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By Danny and Sandy (address withheld)

This piece is a literary work in progress. I write some…then you write some. Can’t wait to see how it turns out. If you really feel the necessity to correct grammar, feel free.

HIS PERSPECTIVE

It was a cool, rainy autumn Saturday morning. Plenty of work awaited Danny as he entered the nearly empty office building he nearly lived in practically every day. It was 9:10 am and as he walked up the stairs to the second floor he could feel his heart begin to pound in his chest, the blood heating up and rushing throughout his body. An anxiety and excitement coursing through him as he wondered, would she be here?

The security card opened the main door with a loud click. Upon entering, Danny tried to look down the long open floor plan to see if she was at her desk. As he walked to his office, there was no sign of her. Disappointment coupled with a little sense of relief momentarily came over him. Suddenly, John, a coworker, startles him with a "good morning". The distraction is welcomed as the tension inside him is broken.

He settles down to work. Dozens of little projects must be organized into the company’s plan for the coming year. Resources are stretched as each little project demands more and more time, coordination between all the various pieces essential. Concentration and focus mandatory.

9:35 am: Sandy walks in and says hello as she passes the office. She stops to talk to John and mentions that she just needs to do a couple of things and pick something up. Her smile is absolutely intoxicating. Danny’s excitement jumps exponentially. She’s here. She’s actually here. She might actually want me as much as I want her. Conflictions erupt inside him. But she’s here. Just like the invitation to rub her shoulders fueled his lust earlier; her presence now is interpreted as another green light to touch her, hold her, kiss her, caress her, have her. The office feels like its jumped 20 degrees as he awaits an email.

Minutes later the email pops up "Hi". How exciting a simple "Hi" is. We both know where we want to be. How do we get there without arousing suspicion? We both have too much to lose. It’s foolish, irresponsible, but it’s also human. All too human. With a few emails we agree to meet at 10:00.

Danny’s mind runs wild as he thinks, "This is it, decision time. Well, not necessarily, we don’t need to go any further. We can just kiss, caress each other like before. That’s not so bad. I certainly can live with that. Actually I don’t want to live without it. But god, I want more."

9:58 am: Danny tells John, he’s running out for a bit and takes the stairs down. The location is a large coat closet attached to a training room. The silence is unbearable as each minute passes. He hears the door to the training room open. Danny whispers from the slightly opened door of the closet. Sandy enters and closes the door. It is completely dark but for a dim sliver of light coming from under the door.

Their hands entwine at each others side, lips slowly searching and meeting in the darkness. Their mouths eagerly open as tongues gently explore. Sandys’ breasts press up against Danny’s chest. Danny’s arousal is unhidden. His hands release hers and begin to explore her body. His heart pounding through his chest…he wonders if she can actually feel his heart pumping. His hand combs through her hair then down her neck. He holds her face in his hands as he continues to taste her entire mouth.

He briefly wonders if she is enjoying the moment. Is he too aggressive, not aggressive enough; but then he loses his concentration as he is again caught up in the moment and all of the tremendous sensations. His hands drop lower and brush lightly over her breasts. Hoping she won’t push him away he brushes, then cups and gently squeezes their firm, full softness in his hands.

He imagines tasting them, sucking them, nibbling them. Suddenly it occurs to him that he is being too aggressive. He should let her assume a more aggressive role. The give and take of passion is the ultimate mental and physical experience. He pulls slightly away from her and tells her to remove his clothes.

In the total blackness of the little room, Sandy is at first uncertain, but then reaches for Danny’s shirt and pulls it over his head. She leans in and kisses the nape of his neck then leaning down slightly she kisses down his chest tracing her fingers along his arms, shoulders and back. Then moving back to his lips they kiss deeply and passionately. As they continue to kiss, Sandy unbuckles Danny’s belt, unbuttons his pants and lowers the zipper.

Danny’s heart is leaping out of his chest. Fire is coursing through his body as Sandy’s hands pull his pants down his body. Danny steps out of his shoes and out of his pants, standing naked in complete darkness. Sandy and Danny embrace, their hands feeling every inch of each other. Sandy can feel Danny’s complete nakedness pressed up against her. Her hand drops down to feel him. Take him in her hand, squeezing and rubbing gently then more firmly. The danger and inappropriateness of the moment totally dismissed. Sandy whispers, "I believe it’s your turn," and pulls herself away releasing him.

HER PERSPECTIVE

Do you have any idea how hard this is to do with people around me?? I was thinking about it all night though, and had a few different stories I could have written. I tried to keep it in the same format as yours, which was spectacular. And please, don’t be mad at me ever again!

Three days ago, she decided she would definitely go to the office on Saturday. She told herself it was because she had work to do, which of course was true, but she knew the real reason, and so did he. She wanted to see him, and she wanted him to see her. To be alone with him, even just to be able to speak freely with him about what was happening, was what she wanted.

Of course, she wanted more than that too. It’s been constantly on her mind, every waking moment. Her efforts to expel him from her thoughts have been fruitless. She reminds herself of what she has, but is constantly reminded of what it is that she wants, needs, and cannot have. She shifts between elation and despair, pleasure and guilt. The roller coaster continues as somehow she makes it through the week.

Still, Saturday morning comes. He is on her mind as soon as she awakes, as she showers, as she dresses. The drive to the office is a complete blur, as the thought of him consumes her. The anticipation of seeing him sitting in his office, looking up at her, is more than she can bear.

She throws the car into park and rushes into the building, knowing he is there. Of course, he is there, and the way he looks at her as she walks by his office makes her flush. Instantly, her body reacts. Her whole body comes alive, as if electrified by his stare. Her skin tingles and moistens. She knows she cannot help it now. It’s too late. She needs him.

She settles in, freshens up, and walks by his office, knowing he knows the signal. She gets on the elevator, presses C, and waits. A minute later, he follows. She enters the room and welcomes the darkness. It seems like an eternity till he gets there. Finally he arrives, and is breathless at the thought of being with her. She hopes he knows that she is feeling everything that he is, but doesn’t know how to tell him.

They embrace, he holds her close to him. She can feel his excitement, and loses herself in her own. She knows this is crazy, dangerous, potentially disastrous, yet she cannot stop now. She finds his mouth with her own, feels those incredible soft lips, and her tongue explores his mouth fully. They kiss long and deep. She feels his hunger for her, and nothing excites her more than knowing he wants HER. H

er, she can’t believe it. Still doesn’t know why, still doesn’t understand what he sees in her that makes him this way. At this point, she doesn’t even care, because she can feel herself slipping away as he strokes her hair, touches her neck and moves down to her whole body. She feels so alive, so wanted, so unconditionally desired.

It’s inevitable. She wants to keep things in perspective, to take things slow, but the feelings are coming too strong now, and she lets herself go. He gently removes her shirt, and she slowly takes off her bra for him. He smiles, knowing she is lowering her guard.

His beautiful hands cup her breasts, take them in, kiss them, love them. She tries to regulate her breathing, as each breath comes quicker. She feels his excitement pressed against her and reaches for him. She wants so badly to please him, and to please him again. She helps him out of his pants, and strokes him until he can’t stand it any longer. She leans over and kisses him, takes him in, and he moans gently. He feels wonderful, and tastes even better.

This has excited her beyond belief, that she can make him feel good. She wants to give herself completely to him, to surrender every inch of herself, every emotion, every thought to him. Somehow, amazingly, she resists. She knows she is not ready yet to go there. Not that she doesn’t want to, because she certainly does, but because the time isn’t right.

He understands, as he always does, because he knows it is for the best. Ecstatic about the intense feelings they just shared, they dress and return to work. However, the memory of their experience consumes her, she cannot work, she cannot think of anything else but him.

She wonders if he is feeling the same way. She wonders what he thinks of her now. She is blown away by what she is feeling for him. The physical desire is easy to understand. It’s a fact of being human. The mental and emotional desire she has for him startles her, and saddens her because she knows she can never have him that way. The most she can do is make love to him over and over, and pretend to the rest of the world that they have not shared the ultimate experience life has to offer.

HIS PERSPECTIVE

He removes her shirt and drops it on the floor. In the complete darkness his eyes are useless but every other sense seems enhanced ten fold, every nerve ending supercharged with electricity. His hands explore her bare shoulders and arms. His mind creates the picture of the soft ivory flesh passing beneath his fingers as he feels her like this for the first time. It’s been over fourteen years since he has been with another woman, and it feels like the first time. He hears and feels her accelerated breath.

He knows that she realizes how much he wants her, and how often he thinks about her. He also knows that they both don’t understand any of it. Why? Is it just lust? Is it more than that, even though that just can’t happen? He has responsibilities, commitments. Why is he allowing this to happen? He could lose everything he has worked so hard for, cares so much for. Hurt many, many people who trust him; and ultimately disappoint himself.

What is it? Where is the explanation? He isn’t brilliant, but he always tries to make the smart choice. He understands that life is made up of all the little decisions you make everyday. Well, this is one of the big ones. Is he just a slave to desire, to animal lust? His hands trace along the full curves of her bra and drop to her side.

They lean in and kiss passionately... so passionately. Sandy pulls away slightly and releases her bra dropping it to their feet. All resistance, all logic, all responsibility is gone. Danny wants her, and she somehow unbelievably wants him. Maybe that’s all it is…they both want to be wanted. No future is promised or expected, but "wanted" totally and completely for this moment.

Danny leans in and explores Sandy’s mouth again, never seeming to get enough. Her bare breasts are pressed against his bare chest. He moves slowly wanting to capture every sensation, never knowing if he will ever experience this again…knowing the memory will last him his entire life. He turns her back to him, kissing her neck and shoulders as his hands explore her incredible breasts. He teases then pinches her engorged nipples. Her breath is rapid.

He stops kissing her as his hands continue down her body; they release the button and zipper of her slacks. He slowly lowers the pants and undergarment to the floor, tracing his fingers over her legs, feeling the goose pimples rising on her skin. He knows he shouldn’t be doing this…she knows she shouldn’t be doing this. It can’t go anywhere good. But god, it feels too good right now. He stands again, still at her back. He again kisses her neck, letting her experience her total nudity for a few moments as he traces his fingers over her body.

The electricity seems to be jumping from body to body wherever their bare skin touches, feeding and growing on itself. He wraps his arms around her, feeling her breasts more firmly, his exposed hardness pressing into her bare creamy softness. His right hand moves down to her thigh, his fingers find her soft, wispy hairs. He gently plays, and then traces the outline of her lips.

Her breathing is becoming erratic as she leans back into him, pressing even more firmly against his erection. She is moist as he moves gently up and down, feeling her arousal, her response to his touch. He pinches gently here and there, teases her opening. Then he rubs more firmly, eagerly. Sandy now has his erection in her hand, stroking firmly. Danny is losing his concentration. Perhaps she realizes this, or who knows, but for some reason, she turns around and drops to her knees.

Sandy takes Danny into her mouth. The sensation is absolutely incredible. He didn’t need to ask, beg, plead, remind, or guilt. She wanted to. She wants him…him. Her hand squeezes and strokes firmly, her mouth eagerly pleasing. She doesn’t know he usually takes a considerable time to climax. But then again, this is not "usual". This is incredible. Her other hand explores his legs, back and rear. Danny’s head is spinning, his legs are shaking, and the burning in his groin surprises even him with its speed.

Sandy senses all of this. She knows that she is pleasing him. She feels the swelling in her mouth. Her energy actually increases with her own anticipation. She knows the ultimate sensual pleasure she has given him is only a moment away. He climaxes and she accepts him. Sandy continues to use her lips and tongue to gently bring him down until his sensitivity to her touch becomes too much to bear.

He must taste her….now. No more gentleness or teasing. He lowers her back onto the floor. He nibbles briefly on the inside of her thighs as his hands massage her feet then up her legs. Danny lowers his head and runs his tongue along her, tasting her fully. Sandy is very aroused, the taste of her pushing him to new heights. He spreads her legs even wider as he explores each fold, every inch. Licking, sucking and nibbling. Dozens of times he has done this to her in his waking dreams, but this is the ultimate.

Her body responds beneath him. He wants her to experience the same pleasure she had just provided him. Her excitement continues to build. He senses her spreading her legs even wider urging him further. His finger finds her and her wetness allows it to gently enter her body. He feels her body around his finger and can only imagine how she would feel around him. He presses another finger into her and sucks and licks at her hardness.

He senses her impending climax. Her body squeezes him as she reaches her peak and explodes. Sandy thinks she satisfied him with her mouth, and while that was incredibly pleasurable; it was her response to his attentions that truly satisfied him. He continued to lick and explore her body, but she became too sensitive and pushed him away. He was hard, perhaps even harder than before as they got to their feet. They kissed, unsure at first if the other would mind, but the urge was too overwhelming.

Entwined in the darkness of the closet, they continued to caress each other not knowing if this would ever happen again. They finally broke away and began to figure out their clothes. There was a comical sense to it all, an overwhelming sense of "I can’t believe we just did that", and a very small sense of guilt in the background; but the question was, would that guilt build or simply fade. The other question was… what now?

HER PERSPECTIVE

She senses his incredible hardness and can’t believe that after what just happened, he is still hard for her. He has already put on his pants, but she is so aroused by his hardness that she takes his pants down again. He can’t believe this is happening. She is shocked at her own boldness. She knows how incredibly dangerous this is, but she simply cannot resist the thought of him inside her. Again, she drops to her knees, licks him slowly from top to bottom, gently teases the tip with her tongue, and with a swift motion, takes him fully into her mouth once again.

She wants him to know how much she loves doing this to him, how she could keep doing it over and over, making him climax again and again. For her, this is the most personal thing she can do to express her feelings to him, even more personal than intercourse. But this time, it is just a prelude, as she needs him inside her as much as he wants to be there.

After licking and sucking him, she is surprised by her next move. She rises to her feet, faces away from him, and readies herself for him to push her down. He responds the way she wants him to, his hands on her back. He enters her gently at first, and she feels his hardness pushing its way far up into her. His hands are moving over her breasts, feeling her erect nipples. He moans as he tells her how warm and soft she feels inside.

She is so excited by how hard he feels inside her, and he gently moves in and out, causing her to absolutely lose her mind with desire. He releases her for a moment, only to take her again, this time with more intensity and vigor. She feels as though every inch of him is completely inside her. He knows she is loving this, but does he really know how much? As he continues to probe her soft wetness, she climaxes hard. Knowing that he has pleasured her immensely fuels his own desire, and he erupts into her. It feels hot and wonderful inside her.

Quietly, slowly, they dress, knowing this should not have happened, and can never happen again. They have just experienced the most passionate lovemaking ever, and she is instantly saddened that she cannot have him all to herself, all the time. She knows that the feelings she has for him must be kept at bay, and that she will never be able to express them to him the way that she wants to. They go back to work, but each knows that life as they know it has just changed forever. How will they deal with what they have just shared, knowing they have just crossed the line into another kind of life?



HIS PERSPECTIVE

They had nearly completed dressing as Sandy leans into him and while passionately kissing him grabs his hardness through his pants. Danny thinks this is but a parting grab but as she unbuttons his pants he becomes confused and can’t even comprehend. Sandy then drops to her knees and takes him into her incredible mouth. Danny is totally amazed and fascinated with Sandy’s sexual appetite, someone much like himself. Someone he has never met before; never experienced before. But perhaps it is only the moment that has captured her? Or is this her true soul? Her very essence? Her sensuality consumes him; does she possibly know how she makes him feel? How alive!?

Her lips and tongue tantalizing him, engulfing him, exploring every inch of him. He feels incredibly hard, almost hurts as the blood pulses through him as she holds and strokes him in her hand. She pulls away from him, standing and turns. Sandy leans back against his body. His hardness pressed into her, his chest against her back. The smell and electricity of her intoxicating.

His lips find first her neck then as she turns her head their lips meet as his hands trace briefly over her nudity and then eagerly and urgently explore her breasts and erect nipples. Danny wants her, all of her and must have her now. He pushes her over. She doesn’t resist and as she bends she braces herself on her knees.

With one hand she helps him guide his swollen head to her opening. He presses forward gently as she leans back. The sensation of her warm moist body accepting and surrounding him is incredible. As he continues to move in and out of her, pressing more and more of himself into her, the sensation builds. Her body meets his with each rocking thrust. Danny leans over and cups Sandy’s breasts and squeezes her nipples.

Urgency and pure animal lust, which was always just under the surface, takes command of him as he holds Sandy’s hips and begins to aggressively, then almost violently drive himself in and out of her. She meets every thrust with her own, her passion and sexual energy just as fierce and urgent. How they remain quiet is unanswerable. Danny’s entire body is perspiring. He can’t get enough of her. His right hand runs up her lowered back feeling the slickness of her own perspiration, to her neck and into her hair.

He tightens his grip briefly in her hair gently pulling her head back as he continues his urgent thrusts. Letting go he returns his hands to her hips and grips her even tighter. He feels one of Sandy’s hands reach beneath him as her fingers massage both of them. Then Sandy begins to contract around him, her body squeezing him, her orgasm taking over her. Danny is not far behind as the heat boils within him. He is thrusting hard into her as he explodes repeatedly and completely into this incredible woman.

They stand and once again kiss briefly. Then slowly and silently they dress in the complete darkness. Each wondering what the other is thinking…feeling. Each is afraid to say anything to ruin an absolutely incredible experience. Time may provide a little perspective, even a few minutes would help. The incredible heat and passion of the moment just too overwhelming. Will this ever happen again? Should it? Of course not. It should never have happened in the first place. But it did. Wow, it did! One thing they both know, is no matter what happens going forward, they have changed forever. They have changed each other and there is no going back.

Pandora’s Box is open.

The Saturday experience had changed both their lives. Desire consumed them. The reality of her presence and essence far surpassing his fantasy. They returned from the dark closet to their desks and later met to discuss each others feelings. Surprising, guilt was far down the list of concerns. Most importantly were their feelings. What they actually felt for each other. They really didn’t know each other all that well, but there was definitely a connection beyond the lust that was currently absent.

They filled a little of that void in each other, but they also knew it could never be filled by each other. A toy, a temporary plaything, a stolen moment of pleasure is all they could ever be to each other. Nothing more. It was decided that it could never happen again. Distance must be put between them. At first it would be hard, sometimes seemingly impossible, but eventually it would get easier. They said good-bye that Saturday afternoon, both knowing it was the right thing to do. The smart thing to do.

Danny had thought of Sandy all day Sunday. He thought he’d go mad. He relived every curve and touch of her body. How she tasted. How she responded. How much more he wanted to experience with her. Yes, on a very sexual level. He often thought of her that way. How is he going to get her out of his mind? He thought of Sandy’s shaved mound and how sweet it tasted, how tight around his finger she was. He thought about how she held him and felt him in her hands.

Monday

As he showered he thought of Sandy, but tried to put her out of his mind, making himself think of other things. He can’t allow himself to continue like this. Madness could only be the result. Whenever the thought of her would return, he would try and distract himself. Find a radio station. Check the news. Anything to try and distract him for a few moments, hoping it would pass. He was fairly successful. He could put her out of his mind for at least short periods of time. But she would return.

He entered work and saw her at her desk. He didn’t think she had seen him. There was no email for him that morning. She had said good-bye, and while they had both meant it, she was doing it.

He had to email her. She responded. She had made coffee cake and offered him a piece. He had to have some. Not only was it something sweet and delicious he desired; but it was something she had made. He was getting stupid. He was starting to romanticize everything. He really didn’t even know her. What’s her favorite color? Ice cream? Movie? Yeah, she likes 70’s disco and she has an older sister, but that’s about all he knew.

He did know how she felt in his arms, how she kissed. Wow, how incredibly she kissed. His desire was very sexual. His mind continued to go back to Saturday. Perhaps he didn’t want to know anymore about her. Would that make it even more complicated than it was already? He just wanted her sexually. Raw, without inhibitions, over and over. But where would it end?!

They exchanged a few emails telling each other how hard this was going to be and that they were going to ignore one another. They then stopped emailing each other for a few hours. Danny’s mind continued to return to Sandy. Was it because he couldn’t have her? Why such a strong feeling? Sandy sent an email to Danny. The emails progressed until it was decided to meet after work to talk. They met at a county park only a short distance from work.

Danny told Sandy to get in the back of his car. It was cold, damp and dark outside; but the car was warm, almost too warm. Sandy jumped in and Danny remained in the front seat. They began to talk about how each of them felt all day. It wasn’t like they had different feelings; actually they both felt exactly the same. Nothing said wasn’t perfectly understood and felt by the other. Sandy removed her coat due to the warmth of the car and put it on top of Danny’s coat which was already there.

Danny got out of the car and joined Sandy in the back seat. They both knew they would kiss even though they had promised to stop. But Sandy also wanted some ground rules. She proposed that they could only kiss and hold each other. Danny insisted that he needed more than that. He needed release, he also needed her release. He would agree to exclude intercourse, but he needed to taste her and touch her. Sandy didn’t agree but she didn’t disagree either, she said let’s see.

They kissed again, exploring each others bodies with their hands. Sandy knew Danny wanted her and she certainly wanted him. How many times had the thought of his erection in her hands entered her mind? How he touched and felt her? She wanted to taste him, to satisfy him, to satisfy herself. Her mind was made up. She pushed Danny back and looked him in the eye. She said, "Tonight is my night. You keep your hands to yourself. I mean it. You just relax and experience. That’s the deal. Do you understand?" Danny confusingly agreed.

Sandy leaned forward and kissed him as she rubbed his shoulders, chest and down his body. She reached for his belt and unbuckled his pants. She rubbed his confined hardness through the thin wool trousers, then unbuttoned and unzipped the slacks. Pulling them down slightly, she reached in and pulled his erection out. His shaft was hot compared to the relative coolness of the car. He even seemed even larger today as she began to lick the length of him. His hardness filling her hands as she experienced him.

Her tongue felt incredible on the underside of his engorged cock. She started at the base, licking all the way up to the head. She did this several times, then gripping the base Sandy took the swollen spongy head into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the swollen ridge as she explored the hard softness with her tongue. She then took more and more of his cock into her mouth, pumping with her hand as well as her mouth.

The pleasure spread throughout his body. He wanted to touch her, to taste her, to please her…but he remembered her deal. He wanted to feel her marvelous breasts again, to lick them again. He put off his thoughts and let himself go; experiencing every sensation this incredible woman was capable of providing him. Sandy hungrily ate and sucked at him.

Her fingers firmly tantalizing every inch. Sandy would suck up and down Danny’s shaft releasing it with a pop from her mouth as she ran her large, soft, yet muscular tongue firmly up and down the underside of the length of his ivory shaft. Occasionally, Sandy would lick and suck a ball into her mouth. Then with a finger, she teased Danny under his balls and near his ass pushing him over the edge. Danny was perspiring, his breathing erratic, and his body seemed to twitch with an electrical overload.

The impending orgasm was building rapidly inside him. Sandy knew what she was doing to him. Knew the pleasure she could impart. Pushing Danny to the edge this way, excited Sandy tremendously. She reached down between her own legs and applied the precise amount of pressure in the perfect spot she knew all too well, and quickly pushed herself over the edge. It may not have been an earth shattering orgasm, but it was exactly what she needed as she orgasmed with Danny’s hard cock deep in her mouth, her groans filling the cabin of the vehicle.

Danny was right behind her as he began telling her, he was going to cum. She enjoyed hearing him say how good she made him feel. She enjoyed hearing him say how he was about to climax. He exploded into her mouth as she continued to suck and pump him up and down, up and down. His organ eventually softened in her hand as Sandy’s mouth and tongue continued to explore each inch.

Finally she was able to see it in a partially relaxed state. While Danny wanted to please Sandy exactly how she pleased him, he knew that was out of the question tonight. Perhaps, hopefully, there would be another time. They kissed and parted, saying that they would see each other tomorrow.

On the ride home, Danny continued to relive the experience again and again in his mind. His organ engorging itself then ultimately relaxing, simply to start it all over again. He imagined pleasing her. Hoping soon for the opportunity. He liked her idea of simply taking turns. It permitted the release of the mind to focus only on the pleasure being received. That was not like him. Usually his greatest pleasure comes from giving it. He could count on one hand the number of times he orgasmed from oral stimulation. This was just incredible.