeve, reached into the tub, and released the 
stopper, her hand brushing against my calf as she removed her 
arm from the water.  I stood and stepped out of the tub, still staring 
at her, in wonder at the steamy look she was giving me.  She 
slowly and gently pushed me down until I was sitting on the edge of 
the tub.  Then she knelt between my legs and began kissing her 
way up my thighs. 
 
I couldn't believe what was happening.  I felt as if I was somewhere 
else, that it wasn't me sitting here being seduced by another 
woman.  But it was, and oh god, I was enjoying it.  Her lips 
continued inch by slow agonizing inch up my thighs, until she 
breathed lightly against my clit.  Just as lightly, she flicked her 
tongue across it.  Finally, she began a slow, tortuous repetition of 
kissing, licking, sucking, and nibbling that had my entire body 
twitching in pleasure. 
 
I watched her every move as she sucked lightly, kneading my inner 
thighs in time with her lips.  She flicked her blue eyes up to mine, 
and simply said 'Cum for me baby."  It was like a command, and as 
if on command, my whole body tensed, then shuddered as the 
orgasm rushed through me.   
 
After a few seconds for me to recover, she stopped, smiled, pulled 
me to my wobbly feet, wrapped the towel around me, and told me 
to go get ready for my date.  I walked down the hall to my room, 
oblivious that my head was still covered with the lather from the 
shampoo I had been applying before becoming so distracted by 
carnal desires...first my own, then Sherri's.  
 
When I got back in my room and looked in the full length mirror, I 
let out a shriek.  I ran back to the bathroom, only to find the door 
locked. It seemed everyone had a date, and the odds of getting 
back in to rinse my hair was slim to none.  I quickly threw on a pair 
of ratty old sweats and a flannel shirt and ran down the hall, 
looking for an unoccupied bathroom...NONE!!  I ran down the stairs 
to the first floor and there were none to be had there either.  Damn, 
the dating season was in full swing. 
 
My last resort...I only had a half an hour left and I was desperate.  I 
ran outside to the spigot and turned it on, dousing my hair with the 
COLD water coming from the hose.  This was really embarrassing, 
but nothing was going to keep me from being ready for this 
date...except maybe the fact that I had left my keys in my room and 
had slammed the locked door in my haste to rinse my hair.   
 
Banging on the door, trying to raise some attention amongst a 
bunch of women getting ready for a big night was fruitless.  I raced 
around the building trying to find an open window, but the 
temperature had dropped and all were locked tight.  I couldn't 
believe my luck.  Was nothing going to turn out right for me 
today...well, besides Sherri, that is.  That was pretty right at the 
time. 
 
I came tearing around the corner, and noticed a long stretch limo 
had pulled up in front of the dorm.  As the door was opening, I 
tripped on a root in the lawn and went sprawling right into the arms 
of Rick as he climbed out of the back of the limo! 
 
Our eyes locked, and those shamrock green eyes pierced my soul 
once again.  Without even thinking about it, our lips met in a soft 
sensual kiss.  The tip of our tongues gently grazing over each 
other's lips. 
 
"It seems like I've been asking you all day if you are all right," he 
smiled.  Oh, God, that smile.  It was the type of smile that could 
make me feel like the most beautiful person in the world, even 
though I knew I probably was truly frightening shivering there in my 
sweats and flannel shirt, not to mention my dripping hair.  In fact, I 
had already forgotten my appearance as I continued to gaze into 
those eyes.   
 
Finally, what little sanity I had left returned in a flood as I looked 
down at myself.  I blushed a deep crimson and wondered how I 
could explain this without appearing the complete fool I certainly 
felt to be.  I stammered out an incoherent explanation, ending with 
"and my keys are on my nightstand, right where I left them." 
 
Rick kindly and gently held me to him as I dissolved almost into 
tears.  I knew he wanted to laugh, I could feel his whole body 
straining not to.  I'm sure he didn't dare, suspecting how close I 
was to running away to find somewhere to hide for the rest of my 
life.  Finally, I saw the absurdity of the situation, and started to 
smile.  Soon, it turned into a giggle.  Rick, feeling me shaking 
against him, probably had no idea whether I was laughing or crying 
until I raised my head to smile at him.  Deciding it was safe, we 
both dissolved into laughter. 
 
"Well," he said, "I suppose there's only one thing left to do in this 
situation."  I had absolutely no idea what that one thing was, but I 
would gratefully do it.  He pulled me into the limo, and said 
something to the driver.  We drove for a very short time when the 
limo stopped, and the driver opened the door.  We were at the 
back of the campus theater!  We went inside, Rick guiding me to 
the costume and prop room.  Inside, were racks of dresses, skirts, 
and every other piece of finery I could imagine.  There was a whole 
wall of just shoes!  I clapped my hands in delight, told him that he 
was an absolute genius, and practically jumped into his arms, 
giving him a big kiss. 
 
Detangling himself, he pulled me over to the racks of dresses.  
"No," he shook his head, "this won't do.  Go sit down over there.  I'll 
pick your attire for the evening."  He shooed me to the other side of 
the room, and disappeared into the racks.  A few minutes later, he 
returned, wearing a gorgeous smile, and carrying  the most 
gorgeous satin and velvet ante-bellum dress, complete with hoop 
skirt and shawl.  It looked just like something out of "Gone With the 
Wind". 
 
"I think you would look stunning in this," he smiled.  He had 
changed already, into the uniform of a Confederate Colonel, 
complete with boots, gloves and saber. 
 
"Where are the corset and bloomers that should go with it?" I 
teased. 
 
"You won't be needing those," he said with a wink and my heart 
stopped yet again.  "The corset would be a complete waste, what 
with your figure, and the bloomers...well, they would just be a 
waste of time..." 
 
I took the gown to the dressing room and eagerly put it on. I have 
always been a sucker for dress-up and the Civil War era has 
always had a certain romance about it.  A knock on the door 
startled me and Rick opened it just a bit.  "Are you decent?" he 
asked and pouted just a bit when I told him yes. He came in and 
said, "Something you don't know about me, but I was raised in a 
family of nothing but women.  I had my mother and five sisters and 
I have become quite adept at fixing women's hair."  With that he 
proceeded to take comb, brush, and dryer in hand and within a 
very short time had me swearing that Scarlett O'Hara was looking 
back at me in the mirror.  "Another thing you need to know...all men 
who are quite adept at fixing women's hair are NOT gay," he said 
as his lips descended to my neck and began kissing me.  The hair 
on the back of my neck stood on end and I immediately became 
wet for him, my juices running down my thighs.  My God, nobody 
has ever had that effect on me. 
 
He took me by the hand and led me out onto the stage.  He had 
arranged the lighting to an extremely romantic level.  He left me 
standing, center stage and walked behind the curtain. With a push 
of a button, he activated the sound system and a wonderful waltz 
began to play.  He returned, bowed deeply and said, "Would you 
do me the honor of dancing with me?" 
 
I curtsied and responded, "I would be delighted, sir." 
 
He took me in his arms and we danced...God how we danced.  It 
was not the stumbling dance of a high school boy or the dance of 
most men at a dance.  We danced as though we were floating on 
air, perfect in height, rhythm and step.  His grace was as natural as 
his charm and I was wondering if this was a dream or if anybody 
this wonderful could really exist.  If it was a dream, then I never 
wanted to wake up. 
 
As we danced, his cologne filled my head, making me dizzy, crazy, 
lusty, desirous all at the same time.  I didn't know what was 
happening to me, but I knew I never wanted it to stop.  God, I 
wanted him to just dive under my skirts right there on the stage.  I 
could easily see why the women of the time loved these skirts, my 
mind imagining casually sipping a mint julep and batting my 
eyelashes at some old gentlemen, while he ran his tongue up and 
down my thighs, completely concealed under the yards of satin and 
velvet.   
 
This image caused my knees to buckle and I fell forward, crashing 
against his chest. As I looked up at him, to once again apologize 
for my clumsiness, I was stopped by the look in those shamrock 
eyes.  My breath caught in my throat.  It was the most passionate, 
yet gentle look I had ever seen.  I knew, right then, that there was 
no hope for me.  I was about to do anything he asked of me, no 
matter what, and love every minute of it.   
 
Slowly, he brought his lips to mine, brushing against them, then 
veering off to land softly on my cheek.  Just as slowly, I turned my 
head, until my lips found the corner of his mouth, kissing it 
tenderly.  We came to a stop, as finally, our lips found each others,  
the touch sending pleasant little shocks through my entire body.  
He caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers and I moaned, 
my knees once again feeling weak, but thankfully holding this time.  
My hands found their way into his hair as I lightly licked his lip, with 
just the tip of my tongue.  My eyes widened, almost in surprise, as 
his tongue found mine and almost pulled it into his mouth, then 
closed in delight and surrender.  My breathing got deeper, my 
breasts pressing deliciously against the tight bodice of my dress.  I 
felt my nipples harden as they were smashed against the soft 
fabric. 
 
After a few minutes of this, we wrenched our lips apart, trying in 
vain to catch our breaths, while our eyes remained locked.  
Breathlessly, I said "Oh Rick!  I want you so badly.  Please, make 
love to me.  If you don't, I'll surely die."  I was amazed that my 
words came out in a soft southern accent, an accent I don't posses.  
I was just as amazed when he said, "Soon, but not just yet.  Cindy, 
I want you as badly as you want me, and there's NOTHING I want 
more than to make love with you. In fact I knew the minute that 
football hit you on your sexy ass this afternoon that we would end 
up making love before the day was through, but this is not the time 
or place.  It has nothing to do with wanting you or not wanting you.  
It has to do with the fact that the lighting crew for the current 
production has been here for 10 minutes watching us and I think 
we better get out of these clothes and into something else before 
the rest of the production staff shows up.  Besides, as beautiful as 
you look in this outfit, it's really not appropriate for Chez Francis 
where we have reservations in an hour." 
 
We walked back to the dressing area and picked out a tuxedo for 
him and a rather short but spectacular black cocktail (what a lovely 
word) dress for me.  Added to it a string of marvelous pearls and 
the effect was perfect. 
 
As he escorted me back to the limo, hand in hand, our fingers 
intertwined and caressing each other's hands casually, he turned 
and gave me what could only be described as a "knock my socks 
off, burn my clothes, this must be heaven" kiss.  My God, nobody 
had ever kissed me like that before.  The passion, the heat, the 
seduction in that kiss were beyond description. As we reached the 
limo, I was SO ready for him.  I couldn't believe his control.  Most 
men I had been with were really boys that I practically had to fight 
off.  Now I was with someone I wanted so desperately and he knew 
how to bring me to the edge and then back off.  Not completely to 
destroy the mood, but just enough to let me hold on by just my 
fingernails, as a rock climber might do on an incredible climb. 
 
Once in the limo, he told the driver where to go.  "We have 
reservations in an hour," he said.  "Don't get us there a minute 
early."  With his right hand he pressed the button raising the 
privacy shade.  With his left hand he reached into the champagne 
bucket to get the icy-cold bottle waiting there.  As he brought it 
toward him, a big drop of water fell from the bottle, landing on my 
thigh, about an inch above my knee.  I must have jumped and let 
out a tiny squeak.  His fingertips immediately reached for the drop 
of water sitting there on my thigh, and rubbed it in.  The icy cold of 
the water and the incredible warmth of his fingertips circling it, 
made me lean my head back against the seat and close my eyes.  I 
despise the cliché 'a firm but gentle touch', but that was because I 
had never before experienced it.  Once again, my entire body 
reacted to his touch.  I shifted in my seat, my thighs parting a bit, 
wishing fervently that his fingers would continue that delicious 
circling motion, all the way up my thighs. 
 
And to my surprise, they did, wandering slowly, all the way up to 
the hem of my dress, which had slipped way up during my shifting.  
His other hand went to the back of my neck, as he gently pulled me 
toward him, again lowering his lips to mine.  My hand reached into 
his jacket, wandering across his chest, down his side, and to his 
hip.  Losing his impeccable control for just a moment, he twisted 
slightly, so I could plainly feel his erection pressing against my 
forearm.  Briefly, I let my hand wander across his lap, pressing 
against him firmly for just a second or two before continuing back 
up his chest.  
 
I felt the moan in his chest rather than heard it, as he pulled me to 
him, so that I was sitting across his lap, his arm cradling me, almost 
as if I were a baby.  His lips reluctantly left mine, traveling across 
my cheek, to my ear, and down my neck.   
 
Suddenly, I almost fell off his lap as the car came to abrupt halt.  
We looked out the side windows and saw nothing.  We turned, to 
look out the back and saw a horse's nose. 
 
Directly behind us was a horse drawn carriage, the kind young 
lovers take through the park on lovely nights like tonight. We 
looked at each other and read each other's mind, yet again.  "How 
adventurous do you feel?" he whispered, in a voice so sexy I could 
feel myself getting wetter than I already was. 
 
"As adventurous as you..." I replied with a wicked smile. 
 
Lowering the privacy screen, he said to the driver, "Pick us up at 
Chez Francis in three hours." 
 
He opened the door and gallantly helped me from the back of the 
limo.  In doing so, my skirt slid up even farther, exposing the 
creamy flesh above my black stockings and giving him a quick 
flash of my pantyless pussy.  Immediately, his erection was visible 
through his trousers and I knew I had him out of control. 
 
We quickly made our way behind the limo to the carriage.  The 
driver began to protest that he was off duty, but Rick whispered 
something to him and he beamed.  He looked at me and tipped his 
hat, motioning us aboard. 
 
"Whatever did you tell him?" I asked, still with a faint southern 
sweetness. 
 
"That you have a terminal illness and your final wish is to make 
love in the back of a carriage going through Central Park," he 
grinned, and to this day I'm not totally sure he was teasing. 
 
We climbed into the carriage, actually more like an English 
Hansom in that it was covered and enclosed.  It had shades that 
would pull down, completely enclosing the interior, and although 
these were seldom used, they were perfect for our needs. 
 
We were no sooner inside the carriage when Rick took me in his 
muscular arms and continued where he had left off minutes before, 
although with much more urgency now.  One hand on the back of 
my neck, fingers running through my hair, his lips on my mouth, my 
cheek, my ear, my neck, my throat.  He seemed to be kissing and 
licking me everywhere at once.  His other hand was on my leg, 
under my skirt, already well above the tops of my stockings.  He 
was now like a man possessed.  The incredible control he had 
shown earlier had transformed into an incredible desire.  Never 
had I felt so wanted by a man before.  Nor had I ever wanted a man 
as badly as I wanted him that very minute, as he discovered when 
his fingers FINALLY reached my sweet spot. 
 
I was literally dripping with excitement when his hand touched my 
pussy.  My juices coated his fingers as he rubbed me, up and down 
along my folds, avoiding direct contact with my clit, but stretching 
the skin around it to stimulate it, none the less.  I nearly came when 
he whispered, "I want to taste you," but managed to just respond 
with a throaty, "Oh, God, yes..." 
 
He knelt between my legs, my skirt was, by this time, wrapped 
around my waist.  He raised my legs over his shoulders and his 
sensual lips descended to my eager pussy.  His tongue worked 
magic on my sensitive skin, tenderly running in and out through my 
folds.  He reached his arms over and around my legs so that his 
fingertips were on either side of my pussy.  He spread my lips 
wide, exposing all of me to his gaze, my clit protruding from it's 
sheath, completely open to him.  The tip of his tongue circled first 
my opening, then ascended oh so slowly to the tip of my clit, gently 
circling, then fluttering directly against me.  Oh, Sweet Jesus, this 
was the most incredible feeling I had EVER experienced!  Between 
the motion of the carriage over the cobblestones, and his incredibly 
talented tongue against me, I knew this was a sensation I would 
probably never again experience if I ever let him stop.  So, I let my 
heels slide over his shoulders, brought my knees together around 
his ears, and thrust my pussy up into his face, determined to keep 
him trapped right where he was for at least a year or two.   
 
However, the effect of this was to make his tongue feel even better.  
Oh God, it felt so unbelievably good.  My hips, with a will of their 
own, started rocking back and forth across his face.  My breath 
came in short little gasps as his tongue seemed to be everywhere 
at once.   
 
"Oh God Rick, yes baby, lick it, suck it, Oh God," I breathed, my 
voice urgent, losing all traces of its earlier accent as a moan 
escaped my lips. 
 
He moaned too, burying his face even further, closing his eyes.  
His body began rocking back and forth following my rhythm.  There 
is nothing more exciting than the obvious excitement of a man 
when he's giving pleasure.  He wrapped his arms around my hips, 
pulling me even tighter against him, flattening his palms against my 
lower stomach.  I could stand it no longer. 
 
I felt the hot, tingling feeling start at my fingers and toes 
simultaneously, racing up my arms and legs until my whole body 
went rigid, tense, waiting..... 
 
I squeezed my eyes shut tight and held my breath.  His lips closed 
over my clit, and with one last suck, the breath rushed out of me in 
a strangled 'AHHHHH'.  He plunged two fingers deep inside me, 
and I felt myself clench around them, trying to pull them in even 
further as my pussy squeezed and released.  It seemed to last 
forever.  Just as it ended, he fluttered his fingers inside me, and 
brushed his lips softly against my still pulsing clit.   
 
"Ugh" was all I could manage as another one started, washing over 
me once again.  My eyes widened in surprise.  This time, my whole 
body quivered, the feelings exquisite.  I could stand it no longer, 
and I pulled him up, his lips to mine, lavishing little kisses all over 
his face, which was dripping with my juices. 
 
My fingers ran down his body, anxious, searching for his belt, 
pulling it open in my urgency to have him inside me.  Fumbling, I 
somehow managed the button and zipper.  Reaching inside, 
searching for the waistband of his underwear, which to my surprise 
wasn't there, my fingers brushed directly against the head of his 
cock.  It was incredibly hard, straining to my touch, and wet with 
precum.  I spread it all over, until the entire head was glistening.  I 
reached further down, wrapping my fingers at the base and pulling 
upwards, coaxing out even more.  I brought my fingers to my 
mouth, sucking them greedily as I pushed his pants down over his 
ass with my heels. 
 
Again using my heels against his ass, I pulled him up and toward 
me.  I slid down even further in the seat.  We maneuvered until his 
cock was poised at my opening.  He paused, just for a second, 
looking at me.  God, that gaze was so hot, so incredible.   
 
"Oh Rick, please baby, PLEASE, give me that hard cock.  I want it, 
want YOU, so badly," I whispered.  With a groan, and the urging of 
my legs, now wrapped tightly around him, he plunged home with 
one stroke. 
 
I gasped, and then moaned, as I felt him fill me.  Again, he paused, 
just for a second, for our minds to catch up with the incredible 
sensation in our bodies.  He slowly pulled back, almost all the way 
out, as we both gazed down at his cock, glistening in the shadows, 
covered in both of our juices.   
 
We tried a slow stroking, but the need and urgency in both of us 
was overwhelming.  I squeezed my legs even tighter around him, 
not letting him out, not ever again.  He rocked against me, his 
pelvis and pubic hair tantalizing my clit.  His fingers reached for my 
face, stroking my cheek gently. 
 
This combination of his gentle stroking of my cheek, combined with 
the now ferocious stoking he was giving me down below, was the 
most unbelievable thing I ever experienced.  The heat and passion 
coming from him, combined with his care and tenderness made me 
light-headed.   
 
I pulled myself up, pushing him backward to the floor on his knees, 
and I wrapped my whole body around him.  Our movements, now 
timed perfectly with each other, quickly reached a speed that had 
us both panting.  The grunts and moans he rewarded me with 
combined with my own, echoed in the carriage. 
 
I reached the peak first.  I arched my back away from him, my head 
thrown back, my eyes and mouth open wide, as I once more felt 
the waves wash over me.  This one was the strongest, the most 
incredible, and I never wanted it to stop.   
 
I was still in the middle of mine, when his started.  A long, low, 
groan ripped deep out of his chest, as he came.  I could swear I 
even felt him explode inside me, the spurts of almost burning cum 
splashing inside me, so much of it, it filled me and started running 
back out, in little streams around his quivering cock. 
 
We fell into each other's arms, gasping for breath, our hearts 
racing as we held each other tightly.  Tenderly, almost lovingly, we 
kissed.  I had never before felt such ecstasy, satisfaction, and 
exhaustion. 
 
After a few moments, we heard a soft clearing of a throat.  The 
driver announced that we had arrived at the restaurant.

THE END