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  She had done her best to make certain he knew that she would miss him too—body and soul. When they came home from dinner that evening, the night before her departure, she had him sit on the couch while she fixed drinks. When she walked toward him, the movement of her hips made her slinky black dress wiggle in the most enticing way. Then she handed both glasses to him and bent down to kiss him. Before he knew what was happening, she knelt down and undid his pants, took his cock in her small hand and guided it between her moist lips. Then that devilish smile beamed up at him as she sucked his cock.

  Afterward he ate her too, of course, just hiking her dress to her waist and pushing her lacy panties to one side and running his tongue into all the places that made her quiver. Sexy enough, perhaps, but it just got them both fired up.

  As he recalled the evening, he remembered that those drinks were still in the living room, untouched, and he laughed.

  “What are you laughing at?” she asked.

  “We never drank the drinks you fixed,” he said.

  Her eyes glowed. “It’s okay; I got enough to drink.” Then she kissed him and headed into the bathroom.

  They had done what they could to fill up on the joy of each other’s bodies but no night was long enough for that. Still, they had made a valiant effort.

  “I’m glad it’s a long flight,” she had said by way of weak protest early in the morning, when he tucked the front of his body against her half-asleep back and then lifted her leg so that he could press his hard cock into her cunt. “I am going to need some rest.” Then, as he drove his cock into her, her eyes rolled back and her hand touched his cock where it separated her labia. “It really is good that I can sleep on the plane.”

  Unfortunately, he decided, lust was something that you couldn’t satisfy ahead of time. It couldn’t be made to work like some prepaid phone card. No matter how often or how many ways they coupled, it did nothing for the tomorrows that lay ahead. He knew he would be wanting her the moment she was gone. His brain and body worked that way.

  “You can’t just fuck your brains out and have the feeling stay with you long enough,” he moaned. But the truth was, with her, wanting her didn’t ever really stop. It amazed him that when they were together, he found himself thinking of how he wanted to take her the next time, or anticipating what she might do, even before he had even recovered from the last time he had spent inside her eager body.

  Although she was as bad as he was, she teased him about it. Her teasing was erotic too, as she did it in ways that ensured he knew it flattered and pleased her that he wanted her so much, so often.

  Now, hearing the water run in the shower, he thought of getting up and joining her. It was fantastic to slip into the shower and touch her slippery naked body, with shampoo streaming down over her breasts, her ass, her pussy. More than once he had wrapped his arms around her and let her feel him throbbing against her, then let her brace herself with her hands on the wet tiles of the wall, while he fucked her from behind.

  This time he resisted the temptation. She had to be on time for the plane. Once he started…well, she wouldn’t make it to the airport on time, not unless she told him no, and she didn’t like to do that. He sighed. Her ass was so lovely, so pleasant in his hands, whether he took her from behind or put his arms around her to clutch her ass and pull her against him while she wrapped her legs around him, digging her heels into him. Thoughts of her ass made him tingle. They hadn’t done anal in a while, he realized, and it suddenly seemed a significant omission.

  “That is a lovely picture you’ve conjured up,” he said out loud, feeling his cock swell. “And I doubt it will help.”

  When he heard the water shut off he realized it was too late to change his mind. Then the hair dryer hummed softly and he thought about how she would sit in the chair in the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around her but usually slipping down off her breasts, as she dried her hair. She kept it short, so it didn’t take long, but it was sexy to watch.

  She came back in the room with a towel around her, but she dropped it to the floor, smelling of soap and shampoo. As she began dressing he watched her ass and could also see her front reflected in the full-length mirror. She had set out her clothes the day before, and now she put them on slowly. It was the armor of the office: silk blouse, stockings, heels, panties, skirt. Nothing special, but as she dressed it added up to a woman that, for him, was far more than the sum of the parts.

  He lazed on the bed, his cock throbbing, wondering if he could convince her to give him a blow job before she left. Of course that would just delay the inevitable getting horny again. But a delay was good, wasn’t it? Better to suffer later than now.

  Because she stood with her back to him, that luscious ass, wrapped in tight cotton, was right there by his face. He reached out to put his hand between her legs. His hand touched her thigh, feeling the stockings under his fingers, and she turned her head to smile down at him with that crafty smile again. It seemed like a challenge. He moved his hand up under her skirt and she didn’t protest, although she pretended to be preoccupied with buttoning her blouse. When his fingers worked their way under the elastic of her panties she fidgeted, but her legs opened a bit for him.

  He heard her catch her breath when his fingers pressed the lips of her cunt open.

  This, he thought, was where she had to stop him; he couldn’t stop himself any longer. His fingers moved into her warm cunt, caressing the folds, hunting down her clitoris, and she bent forward slightly, putting her hands on the mirror and moaning softly as he found it.

  It was gorgeous watching her reflection, her mouth opening, making a small O as his fingers teased and aroused her. He twisted on the bed to get his other hand between her legs, slipping those fingers inside the other leg of her panties to explore her vagina. She was soft and moist, and he let his fingers play with her as they would—little creatures of pleasure who lived solely to burrow into her cunt and toy with her.

  And he felt her hips jerk, her vagina convulse, and he knew he had brought her off.

  He freed his fingers from the tangle of cunt flesh and panties and sat up, grabbing her by the waist and putting her facedown on the bed. He tugged her skirt up to her waist and pulled her panties down around her knees, and then he straddled her legs. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands back to her ass.

  “That ass has been calling me all morning,” he said. “Show it to me,” and her fingers pulled her asscheeks apart.

  He sighed at the sight of her anus, and reached to the nightstand where they kept the tube of lubricant. While she held herself open to him, he squeezed it onto her anus and then pressed a fingertip on the little hole and worked it inside, loving the sensation of the tight ring. She moaned and the wiggle she gave her hips as his finger penetrated her excited him.

  He finger-fucked her ass and when he felt her relaxing, he took out his finger. “Time for the grand entrance,” he said lying on her and guiding his cock to her anus. He had fucked her ass before, but never liked this, with her legs held together, and it made entering her even tighter than usual. When the tip slipped inside, her anus gripping his cock as if it wanted to hold it inside, he grabbed her wrists and spread her arms out over her head. He lowered himself over her and with a jerk of his hips began taking her ass.

  The sensation of his cock in her ass was incredible. Well, he liked his cock in her almost any way, and she loved to take it in every way they had tried so far. He wanted to drive deep inside her, but this way his thrusts were held a bit short. Still, it was glorious.

  “You are fucking my ass while I am almost completely dressed,” she hissed. “You insatiable lover.”

  And he knew she was loving it too.

  After he came, spending himself in the tight confines of her ass, he lay on her, feeling the intensity of the moment soften into a gentle sense of well-being. He found himself thinking about fixing them a breakfast. A mimosa and, for some reason, he thought of ham sandwiches with the special ham he had brough
t home from the deli the day before. They would eat and then, when life came back into him, he would ask her to ride his cock….

  Then he looked at her lying there, seeming to savor the sensations of the aftermath of their fuck. Her only movement since he rolled off her had been to pull her panties off and let them fall on the floor.

  “Aren’t you going to miss your plane?” he asked.

  “No,” she said.

  “No?”

  “I don’t have to go this morning.”

  “But you do have to go?”

  She nodded. “No way out it. Business and all that.”

  He ran his hands over her face, touched the lips that he loved to kiss and to have on his cock. “So when do you go?”

  Her nose wrinkled. “I am not telling you.”

  He laughed. “So why this game?”

  She rolled over and pulled his face close before kissing him. “Because it was fun. Because I knew that you wouldn’t be able to resist just one more wild fuck. Because it gave us last night.” She smiled. “Need any more reasons?”

  He saw how she was enjoying herself. “So one of these days I’ll find you’ve gone off to catch a plane.”

  She nodded. “I’ll leave a note. You are the one who pointed out that there is no way we can manage to make it easy. So I need to find a way to sneak out the back way.”

  “I just came in the back way,” he said, kissing her again.

  “My point exactly,” she said.

  “Are you leaving today?”

  “Maybe not,” she said, licking her lips. “What rule says a trip should have only one great good bye?”

  “You are marvelously devious as well as embraceable,” he said. And he began singing, “my sweet embraceable you…” softly.

  She began to undo the buttons on her blouse, watching his eyes as she bared her breasts and touched her hard nipple. “Does embraceable mean the same thing as fuckable?”

  “I can accept that interpretation,” he said.

  She crawled on top of him, straddling his body and taking off her blouse. He laughed as she started humming the same tune that had been running through his head and then sang, “Embrace me, you insatiable you….”

  FREE RIDE

  Heidi Champa

  For three months, I asked nearly every cabdriver I rode with if I could suck his cock. I was stoked when one finally said yes.

  I don’t know what possessed me to start doing it. Maybe it was the fact that I was in a brand-new city, in a brand-new country where I didn’t know a soul. Maybe I was just lonely and horny. That seems most likely. Plus, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

  I still hadn’t gotten used to the idea of riding in the front seat of cabs. In America, we never did that, unless you were the unlucky one of the group who wouldn’t fit in the back. But, in Australia, it was customary for lone male passengers to ride up front. I could never get a clear answer as to why, but who was I to buck convention?

  I guess the first time I asked my driver if I could blow him, alcohol was to blame. I’d spent a night out with some guys from my university class and had no luck finding anyone interesting to take back to my apartment. I mean, flat. Actually, since I’d arrived, I’d only had two hookups. I thought being American would set me apart, but instead, it usually made me odd man out. I stumbled into the cab that night and when I looked at the driver, I thought he was hot. The Aussie accent always killed me, too. That, combined with his thick forearms, was enough to make the question pop out of my mouth after he pulled up to the curb in front of my building. He merely smiled and said he didn’t swing that way. I walked to my door, dejected, and spent the rest of my waking hours beating off.

  Some other cabbies weren’t so kind with their replies. I’d been sworn at a lot and had many rides cut short, but on the bright side, it helped me learn the streets of my neighborhood. One guy pretended he didn’t speak English so he couldn’t understand my request, but he’d spoken it fine when he picked me up. Luckily for me, no one decided that the only way to respond to my question was with a swift punch to the face, although a few looked as if they wanted to.

  When I got into the cab that fateful night, I took one look at the driver and wasn’t even going to ask. His gruff expression and the angry growl in his voice when he asked me where I was headed made me think twice. My streak looked like it was going to come to an end, obviously not counting the ladies who’d picked me up along the way. But after I told him where I was going, my mind started to change. It had been a long week. Finals at university had kicked my ass and I was keyed up and looking for some release. As the driver twisted and turned through the streets that led me home, I kept looking at him out of the corner of my eye.

  “Something you wanna say, buddy?”

  His question surprised me, and at first I only shook my head.

  “Because it seems like you got something on your mind.”

  “It does?”

  “Well, you keep looking over here. Gotta problem?”

  “No, I don’t. Sorry.”

  He started laughing and slapped me on the shoulder.

  “No worries, mate. I just find it helps weed out the creeps if I ask up front. Usually keeps them quiet the rest of the trip. But, you don’t look like a creep.”

  “Good to know.”

  He slammed on his breaks as a car stopped short in front of us, and cursed under his breath.

  “Jesus, this has been a shit of a night. Thankfully, you’re my last pickup. I can’t wait to get to the pub.”

  I opened my mouth to say something, but was cut off by the blare of his car horn, his anger bubbling up again at the cars in front of us.

  “Goddamn this city is full of morons.”

  I cleared my throat and tried to make polite conversation.

  “It must suck to be a cabdriver.”

  He chuckled before flipping on his turn signal, which I noticed was on the opposite side of the wheel than I was used to.

  “You could say that. But it does have the occasional perk.”

  He turned to look at me as we drifted to a stop at a red light.

  “Yeah? What’s that?” I asked, his eyes still locked on me.

  “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

  “Try me.”

  He smiled and shook his head as we started moving again, his strong hands turning the wheel with ease.

  “Let’s just say that every now and then I get a very generous customer.”

  “You mean a good tipper? Because I didn’t think tipping was all that common in Australia.”

  “Something like that.”

  The car turned onto my street and stopped in front of my building. He turned the meter off and jotted down something in a notebook on the console.

  “That’ll be seven dollars fifty.”

  I pulled out my wallet, ready to pay and go, without asking the question I was dying to ask. The ten dollars in my hand went right back in between the other bills when I looked into his eyes. Hey, we’d both had a bad day, right?

  “Can I suck your cock?”

  His eyes widened in shock, but he soon was grinning.

  “What did you say?”

  I swallowed hard and repeated myself.

  “Can I suck your cock?”

  “Why would you wanna do something like that?”

  “Does it really matter why?”

  He shifted in his seat and rubbed his hands over his thighs. I waited for him to kick me out of the car, but instead he grabbed a handful of my shirt and pulled me into a kiss.

  “Not to me, mate.”

  I took off my seat belt and leaned toward him, but he pushed me back.

  “Not here.”

  He took off down the street and after a few quick turns, we were in a lonely alley, the only lights the ones coming from the dashboard.

  “Get in the back, mate.”

  I pushed the door open and stepped out into the night air. There was a moment I thought about running away
, forgetting the whole thing. But I couldn’t. I’d come this far. I’d asked for a reason. When I slipped into the backseat, I heard his belt buckle jingling and the metallic click of his zipper going down. In the dim light of the cab, I saw his hand wrap around his cock and start stroking. Without a word, I leaned over and pushed his fist aside, wrapping my lips around the fat head of his cock. His hand went to my hair immediately, twining in the strands and giving a slight tug right before he pushed himself deeper into my throat. The sound of his groans filled the quiet of the cab, along with the creaking of the vinyl seat underneath us.

  Normally I didn’t like guys who were so forceful, but with the cabbie, it only served to make me hotter and harder. My cock was straining against the zipper of my jeans and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I opened my pants with my free hand and fished out my dick, wrapping my hand around it to try to ease the ache. When his hand relaxed a bit, I took back a bit of control and my tongue traced the length of his shaft. I paused at the tip and swirled my tongue all the way around before sucking the tip back between my lips.

  “Fuck, that feels good, mate.”

  In the distance, I could hear traffic on the main street, the sound of blaring horns and squealing brakes. The cabbie slouched farther down the seat and started pushing his hips up, thrusting his cock even deeper. His iron grip was back as well and all I could do was take it as he fucked my mouth, the force making me gag a few times, but I didn’t care. My hand kept working my own cock, but most of my attention was focused on the stranger who had finally fulfilled my misguided fantasy.

  His moans had turned to grunts, and I could feel the muscles in his legs flexing with effort. When he started to move faster, I did my best to keep up with him, but it was mostly a lost cause. With a loud roar, he started coming, his hot load hitting the back of my throat so I had no choice but to swallow him down. I felt him relax, bit by bit, until the tension that had filled his body since I’d climbed into the cab was completely gone. I gave the head of his cock one last lick before I sat up. I wiped my mouth on my sleeve in the dark and had started to close my pants when he stopped me.