Neighbors erotic stories, part six.

The six friends opted for the Cheese factory in Cocowalk for their lunch. Following Rico’s video viewing in the limousine, the ride to Coconut Grove was hushed, each one absorbed in his or her own erotic thought.

Once there, they picked a high circular table on the bar side of the restaurant and climbed up the high stools. A waitress took their order and shortly, the Mojitos and Margaritas were served to the girls while the guys settled for beers. They were studying the menu when the waitress returned with an extra drink and placed it in front of Karen.

“It’s from the lady over there.” She said pointing.

She pointed in the direction of an elegant couple seating at the restaurant side. The man was busy attacking his meal, but the lady lifted her glass to Karen flashing a wide smile. Karen reciprocated but not before turning into all shades of red.

“Who is that?” Lindsay asked.

“She’s just a customer.” Karen answered looking more flustered as she tried to avert five expectant set of eyes.

The friends looked at a late thirty, strikingly beautiful looking lady with full lips highlighting a square face. Dark rich and full black hair gave her a haunting look.

“If she is just a customer, why are you blushing so much?” Tony inquired with a smirk.

The waitress arriving with their entrees gave Karen a momentary break. She dug into her salad ignoring her new friends inquiring stares.

“Come on Karen, spill the beans…”

“She was a regular. I used to go to her house and give her a massage once a month.”

“Used to go?” Lindsay asked.

“The last time I gave her a massage something happened. Since then I’ve been avoiding her calls.”

“I knew it! What happened?” Tony chimed in.

She took a sip of her drink and stole a furtive look across the restaurant at her customer and back at her friends. They huddled closer.

“We…sort of had something for each other. We’ve both always felt it. I mean, I like guys and everything, but there was something unnerving about this woman.” Karen stopped when the waitress arrived with their order.

“In the past,” Karen resumed, “her husband had always been at home during our appointments. The last time though, he was out of town. She asked me to set up the massage table in the den while she changed. Minutes later, she walked in, put on some music, and seductively dropped her plush robe while coyly covering her bosom. She spread herself on her stomach and rested her face in the face rest. I was left admiring her sheer white panties which flattered her bubble shape derriere. While gawking at her sexy behind, my mind was propelled into several erotic scenarios. So engrossed I was, I didn’t notice her looking at me. I felt mortified getting caught; I quickly covered her lower half with a towel. As if encouraging me to look, she readily slid the towel off.”

“What do you wear when you visit customers?” Mike asked.

“I always wear white medical scrubs.” She answered, looking quizzically at him.

“Forget about him. Guys are always so visual, don’t you know that?” Tony said. “So what happened after that?”

“She asked me not to use any oils, “Karen resumed as she toyed with a shrimp on her plate. “She had her hair swept up, so I began massaging her neck. Her arms were by her side, but after my hands swept over her back, she dropped them toward the floor. Suddenly I had full access to her full- breasts—which my hands unwillingly gravitated to. Realizing my brashness, I lowered my hands to the small of her back. Several minutes later I walked behind her and started massaging her feet. Slowly she inched her legs apart, my eyes traveled to that coveted area between her legs and I felt my own legs almost give in. Her sheer panties were laced with her moisture.”

Suddenly the friends saw Karen’s customer approach them.

“Karen you naughty girl, are you telling your friends how you ravaged my body?” She said with a seductive laugh then headed to the restrooms.

“Man, this woman is hot.” Alex said. “Get to the ravaging point, will you.”

“At that point I could feel my own wetness, my scrubs and panties were no match to the onslaught emanating from me. I kneaded her legs upward very slowly. She began to squirm. When I reached her knees, I started tentatively inching one hand up. Her skin was burning my hand. Suddenly my finger was close enough for me to feel her wetness. Once again my legs were rubbery; I lost control and pulled her wet panties slightly. My finger slid easily inside her, she responded with a groan and lifted her behind to meet my finger. She kept gyrating against my finger again and again until she collapsed on the table with exhaustion.” Karen looked at her friends, “I almost collapsed as well, her wandering toe ravaging me.”

Neighbors erotic stories, part five.

Neighbors erotic stories part four, posted 12/19/2009.

The next day, the six new friends climbed in Rico’s white stretch limousine heading to Coconut Grove for brunch. The interior of the white Lincoln had an unkempt appearance, yet still dazzled the friends as they scattered giddily around.

It had plush leather seats in the shape of an L. One part had its back to the driver’s raised smoky partition; the other part ran to one side—almost the length of the Limo. Across the isle, a love seat was followed by a mahogany and glass bar. Two perforated mahogany shelves covered the length of the bar, holding a dozen or so Champagne flutes.

“Sorry guys, I didn’t have time to clean up with yesterday being Thanksgiving Day and all.” Rico said, seeing his new friends looking at the mess.

They were eyeing three empty champagne bottles nestled in larger openings atop the bar’s base. Half a dozen unwashed flutes—some with Champagne left in them some smeared with lipstick betrayed a recent wild party.

“That must have been some party!” Lindsay retorted. “How many people were here?”

“Only two people, a man and his wife.” Rico answered.

“Must have gotten a nice buzz with three bottles of bubbly?” Mike asked.

“That’s not the only high they had.” Rico said as he pulled a tray from a drawer. The tray had some white residue on it. “They used rolled hundred dollar bills to powder their noses.”

“Like I said, that must have been some party!” Lindsay repeated with a laugh.

Alex nudged Rico and winked. “So did you watch through the glass if they did anything naughty?”

“Nah,” he answered, then smirked. “I was back here with them.”

“You dog! Tell us about it.”

“Wednesday I picked up the couple from Key Biscayne and took them to a club on Washington Avenue in South Beach. The man was in his early sixties, his wife in her twenties. After the club on the way home, he asked me to stop on the MacArthur causeway—his wife wanted to check out the cruise lines. I stopped on the shoulder, she stuck her head through the moon roof, Champagne flute in hand; she was giddy and started whooping and laughing in the wind. When he invited me to join them back here, a state of the art, digital camcorder materialized in his hand and he asked me to film his wife. His hands were unsteady with all the drinking, he said. With only her lower body inside, I asked if he wanted me to film her from outside. To my surprise, he motioned to her long slender leg and butt. She had removed her pumps and stood bear feet on the seat, with her short red dress, there was a lot of leg to film. I felt awkward filming his wife, but he simply attacked the second bottle of Champagne and every time she moved, he spurred me to film under her dress. ‘I want to add it to my collection,’ he retorted.”

“And you happily obliged, I’m sure.” Alex added.

“Hey, someone has to do it. Besides, I get paid by hour, so…”

“Did she see you filming her?” Lindsay asked with interest.

“At one point she ducked her head inside and saw the camera in my hand. She grinned at it and reached her flute to him for a refill. Needless to say when she reached for the refill, more leg were suddenly exposed. They appeared on the little touch screen display perfectly tanned. I slowly tilted the camera higher, activated the powerful optical zoom to be immediately awarded with the sight of one of those perfunctory sling bikini thongs. After finishing the Champagne with one gulp, she plopped herself back on the seat, powdered her nose some more, emptied another flute, then it was…Showtime. This woman was no stranger to that camera; she sat with her feet firmly planted on the lush carpet, her back rested straight on the backrest and began to slowly slide her dress up, looking directly into the camera. At once, her husband encouraged me to sit on the floor for an explicit vantage point.”

As if to show his friends the exact location, Rico slid to the floor then resumed. “This seemed to encourage her as well, because she spread her legs and slid down until her butt was almost off the seat. She bunched those sling thongs with one hand, pulled them until they were barely visible. When the thongs were submerged in her moisture, she stopped pulling momentarily and repositioned her butt on the seat—allowing the thongs to slacken. Then again she pulled...and slackened. A soft moan escaped from her sexy pout lips as she painstakingly kept this oscillating to and fro motion. While the lens still aimed between her legs, I unabashedly opted to take in the spectacle live. Abruptly, minutes later, the to and fro movements stopped and she began to oscillate the thongs sideways like a pendulum—deliberately at first then furiously. Her moan turned into a raspy groan, her toes curled and dug into the carpet and with ecstasy she threw her head back.”

Suddenly Rico stopped his narration, stood up, walked toward the front of the limo and reached for a nylon bag behind the seat. Pulling the camcorder from the bag, he said with a grin. “They forgot it behind. Who wants to see it live?”

Neighbors erotic stories, part four.

Neighbors erotic stories part three, posted 12/2/2009.


Cloaked in darkness, the six new found friends decided to adjourn their powwow to Tony’s apartment.

“Tony lets hear one of your erotic story.” Lindsay told her.

“What makes you think I have one?” She replied.

“Oh please! Sex on planes?—that’s everyone’s fantasy.”

The guys were sprawled on the floor and the girls on various sofas, making a circle again. Tony looked at all the expecting eyes, “Well my erotic story was actually not on a plane, it happened in Paris France on a stop over.”

“Paris, the city of Love! This ought to be good.” Karen said.

“Well it all started when I had to do a fellow stewardess a favor. She was scheduled to travel to Paris while I was scheduled on a flight to Calgary Canada. Her husband being Canadian, she asked me if we can swap flights—her sister-in-law was getting married and they had to attend the wedding.”

“Decisions, decisions! What to choose, cold and snowy Calgary or romantic Paris!” Lindsay said with derision.

“Yea really! Anyways, after we cleared it with our immediate supervisors, I was allowed to travel to Paris. I had never been there and was excited at the thought, even if it was only an over night stop. Because of the last minute change and some festivities going on, I was booked in a suite at a hotel in the seventh arrondissement. This was the district were the Eiffel Tower was situated. As the cab approached the Eiffel Tower, he pointed it out to me. In the evening light, its magnificence was striking.

“At the hotel, I rode to the seventh floor to find that I had the corner suite. Deciding to take a shower, I headed for the beautifully tiled bathroom. It was spacious and I was pleasantly surprised to find an oval bathtub next to a large window pane. Pulling the shades I was greeted by a breathtaking panoramic view of the Paris skyline. Letting the bathtub fill, I retraced my steps and filled a flute with white wine. I got undressed and returned to the bathtub and rested the flute on the edge of the tub. I had to turn the light off because their was one floor above mine and the way the building jutted out, I could see inside the bathroom next to mine and the ones immediately above and below. After a while, with the combination of warm water undulating around my body, the white wine, and the breathtaking view, I almost purred like a cat.”

The image of Tony's naked body in a bath tub had the guys’ rapt attention.

“Suddenly something caught my attention. The lights one floor up flicked on and with their shades already drawn, I saw a French Adonis enter his bathtub. He adjusted the jutting water, turned his back to me and started to shower. I was yet again offered a breathtaking sight. This time, of a lean muscular back and the tightest butt I’ve ever seeing. Then, he turned. The chiseled front of his body almost took my breath away. I took in the rest of his body and my hands involuntarily began to roam mine. Lathering with soap must have had an effect on him because he spent an inordinate time on his beautiful manhood. With every stroke, I lost it more and soon was unwittingly and completely under his movement’s spell.

‘His eyes suddenly flew open and he stared right at me. I was pretty well concealed in the darkness and although part of me would have been mortified to be seeing, I was disappointed he couldn’t see me enjoy my body. Abruptly I had a crazy idea. I stood up and walked over to the light switch. I turned it on and settled back in the tub. As I continued ravaging my body, I could see a smirk form on his face. I wanted to show him more so I splayed one foot over the tub totally exposing myself, knocking the flute with my knee on the ceramic tile in the process. He continued his rhythmic motion, his eyes zeroed in between my legs, knowing he took away my self control. Suddenly his rhythm quickened, his eyes closed and he threw his head back. I closed my eyes as I was nearing the throes of ecstasy. Several minutes later, when my breathing stabilized, I opened my eyes to find him gone and the lights shut.”

Tony looked at her attentive audience, “Was my Adonis a myth?—I’ll never know.”

Neighbors erotic stories, part three.

Neighbors erotic stories part two, posted 11/27/09.


Lindsay sat back all eyes still on her, when Alex picked up the bottle of Vodka and refilled everyone’s drink. He was asked if he had a story to share.

“I have a story about a fling I had with a rich lady up in Ft Lauderdale! Would you guys like to hear it?” Alex ventured.

“I bet it’s not as hot as Lindsay’s” Tony chimed in.

“You’d be surprised,” he answered.

“Okay, let’s hear it.” Karen said.

By now they were six shadows sitting in the dark except for a ray of light emanating from the near-by parking lot. Alex sat back in his place, took a swig of his drink and told his story.

“That day I had a training session with a regular client at eight in the morning. She was already fifteen minutes late when she arrived with a girlfriend. Usually I don’t like my clients to have friends with them, it causes too much distractions. But in this case I didn’t mind at all. Her friends name was Lisa. She was not drop dead gorgeous, but she had such presence, it actually made her sexy. Lisa was a slim brunette with nice almond shape eyes. She left us to our training and headed toward the treadmills. Once the session was over, the ladies invited me to join them for a coffee at Café Turin across from the gym.”

“You probably ran there.” Karen interrupted, while the others each chimed in an opinion.

“No, no you are all wrong! I had another scheduled appointment and asked for a rain check. But when we were left alone for a moment, Lisa asked me if she can schedule a private training session with me, quickly adding, ‘but it has to be at my place; I live far and don’t like to drive all the way down to Miami.’

Since I didn’t have a problem with the driving, we arranged an appointment for the following week.”

“How old?” Rico asked.

“Thirty something...” He took another swig of his drink. “She lived in a beautiful condo on the seventeenth floor overlooking the ocean.

When I arrived, Lisa opened the door wearing a white sport bra over a pair of Miami Dolphin’s shorts and a visible six pack in between. I walked in studying her body which made me wonder why she needed a personal trainer, she was in excellent shape. As if reading my mind she turned around and said, ‘I need help with my buttocks, see!’ and with that she turned and unabashedly lifted one side of her loose fitting shorts, exposing her butt. She kept walking and I followed her through a small hallway. We entered in room which was converted into a mini gym. A multi-function exercise machine almost took the entire room. A treadmill with a large LCD television anchored across sat in one corner. In another corner was a Swiss ball, which explained the six packs. She additionally had a workout bench and an assortment of small poundage dumbbells.”

Alex stood once again and served another round of drinks. “I suggested squats and lunges for a firmer butt and showed her the moves.” He resumed, “She dragged the stepper and started with her lunges. When I looked at the good form she used and how adept she was, it dawned on me that Lisa didn’t simply ask me over for a training session. As if reading my mind again, she walked over to the workout bench and sat down. ‘How old are you Alex?’ She asked as I towered over her. I told her I’m twenty-three. She took me by surprised when she asked me to kneel down, ‘you know what I like Alex?—I like to play games with big, strong, young, guys like you. When I see a muscular guy on his knees squirming—it turns me on.’ I wondered what she meant by squirming when she motioned me closer. I took two steps on my knees and rested my hands on her thighs. She brushed them off and told me to put them and keep them behind my back. She then followed by explaining to me the rules or, in that case, the one rule, of the game. ‘Only I can touch.’”

“You weren’t allowed to touch her?” Mike chimed in.

“No,” Alex answered. “With that, she began caressing and undressing me while she approached her face to mine and licked my lips. When I tried to kiss her back, she pulled away. For the following forty-five minutes her hands slowly caressed every inch of my body while my hands were stuck behind my back. She drove me wild and every time she would sense my hands moving, she would back away and give me a sexy laugh. She took my most sensitive part in her hand and massaged herself. Whenever she felt I was at the brink, she would ease off—she was enjoying this too much to end it. I stared at those big brown eyes, they were sparkling. She stared at mine, they were pleading, which made her laugh more. She kept massaging until I could see the sparkle in her eyes replaced by pure lust—she had reached the same state of arousal as I did. She suddenly released me; grabbed a hold of the bench and wrapped her legs around my lower back, easily pulling me inside her. In some perverse way, I too, enjoyed the game.”


Next episode we’ll hear what Tony has to say…

Neighbors erotic stories, part two.

Neighbors erotic stories part one, posted 11/24/09.

As soon as their conversation and stories took an erotic connotation, five pairs of eyes rested on Lindsay.

“What?—alright alright, I’ll share one of my erotic stories with you.” She crossed her legs Indian style, took a long sip of her drink and lit up a cigarette. She began her story.

“This happened three weeks ago actually. It was a Saturday night and the club was jammed when suddenly a professional football player and his entourage walked in. He—”

“What’s his name?” Alex interrupted.

Lindsay shot him a look, “Kevin…something! I’m not sure, all I know is that he was big and tall.”

“Oh well, that certainly narrows it down.” Mike retorted.

“Do you want me to tell the story, or what?”

“Guys shut up, who cares about his name. Go on Lindsay.” Karen came to her aid.

“One of the four guys with him was his body guard and he all full of muscles—like you Alex.’ She said, pointing her cigarette at Alex. “The other three were big guys too, but Kevin was by far the tallest. One of his friends, a regular at the club asked for a champagne room. The manager showed them the way upstairs, he pointed at me and four other girls, waving at us to follow. ” Lindsay took another long sip of her drink, “The champagne room had a couch, a love seat and two armchairs. Kevin plopped his body on the couch and spread his arms on the back rest. He was so big; there was no more room for anyone else on that couch. Three waitresses arrived with four champagne bottles and on the way down were asked to bring another four in half an hour.”

“How much money did these guys spend?” She was asked.

“It was close to five thousand I heard, in addition to the two thousand they spent on lap dances. The girls knew he was the one with the money and buzzed around him, but he politely asked them to dance for his buddies and somehow I was the only one left not dancing. His eyes told me he wanted me to dance for him, but he seemed shy. As on cue, a new song began and I moved closer to him and started to dance. I found his shyness attractive and immediately felt that the attraction was mutual. He began to run his hands along the side of my body and I remember thinking how gentle his touch felt despite their size. I took his touching as a go-ahead sign and straddled him. His caresses increased, so did my gyrating and grinding. We were so into each we hardly noticed the other girls alternating between the other guys. Suddenly, the song by twenty fingers—you gota lick it—boomed through the speakers. I took that as another sign and began licking his neck. I started at the bottom and worked all the way up to his earlobe. He was manipulating my butt as if it was a football. I could feel both his hardness and my wetness.”

Lindsay looked around; her captivated audience edged her on. “I was topless but still wearing my thong when I snuck my hand between our bodies and felt how soaked they were. I fondled with his zipper and when I tried to pull it out, his eyes darted right and left toward his buddies. Apparently they were busy themselves, because he stared back at me with lust in his eyes and wiggled his butt to allow me full access in his pants.”

“I was shocked by his size…football players don’t only have tight buns!” Lindsay said looking at the girls with a smile, then resumed. “I looked around furtively, when I saw the coast was clear, I leaned into him, he entered me as the group La Bouche belted the song—be my lover. Automatically I started gyrating, but he held my butt firmly, preventing me from moving. I thought someone was watching us, but he inched his face close to mine and whispered in my ears, ‘don’t move your hips, use your muscles.’ I did as he asked me and we fought to remain motionless; the world around us was fading, when suddenly an uncontrollable tremor erupted throughout my body forcing me to clench my eyes. I had to bury my head in his neck to prevent myself from screaming. He must have felt my passion, because I felt him convulse inside of me, which caused an even more forceful eruption within my body.”

Lindsay reached out for a cigarette exhausted, simply from recounting the experience.

Next time we’ll hear what Alex has to say…

Neighbors erotic stories, part one

This erotic story is about the journey of six neighbors who quickly became close friends. They live in a two story apartment complex in sunny Miami.

Allow me to introduce the six friends.

First there is Karen who is twenty-two years of age and is a licensed massage therapist. A slim blond with blue eyes, Karen is a vivacious woman with an outgoing personality.

Then there is Lindsay. She is twenty-five and works at a showgirls’ club in south beach. Her mother had enrolled her in dance classes since she was seven years old, but showgirl dancing was not what her mom had envisioned for her. A redhead with fair skin, Lindsay has sparkling green eyes, which went unnoticed due to her other special features—twelve inch lower.

The third girl in the group is Tony, short for Antoinette. Tony, the oldest of the girls at twenty-seven, is a typical Italian with dark hair and beautiful brown eyes. She is slightly curvy, but it went unnoticed because of her above average height. Tony is constantly absent due to her job as an airline stewardess.

The first male friend is Mike. A strapping man with light hair cropped short, Mike works in the police force. He is twenty-eight and when in uniform, needless to say, all women fawn over him.

Rico is the most reserved out of all the friends. Of Hispanic descent, Rico is lean and had long black hair always kept in a pony. He is in his mid twenties and works for a limousine company. Rico spends most of his evenings chauffeuring rich people.

Finally Alex. He is the youngest of the guys at twenty-three. A trainer at a downtown gym, Alex has a fitness trainer degree. He often moonlights to the rich and famous of the Sunshine state.

Their friendship began one day when they were by the pool. It was Thanksgiving Day and they all had time out from their hectic schedule. With most of the other residents celebrating with their families, the pool was empty when one by one they all came in. Alex had arrived with an air floating mattress and Lindsay asked if she can lay on it. This caused a ‘hey I want to lay on it too’ reaction from the other girls. The guys meanwhile began spinning Lindsay around and soon they were all screaming and laughing.

An evident chemistry quickly developed between them and they began chitchatting like old friends, elbows resting on the floating mattress.

Later on, they felt hungry and decided to have a BBQ. Since all the supermarkets were closed, they each went to their respective apartment and raided their fridges. Alex and Mike brought down the beer and soda. Lindsay, who didn’t have time to shop, grabbed some chips and her boom box. Karen got some burger patties and hot dogs. Rico had a tray of frozen chicken breast, while Tony, whose fridge was empty, contributed paper plates, cups and cutlery. They used the BBQ on the side of the pool and soon had a full blown pool party going on.

Later in the evening, almost in the dark and still in their bathing suits, the six new found friends sat in a circle exchanging personal stories. By now beer was replaced by Vodka and lime, and their stories suddenly took an erotic twist.

I will be posting a new sexcapade every two to three days, so stay tuned for our friends erotic adventures…

Nine and a half weeks...my erotic story, part two.

Part one posted November sixth.


My nine and a half weeks…part two.


Although I knew of Sandra’s desire to act a subservient role, her question still took me by surprise and I caught myself wondering how far I could push. More importantly, I wondered how far she was willing to go.

“Spread your legs for him.” I replied. “Do it slowly and look in his eyes. Let your eyes tell him you want him to watch.”

She calmly sipped her drink and slowly inched her legs apart while her eyes locked on his. Several minutes later she looked at me and raised her eyebrow. She gave me an, ‘anything else?’ look. She was daring me to ante the stakes. So I did.

“Take your underwear off.”

It took her a moment, when she saw I wasn’t kidding, she placed her drink on the table and began to inch them off one side at a time. It felt incredible yet bizarre at the same time. I began to enjoy the erotic game playing and watched as waiters and patrons walked around completely oblivious to the fact that my girlfriend was showing her most private part to a complete stranger.

Her skirt was tight so it took a long time. The man’s eyes kept shifting between his lady friend and Sandra’s thighs. I almost felt sorry for him, he looked so conflicted. Less than ten feet away was a sexy woman giving him the show of a lifetime, yet he couldn’t openly ogle at her. I’m sure if his lady friend had known about the show hubby was watching behind her back, she would have belted him one.

By now Sandra had her underwear around her ankles; casually she glanced around and bent down to retrieve them. She bunched them into a ball and offered them to me putting them almost under my nose. The scent of her arousal penetrated my nose and quickly traveled south. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Leave them on the couch,” I said as I stood and dropped some money on the table. “Let’s get out of here, I’m ready to explode.” Sandra eyed my pants and laughed out loud.

We headed toward the entrance and as we passed the man, he now seemed to have shrunk in his seat with his eyes glued to his drink. I figured if he didn’t somehow grab the underwear then the busboy was in for a nice tip. Outside I opened the door to the SUV and helped Sandra climb in. What a gentleman!

Several days later after we had sex, we cuddled and talked, (I know right! cuddle and talk after sex…) and Sandra shared with me for the first time her sexual fantasy. I was intrigued, but didn’t respond. My mind had begun to scheme scenarios and calculate possibilities. Two days later I had devised a Machiavellian plan. Sandra’s birthday was just around the corner and I was planning on fulfilling not only her fantasy, but mine as well.

Her birthday arrived and I took her to a nice Japanese restaurant. We had a great time, great food and lots of Saki. From there we went for drinks at the rooftop of a well frequented Hotel. A band was played some exotic music, the breezy night was starry and soon the Saki was replaced by flowing margaritas. The stage was getting set.

Suddenly I looked at my watch, a little past eleven, time for us to go—her surprise was to take place at midnight. Riding the elevator down; I told her that I booked a room in the hotel to celebrate her birthday. She was genuinely surprised and rewarded me with a kiss that lasted twenty floors. Downstairs we stopped at the lounge bar where I picked up a champagne bottle, placed it in a bucket full of ice and cradled it back to the elevators. The twinkle in Sandra’s blue eyes betrayed her excitement; I remember saying to myself—wait until you see the real surprise.

Earlier that afternoon when I had picked up the key for the room, I had placed a gift wrapped box in the center of the bed surrounded by five silk ties. When Sandra entered the room, she stopped at the edge of the bed, looked at the ties then gave me a puzzled look. When she saw my smirk, it dawned on her and her skin color turned a light shade of red. I reached for the box and handed it to her nodding toward the bathroom.

At first she stood with her hands on her hips ignoring me. For a second I questioned the insanity of my action, but then she snatched the box from my hand, grinned, and marched into the bathroom. I began breathing again. I looked at my watch I was cutting it close; I turned off all the lights expect a lampshade which stood erect (no pun intended) in the corner behind an armchair. I approached the bathroom and heard the shower going; I gave another sigh of relief. Suddenly there was a light rap on the front door which made me jump, my heart raced and my throat went dry. I quietly opened the door.

Minutes later Sandra emerged from a blanket of fog looking like someone’s wet dream. That white negligee fit her like a body glove. She looked stunning and knew it. She did a little pirouette, threw her head back and gave me a laugh that said; I’m ready to tease you tonight. I ignored her, the anticipation was killing me; I grabbed her hand and guided her on the bed. She positioned herself in the middle of the bed aware that she was fully exposed, but I did my best to stay focused on the task at hand—tying her up. When I was done, her arms and ankles were anchored to the four posts of the bed, but there was one more tie. She looked at me as I walked up to the head of the bed and blindfolded her. Her colors turned a darker shade.

I walked toward the closet and quietly let out her surprise, then walked over to the corner and settled in the armchair. The busty brunette I had called from an escort service walked up to the foot of the bed and placed one knee on it and began to caress Sandra. At first I thought Sandra would feel the difference in the touch, but she later told that the thought had never crossed her mind. The brunette leaned over to the ice bucket and placed several ice cubes in her hand. When she closed her fist, it didn’t take long for the ice to melt and the first drops landed on Sandra’s breasts. Not expecting it and totally in the dark, she twitched under her restrains. The brunette kept melting more ice all over Sandra’s body until the negligee was soaked on her skin and I could see her chest heaving. The brunette was relentless, she lifted Sandra’s negligee almost up to the waist totally exposing her nakedness and went for more ice. When the drops first touched Sandra’s private parts, she shuddered and moaned. The brunette stayed on target and with every passing drop, the ties barely restrained her.

The brunette stopped playing with the ice and her finger penetrated Sandra. With every thrust of her finger and then two, Sandra’s breathing became ragged and her moans intensified until she suddenly let out a loud groan and heaved her body up in an arch—deepening the fingers inside of her.

The brunette motioned me over, taking me out of my trance. I quietly approached and knelt at the head of the bed while she bent down between Sandra’s legs and placed her lips where her fingers were. This elicited louder moans, but, what drove Sandra over the edge was when I suddenly whispered in her ears. The moment she realized that my lips could not be at two places at the same time, the floodgate was opened. She grinded herself against those unknown lips and loudly expressed her climax.

After the last exhausting climax, Sandra’s body collapsed on the bed, her breathing still shallow. I paid the brunette and she quietly saw her way out. I undressed and climbed on the bed thrusting myself inside of her. She met me with a gasp and once more her body arched, but when I began to kiss her, she broke my kiss and spoke for the first time.

“Untie my feet; I want to wrap my legs around you.”

One week after Sandra’s birthday, we both left the real estate business for greener pastures. Unfortunately Sandra returned with her ex-boyfriend and when we said our goodbyes, I was left with memories. Memories which I knew would inhabit a unique place, where I would find refuge—whenever I had the blues.

And that’s how my erotic story ends. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed living it.

Many thanks to my good friend JC for all his editorial help.