A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS and
written by:
Pleasure Hunter

A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS and... By: Pleasure Hunter

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Making the morning commute was probably the worst part of my day. I would love to have an apartment close to my office, to avoid having to catch the train, but the reality of it is that a guy in a junior finance position just doesn't make enough coin to live in the downtown core.

About six weeks ago, I noticed an attractive older woman board the train a couple stops after mine. Of course, that in itself is not unusual, but after six months of riding the same train, in the same car, one becomes familiar with the people, and she wasn't familiar. That said, she would have stood out in any crowd.

I remember my thoughts upon noticing her. ‘Wow! That's one sexy lady!' I had never seen her before and figured I may never see her again. ‘I should introduce myself,' I thought hesitantly. ‘But what would I say? Make her an indecent proposal and just see where things go? Ha!' Of course it was just a thought; I would never approach a woman that way. Plus, I didn't want to make a fool of myself in front of a trainload of people, even if they were strangers. And then there was the matter of a wedding band on her appropriate finger.

I could have talked myself out of my other concerns, but that wedding band kept me from approaching her. Yet at the same time, it may have been what held my interest the most. It's not that I wanted to sleep with another man's wife; it just struck me as odd that an attractive woman, who I thought was several years my senior, would wear a lone wedding band. Most of the married women I know flash their big diamond engagement rings with pride, so it made me wonder, ‘Where was hers?'

To my surprise and delight, this woman became a regular on my train. I found myself stealing glances at every opportunity, always admiring how she looked, and with each passing week my thoughts about her expanded. ‘Where did she work, why only a wedding band, did she have kids, what might she look like naked, where had she been for the previous six months, should I approach her, would she go out for dinner with a younger guy like me?'

This anonymous female passenger always dressed professionally, wearing expensive-looking business suits with a silky blouse. She had the appearance of a senior executive.

It hadn't taken me long to notice the array of sexy pumps and stilettos that she possessed; it seemed as though she never wore the same pair twice. Perhaps I noticed that due to her having the best looking pair of legs I had ever laid eyes on. Some days her legs were accentuated by stockings and some days they were just sleek and natural.

I admit it: I am a "Leg Man." In fact, a couple of my female associates have jokingly suggested that I should join a twelve-step program. However, I hoped those twelve steps would simply represent the distance from the door of their apartment to the bed where I wanted to lay any one of them down and ravage her.

Funny thing, the laws of attraction... I have spoken with friends who think they have a leg interest, yet when they proceed to check the woman out, most would seem to find symmetrical deal breakers. Like, the woman's waist would be too thin, or not thin enough, hips too big, or the breasts too small. Myself I never found that I possessed that disconnect.

A woman's legs are, in large, the most commonly and frequently exposed parts of the body, and often the ones that initially draw my attention. I think like this, ‘If her legs are shapely, then natural symmetry would take care of the rest.' That said, I don't really have a leg or foot fetish; it just happens to be a woman's legs that draws my attention to her.

Back to the woman of interest. Yes, her legs were shapely, and I must say that the rest of her body was aesthetically pleasing as well. A truly beautiful lady, who obviously was quite meticulous about her appearance. Perfectly manicured nails. Her make up looked just right, accentuating her features. Not a hair of her classy up-do was out of place. She moved with poise, and had a confident stride and excellent posture. And although she wore only a single band on her ring finger, she wore just enough other expensive-looking jewellery to give her that classy look of sophistication.

She became the object of my obsession and now had me looking forward to my train rides.

One day, as the train approached her stop, as usual I tried to remain inconspicuous, busily reading the morning financial news. When the doors opened, I focused my eyes at about knee level of the passengers boarding. I would know when she stepped in, either by recognizing her sexy legs, or by her shoes. Most women wore casual shoes for the morning commute, but not her.

It happened that I missed her legs, yet another of my senses alerted me to her presence. The aroma of her perfume was very distinctive. As another passenger passed, stirring the air, her alluring scent wafted up into my nostrils. Yes, I was a bit obsessed, yet her wedding band kept me at bay.

Silently I sat, stealing glances when I could. I was being subtle and hoped that my interest went unnoticed. I had practiced this routine for weeks, and with each that passed, I hoped to find just the right moment to strike up a conversation.

So there she was sitting across from me, head turned as though watching the landscape as we travelled. I wanted to say something but did not. Perhaps my reluctance was not just the existence of that wedding band. It was probably mostly a matter of nerves. Maybe I had more riding on this than I had realized.

I thought back to the beginning. At first sight my thought had been about sex. However, as I watched and thought of this woman, over the weeks my desires went well beyond that first thought. ‘How could I be satisfied with just a quick fling?' I fantasized about a continuing relationship.

By the time the train arrived at her destination I still had not mustered the courage. As she disembarked I chided myself for not being bolder.

My day continued much like any other. Call it unfortunate circumstances or the drive to succeed; what ever it was, I worked well into the evening beyond each workday, ‘Work Hard... Play Hard,' was my motto. Tonight was no exception; I rode the same train, in the same car, as I do every night.

The evening commute is much different than the morning. It was a place for sketchy business transactions. Not the kind I was taught about in business school. My car was usually sparsely populated. I considered most passengers less interesting than those with whom I shared my morning commute, yet the time travelled was far more eventful. The passengers were generally younger people like me, returning home after working late. We were often accompanied by the odd hooligan, who I thought to be looking to make a minor drug deal, or for an opportunity to steal a wallet. At least that's how I read it; yet I was never worried about being accosted. I am of large stature, a former university football player - Defensive Tackle, so most strangers exercise caution when approaching me.

Like I said, it had been about six weeks since I first noticed this woman. Yet never once had I noticed her as a passenger on my return home. I assumed she had a senior position at the office, and had the luxury of returning to her family each evening. So when she boarded the train at the last downtown stop that night, I was pleasantly surprised.

Unable to afford the apartment that I desired, I presently occupy a staged home in a new area of the city. Rent-free, I might add. However, the downside was that I lived way out in the Northwest corner of the city, almost a forty-minute trip in the morning, though only about thirty in the evening.

The mystery woman's stop was only a few minutes before my own. During this time I hoped to find the nerve to speak to her.

As usual I kept sneaking glances, and each time I looked up I noticed that she kept twisting her head away, as though she too was stealing a glance. ‘Is she looking at me?' I thought hopefully. ‘Nah, must be my imagination?'

Typical of the evening commute, there were a couple of sketchy characters wandering the aisles of our train car. One stopped to make a hushed proposition to a passenger. I watched with curiosity as the passenger rose to his feet and followed the character to another car, where I suspected some kind of elicit deal would be made.

Immediately after the two disappeared behind the sliding doors, I spotted another of the goons. He was making his way towards my end of the car. I could see a smug grin on his face, his eyes focused on someone beyond my position. Following his line of sight it appeared that my mystery woman, was his target. I sat thinking, ‘Would she brush him off? Should I intervene/'

Just at that moment, the woman of interest got up and crossed the aisle, dropping her bottom nervously next to me. It was obvious that she was uncomfortable sitting alone, but was there more to her move than a simple sense of safety?

When my mystery woman took her spot beside me, I looked up at the approaching goon. His expression changed from that of a cocky hooligan, to a look of concern or disappointment. I turned my head and smiled at the woman, and she back, taking comfort in the fact that the sketchy-looking character took a seat a few rows back.

Although it was our first eye contact, I still didn't make much of it. Sure my thoughts had become nearly obsessed with this woman, but it was like I was stuck, my ethics holding me back. A minute later the train stopped at a large shopping mall, and several passengers disembarked. The young hooligan remained seated. This woman's stop was next and only a few minutes away.

She was sitting to my right, with maybe room for a small child to sit between us. I knew she looked different than she did in the morning, but I hadn't put my finger on it. Until, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her flip her hair back. I had only seen her wear her hair up, but this evening it cascaded downward, over her shoulders

Naturally her hair flip caught my attention. I turned to her and immediately my eyes were drawn to hers. Her maturity and presence made me a tad insecure. I wanted her expression to imply that she wanted me, but couldn't imagine why this married woman would.

Then, against my will, memories of a broken marriage, with young children used as pawns in a bitter legal battle, flashed through my mind. Struggling to suppress that memory, my eyes scanned down past her hand, further to her shapely legs, extending beyond the hem of her skirt. The sight of her toned thighs, and oh-so-touchable flesh, helped to drive all other thoughts from my head.

Something was different, and then it dawned on me. My eyes flashed back to her hand. To her left hand to be precise. The gold band that had adorned her ring finger was gone. I looked up into her smile, but was speechless.

I turned away, smirking to myself, wondering if she had noticed me before today. Wondering if she had caught me looking at her ring and simply removed it for this encounter. Spontaneity was not my strength. Collecting my thoughts, I prepared to make my move, perhaps too rationally. Normally, everything I did was calculated and methodical, yet in my excitement, further reasoning about the ring's absence had evaded me.

At about the same time that I was thinking of what to say, I sensed the woman sliding closer to me. In an instant, I felt her arm brush mine, and for the first time heard her sweet voice.

"A penny for your thoughts," she said in a hushed tone.

I turned to her, wanting to share everything that I had ever thought about her, but before I could speak, she continued with a sly grin.

"A fifty spot for your clothes..." she put her arm in mine and drew herself nearer, as she concluded with. "Another hundred for whatever else I can get out of you."

Well if I was speechless before, I was now dumbfounded. I was so intrigued by the expectations produced from those few words, that rather than speaking, I quickly raised my left hand to her chin, intending to gently pull her to me. It was electric... literally. The shock that skipped from my fingertip to her chin, made us both twitch. We pulled back slightly, our lips failing to meet, but leaving me to enjoy a brief but passionate stare into her dark green eyes.

It felt like we were the only two passengers on the train. I wanted to lean into her and take her right there, and by her glazed expression it looked like she would not have stopped me. However, my calculated reasoning prevented it. Rationality struck and I nervously asked, "My stop or yours?"

She leaned back into me and whispered a single work into my ear. "Yours."

‘Finally,' I thought. But I still didn't know her name, nor she mine, which I considered as nothing more than a minor detail.

I reached out and took her hand in mine. On the outside I was cool and calculated, but inside I was trembling with nervous excitement. I had never had a woman proposition me, let alone agree to follow me home upon meeting.

The train rolled to a stop, and most of the other passengers got off ahead of us. My heart was pounding. I had all but forgotten about the young hooligan, until we passed him on our way to the exit. Seeing him sitting there, casting a scathing glare of detest towards me, made me wonder his intentions. ‘Was he going to follow us? Is he the reason that the woman of my obsession was on my arm?' Regardless of the reasons, my expectations were set; my excitement surged through my veins, and I was sure that she could feel my pulse throbbing in my hand. I wanted to hurry, but resisted.

A couple of minutes later we were standing at my door, she patiently, I fumbling with my keys, as I checked over my shoulder to see if we had been followed. There was no sign of the young goon. My nerves abated and my key found the slot.

By now I am thinking that as soon as we step through that door, this woman and I will begin a ravenous embrace, each pulling at the other's clothing, both in a hurry to get naked and right to the good stuff.

I swung the door open and then stepped aside, allowing the lady of my desires to enter ahead of me. Rather than stopping and turning into me, as I had hoped she would do, she stopped to remove her sexy shoes. She hesitated, and then decided against it, continuing past the entrance. Setting her purse and jacket on a hall table, she looked about as though inspecting the place where I resided.

Slightly disappointed, I followed close behind, and waited for a signal that would suggest her willingness to proceed. ‘Perhaps I misread her intentions,' I thought.

"I'm impressed," she began, with a pleasant smile. "You have a beautiful home. Why ever would you be moving?"

Oh how tempting it was to let her believe that it was my house, yet I was surprised that she had asked about moving? Recognizing my confusion she added.

"The For-Sale sign out front. I take it you're moving," she quizzed seriously.

"Oh yes that. Uh no, no, I mean yes I will be moving. But the house, it's not mine," I said feeling like a schmuck.

"Too bad... From what I see you have a very nice place here," she said as she continued to admire the décor.

In my eagerness I replied, "Would you like to see the bedroom?"

"Not just yet," she replied with a warm smile. .

‘What,' I thought? Her proposal had me expecting sex. I mean what else could a guy take from her comment, ‘A fifty spot for your clothes, another hundred for what ever else I can get out of you/'

Feeling slightly dejected I convinced myself to be patient. ‘Maybe she was just having second thoughts,' I reasoned?

"Could I offer you a drink?" I asked, trying to be a good host.

"That would be great," again she replied with a smile.

"Beer or wine..."

"Wine would be nice."

I poured her a glass of wine then went to the fridge. As I opened the door to grab my beer I thought, ‘What a horrible waste of time this is going to be.' Forgetting how my prior thoughts of this woman had gone well beyond sex some time ago.

Perhaps it was the cool air billowing out from the fridge, or the fact that she was not heading for the door; in any case I relaxed a little.

"I hope you like red, leftovers from last night's dinner," I said as I offered her the glass of wine. "By the way, I'm William, my friends call me Bill."

I watched as her sensuous lips clung to the rim of the glass, her dainty hand pushing the stem upwards, tipping it so that the contents slowly flowed into her mouth.

My God she looked beautiful, with her auburn hair trailing down her back, and her breasts straining slightly at the tight fabric of her blouse, which clung to her slim waist and flat stomach. ‘She is in magnificent shape,' I thought admiringly.

Watching her sip the wine put me in a near trance. The colour of the wine matched her shade of lipstick. Her throat flexed as she swallowed, as I fantasized briefly about her taking the tip of my hardening prick between her lips in the same manner.

"That's delicious," she remarked, then extended her free hand to greet me. "It's a pleasure to meet you Bill, I'm Lisa."

Snapping out of my trance, my hand took hers. Her skin was soft and felt cool. She too seemed to be trembling slightly. I wondered if it was nerves. ‘Was she second-guessing her decision.'

Her beauty inspiring my actions, I raised her hand and gave the back of it a gentle kiss. "Yes a pleasure indeed," I said, as I again noticed the absence of her wedding band.

Lisa became flushed at my gesture, yet she did not pull away. ‘Perhaps I was over doing it,' I thought. But I had given no thought to my actions. It just seemed right.

Normally I am quite timid and calculated around women, but for some reason I felt spontaneity was appropriate. Rather than releasing her hand, I tugged her gently towards me and leaned into her. To my delight, Lisa responded favourably, reassurance that I had not misread her earlier proposal.

Our slightly parted lips met, a spark danced from hers to mine, and my heart jumped in my chest. My head became light, my breath totally taken by this beautiful woman who I so desperately wanted to ravish. Our embrace was tender, and initially somewhat hesitant. Only maybe a second passed before our lips mashed tightly and our tongues entwined.

That first kiss can set the tone for the entire relationship, by either pulling your souls together or being a complete deal breaker. In our case I read it as the earlier.

Still holding our drinks, our arms went around each other. Our passion intensified as we stumbled towards the sofa, our lip-lock enduring.

It seemed that all of my senses where heightened as I inhaled her. I could taste the residue of that sip of wine, the tanginess on her tongue, and the natural scent of a woman wafting from between our entangled bodies into my nostrils. Her sensual moans echoed in my ears, and the heat that radiated from her pelvis drew me closer, as I gently pressed my erection against her.

As I blindly moved across the room towards the sofa, the back of my leg ran into it, causing a loss of balance. I released my arms from around Lisa's body, not wanting to spill the contents of my bottle onto her. I made a quick and awkward descent onto the sofa, as she stood admiring my boyish clumsiness. And I, in turn, looked up an admired her.

The sun shone through the window behind her, her silhouette casting a shadow upon me as I looked up at her smiling face. Rays of light seemed to radiate from her, reflected by the mane of hair that cascaded over her shoulders. She looked heavenly and I hoped I would never come to think of her as anything less than angelic, yet a slight upturn of her mouth made me wonder if I was denying something obvious.

After placing her wine glass upon the coffee table, she turned away and went to the window where the sun shone through, drawing the blinds so that they were nearly shut. She returned to where I was lying awkwardly upon the sofa, stood at my feet, and reached behind her. I heard a slow and quiet zip as she loosened the zipper upon her skirt.

‘This is it,' I thought, as I anticipated her descent upon me.

There was just enough light coming through the blinds to give the room a mystic ambiance, with jagged streams of illumination highlighting Lisa's delightful curves. My dick swelled to full erection straining for release.

Lisa had unfastened her zipper, but had refrained from the removal of her skirt. She leaned forward, extending her arms to brace herself, as she positioned herself on top of me. Again I inhaled her womanly fragrance, mixed with the musk of sexual arousal. I wondered what undergarments she wore, if any, that would allow such a scent to escape her.

With her hips positioned just above mine I could feel her pelvic bone bearing down on me, capturing the scalding heat of my throbbing erection between us. Oh how I wanted to run my hands over her soft flesh, and have her reach down to release my hard cock.

All thoughts were abandoned once her lips pressed onto my own. Her tongue snaked into my mouth as though on a fierce offensive assault. A slight wiggle from her hips produced a firm massage to the underside of my hot dick, completely trapped within the confines of my clothes. Her breasts felt firm as she used her upper torso to pin me in place.

Instinctively, I slid my hands up over the sides of her breasts, which bulged out from between us. She cooed upon contact. My quick response was to slide my hands up over her back and down to the opening of her zipper, but before I reached my objective, she reached back and grabbed my hands, whispering into my ear.

"Whoa big fella, not so fast," her voice was sultry, yet firm, demanding compliance.

The scent of her sex kept wafting up into my nostrils, driving my desires beyond comfort. I so desperately wanted to run my hands under her skirt, to satisfy my curiosity and feel the silky smoothness of her bare buttocks.

I wanted to know, ‘Was she wearing panties? If not, surely she must have worn some to work, and if she did, why and when had she removed them?'

The frustration of her resistance was driving me crazy with lust. It felt like my dick was going to explode. I could only imagine that she, being an older woman, was about to teach me the art of being a patient lover. Being somewhat inexperienced, she may have sensed my naivety.

The level of excitement was intense. My breathing was erratic, and my ability to control myself was nearly diminished. Although her lips continued to devour me, orally and upon my neck and up to my oh-so-sensitive ears, I had only one thought, ‘I want to, no I need to, get my cock into her wet pussy or I will go crazy.'

Lisa seemed very methodical in her seductive manoeuvring. She had undone my tie and pulled it from my collar without ever pulling her lips away from my scorching skin. Each time I moved my hands to fondle her she held them back. Eventually her thighs separated, straddling my hips. I kept thrusting upwards, indicating my needs were not being addressed, hoping that she would free my throbbing cock so that I could spear her slick sheath. Yet she just kept tormenting me with her wonderful lips.

I had no idea how to respond. I wanted to have this woman, but the more I tried to take control, the more ravenous her oral assault became, and the more she held me back. My arms were flailing. I wanting to get my hands beneath her clothing and make contact with her bare flesh, yet she was able to keep me from reaching my objective.

Eventually, my efforts gave way to total lust-driven intoxication, and I just succumbed to what ever it was that she wanted.

The second she recognized that I had conceded, she sat upright, her hot center squarely over my throbbing cock. I wanted to thrust up into her, yet my raging hard-on remained confined beneath my clothing.

Sweat rolled off my brow as I peered up into her beautiful face, framed by her gleaming mane of hair. Finally, she began unbuttoning her blouse, and as it fell open I smiled with immense pride. Her breasts were magnificent, cradled in a demi-bra that barely concealed her nipples.

I wanted to reach up and cup her breasts, and my hands were well on their way to do just that, when again she grabbed my wrists and restrained my advance. Not a word was uttered, but the most erotic smile shone down on me.

‘How can I fight that?' I thought.

As I peered up at her, I could feel a burning sensation in my eyes so intense that they began to water, and a tear rolled over my lower eyelid and down my cheek. I was not whimpering. I was not sad. In fact, the frustration seemed to have been replaced with some unfamiliar feeling. In any case, I lay still, awaiting the opportunity to impale this beauty with my rock hard cock, which was now being ground through my pants by her very hot pussy.

Noticing that I was doing my best to remain patient, she drew her hands to the buttons on my shirt. Again I thought, ‘Finally!'

But rather than unbuttoning my shirt as she had her own, she took hold of the material of either lapel, and pulled her arms apart with such force that my buttons popped all of the way to my belt. The buttons danced across the hardwood floor as she pushed my shirt back over my shoulders and down my arms. My shirt became tight around my biceps, sort of trapping my arms in place. After a moment's admiration she dropped her head to me. With her tongue extended, she slithered it down my hairy chest, as though savouring my perspiration.

To my utter surprise, she nibbled on one of my nipples, and then tongued the other. What an amazing feeling! I wondered if it would feel as good for her when I got the opportunity to do the same. Again her mouth engulfed mine, and we exchanged the most passionate kiss so far. We were both panting wildly when she came up for air.

Lisa took her time, and raked her manicured nails through my chest hair, slightly digging into my flesh. Again the sensations were new to me, but very intoxicating. I wiggled my hips beneath her, raising them slightly, as though I was trying to rip through my trousers to pierce her with my throbbing rod.

Lisa just smiled at my gyrations, moved her hands to behind her back, and then her bra became loose. Rolling her shoulders inward, the straps slid over her shoulders and down her arms. With one hand holding the cups, she wiggled one arm free of a strap, and then the other. She then lowered her body back to mine, and just before she came into contact with my chest, she tugged the bra away. Wrapping her arms around my neck she pressed her bosom tightly against me, all while grinding her steaming hot cunt onto my totally engorged prick.

I could feel a wet spot accumulating upon my trousers directly above my cock. I was unsure if it was caused by pre-cum oozing from my pee slit, or if it was Lisa's wetness soaking me. In any case I desperately wanted to feel the wetness of her pussy engulf my shaft.

Wondering why Lisa was drawing this out so long, I thought I must be learning the art of foreplay. I was doing nothing at all to her, other than lying there as she used my body to prime hers. I felt like an inanimate object. But I didn't really care. It was feeling right and I could go along with it as long as she desired.

So there I was, with a forty-something drop-dead-gorgeous woman hovering over me, with nothing but a bunched up skirt covering what little it did, yet I was still unable to see what undergarments she wore. The thought of her having removed her panties before she boarded the train had me high on lust and expectations.

With my shirt ripped open, Lisa pushed herself back far enough that she proceeded to unfasten my belt, and then my trousers.

Finally I got a look at her perfect tear-drop-shaped breasts, which hung delicately away from her body, with the most mesmerizing, puffy areolas that I had ever the pleasure to lay eyes on. I wanted to reach up and palm them. Yet I didn't want her to stop, so I remained patient. Besides, I was going to be naked soon, and thought that I would finally get to feel the warmth of her wetness.

Watching her undo my pants, the burning sensation returned to my watery eyes. The anticipation was killing me. I could see a distinct wet spot on the material around my zipper.

‘That had to be her wetness,' I thought.

I raised my hips up off the sofa and Lisa wiggled the waistline of my pants and boxers down, but only a few inches. She reached in and grabbed my cock. Feeling her velvety soft hands wrap around my vein-popping shaft was nearly too much. I felt it lurch in her grip, which quickly tightened around me, indicating that I was to control myself a while longer.

Carefully she pulled my dick and ball sack over the elastic of my boxers and admired it for a few seconds. I could see the gleam I her eyes as she looked up at me. Her tongue slithered out from her mouth, and then circled her deep burgundy lips, making them gleam like her eyes.

Pulling my stiff dick one way then the other, Lisa carefully inspected it. She gave it a few rapid tugs, and again smiled as the bulging veins became even more prominent. Extending the tip of her tongue, she dug it into my pee slit, lapping up the excretion that welled up from it, repeating this several times until there were no further signs of residue.

Any man would have shared in my thought, which was, ‘I am going to enjoy this blowjob.'

Rather than engulfing my purplish bulbous head, Lisa drug the smooth back of her tongue over the tip of my dick, over the sensitive crest of my rim, and down the full length of my shaft until her nose was nestled in my pubes. She used her tongue to torment me even more, flicking my balls around in their sack like a pair of marbles.

I gasped loudly as I felt a wad of cum move up my straining erection, I felt certain that I could not stave off my orgasm any longer.

Lisa's grip tightened around my shaft, and not just a firm grip. She was much stronger than she looked. She squeezed with such intensity that I experienced more than simple discomfort. My cock head swelled, and turned such a deep shade of purple I thought it was going to burst. That's when she finally slid her mouth over my engorged flesh and released her grip.

With the removal of her hand, the wad of cum flowed freely up the length of my urethra and into her waiting mouth. Surprisingly, the desire to cum had abated, and Lisa removed my dick from her mouth. She resumed licking the length of my shaft with the tip of her tongue, reproducing that needy sensation in my loins.

After several minutes of this type of torment I thought I could withstand nearly any amount of foreplay. But I had never been with a woman that practised such tactics, so I really had no idea of what I could endure.

Lisa sat back on her haunches between my knees. She pulled my pants down over my butt, and raised each leg, one at a time, as she removed my trousers and tossed them aside. Pulling on my sleeve, I let one arm slide out then the other. Now I was naked and the cool air felt incredibly refreshing.

I wanted to sit up and pull that skirt away from Lisa's waist to get a look at her pussy, but she held me off, and pushed, coaxing me to lie back to the sofa. My cock pointed straight up into the air, and again she worked the shaft with her velvety grip. She would rub her palm up over the tip of my cock, and then wrap her hand around my shaft, smearing the copious amounts of pre-cum down as her hand slid against me, butting up against my ball sack. It was a feeling that was almost as good as sliding my dick into a slick pussy, but the intermittence of that sensation kept me from ejaculating.

It was difficult to focus on anything but the pleasure that she was providing, but it was nonetheless mildly frustrating. I wanted to know what she was thinking, to know what she could possibly be getting out of this. Wondering if she would ever let my dick slide into what must be a very hot and slick pussy.

Lisa built a rhythm with her hand, and it was feeling damn good. So good that I thought she was going to continue until I came all over her. She had me nearing the point of no return, my dick stiffening more and more with each stroke.

‘That's it, just one more stroke,' I thought, then again she released her grip and backed away, watching me with a sly grin as my cock bobbed freely.

‘How the fuck does she do that?' I thought. ‘How can she take me to the brink and keep me from cumming?'

After a few minutes my need to cum eased. The intensity of my erection lessened and Lisa moved her body up over mine so that her knees straddled my waist. The pointy tips of her spike heels dug into my thighs, causing slightly distracting pain.

Reaching down between us, she took hold of my cock and bent it forward, pinning it to my stomach. Her skirt blocked my view of her pussy, leaving me still to imagine that it was bare. That suspicion was confirmed when I felt a dollop of moisture dribble onto my dick.

Still with her hand holding my stiff shaft down against my stomach, Lisa lowered her hips until I felt the smoothness of her pubic bone rest against the base of my cock. As soon as she removed her hand, her hips slid forward and the warm wetness of her pussy lips spread over my dick, smearing the moisture that seeped from her slit along the length of my shaft.

I felt her nub of flesh run over the underside of my swelling dick, snagging on the rim of my cock head as she moved forward, her delightful breasts now hovering over my face. The puffiness of her areolas was adorned by thick blunt nipples, which she had just drug up my body.

My lips parted and I raised my head to her bosom, suckling one nipple then the other. I tried to mimic the sensual soft touch that she had used when nibbling on my neck and ears, and the results were satisfying. She moaned deeply, and pushed her chest into my face. Each areola tightening, extruding her nipple into a long thick nubbin of taught flesh.

With my tongue extending from my lips, I swirled it around her areolae, alternating from one to the other, until they had nearly disappeared. It was as though her hardened nipples had consumed the puffiness, which had crowned her breasts.

Like hard bullets, her nipples dug into my chest as she pressed her upper body back to mine. I could feel the wetness that seeped from her slit coating my dick, which was trapped between us.

I could hear her whimpering, or maybe purring, as she savoured the moment. Again she raised her body, and pulled herself forward and then back, then forward and then back. All of the time her swollen pussy lips straddling my throbbing shaft, bringing me excruciating discomfort, yet intense pleasure, at the same time.

While Lisa's actions were heightening my arousal to the point of frustration, I wondered what it was doing for her. ‘Surely you must need my cock by now,' I pleaded silently.

I wanted to scream, ‘Just fuck me already.' But it was her proposition, and she seemed to be really enjoying herself, so I remained silent and resigned myself to my surrender.

Whatever she was doing to me, it was fabulous. On one hand I could barely endure waiting to thrust my cock into her, yet on the other hand I couldn't bear it if she stopped. The ramping up to the point that I thought my ejaculation was imminent, and then just at that instant relenting, had my heart pounding in my chest. So hard that I thought it would explode! Not to mention the similar sensation I felt in my groin and cock. It was nothing short of spectacular to be teased this way.

The perspiration from our bodies acted like lubricant, making it easy for Lisa to continue to massage me with her body. Her pussy lips quivering around my shaft made me envision a pair of fleshy butterfly wings flapping over my engorged prick, tantalizing my hardness.

I imagined that the quivering that I felt was Lisa, having small repetitive orgasms and shuddering through one and then another. It seemed as though she was getting off by keeping me from achieving the reciprocal pleasure.

Again my desire to cum became overwhelming, and I tried to stave it off the best I could. I tried to mask the effect that Lisa was having on me, in the hope that she wouldn't be able to stop short again and leave me aching for longer. But my cock betrayed me. It lurched and throbbed, indicating that an orgasm was imminent, and in that instant Lisa extended her arms while pushing her hips upward, breaking the contact of our bodies.

I let out a disappointing groan as our bodies separated. She reciprocated with a satisfied but devious looking grin. ‘Why is she tormenting me like this,' was my lone unanswered thought?

Lisa was now kneeling on the sofa, her skirt hiked up to her waist, finally providing the view of her pussy, and it was as bare and smooth as the skin upon her breasts. Not a single pubic hair, not even a bristle.

Noticing that my gaze had fallen upon her pussy, Lisa slid off the sofa, stood, and removed her skirt. Then, as if posing, she allowed me to admire her beautiful form. She then extended her hand in a gesture to assist me, and spoke, "I'd like to see the bedroom now."

In that moment, I took the opportunity to drink in the sight before me. The petite woman was perfectly proportioned. My eyes quickly scanned her delightful curves, briefly pausing at the sight of her clean-shaven slit, and then focusing on what had initially attracted my attention, her legs. Smooth and sleek, perfectly tanned, her thigh muscles flexed, accentuated by the heels strapped to her feet. Her ankles were dainty. Her calves curved outward and then in towards her knees. I wanted to run my hands up and over her legs until she shivered with desires equalled to my own.

Seconds passed before I took her hand, rose to my feet, and lead her to the king bed that sat in the middle of my room. After pulling the comforter and sheets back I slid onto the mattress, assuming the same position as I had on the sofa.

"No, I think that's enough of that for one day," her words implying that the teasing was over.

Sliding over, I made room for her to lie by my side. As she did, I could not help but provide reciprocal pleasures. Although my cock ached, and desired to be embedded in her hot molten pussy, I dropped my mouth to her right breast and began to swirl my tongue, lick, and suckle her hardened nub into my mouth.

I rolled atop of her, my cock just nudging her smouldering slit; I managed to control myself, for the moment anyway, and refrained from sliding into her. Instead I nibbled at her neck, her lobes and her luscious lips. Our tongues joined in a seductive dance again, taking my breath away.

As I moved up her body, the tip of my cock put more pressure on the entrance to her sex. She placed her hands upon my shoulders, gently resisting further advance. With her hand cradling the back of my head she pulled me back to her breasts. Following her lead I rolled her nipple with my lips drawn tight around it.

Approval of my actions was expressed through her sensual moans. Her hand moved to the top of my head, and again she pushed gently indicating that I move down her body to her nectar-coated slit.

As I approached I found her aroma was breathtaking, and possibly the cause of my deep craving to slither my tongue between her engorged cunt lips. Her taste was equally satisfying, and once I had her flavour on my tongue, I felt an overpowering urge to devour her. And that I did, but not without guidance.

It didn't take me long to discover what she liked and disliked. Lisa would shift her hips one way, thrusting towards me, which I read as indication of approval, or rocking her hips forward thrusting her pussy down and away when the sensations were too intense. My tongue swirled around her nub, and then flicked across it rapidly, before I drew her clit in between my hot lips. Her caressing hands held me firmly while she convulsed through a mild orgasm.

I wanted to suck her nub, but the hand clutching my skull twisted and pushed me down towards her slit. She was glazed from her own moisture; I paused to take in the beauty of her sopping cunt. Again I felt the gentle force on the back of my head, pulling my mouth to her. I lapped at her slit and she raised her legs so that I had better access. Resting her sharp heels upon the backs of my shoulders, again the pain became slightly distracting. She dug in her heels, drawing my face more and more tightly to her, as I sucked and probed her with my long, hot tongue.

She wailed with ecstasy, between gasps for air. She writhed on the bed as she came, over and over. I lapped at her nectar, which came like one continuous flow of molten lava, all the while I perfected my oral talents.

Finally it appeared that she was nearing the point of total exhaustion from her repetitive pleasures, and yet I was still as hard as steel, and experiencing significant discomfort. I suddenly feared that I had come this far only to be denied gratification.

Even with that realization I intensified my attack on her clit, and brought her off the bed in what appeared to be a body quake of an orgasm. When she dropped her butt back to the bed, her legs slammed together against the sides of my head, trapping me between her marvellous thighs, so tightly that my ears burned. Briefly I worried that I had become too enthralled and had lost the opportunity for relief.

Finally, she released the grip on my head. I pulled back and her legs slid off my shoulders and onto my forearms as I gently lowered them to the mattress. My hands began to glide along her glistening skin, down her thighs, over each knee. I cupped the underside of her calves in my large palms as I massaged her flesh.

She cooed, indicating her approval of my soft touch. The tension in her muscles was gone, yet her legs twitched as I brought my hands up over her knees. My fingers fanned out over her flesh, upwards towards her hips, and then swooned down her inner thighs. I moved my hands slowly, feeling her muscles respond with slight tension as I caressed her.

Grabbing one leg I raised it high, placing the round of her heel just over my shoulder. With both hands wrapped around her ankle, I slowly pulled them down her leg until one hand was cupping her buttock, and the other resting in the crease that separated her thigh and pelvis.

Lisa squirmed a little as I repeated the action to her opposite leg. She seemed to be enjoying the sensual massage, yet seemed somewhat impatient, as though she was dying to regain control.

After worshipping her legs for a few minutes, I moved up her body into position. She was still panting, but had regained some composure. Her eyes were filled with desire, which gave me a warm comforting feeling, yet she pulled at my arms as if to indicate that I was to hurry and bury my cock into her.

"I need your cock now. Fuck me, and fuck me hard," she commanded.

Of course that is what I wanted too, so there was no hesitation by me.

Lisa took my cock in her hand and pulled it forward to her gaping wet slit. I had no idea how much time had passed, but I did know that I had endured a full erection for much too long. In fact my cock ached, the head almost appeared deformed it was engorged so much, and I felt significant pain just below the rim of it.

Her lips were soaked from my oral attention, and my purplish cock head spread them with ease. I felt the warm softness of her inner lips wrap around my cock head as she pulled me towards her. She removed her hand, placing both arms along her side, and she instantly arched her back, impaling herself on my steely shaft.

Lisa's intensely-hot, wet cunt soothed my agony within that single stroke.

As I lowered my body to hers, I pulled myself forward so that I completely impaled her with my searing hot shaft. Her pussy was everything I had imagined it to be: hot, wet, and surprisingly tight. Then something cued my past thoughts of the gold band that had adorned her finger. Suddenly I wondered why she had removed it. I wanted to know, but asking would surely kill the moment. ‘Was she a widow... Divorced?" I though rationally, avoiding the possibility of being adulterous.

Although contrary to my moral beliefs, convincing myself that Lisa was no longer married was easy. I knew that I should have asked long before getting to this point. It was much too late to worry about that; my cock was fully sheathed by her quivering cunt, and I was not about to be denied my desire for pleasure. All I could do is hope that I was not coming between a husband and his wife.

Even after those thoughts, my senses felt heightened. Lisa's breath had returned to a normal sex-charged rate. It sounded as though I could hear her pulse -- not just feel it but hear it above her breathing. I focused, thinking that it was my own heart beat echoing in my ears, but I could make a distinction between hers and mine.

Even my skin felt more alive; I could feel the slight indentation of her belly button beneath mine, the firmness of her ribs, and the swells of her breasts as they squished beneath the weight of my chest. Her nipples were hard, and again digging into my flesh. Her stomach was fluttering, and her pussy lips felt like they were grappling at the thickness of my shaft. And then there were the sensations of having my dick wrapped in her fantastic pussy. I could feel everything: how the tip of my dick ploughed her furrow, how her silky canal closed in around the rim of my cock as I advanced, and how her muscles squeezed the length of my shaft as it became deeply embedded in her centre. And then, when the base of my cock met resistance, and my pelvis came to rest against her, I could feel the swell of her engorged clit move against me, like a marble trapped beneath her skin.

Had Lisa not wrapped her legs around me, and dug her heels into my buttocks, I could have held that position for an eternity. As wonderful as it felt, there was still the issue of some discomfort in my balls as they ached for release, and release being my ultimate goal, I eagerly complied with her nudge.

Slowly I built a steady rhythm, pulling back and sliding forth, and pulling back and slamming forth, until I was fucking Lisa with reckless abandon. The need to come had disappeared again, and it felt like I could keep this up for as long as Lisa could take it. But she had other plans.

My rhythm was quick and smooth, as I quickly approached my ultimate goal. Looking into Lisa's eyes I could sense she had become lost in the pleasure, and then as suddenly, her legs tightened around my waist preventing me from thrusting. When my thrusting force met her resistance we teetered sideways.

Once I released the tension in my muscles, Lisa's grip also released. Again her heels dug into my butt and I resumed a slower, steady pace. Her eyes fluttered. She bit down on her bottom lip and I felt her body stiffen beneath mine. The sheath that encased my cock began to quiver, and I felt a warmth wash over it. It became easier to penetrate her depths, almost looser but maybe just wetter. She had cum again and I was swimming in her delight.

When her eyes opened I saw a deviant look, almost devilish. She bent her upper torso sideways. I was surprised at her flexibility, but even more surprised when I felt one of her hands move down over my right hip onto my butt. She pushed down on me with each forward thrust, as though to coach me. Then she twisted further, reaching her hand into the crack of my ass, and without further warning, she drove a finger into my anus. I wanted to scream, ‘What the fuck?!?!' But almost as soon as the discomfort appeared, it eased and was replaced by an unfamiliar pleasure emanating from the point of intrusion.

The surprise penetration caused me to loose my focus, and all of a sudden every bit of sensitivity shifted to my cock. I felt a bulge of pressure build deep in my groin, accompanied with significant discomfort. The pressure built and built until I considered pulling out and just stopping. Almost simultaneous to that thought, the pressure gave way. I growled loudly, and grunted as the massive wad of cum blasted from the tip of my dick into Lisa's quivering pussy.

Every muscle in my body tensed as I anticipated my climax. And when it erupted, I came with volcanic force. The intensity disappeared, and a soothing and significant volume of ejaculate spewed from my cock, flooding her velvety canal. My cock pulsed and pulsed and pulsed, and the pleasure became more satisfying with each.

Finally spent, I collapsed upon Lisa. Her devilish grin had transformed to a content smile. She knew exactly how to play me, and got exactly what she wanted; at least I hoped so. Near exhausted, I wrapped an arm under Lisa and drew her close to me, as I basked in the afterglow of our actions.

I was panting, and wanted confirmation of my performance. I asked, "Was that as good for you as it was for me?"

With an exhausted look... What I hoped to be a gratuitous smile spread across Lisa's face, her eyes flickered and then fell shut. All I could do is peer into her radiant expression, and assume that it was one of satisfaction.

I leant into Lisa and gave her a delicate kiss, and then pulled her tight. Content that I had pleased her, I must have drifted off almost instantly.

Although we both enjoyed our encounter, we did not have the opportunity to discuss a repeat performance. Later, when the hunger in my stomach awoke me, I found myself alone. Lisa had gone, but left something on my bedside table, ‘A penny, a fifty spot, and a hundred-dollar bill. Just as she had propositioned me on the train.' I thought with some intrigue, wondering when I might get the chance to see her again.

A penny for my thoughts, although I had not had the opportunity to share them, a fifty spot for my clothes, which I found strewn all over the living room, and a hundred for what ever else that she could take from me, which was the immense pleasure that I hoped I had given her.