Carnal attraction: 2> the Chair!
written by:
Chris-t6290

For almost a year, now, Lyn Andrews and Steve fellows have been late night radio talk show jock's on Medway FM. During that time, and what with Lyn's sexual advice show ending at midnight and Steve's following hers, they had become close friends but no more than that, chiefly because of Steve's long-term relationship with Amanda Davis.

In addition to her talk show, Lyn was a respected erotologist. In that capacity, she would occasionally be hired, either take part in debates and seminars on the subject or advise the produces of sexual aids on their products.

Just recently, as she listened to Steve's broadcast on the drive back to her home, a 2-bedroom apartment, Lyn couldn't help but notice that her colleague wasn't his usual bubbly self.

"Hey, Steve, get happy," she trilled, having once again noticed his glumness. "What's gotten into you, buddy," Lyn thought aloud, as she took a right turn.

Since they only had a short while between changing over shifts, and with neither of them working at the weekend, Lyn decided to pay Steve a visit and make her fellow jock aware of her concern.

Being as Lyn was very much a tactful person/advisor, she would have to find a way of encouraging Steve to open up. ‘Oh, I know,' Lyn realised, ‘I'll tell him about the ‘chair' I've recently had more than a hand in producing. I'm sure Steve and Amanda would like to try it,' she jollied. And not long after, and with the thought of what testing the item entailed, Lyn was in her midnight blue Capri and heading over to Steve's apartment.

"Lyn, what a surprise, come in," Steve said, upon opening the front door and seeing her stood there.

Dressed casually, in jeans, and a denim waistcoat over a blue loose fitting blouse, Lyn stepped inside, observant of Steve's gloomy demeanour, which he tried his best to hide with his smiled greeting.

Having both sat on Steve's sofa, Lyn with her shoes removed and her legs pulled up, she enquired of Amanda, Steve's lady friend.

"Nah, we split up about a month ago. She said it was my late night hours, however, that hadn't worried her in the past six," he confided.

"Anyway, what about you, what brought you over here?" Steve enquired.

"Well," Lyn began, doing her best to control her delight at his news, as far as she was concerned, which enlightened her as to why Steve had sounded so gloomy.

"As I'm sure you know, I advise, give my input into certain projects," she continued.

"Yeah, I seem to recall you mentioning something about, a chair, was it," exclaimed Steve, his head part way turned towards Lyn, who, sat to his right, now had her head resting in her left hand, the elbow of which was leant against the couch's backrest as she listened intently while her otherwise suppressed thoughts and feelings mulled in her mind.

Just then, Lyn saw what Steve had told her, as an opportunity for them to be more than just friends, something she had thought possible from the moment they were introduced; Steve being a regular night time jock on Medway FM for the past two years, having moved north.

"Yeah, I, shall we say, had some fun trying out the various designs, before settling on an ideal one," she glowed. "I even thought that you and Amanda might like to try it."

"No, but, your welcome to leave one, all the same," Steve said, his voice, now that he'd gotten his reason for being so sedate these past weeks off his mind, more like his usual self, Lyn realised.

After another hour's friendly small talk, Lyn thanked Steve for his hospitality and returned home, her head buzzing with carnal thoughts involving Steve and her, and quite possibly the ‘chair'.

During the following week, as they changed over, both of them in different studio's, a slow spark of chemistry grew.

Come the Saturday, Lyn, dressed more feminine and with a red coloured ‘chair' stowed in the back of her 4 X 4 Ranger, made her way over to Steve's apartment, intent on more than just small talk this time.

"So, this is the ‘chair' you mentioned," intoned Steve, as he greeted her.

"Here, let me," he exclaimed, offering to carry it through to the lounge.

"That's quite light," he noticed, it being built to have sex on rather than to sit on.

"There we go," he said, having put it down.

"I take it, it only comes in red," remarked Steve, of the chair's fluffy covering. The item in question was shaped almost like the front half of a compact car and without the obvious wheels. A straight back, then a flat top, the front of which was angled down and forwards to an almost solid hood like seat as such; the entire ‘chair' covered with red fluffy material.

"Red's more sexy, more vibrant, I find. Red lipstick and roses on Valentine's," Lyn rejoined, with an exuberant smile, one framed by her red lips.

"You look amazing, Lyn," he commended the young woman, on her choice of attire.

"I'm so used to seeing you in jeans and a blouse, you know," exclaimed Steve, before offering to make some drinks, not that they were needed in Lyn's case, especially with the sexual overtone of the chair.

To seduce Steve, if that proved necessary, Lyn had chosen a yellow A-line skirt and a close fitting royal blue blouse, one that hugged her 38D breasts, which Steve couldn't help but notice; let's face it, what with Amanda leaving, and Steve feeling down these past weeks, sex, with anyone, let alone Lyn, had been the furthest thought from his mind.

"So, no Amanda," trilled Lyn, who emitted a coy smile as she took the offered gin and tonic from her host.

"No, no Amanda," rejoined Steve, as he sat down. This time his body was turned more towards Lyn's, its language displaying a more than just friendly interest in her.

"You know," Lyn began. "I've been quite attracted to you, Steve, and for quite some while," Lyn confessed, before taking another sip of her drink.

"Okay," Steve said, his voice almost hesitant. "So, what do you suggest we do about it, Lyn," he calmly exclaimed, before taking a sip of his rum and cola, a typical man's drink, which he then set down on the nearby low table.

"Well, since the chair's there, what say we try it out," she rejoined.

"For a moment there, I thought you were going to say, let's take it for a test ride." Steve remarking on its similarity to a car, as Lyn placed her glass beside that of his.

"The design has many plus points," Lyn informed her fellow talk show jock, before moving closer and resting her right hand on his near side thigh.

Hesitantly at first, their faces, inches from one another, turned and met, each one emitting a coy smile, followed by a forward movement, one that caused their lips to open and then mesh together.

Soft warm murmurs broke the otherwise silence in the room as they continued to kiss. Steve's hands quickly moved to embrace Lyn and hold her to him. It was as if he wanted this embraced kiss to last, and that he also had an up until now, passing attraction to her.

"Ho, where did that come from," Lyn, having regained her breath, exclaimed.

"Come on, Lyn, you know how attractive you are, surely," Steve intoned, before moving to once more kiss his fellow jok'.

"Yes, but your kiss, and you are a great kisser, I might add, is telling me more," she rejoined, before once more fusing her lips to his.

This time, their tongues did all the necessary talking as they soon danced, twirled, almost fought and entwined. Moans where accompanied by hands from both of them exploring the other ones body; Steve, for the present, slowly running his left hand up and down Lyn's right side before straying onto her left breast while she, being more decisive, stroked first Steve's denim clad thigh and then went in search of his prominent bulge.

"You're eager," exclaimed Steve, as Lyn, now with both hands, undid his jeans button followed by the metal zip, which she slid down with a rasp.

"I think we're both in need of this," Lynn intimated, and as she did, the young woman emitted a coy smile, one that Steve congenially returned.

With some help from her colleague, Lyn had his cock out from inside his boxers. She then, ever so slowly, ran her thumb and finger tips up and down the warm flesh of Steve's generous dick.

"Hard to believe any woman would leave such a fine specimen," she uttered, before presently surrounding its girth with her hand, and as best that she could.

Not wanting to spoil what was an unexpected moment and situation, with an otherwise ill thought of response, Steve simply smiled, and murmured his appreciation.

"What about ‘the chair', that is why you brought it," Steve intimated, having Lyn licked around the glans of his cock for a short while.

"I'm not one for kneeling, not on the floor, at least," she rejoined, only to then kneel up on the sofa instead.

Having done so, Lyn held Steve's cock aloft and then dribbled some saliva onto the crown. She then, using her tongue, smeared it around the warm velvety skin of his glans and subsequently slid her tongue tip down and up the underside of his leant back shaft before teasing each one of his cum heavy balls.

"They seem full," she jollied, before gently sucking on first the left and then the right one; Steve telling her it had been some while since Amanda and he had sex.

"In which case, you should have two loads," exclaimed Lyn, with a degree of anticipation.

"God, you really are hot, Lyn," he rejoined, as she moved his pulsing erection both left and right, to slather her tongue up and down the sides.

"Urmngh," Lyn soon murmured, as she sucked on Steve's turgid bell end. Presently taking some more of its length into the warm sanctuary of her mouth, Lyn drew in her cheeks as she stroked the hilt with one hand and fondled his ball sac encouragingly.

"That's it, cum for me, Steve," Lyn impelled him, and with both her hands around the base of his cock as she bobbed her head, mouth and lips up and down the remainder.

"Oh fuck, yeah you're gonna make me cum," declared Steve, as he felt his nuts throb.

Moments later, and what seemed like an instant to Steve, he exclaimed: "I'm gonna cum."

Steve's hot creamy spunk, shot into his fellow jock's mouth with aplomb. Lyn, for her part, welcomed the molten like surge as it hosed the walls of her mouth, which it quickly filled; indeed, she had to repose herself in order to swallow it all. And although some did leak from her lips, Lyn regaled in licking it up afterwards, along with that from Steve's slowly receding member.

"Ho yes, emn," he shivered, even when Lyn withdrew the glans from her mouth with a celebratory ‘pop'.

"Your turn, now, Steve, and I'm sure you're gentleman enough to want to undress me," cooed Lyn, having sat back up on her haunches.

"Most certainly, and on both counts," Steve smiled his agreement, before turning to once more cup Lyn's shapely breasts.

"I take it you're a tit man," Lyn intoned, having he tarried more than she otherwise would expect from a man.

"I quite like every part of a woman's body, who doesn't, Lyn, but these...I mean, I wasn't expecting any of this, least not from someone as refined as you," Steve elucidated, before going to lower his hands.

"I'm not quite the wholesome woman you may think I am," rejoined Lyn, as she moved her hands to return Steve's to her breasts. "Be firm with them," Lyn lilted, as she pushed her shoulders back.

"They most certainly stand out," he observed - Steve unable to take his eyes from them as he momentarily cradled each globe, and then encompassed their warm flesh with his humid hands, albeit through Lyn's blouse.

"Emn, yes, more," Lyn sighed, as she felt the effects of Steve's attentiveness.

"I'm supposed to be undressing you," he presently crooned. And having given them a combined squeeze, Steve lowered his hands to release them and then moved his manly fingers to undo Lyn's chemise.

"Rip it open for me," she enjoined, even though it cost $20.

"You sure," Steve confirmed.

"Yes, I want you to fuck me with your hard cock, Steve," Lyn averred. "You're not the only one to have gone without sex," she added, making him fully aware of her equal needs.

"Oh, emn," she cried out, as Steve pulled her blouse apart.

"Now my bra, over my tits," she told him, and just as quickly he had Lyn's 38C breasts uncovered.

"There you go, bury your head in them," she encouraged her fellow radio jock'.

Needing no second invitation, Steve moved his hands to the side of each, and immediately had his face in Lyn's humid cleavage.

"Hurm," Steve murmured, as he motioned his head from side to side in short fits, before presently drawing himself back.

"You really are one hell of a spunky woman, Lyn," Steve commended her forwardness, and then, having extended his tongue, licked around each of her warm firm breasts in turn, before concentrating his attention on her now rigid nipples.

"Ooh yes, emn, more, harder," Lyn moaned her pleasure, as Steve, with guarded teeth, nipped first the right teat and then the left, before finishing off by sucking the distended nipple long, and pulling back at the end.

"Now my cunt, or would you prefer pussy," Lyn teased, as she drew her skirt up to show him.

"Either's fine by me, and that's a mighty fine cunt you've got, Lyn," Steve voiced his approval of her naked shaved pussy, which displayed a degree of moistness around the puffy mound and lips.

Having stepped down from the sofa, Lyn, stood in front of her colleague, offered Steve the cuffs of her blouse, which he soon had undone and removed, along with that of her strapless bra; both of which he let fall to the floor.

"There, almost naked and at your convenience. You know, I've longed for this moment and those to follow, for quite some time," Lyn informed him, as she moved the button, and with it the zip of her skirt to a more attainable position.

Slowly edging forwards, Steve, as his fingers now displayed a shred of nerves at what he was about to do, motioned his hands towards the button on Lyn's yellow skirt. After a small amount of fumbling he had it undone, but when he went to draw down the nylon zipper, Lyn directed him closer to her cunt, wanting her fellow jock' to get a scent of how horny she was for him.

Inch by fractional inch, Steve slowly slid down the nylon tag. The noise, as he did, hardly noticeable compared with that of his jeans. As he released the garment, Steve shimmied himself forwards, enough, that he was part sat off the couch and with his body low enough to do what was expected of him.

"You smell divine," Steve announced, before going to draw Lyn forwards and to his eager tongue, lips and mouth.

"The chair," she reminded him, before taking a couple of steps back and, having extended her right hand, beckoning Steve to come with her.

Unable to resist, he took Lyn's hand, and was soon stood up and being led by her.

"I take it it's strong enough to..." Steve pulling short of indicating any weight.

"It's designed to support a woman or a medium build man," Lyn informed him, before releasing his hand and showing him.

"I did, of course, in the interest of getting the design right, try it out myself," Lyn glowered seductively, having she turned and sat on the red fluffy bonnet; there awaiting Steve's oral attention.

"Now, I can lean back, like this," she told him, before drawing up her legs and, having grasped her ankles, offered her moist open cunt to her fellow jock'.

"Later, I'll show you how well the top part comes in handy, for now, Steve, eat my aching cunt!"

"Yes, mam," he agreeably exclaimed, and then promptly knelt before her.

After drawing back the fleshy lobes of Lyn's labia, Steve, having sucked three fingers of his right hand so as to moisten them, formed them to a triangulated point, which he teased into Lyn's wetness. "Emn, yes, oh yes," she cried her pleasured response.

Now, and with his tongue partially extended, Steve attended to Lyn's firm covered stalk; her clitoris. His diligence soon rewarded when it popped out.

"Suck my clit," she gasped, still holding her legs, which swayed about in response to the effects of what he was doing, open for him.

"Fuck, emn yes, more, suck it, lick it, fuck me, fuck me," Lyn gasped, her head, which was above the level of the flat top, not so much her reclined body, rocking back and forth as her climax grew.

"Make me cum, Steve, emngh, make me fucking cum," she impelled him. And moments later, Steve having put in a remarkable effort, Lyn's body exploded.

Releasing her feet as she cried out her pleasure, she moved her hands to grasp Steve to her pulsating pussy as it permeated its heavenly juices onto his mouth, lips and chin; Steve not stopping for an instant as he moved his tongue to lap them up, and then to replace that of his ever moist fingers.

In her position, Lyn's nice tight and noticeably clean asshole was partially displayed. Enough that Steve was able to ease his fingers over her perineum, an act that went unchallenged by Lyn as he did. Then, when he drew them down to her knotted opening, she let out a pleasant yelp of anticipation.

Lyn, as Steve would presently discover, welcomed the enjoyment and thrill of having a long hard cock in her tight backside, more so than her cunt, but equally both. An unattainable situation, what with there just being her fellow colleague, that would soon be resolved.

"May I," he enquired of her.

"Do, please," Lyn rejoined, and to further aid Steve's progress, she drew her legs straight up and embraced the backs of her thighs - not too close to one another, so that he could also tend her horny wet pussy with his tongue.

"Emn, yes, oh fuck, more," she soon moaned; his adroit fingers and tongue working wonders to facilitate her impending climax.

"God, Steve, you're gonna...you're making me...cum," she let be known her pleasure at the end.

"Now, I want your cock. Give it to me, fuck me with it," Lyn impelled him demandingly, and still with her thighs loosely hugged.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, baby, fill me up with it," she cried out, as he slid the head of his long thick cock inside her wet cunt, and then teased it some more of the way in.

"Oh yes, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me, Steve, give me it, like that, baby," Lyn continued to voice her pleasure, as Steve worked his stone hard erection in and out, back and forth of her slippery wet pussy.

"Fuck my cunt, fuck it hard for me," she presently told him, as yet another, third, climax welled up and shortly sprang forth.

"God, you're one hot woman," commended Steve, as he liberally swung his hips at his fellow radio jock' - neither one of them, at this point, anyway, concerned as to how their shared moment of carnal pleasure would affect their working relationship.

"Okay, then," Lyn eventually said, which, as she had wanted, brought Steve to a stop. "Let's try something else," intimating the benefit of the chair, with a different position, one that soon saw Lyn with her left leg knelt on the bonnet and awaiting Steve's attention.

"We can try it like this, or with both knees on the hood," Lyn, almost half turned towards Steve, informed him.

"You really thought of everything," he smiled.

"There's more, but for now, what say you put that hard cock of yours where it belongs," Lyn intimated, before reposing herself to receive its firm length.

As inviting a prospect as Lyn's almost upturned butt was, Steve, ever the so far gentleman, declined to go there without her say so. Instead, and to show his willingness, he slid the underside of his shaft back and forth along her curple, which elicited a pleasured moan and sigh from Lyn's lips, followed by her hand, which, having lightly grasped Steve's firmness, stroked the glans over her perineum, then along and back of her rather wet gash a few times, before slipping his turgid prick back inside her wet pussy.

"Fuck me, Steve, fuck me with your firm, hard cock," Lyn once more demanded; her right hand freeing its grip, so that she could receive it all.

"Fuck, yes," she swooned, as, and with every forward thrust, Steve's heavy balls slapped against Lyn's throbbing clit.

What with his powerful thrusts, something that wasn't considered when Lyn advised on the design and tested the prototype with Alan - he not being invited to try her tight ass - she found herself having to place her right hand on the bonnet, so as to keep the base of the chair on the carpeted floor.

After she had enjoyed yet another climax, Lyn, with Steve's dormant cock buried deep inside her cunt, leaned to the right and lowered her hand to the side. There, she opened an otherwise hidden door in the chair by a discreet red ribbon and reached inside Lyn took from it a pliable flesh tone dildo and a tube of flavoured gel, both of which were held by strips of Velcro.

"There you go, Steve," she said, handing them to him.

"Seems you really did think of everything," Steve intoned, as he accepted the items from his colleague.

"The toy's for my ass while you ream my cunt," she told him, this time placing both hands on the top of the car and her knees on the hood. Since her ‘backdoor' would be on offer, Lyn, rightly, concluded that Steve would take things slower, enough that the chair would remain on the ground, especially since her full weight, such as it is, was on the chairs car shaped hood.

Having applied a liberal amount of the gel to the dildo and squirted a small amount onto Lyn's upturned ‘rosebud', he used the warm head of his cock to smear the lubricant around.

"Emn, yes. Now, the toy, Steve," Lyn sighed, her body relaxed in anticipation of getting double stuffed by cock.

"Would I be out of line to surmise that you have a liking for more than one cock," Steve proffered, before replacing his cockhead with that of the toy; the slender yet lengthy dildo slipping inside Lyn's already, thanks to Steve's earlier finger work, receptive asshole with ease.

"Not necessarily," she replied, and both of them left it at that.

In answer to his question, Lyn, being the erotologist that she was, had in her time enjoyed the sexual attention of as many as three men. However, and for reason of discretion, they were either hired escorts, or, when she was out of state, men she'd pick up in a club or bar.

"Oh fuck, yes, baby. Now your cock, give me your cock, Steve," Lyn encouraged, as she motioned herself back and forth on the toy in her ass.

"God, you're hot," Steve enthralled, seeing his fellow jock' in an otherwise unexpected decadence; a toy in her tight ass and his cock in her slippery wet cunt, both of them fucking and being fucked by Lyn, as she continued the back and forth sway of her hips.

"Yes, more, fuck me, Steve, fuck my ass," Lyn continued to impel him, as another climax gathered momentum and presently engulfed her erotically charged body.

"Now I want that lovely long cock of yours where the toy is, you can dispense with it for a while though," she impressed upon him, before stepping down - one foot at a time and stretching them.

Having done so, Lyn made her way around to the straight back of the chair. There, she moved her feet apart to the width of her shoulders and then lent forward; her palpitating breasts and distended nipples resting on the top as Lyn's hands, outstretched behind her, prized her ass cheeks apart for Steve.

Managing to ease the lubed up glans of his turgid erection into his friend and colleague's exposed opening, something that was beyond his expectation, Steve, realising that his cock had more girth than the toy, worked his erection back and forth a bit at a time, and presently felt it slip and slide with reasonable ease.

"How's that," Steve enquired; Lyn hardly responding to his welcome intrusion.

"Just keep it like that," she told him, having turned her head to the right to respond.

"That's plenty big," exclaimed Lyn, shortly, and as she once more rocked herself back and forth on her fellow jocks shaft.

"That's it, fuck me , Steve, fuck my ass, fuck my lovely tight asshole," Lyn presently sighed; her right hand, now on his groin, controlling the depth momentarily, before she moved it away, and onto his flank. Having done so, Lyn then motioned Steve to fuck her butt at an acceptably steady pace, and all while she worked her eager asshole back and forth on it.

"Fuck me, yeah, like that, fuck my ass, Steve, fuck my lovely tight ass," she urged, as another welcome climax welled up inside her, and scorched a path to Lyn's brain, there it exploded like a firework rocket; Lyn's closed eyes, as she came, visualising sparks of green, red and blue.

"Oh fuck, yes, God yes. Fuck me, fuck me you lovely fucker. Make me cum, make me fucking cum," Lyn enjoined, wanting to experience what just occurred, an almighty climatic orgasm, and in quick succession.

Still grasping Steve's hip, and with little need to hold herself open for him, Lyn braced her left hand on the top of the chair. Then, as she motioned him into her, Lyn swung her hips onto Steve's long thick cock; each fully engulfing penetration of it, followed by a high-pitched sigh of contented pleasure.

"Fuck, yes, like that, fuck me like that," she cried out, as her lithe body was once more gripped by the onset of another climax.

"Oh God, yes, fuck, do me, fuck me, fuck my ass," Lyn impelled him, moments before her body went into orgasmic spasm. As it did, she stopped rocking, her right hand holding Steve to and inside her as she came.

"Oh fuuuck!" she exclaimed, as the heated sensations subsided to a slow pleasured ripple throughout her body.

"Emn. That, that was something else," Lyn confirmed upon him, before slowing withdrawing Steve, and herself from his sticky cock.

"I take it you want to cum, big guy," Lyn crooned, as she once more guided his love missile towards her warm wet pussy.

"Cum inside me, or over my ass," she proffered. "All the same, give me another good hard fucking," she enjoined.

This time, and having slid his cock deep inside Lyn's sodden quim, Steve gripped her hips before once more swinging his at her.

"Oh yes, fucker," she quickly responded, her head jolting up in immediate response to his forceful thrust.

Somehow managing to move her right foot further apart, Lyn, her right hand stroking her clit, continued to let out pleasured words of erotic encouragement for Steve to fuck her sodden pussy.

"That's it, cum, give me your hot cum," Lyn all but shrieked, as she felt Steve's cock once more swell up.

"Here it comes, Lyn," Steve cried, and quickly taking his cock from her, he jettisoned stream upon stringed stream of his warm sticky spunk over her lovely round ass; some of which, because of its liquid density, ran down her curple and onto Lyn's wildly frigging fingers.

"Emn, that was exceptional," Lyn lauded soon afterwards, before leading Steve back to the sofa. There, she once more, knelt up, licked and then sucked his slowly receding cock; pussy, flavoured lube, ass juice and all.

Epilogue.

Come the following Monday night, and just before she handed over the early Tuesday morning broadcast to Steve, Lyn announced that she had ‘chaired' (although she intoned it in a way that it could have been mistaken for shared) a most pleasurable meeting, before saying good night to her listeners.