Smooth Talking: Susan At The Restaurant
by The Lycanthrope

Copyright (c) 2000 by The Lycanthrope. All Rights
Reserved Worldwide.  Permission granted to MCSTORIES to post
and archive.

*Note: This is an adult fantasy. If you are under 21, please go away.
If explicit sex offends you, please go away. If you are offended by frank
language, please go away. If you are still reading, welcome! Some of the
dialog in this story involves a technique known as <b>phonic ambiguity,</b>
where emotionally charged words or phrases are used in place of ordinary
words or phrases that sound similar. If the dialog seems bizarre, try thinking
about how it would sound spoken aloud and you should be able to figure
out what's going on. My characters live in a world where casual,
unprotected sex won't kill you. We don't. Remember, this is a fantasy,
and it's fiction. Enjoy!*

*The Lycanthrope welcomes comments and suggestions at
lycanthrope at graffiti dot net*


"I'll be right back with your change," Susan said, picking up the tray
with the bill and a pair of twenty dollar bills. Her lips moved in the
most delicious way. It was her lips that had done it for me in the first
place. She had what my old college roommate called a "dick-shaped mouth."
Shiny magenta lip gloss coated a full pair of lips, with a slight but
distinct pout causing the lower lip to appear a bit fuller than the upper.
When she talked, her mouth opened into a narrow "O," perfectly shaped for
oral sex. It was time to get what I wanted.

"Keep the change," I said.

"But that's almost eighteen dollars!" she said, surprised. That's why
I like to eat at chain restaurants rather than the more elite dining
establishments.  A waitress at a "fine dining" restaurant wouldn't have
batted an eye at a $17.92 tip on a $22.08 dinner tab, but it would break
the mental flow of a waitress at a "bar and grill" chain restaurant. A
break in her mental flow was what I wanted.

"Sit down for a few and give your feet a rest," I said. I'd phrased
it carefully so that it wasn't a question she could refuse, but it still
didn't quite sound like a direct command. It was nearly closing time, and
I was the only customer, save for the two guys arguing about basketball
at the bar. She hesitated a second, looked around, and slid into the booth
on the opposite side of the table. She was cute, but not gorgeous; A bit
taller than average, maybe five feet eight or so. Her long blonde hair
was pulled back into a shiny ponytail dangling nearly to her waist.

"Doesn't that feel better? More relaxing?" I asked, already trying to
get her to notice her body and relax it.

"Yes," she said, "thanks, um..."

"Jeff," I said, "Jeff Williams."

"Thanks, Jeff."

"Don't mention it, Susan." She had introduced herself to me as "Sue,"
but her name badge said "Susan." It was probably what her parents had called
her when they were reprimanding her as a youngster, so using it might make
her view me as something of an authority figure.

"Wow! An eighteen dollar tip!" she said.

"No, that's just the change," I said, "I haven't left the tip yet."
Show time. I pulled a crisp bill from my wallet and placed the stern face
of Ulysses S. Grant on the table, soberly regarding her from behind his
bow-tie and graying beard.

"Fifty!?! But..."

"But nothing," I said. "I'm sure someone *sticks it to you* almost
every night. You have to hustle to *keep the customers happy* and
I'm sure it's *hard-on* you. And besides, I have people *blow me*
at my company who make more than that in an hour, and they hardly do a
*lick* of work."

"Your company?" she said vaguely. Grant was doing his job, distracting
her.

"Yes, I'm the President of a high-tech company up North. I'm here on
business. We work mostly with old-name companies who want to get on the
Internet and move their business in *nude erections.* I probably wasn't
being quite fair to my staff. If *you were underneath me* you would
work hard, but not any harder than you work here." She blinked and quickly
moistened her wonderful lips. She looked up from the fifty on the table,
her deep green eyes sparkling.

"President? You look so young." A perfect setup.

"Oh, I'm quite a bit older than you."

"How old do you think I am?" she asked, somewhat coyly. I figured her
for her late twenties. Thirty at the oldest. Time for the setup.

"Oh, twenty four or so," I said. She smiled.

"I'm twenty nine." She was obviously somewhat flattered that I'd
underestimated her age, but she'd probably seen that approach before.
Good. Time for the reversal.

"Really? Hmmm, I guess you didn't seem that mature." Slam! She blinked.
Three times. I hadn't quite insulted her, but somehow it almost seemed
like it. How do you deal with a compliment that appears to be made for
the wrong reason? Now she was on the defensive, needing to prove herself
worthy. She was off balance. Between the ambiguous sexual phrases and the
unexpected negative hit, the brain in her pretty blonde head was exactly
where I wanted it.

"Well," I said, "I'm still older than you. Thirty three, in fact."

"Oh," she said, still off balance and trying to adjust. I needed to
work fast now, and guide her thoughts where I wanted them. She had a lovely
golden tan, probably from days on one of the local Gulf Coast beaches.

"You work hard here, and you should be compensated. I'm sure that you
can imagine a place you'd rather be, like relaxing somewhere on a beach,
with the sun warming you, relaxing you, letting the tension and stress
drain out of your body. Just relaxing and drifting, enjoying the warm
breeze *caressing your body.*" Her eyes were unfocused, seeing the
scene I was describing.  Perfect.

"And as the breeze *strokes your skin* and the sun's warmth
*penetrates deep inside your body* you feel relaxed and content.
The rhythmic sound of the ocean calms you and comforts you. Such a
relaxing, rhythmic sound. Over and over and over. Making you feel so
warm, safe, and relaxed. And the soft breeze makes *your skin tingle
slightly, caressing your senses.* And you feel safe and secure,
relaxed and comfortable, so much *hap-penis* and you realize that
you want this feeling to last forever, and the only way that you can
make this wonderful feeling last forever is to have someone who can
make you feel warm and relaxed, safe and secure, so comfortable. And
you realize that this is a person who understands your feelings, your
needs, your desires. This is a person who you *share yourself with
completely,* and who shares himself completely with you. Someone who
you trust enough to *surrender to your basic needs and desires.*
You feel safe *sharing your most intimate self with him.* And
though you may have felt in the past that you could spend a lifetime
searching for him, now you realize that you don't have to waste your
time, because now you realize that this man is available to you, right
in front of you. And you feel so happy that you have found this man
who *you want to share yourself with.* So happy that he is right
in front of you."

I fell silent, and sat waiting. Susan was really into the fantasy. She
was still looking far away, seeing herself on the warm beach. She blinked
and looked at me, sitting right in front of her, just like in her fantasy.
She smiled, almost shyly.

"Uh, yes," she said, "that would be, um, really nice. It sounds so,
um, beautiful."

"I'm sure that you have problems and worries hidden *deep inside you*
that you need so share with someone, just to get them out in the open and
*release your worries.*"

She talked for nearly ten minutes, starting with the brake job her car
needed, but she couldn't afford, and progressing to more personal stories
about her sick grandmother and how her last boyfriend had broken up with
her because he felt she was devoting too much time to her grandmother and
not enough to him. Mostly I just listened, nodding occasionally, and agreeing
with her a couple of times. I didn't try to make any suggestions or
recommendations.  She didn't want me to fix anything, she just wanted
someone to listen.  I listened until she realized how long she had been
talking and how intimate the story had become. She blushed.

"I'm sorry, I've been babbling on," she said.

"Not at all," I told her, "you needed to talk."

"It's just that you seem so, um, easy to talk to, I guess."

"You're easy to listen to, Susan. I'll listen to you for hours, if you
like." Another blush and the shy smile.

"Thank you, Jeff."

"To relax you need to release the stress and tension you have bottled
up. *Trust me,* talking things out with *someone near you* can
be very cleansing. *Trust me,* you can't keep stress in, it's not
healthy. *You have to let go of your inhibitions* and get your problems
out, Susan, *trust me,* I know."

"I'd like that," she said. "Oh shit!" She jumped up quickly and started
clearing the table.

"Relax, Susan," I told her, "*I'm the only one here you need to think
about.* It's closing time, and I'm not in any hurry to leave you." She
continued gathering the dishes and silverware.

"I'll be right back," she said, heading toward the kitchen with the
dirty dishes. She had a reasonable body, as far as I could tell; Slim waist
and a nice ass. The loose button-down white shirt hid the details of her
breasts, but her khaki shorts let her show off a nice pair of tanned legs.
I watched the sassy wiggle of her ass as she rounded the corner into the
kitchen. Ulysses was still sitting on the table.

So far so good. She was suggestible, and she slipped easily into a guided
fantasy. It looked like I might get a chance to experience the delights
of her luscious lips.

She reappeared from the kitchen. I smiled. She had removed her apron,
straightened her clothes, and brushed a few stray hairs from her forehead.
She was interested. She walked toward my table, just a tiny bit too
quickly.

"See," I joked, "I told you I wouldn't leave you." She gave me an
embarrassed smile and began wiping down the table.

"I can't take this," she said, indicating the fifty.

"Of course you can," I said and waited until she finally picked the
bill up. "I'm sure *you get screwed every night* by someone who doesn't
know how to show appreciation for a lady *working hard to please her
customer.* Maybe that will help make up for one of those times. Maybe
it will help you get your brakes fixed." She looked grateful as she tucked
the bill into her pocket.

"Thank you," she said. "And thank you for listening to my problems."

"The privilege was mine," I told her. "I'm sure you have many more stories
to tell. I'm glad that *I'm able to share with you and help you feel
better.*" She fidgeted a bit, looking not unlike a schoolgirl with a
crush. "Here it comes," I thought.

"Um, uh," she twisted one foot slightly on the toe of her white
cross-trainer sneaker and then looked up quickly to meet my eyes, "I'd
like to, you know, talk some more, you know, maybe, if you wouldn't mind."
She looked away and wiped an imaginary spot from the table. Bingo!

"I'd like that, too, Susan."

"Well, I'm off now, and we're closing..."

"I'm staying at the hotel across the street," I told her, "and there's
a comfortable couch in my suite. We can talk there." No question was asked
or other option mentioned, so she really had no easy opportunity to refuse.

"Well, um, I mean, I don't want you to think that I do this all the
time, it's just that you're, well..."

"Easy to talk to," I finished for her. It was obvious where she was
going, and finishing the sentence would reinforce her feeling that we were
connecting.

"Yeah," she said. "Um, that would be OK, I guess." She raised her eyes
again to meet mine and smiled shyly. "Wait right here, I'll get my stuff."
She scurried off to the kitchen again. She was gone a little longer than
I'd expected, and the reason was obvious when she returned: The magenta
lipstick on her beautiful mouth was perfect. I rose and walked her to the
door, holding it open for her and following her outside. I offered her
my arm and she slipped hers through, moving closer to me.

As we walked to the hotel, I made idle chatter, keeping her mind occupied.
I talked about sensory things; the warm night breeze, the smell of freshly
cut grass, the sounds of traffic. I tried to keep her focused on her senses
and not give her time to think about the fact that she was walking into
a hotel with a stranger. During the elevator ride, I described my suite,
emphasizing how comfortable and relaxing the accommodations were.

I'd intentionally left two lamps on in the suite, providing adequate,
but not overly bright, illumination.  I like to plan ahead.

"We can sit on the couch," I told her.  Again, it wasn't a question
or a direct command, simply a statement that couldn't be gracefully
declined.  She sat down, sighing as she did so.  I sat facing toward her,
our knees almost touching.

"It feels good to finally be off my feet," she said.

"Here," I said, simply, reaching down and lifting her left foot into
my lap.  "Let me help you relax."  I untied the white lace and removed
her sneaker and ankle sock, placing them on the floor.

"What..."  she started to ask.

"Shhhh," I said, "relax."  I began massaging her bare foot, cupping
her heel and working the sides of it hard to release her muscle tension.

"Mmmmm," she sighed, "that's nice."  I reached down and lifted her
right foot, untying the sneaker and removing it and her sock.

"Just lean back and relax," I told her.  She shifted so that she could
lean back on the pillows on the end of the couch.  I gave her right heel
the same treatment her left had received and then moved up to the muscles
and tendons in her arches.  She sighed again.

"That feels good, doesn't it?"

"Mmmm hmmmmmmm," she moaned lightly.  Her eyes were closed and her
beautiful lips were ever so slightly parted.  I worked her arches awhile
longer and then moved my hands outward to focus on the tendons on the
outside of her feet.

"Just relax and enjoy," I told her.  "Let your worries and tensions
go.  Feel how easy it is to just let your cares go and enjoy the massage."
I moved my hands up so that my thumbs were massaging the balls of her
feet, just behind her toes.  Her breathing was slow and deep, her eyes
closed.

"Relax and drift back to that warm beach," I told her.  "Let your
cares go."  I watched her breathing, timing my suggestions to her
exhalation.  "Breathe out your tensions...  and drift...  relaxing...
as you breathe...  feeling the warm sun...  relaxing your body...  and
the warmth...  penetrating deep...  inside you...  releasing your
tensions...  relaxing your muscles...  so relaxed..."  Slowly I eased up 
on the foot massage and began gently stroking the tops of her feet, 
caressing slowly up to her ankles and then back down to her toes.

"Feel how relaxed... your feet are.  Let my touch relax you... even more.
Let the wonderful... relaxed... warm feeling... move up... to your calves...
filling you... with such warmth... and pleasure... and relaxing your knees...
and your thighs... so relaxed... and so comfortable..."  I was timing the
caresses and my words to her breathing.

"And the warm relaxation... fills your legs... moving up to your hips...
your lower back... your abdomen... so warm... and relaxed... everything
just loose... and comfortable... now letting the muscles... in your chest...
and your back... just go limp... and relaxed... so nice... so warm and safe..."
I was probably overdoing it.  Susan looked to be thoroughly entranced.  No
harm in doing the job right, though.

"Now relaxing across the shoulders... and letting the warm... wonderful
relaxation... flow down... into the arms... relaxing the hands... and
fingers... and letting the warmth... fill you up... moving up... into your
neck... relaxing the muscles... up into the scalp... all the little muscles...
so relaxed... and loose... now relaxing your face... letting everything...
go limp... and warm... and so nice... and relaxed."  She was breathing slow
and deep; clearly under.

"Now Susan, remember the beach.  Feel the warmth of the sun.  The gentle,
warm, relaxing breeze.  Just lying there, relaxed and happy.  And the gentle
waves are slowly sliding up the beach, washing up and caressing your feet
and legs.  So nice and relaxing.  Waves coming in.  And going out."
I stroked from her feet up to her calves, then back down.

"The waves keep coming in... and going out.  And you find that with each
wave, you become even more relaxed.  In... and out.  And each wave helps you
drift even deeper into your pleasant relaxation.  In... and out.  Relaxing
more with each wave.  In... and out."  I continued stroking her feet and
calves, simulating the waves.  Her closed eyelids fluttered slightly as her
eyes moved beneath them.  Good.  Rapid eye movement indicated a deep level
of hypnosis.

"Susan, do you feel relaxed?"

"Yeshhh."

"Such a wonderful feeling, and you can return to this warm, safe, relaxed
feeling any time you'd like.  Would you like that?"

"Yeshhh."

"Whenever you hear me say, 'waves on your feet' you will immediately return
to this nice, relaxed state.  In fact, you'll be twice as relaxed as you are
now.  Your mind will relax and open up, and your body will be two times as
relaxed and comfortable as it is right now.  Remember, when I say 'waves on
your feet' your mind and body will relax."  I stopped stroking her feet.

"In a few moments I'll ask you to open your eyes, but before I do, I
want you to think about how relaxed and wonderful you feel.  Remember that
my massage is what helped you feel so warm and safe and happy.  And when
you open your eyes, you'll find that my touch still makes you feel warm
and safe and happy, and more.  You'll find that my touch gives you pleasure.
And the more I touch you, the more the pleasure builds.  Deep pleasure,
building the more I touch you.  The pleasure will become more and more
intense, the more I touch you.  You'll find that the pleasure penetrates
deep inside you, making you feel better than you ever have before.  My
touch will give you this deep, intense pleasure, turning you on and
making you feel more aroused than you ever have before.  And you will want
this pleasure to continue.  No matter where I touch you, the pleasure
will radiate throughout your body, filling all of your senses with ecstasy."
I liked this approach.  I'd give her as much pleasure as I possibly
could, and let her do whatever came naturally.  It seemed reasonable to
me, and her mind would probably have an easier time with the idea that
someone wanted to make her feel wonderful than it would with someone
making demands and giving orders.  Time to bring her out.

"Now I want you to begin to come up from this deep, relaxed state.  Your
subconscious will remember to return to this state, and even deeper, whenever
I say 'waves on your feet.'  And my touch will bring you more and more
pleasure and arousal.  And I'm going to count from five down to one.  When
I get to one, your eyes will open and you'll be awake and alert.  Five...
coming up now... four... three... coming up... almost there... two...
and one, eyes open, wide awake, feeling wonderful."  Susan's eyes opened
and she stretched her arms up over her head, arching her back.  She settled
back and looked at me, smiling.

"Wow, that was incredible!"

"Sometimes you need to relax your mind before you can relax your body,"
I told her.  "Speaking of which, I've still only relaxed a little of your
body.  Would you like me to do your shoulders and back?"

"Sure," she said, "thanks."

"Hmmm.  That's going to be a little awkward here on the couch.
You should stretch out on the bed."

"OK."  No hesitation.  She stood and headed toward the bedroom.  I 
picked up her socks and sneakers and followed.

Susan walked to the side of the bed and paused.  The room was lit only
by the small lamp on the desk next to the window.  The curtains were drawn.
With a shy smile, Susan sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out, and rolled
onto her stomach in the middle of the king-sized mattress.  I set her
sneakers beside the bureau, kicking my shoes off beside them, then walked
to the bed and sat next to her.  Time to see if the programming worked.

She was stretched out, her hands touching above her head, which was
turned to the side.  Her long blonde mane was lying beside her on the
bedspread.  Her eyes were closed.  Slowly, almost tentatively, I reached
out and gently stroked her neck.

Her eyes snapped open in surprise.  The "pleasure touch" programming
was definitely working!  I deepened my massage, kneading my fingers gently
into the muscles in the back of her neck.  She stretched her chin slightly
upward, her eyes slowly closing.  I placed my thumb on one side of her neck,
my fingers on the other, and slowly I massaged the tight cords on either
side of her spine.

"Mmmmmm," she hummed.  I kept up the gentle kneading.  Her muscle tone
told me that she could probably stand a firmer massage, but that wasn't
really my objective.  The longer I touched her, the more her arousal would
build.  I didn't want to disrupt that with a deep muscle massage.  I
continued the slow massage, now alternating the gentle muscle kneading
with lighter strokes along her sides of her neck.  I brought my other
hand into play, moving down to massage the trapezius muscles running from
her neck down to her shoulders.  This time I was intentionally massaging
very lightly.

"Is that good, or do *you want me to go deeper?*"  I asked.

"Mmmmmm.  Nice," she said.  "Deeper."  I intensified the massage only
slightly.

"Better?  Or do *you want me to go in further?*"

"More," she almost moaned.  The arousal and pleasure were building.

"Just relax," I said.  "Let your muscles go and remember the *waves
on your feet.*"  Her muscles went completely limp as she slipped back
into her trance.

"Susan?  Can you hear me?"

"Yesshhh."

"The massage feels wonderful, right?"

"Mmmmmm."

"It brings you intense pleasure and arousal."

"Mmmmmm."

"And that pleasure and arousal keep building, bringing you wonderful
feelings.  These wonderful feelings touch deep inside you, turning you
on and filling all of your pleasure spots with a warm, arousing throbbing
pleasure.  The pleasure keeps building, bringing you higher in arousal.
You get more and more turned on, the more we touch.  The longer I touch
you, the more it turns you on, and the more your arousal builds.  You
find that you get more turned on, and you feel more intense pleasure than
you ever have.  It's so easy for you to feel ecstasy.  Your body wants it
so much, and it's so easy for you to just let my wonderful touch bring you
such deeper and more intense pleasure and happiness.  Do you like that
feeling?"

"Ohhhmmmmmm!"  Definitely a moan.

"And now I want you to come back up to consciousness as I count from
three down to one.  Your body will feel so good, so wonderful, with the
pleasure building inside you.  Three.  Coming up now.  Two.  Almost awake.
One.  Wide awake, feeling so relaxed."  I moved my massage down, working
the muscles between her shoulder blades.

"Ohhh.  That feels... nice."

"Just enjoy the feeling," I told her, now massaging up and down the
sides of her spine.  I adopted a "T" motion, working my way from her lower
back, up her spine, then out onto her shoulders, before bringing my hands
back together and working my way back down her back, only to start over again.

The massage was working.  The longer I touched Susan, the more turned on
she was getting.  As I worked my way down her back, toward her waist, I
noticed the muscles tightening in her cute little bottom.  As I got to the
bottom of her back, I spread my massage across her lower back, out to her
hips, and them back together.  Again her ass clenched slightly.  Time to
bring her even higher.

Stopping my massage, I moved from my seated position up onto my knees.
I reached down to her feet, gently grasping her ankles.  She gasped slightly.
Now I was touching her skin directly, providing a much higher level of
stimulation.  I gently separated her ankles and moved between them, kneeling
and sitting back onto my feet.  I started the massage again, with both hands
on her left calf, massaging up to her knee, then back down.  Then I switched
to the right calf and repeated the process.  I kept the massage going up
and down between her ankles and her knees, then I switched to a hand on
each leg, stroking deeply up and down the calves.  I was teasing, giving
her intense stimulation that kept building upon itself, but denying her
the more intimate contact that she was starting to desire.  I kept stroking
her calves.  I was patient.

"Unnnngh," she moaned.  Her ass muscles were clearly squeezing under
the khaki shorts, trying to give her a more intimate stimulation.  On my next
up-stroke, I slid my hands up onto her thighs, stroking exclusively with my
fingers on the outside of her legs at first.  After a few trips up and down
the outside of her thighs I slid back down and resumed stroking her calves
again.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned in frustration.  Her ass muscles were working
overtime, trying to replace the more intimate touch she'd just had.  A few
trips up and down her lovely calves, and I slid my hands once more up the
outside of her thighs, then back down, returning to her calves.

"Unnnngh," she moaned, "please?"

"Please?" I asked, knowing what she wanted.

"Please, go higher.  Please?"  I slid my hands back up the outside of
her thighs, then back down.  I moved my thumbs to the inside, leaving my
fingertips on the outside of her tanned legs and letting my thumbs rest
gently on the inside.  As I slid my hands up, her sassy little ass raised
slightly to meet me.  Her legs parted slightly.  I slid my hands back down
her thighs, then back up.  Again her ass raised.  Up and down we went, with
me stroking her beautiful thighs and her pushing her firm bottom back to
try to increase the stimulation.  Her breathing was getting a little
ragged.  I picked up the pace, moving just a little faster.  One...  Two...
Three times I slid my hands up and down her thighs.  On my fourth trip up,
I let my fingertips slip up under the cuffs of her shorts and brush against
the bottom of her ass.

"OHHHHH!  OHHHHH!  Uhhhgh!  Ohhhhh!  Ummmmm!  Mmmmmm!  Mmmmmm!" She came,
her ass raised, clenching and releasing over and over.  Finally she
collapsed back down onto the bed.  "Sweet Jesus!" she said when she got
her breath back, "I can't believe it!"  I moved out from between her legs
and sat next to her.  Gently I stroked her cheek.  Her eyes fluttered open,
with the fire of lust burning intensely in their sparkling green.  She rolled
up onto her side, then sat up.

"Nice?"

"I don't know what to say.  That's never happened... I mean..."

"You've never had a proper massage?"

"I've had massages, but it's just that you... Well... I just..."  I
reached out, sliding my hand lightly from the side around to the back of
her neck.  Her arousal was still there, and now the "pleasure touch" was
back.

"Ohhhhh!"  Her eyelids shuttered closed.  I pulled her to me and kissed
her luscious lips.  She all but attacked me!  Her arms wrapped around me
and her lips pressed even tighter.  Our mouths opened and I found myself
jousting with a very active tongue.  I stroked the inside of her thigh with
my free hand and felt her nails clench slightly into my back.  She moaned
into my mouth.  I gently lowered her onto her back and laid down next to
her.  I kissed her again, and she moaned again.  I stroked very lightly
down the side of her neck, following down her collarbone and slipping
down to the very top of her breasts, where the first fastened button on
her loose shirt stood guard above her treasures.  I slowly, very slowly,
unbuttoned the button, then leaned in and ever-so-lightly kissed the
smooth skin that had just been exposed.  Slowly I kissed my way back up
the path my finger had just descended.  Susan was still turned on, and
now I was giving her even more intimate stimulation.  She stretched her
neck upward, giving me better access to it.

I lightly kissed my way across her throat and nuzzled the opposite
side of her neck.  The nails were back, not clawing, but doing their
best to urge me on.  I moved back to her exposed throat, turning my
head so that I could take her windpipe into my mouth.  I lightly grazed
the sides of her throat with my teeth.  She didn't flinch.  It was a
feral, animalistic gesture.  Snap my teeth closed, and I would rip her
throat out like a wild predator felling a frightened, wide-eyed young deer.
My teeth only grazed her throat for a second or so, but that second
stretched back millions of years, touching our most primitive instincts.
She submitted, trusting her life to my whim.  She was mine.

I kissed my down her throat and back to the next button on her blouse.
She was breathing heavily, her arousal built ever higher.  I unbuttoned
the next button and gently kissed the top of the creamy white cleavage
that was now exposed.  Her arousal climbed another notch, and she pushed
me onto my back, climbing astride my hips.

Susan shook out her golden hair, then brushed it back over her shoulders,
letting it fall down her back, nearly to her sweet bottom.  With lust
steaming in her eyes, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt then slid it off
her shoulders, sliding it down her arms.  The breasts that had been hidden
by the loose shirt were now visible, encased in her simple white bra.  The
shirt hid a lot more than it revealed, as her breasts appeared high and
firm, perhaps a C-cup.  She reached both hands behind her to unhook the bra.
"Definitely a C-cup," I thought.  Then the bra loosened and she slid it down
her arms, tossing it off the side of the bed.  Her breasts still stood
proudly out, with rock-hard nipples leading the way.  With the back of
my hands, I slowly stroked from her stomach up toward her breasts.  As I
moved upward, I moved my hands away from her until only the backs of my
fingernails were lightly grazing their way up the sides of her breasts.

"AHHHHH FUCK!"  She screamed as she overloaded with another orgasm.
She collapsed forward onto me, her lips falling onto mine.  I invaded
her mouth with my tongue while my fingertips lightly stroked up and down
her bare back.  The added stimulation prolonged her orgasm a few extra
seconds.  She lay atop me, panting as she got her breath back.

"Shit!  How do you do that?"  She lifted up to look at me and I stole
a quick kiss on her left nipple.  She stiffened again with an orgasmic
after-shock.

"You're in trouble now, Jeff," she said.  She moved to the side, then
reached down and grabbed my polo shirt and peeled it off over my head as
I lifted up to make her job a little easier.  She unbuckled my belt, then
unbuttoned the fly on my jeans.  I lifted up to let her slide them off, and
she took the opportunity to pull my briefs down and off with my socks.  I 
lay naked on my back, with her next to me, wearing only her shorts.  My
cock pointed straight up.

"Nice to see I'm not the only one turned on here," she said with a
suggestive grin.  She moved back so that she was kneeling between my legs.
She shook her head and her blonde tresses fell forward
over her shoulders, dangling onto my stomach.  She moved up and down my
body, dragging the ends of her hair on my chest and stomach.  She slid a
bit further down and slowly swirled her silky locks around my cock, stiffening
it even further.  Slowly she descended, her beautiful green eyes looking up
at me as her lips met my rod.

The girl was a fucking artist!  Not only did she have a mouth that looked
like it was designed for a cock, but she knew how to use it!  She had talent.
She had passion.  She was inspired!  She kissed.  She nibbled with her lips.
She licked like I was an ice cream cone.  She treated my inner thighs and
cock to the same fingernail stroke that I had given her stomach and breasts.
She stroked.  She sucked.  She licked up and down.  Then, with her flaming
eyes locked on mine, she licked slowly up the bottom of my shaft, left my
cockhead resting on her tongue, and slipped her beautiful lips over my knob,
taking me into her mouth and starting to suck me in earnest.  The sensations
were incredible!  She massaged my balls with her hands.  She wrapped her
fingers around my shaft and stroked my up and down, while holding her mouth
over my cockhead and alternating licking and sucking.  It was like she was
trying to milk me into her mouth.

And all the time, the contact, the touch of my skin on hers, was turning
her on even more!  As her head bobbed up and down, she started little moans
and mewling sounds.  Her breasts briefly peeked through her hair, and her
nipples were rock-hard.  She was enjoying her virtuoso oral ministrations
as much as I was!  Her hands cupped and gently squeezed my balls, urging
me on toward my orgasm.  Involuntarily, I started thrusting back to meet
her sucking mouth.  I was close, and she knew it.  She pulled her mouth up,
keeping my knob inside to give it a tongue-lashing that was beyond belief,
then slowly slid her sexy lips all the way down until her nose rested
against my pubic bone and my cockhead rested deep in her throat!  She
flexed her throat muscles in little swallowing motions and my orgasm
exploded deep into her, my cock pumping what felt like gallons of cum
directly down her throat!

I'm sure that what felt like an hour-long orgasm only took a few seconds,
but those few seconds were enough to blur my vision.  Susan slowly lifted
up, slipping my cock out of her throat so that she could breathe again.  She
kept me in her mouth, licking and sucking, keeping me hard as my heaving
chest calmed and my breathing began to return to normal.  I felt her mouth
and silky hair leave my loins.

I opened my eyes to see Susan lifted up on her knees, unfastening her
shorts.  She slipped them down her thighs, catching her white cotton
bikini underwear with her thumbs in the process, then sat back to pull them
down her bronzed legs and toss them aside revealing a trimmed golden triangle
of pubic hair, matted down with wetness where it covered her swollen lips.
She lay back down next to me.

"I hope that I made you feel as wonderful as you made me feel, Jeff," she
said.  "I've never come like you made me come."

"Susan, my darling," I said, "you have no idea how you can come.  There's
a typhoon heading for your beach, honey, and you've only felt the *waves
on your feet.*"  Her beautiful emerald eyes fluttered shut and her body
relaxed.

"No rest for the wicked," I thought as I began to prepare her mind
to have orgasms that would be the stuff of legends.

*-End-*
