May. 30th, 2017

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It started as a typical enough Thursday.

We were in port for a long weekend after two weeks underway for whatever exercise du jour was in the cards for our shortened workup cycle. As was our custom when I was in town, Thursday nights meant yoga, or “90 minutes, 26 poses, and 104 degrees of foreplay,” as her roommate referred to it after attending a class with us once. As was our custom, we each had to use every ounce of willpower we possessed to focus on the poses, the breathing, the technique, and find our centers, resisting the animal urges to indulge in the visual smorgasbords that were our bodies.
Even though we both took it seriously, I could feel the distracted energy emanating from her body as strongly as it must have been emitting from my own.

Finally, the class was over and she made a beeline for me as we quietly left the studio, wrapping her long arms around my chest from behind, and leaning in to coyly whisper in my ear,

"Let's hurry up and get out of here. I have some fun ideas for things to do tonight, since you don't have to work tomorrow..."

As I went to put my shirt back on, she stopped me, noticing the bruise on my side that was just starting to turn a dark shade of purple. Her eyes met mine as her fingers lightly traced around the edges of the mark.

"Rugby?" she asked, a vaguely amused look curling the corners of her mouth.

"Rugby." I confirmed, shrugging slightly and bracing for what was coming next.

"You boys and your silly macho games, always trying to show off for each other," she teased, her fingers now lightly tracing over the hard outlines of the muscles in my shoulders, my biceps, my pecs.

I snorted. "...says the girl who's idea of an awesome second date was a Bikram yoga class."

I wrapped an arm around her slender waist, pulling her to me until we were eye to eye.

"And don't even try to tell me that wasn't about showing off."

She batted her big green eyes at me playfully and hooked her hands behind my neck as my other arm naturally fell to also rest around the waist.

"Oh, that absolutely had nothing to do with showing off," she replied, her voice getting husky with seduction. "it was about seeing if you'd be able to keep up with me.'

"Plus," she added, giving me a quick peck on the lips, "I just wanted an excuse to see you without a shirt on."


"And what?"

"Did you like what you saw?" I pressed, squeezing her closer to me. I heard her breath catch in her throat in surprise, and through her thin sports bra and sweat soaked tank top, I could feel her heartbeat accelerating.

"If you get me home quickly enough, you might just find out for yourself," she replied, barely loud enough for me to hear.

Less than a minute later we were heading for the 805 Freeway as fast as I could negotiate my little red Prelude through the twisty canyon roads of eastern San Diego. Even though the temperature would soon begin to drop with the quickly gathering darkness, we had the sun roof open and the windows down, enjoying the unusually warm mid-October evening.

Our on-ramp for the freeway was coming up quickly, and I shot a wolfish grin in her direction. The gaze that met mine veritably combusted as one of her hands went for the door handle, the other went for the armrest, and she stretched those long, long, long, long legs out to brace in the footwell.

Faster than conscious thought I rolled onto the clutch, dove into the brakes, and downshifted to third. With a continuation of those motions, I rolled my heel back onto the throttle and eased off the clutch as I simultaneously cranked the wheel to the right. All 270 painstakingly massaged horsepower pushed us back into our seats as the meticulously tuned suspension bit into the curve. In the seat next to me, she squealed with delight as the little sports car rocketed up the ramp and onto the freeway.

Within a handful of adrenaline-fueled heartbeats I had us at a steady 75 as we picked our way through traffic, her long, dark brown, almost black hair blowing in the wind as we laughed and sang along to everything on the radio. Meanwhile, my right hand had inexplicably found her lap and was deliberately stroking her lean , muscular thigh . At the same time, her left hand had found its way up to the back of my head and was idly playing there, caressing my scalp and ears.

After what felt like an eternity, the exit to her condo came up, and with the same practiced ease I smoothly made the transition from freeway to surface streets.

Her hand found mine atop the gearshift knob.

"Have I mentioned recently how much it turns me on when you drive like that?"

Once again, her voice was dripping with desire and just a touch of urgency.

"Well then, I'll keep driving this way to get us back to your place as quickly as possible," I teased, squeezing her held hand as we jointly eased the transmission into fourth gear for the last bit of the sprint to her complex.

The race to find a parking space, grab our mats, water bottles, and towels, sprint for her condo, and wait for her shaky fingers to fumble for the right key seemed to take even longer than the drive down the 805.

After a brief struggle as our still sweaty bodies fell against the door and each other, her key slid smoothly into the lock, the knob was turned, and our tangle of limbs, lips, and hormones tumbled into the living room.

The two roommates who were home gave exaggerated rolls of their eyes as we continued our tumble through the living room, down the hallway, and to her bedroom.

Before the latch clicked shut she was peeling her skin tight tank top up her long, gently muscled torso, pulling it over her head before frantically throwing her hands around my neck, pulling her to me as hard as she could, and forcing her lips against mine. My own hands dropped to the gentle swell of her hips, then settled onto the firm, perfectly rounded cheeks of her perfectly heart-shaped ass. A soft moan escaped around the edges of her mouth as she forced her tongue between my slightly parted lips. Electric sparks of pure, unadulterated lust shot between us anywhere we touched each other, the room getting hotter with each passing heartbeat of our rapidly rising pulses.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, but she broke the kiss long enough shake her head slightly, her green eyes now a roaring inferno.

"Not yet," she teased.

"Shower?" I asked, my arousal sapping my brain of too much blood to allow for any responses more than a single word.

"I'm not ready for us to get clean yet. We're already dirty, and I have a pretty great idea for how we can get even dirtier."

With a sudden burst of strength, she turned us around, and with a hard push to my chest, sent me backwards onto her bed.

"Don't. Move." She ordered tersely, a surprisingly serious look crossing her face.

I knew better than to ignore it.

When she was satisfied I was taking her directions seriously, she sasheyed over to her desk, making sure I was taking in every flawless inch of her long, long, long, long legs.

Two presses on her computer's keyboard, and her favorite sexy time playlist picked up where we'd left off last night.

Throwing an impish glance over her shoulder at me, she rummaged through a drawer, pulling something out that she placed on top of her dresser, obscured behind her back as she turned to face to me. Her eyes locked on to mine and she bit her lip as she crossed her arms and hooked her fingers under her light gray sports bra. She swayed in time to the music, her body finding the rhythm instinctually. My own breath caught in my throat as I soaked in every detail of the impossibly salacious striptease that was beginning before me.
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She continued dancing, turning sideways to give me an eyeful of her long, lean profile, tugging up the bottom of her sports bra just enough to show the bottom swell of her small, amazingly perky breasts. Still biting her lower lip, she flitted her gaze to my lap, making sure here actions were having the intended effect.

A small smile played at the corners of her mouth as she moved from her top, running them both down the smooth, slightly muscled front of her long, bare torso, still glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. Her fingers played with the waistband of her shorts as the gyrations and thrusts of her hips persisted. She turned again, putting her back to me as she bent at the waist and exaggerated the circles her hips were making while she deliberately worked the waistband of her shorts down her hips. She paused briefly and shot a positively evil look over her shoulder as the very top of her green thong underwear became visible above her shorts. Her hips shifted back to a slow, steady, seductive, sensuous side to side sway that made my blood boil in my veins and my heart hammer like the beat of the music she used as her guide. Slowly, slowly, the light blue material dropped lower over the flare of her hips and the round of her butt.

She sent another furtive look at me, her eyes again checking to verify the front of my board shorts was still properly tented. She showed her satisfaction with a smirk that again had her biting her lower lip just slightly.

She paused as the song ended, then as the next one began, immediately dropped low, then began to rise back up in a deliberate motion, her shorts dragging down her legs to the floor as she languidly came back up.

A low moan escaped my lips as she turned sideways to me, hands playing up her thighs, past her waist, along the muscle lines that ran up her stomach. Her hands continued to rise higher, inching up over the bottom of her sports bra before cupping her small, gently rounded breasts, the hard points of her excited nipples just faintly visible through the soft material.

"Mmmmmmm," the groan escaped from deep within me before I was even conscious of it.

Her right eye twitched in a quick wink, and her hands resumed their climb up her chest, her long, delectable neck, and into her long, thick hair.

As the dark halo cascaded between her fingers and back down across her shoulders she began moving towards me. Step by step, toes pointed, legs coming high to step out of her shorts puddled on the floor. Knees rising up as she transitioned to the bed, stalking up from the end towards me, her shoulders and hips swinging in her feline crawl towards me. I found myself scooting back until my back collided with the wall at the head of the bed.


She purred with delight as she saw this, arms and legs bending to put her weight on my body. Her arms passed my hips, her eyes looking absolutely feral as they locked into my very soul.

Another step.

I could feel the tips of her breasts dragging up my thighs. My skin burned and my hands ached, but I didn't dare move.

Another step.

My throbbing, impossibly painful hardness now found itself nestled in the modest valley between her breasts. She stopped for a moment, licked her lips, and resumed.

Another step.

She dragged her breasts further up my chest, slowing to lick, then lightly bite my left nipple. My hips thrust upward into her on their own accord, her stomach writhing against me as a reply. She purred around the nipple she held between her teeth, then released it, dragging her tongue around it one last time before our eyes were forced back to meet each other.

Another step.

Her chest against mine. Our heartbeats meeting each other's frenetic paces. Or breathing loudly comingling. Her legs folding under her to lay outside of mine, thigh to thigh, calf to calf. Her lips were inches away from mine.

One. Last. Wiggle.

Her mouth crept closer to mine as I closed my eyes, my entire body straining to get get closer to her.

The kiss didn't come. Instead, I felt her breath, hot and heavy against my ear as she whispered in a barely audible voice, "I'm going to go change. Then we're going down to the hot tub and finishing this properly."

She lifted off me, quickly getting to her feet as she headed for the closet.

"In the meantime-" she said, picking up what I could now were the pieces of a bikini before turning back and leveling an index finger at the obscenely visible bulge in my shorts,

"-down boy."

She trounced off to the bathroom, making sure I could catch every ripple, jiggle, and sway of her near-naked body as she went.
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My pulse had barely managed to return to a halfway normal rate when i heard the knob turn and the bathroom door opened. What I saw when she stepped out immediately sent it racing back to match it's former cadence.

The bikini was mostly white, with a sprinkling of multicolored stripes and strips and sprinkles scattered over the surface of the material top and bottom. Tiny ties behind her neck and sitting low on each hip held the three impossibly sparse triangles in place. Everywhere I looked that wasn't covered in fabric I saw smooth, clear skin just starting to pop up with goosebumps. She shivered slightly as she somewhat patiently watched me take in the spectacular view in front of me.

"Ok, can we go now, because I'm really, really antsy."

I jerked out of my fantasy, quickly nodding yes. All the blood in my body was now pooled below my waist, and I was unable to do anything more than just react. She smirked, threw a beach towel in my direction, and made for the bedroom door.

I followed the swaying colors down the hall, through the living room, past the somewhat judgy stares of all three of her roommates, out the front door, down the steps, down the sidewalk, across a parking lot, up a sidewalk, down a dark path, and through a gate that was supposed to be locked, but wasn't.

The overheard lights had been shut off but the jets were still on, and we quickly and quietly dropped our towels on a nearby lounger, kicked our sandles off into the darkness, and holding each others hands waded into the water.

She led me to the deepest part of the hot tub before she launched her attack.

The only warning I saw was a flash in her eyes, then she lunged at me. Arms grabbed me around my neck. Legs wrapped around my waist. Face almost collided with mine as she forced her lips against mine. Tongue spearing out desperately seeking mine. My hands were suddenly on her ass. Hips ground against me, moving, testing. Hands squeezing muscles. Nails raking across back.

After several minutes of that she pulled away suddenly. Leaned back. Eyes were open wide and foggy with lust. Mouth half open. Tongue licked lips. Hand reached behind her neck, pulling the string. Colors tumbled into the water. Small, rounded, spectacular, perky breasts heaved as she breathed hard. Nipples like large pebbles in tiny light brown ponds of areola stood out proudly begging for attention.

My arm tightened around her waist. Pulled her back to me. Other hand went to her chest between us. Circling around her perfect breast. Thumb found her nipple. Our lips found each other again.

Her fingers found the waistband of my shorts. Pulled the string. Reached in. Fingers closed around hard flesh. Pulled out the object of her lust. Hand stroked along my length. Once. Twice. Moans into each other's mouths. My hand found the splash of colors under the water. Pushed it aside. Fingers on warmth. Fingers twitched back and forth. Moan. Fingers in warmth. Moan.

She pushed her mouth from mine. Looked at me. Eyes were burning. Head nodded slowly. Hand still grasped me.

"I need this. Now."

She moved towards me again. Hand guided me home under the water. Heat found hardness. Legs around me. Slowly joined. All 8 1/2 inches driven home. Her eyes flew fully open, her back arched, breasts against me, nipples driven into my chest, loud cries escaping from her wide open mouth, and the heat pulsed and rippled around the hardness.


I tensed every muscle I could below the waist, holding back the explosion screaming to get out of me. Forced the throbbing back down. Hands gripped her waist tighter. Thumbs dug into their familiar spots-


She rode out the waves as they racked get body, writhing and surging against me. The whole time I stood perfectly still. Watched. Indulged. Enjoyed. Swelled.

She slumped against me for half a second, taking care to make sure I didn't slide out. Her breath came fast and ragged, her body and hair sticky and damp with sweat.

She came back to life, her eyes finding mine.

"Your turn."

Her legs tightened around my waist. Her hips rose and fell against me, my hips moved against her in concert.


At the same time, between ragged breaths and grunts of exertion, our voices found words to urge the other on.

"Holy shit, it's a good thing you're not any thicker or I'd be crawling for the next week! That's it, a little faster, a little harder, oh my god you fill me up so perfectly, I can feel you getting harder, that's it, I want to feel all of it, why haven't done this sooner, oh my god I'm close, don't stop, oh I've needed this all day today, oh keep doing that, how are you so good."

"Ugh, how can you be so tight, and shit, you're getting wetter, unf, I don't know how much longer I can hold off, mmmm you've been planning this all day haven't you, holy shit you're beautiful, oh god yes, keep doing that with your hips, just like that, oh I love when you do that, oh you're getting tighter and yes keep doing that with your muscles, oh you're so good, how did I do lucky, oh shit, I'm almost there, ugh, it's coming, it's coming, holy shit I'm-"

She pulled into me hard. Hip bones connected. Her hands behind my neck gripped tight enough to leave bruises. Her legs locked behind me, her heels digging into my back as she forced me in as deep as I could physically go. As we bumped together, she exploded. The ripples started deep within her, massaging me, coaxing and cajoling me. The heat shot up her body anywhere our skin was joined, the ripples expanding outward from her center to send shock waves through her arms, her legs, every part of her alive and quivering with the sheer electric charge.

One heartbeat.

My own control was slipping. I swelled further, ready to stage my own explosion. My entire lower body throbbed as a single unit.

Two heartbeats.

From the tips of my toes on, everything surged upwards. I tensed, flexed my PC muscle just as I felt-

Three heartbeats.

The strongest wave yet shot through her core. Her lips crushed violently against mine, sending her screams of ecstacy down my throat.

The dam broke. My control gave way to the rushing torrent. I sent my own scream of ecstasy back down her throat.

The first round burst out of me just as one of her ripples waves crested. She rode it in just in time to catch a second.

And a third.

And a fourth.

Her body clung fiercely to mine, relishing every blast that racked our bodies where we were one, filling her over and over again, adding yet more great to an already molten inferno.

She finally succeeded in emptying me, though I fired another half dozen times, my animal side kicking in, wanting to everything i possibly could.

"Mmm, I love feeling you do that inside me," she purred, her hands faking to my waist as she leaned back in the dark water, I've again giving me a full view of her marvelous, awe-inspiring nude form. My motions slowed, then stilled as we grew quiet, indulging in the visual of each other, of us as I stayed buried deep within her.

"I love how our skin tones look against each other, how it looks when you're inside me," she whispered, as if saying it too loudly would break some magical spell that bound us together.

"And I love how we drive each other so wild," I replied, similarly hushed. "This was incredible."

She gave me an evil grin and gently rocked her hips from side to side. Deep within her, we both felt me twitch.

"Boy, we're just getting started."


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